#hernamewaskit

As a bead of sweat made it's way down Jimmy's nose and dropped, making blotches of mud where the dirt was on his hands, he frustratedly tinkered with the bike parts in front of him. The wrench he was holding clanking around the frame unintentionally. "dammit!" he said before tossing the tool down on the pavement beside him. He stood up with a huff before grabbing the pack of camels on the small table that stood between twin plastic chairs in a dirty shade of white, well what used to be white. Pulling out a fresh cigarette, he placed it between his lips attempting to light the end with a few flicks before it caught. He drew in a long breath of smoke before exhaling with a sigh, looking over at the pair of legs sticking out from under the beat up truck that sat just beyond the edge of the garage. "tell me you're making progress because I swear to god I've made zero tonight"

@hernamewaskit

she is beauty, she is grace, she is is going to be very late. "i'm not late, I'm not late!" the exclamation served as evelyn's greeting as she entered the studio, a whirlwind of limbs and an abundance of bags in tow, yet somehow her balance remained remarkably intact. she felt as disheveled as her appearance suggested; under eye patches clumsily adhered beneath her waterline, silky raven tresses rebelliously slipping from the chaotic bun perched atop her head, and mismatched socks adorning her feet. and naturally, kitty looked absolutely stunning, cheekbones to the heavens. "okay, maybe I am late. but time is a man made construct, and I brought lattes. the caffeinated nectar that shall fuel us through this recording session. so…you're welcome?"

reminder that im ready whenever u need me to guest on ur podcast its what the people want what the people crave

As the pink and purple lights shown into the crowd, the cheers rumbling the venue, Maren moved their body to the music, singing along when they knew the words. The room as filled with a large mosh of people in a standing section serving as the dance floor. As the song ended, Mare pulled their loose, long red hair over one shoulder, letting the dense air brush across their neck, which had been suffocating from the heat, and made their way back toward the bar. Moving through the crowd, the back of the room began to open up as the people around dissipated. "Vodka soda with lime, please" the said with a smile before slapping their card down. "Probably like $20" they said, turning slightly toward the blonde beside them. "Oh my god, hi!" their excitement shone, recognizing her face immediately. "What a small world!" their words slurring slightly, the first vodka soda working well still.