#swectnights

HIS WORDS CAUSE HER TO giggle, having no time to think of a smart remark as he kisses her once again. the alcohol in her system brings her a casual buzz, otherwise she might not have been so open to the pda. the sweetness of the liqour paired with the lip gloss is a sharp contrast to the whiskey on dax’s tongue. it’s a common theme, momo thinks in passing. another difference to list between the two. hands slide from his face to his shoulders, one landing at the back of his neck. fingers barely graze the dark curls at the back of his neck. the loud music and conversation is nothing but white noise in the background, her heart rattling in her chest.

soleil: where do you happen to get your paints from?

THE USUALLY KEPT-TOGETHER SOLEIL is off-kilter. there’s no makeup to hide behind, no cocky attitude to place at the forefront. she’s unsure if letting anyone see her like this is a good idea. but soleil figures that the sooner her bass is fixed, the sooner she can go back into hiding. the case is slung over her shoulder as she wanders into the building holding the studio in question. river was adorable, and nothing like her. the few moments they’d shared most recently were refreshing in comparison to what they were like in high school. and besides, if she fucked up her bass, soleil would probably consider having a mental breakdown and running out into the woods. a hand raises to knock on the door, eyes wandering the hallway as she waited somewhat patiently.

A LAST MINUTE CANCELLATION HAS left momo’s afternoon wide open, opting to work on sketches for upcoming appointments and treating herself to an overly sugary large iced coffee. though, the pleasant vibes are interrupted with a knock on the door, revealing the front desk receptionist asking for her help. she pokes her head out of her room, curious eyes landing on an unfamiliar face. norbury is a small enough town where she knows an outsider when she sees one. especially one as dark and mysteriousas this one. “ hiya !! ” the blonde beams, an inked arm stretching outwards to shake his hand, a light giggle spilling from her lips, “ i’m momo, one of the resident artists. like, what can i help ya with ?? ”

A FEW DRINKS IN, AND SOLEIL finds herself closer to the actual bonfire. she’s been mingling all night, doing just what she does best of being her charming self. though, finding river amongst the crowd is a pleasant enough surprise. her ability to make him flustered by her mere existence is entertainment enough, finding it more endearing than annoying. she takes a seat beside him, mustering up her most flirtatious of grins, “ come here often ?? ” soleil mocks in a teasing tone, a gentle laugh following her words.

wilbur: wya? i've got a bottle of jack daniels and literally no plans tn

IT WAS RARE FOR MOMO to take days off. but when she did, it was never spent sitting idle. the day thus far was spent running general errands, spending money on pastries and an overly sweet iced coffee that she definitely did not need. the new greenhouse was a perfect way to end her big day out, in her opinion ( the idea of daxton being on shift was just an added bonus; more interested in the concept befriending him than purchasing another plant she did not need ). pastel pink skates wheel her inside, the blonde immediately getting distracted with the overwhelming sight of greenery, “ wow, ” momo exhales, as she slows to a stop, eyes wandering the space before finally landing on— “ oh, hey, dax !! ” the blonde chimes the greeting out, lifting her free hand not holding her drink in an excited wave, “ i, like, finally made it. as you can see. this place is amazing !! ”

“great news!” they started, putting four shots down in front of him and river. “i just got paid. that’s right, after two checks length of waiting for the jackass that does payroll at the catering company to stop hanging out in port angeles with his kids, he finally snapped back to reality and gave daddy their check. that’s right, ladies and germs, i hit the sweet spot where now i’ve got my rent paid up and some dollars to blow on a good time out with one of my dudes,” he explained, downing the first of his share, taking it in stride. “which means i don’t have to suck up to anyone in this bar for a free drink. a toast to self respect, and not debasing one’s self for even the shortest amount of time - to honor, maybe that’s a little more concise. i don’t know, i find the best toasts are brief, so we can leave it at that but... you kow what i mean” he propositioned river, holding his second shot up with the bottom slightly tilted towards him. “don’t leave me hanging. don’t put a damper on this potentially prolific night from the very start. you’re gonna jinx it, guy.” | @swectnights​