#miamurray

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @miamurray

of all the drinks that had to lunge at the poor blonde,   it had to be a sticky strawberry dackery?  sid’s cocktail glass now miserably empty,  her features go from happy-go-lucky to complete defense mode in a matter of seconds.  the perpetrator?   scurrying away like a disobedient dog after slamming into sid and causing this scene.   “  hey ASSHOLE,  yeah,  FUCK YOU too !  “  burning is that urge to run after him  &.  deal consequence,  but that’s a younger,  less wise version of the sydney in front of them.  instead,  after flicking the rest of her drink at the retreating man in petty revenge,   the reformed woman faces the damage.       “  babe,  i’m SO fucking sorry.   here,  come with me,  we’ll sort you out,  “  hand on her back en route to the bathroom,  sid offers plenty of chance for the woman to tell her where to shove it.

[spencerwyatt]

A STARTER FOR: @miamurray​​ WHERE: the maricopia fair WHEN: one of the days, where like... it’s nice weather idk lmao

      It was hot, Wyatt overdressed with a flannel covering the oversized tank top underneath, jeans, and a pair of boots of all things. His normal. When he’d seen the beverage tickets, and the cart, it hadn’t taken him long to drag himself over there, cash in hand, ready to hand it to whoever it needed to be handed to. Truthfully, he wanted a fucking ice cold beer, but the over-sweetened, overpriced lemonade would have to do. Two, actually. One for him, one for Mia. “Here.” He muttered, holding the drink out for the woman, making a face of his own once he finally took a sip. “Beer garden next time, yeah? None of this shit.”