matthewcraig replied to your post: 　

kEEP HER OPMG UIFSHIUDHFDF NO NO NO NONSDON

she’ll be different when she’s back. dun dun dun. btw I play Violet, but I think I told  you that already.

nathanmeyer:

She amused him, no doubt, her joy towards her actions infectious in its own right. To see that sort of passion inhabited in a person was a refreshing sort of change, he thought – until she stopped at the realization that he was there.

Her displeasure was more than clear and the fact that she probably wanted him to leave even more so but Nate always had to have the last laugh. He really wasn’t up to making nice with anyone and his annoying prat was coming out to play. He gave her another sharp grin and raised the bottle in acknowledgement, curious to see her reaction.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask some sort of redundant, slap earning question, the lights cut out.

Must be the storm, the rational part of his mind told him but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from choking out a laugh at the fact, slowly evolving into a rasping wheeze of chuckling as he continued to lean against the frame of the door. What a sight, what a sound, that must have been. Hilarity was easy to come by these days, laughter and hysterics a simple fix to any depressing mood – just the sheer stupidity of the situation made it none the worse.

When he decided to stop (and eventually, he did), regaining his bearings as if nothing had even happened, dignity never lost. He was still amused but too far gone to care, voice tinged with something more than nonchalance - “Good morning, Reza.”

He irritated her, and the stupid prick was probably doing it on purpose too. Under normal conditions, Reza would have found his behaviour entertaining enough and would have soon found herself in bed with him. At least that’s how a lot of her nights ended up, she didn’t care about the who, when or where. Sex was just a form of releasing her pent up frustration at the end of the day, and it worked like a charm. 

Nathan on the other hand, was related to her thanks to her dad who only cared enough to fuck, make a mess and leave. To be honest, she’d be much happier never having to see Nathan again. Or anyone else in this supposed ‘family’ of hers here. “You’re drunk”she stated the obvious. Her eyes shifting around the room swiftly to scope out what was in arms length for her to throw at him. A brown sweater that had been abandoned here for weeks with holes and missing buttons, nope. A few CD cases with CD’s in them, hmmm, possible. Turning her attention towards him once more she decided there was really nothing strong enough to throw at him.

“Go the fuck away”she spat bitterly just as the lights went out. Fuck Zeus, fuck him and his holy shitty weather. Fuck him and his way of finding yet another way to ruin her day. “In case you’re blind we’re standing here in the darkness. So unless you have some source of light to offer, go away.” Using the light from her phone she tried to pack up her things so she could get the hell away from here. 

nathanmeyer:

Up the steps he went, down the hall he trudged – there was a hollow watery sound as he took a swallow, another, of the bitter rum. He sniffed at the air, whether to clear his nose or to seem even more like a heathen, who knew – he felt the music before he heard it though, fast beats vibrating through the floor as he neared the dance studio.

He gave a wolfish grin as he heard the song – that Spanish tango reminded him of a pretty young thing he had met weeks before – touchy, feisty, and she loved to dance. Whatever was her name again? Reza, right, Reza.

Nathan acted as if he had changed from old ways, old ways of getting so drunk his head felt like it was pounding past midnight, old ways of getting so wild that he could hardly remember two nights before, old ways of one night stands and heartless words.

Old ways, reckless ways.

And now he was falling back to them, slowly but surely he was.

He took a glance inside, that smile could not have gotten wider from what he saw – sure enough Teresa, Reza, was dancing up a storm, focused more on her actions then her audience. Tipping his head, he took another swig, more content to watch than to put in the effort to do anything else.

The rhythm and beat of the music echoing loudly in the studio, was no match for the loud beating of Reza’s heart strumming in her chest. Her body was in complete sync with the music, and her smile and laughter an unusual yet delightful appearance to any onlooker. She was so lost in the movements and occupying the space around her that she hadn’t noticed her single audience lurking by the doorway. 

There were a few mirrors around, every time she caught her reflection in one she would wink at herself completely immersed in enjoying herself. Just as her hands were sliding smoothly down the middle and side of her chest, caressing and moving with the music, Reza turned around only to be caught completely off guard. 

Standing there with a goofy smile was her ‘half-brother’ Nathan. Not that she would ever tell him they were related. Chris had found out and gone all ‘family happy’ on her. No way was she making that mistake again. She didn’t need strangers claiming to be her family trying to get closer to her. She just didn’t need them. Not at all. 

Stopping abruptly, hands at her side and eyes wide open, she wondered how long he had been there. Without a word, she walked over to where the music was coming from and turned it off. Crossing her arms, and tapping her feet impatiently hoping he would get the message and leave. He had just single handedly ruined her great mood and one of the only things in life that gave her pure bliss.