They didn’t call me a playboy for nothing.

Summer hooked her elbows over the railing, looking down at the ice rink at Rockefeller Plaza. It was busy enough, swirling with people bundled in coats and scarves, gloves and hats. She leaned back on her heels a little, rocking in time to the music in her earbuds, singing softly under her breath. Her long braids shone copper-bright in the westering sunlight against grey wool, wrapped loosely about her petite figure.
She grinned at the person next her, feeling good and wanting to share it.
I can’t walk through life
facing backwards
I have tried
tried more than once
to just make sure
that I was denied
the future I’ve been searching for
I spun around
and hurt no more

You guys don’t mind us using petnames, right?
Because the Mun and I are just like that.
Sorry if you’ve been passive aggressive about the whole thing and secretly hate us over it. Wasn’t our intention.
You haven’t found one for me yet; it’s the other way round.

I have a bottle of brandy and not a single person to share it with.
Drinking alone is never fun, folks.
I’m not really a drinker … but I’ll keep you company if you like.
One glass *he chuckled, swirling the alcohol*
Welllllll … okay. I promise, it’s not anything, you know, uptight. I just don’t like the way most alcohol tastes.
Neither do I *he replied, making a face at his drink, before looking at the plant beside him and dumping it out* Rum and Coke isn’t that bad, though.
Rather have amaretto. *giggles* Shouldn’t you have given that to Tony? You probably just killed that poor plant. Silly Antosha.
I have a bottle of brandy and not a single person to share it with.
Drinking alone is never fun, folks.
I’m not really a drinker … but I’ll keep you company if you like.
One glass *he chuckled, swirling the alcohol*
Welllllll … okay. I promise, it’s not anything, you know, uptight. I just don’t like the way most alcohol tastes.
I have a bottle of brandy and not a single person to share it with.
Drinking alone is never fun, folks.
I’m not really a drinker … but I’ll keep you company if you like.
Anthony, why do you have to be so damned atractive?
I would like to know this answer too please.
it’s really bad tonight. i’m cold and i can’t get warm, the fire won’t light no matter what we do. i tried to roleplay bit all my asks just vanished. it’s stupid for that to hurt but it does. i have to keep reminding myself i’m not being ignored on purpose. i have to keep repeating that it’s okay. that i have friends, that people care, that i don’t need to beg for attention.
it’s stupid for me to be sitting here crying over noting at all — i got a lot done today. i haven’t eaten bit that’s all. i’ve emailed a lot of people about catering, and got some calls back, and updated my mom, and bathed, and and and
and that’s a lot for me.
i shouldnt be this far down, this is just one of those days when the tiniest things overset, weigh so much more. and feeling like i’m not able to roleplay because people aren’t respinding is grindingly painful for me. i can’t explain it its just there.
ill be okay i promise. one breath at a time, its just hard right now and i needed to write it out
It was exciting, but also a little frightening, having her boyfriend wholly under her control. Summer let go the leash to circle Anthony, trailing her nails along his neck and ruffling up his hair. “I love you so much,” she murmured, taking the end of her long braid and lashing his back with it. “Take your shirt off for me, Antosha, please.”
One day my asks will go through properly.