#in desperate need of socialization and good beer and fries

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

✨ Survived the week, looking cute, gonna go drink beer and hear all about my friend’s new boyfriend 😌 ✨

[toxic-libra]

moth to a flame pt.1 - csb (m)

pairing: soobin x fem!reader word count: 17.5k genre: friends with benefits-ish (he helps her with dating tips and stuff), angst if u squint really hard, smut, fluffy, inspired a bit by moth to a flame - the weeknd warnings: 3rd person pov (as always), mentions of reader in love with another guy (haechan <3), slight fwb dynamic, mature content (fingering, blowjob, deep throat, a tiny suggestion of masturbation, unsurprisingly a mention of big dick!soobin) tagging: @once27, @pageriviera, @gyuzlover, @kookley77-blog, @sendhelpiloveyeonjun

[a/n]: part two here.

Y/N knew from the beginning that being shy would ruin her life. In her defence, she wasn’t a shy kid… Not at all – she had thousands of friends and was ever so bold, leading her close group if they needed that extrovert-hand. Her first teen years still thrived in her social butterfly skills. However, something changed mid to late teens, and she hid inside her shell to never see the light again…

Well, until she met Soobin during college.

They had similar personalities, all drawn to quietness, refined tastes and interests. Y/N still remembered the shock on her face when Soobin said he wasn’t joining their friends at the end-of-the-semester party, simply because he wasn’t in the mood.

Which guy in his early 20s would skip a party and be honest about the reason behind it?!

She decided, then, that he was probably worth of getting over her shyness and befriending.

And now, four years later, they were still going.

Which brought her to the current situation: Lee Donghyuck.

Handsome, extrovert and Soobin’s gamer friend.

They met at a PC Bang, and somehow, clicked. Soobin wasn’t exactly antisocial, but he was shy, reserved and more on the quiet side, so getting close to a loud guy like Donghyuck in such setting was a welcomed surprise. Y/N looked at it as a sign to get out of her shell again, too.

But wanting to do it and doing it were two different things.

[19:06] y/n: where tf r u at

[19:06] binbin🐰: well some of us have stuff to do

jk i just got in

gonna shower and meet u in 15

She couldn’t help but grin, waiting.

The door lock rang with the noise of a password being typed. Seconds later, she heard his shoes being thrown inside the shoe-rack. Then, in a heartbeat, she was met with Soobin’s tall frame. When he saw her, his face broke in a pleased smile, while he rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.

“Now, what the fuck are you doing here?” Soobin took off his jacket, dimples still in full display despite his slightly harsh tone. “Are you that impatient?”

“Beomgyu and Mimi were doing a horror movie session, so we’ll have to do ours here.” She mused uninterested, laying back on the sofa again. “When I got home, they were already there, so…”

“Alright.” He sighed, opening a bit of his button-up. “I’ll wash up and see you in a minute.”

Her attention travelled from his face to his hands, wondering why men normally looked so good undressing themselves. “I’ll be waiting.”

Because, honestly, what else she could do?

Unblocking her phone, she scrolled through TikTok for a while, trying to distract herself. Her girl friends had warned her not to do what she was about to, suggesting she downloaded Tinder and got things over with, but Y/N just preferred to die than to use dating apps… Especially when she had means to try to catch Donghyuck by natural ways.

As soon as Soobin took his seat next to her, hair still damp from the shower and smelling his usual scent of vanilla and warm hugs – if that shit ever made sense –, Y/N felt her heart racing with expectation. It was such a risqué move, but she was desperate.

Somehow, all those years without male attention (in a romantic way) and her unbearable shyness started piling out, and it just got too much.

“Fried chicken and beer.” He mused. “You think of everything, thanks.”

“It’s not me, we’ve decided it yesterday.” She shrugged. “Which one are we watching tonight? We have three options: Kimi no Na wa, good ol’ Inuyasha, and finish that borderline pornographic and weird Kakeguri. Or, and hear me out, or you could finally listen to me once and give Ao Haru Ride a chance.” Y/N tucked her hands in a praying sign.

“I listened to you with Tokyo Ghoul, but only season one was good.”

“It’s because you’re tasteless! And you didn’t even try the manga!”

“You complained about the end in both.” He chuckled.

“B-but it’s because I was there for the gore and Ayato! But Ishida-sensei turned him into a softie…”

“This coming from the girl that only watches shoujo or josei.”

“Well, it’s your loss. Yeonjunnie and I just finished season three of Shingeki no Kyojin, and he’ll assure you I my recommendations are top tier.” She crossed her arms.

“I’ll watch it if you watch Jujutsu with me.”

“Fuck off.” Y/N groaned.

Another chuckle, and his dimples made an appearance. “What’s ‘Kimi no Na wa’ about?”

“Beomgyu said it’s a movie, and it was mind-blowing. Since we have similar tastes, I put it on our list.” She handed him her phone. “But if you’re in the mood, we can always watch Shin-chan.”

Quickly reading the synopses, he shook his head. “I’ll trust you and Beomy again.”

Her smile was enough to make him not care if their choice was good or not.

Y/N had planned to introduce her problem during their anime-party, but as expected, she was so invested in the movie that it escaped her completely. By the end of the animation, she was nestled on her side of the sofa, holding back a sob, teary eyes burning with the need to weep. As the credits appeared on the screen, she looked at her best friend, and her lips quivered.

“Oh God, you too?” Her voice sounded choked.

He had a tear or two rolling down his face, eyes red and glinting. “This was…”

“So beautiful! So tragically beautiful!” She stroked his damp cheek, collecting a teardrop. “Can’t believe you really cried… Beomgyu will holler when he hears about this.”

“So don’t tell him!” He pouted. “Why are you holding back? Your eyes are teary, too.”

“You know I hate crying. However, it’s been a while since I felt so touched by a movie that I almost gave in.” She giggled shakily. “Well, that was amazing.”

“Want something sweet for comfort? I baked Nutella bread.”

“Were you planning on telling me this at some point or…?”

Grinning, Soobin got up and went to the kitchen. “Honestly, I was trying to keep it low, because I don’t want Beomgyu eating them all.” His voice was muffled by the distance. “However, I can make an exception for you.” Since Y/N disliked skinship or anything that made her look weak next to any living thing, throughout years of friendship, Soobin noticed she often used food as comfort.

“When did you bake them?”

“Yesterday.”

“Makes sense.” She chuckled, remembering Beomgyu slept at her apartment, which was on the floor above. “Did his stomping annoy you? He did it on purpose.”

“I barely noticed, I was gaming with the boys.”

Oh.

Her heart skipped a beat, tongue tingling with the unspoken question.

“What did you play? Did you win?”

“Overwatch, and yes, I did. I mean, we did.”

“Who did you play with?” She really hoped her voice was tinged with normal curiosity.

“That you’ve met? Yeonjun and Donghyuck… Beomy was out, as you know.”

“Hmm… Of course, you guys would win, my Yeonjunnie never loses!”

“He almost fucked things up, though.” Coming back with a huge plate, Soobin took his place next to her once again. “Luckily, I had his back. Here, take a bite.” He held the bread in front of her.

Steading his wrist, Y/N did as instructed, biting into the soft dough and being quickly hit by a Nutella explosion. She half-groaned, half-chuckled as the filling stained her chin. Wiping it out with her finger, she sucked the spread and moaned in delight.

“Fuck, Soobin, you get better every time!”

His adorable dimples were on display, and his eyes twinkled with satisfaction. “Right?”

There was a comfortable silence, each eating bread while the credits finished rolling.

Maybe that was the right time to ask him for the favour. Despite her best friends reasoning her not to mix business with pleasure, she just couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to. Also, if he rejected her, then she’d find something else, for sure. But, as for now, this was the best idea she came up with, and if one looked at it seriously, they’d understand it made perfect sense.

“So… I was thinking…” She started, licking her fingers clean.

“Please, don’t. It’s never good when you do!”

“Maybe when Beomgyu and I do it together, I admit, but when I do it alone…”

“And was this alone?” He cut her off, sceptical.

“Why, of course!” Y/N slapped his thigh. “Now, listen, I was thinking… About this guy… I have a crush on him, you know? And it’s been a while since it happened.”

“And?”

“And you’re friends with him... So, maybe if you could help me in this, I’ll be your slave for a week or something?! And by helping, I mean, act like a wingman and also teach me the things he likes, how to flirt with him, what to do when we finally get together, like… Intimate time and… It’d be like, for practice purpose, just so I build up enough confidence to grab his attention and ask him out.” Normally, when she was nervous, she’d start babbling nonsense. But that? That was a whole new level of nonsense. “No hard feelings if you don’t want to or anything. However, I’d really, really appreciate your guidance, because…”

“Stop! Stop!” His big hands waved next to his face, silencing her. “What the fuck are you on?!”

“I beg your pardon?” She frowned.

“Have you any idea of what came out of your mouth just now? Are you completely insane?” His eyes were wide, disbelief dripping in every word. “Y/N, I can’t j-just teach you stuff! This is something you don’t…” He paused, uncomfortable with the mere thought.

“What? If not you, then who? I don’t have a love life, Bin. I haven’t kissed a man in years!”

“I don’t know! Maybe Yeonjun? He’s sure more experienced and... H-he’s your darling dearest!”

“Are you insane?” It was her turn to ogle him as if he was an alien.

“Excuse me?”

“How can you even suggest that?!”

“Suggest what? Yeonjun?” Soobin rose to his full height, restless. “I don’t even know why we’re still on this topic; anyway, yes, he’s your favourite man on Earth, so just…”

“Precisely why he’s not even an option!” She cut him off. “How can you even suggest…!” She was baffled. “Oh my God, that’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard!”

“I don’t know if I should feel offended or relieved by your proposition, then.”

“No, no, no. You’re going about this in the wrong way!” Y/N groaned. “Yeonjun and I are like siblings, kindred spirits. The mere idea of being something other than it makes me feel weird.”

“But the idea of being intimate with me doesn’t? I’m not a kindred spirit to you too?!”

“It’s different.” She huffed, hesitating.

“Different how?”

“W-well, different! Different in a way you’re not a brother to me, but a best friend.” Y/N cringed at the words as they came out, knowing they didn’t sound like a compliment… But they were!

“God, you want me to help you with some guy, but somehow, I’m not even worth kindred spirit category?! You do have a way of making people feel special, Y/N.”

“Ugh, you’re making it sound like it’s a bad thing!”

“It is a bad thing, you lunatic woman!” Soobin shook his head, exasperated. “We’ll be risking our friendship, for fuck sakes! A boy and a girl can’t exactly remain friends after stuff like that.”

“Well, Yeonjunnie and I…”

“You didn’t ask Yeonjun this!”

“Well, if you don’t want to, you can just say it!”

“I just did!” He groaned, ruffling his hair again.

“Ok!” Y/N crossed her arms, pouting.

“Ok!” He mimicked her.

The silence, once comfortable, wasn’t like that anymore. She knew it could come to that result, but she really thought Soobin would say yes. Side-eyeing him, her heart clenched. They used to argue, for she was weirdly similar to Beomgyu in some ways (and he got in Soobin’s nerves often), but Y/N could never stay mad at him for too long.

“I was… It was… It was just an idea.” She relaxed her posture, offering the white flag first. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable… I was just desperate for a direction.”

Resting his head on the upholstered headboard, Soobin sighed, forcing his body to relax too. “I’m sorry I lost my temper.” He said. “Who is him, by the way?”

“D-Donghyuck.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s huge.” And he understood her crazy mind a bit more. “I can tell you what he likes, though.” He still stood firm against getting involved with her, but that much he could help.

“Can you?”

“I can’t promise it will work, but…” He shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter, I’d love to hear it!” She reached for him, tugging at his hand with a hopeful smile. “Any little thing you remember, I want to know them all.” Her thumb stroked his skin.

Upon feeling such unusual caress, Soobin looked from their joined hands to her face, lighted-up with a spark of adoration. How did it pass him that his best friend had a crush?! How could he be blind to such changes? Was he really so nonchalant towards others?

“How long has it been?”

“Pardon?”

“Your crush, how long has it been?”

“Almost two months.” It was the first time she blushed because of a real life guy in front of him, and Soobin found it unexpectedly fascinating. “Why?”

“I was wondering why I didn’t notice it before.”

“Well, I don’t exactly go around telling people about it, nor I’ve met Donghyuck enough times for you to pick up the way I become a mess near him.”

He grinned, finding that absurd. Y/N never became a mess near anyone; in fact, she rarely gave people more than three seconds of honest attention.

“You’re not gonna like this, but his favourite food at the moment is jangeo-gui.” His smile grew at her disgusted face. “Better start appreciating eels if you wanna make him happy.”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing, but urged him to keep going.

A week later

In that boring Thursday night, Beomgyu arrived with yet another huge bowl of sweets – this time, matcha and white chocolate cookies.

“It’s out of hand! Someone has to intervene!” He whined, giving it to Y/N. “It’s your favourite.”

“I’m not really into cookies, though.”

“But you love matcha and white chocolate, so wipe this out of Earth, please. I can’t stand looking at desserts anymore!” He pouted. “Soobin is so annoying! Why is he doing this to me?”

“Pretty sure you’re not his target in anything, Beomy, but go off I guess.” Mimi chuckled.

“Then why is he baking sweets non-stop?! He knows how much I like eating them.”

“Maybe he has a lot on his mind, you know he does that when he’s thinking.” His girlfriend shrugged, eyeing Y/N. “Do you have anything to do with this or is it just a coincidence?”

“Me?” Y/N widened her eyes, faux surprise laced in her tone. “Why would I?!”

“I wonder.” Mimi quipped.

“Beomgyu!” Y/N turned to her friend.

“I can’t help, sorry.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“Yeonjunnie would!”

“Of course, he’s your darling dearest! I don’t even come in second, Soobin is there.”

“That’s not true!” She pouted. “You’re Mimi’s boyfriend, I couldn’t possibly put you in first! Besides, despite obvious reasons, you’re my favourite girl friend.”

“I hate her.” Beomgyu looked at Mimi. “I truly do.”

“How can you say that when we’re literally the same person?!” Y/N’s pout grew bigger. “Well, since I’m not cared for here, I’ll go to someone who-”

“Soobin’s not home. He went out with Yeonjun.” Beomgyu cut her off.

“Where to?”

Mimi raised an eyebrow at Y/N. The fact that she didn’t know Soobin’s schedule was enough for her to suppose the eldest one did ignore everyone’s warnings and went on with her crazy plan. And by Y/N’s intentional gaze on Beomgyu (avoiding hers), Mimi didn’t even need confirmation.

“A PC Bang. Actually, I’m quite late myself.”

“Are you going there too?”

“Nah, I’m staying home.” He stood up. “Got your things, babe?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Wait, you’re leaving too?”

“Yeah, I’ll sleep there.” Mimi agreed. “Enjoy your batch of cookies and stop messing with Soobin’s head. Haera said she’ll drop by to install our cabinet, so pay attention to the doorbell.”

“Ok.” Sighing, Y/N took a cookie. “I’ll be all alone and miserable because my friends either hate me or are too busy to hang out with me.”

Beomgyu’s giggle infuriated her, and she cursed Haena and Felicia for not living in the same building. At least, if Hae really showed up, she’d have company for dinner.

It was past eleven when Y/N’s front door opened. She was tucked on the sofa, the plate with 5 matcha cookies already empty, jokingly wallowing in pity for being left out, throat tight and eyes burning with the need to cry – not for the light-hearted drama she made, but for the anime movie she watched. If she wasn’t so intended in pretending to be mad at Beomgyu, she’d text him and recommend ‘5 Centimetres per Second’. It was always gut-wrenching to deal with open endings, and by reviews, this one wouldn’t be as optimistic as Kimi no Na wa’s. At this point, one would wonder: why did she keep watching sad movies if she didn’t want to cry or feel sad?

Obviously, she wanted to challenge herself and see until when she could take it.

Before the first teardrop could break through her resolve, the electronic door-lock rang, and she sat down, surprised. Pausing the movie, Y/N searched for her phone… Haena hadn’t called, but the seven missed calls from ‘Darling dearest’ and three from ‘Binbin’ warned her beforehand.

“Yeonjunnie?!” Whoever looked at her wide grin now could never guess she was about to cry milliseconds ago. Rushing towards the man, she hugged him tightly.

“Hi, darling.” Yeonjun kissed her head. “Watcha doing? Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I was watching a movie.” Y/N gestured to the living room. “Wanna come in?”

“We’re already in, but I just dropped by to see you for a bit. I’m heading home.”

“I’ll crash here, though.” Soobin stated. “Beomgyu’s sulky because we lost and he’s blaming me… I don’t want to deal with his complaints, so I’ll spend the night. Is it ok?”

“Of course.” She agreed. “Don’t you want to stay too?” Her fingers pinched Yeonjun’s arm slightly, and Soobin wondered why she was always so quick and sure in wrapping herself around their friend, but when it came to him or anyone else, Y/N was distant.

“Nah, then we won’t get an hour of sleep.” He chuckled. “You’ll talk my ears off, and Beomgyu already did it… In screaming fashion.”

She grinned. “Looks like he wanted to piss everyone off today. I’m mad at him too.”

“That’s new. What happened?”

“He said he’s not my first option, so he didn’t defend me when I needed him to.” She shrugged, scrunching her nose a bit. “You would jump down anyone’s throat for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Without hesitating.” Yeonjun agreed. “We both would, actually. And that’s why we’re better than Beomgyu, so don’t sweat it. I’m leaving.” With another kiss on her head, he pinched her cheek and moved to the door, eyeing Soobin with a raised eyebrow. “Bye, bro.”

Soobin waved, sighing. “See ya.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I’d love to have a sleepover with my darling dearest and my Binbin.” She tried one last time.

“Not tonight, darling. I really need some rest.” Yeonjun lied, going out.

Truth be told, Y/N didn’t mind it that much. Her real problem was the white elephant that still lingered in the room when she was alone with Soobin.

He ignored her for the whole week, and she didn’t blame him. Y/N ignored him too. They played safe while he listed what Donghyuck liked or not, but after the topic died, she was annoyingly embarrassed, and soon excused herself home. It was their last conversation up until now. She kept herself busy during the whole weekend, then, thanks to her job, she didn’t have much time to spare until tonight. When Beomgyu told her Soobin was out with Yeonjun, her stomach did flip in relief, for she wouldn’t have to show up in his house out of nowhere, just so their friends wouldn’t notice something definitely wasn’t right with them.

She was never shy near Soobin, and he most definitely wouldn’t pretend she didn’t exist.

But he baked non-stop, leaving her a bit guilty. In a moment of repentance, she opened Instagram and followed Hyuck. Maybe she didn’t need to bring Soobin into her messy though eventless love life. Maybe she could woo Donghyuck without his (or anyone’s) help.

Facing the floor, she took a deep breath and tried to put on her best expression.

“So… Are you hungry?”

“I had dinner at the PC Bang.” He took off his shoes, taking his pair of slippers that were there.

“Oh, I see. Then, what do you wanna do now?”

“Freshen up and skincare, maybe?” Soobin suggested.

“You already know the way.” She gestured towards the rooms. “I’ll clean this up and meet you in a second.” Taking the plate, she wondered if she should tell him about the sweets. However, Soobin was already moving, and silence kept her company.

Turning off the TV, Y/N rushed to the kitchen.

There was an unsettling feeling in her stomach. He couldn’t possibly be there just because his roommate and best friend was annoying – if so, he would’ve slept in her house almost every day. And he wouldn’t most likely show up unannounced, not after what happened to them a week ago.

Which drew her to the only conclusion left: he wanted to talk to her about that.

All the baking, the ghosting, the uneasiness… Soobin had been thinking.

The bathroom had the door opened, and Y/N caught a glimpse of him in his grey sweatpants and white shirt, already changed for bed. She rested against the doorframe, unsure of the silence, but not wanting to push any buttons before reading his mood.

“Are you not joining me?” He asked, bringing her out of her trance.

“Oh, I… Of course.” Stepping in, she took his side, watching themselves in the mirror. Soobin was tall and lean, his black hair was tossed to the back thanks to her hairband. He looked tired, which only added to her guilt. “Did you and Yeonjunnie have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, it was nice.”

“I’m glad.”

He didn’t say anything else, and Y/N felt discouraged. After brushing her teeth, she started her routine and he left, saying he’d wait her in the bedroom.

To say she took her time was an understatement. She was afraid of being alone with him and that awful atmosphere around them.

However, she couldn’t spend the night in the bathroom.

Soobin wasn’t lying on the floor like he used to. He was sitting on her desk, doing something on his phone, but as soon as she showed up, he put it down.

“You couldn’t find the mattress?” She wondered.

“I was hoping we would sleep together.”

Y/N froze.

What the actual fuck?!

“I beg your pardon?”

“I meditated about your request… About Hyuck and all,” He looked at her. “and I accept it.”

If there was one thing Choi Soobin never failed to amaze her, was in his straightforwardness. He had a really non-conflict, introspective and introverted personality… But, boy, when he decided to speak his mind… He didn’t play around. When he reached his resolve, that was it.  

“O-oh.” She was flabbergasted.

“So, how is this going to work? We’ll schedule classes?! Go with a more ‘unserious’ approach?”

God, he was…

Overwhelming, sometimes.

“I-I didn’t think much past the need to be helped.” Y/N confessed, feeling her mouth dry. “And you had declined before, so I just… Kind of ignored everything.”

The unsettledness in her stomach was annoying and embarrassing. She knew better than asking him if he was sure – he would never go back to this topic and change his mind if he wasn’t.

“Well, we need a plan, don’t we?”

“Yeah, sure.” Agreeing, her face coloured. “But I’m sorry, Bin, I know I requested it… But I’m not exactly in the mood to… You know… Get intimate tonight.”

“What?” He frowned.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re handsome and all, b-but… I think I need a bit more time to…”

His chuckle announced his dimples. “Wait, did you think I was asking to have sex with you?!”

“Y-you said ‘I was hoping we would sleep together’!” She retorted, defensive. “We never slept in the same bed, so I... Y-you just had agreed with it and I…”

“I wouldn’t be so tactless, Y/N.” He cut her off, that easy smile still on his lips. “Even if it’s not our main purpose here to woo each other, I’d be more romantic about it.”

Y/N gulped, wondering why the perspective now made her feel… Bothered.

“Ok, let’s end this conversation here. I’m turning off the lights.” She reached for the light-switch. “So fucking awkward, oh my God! What did I have in mind?” Her whisper still could be heard.

“You want to back off? I can just play cupid.” He offered.

But there was no use him playing wingman if she would still feel insecure.

“No.”

“Then lay down and try to relax. Donghyuck is pretty touchy, so you have to get used to someone invading your personal space.” Soobin took his side of the bed, staring at the ceiling. “How is that you can’t leave Yeonjun alone, but when it comes to anyone else, you look uncomfortable?”

“I honestly don’t know. As far as I’m concerned, it’s always been like that.” She shrugged. “I also like it when you hug me and stuff, though you don’t do it often.” Y/N was thankful for the dark, ‘cause this way he wouldn’t catch her blushing (again).

“I thought you didn’t like it, so I held back.”

“Well, I do.” Y/N felt his body warm next to her, pulling the covers over them.

Soobin turned around, facing her profile. His hand found her arm, tracing her skin while going up and down. There was something heavily intimate about the way her breath caught, and he felt his chest tighten at the quiet sound. “Is this alright?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about the movie.” He asked, knowing some distraction would help ease her out.

“It’s an open ending like ‘Kimi no Na wa’, but from what I understood from the reviews, it doesn’t hint at happiness.” She turned to him, too, and his hand slid to her waist. “B-Bin?”

“But what is the plot? Why did you decide to watch it?” His fingers explored from her waist to her back, urging her closer. “C’mere, I wanna hug you.”

Hugging Choi Soobin was one of a mortal’s most preferred activities, she was sure. On the rare occasions they hugged, Y/N almost melted against him. He had the perfect amount of comfort, warmth and strength… And, again, he smelled so good she wanted to truly dissolve into him.

“It’s divided in three parts.” She moved, being caged by his arms. “W-what should I do now?”

“Hug me back, silly.” He chuckled, and her face was pressed against his chest, letting her feel the vibration of that cute sound. “Keep going, don’t get distracted by this.”

“Easy to say, since you like skinship!” Y/N groaned.

“You’re reading too much into it, it’s just a hug. Relax.” His big hands kept moving on her back, scratching it slightly, like her mom used to do when she was younger and had trouble sleeping.

“Fuck, I must look so pathetic right now.” She looked up, meeting his eyes.

It was dark, the city lights doing a poor job of brightening the room a bit, but Y/N could still see the gleam in those soft boba eyes of his. The blush on her face deepened, heart skipping a bit. Could it be that because it had been so long since she was in a man’s arms (that wasn’t Yeonjun), any minor interaction would have her mind running wild?! Because she felt so confused in how to behave there – should she mimic the caress? Should she rest her face next to his neck, or keep it where it was? Should she turn around and be the small spoon?

“No, you don’t.” His voice was slightly hoarse. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but I didn’t know how you’d react. It was really hard to spend anime nights feet apart.”

The confession took her by surprise. “Why is that people care so much about skinship?”

“I’m not sure, but to me, there’s some kind of next-level comfort in it.”

“You’re just touch starved.” She rolled her eyes, noticing his smile widening. Such a pity the dark shadowed his dimples! “However, I’ll admit it’s quite nice.”

“Better than Yeonjun’s?”

“Oh, know your limits.”

Now he laughed, and his body shook a little, grip tightening in reflex. Y/N swallowed the truth: hugging him had absolutely nothing to do with hugging her darling dearest… And it was scaring.

Three days later

Donghyuck offered her a beer and winked. She felt her heart clenching, forcing a smile back.

It was the fourth time she met Hyuck out of a PC Bang. Sometimes she’d join Soobin there, not to play any games he liked, but just to be out of the house a bit. Tonight, she wasn’t feeling like staying home, but didn’t want the noisy mess of the PC Bang… So, her amazing friend suggested they met for chimek after he finished his hours there.

Therefore, here she was, sat between his tall body and Yeonjun’s comforting presence, staring at the guy in front of her with heart-eyes and rosy cheeks… Thankfully, she could blame the alcohol.

“Oh, thank you.” She hoped her voice was steady.

“I saw your Stories yesterday about the Flying Yoga class.” Hyuck grinned. “Soobin aced it.”

“He did, didn’t he?!” Her face relaxed into a more natural smile.

“I still feel my crotch burning and my leg circulation being cut out.” Yeonjun laughed.

“If I was there, I’d be like Beomgyu and scream the whole time.” Donghyuck commented. “I still can’t believe he agreed to it.” The grin on his heart-shaped mouth was enough to make her gulp.

God, she wanted to kiss that man so fucking bad it was embarrassing.

“The instructor didn’t appreciate it, but it made the pain bearable because I got distracted laughing at him.” Y/N replied, not wanting to waist a second without engaging with him.

“I might’ve been the MVP, but Y/N has the best flexibility.” Soobin said, letting his hand rest on her thigh and giving her knee a pinch. “She does Pilates, you know?”

Donghyuck looked at her, interested. “Oh.”

“Do you play any sports, Hyuck?”

“A bit of football, badminton… But nothing too extreme.” He shrugged. “I invited Soobin once to join my football team, but he said he preferred not moving an inch from his bed.”

“He’s a homebody, unfortunately. I had to almost cry in order to drag him to the class.” She chuckled. “I bring him to the gym two to three times a week, but he whines all the time.”

“I might try Pilates with you if you want, sounds quieter and easier.” Soobin offered.

“Tsk, he got so cocky after the Flying Yoga episode.” She playfully rolled her eyes.

Before they could comment on anything else, the waiter brough their fried chicken. As always, a variety of flavours were ordered, so they could indulge without restriction.

Something shifted between them.

Soobin noticed it during dinner – not when Y/N begged him to ‘teach her’ to flirt and all that. His lingering touches might’ve just cracked open something inside her, or a switch had been flipped and she was now a different person… Not that he was gonna complain. He absolutely melted when he took his hand off her thigh, and not a second later, she reached out for him again, linking their arms. And throughout the rest of the night, she just wouldn’t leave him alone.

Walking back home, she remained glued to him.

“Maybe we could’ve g0ne to the club with them…”

“You want to? I can take you there.” Soobin typed his password.

“Do you?”

“Nah.”

“Then I don’t, either.”

He chuckled, letting her inside first. “You’re funny.”

“If you think about it, it’s better this way. I wouldn’t know what to do if Donghyuck flirted with someone, and I’m not exactly ready to be on his radar yet.” She took off her shoes, sighing.

“What is it that you’re so afraid off?”

“I don’t know… It’s been so long and I feel like an insecure teenage girl.”

He hummed. “Well, lucky for you I exist.”

“I swear people assume you’re shy and introverted, but are not aware of your conceited ass.”

“The fact that I prefer being left alone doesn’t mean I’m ugly.” He shrugged, smirking. “You know, these dimples made a bunch of girls cry in high school and college.”

“So I’ve been told.” Y/N pretended to be unphased. “Are you gonna game now?”

“Nope. I think we should finally decide on our plan, no?” Soobin had to hold back another chuckle, for he found it funny that she was avoiding this talk when she was the one to request his help.

“Right now?”

“I don’t see a better time. C’mon Y/N, do you want Donghyuck or not?!”

“I do, but it’s embarrassing to be this inexperienced at my age and let people know about it!”

“Don’t think like that, there’s not a right time for this… People experience love when they have to.”

Her smile was shy, but she felt so glad Soobin was in her life. Not even once he made fun of her insecurities, he was respecting her boundaries and trying to get her off her shell slowly, so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed. Yeah, he did call her a lunatic before, but she could understand where he came from – if he was the one asking such favour, she’d react the same.

That’s why he was so right for the role.

“Thank you.”

His dimples broke in for the nth time, but it was different. This time, she felt the impulse.

“What?” Soobin frowned slightly, noticing her weird expression.

“N-nothing.” Y/N cleared her throat. “Just trying to remember if I brought back my clean pyjamas from home… Or else I’ll have to go upstairs to fetch one.”

“You did, I put it in my stuff. Let’s go, then.”

She gathered her thoughts, trying to reason with them. It made sense, albeit embarrassing. She spent the evening with Hyuck, and Soobin being the chosen one for helping her, it was only natural she’d feel some kind of magnetic force pulling her to him… They were about to discuss strategies that’d take her to Donghyuck. It was obvious she’d fantasise about kissing Soobin.

Because they would kiss each other… At some point.

Ever the gentleman, Soobin let Y/N use the bathroom first. She changed clothes, flossed, brushed her teeth and did her skincare. After that, she laid on his bed while he finished his night routine.

All the time, her mind spiralled between Hyuck’s playful smirk and a way to get it directed at her. He was such a funny guy, his aura pretty welcoming, and if Y/N didn’t spend the whole evening drooling over him, she’d notice how easy it would be to become friends with him – and then, she’d could try being something more. However, she’d just have to get rid of her shyness first. Nothing would work if she kept in her shell, insecure and afraid of letting her true self come out again.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Soobin wondered, slipping in the bed too.

Y/N shuffled to the wall, giving him some room. “How do I stop being shy?”

“Uh… If I knew, I probably wouldn’t be shy myself.” He grinned at her bored face. “But I think you either are born like that, or you get there through trauma.”

“I was born like that… But something happened and I withdraw completely… I can’t remember what, though.” She sighed. “Do you think Hyuck would mind if I’m quieter in the beginning?”

“I think he’d like someone calmer than him, yeah.” Soobin mused. “So, our plan…?”

She groaned, turning to face him. “What do guys like? How does one tickle their interest?”

“Hmm… It’s different for each guy, but normally having a pretty face and a pretty body do the trick.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing she was getting annoyed. “But I know you already know this… So, we can try to find out if he thinks you’re pretty.”

“How?”

“Do you guys follow each other on Instagram?”

“Yeah, I followed him first.”

“It doesn’t matter. Did he like a picture or something?”

“The last posted.”

“Nice.” Then he frowned. “Fuck, Y/N, your last picture posted is from two years ago!”

“Well, yeah, but…” She pouted. “You know I’m not into Instagram!”

“You’re going to have to be more active, though. At least in the start, just so you keep fresh on his mind. Like, every time he opens the app, there you are.” Soobin smiled. “Do you have Tinder?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Well, maybe if you matched on Tinder, you could crack a joke or something… It can be a good topic. He might like a girl that jokes around like he does.”

She sighed, seeing his point. “But what if he isn’t there? What if–”

“He is there.” Soobin stated. “Now, we just need to know if you’d match. Where’s your phone? Let’s set your profile up right away.”

“You’re enjoying this now, aren’t you?” Y/N gave up resisting, touching the mattress, searching for the device. He giggled cutely when her fingers pinched his waist, and she couldn’t help but smile at him too. “Here, you were laying on it.”

She let him do everything, snuggling closer and breathing his sweet cologne, answering his questions whenever needed. Being this close to him was a whole new state of cosiness, and she was actually living for it. Yes, he was bony and thinner than she actually enjoyed, but Soobin was warm and soothing in a way that didn’t match his body.

He even decided on her profile picture, mumbling quietly that she looked pretty.

“Tomorrow we’ll continue this, ok?” Blocking her phone, he put it on the bedside table. “So, apart from Tinder and Instagram, what else?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one guiding?”

“Not like that, silly. I mean, what else are you insecure about? What do you think you’ll need me?”

“You already told me some of his preferences, so I feel confident enough to start a conversation… Well, if I stop drooling over him whenever he’s near.” She chuckled. “But… Bin, what do people do in a date? I’ve never been to one, you know.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Never ever?”

“Are you deaf?”

“Sorry, I’m just surprised. Why not?! Not even when you were in high school?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly give boys many signs I wanted to be asked in one.” She shrugged.

“Wow… I feel… Weird about this information?” He frowned. “So maybe we should focus on that, no? Like… How about we go on a fake date? I’ll try to find out what type of date Donghyuck usually goes and we mimic them, so it’ll be easier for you.”

“You’re the best, Bin.” Y/N pinched his arm, appreciating the effort.

“I know.”

A week later

A fucking amusement park.

Yeah, she probably should’ve seen it coming.

Not that she was upset by Donghyuck’s/Soobin’s choice… Maybe a first date wasn’t exactly supposed to be romantic at all, for people didn’t know if they’d click or not.

Everland was a good place, there were nice rides, sightseeing in a cute zoo and great food. Keeping it a secret from their friends, so they could come alone, both left home early – also planning to avoid the huge crowd for as long as possible, and to enjoy the day to the fullest.

As soon as they entered, Soobin suggested they bought a souvenir, so they could get into their couple persona. He chose a red panda hat, and she ended up with a normal panda one.

“What do you want to do first? See the animals, go for the rides or eat something?”

“We ate not an hour ago, Bin. Let’s see the animals, then we go for the best part.” She grinned. “I want to ride the Seater Human Sky for Zootopia. Can we?”

“Of course.” He searched for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “I’m sure Hyuck will touch you without hesitating, so I’m trying to behave like he probably will.” Not that he needed to explain himself, but he did anyway. “Let me buy these, and then we’re good to go.”

“Oh, alright.” Y/N gave him her hat. If he wanted to pay, she wouldn’t dodge out of politeness. This was a fake date, ok, but she should act like she would in a real one.

They visited all animals, spending almost the whole morning on it. Lots of pictures were taken, and although Y/N was used to talk a lot, she kept relatively quiet. Sometimes, they would look at each other and laugh, because it was funny to keep asking those first-base questions while already knowing the answers… And every time his dimples showed up or his huge hand touched her, she was reminded that it was her best friend there, not Donghyuck.

And, at some point, she messed up.

Maybe after they finished their tour in American Adventure and went for lunch… Or during the T-Express ride, for rollercoasters always lifted their spirits (and they were still high from the Rolling X-Train experience)… The way he was beaming with satisfaction made her stomach churn.

With the sunset colouring the skies, they left the park with an unsettling feeling.

The trip home was silent, with Soobin falling asleep as soon as the bus took off, and Y/N listening to her playlist, looking at the photos they took throughout the day and erasing those that were blurred or snapped by mistake. She sent one of Fu Bao to Yeonjun, knowing how much he loved the panda. Then, amidst cute animals, she found a video of Soobin’s side profile. He had his dimples on full display, and his… Cocky smile too?

Y/N could hear herself talking behind the camera, but she couldn’t make up the words, too startled by the realisation that he was really handsome. Closing the gallery app, she sighed and tried to get some rest too. There was no point in entertaining such thoughts.

Less than an hour later, they were walking back to their building. Soobin said he’d drop her off, like a gentleman would obviously do, and kept his hand on hers the whole two-blocks distance.

“Will you go up too?” She wondered.

“It’ll be too forward for a first date, won’t it?”

“Well, I don’t know? You do live here, after all.”

“But Donghyuck doesn’t.”

Donghyuck… Yeah, of course.

“Right.” She cleared her throat. “Then, goodbye. I had a lovely and funny time today.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled softly. “We should do it again.”

“I’d love that.” Y/N got on the tip of her feet. “Goodnight, Bin. I m-mean, Hyuck.” She kissed his cheek (more like his jawline) and almost ran towards the building entrance.

Pressing her floor number while trying to conceal her exaggerated and annoying heartbeat, any idea of peace vanished as Soobin’s tall frame occupied the other side of the elevator.

“I do live here, after all.” His voice was light, tinted with mirth.

There it was again, the slightly cocky, patronising smirk.

She looked at the ground, confused by her own reaction. They kept silent except for the usual ‘Goodbye’ when he arrived at his floor first.

Typing her password, Y/N entered her house feeling dizzy.

Something was wrong. Something was really wrong and she only had her celibacy to blame! Taking off her shoes, she sat down on the hall, ruffling her hair and groaning in exasperation. However, before she could give in to a tantrum, the doorbell rang. Confused, she opened it without checking. Her closest friends knew the password, but maybe…

Barely registering the black hair and known warmth, Y/N was pressed against the wall, Soobin towering over her, bringing her jaw up and smashing his mouth against hers.

Her body froze, mind going blank at the unexpected touch.

She remained unresponsive for a second or two, trying to overcome the initial shock. It was enough for him to back off, misunderstanding her lack of reaction. He was still a breath away, though, his nose bumping into hers as he looked her in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don-”

She cut the distance, kissing him again. Really doing it now.

Her arms circled around his neck, pulling him closer, moaning at the way his fingers tugged on her hair, tilting her face up. His tongue took advantage of her open mouth, slipping inside and starting its conquest. Y/N felt putty in his embrace, puzzled and consumed by the caress. She thought that those years of being romance-deprived would have turned her into an inexperienced girl once again, but it didn’t look like that.

She knew what to do, and her body seemed to understand it as well.

And even if she didn’t, it was clear Soobin did.

Shivering at the reminding of her kissing her best friend, something burned inside her. She felt bolder, nails scratching his nape and mingling with the soft strands of his hair. He groaned like a defeated warrior, pressing her harder between the wall and his body.

The whole fire made a known path, and Y/N snapped back into reality.

“Bin-?!” She pushed him away, gasping for air at the same time.

He looked at her through heavy lids, the light in the hall being enough to let her see his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of emotions she also felt. Nevertheless, all that seemed to be swept aside when he blinked, a controlled and neutral expression taking over.

“Donghyuck would kiss you after the first date. I’m sure he would.”

And just like that, Soobin killed the spark.

The first contact after the events of the other night was awkward.

Upon feeling his hands on her, for their usual hug as a greeting, her voice cracked and her heart raced, the heat of embarrassment creeping up her spine. When their eyes met, her breath caught, remembering the way he looked at her seconds before shoving her right back in reality.

‘Donghyuck would kiss you after the first date. I’m sure he would.’

She was mad at herself for being mad at Soobin for saying that. Wasn’t finally being with Hyuck the sole purpose of all that?! Why was she a bit depressed he kissed her with that in mind?!

Was she so affection starved that she would start fantasising about Soobin now?

Pathetic.

“‘Seeing Fu Bao without my darling dearest to assert dominance.’” Yeonjun scoffed, showing her his phone – opened on her IG Story.

“She’s my rival, I had to.” Y/N shrugged. She had just posted one of Fu Bao’s videos from the date, because Soobin requested her to be more active on her social media. She’d added Hyuck on her Close Friends, hoping it would be a good hint of her true intentions.

“Your rival?” Yeonjun frowned.

“You love her a lot… It bothers me.”

“You love Soobin a lot and I don’t consider him my rival.”

“It’s different!”

“Why?”

“I don’t love him like I love you.” Y/N pouted.

“She’s so open about her favouritism.” Haena chuckled. “Sorry, Soobs.”

“I’ve been warned about this before, so I’m kinda numb to the pain.” Soobin jested. “It’s not nice losing to him, but I can manage being second.” He eyed Beomgyu. “At least I’m not third.”

“Well, I have a girlfriend and Y/N respects the fact my girlfriend is my favourite always!” Gyu retorted, a hand on his heart as if he felt offended. “And she can’t make me her favourite, either.”

“But you’re not the second, Bin!” Y/N pleaded, feeling her stomach sink a bit. “You’re…”

“Your best friend, Yeonjun’s your brother. Yeah, I know.” He commented, pouring himself some beer. “You told me that already.” On the day she asked him for that absurd favour… He was glad she seemed a bit ashamed of being biased, at least.

Y/N gulped, going quiet too soon. Normally, she’d argue, trying to make her point. Right now, though, she didn’t have the energy nor the facts to fight him.

Because things have changed.

More than ever, she was so painfully aware that what she felt for Yeonjun had nothing to do with what she felt for Soobin. She couldn’t even fathom doing more than some specific skinship with Yeonjun without feeling like committing incest… Whereas with Soobin, her mind entertained some different thoughts altogether – as outrageous as they should be.

It only took one kiss, and all the platonic, ‘academic research’ notion she had of Soobin crumbled.

She really believed she’d be immune to whatever happened between them, because Donghyuck was exactly what she wanted… However, she didn’t consider the impact of her celibacy. Y/N was painfully starved for attention and intimacy, and Soobin made her aware of that.

The sooner she got a grip of herself, the better.

That’s why she was there, pretending nothing had happened.

The second contact after the events of the other night was slightly better.

Soobin texted her saying he’d game with the boys, and asked if she wanted to join. Twenty minutes later, Y/N was lying on his bed, reading, while he played.

“What are we having for dinner?”

He looked over his shoulder. “I’ve no idea. What do you suggest?” He frowned. “No, not you. I’m talking to Y/N.” Soobin murmured to his headset. “Yeah, she’s here.”

Sitting on his bed, she stared at his computer screen as if he was on a videocall. “Who is it?”

“Hyuck says hi, Yeonjun is apologising for ignoring you on your chat.”

“I see.” She smiled. “Tell him I’m never talking to him again, and tell Hyuck I said hi back.”

“She’s not talking to you ever again, dude. And she said hi, Donghyuck.”

“Anyway, I’m thinking hot pot thoughts… Or sweet and sour pork.” Y/N suggested.

“Why not both?” He chuckled, listening to his friends on the call. “Yeonjun said you can’t spend more than thirty minutes ignoring him, so he’s not feeling exactly threatened.”

She sucked a breath, pretending to be offended. Crawling to the end of the bed, behind his chair, she turned him around and tugged at the headset, bringing the microphone closer to her mouth. “Is this a challenge, Yeonjun? Because I’d love to prove you wrong!”

“Wow, she said ‘Yeonjun’!” Beomgyu hollered, and she could hear his voice from his room.

“I’d feel pretty much threatened right now, bro.” Soobin stared at her, taking in the small distance between them. Their noses were centimetres away, breaths fanning over each other. His eyelids dropped as he tilted his head just a bit, unconsciously giving into her magnetic field.

As if electrified, Y/N stepped back. “B-both, then.” She cleared her throat. “Gonna order it.”

The third time, she met him at the entrance hall, after coming back from the gym. He was getting out of the lift and she was entering it – they collided, her sweaty head bumping into his chest.

“Fuck, sorry.” Y/N petted the moist spot, as if it’d disappear.

“Morning.” He smiled. “It’s ok, it’ll dry in no time.”

“Are you going to work?”

“Nah, going to grab something for breakfast… Wanna join me?”

Y/N wanted to melt on the floor, glad for the atmosphere between them not being awkward anymore. “Of course, if you don’t mind the stink.”

“I don’t.” He took her hand. “Morning.”

It was her time to grin, intertwining their fingers. “Morning, Binbin.”

The first tray of brownies was just out of the oven when Beomgyu walked into the kitchen.

“Am I going to have to eat all of it?” He pointed at the hot tray.

“Uh… No?”

“Why are you freaking out?”

“I’m not freaking out.”

“Dude, it’s been a week since you went back on your cooking therapy.”

Yeah, and it’d been a little over a week since he kissed Y/N.

It’d been over a week since they seemed to go back and forth on walking in eggshells. And he knew she was having some kind of mental breakdown due to that, ‘cause was he too.

Not that kissing her wasn’t riveting. It had been a while since he kissed a girl, and his body just reacted to that. He was intrigued by his own response. However, he was already regretting giving in to her schemes… Because he could foresee the imminent rupture in their friendship, could taste the awkwardness that was settling between them.

And yeah, maybe Beomgyu was right – he was freaking out.

He was panicking at the mere thought of losing his best friend.

“I just enjoy cooking, what is wrong with that?” Soobin knew he sounded defensive, but he wasn’t able to come up with a better rebut.

“Ok, keep telling yourself that.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “Is Y/N coming down? ‘Cause I’m coming up, Mimi and I will go to the arcade tonight.”

“Why would she come down?”

“Well, aren’t you guys working on getting her into Hyuck’s pants?”

Soobin froze. “What the f…”

“You really thought you two could keep this a secret from everyone?”

“N-no, but… You could use nicer words.”

Beomgyu tilted his head, pouting. “Aren’t you guys trying to turn her into a Sex Goddess?”

“Oh God, why do I even bother?!” Soobin shook his head, glaring at the ceiling for a brief second.

“I don’t know, either.” He chuckled. “Is she coming or not?”

“No.”

“Give her a piece, at least. I’m gonna get fat at this rate!” Turning around, he waved. “See ya. I’ll probably sleep upstairs, so don’t wait for me.”

Sighing, Soobin waved back. “Alright; have fun. Bye!”

He stared at the oven for a solid minute, contemplating what to do.

Whenever he had an opportunity, he’d mention Y/N to Hyuck. Things like how funny and pretty she was, something cute she did, a tender memory he had of her… And all those times, Hyuck listened with regard. But what use would that be if she still felt insecure?! That’s why he got a grip of himself and opened their chat – they should have another lesson.

[18:43] soobin: r u busy?

Almost a minute later, she replied.

[18:44] y/n: no… why?

[18:44] soobin: i baked two trays of brownie 🥺

[18:44] y/n: choi soobin

u r literally the best thing that has ever happened to me!!!!!

see u in a second

[18:45] soobin: 😋

It was pathetic that she took some time to get ready. Normally, Y/N wouldn’t even bother changing her clothes… However, she decided to drop her old and comfy nightgown for her brand-new pyjama set, an emerald-green satin shorts and button-down shirt. It was one of her favourite colours and Soobin used to say it looked really good on her.

Cringing at the perspective of fishing for compliments, Y/N pinched her cheeks and cleared her throat, walking out of the elevator as if each step didn’t make her confused mind a bigger chaos. Typing the password, she was greeted by the delicious smell of brownies. Heading to the kitchen, she took a second to prepare herself to face him again.

“Binbin?”

He turned around from the sink, opening one of his marvellous smiles. “Hi there.”

“So… Am I getting a whole tray for myself, or will I have to share with Beomgyu?”

“A whole tray for yourself… If you help me out here.” Soobin chuckled.

“Maybe sharing isn’t that bad?” She jested. “It keeps me humble.”

“Humbleness doesn’t suit you, Y/N. You’re made to look down on us, mere mortals.”

“That’s so sweet of you.” She pretended to dry her eyes, grabbing the kitchen towel.

“The only person you think is actually above yourself is Yeonjun, and don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong.” He nudged her with his elbow. “I know you better than I know myself.”

Y/N felt her stomach dropping.

Did he?

Was it possible he knew that whenever those dimples came out, she felt… The impulse again?

And because she was so confused with her own reactions, she decided to bring up the safer topic.

“Donghyuck asked me about the leather workshop class we took, he said he liked your wallet and you told him we went there and did it together.”

“I’m trying to bring you up in any opportunity I get.” Soobin agreed. “And what else happened?”

“Nothing much, we chatted a bit about it and then he said he’d try to book a class.” She sighed. “He didn’t ask for my number, Bin. It was the perfect excuse for it! Or he could’ve just said ‘Do you want to join me on it, again?’” She pouted. “I couldn’t find him on Tinder either!”

“I know it’s frustrating, but… Maybe we’re approaching this the wrong way?!” Finishing washing the last dirty dish, Soobin looked at her. “We need a party.” He declared. “Hyuck likes them, and if he sees you in a different light, with a different mood altogether, I’m sure he’ll get hooked.” By the way she hesitated, he knew exactly what was going on. “You’re insecure about it, aren’t you?”

“What if I mess it up?”

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”

Y/N stared at him, conflicted between playing it cool or being honest. They were best friends, for fuck sakes! She trusted him and he trusted her back – and getting him to help her was their main purpose, as he had pointed out.

“What do you have in mind, then?” She sounded so vulnerable Soobin’s heart melted.

But before he could say anything else, he needed to get some things straight. He wouldn’t survive going another week with that weird and distant vibe between them. This next lesson would be different from any other, and he needed to know she was ready to go through it.

That their friendship was ready to take the blow and don’t die from it.

“What did you feel when I kissed you?”

She froze. “I beg your pardon?”

“That day when we went on a date… When I kissed you like Donghyuck would, what did you feel after?” His eyes searched for hers, but she shied away, staring at the towel on her hand.

“I… Well… I noticed that I’m really desperate.” Y/N cleared her throat, hating the way she felt so small and embarrassed at her own neediness.

“Desperate for what?”

“Intimacy. Anything a man can give me.” The words came out rushed. “And it’s so annoying.”

He frowned at her confession. He expected her to say something along the lines like ‘desperate for Donghyuck’, but she didn’t. “Why is it annoying, though? It’s normal to want to be wanted.”

“Yes, I know, but… I feel like I missed my timing. It’s weird to never have dated at my age; and what if Donghyuck thinks there’s something wrong with me?!”

“Only stupid men think stuff like these, Y/N. Normal and nice boys know everyone has their own time to blossom and don’t rush nor judge others.”

She looked up, finding him already staring at her. His soft boba eyes shone with tenderness and resolve, as if what he said was the absolutely truth.

“You’re really a different brand of man, Choi Soobin.” She gave him a small smile. “And really one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

“You flatter me.” He chuckled. “But I asked that because I think the best way for you to feel more confident is knowing that you can entice even when being ‘inexperienced’. ‘Cause, honestly, I didn’t even remember you hadn’t kissed a man in ages when we were kissing.” He confessed. “It just downed me later on, because things were awkward between us, and I got pissed off that we let it come to that and you didn’t tell me how you felt. I don’t like us distant.”

“Me neither.” She sighed.

“So let’s promise we won’t be like that again, or else I can’t help you.”

Y/N bit her lip, hesitating again. “But what if I can’t…”

“Then we’ll end everything.” He cut her off. “I don’t read minds, Y/N. If you don’t tell me what’s bothering you, how can I be of help?!”

“Alright. I’ll try.”

“No, darling, you’ll do it.” He shook his head. “I’m not letting our friendship on thin ice anymore.”

“Oh, ok, Bin! I’ll do it.” Rolling her eyes, she stuck her pinkie up.

“Good girl.” Their fingers touched. “So no more awkwardness no matter what we do.”

“And if one feels uneasy, we got to be vocal about it.”

His eyes darkened slightly, wondering (without his own permission) about what else Y/N would be vocal about. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the brownies. “Fancy some before we move on?”

“Yeah, it’ll be good to ease me up.”

“I wanted to put caramel in, but you complained about eating too much candy recently and I know how you love caramel, so I decided to make it plain, so you won’t feel sad if you don’t eat much.”

She smiled, touched by the gesture. “Thanks.”

“Here, take a bite.” He offered a piece.

It wasn’t something unusual, they normally did this… However, this time her eyes spent a little longer analysing his hand – the pretty and veiny forearm, how the brownie looked so small compared to his palm, how close his fingertips were from her mouth… And suddenly, she could see herself in one of those luxury porn movies, where any minor action was made to entice – so, instead of taking a bite, she’d lick on his digits, sucking them as if…

Y/N almost stuffed the whole piece in her mouth, hoping its taste would erase such confusing and horrible thoughts. God, what she needed was professional help!

Soobin had a fond smile, always glad that she liked his food. “Easy there, love. You’ll get a whole batch for yourself.” Some crumbles stuck to her face, gathering on her lower lip and at the side of her mouth while she chewed. “Do you like it that much?! You got dirt all over.”

Y/N remained quiet while he dusted the crumbles off. She felt like melting under his touch and gaze, goosebumps blooming from her spine to her head. The brownie tasted good, obviously, but the sensations didn’t come from its flavour or perfectly gooey texture… Out of habit, he licked the tip of his fingers clean, and that’s when she noticed she’d been too silent.

“Sorry, you know I like sweets.”

“It’s ok. Having you acting like this strokes my ego.” The dimples showed up again as he grinned.

Her heart thumped heavily against her chest, and whatever sane thoughts she had, slipped off her mind when she got on her tiptoes and ended the distance between them.

She kissed him.

She was still kissing him.

And when his arm circled her waist, pulling her up against the kitchen counter, she wished she’d never stop kissing him at all. The hand on her face slid to her nape, fingers threading in her hair and tugging it slightly, pushing her chin up so they could change the angle. As they got closer, his hips came in between her legs, the arm around her waist slipped a bit under her pyjama shirt, and the feeling of his skin against hers was overwhelming.

It was also embarrassing, honestly.

They were still dressed, but she felt so warm, so desperate for more contact, more action…

Then, as if reading her mind, Soobin bit her lower lip while pressing his crotch against hers. That earned him a bittersweet response: she froze, hands gripping his shoulders and eyes widening.

“What happened?” He asked, mouth still on her.

“I-If we keep… We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But isn’t stuff like this the reason you need my help?”

He was right, of course.

“I’m not sure how to… What should I…?”

“Maybe you could circle me with your legs?” He suggested. “If I was Donghyuck, what would do?”

She gulped, musing. “I’d probably jump his bones.”

“Then jump mine.” He stated. “Pretend I’m him.”

Her eyes clouded, conflicted between obeying or trying to resist. “Here? At the kitchen?”

“We’re alone, relax.” At her intake of breath, he chuckled. “Try to, at least.”

“But won’t it be too uncomfortable?”

His grin grew bigger. “Y/N, you think too much.” He pecked her lips. “Stop thinking, just… Just feel.” His mouth touched her jawline, and she immediately closed her eyes. Soobin nibbled on her skin, leaving love bites on the column of her neck. It was impulsive, not really him wanting to mark his territory, but just… Him reacting to the moment. He quietly undid some buttons of her shirt, but before pushing it off, he needed to know if it was still ok. “Are you ok?”

Y/N was half in heaven, half in hell. “Yes… It’s so warm in here, isn’t it?”

“So can I take this off?” He touched the last button.

“Yes.” Their eyes met, and she hoped he could see the trust in hers.

Tossing the satin on the floor, Soobin’s attention flew to her chest. She was wearing one of her cotton bras, black and plain, but somehow… “You look so pretty in green, but now I realise you look better in black.” He murmured, kissing her cleavage. Her head fell back, a sharp breath that sounded more like a strangled moan coming out of her mouth. Her legs tightened around his body, silently telling him he was doing it right. “Shall I take this off too?” He traced the straps.

“Please.”

It’s been ages since a man had seen her naked, but somehow, the fact that it was Soobin put her at ease. Yes, she might’ve been feeling insecure, however, as they kissed, her neediness surpassed every other emotion… And it was Soobin, for fuck sakes! He was her best friend!

He unfastened her bra and let it loose. Discarding it too, he noticed his mouth watered a bit at the sight of her perk nipples – it was only natural that his big hands groped her boobs, slender and skilled fingers pinching the skin before he dipped his head down, taking one in his mouth.

The moan came out loud and clear, Y/N’s body jolting forward at the sensation. She felt his wet tongue around the beak, licking and sucking on it, his warm touch engulfing her from her waist to her ribs, then to her shoulders, fingertips burning figures everywhere they reached. And it was too much. Pulling at his hair, she brought their lips together once again, needing him, desperate for him. Her hips pressed strongly against his, humping him.

“Bin,” The nickname rolled out with ease, despite the fact she was supposed to imagine Donghyuck there. “Bin, I need more.” Her voice was muffled by open-mouthed kisses. “Please. More.”

And because he was such a gentleman, he couldn’t say no.

He actually didn’t want to.

“More of what? You gotta use your words, love. I want to help you, but I don’t know how.” He lied, touching her boobs again, loving how they felt under his palms.

“Fuck.” She kissed his jawline, legs so tight around his hips that he couldn’t escape her grip. “If we keep doing this, I’ll probably cum.” She tried to reason.

“Do you want to?”

“Desperately.”

His smirk was out of this world. He had that easy, roguish kind of smile, and Y/N felt her insides twirling at the sight. “How?” Although he was supposed to guide her in this, he wanted so bad to hear her desires. Soobin was sure he’d do anything she wanted as long as she kept that flushed expression and cute moans coming out. “Tell me how.” It was almost a plea.

“I-I’m not…” Well, he really was there to help her, so she shouldn’t be ashamed of asking for what she wanted. “I need your fingers.”

His breath hitched slightly, ears buzzing with every word echoing in his mind.

“My fingers? Where, love?” He knew he wasn’t pushing her too far. If she only could step outside her comfort zone a centimetre more…

And when she reached for him, taking one of his hands and sliding it down her belly towards her pussy, Soobin hoped he wouldn’t forget a second of that dizzy, surprising night.

“Here.” Her voice was breathy, laced with wanton and shyness. “Inside me.”

Oh, fuck.

Kissing her again, he rubbed her thighs, prying them open and unlocking them off his waist. He kept his touch pretty close to her crotch, but never coming too close to where she wanted.

“I’ll take off your shorts now, ok?”

She shivered slightly while he rolled the green satin off her hips. When the fabric was discarded, he analysed her, taking in every inch of exposed skin, and Soobin licked his lips, anticipating.

“No panties?”

“I only use them with pyjamas when I’m on my period.” She confessed.

His eyes widened, realisation kicking in. “So whenever we slept together, you were…”

“Pantie-less.” She agreed, blush intensifying.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned, dick twitching at the thought. “So cheeky.”

“It’s healthy to let it breath!” She pouted, defensive.

“I’m not judging, though.” Soobin stole a peck. “I’m just surprised because I didn’t know.”

“Well, now you do.”

“Now I do, yeah.”

Their eyes met, and he couldn’t describe what he saw in hers. However, it was enough to make him react hungrily, latching his mouth on hers once more, a hand slipping between their bodies, resting right on her pretty cunt. She moaned into the kiss as soon as his fingers caressed her, pads gathering some slick before finding purchase on her clit.

It was rather embarrassing, but just the feeling of him there was enough to make her cum.

She felt so overwhelmed and horny she was sure if she stood up, a puddle would be where she sat, but the way Soobin worked her up was so good, she couldn’t help herself. And it’d been so long…

It was impossible to keep her focus, the pleasure so foreign and delicious – thus, she just rested her forehead against his, locking their eyes and basking in those amazing sensations. His hand drove slightly down again, coating in her wetness before plugging a finger inside her without warning. Her breath hitched, lips parting for a whiny moan to escape. His brown orbs, once gentle and patient, now ogled her with hunger and desire. He moved, testing the speed until he got a loud sob from her, hips bucking slightly as he drove in and off.

“Fuck.” She whispered when he quickly pushed a second digit inside her.

“Tell me how you like it,” Soobin ordered. “how to make you cum.”

“Anything,” Y/N closed her eyes, wondering if it would be ultimate humiliation if she drooled any time soon. “anything you do, I’m sure I’ll like it.”

“You’ve got no idea of what I…” He stopped, deciding she wasn’t ready for those words yet.

She gulped as he picked his pace. “Fuck, this feels so good!”

“Look at me.” His dominating aura was new to her.

She stared at those chestnut pools, darkened with a pinch of wildness, curiosity and lust. She’d never seen him like that, demanding, serious but at ease with himself, full of confidence and… So fucking hot. There was also the situation they were in, the unexpectedness of enjoying his touch, the thrill of doing something they probably shouldn’t be doing, the happiness of finally having a man’s attention for her own – she couldn’t control herself, clenching around his fingers.

“Shit,” Y/N threw her head backwards, back arching. “I’m gonna cum?”

“Is this a question?” He chuckled, amused.

“I’m not sure?” Her brows furrowed. “I’m almost…” He inserted a third digit. “There.”

“Already?” His dimples accompanied his smirk, and her heart beat faster. “So desperate, Y/N. You look gorgeous like this.” He cooed. “Keep looking at me and cum, then.”

Obeying was easy. Y/N was so out of herself with wanton it didn’t take more than a minute for her to explode around his fingers, moaning quietly and leaving small scratches on his nape and shoulders. Soobin peppered her neck with love bites while she rode her high, relishing the way she shook on his arms and snugged him close.

She tugged at his hair after calming down, pushing his chin up and getting nose to nose. It could be the post-orgasm haze, but she had the urge to say some crazy and cheesy things. Instead, she bit her lips, wondering what she should do next.

“Do I… S-should… Can I… Can I suck you off?”

And because she sounded vulnerable, he pushed past his own needs and tried to make her feel safe again. “I don’t know. Can you?” His eyes shone with mirth, the joke outdated and a bit annoying.

Her mouth tugged in a small smile. “May I?”

He wanted nothing more, but it seemed too much for her in one day, so he shook his head. “No, love. I think it’s best we go slow.”

“W-wait, why?!” She looked disappointed. “Don’t you… Want me to?”

“I do, love, I really do. But this is not about me.” He sighed. “This is about showing you that you can seduce any guy you want, doesn’t matter if you think yourself unexperienced or not… And judging by my pants now, I’m sure we can say you passed the lesson.”

Mentioning his pants wasn’t his best idea, because her eyes fell to his sweatpants and lingered there, glossy, hungry. He felt something clench around him and realised his fingers were still inside her. Blushing a bit, Soobin took them off, musing if it would be too extreme to lick them. However, he was trying to avoid getting hornier, so maybe…

Before he could react, the oven beeped, warning them that the last tray of brownies was done.

If one year early someone told her she’d dream about her best friend’s dick, Y/N would die of laughter. Now, sweaty and frustrated, she woke up for the second time in two days ten minutes before her alarm set off… Thanks to a wet dream.

With Choi Soobin.

It was upsetting, really. She couldn’t stop thinking about it – couldn’t stop wishing he had let her help him too. Because his kisses and his fingers had made her feel so good, so it was only natural to want to return the kindness… Although, a tiny bit of her was thankful he set boundaries, for she wasn’t sure she could handle what would’ve happened. The way he said she left him with a hard on was enough to make her mouth dry, heart skipping a beat in some sort of… Elation. She felt proud, desired… Feminine. And it had been ages since she last felt such emotions.

It was dangerous.

Choi Soobin was dangerous, and she should thread him carefully.

She went to the gym, wasting her energy on the weights and cardio. Maybe if she got too tired, her body would finally let go of that ridiculous desperation towards her best friend. The mere thought of having his hands on her again, of having her hands on him too… She almost tripped on her feet while leaving the gym. Chuckling at her own embarrassment, she started walking back home.

Then, her phone chimed with a notification.

Breathing slowly, Y/N unblocked it.

[08:12]  🖤 💓 darling dearest 💓 🖤: good morning, darling

wanna grab breakfast?

im near ur house

[o8:12] y/n: good morning, my better half

i literally just left the gym dskflfksdkljsd

and im FAMISHED

as always, u read my mind

[08:12]  🖤 💓 darling dearest 💓 🖤: meet u at that bakery around the corner?

[o8:12] y/n: sureeee

With a satisfied smile, she was glad for finally spending quality time with Yeonjun. Since the whole ‘Trying to date Donghyuck’ thing, Y/N kind of prioritised Soobin’s company…

Now, she had a chance to be herself again.

The bakery they usually went when Yeonjun was with her was quite empty when she arrived. Getting a table near the big windows, she discarded her jacked and sat down, relaxing. Checking her e-mails, she quickly answered two urgent ones – which meant she could come to work a bit late, ‘cause her online meeting at 10am was cancelled.  

Soon, arms circled her neck and she heard the smack on the top of her head.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hello, dearest.” Y/N grinned. “Don’t kiss me when I’m sweaty, it’s gross!”

“I don’t mind it.” He chuckled, sitting in front of her. “Did you order something already?”

“Nah, I was waiting for you. What do you want?”

“Hmm… Coffee and something sweet. You?”

“Tea and something sweet.” She winked. “I’ll need scrambled eggs, though.”

“Milk tea?”

“You know me too well.”

However, instead of smiling back at her, Yeonjun frowned. “What’s this?” He pointed to the side of her neck, then down her collarbones that showed up a bit on her gym clothes.

“What?” Y/N tried to see what grabbed his attention.

“Is… It’s a fucking hickey?!” His mouth opened in pure shock, then stretched in a wide smirk. “Well, darling, you’re keeping secrets now?”

“N-no! It’s not like that!” She shushed him, flushing. “This is nothing.”

“Oh, really? Because all these years we’ve known each other, it’s the first time I’ve seen you with a hickey, so pardon me for not eating up your bullshit.” He rolled his eyes. “Soobin told me already.”

“Of course he did.” Y/N gritted her teeth.

“I mean, everyone kinda know there’s something going on. You guys aren’t exactly subtle.” Yeonjun chuckled, moving over the table to pinch her cheek. “Cuties.”

“There’s nothing going on! He’s just helping me out with…” Under his soft gaze, she hesitated.

“Is it still that excuse?”

God, she loved Yeonjun with all her heart, but sometimes… Sometimes he just really pissed her off. It was a rare occurrence, but when it happened, Y/N wanted to punch him right in the face.

“What excuse? He’s really helping me with Donghyuck.”

“I see.”

“You don’t believe me.” She pouted.

“I literally said ‘I see’!”

“You used your condescending tone.”

“It’s just because I don’t understand how him giving you hickies is gonna help with Hyuck, but don’t mind me.” He raised his hands in surrender. “So, how’s the conquest going?”

“Uh… Good. I mean, kinda good. We’re gonna try a new approach in a different ambient.” She sighed, not sure if she could voice out what happened two nights ago. “In a party, to be precise.”

“Oh, and why’s that? No, wait, let me order our food and you tell me everything.”

She smiled tenderly at him, the annoyance vanishing quickly. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I do.” He chuckled, standing up. “As you should.”

“Prick.”

“I love you too, my favourite drama queen.”

“Milk tea and the fudgiest chocolate muffin, please. Don’t forget the scrambled eggs!”

“Noted. I’ll be back in a second.”

Y/N stared at the street, trying not to let Yeonjun’s words worsen her confusion.

Working as a translator gave Y/N the advantage of flexible hours and working from home. What once felt like a benefit, now didn’t. She went about half a chapter before giving up. There was no use, her head just wouldn’t focus enough.

Opening the group chat with only her girl friends, she invited everyone for dinner. She needed some time away from Soobin, and needed some purely feminine company.

It was past eight when Felicia arrived. She was the last one, so they could finally declare that the night officially started – good wine, a huge charcuterie board, cheese and chocolate fondue… And…

Well, Soobin’s brownies.

Y/N made sure not to linger on that thought, not to let the memory of how she got them cloud her senses (again), because it went against the mood she had planned for the night.

And it would’ve worked if said boy could read her mind. Unfortunately, he couldn’t – for her phone vibrated and indicated a text message from him.

[21:12] binbin🐰: so u had breakfast with yeonjun…….

AND invited the girls over WITHOUT us

(gyu and i)

[21:12] y/n: yeah, i did. why?

[21:12] binbin🐰: why do u hate me? 🥺

(us*, gyu is also pouty)

[21:12] y/n: where does this come from????

r u unwell?????

[21:12] binbin🐰: u havent talked to me the whole day

cant i miss my best friend?

[21:12] y/n: ofc u can

but u r never clingy

so i got concerned

[21:12] binbin🐰: well, im clingy now

[21:13] y/n: oh

[21:13] binbin🐰: yeah

[21:13] y/n: id invite u but tonight’s strictly girls night

[21:13] binbin🐰: come over later

[21:13] y/n: cant

[21:13] binbin🐰: 😨

why??????

[21:13] y/n: idk when they’ll leave

[21:13] binbin🐰: idc

come anyway

She blocked her phone, feeling her stomach tightening.

“Well, that’s… Sweet, I guess?” Mimi murmured, staring at her.

“Were you reading everything?!”

“I couldn’t help but read.”

Y/N opened her mouth, torn between being offended or asking Mimi what ‘sweet’ actually meant. Obviously, seeing Soobin that night wasn’t a smart move.

“So, how’s the ‘Donghyuck’s Annihilation’ going?” Felicia questioned, bringing her back to reality.

“What kind of title is this?” She giggled.

“It’s more dramatic, which suits you.” Fel shrugged. “So…?”

“How’s ‘Soobin’s classes’ going, you mean.” Haena quipped.

“I’ll let you know Donghyuck and I sometimes talk to each other through DM’s, and I’ve been more comfortable around him, so it’s going pretty well.” Y/N cleared her throat, feigning indifference.

“Oh, that’s nice.” Felicia smiled. “Feeling comfortable around him is important.”

“Soobin thinks we should meet at a party, ‘cause the change of atmosphere might be good and might make Hyuck look at me differently.”

“Hmm… Makes sense.” Haena agreed. “But what about your shyness? Would you be ok with kissing him and even sleeping together?”

A quick flashback of what happened at Soobin’s kitchen made Y/N blush, but she played it cool. “Yeah, I think I’d be fine. Maybe I’d pass out from nervousness, but I wouldn’t hesitate.”

Haena stared at her for a second or two, sipping her wine. “Then I’m glad you decided not to listen to us and pursue your crazy plan with Soobin’s help.”

“Can we stop talking about this? Yeonjun also interrogated me today and I really wanted to have a night-off.” Y/N pouted. “Why don’t you girls talk about your love lives, for a change?”

“The biggest change here is you getting out of your shell, but ok.” Felicia pointed out, grinning.

“Ya’ll not ready for my girlfriend era.” She chuckled.

Matter of fact, Y/N wasn’t exactly ready for that herself.

Around midnight, she finally laid down, skincare routine done and warm bedsheets. Plugging her phone on the charger, she sighed and opened her chats. It was a new day, so she didn’t need to pretend not to think about Soobin and Donghyuck again.

[00:09] y/n: asleep?

It took her some minutes to get a reply.

[00:12] binbin🐰: im not talking to u

[00:12] y/n: why’s that?

[00:12] binbin🐰: u didnt come

[00:12] y/n: the girls left and i had to clean up the mess

[00:12] binbin🐰: u can come now then 😤

She pondered for a second, but the alcohol made her reckless – or she wanted to believe so.

[00:12] y/n: can i, sir?

how?

Soobin typed and erased a few times before replying.

[00:14] binbin🐰: ???

what the fuck do u mean

r we talking abt the same thing???

[00:14] y/n: probably not

[00:14] binbin🐰: im talking abt u coming downstairs

[00:14] y/n: im talking abt what happened the other night

Another pause.

[00:16] binbin🐰: y/n

[00:16] y/n: soobin

[00:16] binbin🐰: lets keep this convo PG

[00:16] y/n: i dont want to

[00:16] binbin🐰: why not?

[00:16] y/n: ‘cause im slightly tipsy and super frustrated and angry

u didnt let me suck u off and now im one step behind

what if hyuck wants me to suck him off?????

[00:16] binbin🐰: then u suck him off

[00:16] y/n: what if im not good at it?

[00:16] binbin🐰: bullshit

[00:16] y/n: how do u know

[00:17] binbin🐰: i just do

[00:17] y/n: how

[00:17] binbin🐰: u gonna have to trust me in this

[00:17] y/n: nope 😌

[00:17] binbin🐰: would i ever lie to u? no

so stop worrying and go to sleep

[00:17] y/n: im not worrying

im frustrated and angry

ill spend the whole night watching blowjob videos and taking tips

bc u didnt help me like u promised!!!!!

She was sure she crossed a line that wasn’t supposed to be crossed, but it was too late.

[00:18] binbin🐰: stop being a brat for once in ur life

i mean it

[00:18] y/n:  😌 nope 😌

The vibration caught her by surprise. ‘Binbin’ lighted up her screen like some kind of hypnosis.

“Don’t.” His voice cut the silence.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t watch porn, it’s not helpful at all.”

“It might be more helpful than you at the moment.”

He sucked in a breath the same way he did whenever Beomgyu got on his nerves. “How much did you drink? You’re not easily intoxicated, so stop with the attitude.”

“I drank enough to be bold and ask for it… Again.”

There was a tiny silence, then a sigh. “Tomorrow. When you’re fully sober.”

Tomorrow, it was.

When Y/N entered Soobin’s apartment the next night, she brought hot chocolate for them. An apology gift, if she was being honest, for bothering him with her needy rampage. Not that the ashamed feeling was enough to keep her dirty mind at bay.

Nonetheless, it was easier to pretend she was there to learn how to play Overwatch than to learn how to suck dick. Donghyuck wasn’t a League of Legends guy like Soobin, however, Y/N had no interest neither in one game nor the other – she only needed to know the basics so she could try to strike conversation and maybe actually join them in one of their gaming meetings.

Sitting at the chair beside his one, she listened to him explain about the history and purpose of the game. It was always endearing to witness how talkative he became whenever he talked about the things he liked, and so she couldn’t help but fondly let him go on with the monologue.

Some time later, they started playing, but Soobin was too close, his long fingers typing the controls with ease while his attention was glued to the screen. Y/N told herself she was only looking at his hand because it was necessary. She didn’t have any other thoughts on her mind but learning the commands. She didn’t care how good those slender fingers felt inside her.

She couldn’t possibly care less that they curled just right and reached her spot with as much ease as they typed the keyboard. She obviously didn’t mind the fact they weren’t inside her right now.

“Stop! You’re trying to distract me!” Y/N groaned.

“I’m literally playing for you.” He quipped. “How is this…”

“You keep moving in a quick pace, knowing I get distracted easily. I can’t focus!”

Soobin frowned, trying to understand her mood swing. “It’s not my fault we have to be fast!”

“Still.” She pouted, chin up.

In those days following their new agreement, Soobin learnt something about Y/n: she had quite a temper when horny – as if it offended her that she felt any type of emotion, something similar to the way she behaved whenever she was fighting back tears.

And her flushed cheeks could also mean anger, of course. It would make sense. However, her glossy eyes and dry mouth had nothing to do with anger.

How could he be so sure?

Because he felt as restless as her. The moment she showed up in a black satin pyjama set, he realised his mistake. Now he knew that she was pantie-less, and now he also knew what she looked like without any piece of clothing on.

And now he wanted to see her again.

“Why are you so antsy?”

“I’m not!” Her pout grew bigger and he couldn’t help but grin. “Why are you smiling?”

“You’re cute.” He chuckled. “Come, try it instead.” Putting his hands over hers, he guided the mouse through her. “Press this for shooting.” He indicated once again, moving his finger over hers. “Like this. Good.” His voice dropped an octave. “Focus, love.”

He felt the shivers on her skin, and desire shot through him too.

“H-How do I enter there?” Y/N gulped as he pushed some hair off her shoulder.

“Use the mouse.” But instead of moving with her, he let go, lightly tracing her arm from the wrist to her elbow. “Atta girl.”

Fuck.

Any resolve of focusing vanished after those two words. Y/N felt her stomach tightening, heart picking up a beat. “What now?”

The proximity was tempting, and Soobin found himself giving in.

“While gaming… Things can get freaky.” His voice was low and raspy, enticing. “And people can get creative, you know? Maybe cockwarming, just to spice things up. Or a blowjob…”

Was it supposed to make her mouth water like that?

“Would you ask me to?”

Soobin held the impulse of correcting her, of reminding her this wasn’t about him, but Donghyuck. However, since he was the teacher, he told himself it made sense. “Do you want me to?”

Her chest rose with a deep intake of breath, as she tried to find her own voice. “Yes.” His lips found the column of her neck, leaving love bites all over. Y/N moaned, tightening her hold on the mouse. “Bin, I can’t concentrate.”

“Shall we move it to the bed?”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Leaping from her chair, she found some comfort in the mattress. Soobin chuckled, closing the game and following her. Matching her eagerness, he kissed her in an urgent pace, trying to placate whatever hunger grew within him recently – whenever he had his hands on Y/N, to be more precise.

It didn’t take much for their bodies to intertwine. Hips against hips, they moved in synch, chasing some kind of relief. Touching her under the pyjama shirt, he scratched from her lower back to her waist, then rested on her boobs, cupping them.

His touches and the friction made her belly tug, her panting growing more erratic by each second. “Bin, Bin, wait. Wait.” She tried to stop, but her body had a life of its own. “I shouldn’t…”

“What?” Pinching a nipple, he relished on her breathy moan.

“Oh, please, don’t.” Her hands came to his shoulders, ready to push him off, but instead they just clawed against his t-shirt. “I’m supposed to be giving you a blowjob, not humping you like a needy teenage girl.” But it was so good. So, so good. “I can’t come now.”

“What if I want you to?”

Yes. “No, please.” Y/N groaned, the words escaping without control. “If I don’t have your dick in my mouth any time soon, I might honestly go berserk.”

“That bad?” He couldn’t help but chuckle, a small smirk gracing his face.

“That bad.” She agreed. “You don’t understand, I thought about it since…” Well, fuck, she was already in too deep, so she better make the best of it. “Ever since the kitchen episode.”

God, she made it hard for him to resist. “Really?”

“I even had wet dreams about it.” Y/N stole a peck. “Twice.” Another one. “So, you see, this is quite serious. I’ve been frustrated and horny… And now I’m so wet and bothered I might cry if I don’t get to suck you in less than two minutes!” She wasn’t lying, for her eyes turned glossy.

Donghyuck was going to be a fucking lucky bastard.

“Hey, no.” He held her cheek tenderly, pecking her lips too. “No need to cry, I’ll give it to you.”

“Now?”

“Now.” Soobin stole one last kiss. “On your knees for me, love.”

Y/N admitted she never loved such words as much as she did then.

Getting between his legs, she pushed his t-shirt up until his belly button. The outline of his underwear showed, and her mouth watered. Leaning down, she peppered feather kisses on the skin above it, feeling his abs hardening. It made a rush of power and satisfaction wash through her, elated for getting him that way. Tugging at the hem of his trousers, she pushed them down, bringing the underwear too – and she gulped at the sight.

Well…

Oh.

Well, God help her, for that man was handsome in every angle.

His dick sprung free, big, rosy, hard and veiny. And she didn’t waste any more time, welcoming him inside with a smooth, swift move.

Full on her mouth, heavy on her tongue, salty on her taste buds, Choi Soobin was perfect. Y/N wasn’t sure what made her wetter: finally sucking him off, or the way his head was bent backwards, throat exposed as his Adam’s apple bobbed with the moan he let out.

“Fuck, love, it’s so warm.” He rasped. “I’ll tug at your hair now, ok? So I can set a pace. Or do you want to do this alone?” He looked down and she shrugged, quite unsure of what to choose. “Let’s do it together, then. I want you to feel comfortable too.” Threading his fingers on her hair, Soobin pushed her head down a bit. “Open up a bit more, love, let me go deeper.” She obeyed. “Like that, yeah.” He closed his eyes for a second, relishing on the feeling. “Are you alright?” Y/N tried to answer, a muffled ‘mhm’ coming out instead of a ‘yes’. “Good. Do you think you can handle a bit of gagging? If I thrust and it hits your throat, will it be ok?”

He was so gentle with her, it was really sweet… But Y/N didn’t mind roughness. Replacing her lips with her hands, she swallowed a bit of drool. “We can try.”

“Tap my thighs if you feel any discomfort.”

“Don’t mind me, just let me make you cum.”

She lazily sucked his tip, jerking him off as she pondered the best way to take all of him. Relaxing her jaw, she let go with a ‘pop’ and took a deep breath before fully sucking him again. The grip on her hair tightened, forcing her head down with more strength than before. His dick slid easily, as if her mouth was made for him, welcoming his length.

“Fuck, love.” He groaned, borderline insane. “Fuck. Keep going.” Each time she bobbed up and down, she took a bit more of him until the gag came. Tears burned her orbs and her throat closed, making her cough loudly. “You good?”

“Good.” Y/N agreed. “Let me try again.”

“Are you sure?”

“Guide me.”

He moved forward, crowding over her and holding her jaw. “Breathe through your nose and hold it each time you sink. It helps.” He caressed her lower lip. “Here, try with my fingers.” She opened, feeling his thumb first, sucking on it slightly. Then, he took it off and gave her his index, so he could go further. His digit was slender, bony, but she felt the gag anyway. “Don’t breathe as you go down, love. Right, take it easy.” Y/N obeyed, holding her breath. “Like this, yes, perfect.” She reached for his dick again, mimicking what she was doing on his finger. “Fuck.” He let out an amused laugh, raspy and short. “Can I add one more?”

She shook her head, welcoming another one. It was honestly easier that way, but at each stroke of her wrist, she grew restless – she wanted to taste him again, wanted to hear his grunts, and see the way he looked like when he came. So, instead of waiting for him to tell her what to do next, Y/N pushed his hand away and focused on his cock. Soobin remained quiet, letting her do whatever she wanted. She gathered some saliva, spitting on his tip and smudging it with her thumb. He held back a groan, fluttering at the feeling of her caress.

“I wanna do it now.”

“Go on, then.” He barely finished speaking when she started sucking him again. Keeping in mind how and when to breathe, she was able to take him easier than before. Soobin’s eyes darkened, enamoured by the sight. “Like this, go slow. No need to rush.” She looked at him through her lashes, encouraged by his words. Drool pooled on her mouth, making her gag just a tiny bit when she got past half of his shaft. “You’re doing so good.” He praised. “So good for me, love.” It was enough to keep her going, a little more confident than before. He finally hit her throat and she gagged, but instead of stopping, Y/N bobbed her head up and down once again, trying the pace and the whole move. “Fuck, I might need you to suck me off every day now.” He chuckled, reaching for her hair again, not forcing her face, but keeping some kind of pressure there.

Y/N really did her best. Every time he hit her throat, she ignored the discomfort and the tears, because the pretty, quiet moans he let out were too divine for her to care about anything else. However, as his hips started moving on their own, the quicker they got, the harder it was to conceal her breathing… So, she had to stop. She decided to focus on the tip, sucking and licking at it, while her hand pumped his shaft up and down.

“Where?” His voice came out strained. “Where should I come, love?”

She frowned, pondering. Unbuttoning her shirt would take ages, so the most logical place was… her mouth. Well, she couldn’t deep throat yet, but she obviously could swallow. Besides, she knew boys liked stuff like that. Not bothering to answer, Y/N sucked him with renewed disposition.

It was the way she refused to step back, warm palm against his skin, delicious and wet lips on his tip… Soobin had been waiting for that since the kitchen episode. So, when his orgasm washed over him, he wasn’t sure what felt better: the sheer pleasure of finally cumming, or the whole experience. At the moment, it wasn’t his best friend between his legs ‘trying’ a blowjob so she could do it on her future boyfriend. Y/N was a pretty girl with a perfect mouth and an eagerness to please that would make any boy weak on the knees.

And when their eyes met, the lustful haze not as thick as before, Soobin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so satisfied with just a blowjob.

“Sorry I couldn’t take it all.” She broke the silence, disappointed. “I wish I…”

“Don’t worry.” He cut her off, ready to say ‘We can try again next time’, but the words died before reaching his tongue. There wouldn’t be a next time. She was supposed to do it with Donghyuck, not him. However, it wouldn’t be the same. Donghyuck probably didn’t have a big dick like he did. It was such a petty thought, but it was better than acknowledging the pang of jealousy Soobin felt at the perspective of Y/N deep throating his friend. “You were perfect.”

The small smile that graced her lips made his heart clench. “Oh, you don’t have to…”

“Trust me. You never got a blowjob, so trust me.”

She chuckled. “Alright.”

And because he was still in a haze thanks to the pleasure, Soobin pulled her up by the hand. “C’mere, let me take care of you now.”

Y/N went to him like a moth to a flame, without resisting. Their mouths collided as she sat on his lap, melting on the kiss, burning with it. Before he could lay her down and finally get those pyjama’s pants off, someone knocked on the door.

“Yo, bro, what are you doing?” It was Beomgyu’s voice. “You’re marked as ‘away’ on the group chat, but… Oh. Ohhh.” He giggled. “Is Y/N in there?”

Y/N shook her head in fear, signalling a ‘No’. Beomgyu wouldn’t let her live if he knew he interrupted them… And she wasn’t in a good mental state to take the blow.

“No. I was just watching anime.” Soobin thanked God his voice sounded normal.

“Ah, alright. How about LoL?”

“Coming right in.”

“Ok!” They heard his steps vanishing towards his own room, and sighed.

“I better go, then.” Y/N tried to stand up.

“Wait, no. Why?”

“I don’t want to see Beomgyu now, and you gotta focus on your game.” She cleared her throat, forcing a smile. “C’mon, don’t be difficult.”

“Alright.” He sighed again. “Alright.”

Trying to avoid any embarrassment, she reached for the door, pondering what to say.

“Thank you, though. It was… Really nice.” Oh, how cringe!

“The pleasure was mine. Literally.” His eyes got smaller as he grinned.

“I’m glad.” She glanced at him one last time. “Night, Bin.”

“Night, love.”

Y/N’s breath caught, the nickname ringing in a different tune now. Almost bolting out of the room, she took the stairs instead of the lift, desperate to be alone.

She needed to get Soobin out of her system, and the slick mess on her pyjama’s pants had to be addressed by thoughts of tanned skin, adorable moles and a heart-shaped mouth… Although her mind kept recalling a roguish smile and dimples – which was annoying, since they belonged to…

Felicia and Y/N had left the Pilates’ class ready for their Friday brunch. She liked spending time with her friends, she recharged in their presence; however, this time she just wanted to be quiet. She had no idea of what to do with her thoughts, the flashes of last night occupying much of her head and making it so hard to focus on anything else.

“You’re not even listening.” Fel sighed.

“Of course I am!” Y/N retorted.

“So what was I saying?”

She gulped. “You were…” Luckily, her phone vibrated with a new message. Shaky hands, she ignored the tighten on her heart at the name on the screen.

[11:28] binbin🐰: party tomorrow

time to try our new strategy

Tomorrow.

Oh.

“What is it? You look… I don’t know, stunned?!” Felicia frowned.

“Soobin texted. A-apparently I’ll try to seduce Hyuck tomorrow.” She looked at her friend. “I might… I might kiss Donghyuck tomorrow, Fel.”

“And this is good, right?”

“Of course!” She smiled.

It was. Despite de unsettling feeling on her stomach.

Working went as smoothly as she could make it, now with two growing worries haunting her. Mimi noticed she was acting weird and called for help, which came by the form of take-out and Choi Yeonjun. There was nothing her darling dearest couldn’t mend, heal or sort out.

They were in the middle of an ‘Attack on Titans’ episode when she broke the news.

“I’ll try my next step with Hyuck tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Yeonjun turned to her, interested.

“Yeah.”

Something in her expression made his heart clench. “You nervous, darling?” He asked softly.

Eren’s screams while fighting against titans were a great demonstration of how Y/N felt the whole day. She was confused, frustrated and anxious.

“Nervous, yeah.”

“Why?”

“Got a lot on my mind.” Y/N took a deep sigh, cheeks flushing. “With Soobin things are easy. I don’t feel anxious, nor insecure. On the contrary! I feel… Seen. Cared for. Special. It makes sense, right? He’s my best friend.” She shook her head, as if trying to sort her thoughts. “I-I know what you’re thinking: friends don’t… Friends don’t do what we do. But he is just helping me, because I am desperate. I still like Donghyuck. I really do.”

“I know, darling, you don’t have to explain anything.” Yeonjun took her hand, giving it a tender squeeze. “I believe you, and I’m always on your side.”

The thing was… She was starting to doubt herself.

part two out now!

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Playing With Fire - Moving On

A/N: So this is my first crack at Chicago fire fanfiction, so don't judge too hard, alright? This will unfold from the beginning of season three, so if you haven't watched it yet, but plan to; SPOILER ALERT! I tried to follow along with the storyline of the show, but some things have been changed. Shout out to my superawesome beta @thorne93​, you rock! 

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Beth (OFC) 

Warnings: Language probably. 

Wordcount: 2065

MASTERLIST

The world was spinning when Beth woke up the next morning, so she decided it wasn't even worth it to open her eyes. That's until she remembered how the night had ended, and her eyes flew open. 

“Oh thank god,” she muttered when she learned she was alone in her bed. For a while she just lay there in silence, listening for any sounds in her apartment, when she was certain that she was alone she decided to get up. Groaning, she rolled out of bed and threw a blanket around her shoulders before she padded to the kitchen in need of water, Advil, and bacon.

She furrowed her brows at the little note on her table, her tired and puffy eyes having a hard time concentrating on the words. 

 Thanks for a fun night! Sorry to sneak out before dawn, but duty calls. I realized that I didn't get your number, so I'm gonna leave you with mine just in case you want a re-run. No pressure. 

- Jay   

Beth groaned as she balled up the paper. “Nice jobb, dumbass,” she scolded herself.

Thanks to the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed last night, her nerves were fried, so when there was a knock on the door, she jumped. For a second she just stared at the door, very annoyed with the person on the other side of it. 

“Good morning, player,” Gabby greeted in a chipper tone, smiling from ear to ear. “You look like shit,” she added as she handed Beth a cup of coffee she had brought for her. 

“I look better than I feel then,” Beth mumbled as she took the styrofoam cup from her friend. She didn't even invite her in, just turned around and started making her way back to the kitchen. 

“You alone?” Gabby asked, tentatively looking around the small apartment. 

“Why?” Beth asked, snapping her head around so fast she thought she might throw up. Damn hangover. 

“You know Jay works with my brother right?” she deadpanned. “Plus, Otis and Hermann were still at the bar when you two left. So was Kelly - my roommate,” she summarized.

“Gossip spreads faster through a firehouse than it does through my family. I'm impressed,” Beth said with annoyance in her voice. 

“Tell me about it,” Gabby agreed. “Look… I had Matt drive me downtown to get your car-” she handed Beth the keys - “He's outside and we really have to get to work. I just wanted to get you your keys and check in.” 

“Thanks,” Beth said softly. “I'm good. A little embarrassed, and a lot hungover, but I'll live.” 

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Gabby assured. “You are both consenting adults, nothing wrong with having a little fun.” 

“I know. Just thinking that getting over someone by getting under someone else might not be the best plan of action,” Beth said with a dry chuckle. 

“Fair point,” Gabby agreed. “Look, can we catch up later?” She was clearly stressed and in a rush to get to work, so the two said their goodbyes and then she was out the door. 

Beth threw back some Advil, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and then went straight back to bed, hoping she would be able to sleep away the hangover before she had to be at work that afternoon. At least she knew that everyone at 51 would be working that night so she wouldn't have to run into any of them. And by any of them, she meant one in particular. 

***

A couple of days went by without Beth really socializing with anyone. She hid in her apartment as much as she could, still sort of embarrassed by the events of the other night. 

That night there was quite the crowd at Molly’s, so Beth was more than a little relieved when Gabby showed up to help out. It was crazy busy, but it didn't take long before Beth realized that something was up with her friend. Behind Gabby’s beautiful smile, there was a hint of sadness and at the first opportunity, Beth dragged her friend to the end of the bar so they could talk privately.

The past two days had been crazy. Mills and Brett, the two EMTs, had been kidnapped, but ultimately found in one piece. Chief Boden and his wife, Donna, had their baby, but little Baby Boden had some complications and was still being treated at the hospital. Kelly had broken things off with his wife and sent her back to Florida. It was a lot of information to get all at once, but they didn't have time to go into too much detail. 

“And today, this gorgeous blonde comes trotting into the station on ten inch heels, looking for Matt. I ask her what it was about and then she hands me his phone and announces that he had left it at her place when he left that morning,” Gabby explained, finishing up the tale of crazy that had been going on. 

“What?!” Beth exclaimed. “He cheated on you?” 

“No. Turns out it was Severide’s bimbo and Matt had just crashed on the couch,” she said. “I'm just.. I think I'm just starting to realize that we’re not gonna make it through this,” she concluded with a heavy sigh. 

“What are you going to do?” Beth asked, trying not to put too much thought into the whole Kelly part of the story. 

Gabby just shrugged, and before she could say anything else, Jay walked up and interrupted them. “I'm gonna go- uhm - be somewhere else,” Gabby said awkwardly before hurrying away. 

Beth had dreaded this moment since the other night. She wasn't really a one night stand kind of girl, so this situation was a little unfamiliar to her. “Hey,” she said a little awkwardly. Jay’s smile was very charming as he greeted her back. “Gabby just filled me in on what's been going on. Seems like you’ve had a few busy days,” she noted. 

The intelligence squad that Jay worked for had been the ones that helped find Brett and Mills. “Yeah,” he nodded. “But we got them back in one piece, and the bad guys are behind bars, which is all that matters.” 

“Good job, Detective,” she complimented. “Can I get you a drink?” 

“I'm actually on call,” he said simply. “I just came by to say hey. Maybe see if you have any plans tomorrow?” 

Fuck. “Look-” Beth started, not really knowing what to say. “I had a really great time the other night-” 

Jay cut her off. “But you’re not really looking for anything right now,” he finished without any accusation in his voice, still with that charming smile on his face. 

“It's just that I'm trying to get over someone and I don't think using you as a rebound is fair on either one of us,” she tried to explain. Jay was smart, kind, and funny, and under different circumstances she would be all over this. However, right now wasn't the time for them. 

“Lieutenant Severide?” he asked. Beth didn't answer him, but he definitely knew. “Alright then. We still good?” 

“I hope so,” Beth said. 

He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to her cheek before saying goodbye and heading back to work. 

***

The evening went by in a hurry and before they knew it, Gabby was shooing the last of the customers out the door, locking it behind them while Beth grabbed them each a beer so they could finish the talk they started on earlier. 

“I have to get out of Matt's house,” she suddenly said. “Two months ago, if that girl had shown up at the firehouse like she did today, my first thought would have been that there's a reasonable explanation here. Now, though, my first instinct was that he had cheated on me and I - I don't know. I'm just thinking that it's already over between us.” 

Beth didn't really know what to say, but she had seen how they had struggled for the past couple of months. “If you need a place to crash, my door is always open. And my couch is surprisingly comfortable,” she offered. 

“Thank you,” Gabby said with a half hearted smile. “Tonight?” 

“Absolutely,” Beth said, pulling her friend into a hug. “And for the record, I think that you and Matt will figure this all out. Maybe not right away, but I do believe in the two of you.” 

“You’re a good friend, Beth.” 

Both of them were more than ready to call it a night and go back to Beth’s for some much needed rest, but it turned out that the evening wasn't quite over for Beth yet. 

When they stepped out of Molly’s the first thing they saw was Kelly, leaning against his blue Mustang, waiting for her. 

“You have a minute?” he asked, looking at Beth as he pushed himself off of the car and taking a few steps closer to them. 

Beth fished her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Gabby. “I'll be right there,” she assured. 

“You sure?” Gabby questioned, looking between Beth and Kelly, but when Beth nodded her head, she turned on her heel and walked away. 

“What's that about?” Kelly asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. 

“Not my place to say,” she stated simply. “Why are you here?” It was a chilly night and Beth tugged her jacket tighter around her body to shield her from the cold wind. 

“I just wanted to apologize for the other night. It wasn't my place to say anything.” 

“Apology accepted. That all?” she asked coldly. 

Kelly didn't say anything, his mind busy searching for words he couldn't find. 

“Alright then. Good talk,” she said sarcastically as she took a few steps backwards before starting to turn away. 

“No. Wait,” he said, making her stop in her tracs. “You said that you hoped we could find a way to be friends down the line… Guess I just needed to know that I didn't fuck that up.” 

“You didn't,” she assured. “But we’re not there yet. At least I'm not.” 

“Anything I can do to help you get there?” he wondered, taking a few steps closer to her. He desperately missed her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her touch. He knew that he had ruined any chance of a relationship between them, but he couldn't stand the thought of losing her completely. 

“Space and time, just like I asked for. I told you that as long as you’re seeking answers at the bottom of a bottle-” 

“I promise you that I'm done with that,” he vowed, cutting her off. 

“So you weren't out with Matt - two days after your wife left- getting drunk and crawling into someone else's bed?” She wasn't angry at him, but the accusation and jealousy in her voice was clear as day. 

“That's different,” he defended. 

“I shouldn't have brought that up,” she said quietly. It had nothing to do with them really, and it wasn't like she hadn't done the same thing with Jay. 

“That's okay,” he assured. 

“Look,” she said with a deep sigh. “Honestly, I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything that happened between us, and what happened after.” 

“What are you saying?” 

“That I care about you,” she admitted, looking up into his eyes. “Probably more than I should. And I have no idea where to go from here.” 

Hope rose in him at her words, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Beth, I'm not the kind of guy that shows up in the middle of the night to make amends. I care about you too, a lot.” It was so great to finally get that off his chest, to finally admit to her how he felt. 

“Yeah. You showed me just how much when you went to Vegas and married the first girl you met,” she accused. 

Now he was confused again. “I made a mistake, Beth,” he pleaded. 

“I can't do this,” she said, slowly taking a few steps backwards. “I hope we can be friends one day, Kelly. I really do. But I can't do this dance with you right now.” She shook her head as she turned around and started on the short walk home, not stopping or looking back as he called out her name. 

Tags: @campingmonkey @deansgirl215 @thevelvetseries @graniairish 

[twofacedwritings]

Freedom

TW: drug, alcohol, and gambling addictions. Depersonalization It should've been easy, letting Dyl--no. Ace go. It's not like there was a mind attached to the body before, so there is no reason to get sentimental about it. Sure, its plans require a lot more work, now that it doesn't have a trustworthy middle man, but what's a few sleepless nights when its so close to its objective?

...It will miss the kitchen, though. Dylan's apartment had everything. A pressure cooker, a sous vide, a proper working oven... Dylan could make anything and everything. Sometimes, it made sure to bring food from Dylan's place to its own just so it could have a decent meal.

Logically, it could try cooking in its own kitchen. Sure, it might not have all that fancy stuff but... no. Cooking was more Dylan's thing. Just like everything else.  Fashion, socializing, reading, watching movies... dating.

No, don't think about that. It shook its head. Mortum still hasn't gotten back to it yet. Maybe... for all it knew, the doctor prefered the real Dyl-- Ace. It makes sense. Dylan is everything that Kirse isn't.

And Ace is even more so. He’s handsome. Charming, flirty and funny. He’s an amazing cook and fights well even without any boosts. And despite having the body of a greek statue, he has a way of making people feel better about themselves. He’s alive. A real person.

That's all the more reason it had to let him go.

A sharp knock on its door startled it out of its thoughts. No one knows where it lives. No one should... It reached out, trying to feel for the mind on the other side.

A familiar mind. Much fuller than when it last saw him. It immediately recoiled, then ran to open the door. Think of the devil and he shall come.

"Hey." Ace's low voice sent shivers up its spine. It never knew the actual affect of hearing that voice rather than speaking with it. No wonder so many were charmed by it; like warm honey poured into spiced rum.  Those deep hazel eyes widened and he flashed one of those bright, disarming smiles. "...Oh my god, you are so cute and adorable."

"How did you find me?" It squared its shoulders, not that it would really do anything to intimidate. Aikido lessons agreed well with that body and Ace easily has two feet over it.

The smile faded. "Really? How many times have I been over the past few months?" Ace rolls his eyes, pushing past Kirse.

"Hey!" It clenches its fists, ready to-- it stops, catching a rich, warm smell. Spiced, but not spicy. "That was before you... came back."

"And you never really wiped my mind of that."

"There wasn't a mind to wipe."

"Details. Point is, I remember a lot of what you did in my body." Ace sets down the bag on the kitchen table.

It winces, memories popping up. Clandestine deals,  contacts, meeting Shroud again... kissing Mortum at the gala...

"It's fine. I get it. I'm not mad." He turns to look at it, a knowing look in his eyes.

"I'm the telepath here." Kirse murmurs as it goes to get plates and utensils. "So why are you here?"

"Aren't you the telepath?" A smirk tugs at Ace's lips. But he doesn't let the joke linger. "...You uh... eaten yet?"

"That's not an answer, Ace." It looks over, weary. "...If you want to kill me, then you know why you'd fail."

"I promise I don't mean any harm by you. Look, I..." He runs his hand through his hair now, sitting down with a sigh. "...Sucker was right about me. No friends, no family, no nothing." He paused, and Kirse took that as a sign that it had to speak.

"So? You're free now. You can make more friends. You're good at that."

"No, you are. No one gave a damn about me before..." He pales and unconsciously rubs his wrists. It doesn't pressure the point. "But when you're piloting, I'm better than I used to be. I'm... charming. Funny. I had a boyfriend, for crying out loud. I've never had one."

"...You do now, though." It turns to start unpacking the bag. It doesn't want to think about Mortum, the doctor with the brilliant mind, how adorable he can get over the strangest things, how excitable he can get and-- shit, it doesn’t want to think about him!

"No, you do. He's been calling, by the way, asking where the hell you are." He pauses, studying it carefully. "...You forgot to give him your number, didn't you?"

...Oh. That explains one thing. "...But you're back in your own mind now, you could--"

"Oh for--" Ace reaches over to grab Kirse's arm. It tenses, looking at him with caution; it takes willpower to not hit him in the face. "The guy that he loves is you. I'm just the body, and you've done a hell of a lot better of a job being me than I have."

"So why are you here? To ask me how I did it? To  blame me for how bad you were before? To--"

"I want you back."

That made it stop. "What?" "Before you-- no, before the Sucker fried my brain, I was a nobody, okay? A loser. My dad told me I'd never amount to anything, and he was right." Ace's shoulders  slump. It could feel the memories running through Ace’s mind. An angry, older man shouting. The sting of fists and the smell of stale beer. A mother who looked away every time. A broken home burning.... It puts up its own shields, hard and firm. "I drank a lot. Partied even more.  People I was with mattered less than the fun I was having. Fuck, I even got boosted because I heard the high was like nothing else." He snorts. "Never should've trusted a flier."

"No, you shouldn't." It thought back to Herald, how easily he scooped it up... It’s a better memory to focus on, even if thoughts of Herald still bring up embarrassment.

"Point being... I had nothing. Even the boost didn't help much. Swapped drugs with gambling.  And I was good at it. Damn good. I was a winner, but it didn't matter because I needed to win more." Ace looks down at the ground, fingers twitching. “...I always needed to win more.”  He places a hand on his chest above the tattoo that Kirse'd put on him before, a pair of spades. It remembered the impulse it had to get it for Dylan.

"...I'm sorry." It turns, looking at Ace properly. He's not a puppet anymore, not a tool. And yet here Kirse was--

"Don't be. Seriously." Ace looks up at Kirse and his brows furrow. "I wanted this before Shroud killed me. You just... helped me get it. You helped me so much."

"I didn't do anything but use you."

"Then keep doing it. Please. I'm... nothing without you." It never knew what Dylan looked like pleading. Ace was defiant to his last moments, strong despite what Shroud did to him. But now... he looked so helpless.

It pulled back, flinching. "No. No, you're a person. You're alive, you have your second chance. You don't have to  be a puppet anymore! You're not a tool!" The more it spoke, the more worked up Kirse got. Dylan deserves better. Ace deserves better.  Better than what Shroud did and better than what it did.  "Hey, hey, no wait, I didn't mean it like that!" Dyl--Ace reaches over to take Kirse's hands. "I mean, let me be what you pretended I was. Your right hand man. My mind is an open book to you already. Let me help."

"But... why? A Re-gene, a cuckoo fried your brain."

"And another, you, brought it back." Ace slides off the chair onto his knees, head lowering until his forehead touched its knuckles. "I know what you have planned. I know what you want done. If you're going to destroy that place, let me help."

"...You're giving up your second chance." Kirse doesn't pull away. It can't deny things have been more difficult without Dylan. And it missed accessorizing, dressing up in beautiful clothing. But Ace isn’t Dylan. He’s more than that... he’s... "You can be more than a lackey."

"Well... long as Shroud and them who made her are out there, I've got a target on my back. Way I see it, the best way to get it off is to help you.  And in the meantime, I... we both can get better at this... being a good person thing. So... Unveiler, will you let me be your lieutenant again?" He moves its hands to his throat, looking up at it. Gone is the helplessness, the desperation.  Instead is determination, strength. The same fire that Kirse saw back when Mortum showed Dylan the recording of what he found.

"...You're insane." It sighs, but moves its hands up to smooth out Ace's hair. "...Fine. Don't disappoint me, Ace."

The man cracked a wide grin. "Name's Dylan now."

[yoursummerfrost]

Tagged by @bitsandshits ! And I’ll taggggg @abominableobriens @zombizombi @disarmd @samwell-womens-hockey @shipped-goldstandard @polyamorousparson @omgpbandj @blithelybonny @soundslikepenance

Answers under the cut because it’s loooong

1. Coffee or tea? Coffeeeeeeeee 2. Black and white or color? So. Much. Color.

3. Drawings or paintings? Paintings! 4. Dresses or skirts? Dresses 5. Books or movies? Fics > movies > books 6. Pepsi or Coke? Coke 7. Chinese or Italian? Italian! 8. Early bird or night owl? Suchhhhh a night owl 9. Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla ice cream, chocolate otherwise 10. Introvert or extrovert? Extremely outgoing ambivert 11. Hugs or kisses? Kisses :-* 12. Hunting or fishing? Neither, please :( 13. Winter or summer? SUMMER, which I am clinging to with my tiny queer hands 14. Spring or fall? Fall but only so I can wear bi flannels 15. Rural or urban? Urban, please never make me leave my city 16. PC or Mac? PC 17. Tan or pale? i am very pale lol 18. Cake or pie? Uhhhh icecream cake? 19. Ice cream or yogurt? Ice cream 20. Ketchup or mustard? Mayo 21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? Dill pickles 22. Comedy or mystery? Comedyyyy 23. Boots or sandals? Sandals 24. Silver or gold? Silver 25. Pop or Rock? ........pop-rock 26. Dancing or singing? Both at the same time 27. Checkers or chess? chess 28. Board games or video games? board gameeeesss 29. Wine or beer? Wine 30. Freckles or dimples? Freckles 31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? honey mustard 3000% 32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? Body weight? 33. Baseball or basketball? Baseball because I’m sure N is gonna make me care wayyyy too much about softball soon 34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? Sudoku 35. Facial hair or clean shaven? So much facial hair please 36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? Cubes 37. Skiing or snowboarding? Skiing 38. Smile or game face? :D 39. Bracelet or necklace? necklace 40. Fruit or vegetables? veggies 41. Sausage or bacon? bacon 42. Scrambled or fried? scrambled 43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? daaark 44. Tattoos or piercings? Tattooooooooos 45. Antique or brand new? Brand new! 46. Dress up or dress down? Up!!! 47. Cowboys or aliens? Aliens 48. Cats or dogs? :3 49. Pancakes or waffles? Pancakes 50. Bond or Bourne? Bi Bond plz? 51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? Sci-Fi 52. Numbers or letters? Numbers 53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? Harry Potter 54. Fair or theme park? Fair 55. Money or fame? Money plz 56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? DISHES FUCK LAUNDRY 57. Snakes or sharks? Snakessss 58. Orange juice or apple juice? Orange 59. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset 60. Slacker or over-achiever? Both, simultaneously, at all times 61. Pen or pencil? Pen 62. Peanut butter or jelly? peanut butter 63. Grammys or Oscars? Grammys 64. Detailed or abstract? Abstract 65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? Essay 66. Adventurous or cautious? Adventureeee 67. Saver or spender? Spender 68. Glasses or contacts? Contacts for me, glasses on others 69. Laptop or desktop? laptop 70. Classic or modern? Modern 71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? Like, as a career? Both sound like hell. I’d rather hire a chef tho 72. Internet or cell phone? How can I have a cell phone without internet? 73. Call or text? Text 74. Curly hair or straight hair? Curls 75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? Either or 76. Spicy or mild? As much spice as I can handle (which tbf isn’t much lol) 77. Marvel or DC? Marvel in general but DC gave me Wonder Woman soooooo  78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? Rent 79. Sky dive or bungee jump? Bungee 80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? oreos 81. Jello or pudding? Jello 82. Truth or dare? Dare 83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? roller coaster 84. Leather or denim? leather 85. Stripes or solids? stripes 86. Bagels or muffins? bagels 87. Whole wheat or white? Wheat 88. Beads or pearls? Pearls 89. Hardwood or carpet? hardwood 90. Bright colors or neutral tones? bright coloooorrrrsss 91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? Can I be 22 forever? 92. Raisins or nuts? Nuts 93. Picnic or nice restaurant? Fancyyyyy af 94. Black leather or brown leather? Brown 95. Long hair or short hair? Short :D 96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? what 97. Fiction or non-fiction? fiction 98. Smoking or non-smoking? non-smoking 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? Realistically, talk first lmao 100. Asking questions or answering questions? Answering, plz slather me in attention 

[bitsandshits]

I got tagged in this so long ago and I saw it and forgot about it and nobody is surprised in the least

Thanks though @peppernine, @yoursummerfrost I’m gonna make you do it now (if you wanna)

1. Coffee or tea? Coffee 2. Black and white or color? Color for most art, but black and grey for tattoos 3. Drawings or paintings? oh god I don’t know, both? 4. Dresses or skirts? dresses, skirts invariably look weird on me 5. Books or movies? books 6. Pepsi or Coke? All pop is gross and idc what anyone says, it’s called pop 7. Chinese or Italian? Chinese 8. Early bird or night owl? APPARENTLY IM A MORNING PERSON NOW WHO KNOWS HOW THE FUCK THAT HAPPENED 9. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate 10. Introvert or extrovert? I’m a shockingly friendly socially anxious introvert, people are either shocked by how good with people I am or shocked to find out that I’m introverted and mad socially anxious, it’s a constant source of amusement for me 11. Hugs or kisses? how the fuck am I supposed to choose??? 12. Hunting or fishing? I straight up refuse to do either, but I guess if I really had to choose I’d fish. My grandpa is constantly disappointed that I wont anymore though 13. Winter or summer? mmmmMMMMM god fuck if I know, I guess summer???  14. Spring or fall? FALL IS MY SHIT 15. Rural or urban? Urban, I get bored easily 16. PC or Mac? PC 17. Tan or pale? If you’re asking me what I am, I’m a ginger and therefore Pale As Fuck 18. Cake or pie? Generally pie 19. Ice cream or yogurt? ice cream 20. Ketchup or mustard? ketchup but tbh, I’m one of those people that will put ranch on fucking everything 21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? all pickles are disgusting  22. Comedy or mystery? mystery, but comedy if it’s well done 23. Boots or sandals? boots, preferably of the leather variety 24. Silver or gold? Probably gold 25. Pop or Rock? hmmm I’ll say pop cause I’m really into Halsey’s and Kesha’s new stuff right now but punk is my true love 26. Dancing or singing? I can’t do either but I like to sing a lot anyhow 27. Checkers or chess? I don’t know how either works but I like reading about Harry and Ron playing wizard chess  28. Board games or video games? board games I guess but I don’t do either of these either 29. Wine or beer? I like the taste of wine a lot but if I’m going for feeling of inebriation, I find really vodka is where it’s at  30. Freckles or dimples? dimples, perhaps cause I’m full of freckles so it really doesn’t hold much appeal for me 31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? Look, ranch is where it’s at idk what to tell you 32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? lifting weights cause im not even strong enough for body weight anymore fuck 33. Baseball or basketball? basketball I guess, but the only sport I actually like is hockey 34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? crosswords 35. Facial hair or clean shaven? Clean shaven, only a very very few people can pull off facial hair tbh 36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? cubed 37. Skiing or snowboarding? these are both a solid way for me to break a bone/die 38. Smile or game face? smile! 39. Bracelet or necklace? necklace 40. Fruit or vegetables? vegetables 41. Sausage or bacon? bacon 42. Scrambled or fried? scrambled is the only way I’ll eat them 43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? I’m a baby, I can’t do dark chocolate 44. Tattoos or piercings? Oh man I have SUCH a thing for both but I’ll go with tattoos 45. Antique or brand new? I’m afraid to break either 46. Dress up or dress down? Dress up 47. Cowboys or aliens? Depends, are aliens as gay as cowboys are? 48. Cats or dogs? I have a cat tattoo if that gives you an idea 49. Pancakes or waffles? Waffles but only with chocolate chips and no syrup 50. Bond or Bourne? I have no idea what this is referring to 51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? Fantasy 52. Numbers or letters? Letters I guess, math can get fucked 53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? Harry Potter, no question 54. Fair or theme park? theme park 55. Money or fame? Money, I would hate being famous oh my god 56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? I’m currently putting off doing both, but in general laundry 57. Snakes or sharks? How could you make me choose??? Sharks, purely because they’re water animals 58. Orange juice or apple juice? orange  59. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset 60. Slacker or over-achiever? Over achiever in everything but school, where I’m a slacker 61. Pen or pencil? Pen 62. Peanut butter or jelly? peanut butter 63. Grammys or Oscars? ngl I’m not sure what either of these are for 64. Detailed or abstract? Detailed 65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? Multiple choice, I can usually guess pretty well even if I don’t know shit 66. Adventurous or cautious? adventurous as long as someone else is choosing the adventure 67. Saver or spender? saver 68. Glasses or contacts? glasses, on myself and other people 69. Laptop or desktop? laptop 70. Classic or modern? classic 71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? I desperately need both tbh 72. Internet or cell phone? internet 73. Call or text? text, I have trouble processing speech 74. Curly hair or straight hair? i fucking love curls 75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? heavily depends on my schedule  76. Spicy or mild? I’m a baby, mild as fuck 77. Marvel or DC? marvel  78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? rent at this point in my lief  79. Sky dive or bungee jump? I’m terrified of heights 80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? oreos 81. Jello or pudding? After putting jello in my hair for years, I will never be able to eat it again 82. Truth or dare? truth, I’m a wimp who will tell anyone anything 83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? roller coaster 84. Leather or denim? leather 85. Stripes or solids? Solids 86. Bagels or muffins? muffins 87. Whole wheat or white? Wheat 88. Beads or pearls? Pearls 89. Hardwood or carpet? hardwood 90. Bright colors or neutral tones? neutrals in clothing, bright colors otherwise 91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? older, unless I could be younger again but this time without mental illness 92. Raisins or nuts? Nuts 93. Picnic or nice restaurant? Nice restaurant 94. Black leather or brown leather? Black 95. Long hair or short hair? my hair currently goes down to the small of my back 96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? the... second one???? obviously??? 97. Fiction or non-fiction? fiction 98. Smoking or non-smoking? i fucking love cigarettes but I will never let myself smoke an entire one cause I refuse to allow myself to get addicted 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? I try very very hard to think first 100. Asking questions or answering questions? answering, I love talking about myself, please ask me questions  

[wfmaqh]

Jeannette

INT-Scene opens with Abby on the floor of her bathroom curled around the toilet. Playing with the palm of her hand.

 ABBY (V.O.)

Jeannette... That's all you remember, Her name. You don't remember why it was so special but if tracing out the ink on the palm of your hand was any indication of the gooie tingly feelings you woke up with, then hell yes it was important. And more important that the last two digits of her phone number had smudged off. 

 Camera pans to Abby’s hand and back to her face. Suddenly, she realizes how drunk she is and shakes a grimace.

 ABBY (V.O.)

If only I could get off this floor and- 

 Abby is cut off by Max entering the bathroom with a bag of McDonald's and gatorade in his hands

 MAX

Jesus, girl. You're a hot mess. Here.

Max passes the bag and drink off like a hot potato. Abby immediately tears through the bag. Cramming fries in her mouth.

 ABBY

Sometimes I wish I could marry you. 

 Max stands akimbo sashaying his hip- Leaning on the door

 MAX

I wish the feeling was mutual. When was the last time you got me McDonald’s when I was hungover?

 ABBY

 When was the last time you were hungover like this?

 Groggy arguing back

 MAX

That's not even the point.

(waving hands)

You seemed pretty  out of it when you got home. You kept going on about this    “goddess” you met. I wish I had snapped it. Girl, it was funny. 

ABBY

Well I got her number but…( shows Max her palm. With a look of desperation )

 MAX

Okay, I have a plan but let me finish my coffee and bring a pen and paper. 

 Abby looks back confused then feels like vomiting. Max turns to leave the room.

 MAX (Cont.)

This is your problem so,you can be my assistant but it looks like you need to pull yourself together.

 Abby slowly gets ready still a bit drunk trying to get a hold of herself, leaving the bathroom she enters the kitchen. The apartment has a lofty open feeling to it there is an island that Max is sitting at sipping from a paper cup scrolling through social media faster than he can even comprehend. Abby places the paper and pen near him. He slides it closer to him. Abby sits next to him. 

 ABBY 

So what’s your plan, oh great master. 

 MAX 

If you don’t want my help then…

 Max flashes a sparkle in his eyes that is devilish and Abby acquiesces. Max starts to scribble numbers.

 ABBY

Well, we can’t call 100 different combinations. That could take all day. 

 MAX

No, that’s insane. Look the first number looks like a 5. It could be a 3,7 or 2. The second number looks like a 6, which could be an 8 or 0. So that leaves us with 12 options. I’d say that’s progress. 

  Max begins typing the numbers 

  MAX(Cont.)

 Hi, this is Maxine from the Human Rights Campaign do you have a couple of minutes to talk about gay rights?

(pause)

 No, okay would you like to be put on the do not call list?

(pause)

Can you verify your name? 

(pause)

...Have a blessed day sir. Homophobic piece of shit.

   ABBY

I mean what did you expect? No one wants give money away for free. And why are you pretending to be ‘Maxine?’

  MAX

Oh my little Abby. So sweet.

 Max continues with the calls.Finally down to the last number we both took a deep breath as the phone rang. This time Max  puts the phone on speaker.

 MAX

Hi, my name is Maxine I work with the Human Rights Campaign. How are you today?

 JEANETTE

(quizzically)

  I’m good. How are you?

  MAX 

Good. Thanks for asking. I’m calling to see if you have a moment to talk about gay rights. Is now a good time?

 JEANETTE

Not really. But I already contribute and I’m not going to increase it at this time. Thank you.

 MAX

So would you like to add to your contribution?

 JEANETTE

 I just said no.

 Both Max and Abby are perturbed by this response.

 MAX

I’m terribly sorry. Can you confirm your name for our records?

 JEANETTE

Jeanette Issing, 602 W 185th Street, New York.

 MAX

Thank you.

(hangs up)

Sounds bitchy to me.

 ABBY

(nervous)

I wouldn’t say that. You did just cold call her.

 MAX

Whatever...Now you have her number so get to texting girl. Work some lady loving magic. I’m going to read my book and take a nap.

 Max leaves. Abby sits staring at the number catatonically trying to figure out if what to do next. She punches the number in her contacts.

 Fade to black “The Next Day”

 INT-Music store that Abby works at. It’s around 4 PM Abby stares at her phone trying to figure if she should send a text. The store if virtually empty but abby cautiously looks around. Abby starts typing 

 “Hey. It’s Abby I just wanted to see what you were up to tonight?”

Then deletes the whole text.

“Hey, sorry to bother you”

Then deletes the whole text.

“Hey, This is Abby from Steamy Bunny. I had a good time ;)”

 ABBY

You don’t even remember that night.

(Types again)

“This is ABBY from the other night. I wanted to see what you were up to?”

 Her finger hovers over the send button, wincing she presses send. And lets out a breath of relief. Dots begin appearing. 5 seconds passes.Jeanette’s message.

“Hey ;)” 

 ABBY

Holy shit!

 Abby looks around the store. Blushing. dots appear again. 

 “I’m teaching until 5:30 we could meet up for happy hour. Do you know Mel’s on Broadway?”

 Abby’s hands are a bit shaky she exits pulls up google maps and types in Mel’s 

 ABBY

111th Street! That’s gonna take me and hour. 

 Her manager pops up behind her.

 MANAGER

Hey.

Abby jumps slamming the phone down. Manager follows it with his eyes.

  MANAGER(Cont.)

It’s fine if you’re on your phone. No one’s in here anyways. 

 ABBY

Sorry, thanks. 

 She doesn’t even know why she’s apologizing.

 MANAGER

So.. Anyways. I was just going to let you off early.I’ll close up See you tomorrow.

 ABBY

I can stay if you need me to? 

  MANAGER

Avoiding plans you made?

 Manager turns and leaves visibility

ABBY (Cont.)

Shit. 

 Sighs and texts back

 “Sounds great. I’ll see you around 5:45?”

Dots appear

 “Works for me.”

 Abby goes to the back of the store and grabs her backpack and bike and begins montage.

 EXT-”Greenlight” by Lorde is playing. Abby bikes from Williamsburg with headphones. She riding across the bridge leisurely while speeding hipsters pass her but she doesn’t care. As she get on Houston she is cut off by a car song stops as she yells at them. Then continues on. Jumps to her biking on the west side highway at the chorus. Jumps to Abby staring at the large mountain cliff sighs has she struggles to bike up it. Finally arriving Mel’s She rushes inside a bit sweaty. She walks into the bar

  ABBY

Can I get a water?

 BARTENDER

ID?

 She sighs and hands him her ID, He rolls his eyes and gets a very fast non icy water

 ABBY

Thanks..

 Abby looks around the bar pretty busy with college students. In slowish motion Jeanette walks in. She has this gorgeous aura and Abby instantly remembered why she woke up with tingly feelings. Jeanette walks in and doesn’t recognize Abby and heads to the bar. She orders quickly and starts to look around. And spots Abby Then waves to her. Abby eagerly walks over. 

 JEANETTE

Hey. 

 Jeannette instantly hugs Abby catching her off guard. 

 ABBY

Sorry I’m a little wet.

 JEANETTE

(laughs in a sultry tone)

Well aren’t you forward.

 ABBY

(nervous laugh)

No! No, I biked here. I’m all sweaty and gross. 

 Abby avoids eye contact. The previous bartender walks up with Jeanette’ drink, vodka tonic

 BARTENDER 

Here you go Jenny. You know, we missed you the other night. 

(winking)

 JEANETTE

Ha, you’re just saying that to tease me. Anyways, Abby, first round's on me. What do you want? 

 Bartender sneers

 ABBY

Um, what kind of whiskey do you have?

 BARTENDER

(sighs)

Jack, Jameson, Wild Turkey...

 ABBY

Mmmm...I’ll just have a beer. Stella?

 Bartender leaves. Jeanette is sort of looking Abby up and down.

 JEANETTE 

You like whiskey?

 ABBY

Yeah. Most places don’t have what I want. But there’s this great place in Brooklyn-

 JEANETTE

(cuts off Abby, sarcastically.)

There’s always a ‘great place’ in Brooklyn.

   ABBY

You know, it’s not all hipsters. It’s actually owned by this nice guy named Steve. Plays great music. The food is awesome too.

 JEANNETTE

I guess you’ll have to take me some time. 

 She takes a sip of her drink. Abby nervously gulps.Bartender returns with beer. Slamming it down a bit. There’s an awkward silence. Both women sizing each other up.

 ABBY

So if I’m being honest, I don’t really remember the other night. 

 JEANETTE

Well, I’m not surprised.

 ABBY

Wait, what happened? You make it sound bad.

 Jeanette laughs whilst Abby swoons.

 JEANETTE 

Well…

(puts drink down)

I was going to the bathroom and there you were. You were on the floor , I think waiting for a stall  but you were pretty out of it. So I sat down next to you and we chatted. You looked like you were going to throw up but you didn’t. Anyways, you asked if we could hang out sometime and I gave you my number. Now here we are. 

    ABBY

Wow, sorry about that. That bathroom floor is not clean. You didn’t have to take care of me. 

 JEANETTE 

(laughs again)

That’s what you said then too. Listen, I  don’t think you would have gone home if I hadn’t found you. But I wouldn’t call that a proper introduction. 

(holds out her hand)

I’m Jeanette, you can call me Jenny. Nice to meet you 

 ABBY

(shakes her hand)

Abby-Nice to meet you sober. 

(chuckles)

 JENNY

So, Abby who drinks whiskey and lives in Brooklyn. What do you do for fun?

 ABBY

Fun? 

 JENNY

Yes, that thing people occasionally indulge in.

 ABBY

Um...I play guitar. So I like doing that when, I’m alone.

 JENNY

You don’t like an audience?

  ABBY

(earnestly)

I have a hard time palying when there are people around. It’s distracting.

 Jenny is distracted staring across the room at another woman.

ABBY (Cont.)

Jenny?

 JENNY

(shakes her head)

Sorry about-.There’s just someone I- I’ve just seen them around recently. 

 ABBY

Oh which one?

 Jenny points to a woman far away. 

 JENNY

(wanton)

Her name is Jeanie. 

 ABBY

She kind of looks familiar. How do you know her?

 JENNY

I’ve just seen her around before. 

 Jeanie catches to Abby looking across the room and begins to walk over. Jenny begins to act nervous. Abby is rather unfazed.

 JEANIE

Oh my god Abby!

 Jenny looks at Abby with confusion.

JEANIE (Cont.)

Shit it is you. Jeanie, we went to Pace together. Max and I acted together.

 ABBY

Oh? I think I remember you and Max did ‘Stop Kiss’ or something? You looked a little different. I guess I didn’t recognize you right away. 

 JEANIE 

(look of disappointment)

Yeah, I chopped off my hair. Who’s your friend?

 JEANETTE

(interjects with her hand)

Jenny, pleasure to meet you. 

 JEANIE

The pleasure is mine. 

 There is an awkward amount of hand touching, then Jeanie turns to Abby.

JEANIE (Cont.)

Abby we should hangout sometime. Max still has my number. Anyways I won’t keep you. See ya.

 JENNY and ABBY

Bye!

 Jenny turns back to Abby.

  JENNY

Sorry, you were saying... you played guitar?

 Music plays over them talking “tip of my tongue” Civil Wars. They continue talking as fast paced people move past them. Seemingly hours past.

 ABBY (V.O.)

I don’t think I knew it then but this was the start of something truly...messy.

 INT-Abby is asleep in her bed. Sunlight is pouring into the room. The decorations are miss mashing of odd strange things that don’t particularly match.  In the room bursts Eliza high energy and jumps on the bed effectively pouncing on Abby. Abby tries to hide underneath the covers and escape.

 LIZA

Wake up sleepy head. 

 ABBY

It’s a Tuesday at 8:00 AM. Why are you here? Don’t you have work?

 LIZA

For your information I have the evening shift and Max told me you were out late with a lady love and I want to hear all about it.

 ABBY

(defensive)

She’s not my ‘lady love’

 LIZA

Whatever...Are you gonna tell me about it or not? 

 ABBY

(pulls off the covers)

Will you buy me coffee from downstairs?

  LIZA

(rolls her eyes)

Fiannneee if you insist.  Get up you lazy bum!

 INT- Coffee shop. Both are seated Abby is cradling her coffee with sunglasses on. Liza is fast away texting a mile a minute.

 ABBY

(disdainfully)

New boy toy? 

 Liza is still paying attention to her phone.

 LIZA

Maybe you’ll find out. Maybe you’ll never know. 

 ABBY

Hmmm. Well you know I have to pre-vet him before you bring him around the boys. We can’t have a repeat of Michael. Jake near ripped his head off.

 LIZA

Yeah yeah. Jake won’t do anything stupid. I hope. 

(Places phone down)

Why are you wearing fucking sunglasses inside?

 ABBY

I had a long night and I don’t give a fuck. 

 LIZA

Because you were up all night with your new lady love?

(bats eyelashes)

 ABBY

(glows with embarrassment)

It’s not even like that, number one. And we were just talking most of the night. She’s nice, her name is Jenny. 

 LIZA

That’s not how Max describes it. Gimme your phone?

 ABBY

What for?

 LIZA 

Cause. Now hand it over. 

 Abby passes the phone over reluctantly. Liza types in the passcode

LIZA (Cont.)

I don’t even know why you bother with a passcode, when I know all of them. 

 scrolls through Abby’s texts.

“Hey winky face?”

LIZA (Cont.)

I wouldn’t call that nothing. 

 Abby snatches back her phone.

 ABBY

Stop looking through my texts. It’s nothing, Okay?

 LIZA

(puts her hands up defensively)

Okay! Jeez. Look I’m happy if your happy. If y’all are just friends I’m cool with it. Just don’t bring her around until you’re sure.

 ABBY

What’s that supposed to mean?

 LIZA

Remember Angie? Max harassed her all night. 

 ABBY

I remember. I’m still mad at him for that. She was nice. 

 LIZA

She was weird and you know it. 

 ABBY

Maybe not a healthy relationship but it worked at the time. 

 LIZA

Anyways, if you like this person, Jenny, then get to know her first. Okay? I don’t want you writing some love sick song about her and presenting it to her. 

 ABBY  

That only happened once. And you know  I’m sensitive about that. Listen, I will be careful. I’m fully aware of the fully beating heart on my sleeve. Mom!

 LIZA

I’m just looking at for you Tabs. Now, I’ve got to go make myself  look presentable for Juan.  I look like a damn bird lady. 

 ABBY

(shakes her head)

No you don’t. You look fine. 

 LIZA 

Thanks for the complement. Real confidence booster. 

 ABBY

You know what I mean. 

 LIZA

I know. I’m just teasing. 

 ABBY 

(stands up and hugs Liza)

Love you Liza. I’ll see you later

 LIZA

Love ya Tabs. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. 

 ABBY 

Like that means anything. 

 Liza shrugs

 INT-Scene opens on Max playing video games in their living room. Abby enters through the front room discarding her sunglasses and hoodie. She vaults over the back of the couch and sits next to Max leaning back and sighing. 

 MAX

So how was Liza? 

 ABBY

(indifferently)

Good. Why didn’t you come?

 MAX 

Coffee isn’t my thing 

  ABBY

I literally saw you drink coffee yesterday. 

 Max pauses the game and passes Abby the remote and they both begin to play “rayman”.

 MAX

You know,Liza and I haven’t exactly been on the same page since the whole thing with Jake. 

 ABBY

(very focused on the game)

You have got to let that go. I know Jake is your brother but that was forever ago and we All need  to move on. 

 MAX

It’s not that simple. Jake says he’s fine but he’s not. I haven’t invited him over in sooooo long. I just don’t want him to cause a scene. But I can’t cut him out of my life. He’s the only family I have. Besides I still think I can keep them separated for at least another 2 months. 

 ABBY

Oooo go back. secret level

 Tapping controllers.

 ABBY and MAX

Yes!

 ABBY

You know I love all of you guys but this has got to stop. This isn’t healthy for anyone. And I can’t be a buffer anymore. 

(pause) 

Why don’t we all get together for my birthday? We can invite John. 

 MAX

Ugh John. 

 ABBY

You know you love him. 

 MAX 

Not since he started dating what’serface. I see them all over facebook all gross and shit. When is the last time he hung out with us. Just us. 

 ABBY

Exactly my point. We should all get together. It will be hella fun. Pleease it’s my birthday!

 MAX

Fine, fine fine. But there better be lots of booze or I am not entertaining. This is my house too. 

 Abby’s phone buzzes in her pocket she pulls it out to inspect it. Text from Jenny 

“I get out of class in at 12 would you want to grab lunch? I had a great time last night. :)” 

Max shuffles in his seat realizing that Abby is still just staring at her phone. Abby doesn’t move for about 3 seconds just looking over the words.

 MAX

Ah Mah Gawd just say yes. Jesus! Let’s get on with our live’s

 Abby protectively pulls away her phone and feigned a shocked look.

ABBY

Ah! What have I said about over the shoulder text reading?

 MAX

(mockingly)

It’s an invasion of person space and boundaries and isn’t fair.

 ABBY

Yeah! The fact that you know how I feel about it should say something. 

 MAX

I’m just a curious cat. Now, are you going to text her so we can beat this level? I want a perfect 100 and no less.

 Abby types away fast then throws the phone to the other side of the couch.

 ABBY

(slightly demonic voice)

Let’s do this! 

 INT- Barnard College. Students are filing out of the lecture hall. Jenny is putting her books in her bag. She’s sporting fake reading glasses. Abby slowly tip toes into the lecture hall trepidatiously. Checking the students as she walks past. Abby walks up to Jenny.

  ABBY

Hey.

(looking down at a syllabus)

When you said you were a teacher I wasn’t expecting this. “Women’s studies a look through an intersectional lense.”

 JENNY

It’s just an Intro class they won’t let me teach anything above a 100 level until I’ve been here for a couple more years. But I like it. 

 Jenny smiles sweetly, a student walks up and stand patiently with her book to her chest, Jenny notices and looks towards the girl and the girl blushes.

 STUDENT 

Professor Issing, I was wondering if you might have some time to chat about the mid-term paper. I wanted to run an idea past you. 

 JENNY 

(cocks her hip and stares at her knowingly)

I am more than willing to discuss it at office hours. They should be listed on the syllabus. Or you can talk to My TA Gerardo 

 STUDENT 

(looks down)

Oh okay. I’ll stop by this week. See you then.

She smiles and looks up as she leaving then frowns at Abby.

 ABBY

(flustered)

So… should we get a sandwich?

 Jenny pulls her bag over her shoulder. And they begin to walk out.

 JENNY 

Don’t worry about her. I’m the youngest professor at Barnard. So they all think I’m available.

 ABBY

(nervous)

But you aren’t seeing anybody though?

 JENNY

Of course not! I mean I’m not available to them. I’m so not doing a student/teacher thing. I’m trying to get a promotion.  And I’m not going to fuck that up. Anyways, there’s great cart I like to go to. We can sit on the library steps since it’s such a nice day. 

 ABBY 

Sounds great to me. 

 EXT- at the cart. Abby and Jenny are grabbing their boxes of food 

 JENNY

Thanks Sammy. I’ll see you around. 

 SAMMY

Okay habibi. Stay safe, these people crazy out there. 

 JENNY 

Always.

 Jenny and Abby stroll along Broadway quietly before entering the campus. Abby looks around amazed. Enjoys her bewilderment. They climb to the top of the steps and sit opening their food.

 ABBY

Pace never had a campus like this or really even one at all. 

 Abby opens her box and pokes food.

JENNY

Well that’s what you get with a $9 billion endowment. 

(takes a bite)

But that doesn’t make it any better. Education is what you make it. You put in the effort then you’ll make out pretty well. Some of the people who go here don’t even have a  clue. 

 Abby looks down at her food. Sad.

JENNY(Cont.)

I’m sorry did I upset you?

 ABBY

No I just think sometimes I’m not on the right path to what I want to do. I have this expensive degree and I’m working at a music store for just over minimum wage. It’s just silly. 

 JENNY

Are you happy? Like on a day to day basis.

 Abby thinks for a moment.

ABBY

I’m happy with what I’m doing. I just don’t know about everything else. You know?

 JENNY

(puzzled)

I think that was the most vague nondescript answer I’ve ever heard. 

 ABBY

(laughs)

Sorry. You don’t want to hear about my melodrama. It’s not even about me. 

 JENNY

(sits facing Abby)

See this is the problem today. Women think ‘oh my problems aren't valid because they don’t speak to some higher purpose’. We can’t elevate the world around us without elevating each other first. So, tell me. 

 ABBY

(takes a deep breath)

I guess I want to play music, which is what I’m doing. I don’t want to be famous or anything I just like playing. Being at the store does give me some time to mess around. I used to be inspired but I was bad at writing things down. By the time I figured that out a system the lyrics kind of left me. But I also feel like I let my parents down because I’m not running some successful business. Which I don’t want to be doing. On top of that I’m trying to hold the balance between my best friends. They’re my family, I love them but they constantly make mountains out of mole hills and in some ways it’s valid but like they just can’t seem to move on. 

 JENNY

(nods head and hums)

So you’re friends can’t get over small bullshit?

 ABBY

Not exactly.Long story short my roommate's brother dated this girl in our friend group. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but we didn’t mind. The problem was Jake, the boyfriend, would get drunk and try to cause fights or get angry and leave, yell at his girlfriend for no reason. Of course Jake's brother is my roommate, Max, so, like I can’t avoid him. And honestly Liza, the girlfriend, did nothing wrong. She just broke up with him and it wasn’t mutual. So Jake is upset, still, this was a year ago. And Max blames Liza for breaking up with him. URGH! It just drives me crazy.

 JENNY

Wow, that sounds messy. So you’re stuck in the middle? Trying to be friends with all of  them. 

 ABBY

YES! And the worst part about it, is no matter what I say it’s like ‘yeah you’re right but that doesn’t change anything. And I’m just like ‘Damn can you just step back and look at your actions’. Like everyone is physically stressed out by this situation. 

 JENNY

I mean people can’t exactly change their feelings that’s what makes things like this messy. It’s illogical but it doesn’t matter because it just is. You can’t fix everyone’s problems, Abby. 

(reaches for Abby’s hand)

 Sometimes you have to take care of yourself.

 ABBY

(nervously swallows hard and stills)

You’re ...Right. I just want...things to go back to normal. If I had a time machine. 

 JENNY

(smiles)

Again you can’t fix everything. Even if you want to-

(looks at her watch) 

Shit I’ve got to get to class. But if you ever need to talk I’m here for you. 

 Jenny Embraces Abby in a deep hug.

 ABBY

Thanks. 

 They hug for a  long moment and Abby nuzzles into the crook of Jenny’s neck. Jenny pulls away and looks at Abby then kisses her cheek.

 JENNY

Maybe we can hang out in Brooklyn tomorrow I don’t have class then. 

 ABBY

That would be nice. 

 Camera pans out and up into the sky and fades into Abby’s notebook, she is writing words to song lyrics at the counter of the music store. While humming. The manager walks up to her peeking over her shoulder.

 MANAGER

Are you going to show me what you got there?

 Abby pulls away some not totally recoiling.

 ABBY

Maybe. It’s a work in progress. I’ll show you when it’s done. 

 MANAGER 

You know I can always lend an ear. 

 He laughs a little at his own pun.

 ABBY

Cute Ed.

(Pause) 

Fine but, I’m not singing I’ll just show you the guitar parts. 

 They walk over to the stands, Abby pick up a cream colored Telecastor.And plugs it into the amp(fender deville) she plays a soft finger plucked song humming softly. Ed picks up a guitar. He lets her play a bit before for joining in. He plays the harmony that she is singing. Abby smiles and stops humming. They play one round and Abby starts to sing some of the lyrics. After a verse Ed stops from the ding of the door.

 ED

Hey, feel free to take a look around. 

 Ed looks down at Abby and whispers.

ED (Cont.) 

She looks cute.

  Abby turns around in her stool. revealing Jeanie. Abby places the guitar down and turns off the amp.

  ABBY 

I got this Ed. 

(Pause)

 Hey Jeanie. Are you looking for something in particular that I can help you with?

 Jeanie pulls out a small Ukulele

 JEANIE

I broke a string on this. 

 Abby steps closer to inspect the ukelele.

 ABBY

Got it. You want me to replace it for you? There’s no extra charge.

 JEANIE

That’d be great. I don’t really know how anyways. 

 ABBY

Sure.

 Abby walks over to the wall of stings and grabs a pack and places the uke on the countertop. Then starts replacing the string.

  ABBY (Cont.)

I didn’t know you played the Ukulele.

 JEANIE

Not really. I know a couple of songs. I actually need to for a prop. 

 ABBY

(playfully)

Oh another play. You starring on Broadway or something?

 JEANIE

I wish. I’m doing this black box thing not too far from here. I mean not many people go to Brooklyn to see a play

 ABBY

(sarcastically)

There is culture and things here. And not just in Williamsburg.

   JEANIE

(does not pick up on the sarcasm) 

I love Bedford ave. They have such cute stores. And there’s this little gem. 

 Abby finish stringing the Ukelele and plays a little diddy.

 ABBY

All done. The strings will slip out of tune for a little bit so you may have to tune it a couple of times

 Jeanie looks puzzled.

 JEANIE

I don’t have a tuner actually. I don’t think I’ve ever actually tuned it. 

 Abby scratches her head.

 ABBY

Um..well.Someone told me you can just remember this. 

(sings while plucking each string)

‘My dog has fleas’. I’m those aren’t the notes but it’s the tones. It’s easy enough to remember. 

 JEANIE

I think I can remember that. 

(smiles and places her hand over ABBY’s on the neck of the uke)

You know I don’t remember you being this cute in college. 

 ABBY

(eyes dart down in embarrassment)

I guess I just grew into myself more. Here

 Abby holds out the uke and Jeanie takes it.

 JEANIE

Listen you should come to the show it’s suggested donation. 

 Jeanie holds out card. Abby takes it.

 JEANIE (Cont.)

Show starts at 8. 

 ABBY 

I might stop by later if I have time. 

 JEANIE 

Well we’re playing all week so you should stop by st some point. 

 ABBY

I will.

 JEANIE

Great I’ll see you around. 

 Jeanie exists through the front door. Abby takes a deep breath.

 ED

She’s a piece of work, ain’t she. 

 ABBY

Ed! 

 ED

What? Oh please fix my Ukulele. Did you even charge her?

   ABBY

You know if that was a regular you wouldn’t have charged her.  

 ED

But she’s not a regular. And she caught you off guard with that little hand thing. 

 ABBY

I am so not in the mood for this conversation 

 ED

Whatever. I’m just pointing out the obvious.

 ABBY

Which is?

 ED

This is why you don’t have a girlfriend. She was flirting with you. She came into this specific store to fix one string. And she wants you to go to that show. So go!

 ABBY

Even if she was flirting I’m sure she’s into someone else. 

 ED

So! Seize the moment. You just have to go for it. Rip the band aid off. Jump in the deep end. Swim with the sharks

 ABBY

OK! I get it. Lay off with the analogies. I’ll think about it. 

    ED

Well don’t miss an opportunity because you’re holding out for something better. If you get a call about a gig you take it then worry about the set list. 

 ABBY

Yeah yeah. Sage advice from my guru

 ED

(points finger) 

You know I’m right which is why you’re deflecting.

 ABBY

I think you should have been a psychiatrist because you love this shit. 

 ED

What can I say. I’m a good read of people.

 8. EXT- Abby is standing outside smoking a cigarette checking her phone before placing it in her pocket.There are other groups of people standing around talking. Jeanie walks up behind Abby and taps her shoulder. 

 JEANIE

Hey. I’m glad you could make it. 

 ABBY

Yeah, well you said to. Couldn’t pass it up. 

 Jeanie check behind her. ABBY shakes her head mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to herself, Jeanie turns back to face her

 JEANIE

You think I could bum one of those. 

 Abby is taken aback reaching in her pocket and pulls out a pack.

ABBY

Sure.

 Pulling out a cigarette and Jeanie places it in her mouth and leans forward for Abby to light it. Jeanie cups her hand around Abby’s looking up at her with hooded eyelids. Then pulls back.

 JEANIE

What did you think of the play?

 ABBY

Um I thought it was interesting and uh….

 JEANIE

You didn’t like it huh?

 ABBY

(laughs)

No. It was hard to follow for me. The whole nonlinear thing didn’t make sense at times. 

 JEANIE

Well that’s the point. To make you question what’s really going on when. 

 ABBY

I’m not a theater person I guess. 

 JEANIE

(places her hand on ABBY’s bicep) 

That’s okay at least you showed up. That’s more than I can say for some of my friends.

 ABBY

I’m glad I could help be supportive. 

 JEANIE

You’re are always so sweet Abby. I think that’s what I remembered the most about you. Max always said such nice things about you. 

 ABBY

Well I’m glad he did because he could say worse. 

 JEANIE

I highly doubt that 

 ABBY

I probably should be getting home.

 Abby starts unlocking her bike next to the pole]. 

 ABBY(Cont.)

Where do you live? 

 JEANIE

I live on the upper west side where you saw me the other night.  I’m just going to the train. 

 ABBY

Let me walk you to the stop. It’s on my way. 

 JEANIE

Thanks I appreciate that. Maybe I won’t be verbally harassed today. 

 ABBY

One can only hope. 

 They continue to walk down the street.

   JEANIE

Speaking of the other night, who was that woman you were with? Jenny?

 ABBY

Yeah what about her?

JEANIE 

Just curious. You know what her deal is?

 ABBY

She’s a friend. She works at Barnard. She’s a professor

 JEANIE

Ah. So you two aren’t together?

 ABBY

No, no, no 

(quietly)

  But... 

 Jeanie cuts her off without hearing the but

 JEANIE

Is she single?

ABBY

Um yeah I think so. 

 JEANIE

Do you think...if it’s not too much to ask, maybe get her number off of you?

 ABBY

Um what?

 JEANIE

If that’s not too weird. Or anything. 

 ABBY

(take a second to think about it.)

 I mean sure why not. Here 

 Abbyr pulls out the phone from her pocket pulling up the contact.

 JEANIE

Wow! Thanks a lot I really appreciate it. I’ll text it to myself so you can have my number too. Maybe you could teach me some of your music skills.

 Jeanie passes the phone back.

 ABBY

Yeah sure no problem. 

 They arrive at the train stop.

 ABBY (Cont.)

  I’ll see you around sometime.

 Jeanie pulls Abby in for a side hug.

 JEANIE

Yeah I’ll see you around. Thanks for the walk. 

 ABBY

No problem.

 Jeanie leaves down the stairs while Abby turns around doubling back the way she came.

 9.EXT. Roof of the loft apartment. Max and Abby are smoking a joint on the roof listening to music and drinking a few beers. Ratatat’s song Nostrand is playing in the background.

 ABBY 

I feel played man. 

 MAX

What did you expect It’s Jeanie fucking Thompson. She’s manipulative. She was like notorious for that shit. 

 ABBY

I had totally forgotten about all that drama. I just thought like she was being nice. She said I was ‘cuter than she remembered’. Like I’ve always been cute. Look at this face.

 MAX 

Tabby, I don’t want to burst your bubble but... you used to wear cargo shorts. 

 ABBY

That didn’t mean I wasn’t cute

 MAX

They had holes in the butt.

 ABBY

Maybe I didn’t have a fashion sense but that is conceded to say that I wasn't cute. 

 Max raises his hands, in defense.

 MAX

Alright. You were cute. But this is coming from the man not attracted to women. 

 ABBY

True. I just can’t believe it. If you were there you would have seen it. 

 MAX

I’ve seen you around girls, Abs. She probably wasn’t actually  hitting on you. 

 ABBY

She totally was! I swear it was just so she could get that number out of me. Fucking cunt. 

 MAX 

So you’re telling me you actually gave her the number. I spent a good time on figuring that out. I’m gonna give her a piece of my-

 ABBY

Maaax.

 MAX

Ok fine I’ll leaver her alone. But if she comes over here I’m doing something. 

 ABBY

What are you gonna do?

 MAX 

I don’t know lick the top of her chapstick. Fart in her bag.

(shruggs)

 ABBY 

You are straight childish. But I support it. 

 Both laugh

 MAX

Alright. So like what’s the deal with this Jenny? Are you going to take her on a real date because this weird grab a drink/ lunch is not sexy.

 ABBY

(sighs) 

I haven’t figure that out yet. She’s smart for god sake. Where am I going to take her? I can’t take her to the ale house.

 MAX

NO! It needs to be romantic. 

 ABBY

I could take her to a performance something at the Met.

 MAX

You have gone to Manhattan too many times. Let her come to you. 

 ABBY

Fine I’ll take her to BAM 

 Abby pulls out phone typing away.

 MAX

Ew Ew you should take her to 5th Ave they have some little places right by there. Have a drink in a quiet secluded bar, dark mysterious like our little Tabs.

 ABBY

Okay- The Principles of Uncertainty. I’m getting them. Done 

 MAX 

Impulsive much?

    ABBY

It was almost sold out and it’s like the premiering night. And it’s next weekend so timing is everything. 

 MAX

Whatever. I do have to meet her at some point. Approve her potential status. 

 ABBY

For all the mothering I do for your guys. This is the thanks I get. 

 MAX

(places hand on Abby’s shoulder)

Love blinds. And you are very weak. 

 ABBY

Like I said the thanks I get 

 MAX

It comes from a good place. 

 10. EXT- Abby is waiting outside the Barclay’s center waiting for Jenny. Jenny is slowly coming up the escalator. 

 ABBY

I’m glad you found your way. I know it’s a bit of a trek

 Abby rubs the back of her head.

 JENNY

It was fine although without the helpful tip about the back of the train I might have gotten lost in the station 

   ABBY

I have literally been lost in there for like 30 minutes, before. So tips from a pro. Shall we go. 

 JENNY

Where will  we be  going to first?

 ABBY

There’s a little strip of bars on 5th. All of them are pretty good so, which ever one sticks out to you. 

 JENNY

You don’t have a special place picked out ?

 ABBY

Maybe ?

 They walk down the street when Abby begins to slow down in front of the place she wants to go. Jenny smiles and takes the hint.

 JENNY

Very subtle. 

 ABBY

I have no idea what you’re talking about 

 JENNY

So you want to go to this one

(points with finger)

 ABBY

You said it not me. 

 Jenny shakes her head and opens the door. It’s a small dark bar with a few older couples drinking wine quietly. They both walk up to the bar and sit.

 BARTENDER 

(places napkins on the bar)

What are you ladies having to drink to night?

 JENNY

Vodka tonic.

  Abby stands on the edge of the chair looking behind the bar. For 3 seconds. Jenny looks confused.

 ABBY

Ooo yeah Blanton’s

 BARTENDER

How do you want that?

 ABBY

Neat.

 Bartender leaves.

 JENNY

So Blanton’s is your kind of whiskey? Neat, how very sophisticated of you. 

 ABBY

It’s good. And I don’t want it watered down by ice. It’s pretty expensive. 

 JENNY

If you work at a music store then how do you afford a $20 drink? 

 ABBY

I have other business ventures.

  JENNY

And what would those be?

 Drinks are placed down. Abby passes her card to the bartender. Then passes a business card to Jenny.

 JENNY

(laughs)

You teach music? That’s so cute! Are they like little 10 year olds learning chopsticks?

 ABBY

That’s piano and more like 40 year old single men. Some younger hipster guys who walk into the shop but, once they realize they aren’t as good as me , a girl, they get pissed and don’t come back. 

 JENNY

Sounds shitty. Do they come to your apartment?

 ABBY

Worse, I go to theirs. I’ve seen things that can’t be shared with regular people. 

 JENNY

(Jokingly)

I’m just regular.

 ABBY

Of course not! 

 In a realization of what she just said her eyes dart down. Jenny searches Abby’s face. They both take drink separately to avoid further conversation.

  JENNY

(calmly) 

Do I ever get to hear you play?

 ABBY

Maybe. I haven’t done an open mic thing in a while. 

 JENNY

You should. I bet you’re great. 

ABBY

Thanks. Encouragement is appreciated.

 JENNY

And tips.

 ABBY

That’s actually what it says on my jar 

 JENNY

Really?

 ABBY

No. They don’t let you put jars out at open mics

 JENNY

Oh I’ve never been before. I’ve been to some poetry slams but those are very different. 

 ABBY

Some people do poetry

 JENNY

Really? 

   ABBY

Some people dance. I’ve seen comedy before.

(with disgust)

 There’s this one guy with puppets it’s not great. 

 JENNY

(playfully)

 What’s wrong with puppets?

 ABBY

The bit is about creepy old men with audience participation.

 JENNY

Ah. Well I’d like to hear some of your works. 

 ABBY

Right now?

JENNY

Is that possible?

(leans in closer)

 ABBY

I- um...It’s well

 JENNY

That’s a  yes. Show me. Please 

(claps hands together)

 Abby sighs and finishes her drink, reaching for her phone slowly. Mumbles in a low voice.

ABBY

Don’t judge me okay.

 JENNY

(earnestly)

I won’t. 

 Abby passes the phone the Jenny looking down at the hands clasped in between her legs. Jenny has the phone cupped to her ear. We can’t hear the music. Jenny bobs her head dictating a slow rhythm. Jenny’s face turns loose and limp. Sadness takes over. The song ends and she passes the phone quietly to Abby.

 ABBY

(concerned by the silence)

Did you like it?

 JENNY

I did. But who is it about?

 ABBY

It’s about my grandpa. He died when I was in highschool. It wasn’t exactly sudden but, my parents weren’t very forward the fact that he was on his deathbed. I just didn’t get to say what I wanted to say to him. 

 JENNY

I’m so sorry .

 ABBY

(straightens up)

This was years ago, there’s not too much to be sorry for now. But I needed that song, then. It just poured out of me. I wrote it in about 15 minutes. Which is crazy. Everything I’ve written that is actually  good it is just in these spurts. And I don’t even see it coming. I just pick up my guitar and there it is. I’m lucky if I can grab a pen in time.

 JENNY

Wow. So why aren’t you out there writing songs?

 ABBY

If only that were so easy. I have only about 5 of those moments in 13 years. And I remember them, distinctly. But there are so many songs that just get lost or unfinished. Sometimes I can’t find the thing that the song is about. So they just lay there in my 2 minute recordings.... I’m sorry I’m babbling 

JENNY

No, No! I want to hear this. I never thought-

(stops herself)

 ABBY

Thought what?

 JENNY

That - 

(pauses to choose a particular word)

You were so deep?

 ABBY

(angry)

What did you think?

 JENNY

I don’t know. You worked in a music shop and you’re funny and cute. I don’t know what I thought. 

 ABBY

Listen don’t get me wrong here but there’s more to me then how I act. I don’t open up to people, easily. I’m more often hurt than helped and...I just want to honest about who I am. That’s all I’ve ever been. 

  JENNY

(confused)

There’s not anything else you want to be honest with. 

  Abby stares off looks up a clock-sudden shock. Turns towards the bartender.

ABBY

Oh my god is that the real time?

 BARTENDER

Why else do I hang a clock on the wall?

 ABBY

Shit we got to go.

 “Queen Bitch by David Bowie starts playing. Grabs Jenny’s hand and runs out of the bar. Running through the streets on green lights skillfully running around people with Jenny trotting behind.

 JENNY

You left your card!

 ABBY

Forget it. I’ll come back tomorrow. The show starts in 5 minutes. I got too caught up there. 

 Stops at a busy intersection. ABBY looking left and right bouncing a bit.

 JENNY

It’s okay if we’re late. I’m sure they’ll seat us. 

 Break in traffic Abby starts to run again.

 ABBY

It’s opening night we can’t be late. Also BAM is hella strict on closed door policy.

 They run up the stairs outside bam. Pulling out the tickets quickly. Getting them scanned and sitting at the house lights close  as they take their seat

 11.INT- Abby and Jenny are walking side by side talking about the show. Abby sees a restroom and excuses herself. Camera follows Jenny outside she walks up to a bike rack and leans against it. Camera pans out showing her playing on her phone. A group of men walk past. One of them pats the other and walk towards Jenny.

 GUY

What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?

 JENNY

(looks up from her phone)

I’m just waiting for a friend so…

 GUY

If I was him I wouldn’t leave you out here in the cold. 

 JENNY

Well that’s not gonna happen, okay? I have a boyfriend.

 GUY

Then where’s he at?

 JENNY

(Snarky)

On his way so scram!

  GUY

(turns back to his friends)

I like em feisty. What’s your name beautiful

 JENNY

Nonya….Nonya bussiness

 GUY

How very 90’s of you. Listen if your boyfriend don’t come out here in 5 minutes. You have to give me your number

 JENNY

In your dreams. 

 Jenny begins to walk away. Abby is coming down the stairs. Man is following her. His friends are about 10’ away.

 GUY

Come on! Give me a chance 

 Abby walks faster to Jenny once she sees the bastard. Jenny walks a bit faster catching up. Abby cuts off the guy and stumbles bumping into him.

 ABBY

OH I’m soo sorry. Are you hurt?

 Guy tries to get around her.

 ABBY (Cont.)

No seriously I didn’t mean to 

 GUY

Dude get outta my way! 

 ABBY 

But really though? I don’t want you to sue me. 

 GUY

Jesus lady I’m fine. Now will you move. 

 ABBY

(Feigns shock)

You are so rude. 

 FRIENDS

Let it go man she’s gone. Come’on let’s go. You’re being annoying. She’s a bitch anyways

 GUY

Yeah yeah, Whatever. 

 They all turn and walk away. Abby looks to see where Jenny went. She checks her phone. ‘Around the corner’. Abby walks on a quiet secluded street and is standing waiting impatiently.

 ABBY

You okay?

 JENNY

I hate that I can’t go out one fucking night without some fucking comment. Did you tell him off?

 ABBY

No. I don’t want to piss off the angry/ horny bear. 

 JENNY

(broods)

Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just angry.

(looks at Abby)

 Thank you, you didn’t have to do all that falling business.

 ABBY

Well better then running away.

 Jenny looks down with her arms crossed.

  ABBY (Cont.)

I mean that’s why I’m here. I’m sorry the night ended on a bad note. I had a good time, though. 

 Jenny still looking at the ground quietly.

 ABBY(Cont.)

You alright?

 JENNY

I just hate that this shit gets to me.I teach feminism at an all women's college, for god sake. Now I’m all pissed and shit. And it’s an hour train ride. Probably longer because the trains are all fucked up.  And I am not sitting in a cab with a strange man after that. 

 ABBY

I totally understand . Listen, I live about 30 minutes from here. If you don’t want to go home. I have a nice couch you can sleep on?

 JENNY

Really? What train to do live off of?

 ABBY

Well um, the M or L but we would take the bus it’s faster. 

 JENNY

I don’t think I’ve ever taken the bus before.

 ABBY

It’s not glamorous but it is direct and you get cell service. But I guess you’re used to that in your fancy Wifi manhattan stations.

 JENNY

I didn’t say I was opposed to the bus just hadn’t taken one before. 

 ABBY 

Then let’s be on our way. 

 They are waiting at the bus stop as it pulls up. Abby let’s Jenny enter first. Jenny tries to sit in the front. Abby pulls her to the back. And sit down in the back.

 ABBY

You always take the back seats first. Bus etiquette.

 JENNY

Oh sorry. Why ?

 ABBY

It’s hard to move around. Plus a bunch of older people take the bus and they sit in the front for easy access. 

 JENNY. 

I see. 

 Abby pulls out her phone and headphones and passes a free earbud. Quietly takes it. Better Times by Beach house or  dramamine by modest mouse comes on Jenny stares out of the bus window as they pass through narrow streets. Some people are walking about Abby is looking forward not wanting to look at Jenny. Jenny’s hand twitches towards Abby’s leg just as she’s about to touch it. Abby get’s up and presses the button.

 ABBY

This is our stop. 

 Jenny gets up quietly and follows Abby out the doors. Abby holds the doors open for a little old  lady and her cart

 ABBY (Cont.)

Want a hand?

 LADY

Oh yes.Please 

 Abby grabs the bottom of a cart and carries it down the stairs 

LADY (Cont.)

Thank you sir.

 ABBY

No problem. Stay safe

 LADY

You too.

 Abby and Jenny walk past.

 JENNY

(jokingly)

Such a chivalrous young man. 

 ABBY

I’m not gonna shove my white privilege in people’s faces and I was misgendered for 2 seconds, I don’t mind. 

 Jenny finds the gesture endearing and sweet. Abby is focus on the street ahead. They walking into a building and stop up the stairs. Only hear the jingle of her keys. Jenny leans against the wall while Abby unlocks the front door.

 ABBY

Well here it is. In all it’s glory

 Jenny looks around curious

     JENNY

It’s cute. 

 Abby goes to the kitchen and fixes two glasses of water and passes one to Jenny. Jenny looks down at drink.

 JENNY

I’m sorry that I was being a little crazy back there. Normally that stuff doesn’t bother me. 

 ABBY

It’s totally okay. You should be upset. That guy was an ass hat. I’m just sorry that you have to sleep on my couch. Which by the way-

 Abby walks over to find a Jake (Max’s brother) sleeping on the couch fully dressed. Abby turns back to Jenny.

    ABBY

Looks like we have a problem.

 Jenny peaks over the edge of the couch.

    JENNY

Oh.[pause] Well I can just sleep in your bed. 

 Abby blinks a few times.

    ABBY

I-could sleep on the floor

     JENNY

I meant we could both sleep in the bed. You don’t need to sleep on the floor.

 Jake begins to stir. Abby leads Jenny to her bedroom. Abby starts sifting through her drawers trying to find spare pajamas for Jenny. Meanwhile Jenny is undressing to her underwear and T-shirt. Abby turns around as Jenny is bent over. Abby blushes and turns around and puts the clothes on top of the dresser. Jenny has already climbed into bed. 

  JENNY

Sorry I’m just so tired

(yawns)

 Abby slow follow’s Jenny’s lead and strips to her underwear and shirt. Quickly dart under the covers. They’re backs are facing. Abby is still rustling a bit to get comfortable. 

  JENNY

Abby?

    ABBY

Yeah?

 JENNY

Can we cuddle?

 Abby stills, breathless. Jenny stirs but doesn’t roll over. Abby reluctantly turns over and scoots closer. They are close but not touching. Jenny reaches for Abby’s and pulls it around her.

 JENNY

Is this okay?

    ABBY

  (barely audible)

Yeah.

 JENNY

Good.

 “Run All Night” by Rachael Cantu plays. Jenny pulls Abby tighter. Abby lays awake. Somewhere between terrified and excited. But petrified. 

 INT-Abby’s Bedroom. The sun is barely up but Abby didn’t sleep at all that night. She quietly gets up not to wake Jenny and goes into the kitchen and starts to make coffee. She rubs her head in frustration. She slams the coffee cup down hard. It wakes Jake. 

    JAKE

(Incoherent mumbles)

Abby?

 Abby takes another cup of coffee and walks it over the the couch. Passes it to Jake who sits up. They both sit on the couch.

  ABBY

So what happened?

  JAKE

Why do you assume something happened?

  ABBY

Your knuckles have cuts on them.

 Jake tries to hide his hands. 

  ABBY (CONT.)

I don’t care what happened. Just let me know if I shouldn’t open the door.

    JAKE

I wouldn’t. But for the record it was self-defense.

  ABBY

Didn’t say it wasn’t. Listen I have a someone over so if you could-

 Jenny is holding her coat over her arm and is quietly leaving the room. Her path is aimed towards the door.

  JENNY

Thanks for letting me stay over. I have to get going I have a class in a few hours. I’ll text you?

  ABBY

Yeah no problem. 

Abby stands up

  ABBY (CONT.)

I can walk you down?

  JENNY

No it’s okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll text you. Bye.

 Jenny leaves and the door slams a bit. Jake lifts his brows in surprise.

  JAKE

That was rude.

  ABBY

She had to leave.

  JAKE

She didn’t even hi to me. Bitch

  ABBY

Can you not?

  JAKE

Sorry. Just saying man. 

  ABBY

Yeah, well it’s not cool. Anyways. You coming to my party next weekend?

  JAKE

I wouldn't miss it for the world Tabs!

 Scruffs Abby’s Hair. Abby pulls away and adjusts it.

  ABBY

Just be chill okay?

  JAKE

I’m always chill

 Abby looks down at Jake’s hands.

  JAKE (CONT.)

Okay. I’ll be chill. Just don’t be lame and   puss out. We gettin you fucked up!!!!

  ABBY

I won’t puss out. You just worry about yourself.

 Both sip coffee at the same time. 

  INT-The Apartment. Party night with the gang. Abby is prepping the house with drugs, booze and tunes. Max idly helping out but also playing different music than Abby wants. Door knocks Abby goes to get it group of Jake, Eliza, John and John’s girlfriend. Liza enter first and pinches Abby’s cheeks

 LIZA

Oh Tabby!

 Jake does a sort of dab hand shake

JAKE

Hey man what’s going on.

  John does the same hand shake

  JOHN

Hey Abb’s this is my girlfriend. I hope it’s cool I brought her. 

    ABBY

Of course. Nice to meet you nameless girlfriend.

(Abby smiles)

   DENISE 

Oh, uh my name is Denise. Nice to meet you. 

 Chaos ensues. All the pre-party planning destroyed in one fell swoop.Jake is poking through the drawers looking for something. No one knows. Max and Liza are cackling and making weird cooing noises at Abby’s efforts to maintain calm while John and Denise are make themselves a drink being disgustingly cute. Abby hangs her head.

    ABBY

Jake, stop looking for drugs. They’re all laid out on the table for you. 

 Jake puts on Abby’s sunglasses

  JAKE

I’m not looking for drugs. But these sunglasses are awesome. Can I have them?

   ABBY

No!

 Jake ignores Abby and sits on the couch next to his brother, sunglasses on. Abby walks behind Liza fiddling with the music.

    ABBY

You know I did make a playlist. Guys.

   LIZA

Oh Mama Abby. 

(pats Abby’s hand)

You know I got to play my boy Bob before    John plays his weird ass dubstep

 John walks over to the couch, Denise follows 

   JOHN 

You guys don’t like my music?

   ABBY

No one said that. Liza just wants to be the DJ for once. alright?

   LIZA

Yeah! Fuck you male privilege!

(fist to the air)

   JOHN

Let’s play Medusa!

   ABBY

Do we have to jump right in? Can’t we enjoy each other’s company for 5 minutes. 

   LIZA & MAX

(Talking over each other)

Come on Tabby Abby get in the game! It’s gonna be a long night. You don’t even have to work tomorrow. Or drive or get home. Pleeaaasee.

    ABBY

Fine.

    MAX.

(Mimics Abby)

Fine 

(then smiles)

    JOHN

(to Denise)

Okay so, the game works by everyone putting their heads on the table. When I say go we all look up. Whoever is looking at someone and they are looking back at you they have to drink. Kay?

   DENISE

Um, I’ll sit this round out and watch until I figure it out. 

 John gives her a reassuring side hug

    MAX

I mean it’s pretty simple game. 

    JAKE

Yeah, even Abby is doing it. 

    ABBY

Wow. Didn’t know I was setting the standard.

     LIZA

Abby Tabby (shake head)

      JOHN

ANYWAYS! Get your drinks so we can get started. 

 Jake and Max run to the refrigerator as if they were racing. Abby and Liza follow behind and return with their drinks.

    JOHN

Head’s down

 Everyone but Denise puts their heads down.

JOHN (CONT.)

1,2,3 GO!

 Max and Abby make eye contact

 ABBY & MAX

Damnit!

 ABBY

We must be in sync. Fuck.(both drink)

 MAX

I don’t have a vagina so. Don’t know how that’s possible.

 Montage of lots of drinking  few rounds, everyone has had a turn except Denise. Door knocks( music stops). Abby gets up.

 MAX

Who’s that?

 ABBY

I invited Jenny.

 Liza puts her finger in his open mouth and gags, Max laughs both Denise and John are clueless. Abby opens the door to reveal Jenny in a fancy trench coat holding a bottle of wine.Very much dressed for a dinner party.

ABBY(CONT.)

Hey, come in. 

 Abby opens the door further and lets in Jenny. Once the door is closed Jenny pulls Abby in for a firm, long sensual hug.

 JENNY

Hey

 Everyone else is watching this for the entire length of the hug.Shocked and taken aback at how Abby and Jenny do not seem to realize they are still in the room. Jenny pulls back and turns to the room noticing the drinking is already taking place.

  JENNY (CONT.)

(Awkward)

I brought wine but I don’t think anyone wants it. So I’ll just put it in the kitchen. 

 Liza springs up from couch and runs towards the kitchen.

  LIZA

Oh I’ll have some. White wine spritzer!

 Abby stares coldly as Liza takes the bottle from Jenny. 

  JENNY

Sure, go for it. 

 She passes the bottle at an arm's length distance.Liza opens the bottle and pours nearly to the brim of the glass before returning to the group. 

  ABBY

I do have vodka if you want that?

  JENNY

Sure. You know what I like by now. 

  ABBY

I suppose. Go and sit down make yourself comfortable. I’ll fix it for you.

 Jenny approaches slowly, careful to not feel too comfortable. She sits awkwardly in a single chair. 

  JENNY

So what game are you guys playing?

 Liza is sprawled lazily drinking her wine regally.

  LIZA

I’m done playing. I have a headache. But I’m interested in hearing about you Jenny. Abby hasn’t told us too much about you. 

  JENNY

There’s not much to tell really. I’m a professor at Barnard. I teach women's studies but mostly intro classes. I only started working there last year. 

 LIZA

And what were you doing before that?

  JENNY

I was getting my master’s at Barnard. 

  MAX

So you like all women’s schools?

 Abby returns from the kitchen and hands Jenny her drink.

  ABBY

No interrogations before midnight.

 Abby winks at Jenny. Jenny ignores it, still focused on Liza.

LIZA

Well we just wanted to get to know Jenny your...friend here.

  ABBY

Well like she said she teaches women’s studies and you all know how we met. So what more is there to know?

  LIZA

But how does she feel about Bob Dylan?

 Everyone in  the friend group eye rolls and sighs. Denise and Jenny are lost. Jenny searches Abby for any indication of the right answer.Abby won’t answer.

  JENNY

I guess he’s alright?

 Liza passes her glass to Max and leans forward.

  LIZA

He is possibly the great musician that has ever existed. He is more than alright. 

 Stands up abruptly and walks to the speakers.

  LIZA (Cont.)

If you are not converted after this song. Then I don’t know what. 

 Abby knits her eyebrows and rubs her head. 

  ABBY

Really? Do you have to do this?

LIZA

Tabby, don’t be such a downer. You know you like him too.

 Liza puts on “going going gone” by Bob Dylan. While the friend group rolls their eyes again as they have hear this song for the umteenth time. Denise being on the outside looks at Jenny and they share an awkward exchange as if to say “is she for real right now?”

 Abby sits at the table and rolls a joint, some how in a way to bridge a divide. Once finished rolling she lights it and passes it to Jenny

  ABBY

(while holding in the smoke)

Guests first. 

 Jenny Semi-reluctantly takes the joint and takes a baby puff and passes to Max.

  MAX

(Earnest)

 We do puff-puff pass. If you want.

 Max passes it on to Liza who is still very much into the song. Once finished, she  passes it to Jake. They share a devilish look. Jake stands up before passing it to John. 

  JAKE

I’ll be right back. 

 Abby and Max exchange a knowing look and follow their eyes to Jake going to the bathroom. John and Denise are whispering over how Denise hasn’t really smoked before and John is assisting with the joint. Max leans over to Liza to have a side conversation. Abby turns to Jenny

  ABBY

(in a whisper) I’m sorry about Liza she can be...forward. 

JENNY

It’s okay. 

 Jenny wants to say more but John leans in a passes the joint to Abby.

  JOHN

I’m John by the way. This is my girlfriend Denise. 

  DENISE

Nice to meet you. Abby, thanks for having us over. I’m glad to finally meet you. John talks about you alot

  ABBY

No problem. I just want to be around people I love on my birthday. I hope John hasn’t told you any horror stories.

JOHN

Tabby I would never. 

  JENNY

Why do you guys keep call her Tabby?

 Max and Liza overhear this and jump over to where Abby is sitting and pinch her cheeks and rub her hair. 

  MAX and LIZA

Because she’s cute Tabby cat

   MAX

She’s soft and cuddly

 LIZA

Gets all angry and flustered when you don’t do things her way.

  JOHN 

She’s just Tabby. Don’t know how to explain it any other way. 

  ABBY

(disheartened)

I’ve learned to accept it. 

  LIZA

You know you love it. 

 Abby grunts. Meanwhile (in the background) Denise has left to use the bathroom. The bathroom door swings open. Jake appears to be doing something secretive and closes it. Denise asks to use the bathroom.

  DENISE (from across the room)

Can I just get in there for a minute?

  JAKE (from across the room)

Give me a second. 

  DENISE

I got to go (Opens the door knocking into Jake.)

  JAKE

What the fuck, Bitch! I said wait. 

  DENISE

You did not just call me a bitch!

 All the friends have been alerted by this time. Abby and Max share a frantic look. John turns into ultra protective mode and stands up. Jake emerges.

  JAKE 

John, you need to keep your bitch in line!

 Denise pushes Jake’s back

DENISE

You are not gonna let him talk to me like this? You call this guy your friend?

  JAKE 

John Seriously, no manners. 

 John is now chest to chest with Jake 

  JOHN 

Dude, you need to calm down. 

  JAKE

Me? she’s the one acting all crazy and shit!

  JOHN 

I’m serious man. You need to chill

 Jake pushes John. John lunges into Jake and grapple each other. Max and Abby spring from their seats. Abby pulls Denise away, who is in shock. Max prys the two of them apart grabbing Jake by the shoulders and leading him to the front door. John still angry tries step forward Abby steps in front of him. 

  ABBY

He didn’t mean it. You know that. 

 John looks at Abby and steps back and walks to Denise and asks if she’s alright. 

  MAX

You need to leave now. 

 Max is livid but calm. He’s done this many times. Jake steps back and sniffles his nose and pinches it. 

  JAKE 

Com’on I’m family. You’re not gonna kick me out, are you? Look I’m cool man, I’m cool. I swear. 

  MAX 

You need to leave, go home calm down. Ride it out. 

  ABBY

Jake, just go and cool down.

 Jake looks around the room expecting someone to defend him. Just silence. 

  JAKE

Fuck you! I’m outta here.

 Jake leaves and slams the door. Abby nods to Max who follows Jake out into the hall. Abby turns back to John and Denise.

  ABBY

I am so sorry Denise. Jake can lose his temper,sometimes. I suggest you guys wait a bit, if you want to leave. If you need some space,you can use my bedroom. 

Denise looks at John.

  DENISE

Thanks.

 John and Denise walk off into Abby’s bedroom. Abby looks at the front door, murmurs of yelling are going on in the hallway. Abby goes to sit down next to Liza and downs her drink 

  LIZA

God, I hate it when he does this.

 Abby is too afraid to acknowledge Jenny’s presence she is embarrassed and remorseful, that all of this is happening.

  ABBY

Yeah. I think he’s had a rough couple of days. 

 Jenny looks at both of them curious

  JENNY

You’re not seriously defending him? He just did blow in the bathroom and yelled at that girl for no reason!

  ABBY

I’m not defending his actions. But he’s still my friend. 

  JENNY

Friends don’t have angry bursts of rage at someone else’s house on their birthday. 

 Abby wants to rebuttal but Liza cuts in 

LIZA

Listen. It’s complicated I wouldn’t try to understand it. Don’t think you can just come in here and get.It. 

   ABBY

Liza, please. Jenny, I don’t expect anything sort of understanding but Jake is our friend no matter what. I don’t like what he did anymore than you do. Neither does Liza. But we have to support him. 

  JENNY

Why? He doesn’t seem to support you?

 Door opens and enters Max. 

  ABBY 

Hey, did he leave?

  MAX 

Yeah. Do you have a cig I can bum?

  ABBY

Yeah I’ll come down with you.

(turns to Jenny.) 

Do you want to come?

  JENNY

I think I should leave. 

 Liza and Max exchange a look, as though they realized they messed this up. Abby is disappointed but knows she can’t fix it. 

  ABBY

Yeah sure. Whatever you want. 

 Max, Abby, and Jenny grab their coats down stairs. Outside it’s cold Abby lights a cigarette and passes the pack to Max They are standing next to each other and Jenny is across from them. Jenny doesn’t know how to talk to Abby while Max is present. 

  JENNY

I wish I could stay but I think you guys should enjoy your night without me. 

  MAX

I’m sorry about my brother. But, honestly it doesn’t have to ruin the rest of the night. 

 Max elbows Abby’s side. 

  ABBY

We can just listen to music. 

  JENNY

Another time. I’ll text you?

  ABBY

Yeah sure. Get home safe. 

 Abby and Max take a long drag and exhale, standing in silence. Shortly John exits with Denise behind. 

  DENISE

I’m sorry things got messed up on your birthday.

 Denise nudges John.

  JOHN

I’m sorry I got physical in there. I’m a little tipsy. 

ABBY

It is by no means your fault. Jake lost it and you responded like anyone else would have.I’m just sorry it happened. 

    JOHN

Anyways, we’re gonna get home. I’ll see you guys around. 

  MAX & ABBY

See ya.

 Shot from across the street. “Let it go” by James Bay starts to play. Max finishes his cigarette and leaves Abby outside. Abby leans against the wall alone, cars and people pass. She’s reflecting on everything. Why Jenny left, why Jake has to ruin everything, why is she still alone. It feels futile. She checks her phone and starts to type then stops. She looks at her phone then stops and puts her it in her pocket and goes back inside and enters the apartment. Max and Liza are sitting on the couch. Abby sits and places her head in her hands. Max and Liza wrap their arms around her. 

  ABBY

I like her. And I fucked it all up. 

 Max and Liza look at each other over Abby’s back and rub gently. 

EXT-roof of Abby’s apartment Abby and Max are sitting in lawn chairs wrapped in blankets. Max is fast asleep. Abby is watching the sunrise. She’s moves to stand near the edge of the building with the blanket wrapped around her. She pulls out her phone and calls Jenny. Jenny’s hand slams the phone, she pulls it under the covers. 

  JENNY

Hello?

  ABBY

Hey. Sorry to wake you.

  JENNY

Are you okay?

  ABBY

I’m fine. I’m just...watching the sunrise.

(pause)

It’s beautiful. 

 Jenny shuffles to get out of bed. We can see a lump but it’s unclear if it’s a person or just covers.Jenny walks over to her window and manages to get to the fire escape and see the sun rise.

  JENNY

It is. You didn’t call me at 6:00 AM to tell me the sunrise was beautiful did you?

  ABBY

I did. 

Both laugh 

ABBY (Cont.)

I guess I was sitting here thinking about being another year older. Realizing that things can change in an instant. Given what happened last night. And I just feel sorry-

 Jenny cuts her off.

  JENNY

You don’t need to be sorry about anything. Last night wasn’t your fault in any way. 

  ABBY

I should have just talked to Jake-

  JENNY

I bet you apologized to everyone at that party?

(pause)

You shouldn’t go around apologizing for a man’s action. That is so classic just make everything about fixing the situation without it even being caused by you. 

  ABBY

Jenny, don’t get all theory on me. I just wish things had gone differently but there’s something-

  JENNY

This isn’t theory. Sexism isn't a theory it’s a reality we live in everyday. And you aren’t helping Jake be a better person. 

  ABBY

That’s not what I meant. I don’t even want to talk about this I just wanted to tell you-

  JENNY

That’s the problem you don’t want to talk about it. Jake has clearly had this problem before but you and your so called “friends”. Who‘ by the way’ seem to take advantage of you and demean you with that little nickname. 

  ABBY

Hey! You’re totally out of line. You met them for ,not even, an hour and you’re already judging them. You know what, I’ll talk to you later.

 Jenny tries to speak but Abby hangs up. She throws off the blanket and carries it back to where Max is sitting and sits next to him. 

  MAX

Why are you yelling so early? 

  ABBY

Just cause. How you holding up?

  MAX

I’m fine.

  ABBY

I know when you're lying

  MAX

Well I don’t want to talk about it. 

 Abby looks off in the distance. 

  ABBY

I think I’m gonna take a break for a bit. Take a minute. Just not worry about anyone else... besides you

  MAX

Aw thanks Tabs. You know I love you... I just hope Jake didn’t ruin whatever you have going on with Jenny.

  ABBY

I think it’s beyond repairable.

  MAX

Well I’ll give him a piece of my mind

  ABBY

I just hope Jake can get off coke soon. He’s already in trouble. After last night I don’t know what’s gonna happen to him. 

  MAX

He’s grown. He can make his own choices. Unfortunately, the ripple effect is wide. I am going to talk to him later today. He was being a dick and you didn’t deserve that. 

  ABBY

Or Denise.

  MAX

Yeah, yeah.

 Abby stands up and stretches. 

  MAX

And where do you think you’re going?

  ABBY

I am going to bike a bit . Clear my head, get some exercise, be productive. 

  MAX

Gag! Exercise. 

  ABBY

I wasn’t asking you to come with me. I already know the answer. 

 EXT-Abby is biking across the Williamsburg bridge with headphones on.”Land of a Thousand words” by the scissor sisters. Very slow and dragging. It early morning the city is waking. Abby isn’t really sad but enjoys the moment. She Bikes up the east river and parks her bike against the railing near southstreet seaport and watches ships. She returns back to the apartment and picks up her guitar and starts writing a song furiously. The song is written over several days back and forth between the apartment the shop and over again. Tolling over the details. 

 INT- Abby is in the apartment watching TV with Max. Jake enters 

  JAKE

Hey. What are we watching?

  MAX

Downton Abbey

  ABBY

Because it’s relatable

  JAKE

How’s that?

 Max and Abby both giggle

  ABBY

Because it’s my name

  JAKE

Wow...Been partaking in a little wake and bake?

  MAX

Loosen up a bit. It’s good. I just love Mary and Matthew they are too perfect. I love them. 

 Abby tears up

ABBY

So beautiful. 

 Jake looks down at Max and Abby who are enthralled in this british melodrama. 

  JAKE

So…. Anyways, I have a surprise for you Tabby.

 Abby turns around, confused and holds out her hands. 

    JAKE (Cont.)

Not like that. I signed you up for the open mic night at the Underground.

  ABBY

Wait… What?

  JAKE

I got you in. I heard you playing your guitar again. And I thought you should show everybody your new song.

 Abby fully turns around on the couch. 

  ABBY

How do you know about that?

  JAKE

Because I have ears. You’ve been playing it like every day. 

 Abby turns back around in a flop.

  ABBY

Well you shouldn’t have.

  JAKE

Come on Abby! You got to get out there. You are so good people need to hear you. 

  MAX

You’ll be be fine. Just picture everyone in their underwear.

 ABBY

You know that stresses me out.

 JAKE

Well you can’t puss out. It wasn’t cheap. 

MAX & ABBY

You paid?

 JAKE

Not like that. Listen don’t worry about the details.

(pause)

Listen, let me borrow your phone for a second. I think I misplaced mine. 

 ABBY

Here.

 (hands phone)

I’m mad at you, by the way. 

 Jake takes the phone and waves Max over. 

 JAKE

Max help me out I think it’s on vibrate. 

 Jake gives Max his phone. They pantomime there conversation 

 Max: What are you doing?

Jake: go with it. 

 Jake pulls up Abby’s contact for Jenny and sends her a text. “Underground tonight at 8PM. No questions.”

Jake and Max give each other a thumbs up. 

  MAX

Oh here it is in my pocket. 

 Jake mouths ’what?’

  MAX (Cont.)

Anyways, let’s pick out your outfit tonight. 

  ABBY

I don’t want to. 

MAX

I want to dress you up. Can I put makeup on you ?

   ABBY

NO!

  MAX

I’m just going to go through your closet.

  ABBY

No! I don’t know what you’ll find

  MAX

A big pink DILDO. Oh my!

 Max runs to her bedroom and slams the door shut. Abby follows but it’s locked. 

  ABBY

Open up Max!

  MAX

Oh it is big. 

  ABBY

I know you’re lying 

 Max opens the door with one of Abby’s sports bras over his shirt. 

  MAX

Such a party pooper. 

  ABBY

That doesn’t even fit you.

 Abby and Max are bickering. Jake still has Abby’s phone. Text appears from Jenny “I’ll be there ;)”

 INT- Open Mic night. Abby is nervous holding her guitar as Jake and max stand tall behind her. She nervously walks up to the stage and places the guitar down then returns to stand next to the boys. Jake passes her a drink.

  JAKE

To ease your nerves.

 Max starts messing with Abby’s hair. Abby swats at his hand. 

  ABBY

Thanks dads! Jeez there’s a lot of people here. I don’t know if I can go up there. 

  MAX

Trust and believe. You are gonna do just fine. 

 JAKE

Yeah. You’re not playing until the middle so it doesn’t even have to be great.  

 Max slaps Jake’s arm

JAKE (cont.)

I mean, no pressure. 

 A few people get up to play. They're all fairly good. Abby is less tense but still nervous. Jeanette walks in and slips in the back she can’t see Abby over the boys. Finally it’s Abby’s turn. She get’s on stage and keeps her head down and focuses on setting up her guitar. She pulls out a small metronome and places it on a still next to her. 

    ABBY

This is a new song I wrote. It doesn’t have a name.

 Abby starts the metronome and starts to sing “stranger things have happened” by the foo fighters or new song

“It's like the river and the rocks always fighting back 

It's like the sky and clouds always moving past

 It's like daydream that’s always out of grasp.

 Will the moon and sun ever meet?

Or spin round looking down at their feet 

 It’s Lonely feeling being so meek. Staring straight into the sun

 You make me angry and worthless. 

 I make you feel nothing or less

 And I'm laid bare for you

And means nothing at all”

 Abby never looks up from her guitar but Max and Jake look on proud. Jenny stares impassive, not really understanding the song is about her until the end. Abby finishes the song and looks up and sees Jenny. It’s upsetting, frustrating and whemling. Abby walks off stage and returns to Jake and Max. Who suddenly realize Abby is pissed. 

  ABBY

I can’t believe you invited her. 

  JAKE 

I wanted to help.

 Jenny is walking over.

  ABBY

Well don’t.

 Abby begins to storm towards the front door. Trying to get past Jenny. Jenny grabs Abby’s arm. 

  JENNY

Hey? Where are you going?

 Abby pulls away. 

  ABBY

Leaving.

  JENNY

Well you invited me. I was hoping we could talk. 

  ABBY

Well that wasn’t me. And I don’t really feel like talking. 

 Abby pushes past and walks out onto the sidewalk. Jenny looks at Max and Jake then follows Abby.

 JENNY

Abby wait!

 Abby turns around. Jenny pauses.

 ABBY

Well?

 Jenny doesn’t know what she was going to say. 

 JENNY

I just wanted to catch up. 

  ABBY

Catch up? Really?

 Jenny steps closer and and grabs Abby’s hand. 

 JENNY

I miss you.

 Abby looks down. 

 ABBY

I know but...

 JENNY

What?

 Abby looks up. 

 ABBY

Nevermind.

 Awkward silence.  

 JENNY

Just come with me to Steemy Bunny on Friday. Please?

 Abby just nods and Jenny hugs her a little non-consensually. Abby isn’t exactly a fan. 

 EXT- Max and Abby are waiting to enter “Steamy Bunny”. Abby is anxious and Max doesn't want to be there. 

  MAX

I hate lines. Especially with a bunch of horny lesbians. I can smell the pheromones from 4 blocks away.

   ABBY

Well you only have to bear it for a little bit. You can leave after Jenny gets here. 

  MAX

Why didn’t you just come with her?

  ABBY

She lives super far away. I don’t want to be waiting by myself like a fool. 

  MAX

Well you better be buying my drinks. 

 The line starts to move forward. 

  ABBY

2 drink limit. 

 Max crosses his fingers emphatically. 

 INT- “Loophole” by Etta Bond  - Slow motion dancing. Abby and Max are dancing with each other and actually having a good time. Others are dancing around them ignoring their bad dancing. Time passes.The slow motions stops as a slow jam song comes on. “Don’t go” by Reece. Max looks at his phone. 

  MAX

It has been an hour. Where your girl at?

 Abby pulls out her phone. No notifications. 

  ABBY

Don’t know. But maybe she’s here already. Go grab us some drinks.I’m gonna look around. 

 Max disperses into the crowd. Abby stares at the women dancing slow with each other with melancholy. She weaves through the crowd to get a better look from upstairs something catches her eye so she turns. Her face turns white. Shot moves to Jenny dancing with Jeanie very closely. Abby is frozen in place. Jenny moves into kiss Jeanie, it’s slow and sensual. Abby watches in horror. Once, their kiss breaks Abby shakes her head and storms upstairs. Max at the bar sees a flash of Abby rushing out the front door. He’s confused but stays. Abby is outside smoking a cigarette.Just as she puts it out, Jenny comes outside stumbling. 

  JENNY

(to herself) 

Shit, I’m drunk.

Abby! What, um ,how long have you been here?

  ABBY

Long enough.

 Jenny ignores the comment. 

JENNY

Oh my god. I just kissed Jeanie. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t even like her.

 ABBY

(beyond frustrated)

I saw.

 JENNY

I need to get out of here.  

 Looks like she’s going to hurl.

  ABBY

Do you need me to get you a cab? You don’t look good. 

 Jenny is a bit shaky. Abby looks around and sighs. She walks to the corner and waves a cab down. She pulls Jenny over and tosses her in a cab. Abby goes to leave but Jenny pulls her in. 

  JENNY

Take me home. 

 There’s a moment of indecision. But it’s too late the door is closed and Jenny has given the driver the address. Abby acquiesces as Jenny leans on Abby’s shoulder. The driver steady’s on. Abby shoots a text to Max that she’s left. The ride is quite. Abby stare catatonics out the window until Jenny’s hand wraps around her. Abby looks down and places her hand over it. 

 EXT-On the corner outside Jenny’s apartment. Jenny stumbles out of the cab. Abby follows suit. Jenny fumbles with her keys, as she’s opening the door and turns to Abby and places a kiss on her cheek. 

  JENNY

Thanks for taking me home. You always take such good care of me. 

 Abby blushes averting her eyes. 

  ABBY

It’s no problem. It’s kind of late do you think..

 Abby looks up to see Jenny closing the door behind her. 

  ABBY

Jenny? 

(realizing that she’s left her)

Jenny!

 Abby turns to see if the cab is still there it’s not. The street is dark and quiet. Abby looks at her phone it’s 12 something. Throwing her head back she starts to walk. “Pendulum’ by FKA twigs plays as Abby takes the train. Taking the C train downtown. Waiting for her transfer on the platform next to sleeping people on benches and couples holding hands. Finally she is walking down her block and opening her front door slowly trudging up the steps. She opens the door to her dark apartment. She plugs in her phone it’s now 2 something.There’s a text from Jenny. Abby ignores it and flops on the bed. 

 INT-Eliza’s dirty messy apartment clothes all over the floor. Fluffy cat perched on the kitchen table. Abby is sitting on the couch while Liza flings her clothes about. 

 ELIZA

(from a closet) 

Well, if you want my opinion…

ABBY

Not really

  ELIZA

She’s a bitch! Like what the fuck?! If that were me I would just venmo request her for that cab ride there and back. Why didn’t you take a cab again?

  ABBY

I have no money and I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be in a car with a stranger for an hour back home. She practically lives in washington heights. 

 Eliza comes out of the closet in a thrift store dress with a few holes in it. 

  ELIZA

You can’t see my nips in this?

   ABBY

No but your ass is hanging out. 

 Eliza looks in the mirror, shrugs and pulls off her dress with no bra on. Abby’s hands fly up. 

  ABBY

Give a girl a warning. 

  ELIZA

It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. 

 Eliza returns to her closet. 

  ABBY

I’m just looking forward to this concert.And I’m looking for your support. Okay? I haven’t talked to Jenny in like two weeks so it would be great if we could just drop the subject. 

 Eliza comes out of the closet in a sequin dress looking in the mirror.

  ELIZA 

I don’t know. I look like whale in this. 

  ABBY

Oh my god! If I have to tell you one more time that you look great I’m literally going to tackle you. 

  ELIZA

Tabbs I know you’re just saying that. But thanks. 

  ABBY

(sighs)

 Girl you look fine as fuck. Now can we go we need to pick up Max?

  ELIZA 

Why didn’t he just come here?

  ABBY

Because he has no patience for this 

(pointing to Eliza) 

like I do. 

  ELIZA

(rolls her eyes) 

I didn’t know I was such a burden. 

  ABBY

Can we just go? 

(melts into the couch)

  ELIZA 

Fine. Fine. Let me say bye to snugglepuss

 Picks up cat.

  ELIZA (CONT.)

I love you boo boo kitty. 

(kiss)

 Abby walks over cat to try and pet it. Hisses. 

  ABBY

I love you even if you don’t love me. 

 INT-Abby and Eliza are knocking on the apartment door. 

  ABBY

Max! Hurry yo ass up. 

 No response. Abby looks a Eliza. Abby pulls out her keys and opens the door. Max is talking to Jeanie on the couch. Abby clears her throat. 

  ABBY

I didn’t know you were having a party without me. 

 Max mouths sorry. Abby is a little perplexed until she walks in further to find Jenny is there too. 

  JENNY

That’s not a pleasant greeting to a friend.

 Jenny gets up to hug Abby. Jeanie has a smirk that isn’t pleasant. 

  ABBY

Sorry, I wasn’t really expecting you. 

  JENNY

I’m just messing with you. 

 Eliza walks in with a stank face. 

 ELIZA So what are you doing here? We’re on our way to the concert in Prospect Park. So…

 Abby’s eyes widen she looks at Eliza

  ELIZA (CONT.)

Sorry. Just curious. Max are you ready?

  MAX

Actually no, come help me pick out a shirt. 

 Max nods his head nonchalantly to his room. Eliza and Max leave turning to check on Abby who could quite possibly petrified. 

  ABBY

So?...

 Jeanie stands up from the couch. 

  JEANIE 

We just happened to be in the neighborhood. I hadn’t seen Max in a long time so we thought we would stop by. 

  ABBY

Cool. Well, Liza was actually right. We were literally here just to pick up Max. 

  JENNY

Well we were just talking to him and it sounds like a fun concert. Would it be cool if we came with you guys?

 Abby looks as Jeanie. Jenny looks at Jeanie. It’s Awkward. 

  ABBY

I mean, its free so… It’s up to you. It’s kind of far from your house. 

 Jeanie steps forward and wraps her arm around Jenny’s waist. 

  JEANIE

You can always stay at my place. 

 Jenny nods then looks at Abby, who is fidgeting. 

JENNY

So is that what you’re wearing?

 Abby looks at her clothes.

  ABBY

What’s wrong with this?

  JEANIE

There is definerlty going to be some queermosexuals there. 

  JENNY

Yeah, we want you to get some ladies.You got to gay it up. 

   ABBY

I mean, I’m fine like this. Just really want to be comfortable. 

 Jenny starts towards Abby’s bedroom. Jeanie follows.

  ABBY (CONT.)

Um, where are you going?

  JENNY

Going to pick out an outfit for you. Duh?

 Abby rushes to stop them but it’s too late they are going through her clothes. 

  JEANIE

Ooo...Yes these pants! This is going to make your butt looks so good. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in skinny jeans. 

 Abby shuts the drawer. 

ABBY

Really it’s fine. And I don’t really wear those pants too much. There’s no pockets!

  JENNY

Oh! This hat is so cute. 

 Jenny comes out of the closet, standing close to Abby while putting on the hat. Jeanie hangs the pants in front of Abby.

  JEANIE

See won’t these look so good.

 Jenny steps back.

JENNY

Oh yeah. Put them on. 

 Abby looks confused.

  ABBY

Right now?

  JENNY

Yes? 

 Abby takes the pants and is holding them waiting. Jeanie and Jenny wait in anticipation. Abby twirls her finger for them to turn around. They do. Abby checks to make sure no one is looking and slips off her pants. The door opens as her pants are at har ankles. 

  MAX

Damn girl! I leave you for one minute and you on some voyeur shit.

 Abby falls to the floor. Jenny and Jeanie see her exposed.

  ABBY

EVERYONE OUT!

 They all scurry as the door shuts. Back to Abby on the floor face covered. 

  ABBY (CONT.)

Can someone come shoot me now?

 Leaving the apartment. Abby, Max and Eliza stay to lock the door. Jeanie and Jenny are ahead.

  ABBY

Not a word.I don’t want to hear it. 

 Max and Abby raise their hands and walk away. 

 INT- at the music store. Abby had her hand placed on her hand place on her chin and is staring out the window. 

  MANAGER

Now I know you’re not sitting here because the new loop pedal doesn’t interest you. 

 Abby turns to face him. 

  ABBY

Sorry, just lost in thought. 

  MANAGER 

I can tell. Listen,I’m not gonna pry into your personal life but, if it’s something serious I hoped you know I can be a person to talk to. 

  ABBY

Ed, I know I can talk to you. I just don’t want to talk about it. It’s all my friends want to talk about. It’s all I focus on. Like a vicious cycle. 

   MANAGER

Hung up on a girl. 

ABBY

I never said that. 

  MANAGER

Okay. Fine. Just know your are worthy of time and respect. If you’re not getting that then they’re not worth your time. 

  ABBY

Mmmm…

 INT-Abby is pulling out her keys to go into her apartment after work. She is visibly tired. Before the key enters the lock the door cracks open, stretches his neck out. 

 MAX

Um… What are you doing here?

 ABBY

I live here?

 MAX

Didn’t you get my text?

 Abby pulls her phone from her pocket showing Max’s text.

 ABBY

I’m sorry. I didn’t see it. Can I just be in my room? 

 Loud talking erupts from the living room. Max leaves into the hall closing the door behind him. 

 MAX

Look you can’t be here right now. 

 ABBY

Max, I live here. You can’t just tell me to leave whenever. Who do you have over, anyways? 

  MAX

(Sighs)

It’s my parents. They… (in a whisper) they want to put Jake in rehab.

  ABBY

Oh my god what?! Your parents are here? What the fuck Max?

  MAX

Look I’m just trying to get this all figured out and I don’t want you involved. Okay?

  ABBY

Max..

  MAX

Please just let me work this out. I’ll text you.

 Max backs up into the apartment. Abby lingers. Shouts are muffled through the walls. She turns and walks down the hall. 

 EXT- Abby is out on the sidewalk at night. She’s aimlessly walking. She finds a coffee shop and goes inside. There is one lone barista. Not very tall, friendly face charismatic in energy. ”Medley:Kendrick Lamar” by Jessica Domingo is playing softly in the background, to an empty store. Abby walks up to the counter. 

  BARISTA 

What can I get you?

  ABBY

Can I have a latte, for here?

 Barista looks at the clock

BARISTA

Actually, we’re shutting down here soon. I can get you a drip?

  ABBY

Then why didn’t you just say that?

  BARISTA

Sorry habit. So a coffee or no?

  ABBY

 Sorry, that sounded rude. Yeah a coffee is fine. 

 Abby pulls out her wallet shaking her head to herself. Feeling ridiculous.

  BARISTA

Here you go. Did you you want any milk or sugar?

  ABBY

Yeah, both. I can get it-

  BARISTA 

I just put it away. I’ll grab it. 

 Abby looks around anxiously.The barista returns and starts to pour. 

  BARISTA

How do you like it?

  ABBY

(cooly)

Light and sweet.

  BARISTA 

Like your women?

 Abby blushes while the barista laughs at her own joke. 

  ABBY

Oh no, no…

  BARISTA

Which part?

  ABBY

Huh?

BARISTA

The color or women?

  ABBY

(stammers) 

I uh, you know, like not like..

  BARISTA

So both. 

  ABBY

I didn’t say that. 

BARISTA

She speaks!And in sentences. 

  ABBY

I don’t appreciate the taunting. 

 Abby picks up her coffee and sips it and passes money.

 BARISTA

It’s okay. It was the bottom of the thing so. No worries. 

 ABBY

Well, thanks. That makes up for the comment. 

 BARISTA

Uh huh. Sure. Anyways, we are closing so…  

  ABBY

Oh. Shit. Sorry I uh, just need to not be at home of a bit and-

  BARISTA

Nothing else is open.

  ABBY

Yeah…

  BARISTA

Well I mean technically, you could just be here while I clean up?

  ABBY

You’d be cool with that?

  BARISTA

I am here alone and clearly you have a silverfish infestation that’s out of control. 

  ABBY

I wish it were only that. Thanks, I’ll just sit over on the couch. If you don’t mind. 

  BARISTA

I don’t. 

 Abby walks over sheepishly to a couch and sits. The barista follows her with her eyes, then proceeds to start closing up shop. She finishes behind the bar and begins to start wiping the tables down making her way back to Abby who is sipping and playing with her phone. The barista is within ear shot. 

  ABBY

Is this a cover of Kendrick Lamar?

  BARISTA

Ah someone was paying attention. 

  ABBY

I like it. I’m always down for an acoustic guitar mash up. 

  BARISTA 

Especially a woman with a guitar.Mmmm 

 Abby blushes furiously and has no idea what to do with her body. 

  ABBY

So do you want me to give you a hand? I know I’m not supposed to or what ever but I feel bad just sitting here doing nothing. 

 The barista stands for a moment thinking then tosses the rag to Abby and walks away. 

  BARISTA 

Start  wiping the tables. I’ll flip the chairs.

 They both work together cleaning and closing up the shop occasionally getting near each other but focused on the task at hand. 

  BARISTA

Thanks for helping out. You didn’t have to. 

 ABBY

Thank you for letting me stay. I just hope I can actually go back now. 

 BARISTA 

I hope so too. It’s too late to be not at home in bed. 

 Abby shrugs. 

 ABBY

True. It was nice to meet you…

 BARISTA

Shawna. It was nice to have a helping hand. 

  ABBY

Well with an awesome playlist like that, wasn’t a trouble at all. 

 SHAWNA

I’m glad you liked it. 

[pauses]

Wait a sec.

 Shawna reaches over to a cup and pulls out a pen and starts writing on it. Then passing it to Abby.

  SHAWA (CONT.)

Just in case you have another invasion of roaches. 

 Abby reveals the number on the cup and nods. 

   ABBY

Will do. 

 They both get ready to walk out the door awkwardly weaving until both outside. Shawa locks the door while Abby waits. 

  ABBY

I guess I’ll see you around. 

  SHAWNA 

I guess you will. 

 They both go to leave but end up walking the same direction, continuing to walk. 

  SHAWNA 

You’re going this way?

  ABBY

Well this is awkward. 

SHAWNA

Nah, nah. I’m not going that far. Just to the bus stop.

ABBY

Yeah, I just live a couple of blocks away.

 SHAWNA 

It’s weird I’ve never seen you around. 

 ABBY

I suppose. I don’t really buy my-

 Abby freezes.

 SHAWNA

What? What it is?

 Abby darts over to a wall looking down the street. Jake is walking out with his parents and getting in a car while Max stands by the door. Abby looks back at Shawna. 

  ABBY

It’s nothing. You can go ahead. I’ll just wait here a minute. 

 Abby looks on silently while Shawna watches it all unfold. Max is standing by the outside door, eyes fixed on the sidewalk. 

  SHAWNA

You know him?

 Abby is still silently focused on Max.

  ABBY

Huh? What, oh yeah… um it’s a long story. Seriously you don’t have to wait for me. 

 Shawna looks back and forth. Disappointed. 

SHAWNA

Okay...I’ll see you around. 

 Abby still focuses let’s Shawna leave. Pivoting back around the corner she stews in frustration, for a moment then walks up to Max. 

  ABBY

So what the fuck happened?

  MAX

I-I tried to convince them but…

 Max looks down.

  ABBY

Max… I 

  MAX

Can we just go inside? It’s been a long day. 

  ABBY

Sure whatever you want. I got you. 

 Fade to black. Text across the screen. “Three months later”

 INT- The gang in playing settlers of catan together. Jake is back and healthy. Liza is getting along and is excited to play together. 

  LIZA

Ha-ha! Give me longest road bitch!

 Liza celebrates

JAKE

You know the game isn’t over. Right?

  LIZA

I don’t care. I win fair and square. 

  MAX

We haven’t even moved the thief. Liza that’s not how the game works. 

  ABBY

Unfortunately, they’re right. 

  LIZA 

Whatever.

 Sits with a plop. There’s a knock on the door. 

  GROUP (coos together)

MAX

Must be Shwana….

 Abby rolls her eyes to get the door as she shushes them. He opens the door. 

  ABBY

Hey.

  SHAWNA

Hey, yourself. You ready. 

  ABBY

Yeah. Let me grab my stuff. Come on in. 

 Shawna enters quietly and looks at the coffee table. 

  SHAWNA

Oooo. Catan. Who’s winning?

  LIZA

Well that depends on who you ask. 

  MAX

I didn’t say you weren’t actively winning just that you hadn’t won. 

  SHAWNA

Well, someone has the longest road. I would say that’s winning. 

  LIZA

I knew I’d like you. 

 Abby returns to the living room. 

  ABBY

Ready?

 Shawna nods. Abby turns to the group. 

  ABBY (Cont.)

I see you guys later then. Don’t burn down the house. 

  IN UNISON

Yes… Mama Abby

 EXT- Abby and Shawna are walking hand in hand. 

  SHAWNA

Jake looks good. How’s Max holding up?

  ABBY

He is. He’s been back a week or so. We’ve been trying to keep him close. Max is doing a lot better. I think her felt like everything was falling apart. But now he’s sort of realized he can’t control Jake and Jake wants the best for his brother. We had a little talk about it. 

  SHAWNA

That’s good. He probably needed to hear that from you more than anyone else. 

 Abby smiles 

ABBY

It’s just good to have things a little calmer. For while I thought it was all going to fall apart, there for a minute. 

  SHAWNA

Mhmm. When you’re trying to stop smoking and your best friend goes to rehab, being stressed out is pretty normal. Speaking of which. 

 Shawna holds out her hand. 

  ABBY

What?

Shawna lifts her eyes brow.

  ABBY (Cont.)

I have to ween myself off.I can’t just quit cold turkey. 

 Shawan waves her hand. Abby pulls out a pack of cigarettes. 

SHAWNA

See that wasn’t hard. 

 She takes them and throws them in the nearest trash can. 

ABBY

You’re cruel sometimes.

  SHAWNA 

You’ll thank me when you don’t have lung cancer. 

(Pauses)

I’m going to go ahead and get our tickets from will call. Wait here. 

 Shawan kisses Abby on the cheek. Abby waits and pulls out her phone. There’s a text. She’s opens it to see that it’s Jenny. “Hey.” Abby looks up a Shawna getting their tickets and looks back at the phone. She pulls up the keyboard, fingers hovered over. Then stops. She taps the contact button thumb hovering over the delete contact. Shawna walks over. 

  SHAWNA

Who’s that. 

 Abby looks up. 

ABBY

Oh. It’s nobody important. 

 She presses delete and puts the phone in her back pocket. She wraps her arm around Shawna’s waist and walks into the venue. “Somebody that I used to know” plays the outro. 

 THE END BITCHES.

[spnsimpleman]

The Unknowns: Ten

This is a continuation for The Unknowns.  Which was a one shot and is now a long ass Prologue.  Part One.  Part Two. Part Three. Part Four.  Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven.  Part Eight.  Part Nine.

Dean x Psychic!reader

Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.

Word count: 3521

Lines borrowed from season one episode nineteen, “Provenance” in Bold.

Sam and I sat at another bar table, this one a lot cleaner than the last. We were scanning through a few newspapers as I picked at the last of my fries. A band was setting up on the stage in the back and I was a little excited to hear some live music instead of a scratchy jukebox.

I was feeling a lot better than I had in days, maybe weeks and tonight felt like it was going to be a good night.

I glanced up from the newspaper and spotted Dean leaning over the pool table pretending to have trouble with a shot he had made a thousand times without trying.

“Check this out.” Sam leaned over and handed me the paper then slid the journal in between us. “The Telesca’s of New Paltz, New York both found dead in their home. Throats slit, no prints or weapons, house locked up tight.” Then he tapped the journal, “exactly like three other murders in upstate New York.”

I glanced back and forth between the newsprint and John’s meticulous handwriting, “so your dad was waiting for another lead or he thought it was taken care of. Does it say if he ever looked into it any further?”

“No, just the notes on all the murders and his suspicions that it was paranormal.”

Dean was suddenly at my side and his hand landed on my hip. “Up for a little game of pool?”

I smirked at him, “Sam found a case.”  

Dean glanced at Sam and frowned, “but I need you to teach these idiots a lesson.” I hiked my brow up and he sighed looking at Sam, “alright, whaddaya got?”

Sam gave him a rundown and Dean glanced back toward the pool table and held up one finger. He took a sip from my beer waiting for Sam to finish. “Alright, I’m with you, it’s worth checking out. We can’t pick this up until first thing, right?”

Sam and I looked over to the pool tables where the three college age guys were laughing looking our way. Sam sighed, “yeah.”

Dean tossed his keys to Sam and pulled me from my stool, “don't wait up, Sammy. We’re gonna pull in this week’s rent.”

“We don't pay rent,” Sam huffed but was already stacking the newspapers.

“You know what I mean.”

I rolled my eyes at Dean’s impatience to get over to the pool table and leaned toward Sam, “are you sure? I could get him to leave.”

He smiled, “yeah. I'm good. I'll check some things out on my end and we can start fresh in the morning.”

Dean grinned, “see? Come on, I can't wait to see the looks on these asshats when we dust ‘em.”

I pushed his chest, “go on, I'll be right over.”

Dean walked away and I met Sam’s gaze, “seriously, if you want some company I’ll do this fast and we can go.”

Sam shook his head and chuckled, “I'll be fine. Besides, I think you should help him let off some steam. He’s been increasingly annoying recently.”

“Must you be so crude?” He grinned like a fool and I got a hint of what was so funny and jabbed my finger toward him, “not funny. We do not bring up that case! I almost killed you two and I swear to God if you ever slip him Viagra or any variant of it ever again, I will smash your balls. Got it?”

Sam pulled his lips into between his teeth desperately trying to contain himself but still couldn't keep the smile trapped. “I will not bring up the case that shall not be named and no more prank wars.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, “I swear. Honestly, never.”

I kept my finger pointed at him for good measure, “goodnight, Samuel.”

He nodded with that smile teasing at the corner of his mouth, “night, Y/n.”

~~

The next morning, I carefully maneuvered out of the car, my skirt a little tighter than I remembered, and straightened my suit jacket. “Rich people, man. Can’t let that expensive crap sit too long.”

Dean’s hands smoothed down my hips and Sam hissed, “dude!”

I glanced at Dean and admonished him with the poshest accent I could, “I’d thank you to keep your hands to yourself, sir. A lady is not to be touched in such a way in public. For shame.” I grinned as the soreness in my legs reminding me that I was no lady, at least not all the time.

Dean and I were still riding the wave from last night’s high. From the pool table where we cleaned up to the hour we spent drinking beer, listening to the live band, and dancing together thoroughly enjoying the rare moments between the hunt where we were just us; two young lovers enjoying the night out. I still felt the beats from the drummer, the pulse from the loud speakers blaring the guitars and voices of the cover band all the way out into the parking lot while we swayed close together on the makeshift dance floor and when we spilled out into the cool night. It had been a great night.

Dean wiggled his brows then turned to Sam, “we need to find more rich people cases.”

Sam rolled his eyes and picked up his pace. I caught up with him and was lucky I didn’t fall on my face. “Damn, I haven’t worn heels in way too long.” Dean grinned at me and I had to shake the memories from last night off and focus, “okay, remember we work for Connors Limited.”

“We’re just looking around.” Dean shrugged and Sam’s annoyance level was almost funny.

I gave Dean a look to settle, “hoighty toighty means buku security so please keep the sarcasm to a minimum or maybe just pretend you’re mute. Don’t be offended, it’s just you are a tad prejudiced toward the wealthier folk.”

“I am n…”

“You called them wasps in the car.”

“They are.”

Sam and I glanced at each other and I wished I had made some kind of bet. I walked ahead and they followed me inside.

The price tags at places like this always amazed me especially with the items I couldn’t understand how any person could possibly want in their home. Some of the people around me felt the same and yet they had to have it because someone else was eyeing it. It reminded me far too much of animals marking their territory and proving dominance. As much as I disproved of Dean judging an entire group of people simply by his associations in the past, I couldn't defend this group too much. Except for one woman who seemed above it all, only spending time in front of pieces that truly interested her.

The collective energy around me shifted and I looked up from a remarkably awful clock and scanned the area. A man with a very dignified bearing was heading straight for Dean and Sam. “Shit.” I made my way toward them without drawing more attention.

“We’re there, Chuckles. Just need to take another look.”

I rushed the last few steps and had to press my hands into their backs to keep from toppling over. I plastered the best smile I could and reached a hand forward. “I’m sorry, excuse my savant.”

The man shook my hand and Dean turned toward a passing waiter. Sam was clearly still reeling from Dean’s response and I looked at him with a glance at Dean hoping he understood the signal to stay with his brother. Sam smiled at the man then followed Dean.

The man, probably manager or owner, watched them, his eyes narrowing, “they are a little rough around the edges but they're brilliant. The taller one is a genius, his knowledge is just off the charts and his ability to negotiate, well, I shouldn’t say that to you. The other may be more awkward socially, I’m still working on that but his eye for art rivals the greats, I mean he spotted a fake without ever knowing a thing about the painting.”

The man was getting bored with me but he did believe my story. I hoped it was enough to give us time. “Keep an eye,” he glanced in the direction the boys went, “and a tight leash on your… savants.” I wanted to smack the smile off his face but I simply responded in kind with far better acting.

I walked away but watched him from the corner of my eye. He went straight toward an ornate desk against a back wall. He was going to look up whatever the boys told him. We were out of time. I glanced around but couldn’t see them. “Damnit, I knew they should’ve just bought new clothes.”

~~

Dean parked the car and headed for the motel office. Sam was looking at something on his phone and I pulled out my own. I really wanted to text Pamela and ask about Jess but knew it wasn't a good idea. It was bad enough I kept trying not to think about her around Dean but after I saw the way Sam looked at Sarah, I couldn't get Jess out of my head.  

The car was stifling. I climbed out and stretched my arms over my head breathing deeply then bending down low. I looked at the heels on my feet and scowled.

Dean whistled and I looked up. He walked toward me and slipped his hand into my jacket pocket with a wink. It wasn't hard to figure out what he deposited there and I wasn't complaining but I had other things on my mind.

I pulled off the offending shoes as Dean grabbed our bag from the trunk that Sam must've opened. I tip toed over the asphalt and almost bumped into the boys standing just inside the door. “What?”

Dean and Sam finally moved into the room and I got the full view of the Disco Fever that had stopped them, not the most ridiculous we had seen, but it definitely took points for the mirror ball. I dropped the heels, shut the door, and shuffled over to a white chair then sat and rubbed my feet. Sam and Dean’s normal back and forth was background noise to my own inner struggle about Jess.

“In other words, you want me to use her.”

“Sometimes you gotta take one for the team.”

My stomach twisted and I turned the chair around. They were each standing in front of a bed with their bags in front of them. “You could just ask her on a date and we’ll go to the same place just in case you need an out or something.”

Dean’s head snapped in my direction, “what?”

“Why not?”

Dean glanced at Sam and his confusion deepened, “oh, umm.”

“Oh so, Sam can take one for the team but you can't back him up?”

“Sure, why not.” His confusion was apparent enough for Sam to glance between us and wonder what was going on.

I strode over to Dean, took the phone and gave it to Sam. “You got this. It's just a friendly dinner. Nothing to it… just friends.” I tried not to wince from the sound of my fumbling words or Sam’s concern. I smiled then rushed to the door, “just tell me the time.”

“Where are you going?”

I dug the second key out of my pocket as I left the room and left Dean to answer Sam. I opened the next door and shut it with a firm push. It was probably too much but I was safely behind the door. Safely away from prying eyes and concerned glances.

I walked over to the bed and collapsed. I could hear Jessica in my head, her telling me that everything would be okay, that I shouldn’t worry, but if there was one thing Sam wouldn’t forgive me for, it would be letting him unknowingly cheat on her. Saving her wouldn't cover me for that indiscretion.

I rushed up the stairs to the second-floor apartment, the stench of burnt cloth and hair already in my nose. I saw the door from my dream and rushed over with my lock picks already in my hands. I quickly unlocked it and slipped inside.

The apartment was dark and quiet but I could already feel it; the twist in my stomach, the stab in my chest, the heat and the thin air. I crept through the apartment not daring to raise my voice as I followed the past movements of an energy I'd known my whole life.

I made it to a bedroom, Sam’s room, his energy pulsed around me and I missed him even more. My attention veered to the water running in an adjoined bathroom.

The shadow wasn’t inside the apartment but it was still too close. I shoved my hand into my jacket pocket and grasped the small box reassuring myself that it was still there.

I pushed the bathroom door open and Jess opened her mouth to scream but I covered it before she could make a noise. “Listen to me very carefully. My name is Y/n.” She nodded, she knew me. “Good, that will make this a lot easier. I hate to tell you this but tonight is the night you die.”

 The bed shifted beside me and Dean’s warmth chased the memory away. I locked it in the vault in the back of my mind. His hand slipped under my shirt and splayed on my lower back, “what was that?”

“Nothing,” I spoke into the pillow. It was childish and I felt like an idiot but I had never seen Sam look at any woman on the road the way he had looked at Sarah when we left. Maybe I was being childish but I felt his guilt because she intrigued him. It killed me.

“Really?”

I turned enough to see his face, “I thought we could use a date night.”

His brow rose and he smirked, “Sam’s a big boy. He’ll be fine.”

“I know.”

“You and I can go grab something we’d actually enjoy eating because you know Sam will take her somewhere fancy and blow the money we just made. Let them have their fancy dinner.”

“Who says I don't like fancy?”

He laid down beside me, “wha’ kind of fancy would you like?” His wannabe French accent wasn't exactly spot on but that made it funnier than it should've been. He pulled me against him, “do you really wan’ to go to some stuffy place because I will pull ou’ all ze stops and zen spend every min’net zinking abou’ how much I wan’ to peel your fancy dress off.” His terrible quasi-French accent fell away, “you need a fancy dress, right? So we'd have to go shopping for one and then…” I kissed him cutting off his rambling story.

I gazed into his eyes, his pride from his accomplishment flowing through me. “Okay, I'll butt out of Sam’s date. But only if I get to see you in that fancy suit you were going to wear.”

He grinned, “oh, I've got a fancy suit for you.”

~~

Dean and I were laying on the second bed in Sam’s room watching an old black and white movie when Sam finally came back from his date.

“I knocked on your door.” He walked to the table and set down a file barely looking at us.

I sat up and scooted back against the headboard, “I figured this would be easier and you wouldn't be worried about... interrupting something.” I gave him a soft smile to battle the voice in my head, and I didn't want any chance of you being alone with her had you brought her back.

He sat down and opened the file folder, lifting four or five pages. “The provenances for the painting.”

Dean moved toward the end of the bed, “and?”

I stared at the television feigning non-interest to his time spent in Sarah’s company.

“And nothing, that's it. I left.”

“You didn't have to con her or…”

“Dean, get your mind out of the gutter.”

I felt terrible but I was relieved even if I felt what he wasn't saying.

“You know we could hang around even I can see you’re into her.”

“Dean,” I growled.

They both twisted toward me, staring with their confusion written all over their face, Sam once again emanating concern. But then Dean tilted his head as something came to him, “right… that.”

Sam glanced at Dean, “what?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking as his surprise darkened, “he's just realizing what an ass he’s been for pushing you.”

Dean looked down, “yeah, just… sorry, Sam.”

“Wow. I… okay, you guys are taking the silent conversation to a whole new level.”

Dean’s brow wiggled, “you have no idea. We can talk a little without speaking a word when one of us has really heightened emotions and I can feel her…” Dean paused and glanced at me, “ah…”

Heat crept up my neck and I snapped, “shut up now, please.”

Sam glanced between us with his brow hiked up, “wow, yeah. Please stop.”

Dean’s grin stretched, “it’s been weird ever since that reaper case.”

Sam looked down at the papers in his hand, “anyway, I think I've got something here.”

Dean walked over and compared the names of owners with the names in John's journal as I sat staring down at the bed afraid that I somehow gave away something else.

Could Dean really have figured it out? Surprise that bloomed into recognition. He hadn't asked about the four thing again but… could he possibly have somehow connected the dots? Did he hear me thinking of Jess? If he got enough information then he would have to lie to his brother. I really didn’t want that. Having one lie was too much.

“Y/n?”

I looked up, “hmm?”

“Are you coming or what?”

“Where?”

“We’re going to destroy the painting before it can be sold.”

I yawned before I could even think about it, “no thanks, you guys can do the b and e without me.”

Sam turned his concerned gaze on me, “hey, I'm okay. Really.”

“I know. Destruction of property just isn’t my thing and honestly, I'm exhausted.”

Dean nodded for Sam to go ahead then walked over to me, “you do realize you're in Sam’s room, right?”

I scooted to the end of the bed staring at the door where Sam had just disappeared.

“Hey, what's going on in that pretty head of yours? You've got nothing to worry about, okay?” I was drawn into his eyes as his calming warmth moved through me. He felt my worry or just read it on my face, I wondered which was true but too afraid to ask. “The demon doesn't know where we are. We’re safe.” He hugged me, “you sure you want to stay behind?”

I closed my eyes as I squeezed him, relief crashing, “yeah. I'm just tired. Everything’s just… overworked.”

“Mmm.” He kissed me then pulled back, his gaze searching but whatever question I felt stirring, he decided against it. “I’ll find you in my bed tonight? I promise no more funny business. Just rest.”

I touched his face. “You know I sleep better with you around.”

“Remember that.” He grinned and gave me a final kiss before running out the door and closing it behind him.

The demon. He thought I was thinking of the demon. Christ, that was too close.

I turned off the television and padded out of the room and into the neighboring one. Once inside, the buzz made me freeze then it went off again and I recognized it. My phone on the small nightstand in between the two beds had danced then fell silent.

I laid down on the bed and grabbed my phone, my eyes already heavy but I glanced at the message. The alert told me two text messages from Pamela. I opened it and read them.

All good here. Hope the same for you.

I miss you.

It wasn't Pamela who had texted and as much as Jess relieved an ache I was only recently realizing I had, it hurt. I hit reply and held back the tears by biting my tongue. Trying my best.  My thumb hovered over the send button but then I deleted it and tried again. Getting there. Miss you too. More than I thought possible.

I hit send and a few tears escaped. I deleted the two messages and my reply then put the phone back on the nightstand. I didn't need any more questions and I didn't think I'd be able to talk about the odd messages with Dean without giving something away.

I closed my eyes, my palm rubbing over the small scar on my forearm, and let the tears fall. It was the only relief I could afford right now.

Eleven

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What to Do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at Night? Best 8 Places in District 3 at Night

District 3, Saigon has been a part of my daily life for two years since I started my career as a freelance tour guide. As a guide, I like discovering new places in my free time, either by myself or with a group of friends. As a result, I found so many interesting things to do in my current area. District 3 to me is a quiet town where a majority of the middle-class Saigonese live. When darkness falls, District 3 starts coming to life as people from other parts of Saigon flock here for a night of stress-killing.

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night?  District 3 nightlife has many coffee shops, boutique stores, hipster bars, restaurants, and clubs. Down below I will recommend my favorite spots to spend a night out in District 3. The price, vibe, and experience are different and diverse depending on which location you pick.

Feel free to mix and match from these recommendations to create a fun night out that is customized for you and friends! For me, a night date with my boyfriend would start with watching live music with a drink at the Acoustic Bar, then a lovely dinner at Shri, and a late night filled with dancing at the Social Club.

Acoustic Bar - Cafe Rock

Acoustic Bar to me is one of the leading bars with live music in Saigon. They hire fantastic bands who jam out classic rock ballads for customers to dance and sing to. These smart choices of rock ballad songs keep the faithful regulars coming back to the Acoustic Bar night after night. What we love about Acoustic Bar, besides the music, is the lounge itself which is not too big so we can actually feel the beat of the music.

There are several familiar bands playing at the bar each night as their regular customers always praise them highly. My favorites are the Stick-it-tu-da-man (Rock ballad), Akalika (Alternative Rock) and Acoustic Band (R&B, Pop Ballad, Blues).

When coming to the bar I would recommend taking a grab bike or taxi cab. Acoustic Bar is located at the end of an alley so parking is very limited. There are two things I would like to see improved in the future at the Acoustic Bar. The first is that smoking is allowed inside which becomes a bit heavy and smelly for non-smokers. My second suggestion is that the cocktails could have a better taste and variety if compared to other cocktail bars in the city. However, if you're here just for the live music then a bottle of Strongbow or beer still works perfectly for a fun night out. For fans of rock out there, remember to come before 9:45 PM, as this is when the bands ignite the crowd with impressive rock beats! Afterwards, feel free to request your favorite songs for the band to play. These bandmates are always happy to please their fans!

Address: 6E1 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, Ward 7, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:30 PM

Phone number: (+84)816 777 773

Price: $

  Biacraft Artisan Ales

I'm more than happy to include Biacraft Artisan Ales to any of my guests or friends every time they ask me for recommendations. I always come here at least once a month because Biacraft has the most extensive collection of craft beers in Vietnam, both locally brewed and imported.

The Space is cozy and delightful, which is fantastic for a discussion with customers, a romantic date, or simply a stress-killing night. Biacraft founders did an excellent job in offering a wide range of beers that differ in their taste and smell. The way they name their beers is cool and exceptional. You can find some beers with their funny names such as Holy Grail, Short But Arrogant, or Ugly But Vain. In addition to the beer itself, the food is very tasty. Biacraft offers some classic comfort food along with more creative dishes. I have really enjoyed their Chicken Skin Nachos, Fresh Oysters, and Fish and Chips. If you are craving some great craft beers and comfort food then don’t miss Biacraft for a night out in D3.

Address: 1 Le Ngo Cat Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 11:00AM - 11:00PM

Phone number: (+84)2839 330 903

Price: $$

  SOHY – Sky Lounge and Dining

SOHY comes to my mind when I need a panoramic view of the city and a deep conversation with my friends. To me, SOHY is a lot more than just being the highest rooftop lounge in Saigon.

My experiences with SOHY usually start at around 7 PM, a great time for dinner. I prefer booking a table for a group of 4 somewhere near the glass window. I enjoy the vibrant view when looking down at the buildings lit up at night. I’m a devoted fan of Vietnamese cuisine , but there are times when I'm desperate for a new cuisine to taste. That's when SOHY pops up in my head with its wide range of European cuisine besides Vietnamese food.

Even though the food is very good, what I think SOHY does best is its theme as a drinking establishment rather than a restaurant. I prefer coming here for a glass of wine, and I love how diversified its wine choices are.

The space at SOHY is fancy, serene, charming, and cozy. Since the lounge attracts a huge number of celebrities in the city, the quality of staff, food and drinks are second to none, which make sense of the price. I think SOHY is a great choice for a drink at a rooftop lounge to enjoy the company of friends or a date. The price is on the expensive side so do expect to pay for the view.

Address: Floor 25-26 Centec Tower - 72 - 74 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 5:30 PM - 1:30 AM

Phone number: (+84)907 878 778

Price: $$$

  The Gangs – Grill and Beer

Beer and grilled meat definitely cannot go without each other, and The Gangs does a great job in combining the two together. This is indeed an exciting and popular spot where people can gather for a fun night out for delicious food and beers.

The Gangs offer both indoor and outdoor dining spaces, which I prefer the outdoor setting more as it's spacious, refreshing, and better for smoky grills. The grilled meat platters here are all excellent in taste and diversity. When I come with my close friends, we go for The Gangs Meat Platter. On the platter my favorite dish is the lamb shank. The meat can sometimes be a bit on the chewy side, which is the preferred texture for Vietnamese. If this is an issue for you, please be sure to let your waitress know. The next thing I would say about The Gangs is the atmosphere is very lively and crowded. This is a typical example of a memorable hangout or even a date with someone you like. Hence, there's no reason why you should skip this place when looking for what to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night!

The staff are active and quick when called, which means your girls' night out or boys' night out with beer, BBQ, talkfest, and laughter will be handled well with no issues. Some of their staff also speak a little bit of English to make it easier for travellers.

Address: 131 Nguyen Phuc Nguyen Street, Ward 10, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)971 565 557

Open hours: 11:00 AM - 02:00 AM

Price: $$

  The Square Restaurant - Novotel Saigon Centre

Since I’m a big fan of casual fun talk and crowded nightlife, I don’t really go to a buffet restaurant quite often. In case I need some changes once in a while, I’ll be opting for The Square Restaurant at Novotel Saigon Centre for their famous seafood buffet. The Square is located on the second floor of 4-star hotel in District 3 – Novotel Saigon Centre. That's why interior decoration and staff quality are undoubtedly excellent. This open kitchen allows you to feast in a wide array of Asian – European cuisine every day, where you can observe the cooking process up-close.

The seafood buffet is universally praised by patrons of the restaurant. Their seafood is fresh, tasty and diverse, which comes in a range of about 50 – 70 different dishes. Oysters, lobsters, crabs and fish can be grilled upon request. Sushi and desserts are available as well. While an expensive option, this is an excellent and fancy choice for a night out on the town.

Address: Novotel Saigon Centre - 167 Hai Ba Trung Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:00 PM.

Phone number: (+84)2838 224 866

Price: $$$

  Rico Taco Saigon

Rico Taco is where big fans of authentic Mexican food can satisfy their needs when in District 3, Saigon. I'm honestly not an expert when it comes to Mexican food, but Fish Taco here really wake up my taste buds. It's crispy and delicious with a sweet corn salsa. I highly recommend Fish Tacos for anyone intending to check it out.

At Rico Taco Saigon, the staff are well-trained and the atmosphere is perfect. There are two dining sections, one with A/C indoor and one outdoor. The Mexican background music boosts the dining space even more. They also offer pizza for those who aren’t in the mood for traditional mexican fare.

  Address: 29 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 300 233

Open hours: 11:00 AM – 11:00 PM

Price: $$

  Shri Restaurant and Lounge

It's not hard to find Shri mentioned in multiple platforms and blogs advising people where to have fun in District 3 at night. What I like about Shri beside its fantastic view are the food and drink selections.

Shri is well known for its stunning view from the outside patio on the 23rd floor. While Shri does serve food throughout the day on their lunch and dinner menu, I highly recommend checking out the Bar and Tapas menu for some small plates. This will go great with a cocktail on the patio as you sit and enjoy the gorgeous view of the city with a drink in your hand. I would recommend Shri for a romantic view and some cocktails with your significant other or a quiet conversation with a group of friends.

Address: Floor 23, Centec Tower - 72-74, Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: Mon – Fri: 10:30 AM - 12:00 AM | Sat – Sun: 04:00 PM - 12:00 AM

Phone number: (+84)2838 279 631

Price: $$$

  Social Club - Hotel Des Art

Sitting up above the rooftop of the Hôtel des Arts Saigon, Social Club Rooftop Bar is where I drop by for an overview of the hectic streets of District 3 down below. The first time I came to Social Club, I was joining a networking event by Travel Massive. I knew right away I would be back soon.

You will find a setting of standing tables and  tall chairs scattered throughout the outside lounge, which is a thoughtful design for different group sizes. The quiet and high-end atmosphere here makes it perfect for a meet-up with customers or a date.

I don't just come here for a sip of cocktails, because the vibrant ambient music and DJs playing also help chase my stress away, especially at the end of a hard-working day. Uplifting music by the local DJ is in between 8:30 PM and 1:00 AM weekdays, and 8:30 PM – 2:00 AM weekend. Social Club's staff are fluent in English, well-trained, and active. If you are staying nearby this area, you may consider coming here at least once during your stay.

Address: 76 78 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 898 888

Open hours: 12:05 PM - 12:00 AM

Price: $$$

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night? It’s not a problem anymore with the list above. I believe you will have up to two or three fun nights out with these 8 places. Feel free to save this list for later use and don't hesitate to share it with your friends!

Ho Chi Minh City Nightlife

Source Here: What to Do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at Night? Best 8 Places in District 3 at Night

[creativitytoexplore]

Pandemic Advertising Got Weird Fast

A few weeks ago, as millions of Americans settled into home confinement in a desperate effort to stymie an era-defining pandemic, Little Caesars invited them to step up to its Pizza Portal, a virus-hostile pie locker that circumvents the need for human interaction. Little Caesars was not the only brand—or, for that matter, the only pizza company—that wanted people to know their lockdown options. Commercials by Domino’s and Papa John’s reminded viewers that the heat of pizza ovens annihilates germs. Others had different ideas: Become a Burger King Couch Potatriot with a socially distant burger delivery. Buy a face mask from Forever 21 and it will donate a mask to a person in need. Take up to 25 percent off kitchen-organizing essentials at the Container Store. Buy a whole Hyundai on the internet.

Even in a culture numbed to viral stunt marketing, these abrupt pivots to the pandemic in television commercials, social-media posts, and marketing emails have been hard to ignore. It’s jarring to see advertisers, usually so optimistic about their products as a means to improve lives or grant happiness, forced to acknowledge that things in America are broadly terrible. Some viewers have noted an unsettlingly similar solemnity across brands’ pledges to protect and serve their clientele. Others have found comfort in the commercials’ shoddy earnestness; if America’s salespeople have no choice but to share in everyone’s uncertainty, then maybe the country is mostly united after all.

Together, these ads reveal a pandemic dystopia with a particularly American twist. With unpredictable government-aid coffers, most companies that want to remain solvent through an extended catastrophe will have to master the precarious, high-stakes art of disastertising. To do it, they’ll need to persuade you that giving them your money is an act of solidarity.

[Read: Don’t spit! Pandemic posters through the years]

By most accounts, the coronavirus catastrophe became real to advertisers around the same time it did for lots of Americans: when the NBA suspended its season. “That’s when we were like, ‘Oh, this is going to be big, and it’s going to change consumer behavior and affect people’s lives for real,’” says Fernando Machado, the chief marketing officer for Restaurant Brands International, which owns Burger King, Popeyes, and Tim Hortons. The company shut down all its offices in the country and threw out its existing advertising plans. Its new ads spotlight low-contact payment and the plan to scoot bags of food out the drive-through window on a tray. If the company’s restaurants were going to pay employees and order supplies, it wanted people to know they could still come buy food.

At Domino’s, the situation was similar, according to Kate Trumbull, a vice president of advertising at the company. The pizza giant scrapped an ad campaign that showed customers standing close to one another, rolled out information about its hands-free food-packaging practices, and repurposed a Risky Business–themed ad to address social distancing. (Sliding around at home in your socks and underwear is all too relevant to many viewers now.)

Chain restaurants like these have an edge when it comes to disastertising. Most small restaurants have had to close during the pandemic because they have no delivery infrastructure or can’t sustain themselves on takeout alone. Grocery stores force people into close contact, sometimes run short on staple goods, and have few or no delivery options in many parts of the country. Pizza delivery and drive-through, meanwhile, are convenient enough to be recast as public services. On top of that, chains can advertise that they're offering thousands of low-wage food-service jobs to Americans who have lost their income in the past few weeks. “We are open, and we are hiring,” Trumbull says. “If there’s one way that Domino’s could actually help right now, that’s the way.”

Both Machado and Trumbull say that Americans have greeted their companies’ efforts with near-uniform positivity. Customers, they say, are grateful for the information about pandemic-related services and safety procedures. Marketing executives of course have a vested interest in the perceived success of their work, but some evidence exists that people actually do appreciate companies that disseminate this information, even if the ads themselves are a little corny. A recent survey by the data company Morning Consult asked participants what they’d prefer to see in ads during the pandemic, and among the eight options, by far the most popular choice was ads that explain how companies have changed their services. Explicit information about safety procedures was also among the top requests.

There are many reasons Americans might embrace this performance of coronavirus care, including the simple comfort of knowing that companies that sell your favorite french fries or service your car have given at least a passing thought to your safety. But there might also be a certain appeal in hearing clear, useful information from whatever powerful American institutions are willing to supply it right now, when guidance from the U.S. government—the institution ostensibly most responsible for providing it—has been slow, inconsistent, and confusing. Plus, advertising gives businesses far broader and easier access to people’s attention than other sources of solid safety information have, such as public-health experts or epidemiologists, who offer sound guidance in far less profitable ways.

[Read: Brands are not our friends]

In the past decade or so, deepening cultural and political divisions in America have frequently led to perceived leadership vacuums, in which broad consensus is difficult to rally for any particular institution or person. Those vacuums have often been filled by brands that see social issues as an opportunity to connect with customers—especially younger ones, who want to believe that there’s a right way to spend their money. “That comes from a mix of deep cynicism and heady idealism” on the part of young people, says Jessica Greenwood, the global chief marketing officer at the advertising agency R/GA, which works with brands such as Nike, Airbnb, and Verizon. “They want to believe that these companies can change the world, but also they’re very cynical about being sold to.” In the Morning Consult survey, people under 40 were more likely than their older counterparts to think advertising should cease entirely during the pandemic, but they also generally responded more positively than older people to recent ads that struck a useful, empathetic tone.

Today’s disastertising does merit plenty of cynicism. Beyond the plausibly useful ads, quarantine TV is flooded with messages of vague support from soda brands, insurance companies, or tech firms, set to sensitive melodies. Many of those ads feature the voices of executives insisting that we’re all in this together, while those executives might be self-isolating in sunny vacation compounds. This worst kind of messaging flies beyond the bounds of simple uselessness and lands at full-on smarm; there’s no value except to the company itself, reminding you that it’s still around to accept whatever money you have left.

The canniest disastertisers, meanwhile, aren’t relying on tone-deaf ads to rally people to their cause. Instead of traditional avenues, many companies have turned to conspicuous acts of charity. AB InBev, which owns Budweiser, has donated $5 million and some of its advertising airtime to the Red Cross, and the company is using some of its facilities to manufacture hand sanitizer. Apple has donated millions of masks and other protective gear to health-care workers. The shoe brand Crocs donated thousands of pairs of rubber clogs to health-care workers, then paid Priyanka Chopra to post about its good works on her Instagram account. Machado says that Burger King has donated more than 1 million meals to hungry kids through a charity partner. “Yes, it’s marketing, but it takes into account the context that people are in and the impact on their lives,” he says.

Read: The four rules of pandemic economics

Small local businesses pioneered many of these most popular pandemic charity ideas. But local companies largely lack the public-relations muscle or name recognition necessary to receive national media attention and public support, which R/GA’s Greenwood says is crucial for companies hoping to survive. “Everybody is watching Netflix and listening to Spotify premium and spending a lot of time in places that don’t have ads,” she notes. “In that environment, the tools that you have available to you as an advertiser are PR and social media—things that respond really well to newsworthy actions.” For big companies, an act doesn’t even have to be all that grand: Coors Light recently won press appreciation for delivering 150 cans of its product to an elderly woman who had put a sign in her window bemoaning her lack of beer.

But charity doesn’t guarantee plaudits for major companies, Greenwood cautions. When a brand courts positive attention, “people immediately look at your corporate practices and say, ‘Well, you’re expressing solidarity, but you’re not paying your workers,’ or ‘You’re expressing solidarity but refusing to shut down your warehouses,’” she says. “It’s super, super important right now to have all your ducks in a row, because if you want to say anything that’s meaningfully human at this time, you have to be operating in very human ways, and that’s not true of every company.”

This blowback has been particularly swift for the employers of low-wage service workers, who have been drafted into duty as de facto first responders in jobs with few benefits and an elevated risk of contracting COVID-19. Amazon and Instacart workers have gone on strike for better working conditions. Walmart is running ads in which its CEO expresses solemn appreciation for the company’s store employees while those employees work in dangerous conditions and receive meager sick leave. At least two Walmart store employees have died from coronavirus complications so far. (Walmart did not respond to a request for comment.) Many retailers have responded to these complaints with hazard pay, which usually amounts to a few extra bucks an hour, as well as paid sick leave. Accessing sick leave at some companies requires a positive coronavirus test or an official quarantine order, which can be extremely difficult to get until a person is severely ill.

Many fast-food workers experience similar issues with low pay and paltry sick leave, but they face a different set of challenges during the workday. Their restaurants’ dining rooms are largely closed, but commercial kitchens are close quarters, even when run with a skeleton crew. In-store employees for Domino’s have raised concerns about inconsistent safety procedures and the availability of masks and gloves, and Burger King employees fear that they’re still in too much contact with customers. Both Domino’s and Burger King say that they’re doing what’s possible to provide safety gear and sanitizing equipment for employees amid shortages, and that all workers in corporate-owned stores are eligible for paid sick leave.

In spite of disastertising’s pitfalls for brands and how much people may loathe it at times, it’s too late for the country to save itself from the necessity of some kind of advertising during COVID-19. Marketing is tied up in almost all parts of the modern American economy. The sale of goods and services is necessary to keep workers everywhere from factory floors to corporate headquarters fed. Advertising is also the economic engine of much of media, including journalism. If advertisers simply were to go idle, the harm could radiate out to lots of working- and middle-class people with little or no direct connection with advertising itself. In past recessions, companies that maintained their communications presence had an easier time recovering when the economy stabilized, enabling them to retain employees they might have otherwise laid off.

Just how necessary it is to disastertise—to contort a simple message about drive-through lanes or beer delivery to paint a company as public servants during an extraordinary moment—isn’t as clear. Americans seem eager for practical information and opportunities to help, not solemn vows of corporate togetherness. It’s also a choice, not a foregone conclusion, that the American economy is held together by advertising and low-wage workers during a crisis. Overseas, some governments have helped coordinate the distribution of necessary supplies to their homebound citizens, instead of forcing fast-food-delivery people and Walmart cashiers to shoulder the burden with little oversight. For companies whose income has dwindled, many governments are paying the majority of workers’ wages to prevent layoffs and allow more people to stay home.

If disasters have any silver lining, it’s that they give people a rare opportunity to reimagine society. When the pandemic ends, America might try to create a future that’s less reliant on broad public knowledge of virus-killing pizza ovens.

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[bpellerin]

The stool of my life

It happens naturally when you make big changes in life that you start thinking about, or more likely that you start to rethink, stuff you used to take for granted. 

Such as, to take an easy and light-weight example, your purpose in life. The essence of who you are as a person gifted with a handful of talents and, one hopes, the ability to reason through difficulties instead of resorting to gratuitous violence. 

Who are you, really? 

Me? I'm a stool. And like all respectable stools, I  have three legs. One leg is fitness. One leg is writing. One leg is love. I trust you have some passing experience with this kind of seat. If you do, you'll know that while no leg is any more important than the others, they are all equally necessary. Feel free to test that proposition if you enjoy crashing on floors.  

Leg 1 

I'm a very active kind of bunny. Some might even say hyperactive. But it's not really my fault. If I don't move, my blood turns to mud and my mood turns real ugly. Especially now that I'm in my late 40s, with Impeding Changes afoot about which you may have heard nasty rumours (all true, by the way) and a metabolism that for no good reason has decided that all the good things in life but especially fresh bread, fries and beer weren't going to be processed like they used to, well, I gotta keep ye old carcass ticking hard. 

So I train. Jogging, swimming, conditioning, weights, cycling, etc. For 17 years I did karate and kickboxing pretty intensely. Seven-days-a-week kind of intense. Now I do the other stuff, every single day. Too cold for running? No problem. Hit the pool. Don't feel like getting into that bathing suit? Fine. Go do weights for an hour. Do at least one workout every day. Ideally do ten workouts (or in the summer, a dozen) a week. 

Do I always feel like it? Hahaha. Show me someone who positively gleams at the prospect of getting out there in the cold and dark winter morning to go rattle their bones in a somewhat violent manner, and who prefers that to shadow-boxing with the snooze button and I'll show you a psychopath, pure and simple. Of course I don't always feel like it. Duh. But like I enjoy repeating, it's always when you don't wanna that you should. So I go, reminding myself that while I rarely feel like exercising I always, without fail, feel better afterwards. 

It's very necessary to keep the unduly ugly away. And it makes my morning coffee taste more virtuous. 

Leg 2

Writing. I've made many compromises in my life that resulted in me not writing very much because I thought this was what was expected of me as a responsible grown-up. I worked in real jobs. Jobs that paid well and made me look good. But I never lasted more than two years at any one of them. I went to law school (not at my own urging), studied hard and got a degree that would allow me to make piles of dough and earn me ambiguous respectability in the process. Wouldn't you just love to be hated yet indispensable simultaneously? Me neither. But I got the degree and even a job at this prestigious firm in Montreal... which I quit before spending even one minute in their employ. What was the point, if I didn't want to be a lawyer, hum? 

Since then I bounced around various jobs I wasn't especially well-suited for, including wifery and motherhood. Finally I would find my spot, right? 

Wrong. 

It occurs to me, which is not a very comfortable feeling, that maybe I was too scared of writing and used other people's expectations (real or imagined) of what a responsible grown-up should be doing to run away from my art should it be able to catch me anyway. 

Well, as they say, shit. Nobody said re-examining your life's purpose was ever going to be easy, especially for the already battered ego. You know, the one that's already pretty unhappy from all the years of not writing. 

In any event, it didn't work. I guess the inescapable truth is that responsible adulting isn't for me. When I finally emerged from trying so hard to pretend I could fit in, not too long ago, I resolved never ever to put my writing behind anything else, not even the other two stool legs. I was going to write, every single day of the year (yes, all 365 of them; haven't decided whether or not to take the odd Feb. 29 off but leaning against it) and suffer absolutely zero excuse. Travelling? So? Busy with kids? And? In the hospital with one arm cut off? Mmmm. There's got to be a way to use the other one.  

Point is, well, you get it of course. You're pretty swift. I don't need to explain any more, not even as a somewhat transparent attempt at increasing my word count for today. Because yes, I now set myself writing goals (benchmarks, markers, and any other synonym I can find to populate this paragraph) and must absolutely no failing allowed write that many words every single day the sun rises even if it means being anti-social or - gasp - irresponsible like a teenager. 

It's a good thing my body still metabolizes red wine pretty well. 

Leg 3

Love. Boy, do we ever get frantic about that one. And no wonder. It's a necessary drug. Just ask those who feel deprived of it. 

I used to feel that way. Deprived, I mean. Like a junkie in search of a fix. 

I didn't feel loved growing up. Was it my fault or that of the humans around me? I have my opinions on that, and they're probably fairly accurate, but it doesn't matter. For I grew up feeling like my heart was dry. I got accused of if early and often so it was probably true. 

I became alternatively very harsh (never more so than when it came to my own person; I almost redefined self-criticism all by myself) and so desperate that I would bend over backwards in three different pretzel shapes just to get someone (anyone, very much including an eclectic and disparate collection of Mr. Real Wrong) to say those words I ached to hear. 

I am not entirely rid of that unfortunate predicament, even though now I find myself in the enviable position of being loved beyond what words can describe by a handful of wonderful souls, including three I made from scratch. Still, insecurity nags. Am I really worth it? Is there a trap? Am I about to lose them and  will Mr. Finally At Long Last Right disappear in a puff of glittery smoke like in those cheesy friendly-witch programs? 

(Research note: Was the puff of smoke really glittery? Is it worth checking?) 

Anyway. Maybe insecurity is part of love. Because it makes us feel vulnerable and doesn't let us take anything for granted. Maybe that's how you keep the right kind of love around. Not with constant reminders, but with just enough of an insecure edge that we remember to be nice, say please and thank you, and occasionally remind the objects of our devotion how much they mean to us. Because who knows, maybe they're a little insecure too sometimes. 

It's all good. 

****

This is my stool, and those are my legs. I used to neglect them like crazy and as a result spent a lot of time wobbling or crashing to the ground. But once I was able to stop trying to fit in so much with the responsible adults around me, I was able to sit down properly and keep working, allowing me fully to engage with life like never before, while elegantly avoiding those awful split infinitives. And yes, that feels good. 

[terkaznebes]

The devil, my friends and other forces of nature

Long time since I reported to you (all of my twelve readers) with an update on my fantastic life. Recently our flat was full of friends for six weeks straight. Sounds good, doesn’t work. When they were all gone after the month and a half, my wonderful man lovingly rewrote the sign on our black board saying: welcome nobody.

Luky left for homeland one day in October and Radek arrived a day later. We only managed one yoga class, dinner at a vegan restaurant and a tiny walk around a beautiful waterfall and Dominika landed at the Brisbane airport. She was really stoked when I took her on a 25km hike in the Lamington National Park. She complained, but was grateful that thanks to this, she basically had no jetlag. The hike was beautiful, full of waterfalls, flowers and small lagoons. Of course I didn’t expect that it was going to be 25km long so I was a little bit stressed for the pork that was in the slow cooker. Turns out, six hours on high temperature is just right for the perfect pulled pork and we had a feast. Much needed after the long walk.

I have organised a small trip to Tasmania so Dominika would see a little bit of Australia since she came all the way and Radek has decided to join us. We had to wake up around 4AM or even earlier to make it to Brisbane on time for our low cost flight. For this special occasion I have organised a lift offered on a FB group. He was a bit of a talker for AM hours and his car smelled a little bit, but overall seemed like an alright fella and drove us to the airport on time. We had an average overpriced airport breakfast and with a lot of laughs we boarded our first plane of the trip. Upon arrival to Hobart, we picked up our road trip vehicle and off we went to our first location on the GPS, it read: the best brunch in Hobart, and it was fantastic. Poached eggs on a crunchy sourdough bread, with perfectly fried button head mushrooms, spinach and bacon. As if that wasn’t fantastic, I was already in love when they brought me a locally roasted single origin filter coffee. Unfortunately while we enjoyed our first Tasmanian meal, the weather outside changed for the worst and we had to make our way to the car in rain and wind. Luckily it turns out the weather can change within minutes, as it happens on small islands, and when we arrived in Port Arthur it was sunny again. We dropped our bags and after a lengthy conversation with an overly chatty hotel owner we set out to explore the port. The historical site – prison for convicts from the Commonwealth countries was massive and pretty impressive. It also had a vast potential for the guides to tell us stories that would give us goose bumps and teach us something about the bloody history. However all three tours, including the overpriced ghost tour, sounded like an excerpt from a Wikipedia article. Either way, we still enjoyed the place and its atmosphere.

The next day we went to see the remarkable cave in our woolly hats because it was so cold and windy. But the views were beautiful and so was the walk around the old mining site where we were completely alone. We ate massive burgers for lunch, got caught in the rain in a desperate search for a good coffee. In the end we found it in a small chocolate making factory. Unfortunately the girl had a hard time pushing buttons of the coffee machine and tried to explain to us that she is new and that she’s only just learned how to make a cappuccino and does not know how to make a short black coffee. Reason behind this left us all puzzled, but we managed to get somewhere on the caffeine front eventually and also raided her “tasting” plate when she left to the factory.

After the coffee saga the sun came back out and we had the greatest pleasure of meeting some samples of the Tasmanian devil population and it was brilliant. If you ever find yourself at the end of the world that is Tasmania, I highly recommend visiting the Unzoo in Port Arthur. We got to see the Tasmanian devil rip into his lunch and were educated about their population, lives and eating habits by the friendly staff. We also got to make friends with the kangaroos and I was lucky enough to cuddle a baby kangaroo, which was the cutest thing in the whole zoo. It wasn’t the same like the time I got to hold a baby lion back in Argentina, but my happiness was real.

Finally we made our way to Wineglass Bay to the coldest accommodation ever. Despite the fact that we turned our heating to a maximum, we still slept in all of the clothes we brought with us. We also had a great pizza for dinner at a local newly opened restaurant where Dominika charmed the bartenders into giving us the wifi password that was intended for business use only.

The next day we were woken up by the freezing cold, we cooked breakfast and our breath slowly became less and less visible as we drank tea and ate our bacon with eggs. After the coffee debacle the day before we didn’t want to risk it so our first stop was the delicious restaurant from the day before where we enjoyed sipping our coffee outside in the sun. The wineglass bay walk was great. Not to sound like our overly active friend Martin, it would have been better to run it. The route was nice and easy and the weather was just perfect for it. The beach was great and all, but what was even better was what came after.

The Devil’s Corner, finally a piece of that famous delicious Tasmanian cuisine. In the middle of nowhere, nothing but an extensive vineyard, winery and two different food stalls. We had a pizza, oysters, salmon and fish and chips and of course the wine. I was absolutely in my element only wishing that Luky was there because he would have loved it too. We spent the rest of the afternoon driving through country roads, dodging wallabies and kangaroos on the road, stopping at a few sites and making our way to Launceston. The city was beautiful, our motel was not, but a glass of local Tasmanian wine made the room much more acceptable.

Early morning start, airport breakfast and before we knew it we were landing in Sydney. This was a surprise stopover for Dominika, which I have planned so she would see the famous Opera House and Harbour Bridge. I know that first time I was there, it was a spectacular sight and I wanted the same for her. We only had time for a great meal at the Social Brew Café recommended by Karolina and off we went to walk right into Darling Harbour, under the Harbour Bridge and all the way to the Opera. We snapped a few photos and went straight back to the airport.

Unfortunately I had to work the rest of the time Dominika was here, but I think we still managed to enjoy our afternoons on the beach and a weekend trip to Byron Bay, our breakfast in the highest building of the Southern Hemisphere, yoga classes and dinners.

Radek moved out, Luky’s friend moved in and before we knew it Lucie arrived at the flat. Not before our friends from Noosa managed to stay the night in between. I was almost starting to feel like a low budget traveller’s inn, but Lucie was a great company. We enjoyed a few longboard rides, beer on tap and a balcony joint during the week and finally on the weekend we went for a road trip. Starting with Fingal Head beach where we climbed all the way to the rocks. The dolphins came to visit as they always do when we go to Fingal. We continued to Byron Bay and stopped at the Farm, which is definitely my favourite restaurant and a café venue in the area. We had some lunch and continued to the walk to the lighthouse and the easternmost point of Australia and we finished the day off at the marketta for some live music. Sunday started with my favourite Acai bowl and after we picked up Radek and Stepan we continued into Springbrook national park to dance under the waterfalls and it was excellent. Her short visit ended at a taco Tuesday in Mexicali where I managed to get tipsy on one margarita so it was Luky who had to drive her to the train station. Short but sweet. After all of this we went to sleep at 8PM. It’s not the entertaining and visits the drained my energy, the killer of everything is a full time job, eight hours every day.

We are back to normal with Luky now and we are enjoying our time and our place even more than before. If I ever felt constant waves of happiness it’s now. Every time we take a long time to eat breakfast and every time I wake up next to him. Only nine more days to go before my last day at my job. Only ten more days to go before we leave to Thailand. Only nineteen days to go before this year is over. What an incredible year. I will elaborate on that in my next blog. Also photos in the next post. 

[mattved]

On Foreign Labor

I have been in and out of Plymouth for a year and a half now. I must say that the beginnings were very tough for me as an international student to be. It might be due to the fact that unlike majority of my expats staying in the UK for studies, I have neither support of any scholarship foundation nor particularly rich parents. And although they have supported me with amounts of money high even for them, for which I am highly grateful, it has never been as easy here as it is now.

My first month here consisted mainly of looking for job that would support my payments of rent for certain period. I had to do crazy things with my CV, making changes so that all potentially discriminating factors are hidden somewhere beneath the surface.

It was mostly thanks to a good combination of coincidence, and good luck. If it weren't for help of the staff (Karen, namely) at the Rooms Hotel down in Stonehouse, I would most likely be back in Ostrava right now. It was her, who helped me to get my first job here as well as who has provided me with cheap accommodation at GBP 16 a night.

The first job was at a restaurant near the hostel. I started out as a waiter and had been moved to the kitchen after owner's discovery of my high motivation for work and a decent amount of talent in food preparation. Frankly, another factor involved were my wiggly hands and an extreme fear of shoving all of the six bottles of beer from my serving tray down onto a table, which quite naturally resulted in such situations happening. I worked hard and actually enjoyed it. It made my respect for manual labor and people involved grow even beyond the point where it was before. I washed thousands of plates, chopped an equivalent of an almost endless carrot, learned to make a cheesecake and serve deserts, and fried so many fries I could live until the end of my life on them. (Though the end of my life would probably result from a blood clot due to high cholesterol buildup.)

At least four times every week, I walked 45 minutes from my rented house to the workplace I was so grateful to have. I was always at least 15 minutes early and put a maximum effort at all times, cleaning the storage room every Wednesday, the hobs and worktops every day, and the oil filters over the hob every Sunday, whenever I was not busy doing something that involved a knife. It was physically demanding work and I was able to clear my thoughts at that time and I almost felt I could carry on doing that job at reasonable hours for the whole three years I intended to stay in this country.

Unfortunately, not every time is the course of actions the way one imagines it and sets it out. Time has come for me to take a plane home for a rewarding three-week vacation I would spend with my friends and family in order to finally get some rest. And so I took off. But I was still due about GBP 150 from my November pay. This receivable has increased to GBP 532 by the end of the year and I had to start acting. I did everything. I wrote a grievance letter, I contacted the ACAS service, I have gone through the early conciliation process, successfully obtained a legally binding agreement to be paid GBP 432. It still didn't go through. The owner kept arguing the four-times confirmed and signed-form receipt of the letter. And because there was no way of suing him without ruining myself financially, I had to give up and live in desperation for the rest of the year.

And because my housemates weren't very warm and friendly, I did not have many places to go for at least some form of comforting. I only had my PC with Skype on it and a connection to... To my favorite extrovert. I even called the free student Anytime Advice and Mental Health Helpline - 24/7 support few times, where they were very helpful with the psychological support and the care to listen to me for 2 hours at 4am. If you ever have issues like I did and need help of a pro, don't hesitate. Your university probably has their number.

Despite this support from both of these, I become emotionally quite unstable and have done stuff like destroying a total of 5 computer hard drives by punching the corner of my computer. But I guess that is a story for another time.

Point is, finding a job in a country you have never been to and have no connections in whatsoever is one of the hardest tasks I have ever come upon. And being able to fully rely on whoever provides this job is not entirely a good idea. Life away from home is hard and there always will be people who might want to take chance of your dependence.

I am generally not a skeptic. I always find ways of coping with issues and ways to fight the world-suck (see John Green and the Nerdfighteria for details on this phrase). But in this case, it was just tough. And you gotta be tough as well and try to make best of your efforts. Always regard your welfare. Do not back down and make sure you have a potential back-up plan.

For me, I have found one. I have got two part-time positions with the university, a promotional demonstration of the Bloomberg lab we have, and a wonderful experience in the Peer Assisted Learning Scheme as a session leader. I love both of these activities. And the university always pays. And always the exact amount.

Therefore, if you can, look for employers with a great background and high number of employees, rather than a friendly looking family business. Trust me. No matter how good you are at your job, there will unfortunately always be a difference between a native and a foreign worker. At least down here in Plymouth, where the vast majority of people are locals.

Truly, it makes sense in these days of awaking nationalist movements and resistance against immigration. And it is a shame. Because the locals, you know, they have the wonderful social system backing them up. And most of them would prefer unemployment over the demanding manual labor the immigrants do here. Maybe Brexit will change this.

Be tolerant, people. I know it is a bit uncomfortable for a nation to face influx of people who don't know its language well and may have weird cultural habits. But they may have comparative advantage in some professions. And with ageing population of the western world, having an immigration of tax-payers is not a bad thing at all.

No matter how naïve I seem at this point, I still agree that importing violence is not reasonable and that everyone should be assessed for compatibility with the national historic and cultural values individually.

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What to Do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at Night? Best 8 Places in District 3 at Night

District 3, Saigon has been a part of my daily life for two years since I started my career as a freelance tour guide. As a guide, I like discovering new places in my free time, either by myself or with a group of friends. As a result, I found so many interesting things to do in my current area. District 3 to me is a quiet town where a majority of the middle-class Saigonese live. When darkness falls, District 3 starts coming to life as people from other parts of Saigon flock here for a night of stress-killing.

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night?  District 3 nightlife has many coffee shops, boutique stores, hipster bars, restaurants, and clubs. Down below I will recommend my favorite spots to spend a night out in District 3. The price, vibe, and experience are different and diverse depending on which location you pick.

Feel free to mix and match from these recommendations to create a fun night out that is customized for you and friends! For me, a night date with my boyfriend would start with watching live music with a drink at the Acoustic Bar, then a lovely dinner at Shri, and a late night filled with dancing at the Social Club.

Acoustic Bar - Cafe Rock

Acoustic Bar to me is one of the leading bars with live music in Saigon. They hire fantastic bands who jam out classic rock ballads for customers to dance and sing to. These smart choices of rock ballad songs keep the faithful regulars coming back to the Acoustic Bar night after night. What we love about Acoustic Bar, besides the music, is the lounge itself which is not too big so we can actually feel the beat of the music.

There are several familiar bands playing at the bar each night as their regular customers always praise them highly. My favorites are the Stick-it-tu-da-man (Rock ballad), Akalika (Alternative Rock) and Acoustic Band (R&B, Pop Ballad, Blues).

When coming to the bar I would recommend taking a grab bike or taxi cab. Acoustic Bar is located at the end of an alley so parking is very limited. There are two things I would like to see improved in the future at the Acoustic Bar. The first is that smoking is allowed inside which becomes a bit heavy and smelly for non-smokers. My second suggestion is that the cocktails could have a better taste and variety if compared to other cocktail bars in the city. However, if you're here just for the live music then a bottle of Strongbow or beer still works perfectly for a fun night out. For fans of rock out there, remember to come before 9:45 PM, as this is when the bands ignite the crowd with impressive rock beats! Afterwards, feel free to request your favorite songs for the band to play. These bandmates are always happy to please their fans!

Address: 6E1 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, Ward 7, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:30 PM

Phone number: (+84)816 777 773

Price: $

  Biacraft Artisan Ales

I'm more than happy to include Biacraft Artisan Ales to any of my guests or friends every time they ask me for recommendations. I always come here at least once a month because Biacraft has the most extensive collection of craft beers in Vietnam, both locally brewed and imported.

The Space is cozy and delightful, which is fantastic for a discussion with customers, a romantic date, or simply a stress-killing night. Biacraft founders did an excellent job in offering a wide range of beers that differ in their taste and smell. The way they name their beers is cool and exceptional. You can find some beers with their funny names such as Holy Grail, Short But Arrogant, or Ugly But Vain. In addition to the beer itself, the food is very tasty. Biacraft offers some classic comfort food along with more creative dishes. I have really enjoyed their Chicken Skin Nachos, Fresh Oysters, and Fish and Chips. If you are craving some great craft beers and comfort food then don’t miss Biacraft for a night out in D3.

Address: 1 Le Ngo Cat Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 11:00AM - 11:00PM

Phone number: (+84)2839 330 903

Price: $$

  SOHY – Sky Lounge and Dining

SOHY comes to my mind when I need a panoramic view of the city and a deep conversation with my friends. To me, SOHY is a lot more than just being the highest rooftop lounge in Saigon.

My experiences with SOHY usually start at around 7 PM, a great time for dinner. I prefer booking a table for a group of 4 somewhere near the glass window. I enjoy the vibrant view when looking down at the buildings lit up at night. I’m a devoted fan of Vietnamese cuisine , but there are times when I'm desperate for a new cuisine to taste. That's when SOHY pops up in my head with its wide range of European cuisine besides Vietnamese food.

Even though the food is very good, what I think SOHY does best is its theme as a drinking establishment rather than a restaurant. I prefer coming here for a glass of wine, and I love how diversified its wine choices are.

The space at SOHY is fancy, serene, charming, and cozy. Since the lounge attracts a huge number of celebrities in the city, the quality of staff, food and drinks are second to none, which make sense of the price. I think SOHY is a great choice for a drink at a rooftop lounge to enjoy the company of friends or a date. The price is on the expensive side so do expect to pay for the view.

Address: Floor 25-26 Centec Tower - 72 - 74 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 5:30 PM - 1:30 AM

Phone number: (+84)907 878 778

Price: $$$

  The Gangs – Grill and Beer

Beer and grilled meat definitely cannot go without each other, and The Gangs does a great job in combining the two together. This is indeed an exciting and popular spot where people can gather for a fun night out for delicious food and beers.

The Gangs offer both indoor and outdoor dining spaces, which I prefer the outdoor setting more as it's spacious, refreshing, and better for smoky grills. The grilled meat platters here are all excellent in taste and diversity. When I come with my close friends, we go for The Gangs Meat Platter. On the platter my favorite dish is the lamb shank. The meat can sometimes be a bit on the chewy side, which is the preferred texture for Vietnamese. If this is an issue for you, please be sure to let your waitress know. The next thing I would say about The Gangs is the atmosphere is very lively and crowded. This is a typical example of a memorable hangout or even a date with someone you like. Hence, there's no reason why you should skip this place when looking for what to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night!

The staff are active and quick when called, which means your girls' night out or boys' night out with beer, BBQ, talkfest, and laughter will be handled well with no issues. Some of their staff also speak a little bit of English to make it easier for travellers.

Address: 131 Nguyen Phuc Nguyen Street, Ward 10, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)971 565 557

Open hours: 11:00 AM - 02:00 AM

Price: $$

  The Square Restaurant - Novotel Saigon Centre

Since I’m a big fan of casual fun talk and crowded nightlife, I don’t really go to a buffet restaurant quite often. In case I need some changes once in a while, I’ll be opting for The Square Restaurant at Novotel Saigon Centre for their famous seafood buffet. The Square is located on the second floor of 4-star hotel in District 3 – Novotel Saigon Centre. That's why interior decoration and staff quality are undoubtedly excellent. This open kitchen allows you to feast in a wide array of Asian – European cuisine every day, where you can observe the cooking process up-close.

The seafood buffet is universally praised by patrons of the restaurant. Their seafood is fresh, tasty and diverse, which comes in a range of about 50 – 70 different dishes. Oysters, lobsters, crabs and fish can be grilled upon request. Sushi and desserts are available as well. While an expensive option, this is an excellent and fancy choice for a night out on the town.

Address: Novotel Saigon Centre - 167 Hai Ba Trung Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:00 PM.

Phone number: (+84)2838 224 866

Price: $$$

  Rico Taco Saigon

Rico Taco is where big fans of authentic Mexican food can satisfy their needs when in District 3, Saigon. I'm honestly not an expert when it comes to Mexican food, but Fish Taco here really wake up my taste buds. It's crispy and delicious with a sweet corn salsa. I highly recommend Fish Tacos for anyone intending to check it out.

At Rico Taco Saigon, the staff are well-trained and the atmosphere is perfect. There are two dining sections, one with A/C indoor and one outdoor. The Mexican background music boosts the dining space even more. They also offer pizza for those who aren’t in the mood for traditional mexican fare.

  Address: 29 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 300 233

Open hours: 11:00 AM – 11:00 PM

Price: $$

  Shri Restaurant and Lounge

It's not hard to find Shri mentioned in multiple platforms and blogs advising people where to have fun in District 3 at night. What I like about Shri beside its fantastic view are the food and drink selections.

Shri is well known for its stunning view from the outside patio on the 23rd floor. While Shri does serve food throughout the day on their lunch and dinner menu, I highly recommend checking out the Bar and Tapas menu for some small plates. This will go great with a cocktail on the patio as you sit and enjoy the gorgeous view of the city with a drink in your hand. I would recommend Shri for a romantic view and some cocktails with your significant other or a quiet conversation with a group of friends.

Address: Floor 23, Centec Tower - 72-74, Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: Mon – Fri: 10:30 AM - 12:00 AM | Sat – Sun: 04:00 PM - 12:00 AM

Phone number: (+84)2838 279 631

Price: $$$

  Social Club - Hotel Des Art

Sitting up above the rooftop of the Hôtel des Arts Saigon, Social Club Rooftop Bar is where I drop by for an overview of the hectic streets of District 3 down below. The first time I came to Social Club, I was joining a networking event by Travel Massive. I knew right away I would be back soon.

You will find a setting of standing tables and  tall chairs scattered throughout the outside lounge, which is a thoughtful design for different group sizes. The quiet and high-end atmosphere here makes it perfect for a meet-up with customers or a date.

I don't just come here for a sip of cocktails, because the vibrant ambient music and DJs playing also help chase my stress away, especially at the end of a hard-working day. Uplifting music by the local DJ is in between 8:30 PM and 1:00 AM weekdays, and 8:30 PM – 2:00 AM weekend. Social Club's staff are fluent in English, well-trained, and active. If you are staying nearby this area, you may consider coming here at least once during your stay.

Address: 76 78 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 898 888

Open hours: 12:05 PM - 12:00 AM

Price: $$$

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night? It’s not a problem anymore with the list above. I believe you will have up to two or three fun nights out with these 8 places. Feel free to save this list for later use and don't hesitate to share it with your friends!

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What to Do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at Night? – Best 8 Places in District 3 at Night

District 3, Saigon has been a part of my daily life for two years since I started my career as a freelance tour guide. As a guide, I like discovering new places in my free time, either by myself or with a group of friends. As a result, I found so many interesting things to do in my current area. District 3 to me is a quiet town where a majority of the middle-class Saigonese live. When darkness falls, District 3 starts coming to life as people from other parts of Saigon flock here for a night of stress-killing.

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night?  District 3 nightlife has many coffee shops, boutique stores, hipster bars, restaurants, and clubs. Down below I will recommend my favorite spots to spend a night out in District 3. The price, vibe, and experience are different and diverse depending on which location you pick.

Feel free to mix and match from these recommendations to create a fun night out that is customized for you and friends! For me, a night date with my boyfriend would start with watching live music with a drink at the Acoustic Bar, then a lovely dinner at Shri, and a late night filled with dancing at the Social Club.

Acoustic Bar - Cafe Rock

Acoustic Bar to me is one of the leading bars with live music in Saigon. They hire fantastic bands who jam out classic rock ballads for customers to dance and sing to. These smart choices of rock ballad songs keep the faithful regulars coming back to the Acoustic Bar night after night. What we love about Acoustic Bar, besides the music, is the lounge itself which is not too big so we can actually feel the beat of the music.

There are several familiar bands playing at the bar each night as their regular customers always praise them highly. My favorites are the Stick-it-tu-da-man (Rock ballad), Akalika (Alternative Rock) and Acoustic Band (R&B, Pop Ballad, Blues).

When coming to the bar I would recommend taking a grab bike or taxi cab. Acoustic Bar is located at the end of an alley so parking is very limited. There are two things I would like to see improved in the future at the Acoustic Bar. The first is that smoking is allowed inside which becomes a bit heavy and smelly for non-smokers. My second suggestion is that the cocktails could have a better taste and variety if compared to other cocktail bars in the city. However, if you're here just for the live music then a bottle of Strongbow or beer still works perfectly for a fun night out. For fans of rock out there, remember to come before 9:45 PM, as this is when the bands ignite the crowd with impressive rock beats! Afterwards, feel free to request your favorite songs for the band to play. These bandmates are always happy to please their fans!

Address: 6E1 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, Ward 7, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:30 PM

Phone number: (+84)816 777 773

Price: $

  Biacraft Artisan Ales

I'm more than happy to include Biacraft Artisan Ales to any of my guests or friends every time they ask me for recommendations. I always come here at least once a month because Biacraft has the most extensive collection of craft beers in Vietnam, both locally brewed and imported.

The Space is cozy and delightful, which is fantastic for a discussion with customers, a romantic date, or simply a stress-killing night. Biacraft founders did an excellent job in offering a wide range of beers that differ in their taste and smell. The way they name their beers is cool and exceptional. You can find some beers with their funny names such as Holy Grail, Short But Arrogant, or Ugly But Vain. In addition to the beer itself, the food is very tasty. Biacraft offers some classic comfort food along with more creative dishes. I have really enjoyed their Chicken Skin Nachos, Fresh Oysters, and Fish and Chips. If you are craving some great craft beers and comfort food then don’t miss Biacraft for a night out in D3.

Address: 1 Le Ngo Cat Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 11:00AM - 11:00PM

Phone number: (+84)2839 330 903

Price: $$

  SOHY – Sky Lounge and Dining

SOHY comes to my mind when I need a panoramic view of the city and a deep conversation with my friends. To me, SOHY is a lot more than just being the highest rooftop lounge in Saigon.

My experiences with SOHY usually start at around 7 PM, a great time for dinner. I prefer booking a table for a group of 4 somewhere near the glass window. I enjoy the vibrant view when looking down at the buildings lit up at night. I’m a devoted fan of Vietnamese cuisine , but there are times when I'm desperate for a new cuisine to taste. That's when SOHY pops up in my head with its wide range of European cuisine besides Vietnamese food.

Even though the food is very good, what I think SOHY does best is its theme as a drinking establishment rather than a restaurant. I prefer coming here for a glass of wine, and I love how diversified its wine choices are.

The space at SOHY is fancy, serene, charming, and cozy. Since the lounge attracts a huge number of celebrities in the city, the quality of staff, food and drinks are second to none, which make sense of the price. I think SOHY is a great choice for a drink at a rooftop lounge to enjoy the company of friends or a date. The price is on the expensive side so do expect to pay for the view.

Address: Floor 25-26 Centec Tower - 72 - 74 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 5:30 PM - 1:30 AM

Phone number: (+84)907 878 778

Price: $$$

  The Gangs – Grill and Beer

Beer and grilled meat definitely cannot go without each other, and The Gangs does a great job in combining the two together. This is indeed an exciting and popular spot where people can gather for a fun night out for delicious food and beers.

The Gangs offer both indoor and outdoor dining spaces, which I prefer the outdoor setting more as it's spacious, refreshing, and better for smoky grills. The grilled meat platters here are all excellent in taste and diversity. When I come with my close friends, we go for The Gangs Meat Platter. On the platter my favorite dish is the lamb shank. The meat can sometimes be a bit on the chewy side, which is the preferred texture for Vietnamese. If this is an issue for you, please be sure to let your waitress know. The next thing I would say about The Gangs is the atmosphere is very lively and crowded. This is a typical example of a memorable hangout or even a date with someone you like. Hence, there's no reason why you should skip this place when looking for what to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night!

The staff are active and quick when called, which means your girls' night out or boys' night out with beer, BBQ, talkfest, and laughter will be handled well with no issues. Some of their staff also speak a little bit of English to make it easier for travellers.

Address: 131 Nguyen Phuc Nguyen Street, Ward 10, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)971 565 557

Open hours: 11:00 AM - 02:00 AM

Price: $$

  The Square Restaurant - Novotel Saigon Centre

Since I’m a big fan of casual fun talk and crowded nightlife, I don’t really go to a buffet restaurant quite often. In case I need some changes once in a while, I’ll be opting for The Square Restaurant at Novotel Saigon Centre for their famous seafood buffet. The Square is located on the second floor of 4-star hotel in District 3 – Novotel Saigon Centre. That's why interior decoration and staff quality are undoubtedly excellent. This open kitchen allows you to feast in a wide array of Asian – European cuisine every day, where you can observe the cooking process up-close.

The seafood buffet is universally praised by patrons of the restaurant. Their seafood is fresh, tasty and diverse, which comes in a range of about 50 – 70 different dishes. Oysters, lobsters, crabs and fish can be grilled upon request. Sushi and desserts are available as well. While an expensive option, this is an excellent and fancy choice for a night out on the town.

Address: Novotel Saigon Centre - 167 Hai Ba Trung Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:00 PM.

Phone number: (+84)2838 224 866

Price: $$$

  Rico Taco Saigon

Rico Taco is where big fans of authentic Mexican food can satisfy their needs when in District 3, Saigon. I'm honestly not an expert when it comes to Mexican food, but Fish Taco here really wake up my taste buds. It's crispy and delicious with a sweet corn salsa. I highly recommend Fish Tacos for anyone intending to check it out.

At Rico Taco Saigon, the staff are well-trained and the atmosphere is perfect. There are two dining sections, one with A/C indoor and one outdoor. The Mexican background music boosts the dining space even more. They also offer pizza for those who aren’t in the mood for traditional mexican fare.

  Address: 29 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 300 233

Open hours: 11:00 AM – 11:00 PM

Price: $$

  Shri Restaurant and Lounge

It's not hard to find Shri mentioned in multiple platforms and blogs advising people where to have fun in District 3 at night. What I like about Shri beside its fantastic view are the food and drink selections.

Shri is well known for its stunning view from the outside patio on the 23rd floor. While Shri does serve food throughout the day on their lunch and dinner menu, I highly recommend checking out the Bar and Tapas menu for some small plates. This will go great with a cocktail on the patio as you sit and enjoy the gorgeous view of the city with a drink in your hand. I would recommend Shri for a romantic view and some cocktails with your significant other or a quiet conversation with a group of friends.

Address: Floor 23, Centec Tower - 72-74, Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: Mon – Fri: 10:30 AM - 12:00 AM | Sat – Sun: 04:00 PM - 12:00 AM

Phone number: (+84)2838 279 631

Price: $$$

  Social Club - Hotel Des Art

Sitting up above the rooftop of the Hôtel des Arts Saigon, Social Club Rooftop Bar is where I drop by for an overview of the hectic streets of District 3 down below. The first time I came to Social Club, I was joining a networking event by Travel Massive. I knew right away I would be back soon.

You will find a setting of standing tables and  tall chairs scattered throughout the outside lounge, which is a thoughtful design for different group sizes. The quiet and high-end atmosphere here makes it perfect for a meet-up with customers or a date.

I don't just come here for a sip of cocktails, because the vibrant ambient music and DJs playing also help chase my stress away, especially at the end of a hard-working day. Uplifting music by the local DJ is in between 8:30 PM and 1:00 AM weekdays, and 8:30 PM – 2:00 AM weekend. Social Club's staff are fluent in English, well-trained, and active. If you are staying nearby this area, you may consider coming here at least once during your stay.

Address: 76 78 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 898 888

Open hours: 12:05 PM - 12:00 AM

Price: $$$

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night? It’s not a problem anymore with the list above. I believe you will have up to two or three fun nights out with these 8 places. Feel free to save this list for later use and don't hesitate to share it with your friends!

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What to Do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at Night? – Best 8 Places in District 3 at Night

District 3, Saigon has been a part of my daily life for two years since I started my career as a freelance tour guide. As a guide, I like discovering new places in my free time, either by myself or with a group of friends. As a result, I found so many interesting things to do in my current area. District 3 to me is a quiet town where a majority of the middle-class Saigonese live. When darkness falls, District 3 starts coming to life as people from other parts of Saigon flock here for a night of stress-killing.

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night?  District 3 nightlife has many coffee shops, boutique stores, hipster bars, restaurants, and clubs. Down below I will recommend my favorite spots to spend a night out in District 3. The price, vibe, and experience are different and diverse depending on which location you pick.

Feel free to mix and match from these recommendations to create a fun night out that is customized for you and friends! For me, a night date with my boyfriend would start with watching live music with a drink at the Acoustic Bar, then a lovely dinner at Shri, and a late night filled with dancing at the Social Club.

Acoustic Bar - Cafe Rock

Acoustic Bar to me is one of the leading bars with live music in Saigon. They hire fantastic bands who jam out classic rock ballads for customers to dance and sing to. These smart choices of rock ballad songs keep the faithful regulars coming back to the Acoustic Bar night after night. What we love about Acoustic Bar, besides the music, is the lounge itself which is not too big so we can actually feel the beat of the music.

There are several familiar bands playing at the bar each night as their regular customers always praise them highly. My favorites are the Stick-it-tu-da-man (Rock ballad), Akalika (Alternative Rock) and Acoustic Band (R&B, Pop Ballad, Blues).

When coming to the bar I would recommend taking a grab bike or taxi cab. Acoustic Bar is located at the end of an alley so parking is very limited. There are two things I would like to see improved in the future at the Acoustic Bar. The first is that smoking is allowed inside which becomes a bit heavy and smelly for non-smokers. My second suggestion is that the cocktails could have a better taste and variety if compared to other cocktail bars in the city. However, if you're here just for the live music then a bottle of Strongbow or beer still works perfectly for a fun night out. For fans of rock out there, remember to come before 9:45 PM, as this is when the bands ignite the crowd with impressive rock beats! Afterwards, feel free to request your favorite songs for the band to play. These bandmates are always happy to please their fans!

Address: 6E1 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, Ward 7, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:30 PM

Phone number: (+84)816 777 773

Price: $

  Biacraft Artisan Ales

I'm more than happy to include Biacraft Artisan Ales to any of my guests or friends every time they ask me for recommendations. I always come here at least once a month because Biacraft has the most extensive collection of craft beers in Vietnam, both locally brewed and imported.

The Space is cozy and delightful, which is fantastic for a discussion with customers, a romantic date, or simply a stress-killing night. Biacraft founders did an excellent job in offering a wide range of beers that differ in their taste and smell. The way they name their beers is cool and exceptional. You can find some beers with their funny names such as Holy Grail, Short But Arrogant, or Ugly But Vain. In addition to the beer itself, the food is very tasty. Biacraft offers some classic comfort food along with more creative dishes. I have really enjoyed their Chicken Skin Nachos, Fresh Oysters, and Fish and Chips. If you are craving some great craft beers and comfort food then don’t miss Biacraft for a night out in D3.

Address: 1 Le Ngo Cat Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: 11:00AM - 11:00PM

Phone number: (+84)2839 330 903

Price: $$

  SOHY – Sky Lounge and Dining

SOHY comes to my mind when I need a panoramic view of the city and a deep conversation with my friends. To me, SOHY is a lot more than just being the highest rooftop lounge in Saigon.

My experiences with SOHY usually start at around 7 PM, a great time for dinner. I prefer booking a table for a group of 4 somewhere near the glass window. I enjoy the vibrant view when looking down at the buildings lit up at night. I’m a devoted fan of Vietnamese cuisine , but there are times when I'm desperate for a new cuisine to taste. That's when SOHY pops up in my head with its wide range of European cuisine besides Vietnamese food.

Even though the food is very good, what I think SOHY does best is its theme as a drinking establishment rather than a restaurant. I prefer coming here for a glass of wine, and I love how diversified its wine choices are.

The space at SOHY is fancy, serene, charming, and cozy. Since the lounge attracts a huge number of celebrities in the city, the quality of staff, food and drinks are second to none, which make sense of the price. I think SOHY is a great choice for a drink at a rooftop lounge to enjoy the company of friends or a date. The price is on the expensive side so do expect to pay for the view.

Address: Floor 25-26 Centec Tower - 72 - 74 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 5:30 PM - 1:30 AM

Phone number: (+84)907 878 778

Price: $$$

  The Gangs – Grill and Beer

Beer and grilled meat definitely cannot go without each other, and The Gangs does a great job in combining the two together. This is indeed an exciting and popular spot where people can gather for a fun night out for delicious food and beers.

The Gangs offer both indoor and outdoor dining spaces, which I prefer the outdoor setting more as it's spacious, refreshing, and better for smoky grills. The grilled meat platters here are all excellent in taste and diversity. When I come with my close friends, we go for The Gangs Meat Platter. On the platter my favorite dish is the lamb shank. The meat can sometimes be a bit on the chewy side, which is the preferred texture for Vietnamese. If this is an issue for you, please be sure to let your waitress know. The next thing I would say about The Gangs is the atmosphere is very lively and crowded. This is a typical example of a memorable hangout or even a date with someone you like. Hence, there's no reason why you should skip this place when looking for what to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night!

The staff are active and quick when called, which means your girls' night out or boys' night out with beer, BBQ, talkfest, and laughter will be handled well with no issues. Some of their staff also speak a little bit of English to make it easier for travellers.

Address: 131 Nguyen Phuc Nguyen Street, Ward 10, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)971 565 557

Open hours: 11:00 AM - 02:00 AM

Price: $$

  The Square Restaurant - Novotel Saigon Centre

Since I’m a big fan of casual fun talk and crowded nightlife, I don’t really go to a buffet restaurant quite often. In case I need some changes once in a while, I’ll be opting for The Square Restaurant at Novotel Saigon Centre for their famous seafood buffet. The Square is located on the second floor of 4-star hotel in District 3 – Novotel Saigon Centre. That's why interior decoration and staff quality are undoubtedly excellent. This open kitchen allows you to feast in a wide array of Asian – European cuisine every day, where you can observe the cooking process up-close.

The seafood buffet is universally praised by patrons of the restaurant. Their seafood is fresh, tasty and diverse, which comes in a range of about 50 – 70 different dishes. Oysters, lobsters, crabs and fish can be grilled upon request. Sushi and desserts are available as well. While an expensive option, this is an excellent and fancy choice for a night out on the town.

Address: Novotel Saigon Centre - 167 Hai Ba Trung Street, District 3, HCMC.

Open hours: 06:00 PM - 11:00 PM.

Phone number: (+84)2838 224 866

Price: $$$

  Rico Taco Saigon

Rico Taco is where big fans of authentic Mexican food can satisfy their needs when in District 3, Saigon. I'm honestly not an expert when it comes to Mexican food, but Fish Taco here really wake up my taste buds. It's crispy and delicious with a sweet corn salsa. I highly recommend Fish Tacos for anyone intending to check it out.

At Rico Taco Saigon, the staff are well-trained and the atmosphere is perfect. There are two dining sections, one with A/C indoor and one outdoor. The Mexican background music boosts the dining space even more. They also offer pizza for those who aren’t in the mood for traditional mexican fare.

  Address: 29 Ngo Thoi Nhiem Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 300 233

Open hours: 11:00 AM – 11:00 PM

Price: $$

  Shri Restaurant and Lounge

It's not hard to find Shri mentioned in multiple platforms and blogs advising people where to have fun in District 3 at night. What I like about Shri beside its fantastic view are the food and drink selections.

Shri is well known for its stunning view from the outside patio on the 23rd floor. While Shri does serve food throughout the day on their lunch and dinner menu, I highly recommend checking out the Bar and Tapas menu for some small plates. This will go great with a cocktail on the patio as you sit and enjoy the gorgeous view of the city with a drink in your hand. I would recommend Shri for a romantic view and some cocktails with your significant other or a quiet conversation with a group of friends.

Address: Floor 23, Centec Tower - 72-74, Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Open hours: Mon – Fri: 10:30 AM - 12:00 AM | Sat – Sun: 04:00 PM - 12:00 AM

Phone number: (+84)2838 279 631

Price: $$$

  Social Club - Hotel Des Art

Sitting up above the rooftop of the Hôtel des Arts Saigon, Social Club Rooftop Bar is where I drop by for an overview of the hectic streets of District 3 down below. The first time I came to Social Club, I was joining a networking event by Travel Massive. I knew right away I would be back soon.

You will find a setting of standing tables and  tall chairs scattered throughout the outside lounge, which is a thoughtful design for different group sizes. The quiet and high-end atmosphere here makes it perfect for a meet-up with customers or a date.

I don't just come here for a sip of cocktails, because the vibrant ambient music and DJs playing also help chase my stress away, especially at the end of a hard-working day. Uplifting music by the local DJ is in between 8:30 PM and 1:00 AM weekdays, and 8:30 PM – 2:00 AM weekend. Social Club's staff are fluent in English, well-trained, and active. If you are staying nearby this area, you may consider coming here at least once during your stay.

Address: 76 78 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai Street, District 3, HCMC

Phone number: (+84)2839 898 888

Open hours: 12:05 PM - 12:00 AM

Price: $$$

What to do in Ho Chi Minh City District 3 at night? It’s not a problem anymore with the list above. I believe you will have up to two or three fun nights out with these 8 places. Feel free to save this list for later use and don't hesitate to share it with your friends!

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