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[color=BE4900][sup][b]Musician | Student | Apartment 3A[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup]
[color=BE4900][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Home — Around Town — Rooftop[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] Ritz[sub][@rougeLily][/sub] — Kyla[sub][@Ejected][/sub][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

[indent][indent]“Sorry sugar, I can’t [i]not[/i] have you on this week.” The woman’s voice was muffled by the sound of a heavy exhale. She was, no doubt, puffing another cigarette—God only knows how many she’s already had within the hour. “This is like the biggest time of the year!”

Felix sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, [color=BE4900]“Meg, listen. I know I told you that I love working there—and I do, I truly do—but you can’t just spare me one night?”[/color]

“Sweets,” she paused, her New Jersey accent thick and her words scratchy, “It’s only this week and that’s it. I understand you have a life and all, but, shit, you’re being requested left and right. We need to be on top of our game and available to the customers.” Her voice crescendoed throughout her statements.

[color=BE4900]“Okay, okay, okay. How about this: just give me tonight off and I’ll be at your disposal all week,” [/color] Felix suggested, pacing back and forth in his room. 

The lady chuckled, “I mean, sure, but the festival doesn’t really kick off until tomorrow.”

[color=BE4900]“Well, my landlord is kinda having this thing and,”[/color] he paused, still indecisive about whether he’s going or not, [color=BE4900]“I just kinda want to get on his good side, y’know? I feel like he’d be more inclined to help me out if something breaks or whatever.”[/color]

There was silence for a second or two before she responded jokingly, “Well damn, are you gonna suck his dick, too?” She let out a laugh, which eventually turned into a small coughing fit, as expected.

Felix cringed, [color=BE4900]“What? Gross. The man’s like forty years old or something.”[/color]

“What,” she exclaimed, “Don’t act like you haven’t gone for the older ones before. Which reminds me! Tara, for some reason, decided to text me about trying to hire you for who knows what. I guess she’s willing to pay double. Just figured I’d let you know.”

Felix combed his hair back with his fingers, the same expression of irritation resurfacing on his face, [color=BE4900]“God fu--, I knew that was a bad idea. Okay, whatever. Are we good with this plan?”[/color]

“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. You can have tonight off but the rest of the schedule stays the same. I gotta get going, I got shit to do. I’ll see you tomorrow night,” with that, she hung up the phone. 

Felix let out a grumble, letting his body fall against his unmade bed. He closed his eyes, becoming lost in thought. The stripclub had him tied down, limiting his free time at night to do anything enjoyable. Since his start there, they’ve been racking in several more customers and eventually started seeing regulars. There was a sense of guilt, and distaste, in the thought of pleasuring that many people with their respective circumstances, but the money was too good to deny it. While it’d be customary, and much more comfortable, to provide services for your typical bachelorette party or girl’s night, much of his earnings have been from the married ones in unstable relationships. It seems even in Silvervale such people existed, but Silvervale, nonetheless, had always been such a beautiful and eventful little city to reside. However, this new job had him worried that he’d be painting a bad image of himself. Regardless, he figured his days here were numbered since this was his last year at the university—so might as well live a little. 

Felix creaked open his window, applying a considerable amount of force to get the tall window open. He breathed in the wet air, enjoying Silvervale’s signature haze of fog that laid scattered across the streets and buildings, extending far past what his eyes could depict of the horizon. He stood there for a moment, hazel eyes absorbing as much of the view that was necessary to calm himself down to become ready to focus. Felix, confident in his body, didn't care if the passersby would see him in his underwear, leaning out his window as if posing for somebody across the way. He took one last deep breath, and with that, he took his seat on a simple folding chair, his beautiful, wooden cello in hand and a music stand placed strategically in front of him. With a soft stroke of his bow—he would then [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1prweT95Mo0]play[/url].

A few runs and several mistakes later—ones in which could only be deciphered by strings players—he became distracted by the ding of his phone.
[hr][center][color=f6989d][i]‘Yooo, Felix, you coming to Bert's party later? Do you have plans afterwards? I heard there will be some free drinks and stuff at some bars in Rebecca's Hole, if you'd want to get on that we could go. Also with some of the others too probably. Would love to bang with you. NO PRESSURE THOUGH!!’[/i][/color][/center][hr]
Felix smirked, letting out a soft chuckle before his fingers tapped swiftly along the iPhone screen: [color=BE4900][i]‘Sorry Ritz. I don’t think it’s ideal to bang your roommate one month into moving in together. I’m very flattered though!’[/i][/color]

Within the same instance he received another text.
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[center][color=f6989d][i]‘*Would love to HANG with you, ugh flimsy ass auto complete, I AM SO SORRY!!’[/i][/color][/center]
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Felix let out another chuckle, a smile stretching across his face to reveal his dimple, mumbling to himself, [color=BE4900]“Cute…”[/color] He sent out a reply: [color=BE4900][i]‘I’ll be going to Bert’s party, but I’m not sure if I’ll be up to going out after. We’ll play it by ear. I guess it depends on how drunk I get! ;)’[/i][/color]

Another run of the piece and he was ready to stop. He set his cello down on a stand that displayed it in the corner of his room, moving to finally throw on some clothes. Something about having the day off encouraged him to dress himself with clothes other than sweatpants and sweatshirts, but he was still too lazy to dig out an outfit from the bottom of his drawers. Felix managed to throw on a pair of medium-wash, slim jeans, which accentuated his thick, muscular thighs, though they were a tad too short due to his tall stature. He sported a plain, v-neck t-shirt just beneath a black sweatshirt that had the university’s logo printed on the front. He then decided on his simple, black adidas sneakers, and finished off the look with a silver watch. Felix kicked around the clothes that were accumulating on the floor already, noting to himself how messy he was able to make his room in just a few days. He was not one to maintain a spotless room, though it always smelled good from his cinnamon apple candle that he had lit at almost all times. The scent shed onto his clothes, but was masked by a cologne that he was sure to spray on himself before he went anywhere. 

Felix went about his day off casually and nonchalantly, valuing each moment of relaxation he could before his upcoming busy week. This entailed: going to Bert’s to grab a coffee and lunch, walking around town and browsing several different window shops, occasionally stopping to help the community set up for the fair—putting his handiwork skills to good use, taking photos of Silvervale’s otherwise eery ambiance becoming welcomed by tourists, and enjoying a few long hours in the library and the music store. Although Felix had normally been a people person, he has become increasingly introverted, enjoying the solitude and peace of doing things on his own, but this would come to an end once he was satisfied with his alone time.

Felix made his way back to the apartment building and grabbed a few liquor nips from the cabinets in his kitchen. He looked around for Ritz but didn’t see any signs of him, perhaps he was already at the party. Felix made his way on up, passing by a few unfamiliar faces on the way up. Before he was even a step onto the rooftop, a familiar voice rang in his ear, causing a smirk to build on his face: [color=#7A2528][i]‘I brought some booooze!’[/i][/color]. Before confirming the source of the voice, he was immediately taken aback by the beautiful sunset, choosing first to enjoy the scenery before engaging in conversation with anybody. Felix moved towards the edge, paying no mind to any of the faces he’d past on his way, snapping a few photos on his phone to capture the moment. He glanced in every direction, from the mystifying, dark, and cloudy edge of the eastern sky, to the pink and orange hues peeking through an overcast of fluffy clouds on the western horizon. The transition was beautiful and severe, almost opposite from one side to the other. Before becoming too lost in the view, he turned to the crowd, every person somehow glowing in the dimmed, golden hour from the sun.

Felix took a deep breath, cracking his neck as if it would help him prepare for the social activities of the night. First things first, he would approach the woman whom, no doubt, had the familiar voice. Although he was eying her from the back, he was certain it was Kyla from school. She always had a way of putting herself together, looking damn, near-perfect in anything she wears, but for a moment, Felix finally considered that it wasn’t the clothes that made her look good, it was her that made clothes look good. For a moment, one could hear him mutter a soft [color=BE4900][i]‘Damn…’[/i][/color] under his breath before actually speaking up. Felix brushed his hair back, his voice picking up a charismatic, masculine tone with a tasteful amount of rasp in his words, [color=BE4900]“Whatcha got there?”[/color] He would hope that she'd turn in time to catch the dimple of his smile, finding a sense of mild fulfillment in being flirtatious with Kyla.
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