whiskey.

saffron: THAT'S WHY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE NICE TO ME

saffron: it's the only good part about being younger

saffron: the rest of it is a bunch of nonsense. like getting to hear 'i know better, i'm older'

blue: there's no rule book on how to be a big brother saf

blue: i know better than you though

       ‘    WHO’S CAR IS THIS?!   ’    words full of rage,    lou puts her hands through her hair in stress.     she stands on the curb as if it were her own personal soap box.     a car beside her wearing a clear green sticker on the windscreen,    ‘   newsflash:   putting an     i care about the environment    sticker on a mercedes benz ? — ’    she gestures to the vehicle,    though no one is paying enough attention to notice.    ‘ is like putting a cow on the logo for a steakhouse.  ’    hands on her hips,     she stares back at the item of interest.    next thing she knows,    her foot slips  &  hits the bumper.     ‘  my bad. ’   okay maybe she kicked it on purpose.     

blue: you're nosy

blue: we are a lovely people

blue: the loveliest

saffron: um... it's called having a healthy curiosity for the world around you???

saffron: how can you literally call me nosy and then claim to be the loveliest?

blue: i dont have to be NICE TO YOU

astrid: hey... do you by chance know how to change a tire?

astrid: i have a flat, and i can't get the lifty guy in the right spot

blue: ofc i know how to change a tire

– HIS HEAD LIFTED momentarily to glance over at the nightstand beside his bed, where a few over-the-counter medicines sat with a glass of water. he stared at them for a moment, dazed, before he reached for the glass of water only, propping himself up on his elbow to drink from it. once he’d downed about half the glass, he set it back down on the nightstand and turned his head back to rest against blue’s hipbone, deciding against putting anything else in his body despite the pounding in his head. his eyes slipped shut with a shaky exhale, only to force them open again when blue spoke a second time, met with the view of a bowl of cereal. “—–what kind?” his voice was hoarse as he struggled to push himself up into a sitting position, squinting and letting out a quiet grunt when it only amplified the ache behind his eyes. he took the bowl regardless of the answer, gratefully eating a spoonful of it and leaning back against the headboard, his head settling against the wall. “—— i’m sorry,” it was a quiet mutter, half-broken and gravelly from sleep. his eyes were half-lidded and locked on his lap, unable to bring himself to look blue in the eyes. “—– for… everything i did. m’sorry.”

saffron: but now i wanna know who it is!

saffron: c'mon we both know i'm not good with letting things go

saffron: you make us sound like lovely people

blue: you're nosy

blue: we are a lovely people

elodie: [elodie shuffles back to her bed and takes another yawn.] as long as you're sure blue. i care about you, i'll see you tomorrow okay? [she pauses for a moment, her brain working on overdrive because of the lack of sleep.] i love you blue.

elodie: [there's silence for a moment while she tries to think what to say. she jumps slightly at the sound of a slamming car door.] blue? [she pauses for another moment.] are you going to be okay?

saffron: you should say which one, someone has to know they have the right to be very offended right now

saffron: 'the smartest' doesn't mean you're royalty either

saffron: unless you're going for royal pain, you might get that one

blue: it’s not YOU i will say that

blue: yes it does, any superlative is royalty in this place

saffron: only 3? who are you discounting?

saffron: because i have national and world titles you know?

saffron: don't get those without talent

saffron: if you were talking smarts - then yeah, 3 of us got them

saffron: since when does being smart make you royalty?

saffron: you act like it's forty sometimes.

blue: i’m not saying which one of us is talentless but it’s not me

blue: at least you know that much

blue: i didn’t say smart i said “the smartest”

elodie: [she sighed as she stood up from her bed and walked to shea's room] i'm sorry blue i meant to call i really did. [she hesitates for a moment.] he – he's not here.

saffron: when you put it like that, you gotta wonder why anyone ever talks to us.

saffron: but hey, least we're talented.

saffron: no offence, but if you were halston royalty, i'd move

saffron: you say the nicest things!

saffron: you were the one saying how you were soooo much older than i was.

blue: it's because people need entertainment in their lives saf

blue: i'd say only 3 of us our talented

blue: okay fuck you im halston royalty im the smartest person in this damn town

elodie: [she answers the second call after multiple rings. her voice is soft and groggy] blue?

and in my arms honey i got ya // @shabernathy​

– HIS MOUTH felt like he hadn’t drank water in years. it was a common thing for him, lately – he was pretty sure he’d gone through his family’s entire supply of water bottles just from the incessant dry mouth he dealt with while he was high. apparently, another motif in his life lately was his terrible ( and growing ) habit of making bad decisions; of course, they weren’t bad to him, and god forbid anybody tried to correct him on it. when they did, shit like this tended to happen – him being dragged out of a trap house on multiple different substances, piss fucking drunk, and waking up the next morning with a pounding headache and somebody mad at him. “——hm?” it was a quiet, hoarse noise as he rolled onto his side, facial features twitching and contorting in discomfort as the pain in his head made itself prevalent. he groaned, then, lifting a hand to press lazily to his temple before he forced his dry, hazy eyes open, met with the view of his boyfriend’s thigh where he was sitting beside him. ( the word boyfriend was tentative – he wasn’t sure, really, if he could call blue that anymore. ) diffidently, shea moved to curl his arm over blue’s lap, pressing his face into his side half in an attempt to see how angry he was, and half in an unspoken, silent apology.

saffron: I was born with mine. Working at it seems exhausting.

saffron: your people? You know that makes you sound like halston's royalty?

saffon: I guess you’re not ancient yet.

blue: it's apart of the montgomery charm

blue: sugar spice and everything nice ? more like stubbornness, attitude, the ability to ignore all of your problems, and a sprinkle of talent

blue: am i not?