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Danny blinks in surprise when she lifts up her dress, the joint burning away unnoticed between thumb and index finger, and he laughs, shaking his head, before saying, "Yeah, that looks...yeah. Looks really good." With a little smirk, he reaches out and rubs his thumb gently across it to feel the scab, then pulls her hand away from the dress so it falls back down. "Nice job, that's a super uncomfortable spot to deal with when it's healing, too. You've gotta have a high pain tolerance, I'm, like, the biggest pussy about it when I get new ones."

She held onto his hand as she slipped and scooted through the overwhelming crowd. Once they were outside the noises faded, and the two of them were in their own little secluded area. They were the only two around since everyone else seemed more preoccupied with drinking and dancing inside. For Phoebe, there was nowhere else she wanted to be right now. She propped herself up against one of the patio posts, never straying her eyes from the man. "You'll be happy to know it's healing up just fine. I was good and listened to all the instructions you gave me." She brought the joint to her lips and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few moments before exhaling a cloud of smoke around them. "You want to take a look at it? Just to make sure it's alright?" She passed the joint to him and lifted one side of her dress, revealing the butterfly tattoo on her hip.

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Surprised at the way she takes his hand, Danny shoots her another grin and goes with it, pulling her through the densely-packed crowd (he'd nearly forgotten the way the entirety of the town seemed to come to these things) and out the door. He doesn't take her to the actual fire pit, though, but past it, towards the edge of the patio where he can take the joint from behind his ear and light it up. "How is the tattoo?" he asks, passing it to her. "Healing alright? You still like it? As far as butterflies go, I gotta say, it was some of my best work."

Phoebe couldn't help how her heart fluttered in her chest just from locking her eyes with his. He seemed different from other guys, more genuine. "I highly doubt that. Though you may get sick of me at some point." She meant it as a joke, though there was still some truth to her words since everyone eventually got tired of her. "You don't have to ask me twice." She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together as she followed his lead to the fire pit.

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"As completely warranted as that would be," Danny grins, pocketing his phone, "I don't think you gotta worry about it. You're gonna get sick of me." She's got the kind of big doe eyes that make him feel all off his guard, and it's like he's fifteen again trying to find his footing with girls. He gestures with his head toward the doors leading out onto the heated patio and the fire pits, where it'll be a little quieter and slightly more intimate. "Come outside with me? I've got a joint I might be willing to share."

She should have known writing on a piece of paper was a terrible idea since it had the risk of getting lost--which it did. She bit the corner of her bottom lip as a smile took form. He had been thinking about her just as much as she had about him. "You can make it up to me by giving me your phone, so you won't have to lose my number again." She pulled her phone out of her purse and traded it with his. Her nails tapped against the phone screen as she added her contact information with a purple heart next to her name. "You get a free pass this time." She smiled as she eyed him up and down. "If you don't text me now, I'll have no choice but to find another tattoo artist for all my future tattoos," she playfully teased.

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closed starter for @adrifontes at the fire pits

"You ever gone camping?" Danny asks, even as he finishes putting a s'more together and hands it over to Adri. "I literally used to go like, two or three times every summer but I haven't been in years, like since I first moved to California and went up to the Redwoods. Absolutely gonna make you come with me this year. Only time I ever get, like, shitfaced, you're gonna love it."

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STICK SEASON by NOAH KAHAN

so i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad / that i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad / no, i am no longer funny, 'cause i miss the way you laugh / once called me forever, now you still can't call me back / and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks / and i saw your mom, she forgot that i existed / and it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim / i'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for christmas / and i'll dream each night of some version of you / that i might not have, but i did not lose / now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes / and i'm split in half, but that'll have to do

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"I lost the stupid piece of paper," Danny says quickly, and lets out a self-deprecating laugh at the cosmic joke of it all. "I swore I put it in my pocket but I went to grab it later and it wasn't there, I dunno what I did with it. You gotta believe me, I was thinking about you the rest of the day, Phoebe, I couldn't fucking believe it when it was gone. Really, I'm so sorry," he says, feeling guiltier than ever at the obviousness of how much she'd taken it to heart — which is sweet, in its own way, if he didn't feel like such a massive prick. "Can I make it up to you?"

For the past week since she had gotten her tattoo, all she could think about was the artist who had done it. She had requested a small butterfly on her hip. The two flirted throughout her session, and Phoebe even scribbled down her number on a scrap piece of paper. She had been so giddy leaving the tattoo parlor and waited by her phone for him to text her...which he never did. The first few days that passed by, she convinced herself that he was just busy and hadn't gotten around to texting her yet. The more time that passed, Phoebe began to convince herself that he obviously had a girlfriend and that was the reason he completely ghosted. With the new year being right around the corner, she decided not to focus on guys who didn't care about her. She donned her sparkliest dress and headed to the bar to order another white wine. Before reaching into her purse, she noticed the person next to her tossing some cash onto the bar. As she turned her head to meet his gaze, she realized it was none other than the tattoo artist who had ghosted her. A look of confusion washed over her as her brows furrowed. "Explain what exactly? How I gave you my number and stupidly expected you to text me?" She had been led on and heartbroken many times in the past and the last thing she wanted was for it to it to once again follow her into a new year.

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closed event starter for @emmysavoya

Handing Emerald the drink she'd requested, Danny says over the music, "In your professional opinion, what is it about these claustrophobic small towns that makes everyone wanna live and die here so badly? It's like being born inside the event horizon of a goddamn black hole."

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closed starter for @phoebebaker at the cash bar

It's just in the last week that Danny's stopped being actively annoyed with himself for losing the tattoo girl's number. And also for being a shithead and not just having had her put it right into his phone, instead of writing it on a torn-off piece of paper like it's the fucking fifties or something. It had been kind of satisfyingly poetic in the moment, but as soon as he'd realized he lost it all of that had disappeared real fast. So when he notices her at the cash bar, he does a double-take and blinks at her for a few seconds in disbelief at his luck — maybe not that insanely lucky, considering the size of the town, but still. Going up to her wear she's taking a drink from the bartender, Danny fishes some cash out of his wallet and puts it down on the bar. "That," he says, grinning at the look on her face when she sees him, "is, like, part one of me apologizing for being a moron, if you'll give me the benefit of the doubt and let me explain."

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closed starter for @francescanichols at one of the fire pits

"Whoaaa," Danny says, elongating the word into something playfully sarcastic, "that's not Frankie, is it? World's premier ghoster? Ditcher extraordinaire?" He knocks his beer against the drink she's holding and shoots her a shit-eating grin. "Don't look so surprised, you knew I was gonna have to come hunt you down."

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Full Name: Daniel Atticus Winter Nicknames: Danny Face Claim: Nick Robinson Pronouns and Gender: Cis man, he/him Birthday: February 17, 1995 Birth place: Fairford, Washington How long have they been in town?: Born in Fairford, left for New York at 19, came back about six months ago Sexuality: Heterosexual Housing: Downtown Occupation: Tattoo artist at Ink City/aspiring musician Family: Parents he's no-contact with and a younger sister, Clara (21) Personality: Small-town artsy soft boy musician obsessed with the idea of love, high-functioning stoner, chronic romanticizer, pretentious philosophizer who almost manages to be humble about it.

basic stats.

full name: daniel atticus winter nickname(s): danny birthday: february 17, 1995 age: 27 gender id: cis man pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual nationality: american ethnicity: white religion: atheist birthplace: fairford, washington current neighborhood: downtown occupation: tattoo artist at ink spot/aspiring musician education: high school

physical.

hair color: brown eye color: dark hazel height: 6' tattoos: a few large pieces tba piercings: none scars: tba

nuclear family.

mother: jeanna winter, 55, sales associate at a small plant shop father: craig winter, 57, insurance adjuster sibling(s): clara (sister, 21)

personality.

outlook: optimistic pos traits: outgoing, confident, chronically chill and even-tempered, creative, artistic, empathetic, independent neg traits: judgmental, not a risk-taker, quietly holds grudges, wayyyy too comfortable cutting people out of his life, avoidant likes: drawing up tats, chatting w strangers, beer, lord of the rings, gaming, obsessed w bioshock, 90s cartoons, smoking weed, being in a relationship, animals, old black and white movies, Kurt Vonnegut dislikes: people who feel disingenuous, cheaters, top 40 music, when white people ask him to do tribal tats, reality tv, the kardashians, his parents, people who don’t like animals, politics, politicians, cops

biography.

tw for: narcissistic parenting, cancer, alcohol abuse

Danny Winter was born to two batshit crazy narcissists in Fairford, Washington, in the middle of a February snowstorm. Craig (his dad) was a moody and manipulative alcoholic who did things like snoop in his childrens' rooms, or start cooking food and then drunkenly wander off to do something else, leaving eight-year-old Danny to have to start remembering to check the stove every once in a while lest the house burn down. Jeanna (his mom) was okay except when she went into unpredictable blackout fits of rage that Danny had to learn to endure straight-faced because the wrong mouth twitch was liable to trigger another meltdown. Clara, his younger sister, was born when he was already six years old, while their dad was in the middle of a two-year-long stint of being sober (but still moody, and more controlling than ever).

Unlike Clara, who was always very submissive towards their parents, Danny spent most of his teen years fighting with them. Sometimes it was smaller things, like not giving into his mom's insane demands that he only wear the clothes she buys him, or his dad snapping at him that he does like steak when he'd make it for dinner; sometimes it was bigger things: his mom trying to take away the phone he started paying for himself in high school, or his dad locking the doors to the house if he came home one minute past curfew, which led to many nights sleeping at his aunt's house, or his friends' houses, or in his car when he finally got one, and a couple times at the park down the street from the house, when it was nice out.

A naturally gregarious person, the other side of Danny's life was always good enough to nearly make up for his atrocious home life. He made friends easily, and he was good at pulling girls. He had two long-term relationships in high school, both of which were pretty healthy and normcore but one of which ended really badly and was the reason he peaced out of Fairford to LA so fast after high school.

Besides his friends and romantic relationships and smoking inhuman amounts of weed, Danny used music and art to cope when he was at home, and he carried that with him to California. He spent most of his first year there in a shitty little apartment, working at a botanic garden cleaning the ponds and trying to jumpstart his music career. When he had shit luck with that, he decided to try and monetize his physical art instead and started a tattoo apprenticeship, which he ended up loving.

He was in LA working as a tattoo artist until about six months ago, when his sister called to tell him that his aunt's breast cancer -- which she had been battling on and off for a very long time, and who had been like a proxy parents to them when they were teens -- had come back, and that things weren't looking good. Danny dropped everything to go spend time with her before she passed, and in doing so realized how much he missed Fairford. Not his parents, but his sister, his old friends, his old stomping grounds. Finding out there was an opening for a tattoo artist at Ink Spot sealed the deal for him; LA was expensive and he'd long gotten sick of the culture there, and with the heartbreak of losing his aunt, he felt it was time to go home.

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just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense

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seduces u with evil tricks like caring about u and wanting to hear about ur day

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Nick Robinson

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