floriography [ stories five ]

feral || kinda shitposting??

[ i miss writing cohesive plots every other day

⚠️- language, and probably alcohol bc it's gonna have shit with our favorite feral blonde

we've got: chase vs alcohol x 3, lewis vs being a normal human being, and bailey vs not getting called a furry (aka,,, i'm breaking down and finally writing something )

stay safe,
lew. ]

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"Come on, let's go play one of my favorite games," Chase slurred, grabbing Ronnie's sleeve and pulling him towards the door.

"What game is it?" He asked, gently prying her hand away. He followed her out to the sidewalk, where she handed him the flask she'd been drinking from.

She gave him a toothy grin, turning her attention out to the busy street. "It's like that old game 'Frogger'. Except it's you running out into traffic, not a lil froggie."

"Absolutely not!" He cried out, catching her by the sleeve of her jacket, right before she lunged off the safety of the sidewalk.

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Chase impatiently waited at the bar for Ezra. She wasn't waiting to talk to him. She had promised Ronnie she'd only drink when someone else was around to keep an eye on her, and she was already starting to regret the decision.

Finally, right as she was ready to say 'fuck it' and get a beer, Ezra walked in. Before he even got over to her, she'd somehow gotten ahold of an entire fucking bottle of strawberry vodka and had already started chugging it.

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Bailey sighed when Chase peeked her head into his room. A black eye and busted lip jumped out at him, even in the low light of his laptop and nightlight.

"What did you do this time, Chaser?" He yawned, setting aside his computer to get out of bed.

She grinned, wincing when it stretched her lip too far. "I hit on someone who was taken again. She had a mean right hook. I know you're not supposed to wish for a relationship to end, but... damn."

"Chase. You're a huge mess."

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Festivals were always fun. At least, getting to see so many different artists at once was.

Lewis had lost track of what artists he'd seen, between Logan, Jon, and Spencer each dragging him off to different stages. But finally, all four of them had met up to watch a set.

He was feeling kind of tired, so he got out of the way of most of the crowd and sat down right beside a barricade. A few small clusters of dandelions were growing there, miraculously not trampled yet.

When the other three noticed, they exchanged a glance and a shrug, thinking nothing of it. Lewis had even sat down in the middle of one of their own shows before, so it wasn't a surprise.

The next time Logan glanced over to check on him, Lewis had picked the dandelions, turning them over in his hands. Again, nothing to be worried about. If there were enough weeds around, Lewis would be attacking each band member with dandelion crowns before too long.

However, the third time Logan looked over, Lewis was popping one of the yellow blossoms in his mouth.

"Lewis, what the fuck are you doing?"

"You can take a guy outta the country, but you can't take the country outta the guy," he mumbled, right before shoving another fucking dandelion in his mouth.

"You're obviously exhausted and losing your damn mind. I'm dragging your ass back to the bus."

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Bailey pulled Chase into his room, excitedly showing her the listing pulled up on his laptop. "I found my Halloween costume for this year!"

She studied the screen for a few long moments, then sighed heavily. "Bailey, babe... I hate to ask this, but I gotta know... Are you a furry? 'Cause this is a furry website and this is a goddamn fursuit."

"I don't know what that is... I just thought it looked cool..."

"Babe... I wish I could believe you."

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