beth-sullivan·:

Beth hadn’t been sure what to expect but what came had been miles from anything she would’ve guessed. She wanted to tell Destiny that she was several years late but there was a part of her that wanted to hear what the other had to say, though she wasn’t going to let it show or admit it. “Which one Destiny? There were so many conversations that we should have had.” She stated, “We were so good at talking but clearly not with anything that mattered, huh?” 

The attitude was to be expected. It made sense. Destiny had fucked up. Wouldn’t be the first time, wouldn’t be the last time. It ran in her blood. Her entire family was full of fuck-ups and she wouldn’t be the last one though she hoped she’d be the last of the Woods. That was up to Arizona. Regardless - “I’m not here to criticize or try and make some of the blame fall on you or whatever. Clearly, both of us have some stuff to say. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be consistently drunk texting each other. So let’s just say what we have to say. Please. I know I don’t deserve any closure but you definitely do so if it makes it easier, I’ll start.” Oh, boy. The hard part. “I’m... I’m sorry, Beth. I’m so sorry that I--” Where to begin? “I’m sorry I literally ghosted you. I abandoned you. I got scared and I ran away.” Like her brother, like her mother, like her father before. “I’m sorry. You deserved better. You deserved someone who would share their fear with you instead of acting like a coward. I’m sorry.” 

beth-sullivan·:

The sudden knock had brought Beth slowly approaching the door only to hear the sound of a voice she knew well filter through. She didn’t even need the clarification to know, it was a voice she had both longed and yet dreaded to hear. It was no secret that there was a lot of history with them, complicated history, that left her standing there her hand hesitating to open the door. Beth wasn’t sure she was ready to face whatever lay on the other side of that door. So, she put on a brave face, a mask she had mastered as if the whole thing hadn’t shaken her as she pulled opened the door to see Destiny on the other side. “Well, this is a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see you at my door.” 

Destiny tried her best to smile but was pretty sure her face wasn’t reflecting that. Either that or she just looked like she was in intense amounts of pain. Either way, things were more than awkward. Her hands moved to her pockets, feeling the lint in the corners. It was easier to ground herself with different textures. “Hi.” She mustered, unsure of how to even begin talking about this. Des could only talk if Beth agreed to and Beth was stubborn, if anything. “I thought we could finally have the conversation we should have had in high school.” 

Her fingers rapped nervously against the wood in front of her. This door was the only thing that stood between her and a stomach and chest full of anxiety. She could feel it growing already - a warm cream cloud in coffee spreading like a wildfire. Fuck. It was about time they faced this head-on. Clearly there was a lot that needed to be said. “Beth?” She spoke up, a small crack splitting open her voice. Fuck. Des cleared her throat. “It’s Destiny.” 

@beth-sullivan​

Four tequila shots in. A regular occurrence at Graveyard. She didn’t care what she looked like and the other people around certainly didn’t care - with the exception of the older regulars who wanted a slice of her cake. She didn’t pay them much mind though. After all, Destiny’s job was to be objectified. She wished she could say she felt empowered by it but really she was barely scraping by. The club had given Des less shifts since she punched that other stripper who was talking shit about her and was taking some of her tips on the side. That girl had since been fired but they still wanted to show that they disapproved of violent behavior even if the other bitch had it coming. “I’m drunk.” She stated out loud, not to anybody in particular and then, leaning to the person to her right, she gave them an elbow nudge. “I bet I-- I bet I’m more drunk than youuu.” 

arizonawoods·:

Arizona was surprised that she didn’t take the opportunity, and wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. “Honestly, pie isn’t that great regardless.” He shrugged, it was true. He wrapped up a few on the cookies, handing them to Destiny. “Honestly, just take ‘em. Fair warning that the chocolate ones are stronger, but they’re also just better.”

After not seeing him for such a long time, it was hard to believe that they were as similar as they were. It was kind of calming but also unnerving - a feeling held high in her chest. Eyebrows raised, Des wasn’t about to be negotiate free. Especially since he owed her so bad. “Cool, thanks.” Her fingers wrapped around the bundle and she dropped it in her bag. “I think it’s funny we both sell drugs but I probably make more money than you doing it illegally.”

theoriggs·:

He enjoyed that she put her head on his chest to try and get away from the water, but it didn’t stop him from lifting the water bottle above his head to tip it slightly, letting a little bit of water on the both of them. “I’m glad you’re having fun.” 

Destiny squirmed as it rolled down her spine, her back arching into him. This time her mouth opened and she let out a little squak at the temperature. It was definitely hot outside but his water was also pretty cold. “How long are you working? Is it long enough for me to go and come back with a popsicle I’ll suggestively lick while yelling out obscenities?”

theoriggs·:

Theo was glad she was the one who happened to be in front of him. He wrapped his arms around the girls waist. His hand resting on the small of her back. Theo shook his head, the water from his hair dripping onto the girl in front of her. “Are you having fun?” 

Undoubtedly, this would be a slight makeup disaster. Water trickled a little into her line of vision, causing one of her eyes to squint. She gave a small squeal, shoulders scrunching up as she tried to hide under his chin for cover. With a jawline like that, you’d almost think it was possible. “I am now.” Then after a moment, she addressed the more general part of his question. “This is the most fun thing to happen in this town since... Never.”

"Oh, okay. I got one.” Destiny cleared her throat, head nodding in the direction of a middle aged white man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, khakis, and open-toe sandals. “This guy works in some sort of business. Finance, probably. His wife and two daughters live with him in their mansion in the suburbs of Atlanta. He says he goes on golf trips with ‘the boys’ but in reality is taking a much younger sugar baby girlfriend to a barbecue in Peach Hollow. Pathetic.” @jensen-cordina​

arizonawoods·:

It might be foolish, but it did make Arizona smile to see his sister show up and not immediately get hit. Baby steps, right? “You always wanna hit me with something, and right now I can offer you a cupcake.” He joked, picking up one of the small sampler cupcakes they had and gesturing to it with a raised eyebrow. “And yeah, edible pies. And cakes and cookies and other stuff.” Arizona shrugged. “You know, for getting fucked up but lowkey.”

She was truly, truly tempted. Destiny took a second to think it through, eyebrow raised and eyes squinting. Smoke may as well have been coming from her ears with the amount of concentration on her face. “I’ll pass this time but those actually sound good. I can’t imagine a pie tastes good with oui’d in it but I’m down to buy a few cookies.” 

theoriggs·:

He didn’t mind people staring at him, especially Destiny. He tried to keep his body toned and liked working out. and the drooling was a plus. “I’m here all day.” He grinned at her, walking towards her. “You wanna get wet?” He meant that in both the ways she was probably thinking. “c’mere. Give me a hug.” He said, still dripping with water. 

Part of her wanted to be playful and play a short game of tag but the other part wanted to get as close as she could to his body and that was the impulse she acted on. “Don’t mind if I do.” She bit her lower lip taking another few steps forward, hands instinctively reaching up to wrap around his neck. In one of her hands remained the cold can and if he decided to get cheeky, she wouldn’t think twice about pressing it against his neck.

She opened her second Dr. Pepper for the day, the crisp sound of air being released with bending of the metal tab. “I’m actually not that mad at another soda.” She spoke, truly wanting something from the Bar Cart - and especially an excuse to say hi to Bailey.  “But since you’re being a pussy about alcohol I guess this’ll have to do. How’ve ya been, loser?” @zzackattack​

Destiny would recognize that red hair anywhere but honestly would there be anybody in town who wouldn’t? Though since she met the girl, she had secretly vowed never to dye her hair that color again. How could she when it was done so well by someone else? It’d be embarrassing. Des still had the other colors in her wheelhouse. She didn’t recognize whoever the girl was talking to but it didn’t matter because Destiny was about to steal all their attention. 

“Hey,” Des smiled, suddenly thinking about how she only really had two friends who were girls and how awkward she was about being friends with them. “Bar cart is around the corner - wanna grab a drink?” @peytonainsworth​

Destiny loved the smell of barbecue. It was something that felt nostalgic but only because the neighbors used to grill in the summertime while she and Arizona played outdoors. She was around six or seven then. Life was less complicated. She let her nose guide her through a group of people who were too close to each other for comfort. She couldn’t help but get impatient, wanting people to at least move to a side instead of in the middle of a walkway. Truthfully, it didn’t take much to tip the teapot over and pour her out. 

“Jesus fucking Christ - MOVE.” @margot-sawyer​

Waiting in line was one of Destiny’s least favorite things to do. She was nothing if not impatient. In front of her in line was a woman slightly older and a face she had never seen before. That didn’t matter though because all Des could stare at was her hair. If she had something in her hair, she knew she would want someone else to tell her. “Hey,” She spoke, leaning to the side to catch the woman’s attention. “You have like... Cotton candy or something in your hair? I don’t know. It’s pink.” @ilia-yun​

theoriggs·:

Throughout the barbecue, Theo had been volunteering at the firetruck for most of the day. After he had finally switched with his coworker, he grabbed an ice cold water bottle taking a sip of it. The thought of standing out in the sun more made him sweat. He missed the heat. It always made him feel like he was back home. After he took a long swig of the water, he poured it on himself, letting the water drip down his face before grabbing his fresh t-shirt to wipe it up. Upon opening his eyes, he could see the person in front of him staring, “You like the show?” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

@peachesstart·

Destiny wasn’t one to drool over men (womxn, maybe) but she’d be lying if she said that Theo didn’t give her pussy a heartbeat. She could feel her head tilting to the side, flirtatious grin tugging at the side of her lips. She took a sip of the Dr. Pepper in her hands, approaching at a slow speed as he wiped his sweat, eyes lingering for several moments on his lower body. As soon as he spoke, her eyes flicked back up to meet his, a knowing smile growing on her features. “It’s my new favorite. Makes me want to stick around for the double feature.”

arizonawoods·:

It was bound to happen, Arizona getting pulled into working the event for Get Baked. He couldn’t really complain, he did like his job and the added perk of milkshakes for the day. Plus he liked talking to people, for the most part. “Hey,” he grinned, greeting the person who came up to the booth. “Contrary to popular belief, we’re not letting people pie me in the face and my ducking abilities are superb.”

@peachesstart·

Destiny spotted her brother pulling up and making himself at home which truthfully seemed like the perfect time to bother him. The corners of her lips turned up, despite the way their conversation ended last time. He was still her brother and the idea of pies that close to his body was all too tempting. “Sorta want to smash a pie to shut you up, anyway. It’d be a great fundraiser for your... Edible pies?” 

@theoriggs

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