#ruzter

it was a social outing kind of night   —   chat with some friends , have a couple of drinks , play a few rounds of pool   (   what more could anyone want   )   juliette adorned herself in a new outfit , or rather look . hair that is usually down is pulled up in a bun with her curtain bangs hanging free , framing both sides of her face with loose curls . new jeans hugged her curves , and her blouse was one that was flowy   —   not too stuffy for the warm san diego night   (   though her jacket was safely hung over the back of her seat   )   mixed drink was sat in front of her , the palm of her hand loosely covering the top of it . her cheeks were flushed already   ...   penny had opened a tab for her and well she made good use of it . she wasn't drunk per say but she was definitely feeling the mixture of drinks in her system . her husband was off with some of his boys from work   (   his brothers , in the navy   )   and she was just simply enjoying herself . she notices an arm drape over the back of her chair , and a familiar voice rings amongst the sounds of the bar . she can't help but quirk an eyebrow as her lips tug into a little smirk , cheek dimpling   —   she'd play along of course . head turns , and she tilts it ever so slightly peering at her husband .   "   i'd say he is , but you should know , he has a tendency of being very protective of me so if i were you   ...   i'd move along   —   sir .   "   it's light hearted , and her hues twinkle under the lights . the alcohol in her system   ...   as well her infatuation with him , made her want to lean in and steal a kiss but she refused the temptation . she wanted to see what his next move would be , if he'd keep the game up or not .

a rosey warmth in her cheeks, flushed from their evening's indulgence. music's booming through opened windows of the hard deck, and catches in the late summer breeze. two fingers were hooked into the heel of her sneakers, carrying them in hand whilst feet were buried in the sand. bianca turns her cheek just slightly, only barely catching the sound of bradley's voice over the musical noise muddled in the windy gust. but her smile booms before she even realizes, and she releases a light – hearted chuckle. “  well, what's stopping you?  ” the wind catches in her white dress, a rare sight, but one she'd bring out for a special occasion. “  come on, i might just let you,  ”

"You're hovering," he points out, setting down his beer and glancing over at Bradley. Reuben had skipped out on the usual rowdy game of darts half an hour ago, preferring, for once, a bit of solitude. He hadn't expected Bradley to join him - or keep so quiet. "If you're after a conversation," he adds with a laugh, "it goes better if you say words."

Just as usual, the confusion and the unshakable feeling he's missed something rather obvious. "Uh, what exactly have I done for you," Bob clarifies. If it's something recent, he's clueless as to what could've possibly inspired Bradley's compliment.

*   —   juliette edits   ...   endless   ft   @ruzter

this is a clash of titans.      a jet engine roaring alongside something souped,   and steel,    and fast.      knows that whatever bradley might be capable of in the air   —   he's as equally capable on the ground.    a gear shift as familiar as a stick.    pilot opposite driver.    ( thinks: we always did enjoy life like this, didn't we ? dangerously.   kids turned into men on the blacktop.   sweaty palms and sharpened teeth.    words become fists.    fists become throttles.   learned how to crawl into the skeletons of machines and make them part of ourselves.   to maneuver them better than anyone else. )    only logan didn't have a title   ( … )   not top gun.   not anything.   there weren't accolades for victories won on sectioned off highways.   no awards for criminals.      does that make him bitter ?   maybe.    he rolls his eyes.   grits his teeth.   there's a violent itch beneath his skin and the road put it there.    cars couldn't defend a man from everything   ( sometimes we have to fight before we can fly )      " yeah, genius,   i tried the door. "    it's curt but the threat is empty.    he jiggles it one more time for good measure before bumping it in frustration.    " there a window or something in here we can break ? "    because the storage shed wasn't exactly something he was hoping to be pinned in overnight.    he peers around all the shit obstructing their view   —-    sees a glimmer of hope through glass.   the window small but large enough for them.    " here, gimme your shirt. " 

A CAUSE OF CELEBRATION!!!!

she's in the lap of the pianist , a drink too many to remember how. ❝ you're really good. ❞ it's said loud to @ruzter. ❝ but you're doing it wrong. ❞ it's a smug comment. he's right. but her hands rest on top of his anyways , following along with each note played. piano was something her mother had forced her into. lessons every week. but it never stopped her from loving it. another piece of music that had saved her. ❝ just speed up the tempo. then you'll have it. ❞ it's her opinion. and to daisy , that's the only one that's right. ❝ i know a thing or two about music. ❞