SWAN LAKE.

LOCATION: apartment’s lobby AVAILABILITY: open

          sometimes the effort counts, but other times it just leaves avi banging on their mailbox, willing for it to open. the frustration balled up into a fist quickly ricocheting off the metal door two, three times before they give up — at least for a moment. because not long after, they’re jamming their key into the hole & impatiently jiggling it in the hopes that it’ll click in place & finally do what keys to mailboxes should do. but the more they finagle with it, the more they realize that their mailbox is stuck & there isn’t a front attendant around to help solve the issue, which leaves avi to cry out, ❛ oh come on !! you’re seriously making me look bad, ❜ as though scolding the inconvenience with a pointed finger. not even registering the person stepping out of the elevator & coming across them yelling at an inanimate object.

“annie are you ok? are you ok? are you ok annie?” veronica hums the familiar tunes as she approaches avi with a bewildered look upon her FACE, unsure of what to think of the current situation that seems to be unfolding right before her EYES. for a second, she’s convinced that she’s dreaming or that the lift has perhaps taken her to a different dimension, for why else would a grown person be talking to a mailbox? “hey, avi, are you... you know... okay? why are you trying to communicate with your... mailbox. are you drunk? high? would you like me to help you?” she questions and without waiting to hear their response, she slams the mailbox with her heavy purse three times, opening it in a matter of seconds. “there. all good.”

It wasn’t rare to find Caroline seated at a cute little bar on the beach, even at only three in the afternoon on a Wednesday. The truth was, aside from the occasional drink she would have on afternoons like these, the German did it for the people watching. The observing that she enjoyed oh so much when she was bored and didn’t feel like making content. Seated in a bikini and a pair of shorts, she sipped on her frozen drink, sunglasses on her nose as she watched the people walk by. She spotted someone she knew looking at her and she raised her eyebrows, letting her sunglasses fall down her nose to reveal her eyes. “You gonna stare at me or join me?” she asked. “Next round’s on me.”

she likes to believe that she’s not much of a drinker, and she’s not, she’s really NOT, because she’s great at lying to herself. it should be considered as a talent at this point, the sort of metamorphosis that she goes through whenever she tries to make herself believe in a new thing. so when she spots caroline at the bar, she’s tempted to turn around, but all it takes is one simple question to change her mind.  “i wasn’t staring at you. i was just trying to make a CHOICE and in the process i ended up staring at you. it’s the way my mind works. but considering the fact that it’s already three o’clock, i might as well give it a shot,” she quips and sits down, placing her hands down on the table. “so what are we drinking, babe?” 

// * OPEN !!!

 “  look , i ordered a coffee , they made it wrong and fixed it - so now i got two coffees . and this one has your name on it ! “ tucker grins , before looking at the cup in question . “ actually it says ‘ fucker ‘ crossed out , then below it ‘ sorry my t’s look like f’s ‘ . “ he shrugs , before extending the coffee out . “ anyways , you want it ? it’s just a latte . no fancy stuff here . i’m a simple man . ass , boobs , coffee . the abc’s of my world , some might say . “ he’s JOKING ( kinda . not really . )  

“ good for you, tucker. you’re welcome to keep it. you know, free things are never truly FREE. it’s the first rule of business,” she notes as the corners of her lips twist upwards, and it almost sounds like she’s telling a joke. “not only are you a bad liar but you’re also illiterate. how charming, but anyways, no thank you. and i have no doubt. you should put that on a SHIRT. it might earn you a lot of money.”

❛  ♡   ━  [ ryan destiny, cis woman, she/her, gray ] hey have you seen 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆? 𝐒𝐇𝐄  let me borrow 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒. oh, you know them! they’re 𝟐𝟓 and they’ve been at Roy G. for 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑. They are known to be a total 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀. no wonder they’ve picked up the nickname 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘! i’m surprised you haven’t heard them blaring 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄 all night. they remind me of 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒,  𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. anyway, let me know if you see them !