YALL THAT WAS SO FUCKING LIT MY BROADWAY BABY
‘ PEG !!
( cue her banging on the window, the loud and obnoxious type. )
‘ come here!
WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?
there’s a BRIEF moment of uncertainty about where to place his hands. gingerly, one finds a place on her ankle; the remaining HOVERS.
❝ well enough, thank you, miss martinelli. ❞
‘ what’s the haps? the scoop. the skinny. the 411. the jizz--
( she pauses, furrowing her brows. )
‘ ... no, not that one.
( kicks her feet up on his lap. )
‘ how’s it goin’, stud?
( she just wants to see him blush. )
“Thanks, it means a lot.” God, he wishes waitresses used to be this nice. He can remember being kicked out before his song even ended playing on the jukebox.
“Hey, uh, is smoking allowed here?”
‘ nah. smokin’s bad for the kids, remember? there is a patio out back, though. you’re free to use it when you’re done.
( she scrunches up her nose, offering him a quick shrug. she doesn’t know all too many people that smoke anymore. )
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veinsofwar
fucking fight me
veinsofwar
and by fight me i mean kiss me a lil
i wish i was ur hair... so i could touch ur butt...
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fingers fold beneath her chin, curve over the smooth of her jaw. peggy’s weary looks BONE-DEEP, looks carved into the porcelain plains of her features. permanent. but she just needs a good night, really, just–––just a solid night of sleep.
‘ i just haven’t been sleeping, is all. is it THAT noticeable?
angie worries. of course she worries. she’s a worry-wart, and peggy is her girl -- more or less. angie’s pretty gay. like, pretty fucking gay. but peg’s another story.
❝ okay, we’re gettin’ you to bed. c’mon. ❞