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Sebastian couldn't help but mirror the excited grin that the adorable girl proudly showcased. His face scrunched up for a moment as he thought about what he was in the mood for, before transforming into a face scrunch of disgust. "As much as I love chicken nuggets, I can't say I've ever had decent ones from any gas station or convenience store." Instead, that was the type of thing he would go to McDonald's for or even spring for a bag of frozen nuggets to make at home while grocery shopping. "I'm thinking the vibe is some kind of chocolate."

Elle quickly reached for the gummy bears she'd claimed, a bright grin on her face as if she won a prize. Gummy bears were just her favorites. she then added the mini cinnamon donuts to her pile of goodies for the night. Clearly she had a sweet tooth, for now. "Alright, what's the vibe of the night? I'll help. They might have some chicken nuggets in the heater thing."

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"The gummy bears are all yours, babe," Sebastian said with a charming smile. "I like them every once in a while but I have to be in the rare mood for them, you know?" His attention turned back to the snack display, deciding if he should get something else or just stick to the one treat. "Of course not. I support you getting all the snacks that make you happy. I'm thinking about getting some more myself, but I'm not quite sure what yet."

The redhead glanced over her shoulder as her hand hovered above a packet of sour gummy bears -- however, she had been going between that and the rice krispy treats. Eleanor was on her way home from Maple Grove a little earlier than she normally would be. She was exhausted and her sleep pattern was all over the show, so she decided to leave early. "As long as you don't steal my gummy bears," she replied, picking them off the shelf and then she looked at the rest of the cabniet, tilting her head. "Will you judge me if I get the mini donuts and the gummy bears though?"

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"Oh Muddy Bites are a great choice. It's been a minute since I've had them," he explained as his fingers clasped around the blue foil packaging of the crispy treat. "It doesn't look like they're running any specials. Probably just a popular choice this week or their new stock has yet to come in." The man took a step down the aisle surveying more of the selection. "Should I go with the nacho cheese or the cool ranch Doritos?"

     When Fidan first entered the store she went straight to the refrigerators to browse the drinks. There was a brief pause and a slightly longer hesitation in front of the glass door that held the mini wine bottles on the shelf. After the day she'd had there'd be almost nothing better than one of those minis, or even the entire pack of four, while soaking in a hot bubble bath to allow for the day to entirely fade away. She could put some music on, maybe even light some candles—make a whole thing of it.

With a sigh she'd gone for the wild berry flavored sparkling water, completely disappointed in her fantasy being nothing more than that, and then made her way to the snack aisle. Meliha had wanted something sweet, that had been all that was said in her text reply, and thankfully Fidan and her younger sister were close because that would make the selection process fairly easy. Her dark eyes shifted back and forth between the Muddy Bites and a Rice Krispy Treat.

❝ ⸻ Uhh, sure, go ahead, ❞ Fidan gestured to the bright blue packaging, ��� I was leaning more toward the Muddy Bites anyway. ❞ For her decision to be certain, she pulled a pack off the shelf. ❝ Is there a special on the Treats? Kind of surprising there's only one left, isn't it? ❞

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Sebastian stood there for a few beats as he felt the woman's eyes rake over him, fully taking him in. Part of him felt self-conscience, which is ironic considering his line of work requires him to be front and center on stage. He eyed the woman carefully as her fingers crept closer to the snack that he had been craving all day. Of course, if she wanted it he'd be a gentleman and let her take it. His brows raised in confusion as her delicate fingers flicked the treat closer to him. "You think I have good posture and a symmetrical face?" He couldn't help but let the corners of his lips tug up into a brief smile. "Nice to meet you, Bex. I'm Sebastian." His hand extended towards her for her to shake. "Also I did have a long day. I was in Portland auditioning for a couple different theater productions. All that singing and dancing really builds up an appetite for something sweet."

Bex had come in for smokes and maybe a Red Bull she’d tell herself was for tomorrow, though it’d be cracked open before she even left the parking lot. But somewhere between the baked goods and the candy aisle, she got stuck. Half out of indecision, half out of memory. Sugar had always been her soft spot — cheap sweet things in shiny plastic wrappers that reminded her of when things were simpler. Or at least messier in a way that made sense. She stood in front of the display, hands shoved in the pockets of her worn denim jacket, head tilted slightly like the snacks were trying to whisper something important. She didn’t even hear the door open or register the guy until his voice cut through the quiet. “Do you mind if I grab the last Rice Krispy treat? Or did you have your heart set on it?” Her head turned, curls brushing against her cheek, dark eyes narrowing slightly — not in annoyance, but in that vaguely feral, half-curious way that people who don’t sleep enough tend to look at strangers. For a beat, she said nothing. Just took him in. Tall. Pretty. A little too clean-cut for someone at a convenience store this late, but not in a cop way. Sprite in hand. That smile like it worked overtime. She reached out slowly — long fingers with chipped black nail polish ghosting over the edge of the Rice Krispy treat like she was making a choice with the weight of the world behind it. Then, with deliberate drama, she flicked it forward so it slid closer to him on the shelf. “Nah,” she said, voice low, rasped, but not unfriendly. “You look like you need it more than I do. Probably had a long day doing… whatever people with symmetrical faces and good posture do.” She smirked, the corner of her mouth lifting. There was something sharp in her, but it wasn’t aimed at him. Not really. “I’m Bex,” she added after a beat, eyes flicking from his face to the snack in question, then back. “But I’ll need a name before I start sharing my dessert rights with strangers.”

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Sebastian held his breath as he waited for an answer. For some strange reason, he had been craving a Rice Krispy treat and he only hoped the other customer didn't have the same craving that he did. "Thanks," he replied as a smile stretched across his face. "What kind of snacks are you looking for tonight?"

Lila had a touch of insomnia that she felt could only be cured with some mindless television and snacks. She opted to watch a few episodes of Bridgerton. It was a period drama, and it looked pretty dumb. The perfect combination that Lila needed. She also heard there were going to be lesbians in an upcoming season - another strong selling point in her eyes. Driving to the Picket Pantry, she made her way inside and started grabbing some of her favorite snacks, and spent some time eyeing the last Rice Krispy treat. Most of what she grabbed was kind of salty and she didn't want to ruin that vibe, but she did love them. But then a voice behind her decided to make the decision. "Nah, go for it." She said.

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It was always nice to spot a familiar face of one of his student's parents outside of dance class. "What makes you think it's going to last the night with me? I plan on devouring it the moment I step through my front door, if not before then." Sebastian turned his attention back towards the display of snacks, surveying the rest of the options. "What are you in the mood for, sweet or savory? Because if sweet I'd go with a classic Reese's bar or maybe a package of cookies. If savory, then definitely some Doritos." He pointed in the direction of the items he suggested, hoping he could help to narrow down the man's options at least a bit. "Not prying at all," the man assured the other. "I had an audition for a show out in Portland. While I was out there I met up with some friends and grabbed dinner. So I got a bit of a late start back home. What brings you out so late?"

Eli turned slowly as he noticed Sebastian and his charming smile next to him. "Well, my heart was kind of set on it." A smile of his own replaced the semi frown he had going on , but was kidding, "It's probably best that you take it. I don't think it'll last the night if I took it home. But, now you gotta help me decide which other snacks I should grab. When I tell you that nothing is jumping out, I'm totally not kidding." A long sigh escaped as he wiped his eyes. "I don't mean to pry but what has you out and about this late at night?"

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Sebastian felt a shudder run through his body at the mention of the bitter liquid. He tried it once and that was more than enough, as it triggered the instant need to spill the contents of his stomach. But then again maybe that's what he got for mixing his alcohol that particular night. "What do they have on the menu under Pansexual? Please tell me it's something good and something that won't come out with the colors getting all muddied up together."

CUSTOM MADE FOR ⦂ @sebasticnsteele LOCATION ⦂ PRIDE PALACE.

Leonie sidled up as close to the bar top as she could, edges of her hips just barely cutting against the granite. "'Kay," she called over her shoulder to Sebastian. "They apparently have themed drinks after every letter of the Gay-phabet... is it mixed signaling if I say the lesbian one sounds horrid? Who's fuckin' idea was it to put vermouth in that lineup?"

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Who: open to everyone @windsorbaystarters

Where: Picket Pantry

On his way home from an audition that was outside of the city, Sebastian made a quick pit stop to Picket Pantry to refuel with a soda and a snack. It was nearing almost ten o'clock at night and there were only a handful of cars int he parking lot. The bell on top of the door rang as he stepped inside, making a beeline for the fountain drinks. Since it was late into the evening, he opted out of any caffeinated beverages out of fear that he'd be awake for the rest of the night. Once his cup of Sprite was complete with a lid and straw, Sebastian wandered into the snack aisle to browse the selection. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted something sweet or savory, so he opted for one of each. A bag of BBQ chips was his first pick, while he eyed one last Rice Krispy treat. However there was another person close by who seemed to be looking in that general vicinity. "Do you mind if I grab the last Rice Krispy treat? Or did you have your heart set on it?" he asked with a charming smile as he approached the person.

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There was nothing Sebastian loved more than karaoke, especially amongst his fellow theater peers. He had been happy to see Gabe's face amongst the familiar ones that showed up tonight. Even though the man's schedule was too busy to audition and commit to any shows, Sebastian still admired the fact that the man volunteered as an usher, when most people with a schedule as jam packed as his would rather just go home and relax at the end of a long day. "I love Chappell too, but she does have other songs." Sebastian sipped on his half-empty tequila sunrise before continuing. "We need to get some more showtunes going up in here. How do you feel about singing some Hamilton with me? Maybe Dear Theodosia or One Last Time? You choose, man."

Location: Mic Drop Closed Starter for @sebasticnsteele

Gabe didn't go out a lot, but some of the people who were involved with the town's community theater were going to Mic Drop for some karaoke. He figured he'd tag along even if his role in the theater was just to be an usher. He took a sip off his gin and tonic and leaned over to Sebastian. "Listen I love Chappell Roan, but if I hear one more drunk girl sing Pink Pony Club I might lose it."

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Sebastian's daily schedule had been jam packed the past few weeks between increasing the amount of classes he taught at Ballet Babies, while also running back and forth to Portland for various auditions. So far, he hadn't had any luck in booking any roles and he was in the beginning stages of falling into a slump because of it. He finally had enough free time to make a trip to the store to stock up on groceries for the next week or so. A lot of times when he was on the go, he would depend on fast food and convenience store snacks to get him through his days. It was a bad habit he was trying to break, or at least improve upon. His cart steered in the direction of the refrigerated section where the meats were displayed. Sebastian wasn't a big cook, but there were certain dishes he knew how to make and could depend on to get him through a full week. Chicken and ground beef seemed like the perfect basics to start off with.

As he was browsing the selection, his attention turned towards a woman asking him for help. "You a vegetarian or do you just not cook too often?" Sebastian asked, his eyebrow raised in a curious manner, eager to find out a little bit more about this woman in front of him. "You're in luck because I've bought enough chicken in my life to be able to tell if it's good or bad. Let me see it." He reached out and grabbed the package of chicken, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it enough to get a small whiff. "Smells like regular uncooked chicken to me. Your mom should be good, just as long as you cook it long enough. Make sure there's no pink parts in the middle or anything, because that's really the only way you can go wrong."

↦ closed starter  / sebastian steele @sebasticnsteele ↦ location: windsor bay grocers

Mickey hated cooking, and she hated shopping for groceries. There was a reason she went out to eat just about every meal, and it wasn't purely because she wanted to drink and get picked up. If she wasn't eating on base, she was fending for herself... and in the case of food, it was usually better for her to put her life in someone else's hands. However, her mom was visiting Newport for some Navy wives event and had invited herself over to see Mickey's house. Mickey's house wasn't really in the state of being seeing by her mother, but she'd write it off as having been slammed at work. However, despite her best attempts to get her mom to eat out, Camila Maddox wanted a home-cooked meal. Mickey was fairly certain Camila hadn't cooked a meal of her own in years, so the fact that she expected Mickey to prepare one was laughable at best.

She had been standing on the fresh meat aisle for at least fifteen minutes. Two different employees had asked if she needed help. Mickey was out of her depth, and her usual reaction to that was to give up and leave, but she kept reminding herself she couldn't do that. There hadn't been a single person walking by without kids yet, the little humans all looking dangerously close to crying or screaming, neither of which Mickey wanted to be the cause of. Finally, a younger man approached, and she sighed gratefully. "Oh my god," she said, reaching out to put her hand up in Sebastian's direction. "Please tell me you buy chicken often enough to know what's good and what's bad. I haven't bought uncooked meat in years, and it smells horrible. I can't tell if it's the normal raw meat horrible smell, or something much worse, and I can't risk getting my mom sick. I'll never hear the end of it." She looked at him, hesitating slightly and wondering if she was about to earn a reputation around town. Frankly, she didn't care if she did, because it couldn't be any worse than what she'd already started hearing. "Can you smell this chicken for me?"

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"Shut up," Sebastian laughed as he playfully swatted his best friend's hand away from his forehead. "I've just been having the ultimate chocolate and peanut butter craving lately, so that's the route I'm going," he explained. "Okay but is there really any natural blue coloring? Well besides blueberries, which really come out looking more purple when you throw them into ice cream. So live it up and enjoy all the unnatural blue dye that's going to stain your tongue for the next few hours." He couldn't help but giggle at the image of Chesney's future blue tongue peeking out.

"Sane and secure? You?" Chesney reached up and put the back of her palm to Sebastian's forehead, pursing her lips as she pretended to gauge whether he had a fever or not. "Well, I guess it was bound to happen someday," she said with a shrug. "I think I'm going with cookie monster and cotton candy. I know, neither blue is natural by any means, but I have been dreaming about it for a week and a half now."

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"It's only an added bonus that I'm always going to have more fun with you than anyone else anyway," the man said with a shrug. While it was a fun experience to have a date accompany him, it was more relaxing and enjoyable being able to have his best friend and favorite person by his side instead. "If she starts throwing hands at you, then I'll step in and shield you because no one treats my girl like that."

"Well, that's their loss," she said with a knowing nod before tilting her head slightly to accommodate the cheek kiss. "You're not half bad of a plus one yourself, Bash." She let out a slight chuckle at his joke, raising her eyebrows. "Well, we both know she'd have no qualms about throwing hands to fight me off, but I promise to do my best to save you from the claws of the evil dragon."

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It was a rare night with no rehearsals or workshops on his schedule, which Sebastian took as a sign to enjoy a much needed night out. He loved the active lifestyle that came with following his passion for theater. But even he needed a night out to blow off some steam every once in a while. It was only an added bonus that a local band happened to be headlining tonight.

Sebastian's eyes shifted from the stage and towards the gorgeous woman that just appeared by his side. His eyes raking over the way her dress hugged all of her curves and taking in all of her radiant beauty. "Favorite drink?" Her question had snapped him back into reality, glazing over the menu quickly. "Out of their special cocktails I really enjoy the Twisted Daiquiris. You can get them in just about any flavor you're craving. My personal favorite is strawberry, because I'm a basic boy," he explained with a chuckle. "But when it comes to regular cocktails, I love an Old Fashioned or if you're really feeling wild a Long Island Iced Tea. So what will it be?"

open starter ➛ any! location ➛ Daring Daiquiri @windsorbaystarters

Every now and again a person needed a break, and Krystal — she was just that. Desperately in need of a break from residency where everything was wearing her down bit by bit. Loving every moment of her job didn't mean she was immune to feeling burnt out, and with the encouragement of a mentor to go out and have some fun, Krystal found herself heading out to a local bar.

Well aware that there'd be a band that would be playing meant getting to listen along, have a few drinks, and just relax. Something that Krystal wasn't exactly great at doing as of recent months — or ever. If there was ever a time to learn? Now would be that time.

Stepping out in a simple curve hugging black dress and suede black booties that hit just right at the ankle, Krystal made her way past security before making her way to the bar. There was a hefty menu of different drinks and specialties, eyes scanning over each one.

"Do you have a favorite?" The raven-haired beauty turned focusing her warm eyes on the person next to her.

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"That's because I adopted a skincare routine and I'm glowing for my age," Sebastian teased. "No but really, once your back starts aching and your knees start cracking, you start feeling like you're ancient." He paused for a moment, looking at the younger man who was still such a baby compared to himself. "There are some golden eggs hidden, supposedly." Though he hadn't been one of the ones lucky enough to discover one of them yet. Since they were a rare and highly sought after item, he was sure they were hidden somewhere a little trickier than the other hiding spots he had found eggs in. "How did you accidentally steal candy from kids?" the older man asked with a chuckle while simultaneously surveying a nearby tree. "You any good at climbing trees by chance? I have a feeling there may be a golden one hidden up in the branches." Sebastian pointed to the blossoming tree right ahead of them. "If it ends up being a gift card for something good, want to split it?"

beggars can't be choosers, or whatever the saying is — kiernan knows better than most how to deal with cards that are being dealt and if that means he has to “find joy” ( therapists words, not his, thank you very much ) in an easter egg hunt, he will. or at least will make an attempt. “you don't look that old – “ brows furrow, as if the other was completely serious. his own attempt at joking, but, really, no one gets his humor like himself. ”don't they got some kind of golden egg thing going on?" maybe he imagined it. “i wanna win that, surely it'd be something good. like a big ol' hundo', or maybe a gift card to somewhere good.” his eggs were filled with giftcards, though he hadn't spent too much time going through them yet. all too worried about the thick of the chase to survey his goods or whatever. "i got a coupla' pieces of candy, though i think i stole them from the actual kids by accident. y'think i'll get in trouble for that?" a shrug. “hoping there's one in there that'll be for maple grove. haven't been there in forever.”

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"Guessing you never had a job here in your teenage years wrangling carts?" Sebastian teased. He never held a similar job title in his youth, but a lot of his fellow classmates back in high school had jobs re-stocking shelves or working the register at some of the grocery stores in town. "Oh I love music, don't get me wrong. But I'm listening to an audiobook," he explained as they continued to stroll closer to the cart corral. "When I listen to music, half the time it's showtunes because I'm preparing for auditions." At the end of the year whenever his Spotify wrapped came out, he never had that one specific artist that reigned number one year after year. His was always a jumble of different musicals he had auditioned for throughout the year, mixed in with the classic hits of the 60s through 2000s. "My friend has been telling me to read the A Court of Thornes and Roses series. So I finally got my hands on the audiobook version and I'm trying to see what all the hype is about." He hadn't gotten too deep into the storyline yet, so he still remined neutral on if it was for him or not. "Have you read the series before? If so, I need to know if it's overhyped or if it lives up to what everyone has been saying about it."

The man who had also been denied a grocery cart was very chill about it. As Christian and the man headed back out to the cart corral, Christian laughed at his comment about wrangling carts. “You know,” Christian said, still smiling. “You know, I think in another life, I would’ve enjoyed wrangling a cart or two. This life, though, it’s a bummer.” That was true—Christian did not like going out of his way for anything. But he added, “I get it, though. You know, they’re busy, or else there wouldn’t be the shortage of carts, etcetera, etcetera.”

He noticed then that the man had an earbud in his hand. “Oh, you’re listening to something?” Christian said earnestly. “Mind if I ask what? I’m a big music person.” This was more or less true—Christian had never picked up a musical instrument in his life but had an unbridled love for good music. The songs that made you dance, the lyrics that made you think, the choruses that stayed in your head for weeks if not months.

Christian then remembered that the man could be listening to other things, and he made sure to add, “Or tell me about the podcast, the—the—what are they called, audiobooks, oh my God I forgot what an audiobook was called—tell me about that.” He stopped as they neared the cart corral, letting another customer return their cart before he approached.

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Sebastian never thought there would be a time he'd be entering another Easter egg hunt, especially now that he had reached his 30s. However, he wasn't the kind of person to say no to the opportunity of candy, gift cards, and a special adult's only egg hunting competition. His shining yellow basket was filled halfway with an array of eggs. He already cracked them open to reveal most of the contents inside had been chocolate, not that he was complaining. As he approached a wooden picnic table, Sebastian decided to take a moment to sit down and rest. "I'm just getting old and my old bones needed a rest," the man teased as a smile lit up his face. "No, but I've had some luck. Found a $25 gift card to Salsa Street Grill, which will not be going to waste." It had been a coincidence since he had recently been craving the food of that exact restaurant, which made it feel written in the stars. "How about you, man? Any luck at all?"

WHERE: windsor bay easter egg hunt. WITH: anybody — ( 0 / 4 ) @windsorbaystarters . 

was he too old for this? yes. is he ever, in his lifetime, going to turn down free stuff — candy or free giftcards? absolutely not. that'd be, like, criminal. so here he sits: an actual basket, filled pathetically not even half way. kiernan knows that he could try a little harder .. but he's tired. in turn, places the basket on the wooden table, sitting down with a slight sigh. “y'not havin' any luck, or you over it?” if anything, a combination of the two is also applicable. “maybe i should get some binoculars or something. feel like i can't find shit. or they've either hid them all in places that're easy ‘n i’m just wayyy over thinking it.”