#prodigaldaughterr

it wasn’t often that regina mantle DRANK  —— ( alright, that was a massive lie; the jock was a party animal and it was obvious to everyone around her that’d she rather party on the weekends than bunker down for homework and important studies); and when she did? oh boy, she was a walking disaster. either that flirtatious ego of hers was maxed out to the HEAVENS or she was an intoxicated grump.

“ronnie, h e y—” and it seemed her day was a whirlwind of a disaster. your local bad influence had decided to ditch sobriety and wound up drinking from a flask she was positive she’d not used since sophomore year. a smirk tugging at the corners of naked brims. dark optics landing upon the lodge female with keen interest and head tipping at an angle. y’know, regina, hogging up an EMPTY room at a crappy house party to drown your sorrows a l o n e is guaranteed to land you in trouble for the night if you cause any trouble. but did she care?

no, she didn’t (she often approached the world with a ‘fuck everything’ mentality ANYWAY). all she wanted was an excuse to get in trouble so she wouldn’t have to end up back in that cold, unloving house of hers so quickly once her only safe haven wrapped up for the evening. “you look. . . surprised.” murmured aloud, all snug in her letterman jacket as always.

no shit, reg, why WOULDN’T she be?

Jason couldn’t recall a time he had seen Pop’s this empty. Cheryl was out with friends, and Jason would rather not be at home on his own, so he sat boredly and mainly people-watched while sipping on his near-endless strawberry shakes.

Eventually, he called Pop Tate over and asked for a burger and an order of fries. As the man walked back to his station, the doorbell jingled and Pop greeted the new patron. Jason whipped his head around and spotted the raven-haired Lodge daughter he had only ever seen and heard of from Cheryl.

@prodigaldaughterr continued from here:

Helena knew it was necessary for people to group together, with the limited amount of space that they currently had-even with the reduced number of people that was currently in West Ham at the moment. But she actually didn’t mind it. After all, did it not say in the bible, Isaiah 58:7, “Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter— when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?” Which, to Helena, meant to help those who needed it.

Regardless of their situation or how she felt about them before all of this happened, whether she was close with them or not.

HE KNOWS HER, but he doesn’t say anything, TAKING his seat when assigned fashioned beside her, HIS BAG in tow as he sets on the back of his chair, FISHING out his textbook and scribbling down a few NOTES already listed on the board before a certain rapping comes and his attention is drawn to her for a second. SHE’D garnered for it and after a moment he speaks.

He knows it can’t work between the two of them, knows that no matter how many times he tries to prove himself, that her father will never approve.  The problem though; is that it doesn’t stop him from wanting it to work out, wanting the relationship to mean something in the bigger scheme of things.  Arms cross over his chest as she speaks.  He knows that she's right, the beginning is where they somehow always end up.  But he's willing to start over with her, if it means that get another shot at the way things should be.

           WEAKNESS  SITS  BEFORE  HER,  AND  CHANEL  WAS  NAUSEATED  BY  IT.     ❝  MY,  MY,  VERONICA  LODGE  --       i  guess  this  is  what  happens  when  your  daddy  goes  to  jail.   you  see,  THE  OBERLINS  are  thriving  in  a  real  city,  and  not  some  HICK  TOWN  full  of  cousin - humpers  and ,  what  is  it  you  do  here . . .  ?  oh  that’s  right.  LIVE  ACTION  ROLEPLAY.   should’ve  stayed  in  new  york,  if  you  ask  me.  you  were  my  hopeful,  a  MESSIAH  for   KAPPA  HOUSE   and  you  blew  it,  girlfriend.  ❞