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lastoneyoudexpect·:

Monty didn’t bother asking questions. All he knew was that his friend needed chocolates, and by god, he was going to get some for her. 

The only problem was, it was raining so hard it was difficult to see more than five feet in front of his face. He could only hope he was on the right street when he thanked and paid his cab driver. He stepped onto the curb, only to realize he was on the wrong side of the street. He realized he must’ve looked somewhat odd to the strangers who could see him as he made a dramatic turn around to go the other way and cross the street (really, he blamed his long limbs.)

Finally, he made it to the store. Rain dripping off of his coat, he opened the door with extreme confidence that faded almost immediately.

“Well. This isn’t the chocolate shop.”

Sandy enjoyed the rain, especially when she didn’t have to be out in it. Not that she was exactly pleased to be at work, either, but she couldn’t complain. The diner was slow at the moment. She wasn’t sure if it would pick up before her shift was over or not, sometimes people came flooding in when it rained, sometimes they piled into cabs and headed assumably home to get dry. 

A couple of older men were drinking coffee at the counter and making pleasant conversation that the girl could help but eavesdrop on just a tad. She busied herself clearing and cleaning booths, humming along to the doo wop tune on the radio.

Her arms were full of empty plastic soda cups as the man entered, and her first thought was she would need to mop up the floor before someone slipped.

Brow furrowing at his statement, the blonde shifted to avoid dropping the cups. “...We have pie?” She offered, head nodding in direction of the glass display case.

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caughtinthestcrm·:

   Dodging out of the way just as she was about to bump into someone, Sadie managed to knock herself into the nearest wall, causing her to fall flat on her ass and her glasses to fall off. Trying to reach for her glasses while trying to ignore that pain that shot through her body, she could hear the stranger’s voice. “ It’s fine! It’s my own fault! I’m sorry for getting in your way. ”

“Oh my goodness!” Sandy dropped to her knees next to the younger woman, touching her thin shoulder softly. “Are you alright, did you hurt anything? Wait -- your glasses.” She noticed the frames sitting about a foot away and picked them up before they were stepped on. “I think they’re okay, at least.”

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rapscallicns·:

“Ok, so you just, sit, comfortably - and don’t worry about it ok? Relax.” Eliza taught a lot of kids. Usually younger though. She got less teenagers probably for the exact reason she had been trying to ease Sandy’s fears about. “We can start with something small. Do you know how to read music?”

Blonde curls bounced as she nodded her head, managing to relax her shoulders after taking a deep breath. It was silly to be so nervous! There was just something daunting about the black and white keys staring up at her. “Um, a little. I’m probably rusty, but I took choir in high school.”

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rapscallicns·:

“No, no, it’s never too late to start.”

It broke her heart any time someone brushed off or bashfully discarded the possibility entirely - it was like watching a dream fizzle out, she supposed. She wished that every person could have the opportunity to touch the keys, should they wish, and took it upon herself to make sure of that as much as possible.

“Tell you what - I’ll make you a deal,” Eliza offered. “I’ll teach you some scales, maybe a song - and if you don’t feel like it - any part of it - we can pretend it never happened.”

“Are you sure?” Sandy replied, nervously twirling a blonde curl. Taking piano lessons seemed like a good idea, but now that she was standing in front of the instrument she was suddenly nervous. The problem with being deemed academically smart was when faced with something new and out of her comfort zone, the fear of not being amazing at it right away made her freeze up.

She considered before finally sheepishly nodding her head. “Okay, that sounds fair.”

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hcwaboutadance·:

        Penelope had always been a good waitress, she could usually tell what someone liked the moment they walked into the diner, but with Sandy it was easier anyway considering they were friends. “Same here. Just working and waiting to be discovered.” She grinned. “Though I totally got a gig singing at a wedding this weekend so that should be fun!”

“Oooo, I LOVE weddings! That’ll be so fun!” She gushed, bouncing a little in her seat. Sandy’s fingers ran along the frost on her milkshake glass idly, doodling little hearts and flowers. “And you’ll be discovered soon, Pen! You’re super talented, not to mention super pretty. Just remember us little people once you’re a superstar!”

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hcwaboutadance·:

       Bonnie took a quick look around and decided she might as well take her break now considering the diner wasn´t filled with too many people. She slid into the seat opposite the other woman with a smile. “So what´s new with you?”

Grinning, Sandy clapped her hands together as she sat. “Yay!” She took a long sip of her milkshake, happy to have her sweet tooth satisfied. “Not too much, just getting ready for school to start back up. What about you?”

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bwaymuses·:

“A– subway?” The Irishman stumbled over his words, not quite understanding woman’s question. Subway was a fast-food chain, wasn’t it? Or– “Ah, you mean like a metro, right? A tube?” The smile on his face was almost apologetic as he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. You smell grand to me.” 

“Tube,” Sandy repeated, “that’s a much better word for it!” The midwestern girl was still excited when she heard someone sounded different than her. “Thank you! I work later and it would be pretty embarrassing, not to mention i’m sure my tips would go down.” And her boss was difficult enough already. “Is that...Irish?”

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revcluticnary·:

Zoe wrinkled her nose, understanding the other girl’s situation immediately. She had found herself stuck in gross subway cars many times over the years - that was one of the biggest downsides of living in the city, honestly. Leaning in, Zoe sniffed the other girl’s hair, wincing slightly as she leaned back. “Uh, just a bit?” She offered, knowing it probably wasn’t the answer the other girl was hoping for. “I’m sure it’ll fade away before too long, though.”

Sandy couldn’t help but laugh softly at Zoe’s expression, imagining her’s must have been similar in the train earlier. “Thank you for being honest. At least I know now i’m not losing it.” She smiled, shifting her backpack off her shoulder to rifle through it. Withdrawing a bottle of hand cream she uncapped it and deposited a little onto her palm. “Hopefully this will help a little at least -- want some? It’s cherry scented!”

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overtcres·:

Emma was knocked sideways by Sandy’s question. Unsure as to if the blonde wanted her to be brutally honest or to answer with flattery. The latter option would definitely be easy if Emma was skilled at smoothly giving compliments. “You smell great. Not in a weird way; in a you don’t smell of stale piss, sweat and spilt Monster energy drink kind of way. If you’re still unsure I have deodorant you can borrow.”

The reply was certainly an awkward one, but Sandy was pretty good at handling even the most awkward of conversations. The joys of working in the service industry! “That’s always good to hear! Thank you, but I think i’m okay. I trust you.” The peppy blonde smiled. 

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loverinthestars·:

—KENICKIE’S OWN brows kit together in confusing, his half-present brain taking a moment to piece the situation together. “you think I’d pass up a chance to knock your preppy ass down a few pegs? Not a chance, kitten,” The joke was made in good humor — it’s comedic effect cut short by the arrival of a waitress on rollerskates. Without hesitation, Kenickie started ordering “yeah, I’ll have two burgers, 3 large fries with gravy on the side, a couple orders of onion rings and a chocolate shake. Want anything?”

Sandy still managed to let out a little snort of a laugh, knowing he was telling the truth. The comment would have stung if she hadn’t met Kenickie before -- but she knew now it was his way. It kind of made her feel good, really, to be included. Two eyebrows raised as she listened to his long order, having to glance back at her menu to remember what she had wanted. “Umm...one cheeseburger with everything, onion rings, and a vanilla shake, please!” She told the waitress, waiting for her to leave to resume their conversation. “Gravy? For the fries?”

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neverstcpdreaming·:

ₒ°♢ —“ IF your idea of a subway smell is a combination of a sweet fruity, flowery scent, then yes, yes you do, ” doody answered with a grin. he could understand why the girl wanted to double-check, though. if he were in her shoes, he’d be asking the same question. “ don’t worry. you smell fine by me. ”

Sandy giggled, relieved that the smell hadn’t rubbed off. “Thank you, that would be embarrassing!” The blonde adjusted her backpack, struggling a little under the weight of her books. “I was just heading to get some coffee and study, do you wanna come?”

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hcwaboutadance·:

          Penelope, being the good friend she was, leaned in closer, a milkshake still in hand, to catch a whiff of the other girl´s hair. “Nope. I´d say you´re fine to me,” She then grinned, placing the milkshake on the table. “I got you the usual,”

“Thank goodness!” Sandy grinned, excited to see the strawberry milkshake set before her. She was a simple girl of simple pleasures. “You’re the best, thank you! Do you have a minute to sit?”

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ovrexcted·:

Sitting in her favorite coffee shop, Frenchy focused on scrolling through pictures on her phone, only every once in a while taking idle sips of her drink that looked to be about one percent coffee and ninety nine percent sugar. Her face lit up immediately as she stopped on one photo, trying her best to hold back giggles as she turned to the person beside her to ask, “What if I brought back the beehive hairstyle? Do you think it would catch on?”

Eyeing the phone with a grin, Sandy toyed with the straw of her smoothie. “If anyone can, it’s you, French!” She tilted her head as she looked at her friend, picturing the vintage updo. “You can pull off anything. Oh, it would look like cotton candy! Love it!” 

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burncdflowcrs·:

living here long enough, this wasn’t the first time he had been asked that certain question. unorthodox in any other city — this is new york. it’s a strange place and danny’s awareness towards her inquiry caused him to falter. he wasn’t keen on smelling random people. “ i’m noseblind to shame and regret. “ the joke faltering as he noticed whom stood before him. feigning an oblivious ulterior motive,  “ don’t i know you? “

Sandy was too busy sniffing her own shirt to pay much mind to who answered her, perplexed as to if the smell had followed her or not. A little giggle filled the air at his response, the small girl fishing through her purse for some hand sanitizer. “Hmm, I dunno...do you go to --” Her sentence ran short as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Danny?”

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loverinthestars·:

—KENICKIE LOOKED up from his menu, having not really been listening to what Sandy was saying. After all, they were both just waiting for the rest of their friends in their favourite retro dinner. And Kenickie considered his stomach to be his TOP priority. “Why the fuck would ya wanna go to subway? We’re already here, 

Sandy’s brows knit, a little pout of confusion twisting her features. “No, no -- the train!” She explained, not being able to let out a little laugh at her new friend. Well, maybe not friend -- but friend adjacent at least! “Kenickie, you’d tell me if I smelled like train B.O. -- wouldn’t you?”

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“Do...do I smell like the subway?” Sandy asked, sniffing her blonde locks. “I’m not a snob about riding the subway, just on the way here the car I was in smelled a little extra subway-y... I can’t really tell if it rubbed off or if it’s just stuck in my nose!”