#irvingevent002

( @irvingstarters​ ) OPEN TO THOSE AT  𝑰𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 .. been  going  to  this  thing  since  her  parents  ALLOWED  IT  -------  mother  always  declared  it  was  a  place  full  of  trouble,  her  brothers  were  able  to  convince  her  to  go  in  her  early  teens,  with  a  curfew,  of  course.  but  she’s  an  adult  and  none  of  that  matters  now.  aviva’s  looking  around  like  that  child  she  used  to  be  -  stomping  around  on  a  mission.  can’t  find  her  phone.  her  lifeline,  her  electronic  baby  is  gone.  “y’seen  a  phone?”  asks  the  person  in  front  of  her  line  of  vision,  eyes  darting  the  ground  and  their  person  to  make  sure  they  didn’t  pick  it  up  or  god  forbid  steal  it..  if  the  latter,  there’ll  be  hell  to  pay.  only  brought  her  phone  and  small  wallet,  safe  in  her  bra.  her  phone?  somewhere  ----  probably  smashed  to  bits,  but  at  least  she’d  have  it.  “pink  -  iphone  11?  can’t  tell  if  some  dickhead  stole  it  or  if  i’m  just  like,  losing  my  shit.”

arin having both a night off from work ( “we can run the stand just fine on our own, go have fun” ) and no babysitting duty ( thank you, random friend of nolan’s’ mom ) is a little bit... dangerous. he may or may not keep a list of activity ideas for just such an occasion. “we should steal the key to the city.” does such a thing even exist? probably not. but when has something as trivial as thinking something through ever stopped him before? “like in national treasure. you know, the part where they steal the declaration of independence in the middle of a party at the national archives?”   /    @irvingstarters​

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈        being one hell of a babe™ @ irving’s founders festival. 

she plopped down next to vivi, a dark storm cloud stewing over her, contrasting the sunshine that danced across the park. ramona clutched her backpack close to her chest, fingers fiddling with the frayed edge of the ribbon tied around the zipper. “i was trying to sell my jewelry, right? i didn’t have a permit or permission i guess, and it was going fine until someone tried to steal from me. i was literally right there. i don’t know what they expected. i elbowed them in the side, and then ‘tripped’ over them, ‘accidentally’ kicking them in the side, and i was the one who got in trouble. how? i didn’t do anything but defend myself, but the mall cop literally confiscated my art. what a waste of a day.” she didn’t take a breath as she ranted about her day, fingers moving to pluck at the grass, tearing it apart, imaging she was a lawn mower, cutting down anything in her path. she moved to rest her head on her best friends shoulder, burying her face in the crook of her neck. “how has your day been?” desperate for some kind of distraction, instantly comforted by vivi’s presence. “we should go dance. do you wanna dance?” 

THE  BUMP  JUST  ABOVE  SEAN’S  right eye was purpling, and though he was sure fia would advise against it  -  citing one of the medical books she always had her nose buried in -  he held a beer bottle tightly in one hand, alternating between icing his wound and taking a heavy swig. he’d been kicked out of the concert park, left to stroll the outskirts of the celebration lest he want to get an early start in trudging the sewers, but he really needed the fresh air. his thoughts were too claustrophobic underground. his free hand, the one not mending to bruises, was clutching tightly to tucker’s bicep, to steady him and to ensure he didn’t get any more lost than he already felt. masks passed by in a daze. “hey,” sean finally chirped, a little bit of life returning to his frame. “hey. tucker.” poking at him with the bottle, as though he couldn’t hear him pressing in. “let’s get matching tattoos. it’s the only thing that’ll cheer me up.”  @eastrnhighway​

𝐒𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔          thinking he’s the hottest shit @ irving’s founders festival.