#ch: bash qureshi

[samnawaz]

spring extravaganza — closed starter for bash qureshi. ( @bashqureshi​ ) location — downtown, tuesday !

For as long as she could remember Sam had been described as someone who had absolutely no trouble making her own fun; she’d never really sorted out whether that was a compliment but it was true all the same. Her workload for the week had been made remarkably light and she’d allowed herself to take the time to explore Providence Peak in earnest-- pleased to be able to lean into the feeling of getting lost in crowds the way she’d started to miss after having been away from Melbourne for so long. Still, with no real destination in mind she’d resolved to ask the first person she could wrangle into a conversation whether they had any recommendations. “Hey, mate-- I hate to bother ya but I’m a little out of my element here. You wouldn’t happen to have any recs for spots to hang out, would ya? I’m bored out of my bloody mind and I can only wander around so much, y’know?”

[jaykartal]

closed starter for bash qureshi ! ( @bashqureshi​ ) location ; devine & co., downtown !

In spite of the fact that he’d lived in Providence Peak for most of his life there always seemed to be businesses in town he’d either never found his way into or made a mental note to visit and promptly found himself distracted by life. Devine & Co. was one such business that he hadn’t visited simply because he had a difficult time remembering to do things that weren’t altogether necessary if he was juggling loads in his life-- he could thank ADHD for that, he imagined. He wasn’t even sure it’d be a fruitful visit as he stepped into the shop with wide, curious eyes-- He hoped, briefly, that they wouldn’t laugh him out of the shop altogether when he explained what he wanted but the man behind the counter looked friendly enough and Jay smiled at him as he approached the counter. “Hey! How’s it goin’, man? Uh, I have... maybe a weird question? I’m doing a lesson on the occult and other witchy sorts of things and I was wondering if you had anything I could show my students or that might make like, an interesting thing to include? It’s totally cool if not-- I wasn’t sure if it was a long shot to come bug you guys about this.”

[zahavaxkamara]

Was she an 18 year old or twenty-something year old? No. So was being out here probably a bad idea? Potentially. Yet while that all was the case, she didn’t care. All Nazli could think about was how much fun she was having and how young she felt. She’d already had a couple of different drinks and had some Molly, though she popped in some LSD not too long ago. Still waiting for the latter to come into affect, she’d been dancing and enjoying the music when she suddenly bumped into someone. The woman falling on her ass with a groan. “Orospu çocuğu,” she grumbled. Motherfucker. Rubbing her shoulder, she glanced up to check out the perp. Her eyes widening, did her heart stop or is it racing fast? She wasn’t sure. The same way she wasn’t sure if it was Bashir fucking Qureshi that she just bumped into. “This has to be the LSD taking over,” she mused out loud. It had to be either a figment of her drug-induced imagination or just someone who looked like her baby daddy. Because if it really was Bash... Well, her first words to him in nearly two decades is kinda fucked up. “Help a girl up, please? I like this outfit and don’t want the dirt to ruin it...”

CLOSED STARTER: the rave // @bashqureshi​