Alex had little tolerance for drunken people arsing around her, especially considering she didn’t drink much. Walking around the crowded area, the Brit noticed a familiar face flushed with panic and terror through the crowd a couple meters away. Picking up her pace, Alex shoved her way through the crowd and instantly swung her left fist (the unbroken one) at the cause of the girl’s distress, an intoxicated male that was obviously trying to get in to her pants. “Back the fuck off!” The Brit hissed angrily, taking a blow and returning it again, pure anger now coursing through her veins as she stood in front of her cast mate, giving the guy no access nor view.
Ryan was never really bothered by male advances, she was never really bothered by anything. This guy had gotten a little too handsy however and her expression had betrayed her, she’d looked momentarily scared. Maybe it was because his grip was just a bit too tight but whatever. The fright turned to embarrassment and then embarrassment turned to anger because feeling ashamed of this sort of thing was a form of victim blaming and she wasn’t having that. “What the fuck do you thi-?” she began to growl before someone stepped in. It was a seething Alex and Ryan recalled her saying she had anger problems…but it didn’t stop her from joining in because she too was in a rage. “Oh no, let him through! I didn’t get the chance to kick him in the balls!”
Maisey: kissed her girlfriend back, her hand running along her jaw line before the older girl could press their lips together. She leaned in and kissed her softly before deepening the kiss as they cuddled closer. As she pulled away she smiled and nodded "as are you--" she brushed some hair out of Ryan's face and behind her ear. "I'd get up in front of everyone here and tell them how I feel---" she laughed a little "but I'm pretty sure I've said it enough on TV--" she kissed her lips softly "I'm so in love with you" she smiled "sometimes I worry about when we're done with the show-- and what will happen to us" she admitted</p>
Ryan: grinned at her, "Yeah, you have said a fair bit already..." She nuzzled against her neck and dotted kisses there mumbling against her skin, "So am I." She looked up as she mentioned her worries and paused before bumping her nose against hers, "This isn't a love bubble...it's real, I know that much. So we met through the show, so what? I'm in for as long as you are." she pressed another kiss to her lips again and let her eyes hold hers, "Do you agree?" She took a moment before untangling herself from her girlfriend and getting to her feet easily, holding out both hands to help her to her feet, "I've got something fantastic to show you."
“Please? I’ll even buy the dye and do your hair for you.” Alex laughed, running her uninjured hand through her own hair, now flashing an appreciative smile in Ryan’s direction. “I mean I guess I can see where they’re coming from. I do have anger issues, I’ve never denied it. But it’s still not something I was expecting the gossip to tell everyone.” She shrugged, still not completely over the fact that they told the entire cast. “I left my mark in it. I kinda want to find a sharpie and sign underneath it like the famous people do on the floor in Hollywood with their handprints.” Alex murmured with a laugh, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s completely my fault. I can’t blame anyone but myself.”
“I’d better give my hair a rest.” she tousled her hair which was tinted with purple, “If I get the desire to do something else crazy to it you’ll be the first person I call.” she winked and clicked her tongue jokingly. “You have anger issues…I have a tendency to fight and/or hide my emotions. Nobody’s perfect.” she gave a mimicking shrug. That was a real problem of hers, she was the opposite of Alex in that way it seemed. She chuckled at that, “That’s quite the twist on an old concept. Definitely do it.” She trailed a hand over the petals of a few flowers they passed, “It’s not like you can help it. Plus, it’s a conversation piece. Ever broken anything else?…As in a bone.”
Maisey: smiled and closed her eyes as she felt her lips press against her forehead. They hadn't fought in a while and things had certainly seemed up for them since they'd gotten to the festival. She crawled closer and intertwined their legs "I do--" she told her, the smile not fading. Ryan genuinely made her this happy, it was still so unreal to her. "Rememba' when you got on top of the bar and searched for me?" She asked, her hand still tracing shapes softly into her "it seems the feeling is mutual no?"</p>
Ryan: gently tugged up Maisey's chin and placed a kiss to her lips, languid, wanting more as always but reigning herself in. "Yes, I remember. I feel like I might have to do it again here...and I would." The brunette smiled at Maisey with what could only be described as adoration before kissing her again, making sure they were as close as they could be, giggling gently, "Hm, you are worth it."
“I never find myself wanting alcohol. I think it’s because I know how much damage it can truly cause on an individual’s internal organs.” She mused, not even realizing that she was yet again rambling scientific theories. “Build bridges,” She repeated, idly staring at the starry sky before looking back at Ryan. “We should build a bridge.”
Ryan gave the other woman an entertained grin. She knew what she was talking about but she obviously couldn’t help but slip it into the conversation. “I’ll take my chances.” she said as she took another drag, gesturing to her with the spliff in the direction of the sky, “Yes, yes we should. I’m sure we could do that literally but…” she looked over at her, “Do you miss your family?”
“Hey, I’ll do it if you do.” she grinned. “My girlfriend might not like it either–but when else are you going to get a chance for this to happen?” She asked smirking. “Oh everything catches my eye.”
Ryan looked over at her for a moment before nodding once, “Yeah, you’ve got a point.” she said before hopping up with ease, her boots causing the dust to flurry up as she did. “Come on then.”
“I think I’m just dehydrated and haven’t eaten. I’m good. Yeah, you look a little pale. You alright?” Riley asked gently, brushing some hair from the other’s eyes.
“Well then you must fucking do that.” she said determinedly as she sat up a little, “I always look pale…and I’ve eaten my fair share today, trust me.” Her blue eyes followed her hand for a moment as it brushed her hair, “Come with me to get some water, yeah?”
