#reprisalstart

Seated crosslegged on the roof of the Humanities building underneath a blanket of pink and orange hues, Chase sparked up his lighter and singed the end of his joint. He took a generous hit and held it for several seconds as he appreciated the quiet comfort of another day’s closing. Whenever he wasn’t particularly busy or just craved some solitude and a picturesque view, he could often be found smoking on the roof. Granted, he generally stuck to cigarettes, but he didn’t see any harm in indulging himself every once and a while. Ears picking up on the creaking of the door he’d previously come outside through, Chase stubbed the joint into the concrete of the rooftop and mumbled a string of curses to himself. “Son of a bitch. Fucking shit.” Glancing up at the other with an expression of vague annoyance, he silently wondered if his newfound company caught a whiff of the illicit substance. “I didn’t realize I was being followed,” he accused coldly, hoping his prickly demeanor would proof effective at getting rid of this person.

‘‘ i just took a DNA test , turns out i’m 100% that bitch , even when i’m crying crazy , ‘’ the blonde sang underneath her breath. ‘’ yeah i got boy problems , that’s the human in me. ‘’ fingertips tapped against the steering wheel to follow the beat , a small smile taking over her glossy lips. from waking up late to forgetting her wallet at home , today was its own shit show from the beginning. but , sitting alone in her car screaming a song made up for it. ‘’ BLING , BLING, THEN I SOLVE THEM; THAT’S THE GODDESS IN ME. YOU COULD’VE HAD A BAD BITCH , NON-COMMITTAL. ‘’ it didn’t process that someone was outside her window up until she looked over , catching glimpse of the familiar figure. a look of surprise took over her features , followed by pure embarrassment. slowly , her finger lingered over the window button to lower it down , the song still blaring from the stereo. ‘’ um , ‘’ she cleared her throat , turning down the volume until it was inaudible. ‘’ good evening. w-what’s up ?  ‘’

Calloused fingers deftly dipped between strings as Seth played the chords to I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie. His low, velvety tone was barely audible over the guitar’s notes as singing had never been his strong suit, though he felt the lyrics needed to be acknowledged as the romantic sentiment endeared him. Something about a love that transcended death warmed his heart. Propped against his open guitar case was the sheet music he was attempting to memorize, crystalline blue eyes flicking up momentarily to meet another pair. He greeted them with a self-conscious smile, ceasing to play as he slid back into his seat an inch. “I’ve uh, never been the best singer.” His words sounded both apologetic and dismissive, brain raking itself to think of a topic change. “How’s this summer weather treating you?“

Teetering through the crowd of bar patrons in a pair of 5’’ Louboutin heels that would undoubtably move from foot to hand after another martini, Reina desperately grabbed at the first shoulder in reach as if it were a life preserver and she’d just been flung off the edge of the Titanic. “Listen,” she prefaced, onyx eyes critical as she shook the shoulder underneath her grip to guarantee she had the other’s full attention. “I’m not asking you to fight the ugly, bald-headed bitch of a man who’s beelining his way over here, but I might be asking you to hold him down while I gouge his eye out with my Louboutin. Cause like, I may have threw my drink in his face after he got too handsy, and he may look really fucking angry about it.” Slinking around behind the other as the man in questioned loomed closer, Reina took off one of her heels and pointed it at him defensively. “Yeah, I don’t really know why you’re coming over here! No one wants to fuck you, ugly!” she called out, unable to resist further provoking him despite the fear knotting in her gut.

“Yo, can I ask your opinion on something?” Joey prefaced, barely glancing up to look at the other before immediately pulling out her iPhone and opening the Tinder app. “Ok, so I matched with this girl on Tinder and sent her a message, and I wanna know what you think.” Side stepping until she was shoulder to shoulder with her companion, Joey pulled up the message thread and recited her opening message. “Ok, so I said, ‘are you lost? i thought only losers like me sought human connection on dating apps. lol.’” Pressing the button on the side to turn off her screen, she stuck the phone in the front pocket of her jean shorts and gazed at her company. “She hasn’t answered back yet, so my questions are: Do you think she will? And if she does, what’s a date idea that doesn’t involve coffee? Tends to make me Squirtle if you catch my drift.”