Easy's not the most well-seasoned employee at Revolution. He's still new enough that the other security guys have tacked on the nickname newbie and refused to drop it, even though another guard was hired last week. Not that he minds. He's got a brother — he's had worse nicknames. Still, it feels weird that he's at this party at all: like he got sent a golden ticket by accident. He's not complaining or anything. Far from it, considering he's on his third plate of waffles. Free brunch? Uh, yeah, that's a no-brainer.
Sitting here for forty-five minutes eating plate after plate of syrupy deliciousness means Easy's had plenty of time to evaluate the other brunch guests. One in particular has taken up most of his observation, if only because the guy is clearly trying to work while also getting hammered off the bottomless mimosas. Easy recognizes him from around the office, but barely. The most he can say is that he's pretty sure the man's name is Emre, and he's 110% positive the guy is a workaholic. Clearly.
Easy decides it's his job, then, to get Emre to stop doing his. It's a party after all, right? He wipes the syrup from his face and gets up, taking his plate with him, before sitting down again, this time at Emre's table.
" This seat taken? " Easy asks, already comfortable. He takes a large bite of waffle, then wiggles his eyebrows at Emre. Easy juts his chin toward the phone in his hand. When he speaks, it's only slightly muffled by the food he has tucked away in his cheek. " You on the clock right now or something? "
* ♡ ◞ open starter ╱ @revolutionstart .
company wide events had its downsides — forced reunion with the coworker from the fifth floor who always leans in a little too uncomfortably close when he speaks to you, not to mention having to hold conversation without trailing off to work matters with people you barely knew outside of the office. but it equally had its upsides, namely no one questioning the use and abuse of the bottomless mimosas available at brunch. hence why emre found himself lifting champagne flute to his lips, emptying what must have been his third if not fourth glass. he considered it the necessary complement to the task he had assigned himself, namely answering the pile of high priority work emails that had begun to stack within his inbox. after all, it was easy to give into his workaholic tendencies if it gave him an excuse to escape the aimless small talk. “ oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, ” he then sighed under his breath at the sight of a new notification, setting down the empty glass as brows creased into their characteristic frown.
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" You know it's a safety hazard to ride alone, right? You could fall out and start drowning and no one would hear you splashing around over the music and then you'd drown, alone, in the middle of some lake at a party that's technically a work function. " Mini sniffs, her expression neutral — like she'd commented on the weather and not just shared a terrifying reality of going solo on a boat. She shrugs. " Of course I'll go with you. As long as you're driving, of course; I'm not even licensed to drive a car. "
Mini gives Brook a sweet smile. " And I can't swim. But that shouldn't be an issue. I simply won't fall out! "
closed starter ft. mini ( @snuubbed )
" would you ride with me — " brooklyn asks, stopping the first person she stumbled across. " they said i can't drive the boat by myself an i insisted that i can but, " she would go on explaining the pointless back and forth she'd had with the attendants by the boats for a while. " anyway, this is the only time i have to do a boat ride and nobody else is free. could be fun? " she offers. she puts on a pout, softening her gaze toward the other. " please? "
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@glcws / sunny kim
" Look dude. I know it seems like a bad idea to get into a situation with someone you don't know that you can't run away from. Total stranger danger. I won't blame you if you call me a freak and run. But, uh — " Easy looks over his shoulder at the giant spinning wheel behind him, lit up with sparkling lights, and then back at the man he'd flagged down. " The dude in charge says I have to ride with someone else, no exceptions. I was trying to go solo so I could smoke this alone, but hey. "
Easy holds up a lopsided joint. It matches his lopsided grin. " I'm down to share if you are. "
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@sacrilegiious / beyza kilic
" Are you sure you don't mind? "
Mini wrings her hands in front of her, a nervous habit she's been trying to ditch for years. She forces her arms back to her sides, willing them to stay there. Maybe she shouldn't have added an extra espresso shot to her latte this morning — her fingers shake minutely as she clenches them into easy fists.
" It's just, you did such a good job with the liner last time, and this party is a really big deal, and I don't want to be the worst looking one out there, and I thought maybe if you did my makeup it would be — well, I'd look more professional, you know? But it's okay if you don't want to, seriously, I know you spend your whole day doing makeup, so like, why would you want to spend this weekend doing mine, right? Um. "
Mini takes a small breath after her word vomit and gives Beyza a shy smile. " Sorry. I'm like, really caffeinated. And nervous. And I think I might be allergic to some of the flowers on display, but that's unrelated. "
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@raisinqhells / addie ortega
Spinning Ferris Wheels with heart-shaped carriages, string lights of delicate glowing bulbs, the scent of cinnamon sugar pretzels wafting through the air... It's a lover's paradise, curated by a couple to share their love with all of their company's employees.
It's disgusting.
Look, Mini's not like, anti-love or whatever, okay, she's totally pro-love, it's just... Well, maybe she's a little jealous. A lot jealous. Really, really freaking jealous that not only are the CFO and her wife superduper in love, they also have the time, money, and charity to share the wealth. Also, like, no hate, but Valentine's Day and it's aesthetics are a huge scam and marketed specifically to women to sell chocolate. Not that Mini would say that to anyone other than her therapist or a particularly unlucky stranger in a coffee shop, of course. She's already had three tiny cupcakes and is balancing three more in her palm, so how anti-love can she really be?
So focused on keeping her cupcakes upright, Mini doesn't think to look twice before darting in between groups of people around the food booths. She just moves, quickly, like she's afraid someone's going to flag her down and ask for a coffee ( even though everyone here is off the clock ). So quickly, in fact, that she spins right into a lone passerby and shoves not one, not two, but all three tiny cupcakes frosting-first into the stranger's shirt.
" Oh. My god. Oh my god. I'm so, so sorry, I'm — " Mini looks up, prepared to spend the next five minutes apologizing, when she recognizes exactly whose frown she's staring at. She stiffens, straightening up a little like it might actually make her taller. As if. " Oh. Hi Addie. Um. Whoops. Sorry about your shirt. "
She doesn't sound completely sorry.
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꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀thomas weatherall. 22. cis male. he/him.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! easy wheaton has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident security guard and have been working with the label for two months. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @easywheats. the office knows them for being imperious but i swear they’ve got a compassionate side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with worn out t-shirts, crumpled loose-leaf paper, and lazy half-smiles. their coworkers even voted them most likely to sneak onstage at a concert. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.
here's some quick facts about easy squeezy:
has looked up to his big brother his whole life (even tho his big brother is. not cool. in fact objectively easy is a lot cooler than him? its a little brother thing you wouldnt get it)
huuuuuge massive i mean gigantic crush on his big brother's best friend. has defined his childhood and teen years even though he's never told anyone about it. he's not exactly open about being into guys but hes ESPECIALLY not open about his feelings
the drummer for his big brother's band, but only a stand in for the current drummer (who is constantly too stoned to play). he's hoping that if he works at the recording studio long enough he can get the band signed and secure the official drummer position
can and will outsmoke you like it's nothing. however he's a HUGE lightweight when it comes to alcohol. he avoids it wherever he can because easy's so quick to get giggly
incredibly flirty, in a quiet way. like, he's not going to go out of his way to start something, but if they're there, he'll make them feel like the only person in the world for the time they're together
good luck pinning him down btw he refuses to date for more than a few weeks. heartbreaker central tragically /: but he's got a rule against dating coworkers so !
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one of her two highly-coveted days off and mini still finds herself at the coffee shop. sure, it's all pleasure no business this time, but there's something to be said about visiting the same shop every day even when not getting paid to bring someone their cappuccino. it's familiar, in a way. maybe she's traumatized. honestly, it's just very very good coffee, as she's come to intimately know.
and so has, apparently, the stranger she's continued to run into. mini's eyebrows pop up toward her hairline and she tinges pink, taking the coffee with care. she reads the label — small black coffee, two pumps sugar, one pump almond milk — and smiles. a real one, without the normal anxiety the corners of her lips always carry. " i can't believe you remembered. i feel bad now, i have no idea what yours is. let me guess, it's um... " mini falters, knowing she's backed herself into a corner. " it's... coffee? "
TAILORED TO: mini of @snuubbed.
SETTING: a coffee shop near the revolution records building, some time in the early morning.
"thank you kindly," a sweet voice thanks the barista as the hands belonging to it retrieves two coffees from the counter, turning in place with a squint of her eyes to hopefully more easily spot the familiar girl in line. this isn't the first or second time they've seen each other in line at this shop, and this time.. gwen has decided to take advantage of the opportunity being further ahead in line than her to order the drink she's heard mini order twice before. it's an offering of sorts, a friendly gesture to see if they can get past more than a 'hello, it's you again'. "hope you didn't mind me ordering for you," she greets the girl in line and holds out the drink that's hers for the taking, "i think i got it right, if you wanna double check the sticker?"
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two months under his belt at the company meant easy isn't as familiar with the carlisles as some of the other guests they'd invited for the weekend. he felt kind of honored to be here at all, tucked in a nice room surrounded by familiar (and not-so-familiar faces). the pink thing is cool too, even if it took him ages to find something suitable to wear that looked remotely fancy. he figures it doesn't matter if he sticks to the carnival - his bread and fucking butter. if easy doesn't take home a prize, he's failed. and easy isn't a failure.
(hopefully. this is his fourth time in a row playing this particular game, so the outlook is varied.)
" eh? " easy says, half-coherent as he registers who the intruder — jonnie, his brain helpfully provides — flopping down at at the table is. " y'think you can smoke me? i'm four-time champion at this game! " he grips the handles of the water gun, eyeing the carnie behind the counter and daring him to say something. he doesn't. " go ahead, try your shot. we'll see who takes home the prize. "
now don't get jonnie wrong , he was an absolutely competitive piece of shit , especially when it came to games . he liked to win , sue him ! plus , he hadn't been to a carnival of any sort since he was a young teen and terrorizing the population with his pals . so the minute he was told about the carlisle's party and what the theme was , he was so down . not that he would've rejected the invitation ... but that wasn't the point .
after entering , his eyes scanned the area around him , wondering what he should get into first . the games had caught his eye specifically , most of them he hadn’t seen in ages , so jonnie wasn’t going to wait . plus was that a big stuffed giraffe ? oh , he had to have that this second . fast walking to the booth , he plopped down next to someone , only noticing it was easy a few seconds later , “ so you want to be smoked , huh ? ”
— closed for @snuubbed .
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@alterglows / jake wu
" look. i get it. you're famous. you have needs. you're stressed from being rich and hot and loved and all you can think about right now is getting your hands on a sweet, sweet dunkaccino to calm your nerves, but i'm like, oh, i don't know — " mini pauses to readjust her grip on the three trays full of drinks she's got balanced in her arms. a splash of coffee leaps to the laminated floor and she winces. " really freaking busy right now, jake, so give me two seconds, okay? "
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mini startles easily from her daydream, pulled into reality by a question she’s pretty sure she’s heard before from a couple of men in neat suits holding bibles. she’s briefly wide-eyed, wondering if security had just let some random religious group in to wander the halls, before she turns and recognizes the face of a fellow employee. beyza, she’s pretty sure, according to the staff briefing she’d gotten on her building tour two weeks ago - although they’ve yet to meet so who knows if mini’s got her information straight.
“ me? oh. ” mini looks over her shoulder; perhaps beyza is talking to someone else - someone who doesn’t fetch coffee and kiss ass for a living. “really? i don’t wear much makeup - mom always said too much might cause irreversible skin damage so i tend to err on the side of caution, but as long as you promise i won’t develop any lumps, bumps, or rashes that permanently scar me and my face then yeah ! definitely ! it’s, um. it’s beyza, right? you're the in-house make-up artist? ”
— open for everyone.
" uhm, hi ! i am not sure how to say this without it coming off weird but do you perhaps have a bit of time ? " taking a second to think about it, the brunette soon realized she must sound like she wanted to recruit the other to a weird cult or something. and since they were working in the music industry, that was definitely not entirely out of the realm of possibilities either. not what she was trying to get at though. " i promise it's nothing weird. it's just... i was wondering if you'd be willing to let me do your makeup ? " that was certainly a better start, way less vaguely threatening. putting on a bright smile she gestured towards their face. " i've been having this idea for a really cool graphic liner i'd like to try and i think you really have the eyes for it ! " plus, it was better finding out how it would look on an actual person now than when she was showing it to the world on her channel, with her next guest. " i swear, it won't take too long and you'll look amazing afterwards ! "
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꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀han jihyun. 25. female. she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! mina “mini” bu has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident personal assistant and have been working with the label for two weeks. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @minibullshit. the office knows them for being obstinate but i swear they’ve got a loyal side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with overly sweetened espresso drinks, strawberry scented shampoo, and the electric charge before lightning strikes. their coworkers even voted them most likely to most likely to spontaneously combust from anxiety. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.
hiii i’m migz very excited 2 be here...
some quick facts about mini (until i get her bio up and running):
she’s gay and ummm figuring it out. mainly has no romantic life outside of the guy friends she’s neutrally let take her on a few dates before claiming she’s “too busy” or “too stressed” for a love life right now. she’d rather hang with her bff <3 in a platonic and not gay way <3
shakes like a damn chihuahua when she’s anxious (most of the time) but refuses any kind of help with her tasks. her plate is full of stress by her own design
mommy issues [buzzer] mommy issues [buzzer] mommy issues [buzzer] i wish i could’ve been a better daughter [buzzer] mommy issues [buzzer]
huge fear of getting sick/being sick. incredibly naggy about wearing proper clothes in winter and washing hands and not sharing food/drink (unless she trusts your cleanliness and hygiene habits)
has a tendency to talk in run-on sentences once you really get her going, and even though she claims to have asthma she never seems to stop & take a breath
accidentally says rude things very often without being aware shes being rude. but shes cute so its fine !
i know her fc is 5′7 but everyone ignore that because mini is actually 5′4 because obviously. she’s mini. and she hates it btw she has a huge complex and if she didn’t think that heels were super bad for posture + foot health she’d be wearing them every day (although she does wear platform sneakers which is almost more embarrassing)
fiercely loyal to her friends. absolutely ride or die, no questions asked (actually probably many questions asked, but like, she’ll be there)
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