forever longing

at the positive response, meera preens and her grin widens. it's all she can do to keep the heat of embarrassment, the good kind, rushing her cheeks.   oh my god, she wants to buy you a drink. code red, meera. code red.   "   to us deserves a real drink then?   "   she says coyly, or as coyly as meera can ever muster. she's all eagerness and upfrontness and her heart on her sleeve, even if a bit clumsy. like a puppy who's paws or ears are too big for it to walk properly; cute but ultimately only a harm to herself. she feels electric when she loops an arm through kat's, when they're face to face and she readies the shot in front of her own lips, even though they've been a lot closer.   "   bottoms up.   "

there was instant regret that hit kat square in the chest. the problem was, kat really liked meera. but kat also wasn't the type of person to settle down and she was pretty certain she never would be. she smiled back despite her rising concern that meera was going to take all of this the wrong way. or the right way. maybe it was half right, half wrong, and kat couldn't figure out what she was going for. or what she was doing with herself. "anything involving you deserves a real drink, not a shot." kat remarked. which was true. but she knew how it sounded. she adjusted her arm to loop easily around meera's. in a soft tone, still heard about the music and chatter, kat replied, "cheers to us, m."

mei is the type to show up late to a party on purpose. she is. why? because the best way to make an entrance is to make sure everyone is there to see it. which is precisely what she does tonight. has she pregamed before showing up? absolutely. mei doesn't have a problem but she doesn't not have a problem, either. but being a little tipsy only makes her entrance all the grander. she steps into the party, tossing her hair behind her shoulder, and goes to find a drink. "hope i haven't missed too much," she says to the person next to her. @supernovainfo

there were a lot of icons at this party and mei was one of them. despite being very comfortable as the center of the attention at the party, as well as hanging out on the outskirts, kat thought it would be fun to get to know some of the soon to be legends, especially those on tour with her. with a sweet smile, she shook her head. "no. in fact, i think the party just got started, don't you?" she was flirting. but she hoped it wasn't too obvious. she was all about having fun, but she didn't want to seem like a total creep.

there was a lot to like about the party. the thing with industry parties was that people attended and went all out. the fashion, as hadley pointed out, was impeccable to say the least. she thought that she would die to own a few of the outfits donned on potential models. "ohhhh, the outfits. i thought you were checking people out." kat remarked bluntly with a smile. "but you're so right, actually. the skirt that person is wearing is to die for." she nodded. "but look at you. you look incredible."

❛ hate to break it to you , kit kat , but starting tonight , we're always working , ❜ v points out , taking a swig of her drink . she does manage a small smile , knowing her bandmate means well and sulking wasn't going to help anythng . her eyes narrow for a moment , a smirk appearing on her face at kat's question . she didn't often find an opportunity to break out her bartending skills – acquired from her older brother , of course – but this seemed a good a time as any . ❛ off the top of my head... maybe a tequila sunrise ? or a piña colada ? you know what , i'll make both and i'll take whichever you hate . ❜

"why do you sound so down about that? you get to hang out with me all the time. isn't that kind of great?" she smiled, trying to keep the conversation light. she knew that it was going to be exhausting and at times grueling, but there was beauty in that. she was certain of it. kat pondered the offer, but smiled when v offered to make both and let kat try them. kat knew what drinks she liked, but she was horribly indecisive even on her best days. "sounds like a deal. i can't believe i'm getting a handcrafted drink from the v." she added with a tiny smirk.

"kat! hey!" the greeting came out about an octave higher than yewande's natural tenor. they stared at their tourmate, eyes wide as she carried on about cigarettes. yewande didn't know if she was too drunk to understand the joke, but she laughed along anyway, throwing her head back a bit violently. it cracked in the process, but she pushed on. "all right, pull my leg then. honestly? i've spent most of the night thinking about doing a backflip, but my manager would just kill me on the spot, i think. it'd be horrible press. now you go. what're ya thinkin, babes?"

kat had no idea what was going on. she was pretty sure that she was just drunk, maybe a little drunk on the atmosphere but the rest could be blamed on the shots and drinks she'd had at the party. but she was behaving. "i want to see you do a backflip. come on. just one?" she jutted out her lower lip to pout before returning to her chill demeanor moments later. she wasn't thinking about much but she should say something funny. or weird. or random. "i was thinking about how no one has kissed yet. isn't that boring? i want to see a scandal."

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normally, kat was in the middle of the action. but who was kat to deny a damsel in distress? she made eye contact with zarrah by accident, but saw the desperation in her eyes and couldn't help but find her way, so accidentally, to her side. when the question was posed, kat nodded nonchalantly and then threw an arm around her friend and pulled her over to her. kat was taller, especially with heels on, so it made it easier for them to navigate through the crowd together. "we'll go outside, everything will be great." kat told zarrah loud enough to be heard over the music, the noise, and the overall giddiness of everyone's delight. once they found their way to the door, kat reached over and opened it, pushing the glass door open to let the two of them out. "am i a hero or what?"

the party so far was a blur of shots and giggles and screams and hugs and selfies, all developed in rose-colored solution in yewande's mind. so many nights were like this these days, full of moments she wanted to remember for life, but wasn't even sure she'd be able to conjure in a day's time. sometimes it didn't catch up to them until they tucked themself into bed at night, but tonight a lull between drinks found them alone on a patio, gazing glassy-eyed over the twinkling city while that solution swirled by in a haze. but the party's echoing bass, deadened behind floor-to-ceiling glass, was a ticking reminder to play their happy-faced part, so they turned to head back in. just as she did, though, someone else slid open the balcony's door. "oh, hey!" she hurried to brighten up, rambling as always. "i was just getting some fresh air, enjoying the lights. it's just gorgeous, don't you think? i was about to head back though. unless you want some company. then i'm happy to stay! or leave you be, if you need." | @supernovainfo

"wow. i didn't realize you were working, you look like you need something to do." kat teased. dressed in her own outfit meant to match her bandmates, kat smiled and then decided to play along with v. she would do anything to make v laugh, but especially thought everyone deserved to have fun tonight. in fact, she was hoping to get roped into whatever v was doing. in a slightly more flirtatious tone that was reserved specifically for bartenders, especially on a night like this one, she asked, "what do you recommend? got any suggestions? i like 'em sweet."

meera had spent plenty of time at really nice parties, but nothing quite like this. she's pretty sure she's never been at a party with multiple grammy winners, for one, or even multiple ice sculptures — of which this party has four, by her count. ice sculptures. she hasn't even kept track of the number of grammy winners. one, two, three, four...    finally: she spots another face that's awe-inspiring, but not for any reason that they hone the type of fame that meera's, honeydew's, fingertips are just now brushing. it's another one of them, on tour. and isn't the fact they're experiencing this all together enough to inspire awe in anyone? then again, inspiring anything in meera is hardly a difficult task. she rushes over, tipsy and overeager to connect. anyone on this journey with her is a friend in her book.    "    i've got an extra shot!   "   she'd been planning on shooting back both, but sharing is caring.   "   we've got to do it in honor of tomorrow. what should we do it to? to supernova? to us? to music, like, as a collective?   " @supernovainfo