#judecz

kennedy: ugly, even. where are u? come to my room.

             to say she’s drunk is an understatement, but alex doesn’t really mind. she’s holding a basket of fries she took off a table –- this time with permission, they’d been busy dancing –- and made her way outside of bobby’s enjoy them. with her juul in one hand and the basket in the other, she stumbles and weaves through people until she finds an empty stretch of curb. well, mostly empty –- jude’s there for a reason she doesn’t know and likely won’t ask. she plops down next to him with a little hiccup, stuffing a few fries in her mouth as soon as she’s settled before turning the basket to him. “ y’want some? ” she asks, hiccuping again as she brings the juul to her mouth. after a hit she shakes the basket to tempt him, not that she really has to. “ i think i owe you after all the burgers. prolly had like, three total if you add up all the bites. ” @judecz​

there is darkness coloring the room that housed both the girl  &  the boy. ( a classic tale of cat  &  mouse, a messy cycle of lust  &  tears, an erotic tango of heartbreak ). it was not an ordinary instance for her to wake up the following morning in the sheets that had entangled her bare skeleton just hours before. a typical night would end in TEARS,  &  lead from jude’s bed to mia’s. upon waking, it does not immediately register that the sun had replaced the moon in the sky. there was almost no light,  &  the light water droplets had turned  v i o l e n t. sapphire hues blink several times before consciousness fully hits. a small breath passes through her nose as hands search for phone. once her fingertip presses onto the button, an alert highlights the screen. both their ringers had been silenced for what seemed like ages, so both were equally unaware of the apocalypse brewing outside their own world.   ❝     hey,   ❞   he is given a gentle nudge with her kneecap. ❝    we got an alert from the president  --   ❞

FOX: though maybe not since we're supposed to unplug all our devices

fox: uhhhh just finishing up my culture and crime paper... crazy stuff... you?

it was lucky that the corner store always sold to her, despite the sad state of her fake id. she supposed they’d give her a harder time if she was buying the hard stuff, but a twelve pack? basically water as far as she was concerned. but, for a day of distracting herself with sports, beer was just the ticket. and the right company, of course. she pounded on jude’s dorm room door, case of beer balanced on her hip. when the door swung open, she forced a smile onto her face. “i come bearing gifts and an invitation to get the fuck away from everybody else for the day.” | @judecz​