#euiker

celeste: where are you?

THERE WAS TRULY NO REASON for anyone to ever leave eonia. it had everything anyone could ever need. like.. a cafe, and this thrift store. the blonde’s arguably focused moreso now than ever, lifting up two articles of clothing in iker’s direction. “ muffin !! ” momo calls to him, a grin on her face. “ i know these both look like dresses made for grandmas, but i see potential. ” her style was always somewhat unconventional, the options she’s holding only driving the point home, “ the real question is; would i look hotter in stripes or floral print ?? ” ​

     the empty shot glass in front of him has only been sitting there a minute or two, but he waves samson over again to pour another. he’s just reaching for the salt when the bell rings over the door and andrés’ gaze turns, sluggish from the alcohol. immediately, he rolls his eyes as iker pulls up to one of the barstools next to him. if the smell of wine is anything to go off of, iker’s been having himself a party, too. normally, andrés would have something to say. some sharp-tongued comment to spit at iker the way he always does, but today he doesn’t quite have the energy or the will. instead, he swallows and sighs at the feeling wedged between his ribs, speaking mostly in an attempt to ignore it. “ shot? ” @euiker​

charlotte’s at one of the smaller bars in the town before heading in for the night, finding herself at the end of the bar. a sketchbook sits next to her drink, aimless lines creating a makeshift machine that won’t see daylight for far too long. she’s far too deep into her daydream to feel the presence of another before the stool is sliding out next to her; she grabs the sketchbook & drink, pulling them closer into her space with a laugh. “ sorry ! i didn’t realize you were going to take the seat right next to me ! ” / @euiker​

there’s a part of him that wonders if the kitchen will be empty when he enters. jasper spends a lot of time there, but never for something like this, and hardly knows what to expect after having someone he only knows in passing ask for baking lessons. it’s nowhere in his nature to turn iker down, but that doesn’t make him any less curious about where this all came from. that intrigue shows even now, as he ducks in with a half-grin that grows when he finds the other waiting. “alright,” he chirps, unmistakably at home as he moves to a counter and primes it with a pat, “you ready t’ dive in?” / @euiker​

kennedy: With bleach. Or maybe you should just order new ones to be safe. Don't want her to know how my ass tastes.