#* ˙ ˖✶⋆*°✧* ˙ ˖✶ ᵃ ᶠˡᵃᵛᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒⁿᵉʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵘⁿᵖᵒʷᵈᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶦʳ ( chats. )

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* ˙ ˖✶⋆*°✧* ˙ ˖✶ closed starter for @gluttcny

a couple of hours into the party, andi had begun to grow bored of the extravagance of it all. wandering eyes sifted and flickered about at the fluorescent lights and the almost spasmic movements of people dancing around them. rolling her eyes, andi grabbed onto finn’s wrist and moved closer so that he could hear her over the loud music ❛ do you want more shots ? i think you could use more shots ❜ she said. without even waiting for his response, andi was leading finn over to the bar ❛ two absinthe shots ❜ she called out to the bartender, her sour mood somewhat evident. 

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* ˙ ˖✶⋆*°✧* ˙ ˖✶ closed starter for @hayadhq

the last place andi expected to end up after that rampage of a party was new york city. yet, there she was surrounded by boxes of pizza from joe’s and bottles of her favourite white wine with a white faced nala sitting no more than a few feet away from her. andi glanced outside the huge window, eyes tracing bits and pieces of new york city’s endless skyline before letting her gaze flicker back to the blonde who’d brought her here ❛ as much as i adore the chaos of new york, ❜ she started, leaning forward and resting her chin on her knees as she tucked them against her chest ❛ i can’t enjoy my city without a radiant nala by my side ❜ she hummed, egging nala to open up to her. in any given conversation, andi was always the person who talked more, but she was more than content with just listening tonight. 

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* ˙ ˖✶⋆*°✧* ˙ ˖✶ closed starter for @loganbransgrove

a heavy sigh fell from andi’s parted lips as she grabbed onto the window sill, hoisting herself up and slipping through it into the dark and empty studio room ❛ come on ❜ she hummed to logan who was following right behind her, making his own way in. when he’d first picked her up at midnight, their plan was plain and simple: find some place, grab a bite to eat. however, when the first few restaurants had failed them, the westlake village gallery was the first place that came to mind. not that she minded, of course -- if she were going to take him anywhere under normal circumstances where they weren’t sneaking around, this place would’ve been her number one spot. while she wasn’t an artist herself, her safe place had always been galleries and art museums. so when she just so had insanely suggested that they try sneak into the gallery through the retro fire escape the building still had, finding an unlocked window was basically like being handed the key to the front door. 

she waited until logan was next to her to grab onto his hands, keeping her tone hushed ❛ i know this isn’t exactly the two am breakfast we planned for, but i might have something better in store, bransgrove ❜ andi’s eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness inside the museum, the only source of light being the one coming from the moon and the streetlights outside. stopping in front of a huge canvas with contemporary expressionism on it, andi traced her fingertips over the textured painting before glancing over at the boy next to her ❛ take a good look at this. this might be in the louvre one day ❜