#lincolnstart

charlie: you go first

ari: entertain me?

“okay but, how does one realize you’re getting old? is it like, when you find yourself looking up what some slang means too often, when you don’t recognize anyone from the disney channel, or when you spend hours looking at decor catalogs? what’s the universal thing that happens when you’re officially old?”

rae felt like she was perhaps the oldest individual at this yacht party. besides the random staff and whatnot. she hadn’t engaged much with the other guests so far, mostly because she was bad at starting a conversation. so instead she was laying on one of the couches in an area that wasn’t as crowded, emerald colored eyes locked in a gaze towards the night sky. 

“i don’t know why it’s a common occurrence for people to fake drown in order to hit on me,” bright blue orbs roll as she sips from a coffee cup. “it happens way more than it should. like, i don’t understand how someone could get a positive reaction from that. it just leaves me super pissed and damp and them numberless.”

“hmm, what would be a lit tattoo? like, if you were to get one what would it be? i’m kinda thinking of getting another one but i’m not entirely sure.”

kaito: i have a date with the library unless you somehow have a better use for my time.

“do people wear glasses during sex or is it just like you’re blind and everything’s a surprise? i mean, i don’t need glasses and i haven’t been with someone who does either so i wouldn’t be able to tell.”