the eye contact was all keegan needed as verification greer was leaving, and was leaving for her. she waits, trying to be inconspicuous, and then acts like she gets a text. once the mime was complete, she rises to her feet, mutters a weak apology but can’t hide the grin that comes to her face when she envisions greer outside waiting for her. once the brisk air of the night braces her face and greer was in sight, standing at the end of the driveway, the grin grows and she huffs a laugh. “i was hoping i wasn’t a crackhead and i read that right.” she moves in, closing the distance between them. “you wanna hit a different spot or go to my place? this spot’s dying. i need more commotion.” she’s insinuating something there, but is willing to bluff if received adversely-- she couldn’t be too careful with andrea’s ex. this woman was off limits, but she was so intriguing.

the only reason that tegan had even come to the party tonight was that she hoped after throwing back enough shots she might finally get the nerve to say something. it’d been on her mind for a while and now she was just waiting for the right time. the right time being now... or so she thought. after licking the taste of tequila from her lips she went to find her best friend, freezing when she saw them otherwise engaged with someone else. clearing her throat to interrupt, she made a point of not looking at either of them. “i uh... i’m just going to head home. not really feeling it tonight.” 

         —           rowan wouldn’t be here if she had anywhere else to go. even as she knocked on the door, her hands trembled slightly, and she knew it wasn’t fair. she knew it wasn’t fair of her to show up unannounced and ask for help after the way she had acted, after the time that had passed. but she was coming down from a pretty gnarly high, and it was raining something fierce, and she was too far from home to get there safely. she was in no state to make decisions for herself, let alone show up unannounced at her ex’s house. her heartbeat thrummed just under her skin as she waited for the other to open the door. if they even did.

Tonight was one of those nights where he was alone, dressed to the nines, that charming smile plastered on his face as he walked through the event. Another celebrity launching a wine brand. To be fair, it wasn’t all that bad, or maybe it was and he was just desperate for anything to get his mind off of how much he wished that he could have just brought Remy with him. Baz had only reached the bottom of his first glass when he saw her, and for a brief moment, he wondered if it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. He blinked - nope, Remy was still standing in a corner of the room. A surprised smile slowly crept onto his face at the realization that she was there to surprise him. He wasn’t mad, how could he be when he’d told her that the second that she no longer liked the idea of them keeping things under wraps, that he’d be okay with making it publicly official. Of course, he’d thought that they’d figure it out together, maybe make a social media post about it first instead of this, but he could deal with this too. He’d already been walking over to her, nearly reaching her before he stopped in his tracks - - because suddenly she wasn’t standing alone anymore, another actor was guiding her away to a table, a hand on the small of her back, a stupid grin. And whatever smile had been on Baz’s face completely wiped away. What the actual fuck was she doing? Frozen for another minute as he tried to regain some composure, unclench his jaw, will himself not to cause a scene in the middle of a party. A deep breath before he finished off the remnants in his glass, plastered that smile right back on and then finished the rest of the walk over to their table. “Good evening!” He slapped the other actor on the back in greeting, his other hand clutching onto the top of Remy’s seat. “Are you two enjoying your night?”  Doesn’t actually listen to what the other is saying as his eyes focused on Remy instead, eyebrows raising up in question. 

“i feel like this isn’t a good idea,” belly said softly as she looked at the other. it definitely wasn’t a good idea but she was secretly hoping they would say it was. 

          “why does always dare make sense for geniveve miller?” a knowing grin pulls on her chapped lips. “i dare you to streak across the entire site-- up and down the street. disturb the rest of the campers or it’s a fail. i wanna hear you hollering from the end of the road all the way here.”

           the flustered forced response seemed like a lie, and andrea wants to choose to ignore it. it feels like she doesn’t have the place to mention anything off about greer, but the nervous knuckle rub tips her off too. she can’t hide the look of disbelief she shoots greer before turning her eyes back to the road. “sure,” she says, giving into the lack of trust in greer’s answer. “i’m alright. drew just got out of the hospital after doing a stint in their state ordered rehab program. he’s still going through withdrawals, but--” that’s obviously not the answer that greer would have been looking for, but she was working on honesty when it came to checking in. “uh-- what kind of food are you in the mood for? i figure we can go pick something up and sit at the jetport or go get mimosas and brunch and dine in somewhere-- what sounds best for you?”

it’s every damn cliché in the book. the rain, the low rumble of thunder in the distance, the fact they hadn’t managed to get back into town until late at night. natalia felt like the universe was sending them several signs as to why this was an awful idea. still, her hand lifted and delivered the knock at the door. perpetually flighty; when they’d left a few months back they’d never expected to be here again. she rocked back on her heels as the door swung open, lips trembling as they tried to form words. “...hi.”