based on workin’ out by jid. months of practice and discipline, numerous sleepless nights to prepare his body, years of dedication. all down the drain. the fight he had been working towards to for the past six months resulted in a loss for him and he did not take it lightly. disappointment, anger and shame were raging through his body. the emotions even heightened after his opponent humiliated him in front of thousands of people. it looked like a tornado hit the locker room that was appointed to him before the game. everything was turned upside down and in the corner of one of the showers, khalid was sitting. aimlessly staring at nothing in particular, overthinking every punch he threw just a couple of moments earlier. he gave everything, and he got nothing back. / @rippedlife​ 

it was a dim lit room, an old forgotten cell in an abandoned building, and viktor had made it his for the night, theirs for the time being. a makeshift interrogation room for him to put scattered things back in place. “ i need you to talk to me. whatever it is that you did, i can fix it, but you have to tell me about it. ” 

“Hiya! Is your air conditioning working? It might just be mine messing up.” She said this all with a bright smile, as if nothing was going wrong.

“Look I don’t care you just need to pick me up, I don’t have another ride.” Honey had been working late on a movie set for the last few weeks, her car out of service unfortunately and no way home. She locked her phone, shoving it in her purse with a heavy sigh as she ran her fingers through her thick curls. Everyone had already left the set, and she wasn’t trying to be a murder victim with her phone at 5% now.

Blue pulled herself out of the water with ease, the dolphins lingering playfully as she giggled and shooed them back to the water. She was drying her hair with a towel when someone approached, pursing her lips with a bit of curiosity since she was supposed to be the only one on the floor with the sea life that night. “Hey--sorry didn’t know anyone else was here.”

“Yes, my parents were Star Wars finatics--honestly you should hear what they named my siblings we all know they have a problem.” He sighed, though he had to admit their likes tended to rub off on him as well. “You’re not ready to see my house yet all right? It’s a fuckin’ geek nightmare, with a hint of snob.”

She came to indulge, these establishments were primarily made for these type of days. No one could prove her wrong on that assumption. For festive days too, celebrations that required sweets and treats, but mostly, those were also an indulgence of their own sort. Anything that had to do with sugar itself, had to be a guilty pleasure, given the consequences of giving in for too long. It was like the wine that she only took once in a month now because at one point, the alcohol had take too strong of a hold on the health of her mind. This one she was familiar with, the scent that came from it, the sight, the pink aligned in the glassed showcase and the little bell that rang to announce the walk in of a customer. Jisun was immediately showing a smile after finding the counter, ready to greet Sally’s ever so charming and welcoming sight with a matching tone, “I’ve come yet again to possibly balance my mood with one of your creations.”