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whatever *drinks red wine* *lies in the middle of road*

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zekielvd‌

“Right.” Zeke stood rather uncomfortable, his lack of athleticism becoming more obvious the longer he held Lana up with a slight pain in his back. He wasn’t necessarily meant to take anything on that was excessively harsh on his physicality, but he didn’t think much of it with alcohol in his system. He let Trent have the floor, knowing he had the legs in the situation and that if they had to, he could walk away from the situation without conflict. “She doesn’t want to talk to you, man,” Zeke said after Lana had whispered in his ear, small shrug following his words. “Best to just leave it alone. She probably wants nothing to do with your crowd and frankly, I don’t fucking blame her. Get out of our way, or we’ll just go around.”

Lana felt like she had far too much pent up energy, clinging to Zeke’s back, like that, full spider monkey with no trees to leap between, and it showed in the way she restlessly fidgeted her legs, heart in her ears so loud that she couldn’t think. Taken aback by Zeke being appointed spokesman, Trent let out a breath of disbelief. “I--... You don’t get it, man, I’m not asking for much. If she can forgive Danny, she can forgive me. We’ve all fucked up shit, here, even her.” A breath escaped Lana like she’d been holding it captive, and suddenly she was thumbing at the closest thing she could, the soft neck behind Zeke’s ear, a silent request to be let down as she started sliding that way. “I’m not asking for much,” Trent repeated, and it was apparent in his bewilderingly warped optimism that he’d been drinking, hope founded on idiocy and alcohol. “I mean, what, she visits Danny in fucking jail, but she can’t have one conversation with me, now?” Wordlessly snatching one of her rabbit pumps, Lana moved around Zeke as if she had the aim of responding, expectation obvious on Trent’s face, but instead of saying anything, she just reared her shoe and hurled it down against him, heeled point of impact nailing him on the chest. “What the fu--,” he didn’t even manage to get the full word out before she was smacking him again, full force, catching his hand hard enough that it would inevitably prompt a bleed. “Fucking--... Jameson! Fucking stop, what the fuck is your--...” Lana swung it down a third time, gritting out such an uncharacteristically angry scream that it almost ruptured something, at least a dozen heads turning in surprise at the scene. “Cunt! You’re a cunt!”

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gcnnerpaxton‌

“Stop! Lana, please -,” he whined - Gunner wasn’t a whiner by any means, maybe when Elias started to annoy him, but despite the friendship he’d started to strike up with Lana, he still attempted to keep himself cordial as much as he could in her presence. Not that it was personal, he tried to do that with everyone he was close with. Without a second thought, he was clutching onto the hand Lana held towards him, chuckling nervously as he attempted to situate himself in the new atmosphere. He did feel good, the Molly made sure of that, and the moment he was holding onto Lana for stability, Gunner could feel his face splitting finally into a grin, “Yeah - Yes, yeah, it’s fun. This is fun,” he said, still sounding like his typical robotic self. Apparently, even with the use of drugs, he was still cautious. It was amazing, really, that he could still worry about being too much even when he was in the mood to be wild for once in his life, “No, wait, Lana, don’t -,” It was in vain, begging for Lana to stay close to him, when she was rolling even harder than he was. For as high as he was, it’d only taken to lines to get to this level - he didn’t know how many Lana took, but it was more than Gunner had done, so he couldn’t blame her for being all over the place, “I love Finding Nemo,” he finally said, working up the courage to begin to bounce himself gently - not enough to start properly jumping into the air, but enough that his feet were off the plush ground just barely with each jump, “I love whales. I love them. I love that they’re so big. I’m so small, I wish I could be a whale,” he rambled, staring at his feet the entire time as he continued to leap, getting higher and higher as he did so, laughter building the higher he got, “In love with everything?” Staring at Lana with wide eyes, the smile only dropped for a second - due to the shock, apparently, of being in love with everything - before it was returning. Gunner had begun to jump at an impressive height by now, and it made him reach out again, clutching onto Lana’s hand as they jumped together. Oddly, it made him feel comforted, their synchronized leaping as he clutched onto her. He was practically breathless in a few seconds, letting out random and delirious bouts of laughter as they continued, “What if I puke in here? I don’t feel sick, but I think I should. I usually do with - I just feel like I should, but -,” Finally tearing his eyes away from his feet so that he could glance at Lana’s face, it took a few seconds for her question to register, “Oh - um, yeah, earlier. Some girl interrupted us - I don’t know who she was, but it seemed serious. Made me leave and everything,” he huffed - though he was feeling too good to actually stay upset over the previous scenario for more than a few seconds. Instead, he started kicking his legs every which way he could with each bounce, still laughing breathlessly, Lana’s question already forgotten, “Jesus, it feels like I’m 50 feet in the air with each bounce. I’m - You’re really fun. I’ve never… I’ve never had fun friends before. Why do you even like me? Is it because of Benji? He’s kinda the best, he’s worth it, the whole dealing with his friends thing.”

Lana felt strangely at one with a pile of autumn leaves she’d seen swirling hard in the gusts of a blower, one fall, like she was all shades of orange and red, crisping at the edges and taking flight. Either that, or the glitter in a snow globe post a furious shake. She kept bouncing like she was trying to gather enough momentum to take off and blast a hole through the ceiling, letting all of the caterpillar’s air out and leaving it in a deflated mess -- it wouldn’t matter, though, because she’d be way up in the atmosphere, at one in the Scorpion constellation with Antaras, the red star Rory insisted she glowed like. “So, puke! The world’s used to puking. I mean, hello, people puke? News flash?” Lana scoffed like he’d even been challenging her on it, taking it upon herself to whip his hand up and attempt to spin beneath it mid leap -- it wound up almost dislocating her elbow, though, but she could only find it in herself to laugh harder, ribs tight like they’d been tickled that way. “Some girl? Who? Who, Rosa? Her name’s Rosa, Gunner,” Lana insisted, as if he wouldn’t know. “Who, who. Hoo. God, when did an owl get here?” Letting out an eerily piggish squeal when a stranger clipped an elbow against her side in his trek for the exit, Lana grinned wider. “Babe tribute! Babe 2: Pig in the City!” Attempting to keep her eyes zoned onto his face, Lana wet her lips for easily the third time during their conversation, red pigment refusing to budge despite how adamantly she’d been licking at it. “You’ve never had fun friends, before? Your brother’s Eli. He’s, like, the most fun, ever,” Lana got out like she couldn’t believe her ears, apparently forgetting that siblings weren’t the same as those you met along the way. Caleb had always been her best friend, though, growing up, even if she’d had hundreds of alternate options. “Nu-uh,” came with a head shake, bounces losing their specificity as she leapt a circle around him, almost making herself dizzy. “I mean, maybe, at first, it was, like, a Benji-and-Eli thing, or something. But I kind of like everyone, you know? And whenever you’d, like, sigh at me, and stuff, it kind of reminded me of my brother. And I love anyone like him. If there’s a bit of him, in anyone, then they’re the best,” she blabbered a hundred miles a minute, landing back in front of him with a breathless gasp of laughter -- the bounce house had shifted beneath her, creaking like a fart, and she couldn’t help but grin like she’d been witness to earth shattering comedy. “You’re not just Benji’s friend, though. Like, we’re friends, too. Right? We’re friends, too, and we don’t even have to fuck, or anything. And I fuck, like, all my friends. But we’re friends, even without the fucking. That’s really cool. But, yeah, he’s the best,” she continued, nodding a few times within the same second. “Literally the best. I think about him all the time, isn’t that weird? I shouldn’t, ‘cause, like... boyfriends, and life, and everything, but I do. Weird, right? Everything’s so weird. This Molly’s kind of making my vag tingle, I think, or maybe it’s Benji. Everything’s weird.” Then, out of nowhere, she blinked a little wider, bouncing away from him as she called her question back. It was like her legs had forgotten how to wait for an answer. “Wanna get water? I’m a porpoise, and I need the ocean. The ocean, minus the salt. Salt’s banned, unless it’s semen. And--... Ew, where’s the way out?” Lana despaired, heading in completely the wrong direction. “Are we trapped? Are we trapped, in a maze?”

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viktcrr‌

They’d gotten into the habit of cracking their knuckles. It started moments after they’d last seen Lana - up in the empty space of a parking lot, with a broken window and a mysteriously missing pair of red dice (now, conveniently, strung around Viktor’s neck like some sort of trophy - they liked trophies, liked keeping mementos from all the times they’d gotten what they wanted) - and a curiosity that’d begun to weigh so heavily on Viktor’s mind that they’d spent the last few days strewn across their couch in a heavy headache. The headache was gone now, thanks to a heart-shaped tab that’d left their tongue partially numb as well - but the cracking remained, joints protesting with each knuckle pressed down, only worsening with each person Viktor stumbled across that hadn’t been Lana. It’d been coincidence that they’d been walking by the bounce house - or chance, maybe, depending on who was asked - lips curling up in a manner that’d been near unsettling, “Lana Jameson wants to be swallowed hole?” a snort soon followed, Viktor leaning closer to the mesh, hands in pockets, “Pretty fucking … on brand, for you - “ their eyes landed on the stranger, “ - yeah, sure, I’ll be damn honored. Meet me by the entrance?”

“Yeah. Wanna, like, unhinge your jaw and play python, with me?” Lana floated, grin lingering like a wine stain on a white dress, impossible to wipe clean -- fitting, really, considering how red her lips were. Nodding a few times in a row like she was about to bark out a swift “sir, yes, sir!”, all boundless enthusiasm in the face of a higher authority, Lana split from the clinger she’d acquired without any acknowledgement, prancing her way towards the entrance with her silk slip fluttering. Red Riding Hood on her way towards the wolf. “Hey!” she greeted again once she reached Viktor, either forgetting she’d already said it or being excited enough that one didn’t suffice. Like a child unknowingly dunking her hand into a piranha tank at the world’s worst regulated zoo, she flung hers out to catch Viktor’s, gently tugging to encourage them inside. The thought that it probably wasn’t a done thing, to Viktor, holding hands in general, didn’t seem to cross her mind. “Hey, dice,” she realised with a wide blink, other hand reaching up between them to briefly toy with the ones dangling around their neck, cheeks plump with an infectious smile. “I told him a total masked hooligan with red eyes popped the window and ran. I was all, like, he had fangs! He pierced the glass, with his fangs! And he didn’t even believe it. Isn’t that lame? I mean, have a little imagination, right? Do I feel warm?” she blurted out of the blue, lifting their hand to press it to her cheek before she abruptly dropped it, turning to bounce further inside of the caterpillar. Her dress was flapping like it was tempted to spread wings and take flight, land on the moon and cast out a DreamWorks fishing line. “I feel like my brain’s a sieve, or something. Ever feel like that? Like everything could just come leaking out of it, all at once?”

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Christo Christov, ‘The Barrier’. 1979.

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zekielvd‌

“This is the life we lead now, Lana. Chaos. You have to be on your toes at all times. Except at times like these when you, you know, can’t be,” he muttered, nose wrinkling at her description. “What the fuck? I want to be Eddie Murphy classic donkey. Dunk-ey! Otherwise, it’s pointless.” Nodding his head at Lana’s insight, he made his way in the appropriate direction, automatically retching at the sensation of her finger in his ear so suddenly, he almost dropped her. “Lana, don’t! I have an — I hate… ears. Argh,” he gagged again, pinching her thighs gently in protest. Zeke still laughed, however, until he was face to face with someone he was less-than-enthused to see. “Zeke. Yeah. Don’t act like you don’t know my name.” Making no move to place Lana down, he nodded his head. “Right. Have your word, then.”

Subconsciously, Lana had shrank down behind Zeke’s head, a little, the moment Trent appeared. She was half tempted to wriggle away, slide down his back and take off running in the opposite direction. “No, yeah, I know your name, dude, I’m just... You know. Awkward,” Trent breathed out with a forced laugh, apparently deeming it the kind of situation that could be brushed off with such, before clearing his throat and pressing his lips into a line. “You gonna say hi, Jameson?” came with a slight duck of his head, like he was trying to make her out behind an obstacle. Lana couldn’t move her tongue, but her heart thumped enough for the both of them. “Look,” he began, clearly gauging that he wasn’t going to get anything and taking a step forward with a hand limply gesticulated, “I was just thinking, you know, shit’s getting stale, and maybe bygones should be bygones. I mean, Danny’s out of the picture, now -- right? And we always got on, didn’t we? The best, out of the guys?” Expression serious, he gently furrowed his eyebrows, meaning it with his whole chest. “I think we should move past it, and try to get along.” Tucking her chin, Lana murmured against Zeke’s ear in the smallest voice possible. “I wanna go.” As if sensing her reluctance, Trent took another step, attempting to make his good intentions clear. “C’mon, Jameson. You’re not even gonna talk to me, now? This is whack.”

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eliaspaxton‌

“Yeah. If he finds me first, I won’t have time to prepare. Or worse, he sneaks up on me. I have to be vigilant and hunt him down myself, confront him. Look down the barrel of a gun, if you will,” he offered in explanation, blinking in the aftermath of the sunglasses that rested on his nose. He felt less anxious than he thought he would when Viktor would find out what happened. If anything, he just felt like he was excited to see what he might do. “Yeah, Rosa was a total accident. I fucked her by accident. Lana, do you know how many steps go into that? A lot. That’s a lot of accidents on top of each other, piled up. I don’t think Viktor will exactly see it as a small mistake,” he said, chuckling softly. “And I did it right after I said I would, so.” Exhaling at Lana’s next question, he stuffed his hands in his pockets in a subconscious effort to make himself smaller. “I’m not mad at you,” he replied. “I don’t want to waste the energy and — and well, it’s not like what I did was moral.” Elias stood anxiously like he was wearing a skin suit that he’d be able to crawl out of and slither in the grass to safety, but the zipper was stuck. “Mask might be a bit of a red flag, no? I mean, I know some people are wearing extravagant fits, but… A full-face cover? Total bull attraction.”

“No, not--... I know Rosa wasn’t an accident. I meant me. Like, me telling Viktor. That was an accident. That’s what I meant. I don’t, like, wanna hear about you fucking Rosa, any more,” she said quite nonchalantly, barely paying her own words any mind as her eyes flit sideways, investigating random strangers walking by. A girl with tall white rabbit ears, right floppy enough that Lana had the impulsive urge to reach out and swat it. “What the fuck?” she gasped to her friend as she carried on walking, clasping protectively as her headgear as Lana simply blinked back to look at Elias, cheeks eternally plump from all of the amusement they were housing. “Yeah but, like, who’s even moral, any more? I found out this guy I’m fucking is, like, married, with kids, and even after I knew, I did it again. That’s fucked, right? Like, rotten-apple-instead-of-a-heart stuff. But, like, sometimes I just don’t care. I don’t know how to, so I don’t,” she repeated, ignoring the clench in her chest that implied otherwise. It didn’t matter, anyway. Nothing did, when she felt like this. “Not really. I’ve seen, like, a bunch of masks, around here. Those ones, with big teeth. Cheshire Cat, and wolves, and... Who’s that guy, with big teeth? Wait, no. Got totally sidetracked, thought we were just listing celebrities with huge gnashers. Now I’m thinking about Freddie Mercury,” Lana sighed, almost winding herself with the sheer speed at which her thoughts were moving. Rather than let herself think about anything, Lana slid up the hem of her slip to locate the baggy she’d managed to strap to her thigh via garter. “Want a bump? I might have one. Just one boin,” she impersonated Casey Frey, grinning at herself. “Wait. Where’s... Do you have keys? I think I lost mine, on the caterpillar. That’s so sad. That’s the saddest thing, I think.”

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junosbean‌

a cigarette bummed from a particularly handsy mad hatter in one hand and a nearly empty cup in the other, juno stopped amid the crowd to see what it was that had become so intriguing to the masses. smiling madly at the sight of lana, she nodded intently in understanding, musing, “used to eat caterpillars as a kid,” an attempt to become a butterfly, “so i guess it really is the circle of life.” finishing off her drink and slipping off her shoes, she clambered into the caterpillar’s mouth, arms wide in the air when she made her grand entrance. 

“Ew, you ate them? What if they’re, like, still in there? What if you shit them out, or sneeze them up?” Lana rattled off thoughts from the top of her head, still springing around like a demented Jack-in-the-box. “Is that menthol? Kinda wanna--... I mean, I don’t even smoke, but,” she provided a shoddy explanation before she leapt close enough to snatch the cigarette from Juno, flouncing it around in her hand a few times before taking a drag, nondescript posh accent adopted in milliseconds. “My mink, Charles, I said get me my mink!” Accidentally firing a clump of ash at the boy who’d been pawing her, he let out a yelp as it singed his knuckles, but Lana simply kept bouncing, cherry glowing amber with her first toke. Head tipped back, she blew a thin cloud to the ceiling after not holding it long, dangling it back for Juno to take as she jumped. “I used to always wanna live in one of these, when I was a kid. Or, like, a Wendy house. Or a tree house, or a pirate ship, or one of those bottles in the ocean you float secrets written on parchment in. Don’t you think that’d be cool?”

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zekielvd‌

Zeke wasn’t used to this level of affection with not only one, but two people. He wasn’t used to feeling so comforted by the people that loved him. When she wailed out in protest, he halted in his spot, glancing down where the shoes were. “Shit,” he said quickly, bending over to pluck them up and doing his best to hold the balance. “Alright. Got it. Where should we check first?”

Lana let out an uneasy exclamation as he bent down, tresses of hair falling forwards and briefly cloaking him like an off-brand Cousin It. “God. In-out, in-out, shake it all about,” she laughed as they straightened, grin prominent as she imagined the way they looked. “I feel like I’m riding Donkey, from Shrek, or something -- like, the handsome one, though, you know when they drink that potion?” Rambling off track, Lana blinked wide a few times like that was the equivalent of windscreen wipers cleansing her brain, helping her to focus on the task at hand. “Um... one of those, like, tree turrets, maybe? I can imagine him windmilling his dick at the top, just to see what it feels like. Probably nice, actually. Breezy, and stuff. I wish I could windmill my dick, sometimes. I think I’d be super good at it,” she blabbered, tickling a finger at the shell of his ear just so he’d inevitably screw his face and jut his head sideways, inciting another laugh. She gently poked inside, wiggling her index once. “Penetration!” Endlessly amused, Lana carried on laughing until she noticed the figure that had intercepted their path, stepped away from the poker tables and gently clearing his throat as he offered a sheepish smile, hands in his pockets. Trent. Stopping her playing completely, Lana’s arms just clutched a little tighter around Zeke, swallowing any amusement in an audibly loud gulp. “’Sup, Jameson? Erm... Yo... Zeke, yeah? You mind if I have a word, with Lana?”

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kelsoed‌

The roar of the party was loud in Romy’s ears as she stood by the punch bowl, spiked with something from a king of hearts’ bedazzled flask. The taste of it was strong and bitter on her tongue but she welcomed it, downing her first cup in a few gulps and working on her second. Beside it sat a colorful bowl of multicolored pills, not half as full as the punch bowl but the few handfuls that were in there caught her eye. Idly, she thought about sliding her fingers in, curling them around the pills like a child in the market playing with the rice, popping whatever was in her hands when she brought it out into her mouth and letting the night fade away. If her mission to damage her kidneys and liver beyond repair hadn’t yet worked, it certainly would after that. A voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she turned to the source, smile plastered quickly on her lips as she gestured to the bowl. “Fucking stupid right? Don’t even know what you’re gonna take,” she laughs, reaching and picking out a yellow pill, inspecting it for a short moment before shrugging and popping it into her mouth. “Oh well, to Wonderland, right?”

“This one’s a capsule,” Lana exclaimed, for some reason enamoured by this discovery, plucking it up to the light like a jeweller examining the carat of a diamond. “Think some of these could have, like, a grandpa’s ashes in them, or something? Sneak attacks? Sneaky little surprises? They kind of remind me of Kinder eggs,” she realised, even though there was hardly any relevance, before dropping it back into the bowl. Her limbs were so jittery with the urge to do something that she couldn’t help but fish out another, gently shaking it around her palm as if expecting it to bounce, a Mexican jumping bean. The bass was throbbing enough that it seemed plausible. She felt like her bones were vibrating, emanating a townhouse besides an active railway. “There’s this giant dick inflatable, in the red pool. Have you seen it? Kind of wanna see if I can ride it all the way across, without getting wet. Like a king’s chariot, or something,” she enthused, eyes flitting up from her hand to flash Romy a red-lipped grin, all Cheshire-Cat-wide. “Wanna?”

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lcofowler‌

“Yo!” Hunkered away from the bustle of the party, Leo waved the familiar face closer with a large grin on his face, “I think they were planning on setting off fireworks later. That shed behind me has, like - here, here, look,” Thrusting his hand out from behind his back, Leo struck a pose that should have been equipped with a dramatic Tada!, two separate fireworks in hand. Women posing with prizes on Wheel of Fortune were practically put to shame, “I’m gonna light it. You in?”

Lips red and bleary at the edges like they’d been kissed that way, Lana looked like she’d stumbled in from shooting an x-rated scene in Hollywood, and definitely didn’t do much to thwart the image by springing up to kiss Leo no sooner had he asked his question. “You’re, like, so clever,” she enthused as she cupped at the back of his neck, pressing another kiss to his lips before sinking hesitantly into her shoes -- with the way she’d been balanced to reach him, they were briefly only clinging by the toes. “You even taste clever. I knew you would. I was thinking about it, earlier. Anyways, I love fireworks. Especially the red ones. Are these the red ones?” Lana questioned, hand moving to urge his between them so she could investigate the firework in it, rather than the more sensible option of taking it for herself. “I always used to wanna eat them, when I saw them exploding in the sky, from my window. They just looked like they’d taste nice, or something. Like sherbet, or strawberries. What happens when you set off a firework at a tree?” she chattered on, apparently unable to stop until someone interrupted her. All the while, she aimlessly poked and prodded at the firework with one hand, other thumbing over his knuckles like they were coins she wanted to shine and pocket. “There’s this one, way over there, that looked like an evil old man. It has, like, a gross energy, I think. I hate him. Can we fire one, at it?”

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greggbones‌

Greg had been considering jumping in the pool — filled with blood-red water and a flurry of white rose petals — before it occurred to him that he was wearing all white and didn’t necessarily want to be quite so exposed, not yet anyway. It was this realization that led to him wandering past the giant caterpillar and hearing Lana call out. “I haven’t — is it as bouncy as it looks?” It makes him a little nauseous looking at it, but maybe once he’s moving it won’t be so bad. “Yeah, sure why not?” He too ignores the stranger now at Lana’s side in favour of kicking off his shoes and making his way to the entrance. Once inside, he stumbles over to the other — his jumps are more the result of others than of his own efforts. “Lana, Lana, Lana del ray. Are you having a good time in Wonderland?” 

“Insanely bouncy. Like, Pamela-Anderson-on-Baywatch bouncy, I swear,” Lana posed like a market salesman attempting to negotiate a better deal on their stall’s goods, grin instantly widening when Greg agreed. “She shoots, she scores!” Letting out a cackle as he flailed towards her, Lana had to bite down on her bottom lip in a poor bid to contain her amusement. “God, just, like, flung around, like a pinball, or something,” she laughed as he reached her, reaching up to randomly rest the back of her hand against his forehead, playing Florence Nightingale taking a fever patient’s temperature. “Are you warm? You look kind of warm. Or, like... maybe it’s just dark in here,” slipped out with a brief knit of her eyebrows, as if shadows correlated to faces flushing. Dropping her hand, she nodded a few times in a row. “Yeah, totally. Some guy offered me, like, opium tea, I guess? Anyway, that, earlier, but I said no. I mean, god, I’m practically a model citizen. I’m practically, like, appointed in the White House and driving a Minivan.” The fact that she’d declined one drug because she was already on another didn’t seem to register as a contradiction to this statement. “Are you? I think the band goes on, soon. Kind of wanna sneak on stage, somehow.” All of this, she was saying while bouncing, unwanted clinger forgotten at the sidelines. “Wanna try it, with me?”

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eliaspaxton‌

“Interesting how we suck dick but we eat pussy, isn’t it? Can have a pussy buffet, but not a cock buffet. Think about it,” he said, finger tapping against the side of his head as he laughed. Brows furrowing, he placed both hands over his face as if that would somehow help Lana get her words out. However, when the confession was finally standing between them, he quickly turned around to snatch a beer from the nearest helpless soul, chugging it down. The man seemed too meek to argue, disappearing to likely find himself another. “Right. So, I just have to find him first. Easy enough,” he said, nodding his head over and over as he surveyed the crowd of faces for Viktor. “I’m not — not mad, per se. Not mad. Disappointed, maybe. Thought you could hold this one in, considering my life is on the fucking line. It’s probably Rosa you need to worry about.”

Lana shifted her weight from one foot to another like she was putting off a toilet break, but really it was just a subconscious sway to the music nearby. “You have to find him first?” Lana questioned, blinking wide and attentive, before suddenly she was reaching up and tugging the sunglasses from her head, a flaming red, novelty pair with the wingspan of an owl on the hunt. Lifting them towards his face, she took care in sliding them to rest on the bridge of his nose, skewed logic somehow rationalising that they would keep him safe. Either that, or it was her way of playing cat and presenting her owner with a prize catch. It was like she kept forgetting what they were even talking about, that much being obvious in the way she brushed his hair into place, deeming it her duty to primp him now that he was wearing a fresh accessory. Readying him for the hypothetical ball. “He won’t really hurt you, though, right? Like, not really? He won’t, right? And--... It was an accident. I mean, I kissed Rosa, earlier, and I held this random guy’s hand, ‘cause I thought it was... I don’t really know who I thought it was,” Lana realised, sighing as her hands dropped. “Then I swore I saw a snake, in the grass, but I think it was just a shoelace. I think maybe this Molly is, like, weird, or something. But I did a bunch, so it’s... Wait, so you’re not mad?” she asked again, intently studying his expression, eyes flitting back and forth between his. From how up close she’d edged, anyone would think it was an interrogation, but she wasn’t even aware of it. “I think I’d hate it, if you were mad at me. More than I should, probably. Way more than most people. Should we get you a mask?” she switched topics suddenly, pointing at a stranger passing them by with a tiger’s head elasticated across his face. “Like that one? Viktor won’t find you, as easy. God... I’m, like, actually kind of smart, sometimes? That’s pretty smart, right? Maybe I should join the FBI.”

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rosasamuels‌

“Hey!” Reaching up to tug at Lana’s fingers that poked through the mesh, Rosa had to stand on her tiptoes just so she could grasp at the digits properly - she was tall but the bouncy castle was even enough to make her struggle, causing her pout, “This is making me feel, like, extra tiny. I’ve been looking for you - when’d you get here?” Rosa didn’t need any more encouraging after Lana’s question, letting out a squeal before making her way towards the entrance, “Oh, shit - my shoes!” Rolling awkwardly on the unstable surface of the bouncy castle, Rosa accidentally followed in Lana’s shoes by flashing her underwear to anyone within eye sight - it was rare that Rosa ever wore anything particularly girly, but for the party she wanted to wear the only flowy white dress she owned, momentarily forgetting why she didn’t wear dresses to begin with - until she’d finally tore her converse off, “Tada!” she called once coming to a stand, no hesitation necessary before she was excitedly hopping closer to Lana, “Hi! I’m Rosalind! Or Rosa, whatever - Lana, I wanna do my first shot of gin tonight. I heard it tastes like pine needles!” she said to the man still clutching onto Lana, holding her hand out towards him for him to shake, despite the fact that she hadn’t stopped bouncing yet, before directing her attention to the girl in front of her like she hadn’t talked to the boy at all.

“Ages ago. Like, it feels like years. Ten thousand B.C.,” Lana exaggerated, eyes widening for dramatic emphasis. She’d slipped into bouncing again as soon as Rosa disappeared from view, looking a little like a badly behaved balloon trying to protest against a knot keeping it earth bound, stranger’s hands shifting uneasily in an attempt to maintain his grasp. He laughed like he wasn’t sure what to do with her, and Lana held her hands out towards Rosa like he didn’t exist. “Pretty!” she enthused, giving a quick tousle of the white dress around Rosa’s hips, lips parting with an “ooh!” at the way the fabric fanned. With the light leaking in behind her, it was almost transparent -- either that, or Lana’s imagination was so overactive, in that moment, that she was hallucinating the edges of a silhouette beneath it. “Gin’s way gross, Rosa. It tastes like what witch doctors probably, like, sterilised their big, long masks with -- you know those ones? The ones, with the honks? The honkers?” she questioned, drawing her hand out in front of her like she was constructing a particularly sharp beak from thin air. “They always totally creeped me out. I mean, imagine having the plague, or whatever, and this guy in a mask turns up and just starts pecking you. History is so wild,” Lana scoffed, like that was even what happened at all. The clinger she’d somehow gained held his hand out, shaking Rosa’s before trading a glance between them. “She always, uh... this happy?” he asked Rosa with a bashful grin, to which Lana interrupted without any acknowledgement, gently clasping at both of Rosa’s cheeks just so she could push onto her tiptoes and press a kiss to her mouth, red and bound to leave a gaudy imprint to prove it. It was a fit of impulse, one she rationalised, in her current state of mind, as something completely commonplace -- a comma in a sentence or a pause in which to swallow. “I’m so glad you’re here. Did I say that? We can get gin. You wanna get gin?” Nodding a few times for no apparent reason, Lana seemed to have forgotten that it was her idea for Rosa to come into the bounce house in the first place, hand tugging insistently on hers with fresh determination. “It’s a mission. Come on, let’s go hunt some down. Bye, Jimothy!” she called back to their companion, who let out a shaky breath and itched at his head. “I didn’t even tell you--... It’s Sam,” he attempted, but Lana was already marching them towards the exit.

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zekielvd‌

Making a face at the man that seemed to not want to free Lana, he exhaled in relief once she finally made her way toward him. Hands automatically finding her hips, feeling more balance with the extra support, he wrinkled his nose. “I’d say maybe Jason Momoa after the gym,” he said, observing the many frat-y types that occupied the space. “Sandy was a squirrel? Aren’t they underwater?” he asked, clearly not well-versed in his Spongebob lore. Lana’s admittance, however, made him smile almost immediately. “I’ve seen him around. We can go on a search. Hop on,” Zeke said, turning around and crouching in a silent gesture for her to bounce on his back.

Lana’s thumb had been by his bottom lip as a smile stretched it, instantly cropping up an inch just to tenderly press there, testing whether it emanated the same warmth that it started in her stomach. She was tempted to lean close and replace her fingers with her lips, instead, but Lana realised too late Zeke had been saying something, mouth dropping open as he turned like she’d half expected him to storm off without a word. Realising what he meant once he crouched, she hopped up and looped her arms around his neck. She’d been midway through pressing a kiss to the spot on his head that she estimated an incision scar would be, post surgery, when suddenly she flung a finger out to point at the floor. “Wait!” It was such a deafening bellow that she couldn’t help but laugh, hugging his shoulders closer in wordless apology. “My shoes. The rabbits. They’re on the floor. I can’t leave them, what if some, like, foot fetishist runs up to us, on all fours, and sucks on my big toe like it’s an udder, or something? That’s gross, Zeke. We can’t allow it. Please can you grab them?”

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teddylawrence‌

“The what?” Teddy didn’t bother looking at the rabbits on Lana’s feet. He was far too excited at the idea of finally talking to her. The alcohol helped with that - Teddy was always excited to talk to Lana, but after things had started to get a bit strained, he couldn’t help but worry that she’d never want to talk to him ever again, in general. Teddy already knew that there was no chance of them being as close as they used to be before the fall out, “Um?” That was a good question - he’d been all over Blake at the pre, the voice of one of his classmates that’d joined them laughing about how clingy they were. Sometimes, Teddy forgot he was allowed to be an independent person until he just was, but the mention of his boyfriend’s name had him pouting automatically, too drunk to hide the expression as he checked over his shoulder, like he expected Blake to be right there, “Dunno, actually. Hope he’s not upset I… accidentally ran away. Whatever -,” he’d said it the same time that Lana started talking again, and it was enough to make him shut up, glancing back at Lana with a sort of astonished, bug-eyed expression. Apparently, Zeke had talked to Lana about their argument. Which was to be expected, really - but it still made Teddy press his lips into a tight line, gripping onto the cup with both hands, “Oh. You - you’re… mad?” The concept seemed a bit confusing - they’d fought before, on multiple occasions, but this almost hurt the most. Any excitement at seeing Lana immediately poured of his veins when he realized she’d approached out of anger, “I’m… entitled to an opinion, whether you share it or not,” he said, sounding a bit childish as he did, “But - y’know, I’m. I don’t… want to do this with you. If you just… want to fight, then. I’m not doing that. So, like, fucking. Have fun, I guess. Sorry for whatever fucking offence you feel, uh. Yeah, okay,” Teddy huffed, rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand before giving Lana a noncommittal wave, accompanied by a sarcastic grin, turning to escape the conversation as soon as possible.

Lana had already opened her mouth to object, gently shaking her head, but Teddy continued without leaving a proper gap. “No, you--... Teddy,” she attempted to insist, but he was already turning on his heel and adamantly marching, forcing her to spring forwards and catch him by the hand. “Teddy, I was kidding, I just--... I mean, I guess it wasn’t, like, the best thing to kid about, in the world, but... I mean, I thought it was obvious, from the whole ‘snarling and biting their ankles’ thing. Not that, like... Not saying what you said was right, it was just... It was just the first time I’d heard of you, like, acknowledging me, in a really long time, and I didn’t think you ever did, any more, so I just... I guess I’m nervous,” she admitted, only realising she was still holding onto him when her palm started to clam, heart thumping fast enough that her body’s warmth was suffocating, if she let it. Letting go, she wet her lips, suddenly desperate for a drink but unable to voice it. “I mean, we haven’t talked in ages, and I’m just--... I keep, like, blurting everything I’m thinking. I’m pretty high, I think this Molly is, like, turbo charged, or something, and everything feels--.... Can we start over?” Lana interrupted, smile sparking at the edges of her lips like it wasn’t sure how to catch flame, unable to grow beyond a beginning. “I just--... I miss you. I miss you all the time. Not even in, like...” trailed off, suddenly glad for how skimpy her slip was so that she could at least benefit a little from the slight breeze. This conversation felt like spinning in the centre of a microwave, cheeks sufficiently pink. “Not in a weird way, just... I just meant that, like... If that’s why you haven’t been--... If they’re why, then... I meant it’s good, it’s just me. It’s good, ‘cause I miss you.” Barely leaving any time for it to settle, Lana blurted a question like she’d been programmed with a sequenced set of dialogue, and she couldn’t deter from the script. “Wanna get another drink, or something? My mouth’s like sandpaper, and yours is empty.”