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[just--beau]

huntermaddcx​:

location: the booze barn, lower level who: open | @madison-starters​

“So then once my bartender called in sick, I spent a solid hour seeing if anyone else could make it in, but they’re all busy as hell today or something,” Hunter rolled his eyes, giving a quick shake of his head. “Any way, I’m sorry about the slow service tonight. Like I said, your next round is on me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking over the patron before him. Tossing the rag he’d used to wipe down a spill down at the other end over his shoulder, the man spoke again. “Are you having a ‘drink the pain away’ kind of night or more of a ‘party ‘til the sun comes up’ kind of night?”

Beau had already downed a few drinks, at the booze barn and was a little giddier than usual, so waiting a bit for drinks wasn’t really an issue. He smiled up at Hunter. “Psh you don’t need to pay for my next round.” He said with a laugh. “You know me, making big bucks as a P.E. Teacher.” Another laugh escaped him. He thought for a moment, “Is there a middle ground where I’m not so depressed sounding?”

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coraleeeee​:

Coralee was so happy to see Beau, she wasn’t even sure if she saw him since she got back. “It’s called my new superpower, don’t you know?“ She giggled before she helped herself up after he stood her up. She grew a smirk on her face before slapping his hand away. “Beau beau! Don’t you know, you have to buy me a drink first.” She giggled, taking another sip of wine. “It’s so good to see you again sweet beau. It’s been so long!” She slurred before giving him a big hug. “Do you need a drink? I think you do!”

“It’s quite the superpower.” Beau hadn’t seen Coralee in what seemed like forever, so he couldn’t help but smile like crazy seeing her now. “I’ll buy you a drink if that’s what you want Coralee.” He teased. For some reason he always saw her as off the table so interacting with her was never as nerve wracking as it was with others. He hugged her back tightly. “It’s good to see you too.” He admitted, though he was a bit nervous that she’d already had a bit too much to drink. “I do need a drink, maybe I should just take yours?”

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southernxica​:

“I can relate to my planning period, not so much to that locker room smell though!” Leticia said with a laugh. She was incredibly grateful that her parents had never forced her into sports as a child, P.E. was truly the only subject she had never excelled in. “God, you’re lucky. I’m grateful to only have had to teach for June, but it was still just the worst having only a month of me-time.”The Chicana said with a pout as she stood up with help from her oar. “Well I hope you make sure they pay attention to my class this year, just as much as I hope you pay attention when I cross the finish line and kick your and Tate’s butts.” Lele was beyond confident to get that BBQ prize and end the day with a trophy and margarita in her hand.

“Be lucky, that smell never leaves your nose.” Beau shrugged a bit. He still found himself at school a couple of days almost every week. Especially know with practices starting back up, they liked having the athletic trainer on standby as often as possible. So he understood the ‘me time’ thing. Looking around he realized the race would be starting up again soon. “I let you say that to my butt, because you’ll be watching us from behind the whole time.” He teased, pulling himself to his feet. “I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line Miss Ortiz.” Beau said with a wave as he headed back to his teammate and a few minutes later the race began.

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librarianvickieg​:

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Vick was at the party and she was just genuinely having a great time bumping into people she knew and new people. She had a few drinks after barely drinking but she was enjoying it. She stood there as she got a refill for her drink as she stood there trying to gather her thoughts, it was definitely getting to the point where she was feeling a bit more then tipsy. As she stood there a familiar face turned up and it was the guy she went on a few dates with but had decided to just be friends. She for some reason didn’t know how to act around him, “Oh..Oh Hi, you having a good time?” She asked thinking why was she so lame.

When Beau spotted Vick, his mind immediately went to “Shit.”. It was always so awkward between them. He looked around for another familiar face, hoping to lose himself in a conversation before being spotted, but that didn’t really seem possible as everyone around seemed to be locked in their own conversations. He mused a small smile at her when she saw him. “Hey.” Beau dragged out the vowels before taking a sip from his own drink. “Good time. Great time.” He smiled again awkwardly. “We won the uh-thingy.”

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coachmitchum​:

“You probably could drop the ‘almost’ and the sentence would stand true,” Tate admitted, laughing a little at the thought of how crazy that whole afternoon had been. “Why would she come say hi to you, she was too busy tearin’ into my ass.” He rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips, knowing that Beau and Coralee had always been friends because of their association with him. It was the same reason Billie and Beau started becoming friends. Tate had essentially showed up to most things with Beau at his side after he moved to town, not letting anyone get away with shunning the new kid if he could help it. “You got a thing for her or something?” Tate squinted his eyes at Beau, watching his friend closely for a minute. It wasn’t too long, of course, because he was always circling back to his own issues like that. “I think I’m goin’ to. I’m gonna ask her out on a date.”

Beau shook his head, making a half-assed attempt at picturing it in his mind. “You ran the poor girl over, and then stuck your tongue down her throat?” Beau teased. “Quite the move my guy.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little at the thought. “She should’ve come said hi though.” Beau didn’t have a thing for Coralee per say. He’d been friends with her though from always being around Tate when they were younger. It wasn’t his fault she and Tate hadn’t worked out so, they had admittedly stayed friends. She was pretty, but that was beside the point. “I do not. Seriously.” He squinted his eyes back at his friend, mockingly. “Good luck with that bro. For real, it sounds like you’ll need it.”

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chesneyrags​:

Okay, he was pretty adorable. Chesney found it endearing, the blush of his cheeks. “Ain’t that the truth,” she replied with a soft laugh. Giving a smile at his words, Ches moved to take her seat before pausing when she saw him coming to pull out her chair. The act of kindness caused her to warm up to him even more, knowing that he had manners. Not that her dad would’ve settled for anyone whose parents didn’t raise them a certain way, but still. It was cute. When he sat down, she sat her purse on the ground, crossing her legs at the ankles under the table. “Can we just call out the elephant in the room and agree that this is super weird? I hate blind dates. They’re always just so uncomfortable.” Chesney Ragsdale didn’t beat around the bush. She’d always been big on addressing the uncomfortable situations before her, something that some guys found impressive and others found to be a total turn off. Either way, she knew that if things got too terribly bad on the date, she could fake an emergency and have Bree call her in a heartbeat.

Gently pushing in her chair as she sat, Beau took a minute to take a deep breath before circling the table back to his seat. It was quiet for a moment, and Beau knew if he opened his mouth first, something stupid was bound to come out. So when she spoke, a sigh of relief escaped him that was only followed by a slight chuckle. “Oh it’s so weird. Blind dates are the worst.” Beau finally felt all the tension he’d been holding in his body leave him. “My Dad keeps trying to set me up on them, and obviously not a single one has worked out since, I’m, well, here.” Another laugh followed. “This place is not really my scene either.” He looked around at the fancy couples, really wishing he was chowing down on some pizza or a plate of BBQ in that very moment. His shoulders relaxed and he sat back in his seat a bit. Feeling much less like he was in the hot seat.

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chesneyrags​:

Chesney was never late. She’d actually shown up five minutes early to the date, but somehow the guy she was meeting still beat her there. She approached the hostess and nervously chewed on her lip, following her to the table where Beau sat. Chesney’s dad was constantly trying to set her up with guys he deemed ‘worthy’ of dating her. Most of the time, they were guys from Atlanta, sons of colleagues or even newer guys at the consulting firm he ran these days. She hated every single one of them, but this time, he’d picked a guy from Madison. That alone was reason enough for her to show up.

“You must be Beau,” she said politely, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry my dad made your dad put you up to this, but you can call me Chesney.” The joke was a weak one at best, but she had done this enough times to know that things could get awkward fast if she didn’t try and lighten the mood. The redhead smiled at the man standing at the table, offering her hand out to him. “It’s nice to meet you, officially. I swear I’ve seen you around town a few times, I just never knew who you were, exactly.”

Beau was about to pull out his phone and text Tate. Not because he was worried his date wouldn’t show, just because it would probably calm his nerves, or boost his own ego a little, but just as he reached for his phone he saw the hostess heading his way with a girl in tow. He swallowed hard, shoving the phone back into his pocket, but dropping it in the process. Beau leaned down quickly picking it up with a tinge of pink on his cheeks, a voice in the back of his mind telling him to remember to breathe.  “Hi, Yes I’m Beau.” His hand instinctively moved to shake hers, “Chesney,” he repeated. “Nice to meet you.” He let out a breath, and his shoulders relaxed a bit. “Dads be crazy sometimes.” Beau swallowed. Had he really just said dads be crazy? “Yeah, I definitely remember having seen you too. Beau walked around the table, and in making his mother proud fashion, pulled out the chair for Chesney, before circling back to his own seat.

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coraleeeee​:

being drunk at the kayaking races was definitely something she expected to do when coming back. but considering who coralee was now, there was no way she wasn’t. all that just brought up memories of old coralee in madison and it was not something she wanted to remember. she got her very large glass of wine in hand and walked around, since the judges wouldn’t let her run a kayak in “her condition” whatever that meant. but of course, coralee found herself stumbling and falling even. but luckily, someone was there just in the nick of time to catch her. “oh my goodness sweet beau!” she said excitedly, as she was still in his arms. “nice of you to drop by! or i assume it’s me doing the all the dropping.”

@just–beau​

Beau was admittedly quite tired. The race had come to an end, and somehow he and Tate had pulled out a W. A few people had congratulated him as he would through the crowd after helping Tate get their kayak on the trailer. “Thanks.” He mused to them as he passed by. Spotting Coralee a few feet away, he watched for a moment before realizing she was in fact going to trip and fall. Beau rushed over, extending his arms, catching her somewhat gracefully if he did say so himself. “Wow, all that falling, and you somehow managed not to spill a drop of wine. Impressive.” He smirked slightly, still holding her in his arms for maybe a moment too long before clearing his throat and standing her back up to her feet. 

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location: indulge restaurant tagged:  @chesneyrags​

“I have a reservation, it should be under “Gideon”, or “Ayers”?” Beau nervously spoke to the hostess as he looked around. He wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to let his dad set him up on yet another blind date. Though there wasn’t much arguing to take place seeing as how his dad had already made the reservation. “Thanks.” He mused softly to the hostess who had told him it would just be a minute, still not quite sure who he was waiting for, but he knew it was a girl, and his father had claimed she was very pretty. Beau checked his watch. Dates made him uncomfortable, and fancy restaurants where he had to wear a suit and tie, also made him uncomfortable. Why his dad had agreed this would be a good spot was beyond Beau’s understanding. Each time the door opened, He stood quickly from his seat to greet whoever was walking in, and though it had only been couples so far, his nerves were quickly getting the best of him.

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kenzie-davenport​:

location; kayak races with; @just–beau​ - closed

Mackenzie Davenport was not good at kayaking. She was not even decent at kayaking but for some reason she and Magnolia entered the race every year, totally confident in their abilities. And every year they spent more time in the river flipping their kayak back over and trying to stay afloat than they did actually kayaking. By the time she finally made it ashore, everyone else was long done and waiting on her and Mags to get there so they could all get back to town. “Well congratulations Mr. First Place!” Kenzie smiled as she approached Beau, shaking the water from her hair. She’d already seen Tate bragging about their win and she had a feeling that his partner deserved just as much of the praise as he did.

“What’s the secret to stayin’ upright in those things? We tipped our three times this year.”

Beau assumed the congratulations was aimed for Tate upon hearing it, but was pleasantly surprised when he turned, and realized Tate wasn’t actually anywhere around. “Oh, heh Thanks.” He smiled a bit at the realization that Kenzie was in fact quite water-logged. “Three times?” His jaw dropped slightly. He hadn’t seen too many kayaks tip, but then again he and Tate had held first for quite awhile. “Here.” Beau pulled a towel from his bag and handed it over to her. “And I guess the secret is just riding with a winner,” he gestured towards Tate. “I think I might’ve been killed if I were the reason for Cap going and getting his hair all wet.”

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coachmitchum​:

“It wasn’t exactly a date,” he admitted, blushing every so slightly. “I was out for a run and sorta bumped into her. You know, literally bumped into her. Then we started talking and I didn’t want to stop.” Beau Ayers was one of maybe three people who could tease Tate and get away with it untouched. He’d always been there for the guy, from the very beginning of their friendship. “Well, see, Florence and Coralee both sort of found out and I’m pretty sure they’re going to kill me if I see her again. Coralee even showed up at practice to yell at me. I gotta see her again, Beau, I can’t stop thinkin’ about her.”

“You literally bumped into her. Like almost ran her over?” Beau bit his lips together to keep from laughing more, because he knew Tate was being serious about this. “Cap, man. I don’t know what to tell you.” It truly didn’t surprise Beau that this had all gone down. Tate seemed to find himself in this sort of situation all the time. “Wait a second, Coralee was here and didn’t come say hi to me?” Beau objected for a moment, “Sorry not the time.” He winced slightly. “I mean, seems to me like you should see her again.”

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southernxica​:

Lele looked down, embarrassed at the fact that the joke had fully gone over her head. “Nah, I don’t want my snacks to get wet! Too valuable for that, plus it’s just going to distract me from the prize.” She said with a smirk as she started to tie up her hair in a ponytail. The Chicana had wanted to stay in touch with her coworker after the school year had ended, but with summer school and planning she just had been too busy to send him a simple text. Or maybe that’s what she told herself when she was too chicken shit to send him a text almost every night. “I’ve been good! Busy planning and writing my syllabi for the new school year, you know how it is. How about you? Busy helping the team train for the new year?”

“Sometimes snacks are a great distraction. Like when it’s your planning period and the locker room really smells like a mix of chlorine, body odor, and way too much axe body spray. Then it’s a great time to go find some snackage.” Beau said with a laugh. The smell so very memorable to him that his nose scrunched a bit as he explained it. “Yeah I’ve done a bit of planning too. I don’t really hand out a syllabus or anything though.” He shrugged a bit. “Luckily I didn’t end up having to do any summer school teaching this year though.” He looked out at the water, mentally prepping for the time he was about to spend in a kayak with a potentially shirtless Tate. “Yeah Tate’s boys are shaping up. I’m happy to help where I can, mostly to make sure nobody gets hurt, and to help wherever Cap needs.”

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billiedawson​:

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CLOSED

“No. No way! Na uh. That is not how it happened. Definitely not. You’re mistaken”. Billie wrapped her lips around the straw that was inserted deep into her milkshake, shaking her head so vigorously in denial that one of the dragonfly pins in her hair dropped onto the table beside her. She pretended not to see it for a moment, glancing away from Beau’s stare in an attempt to keep up with pretenses but it wasn’t long before she caved. “Okay, its possible my hair did in fact get tangled in the head piece and that’s why I had to wear it for the rest of the school day. But that is between you and me”. Though her cheeks were flushed it was not in embarrassment but in amusement. There was very little that could embarrassed Billie Dawson and if anyone was well aware of this it was Beau. 

Billie couldn’t remember how they became friends exactly only that Beau didn’t have much of a choice in the matter once Billie had decided on it. She did remember she’d been the one assigned to show him around on his first day which in hindsight wasn’t the best idea considering spent the entire day attempting to entertain him with cheesy bits and asking him all sorts of wildly imposing questions. If he had been in any way uncomfortable she hadn’t recognized it and she definitely hadn’t been a very good guide. 

“But you have to admit I was a way better mascot than Patrick, I swear he had literally no showmanship what so ever. I brought pizzazz to that game” she barked out a laugh just thinking about her impromptu dance number inside that hot suit. She asked Beau to meet her at Norma’s so that they could catch up over milkshakes and eventually their conversation had shifted to their time in high school. Specifically the time Billie had volunteered to fill in for the team’s mascot. Between Beau and Tate Billie never missed a game and she had jumped at the chance to cheer for them closer to the field and in costume. It had been a dream. That was until she tried to get out of the suit. 

“Oh that’s definitely what went down!” Beau laughed. The joy that exuded from Billie was always so infectious and it was one of Beau’s favorite things about spending time with her. He never doubted that he’d leave time spent with Billie and not have a smile on his face. It was usually quite refreshing, now being one of those times. 

Eyes narrowing at his friend, Beau knew he was right, a small smirk of a smile crept onto his face as he waited seeing how long it would be until she cracked. It had been one of his favorite funny memories from high school there was no way he was going to be proven wrong. He could still picture her bopping down the hall in just the mascot headpiece. Nothing phased her and he envied that a bit. His attention quickly flipped to the pin that had fallen from her hair. If he wasn’t on the field, or teaching a gym class it was quite often that Beau became easily distracted by things like that. 

“See, I’m glad you admit it. because I remember that like it was yesterday.”  Taking a long sip from his milkshake, he shook his head at his friend. “And you were a lot better than Patrick. He had a weird nervous energy, and I’m sorry to tell you this now, but I’m pretty sure he puked in that headpiece at least three times, and I was only there for two years.” A wide smile appeared on his face as he waited to see how Billie would react to this new information. Though it was very likely something that someone else may have told her at some point. “You could be a mascot professionally. Or at least come down and give the new kids pointers.”

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dobo-mi​:

@just–beau​

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With her phone pressed gently to her ear, Bo-mi let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head in fondly at the voice speaking to her from the other end. “I’m not saying I don’t understand the logistics of football what I’m saying is I don’t understand the appeal,” though her statement wasn’t false there was definitely a slight hint of jest in her tone. It may have seemed odd that she was currently talking to Beau on the the phone when she was in fact strolling down Main to meet him for lunch. She had only called to let him know she was nearing their meeting spot and somehow they had got to talking about some game she had attended of his while they’d been in school. She’d never been much of a sports fan, she could follow a few baseball games only because she found the states and averages aspect interesting from a mathematical standpoint. But football? If she hadn’t been friends with Beau in high school, one of her only friends, the number of games she’d gone to would have been zero. When she rounded the corner and spotted her friend she smiled, hanging up the phone and continuing the conversation. “I mean, isn’t it hot under all that padding” this time she was fully teasing. “Is this where we’re eating, because I’m starving” 

A long sigh escaped him, Beau had made numerous attempts to convince Bo-mi that football was worth her time. “That’s it, I’ve tried everything.” He mused. “I’m this close to giving up on you.” He shook his head as he spoke into the phone knowing full well that she wouldn’t see it. Beau ended up arriving pretty early, which was purposeful as he had a couple places he needed to stop on Main before meeting up with Bo-mi for lunch. Lunch had kind of always been their thing. She, being one of the first people Beau met outside of the football team. He caught sight of her just as he heard the click of the phone call ending. “Yes, it’s hot. That’s why every player is absolutely drenched in sweat by the time the game ends Bo-mi.” His laugh echoed as he tucked the device back into his pocket. "Yeah if you’re hungry we can just eat here.” He shrugged, very nonchalant about it even though that was lowkey what his plan had been. Maybe if he purposefully sat outside the place he actually wanted to eat, then that’s where they’d end up. Beau stood from the bench he’d been sitting on, moving toward the door to hold it open for his friend. 

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coachmitchum​:

Tate knew Beau had a point, but he wasn’t going to justify it with a response. Not when he was trying so hard to pretend he wasn’t actually right. The reaction from Beau meant that he hadn’t heard, and Tate was honestly grateful. This kind of thing spread fast around Madison, but he wanted to control as much of the story as he could, at least with the ones whose reputations he cared about. “Man,” Tate said, groaning at his joke, even though his lips pulled up just slightly, “don’t say it like that! It makes me sound like some kind of creep. I swear that wasn’t even on my mind when it went down.” He shook his head, sitting on the edge of the chair and resting his elbows on Beau’s desk. “If I thought for one second that we were going to end up making out, I wouldn’t have taken her to the town square. We were just hanging out, kind of flirting a little, and then I kissed her. She definitely didn’t want to stop kissin’ me, though. What can I say? I have that effect on women.” Even in a moment like this, Tate Mitchum couldn’t turn his ego off for too long.

Unable to keep from laughing a bit, Beau smiled at his friend’s response. He found it more than a little funny, that Tate had essentially made his way through each of the Davenport girls. Though it seemed to be a bit of a touchy subject for his friend. As Tate shifted in his seat, Beau followed suit, leaning closer to his friend. They probably looked like a couple of teenage girls gossiping in the lunchroom, but it definitely didn’t feel like it at the time. “Making out isn’t just permanently part of the ‘Tate date’ plan?” Beau teased, providing air quotes where necessary. As much as he loved his friend, and being there for him, teasing him a bit as well was just part of it. An eye roll was illicited from Beau at Tate’s egotistical comment, which was quickly followed up by another small laugh from Beau. “Oh you have an effect do you? Well man, I don’t know what to tell you. If you’re not mad you kissed her, and she was seemingly into it, where’s the real problem?” Beau knew there was more to it. There had to be.

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southernxica​:

She had a huge smile on her face as her coworker approached her kayak. Though the Chicana usually wasn’t a fan of the football department, specifically head coach Tate who always was so gungho on getting his players passing with perfect grades even though they never paid attention to her course or did the homework- aka the minimal effort. But Beau was different, he was always kind and understood where Leticia was coming from; plus, whenever he came into her classroom for any of the Mexican candies she had set in a bowl he’d always converse with her first and stay for a bit while gnawing on his lollipop, unlike some of the other members of staff who’d usually just take a candy and peace out. “Y’all have got a snack drawer? I’ve only got a huge thing of gatorade in here, but thanks for letting me know your team’s weakness so I can get that first place.” Lele said with a teasing wink.

"No I just meant, since your classroom has snacks, maybe your kayak would too." Beau blushed slightly feeling awkward that he hadn't been more specific. "But gatorade huh? That's the winner's fuel?" He quickly attempted to change the topic, though it wasn't an extreme change when he really thought about it. "I'm more just along for the ride, Tate's the one in charge over there." He motioned toward heir decked out kayak, smiling at Lele. He hasn't really gotten too much of a chance to chat with her lately, what with school being out for the summer, so it was really nice to catch up even if just for a bit. "How's your summer been so far?"