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Okay but is it just me who thinks there's so much more to Carrie than we've been shown so far? She's just not the usual asshole popular girl.
Like in episode 3 when Nick said "You two used to be friends" and Carrie replies with a huge amount of salt like she's hurt that he would even remind her of that. Like something happened between Julie and Carrie that hurt Carrie so much she became cold and distant. Cause if you listen to the way Julie talks about the time when they were friends, you wouldn't believe she was talking about Carrie since the way she's shown from the outside is nothing like what Julie knew.
It's almost like Julie did something that she didn't realise hurt Carrie as much as it did, and Julie just thought Carrie became too cool to be friends with her. But also seems like she hasn't actually told anyone about it. The way Nick acts about it is the same way Julie acts about it. Like they think she's just a stuck up asshole. I think she's just really hurt and is trying to frame off her feelings from not only the world but herself.
I mean, something must have happened for their friendship to turn that sour, right?
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Day 3!!!
Today’s prompt was dancing!! The last two prompts I made it ambiguous to if Al liked Vox the same way but this one is definitely mutual, sorry :P . Anyway, I kinda messed up with proportions in the drawing but it’s whatev. I’m very late bc writing dancing is hard and I didn’t have inspiration till 11pm this time. Anyways, here’s the fic, but also I pasted it
Chapter 3
Dancing
Vox made his way through a small door into a jazz club on the south side of hell. He could hear the sound of live music and various sinners laughing and talking from the sidewalk. The room was crowded, some sinners at the bar, some dancing and watching, and some playing the music, various instruments touched their lips and were played. Vox was invited out by a coworker, who went by the name Jose. It was the mid 1970’s at that point, the jazz scene was dying, but there were still various popular spots all around hell. Vox waited around by the front door waiting for Jose, but eventually growing impatient, he walked over to the bar and ordered a neat straight gin, bored and ready to leave any minute.
“Hey, are you Jose’s friend?” The bartender asked. Vox cringed at the word friend, but responded with a quick yes. He was then informed that this coworker had ‘emergency business’ to attend to. Great. Now Vox was stranded in a random club on a side of hell he had no business being in and an empty gap in his schedule. The free time was fine, he thought, but he was ready to actually build trust with someone tonight for whatever plans he had for José. Whatever, people watching and drinking was a fine night, he thought to himself. Plus, maybe he’d be able to find an opportunity for a deal. Vox sipped his drink, looking around the bar. Suddenly, a familiar face walked in. Red coat, red hair, at a jazz club? Yeah, that’s definitely Alastor. He walked in, waving several sinners who recognized him. ‘Guess he’s a regular here’ Vox thought, watching as he took another sip from his glass. Vox stared at him, eventually Alastor noticed him. Vox waved, and Alastor walked over to the television
“Why, hello there Vox, what a surprise seeing you here, my good friend! What happened to make you end up here?” Alastor stood in front of him, looking down at Vox, who had put down the glass to talk.
Vox leaned on the bar, arms out resting “Got ditched by a co worker, figured I might stay a while.”
“Ah, yes. The club is rather nice, isn’t it? I frequent this joint often, best in town, you know. Mind if I join you?” Alastor asked, looking at the seat next to Vox.
“Sure” Vox scooched over a bit, gesturing towards the empty stool beside him. Alastor ordered bourbon. The bartender slid the drink to him as he talked to Vox
Three drinks in and a lot of boring small talk later, Alastor asked a question. “Have you ever been to a Jazz club? I take it you haven’t, but there’s no harm in asking!”
Vox taped his claw on the callous on his thumb, an idle habit he picked up. “No, that wasn’t really my scene when I was alive.”
“I take it you can’t dance then? Alastor gave a little chuckle, the alcohol loosening himself up a bit
“Oh sure I can, I was an excellent dancer, I just never used my skills outside of lessons and with partners listening to records.” Vox rolled his eyes. Him? A bad dancer? It was funny thinking about
“Hm, for some reason I don’t trust you. Why don’t you show me what you got?” Alastor smiled (more so than his default one), finishing the last of his drink before standing up and holding a hand out to Vox.
Vox could feel his face burning, unsure if it was from the alcohol in his blood (?), or the fact he was about to dance with Alastor, but that was not his problem. He put on a confident smirk, downing his drink, standing up, and grabbing a hold of Alastors hand. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised, deer man”
Alastor led Vox onto the dance floor, the previous song ending, a small break happened before the band started playing again, a slow start. The crowd formed a circle. A pair of sinners making their way out into the middle, then a single, then two beside each other. Eventually, they got out into the circle. Alastor led, moving to the beat, leading Vox. Normally Vox would hate following, but for some reason, whether that be the alcohol or himself, he enjoyed following for once. Alastor upped the complexity of the moves after testing the waters, seeing how advanced Vox was. Vox was able to match his pace, even with the gin messing with his groove a bit. A minute passed, and they finally walked off out to watch others. The energy in the club was certainly an experience. Vox smiled hard, cheering on the other sinners in the circle. He was breathing hard, the quick dance, the alcohol, and the cheering giving him a big adrenaline boost. After an hour of taking turns on the dance floor, their dance ended with Vox in a dip, and the song ending. Vox’s smile was wide, chest heaving, staring into Alastors eyes. Had his eyes always been this beautiful? Voxes face was warm, and telling by the tint in Alastors cheeks, he was too. Probably not for the same reason though. Vox relished in the few seconds he was in Alastors arms as the crowd cheered, before he got pulled back up, and was lead out of the crowd by Alastor.
Alastor breathed heavily, the energy of the night certainly catching up to him. He looked at Vox before asking “Why, wasn’t that fun! Are you all done? You seem to be exhausted.” He smiled, taking note on how it weirdly didn’t feel forced.
“Pfft, I could go all night. But yeah, I think it’s time to stop dancing for now.” Vox smiled smugly, walking back over to the bar, finding two empty seats. He leaned back on the bar, asking the bartender for two gins.
“Hey, hope you’re ok with gin. I’m keen on keeping them both to myself though” Vox smiled as Alastor sat down, still sitting with perfect posture.
Vox pulled at his turtle neck. He had lost his jacket forever ago, but he was still burned hot with sweat.
“Ah, a gin if fine, my dear.” Alastor studied Voxes face, noticing the dark blue that danced over his already dark blue face at the name.
The bartender slid the drinks over. Vox gave one to Alastor. And took a sip of the other before placing it down. “I don’t know how you’re still in that coat, I’m dying here.” Vox said, out of breath, slipping off his turtle neck to reveal a plane white long sleeve shirt. Alastor watched as he rolled up his sleeves, waved some air at himself, and took another sip of his drink. Alastor didn’t know how long he stared for, all he knew was that Vox was looking really confused now.
“What are you looking at?” Vox raised a 2d eyebrow.
“You know, you weren’t half as bad as I thought you were gonna be.” Alastor smiled. “Still not as good as me though.”
“Hell yeah I was! You weren’t so bad yourself. That was fun, despite you treating me like a dame, having to follow. But, hey, a change of pace is always fun.” Vox tapped at his glass with his pointer claw.
Alastor blushed slightly, realizing he really did put Vox in the position most woman took. “Well, you were good at it.” Alastor chuckled, mocking Vox. Although, it wasn’t really mocking. He did actually believe Vox did a good job. Teased? He didn’t know.
Vox smiled, staring at Alastor. After this night, he saw him in a new light. Or, maybe in a way he always did, but a way he never admitted until now. Vox washed away his thoughts with a swig of his drink, finishing it. They enjoyed a peaceful silence, the chatter and sound of the music seeming to disappear in the embrace of Alastors attention. Before he knew it, Vox’s face had flushed completely, a stupid grin on his face. He ordered another drink. This night was perfect. Thank god Jose didn’t show up.
Yay :]
i would know you in darkness
someone dare me to read the illiad and song of achilles again