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📲 - austin

harper: austin you shouldn't have your head in your books all the time, you know. but i imagine that there's still lots to be discovered. ooh. i've heard "haunted places" can be fun. we should totally go out of town and find one. 🤗

texting 📲 harper

austin: i was reading about some random interesting facts lately and now i'm left wondering what could possibly be here that hasn't been discovered yet. or if there's some "haunted place" around. ( @xharperthomasx )

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📲 - rafael

harper: hey stranger! I'm good. better now though. works been alright. of course, anything for you. you should know that.

texting 📲 harper

rafael: it's been a while. how have you been? lost in work? have a moment to spare for me by any chance? ( @xharperthomasx )

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📲 - areum

harper: aww bless. you never have to be shy around me anymore. harper: absolutely! you name it. bars...restaurants... theatre... spa...gym... bookstore... harper: oooh how do you like the beach? surfing?

texting 📲 harper

areum: been to your place of work a few times and i admit to being a bit shy in person, so this is easier for me. um, i've been around for a couple years, work takes me away a lot. would you mind helping a girl get more used to the area? ( @xharperthomasx )

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'Oh shit,' Harper mused as he pulled back, perhaps she had gone a little too far with patting him down. Immediately stopping, picking up on the light color of his cheeks. Dammit. She issued another apology, despite his reassurance. It was now blatantly obvious that there was another, even in her drunken state. Upon his question, she nodded with a smile, "Yeah. I really need to learn my lesson. Happens more times than I'd like," she muttered. "Noah...nice," she beamed, in response. Finally good to put a name to a face. One she'd have no problem remembering. His answer surprised her. A low hum of approval fell from her lips. "Okay then. Consider another one coming up," she replied as she leaned in closer to the bartender, and ordered two more. His comment about not mixing drinks, going out the window, as she doesn't usually drink these fun drinks, wanting to give it a go as well. Bursting with glee, "Here you go," she gave him his, and kept hers in her hand.

He couldn't help the flush in his cheeks as she was still patting him down. The sudden realization of it had him pulling back. Giving her a soft and sweet smile. He didn't want to seem rude by any means, but he wanted to put some distance between them out of respect for his partner. "It's totally okay." He assured her, "It happens to all of us from time to time. Maybe you just don't mix well with liquids?" He laughed, looking over at her. "Harper, right, well, it's my pleasure. I'm Noah." He had a big goofy smile, one he always wore proudly. It wasn't often he was out at the bars with his friends, and he always loved making new friends, so he wasn't going to turn down a drink with her. "I was just having one of those little fruity drinks with the sharks in them."

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His actions after Harper's teasing words elicited a cackle to fall, shaking her head. "Rowan! You're such a drama queen," she stated in amusement. Grinning from ear to ear with his antics. "You're fine," she huffed playfully. A sharp gasp escaped. The blonde was ready to put on her best pleading eyes, but it was only moments she took a sigh of relief. "Don't give me a heart attack," she nudged his shoulder. "Great, I've got about five more minutes of my shift, then we can go to ocean breeze, and let's go give ourselves a brain freeze," she suggested with a chuckle. "Unless, you're in the mood for something else?" she questioned.

Upon hearing her words, he instantly threw the hat off his head and back onto the shelf. There was no way in hell he was going to get any weird things from this hat on his head. "Jesus, I don't want to know, Harper." He laughed and quickly ran his hand over his head, almost as if to get something off in case it got on him. "Now I'm all wigged out. I don't know if I can do lunch." A smirk spread over his lips, "Kidding, kidding. I'm still good whenever you are. Where'd you wanna go again?"

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Harper nodded with amusement, "uh-huh. Okay. If you say so. I'm sure that'll have the ladies falling at your feet," she teased, with a playful eye roll. As she sat down, his order floated to her ears. Of course, that's what he was drinking. She's had that before, and let's just say it didn't end well for her, "Rhys. Likewise," she added. Her cheeks are flush with embarrassment. "Ehh. More often than I'd like to admit," she confessed. "I clearly have the better lines though," she mumbled, shaking her head, feeling the need to state that. A low whistle fell from the lips as the bartender came back with the bottle. She cleared her throat in preparation. Her eyes went back and forth between both men.

"Oh come on, it's the best pick up line there is." He smirked, he knew it was a shitty one, but he wasn't the one trying to pick someone up here. He didn't need shitty pick-up lines to do that. All he had to do was look in someone's direction half the time and their clothes magically fell off. When she sat to have a drink with her he ordered them both drinks, "The most expensive whiskey you got. Just bring the bottle." He spoke to the bartender before facing Harper once more. "I'm Rhys. It's an absolute pleasure, Harper. You come here often trying to get guys with shit lines?"

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Upon hearing Canila's laughter, it gave Harper a great sense of pride to evoke such a response. Something told her that usually didn't happen much. Along with the words that followed, they left her feeling immense delight. Nodding, right? I'm nothing if not brutally honest," she stated. People either love her or hate her because of it, but she wasn't going to change for anyone. Noting her groan and glare, she raised her hands in surrender, "Hey...hey...it's not what you think, I promise. They're tasteful...not tacky," she chuckled. "But you never know, maybe that look is coming back," she teased as her eyes sparkled with mischief. It would be fun of a few hours playing dressup at work. Making her own fun, due to a lack of customs. Thrift shops are poorly rated. The blonde spluttered with indignation, her eyes widened. "Pssh. Please," she brushed off with a grin. "Well, I'm not like everyone else. You'll find that out soon enough. I'm not your average drunk," she giggled. "There'll be no dancing on tabletops, or being shirtless...that was last week," she answered seriously. Her face was clear of amusement. All for about a split second, until laughter tumbled from her lips, unable to restrain herself. "Ooh..." she muttered, raising her empty glass to clink. "Hell yeah!" she exclaimed with glee. "We're going to have so much fun," she smiled warmly.

Camila couldn’t help it—she laughed. Not the quiet, sarcastic kind she usually gave people to keep them at arm’s length. No, this one was real. Warm and unguarded, slipping past the cracks she usually kept sealed tight. “You really are something else,” she said, watching Harper with the kind of expression someone might wear when looking at a puppy that just barreled into a wall but bounced right back up, tail wagging. The blonde’s joy was infectious. Camila could already feel herself easing into it, her usual weariness softening under Harper’s relentless optimism. She tilted her head, pretending to consider. “Okay, I’ll admit it. You do have trustworthy face energy. Dangerous, but trustworthy.” When Harper mentioned the sequins again, Camila let out a groan and gave her a mock glare. “I knew it. I’m gonna walk out of that place looking like I belong on stage with a pop group from the early 2000s.” Still, her smile lingered. As Harper promised not to do anything crazy, Camila gave her a look. “That’s what every person says right before they do something insane. Don’t think I don’t know your type.” But the amusement in her voice betrayed her again. She lifted her drink, offering it between them like a toast. “To showing up solo and leaving with less regret than usual.” She clinked it gently against Harper’s now-empty glass, her eyes catching the way Harper beamed at her. “Yeah,” Camila said after a beat, voice quieter now, almost thoughtful. “It’s good to see you too.”

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Another hearty chuckle fell from Harper's lips at Robyn's words. She simply hummed, as the buzz coursed through her entire being. It felt incredible. She could feel the tingle all the way down to her toes. "But together, we've always been that," she stated with a wink. Who said you probably shouldn't mix your alcohol, had obviously the blonde when coining that phrase. The poor girl had drunk vodka, beer, now tequila. She was having way too much fun, and now that Robyn had finally joined her. While the night was only just beginning, she couldn't be more thrilled and excited for it to continue. There was a gleam in her eyes as she listened to her friend speak. Her body shivered, but she cheered for tequila, even whistling lowly. "Oh yay. Let's go get your flirty on girl," she teased as she followed Robyn, swaying her hips to the music.

"thats dangerous," robyn observed. the moment anyone said tequila had tasted good, she knew that it had probably been a good idea to slow down. however, the more selfish part of her had only seen a good time, a fun night out with her friend. the puppy dog eyes only ensured their demise, she knew the both of them would be waking up and feeling absolutely less than stellar. but how else are you supposed to feel after a night out? she picked up their drinks, holding out the spare glass to harper. robyn sipping on her own. "if the drinks are tasting, good—" a sly smile spread along her lips. "then that means tomorrow is dammed. lets give it up for tequila!" she laughed, raising her glass. her own drunken excitment had her body moving along to the music before dragging harper out to the dance floor. "now we dance."

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📲 - elliebub

harper: i try my very best to be. i don't know what you mean. 😇 harper: doors already unlocked. I can't wait. I'm starving. harper: good, cos you're stuck with me. 🤭😝

ellie : you're incredible. using my very weakness against me. simply incredible. 😫

ellie : i'm coming in. i got us a whole smorgasbord.

ellie : i love you too, 😜

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It felt like it had been too long since Harper had this much fun with Willow, when in reality it'd only been last weekend. Yet, it still felt too long apart. Nights like these were moments she'd cherish as sappy as that sounds. To have someone like Will for a best friend. Well, she lucked out, that's for sure. Taking a long swig out of the bottle, a low hum of satisfaction tumbled from her lips, as she got into a comfier position on her couch. "Aww, thanks Will. Love you too," she giggled excitedly. At the blonde's questions, her fingers lightly tapped her mouth as she pondered. "Mmm. You can't beat the cheesy classics, but then again, scary is awesome. Urgh, and who doesn't love a romcom? You choose. It' your apartment," she answered lamely. Before she reached for the chocolate, breaking a square. Savoring the delicious taste. Her eyes fluttered before making contact with hers. A chuckle escaped. "Girl...I know what you mean. "Chocolate is the love of my life," she teased.

the blonde smiled, watching as harper took a drink from the bottle. something of pride, like she had been watching her child grow up to be just like her. only it was her best friend, and the comfort they shared. the thought of it made her giggle, she grabbed the remote before melting back into the couch. "of course, gotta spoil those whom i love," hands moved as they framed her chin. a cheesy smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "okay, okay. what do we want to get into tonight? cheesy, romcom, scary?" popping a chocolate square into her mouth, a hum paired with a roll of her eyes had shown along the girls features. her blue orbs met those of the girls again, "god--this chocolate--if i could marry it, harper. i swear to you i would."

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Sometimes Harper has a tendency to put her foot in her mouth, along with her brutal honesty could be considered some of her worst traits. The blonde suddenly got the feeling that she may have done exactly that. But she wasn't going to pry though. She wasn't that kinda of person. If they told her, they told her. If they didn't, they didn't. Simple as that. But she felt bad if she had upset him, yet again. 

However, those thoughts dispersed as another smile across his features. It felt good to make someone smile. No other feeling quite like it. 

"Please don't mention it. You can tell me in your own time. If you ever want to. Great. Aww," she commented, making a sound. "Oh yes. Sam. Nice to meet you. I'm Harper, and as you might be able to tell. This is one of my favorite hangouts," she smiled warmly, with a giggle escaping.

He tried to chuckle at the girl’s joke, but then she said that line.

Like people mistake you for someone famous kinda thing.

It made Sam’s stomach clench. If only she knew- about his past and what he’d done to wreck everything so spectacularly. Of course she didn’t know, probably thought it was a harmless comment. But it still stung.

Grabbing the soda she got for him, he held it, the cold helping his nerves. Sam’s mouth twitched, the beginning of a smile growing on his face.

“Thanks, for not prying. And I’m okay with that- I could definitely use people sticking around. I, uh, just realized I didn’t tell you my name yet. I’m Sam,” he spoke. “And you?”

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It seemed like the grin that appeared on Harper's face was permanent, never wanting to leave in the presence of Camila. She had that effect on her, from the moment they first met. The blonde had hoped they would become friends. After she had finished talking, she stopped briefly to grasp the drink and down it in one, like many times she had done that night. Simply letting the liquid slide down her throat easily. Her question didn't affect her, shaking her head, another giggle in response. She could tell it was only teasing. Listening at her words, her smile only grew if that were feasible. It felt like her cheeks were starting to ache. Her hands clapped together in excitement, with a soft squeal of joy emitting from her throat. "Please...If you can't trust me and mine. Who can you, hmm? I mean look at me," she stated confidently. "Although...we do actually have a lot of sequin tops and skirts," she added under her breath. Harper took her comment in stride, with a shrug. "Thanks," she beamed. "Okay, great. I promise I won't do anything crazy. I'm buzzed, not a complete hot mess yet," she chuckled. A low hum escaped as she bumped her shoulder. "As if I could ever do that to you again. It's good to see you," she admitted with a grin.

Camila took her drink from the bartender with a little nod of thanks, raising the glass to her lips as she listened to Harper's rapid-fire thoughts spill out like a dam had broken. Her eyes never left the blonde’s face, studying the way her nose scrunched slightly when she was flustered, how her smile came so easily—like breathing. She hadn’t expected tonight to turn into anything remotely social. But here Harper was, all light and warmth and chaos, brightening Camila’s otherwise quiet night like a sudden sunrise she didn’t ask for, but couldn’t ignore. “You’ve got no filter, hm?” Camila muttered with a shake of her head, though there was no bite to it—just a tired sort of amusement as she sipped her drink. The teasing about the store did earn a short laugh from her, low and rough from the back of her throat. “Alright, alright. I’ll trust your fashion sense. But if I end up in sequins or crop tops with glitter, we’re gonna have words.” When Harper said she liked her too, Camila nearly choked on her drink. She set the glass down with a small clink, staring at the girl now with one brow arched, a hint of disbelief mixed with something softer—something she didn’t let show too often. “You’re wild,” she murmured. “But… yeah. You can stay. I don’t mind.” She glanced over her shoulder at the packed crowd, her mouth curving into a rare, relaxed smile. “Besides, I could use someone to make this place less miserable.” Her shoulder bumped gently into Harper’s. “But if you disappear on me again for months after this, I’m gonna pretend I don’t know you next time. Fair warning.”

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"Jesus," Harper muttered to herself, before she only apologized further and stopped patting the poor woman after a few more moments. A wince escaped as through her haze she noticed the frustration on the woman's features. She moved aside to keep some distance. A sigh of relief fell, as her words resonated in her ears. Understanding, which was nice. "It's not..but I thank you for not hitting me," she murmured. Nodding eagerly, "Yeah sure. What were you having?" she smiled warmly. One arm waving down the bartender. "Heyyy Delta, I knew it was you," she trailed off tipsy.

delta breathed in as she looked at harper. she shook her head lightly as she pressed her lips together, her face showing a little bit of frustration, "it's okay. i wouldn't say no to a new drink though." she said with a small smile, "yeah, hey."

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Harper was known to be adventurous, so she found it only natural that she had gravitated towards Roman's spontaneity and formed a friendship. The blonde had three tattoos of her already. The first one she got as soon as she could, at the age of eighteen. Hanging out with him often gave her a new meaning to life, at his crazy, random, spur-of-the-moment suggestions, and she was here for it. Nodding her head eagerly, a grin etched upon her features. "Hell yeah!" she stated enthusiastically. "You know I'm in, whatever crazy ass plans you have. I'll blindly follow," she chuckled. "What are we going to get? Something big?" she suggested. She hummed blissfully, "Oh never. I'm not scared," she answered with a smirk of her own form. "It's totally gonna be badass," she added with glee. The adrenaline and excitement already coursed through her veins at the thought. 

open starter; everyone can reply, assume connections

location; seaborn ink

——- Roman was known for three things - his looks, his flirting and his will to do things in the heat of the moment. today wasn't that different. in fact, it was almost expected. he already had a few random tattoos littered over his body — arms, chest, back and even a hidden one behind his ear. ❝ so, are you down to get something random with me ? ❞ today's plan was to get random tattoos together. not the same tattoo, just at the same time. artist's choice. it wasn't normally what he did, as all had some meaning, but when you go to an artist enough you tend to trust and that was roman's current stance. ❝ i think it'd just be crazy random fun. you're not gonna back out on me now, are you ? ❞ he asked giving that smirk of his that usually lead to more but today it probably won't. for once he was just being friendly over flirty. doing an impulsive thing over trying to get a hook up.

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Harper noticed his frown, and it made her feel sad. She didn't mean to make him feel that way. Watching him surveying the room, a deep breath fell from her lips. At that moment in time, she also took the chance to lean against the bar, making sure she kept her balance in check. Keeping focus as she listened intently. "Oh," she muttered curiously as her head tilted. There was something about him, he was mysterious. Apparently, a mysterious man lived in her neighborhood. Nodding at his next words, a soft hum escaped her. "You got that recognizable face, huh?" she teased as her lips formed a cheeky grin. "Like people mistake you for someone famous kinda thing," she added jokingly.

"No problem," she stated. Turning towards the bar, with the bartender now there. The blonde ordered a coke for him and for herself." Perhaps she needed to sober up for the night. Slipping the man her money, he placed the drinks in front of her. "There you go," she mumbled as she offered it to him. A low chuckle tumbled from her mouth, "That's good then. Oh no, that's a shame," she frowned a little. But soon perked up a little when he said he's okay for more friends, her beaming smile returned to her face. Shaking her head, not to be deterred, "Hey, everyone has a past," she offered. "You don't have to tell me anything, just maybe if and when you feel comfortable enough…then you can share. But I don't snoop into my friends' history. If they wanna tell me themselves great," she shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes studied him, a lopsided grin. Progress, she thought. "Sure, of course. I'm sorry, but full disclosure. You're going to be kinda stuck with me now. I'd love to hang out, less drunk with you," she offered, grinning.

Sam frowned a bit as she stepped back from him. At first, he thought he was scaring her off. But it became clear with her next words that the only thing she was scared of was making him uncomfortable. Sam shifted on his feet, glancing over Harper’s shoulder toward the crush of people at the bar. The music thumped so loud he could feel it in his ribs.

“It’s not, like… the noise or the bodies or whatever. I’ve been in crowds my whole life.” His mouth twisted into a humorless grin. “Occupational hazard.”

He realized he’d almost said too much, and quickly cleared his throat. “It’s just… there’s always a chance someone in there knows me. Or thinks they know me. And then it gets… complicated.”

He hesitated, then added, more quietly, “So yeah. Coke’s perfect. Thanks.”

When she talked about finding the right people, Sam’s expression softened a fraction. He let out a small laugh, still wary but touched. “You haven’t put me off. I mean… I don’t usually get random people offering to be my friend, so… that’s pretty cool.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the floor for a moment. “I’m definitely in the market for new friends. Just… full disclosure, I come with some baggage.”

He lifted his eyes back to hers, a shy, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “But, uh… if you’re okay with that, I’d… like to hang out again sometime.”

He tried to keep it casual, but there was a hint of hope in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide.

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Harper's expression was dopey at best, as she heard Robyn's laughter. Her glazed-over orbs tried to focus and study on her features. The blonde did manage to catch her eyeroll, only mildly offended as she knew it to be a place of love. A low hum fell from her lips. She cleared her throat, and tried to remain somewhat coherent. Her eyes widened like saucers as the other's gaze was upon hers. As she heard a question, her fingers danced lightly over her lips, to try and hide the mischievous grin, before her lips formed a pout once again. "What? It's the truth," she stated half-heartedly. "I may not have a watch on, but my phone certainly lets me know. It feels like I've been dancing for that long," she whined, hoping to come off as adorable, and put on her best puppy dog expression for a brief moment. Before caving in, and admitting, "Yeah, that's fair and smart. That we do," she murmured before giggling at her antics. Always anything for a free drink. She graciously accepted the offer, as she took the shot and lime. "Cheers," as she clinked her glass and downed the shot, letting the liquid easily slide down her throat, before she bit into the lime wedge and sucked the juices. "Damn, that tastes good." 

robyns laughter filled the small space between them, her own smile bright and larger than life. her eyes rolled subconsciously at the others dramatics, but it was warm, out of a place of love and fondness. the brunette brushed her hair back behind her ear, glancing towards harper's drunken state, her thumb and finger formed a circle as she acknowledged the girls order--while also taking it with a grain of salt. bending over the counter to ensure their order had been heard over the booming music. once finished, her attention found the woman once more. "hours is a bit ridiculous, no? you sound like you've been having plenty of fun all on your own. you know how i like to dig into my own stash before coming here. we spend hundreds on drinks, easily." the second their shots had appeared in front of them, robyn let out a flirty thank you. hoping the theatrics would earn them a free drink or two. she held out a shot to harper, followed by a lime. "bottoms up, babe. lets get this party started."

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📲 - elliebub

harper: please don't yell 🙁 harper: i'm sorry okay? i didn't mean it i swear. glomps you. harper: 😲 now who's bein mean 😢 yes please come over and feed me. harper: ps i love you ☺️

ellie : REWIND. DID YOU JUST ????

ellie : take it back rn.

ellie : or you dont get this really yummy breakfast i bought for us.