#* 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : greer & foster .

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𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱      :   greer    &    foster    (  @alrighties ) !

𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿:   5:43pm.

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:  the video store.

* ❪ ⛓️ ❫ ﹕ 𝗵𝗲'𝘀  𝗻𝗼𝘁  𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹   𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿  𝗴𝗼𝘁  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲   𝗼𝗳   vinyl   records from.  her   mother ?   maybe  it   was  making  a  comeback  in   school ? couldn't really keep up with the trends anymore,   stuck   between   the   morals   of   generation   z   &   the mindset   of   a   millenial. he   doesn't   opt   out   of   the   adventure   despite   the   hardship   it   proves,   with   most   video   stores   having   gone   out   of   business   since   the   rise   of   portable   players   &   apps   in   smartphones.   he   supports   her   little   microhobby   in   the   best   way   he   can,   stashing   away   her   ipod   for   the   time   she   was   bored   yet   again.   an   old   soul.   he   loved   her   bad.    darla's   letting   out   a   small   yip   as   the   doorbell   rings   overhead   to   signal   their   arrival,   wet   nose   lifting   &   sniffing   at   the   scent   of   packing   peanuts   that   sends   her   tail   thumping. chestnut   hues   roam   every   labeled   shelf   with   a   look   of   discouragement,   feeling   almost   shameful   at   his   lack   of   knowledge   for   a   culture   he   so   claimed   to   love:  speakers   that   had   been   modified   to   blow   out   the   bass   of   a   crooning   man   in   love,   baring his yearning   to   the   timbre   of   an   rnb   beat.   the   register   is   without   its   typical   cashier   to   aid,   &   that   only   furthers   the   doubt   that   manifests   itself   in   the   tight knuckle grip   on   her   leash.   greer's   clearing   his   throat   &   leaning   forward   on   the   counter,   searching   for   a   bell   to   ring   as   he   waits   patiently   for   them   to   return,   shades   pushed   up   from   the   crook   of   his   nose   &   sitting   on   onyx   curls   that   puff   into   spiked   curls.   ❛   hey,   i   brought   my   dog   in !    hope   that's   alright.   ❜  he   calls   out,   hoping   there   was   someone   on   shift   given   the   open   sign,  further   supported by   the   shuffle   of   feet   from   behind   a   door   that   read ' STAFF ONLY. '  ❛   i   can   tie   her   outside   if   it's   a   problem.   ❜  he   adds. darla isn't so much in agreement herself, head tilted as if she understood every word. a huff of indignation ( a normal breath of air if you weren't crazy ). digits reach down to rub behind powdered ears in silent apology.

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* ❪ ⛓️ ❫ ﹕ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀   𝗻𝗼𝘁   𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵   𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁   𝗰𝗮𝗻   𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿   𝗺𝗮𝗻,  but   this   was   definitely   a   first.   foremost   due   to   the   fact   that   neither   of   the   individuals   involved were him.   greer   immediately   understands   the   intensity   between   both   parties   as   they   exchange stares,   almost   apologetic   at   the   thought   of   interrupting   for something   that   could've   probably   waited   another   minute   or   two.    he's   surprised —  actually —  that   foster   had   even   come   out.   ❛ uh, yeah, ma' fault. ❜    he   tries,   making   space   for   the   woman   to   pass   with   what   little   room   there'd   been.   three   was   usually  never  a   crowd.  a   preference,   even,   but   the   glisten   of   sweat   that   trails   off   her   nape   makes   for   an   uncomfortable   heat  source.  darla's   producing   a   warning sound   akin   to   a   grumble   at   the   sudden   proximity   of   said   stranger.  a beat of silence. he repositions   himself again as she exits,   leaning   back   against   the   counter,   shirt   stretching   against his chest.   ❛ guess   she   couldn't   find   that   sweet   spot. ❜  he   interjects casually,   allowing   a   low   timbre   to  warm up the final portion.  two   men   talking   over   their   favorite   film   genre   if   someone   were   to   make   the   same  mistake by barging in.  dark   hues   follow   foster's  movement  toward   the   ground beneath him, lids at half mast as they linger.   a   syrupy smooth    expression   that   he   eases   into   with   a   lazy smile,   dimples   surfacing   with   a   penchant   to   please.    darla —    not   entirely   trustful   of   men   at   first   impression —    seems   to   have   a   change   of   heart,   bumping   her   fat   head   against   foster's   thigh   in   request   to continue as he stands.    ❛ nah,   i   didn't   even   know   you   worked   here. ❜  not   meant   to   come   out   so   rudely   but   he   cleans   it   up   with   a   transition   to   reason.  just like that, the heavy air dissipates. almost as if practiced.  ❛ here   for   my   daughter,   actually.   nour ?    the   little   one   i   was   with   for   halloween. ❜   greer's   suddenly   glad   she   isn't   here,   knowing   full   well   he'd   be   met   with   a   stinging   glare   for   the   description.   ❛ not   gonna   lie,   i   can't   keep   up   with   the   new   shit   they're   into.   or in this case, old shit. ❜    a   sixty   year   old  soul  trapped   in   a   twenty   eight   year   old body.   ❛ apparently   recuds'   are   makin   a   come   back ? ❜      a   slurred   accent   on  the word  'records'   that   sneaks   through   with   a   chuckle.     ❛ she   wants   a   recud' player,   an'   then   some   music   by   someone   named, ❜     he's   taking   a   crumpled   note   out   of   his   pocket.   a   scraggle   of   blue   pen   with   a   name   on   it   as   they   rushed   her   to   class.   ❛ oliver   rodriguez ?   ion   know. ❜     olivia   rodrigo.  but, close   enough.    

🎥 INT. STOCKROOM ⸻ A REALLY BORING AFTERNOON ﹕  the kind so pitifully dull that dumb compulsion could win just about any battle. but some credit must also be given to the boogeyman, how ennui could now easily devolve into some fucked up hedonism ; so many afraid that they could be next without having really lived their lives. but foster just didn't expect his indulgent impulses to be entertained by an older woman who came in to rent a vhs copy of dirty dancing ; going along with his flirtations, giving in to desire despite the ring on her finger. a dim fluorescent light overhead, his back pressed against a tower of unlabeled boxes, foster's gaze was transfixed on the woman in front of him, tracing the flushed hue of her cheeks and glistening of parted lips, marveling at the dazed lust that pooled in her irises, even the small involuntary movements — the rise and fall of shoulders as she drew breath, lashes quivering, breath shuddering around him — were filed away, catalogued inside his mind, an exercise in understanding the way desire bloomed and unfurled in terrible circumstances. there was something raw there, something so primal in this physicality that he just couldn't quite replicate emotionally. the room felt tighter now, pulsing with a heat rivaling the low thrum of bass bleeding through the walls from main store ⸻ but the air immediately shifted when that familiar voice drifted through the gap beneath the door, teasing at the corners of his attention like a damn hook. “ shit, ” said under his breath as he detangled himself from the woman's grasp, zipping up with a practiced tug. the stockroom's door creaked open, and foster stepped into the muted light of the store, his shirt wrinkled, hair a little too tousled, hands adjusting the buckle of his belt. “ didn't expect to see you here today, ” told greer with an awkward smile tugging on his lips as the woman slipped past him, watched her lazily wipe her lips before waving goodbye. foster paused for a few beats, listening to the soft tap of her heels fade, the bell above entrance chiming to signal the end of the encounter. a tired sigh escaped him before a grin found its way back to his lips. “ you've got terrible timing, y'know ? i didn't even get to fi— ” finish the sentence, too distracted by darla, immediately dropping down to rub pitbull's ears with practiced touch. “ guess you'll just have to make it up to me another time, ” foster chuckled, gaze lifting up to greer, voice giving way for a whine, bottom lip slightly pursed. he straightened back up to his full height, didn't want to annoy the dog too much, head canted with interest as he stared at the other man. “ so ... how can i help you today ? looking for something new, or is this just a social call ? ”