in your dreams.

MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT

while many things had changed in her life since graduating high school, one thing that hadn’t changed was zoe’s complete and total inability to listen to the directions and opinions of those around her. as far as she was concerned, zoe puckerman only had to report to one person: herself. so while lj holliday thought she was onto something by publicly disinviting her to some lame, high school reminicisent party, she was also clearly stupid. zoe had never gave a flying fuck about lj’s desires, especially not following her breakup with eli. in fact, it was imagining lj’s shock as she burst through the door that had zoe excited and throwing back alcohol before she even left her childhood bedroom. it seemed as if lj was the only one who didn’t want her to show up, because they second they entered the party, zoe was met with smiles, hugs, and a whole lot of shmoozing until she heard the screechy voice coming towards her. “and i thought i made it real fucking clear that i don’t care about what you want,” she snarled, stepping dangerously close to the other blonde. “i can, but i don’t want to. sleeping on some slut’s couch doesn’t mean you get to boss me around.”

WHO : @crhqstarters​ & Ziggy Gilbert. WHERE : Callbacks, over the bar. WHEN : Tuesday, 21/04. Near closing.

zoe puckerman liked to party, that much was evident by the sudden shift in her lifestyle. and moreso, she liked to send it harder knowing she’d be leaving nyc for lima the next day. with both eli and dallas on her arms, zoe felt like she was on top of the world. no one (even the lima losers that plagued her life), could kill her vibe. what she hadn’t accounted for was the weak, watered-down drinks that callbacks liked to serve on a regular basis. on one hand, she shouldn’t have been surprised. it was no scandals - that was clear by the tacky decor and questionable music, but on the other hand? they were paying upwards of $14 a drink and well drinks weren’t cutting it anymore. with a little bit of booze muscles under her agenda, zoe sidled up to the bar. “no,” the reply was sharp, clear, and to-the-point. “what you can do is give me two shots of tequila on the house. this drink,” she began, placing the nearly-full martini on the bar, “is disgusting and i’m not finishing it.” zoe raised an eyebrow in ziggy’s direction before plopping herself on the stool across from him. “so,” she paused, reading the name tag sketched plastered to his chest, “what’s it gonna be, ziggy?”

COOL IT

zoe puckerman hadn’t gone into the night thinking she’d end up throwing punches in lj holliday’s direction..... then again, she hadn’t gone in 2041 thinking the love of her life would drop her like a hot potato. anyone who really knew zoe knew she had been hurting. heartbroken, even. in a way that was different from their high school breakup. theo beiste had, and unfortunately still was, zoe’s everything. she had always been a firm believer that theo was her person, so to see him smiling and leaning into sterling duval, of all people? well, it had her seeing red faster than someone could say “prom queen”. and to add salt to an already festering wound, zoe’s sworn enemy lj holliday decided to open her big, dumb mouth. all it had taken was a couple of words for zoe to channel the tequila in her system and her inner-father to pull back and throw a fist. it was over before it even started, and as zoe felt a pair of arms form around her waist, her legs went flailing. “fuck you, you stupid bitch,” she screamed as she was being pulled towards the door. in a strange twist of fate, a pool of warmth spread throughout zo’s heart as she was placed down and turned to face the first person to ever really have her back. “i hate her,” she scoffed through broken breaths. “this is me. i guess you just don’t know me anymore,” a lie, and while she liked to think she was tough, zo knew she couldn’t lie to him, of all people. “he was flirting with sterling and lj thought it was funny.” zoe wasn’t normally someone who liked to show emotion, but tequila had a funny way of changing things. “i miss him,” her eyes wide and cast down. “and he can’t even look at me.”