#orumad.

“well,” a cocky smile overwhelms his cheeks, gaze half-lidded as it settles upon the familiar face in dangerously close proximity, “do you think he’s gonna be pleased to know you’ve been hanging around here?”

prompt: spotify wrapped starter, #66. in a good way by faye webster.

      “wait, wait, wait —” pitiful is a phrase so commonly allotted to mick stills that he’s long given up arguing its merit, resigned to its frequent relevance in his daily affairs. he’s been in this position a million times before, a throbbing head and bleary gaze working overtime to account for the past twelve hours. drinks with pru turned into drinks with pru and del with a quick call to marilyn who would of course rope louise in and . . . and . . . and that’s where he draws a blank, probably somewhere around his fourth whiskey sour and watching lou crack jokes with delphine. or was it marilyn? he’s running on empty, but in his determination to right whatever wrongs — because assuming mick had fucked up somewhere along the way is as natural as breathing — mick’s found himself dragging a sluggish, massively dehydrated frame to louise’s apartment, gaze half-lidded and stomach churning. “lou, please, can you just— can i come in?” it’s a bold request, but if he’s going to apologize, he wants to do it properly and also . . . “not that you have any reason to give a shit, but i feel like i’m repeatedly being whacked in the head with a hammer and i’d like to scream into a pillow.” lou’s very real life sobers him enough to pull a slight smile, inching closer to the door, “i mean, unless your kid’s gonna kick my ass. that could be pretty fun for you, though, right?”

                “is this the part where i beg you to stay so you can feel important?” liam’s acidic tongue had been established well enough that most were content to assume that he was the primary (if not sole) instigator of every skirmish within their inner circle — it was often discovered too late that a fern who had made herself familiar with the countless substances that floated around blurry afterparties could be quietly vicious. the two of them had steadfastly avoided each other all night, but certain things always felt inevitable and a stolen dalliance behind the tour bus quickly evolved into a squabble that fern vaguely feared would work its way back to liam. this propels her closer, cadence lowered and eyes narrowed, “fuckin’ hell, i have watched you pick up and throw away countless girls over the years with the same regard you’d get rid of a napkin, and never once did you make a spectacle of it. so why the fuck am i getting some bitchy monologue? if you’re done, be done, ethan.” a thought occurs to her, one she’d typically shelve away as entirely useless given current circumstances, but her tongue and boundaries are loose tonight, “what, are you pissed that you can’t get it up for anyone else now?”

            “good people?” adam can barely contain his smirk as he tests the phrase on a liquored tongue, eyebrows arched in growing amusement; top shelf brandy has certainly had its way with him, provoking the sudden ease of his hand curling around bee’s wrist, touched with a bout of curiosity as he drinks her in heartily  —  greedily, actually. “sounds a little boring, don’t you think?” caldwells and buchanans aren’t designed to be good people, and the scarce few who did harbor such tendencies opted to keep a safe distance. adam and brigitte had been living under microscopic scrutiny for practically their entire lives - in truth, they probably had little choice in their moral inclinations, but in adam’s mind, they could decide how to wield necessary evils and deceptions. or, preferably, they could just have fun with it. “look, you say the word and i’ll fuck right off,” which seemed to be the basis of just about every aspect of their marriage so far, “but is your girlfriend really gonna kill me if i stick around for a night cap?” after all, it’s rare when either of them actually opts to spend the night in their shared penthouse, and even under heavy libations, adam knows not to let the opportunity slip by. “unless you think you can’t handle yourself around me alone, busy bee?”

four  photos  duffy  took  of  :  velouria  !

               one.  a  random  night  at  the  arcade,  but  velouria  just  looked  so  pretty  that  he  had  to  snap  a  photo  for  posterity.  also  wearing  a  denim  vest  snatched  from  lucas.  two.  at  one  of  her  mother’s  swanky  event,  the  first  time  he  ever  saw  vee  in  a  dress.  he  thinks  she’s  stunning  no  matter  what,  but  this  is  the  night  that  made  him  feel  funny  around  her.  three.  vee  is  the  only  reason  duffy  could’ve  ever  taken  an  8am  psychology  course  —   velouria  and  the  trusty  iced  coffee  she  always  brings  along.  also  his  phone  wallpaper  for  the  longest.  four.  she  never  knew  about  this  photo,  he  just  thought  she  looked  pretty  when  they  got  invited  to  bottomless  mimosa  brunch  with  her  older  sister.  @orumad