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DYINGNWSHES

 IT WAS A USUAL THING to see the blonde at the bar , club , or anywhere that fun was told to be .  tonight - it was going to be the bar.    jane spent most of her nights with alcohol .    just something to numb the pain that  was her life .     she needed it after all she had been through .  it helped her keep being herself .  plus ,  it helped her have even more fun .  jane didn’t see any problems with it .  the blonde was now on her third glass of wine  ( she was still classy )  .  she took in the comfort of being on her own for the time being .  it wouldn’t last - since she was afraid to be ALONE .  her eyes scanned around to then spot someone .   ❛   HEY !   join me ?  I swear i’ll make it a night you won’t forget .  ❜ persuading the person she had made eye-contact with ,  a soft  real  smile given to them .    

LOCATION: SHARP SHOOTERS BAR & POOL. INFO: JANE CARTER IS AVOIDING THE ISSUES SHE HAS WITH ALCOHOL AND THE COMPANY OF YOUR MUSE . IT SHOULD BE A FUN NIGHT FOR THE BOTH OF THEM.

      ‘   don’t make promises you can’t keep.   ’ he chastises thought his smile’s in full bloom - hopping upon the bar stool and peeking at her choice of alcohol. ‘   get enough alcohol in me and i can forget anything.   ’ he says it as though it’s a point of pride. to be fair, blackouts were more reserved for the rambunctious years of his youth, he tries not to tempt the reaper on the regular, see he’s still got a lot to live for. ‘    as classy as ever, miss carter.    ’ and it’s not long ‘til he’s snatching the glass away, large hands curled around the stem of the glass, giving it a swish to keep up the pretence that he knows what the fuck he’s talking about. ‘   ah yes, floral notes. aromas of, is that cherry ? i’ll have to try just to make sure.    ’ a swig is taken, and the glass is set neatly on the tabletop once more. ‘   thanks.   ’

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SARPELUI

❛   AW come on man —– ❜ he starts his wayward gamble, a slight waver on his feet as he pushes himself from the wall , a roll of his eyes , hell even the normal tightness in his gait had turned loose and unhinged in the mere three steps taken.  ❛   you gotta have somethin’ for the adults playin’ too, don’t you ?  ❜   and god no he doesn’t mean anything X RATED, pee wee herman taught the world a valuable lesson, didn’t he?  ❛   depends  —-   you gonna call the cops?  ❜

     his grin bears teeth, and it could almost be threatening if he weren’t all bark without the bite. ‘    well, let’s see. what you into, mister ?   ’ it’s his favourite game, people are easier to read when their taste of film is on display. ‘   halloween.    ’ he deduces before the other can answer. ‘    ‘cos everyone loves a little bit of violence, ain’t that right ? a little bit of masked murder to get ya mind off the real issues.   ’ a short chuckle is elicited, oh the irony. ‘   you gonna buy a ticket ?   ’ an empty threat, coated with saccharine smile.

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CVMILLAS

HANDS CAN BE FOUND TWISTING AND TWIRLING THE DARK THREADS TOGETHER.    vision swims as reality and something far more blissful threaten to pull her in ………. but for now : focus retained.     she’s braiding her hair, silken and raven as she twists.    “ you’d look so fabulous in the dress frances, please, you have to… try.. it. ”   she slurs. ( only slightly - mind trained )     “ we can start slow. i have a few black. nude. brown. it doesn’t have to be that one. you’re going to look incredible…… ”   camilla the soiled barbie herself — apparently having her fun with girl time.  *  @spottedtrains ft. frances 

      dark tones are cast down upon the dress, fingers swimming in the pool of silken fabric. it’s beautiful, really it is. she holds it up to the mirror, attempts to envision herself in it and it starts the gentle patter of her heart and pulls at her lips. she’d look like a princess, and maybe, just maybe, she’d look like how camilla always does - ethereal and angelic. the dress falls back into her lap once more, her gaze fixated to the one in the mirror, not of her, but camilla. ‘   i’ll try it.   ’ she promises, a soft smile gracing her lips. when she’s able to produce one, it’s always tinted with solemnity, a type of grief. for what, she’s not sure. ‘   this is fun, isn’t it ? getting dressed up like this.   ’

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ANGCLICALS

LEO LISTENED WITH raised eyebrows, unsure of how to take the other’s lack of words. but then she keeps talking, eyes on him and it only serves to confuse him even more. ❝ aren’t you a ray of fucking sunshine. ❞ he snorted, looking away from her and bringing his beer back to his lips— buying himself some time, trying to come up with the appropriate response to her words. was it an accusation ? he wasn’t sure. ❝ thank your grandmother for me, next time you see her. ❞ leonardo finally spoke. ❝ life’s not that black and white, you know. it may feel, sometimes, that it doesn’t matter. it does; even if the changes aren’t as clear as you’d hope for. ❞ he shrugged. ❝ but then again, maybe it doesn’t. fuck everyone else, right ? as long as you get to sit on your ass and turn a blind eye to the shitshow that is this town, who gives a fuck if you even tried making the world a better place. ❞

     ‘   that’s me.   ’ she says dryly. she doesn’t mean to be this way but she never learned the art of rapport, casual banter, the knack for witty quips imbued with levity. she only knows blunt truths and a patience that stops her from speaking more often than not. always in fear of saying something that could be easily turned against her. she’s already without the upper-hand, she doesn’t need her words to implicate her further. ‘   sure.   ’ it’s a simple request, and she will - she’s certain her grandmother will be more than thrilled upon hearing that frances had a conversation with the ex-mayor of valdez. she sips at the hard liquor, feels the warmth slide down her throat, the bitterness a long lost acquaintance. she can appreciate the crassness of his tone, in his use of expletives - she doesn’t know if he does care, but it makes it as though he could. ‘   so which one is it ?   ’ she asks with sincerity. ‘   to care or not to care.   ’ a bad riff on shakespearean play she’s never read. she shakes her head slowly, weary with fatigue.

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SARPELUI

the other looked somehow more fucked up than he did.  good ol’ bobby callagan, been runnin’ this theater for , well , the truth is that gio wasn’t sure how long it had been. it didn’t matter though, not when they were two fucked up individuals just looking to fall on their faces.  ❛   thanks   ❜ but the word came out in a half mumble through the cigarette perched between his lips, he had to be careful after all , FIRE wasn’t something to fuck with. once he leaned back, cigarette lit between his lips he nodded in thanks before responding to the more… important question,  ❛   maybe soon enough, why? you got somethin’ cookin’ in there? ❜

       he does this half sort of salute thing like a drunkard military man, an action that’s meant to convey the same meaning as no problem. he shakes it off, the residue of the previous night - he’s good at it. an affinity for mental games, challenging himself that all of life’s solutions are autonomous. a fancy way of saying everything can be solved with the mindset of well, mind over matter ( and maybe a couple of joints ). ‘   but of course, we got that green christmas-stealing motherfucker. ’  he’s nodding emphatically, he has yet to actually see the film. ‘   it’s a hit with the kids.   ’ nods turn to shakes and he’s obnoxiously wagging his finger at the other. ‘ hey isn’t there some LAW about loitering ?   ’ truthfully, he doesn’t give a shit, it’s american soil as free as any, the dude could take a massive dump on it and he still wouldn’t care, but gosh does he like to tease.

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FVKVALARIE

Valarie heart felt so relieved to see her friend. She could finally breathe. But, she couldn’t move, she just watched her pick up the broken pieces. Valarie is aware of Frances’ involvement with the Savages. It hurts, but it never stopped her from loving her. Tears started streaming down her face. Her throat was closing up, she couldn’t gulp down. Val fell onto her knees, stopping her friend from picking up the flowers.  “Frances.” Her voiced croaked, she was falling apart, she just couldn’t keep being brave anymore. She paused, taking a deep breath, “Frances,” she repeated again. Valarie wrapped her arms around her friend’s neck. She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, resting her chin on her shoulders, “ I thought I would never see you again.” She cried out, holding her tighter.

       she melts immediately, within her touch, even more upon hearing the way her name sounds so frail, delicate, falling from her lips. she’s not much for support, but she’s here - and maybe, for once, that can be enough. togetherness is powerful for souls as soft as those who embrace each other now. she bites back tears, if she starts she won’t stop and between the two of them they need all the strength they can muster. she pulls her close, as eyes drift shut and the love she holds for valarie crawls up her spine, and down her fingertips. she feels it with every part of her, and when she can’t bear it any longer, she pulls away. she rests her forehead against hers, and breathes - but it’s with no reprieve that she does, suffocating with grief for those not yet gone. for those trapped and for those who fall victim. ‘   oh val.   ’ she whispers. ‘   don’t cry.   ’

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CFMYSTERY

her head ringing from the drinks she’d consumed the night before, naomi stepped out into the street. the sounds of the traffic did little to dull the pain as she fumbled in her handbag for a pack of cigarettes. placing one delicately between her lips, she brought the lighter to the end of her smoke… but there was no fire. 

a couple more clicks of the lighter and she groaned, letting out an exasperated “fuck.” spotting a figure out of the corner of her eye, she waved her hand as a gesture for them to come over. “please, please, please tell me you have a light on you. or even some fuckin’ matches.”

     he’s terribly hungover, or perhaps he’s still drunk - see it’s all cyclical. no breaks in the circle means no beginning and no end, especially when sobriety’s been more than arms length away for what feels like months. at least. he’s stood outside the theatre, his most precious love, the longest relationship he’s ever had. he slurps at the extra large soda, before sauntering over. 

    ‘   s’pose i’m your knight in shining armour.   ’ he processes his own words. ‘   without the shining armour.   ’ eyes squint and his head tilts just a touch. ‘   or the knighthood.   ’ a small pout forms on thin lips, but he makes up for less than suave introduction by producing a lighter from the depths of jacket pockets. ‘   catch.   ’ he says when the lighters already flying through the air.

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ANGCLICALS

LEO KNEW HE should not be drinking. it was hard for him to control himself once he got started, and with little blaise counting on him to go back home, leonardo couldn’t afford the week-long benders he once allowed himself to indulge on. still, he needed a fucking drink. badly. so he sits at the bar, cold pint of beer in hand, regret feeling his stomach. ❝ did you see what happened to that poor woman at the ball the other night ? ❞ he asked, turning around on his seat to look at the person sitting next to him, his words slightly slurred. ❝ if i was still running this city none of this shit would be happening, i can tell you that. ❞

      hands cradle a whisky on the rocks, unfettered attentions on the array of bottles that line the shelves of the bar. she counts them, over and over, one, two, three. something to do, when she feels like doing nothing at all. ‘   heard about it, yeah.  ’ there’s a momentary lag before she looks over. she’s not about to pour her heart out, she’s scared that one day she’ll cry and that’ll be the last time she ever does - she doesn’t want that, so she has to be careful. chocolate hues flicker over his features. ‘   my grandma voted for you.   ’ she mentions offhandedly, before sitting up slightly. ‘   i didn’t. i didn’t vote for anyone. thought it didn’t matter.   ’ she brings the glass to her lips, cocks her head slightly. ‘   i was right.   ’

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FVKVALARIE

The hospital reminded her how much she loved working there, but hated being the patient. Not too long ago, her boss came in to tell her that she still had a job after therapy, but had to be on desk duty until further notice. Apart of her knew that was going to happen, but that’s not what she wanted to hear at that moment.

The tears started gathering in her eyes, and she could feel her blood boil with anger. With her good hand, she grabbed the vase and threw it on the floor. For a moment she glared at the broken glass and the flowers scattered all over the floor. She could feel her body calming down from her wild emotions. Feeling guilty, immediately, she bent down to pick up the poor lilies from the floor. She felt a presences at the door, and she stopped and stood up to face them, “ If your here to bring me flowers, trust me when I say I have enough for my actual funeral.”

      she lingers at the door hesitantly, dark tones studying the displaced lilies that look lifeless, and not because their home has been shattered. it’s like they’ve always looked like that. it’s easier, to focus on the pieces rather than whole, the objects rather than the people. it hurts less and it makes her feel less culpable. but the lion’s head etched on the back of her left shoulder betrays her wish to be guileless, she’s a part of it too. they all are.

    ‘   no flowers.   ’ she promises, her voice hoarse perhaps from the night of wracked sobs. in fact, she didn’t bring anything, no card, no chocolates. she holds onto the straps of her bag tightly, worn leather handles the subject of a grip that won’t falter. she doesn’t know how to continue the conversation, she wants to spare her friend of redundancies. frances’ knows - that she’s not okay, that she won’t be for a while. to ask her how she was would be positively cruel. apologies would fare far worse, excuses futile. so, she brings the dustbin closer towards the destruction, and starts to carefully pick up the shards of glass. 

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BLOODIEDKNCKLS

    ↬  she sits quietly at the bar in the comfort diner, her first outing into neutral territory in a few weeks.    those that know natalia know you only leave cobra territory when she’s looking to cause trouble ; today, as everyday, it’s aimed at her rival gang.    gently, she sips her coffee and takes a look around, her thoughts with the innocent civilian sitting in the hospital because the savages were too unorganized to hit their intended target.   she clears her throat as her eyes turn to the person next to her, narrowing.    “  the diner is empty.    is there a reason you decided to sit right next to me? ”

      ‘   protection.   ’ he states with a plausible sincerity. thought it’s betrayed by a grin that never falters, it’s why he’d never make a career out of stand-up comedy. taking the piss, out of anything and everything, it’s the only thing he can do with unanimous consistency. he leans back in the booth, eyes fixated on the spinning fan, and flickering yellow light. ‘   i read this article. ‘bout a dude in iraq. said that life became a traumatic universe after he came back from war. said shit like the ceiling fans became helicopters and car exhausts were like mustard gas. got me thinking, valdez is kinda like that. traumatic.   ’   he sits up, a wistful smile leaving his lips. ‘   i fucking love it.   ’

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SARPELUI

the CITY was burning in the most proverbial way. the cops, all soaking in petran’s payroll scrambled at his commands to snatch the two lionheads off the streets before anymore innocents got hurt but now? THEY were free and his orders were to keep watch, make sure that the streets didn’t become a stomping ground for savages against civilians. like any good soldier, whether overseas or on his home turf, he obeyed, standing outside VALDEZ CINEMAS, searching through  his leather jacket for a lighter, only to find one empty book of matches before turning to someone passing by,  ❛  hey, listen - you got a light? ‘m out of fuckin’ matches.  ❜

      he stumbles outside, balance taking a moment to catch up to his steps. he’s feeling a touch nauseous, but it’s nothing he can’t handle -- -- just a byproduct of his totally radical lifestyle. ‘   huh ? oh yeah man, yeah. here.   ’ he pulls a lighter from the breast pocket of his collared shirt, he’s been making an effort to appear the part, look smart. it doesn’t help that his gaze is directed away from the voice at first, pivoting quickly on his heel to realign himself. slumping against the wall, his thumb brushes against the wheel of the lighter, the flame held patiently before the stranger. ‘   you planning on coming inside ?   ’ 

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THORWALDHQ

“If I had a dollar every time I saw two people leave this party together…” Claire said with a chuckle before she shook her head, bringing her champagne glass to her lips, “I could own everyone’s ass in here.” She leaned against a wall, tilting her head back as she let the bubbly substance fall down her throat.

      ‘   it’s the whole masquerade thing.   ’ he remarks, a glazed gaze overlooking the mingling strangers. ‘   a quickie without the guilt you know ? none of that cobras, savages shit ... tonight there’s only one race ! the masked race !   ’ ah, fuck - the joke barely even lands for himself. he salutes his glass, champagne spilling over the edge in attempted distraction. ‘   cheers. to fucking !   ’  

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BATTLEBRCD

she can almost  see  the decision-making process going through the motions beneath that pretty head of hair,  and it’s only when the contents are questioned that nina speaks again.  ❛  uh-uh,  ❜   the wagging of her finger in a scolding motion is somewhat obstructed by the glass in her hand,  and nina simply shrugs,  an almost  innocent  look to her eyes as she extends both hands out,  allowing the other woman to take her pick.    ❛  if i were to  tell you,  it wouldn’t be as  fun.  ❜   she raises one glass  almost  to her lips as if to sip from it,  before lowering it and following suit with the  other.    ❛  c’mon,  gotta pick  one  ——it’s part of the  game.  ❜ 

      she’s not good at games, in fact, she only knows she’s playing after she’s already lost. dark tones flicker over the glasses once more and accompanied by the enticing words she finds herself pointing to one. an arbitrary choice fuelled by her desire to wet her lips with something other than saliva. ‘   aren’t games supposed to be fun ?   ’ she quips, more bark than bite and who is she to deem the game as miserable if she’s only half-heartedly playing. ‘   i know. i should lighten up.   ’ she chastises herself before the stranger gets a chance to - and tries to produce a smile, but it’s futile, her lips barely mustering a quirk.

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BATTLEBRCD

❛  you  look  terrible.  ❜     it’s a simple observation.  she may be referencing tired circles that cling to the space beneath eyes,  an obvious wrinkle in what should be a stunning ensemble,  the look of overall  dread  at attending this event.  in any case,  nina has  —   what she believes is  —  the  solution.   from behind her back she produces two champagne flutes,  a grin beginning to spread across her lips.     ❛  this  will fix it.   ❜     before  one can be snatched from her grasp,  laughter bubbles up from where its been kept at bay thus far,  and she wiggles the glasses a bit,  a mischievous look in her eye.     ❛  uh-uh-uh——  ❜     leaning closer with a whisper on her tongue,  she speaks so that an observer would need to  strain  to hear.     ❛  ——i should warn you,  i gave one of these a little  extra  kick  !  ❜  

    huh? she turns sharply to the source of the voice and the words ring dull against the mutterings of partygoers. she hasn’t gotten much sleep ( twelve hours just doesn’t do it anymore ), and her bones feel loose within her skin. ‘   oh.   ’ her response is muted, no semblance of anything can be eked from her features. her gaze wanders over the flutes, her parents never taught her to be wary of drinks from strangers. the hushed whisper that leaves the lips of the girl in disguise makes her shiver and the reveal incites a racing heart, anticipation and wonder. she hopes it’s poison, revelling in the thought of collapsing back into the earth. though she only has to think of her grandma’s sad eyes to feel the punch of guilt in her gut. it leaves her even more parched. ‘   what kind of kick ?   ’

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CORRUPTEDCROWN

DATELESS, BORED AND ISOLATED. this was NOT how sloane planned to spend her night. she was DEEP out of her comfort zone and the only thing she could see resolving this issue - besides LEAVING or taking another line - was ALCOHOL. making her way up to the bar, she gave the barman a SEDUCTIVE SMILE, resting her head in the palm of her hand. “FOUR SHOTS of tequila please, amore mio.” turning to the person beside her, she offered them an equally as ALLURING smirk. “two for you. let’s make tonight FUN.” before sliding them over the glasses.

      formal events exist in the limbo between the uncomfortable and radical - he can do them, but only to prove that he can. it’s why his back, which often falls into a perpetual hunch is straightened, and why he’s trying to lead with his chest as opposed to his toes. but once his figure reaches the bar, he’s slumping against it and craning his neck as if opulence has taken him for a wild ride and left him splattered against the sidewalk. he raises his hand, an attempt to foster attention with the maturity of a school kid, but a voice intercepts his pursuits. ‘   well i’m never one to deny a drink. if i ever do, put a bullet in my brain and shame me at my funeral for ever thinking sobriety was a valid option.   ’

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henlo heathens  !  it’s ur girl t(r)asha  ,  [ uh did u kno ( r ) = that symbol .. cos i didn’t .. wild ] back with her dumbasses . i was around for the Og™ rp but i made some changes to my charries so yeet  !  everything is under the cut and hmu if you’d like to plot  ,  i’m v excited to rp with everyone  !   i’m currently prepping to get on a train back to my hometown for reading week but if no one sits next to me i might fucc around ‘n rp a bit if not .. then i’ll be sticking to the im’s fhgjkhg <33

my son  !  bobby callaghan is his name - movies , reckless driving , drugs , and befriending murderers is his game  !  i have a bio HERE b/c i’m incapable of making intro posts that aren’t 100k bullet points long so in order to get away from that i’m just gonna put a few fun hc’s below  !

his actual name is robert , but that’s a disgusting boring name , for boring people and he’s not gonna be that ! he thinks he’s the coolest , the bee’s knees , the lead singer . in reality he’s not , more like the drummer and the bee’s ass .

he’s actually rly smart , but u wldn’t be able to tell b/c he acts like a crackhead ( mayhaps because he’s on crack ? hm ) . he had the grades to study any the stem subjects post high school and prolly wld’ve thrived , but he chose to study cinema .. truly , braver than the us marines .

speaking of , he’s the owner of the theatre and he loves with it his whole entire ( probably ) failing heart ! if cinema is dying he’ll go down with this ship mhm . his favorite genre is horror , then pornography .. he wrote his final thesis on the benefits of pushing porn into mainstream media so fite him ! his fave director is david cronenberg /: hit him with that body horror .. also i like to hc that ownership was like passed down from the old owner who retired and bobby probably worked as like an usher or manager or something before that !!

his dicc is struggling , mayhaps he should cool it with the drugs .

he’s well aware of the gangs , fuccs with them , no. 1 murder fanboy .

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

and they were roommates : listen they prolly have a kinda nice apartment which bobby makes disgusting , b/c he’s stinky . most definitely started a fire on the stove top multiple times , place always smells like weed , his room looks like urban outfitters on crack , always a movie playing in the bg ... fun ! 

movie skwad / film club : listen , ur chara like movies ? they in . if there’s a film club bobby can hosts screenings at the theatre .. also he screens a selection of weird finds every sunday after midnight ): it’ll be fun , they can all just chill , and discuss tarantino’s foot fetish .. 

co-workers / manager : i mean ig it’s kinda hard for someone to pick up this connection if they not a new charrie but i love being dumb so .. he’s probably at the theatre 25/8 but like ,, he’s not the most organized , he relies on his trusty staff and manager so , idk !

drug dealer : even tho he’s from colorado springs i’d like to think he got into drugs after a trip down to valdez , and then he kept goin to valdez and the rest is history .. they’d probably have  to be around the same age as hi m .. he’s a v loyal customer . maybe ur muse feels bad that he’s a right junkie .. maybe they don’t give a fucc ! they prolly v friendly tho : ) 

childhood friends :  listen to sticks ’n’ stones by jamie t , and give me a friendship based on that ? basically kids who just got into a bunch of shit together ,  mostly this iconic lyric : and rushed back to your momma’s flat , it’s the only place but home i feel relaxed enough to crap , i know it sounds crude , but there’s something to that . iconic .

wow ! look at my daughter go - even though frances barely ever smiles . sad . click HERE for the tragic backstory , because below’s just gonna be some smexy headcanons .. 

she loves electronic music and bad television .. she wouldn’t be able to tell you the name of the music ‘cos it’s always the stuff that plays at the club and she’s not technologically savvy enough to even know that shazam exist .. and she still uses like dvr , to record .. riverdale ? sweaty we wanna stan but .. 

dancing’s her only reprieve in this cold , dark world ): .. she spends any days off in a rented studio at the local gym , choreographing dance after dance , it’s her favourite thing . she’s entirely self-taught , youtube & free drop in classes .. truly a blessing . 

she’s painfully realistic , kinda blunt but in a rly awkward way ? she so conscientious of the way people receive her so she tries to be as direct as possible and it always comes off just so blank - she cares a lot, just doesn’t kno how to show it sometimes !

although she’s with the savages b/c she’s kinda indebted , she doesn’t rly feel that way ? girlie was rly depressed n it kinda gave her a purpose , though she does have guilt regarding her evading jail time .. b/c she thinks she deserves some kind of repercussion.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

college friends : she was literally in college for like a year .. barely .. but like maybe she found some friends ! who introduced her to the clubs ! gave her a lil bit of verve in life .. even if she spent the rest of the year drinking , clubbing and avoiding all academic responsibility .. 

someone to learn that awfully cringy riverdale dance : don’t ask me why i want this, i just do and it’s VALID ok ! c’mon cowards it’ll be fun . they’ll be laughin while they do the slut drop it’ll be booty-ful

childhood friends : she’s a valdez native so like, she went to school here and grew up here and all that good stuff . up for any dynamic , maybe they grew apart , maybe they’re still just as close ? anything !

grocery store pals : even though she doesn’t work there anymore, she had been working there since she was fourteen and worked there for abt a decade give or take so suffice to say she knows her grocery store peeps ! n shops there regularly so hmu :) 

lawyer : for when the thingy happened ! she probably has a strained relationship with them , grateful but also like .. shoulda just let me rot in jail kinda vibes !

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#candy is dandy but liquor is quicker