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rempvlski

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 as it goes down but the warmth it brings his body outshines it. he fishes into his pocket and shoots over a ten dollar bill. his eyebrows raise while she goes through what she believes should’ve been the beginning of their interaction and he grins. ❛  hi jina, how are you doing? how was your shift? any nuisances? ❜  although he’s late to ask, he’s genuinely curious. it’s been a while since he’d been around her, or anybody else for that matter, and he was slightly embarrassed by his lack of appearance in his friends’ lives. ❛  hm, here’s fine. spent too many days holed up in my apartment already. also, if you’re gonna hit me over the head today, i’m gonna need witnesses. ❜

she shoots him an exasperated look. “i’m alright, only nuisance was someone who didn’t know the difference between a white russian and a moscow mule,” jina shook her head, silently chastising herself for letting herself complaint in while she was on shift. though if she were honest with herself, the shift had dragged longer than necessary. there was maybe one... two other people still lingering around, and her coworker for the day could take care of their tabs without her help. she refocused on finn, his comment drawing a half smile to her face. “if i hit you over the head, it’s because you weren’t paying attention, and everyone will know it. what have you been doing in your apartment? working on something?” 

[cherryfiremae]

Where is the real you? All of you? Too much here. Too much there.

Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems

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@stfubenji​

it was almost routine now, the stepping up to the door, knocking once, twice, and then rapping repeatedly to get him to open up. once that mission was accomplished, she held up the bag in her left hand, filled with a couple of Tupperware boxes. “i brought you casserole. when was the last time you ate?”

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@lennoxharlowe​

jina moved to intercept the drink headed her roommates way, a hand on the other bartenders arm stopping them from passing it over. “she’s underage, don’t even think about it.” the words slipped from her mouth with a hard glance towards the younger girl. once her coworker slid past her to the other side, jina moved in front of lennox, chastisement barely held back and exasperation clear in her expression. “really? while i’m on shift?”

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jukeboxjulian

Julian hadn’t known Jina long, but as he watched her move so nonchalantly behind the bar, he realized why he’d befriended her in the first place. She was so calm and collected, like the effortlessly cool bartenders he saw in the movies. They were fairly close in age, but Jina had somehow managed to attain a demeanor of complete confidence in her 20-something years. Julian, on the other hand, stayed quiet as a mouse most of the time. He couldn’t imagine being in such a people-facing role.

He watched her move across the bar, little flourishes appearing here and there as she counted tips and wiped down glasses. “You’re really cool. Did you know that?” Julian blurted out, not caring how weird or out of place it sounded. “You remind me of why people think bartenders are cool. I kinda wish I had an energy like that.”

Jina’s comment piqued his curiosity. “Really? What kind of stuff do you play? I’ll have to stop by one of your gigs sometime. I’m in a band, so I wonder if we’ve played some of the same venues,” he remarked, drumming his fingers along the wooden edge of the bar.

He cracked a small smile at her question and leaned in slightly. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I actually don’t drink at all. I just saw you were here by yourself and figured I’d come entertain you.” With a pause, Julian furrowed his brow and stared off into space. “I’m… not the world’s best entertainer, though. So I might just be an annoyance to you while you clean the bar. Maybe I could tap dance for you. I used to be a dancer.”

there was something about julian that put her at ease. maybe it was just how entirely genuine he always was, a trait that she found admirable, if less than necessary. she did let out a little laugh, flattered by his compliment. “i was unaware that my cool factor was a cliche here,” she joked. “thank you for letting me know.”

his interest in her gigs made her stand up a little straighter. she wasn’t fooling herself into thinking she was the special snowflake who found solace in music, not here in this city, much less at a record store. “mostly covers,” she confessed. “top 40s stylized into something more akin to classic rock. you know the bulls head a few streets away? they’re always looking for live music on mondays.”

she picked up a glass and towel from behind her before turning back to face julian, halfheartedly trying to get rid of a beer stain on the side. jina offered an amused tilt of her head, “you’re entertaining me simply by chatting with me. no dancing needed. although,” with a quirk of her lip, she continued jokingly. “do you tap dance with your band? or are you all running with a different genre?”

closed starter || julian x jina

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chemiicalmace

MASON: WELL you made that seem easy MASON: john bonham is rollin in his grave right about now, but i gotta sacrifice em too. sorry, john. sorry to this man MASON: right let’s do this up a notch; green day, fall out boy, mcr… 😈

JINA: you’re impossible. who would you fuck and marry then? JINA: shoot. marry fall out boy, fuck green day, kill mcr. JINA: i lied. kill green day, fuck mcr. JINA: turnabout > fmk blink182, arctic monkeys, linkin park

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How many people have you ghosted?

“three that i’ve done on purpose because i didn’t like the dates i went on with them, many from new york, one because of um. other reasons.”

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if you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life, what would it be?

“oh god, why would you ask that? do you want me to have a heart attack or something? i’d have to say…. ella fitzgerald, live in paris volume 2. if you haven’t heard her sing how high the moon then you’re missing out on an experience!”

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Do you regret anything from your past?

“yes.”

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who annoys you the most at jukebox?

“one of these days easton’s going to tell me he’s actually punched a customer who’s going to sue him, and i’m not going to know what the hell to do.”

@eastonfish

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what did you want to be as a child?

“when i was three, i wanted to be an artist! so i guess that dream is still the same, just in a different kind of art.”

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what do you usually wear to sleep?

“what a way to start. i do have a roommate, so nothing scandalous. geez. pajama pants and a shirt.”

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Ask Jina!!

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[cherryfiremae]

                                 ———- no,                i’d rather  pretend  i’m something                better than these   broken   parts                                    pretend i’m something other                                     than this   MESS   that i am

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chemiicalmace

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MASON: ay here’s one for ya MASON: fuck, marry, kill… MASON: the stones, the beatles, led zep 🤔

JINA: oh sure, i was hoping for an existential crisis today JINA: fuck the beatles, marry rolling stones, kill led zep

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