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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 7, 2020 16:26:26 GMT -5
renaissance hello there!i made a thread for us from your starter shop bc i like to keep things neati'll have a response up soon for the second plot on your page, with quinn? if that's okay with you c:
2. Quinn Miller always thought parties in the movies were exaggerated β they werenβt actually that crazy and there wasnβt really alcohol and dancing and music blasting. Still he was here at his first party, trying to squeeze his way through the crowd of dancing and yelling people, hardly able to hear over the sound of the song playing throughout the large house. βExcuse me, sorry.β He mumbled every time he bumped into somebody, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Finally, the young man made it outside, sighing as he ran a hand through his messy red curls and adjusted his gray button up shirt. He found himself in the back yard, where there were still some people hanging out but definitely not as many as inside. Much easier for him to handle. Shuffling his feet, Quinn leaned against the railing of the open porch and glanced around. He felt far to awkward to start a conversation and he was sure nobody wanted to engage with him, so he was doomed to stand in socially awkward silence. Probably until he had enough and decided to head home.
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 7, 2020 22:42:26 GMT -5
As was often the case at these things, Jetson Lambert found himself trailing after a friend. Sasha was living it up, there was no doubt, but she was headstrong to begin with. Add some questionable punch and she thought she was unstoppable. The slight girl bobbed and weaved through the crowd, which writhed like snakes as they danced to and fro. Sasha's braid was coming undone, he noticed, her hair flying, as he followed her, all the while trying to balance and protect the cup of water in his hands.
She swayed a bit as they left the living room, passing through the back room of the house and stumbling out onto the back porch. Jetson grabbed her arm and led her to the grass, where he sat her down and handed her the cup of water. She took it gratefully, probably not realizing what it was, and downed the contents in seconds.
"Thanks, I needed that," she said with surprising clarity, then immediately started giggling as she crinkled the plastic obnoxiously.
"Welcome. Now I think it's time to get you home," Jetson told her, shaking his head as she opened her mouth to protest. "Serious. It's late, and I have to get up for work, remember?"
Sasha huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and crushing the cup in half in her grip. "I don't wanna," she said stubbornly, pouting and making puppy-dog eyes at the same time.
"You look insane." Jetson glanced around the yard to see what his options were. He knew from personal experience that he would need help getting his friend back to his car. She was small, sure, but when she latched onto the ground, she was suddenly heavier and more difficult to move than he ever thought possible. There were nowhere near as many people out here, and none of them seemed sober enough to be on his side.
The back door slid open, spilling light onto the porch in a neat little square. A young man with red hair walked out, stopping to lean on the railing. He walked straight, and looked put-together enough for Jetson to think he would be a good candidate for making rational decisions. After telling Sasha to wait there (and she promptly flopped onto her back on the grass), he went over to the railing where the other boy stood, and gave a shy wave.
"Hi, uhm... I have an odd request. I need a hand with getting my friend home. She's over there." He pointed, embarrassed and fully aware of the strange situation. If the boy felt awkward and didn't want to help, Jetson wouldn't blame him. Maybe one of the other girls will help me.
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Post by renaissance on Sept 18, 2020 15:31:13 GMT -5
Coming here was turning out to be a pretty bad idea. He was tired and embarrassed and he felt so out of place. Quinn rubbed a hand lightly over his eyes, and was about to turn around to leave, but then he noticed someone was walking in his direction and he stopped. When the stranger spoke to him he threw a quick glance over his shoulder, making sure he wasn't actually talking to someone else, before his green eyes met the gaze of the other man. "Oh." His eyes followed where the man had pointed and for a second he felt a pang of worry, wondering if the girl was okay, but then realized that she was probably just tipsy. "Yeah, of course. I'll help you." He gave the other a friendly grin. The first time he'd been approached tonight and it was to help drag a girl home. He'd still take it over standing all lonely by himself. He followed the stranger across the lawn, heditating before speaking again. "I'm Quinn, by the way." They reached the man's friend and Quinn smiled awkwardly down at where she had flopped onto the grass. "Hi! Let me help you up." He offered as he extended a hand towards the girl. He glanced back up at the boy who'd asked for help. "Um, did you need a ride or something?" He offered with a smile.
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 23, 2020 12:42:20 GMT -5
[ no worries lol ]
At first, he thought the other boy was going to act like he hadn't heard Jetson. He glanced behind him, like he was going to turn around and ignore him, but then he made eye contact, and Jetson held his breath, waiting for an answer. The kid's thin frame was back-lit by the light from inside, but his face was hidden in shadow. "Of course I'll help you," he said. Jetson heard him smile, more than saw it, and he smiled back, waiting for him to come down the steps before leading the way back over to Sasha, who appeared to be star-gazing.
Jetson glanced sideways at his new acquaintance as he introduced himself. Quinn. He tried to place the name, tried to recall if he'd seen his face before, to no avail. "Jetson." He responded in kind as they stopped beside Sasha. Quinn reached a hand down to help her, and, as he thought she might, she reached up and swatted it away. "Nuh-uh! I don't know you!"
Jetson gave an apologetic look, biting his lip. "This is Quinn, he's my assistant for the evening. Getting you home. Say hi, Sasha."
"Hi, Sasha," she snorted, rolling over onto her stomach, limbs spread out like a starfish. Jetson sighed as if to say, 'see? This is what I have to deal with every time.'
"If we can each get a hand under her armpits, we can lift her. Just watch she doesn't kick you. She won't help by standing on her own, either." Jetson crouched down beside his friend, forcing his arm under hers, watching Quinn do the same, if a little more hesitantly. When he asked if they needed a ride, Jetson gave a sideways smile, but shook his head.
"Oh, no, I have a car, I just... need help getting her to it. And maybe getting her out of it. To her front door. Uhm... and into her bedroom without waking up her folks. Inevitably." Jetson blinked, uncertain how Quinn would react to this.
"I'm not asking you to do all that, I mean. Just to the car, if you don't mind."
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Post by renaissance on Sept 25, 2020 22:06:55 GMT -5
(( oops, how did i miss this? ))
Quinn took a quick step back when his hand was swatted away, a bit surprised at that response, but as he glanced at the boy - Jetson - and saw the apologetic look sent his way he felt himself relax. Besides, maybe Sasha was right to push him away - she didn't know him, like she said. Hi, Sasha.He stifled a laugh at her comical response as he watched her roll over. "Alright, sure." He said quickly as he heard his instructions, copying Jetson's movements to lift her off the grass. He moved hesitantly, not wanting to invade her space or make her feel uncomfortable with his touch, given the way she'd reacted to his hand earlier. Nonetheless they managed to lift her, Quinn being wary of her legs like the other boy warned. He definitely didn't want to be kicked. Starting their way around the house to where people had parked on the street, he shot a sideways glance at Jetson and as his new acquaintance explained what they needed to do to get Sasha safely to bed his eyes widened. He couldn't imagine sneaking into the house so he didn't wake his parents - how frightening. His folk wouldn't be pleased if he came home late and could hardly walk. "Wow, sounds like a challenge. Will be my first time sneaking someone into a home." He mused with a soft laugh. Just as he'd finished the other boy went on to say he wasn't going to ask him to do all that and his face turned bright red, quickly looking away. "Oh, alright!" He mumbled, embarrassed. They barely knew each other, of course it made sense that he would only ask his assistance to the car and not inside her house.
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 30, 2020 21:16:00 GMT -5
They took unstable step after unstable step, and Jetson was convinced more than once that they were about to topple over. Sasha was using the two boys as something of a swing-set, lifting her knees and yelling 'wheeeeeee!' as they lilted and tried to avoid collapsing under the sudden weight.
"Sasha, stop!" Jetson scolded her, just as Quinn was responding to his invitation to help him further than he might be willing to go. He glanced over at the other boy, just as surprised as Quinn probably was. He hadn't been expecting the guy to be so... okay with such an odd request. Jetson couldn't say he would blame him for declining. He knew it probably super common for people to be adept at sneaking into houses to put their friends to bed. Of all things to be doing.
They staggered from the yard to the curb, and Sasha put her feet down again, wiggling like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon. "Wait, I- well, if you're okay with helping me the rest of the way. I didn't think you would want to." He steered them in the direction of his vehicle, fumbling for his keys for a few seconds, yanking them from his pocket and unlocking the doors. Carefully balancing Sasha, with the skill of someone who'd practiced this many times before, he opened the back door.
With Quinn's help, Jetson shoved Sasha into the seat, and although she kept slumping down in the seat, he got the seat-belt over her and clicked it into place.
"Sheesh. It's like owning a toddler." As soon as the words left his mouth, he winced, biting his tongue. "Er- not owning. I meant having. Having a toddler."
Holding back a sigh, Jetson stopped and looked at Quinn again. "Are you sure you wanna go through with this?" Despite the serious questioning in his tone, he was evidently trying to hide the mischievous smile peeking through.
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Post by renaissance on Oct 1, 2020 20:34:13 GMT -5
Carrying Sasha to the car proved to be a hard task, but it seemed that Jetson had done it many times before and knew what he was doing. Quinn felt his face grow hot with embarrassment, worried that people were looking at the trio, but thankfully it didn't take long to reach the other boy's car. After managing to get her into the seat, Quinn did his best to hold her upright as Jetson clicked in the seat belt. "Take a nap, you'll be home before you know it!" He said softly to her as he hopped away from the car and turned his attention to Jetson. He couldn't help a little chuckle as his misuse of words - he knew what he meant anyway - and smiled a bit. It actually felt kind of fun dragging Sasha to the car, since he'd never done anything like it. Honestly, Quinn didn't have many friends to have fun with. As he was asked if he really wanted to come along, Quinn tried to hide the excitement. "Um, sure. I mean, if you think you need help. We barely got her to the car anyway, so I imagine it'll be hard to get her into the house, especially if you've got to be sneaky." He said, rambling a bit. He glanced back at the house, still bustling with partying people. He would love to get out of this place.
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Post by ππππππππ on Oct 11, 2020 17:31:36 GMT -5
[ sorry for delay, i was camping last week and i've been working this whole weekend! end me x.x ]
His smile grew, the more Quinn talked. Jetson nodded to show he agreed with everything the other boy was saying. It was indeed a feat to try and drag, or god forbid, carry Sasha up the stairs to her bedroom. "It's nearly impossible by myself. Honestly, I'm not sure if her parents are heavy sleepers, or if they already know and they just don't care." He shrugged, noting how Quinn looked back at the brightly lit house. Did he come alone?
"Come on, let's ditch this joint," he said, jingling his keys and cringing at how dorky he must have seemed. Climbing in the front seat, he waited for Quinn to shut the passenger side door before he started the car. He almost said 'safety first!' but thought better of it. Instead, as they pulled away, and Sasha groaned from the backseat, he bit his tongue, trying to think of something else to fill the silence with other than empty words.
"Do you go to these things often?" Classic. "Not to brag or anything, but I'm a frequent flyer by association. Almost every Friday night, at least. 'Cause of Sasha, obviously." He paused, sheepish. "But I don't remember seeing you at a party before." He probably has better things to do with his life than babysitting his thrill-seeking friends, he thought as he drove, eyes fixed on the road, though he was truly curious about Quinn.
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Post by renaissance on Oct 17, 2020 5:40:08 GMT -5
(( no problem, my activity is a little spotty rn bc of school ))
Quinn's face was burning so much he was sure his cheeks were the color of tomatoes, but a wide smile was plastered across his lips. This was for sure the most exciting thing that had happened to him probably all year. Let's ditch this joint. It sounded like a cliche line, but if anything it just made the boy more giddy as he hopped into the passenger seat of the car. He instantly reached for his seat belt and then stopped, wondering if the boy in the driver's seat would think it was uncool. Popular people didn't wear seat belts. But was it really cool to be unsafe? Fidgeting, he changed his mind and quickly clicked in the seat belt.
He glanced in the back a couple times to look at Sasha and make sure she was okay, although there wasn't much she could do while secured in the backseat. He looked back at Jetson as he spoke. "Oh, yeah." He wondered if he should lie and say he was a party animal, but that didn't seem right. He would definitely see right through him. He glanced briefly at Sasha then back at Jetson. "I mean, um, no. This was actually my first party." He quickly looked away. Wow, he goes out every weekend? How exciting, they must be having lots of fun. Why did he say this was his first one, how stupid! "I mean, besides um... kid birthday parties." He fell silent, mentally facepalming.
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Post by ππππππππ on Oct 18, 2020 21:39:59 GMT -5
[ lol no worries we are both heckin busy ]
It was sweet of him to keep checking on Sasha. Jetson found himself glancing over at their new friend, every time Quinn turned his head to look at her in the backseat. Sasha, however, didn't appreciate it as much. She didn't notice the first time he did it, too busy lolling her head around to look at the ceiling, the rear-view mirror, the windows. The second time Quinn looked back, she caught his eye and immediately bared her teeth, scowling. She even went so far as to make a small growling noise to scare him off.
Jetson rolled his eyes, about to tell her to be nice, when Quinn finally answered his question. It wasn't quite what he was expecting, but at the same time, he wasn't surprised. Jetson snorted at the other boy's miserable attempt at humor.
"You still go to kids' birthday parties?" He teased, knowing that wasn't what Quinn had really meant, but it made him laugh all the same. "Well I'm glad you came tonight. It probably wasn't everything you ever dreamed it would be. Is that why you were outside by yourself?"
Before the poor boy could answer, and maybe because Jetson was afraid the conversation would dwindle before long, he made a preemptive strike to keep it going. "What made you want to? Go to a party, I mean." He bit his lip as they took turn after turn through the winding suburbs en route to Sasha's house.
"Sorry. That was a lot of questions at once." I know I talk a lot.
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Post by renaissance on Nov 5, 2020 1:05:12 GMT -5
(( ππππππππ, sorry this took so long xp ))
Quinn laughed softly, grinning so hard it hurt. He really hoped he would be able to see Jasper and Sasha again sometime. Maybe the other boy would actually want to hang out with him after this? He really hoped so, he seemed like a fun guy to be around. And Quinn also desperately wanted some friends. He looked out the window as his new companion drove although he was still listening to what Jasper was saying of course, and looked back once he had finished. "It's okay!" He reassured him, maybe a little too eagerly, when the other had apologized for his assault of questions. "I guess outside wasn't as crazy as inside the house so I just stepped out to get away from all that... I don't know, all the people and noise." He hesitated before he answered the next question, wondering if it made him sound like a loser. "I was just tired of never having anything fun to do. I thought going to the party would help me meet some cool people. And I met you, so, maybe I did." He glanced away awkwardly as he added the last comment, hoping it wasn't too much.
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Post by ππππππππ on Dec 2, 2020 22:25:43 GMT -5
[ no worries lmao i took longer ]
A quiet laugh filled the car, barely louder than the rumbling of the tires and the wind tunneling by. Jetson was relieved that Quinn didn't seem to mind the barrage of questions. He nodded to show he understood what he meant. If Jetson had any say in the matter, he would rather be outside at every party. But Sasha was Sasha, and she needed constant supervision. If he wasn't diligent, she might end up walking to the police station, as she had done multiple times before. "To report my friend for abandoning me," she had claimed, when really, all he'd done was step outside for fresh air. He'd stopped making that mistake a long time ago, terrified that one of those times they would take her claims seriously and arrest him, though they never did. Still, it kept him on his toes, however much he wished to be a little selfish and socialize with people like Quinn. People who could be his friends, not just Sasha's friends.
He thinks I'm cool? Humbled, his smile quickly sobered as he tried to think of something to say to that. His wits had left him without a trace, taken aback by the sudden candidness from Quinn.
"Oh, I- I'm not. I'm glad you think so. But Sasha's the one who does all the cool stuff. Macarena cool." Hey, macarena. They were on Sasha's street, now, and Jetson felt like he was floundering, losing points by the second.
"Besides, you seem cool, too, you know." He glanced at Quinn, his smile returning as they pulled into the driveway at a snail's pace. He left the keys in so the car would idle quietly. Maybe he hoped it would cover up whatever sounds Sasha made as they brought her upstairs, but it was a fool's hope. It would, however, make for a silent, quick getaway once they were done.
Sasha was failing at undoing her own seatbelt by the time Jetson got around to opening her door. "Alright, girlie. You ready for bed?" He asked her as he helped her slide over, waiting for Quinn before he pulled her out of the car and onto her own two feet. She mumbled something, which could have been an insult or could have been perfectly kind, he had no idea. He just nodded in response, slinging one of her arms over his shoulder. They turned to face the front door. Taking a deep breath in, he looked at Quinn.
"How about you, are you ready? The stairs are right in the entryway, we're gonna go up them, okay? Just follow my lead, her bedroom is at the far end of the hall upstairs."
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