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⠀⠀ pearly whites were on full display; romeo perched himself up on the bar, a midnight kiss in one hand while the other dragged itself through a loose strand of hair from the pretty little thing in front of him... if only he remembered her name. they've been talking for 10 minutes, and romeo swears she's said it about 4 times and yet, his mind goes blank. sabrina ? no, she's a brunette. kelly... no. she looks too smart to be named that. lips part, a cute nickname sitting on the tip of his tongue until he's interrupted by the injured individual approaching him. romeo takes one simple glance over her, looks around ( they can't be talking to me, ain't no way ⏤ ), at the girl beside him then back at her. “ do i look like a fuckin' nurse ? who carries bandaids to a party ? ”

⠀⠀ the girl he was chatting up didn't look too pleased with his outburst, her scowl motivating him to look around the bar with an exasperated groan before snatching up three thin napkins and handing them over. “ fuckin' ⏤ here, use these. cannot believe you tripped over the staircase like a dumbass. are you drunk ? tipsy ? or just clumsy ? ”

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 + 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.　12welve,  11:30pm.  𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗠.　open  for  anyone!  capping  at  5  replies.

❪　🐹　❫　　…　　𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗶𝘀  𝘀𝗼  𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴.  phoenix  is  lucky  no  one  had  witnessed  her  fall,  too  busy  chatting  and  dancing  to  pay  attention  to  whoever  is  coming  up  and  down  the  stairs,  but  now  there  was  a  stinging  graze  on  her  knee  and  more  importantly,  a  rip  in  her  fishnet  stockings!  they  hobble  over  to  the  bar  where  it's  surprisingly  a  little  less  crowded,  turns  to  the  nearest  person  with  a  sheepish  smile.   “  hey,  do  you  happen to have  a  band-aid  on  you?  i  mght've  ...  tripped  down  the  stairs. it's no biggie.  ”

✶ ⠀ ▊ ▊ ▊ ⠀ NOW READING : ⠀WHAT'S IN DIME'S PURSE ?

( 1 ) obviously, the first thing she's gonna grab going anywhere are her KEYS that give her access to everything: her apartment, her mother's house, father's cali home, and of course, her integra. typically clipped onto her bag for safe keeping but sometimes latched on her jeans when at a club. ( 2 ) due to her attachment to her previous samsung sgh and motorola e815, they're tucked away at the bottom of the bag while her working phone, a motorola ravr v3, is actually on her person and in her back right pocket; a bonus is that her broken phones work perfectly to tricking unwanted men that her phone was dead. ( 3 ) every hardworking girl needs a bottle of hand sanitizer on deck, especially when you're constantly working on cars every day. ( 4 ) another essential for the gals: makeup. well, not a lot. the only thing needed to elevate her already doll-like features are her lipgloss collection ( you can never have too many backups ) and mascara. ( 5 ) at some point in her life that involved dancing at body, the one thing she kept at all times was her nail glue. if she paid the money for a full set and one of them popped off, even now with her mechanic gig, then she was gluing it back on! no nail goes wasted in this house. ( 6 ) working on cars makes having hair that goes past your shoulders irritating, hence why a pack of black hair ties will always come in hand. she doesn't mind sharing with the other members of the rodani crew but she might make a nariza bois member pay for one. ( 7 ) everyone and their mother has to have an ipod nano by now. it's actually mandatory that you do or else you're lame, or worse... broke. ( 8 ) and saving the best for last is the iconic guess bag itself named after her boy group favorites pretty ricky. sturdy, reliable, and still in perfect condition, this purse is always seen by her side or safely put away as it's the last gift her parents brought her together before their divorce.

⠀⠀ hypocritical to say the least; there's been countless nights where the exact same humiliation consumed him ⏤ yes, those times were purely by accident and never on purpose... obviously he'd just admit he had nothing on him and smile to get what he wanted eventually. even if romeo had sympathy, that didn't make the wait less annoying, head going back with his arms crossed, sharing a bored expression with the person behind him. “ can you believe this guy ? ” romeo mutters, grinning when the person nods and comments themselves. by the time he looks back, he's face to face with cogs, causing a loud, amused laugh to fill the air. “ no shit ?! ” the sight was unheard of, romeo removing his glasses to take a harder look at his crew member in delight. “ what are the odds... ” indulging in the unexpected face for a few seconds longer, he eventually sidesteps the other, stepping up to the bar and being met with an instant eye roll and sigh. “ whatever he wants, it's on me. i have it this time ! no more tab shit, seriously, ” hands reach into his pockets and exposes a wad of cash, pulling out a crisp $20 bill and flashing it with a cocky smirk. after ordering his own drink, his gaze is back on him, face still highly entertained. “ it's new years eve ! even i knew better than to pull that stunt tonight. ”

TIME  :  LATE EVENING, NEARING MIDNIGHT. LOCATION  :  12WELVE, NYE PARTY. STATUS  :  ACCEPTING  REPLIES  ! ASSUME CONNECTIONS.

the  tips  of  his  ears  were  searing  to  the  touch  as  the  line  continued  to  stall, and stall, and stall... all to the fault of his own.  visage  was  beet  red,  hands busied with undergoing  a  prolonged  self-pat  down  to  the  dismay  of  disgruntled  bar patrons,  only  to  realize  his  wallet  had  promptly  grown  legs.  fist resurfacing, all  that  rested  in  his  palm,  and  humiliatingly  so,  was  a  crumpled  three  dollars,  some  coins,  and  a  gum  wrapper,  to  which  he  said,  “  no,  no  —  i  swear  i  have  something  in  here  !  ”  with  his  protestation  directed  at  an  all-too-annoyed  employee.  in  a  feat  of  desperation,  caisey  could  only  turn  to  the  next  person  in  line  -  does  he  know  them  ?  whatever.  not  the  time.  “  can  you  spot  me  like  …  five  bucks  ?  c'mon,  please.  i  have  my  wallet  in  my  car.  “  probably.  he  was  pleading,  at  this  point.  ”  swear  you  could  like,  follow  me  back  to  my  car  after  this  —  i've  got  cash  in  there.  "

▊▊▊ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ closed starter 4 @thr0ttle, @wh1plash, @mvmentum ▊▊▊ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ location @ the rodani wheels

IF YOU WERE A RACER, YOU WERE ON THIN ICE. yani didn't make that explicitly known when stepping foot into the auto body shop, but it wasn't too long until they all caught on ⏤ if the narrowed glares, refusal to speak, and the angry grunting from changing a ride's tire wasn't enough, then the wrench held above femme's head anytime a LOSER tried to approach, ready to strike, spoke volumes. the models, and obviously other mechanics, were fine. they didn't embarrass her twenty-four hours into the new year; a new record for being disappointed by people. “ havin' me out here bustin' my ass and for what ? to have some jackass with purple lights in their car to call my work bad ? ” yani scoffs to herself whilst standing against the wall outside the building, the innocent water bottle in her hand being bounced from hand to hand. “ all i ask is that you make me look good. is that too much to ask ? "

⠀⠀ overwhelming, but strangely addicting; it was impossible to count on one hand the many, many people that approached her tonight, similar words spilling from their lips with matched enthusiasm or skepticism ⏤ never an in-between. dime needed a nice break, a timeout for a few minutes. she orders the 12 grapes but not for the same reasons as everyone else, instead happily munching one by one on the fruit while watching the party with curious yet shaky eyes. the voice behind her makes her turn around, cheeks filled like a chipmunk storing food for the winter before an embarrassed hand covers her mouth. “ oh my god! hey! ” words muffled by the grapes, cheerfulness matched despite her vision squinting in an attempt to recognize them. it takes a good minute before dime remembers who this was. with a limp wrist, fingers point in their direction with a bounce, head in a slow nod before it clicks. “ sparky, right ? you're a-a new rodani member, ” dime hurries out, swallowing hard on the fruit to speak normally, “ name's dime. we're on the same crew. hopefully you heard good things about me. ”

TIME  :  LATE  NIGHT, WELL INTO THE PARTY. LOCATION  :  12WELVE, NYE PARTY. STATUS  :  ACCEPTING  REPLIES  ! ASSUME CONNECTIONS.

“  wait,  hello  !  ”  perhaps  that  wasn't  the  best  means  of  approach  to  someone  they  had  nearly  pile-driven  in  a  rush - hell bent on showing face at one of the hottest parties in town,  but  they  caught  willie  on  a  particularly  successful  day,  hence  the  chipper  attitude.  their  time  in  miami,  brief,  easily  debunked  that  all  too  specific  sparkle  that  they  continued  to  exude  -  always  the  optimist,  regardless  of  the  emotional  drainage  caused  by  a  service  shift.  “  i've  seen  you  before  —  ”  they  began,  knee-deep  in  recollection  to  even  touch  upon  the  impending  social  anxiety,  that  of  which  crept  upon  her  cheeks  with  a  fruitful  bloom.  “  not  here.  maybe  here,  but,  fuck,  you've  just  got  one  of  those  faces  on  ya',  you  know  ?  not  hittin'  on  you,  or  anythin'. no offense. —  it's  just  botherin'  the  shit  out  of  me that your name's escaped me.  ” 

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