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jadevassr​:

Picking the underside of the bottle cap with her nail, Jade let out a huffed sigh in frustration. Bang! A sudden rush of bubbles foamed from the now-open Apple Orchards as the lip of the bottle met the hardwood table in front of her. “Cleanup on aisle six!” she declared, raising her bottle in salute to no one in particular and taking a long gulp. “God, this is just a step-up from the shitty PBR back in Winthrop. Do you think there’s a bus out here so we can storm Area 51? I’m really looking into pulling a Fox Mulder out here in the desert, if I’m being honest.” @holbrooktm​

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adam watched jade pop the bottle open off the table with an amused smile on his face, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.  this bar’s food was amazing.  or maybe he was just starving?  would explain why he was already feeling buzzed after a couple beers.  whoops.  “i admire the death wish, but i’m pretty sure you’d just disappear and never be heard from again.  and not in the fun and sexy gone girl way."  deciding this was a very serious topic, adam spun his chair around so he was resting on the back like a 90s after school special.  “best case scenario, you get abducted by aliens.  worst case, the government thinks you’re a spy.”

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kvlseymarlowe​:

Kelsey was just the right amount of buzzed to do some exploring, tiring of dancing in the saloon and still nowhere near drunk enough to consider stepping near the mechanical bull. Silver Spur had looked interesting enough when she’d arrived, but as the sun had set so much more was revealed. It was on her way out of the saloon when she stumbled a bit directly into a shoulder, apology already on her lips. “Shit are you o— Adam!” Kels cheered, smiling up at him. “Perfect person for this, honestly. You’re tall enough to scare them from actually like, murdering us but not scary enough to send them running so —” A pause, eyes bright. “Anyway, wanna ghost hunt with me? Not like Ouija board or anything, but I wanted to go check out where they keep saying all the haunted stuff is.” @holbrooktm​

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adam had probably spent more time at this fucking middle of nowhere saloon bar than he’d ever spent at any one bar in preaker.  even though home for him was less wild west ranch and more one horse ohio town, he felt a sense of familiarity.  he’d been out on the porch, smoking a joint and wondering if pot was legal in nevada — it seemed everything else was, in his defense — when he’d decided to go back inside for another drink.  or at least, he tried to.  but then he ran into kelsey.  his mind almost immediately went to the night they almost hooked up and a small grin formed on his face.  maybe tonight would be the night?  and then he realized she was talking.  complimenting him?  backhandedly?  “oh!  ghost hunting?  sure.  i mean, if you’ve got the ouija board, i’ve always wanted to try it.”  adam never got the hype over them being evil.  “but yeah.  let’s hit the ol’ dusty trail.”

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harrisonhadlee​:

                   They were setting off a few bottle rockets and fireworks— him and a few other guys, down closer to the brush, deciding against lighting them up near the barn or the stables. Someone had made a point: if the owner of the premise decided to come after them they’d have ample time to run and scatter. Almost comedically they had briefly gone out to get things they’d all need, Harry, set on finding a few bottles for them to use as mounts. Last one back had to be the one to set them off, or so that was what had set a little fire at Harry’s heels. With his new hat still on and his shirt unbuttoned a notch, he looked a little disheveled, more so just appearing taxed from the western heat as he made it to the bar. He collected a few glass Coronas, fingers grabbing them at the necks before he turned. He looked out amongst the crowd and then down at the drinks he’d paid for. He could’ve just picked a few from the trash, he figured, but here they were, gold, gleaming, and realizing he had no intention of pouring them out he turned to whoever was standing beside him, “— Do you want to help me drink one of these?” He asked, really only looking at them then, his keenness to return to the desert sand and the rocks leaving his awareness closer to faint than really discernible. The last of the trio would be dealt with later, but for now he knew he could at least try to eliminate two of them.

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adam personally thought that the mechanical bull should come with a warning that you should not ride it after an edible.  he swore he had beaten the record — he was a pro, he’d been on it for at least an hour, and that was a conservative estimate — but the employee in the bar claimed that he lasted four seconds.  he wanted to argue, but suddenly it occurred to him that if he didn’t go outside and get some air, he’d probably hurl right there in front of god and everyone and his good friend the bull.  so he saw himself outside, no doubt to the relief of the bartender, and bumped into . . . ah, fuck.  what was his name?  the tall man from the library.  he’d been rude, and adam wasn’t a fan.  it seemed like darby hadn’t been either, but she wasn’t even in the same state right now, and the tall man was speaking to him.  “huh?  oh, sure.”  something in the back of his brain said that chugging a corona wasn’t the best idea, but he was thirsty.  adam blamed the metal beast inside.  “you, uh, try the bull yet?”  he asked, glazed eyes scanning the label before he took a drink.

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nicolettebeaumont​:

the blonde was more sober than she’d of liked to of been, but the night was still young and there was a magnetic glow that sat atop her shoulders like a perched bird. she was adorned in classic levi’s, a vintage pair she had found in paris while scouring a secondhand store, a givenchy white button down, and matching cow print boots and cowboy hat. she had taken liberty in exploring the desert grounds herself, finding leather chaps and a saddle hung over a wooden fence that was nearly giving in on one side further down. she made herself comfortable, hoisting up her petite body on the fence that was sturdy enough, clicking her heels together as her legs dangled. “say, hypothetically, how many drinks would it take for you to let me try shooting an apple off your head?” she asked out to the nearest person, brown eyes already fixating towards the shooting range bullseye’s that stood past the fence. 

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adam was loving everything about this trip.  it reminded him of home, minus all the shit he hated about home.  he could be more himself, less pretending to be some stuffy richy rich asshole, and it just looked like he was blending in like a champ here.  he was drinking a bottle of corona and had grabbed a spare out of the cooler so he didn’t have to come back for a refill right away.  he glanced at the empty in his hand as nicolete spoke, a toothy grin forming on his face.  “uh, let me think.”  he did something he’d always wanted to try — using his belt buckle to open his beer bottle — and watched the cap hit the earth.  “lemme finish this.  wait.  how good are you at a bow and arrow?”  still, he tipped the bottle up and took a swig.

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ADAM HOLBROOK → silver spur ranch → country boy, i love you 👅

your mama will never understand why you had to leave but the answers you seek will never be found at home the love that you need will never be found at home run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

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darbyalbright​:

Since Adam had taken her out for food while she was admittedly, wasted, she hadn’t seen the boy. She didn’t even know how to feel about the make out that had happened at the party. Part of her relished it, the feeling of being waned by someone you wanted back. But then she thought of Izzy, the way he stormed out of the library after seeing them together. So she had avoided him for a few days, choosing to recover in her room on a steady diet of Netflix and Adderall. She managed to get a remarkable amount of work done, actually. But then she found herself in Winthrop, bottle of wine in hand knocking on his front door. “Thought we might pull an Alice part two. But with less drugs,” she told him as he answered the knock to his dorm, heading into his room, dressed in a pair of men’s boxers that she preferred as short and a white button down. @holbrooktm​

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adam tried not to think too hard about how darby had lowkey ghosted a little bit after the wonderland shitshow.  she wasn’t the first, wouldn’t be the last, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before.  maybe it was karma.  but he was kinda into her, so it sucked.  but he had papers on papers on papers to write, which kept his mind off of things for a while.  until she showed up at his door with a bottle of wine looking cute and mildly strung-out.  “so kind of you to visit, risky business.”  adam saved his work and shut his computer, figuring that the last essay could be done drunk and not hurt his grade.  he gestured over to his bed, scooting his desk chair over so it wouldn’t look like he was just immediately trying to bed her.  chivalry.  “so alice before the rabbit hole?”

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cashdunn​:

“The fire alarm in this section don’t work,” says Cash, who found out about this flaw in the system entirely by accident one day when he’d witnessed a moment of arson. “And the librarians avoid it.” And there was something about the atmosphere today – it was rain without rain, a damp that Cash was sure would get into his joints if he weren’t careful. So he was smoking inside. He nearly pointed out to Adam that he did, for the most part, not do shit like this, but it seemed more or less pointless, and besides, might come across as more of a protest than a statement of fact. He offered Adam his lighter.

adam regarded cash calmly for a moment.  “and how, dare i ask, did you find out that the fire alarm didn’t work?”  a vision of cash burning some ancient text crossed his mind, but he couldn’t actually see the other doing that.  probably.  then again, it usually was the ones you least expected.  “i have to imagine there’s a wild story involved.”  with a shrug, he took the lighter and lit his own cigarette.  

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sofiacardenas​:

Perched on top of a picnic bench just outside of the Winthrop apartments, Sofia had busied herself with scanning through one of her textbooks. Her dark eyes were quick-like and lax at the same time, as if studying was so simple that it was well beneath her. Which it would have been, if it wasn’t so fucking exhausting. “What I wouldn’t do for a caramel frap right now is almost terrifying,” Sofia sighed, rubbing both of her tired eyes with the back of her hands. “Seriously. If you told me to kill a man in exchange for Starbucks, I wouldn’t even hesitate.” @holbrooktm​

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adam was in the middle of making himself flashcards, his hand scribbling frantically as he skimmed through his notes.  being a senior in a gen ed was annoying, to say the least, but he wasn’t going to let it slip by.  adam cared too much about his grades  (or was it the imaginary bragging rights that came with good grades?)  not to take it at least semi seriously.  however, when sofia started complaining about starbucks, he practically ripped the index card as his pen scratched across it.  “i’m honestly not sure if you’re joking or not.  and for legal reasons, i don’t think i want to know.”

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darbyalbright​:

Shoulder of her gauzy dress slipping off, collarbones exposed and speckled with glitter like she was doused in champagne, she shot him a toothy grin. “Yeah. A shame he’s unable to appreciate my wit and only had eyes for my tits. At least you can be my character witness if I’m ever asked to prove my intelligence level,” she joked, eyes fluttering down towards the lighter and leaning forwards. She sucked in, exhaling smoke up towards the library ceiling, heart drawn on her lips forming a slight o. A laugh left her lips, looking over his costume. “Your head is safe for now. You’re one of the only guys that bothered to dress up. I’m so disappointed by the lack of effort,” she complained, reaching a hand out and straightening his jacket for him, tugging the boy slightly closer to her to examine the outfit. “you ant a drag?” She offered, holding her cigarette out for him.

he smirked, watching the smoke rise towards the ceiling.  “if i’m ever asked who’s got the greatest knowledge of women who chopped their shitty husband’s dicks off, i’ll be sure to point ‘em in your direction.  dude totally had it coming.”  adam allowed her to pull him in, a little surprised but fully on board with the action.  “yeah, well.  most of these guys think dressing up for a party makes them gay, or something.  gotta love toxic masculinity, right?  they’ll slap each other’s asses on the field, but putting on a costume is too far.”  with a tip of the imaginary hat, he accepted the cigarette.  not totally his thing, but he wasn’t averse enough to reject it when he wasn’t entirely sober.  “what a benevolent queen.”

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darbyalbright​:

She was completely in control of the situation and the boy, blue eyes icy as she stared him down, watching him practically wither like a wisp of smoke as he guffawed at her question, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. Easy grin met her lips at Adam’s statement,  shooting him a look over her shoulder as she finally released Ryan’s hand. “I agree. Could just pop it into my mouth and swallow it whole,” she concurred, taking a sip of her red-colored drink, blinking a few times, silvery eye makeup catching the light like a moonbeam. “I’d get out of here if I were you, Ryan. Might pull a Lorena Bobbit and chop it off,” she told him, the boy swiftly retreating, shoulders slumped at her rejection of him. Darby rooted into the pocket of her dress, vintage and stolen from her mother’s closet, retrieving and American Spirit, sticking it into her mouth. “You have a light, Adam? Beheading men makes me want nicotine.”

adam watched the exchange with equal parts fear and awe.  it was always a good time witnessing darby threaten the lives of men, so as long as he was never one of them, he was content.  “it’s a shame,” he said, watching ryan scurry away.  “i’ve got a pretty good feeling that he has no idea who lorena bobbit is.  not able to appreciate the reference.”  he took a big swig of his beer and fished in his pocket until he found his lighter.  “of course, your majesty.”  a reference to her costume, yeah.  and the fact that he lit her cigarette for her like a fucking simp.  but also his classic toeing the line between friendly and flirting.  friendly flirting?  yeah, probably.  “hope i’m not next on the chopping block,”  adam replied, gesturing at his best attempt at an alice costume.

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ADAM HOLBROOK → ALICE  (alice in wonderland)

i found myself in wonderland get back on my feet again is this real?  is it pretend? i’ll take a stand until the end

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hczcls​:

“Morally I know tattooing Martha Dumptruck on a guy’s ass while he’s blacked out is bad but,” Lottie’s shoulders shrugged lazily, fingers tracing the spirals of her notebook as she looked up at the person sitting across from her in the library, “But honestly who passes out at a party just, out in the open like that? Like its what he gets, he’s lucky i didn’t go for the forehead.”

adam glanced up from his book, fully not expecting the girl across from him to have spoken.  he’d muttered a  'is this seat taken?'  before sitting down and nothing.  “like . . .  write it in sharpie, tattoo?  or.  full on, break out the tattoo gun and go to town on that guy’s cheeks?”  he put a pencil in his textbook to mark his place, figuring that this was going to be an interesting conversation.  “a lot of people do.  that’s like, a third of the party population.  have you seen the amount of people with dicks on them?”

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darbyalbright​:

Furry jacket, stolen from a thrift shop, draped around her shoulders, Darby stared at the man in front of her with blank brown eyes. She was seriously regretting choosing to invite the football team to a Calloway party. She sipped her drink as he spoke, the man clearly oblivious to the signals of repulsion she was giving off, his mouth far too close to hers as he basically shouted into her face. Waving a hand at his sour breath, she grimaced, red lips forming an upside-down smile. His hand reached out to touch her, Darby snatching it with cat-like fast reflexes, examining his palm as her eyes grew wide. Her fingers traced over his palm, the boy looking at her oddly as her blue eyes examined it. “Whoa, do you see this? They call this line on your palm the Dick Line. Supposed to tell you how big it is. Looks like yours is itty bitty,” Darby rattled off, catching the gaze of the person closest to her as Ryan started on in confusion, devilish grin on her face like she had just blown out the birthday candles on your cake. “What do you think? Does Ryan here look like he has a prize hog or a baby carrot?”

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adam had been mid-conversation with darby when the idiot football player came up and started hitting on her.  it was a cringe fest to say the least.  and while he knew darby was more than capable of taking care of herself — something about the rabid look behind her eyes — he still had zero plans to leave her to her own devices.  he was white knuckling the bottle of beer in his hand when the guy tried to touch her, but his tension gave way to a grin when darby snatched the douche’s hand out of the air like it was nothing.  “ooh, good question.”  adam leaned in close, getting as close to the man’s hand as he dared, having little idea where it had been previously.  “i can barely see it.  i’m gonna guess tic tac?  that’s my final answer, regis.”

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cashdunn​:

Cash ashes his cigarette by the windowsill, then stamps it out when he hears someone move between shelves with footsteps that can’t be more than a few feet away. When he sees Adam come around the corner, Cash’s relief is almost palpable. He curls his hand around the lighter to shield it from the elements, which is entirely unnecessary in the library but Cash is as addicted to one habit as he is the rest. He nods hello, inhales and exhales directly out the open window, fights the urge to cough slightly. Does Adam smoke? Cash hasn’t seen him do it before, and Adam doesn’t really seem the type, but Cash holds out his pack of cigarettes anyway just in case. @holbrooktm​

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adam grinned as he approached cash.  he wasn’t expecting to find anyone in this corner of the library, but if he was going to have to socialize, he was glad it was going to be with his friend.  whatever feeble attempt at studying he was going to be doing would just have to wait.  oh well.  “i didn’t realize there was a smoking section of the library.”  adam took a seat next to cash and accepted a cigarette.  was it usually his thing?  no.  but he was bored and looking for something to do, so.  “i’m sure this would look a lot less sketchy outside, but hey.  i’m all about the vibe,”  he said as he lit up the cigarette and took a drag.  sometimes it was like he was making up for lost time, given that he didn’t have much of a rebellious streak in high school.  what else was college for?

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kvlseymarlowe​:

At least he wasn’t mad, that definitely would have been a shitty way to round out their encounter. Swapping his drink for her own, she laughed at the notion. “I think if anything we’ve done was going to give you cooties it wouldn’t have been the whole me drinking your coffee thing, Adam.” Her cheeks went warm for a second at the notion he might not even remember that night at that one party, and god wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of this? But it wasn’t like she was going to pretend it hadn’t happened. “Maybe I saved you instead considering whatever is in that cup of yours shouldn’t be legal.”

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adam chuckled, quickly remembering what it was that had attracted him to her in the first place — besides the pretty face.  “hey, you never know.  maybe you’d come down with a nasty case of the cooties since then.”  it didn’t entirely catch him by surprise that she remembered his name, but it did kind of make him feel bad that he had to hear the barista call hers.  but maybe she’d just seen it on his cup?  “what?  it’s just black coffee.  i’m super mature like that.”  to prove his point, he took a drink, but he pulled a face and nearly spit it out when he actually tasted it.  “oh god.  something is not right in there.  what the hell?”

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kvlseymarlowe​:

Kelsey heard her name called out at the counter, not looking up as she headed that way. Pink painted fingernails tapped away at her phone screen, determined to get out her long and rambling opinion on that viral harry styles cardigan sent before it escaped her. Far too into the message at hand, she grabbed the drink and sipped without doing the accustomed thing of pausing and actually reading the name on the cup. God, who drank pure battery acid? What even was this? Grimacing, she swallowed and glanced back to see her own incredibly sugared and caramel riddled drink still sitting and waiting for her. Well, fuck. The owner of the cup in her hand only a foot away, and not unrecognizable. “I am really sorry about that. I didn’t even look. Whatever this is i’ll replace it like, right now.” @yatesstarters​

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thank god the barista said her name, because adam had been wracking his brain trying to remember the name of the girl he’d made out with at a party a couple weeks prior since the second she walked into the coffee shop.  in a totally not stalker-ish way.  they’d clicked, made out, a disaster in winthrop took him away for a second and she was gone by the time they could go any further.  a travesty.  it wasn’t like they were gonna pick up right where they left off — not in public — but maybe he could at least get her number.  “hey, totally no big deal.  at least i don’t have to worry about you running off with it.”  adam laughed lightly, shoving his hands in his pockets.  “don’t even stress about it.”  he picked her own drink off the counter and held it out, offering a trade.  “unless you’re about to give me cooties, that is.”

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@aholebrook: anyone else ever take a break from an essay to do a keg stand and then go back to the essay? just me? cool hope my professor loves this paper