#enmorteale

Billy's kinda drifting. Hanging out in the middle of somewhere that's neither here nor there. Somewhere between the smokey haze and @enmorteale's unfinished sentence. And goddamn is that a place to be. Because Billy's the kinda guy that hits the gas. Pedal to the metal. Fast, smokin' fast. Five steps ahead because like. He's got to be. If he wants to keep his face pretty. Unblemished by bruises and cuts. But it's like Argyle's askin' Billy to hit the brakes. Like slow the hell down. He gets a knee jerk reaction. Like Billy should just gun it. But he doesn't. Okay. He's hittin' the brakes.

@enmorteale ( dwayne ) | meme

She almost says 'no' on reflex, in that smart-ass tone she uses so often for him. But Dottie stops herself before saying anything. He's expecting her not to want to know what he thinks, and she'd put money on the assumption that he's going to tell her anyway, and that he's going to be all the more pleased with himself based on how much she clearly doesn't want his opinion. She can practically see the way his grin's gonna get wider if she rolls her eyes and tells him to shut up.

@enmorteale | meme

He might be the chillest person that Dottie's ever met. It's weird; he's the third person she's met from California, and even though she knows that not everyone from the same place are all alike, he's so wildly different from both Billy and Max that it's almost like they weren't from the same planet, much less the same state. But she finds it kind of fascinating: his attitude certainly isn't a bad thing, it's just not something she's used to. Maybe Dottie's too uptight to ever say 'fuck it, whatever' about much of anything and mean it (sure, she's said it before when she doesn't actually mean it, but that doesn't really count, now does it). Especially about love. Love sucks. No, it doesn't, that's a lie. Love is great. It's just navigating love as part of this crazy world filled with monsters and inter-dimensional threats on top of high school that sucks.

@enmorteale mused: say it. whatever you’re thinking. ( jeff )

Here she was, thinking that she was just minding her own business, and Jeff manages to make her pause. Her face must have been giving off some sort of sign she was annoyed, because she feels a blush creep up her neck and she shrugs her shoulders. There's a tension in them, but Ally's been trying so hard not to take control of the situation at hand when it's not her place to. She didn't even sign up for this stupid dance until she saw Nancy was doing it, but Nancy's also not here to help with any of the decorations. Ally wants to take the whole thing upon herself, but she also doesn't want to ruffle the feathers of the student body president right now.

“It's ugly,” she tells him honestly, glancing at him as she works on creating the centerpieces like she's been assigned. Contrary to popular belief, Ally knows when she just needs to follow instructions, but she wants this dance to be beautiful and fun and memorable. So, given that Jeff is asking for her opinion, she can't help but open her big mouth and just let the words fall right out of it. “The colors are wrong, and if he'd just asked me to help, I could. I just don't know how to tell him this looks horrible without sounding entitled...”

That was really it, wasn't it? She knew that she came from a place of money, and that perhaps her taste was too expensive for a High School dance. At the same time, she was insanely creative, and she just wanted to make sure this looked the best that it could. She blushes more though, and looks Jeff in the face as she works with nimble fingers on her task at hand. “Tell me honestly: how does that make me sound?” She laughs a little bit, shaking her head at herself.

@enmorteale mused: is this vodka or did someone lie to me aggressively? ( Barb )

Ally has been trying her hardest to be as present and in the moment as she can be, glancing at Barb when the words fall from her lips. Throwing parties herself was not common, but it's the best way for her, Nancy and Barb to be able to somewhat control what the gathering is, but even now, Ally feels like it's a little out of control. Too many people are in the pool, she's had to consistently make sure no one is in rooms that they shouldn't be in, and she wants to scream. So, getting to focus on this issue Barb is having with the alcohol is a welcome distraction.

“There should be vodka out. I was so meticulous about it...” Ally explains, motioning for Barb's cup so she can sniff it. It certainly smelled like the right thing, it has just been severely watered down, so she motions for Barb to follow her to her father's den. It's one of the rooms people aren't supposed to be going in, and luckily it's clear, but Ally has to rummage through her father's desk to get the key to his alcohol cabinet. Pulling out a high shelf vodka, she opens it up. “Here...”

Handing the bottle over to Barb, she lets Barb doctor her drink however she wants to, and she smiles a little bit. “This whole thing got way out of my control and I'm half tempted to kick people out. At the very least, our drinks should be strong.” Ally loves being the center of attention, but she also knows the consequences of her actions when she does things like this. She'll have to deal with her parents, and cleanup and honestly, the fallout could be either good or bad. “Is that better?”