#spoilednight

          maybe  that’s  why  jo’s  still  up  at  three  am  when  she  hears  the  oh  so  familiar  boots  being  kicked  off  by  the  front  door.  she  waits  ,  knowing  full  well  that  the  first  thing  her  father  will  do  is  come  into  the  kitchen  to  get  a  cup  of  coffee.  ❝  dad  made  lasagna.  ❞  it’s  almost  said  tauntingly  ,  as  she  takes  a  bite  of  the  food  ,  eyeing  frankie  with  a  hint  of  a smile.  ❝  he  left  you  a  plate  in  the  microwave.  i  see  you  eyeing  my  plate,  franklin.  ❞

                HE   FEELS   LIKE   HE   SHOULD   BE   WRITING   THIS   DOWN ,   for   a   multitude   of   words   that   comes  out   of   this   man’s   mouth   are   worthy   of    being   heard   over   and   over   again ,   seen   in   physical   form   to  be  read  just   as   many   times .   frankie   is   wise     ----     enigmatic  ,   every  so   often .    the   drifter’s    already   come   to   learn   that ,   with   bouts   of   confusion ,   many   instances   of   plain   listening .   and   he’s   also   come   to   learn   that   nothing   is   said   for   no   reason .   that ,   unless   they   were   both   high   off    their   asses ,   that   there’s   meaning   behind   every   word .     AND   ARE   THEY   HIGH ?      --------    (  he   has   to   think  )      --------     no .     he’s   just   a   little   drunk ,   but   a   little   drunk   is   like   being   sober   at   this   point  ...    emotions   hit   him   the   same   when   he’s   just   a       little         drunk .    and   it’s   this   feeling   that   suddenly   emerges   from   within   him   that   makes   him   realize   that  ...   APPREHENSION ,   which   leads   to   concern .     ❝   what   are   you   alluding   to ?   ❞   the   calmness   in   his   voice   doesn’t   resonate   with   the   chaos   nonchalantly   spinning   inside   his   head .   has   to   take  a   beat ,   averting   eyeline ,   meeting   peanut   debris   sitting   on   top   of   a   bar .   can’t   help   but   act   wry   --   grimace ,   but   with   a   smile.   ❝   you   telling   me   i’m   gonna   have   to   write   an   obituary   for   you   sometime   soon ?   ❞

“Hey, did you end up going to Harry’s party the other night?” Helena asks as she comes up next to him.

          ❝ ━━━━━━━ i’ve seriously never  in my entire goddamn life seen someone look like you. and i grew up, like, right down the street from fucking l.a. ❞

“Totally thought you were dead, dude—” Ferrus raises his hands in an apologetic fashion. “Sorry about the whole nearly using your body for necromancy thing.” 

                   the  rain  was  different  here  -----  they were simple words and yet they wholly unnerved her. it could’ve just been idle commentary, but nothing in everette happens without purpose. it isn’t fate. it’s something else. a shift in stance is what makes her realizes there’s a soul headed this way, and based on the silhouette; it’s the guy from the diner. she keeps her wits about her, because this is no place for anyone. she’s surprised he even knew how to get here.  ❛  why  are  you  here?  ❜  //  @spoilednight: sc.

        “ya’ gonna finish that, then?” he tilted his head towards the mixed drink that had been neglected. the ice in it had begun to melt and it was turning the mixture into a watered down mess that couldn’t be salvaged once it was too late - priorities. cassidy sat up a bit straighter in the booth and began to reach for it without having an answer, it was all bright colors and corn syrup. he probably wouldn’t even be able to identify what kind of alcohol was in it because of all the sugar. “ya’ keep starin' at your phone,” he pointed out just as the other man was doing so. it was an open invitation to discuss WHY he could have been distracted, or a way of bringing the habit to his attention. long fingers curled around the glass and he slumped back into the booth with his claimed spoils, bright green crazy straw already in his mouth. // @spoilednight

@spoilednight  --  sc.