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elliott was more than a little drunk by the middle of the party, and so when he saw the young woman waving her arms at him he did a double take, just to make sure he wasn't full-on hallucinating. as he realised that yeah, she was actually flagging him down, he was struck once more by how weird gravity falls was.

either way, he slid into the seat across from her, and leaned towards her.

❝ okay, shoot. you got questions, i maybe have some of the answers. ❞  he said, shooting her a grin that he hoped helped to conceal just how many caveats his reply had contained.

trinh chomped at a hotdog, watching the people intently. she had seen the man of the hour himself just a while ago, but couldn’t quite muster the confidence to say hi. for someone that would like to know more, trinh didn’t have it in her to ask alfonso directly. maybe part of it was that she was scared of what the answer could be. anything beyond normal just meant that every hair that stood up on the back of her neck all these years was right – there’s something amiss about gravity falls. 

the sinking feeling she gets every time she sees the posters has come back. plopped up on her table, she spots someone walking by and decides to recruit them in her mission. there wasn’t anything wrong with that, right? she starts ti wave her arms up and down, trying to get their attention. “hey, over here! i just have a question if you’re free?” she called out.

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elliott had been happy to leave the drink-slinging to someone else on this particular night, but he still found himself reaching across the counter to snag a second beer when the bartender wasn’t looking. it was too long a wait, anyways. he’d only just got his feet on solid ground again when he spotted the sheriff.

tipsy enough to put any previous interactions he’d had with police behind him, elliott sidled up to the man and cheersed both of his beers against the man’s own glass. upon hearing jack’s protest elliott opened his arms in a shrug.

❝ come on, dude, not even a little bit? not even like, one little detail? ❞  he asked, before taking a deep swig of one of his beers.

—AT HIS secretary’s demand request, Jack was doing his damnedest to just enjoy himself. He’d left the badge at HOME, a vain attempt at both keeping himself in civilian mode, and keeping the townsfolk off his back. Not that that had stopped them from whispering among themselves the entire party. Jack didn’t mind the gossip, so long as he wasn’t being asked to dish it out. You could never stop it in a town like Gravity Falls. It was just how people were. 

Jack had just finished getting himself a drink (cranberry juice & ginger ale). He was around to head back into the crowd to mingle, but found his path obscured by a body. “oh no, I know that look,” The sheriff said, raising a brow, the note of suspicion clear in his voice. “I’m sorry but I really can’t discuss Mister Hardy’s case, regardless of the purpose of the party,”

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is that CHARLIE DAY? nah, they wouldn’t come out to gravity falls. it’s just ELLIOTT BELL, the THIRTY-SEVEN year old BARTENDER at SKULL FRACTURE. people ‘round here sure do love to talk  —  i’ve heard they live in a HOUSEBOAT ON LAKE GRAVITY FALLS, and that they’re CREATIVE & HONEST as well as HYPERACTIVE & ANXIOUS. but when i think of the HUMAN, all that comes to mind is: the burn of cheap whiskey, scuffed second-hand sneakers, a skateboard trick gone wrong, well-worn blankets in winter, pocketbooks with dog-eared pages, flipping a cassette to the second side, rain on a metal rooftop. the CIS MAN’S always blasting YOU'RE NOT STUBBORN by TDCC when i walk past. no one thinks there’s anything strange going on with them, but i know better.   ( zoey, 23, est, she/they )

hey, i’m zoey, and here's an intro to elliott !!

he’s got a stats page here, a playlist here, and a full bio here if you want the full bit but the tl;dr version is:

*** both the full bio and the below bullet-point: TW parental death TW car accident

he was born and raised in rhode island, new york until he was 13, when his mother died in a car accident. after this the family moved to portland to be closer to his father’s family. end TW

he’s got ADHD, always had it, and it went undiagnosed until he went to college so his public / highschool years are full of report cards like ‘elliott’s a very bright, friendly child who could probably be an excellent student if he’d stop goofing off in class’

he also has dyscalculia, the most obvious manifestations of which are his trouble telling time on an analog clock (he never really learned as a kid and still has to really think it out as an adult) and his complete inability to do any mental math. he can do basic math if he writes it out, but he can’t do even addition in his head.

the one area where he really excelled was in music and theatre, and in high school he learned to play a number of instruments including guitar, piano, and drums. 

he went on to attend portland university for music composition, and when he started freaking out about graduation and what he was going to do afterwards, his girlfriend told him that she was going to go to law school. so he took the LSATs, managing to get a 154, which was good enough to get him in.

he ended up getting dumped, which sucked, but he found that he loved law school. he liked the practical and creative ways you had to problem solve, and liked that he got to help people.

after law school, he followed a friend to a law firm that went under barely three years later.

by now, he was a twenty-eight year old greenhorn lawyer trying to find work directly after the worst financial crisis of the century, with nearly 300,000 in school debt.

he decided to leave his portland condo to move to the much cheaper town of gravity falls, where he stayed with his sister who’d moved there a few years earlier until he found and bought his houseboat, a converted old tugboat called the lady discovererer (and yes, he’s tried to paint over that last ‘er’)

he was a jobber for a few years, trying his hand at finding a solid gig, looking for legal work when he could, but he eventually found a steady thing as a bartender at skull fracture.

he’s worked there seven years now, which is really long when you think about the place.

he doesn’t mind the clientele or the environment, and though he’s had to break up his fair share of fights, he’s also accidentally started a few. and a bar that doesn’t mind him drinking at work is a-okay with him.

he lives alone, if you ignore the family of opossums also living on the lady discovererer. (he doesn’t ignore them. he leaves bowls of dry cat food out for them, which they seem to love)

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what height is charlie day? “ i’m just about a smidge under 5′7″. i didn’t quite make it to 5′7″, and my dreams were crushed. ”

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charlie day as dan in ‘going the distance’

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me

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stealing is a crime AND drugs is a crime too BUT if you steal drugs the two crimes cancel out and it is like basically doing a good. trust me i am a lawyerman