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go down on my thoughts
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LOKDIN IS BACK BABYYYYY
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vinny gambini is my spirit animal
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propane and propane accessories bender
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this looks sick! if you're still accepting I can start working on a CS in the next day or 2
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𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐊𝐘𝐔 ♤ 𝐓𝐀𝐊


𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. flight | hotel
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. soundin' extra extra extra lame
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝. ♤ ♤ ♤
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Yasmin | Luna | Benji
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Spike




The morning rays had filtered in through the dark curtains, casting about beams of light to illuminate the apartment. Particles danced between the streams of light, refusing to touch the ground lest their dance come to an end. Jin had all night, and early morning, to watch and ponder, sketch and drink before doing it all over again. Sleep refusing to come as easily as it would to most.

He never truly found sleep to be obtainable, especially with his reunion looming over him. It wasn't something that he would normally allow to take up that much space in his head. Yet here he was with less than three hours til his flight took off with bags packed and ready and bags under his eyes. Metaphorically. Jin prided himself on his skincare regime. Thank you Rome. However, the black sheep of the Tak family was not looking forward to being shoved in a hotel with people who didn't matter to him. They didn't then, why would that have changed?

OK, not everyone. There were choice few, 'Luna and Yas, Spike and Benji...' memories of their faces and stupid antics crossed his mind and he couldn't stop the goofy grin slowly spreading across his face. With a heavy sigh he grabbed his bags, simple and minimal, and took off down to the Uber waiting to take him to the airport.



Most of the flight was spent failing to get any sleep while wedged between two overly perspiring gentlemen who looked like the poster "dudes" for red flags. Constantly being pestered about "What did he do for a living?" "Got any tips?" "How much would __ tattoo cost me? Could you do it cheaper?" It was frustratingly annoying to have to listen to it in his shop, but at least there he could kick them out. No, here he was stuck. Thankfully, after answering their questions in simple one worded Korean responses they laid off the incessant barrage of questions. So, Jin fished out his sketchbook and began to work on some designs he was fiddling with based on Spike's comics. An idea that they had tossed around back and forth about whether or not they could incorporate Spike's genius ideas for characters and concepts with Jin's talent for putting it in ink. Er, bodily art ink that is.

After completing yet another piece he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, opting to send 'em to the comic creator in question.
To: Spike-Meister
take a look at some of the ideas been playin with
in the air should be landing soon... be honest how bad is the turn out?

Slipping his phone back into his bag Jin went back to doodling some nonsense as he waited for the ever approaching landing.



He made it to the hotel without any hiccups. Checking in was a breeze, not like any hospitality in New York he was used to, and off to his room he had gone. Jin enjoyed the serenity of the space. Modern with a touch of minimalist. It was nice. Too nice almost... he was going to have fun ruining it. Or at least ruining something in it. He was there to have a good time. Relax. Enjoy himself and the company of others. Might as well go all out. Before heading out to explore what the hotel had to offer up the alumni there he showered; making sure to really, really take his time. There was no need to rush. It was still early enough that others would still be arriving. Not like there was an itinerary planned for this trip.

After dressing in a simple matte black blazer paired with a white jumper and narrow fit black denim he decided he was just going to wander and take everything in. Grabbing his "fancy" black snap-back, along with his essentials, he was out the door of his room and roaming. 'It wouldn't kill me to be social every now and then. Right? Meh. Why risk it?'
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𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓘𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼


𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. home | long ass drive | hotel bar
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. party now, rehab later
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝. ✟ ✟ ✟
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Benji @metanoia
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Maxi @BrutalBx



It had been a normal day. Wake up at the crack of dawn when the rest of Miami still slept, get a coffee, relax on the balcony sipping that sweet, sweet mug of warmth before getting annoyed with the silence and moving on to something that got her blood pumping. The quietness of the world that seeped into her bones, forming an overwhelming sense of calm wash over her irked her to no end. While others dreamed of a moment's reprieve from the hustle and bustle of their daily lives Savanna Santos could honestly say that that wasn't her. She enjoyed the chaotic nature the world had to offer. Thrived in it. And if it wasn't there then that just meant she needed to create it herself.

What would Vann be if not a master a creating chaos?

Just like every other morning before - and all the ones to follow - the stillness rubbed her the wrong way. Goosebumps rose along her skin, indicating it was time to move on. Find something else to stimulate her senses. A trip down to the beach for a quick swim was required to help her physically prepare for the nightmare that was going to be this reunion. It wasn't the best of times for the young Santos child. A lot of cliques, a lot of drama.
Whole lotta fun too though...,
How could she forget all the times she snuck out of class for a quickie or to purchase some weed from her favorite noncommittal? Neither things were wholly exclusive from the other. "Two for one special" Benji liked to call it. A relationship that had continued even to this day.

A needy thought arose as she dried herself off, planning to get the show on the road; literally. Pulling her phone out she quickly typed a message to her preferred west coast dealer.

To: benj 💊
ayy vato lo que pasa
im lookin' for molly you seen her


Satisfied, for now, she locked the device before tossing it back into the front seat of her bebé along with the rest of her beach-going tote. Everything needed for this weekend fiasco had already been packed up and thrown in the trunk the night before. All required scheduling had been moved around in preparation for this trip. The Miami native rolled her eyes at nothing but the memory of her mother and father urging her to take some time off from the shop and go and enjoy seeing all her old classmates. In the end the idea of being able to whore herself out to some old friends and learning new gossip won out. Besides, it's not like the venue was that far from her.



"That far, my ass," she grumbled to no one as she emerged from her vehicle and passed along her keys to the valet. "Not a fuckin' scratch, gilipollas," Vann was way too high strung after the nearly four hours spent on the road with little to nothing in her system. She prayed that Benji was already there, somewhere, and with ample supply to put her back in balance. The thought alone was enough to get her shoulders to relax and after checking in with the woman at the front desk and them sending up her stuff she decided it was time to explore. Her first stop? The lobby's women's restroom. Vann pulled from her pocket a small baggie before laying it out on the screen of her phone - no telling how clean those counters were. Just a little something to get the party started.

In no time at all she found the bar, piano notes floating through the air and bouncing off the marbled flooring like some ominous creature waiting at the end of the hall. It wasn't so much the music that caught her attention, rather the voice attached to it. Those words and the cadence with which they sung - and sub-sequentially smacked their head - told Vann exactly who was here. 'Max.' Hazel eyes watched from the threshold, catching sight of Max snapping his fingers towards a very young little thing. Conversing with her and ordering drinks for himself.

Another round of slow melodic tunes began to fill the space around the bar as he turned his attention back to the black and whites, completely unaware to the woman sauntering up to his table and having a seat. A coquettish grin plastered on her face, "Hope some of those shots are for me, papi~"



i changed his color since there is a lot of greens already 😬😬😬

@Venus
not me wanting to steal @fledermaus 👀 this is gorgeous
tak jin-kyu | park sung jin | #abcd9f
savanna santos | priscilla huggins ortiz | #e7b59d
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??? | maybe another boyo - im torn DX | #779894
i should have the CSs up sometime tomorrow
girls are still capped yeh? @Venus
huhuhuuu
definitely interested 😎
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