#also no need to match length was jst Setting the Scene

[lcofowler]

Flowery sunhat resting on his head, Leo was sucking down a rather fruity cocktail out of a pineapple glass, curly straw and all really setting the mood. After a day of touring around the Californian atmosphere in a somewhat desperate attempt to find a place that was hiring, Leo had somehow managed to befriend a band that’d been playing along the boardwalk. Of course, he wasn’t about to say no when they insisted on heading back to his for a party when they heard he lived along the beach - somehow, a group of four eventually turned into at least 20, strangers surrounding him and making him wonder idly if maybe he should’ve warned his roommates of the impromptu party, “Oh, hey!” he spluttered when he saw a familiar face, tripping over his own feet clumsily as he approached them - apparently, he was drunker than he thought, “You ever meet a fire-breather before? There’s one here somewhere - they’re totally nice, gave me a pill for free. When’d you get here?”

[cvastals]

“Whatcha think?” Holding her hand out to the person sat beside her, fingers dancing through the air - glancing at the freshly polished nails suddenly a feat. Lara had taken it upon herself to raid the host’s room - or maybe it was one of her roommates - while they were busy being with the guests of the party. Pink, yellow, and sparkled blue coated her nails, all different shades, some she’d tried to mix together. Poorly, if the state of the polish was anything to go by, mostly due to her intense state of intoxication - it was a miracle she could even see her designs, “I think the pink makes me look like a debutante, like... I come from old money or something. An heiress. I could totally see myself being an heiress, Paris Hilton style. Want some? I don’t mind doing your nails too, I’m really good.” @irvingstarters​

[lcofowler]

As embarrassing as it was, Leo was aware of the fact that he looked like an extra that just walked off the set of a slasher movie. The sunglasses that sat restlessly on the throbbing bridge of his nose made it hard to notice the shiner surrounding his still somewhat swollen left eye, but still managed to leave very little to the imagination. Two fresh cuts that still resplit at the slightest of smiles were found on the corners of his bottom lip and a butterfly stitch was in plain sight across the deepest cut that’d graced his browbone. At this point, it was hard to find anything resembling the previous peach tone Leo generally adorned, face a cocktail of blue’s, purples, some greens and yellows where Felix’s punches had grown sloppy. Leo looked gross, and while he kinda loved it, the fact that practically the entire campus knew how he got to look like this was merely humiliating, “You can sit, y’know,” pointing to the empty seat across from him in the cafeteria when he recognized a familiar face stopping to do a double-take, Leo’s brow rose almost mockingly. It was uncharacteristic of him to be seen anywhere alone if he could help it, but the silence was actually a bit of a comfort these days, “It’s not contagious. You won’t wake up tomorrow with a broken nose and... blind or something. Though that’d be cool. Like, shitty but. Kinda cool, I think.”