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—      NOVEMBER .

november flushed, but kept silent. he had already caused enough of a fuss over a drink and a few plastic umbrellas. god, if parker were there, they would have had thing or two to say about his behaviour. not that it mattered much. a relationship that nearly spanned a whole decade and at the bitter end of it, they were just a postscript note at the back of his head. 

the wiry youth attempted a smile of his own as the drink was passed over to him, and he figured it looked genuine enough. november had this tendency of looking like a drenched hedgehog whenever he was socialising. not unfriendly as much as put out and generally difficult to handle. “thank you,” he murmured, taking a generous sip of his drink. he had fully expected the bartender to sashay along and mind some other customers, but he didn’t allow his surprise to flicker over his features.

“sure,” he said, setting his glass back down and grabbing a fresh sheet of paper. “so first, you fold the paper in half so it’s like a rectangle,” he said, demonstrating immediately. “you gotta make sure the top erm, edge aligns with the bottom one before you crease it. then you like, you unfold it and you fold it the other way.” after that he slipped into a mindless explanation of the craft, deft fingers folding the paper expertly until he reached the final step, pulling out the head and tail so it aligned with the body. “et voila, a paper crane,” he finished, placing the crane in front of the bartender. a peace offering.

        he often had a penchant for doing what he wanted instead of what he was supposed to be doing, but there was some sort of lucky knack that kept him blustering along the right path — after all, he’d managed to stick around at this bar for the past fifteen years, give or take, and they hadn’t fired him yet. if he stuck around with a customer longer than he should, it was rarely an issue; if they were slammed, he usually had the sense to move along, but there was a decent enough ratio of employees to customers now that he felt perfectly fine with leaning against the bar top and paying attention to this conversation instead of his next order. 

        mac watched with interest as he demonstrated the proper technique, tilting his head slightly as slim fingers skillfully folded the paper with practiced motions. though his brow furrowed every so often at the quick explanation, he generally understood the process; either way, it was more about coaxing him into some sort of conversation than anything else. “ that doesn’t seem as complicated as i thought, actually, ” he commented, genuinely a little surprised. he reached out, one finger gently toying with the freshly made paper crane. “ or maybe you’re just a good teacher — either way, i feel one step close to becoming an origami master. i needed a new hobby, to be honest. ”

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—      NATHAN .

         with half the lights out and everything taken down, nathan had come back inside the building with a case of beer in hand. he’d told everyone to leave. it was getting pretty late and he knows it’s not fair to have everyone stick around. silas was still here, though, and that had meant a lot to him. “thanks for staying, man, i appreciate it a lot.” he twisted open one of the bottles and held it out to him, while twisting another for himself. “thanks for coming out in general. i know these kinds of things really aren’t for everyone, and it takes a lot emotionally but… it’s good for these kids.”

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        silas accepted the bottle with a slight nod in thanks, bringing it to his lips and taking a long, slow draw from it. he lifted his gaze to nathan once more, a slight smile gracing his features. “ the little punks are... y’know, it’s nice to feel like i’m the person i needed at that age. or at least that i’m trying to be that person for someone else. ” no one would ever accuse silas of being eloquent or open with his true emotions, but that statement was about as close as he came to it. “ you’re a goddamn saint for doin’ this all the time, though. i can barely handle it every once in a while. ”

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—      NOVEMBER .

    wide eyes flickered to the drink, eyebrows scrunching together in distinct confusion and maybe a little distress. then, almost too suddenly, he realised his error, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “um,” he paused, blinking rapidly. “i don’t — i’m sorry, i don’t get it. what’s an um, deconstructed…” his bony shoulders lifted, although the sharp curve of them was hidden by the fabric of the oversized blouse he was swimming in. “can you..i didn’t mean…” this time he preemptively covered his face to hide the automatic wrinkling of his nose. “um… you know.”

   “i meant keep the umbrellas as in like, you know - like. wait, you don’t have to put them back, i just meant like, i don’t have an issue with them. is what i was trying to say. before.” god, talk about coming across as the biggest douchebag in the united states of america which was, in his opinion, saying a lot. “just so you know.” clearly having stretched his ability to explain himself so thin, november pushed forward his set of paper cranes instead in some sort of truce. “i have small hands,” he pointed out before lifting one in demonstration, allowing the sleeve of his blouse to slip down to the wrist. “but like you could probably do it if you get the right kind of paper. s’gotta be square, not like this one and about uh,” he motioned for the size with his hands. “this big? then it’s easy.”

        though he was used to playing off mistakes with his usual humor and charm, mac’s attempts to deflect seemed to only confuse him further. “ no, no, don’t worry, dude. i’ll get you the right shit, i’m just playin’ around. ” mac took the shot for himself, quick as a blink — no sense wasting good alcohol. the virgin strawberry daiquiri, made in error, was swiped away almost immediately afterward, again disappearing beneath the bar. he quickly set to making another one, not wanting to mess it up a second time; he’d clearly caused enough chaos in this small corner of the bar with his first attempt. 

        the new and improved drink was presented without much more fanfare than a smile, pushed toward him — umbrellas and all — until it rested just in front of the paper cranes. mac looked down and spread one of his hands, humming thoughtfully to himself as if he’d forgotten what they looked like. “ square. okay. i can manage that, i’m sure. ” he leaned on his elbows, appearing genuinely interested as he studied the papers spread out across the surface of the bar. “ then what do i do? can you show me? ”

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—      GEORGIA .

        the whole drive, all georgia could smell was her takeout. resting beside her on the driver’s seat. she had been running around the city all damn day, her stomach was starting to digest itself. her heels clicked as she walked across the parking lot, grabbing her bag over her shoulder, and the plastic of the carry out under her fingers. without invitation, or any announcement, she didn’t see a face in the front so she made her way directly to the back where she found silas, hunched over a table. “dinner’s here.” she set the bag on the counter before looking over him. “and a snack.” she grins, moving next to him as she sets down her bag and pulls forward the takeout. “i’ve got three cakes to talk about, we can eat first, or do work. up to you, but i will be honest, if i don’t eat soon i will probably result to cannibalism and i don’t mean that in a sexy way.” she speaks quickly, leaning herself against one of the chairs. “actually, you don’t get a choice, we’re eating right now.” she begins to reach in the bag, setting down the fried rice and lo mein on the counter, grabbing the forks and setting them down. “shirt looks good on you.” she says simply, her eyes fixed on the food.

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        closing up is usually a much calmer time for silas. once all the customers are gone it’s honestly a relief sometimes, getting to clean up and get ready for the next day in a relative amount of silence compared to the hustle and bustle of the daytime. it’s late enough that he’s sent the few remaining employees home for the day, looking over the day’s sales. it isn’t long before georgia walks through the door, breezing into the room quickly enough that he catches a whiff of her perfume. “ well, hello to you, too, ” he says dryly, one corner of his mouth upturned ever-so-slightly. he opens his mouth again, about to formulate some kind of response when she makes the decision for him; he takes a moment to roll his eyes, snorting attractively at her cannibalism comment. “ oh, this old thing? it’d look better on your floor, ” he replies immediately, expression completely unchanged as he tug the container of fried rice toward himself. “ was that sleazy enough? i feel like i could do better, ” he teases, taking a bite of food as if to punctuate his point. 

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—      ADRIEN .

       * — ⭑ closed starter for IMOGEN SHEPHERD - @rvdiants

       call adrien capricious, an asshole or whatever else that comes to mind when negatively describing someone you dislike, but he swears that he’s surrounded by idiots majority of the time. quite a claim to make when the firm boasts its tendency to hire the best and brightest of those recently graduating ivy league law schools. adrien rebukes it because one of the new hires struggled finding a document in the file room, meekly entering his office thirty minutes later with pinks cheeks and an unrequested black coffee for adrien as some sort of unspoken apology. it’s whatever. clearly harvard isn’t pumping out graduates like they used to. his lousy morning stays stagnant throughout the rest of the day; the only silver lining being his plans with imogen once he’s freed from the firm doors and the world is his oyster. ever the angel that she is, imogen agreed to meet him in the lobby of his building and grab something to eat. while his patience was limited for the vast majority of people, there was a calmness to her that managed to diminish any level of agitation that he may be experiencing and help put him at ease. adrien truly valued their friendship and he can’t even imagine what his life would be like if they never crossed paths — high blood pressure and more gray hairs for him, for certain.

       he’s tapping his fingers absentmindedly against his thigh in the elevator ride down to the lobby, ignoring the chattering voices of two junior level attorney’s next to him in the confined space as they discussed which bar to hit up first. adrien wonders if his senior status in the firm is what keeps the younger men from engaging in conversation with him as he takes notice of their eyes flickering over to him every other sentence. to be honest, he’s relieved to be out of the chat since his bar hopping days are behind him and he can only imagine what spending a night with them would be like. breathing a sigh of relief when the doors open, adrien high tails it out of the confined space and begins to enter the lobby. chocolate hues scan the open floor plan for imogen and a smile is quick to appear on his features once his gaze lands on her. ❝ long time no see. i see you’re looking lovely as ever. ❞ adrien greets imogen when he’s only a few steps away and stops in front of her. ❝ hopefully the day was much kinder to you than it was for me. but regardless, thanks for agreeing to head out with me. ❞

        though life in the north isn’t always quite as picturesque as the trees dripping with spanish moss down in savannah, imogen always manages to make do. sunshine seems to follow her every footstep throughout jersey, brightening her day no matter where she sets off to. though she has her fair share of little hiccups through the day, there’s usually never anything more serious than the occasional rude customer — and imogen, as always, is mostly unbothered by those types of interactions. she tries her best to improve their day as much as she can, sometimes succeeding, sometimes not; either way, she knows she’s done the best she can. for the most part, though, working in a flower shop brings her happiness: weddings, relationships, bouquets for recitals and graduations, the things that bring people together in the best kinds of ways. 

        overall, imogen is a fair opposite, one could even say, of adrien — they’re an unlikely pair, but there’s no denying the odd compatibility they have as friends. there’s always an undeniable air of tension around him, especially when he gets off of work, something that she can’t help but want to ease for him. oddly enough, something about his presence is comforting to her, too; he’s familiar, easy to get along with, and frankly, she adores him. as such, it wasn’t even a question of whether she’d go get something to eat with him — she’d simply asked when? with some silly smile emoji tacked on, and now here she is. waiting patiently in the lobby of adrien’s building, alternating between glancing at her phone and looking for him, the head of dark hair bobbing through the crowd always an indicator of his imminent appearance. “ adrien, ” she greets him in kind as he compliments her, though her tone is almost chastising. “ as always, you’re far too kind to me. ” she smiles, reaching up to tug him into a hug for a moment before pulling away once more. “ long day? ” she asks, though the answer is already fairly clear. “ how about you pick the place? we can get whatever you want and you can tell me all about whatever intern got on your nerves today. ”

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—      SKANDAR .

a wide grin pulled his mouth into a boyish grin, the molten wood hues of his eyes filling with mirth. “i don’t even know what a scone is,” he confessed quietly, in a distinct southern drawl. “but, i’ll believe you. or like, i’m going to choose to believe you because i am starving.”

with that, he gently took the bag from between her fingers, peering into the bag curiously. his eyebrows raised slightly. “wow, cute. it looks like a really big donut hole, y’know?” he remarked before reaching into the bag and pulling it out. “you got a small appetite or something?”

        “ wait — ” her eyes lit up, hand lingering for a moment in her surprise after he took the bag from her. “ where are you from? i’m from savannah, and — sorry, i know i’m bein’ far too nosy, but it’s not every day you hear someone who talks like we do around here. ”

        she nodded at his remark, chuckling softly at his description of the scone. “ not really, this is just... my breakfast add-on, i guess. ” her laugh was more pronounced this time around. “ i already ate, but i walked past the window and they looked so good. i couldn’t resist, but i definitely can’t have two. ”

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—      NOVEMBER .

scattered papers covered the small bit of the bar counter november had managed to subjugate for themselves. the upturn of his nose twitched along with the side of his upper lip. one hand immediately moved to rub over his nose, while muted grey eyes stared at the angry red letters staring back at him, with tauntingly square print. they read: RETURN TO SENDER. a frustrated breath dragged out of him, hands dropping and moving to tear at the edge of the paper before his shoulders slackened in defeat and he found himself folding the paper deftly and casually into a paper crane instead, as was his tendency when frustrated. 

it was then that he heard the name of a drink parroted to him. without lifting his gaze to meet the other’s as he concentrated, he spoke, “must’ve misspoke. definitely didn’t want it virgin.” his teeth bit into the curve of his lower lip, hands laying the small figurine in front of him afterwards wordlessly before grabbing another. it was only then that he took a look at the grin, surprise flickering in stormy grey-blues. “you can keep the umbrellas though. please.” 

        mac pulled out a bottle of barceló and a shot glass, deftly pouring the 1.5 oz of rum expected for a strawberry daiquiri. he pushed it toward the other, the quirk of his mouth almost something of a smirk. “ how d’you feel about deconstructed strawberry daiquiris? i here it’s all the rage with hipsters these days, ” he joked, plucking the umbrellas quickly from where they rested along the rim. three disappeared under the bar, directly into the trash; the other, though, was completely clean, so it found a home tucked behind mac’s ear. he looked ridiculous, with the pink plastic peeking out among the tousled strands of his dark hair, but it was clear in the way he carried himself that that wasn’t the kind of thing that’d even remotely bother him. 

        “ i could never get the hang of that. ” he pointed toward the scattering of papers, gaze fixed for a moment on the paper crane before lifting once more. he picked his hands up off the counter, wiggling his fingers slightly as if to illustrate his next point. “ all thumbs. ” a lie, judging by the practiced, almost graceful way he served drinks; nonetheless, it was an attempt to relate.

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        @misbhaves — “ they accidentally gave me two — you don’t happen to want a scone, do you? ” imogen’s nose scrunches up delicately as a white paper bag dangles from her manicured fingers, her head tilted slightly to the side as she studies them. “ it’s cranberry orange, completely delicious, i promise. i just can’t eat both by myself, so someone else might as well get to enjoy one. ”

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        @misbhaves — “ one virgin strawberry daiquiri. ” mac sets the drink down in front of them, a ridiculous concotion involving far too many plastic umbrellas. the first one was the only one that technically belonged there, and perhaps he’d gone a little overboard and added the other three. “ you wanna settle your tab now, or wait ‘til the end of your night? ”

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matt daddy oreos. cismale. he/him/his. — did you see { gilroy macintosh }, i haven’t seen the { thirty } year old in a while! you know, they’re a { bartender / bouncer }, and have been living in jersey city for { thirty years }. some say they're { foolhardy & promiscuous }, but i think they’re { winsome & considerate }. regardless, i’m glad { mac } is here. PINTEREST !

comin at u live with my attempt to cure the matt sickness that’s widespread throughout the rpc ! can she do it ? probably not !

welcome to the icon that is gilroy macintosh ( mac vc call me mac )

his parents literally did rock paper scissors to see who would name him sdkklsdjldsg 

his dad won ( mac vc wtf dad )

his parents are actually really nice tho !! i promise 

his dad’s family business ( macintosh & sons ) was really dominant in seattle

also don’t ask me what the Business was IDK it’s a Business that’s very big and successful

so then in comes giovanni & co, his mom’s fam, fresh from italy to swoop in and compete dun dun

his dad’s fam felt very Threatened lol and it was a RIVALRY

like all the fam members were v involved in both companies and would probs fight on the street if they ran into each other 

but then !! mac’s mom and dad ran into each other on the street one day

love at first sight, basically started a secret rls

they were eventually found out, and given the choice between their massive inheritances or each other they chose each other

they moved across the country to work in NYC, but lived across the river in jersey bc it was cheaper & two years later our boy was born

they were a small lil fam and pretty poor when they first started out but his parents loved him so fuckin much !!!

they had a lil girl, cece, when mac was five, and she’s the apple of his eye he loves that baby girl

they were all v close and ofc they had their squabbles but they rly made the most of everything they had, his parents really inspired his belief in like True Love bc they’re still so obsessed w/each other to this day

mac was tall and hot so he was pretty popular throughout his school career as well, was never the smartest, total jock type, probably prom king

he did work his way through high school to help support his fam tho, mostly as a barback and waiter and such to help with school expenses, field trips for his lil sis, things like that

his parents got along fine financially but !! it was always nice to have that extra bit of help

they all always thought he took the leftover money as spending money for himself but he actually started a mini college fund for his sister bc he wasn’t planning on going and also bc he’s That Bitch and everyone cried when he gave her that check at her high school graduation party

he’s the biggest sweetheart ever tbh: college funds for his sis, saving kittens from trees, walking old ladies across the street type, what’s not to love

he’s a total Hoe™ but not ur traditional hoe bc he’s constantly falling in love Or So He Thinks

it’s not like real love but he sleeps & dates around a lot and gets infatuated p quick but it usually never lasts long

he still works at the same local bar !! but he’s a bartender / occasional bouncer now if they need it since he’s a Big Dude

he’s been there for fifteen years and spoiler alert but the old man that owns the place is probably fucking leaving that shit to mac in his will if he ever dies

makes bank on tips bc he’s lovable and hot as hell

someone once told me he reminds them of wilson from house lol it was smth like “an oncologist who has 3 ex wives but patients thank him when he tells them they're dying”

that was a... rapid conclusion but i’m Tired sending love from me n mac to u

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OUTGOING TEXT ☛ [SILAS]

NIX: not sure I feel comfortable with the amount of affection you're displaying rn

SILAS: Does that mean now isn’t the right time to propose

SILAS: :/

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OUTGOING TEXT ☛ [SILAS]

NIX: i feel like that was you trying to be funny, so

NIX: ha ha

SILAS: Your fake laugh means the world to me

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—      ATTICUS .

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“there’s this one kid in toby’s class who always comes in, in his pjs” atticus tells the other. “he’s totally living life right — if only we could do that too” the blonde laughs, she liked the kids in toby’s class. they all had their own qualities which made them very sweet. but secretly she thought that toby was the best, he was her little mini-me. 

        “ that does sound like a dream, ” imogen sighs, the bare hint of a smile beginning to creep onto her delicate features. “ i think if i walked into the shop in my pajamas, i’d probably get some strange looks, though. ” her nose wrinkles as she scrunches it up slightly, shrugging as if to say what can you do? “ adults should get a pass every once in a while. pajama day when you’re too sleepy to do anything else. ”

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OUTGOING TEXT ☛ [SILAS]

NIX: No it's

NIX: is that just a thing? you're all so bloody forthcoming that you tell everyone you've been to the quod. that's fuckin hilarious, mate

SILAS: Yeah, I actually have a special name tag that I wear around that says BEEN TO THE QUOD

SILAS: It’s my pride and joy

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OUTGOING TEXT ☛ [SILAS]

NIX: whatever mate literally everyone has been to jail at least once in this country

SILAS: Yeah and?? I don’t feel like going back

SILAS: Sue me for not wanting to dump you in a vat of toxic waste

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—      CHIARA .

one of chiara’s favorite things about imogen was how she seemed to have this wisdom beyond her years. if there was something troubling or confusing her, she would go to mo for some clarity. most of the time, she got it. chiara purses her lips, finishing the intricate pattern the girl had taught her months ago. now she just has two crowns to go. “i guess. i just thought it was over because i had stopped thinking about… him –– still, when i have nothing to think about he just manages to appear in my thoughts.” she huffs, placing a strand of her hair out of her face, annoyance clear in her expression. “it doesn’t help that he’s here, either.” she mutters, her mind going back to that encounter in the coffee shop. she laughs, throwing the remnants of some eucalyptus to imogen. “you just talked like your grandma.”

        “ you might not be over him yet, sugar, ” imogen murmurs, taking a moment to pause and rest her gaze on chiara. every line of her features is soft and open — she knows how this has plagued her friend, and she never likes to see anything weigh on her mind in such a manner. only a beat has passed after imogen resumes arranging the flowers in front of her when her eyebrows raise again, at the idea that he’s here. “ are you gonna try to steer clear of him? or... do you want to see him? ” she ventures to ask, unsure of the answer. “ yeah, well, my grandma knew what the hell she was talkin’ about, ” she replied, grinning and tossing a few leaves back toward chiara. they drifted to the counter before reaching their target, unsurprisingly. “ so i’ll take that as a compliment. ”

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OUTGOING TEXT ☛ [WRONG NUMBER]

PHOENIX: bathe me in a vat of toxic waste but for unrelated reasons

SILAS: Pass.

SILAS: I did the jail thing once already.