#int. bar

[yinachens]

FOR: @arceneauxx WHEN: July 24' WHERE: Ray's Bar. Int. Sat at the bar.

It was a relatively quiet night, which unbenkownst to most customers who didn't spend as much time using their free wifi as she should, Yina spent an awful amount of time here. The untrained eye would miss how a single, lonely woman came here night in and night out, counting her cents to make sure she could stay as long as she needed. Usually brushing peanut crums from her legs, and wiping the some-what sticky surface every day she came back. But for all that she moaned, she quite liked it here. And had since she found the place some five years back.

She'd carved out a little corner, and familiar with the bar staff. To which made her feel like she wasn't completely alone -- despite the fact that they were paid to be here, and she was not. Here, she wasn't surrounded by the obtrusive thoughts that plauged her in her apartment. Her laptop screen illuminated her face from where she sat, the old jukebox choking songs out in the corner while ladies of the night, supposeduly off duty make passes at their unsuspecting victims. If she were a novelist, she could've made thousands off what she saw and overheard in this place. But for $2 beers, she had no complaints whatsoever.

Except maybe a new disinfectant for the bar stop, like seriously. This was where she felt most at home. Shifting her focus back to the reason that she was here, she stretched before her fingers found the keys once more. Tapping away. Just a few more minutes and she'd be into the database. Flyonthewall, one. Competitor, zero.

The ping from her computer had a burst of "Aha, got you." falling from her mouth, before she glanced around, eyes landing on an unfamiliar face as she forced her lips into a tight smile before diverting her gaze. That was not an invitation.

[keremdogulu]

"Okay then," already turning to face David, as he took two steps forward. He was already trying his hardest to have a fucking good time, and with this dimwit trying to encroach on that...he was growing tired, bored. "I'm having a great time. So why don't you spit out whatever it is you want to say to me?" He'd been warned the Italians would be an issue.

"The music isn't the issue." The man on the dance floor was. It baffled him how one would openly align with the animals that somehow escaped their cages. "Are you though?"

[garciapimienta]

kid I love you so much and I hope one day you get to win it with us too <3

[mickeymaddox]

↦ closed starter  / aslan demirci @aslandemirci ↦ location: poshed and sloshed

Mickey wasn't the kind of girl who went out of her way to secure a date. In fact, she tried very hard not to go on real dates, but meeting a guy from a dating app at a bar now and then just to inevitably hook up? Well, that was perfectly fine as far as she was concerned. In fact, she very easily could've done without even getting on the app in the first place, but sometimes Windsor Bay felt too small to trust that she'd pull someone at the bar on a random Friday night, and she didn't want to bother driving in to the city. She sure as hell wasn't going to Newport, either.

So she'd swiped right on a few Tinder profiles last night, and made plans to meet up with the least creepy of the men she'd matched with. He'd said he'd be there at 9:00, but 9:10 came and went with zero response. Mickey didn't care if he had to bail, but she did mind the indecency of not even having the balls to own up to it. Instead, she'd waited until 9:45 before opening the app to send him a nasty message about standing her up. It was when she saw he'd unmatched with her that she was suddenly ready to burn the town down, and not in the fun sort of way.

Instead, she'd paid her tab and immediately left the bar she was at—a perfectly fine establishment, all things considered—and made her way around town while she pondered her options. She ended up at Poshed and Sloshed, remembering someone having mentioned it was Great Gatsby themed, or something like that. She never would've thought to go in, which meant it felt like the exact right place to drown her own sorrows.

She pulled up to the bar and sat down with a huff, shoving her phone into the pocket of her leather jacket before shrugging it off and resting it on the chair. Thank god the bartender working tonight was hot, otherwise she'd be cursed to waste yet another hour of her life with a man who wasn't up to par. When he made his way over, she gave him her best attempt at a frown. "You seem like a straight shooter," she said, putting her elbows on the bar as she leaned forward a little and lowered her voice, not wanting anyone else to catch on to their conversation. "If I was waiting at the bar to meet you off a dating app, would you leave without saying anything? Fair warning, I got stood up tonight and I'm taking it personally, so if you want to lie, I won't hold it against you."

[garciapimienta]

"cumplire mi promesa y la traeré a barcelona, no pararemos hasta conseguirlo" I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[benjaminvox]

"Mate, I swear to fuck-- what...uh, okay then," sneaking a quick side eye to the yellow monstrosity to the right of him, as his gaze wondered back to the empty glass and wondered, with placid horror, if Adriana had sprinkled one of her concoctions into his drink before she'd left: only to find, no, that fucking thing was real and was staring him directly in the face. "What the fuck are you wearing, you absolute donkey." hand raising, "before you correct me, I know you're not an actual donkey, for the record." head shaking.

Oh man, so many people were not going to like that. Himself included. Anyone who was tripping might just go into fight or flight mode: he hoped, who he believed to be Hasan, "You can take it off, that's what you can do to change that." Benjamin, however, couldn't stop a breakthrough laugh as he took another look. "Why the fuck did you come in that? Was there a costume party memo that I didn't receive, or something?" as he looked around, he found no one else to be the same.

Okay this was just weird.

Benjamin wasn't sure if this was fun, or the start of a horror house.

Knowing the Rutherford's it was the latter, and this was about to become their own version of the hunger games on their grounds. Imagine. All out carnage. Snapping back to the present, he sighed, thankful when his new drink arrived.

And then he stumbled. "Hasan, if you want to use my shower you can just ask."

“Of course I want to be your friend Benjamin.  Free drinks are just a bonus.”  Benjamin was enjoying his perks, but he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.  What could Happy Camper Hasan do to change that? “When was the last time you went camping?  Properly enjoyed a time around the fire, excuses to eat messy food that you burned the hell out of yourself. Comparing tall tales and scary stories until no one can fall asleep.  It’s kind of fun to think of everyone on an even field if only for a few days.  Happy Campers brought together by a shared need for something fun.”

Fun, who didn’t want to have fun even brooding was a type of fun, though the wrong kind for the camp, but enjoying solitude of the great outdoors or the warmth of a nice fire was fine even if you were by yourself, but was anyone really alone on the Rutherford estate? “I’m sure the hot tub beats the cold lake but I’ll have to make do, keep me awake if nothing else, and if I don’t sleep, I won’t need to go to the poor tent.  It’s only two days, I’ve stayed up longer than that, and there is so much to get done, so many campers to keep happy. If I’m going to get into a rich tent I have to earn it don’t I?”

[seaslimes]

Sometimes I have dreams about becoming a League streamer, but only from the perspective of an OC.

Anyway, can you fucken imagine this thing playing LOL on Twitch.

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: OPEN TO ALL. TAGS: @mobscene-starters WHEN: March, 2025. WHERE: Haringey, his bar. Unamed.

While some saw an empty shell when he'd brought the building, Maksim had a vision. This place had everything he'd needed in order to get it up and running. The bare bones were in tact, and the beauty of the architecture spoke for itself. This had been his own, something outside the shadow of his family: the one he'd always been cast in. Viktoriya's brother. Arkady's son.

He'd heard all the nicknames: the psychopath and the tyrant.

This, was his and his alone. A goal. One he'd been determined to see through. There'd been intention behind every design marker, the location and the clientele it'd bring.

Vastly different from his sister, Vika's. On purpose, as to not raise competition.

Turning, he spoke without facing them. "The contractors will be here soon, they've made great progress already. Can't believe we're a few weeks away from actually opening the fuckin' doors."

[blcssom]

closed for @thursdaygrl ft. claire davenport

"i am...... so sorry. i don't usually drink like this, but it's the first long weekend of the year and my class is just.... awful. no, sorry, i shouldn't be telling you that." she took a staggering step away from them, trying to stand on her own. "you don't have to wait with me, honestly. the uber should be on the way and i'll be fine getting home!"

[amescastaignede]

Of all the people she wanted to avoid, given the circumstances — Eleanor was not one of them.

Hearing the soft lilt of her voice, turning to gaze at a wealth of blonde hair, she tried to morph her features into something akin to happiness, and for all that Amélie was -- she managed it. The break up with Gideon, even though it'd been her choice...had broken something fundemental inside of her. And now matter how much she wished it away, she hadn't successed. The masking, which currently was holding itself together by a thread, was the only thing keeping her here.

She'd considered her jobs worth when Felicity had told her she was coming. Regardless of how she felt about it. Although, she was sure she'd witnessed something close to sympathy in her eyes when she'd ordered her here. With a make-shift smile, she nodded.

"Of course," guestring to the empty space. "Please, be my guest." because she was certain a lot of people would treat her like a leper now she and Gideon were no longer. She enjoyed Eleanor's company, in the few times they'd met and every time, she'd felt nothing but kindness...a rarity in this city. "Having fun?"

The falling out between Amélie and Gideon was solely their business. Eleanor didn't want to butt in, or seem like she was trying to get some juicy gossip. Although she had known Gideon for much longer than Amélie, it didn't mean she couldn't care about how she felt in the situation too. She did. Eleanor thought they were kind of friends. In fact, she was more bummed out about the break-up than a normal person should be. Since they had been together, Eleanor considered them a power couple-- something to achieve to be. Something out of a fairy tale. It kind of reignited her hopefulness that maybe love could conquer all. Now, she was feeling a bit jaded again.

Considering the looks Amélie was given from others, and the whispers, Eleanor hoped she would at least allow her company.

The shirts in her opinion, were tacky. And too much.

"Make that two," Eleanor chimed in and offered a delicate smile at the woman. "Mind if I join you for a bit? I swear, I come in peace."

[volivolition]

Can you find where Volition says that abt Conceptualization irt ur tags on one of the skills bracket posts omg [we suuuck at finding shit w fayde] we've Never seen that before and like. that's so fucking funny FHDJSJDJF

i have this screenshot on lockdown, it makes me so violent about him. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. WHAT DOY UO MEA N.

[nahimarchive]

closed starter for @aneirin-ap-mouric

with a new councilman on the roster other than himself, nahim was delighted to finally have the heat taken off of him as the newest addition and thus took it upon himself to learn all he possibly could about the man in question in what free time he could salvage. further digging on aneirin’s history — something more invasive and far more time-consuming — could be done when nahim’s schedule allowed, but as he watched wales’ councilman cross the threshold of the game room bar from his seat, now seemed as good a time as any to make a start. whistling sharply, nahim flashed a bright smile as the sound had the intended effect and as their eyes met across the room, nahim gestured sweetly to the unoccupied stool beside him and turned to order two more glasses of the bar’s faerie blood wine, only turning his full attention to aneirin once the other councilman had settled into place beside him. his smile still in place, nahim slid the spare glass towards the older vampire and scanned his gaze over aneirin meticulously. “i’d ask what you were doing in here, but then you’d ask me the same, wouldn’t you? i don’t think we need to pry so soon into one another’s personal business–” nahim extended a hand for aneirin to shake, a touch expectantly, as he took a measured sip from his glass, his unblinking gaze never once leaving aneirin’s own. “nahim ravani. malta’s councilman. we’re yet to be formally introduced– how are you finding it? there’s still a little light in your eyes, that’s good. no regrets yet?”

[avalior]

gnaws on the hem of dane's shirt like an aggressive chihuahua

Faint tugging pulled the knight's attention from the slow, methodical unbuckling of his armour, the blackened plate and bloodied cloak half-strewn momentarily across his bedroll in a tangled storm that would surely set a more traditional fighter ablaze in incandescent outrage. Though such a task would be far easier remedied with help -- or better yet, the blackened blade that hung yet at his waist, thirsting and winding about his mind as though to emulate a serpent, that he knew well could dismiss his garb with a single, smoky, thought -- such simple acts felt grounding, knightly, to make present the mind and busy the hands with the monotony of familiarity.

Odd, however, for he had heard neither Scratch nor the owlbear cub approach.

Brow crumpling, Dane's dark gaze flicked down through his helm, only to soften at the sight of Karlach....though quite why she had need to make a meal of his undershirt, he could not tell. A warm smile pulled easily at the knight's lips, hands abandoning the stiff buckle of his pauldron to pull down at the edges of his mail, covering what little flesh of his stomach had been exposed by the awkward rising of his arms.

"I'm terribly sorry, my lady, are you...are you hungry?" Of course, Whitman, came the familiar chastising of his mind. Of course people eat shirts when they're hungry, what else would they do? Only with great effort did Dane keep the greater bulk of the wince at his own idiocy from his countenance, lest he caused Karlach any form of distress to perceive such an expression might ever be her, or her engine's, doing.

Perhaps I should put my boot in my mouth now. It'd save my brain doing all the work.

There, he coughed, smile wobbling. "A poor joke, I'm sorry. Only, if you are, I don't think you'll find much nutrition in my clothes. I'd fetch you something, if you like, only Gale would likely kill me for stepping near the pot. As would the food, come to think of it, for bringing any taste outside pure charcoal into disrepute."

[cutie-papudi]

When Abed uses the kind of gruff sleepy voice??? Extremely hot.

[friendscfmine]

     @feldspar-thethief  〢  cont from here .

It was not that Craig was an awful flirt.  Somebody, anybody else, probably would have appreciated his efforts.  The problem was that he was spending his attention on somebody who was already biased against him.  Tom had always seen Craig as a huge tool from the time they were kids, and every interaction knocked the guy further down in Tom’s esteem, meaning the uphill battle Craig had to fight to get on his good side was getting steeper all the time.

Tom narrowed his eyes, but mercifully, he tipped back another swallow of beer, which mitigated the disgusted curl of his lips.  He was trying to watch the Broncos game, and of course, he had to be interrupted by this fucking douchebag.  “Well, knock it off,” he warned, and frustratingly, a ‘shit-cock’ slipped out of him.  He knew that was what inspired Craig’s interest, a bizarre fascination with the Tourette’s.  Tom had seen through it from day one, when Craig offered to do his laundry for him, and he immediately threw up a wall between them, solidly resolved to never be the guy’s friend.  He knew if he got with Craig, he would be objectified, dehumanized, something to bring out at parties and say, ‘Hey, look at this,’ like he was a silly antique picked up at a flea market.

Welcome to the freakshow!  Come one, come all!  Behold, my boyfriend who says all the funny swears!

Tom set his bottle down on the bar.  It often took a lot out of him to go out in public, with all of the explaining he had to do.  He had slowly worked his way up to regular status here, coming in to watch the TVs at least every other week, and because it was somewhere he could just exist, it had become sanctified in his mind.  Craig’s presence here felt almost… sacrilegious.

“Name three different things that drew you to me,” he ordered, honey brown eyes aflame with disdain, “or let me finish my beer in fucking peace.”

[garciapimienta]

marc i love you