Davis loved snow. Winter was his favorite season and the fact that Christmas was right around the corner, was just icing on the cake. It didn’t snow often in Harmony, but when it did? He took full advantage of it. He loved sitting by the window and playing his guitar, while watching the snow fall. Or better yet, snuggling up with his best friend Sophie, by the fire.

They had finally moved out of the van and into a place with Jacque. Now, it was just a matter of finding real jobs, which he hoped would come after the holidays.

“Did I tell you to kick around the chair, or to kick around the chair?” It was tiring, honestly, to ride these girls as hard as he did--as hard as he had to!--to get ehse numbers up and running, but that’s just what happened when you lived in a town full of aspiring fucking artists and dancers who thought studio credits were the only way to recognized. Unimaginative little shits. What he wouldn’t give to have some real talent in here!

“Go again,” he sighed, “from the top. Queue music!” The music started up and he kept his eyes glued to the stage--in particular to the new girl, who had two left feet in her heels and no idea of how to do even the most basic of burlesque moves--even as he leaned over to confer with Piper.

Piper sauntered into the cafe- it was cute, smelled delicious and it was open this time of the evening. That was the important bit. It was late, Crescendo has just closed and Piper hadn’t felt like cooking- but after a night of dancing something to eat was necessary. So she’d opted to find one of the restaurants and cafes that were open. What she hadn’t expected when she entered the cafe was a familiar form facing away from her. 

Alexander apparently had a similar idea after closing... well at least she wouldn’t have to eat alone. She quietly walked up behind him instead of waiting for a waiter or waitress to seaet her. Sliding around the corner- she ensured she wouldn’t be knocking anything out of his hand before dropping into his lap with a smirk. “Hey there handsome- fancy seeing you here.” She winked. Knowing she’d have to move in a moment, but it was worth it for the looks she got.

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Like everyone else who grew up with technology, Zachary had been dragged into the world of social media. He’d made a Facebook, a Tumblr, and a bunch of others as well. But the only one he enjoyed was Instagram. It wasn’t that he cared to use these things to keep in touch with friends, most of the friends, followers, or whatever that he did have were complete strangers, or business acquaintances, but at least he could use Instagram for his art. Once in a while he also used it to follow people around town, and other artists too, but mostly it was a place to put his art until people actually went out to see it. It was a start for him.

Zachary checked his Instagram once in a while, sometimes out of actual curiosity, but more often than not it was just to do something with his hands. That day, however, a particularly strange thing had happened. Graffiti he’d sprayed up on a wall, a studio somewhere in town, was the background of a photo of some girl that one of his acquaintances followed. For a long while it had him standing there, dumbfounded. Art like that, the kind that was technically vandalism, that he painted when someone pissed him off and he needed to get revenge, was painted over. Usually in a matter of days. Hell, most of his art was. This was the first time he’d seen a piece still standing. So he knew what he had to do, he had to go see it.

The building was only a few blocks away from where he had been waiting in line at the bank, something he could attend to later. It was locked, of course, but Zachary knew how to get around that. How else could he have gotten in to vandalize in the first place? It was an easy lock to pick, and it was only a matter of minutes before he was in the studio, looking up at the eerie mural of a very mangled dancer in awe. Zachary reached out, tracing his hand over it, but other than that he didn’t move, eyes darting all over the mural as he tried to understand.

“How are you here?”