@rottenone
“We’re no saviors.”
It’s dark, save for the end of her cigarette. (The whole thing gives her a nasty cough, which she gracefully ignores.)
“So we should just go get a drink. Or, like, go home. And mind our business.”
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@rottenone
“We’re no saviors.”
It’s dark, save for the end of her cigarette. (The whole thing gives her a nasty cough, which she gracefully ignores.)
“So we should just go get a drink. Or, like, go home. And mind our business.”

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@rottenone SENT : 4: an accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose. ( for conall. ) / [ ACCEPTING. ]
THE LIQUOR ON HIS BREATH MINGLES WITH THE LIQUOR ON HERS. the intention is a goodnight kiss on . . . the cheek, most likely. they've done this song and dance a few times now and calamity still can't tell exactly where he's aiming — she just has the sneaking suspicion it isn't her lips. that makes it all the more interesting when conall's head dips so close. it's not a kiss, but it sure is something close. she gasps, her jaw goes slack enough to part her mouth / eyes heavy and trained on him ( as if she's preparing for more. ) the rest of her body follows suit, balance suddenly failing her. curious hands move up his arms and find purchase around his bicep. she decides off that moment alone that she's done playing. he's here with her instead of his wife, isn't he ? night after night, to be exact. this qualifies as a good deed, if you really think about it.
calamity doesn't wait for him to find some other angle. no, she strikes while the iron is hot, popping onto her toes and fully capturing his lips with hers despite her drunkenness. from there, the already vague and lackluster concern she had morals - wise is swept away in full. all that remains is the sensation, both of him and the rope finally SNAPPING within her.
@rottenone: [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room. accepting.
earlier than usual, he arrives. it's far from closing, and they'd seen each other last night, but there's something that drives him to the restaurant. he talks to rizal when he sees him, but otherwise just lingers. it's busy, so he's not really sure what he's waiting for, but after a moment he finds it. weight of her stare, mostly unreadable across the room, one that he returns in kind.
@rottenone sent : you’re kinda cute.
fingers fumble their grip on the guitar tuner. jules pauses his re-stringing to look up at divina. did he hear that right ? a light pink flush spreads across his face and he clears his throat, “ th - thanks, ” tumbling ungracefully from his lips as he quickly averts his gaze back down to the guitar strings. he can’t be sure if she means it or if she’s just trying to get a rise out of him, but there’s certainly no denying the tiny little smile that plasters across his face as he finishes repairing her instrument.
[ nap ] sender falls asleep against receiver
meme. @rottenone
the natural result of living life as she does. he fits as best he can into her schedule that never seems to slim, and it lands him here. they're half clothed, never really making it there, and ben is observant enough to notice when her breathing changes, body lax against his.

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@rottenone sent : ❛ trying to strangle someone usually counts as attempted murder. ❜
“ yeah, well, i didn't 'try to strangle' him. i only, like, punched him a few times. ” it's a hesitant confession, accompanied by a shift of his gaze and a sheepish smile. jules has never been one to resort to violence. he can't even really remember how it happened, just that one second some guy was leading a stumbling divina away and the next second jules was on him, fists throwing in every direction. “ did rory tell you i tried to strangle him ? ”
[ NINETEEN ] : “ does me dating them bother you ? ” (bendee as exes when)
meme. @rottenone
does she need to ask? she's just as hard to read as he is, if not moreso, two brick walls staring at each other from across the restaurant. he's fingering the cash in his pocket that he's just gotten from rizal while he debates answering honestly, answering falsely, answering at all. "— you can do whatever you want."
“ here, on the house. i guessed merlot. ” @rottenone seems like she could do with a pick - me - up. after the disaster of a date she just witnessed, audrey could do with one, herself. she, too, has experienced her fair share of disappointing dates ── she feels for the stranger. lowering her voice, she adds playfully, “ guy seemed like a dick, by the way. really shooting above his league. ”