[color=lightcyan][center][indent][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/QSNZe4L.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/TuihCL7.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/viRzfIq.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Gys6I6E.png[/img] [sub][b]An [@Altered Tundra] & [@Inkarnate] Collaboration Post featuring [color=teal]Kavi Salvador[/color] & [color=FFD800]Mac Davenport[/color][/b][/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Gys6I6E.png[/img] [/indent][/indent][/center] [indent][indent][color=teal]“I’m so utterly stupid.”[/color] Kavi lost count how many times those words left his mouth and how long he had been staring at the carnage in his room. Ariel’s rage may have left the building, but her impact remained. Everywhere from where his prized television was mounted to one of three judo trophies he had acquired over the course of ten years was snapped in half, and a brutally-destroyed Playstation 4 that sparked a few times since being decimated, its sticky parts stuck to his wall like a new coat of paint. As much damage that was done, as much carnage that remained in his room, devoid of sound and life, nothing could top how he had effectively killed any and all chances of salvaging his relationship with Ariel. And what was the final nail in the coffin? Was it digging his nose in Santiago and April’s relationship? Was it consoling April when her baby’s daddy wasn’t around to do it for her? Or maybe it was not stopping the kiss that April had initiated almost immediately after it happened? He couldn’t stop playing the conversation in his mind. How he blew up at her, ruining his only chance to explain. [color=teal]“No, it wasn’t possible..”[/color] Kavi knew there was no way for him to explain it. He let another girl kiss him and almost kissed her back. Then, of all things, he acted like he did nothing wrong. [color=teal]“God, why was I so stupid?”[/color] He walked up to his wall, looking at its blankness for nearly a minute, his forehead pressed against it. He started to bang his head slowly, each time the banging noise getting harder until part of it cracked. Time and time again he went at it as if he was really trying to do some serious damage. After a full minute of repeated smashing, Kavi stopped and saw a small forehead-shaped blood print and soon he was starting to see red drip down his face along the inside corners past his eyes and along both sides of his nose. Matters were made worse when Kavi’s dripping hair thinned the blood out and caused it to pour down his face at a faster rate. Kavi couldn’t stop staring at the damned bloodprint. Why couldn’t he stop staring at it? Everything else around him was destroyed, crushed, and a reminder of how much of a screw-up he was when it came to understanding the female species? So why, of all goddamn things, was Kavi Salvador unable to take his eyes away from that forehead bloodprint? [color=teal]“It’s just a fucking wall!”[/color] In a fit of rage that truly would make his girlfriend -- ex-girlfriend -- proud, Kavi balled up both of his hands and two swift punches, as hard as he possibly could, he made sure he wouldn’t have to look at that wall ever again. The left fist had punched a hole into it but had not made the bloodprint disappear completed, so the right fist punched in the same place. He did this three more times and at the same spot. When he finally felt satisfied, he was left with a hole in the wall that revealed the other end. After a quick trip to the bathroom down the hall and a change of outfits, Kavi had changed into a different construction outfit that was basically the same as the one he had on before, but it was one, not covered in his blood and two, not wet. He knew it wasn’t perfect but he didn’t care. The only thing that he wanted to do was continue on with the party and get as shitfaced drunk as quickly as he could. Forgetting about everything that happened he was mid-kiss with April was his main objective. So he would start by making his way over to the beverages table that was inside the house. And so he started to pour himself a drink, downing about half of it. [color=FFD800]“Maaaate! That’s either a totally lit costume or you need, like, to get that looked at.”[/color] The voice of Palm Beach’s resident Brit slurred from his right, though Kavi wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to tune it out, given the current state of things. Between the splitting headache, his sore knuckles, and the general mood he was in, Kavi wasn’t really in the right mindset beyond “drink to forget” and “worry about it later”. [color=teal]“The costume is bought; bruised knuckles and gash on the forehead are my own personal touches.”[/color] He hadn’t turned to face whoever it was that did call out to him, but as soon as Kavi did, he opened his eyes a little wider. [color=teal]“Mac? Is that you?”[/color] [color=FFD800]“Well, I’m not your fairy godmother.”[/color] The British girl quipped as she took another drink from the bottle of Patrón that she was holding between her fingers. Mac appeared to have returned to Palm Beach just in time for everything at the party to get a little… crazy. Dressed in a full she-devil get-up, it seemed that Mac was fully prepared upon her return to Palm Springs, though Kavi wondered how long she had been back. She had missed Homecoming and nearly two months of the new school year, so he nearly thought her dad had quietly transferred her to some boarding school in California. As one of the few [i]actual[/i] female friends Kavi had, her absence at King’s hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was someone who didn’t have a lot of female friends. He’d date them and that’s it, but after his quick thing with Mac, the chemistry between them was too high to leave it at just the date, so they became quick friends. Nobody out of his ex-flings could ever understand the burdens of being beautiful than Mackenzie Davenport did. [color=teal]“What a relief it is to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor since I last saw ya,”[/color] Kavi said, taking a sip from his drink. The alcohol was doing its job numbing the pain he felt but it wasn’t working nearly as quickly as he would prefer. [color=FFD800]“Wouldn’t be me if I did, yeah?”[/color] Mac looked closer at Kavi, noticing the gash on his forehead a bit better after Kavi mentioned that he had done them himself. [color=FFD800]“So, do you need to run to the hospital? I can call an Uber if you need one.”[/color] [color=teal]”What? You crazy or something?”[/color] A laugh came after as he realized he said that word again. He laughed as he finished the rest of the alcohol in his cup. [color=teal]“Oops, I said that word again.”[/color] Mac laughed in response, [color=FFD800]“If I was crazy I’d be [i]driving[/i], what are you on about? You said what word again?”[/color] He wasted no time refilling his cup, though midway through it, he found himself hunched over a couple of inches as he bumped into the table. This caused his cup to fall into the punch bowl. [color=teal]“Well, that’s just great, isn’t it?”[/color] He looked up at Mac. [color=teal]“Crazy. The word was crazy. It seems to be my favorite word tonight.”[/color] [color=FFD800]“Okay? What does that even mean?”[/color] [color=teal]”What it means, Mac,”[/color] He said turning to face her, using the table to hold his body up. [color=teal]“I got dumped because I called my ex crazy one too many times for her liking.”[/color] Mac raised a brow, [color=FFD800]“Your ex?”[/color] [color=teal]“Yes, my ex. Ex-girlfriend. Person I was in a committed relationship with up until thirty minutes ago.”[/color] Each word came a sloppy arm gesture. [color=FFD800]“Are you taking the piss?”[/color] She set her bottle down on the table next to her. [color=FFD800]“Because, last time I checked you didn’t do ‘committed relationships’.”[/color] [color=teal][i]She has a point.[/i][/color] Kavi Salvador didn’t commit to anything but who the next great time was going to be. Whether that was the head cheerleader or someone else from the squad, there wasn’t any sort of intentions of ever seeing them for a second date unless the first one went horrible and she really wanted a do-over. If Kavi was going down that route, they would need to be insanely hot or offer him something that he couldn’t get during the first round. The more he thought about it, the more it made his head hurt. [color=teal]“Yeah, well I guess I had a temporary change of heart.”[/color] He chuckled, then chucked up a small amount of puke. [color=teal]“But don’t worry, I won’t ever make that mistake ever again.”[/color] [color=FFD800]“Well, before you paint all of the punch green, let’s get you some air. Don’t want people to tweet and everything. Also, I like the punch not to taste, you know, bad. Maybe, we should do something about your face, too.”[/color] Mac seemed to keep her attention on Kavi, while also scanning the table for items. Whatever her intention was, he wasn’t really paying enough attention to care or notice. Begrudgingly, Kavi followed Mac away from the table, away from the house, and outside. They walked at a somewhat slow pace to match Kavi’s sluggish body. His feet had dragged a bit but that was only due to the headache starting to be the main issue instead of how much alcohol he could consume to numb it out. Kavi hadn’t bothered to wait for Mac to help him down as he collapsed on the green grass. It sent chills down his spine as he had looked up at the stars. [color=teal]“This was a good idea, Mac.”[/color] [color=FFD800]“Well, any idea is better than smashing your face because some girl… got too sensitive? Needy?”[/color] The girl uttered as she tossed a bottle of Vodka and a tablecloth she had grabbed on the way out of the party on the ground. She was trying to hide it, but there was some semblance of concern. Kavi may have been drunk and not thinking clearly, but he could tell that much. [color=teal]“You might be right about that. I tried to change for her, be someone she could love or be safe with. I don’t know.”[/color] Kavi rocked himself to a somewhat upright position, feeling the weight of something begging to come back up for round two. [color=teal]“Have you ever gone down that road of trying to change for anyone?”[/color] [color=FFD800]“Fuck no!”[/color] Mac responded with laughter. [color=teal]”Smart girl.”[/color] He responded to her laughter with his own. [color=teal]“I wish you were around to talk me out of my own mistake like a month ago. Probably could have saved my hands from getting wrecked.”[/color] [color=FFD800]“Well, I’m sorry I was trapped in California with my cunt of a dad.”[/color] They continued their conversation. Mac popped the cap off the vodka and poured a little of it on the tablecloth, groaning in displeasure that she not only had to [i]waste[/i] vodka like this but that she wasn’t getting to enjoy the party. As she moved the tablecloth like an impromptu cloth across Kavi’s forehead she used her other hand to brace his head so he wouldn’t move. When Kavi realized this is what Mac meant about doing something about his face, he knew it was going to suck. But really, it was his own fault in the first place. [color=teal]“Jesus Mac!”[/color] Kavi screeched for a brief moment. [color=FFD800]“There is no god. Only vodka.”[/color] She quipped, continuing to clean the wound. [color=teal]“Can you not pour so much of it? It’s a small gash, not a severe wound.”[/color] He whined. Ironically, for a martial artist, Kavi did not do physical pain well. [color=FFD800]“I am admittedly, very not sober, but I can’t have you bleeding and spewing into drinks. Think of the children. Imagine if Stella took a sip of that punch! Instant party killer.”[/color] [color=teal]“Are you sure it’ll be that and not the Maury-styled ‘you are the father’ announcement April made not too long ago?”[/color] [color=FFD800]“True. But you never did host the best parties.”[/color] She commented, before she finished cleaning up the gash, before tearing the cloth and tying it firmly around Kavi’s forehead. [color=FFD800]“Well, that’s the best I can do. I think I did it right.”[/color] [color=teal]“I don’t see any blood dripping down, so you must’ve done something right.”[/color] Kavi felt around his forehead. When he pressed against the cloth, though soft, a stinging sensation went through him. [color=FFD800]“Lucky you.”[/color] He shrugged. [color=teal]“Now that you’ve done your duty, I suppose now you want to get back to the party, huh?”[/color] [color=FFD800]“Why? You don’t want to?”[/color] [color=teal]“I don’t know, Mac. When you get dumped, it kind of ruins the party within, ya know?”[/color] The British girl rolled her eyes. [color=FFD800]“What, you want to trade the real party for a pity party? Mate, it’s one girl.”[/color] [color=teal]“I know it’s hard for you to imagine, but I actually fell pretty hard for her, Mac.”[/color] Kavi admitted, swiping the Vodka bottle and taking a hefty swig of it. [color=FFD800]“And why would you go and do that for someone who is just going to be passive aggressive to you for the rest of the year because you didn’t live up to her idea of you?”[/color] Mac sighed, crossing her arms as he began downing a good portion of the vodka. [color=FFD800]“Why would you do that to yourself? You know who you are.”[/color] While he sat there really thinking about it, Kavi couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Ariel and how after everything went downhill because of his stupidity, he was here and she probably wasn’t. If she was, there was a good chance she was far away from him. Maybe Ariel wasn’t worth it after all. He had thought about canceling the party and chasing after her and maybe fixing things, but what would that do? She made up her mind about him the minute she tried to kill him with his own gaming console. She was done with him so now, perhaps, it was Kavi’s turn to be done with her. He took another drink from the bottle. [color=teal]“Yeah, you’re right, Mac. If Ariel Grey doesn’t want me, then I’ll just be who she already thinks I am.”[/color] [/indent][/indent][/color]