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“no, no no no!” milo cursed quietly under his breath as he started chasing down some cans that had rolled free from his grocery bag. as was his luck, while he was trying to unlock his apartment door, a few slipped free and scattered all over the hallway, leaving him to scuttle in circles trying to collect them all before they got in the way. locking eyes with the last can, he juggled his bag and ducked down to pick it up, only to realize he was face-to-face with someone’s knee. “oh- shit. sorry, sorry!” he hurriedly began to apologize, “i’m probably in your way!”

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hunterlockwood:

“unfortunately, i don’t think that’s going to be happening any time soon. pretty sure we’re the only two people here who aren’t having a good time.” the lanky girl confesses, arms coming to cross against her chest as she leans back against the crowded counter. she was trying not to make a big deal at the mention of jamison, after all, she had to expect it with he and milo being not only roommates but also still friends. though, rather than answer his possibly rhetorical question, she gives off a sheepish smile. hunter would be lying if she said something along the lines of relief didn’t pass through her slender frame when milo change the subject away from jamison and toward music. “that sounds really good, milo,” she confesses, head nodding frantically. “the escape plan is in process, we will get out of here alive!” 

  milo rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement, muttering something under his breath about how people were confusing. as hunter agreed to his plan, he practically launched himself off the counter, almost stumbling into the counter across for him. luckily, he caught himself last minute and raised his hand to comb through his hair, attempting to play it off. it was pretty clear how eager he was to get away from the crowded apartment that was filled with far too many people. another small giggle echoed from him at hunter’s dramatic exclamation, and he shook his head before shuffling behind a couple of people. “come on, then,” he said, making a beeline for the door and not checking if she was following.

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the sound of guitar echoing down the hallway intrigued milo, and while he wasn’t usually one to put himself in situations where conversation was a possibility, his curiosity and love for music got the better of him. “i don’t have any change on me, otherwise i would’ve said go for it. though maybe playing in the hallways is a good way to get some funds, rather than the park. a lot of people go through here. although i guess a lot of people also go through the park- anyway,” he took a deep breath, “hey, cooper. do you, um, want some company?” 

cooper had been locked out of his apartment and was waiting down stairs in the lobby for his roommate to come and give him back his key. thankfully he had been coming back from practicing in the park so he had his precious guitar with him. he took it out of it’s case and began playing softly to pass the time. he hadn’t even noticed when someone walked up to him. he looked up at the sound of footsteps. “should i put my hat out for you to toss coins in?”

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hunterlockwood:

the tale of milo’s failed escapes warrants a short laugh from the brunette herself, head shaking at the matter. finally, in the company of someone trustworthy, hunter turns to place the red solo cup she’d been so dearly holding onto down against the counter in the first empty spot she can find. “you’re telling me,” she agrees, brows scooting up her forehead as she listens to milo continue to list reasons. “i know,” in a soft tone, she reassures the blonde when he promises their conversation wasn’t enjoyable. though, with the mention of jamison it seems that smile that once had been permanently glued to her lips falters somewhat. swallowing, she tries to shake it off; it was already an awkward situation for the three childhood friends. “yeah, he’s just that kind of person- like all those others. yeah.”

in the habit of fiddling with things, milo picked up the solo cup that she had just placed down on the counter. peering inside, his face scrunched up in disgust and he delicately placed it back down. his gaze raised as he peered sheepishly out at her. “it’s just been a rough night. i’m waiting for them to kick everyone out.” his hands rested on his shin and he pulled his legs in closer, almost like he was trying to block out the awkward silence that had settled over them. silently, milo cursed himself for being so dumb as to bring that up. everything had been going fine, but as usual, he somehow found a way to ruin the conversation. “yeah, loud and kinda obnoxious and in your face but you gotta love him, right?” he chuckled nervously, though the smile faded off his face and he jumped to change the subject because dammit milo, why are you still talking about it? “i started a new remix, maybe... you should come listen to it. while everyone is here. we could not be here and nobody would say anything if we both try to go..”

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hunterlockwood:

the abruptness of his question warranted both brows to shoot up her forehead, but soon afterward hunter finds a small breathy laugh escaping between parted lips. “couldn’t sleep, i figured i’d go see what the loud noises was all about and just kind of..” raising both shoulders, a lazy shrug occurs in a wordless response. “got stuck here. i guess.” something sheepish presses against her lips. “reasons i will never host a party,” that being one reason among many for hunter, of course. “who knows, add it to the list of things i don’t understand about getting drunk and parties in general- or maybe just the whole generalization of what’s expected an adolescent should enjoy.” her words are complimented with a soft laugh afterward, as if to soften the spoken words; attempting for them to come across in a lot lighter, jokey manner.

“it’s really hard to escape this place,” milo agreed, fingers fumbling against the counter for a moment before he heaved himself up onto it. it was clumsy and uncoordinated, like most things milo did, but he eventually settled comfortably onto the plastic surface. “i’ve tried twice and somehow keep ending up back inside.” again, he nodded along with the points she made. “that’s a long list,” he breathed out a tiny giggle, resting his chin on his knee. “cleaning up vomit and feeling gross when you wake up and engaging in conversations you don’t want to be in- not this one! i mean all night people have been talking to me when i wish they wouldn’t have- parties kind of suck. i don’t know why jamison likes them so much- oh.” he cleared his throat, “anyone likes them so much. they don’t seem worth it.”

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latkinsx:

Not sure if it was due to the booze or the joint she had just smoked but the female was slightly confused. “No, No you didn’t interrupt anything.” She reassured the male, taking her time in trying to assess his words. “Um, well I’m sorry I was in the way?” The apologized, though it came out as more of a question than an apology. “But nope, not a criminal. Just a casual party-goer. I.. I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met but I have seen you around. I’m Laila.” She offered him a smile.

her confusion was only fueling his own self-hatred and awkwardness, and milo was sure if he his face got any warmer he was going to catch on fire. “you weren’t in the way!” he hurriedly tried to reassure, pressing one hand against his forehead. “i was just, actually, nevermind.” he couldn’t embarrass himself if he simply didn’t respond, he figured, giving a quick shake of his head. “i’m milo. we haven't met. i also don’t think i’ve seen you- but that’s probably not your fault. i just don’t go out much, not around the apartment anyway.”

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hunterlockwood:

her head bobbed, understandingly so as the blonde male spoke. “i do,” as if his words had reminded her of the crowd the two anxious-ridden youths were stuck in the midst of, the brunette raises her gaze to scan over the crowd of adolescence with the hints of an unimpressed expression against her features. though, milo was quick to grab her attention when he began to speak once more, nose crinkling once more as a look of disgust overcame her. “my god,” she curses, an image only too clear in her mind. “that’s so disgusting, i pity the girls who will have to clean up this mess tomorrow. i know i certainly would not be up for cleaning up someone else’s throw-up.”

“why are you even here?” the question came out harsher than he had meant it, and milo cringed. “i mean, like, this isn’t your place as much as it isn’t mine, and you look out of place, and i didn’t really think you to be someone to party-” milo cut himself off with another sheepish smile, not too worried about embarrassing himself for once. after all, he had grown up with hunter. if she couldn’t understand his awkward tenancies by now... “yeah, it was disgusting,” his nose crinkled, “i don’t know why anyone would wanna make themselves have to deal with other people’s vomit. what fun is this that makes that worth it?” 

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hunterlockwood:

“it was something to take interest in rather than the actual social gathering we’re stuck in the middle of?” hunter attempts to finish his sentence with, lips turned upward in a soft smile as she expresses so. really, she could only relate. “of course, i think i’ve just kind of taken it upon myself to stand here and warn everyone about the disgustingly back-washed drink.” as she confesses so, hazel eyes shift in the direction of said bottle, warranting a small crinkle of her nose in the process. “plus, it seems to be the quietest corner of this mess right now, or as far as i’m aware of.”

a small, sheepish smile broke out on milo’s face as hunter finished his sentence for him, and he ran his hand down his arm. “yeah,” he breathed out, nodding in agreement, “it was there and it isn’t a person- which there are a lot here, and... you get it,” he brushed off the end of his sentence with a shrug, knowing that hunter could probably fill in the missing pieces. when she started talking, he raised his eyes from intently studying his untied sneakers and instead found himself nodding along. “there was a pretty quiet corner over there where i was sitting, but then someone started throwing up everywhere and i didn’t want to deal with that,” he admitted, waving vaguely behind him.

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“i- i’m sorry,” milo sputtered out, his hands flying out in surrender. “i just wanted to know if that was your apartment, and you could get into trouble, and i don’t think anybody wants the cops here. i mean i wouldn’t care, but you, or anyone else...” taking a step back, milo inhaled shakily and averted his eyes to the floor. ”i’m sorry!”

“i don’t care,” she spit. “i know i’m breaking into private property and i could be sued or arrested for it,” she said, already twisting the skeleton key into the door lock. “but this is important. it’s my job.” emphasis on the last word – it was her life. “someone hired me to do this – do you really think those cameras would work during daytime? of course not.”

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fmloliver:

oliver song needed a breather. this tiny apartment was not meant for the seemingly infinite number of people in it. perhaps it was because he was a little over tipsy but whatever the case, he needed to chill out. he used the ends of his shirt to dab the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the wall. he felt the vibration of the music on the wall and hoped that their next door neighbor was in this party. he looked around the crowded room and his eyes locked onto eyes that were looking at him. oliver looked around but the boy didn’t defer his eyeline. oliver awkwardly waved at hm because he was sure he’s never seen him before. the boy didn’t answer until he was blabbing on and on about not staring but looking but all oliver could thing was isn’t that the same thing? oliver waved at him, gesturing him to not think too much about it. “hey, hey, it’s cool! you look like this isn’t your scene so i get that you got spaced out. i’m gonna get some air, do you want to join me?” he asked, the heat of the room not getting any better. “i’m oliver, by the way. not some creep, i promise.”

the longer he rattled on about staring, the more heated he could feel his face getting. he was internally kicking himself for being such a blundering creepy idiot, drawing unnecessary attention to himself because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. reaching up, he briefly pressed his hands against his face in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, before falling silent as the person he had just awkwardly engaged in conversation responded in a way that was for more charismatic than milo could hope to be. he opened his mouth, and at first his voice didn’t work, until he agreed to the offer in a squeaky pitched tone. “yeah,” he squeaked, before clearing his throat and trying again. “yeah, um, thanks,” milo was trying to match the strangers confidence, but his voice still shook as he wrapped his arms around himself. “everything in here is hot and stiff and hard to breathe- yeah, air would be great. wonderful.” raising his hand, he gestured wildly over his shoulder, before steadily coming to the conclusion the door was the other way and throwing his fingers out in the proper direction. “oliver,” he repeated, before pausing, “i mean that’s your name. and you knew that. i’m milo.” 

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latkinsx:

Laila didn’t need an excuse to drink. In fact, these past few weeks she had been intoxicated more often than she had been sober; that, however, was something she wouldn’t admit to herself let alone out loud. This party had turned into just that, an excuse to drink. An excuse to wash her pain down with whatever liquor was handed to her. “Pardon?” She questioned upon realizing that somebody was speaking to her, her brows pulling together as she tried to make sense of their words. “Oh, no.” She finally said, shaking her head slightly. “I hadn’t even noticed you looking, I suppose I was a tad bit lost in my thoughts. Sorry.”

good job milo, she wasn’t even paying attention and now you’ve made a fool of yourself. his lips parted and his tongue swiped nervously over his lower lip as he struggled over another apology. “did i interrupt something? that was stupid, i’m sorry,” he shook his head violently, sinking further back in his seat and pulling his legs in towards his chest, “you were just there, in the way, and some people get mad when you stare at them for too long, especially places like this. maybe you were a criminal? safety measures,” he swallowed roughly, cutting himself off with a small shrug and another mumbled apology.

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almost as delicately as milo picked up the bottle, he placed it back down, retracting his hand slowly. there was a second when the person first spoke to him that milo tensed, unable to distinguish the voice, but he eased up as he recognized the face it belonged too. “i wasn’t-” he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “i wasn’t going to drink from it. i was just.. curious, i guess. it was right there and in front of me and you know.” a vague shrug followed his words. “thanks for the warning anyway.”

“i wouldn’t drink that if i were you,” words tumble from her lips quickly as she notices someone picking up a bottle of vodka that had been sat upon the counter-top. a single slender hand having withdrawn from the plastic cup between her fingertips in order to extend it toward the person, waving it dismissively toward the bottle. “it might LOOK harmless, but i just witness a guy take a drink from that very bottle— and i also watched as he spluttered it back out all over himself and unfortunately, back into that same bottle.” 

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somehow, milo had ended up trapped in a conversation about java script, which he understood none of, yet he was nodding along like it made tons of sense. it make so little sense, that milo didn’t even register completely when his companion had stopped talking, leaving a period of awkward silence between the two. when it clicked, milo almost jolted upright in an attempt to seem interested all over again. “oh, yeah. java script- and viruses- and... yeah. wow.” he dragged his words out with an eager nod, which slowly halted as he realized he had nothing more to add. “it’s fine. you can keep talking about the.. the computer-y stuff, with the picture eating, if you want. there’s nothing better to talk about, really.” 

after having a few drinks to make himself feel more at ease in the new environment zac had begun rambling on about something he found very interesting. “and i ended up making this huge loop in java script, that nearly broke this dudes computer completely. like it was actually eating this guys files and then it hit me as i sat there watching this dude’s pictures get eaten at age 10, so that’s how to make a virus- i’m sorry that probably was not really good party talk.” a blush crept to his face.

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milo opened his mouth to protest- again- while ava was shoving the shot glass towards him, ( it was dangerously close to spilling everywhere. ) “i can’t!” there was a lengthy period of silence while he tried to come up with a reason, “i’m... i’m underage.” 

“ SHOTS ! ” AVA EXCLAIMED, nudging the other with her elbow - nearly spilling the small glass of amber liquid onto the floor, “and no, before you even try to protest - you’re not getting out of this. you need to catch up. here ! ” a lopsided grin appeared on her face as she forced the glass onto the other – she was BUZZED - definitely buzzed.