#rustyparker

[liraspins]

🧶 your dialogues are as if real people were talking to each other 💎 you perfectly portray the mind and thoughts of your characters 🧩 adore how you connect different threads together 💐 love your female characters and what they are like 🎵 specific songs remind me of your stories !!!!!!

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:: aayyy thank you!!! it really helps that I have so much fun with Tylio and Lira :p I got to explore her character with you in a very sweet and unexpected way <3 sometimes I'm scared that I bring too much music into my writing, but I just have to. In my mind it's all just like a very detailed screenplay and there has to be fitting music!! now let me give you a virtual hug...

[mysteriousxgirls]

Selene felt the tension in the air shift as Russ’s surprised expression washed over her. A flicker of hope ignited in the depths of her heart, but it was quickly tempered by the weight of their reality. She didn’t need to look at his phone; she knew what lay behind that screen—girls, messages from dealers, promises of what would never change. Instead, she handed it back to him without hesitation, a silent acknowledgment that some things were better left unseen.

“Here,” she said as she handed his phone back, her voice steady, as she then bent down to pick up the clothes he had carelessly thrown on the floor. Each item felt heavy in her hands, a reminder of the chaos they had navigated together. The familiarity of their surroundings clung to her, but so did the resolve to move forward. “Yeah,” she replied, her voice steady but soft. “Let’s go. We both need a change of scenery.” She wasn’t ready to believe in a future yet, not entirely; too many past promises lay shattered in her mind. Still, the idea of leaving their familiar confines—if only for a moment—felt liberating.

She continued to work, not wanting to dwell on the anger or the sadness that could easily seep in. “But this isn’t just a getaway, Russ. We can’t pretend things are fine. I need to see real effort from you. No more hiding, no more excuses. If we’re going, it has to be with intention.” With the last piece of clothing in her arms, she stood up and faced him. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. I don’t expect miracles, but we have to face what’s ahead together.” She took a slow breath, grounding herself in the moment. “If you truly want this to work, let’s make a plan while we’re away. Let’s focus on what comes next.”

Selene met his eyes, her expression resolute. “So, let’s pack. This trip isn’t just an escape; it’s about moving towards something better.” With that, she began to head back to the bedroom to pack her things together.

You think telling me you're getting help makes it all better?

He knew the answer was supposed to be "no" when she asked him that. But wasn't it? He had told people this before and sometimes it worked. Only for a little while. She was making it clear though that this time, that promise alone wasn't gonna cut it. She even called him out on having used this same excuse before. It pissed him off, but at the same time he knew it was true. This shit was exhausting for him too. He sighed, tired of hearing about his own mistakes. He thought she was about to tell him again how this was just a lie from him, maybe threaten to leave again. But then she surprised him when she actually agreed to go with him on that trip.

"Wait...for real?", he asked, a feeling of slight relief suddenly coming over him. Maybe there was still a chance. Maybe it was only one in a fucking thousand, but that was better than no chance at all, of them making it work. "Sure, yeah, of course. We'll see what happens, no pressure. I mean, I guess some pressure for me", he joked, because he knew that this was not gonna be easy. The cheating was not the most difficult part. It was the drugs. Every stupid decision he made, he usually did it under the influence of something. The solution seemed simple: stop using. But it really wasn't that simple at all.

Although he had lied before, there were also plenty of times where he had genuinely tried to get sober. He would quit for a couple days and at first, things would go relatively well but then the withdrawals would kick in. Fucking hell, the withdrawals...it was like being on fire. For hours. Every nerve ending in his body, fried. No sleep. No appetite. Anxiety to the max. She had no idea what it was like, she couldn't understand. At least that was what Russ always told himself, she just didn't get it. Maybe he should try again. Get into one of those fucking programs. It seemed to be the only option, if he wanted to make this work. And he did want to. He also knew deep down, he would be much more successful if he could stay sober. In that moment, as his gaze drifted past the clothes on the floor, he made a promise to himself to sign up for one of those programs tonight. And to attend one of the meetings, as soon as they were back from their trip.

"Aight, let's pack our shit and leave tonight, yeah? I don't wanna be here anymore and we both need a break." He almost reached for his phone, only to remember he handed it over to her seconds ago. "Oh, shit, right...just lemme know when you're done with that so I can book us a motel."

[septembaer]

Since I have an exam tomorrow I'm fully procrastinating with this :) A 'clean' version and, just because I had to giggle at the idea, a more sribbly version. @rustyparker is the exact opposite of how I usually draw humans so he turned out looking like handsome squidward lmao. I struggled haha.

Lira & Rusty showing up at Tylio's door at 4am :p

[mcturethemes]

tw dr.ug use and mature themes. closed starter for @rustyparker​

the slow spiral out of sobriety started out harmless. some shots with a few regulars here and there. eventually she was planning what after parties she’d be attending before going home in the early hours of the morning. she had managed to attend 3 that week without rusty catching on. maybe she wasn’t going to get caught this time. her head was down, rolled bill up her nose, and she was inhaling at least .3 grams of powder right up her nose. “shit -- that’s good!” she exclaimed, whipping her head up to look at the ceiling. when her gaze was brought forward again and she registered who was standing in the door of the bedroom she froze before her spine straightened. “shit -- not good.”

[kctabasis]

"ah the name makes a lot more sense." she grinned. "i do like the name russell but rusty suits you." mia shifted a bit on her seat to try and get more comfortable, despite the thick atmosphere of the air she felt like the two of them were in their own little world right at the bar. considering the last few guys who she'd met in this exact same way were either complete weirdos or gave her a really creepy vibe so the relaxed mood she had made this feel like she'd known him for a while despite it being their first meeting. "Ooo good question, I try to give everything a try at least once." she tilted her head towards the speakers as if i would help her hear the music better before giving him a small shrug. "it's not really my cup of tea. my parents were huge classic rock fans so i was more raised on that, despite the fact that i look like i'd listen to something a little easier on the ears." she said, laughing as she spoke. "and, i'm just spit balling here, i'm going to assume you don't listen to this kind of music either?"

"It's short for Russell. But I dunno, my friends always call me Rusty, it's stuck with me", he shrugged, grinning back at her when she revealed her own name too. "Pleasure's all mine." He really meant it too, because his night had been very boring until he saw her. "So Mia, what kinda music you into? That ain't a pickup line, don't worry." Although it was usually the first thing he asked since making music was his main interest. That, and heavy drugs. But he'd found out the hard way that that was not a good conversation starter. "Do you like what they're playin' in here?" This one was sort of a test. The music in here was very different from his own, much slower than most of his songs, and he was trying to gauge where her preferences lay.

[marimelwrites]

@rustyparker - continued from your reply to this starter here!

Emery could tell from the moment that Russ began speaking, that he didn't believe what she had said to him. Despite the guilt she felt at the fact that she was starting to have that flight instinct, that instinct to protect herself before she ended up hurt, she still felt a hint of annoyance at his tone with her. Hearing him demand that she hand over her phones, both her personal, and her work phones made her want to protest. However, Emery had nothing to hide. If he was looking for some proof of her cheating, there wouldn't be any because she wasn't doing that. It was simply her internal clock telling her it was time to get out of this relationship to safeguard her heart.

With a heavy sigh of annoyance, Emery handed him her phones, "There, are you happy now?" She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him, "What do you want with my phones anyway?"

[pomeqraniqht]

△ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead. @rustyparker​

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In life we are all touched by death at one point or another, the loss of a friend, a pet, a parent, or even witnessing a fatal event. We are all touched by death. Sofia had thought that death had stopped touching her, at least for a while. But then she met a boy who pulled her into a whirlwind of a romance... and now he was dead. Sofia saw the news and she recognized Rusty’s car immediately. They’d been fighting and horrible things had been said, especially on her part. She’d told him she had wished they never met. Sofia had said this because at least if they never met she wouldn’t feel so strongly for him and they wouldn’t be fighting. So he left for the night and apparently had gone out with his friends partying. She’d sent him texts apologizing, the two had been on and off fighting since she told him she went for coffee with Benji. But if she hadn’t Benji would’ve put Rusty in jail.. but now Rusty was dead. She tried calling everyone she could think of, but no one knew the answer. She even tried the hospital but she was told no information could be leaked, just that both drivers didn’t make it.. Her wild romance died before they could even truly live and it killed her. Sofia sat numb on the floor of her apartment for hours. She kept calling his phone and it would go right to voicemail. Texts, no response. He died. Her boyfriend died in a car accident because of her. They’d been fighting, he left, went partying.. and now he was dead. “Oh my god..” The sobs that came from her would’ve broken anyone’s heart. 

It was nine in the morning and Sofia hadn’t slept she had called the family she was supposed to be babysitting for and canceled. She explained someone died.. and that was it. She forced herself to make something to eat since she was shaking but one bite and she was hurling into the bin. There was a knock at her door and Sofia forced herself to walk over and she staggered back because... A 6′4 angel covered in dark ink, stood in her doorway and she gasped. “Rusty?!” Sofia whispered in a soft voice and before she could think she jumped at him, the tiny blonde wrapped her arms around him and she sobbed as she cried into his chest. “Oh my god... thank god..” She cried. He was alive. He wasn’t dead... he was alive. She didn’t lose another person. She didn’t lose someone else that she l.. “I thought you were dead!” She sobbed. “What happened?!”

[brokenxclock]

closed starter for @rustyparker​

“Truth or dare,” Isadora murmured, the bottle of whiskey they were sharing at Isa’s apartment half empty. She swallowed a large sip of whiskey before passing it over to Rusty, letting the alcohol burn down her throat. Isadora was relentless at truth and dare. She’d choose the worst dares for you and laugh the whole time you’re doing them. The two of them were sitting on the couch of Isadora’s apartment with a blanket draped over them for comfort. It was the kind of thing Isadora didn’t normally do--just hang around her apartment. She often felt restless and needed to go for a drive or something. But with Rusty, he was one of her best friends, and was great company. Not to mention she was heavily tipsy. 

[sweetsirenitas]

Alexis was done being talked down to by him. She had been his fan, and had liked his music. But if he couldn't handle the game he shouldn't have been playing. His next jabs while cruel just made her annoyed above anything else. "I'm sorry do you think I should feel bad because I'm pretty? Because people want to be around me?" It would have been funny if he wasn't so full of such venom and resentment. "And I'm just wondering does this make you feel better? Trying to make me feel small or bad about myself for getting that money?" Alex kept her tone cool and even now, especially since escalating things wasn't going anywhere. "Listen to yourself! If we were snakes what does that make you? A mouse?"

The more she snapped at him, the angrier he felt. It felt like she was just rubbing her victory in his face. And besides, he did hate losing. Especially this much money. Half a million. That would have lasted him and his coke habit at least half a year. "You seriously think you're so much fucking smarter than me? You didn't win 'cause you're so smart, you won 'cause half the people in that house wanna get in your pants." He was pretty sure most of the guys in the house had flirted with her at some point, including himself. Some of the girls too. He could never tell whether it was real though. Everything was so fake in that house, people switching on each other at the drop of a hat. "I coulda won, I made it to the top three. Too bad I was stuck with two snakes."

[brokenxclock]

closed starter @rustyparker​

Isadora downed her shot and set it at the bar before moving to the dance floor, pushing past bodies until she found a spot that wasn’t suffocating. Sometimes she had no problem feeling people around her, but other times she could be more of a loner. She was in actuality a loner, but it came out as outgoing a lot of the time which made little sense to her. She’d heard that MDMA was being passed around the club and tipsy, she made her way over to an attractive guy, tall, tattoos. Tonight she wanted to feel something. She just wanted to feel anything. “Hey,” she said towards the guy, a small smirk turning the corners of her lips. “You want to dance? I feel like maybe you could give me a good time but I could be way off,” she challenged with a smirk. 

[pomeqraniqht]

☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours. @rustyparker​

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Dynasty was the place that Sofia seemed to be frequenting lately and perhaps it had everything to do with a 6′4 heavily tattooed musician who made her forget her name entirely at times. However tonight the two of them were going out to a different spot in town, the local carnival. Games, treats, rides, music. It was honestly a fun little event and Sofia just wanted to enjoy some time with Rusty instead of the two of them having sex all of the time. Granted that didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking they might have a little fun making out in the tunnel of love. Which is why Sofia was waiting in line while Rusty went off to the men’s room. Sofia didn’t even see him at first but apparently he saw her, Benjamin. He’d been her boyfriend throughout college but he was kind of an asshole who ultimately broke up with her because he wanted to be able to sleep with another girl, who Sofia found out a few weeks later he’d already slept with before dumping her. But he was the first guy Sofia thought she loved so it had hurt. But she managed to shove that hurt into the darkest parts of her soul and moved on. So when he approached her Sofia offered a warm smile even though she didn’t care for him at all anymore. That was until they began talking and he told her how his dad had died and it made him realize how precious things in life were. It was a whole spiel that essentially was leading up to.. I want a second chance with you, I know I fucked things up but what are the odds we see each other here, tonight? “Benji..” Sofia was shaking her head no a blonde curl falling loose and he brushed it behind her ear. “Benji, wait.. now hang on.” She and Rusty were exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, things were still new but. “I’m seeing someone now.” Sofia announced softly and she frowned at the male. “You broke my heart...I’m sorry about your dad.” She understood that all too well and maybe that was why she leaned in when he touched her cheek. You might be seeing someone.. but I don’t see anyone here. Benji looked around and Sofia’s mouth turned down. “H-he went to the bathroom, he will be back any minute.” Sofia announced softly as she was challenged. Baby, I love you.. don’t you miss me? What’s this new guy got that I don’t? Sofia didn’t know how to answer that, well... she had one answer but it made her cheeks turn pink. “Look he’s a nice guy, okay. He treats me good.” Which was true, he wasn’t an asshole or anything.. he was nice to her and didn’t make comments about her stretch marks. Rather his tongue seemed to like them. “He also never cheated on me.” Sofia argued as she stepped back from Benji. “Like you did, so no, sorry.. I don’t miss you.” A part of her did, he was her first love but.. “At all.” She announced, but Benji was persistent. Then can we be friends at least? How ‘bout I buy you a cup of coffee tomorrow for lunch? You started working right? Sofia nodded. “Fine, a cup of coffee. As friends.” Sofia knew how hard it was to lose a parent. “Now get out of here.” She announced sharply and when Rusty came back she didn’t know what he saw or heard but she smiled up at him. “What happen, did you get lost?” She teased him before noticing something and she gasped. “Did you get a funnel cake without me?” Sofia leaned up on her toes to wipe the white powder from his mouth and she laughed. “Rude.” She teased. 

[pomeqraniqht]

@rustyparker​  Not an AU but I had another idea.

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Maybe she should’ve gone home when the crack of dawn happened and the sunlight awoke her in his apartment. Last night was a bit of a blur between hot sex in a bathroom, some drunk antics on the backseat of a cab, and then her being pinned to practically every surface in his apartment. But Sofia was hungry and hungover, so she did what she usually did.. The naked blonde abandoned the mattress on the floor to raid his kitchen and when she found a box of pancake mix, a stick of butter, and a skillet.. she went to work. Soon the place smelled of buttery deliciousness as she began the first batch of pancakes, yes, maybe it wasn’t ideal to stay in the apartment of a man who you met by fucking in a bathroom like some party whore.. Which Sofia certainly wasn’t. Last night was just a bit of fun and yet.. now here she was hungover in a strangers kitchen, naked.. and when he walked in she offered a sheepish smile as she flipped the first batch onto a place. “Um...morning. I hope you like pancakes.”

[pomeqraniqht]

send me  🍹 for a short fanfic/headcanon of our muses @rustyparker -

No. 1:

     Sofia didn’t know what to do honestly she felt horrible and honestly it was one of the worst periods of her life. Cramps, bloating, her breasts hurt, she had a headache... every girl has experienced that one horrible period where she got all of the symptoms at once. But did it have to be on the night when she and Rusty were supposed to go out and see a movie together? She felt horrible she had to cancel on him via text saying she was sick... but when he called her and demanded to know what was wrong her hormones had her sobbing she got her period and felt horrible. Rusty sounded fine but... he had hung up and honestly Sofia didn’t have the energy to argue. They were dating, he could be informed about her menstrual cycle. He was literally on a first-name basis with her vagina but whatever boys got weird with bleeding apparently. Or at least that was what she thought until someone decided to ring her doorbell. She was in her sweats, fluffy house slippers, and watching Bridget Jones’ diary on Netflix as she went to answer the door. Oh! Did she forget to mention she was breaking out too? Yeah.. not a good time. At all. Feeling like death she finally answered the door and there stood a 6′4 Rusty Parker with two Target bags. One had snacks, midol, a hot water bottle, and chocolate. The other? Tampons and pads... what? “Rusty?” Sofia’s lower lip quivered as he pulled out a few movies he’d chosen, it seems that a period wasn’t going to stop them from having a movie night. It might just change the way they did it. It was ironic that he even chose the correct brand for her, U by Kotex... the excuse being? They were the only black box and he thought the design was cool... So the worst period of her life was comforted by an inked angel who decided not to be a stigma and go out to buy things to comfort his girlfriend. 

No. 2: 

     “I should go...right? He’s your daddy I should go see him.” It was three weeks since they took Rusty to the clinic and she felt horrible. She cried for days and now she was at a point she didn’t know what to do. He’d left her a few voicemails and honestly she felt horrible for not going up to visit him, instead she had her aunt go just to keep tabs on him and let him know that she and Baby R were okay... But she was having a bit of a break-down and venting to their baby about it. “But I’m so upset with him...or maybe I’m upset with myself. I put a lot of pressure on him..” She mumbled as she paced in her bedroom, his hoodie on her body covering both her and her baby bump. “A drug addict...I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.. god your mommy is an idiot.” She groaned as she sat on the bed, their bed. Her hand moved to her stomach and she sniffled. “I’m scared to see him, I’m scared to go and see your daddy like that... I don’t want to see him like that. Strung out and tweakin’.” She mumbled, using slang from South Park but still, she had gone online and done some research. “I also know if I go up there...it’s gonna ruin his recovery. He’ll want to come home.” Sofia closed her eyes as she inhaled slowly. “But I miss him, and I know you do too, you aren’t letting me sleep.” She smiled as she caressed her bump. “I love him...and he built your crib..I just..” Tears fell as she looked down and god she wished inked hands were on top of hers right now as she held her little baby. “Daddy needs us to be strong for him...he’s in more of a fragile state right now than we are.” That and if Sofia saw him she wasn’t sure if she’d yell, cry, or beg to stay with him. Isabelle had driven up today and... well impulse struck Sofia as she was putting her shoes on and was ready to drive up and see Rusty herself. But she stopped when she thought about what that might do to him, to them. Would he fight the orderly’s again to leave with her? She couldn’t risk it. “When we’re all stronger, we will be together again.. I promise.” With that she grabbed her laptop and crawled back up on the large california king bed. She went through her files and found what she wanted; videos of Rusty playing songs for her in that old apartment on his mattress. “You know.” She lightly tapped her baby bump. “I think you were made on that mattress.” 

No. 3

     “No, no, come on...please? It’s this new stuff I found at Marshall’s and it looks like so much fun and you were complaining about how dry your skin is!” Sofia whined and the tiny blonde pouted as she looked up at her boyfriend in her little kitchen. “Please? It’s only for fifteen minutes and then we put the moisturizer on when it’s done.” She decided to try another form of persuasion. “I’ll suck you off if you do it... talk about total relaxation.” She bit into her lower lip as her eyes darkened a bit. What? She wasn’t above bribery to get what she wanted besides she wanted to see if it would work! “Come on, please? No one is ever going to know and don’t act like it’s an insult to your manliness if you left your girlfriend put a face mask on you and do your skincare for the night.” A little hand moved over the front of his black jeans, eager fingers gently cupping his length hidden beneath his clothes as she whispered. “I’ll play some soothing music, I’ll bake you cookies, and I’ll give you a blow-job.” She teased. “What’ve you got to lose?” 

[pomeqraniqht]

♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. @rustyparker​

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Boyfriends are silly... Sofia had told her student this during recess because apparently 5th graders were dating, and a little girl had her heartbroken. Maybe boys were silly at all ages. The semester had started and Sofia was enjoying being a teacher to the younger crowd. It helped get her mind off of things, especially a man named Rusty Parker. Tensions were high lately as her ex-boyfriend was back in town, her boss was only a few years older than her, and it was a new relationship. Sofia didn’t know what to make of it and honestly maybe she and Rusty were only good for sating needs. He was a musician and she was a school-teacher...how would that ever work? The young teacher and her student were in her classroom, the two eating lunch and Sofia was consoling the sniffling little girl. “You’re young sweetie, someday you’ll meet a boy who makes your heart stop when you look at him, and he’s sweet, kind, loving..” Sofia looked down now, not aware someone was trespassing... Well the secretary didn’t question that Sofia ordered lunch and who could deny that charming smile? “You’ll find someone who will make you feel like the only girl in the world.” Sofia promised and laughed softly. Even if I have bangs and don’t have the shopkins lunchbox? “Yes. Believe it or not sometimes its a good thing to have differences, it means you have a lot to talk about.. Now. Why don’t you go to the girls room and clean your face. You don’t want the other girls to see you were crying.” She brushed the girls dark hair as she left and Sofia took a bite out of her sandwich thinking all was fine until she heard. Ms. Patterson? to which Sofia looked up and saw a sad puppy dog covered in tattoos. “It’s fine sweetie he’s my..” She smiled softly before looking at the little girl, Daphne. “He’s my friend.” She nodded and while Daphne went to go wash up she looked at Rusty. “What’re you doing here?” She asked him as she fixed her sweater, her glasses were on the desk and today’s lecture was on the board. She’d been avoiding him ever since their fight because she knew what would happen. He’d kiss her, say he was sorry and she’d apologize for even getting coffee with the guy and... they’d end up having mind-blowing sex. But the thing of it was.. “You can’t just show up at my job.” She scolded him at the sight of coffee and her favorite sandwich... Damn it. Sighing she leaned back on her desk. “I’m still angry with you. You had no right to punch him... you’re lucky I convinced him to drop the charges. What were you thinking?” She grumbled as she took the food from him. Dark blue eyes focused on his handsome face, sweet words graced her ear and she sighed heavily. “No it’s not okay...and I don’t know if I wanna forgive you. Matthew is my boss.. he’s going to be near me.” She reminded him. But.. “Look, okay. I accept your apology but it is not okay.” There was a comment about him being her ‘friend’ and she smiled. “I just got done telling her boys are silly because she got her heart broken for the first time.” Leaning into him her smile softened. “Boys are silly.” She teased and a soft giggle left her as he leaned down, however Daphne walked in and the little girl said. Wow.. Ms. Patterson he makes you look so tiny.. To which Sofia looked embarrassed as they were invaded on and she laughed. “Well he is quite tall.” Looking up at Rusty she caressed his cheek. “Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight? I’ll cook.” 

[liraspins]

The second he challenged her to a dance battle, her whole expression shifted—eyes narrowing, grin stretching mean and wild. “Oh, you’re on, Rustbucket,” she shouted back, knowing full well he wouldn’t catch it, but the energy translated anyway.

And then she brought it. Lira danced like someone who never planned to live past thirty. A flailing whirlwind of chaos and rhythm, all elbows and hair and stomps that somehow found the beat and wrecked it. She spun a circle around Rusty, flicking imaginary dust off her shoulder like she was too cool for gravity, then mockingly mimicked his terrible robot with an exaggerated slow-mo version—arms jerking with painful precision, tongue stuck out for emphasis.

She was laughing, full-throated and breathless and alive, and when the song shifted into that next one—Rusty's favorite, clearly—she didn’t even try to pretend she wasn’t into it. She screamed the chorus along with him, off-key and too loud, because who the fuck cared. They were right up front, they were vibrating, and her voice would be gone tomorrow. She smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand mid-song and leaned in to yell, “We're gonna be deaf by the age of thirty!” fully expecting a 'What?!' in return Lira definitely couldn’t hear whatever the hell Rusty was yelling about, but she could tell by the manic look in his eyes and the way he was pointing at the stage like he was discovering fire that it was either about lyrics or some guy’s mullet. Didn’t matter. She nodded like it was the most profound thing she’d ever heard, grabbed the last of her beer with her free hand, and downed it like a dare. "Sure, man!" she replied and threw herself into the crowd for another five to six songs before dancing her way out of the group of people. Her sides were stinging from the dancing and she needed a moment. Maybe a joint...The thought made her look for Rusty and when she met his eyes, she silently gestured smoking a joint, pinky out and everything. Wanna smoke with me? asked her face.

When she asked for two minutes, Russ used that time to look for a good dancing spot for them. Of course, Lira returned with beer. She never disappointed. "Oh hell yeah!", he grinned, gladly accepting the offer and chugging a few sips before she pulled him along. "Ay we gotta go over here, it's the best spot", he insisted, pulling her closer until they were right next to the massive speakers beneath the stage and he could feel the music in his bones. Literally. He raised his glass, banging his head, squeezing her hand as they started dancing. It was more like jumping, because he fucking loved this song. And the next. In fact, this whole album was fucking gold. The first couple minutes were spent finishing his beer but after that, he really got loose. Showcasing some of his newly acquired dance moves to Lira, because if there was anyone who could appreciate his skills it was her. He wasn't a great dancer, factually speaking, but he had spirit and that was the main thing. He could do a crip walk, kinda, and that usually got him pretty far.

"You wanna battle?!", he shouted at her above the music, gesturing along with his words because even with his voice raised, the music was blasting so loud everything else was basically white noise. He loved that too. Not being able to hear himself fucking think. Without waiting for an answer he started battling her, waving wildly with his arms in a way that would suggest he was trying to do the robot, except he had so much energy it was hard to get the movements precise enough for that. It was more like a robot, sped up times five. A fucking power android. He could feel another rush coming on as the band on stage moved on to their next song, one of his favorites. "Oh shit, listen, look, listen you gotta listen to this, these lyrics speak to my soul", he told her, but there was really no way for her to hear him. He pointed at the stage though, mouthing along with the words of the song. She would get it.

[pomeqraniqht]

😠 : an angry voicemail @rustyparker

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“No! I don’t think you get it at all! He is turning one! Russell! Our son is turning one next month and you’re going to miss his birthday?! All for what so you can go and play music for your groupies?! This is our family! I’m your wife! You can’t just keep calling me and leaving these horrible voicemails! Y’know I’m sick of having conversations with your voicemails too! Maybe you should just come home! God damn it! Just come home already! We miss you... damn it... Damn you... make sure you call before seven... Roman misses the lullabies you sing him.”