#link09

[mari-zuko]

who: @ironlvngs when: the weekend after the 13th where: wherever makes sense for linky poo

Mari was hungover from having gone out the night before, losing her sobriety because it had felt like the only other option was losing her mind. And for a minuted, it had helped, her thoughts no longer spiraling solely around Greer and her fate. But crawling back to a clear mind was harder than normal, every minute seeming to bring a new panic pounding through her with each pulse of her throbbing headache. And of course, she had no such luck of being able to just stay under the covers that day, which had been terrible planning on her part. She had to put a face on, pretend she was okay, pretend she was normal. The very thought had her ducking around a corner in the mostly quiet building as she made her way towards the appointed meeting spot her father had commanded she be at (blah blah something about needing to put on a good public show before he had declared they should get lunch that weekend), her back leaned against the wall, hand pressed to her chest as she tried to take in a breath, the effort only making it harder for her. Her inhales were sharp, their speed increasing when she heard footsteps approaching, Mari half hunched over as she tried to straighten up, to pull herself together, only resulting in her undeniably looking like more of a mess as they rounded the corner.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @ironlvngs when: mid-day, jacqui's birthday where: inked in red

The bell on the door tinkled as Jacqui swung it open, the sight of Link behind the counter causing a smile to spread across their face as they slide their sunglasses from their nose to the top of their head. "Hi!" they greeted with a bright wave, approaching him as their smile only widened. "If I remember correctly, I think I saw some sort of advertisement for a birthday tattoo deal." Had they? Absolutely not. But Link had said they wanted to tattoo them some point last year, and what better occasion?

[ash-morse]

who: @ironlvngs when: shortly after they got there where: the warehouse rave

It was safe to say Coco was not having a good night. He didn't even want to go to this rave, which was off for him - usually he was down for any type of large social gathering, any sort of party. Even more so when it involved dancing.

And drinking.

And more so recently, drugs.

But anyways.

He had gotten away from Ollie as quickly as he could after G's ill fated attempt at match making, mirrored sunglasses still over his face, though his hat had been spun around backwards at some point, weaving through the crowd as he looked for someone. Anyone, really. That would at least make him feel better than the interaction with Ollie had. Sucked when one of the reliable dealers on campus hated you. Sucked even more when the other one was the first one's fucking boyfriend.

Court nearly had to do a double take when he saw Link, not expecting them to be at the rave, but his mood immediately brightened across his face when he saw them. At least they were, like...on good terms again? He thought? It seemed like they were at least. He reached out, grabbing Link's upper arm and tugging him towards him, so they were standing chest to chest. Easier to hear each other over their raving compatriots that way. "Hi," Court said, a smile playing across his lips. "Wanna get high with me?" he asked, leaning in to murmur the question into Link's ear.