Devi

˙ ˖ ✶ Devi

"Exactly, like why wouldn't the two hottest people in New York city not have a life changing experience? What's more surprising is that we're here." Kit giggled thinking of how the fates had played their hand and somehow managed to put these two in the same place in this...let's call it an event. "Your mind is a dark place, and I kind of love it. He would probably caress my cheek with the puppets hand." At this he couldn't help but laugh at the mere image and scenario that was now playing in his head. "I know, time is truly just an illusion cause I still feel like I'm in my mid 20's and not about to be 30 years old." Nodding at the prospect of finally understanding what J-Lo's aforementioned and mysterious orange drink was, he was excited to make a new friend out of this horrible experience. "I'll let you handle it, last time I flirted with a straight man he wanted to elope."

Devi wasn't a huge horror fan, however, she had enough knowledge to catch the other's reference and laughed at it. "The worst part is that I could see something along those lines happening." She was perhaps being overdramatic, but she was sure the other dodged a bullet either way. "Oh my god, or like he continued to talk to you through the puppet while you guys were hooking up." She shuddered. Yeah, the duo was definitely getting out of here before the puppet man or anyone else could stop them for yet another encounter neither one of them wanted to be in. "I completely forgot about that. I was thinking this year was flying by, but looking back that whole thing feels like ages ago." She supposed time was just strange like that, sometimes feeling like there was never enough of it and other times dragging on at a snail's pace. "That would be something though. Maybe we could even figure out what orange drink she was even talking about." Maybe the night wasn't so bad now she had an entertaining companion. "I don't think we'll have to, but I'm not above batting my eyes to get some extra."

˙ ˖ ✶ Teddy

"Oh I know," Kit giggled, his eyes never leaving Teddy as he wondered what could've driven his friend here. The author had lost count just how many times they've spent the night together this month, their casual fling was becoming a more prominent thing which could only mean one thing. Teddy was running. Something in their life had recently turned sour and this was the solace they needed to forget. Teddy's visits had been helping Kit push back those thoughts of not being wanted, of feeling that his entire life he'd just always be a second choice or a consolation price.

Kit had always been the type to remember the people he loved when he was out and about. Pick out things that reminded him of them, or things they mentioned they liked at a certain point. No matter the circumstance he'd always come with some sort of gift as if it was nothing. Concert tickets and hotel stays when a friend mentioned an artist having a tour but nowhere near them. Putting their friend on a fashion show because the spoke about having dreams about being a model. No matter how big or how small he'd always try. So getting the ointment for Teddy was just natural, healing those bruised hands so they could keep on creating more music. Kit loved every part of Teddy that the other would let him seen, even the unseen, the gritty things lying right below the surface.

As the tension in the room rose to a fever pitch, his hands flew towards Teddy's arms, pulling them towards him as he turned the other around. "Hey, you're okay babe." he spoke softly, pressing a little kiss on Teddy's temple. "Let me help you not be bored then,"

teddy huffed out a laugh, shoulder lifting in a shrug at the words. ❝ i take that as a compliment, you know, ❞ they replied, eyes following him as he disappeared into the bathroom. incorrigible, reckless, stupid, impulsive, hedonistic; these were all descriptors they'd become all too familiar with, but they'd been called much worse. in fact, they typically embraced these adjectives as though the words were a part of them, though they doubted that kit meant it as an insult, anyway.

green hues watched as he reappeared, pressing a small tube into their chest, the force of it shoving them back a step. they let the neosporin drop into their palm, looking at it for a moment as they tried to parse out how they felt about it. it wasn't like teddy didn't care for their own wounds; the action was almost second nature at this point, given they'd been playing the drums for roughly half their life. still, there was something almost touching about the gesture, the idea that kit went out of his way to pick something like this up for them to use while they were here. they didn't think they were even here that much, but they supposed these visits had grown more frequent over the course of the last year; even more in the last month or so.

suddenly the blond was overcome with emotion, the reason for their drop in forgotten nearly completely as their hand closed around the medicine. they turned away from him, his knowing expression that would almost certainly morph into real concern that teddy felt they didn't deserve. ❝ uh - ❞ they started, grasping for an excuse to get as far away from here as possible. the bravado and joking tone was gone now, palms coming up to dig into their eyes. ❝ nothing, really. i was just bored, kit. honestly. ❞

˙ ˖ ✶ Violet

"Oh, that's not...You know what honestly, you could easily turn that into a hypothetical not so subtle statement about how the patriarchy believes it has ownership of female bodies." Kit mentioned quickly finding an excuse to make that sort of thing work if Violet ever found herself in that situation again. "Thank you, and I do think your little cootie cat on the cheek was definitely cute, but it's a good thing that didn't happen today. Honestly, face painting can never be a bad idea, I'm pretty sure a hot star wars nerd is gonna ask me out now."

"Very true. I feel like the last time I got my face painted was in college. I lost a competition and had to get a vagina with a top hat and a mustache on my cheek. Honestly it was a cute look." Violet mused, trying not to move her face too much while she was being worked on. "Oh I love it! You look adorable I doubt anyone would even get mad. I love Star Wars so I especially like it. This was a good idea."

˙ ˖ ✶ Ana

"Alexa, play Banana by Anita." Kit said off to the side to particularly nobody but laughed at his friend. "I am well aware, miss hacker woman. You do realize I am filthy rich and I could fly us out somewhere? All you have to do is ask. Like yes I have a roommate but it's because I hate living alone. Ugh, how dare we not be at the Hamptons, we could totally reenact the movie white chicks, and find love there, whilst also stopping a crime."

"You should know by now that I am definitely bananas. How is that even a question?" Her nose wrinkled up for a moment and she shook her head. "Why are we not somewhere nice? Because we live in the real world and in this real world, this is where I live and the only option we have." She huffed. "Sorry I'm not rich enough to take you out to the Hamptons every time." The sarcasm was quite clear.

˙ ˖ ✶ Miguel

"Around 5:30," Kit answered as he showed the man his phone. "Yeah here," he said handing him a portable battery pack after rummaging through his bag. "I never leave the apartment without at least three of those because otherwise I'd get yelled at." As an author with a popular series he's always getting calls about scheduling interviews offers to make his series into a show, and his best friends always needed to have access to being able to call him otherwise they'd think he'd gone on a bender. "I'm guessing you were dragged here."

STATUS: closed for @kitsantoss / @florianjace / @lakeywinters (whichever muse you prefer)

LOCATION: Blue Note's Rest Zone

Miguel wasn't much of a jazz fan, however, Blue Note's rest zone had a quieter atmosphere than most areas in the festival as well as AC. Sure, he could've gone home at any point in time, but he seemed determined to stick it out for a certain amount of time as if to have an excuse for declining to go out the next time someone asked him to. Something along the lines of 'I was out all last weekend, so I should really stay in and take care of some things around my place' sounded good enough to him. Speaking of time, he pull out his phone to check it, only to find that it had died at some point (probably due to checking it numerous times). He lifted his head to stare at the ceiling for a moment before turning to the nearest person. "Hey, you don't happen to know what time it is, or better yet, have a charger I can borrow for a moment?"