#ncbcdies

        harvey sits at the bar of the casino, taking a lazy sip of the whiskey he’s ordered 30 minutes ago. more than anything, he’s just waiting to see if thalia will show up. sure, things were certainly different than they had been when they met, but he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a fondness in his heart for her. he shoots a text from the burner phone that reads i’ll be at the bar if you get bored.

         coco shouldn’t be so distracted knowing he’s around-- the red satin clings to her frame as she rushes down the casino steps. she turns a corner and flattens herself against the wall, the her heart beat pounding in her ears as she closes her eyes, both willing for him to find her and never catch her again.

           poppy leans over devon and delicately runs her finger along the other woman’s brow bone, a smile coming upon her features. “good morning,” she murmurs and kisses her shoulder, pushing herself up in bed. “did i wake you?”

clair de lune -- claude debussy

        marla’s fingers take their time running through his hair. it’s 3am and they’ve just returned to the shitty tour bus that’s become home, collapsing onto the couch in a fit of frizzy hair, smudged mascara, and flailing limbs. her eyelids are starting to droop and she hums at his words, looking down at him with an amused smile. “is that so?” she asks. she can feel the creep of a grin, the flashing of white teeth. “maybe i’d give you mine, too.”

         sully stands at demarris’s door with an elaborate bouquet of flowers in his hand, clearing his throat. “h-hey!” he laughs as the door opens. “i didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, but i thought... i dunno, i saw them and they reminded me of you, so...” he holds them out to her with a little grin. “and i got, uh, i got wine, too. i don’t drink it a lot so i don’t know if it’s the good kind.”