⸻ * 𝙏. 𝙎𝙐𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙉 !

"maybe." trixie lands on the occasional viral post, but she's at the mercy of the algorithm most of the time. "we need a good hook, though, so people will be curious about your photos. how about i put a filter and write something like, hm, 'this man went missing in 1987. if you look for too long, he will haunt you... stare if you're brave enough'? people love scary posts."

“wait  wait  wait,“  he  pouts  at  her,  only half serious but mostly playful.  “1987  ?  are  you  saying  i  look  old  enough  to  have  been  alive  almost  40  years  ago  ?  i  ain’t  that  much  older  than  you,  missy  !”  a  deep,  melodramatic  sigh  escapes  his  lips.  “no, but seriously now.. use facetune or something. make me look young and attractive."

with  a  crooked  grin,  he  wiped  away  the  small  speck  of  water  that  landed  on  his  arm.  color  crept  into  his  cheeks  as  he  flushed  just the slightest bit.  “i  mean,  i  don’t  really  mind  getting  wet.  that..  sounded  weird.  it  wasn’t  an  innuendo,  i  swear it's just warm in here and your drink was cold so it felt nice, that's all.“  he  mentally  slapped  himself  for over - explaining and  took  another  sip  of  beer  before  speaking again.  “you  are  correct.  i  don’t  usually  like  parties  very  much.  but,  uh,  i’m  having  fun  now.  since  i  have  someone  nice to  talk  to.”

"hi, um... do you mind if i take a photo of you? it's just for social media," trixie explains. she tries to steady her slightly trembling hand as it holds her phone. she wants to convince the people she knows ( and herself ) that she's been having soooo much fun tonight.

a  fond  smile  plays  on  his  lips when he hears her voice.  “  hi,  trix.  “  he  nods  and  strikes  a  silly  pose  —  goofy  looking  smile,  attempting to wink even though he doesn't know how.  “  go  ahead,  cuz.  take  as  many  as  you’d  like.  can you make  me  go  viral ?  “  

tanner  shoved  and  elbowed  his  way  through  the  throngs  of  people  and  made  his  way  over  to  where  he  finally  saw  a  familiar,  safe  face.  “  no  beer  for  me.  maybe  something  sweet  and  fruity  though  ?  “  he  smirked  playfully.  “  and  then maybe  i’ll  stick  around  for  the  chit  chat  too.  if  you’re  lucky.  “ 

the  music  bouncing  off  the  walls  vibrated  through  her  body  as  she  let  herself  let  loose,  head  rolling  backwards  in  rhythm.  the  packed  space  leaving  little  room  for  her  body  actually  moved  but  that  didn’t  bother  her,  mind  already  on  a  high  since  she  got  to  the  house  party.  sloane  brings  her  fourth  can  of  beer  up  to  her  mouth  only  to  realise  it  was  empty,  jutting  her  bottom  lip  out  in  a  pout  she  turns  to  the  one  in  front  of  her  “  i  need  a  refill,  ”  she  motions  to  the  kitchen  “  come  with  ?  please.  ”  she  stretches  the  last  word  as  she  starts  moving  backwards.

he  bobs  his  head  lightly  to  the  beat,  his  hair  flopping  into  his  eyes,  but  the  rest  of  his  body  is  completely  motionless.  no  movement  whatsoever.  not  an  ounce  of  rhythm  in  his  bones.  he  lets  out  a  half-scoff,  half-laugh  and  rolls  his  eyes  fondly.  “  okay,  s.  “  he  huffs as he follows sloane like an obedient puppy.  “  maybe  some  water  this  time,  hm  ?  “

nails click on her screen , text sent back to her older brother with a scowl on her face . drink water mille , should probably go back to your house soon mills , do you need me to come get you ? don’t get her wrong , she knows he cares and she loves him for it but she doesn’t need a babysitter . she’s a grown woman after all . phone buzzes again and the red head huffs but then , someone calls her name and her head whips around , a little too quick causing a drunken giggle to escape . “ hi !! ” she bounds over , arms wrapping around their neck , heels making her a little taller . “ are you having a blast ?? ”

tanner  weaves  his  way  through  the  crowd,  beer  in  hand  that  he’s  only  taken  maybe  two  sips  of.  he  spots  a  familiar  face  in  the  mass  of  drunken  idiots  and  calls  out  to  them,  only  to  be  hugged  aggressively  seconds  later.  he  awkwardly  returns  the  embrace  and  lets  out  a  breathy  chuckle.  “  hi,  mills.  you  doing  okay  ?  “  he  raises  an  eyebrow.  “  how  much  have  you  had  to  drink  ?  you’re  kinda  tiny.  so it  doesn’t  take  a  lot  to  get  you  totally hammered,  y’know  ?  “

the bass echoes against the walls, the entire house shaking beneath natalia’s feet. she holds a cup filled halfway with cheap vodka and sprite, a combination that made her want to find the nearest bathroom already. her feet carry her through out the house, shoulders slightly tense as she clutches her drink close to her heart. as she turns the corner and brings her cup to her lips, natalia nearly jumps out of her skin at the sight of the individual in front of her. “bollocks!” she scoffed, a heart flying over her heart. “fuck, i didn’t…i didn’t mean to curse like that, you just…scared me.” she exhaled, fingers tightening around her drink.

tanner  hates  parties.  like  he  hates  them  more  than  he  hates  spiders,  thunderstorms  and  homophobes  combined  probably.  but  he  came  because  a  few  of  his  friends  basically  forced  him  to.  like, sure,  he  likes  to  drink  and  have  a  good  time,  but  the  blaring  music  and  loud  chatter  coming  from  every  direction ?  he  could  do  without that.  he's about to head outside  to  get  a  breath  of  fresh  air  when  suddenly  someone  curses  at  him.  he  lets  out  a  light  chuckle.  “  no,  no,  it’s  fine.  i’m  sorry  i  scared  you.  “  a  crooked  grin  finds  its  way  to  his  lips,  a  mixture  of  amusement  and  intrigue.  “  y’know,  usually i'm pretty good at reading people, but i  can’t  tell  if  you’re  having  fun  or  not.  “ he quirks an eyebrow as he glances casually around the room.