#rollingstvne

But Cash doesn’t want to die, and neither should Tanner. “Why couldn’t we have gone back to my place. I don’t live near zombies.” He supplies, “nor do I live near any disgruntled spirits or demons.” Going back to his safe building sounds so good right now. Tanner’s joke does crack a smirk from Cash, he’s shoving him though as he laughs. “You would enjoy that too much,” he rolls his eyes. “I thought you had a car? I could have got us a taxi or an Uber dude, this is the beginning of the Thriller music video.” They’ve been drinking though so that probably plays a part in their antics right now. He pulls his phone out and of course, his service grows more feeble the further they walk away from humanity so even if he wants to scream like a girl and call someone when Tanner gets bit by a werewolf or something, Cash would struggle with keeping a call. 

Since moving to Seoul Tanner had rarely picked up a guitar outside of work, and it was kind sad, but also the reason he was so confused as to why he was here now. How had he let one of his coworkers convince him to help out this kids band for a night? Something about someone in the band being hurt? He was too much of a softy sometimes. Regardless, as Tanner stepped into the back of a club he gives a sort of awkward wave to the group he came across - they looked like the band at the very lest - “Um... Hello. I’m the help for tonight.” If this hadn’t been so much of a last minute deal maybe he would have had the chance to actually know who everyone was but for the moment Tanner was left thoroughly lost.

a cigarette pack down aside, someone promising eventually moseys on over && he gives them a beat or two to settle. but once they have, he reaches into his jacket && holds out the carton, a silent offer. – [ ⚓ ]

they make eye contact and she turns her back on him. “i can do it. it’s fine.” nope. she moves her arm in a way where you could hear something crack. her other hand grips onto the table under her, fingernails digging into the wood. “fuck..” she mutters under her breath, keeping herself intact and on her toes.

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Cash never had any expectations for anyone, he chooses to put himself out there and in his defense, they choose to accept his presence in their life. There are so many days he can go by hopped on Adderall and vanilla Coca Cola to stay awake to play video games and watch stupid Youtube videos with them. Naturally, he doesn’t even know how it happened, he woke up on his couch, glasses askew with a tinge in his lower back. Apparently, they had plans, apparently, Cash forgot about said plans despite saying he would do what he humanly can within his power to keep the plans in his mind. This isn’t what the argument is about though, groaning as he twists his back from side to side he rolls his eyes, taking his glasses off to fix the arms. “Water is water, how can water be wet when it’s water?” 

{♡} — Gianna peeked from between the blankets of her newly made blanket fortress, stuck her tongue out at him and let them fall shut again. She didn’t care that it was childish, it was really only playful and she didn’t actually mean it. “No, this is a blanket fort for one! Make your own. This awesome one is mine.”

“I’m older than them too.” Atilla said stretching, “It’s nice to have automatic abs as well I will admit.” He lifted his shirt showing off his six pack. “This isn’t me it’s genetics.” He chuckled. “Forever I’ll look like this,” he motioned to himself. “Not that I mind too much, I just don’t want to spend it alone. I’m good at making friends though.”