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spotted ! @gutterbrat & s , on the balcony at a party.
"oh, sorry!" serena's voice is a trill of giggles as she comes to a sudden stop in the doorway, gulping down fresh air like a woman half-drowned. she isn't - in her sparkly gold dress and one heel in her hands while she hops to try and take off the second without tripping - but as she tosses her hair away from her face and lets out a dramatic breath one could be fooled, "i thought there wasn't anyone out here."
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" you're bleeding. " @gutterbrat says to mina. had they not pointed it out to you, you likely wouldn't have paid any mind to the gash on your arm. it wasn't anything serious, superficial at most - however, most wounds felt such to you. eyes glance down at the mess on your arm, dirt combined with crimson made for a gross display to anyone who may have had a weaker stomach but you paid no mind beyond reaching over with your other hand to poke at it, smearing the blood around a tad more. shoulders rise and fall, indifference; soon casting your gaze back to companions face.
" it's fine. "
" it's gonna be okay, it's all gonna be okay. " from @gutterbrat .
you're pacing in front of her, silent despite the constant stream of thoughts in your mind. the internal panic was setting in. you'd always tried your best to be careful. to not get caught, to clean up after yourself. you'd managed to get away with it for so long and the notion of getting caught now was causing your insides to twist, distress to seep onto a face that was often stoic, except for now. cee's doing her best to reassure you that it was going to be okay but it does nothing to ease anything.
there's blood splatter on your shoes, staining the tread on the bottom and you're sure that you left shoe prints behind, sure that you must have done something wrong. your head had been clouded, you'd deprived yourself for days and naturally, you slipped up, made an error. "shoes!" your voice heightened, pointing at your feet as you continued to pace, face going red.
𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑺, 𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑺 & 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑻𝒀𝑳𝑬 ... CHARACTER, CEE LIVINGSTON ( ALIAS: GUTTERBRAT )
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𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑺 & 𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 ... CHARACTER, CEE LIVINGSTON ( ALIAS: GUTTERBRAT )
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@gutterbrat: “what on earth’s happened to you?”
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the kid – engulfed in tatter thread hoodie and hole-chipped blue jeans – was looking like a human punching bag. (his eyes, copper dots in white. his lip, busted rust red. his hollow cheeks, bruised plum purple.)
you think you nearly shoulder check cee. fight-or-flight instincts. survival plans. his vision, however, steadies and recognition floods through.
“ cee? ” breathless huff, palm at his damp nose. “ sorry, you – you startled me. ”
this isn’t the kind of place riley ever pictures herself walking into. all cracked wood paneling and cowboy kitsch, the sharp clack of pool balls hitting like gunshots, and that thick, unmistakable wave of sweat, smoke, and sapphic tension slamming into her the second she crosses the threshold. the kind of bar that smells like sweet booze, cheap cologne, and pheromones. it's not her scene, which makes it all the more fun. something about walking into a place that doesn't know her, doesn't expect her, makes her heels hit harder and her spine straighten just so. she's a hot pink bruise against the bar’s dive color palette, all curves and gloss and perfume, enough to snap every neck in a five foot radius. even toned down — no glitter, no silk — she’s impossible to miss. too polished. too soft. too intentional. and she likes it that way. she wants to be looked at. wants them to wonder what the hell someone like her is doing in a place like this. the jukebox groans out something slow and dirty while her heels tack across the sticky floor. it smells like pool velvet and overpoured vodka, and if she had a pulse, it'd be thudding in her throat. she scans the crowd — mullets, pixie cuts, combat boots and crooked grins — until her gaze lands on her. cee. tall. lanky. shoulders deliciously broad. the kind of body riley wants to press up against until it breaks. her lips curl before she can stop them, glossed and parted in a quiet but coquettish “hi” from across the bar. a giggle slips free, breathy and sweet, the kind that tastes like artificial strawberry. she bites her lower lip, lets it drag slow between her teeth as cee comes closer. riley tilts her head, curls spilling over her shoulder like something rehearsed. the smile she gives is all teeth and heat. “fancy meetin’ you here,” she purrs, letting her gaze travel down cee’s body and back up again — slow. deliberate. unbothered. hungry. she already knows how this night’s going to end. it’s just a matter of how wild they can get before someone kicks them out.
a closed starter for : @gutterbrat . ♡
