#jawbrkrs / ozzy.

[smckehour]

the one person that could save her from making empitless conversation is perched at the bar, nose deep in his phone. luckily, yesenia's barren hands make way for an easy escape, using it as an excuse to stride away from their friends and order herself a drink. "aht — we're not doing this tonight." a hand lays flat against oz's phone screen, blocking the view. "now why would you leave me over there by myself? i haven't spoke to kristen in months and she just keeps going on and on about how she and her husband have the best lawn in the neighborhood. please." / @jawbrkrs.