#declxns

KIT: let's add into this equation a potentially less than safe occupation... just for giggles

a glass of wine is calling scarlett’s name and she is longing for it, though she continuously has to remind herself that she cannot. there’s the little voice in her head telling her that if she can last six months without a drink it will taste better and she’s clinging to that thought. leaning closer to the mirror, the blonde blends a neutral brown into the crease of her lid with a fluffy brush and hums in approval at the turn out. “i want this cut crease to be as sharp as your jawline and it’s your job to tell me if it’s not, right? the minute i fuck up, tell me. no hold backs. speaking of no hold backs actually, have you ever seen anyone pull off crocs and socks?”

KIT: i wanna look fashionably edgy but also really pretty with long locks!

     often with declan adrian feels transported back to high school and the way it felt to hang out with kids who were older than him and whom he’d deemed very cool. it isn’t just the phenomenal performances he’s witnessed at declan’s shows--although that’s a big part of it--but the overall confident energy and what seems to adrian to be the embodiment of everything he admires in a person. it’s really no wonder he’s drunkenly hijacked declan’s full attention at the ball and forced him over to the bar for shots in spite of the fact that the last thing in the world he needs is more alcohol in his body. “these,” he says too-loudly, clanking his miniature glass into declan’s hard enough that liquid flies out of both, “are the best shots i’ve ever had! and i’m not just saying that because i’m--” his words are cut off momentarily when he nearly trips over his own feet, only to burst into a fit of giggles at his own expense. “because i’m drunk,” he finishes, fruitlessly trying to use his hand to dry off what had landed in the faux fur of his santa dress. “where do you think the city gets the money for an open bar? seems shady, right?”

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