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Mitch: Hm, yeah. Explaining is always hard.

Mitch: Probably? That doesn't sound too safe. Perhaps you should call someone? I'd offer to come help you home myself but it might sound a little creepy and shit.

Aya: exactky.

Aya: it's fine. it's not too far to walk,i'm justtired that's all. it's nice of you to offer, though it might be a bit weird.

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Mitch: I never said you would, it's just something that could happen. You know?

Mitch: Then start of small. Maybe work at a store, behind a counter. You could always become more. You're friends will help you.

Mitch: You think?

Aya: i wouldn't do that to him.

Aya: I don't now. i'll think about it? it's a lot to think about all at once. and then i'd have to explain it to him.

Aya: probaby.

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ohmonicas:

“You’re so cute,” Monica said suddenly, smiling at Aya’s blush, barely seen in the dimly lit bar, but Monica was also currently paying very close attention to her. “Aw, thank you. See this outfit? It’s brand new. It’s the only reason I’m here tonight. Have you ever done that? Bought new clothes and did something just to let everyone see it? Or someone special, hopefully,” Monica tacked on, always hopeful to find someone who caught her attention, though she rarely did. Aya was nice, though, and it seemed like she was the sweetest Monica was going to get for the night. “Aw, really? It’s okay! I’m not a very good dancer, either. All you have to do is wiggle your hips and throw your arm around to the beat and suddenly everyone thinks you’re… well, at least kinda good at it.”

That really just made Aya blush a little more, though she’d always shown her emotions a little too easily on her face. It was part of why she always came across as so easy to take advantage of. “I can’t say that I haven’t, no, but it really does look good on you. You look very nice. I’d probably want to show off a little too if I looked like that,” Aya settled with, nodding her head and wanting to be as nice as possible since Monica was one of the people who intimidated her the least in town. “Ah... I don’t actually go out dancing a lot,” she said, thinking about turning her down once again before she realized that maybe it was time to branch out a little more and try something new. “But I’d like to learn. Would you show me?”

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smhrory:

“You have some?” Rory’s entire face lit up in excitement, leaning closer to Aya. “Really? You’ll share with me? I’ll keep my lips zipped, promise,” he said with a nod of his head, even reaching up to pretend to do so, wiggling his eyebrows after. “I… horror movie?” Rory frowned, not sure how he felt about that, considering he hated them and scared easily… but that also meant more popcorn and snacks, plus the cookies he so badly wanted. “Yes, deal. I love horror movies. My favorite, and what better way to get in the spirit than the cookies and scary movies? Genius,” he slurred out, clapping his hands together. “You really are becoming my favorite person ever, you know that? Or second favorite because I already have a favorite that has to always be my favorite even though I don’t want them to be my favorite… but after that is quickly becoming you.”

“I just bought them yesterday after we finished decorating. Of course! I don’t know why I wouldn’t share if you want them that badly. Henry probably shouldn’t eat them all anyway.” She giggled at his pantomime, nodding her head a little. “Yes? I can’t take Henry to see that, but I really don’t want to go alone. It just looks... interesting. And you were my movie buddy last time so I thought...” she trailed off a bit, expression falling slightly before he agreed and then she was perking back up again. “Exactly, tis the season? We can go whenever you’re free.” She smiled at him, feeling strangely a lot more at ease around Rory when he was drunk than she felt around a lot of people. “Favorite person ever? I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s favorite person ever... or second favorite. All this time I just had to bribe them with cookies, who knew,” she said with another small giggle.

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Maya: How do you know it's not on anyone I know? I know a lot of people, Ays. Or, a reasonable amount.

Maya: It's cute. I'm sure it'll pass soon, I wouldn't worry too much about it. You're lonely and you're going to try to find something in other people, I'm assuming.

Maya: Great! We should do that sometime. You seem like a cute drunk. Not that you aren't already adorable enough sober.

Aya: i'm pretty sure. i wouldn't worry about it.

Aya: i guess so. i hope so. i'm staring to think that it might just be a sign of a very real problem theough.

Aya: ...

Aya: haha i dn't know about that.

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txt // malia

Malia: The main guy? He's not really my type. Something about his face annoys me.

Malia: Me? Too nice? That's a first. I think it's true. Whether or not it's some facade to impress everyone.... :/

Aya: no no ot him. the other one.

Aya: i think you're nice. you'e pttinng up with me while i'm drunk so points in your favor. and you don't have to work to impress me, you're just an impressive person.

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txt // malia

Malia: Maybe at one point. You can keep going.

Malia: Well, yeah. Who else?

Malia: I wouldn't say so, no. You're kind. You take very good care of your kid, from what I've seen, which means you're pretty giving. You seem to care about people a lot, if your stars thing means anything. There's probably more, too. Everyone's got more than one thing, it's up to other people to see that, I think.

Aya: it's okay.

Aya: i don't know that many celebriteis. the one from that one show is very cte. the one about the super hero that moves reall fast.

Aya: you're too nice. i don't know if i believe it, but i appreciate tat you said that.

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smhrory:

“You know what’s bad about me getting drunk?” Rory glanced over, doing his best to focus on the person he was speaking to with heavily slurred words. “I always get so hungry. I mean, I’m always hungry, but all I can think about now is those… are those, uh - Halloween cookies. The really soft ones with sprinkles, ugh…” He groaned at the thought, using the palm of his hand to slump over the bar. “How nice do I have to be to you to convince you to drive me to the store to get some? My dignity for the night is low, I’m just saying… I suggest you take advantage of it, darling.”

Aya never knew exactly what to think when it came to Rory, but she liked to think that he was nice. Even if sometimes he was a bit flirty, he never crossed any lines that made her too uncomfortable so she managed  to give him a smile when he approached her, though it quickly changed to confusion. “Halloween cookies?” she asked before understanding lit up her expression. “Oh, I know what you mean, we have some of those at home. I’m not sure if the store is still open, but you’re welcome to come over and have a few. Just don’t tell Henry I let you steal some of his cookies,” she joked lightly, having had enough to drink to loosen her up without making her unfit to drive. “I don’t know what I’d even ask for if I wanted to. ... promise to go out to see another movie with me? I really want to see this new horror movie I heard about, but I don’t want to go alone.”

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lincolnkelley:

“No, please, let me buy you a drink. After that long story I feel like it’s the least I could do.” Lincoln’s brows raised up and down before turning to the bartender as he approached for requests. “I’ll take a scotch and let’s get this girl a malibu bay breeze, I think rum may do her some good,” he spoke softly in a friendly tone before turning back to the brown headed woman. “I’m Lincoln, I guess we should introduce ourselves?” 

“You really don’t have to...” she tried again, but when he ordered her one, she really couldn’t keep arguing any more. Arguing wasn’t really in her nature anyway. “Thank you,” she eventually said, fiddling with the drink in her hand. “I don’t usually drink a lot. I sort of end up talking way too much when I do... as you probably noticed.” Slowly, she took an experimental sip, though actually not hating the taste of the drink. “Oh... I’m Aya. Sorry! I went off on that huge ramble and I never even introduced myself.”

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oliviahamon:

Olivia couldn’t help but hum happily the moment Aya’s arm wrapped loosely around her, not realizing the female was only trying to help keep her wobbly balance. “I can DEFINITELY make it that far” Her words were slurred but the goofy smile still remained on her usual collected features as she leaned against Aya, letting her guide her out of the bar and to the parking lot. A smell of a skunk seemed to tickle her nostrils making her whip her head around to find the source, which was obviously coming from an inner circle hidden at a corner of the parking lot, “Aya, please don’t let me get sprayed by a skunk.. I can’t afford to go through such… humility” Obviously, Olivia didn’t know what Marijuana was. 

“... okay,” Aya said, though not sure she trusted the other’s assurance in that moment since Olivia still seemed pretty wobbly on her feet and Aya doubted her own ability to keep her solidly in place should she trip somehow. Focusing on trying to pull out her keys without letting go of Olivia, Aya hadn’t smelled it at first, only glancing over at the other girl at her words and taking an experimental sniff. “... I’m not sure that’s a skunk you’re smelling,” Aya responded, aware of the drug even if she’d never done it herself. She had gone to high school after all. “We’ll just go around it, it’ll be fine,” she assured, directing the two of them perhaps the long way around the parking lot, but that seemed like a better idea at the moment.

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lincolnkelley:

His hand came to the back of his neck, turning it with a cringe worthy look on his face. Why oh why had he asked the person next to him how they were doing? Didn’t they know that it was just common courtesy to be polite? “Yeah, see, when I asked you how you were doing, I didn’t intend on being your therapist for the evening. I’d be happy to buy you another drink though if it will quiet you down.” 

“Oh!” Aya found herself replying, immediately stopping her stumbling ramble about whatever was going on in her life. She didn’t usually talk quite that much, but a little bit of alcohol always seemed to bring out the more extroverted sides of her personality. “Sorry,” she said meekly, nodding her head slightly to show that she understood and scooting slightly away from him so as not to be a bother. “I really didn’t mean to just keep going on and on... I guess I just got too caught up in waiting that I forgot to stop myself. It’s okay, you really don’t have to buy me anything.”

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mayamerlo:

Maya’s relationship with Aya was… strange. At least on her side, considering Aya never seemed excited to be around her, or - well, she couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but Maya found it cute, anyways, so she found herself coming back more and more, offering to spend more time with her in hopes that it would loosen her up. The texts she’d received before had only inspired her to invite her out for the night, and now she was sitting alone and waiting for Aya to show up, impatiently tapping her nails against her glass. When Aya suddenly appeared, grabbing onto her arm, Maya let out a huff, looking at her in confusion before peering up at the strange man who seemed to be eyeing Aya like she was something he wanted to rip apart… or at least that’s how Maya saw it, but any creepy look from a man was far too intense in her book. “Is he bothering you?” Maya’s gaze shifted to concern, looking at the other girl before peering up at the guy again. “We get it. You’re so desperate all it takes is seeing a pretty girl and your dick’s hard, and you have no impulse control because your father taught you that girls are nothing but a piece of meat, but sadly for you, this girl’s taken. Very gay, actually, so there’s a negative a thousand chance of you getting into her pants. Or seeing me get into her pants, weirdo, so don’t even open that mouth of yours just… shoo.” She gave a quick gesture, before immediately looking away, not even caring what he did next. “I was starting to think you stood me up.”

At the question, Aya at first had opened her mouth to say that it was fine, but it was pretty clear from her body language that she was uncomfortable and finally she found herself nodding. Of course Aya had watched Maya turn down plenty of men in the past and she knew that the girl was good at being blunt and  harsh when the situation called for it, but she couldn’t help the bright blush that appeared on her features as the girl went on. For a moment part of her even forgot that it wasn’t real and she could feel her heart rate picking up before she talked herself into calming down again. “What she said. I’m not... I’m really sorry but I’m not interested,” she ventured, confidence to say that only coming from the fact she was still holding onto Maya and trusting that nothing bad would happen with her there, a naive hope maybe. “Stand you up? I would never. I just... I got drinks,” Aya said, gesturing to the glasses she’d set down at the table. “After all, you came all this way to spend time with me, so I thought I’d buy them tonight.” Giving the other girl a smile, she slowly released her arm and scooted over slightly, realizing she might have been too far in the other’s personal space. “I can... move to the other side now if you want me to.”

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darkrozco:

“Imagination, huh?” Rozco laughed at that, though not for an condescending reason. Glitch already had quite the imagination–if one would call it that. “He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, he’s got so many stories. I’m teaching him how to write so that he can keep track of them. For now, he likes to record himself speaking when no one’s around. Funny, isn’t it?”

“Yeah... kids have it a lot more than we do, or at least that’s what I’ve come to think,” she said, meekly trying to defend her words until he went on, making her perk up slightly. “Really? That sounds adorable... and who knows, maybe that’s a sign that someday he’ll be a famous writer or something like that! It’s always exciting, isn’t it? The idea that kids have their whole lives ahead of them, who knows what they could do.”

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ohmonicas:

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Honestly, Monica didn’t get drunk often at all. She always felt strange letting go of her total control over herself, even if she was strangely more tolerable after too many drinks. On top of that, men were creepy in bars most of the time, but they always seemed drawn to her, so rather than going anywhere near them, the more she drank, the more she gravitated towards Aya, instead. Dancing around, carelessly, she moved closer to the girl, smiling at her once they were close enough to hear each other. “You look a little lost,” she pointed out, still bouncing around on her toes. “Need a friend? You look super pretty tonight, by the way. I mean, you look pretty every time I see you. Do you wanna dance? We should dance!”

Here she was at the bar again, Aya didn’t know why she kept ending up there except that she had a need to do something other than sit around at home knitting like she was already a grandmother. Even still, for how much she wanted company, Aya kept to herself for the most part, almost jumping a little when she heard Monica’s voice. “I... maybe a little,” she admitted with a small laugh, always feeling more comfortable around Monica at least. Her cheeks flushed a little, but she definitely did need a friend and a female one who could help keep guys from hitting on her helped even more. “Thank you... you do too. Look pretty tonight. Not that you... you always do. I don’t really dance though. I’d step all over your feet so I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

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Maya: ... do you have a crush?

Maya: I'm getting the feeling you have a crush.

Maya: I feel like that's normal. Your husband IS always away. It's normal to start drifting every now and then... probably. I've never been married. Could be a very bad thing.

Maya: Oo, we should!

Maya: Wait, why not? Why would it be a bad idea?

Aya: ... a little one.

Aya: not on anyone you know.

Aya: i don't know. i've never really thought about it before. i guess aybe i should have seen it coming. i just dont know what to do about it.

Aya: ... i don't know. never mind. i'm sure it wold be fine.

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Mitch: Sure, but they're not as strong as they once were, or so I imagine.

Mitch: You'd lose your son by cheating, by continuing to stay into a somewhat loveless marriage which would end up screwed up in the end. If anything, ending this now would save him.

Mitch: You have friends right? It's not as if you're going to end up on the streets alone, especially with your son. Plus, jobs are not that hard to come by around here.

Mitch: If you're really that worried, stay with him. This is just advice from someone who doesn't know you, your husband or the other person.

Mitch: You okay to get home though? You're obviously drunk.

Aya: ... i guess.

Aya: i wouldnt hcheat on him. we just need to alk about thins i guess? maybe? but leaving him would mean not being ale ot support myself.

Aya: ... what f you've never had a job before? and i dont want to be that much of a bother on anyone.

Aya: i know. thank you for trying to give me advice, but it's too complicated for an easy solution. I think i'm better off where i'm at.

Aya: i think so?

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Mitch: All good points. But, don't you think it would hurt him more if you continued to stay with him despite having feelings for someone else?

Mitch: In the ends, someone is going to get hurt. It's inevitable. Your son though, he should be fine. Plus, wouldn't you rather do it now whilst he doesn't really know what's going on or when he's old enough to know.

Mitch: If you say so.

Aya: it doenst mean i don't have feelings for him.

Aya: no that's not the point. what if i do't get my son. things might end badly and i dcan't support him so in that case... i'd just rather have him around than worry about anything else. priorities.