Cece

˙ ˖ ✶ Cece

"Singing? Cece have you gone loca? But obviously we need to do Holding out for a hero." Kit mused as he kept watching his friend peruse the music selection. This was definitely a much needed distraction from the fiasco of his love life, and Kit was just about ready to become a spinster and a hermit before Cece dragged him out here and out of his funk. He could always count on his best friends. "And yeah anybody could tell that movie raised you." he said teasing her lovingly. @chcmpagneprblms

starter: (specifically for @drvioletmetcalfe, @mvximized, @tctteredwings, & @kitsantoss) but also open to anyone else! @bhqextras location: Songbirds & Sangria Karaoke Tent

(this is a group starter, not a group thread!)

cece needed something like this. the woman had been feeling more established now in new york but work was starting to actually feel like...well a job, instead of just a fun thing she got to do with her favorite cousin, and a part of her was missing ricky just a little bit extra...so the festival filled with drinks, tents and good music couldn't have come at a more perfect time. she was currently buzzed, swaying and singing along as someone finished their rendition of a fleetwood mac classic, and she quickly turns to the other in excitement, eyes bright as she almost tips over her cup in excitement. "oooh, sing with me? you're singin' with me! what should we do?!" she gasps, grasping onto the mini book of selections that a worker hands her way. "i mean don't go breakin' my heart is a classic, of course, but there's also (i've had) the time of my life...oooh! or you're the one that i want!" she looks back over at them from where she's pointing at the line. "ya know, believe it or not that movie absolutely raised me."

˙ ˖ ✶ Danny

If not working you could usually find Kit pretty much anywhere on a night out. Tonight his wanderlust heart and his pushy friends had dragged him to a Karaoke night, and whilst he had a beautiful singing voice he wasn't really in the mood with the theme of the event. So in lieu of this he opted to simply taste all the decadent beverages this place had to offer. His lips kissed many glasses, but the buzz hadn't really set in as thanks to his younger selves shenanigans he'd grown a pretty high tolerance. As he meandered across the establishment he was met with another boy, a collision that spilled a drink all over his shirt. "Hey, do me a favor and take a breath." Kit giggled holding his hand up. "It's a mesh shirt, so nothing really got ruined at all, my body is a bit alcohol smelling now but if I go to a gay club tonight I'll just fit right in anyway." he said offering the other a smile. "So no harm no foul, but I will take another drink or maybe nachos if this place has them."

for: @kitsantoss where: 90s night @ songbirds and sangria

karaoke limited to the music of the 90s felt to daniel like someone had concocted the worst possible night out ever -- just for him. his least favourite decade for music ( excluding several of his dearest favourites ) and the obligation to sing in front of a crowd, which he had expertly avoided. blending into the background came in handy when he decided he'd been there long enough for leaving not to seem rude and accordingly made a beeline for the bar's exit. focused too much on staying upright ( he'd just learned the house sangria was lethal stuff ) and not being spotted, he walked smack-bang straight into another soul. "oh, shit." righting himself just before he could fall and wishing the ground would swallow him whole, danny offered an extremely apologetic smile and plainly mortified look offered to the other. "i'm so fuckin' sorry, man... are you good? can i buy you another drink or somethin'?" he swallowed thickly, mentally adding 'like a shirt to replace the one i've just ruined with alcohol' and cursing.

˙ ˖ ✶ 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. ❞

˙ ˖ ✶ Micah

Kit could never ascertain just how much time since his eyes decidedly glued themselves onto Micah. Studying his features as he admired just how sweet and charming they truly were. If he were much younger he'd have said the man looked like a prince from one of those fairy tales he read long ago.

"I'd say let him, Juliet seems to be enjoying the attention. She might be a bit of a diva, but I think Romeo might just be her new soft spot." Kit giggled as he watched how his pup eyed the other dog, going about meeting him and what could only be described as giving Romeo puppy kisses. "Romeo's quite the Casanova, has my Juliet charmed already,"

Kit took Micah's hands, but before he could process what Micah had just said he simply nodded and moved forward. "Sure, that sounds great, and honestly I'd never hear the end of it if Juliet were to be separated from Romeo right now. She'd cry for hours, she does the same when my roommate leaves." he grinned. "She loves people,"

"You know in all my walks with Juliet I've never come across you, and quite frankly, you're definitely someone I would've remembered." Kit mentioned forgetting how he was still holding onto Micah's hand.

there was no way to say what drew micah in more, the melodic giggle calling him close like a siren song or the sweet puppy’s name. quite literally the juliet to his romeo.

it almost embarrassed him now. like this stranger could see right through him, into the source of the red blood he bled. it was his mother who had offered him the deep connection to shakespeare, but micah was the one to take it. he tried to brush it off as a guilty pleasure. deep down, though, it was true: he was a romantic. just not a very good one.

still, micah responded first with a chuckle to show his appreciation for the coincidence. then he started, “of course it’s okay.” incapable of hiding his amusement as he went on, a wry grin graced his expression. “we just have to keep an eye on these star-crossed lovers. romeo can get a bit carried away.” he gave the leash some slack and romeo stepped forward, then rested on all fours to get to juliet’s level, allowing her to initiate the inspection. it is something micah is quite proud of his dog for learning; their way of showing smaller dogs he’s harmless.

“i’m micah. i never remember mine,” he replied, leaning forward and offering kit his hand to shake. then after a glancing at the pair of wagging tails, he tells him, “we’re heading over to the park, if you wanna join us.”