#dyn; olive & roxy (that's my best friend)

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𝙊𝘾 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀 2024: 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘖𝘯𝘦: 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘈 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵!

The Halloween potluck isn’t happening this year but we still want to encourage interaction and giving. So, choose someone to give a treat! This could be an ask, an edit, some writing, or even a playlist.

happy belated halloween @myloveforhergoeson! you've already seen these manips lol but they are still some of my fave things i've made for rolive. hope you had fun with your halloweekend 🎃

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mighta found the one (but i need you too)

happy birthday @myloveforhergoeson !!! i hope 23 treats you so well (my favourite old lady)! here’s a continuation of our wag au. love you so dearly ❤️

Bachelorette parties were a completely foreign concept to Olive. Sure, she had seen videos on ClipClop of rowdy girls in their twenties coming home after a bachelorette, giggling about getting shitfaced. 

Or the opposite, women who stayed in with their friends and rewatched their favourite 90s romcom instead. 

But that wasn’t a true depiction of a bachelorette. At least she figured as much. 

Nonetheless, the Latina girl wasn’t sure what to expect when she pulled up to the nightclub that Roxy had sent her the address of. 

Olive got out of her Uber, thanking the driver quickly before walking over to the line. A group of teen girls came up behind her, and as they giggled over their fake IDs, she hoped to God that she was going to enjoy herself. 

Getting inside the club wasn’t hard, and as she looked around, she eventually found Roxy at the back in one of the sections. 

The brunette had her hair pulled up into two low hanging pigtails, and she was wearing a white halter top dress and a silver bomber jacket. 

“Olive!�� She called out and Olive smiled as she made her way over and up the stairs.

“Hey.” She said, enveloping Roxy in a hug. The other girl smelled like roses. Roxy grinned as she pulled away, her pigtails swishing under the dim light of the club. 

“I’m so glad that you came. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.” 

Olive smiled back. “Definitely.” Roxy began introducing her to the other girls who were there. Jo Taylor, the actress from New Town High, that supernatural show that Wren had forced Olive to spend a summer binge watching, Lucy Stone, the rockstar and Stephanie King, who was a director and filmmaker. 

They all chatted for a few minutes, Olive doing her best to get to know the girls. Lucy was working on a new album that was inspired by her move to Los Angeles in her teens, and Stephanie had a new horror movie in progress that was based on her own family history - apparently one of her great aunts had killed her husband back in the 1940s. 

It was interesting listening to them. Olive loved her job as a youth counselor but sometimes she missed getting to have a true creative outlet. She hadn’t written poetry in years, but listening to the others, she wondered if maybe she should get back into it. 

She probably could have spent forever ruminating on that, before Jo clapped her hands together. 

“Alright in honour of our girl Roxy, we are going to hit this club like it’s never been hit before ladies. Shots on me!” 

And with that, Olive was pulled out of her seat and down the stairs as the blonde marched over to the bartender. 

“10 shots of the worst tequila you got for all of us.” She said with a sickenly sweet smile, her southern North Carolina accent played up. 

Olive raised an eyebrow, as Jo spun back around to face her. The blonde had what could only be described as a game face on. “Ready to party?” 

“Yeah. Definitely.” 

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So apparently, Olive’s idea of partying was different from Roxy and her friends. Within 20 minutes of them guzzling down shots, Olive had found herself pulled onto the dance floor, Stephanie and Jo taking turns spinning her around and grinding against each other and her. Jo was a handsy drunk, and the glimmer in her eyes spoke of trouble. 

Nothing Olive couldn’t handle but still. Besides, honestly she was getting a little bit dizzy. 

As Where Them Girls At by David Guetta faded out, Olive brushed her hair off her shoulders, grateful that she had decided to wear a thinner cotton t-shirt. She could feel sweat dripping down her back and she grimaced. Her heart rate picked up. Olive could feel the tell tale signs of overstimulation starting to hit her. 

She needed out of this room and she needed it now. 

“You okay?” Stephanie asked over the music and people talking. Olive nodded. “I’m fine! Just need a moment to breathe outside. Excuse me.” 

She slipped off the dance floor, and into the hallway where the bathrooms were. Without the loud music blasting directly in her ears, she felt less like she was going to keel over. 

She pulled out her phone, checking the time. It was only 9PM. She’d only been in the club for forty minutes and she was already ready to go home. 

How the hell did she use to do this for hours with Saylor, Elisa and Noah in college? 

Shaking her head, she pulled up her and Logan’s text thread as a new notification popped up. 

hey gorgeous. you having fun? i miss you 

Olive snorted. Logan was clearly bored at home. She replied back swiftly. 

yeah. taken three shots so far. already feeling dizzy. when did i become a lightweight? 

Logan’s response made her laugh out loud. 

whenever you became a homebody. 

She replied with a middle finger and her phone began ringing a second later. 

“Ello?” 

“You want me to pick you up?” Logan asked, voice gruff from sleep. He was probably only awake because he wanted to check on her. Now that they weren’t in the playoffs, he was back to his regular job as a lab assistant, which meant his schedule was more regular. 

Olive shook her head before remembering that her boyfriend couldn’t see her. 

Her boyfriend’s voice instantly soothed her anxiety. Her stomach didn’t feel like it was going to explode anymore. 

“Nah. I’m having fun. I’ll probably be home by midnight.” She said, twisting a loose strand of hair around her finger. Logan hummed. 

“Want me to wait up?” 

Olive paused for a second before responding. “Nah. Just leave the key under the mat. I didn’t bring my apartment keys with me.” 

Logan snorted. “I told you to stop doing that.” He said teasingly, and Olive rolled her eyes at him. 

“Yeah well, I didn’t want to leave them at the club like I did the last time I went out.” 

Logan’s giggles were clear to her ears, even though the music from the club was still blasting. “Sure babe. I’ll see you in the morning. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” Olive replied. The line disconnected after a second and she sighed, brushing her bangs off her forehead. 

She steeled her shoulders back, before leaving the hallway and making her way to the bar. People were dancing, grinding against each other, and drinking with happy cheers. 

Lucy was still chatting with the bartender, and the two of them gave Olive a quick glance and smile before falling back into their conversation. 

Olive fiddled with a loose straw in a cup for a moment, zoning out before the feeling of someone’s clammy warm hands startled her. She turned around, ready to yell before she realized that it was Roxy. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” The brunette said, cheeks flushed. “I forgot that you’re not a touchy person. I was going to ask if you’ll take some pictures of me to send to James?” 

Olive raised an eyebrow. “What kind of pictures?” Honestly, she knew what Roxy meant, but making the other girl turn bright red in embarrassment was never not funny. 

“Oh my god. I don’t mean,” Roxy cut herself off, looking around as if she was doing something wrong before continuing, “nudes. He said he wanted to see my outfit.” 

Olive hummed under her breath, a smirk on her face. “I’m sure that’s all he wanted to see.” 

Roxy smacked her shoulder and Olive feigned being hurt. Roxy rolled her eyes goodnaturedly, and Olive snickered under her breath, pulling the other girl along with her. 

“Alright, Songbird. Let’s go take some pictures of you.” 

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Their impromptu photo session took them outside the club, the bouncer slipping red wristbands onto their wrists. 

“Don’t take these off or you can’t come back in.” He grumbled and Roxy, ever cheerful, grinned at him. 

“Will do, sir.” 

The brunette girl grabbed Olive’s hand and dragged her into a nearby 24 hour convience store. The teenage girl at the front looked at them for half a second before going back to her phone. 

“The lighting here is probably not much better than the club. But we’ll make do.” Roxy mumbled, as she handed Olive her phone. 

Olive hummed as she swiped into Roxy’s camera, quickly adjusting the exposure to compensate for the harsh fluorescent lighting of the store. Roxy fiddled with her hair and the skirt of her dress. 

“Do I look okay?” She asked. Olive looked at her, a genuine smile on her face. “You look great Rox. James isn’t going to know what hit him.” 

Their mini photoshoot commenced after that, Roxy leaning against the blank wall in the store, and Olive taking shots of her from every angle possible. 

Roxy grabbed a bag of O’Chippigans and used them as her prop, pretending that she had opened the bag and was eating them. 

Olive snickered. Her friend was so silly sometimes. She got up from the floor, handing Roxy her phone so the taller brunette could look through her camera roll. 

“These are perfect! Thanks Ollie.” Before she could say anything, she had an armful of Roxy. The other girl’s rose scented perfume enveloped her. Olive resisted the urge to take a deep breath in. 

“You’re welcome. But we should probably get out of here before the girl at the front yells at us.” Roxy’s eyes widened as she looked over Olive’s shoulder at the teen girl who was probably staring at them. 

“Yeah. Let’s go.” 

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The club was still full of loud music and energetic people when they walked back into it. Stephanie waved them over when she saw them. 

“Where the hell have you two been?” She asked, her midwestern accent slightly thicker from the alcohol. She sounded like Logan in the morning, Olive thought to herself before she replied. 

“We did an impromptu photo shoot for the bride here.” 

Stephanie snorted. “And you didn’t invite me?” She asked teasingly, and Roxy immediately began protesting. 

“I tried looking for you and I couldn’t!” 

Stephanie giggled, wrapping her arm around Roxy’s shoulder. “I know pipsqueak. It’s fine. You’ll make it up to me by letting me photograph the wedding.” 

Roxy grinned at her. “Of course Steph. Who else would we hire?” She turned to Olive who was watching the interaction with a confused smile. 

“On top of being a director extraordinaire, Stephanie is a wedding photographer in her free time. She photographed Kendall and Daisy’s wedding last year. It was gorgeous Ollie. I really wish you had been there.” 

Olive raised an eyebrow at Stephanie, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at the reminder that her and Logan hadn’t been together last year. “Wow. A working woman huh?” 

Stephanie grinned even wider. 

“I like to keep busy. Besides, the hockey community is so small. And y'all have a lot of weddings in the off season.” 

Stephanie pointed at Olive and Roxy. The latter blushed. 

“Not my fault the only time everybody is free is after March.” Roxy grumbled, and Olive snorted. “Perks of dating a professional hockey player.” 

Roxy’s face lit up at the reminder of her fiancé, and she began patting herself down like a crazy person. “Where’s my phone?” She asked and Olive laughed, pointing at the shorter girl’s small clutch bag. 

“In there. Why? You missing James?” She teased and Roxy pouted. “Yeah.” 

Jo popped back up, blonde hair now pulled back into a no nonsense ponytail. Her face was flushed, and she looked like she had just gone through a tornado. 

“Guys. I need a break. Is it possible to die from dancing too hard?” She said, and they all laughed. 

“I’ll stay on babysitting Jo duty.” Stephanie said, grabbing the blonde’s arm. Jo smiled at her, all dopely. 

Olive laughed. She had missed this. The feeling of hanging out with people and feeling their energies and presence. She loved working with her kids and teenagers but it was different. She was the adult in the room. The one who had to be serious. 

But here, this stupid LA club, she could be whoever she wanted to be. And right now, that meant dancing with her friends. 

She grabbed Roxy’s hand, shaking the other brunette girl out of her thoughts. A song by the old 2010s boy band, Brand New Day, came on. 

Olive grinned as the opening notes to Boyfriend started playing. “Come on! Dance with me!” She cried out and Roxy rolled her eyes before resting her bag and phone on the table where Stephanie was sitting. 

Olive dragged Roxy to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around the other girl’s neck just as the chorus hit. 

“I heard that you're looking for a boyfriend! I see that, gimme time, you know I'm gonna be there!” 

They screamed their lungs out as the music kept playing. Dancing together, bodies pressed against each other. At some point, Roxy’s hair ended up in Olive’s face, and she grinned as she pushed it out of the way, swaying the smaller girl side to side.

Yeah. This was the best night ever.

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btw everytime i think of roxy and olive my brain plays either mobile by avril lavigne or rainbow connection by kermit the frog @myloveforhergoeson