#sebvora

Life fucking sucked recently. Which was probably overdramatic, but didn't make it any less true to Phoebe. Her and Foster weren't speaking, and since the fucking gift debacle, the staff at the museum were being worse than usual. She was doing everything in her power to actively not be there, and when Aslihan let her go early for the day, there was only one person on her mind who'd come and get drunk with her before it even turned to dusk outside.

What she loved about Seb was that he didn't ask any fucking questions, and his presence was easy to melt her worries away.

When he excused himself to head to the bathroom, it meant leaving Phoebe sat in the booth they claimed for thesmelves, and to her own devices; deciding her time would be of better use getting lost in a world of mindlessly tapping through Instagram stories than doing anything as insane as thinking, when a gentle voice got her attention. She had looked up, frowning in confusion at the stranger - a beautiful blonde who identified herself as Violet - who seemed to warn her about 'men like Seb Vora'. Phoebe listened to her tale of being seduced and then kicked to the curb, feeling momentarily bad for her, though it wasn't exactly like Seb hid his intentions when hooking up with people.

When Violet eventually left the booth, Phoebe put her phone away, sitting up straighter as her friend appeared. "Violet says hi." She informed him, an impish grin on her lips, wondering if Seb would even recognize the name before she delved into what Violet actually said to her.

CJ had always prided himself on being an excellent sleeper, from being a newborn baby to adult, the only exception being the six months after his mom bailed; him, Wren and Emery staying up until the early morning watching terrible TV reruns and eating cold takeout food, laughing about nothing, because if they didn't laugh they'd cry, and their parents weren't worth the tears. But once it passed, he settled again. Even that one gruelling semester of college, where he was worried about Emery and his classes two-fold, though it was possible the heavy alcohol consumption helped with that during those times.

It had only been very recently that he had been more restless at night. It wasn't consistently every night, maybe a couple times a week at most, but it still bothered him. He wasn't unhappy in anyway, and he had nothing to stress about. But it was just like a hum of energy under his skin, threatening to burst if he didn't do anything soon.

He got up, bored of tossing and turning in hisbed, first walking past Jeanie's door, though it was shut tight with no indication of any lights on, meaning she was most likely asleep, or not home, going to check if Seb was up still, glad to see the door was ajar, even if it didn't exactly point to his other roommate being awake. But he crept and pushed it open a bit, glad to see Seb still awake, leaning against the frame, a sheepish grin playing on his features.

"'Sup dude?" He whispered, his sock-covered feet toeing at the floor. "Can I come in for a bit?"

Phoebe was sulking. She didn't sulk much, because granted before this year she didn't have a free moment to sulk, and whilst she knew wallowing in her own misery wasn't healthy, she decided to take up the opportunity to do so. Her original plan to combat the sulking was to trek up to the ski lodge was to watch people wipe out from the comfort of the lodge, but then she ended up bumping into Seb, who managed to convince her to come out and build a snowman.

And annoyingly she now had Frozen stuck in her head.

She had spent the better part of the last half hour or so sitting on the snow, her own attempt at a snowman resulting in a mound with a carrot sticking out of it, watching Seb construct something that looked considerably better than her own meager attempt. Her stupid brain then betrayed her by daring to wonder if Foster would have been good at building snowmen, and for a moment, just briefly, she was very tempted to just roll down the hill and never stop until she bashed her skull open on some rocks.

"What's the worst thing a person did that turned you off them?" Phoebe found herself asking Seb, cutting off whatever rambling she hadn't been listening to. "Like, did someone ever like go...too far or was like, a bit too slutty or something?"

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If anyone in Phoebe’s close social circle knew that she was planning on walking home from The Jagged Yard back to her place all by herself, she’d be dead. So, so dead. But, alas, she was a little bit tipsy and thought some fresh air would do her some good, and really, it wasn’t like she was going far. She was only a couple of blocks away from the bar when it seemed like someone was following her. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, Phoebe quickly whipped around, her phone torch up to maximum brightness, shining it at the perpetrator. “I know self defense!” She shouted, trying to sound threatening, though her voice cracked. Her eyes recognising Seb, Phoebe lowered her phone. “Oh, it’s you,” Her voice sounding much more normal, “Why are you creeping about at night?”

Honestly, CJ was having the best time. He was surrounded by at least a hundred of his closest friends, the Christmas spirit flowing as easy as the booze, and just wanted to live in this moment forever. He had lost sight of his two favorite people currently in the apartment though -- disqualifying Wren for choosing not to come and Emery leaving early due to a work thing -- and strutting off-balance in the small space as he searched for his roommates. Jeanie seemed otherwise occupied, so he made a detour for Seb, tripping over a pile of antlers in the entrance hall, landing on his roommate’s lap, who turned out to be the pile of antlers.

“I fucking love Christmas, man.” He slurred, reaching up and booping Seb’s nose. “Rudolph needs a red nose.”

“I’m telling you dude, I saw something.” CJ declared as they made their way through the treacherous woodland on the outskirts of Bighorn Hills. They were far from the walking trail now, the early sunset making the dark corners of the trees even more daunting. “I was up there --,” CJ pointed to where they could just see the outlines of the hills from the evening fog, that had a pretty popular hiking trail he frequented when he had the chance to, “-- and looked down and saw it. Like a fucking, Iunno, Bigfoot or something.” He had turned around, marched straight home and grabbed Seb from where his roommate had been chilling on the couch, because he needed a witness damn it. They waded through the thick foliage, CJ tripping on a few twisted tree roots, catching himself on the trunks. “I’ve never been this far into the woods,” He admitted. “So maybe we’ll just stick to searching ‘round here for now?”