✦ - *⁎ Ft | Savannah . - Blog Posts
eyes flicker from their phone, brows furrowing a bit. " scary and spooky makes me think of xenomorph or the freak from 'it'. if you were ghost face, i'll be devastated i didn't get to reenact the ... " the hand grasping their phone and the free one rise to their cheeks, voice pitched a bit. " NO, don't kill me mr. ghostface! i wanna be in the sequel ... " laughs almost instantly at themselves, batting the air in savannah's direction with his phone. maybe that's a bit too on the nose, crude and basic with the small town gossip stereotype. oh well, not like it didn't go through everyone elses mind. its easier to talk about this than their fucking embarrassment. wound buried beneath its mountain of salt. sugar poured into on top. a little salty, a little sweet. no, it's something bitter— " i'm yammering. lay it on me. maybe i'll spout some ideas for you next year. long as a meteor doesn't hit, add some extraterrestrial spooky shit to this creek. "
Savannah needed some time to kill before the band's set and thankfully, her initiating the conversation wasn't totally shut off. She wasn't always good at starting them, liquid courage helping her open up a bit more though.
"Yeah, I heard about it all. Small town, gossip tends to spread like wildfire," she spoke. Not trying to pour any salts in potential wounds by bringing up the events of Halloween, she tries her best at pivoting the topic a bit. "No, I wasn't really going as basic this year," she joked with Damon. "You're too cold on the guess. Think something more scary and spooky. Do I strike you as the princess type?"
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."
" well, lets think the lucky stars for that. " effie comments towards the final girl material. it's probably best to not take too many nods from a screenplay. though, at least, it seems savannah's self-aware of the type of person she is. effie's sure she probably isn't either, but she isn't going to imagine herself in that situation. unnecessary anxiety— and the night sure has had enough of that for everyone. " yeah, lets take a minute. you look a bit frazzled. how about a quick chat and then we can go on about our way, yeah? i know getting out the door was a disaster. "
she takes a brief puff, turning her head to the side to blow it out. " what'd you think of the party, you know, before it all came crashing down? " effie wasn't the best at small talk, but thinks savannah might need it. looked a bit like a deflated balloon ... like everyone else that was enjoying their night off. " definitely could've had better music this year, i think. "
Savannah was a little bummed over the party having to be cut short so out of the blue, only being able to mingle for a little bit. While everyone was being told to evacuate, the young woman finds herself feeling shoved out from the main doors, stumbling slightly, being elbowed by the rest of the crowd.
Fumbling for her phone in her bag, she raises a brow to the other who was nearby. "Uh yeah, this does kind of blow," she admitted with a sigh. Having spent so much time on her hair and makeup, she didn't want the night to end quite yet. "I'm not really sure what's going on, but might be better to use the buddy system? Not sure if I'm final girl material....", she confesses.
