I Pinch Your Cheeks To Gently. - Blog Posts

damon had purposely seated himself at the bar during its slow hours. typical hangout for the slower afternoons. the doordash notifications were dry as a fucking desert, even for the miles long drives. the phone sits just out of reach, their fingers tapping to the tune of the music without a second thought. savannah speaks and it has damon humming out of tune to the beat - music never their strong suit despite the creative heart. rhythms lost to their racing thoughts, but they could still enjoy it. cheek rests against his palm, lips pursing as he considers his reply.

" probably a good thing you weren't there. " briefly thinks back to the collateral damage. a bottle they'd had to pay for, selin in particular being in the middle of it ... fuuuuuuuck they wish they were drunk enough that night to wipe it from their memory. regardless of this, he laughs something low from the chest. " i won't judge you, thirty and flirty is still a thing who cares about trick or treating ... wait, no. scratch that. as long as you were dressed up as something cool i'll let it slide. lemme guess. " this, a good conversation to distract from the lingering weight on their chest. fingers drum a bit faster against his phone screen. " actually, this is just as basic. tinkerbell? no, no, princess daisy? "

Seated at the bar enjoying a round before the band was set to perform, the drummer can't help but overhear the individual whom was a few seats down from her. There wasn't much of a crowd at this point in the evening yet, other nights being busier in the past. Maybe people just weren't in the mood to drink or hear live music? It's not like there was anything worth celebrating as of late. Savannah wouldn't really blame it if there was more of a crappy turnout for tonight's gig. But, part of her secretly hoped the band wouldn't have to perform for less than their usual number of audience.

Taking a sip from her beer, she offered Damon a sympathetic glance. "If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't there to see the fight. I was too busy trying to score the good candy," she lets out a small giggle. "If you don't give me shit for being almost thirty trick or treating, I won't give you shit for being here."