#nickaeles

Making her way back over to the familiar frame that was Nick, Whitney flashed some sunshine of a grin when he recognized her presence; she nudged her elbow to his side as a little greeting, her other arm helping to hold up a fresh drink in hand.

“Well- I uh,” Her sentence was interrupted by a quick laugh. “I wanted another one of these, so I made my way to the kitchen and started to mix it up- but in mid conversation I may have had a little spill..” Her lips pursed in a thin line in jest as her free hand pulled on the hem of her top, displaying the rather obvious splotch of liquid on the stomach area.

        “So,  what’s  it  gonna  be  tonight  handsome?”  Dive  bar  seemed  like  too  kind  of  a  word  for  the  establishment  Lulu  worked.  More  akin  to  a  hole  in  the  wall,  though  it  did  offer  the  best  jukebox  and  cheapest  drinks.  “Just  like  so  missed  this  like  new  local  noise  band….”  She  leaned  in  to  whisper,  “Lucky  for  you  really  –  they  like,  sounded  like  Killing  Joke  being  run  through  a  meat  grinder.”

" I don't see why not. I reckon your stories must be quite, er, entertaining in the least. " ​

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  Such neglected places did attract Zora’s attention now and then. While they were often content to study the outdoors of such crypts, the idea of going inside was something they wouldn’t refuse. Not right now any way.  They hadn’t expected given the chance to check out this area. So they only gave a small of a nod before carefully starting to slip through the small opening.

[ @hestianstargazers​ + @nickaeles​ asked :  What are they bad at?    (meme link) ]

With her butt firmly planted on the floor against the couch, Whitney fought back tears that threatened to spill over onto her flushed cheeks. Whether from the wine, whose purpose was to somewhat numb the bubbling feelings of inadequacy, or the swelling emotions that she couldn’t ever hide even if she tried…. she couldn’t tell.

At the moment, the brunette couldn’t bother to look up at Nick; she felt… defeated. Lost. Unlike herself— perhaps a bit dramatic, but it was her. It was no secret that Whitney was quite the sensitive and emotional soul— and at the moment, it was coming out in the form of chugging the full glass of wine at an alarming rate on the living room rug and only answering Nick after his question arose.

She then took the glass away from her lips and sighed harshly— not meant to be aimed at him, but herself. She knew she had to look ridiculous, but alas… her eyes, seemingly darker than usual, peered up at him.

Madeline was not a smart girl. No matter how much she tried to convince herself and others otherwise, she just wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box. But out of all of the stupid things she did over the years, this might have been one of the dumbest. Standing on top of the table of the club, she was drunk and shouting unwanted requests to the band playing.