Hope This Was Fine!!! - Blog Posts

⠀⠀ overwhelming, but strangely addicting; it was impossible to count on one hand the many, many people that approached her tonight, similar words spilling from their lips with matched enthusiasm or skepticism ⏤ never an in-between. dime needed a nice break, a timeout for a few minutes. she orders the 12 grapes but not for the same reasons as everyone else, instead happily munching one by one on the fruit while watching the party with curious yet shaky eyes. the voice behind her makes her turn around, cheeks filled like a chipmunk storing food for the winter before an embarrassed hand covers her mouth. “ oh my god! hey! ” words muffled by the grapes, cheerfulness matched despite her vision squinting in an attempt to recognize them. it takes a good minute before dime remembers who this was. with a limp wrist, fingers point in their direction with a bounce, head in a slow nod before it clicks. “ sparky, right ? you're a-a new rodani member, ” dime hurries out, swallowing hard on the fruit to speak normally, “ name's dime. we're on the same crew. hopefully you heard good things about me. ”

TIME  :  LATE  NIGHT, WELL INTO THE PARTY. LOCATION  :  12WELVE, NYE PARTY. STATUS  :  ACCEPTING  REPLIES  ! ASSUME CONNECTIONS.

“  wait,  hello  !  ”  perhaps  that  wasn't  the  best  means  of  approach  to  someone  they  had  nearly  pile-driven  in  a  rush - hell bent on showing face at one of the hottest parties in town,  but  they  caught  willie  on  a  particularly  successful  day,  hence  the  chipper  attitude.  their  time  in  miami,  brief,  easily  debunked  that  all  too  specific  sparkle  that  they  continued  to  exude  -  always  the  optimist,  regardless  of  the  emotional  drainage  caused  by  a  service  shift.  “  i've  seen  you  before  —  ”  they  began,  knee-deep  in  recollection  to  even  touch  upon  the  impending  social  anxiety,  that  of  which  crept  upon  her  cheeks  with  a  fruitful  bloom.  “  not  here.  maybe  here,  but,  fuck,  you've  just  got  one  of  those  faces  on  ya',  you  know  ?  not  hittin'  on  you,  or  anythin'. no offense. —  it's  just  botherin'  the  shit  out  of  me that your name's escaped me.  ”