Addison Kate Bryant

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charliechomsky​:

It was satisfying, to say the least. To kill Addy’s smirk within the matter of seconds. Any irritation he felt was squashed as his small act of revenge would do. For now. Even as Addison shoved the soaked napkins towards him, the blue-eyed male simply shook his head. “I’m good. Thanks though. Kind to offer, at least,” he stated before chugging off and finishing what was reminder in his own cup. 

It was with that and a settled burp that he placed his cup into the woman’s soiled drink. “This was fun – as much as I’d love to do it again sometime, feel free to, y’know, not approach me. Ever. Or at the very least, at least avoid spillin’ another drink. Least you can do,”

-fin-

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benny-chanda​:

WHERE: tavern WHEN: 24th of July WITH @thecatastrophicstarters​

Bishan had not planned, at all, to do any song on stage. He didn’t like the idea that people knew he could sing, or play the piano. Singing was his thing, like cooking, it was something he liked about himself that he didn’t want other people to ruin. 

But he wanted to get on that stage and sing something for Tali. To make sure everyone knew he was happy. That he was thriving.

He played the intro part of Despacito slower than he’d heard it, knowing every word by heart simply because people had so often asked him to sing it a the bar way back when. He loved it even more because of how much people hated it. Playing the song slower meant he didn’t have to do the rapping, he was just singing the words along to the rhythm, and there was a lot of rhythm in Despacito. 

He smugly left the stage when he was done, looking for Tali, but meeting anyone’s eye along the way. “Bet nobody saw that coming.” 

To say Addy was colored with surprise when she looked up to see the next person going onto the stage was Benny was an understatement. Still her attention was fully on the stage and she just keeps getting more and more shocked as Benny started playing the piano, and then singing, and was good at both? Sure, Benny had mentioned to her while she was cutting his hair that the bar he worked at had a piano, not that he played it.

When the song finished Addy joined in with the cheering and let out a loud whistle as well. As Benny left the stage it looked as if he was looking for someone but that didn’t stop Addy from answering his comment.

“You would bet right. Here I thought we bonded over our battle wounds and you said nothing about how talented you were at piano.”

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fletcherbailey​:

addybryant​:

Addy frowns for a second. Completely fake and forced. Her brows and nose are over scrunched like she is overly upset at the idea of him trying to ply her with booze to get onto the stage with him. The look doesn’t last long and even if it did Fletcher has to know her well enough by now to know it is fake and Addy clinks her glass with his.

She takes a long drink for her glass before raising a brow. “Give me your definition of fantastic.” Addy is expecting the worse of the worst songs to come out of his mouth. She takes another drink, already knowing there is not way she could actually say no to Fletcher but still going to drag it out. “And if I do trip you gonna make sure you catch me right?”

Her overexaggerated upset expression earns her a knowing grin from Fletcher, who hasn’t stopped smiling all night. Okay, wow, he still can see through that, he pats himself on the back for it. In good fun they cheers and drink, Addy downing more of hers while Fletch takes just a sip and stares at her. “Stage fright a problem?” It won’t be if she gets drunk enough, but too far in then it might be too hard to sing. He snorts at the image.

“Might be a Little Mix song because I am feeling poppy tonight.” He swirls his beer around and takes another (smaller) sip, eyebrows arched to their peak as he awaits her response to that one. “Black Magic. It’s fun, don’t judge me. We can do that or Burnin’ Up by the Jonas Brothers, I don’t take criticism.” Fletcher shrugs. “I can promise I will make an attempt, but I might just go down with you. Then that’s it, that’ll be our show. We don’t even have to sing.”

Even if Addy is just trying to give Fletch a hard time and make him work for her to say yes to a song he knows the right button to push. Addy frowns again, this one set with more stubbornness and she gives a short “Ha. I have no stage fright. I’m just trying to save you from being outshined by me up there.” She sticks her tongue out again, a default Addy reaction when she is being playful.

She nods to the first song. While it is slightly hard to picture it being the type of music she assumed he would like she still doesn’t pass judgement. The second one she does stifle a small snort and bites her lip not to laugh just a little. “Sorry. Sorry, no judgement.” Though when he mentions they will fall together she can’t help but laugh. 

“Only if you promise that if I take us both out then we can just roll around on the stage. Deal? I’ll even like you pick between the two song.” Addy sticks her hand out, forcing Fletch to shake it to solidify their agreement.

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victorbakker​:

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Truth be told he wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up in the bar in the midst of this…whatever it was. He wasn’t the type to seek out events like this, but then again, who was he to turn down drinks? No, it certainly wasn’t the alcohol that was going to get up to leave - but the bad karaoke blasting might do it…

What was it about him that made it appear he wanted to play drinking games, though? Fletcher had talked him into one on a night the bar had been all but dead - tonight the place was lively, and still he’d been singled out. But then again - random drinks being slid in his direction…

He turned his gaze in Addy’s direction curiously, a face that was vaguely familiar from seeing around town but one he hadn’t made any attempts to get to know. If he could have it his way, that’d be the case with most everyone in this town. 

“A drinking game,” he repeated, glancing at the contents of the cup she’d passed over skeptically before back towards the woman who had nudged him. “What kind of drinking game are we talking?” 

“We use to play two different ones when I would go out with friends on karaoke night. First was to pick a word that seemed over used in songs and taking a drink any time it was sang.” Addy paused making sure the guy was able to hear her over the noise. “The second was to drink any time someone did something you are sure they are going to regret in the morning.”

Addy couldn’t help but nod in the direction of the stage at the person singing Sweet Caroline but getting almost every word wrong except the bum bum bum. “This would be one of those moments.” Addy couldn’t help but laugh and take a drink from her cup. “If you super brave you combined both.”

She wished she actually knew more about the person she was trying to rope into a game with her. But that is what Addy pictured events like this were for. For the town to be able to all come together and get to know each other and people they might not know other wise. Even if Fairvale wasn’t huge the total population was far more people then Addy knew every ones name too and she tried to think of a polite way to ask this guy his name.

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chahid-narayanan​:

Chahid liked Fletcher a lot, and it was easy to imagine him befriending most people in town so quickly, because it seemed to come so natural to him, to care for others, make them feel important. They smiled. “Have you been in Fairvale long?” they asked. “Fletcher is a very good person,” they said. “I think he’s probably one of the better people to have as a friend.”

They bit their lower lip at the question. “Oh, uhm.” Closest friend. “I don’t know if you know Maverick… we came to Fairvale together,” they said. Though closest friend seemed an odd description of what they were. It felt unfair towards Mave to say it like that. But he was their closest friend, and something more. 

“I’ve been here about” Addy paused, actually having to think about the amount of time she had been in town. She hadn’t expected to stay long and once the math popped into her head she actually looked surprised for a second. “Seven months now. Wow.” She shook her own head for a second. “Sorry. Time really has been going fast is all.”

When they get up to the front of the line Addy ask for two coffees and pulls out her own tokens before Chahid could. “On me since, well, mine was already on you.” Addy tries to tease at what had happened earlier now that is is clear they are both okay.

“Oh Maverick. I’m a guard with him. I’ve had a few shifts with him. He’s super fun.” Addy hadn’t worked much with Maverick but the shift she had always seemed to be fun and that was important in Addy’s mind.

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finnbrooks​:

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“Noted.” He will find them, those moonshine soaked maraschino cherries. They’re someone in one of his cubbies. He was going to surrender them to the bar, but if they show up on their countertop one evening then so be it. All the little things that fall to the wayside are easier to snatch up. Never does he take canned food or medication, everything that is to be fairly distributed. But trinkets like a decoration for their counter top, sometimes a board game that has most of its pieces still…

If Finn liked most people he could probably host a fun as all hell game night.

But he doesn’t, he only likes Addy… sometimes Bobbi. Leon is back in town, and he counts. (he can’t confidently say that he would like his new sidekick if and when they ever meet.)

“You don’t have to. Your twirling and smile are ‘thanks’ enough.” It is a cheesy thing to say. Finn hopes that even the touch of sarcasm surfacing due to years of habitual cynicism doesn’t overshadow the sincerity behind his words. “Thanks, too. This last month has been… more bearable.” He looks up to the stars as she does and finds a moment of peace in him with her weight against him. This might have what it would have been like if Chloe was still around, even if she was older than him and Addison’s younger. Having a ‘sister’ in a way. “But don’t go letting that get to your head - we return to usual roasting of each other first thing tomorrow.”

Addy leans in closer, taking the second of Finn being as sentimental as she is and almost clinging to it because she knows they are few and far between. “Same.” Addy lets out a small, content sigh. “Very much same.” Addy had come into the town wanting just a quick stop before trying to keep heading north. But Addy realized quickly she instantly got attached to people in the town and the quiet apartment was almost too much. She was luck Finn was willing to put up with her and made the place ever so slightly less quiet.

Still leaning on him Addy elbows him slightly in the side. “Well of course. I can’t let you go around here thinking I actually like your company.” Addy stretches away from him only so he can see her sticking her tongue out as she teases. “But for now you still owe me a game of uno since I still insist you cheated last time.”

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benny-chanda​:

Bishan couldn’t imagine it, or at least, he couldn’t imagine every single person in one family wanted to do the same thing. Unless if they had a farm together and simply no other choice. But he didn’t comment on it, he simply smiled and nodded. “So, you became a cop?” he asked. 

“Alright,” he answered, if she said it was better, then he believed her. She hadn’t said anything about the state of it yet, so either she wasn’t that pro and simply didn’t see the ravage he’d made of it, or she didn’t care. After all, she was fixing it. 

“Shark attack in Georgia, wow, that’s intense,” he said, laughing. “That’s definitely a good story.” He raised his shirt a little and pointed at the long scar that went from his belly towards his ribs. “Uhm, saved a baby from a burning building and cut my belly on glass on the way out,” he lied, enjoying the banter.

The question was, despite the fact that he started out as a guard, still a good question. He could’ve easily continued the bartending gig. “Didn’t choose it,” he replied. “I was a guard before… then switched to maintenance. Never really considered working at the bar,” he noted. “Maybe it was just something that I easily rolled into, and never liked it as much to do it again,” he added. He hadn’t hated it, but he wasn’t interested in working at the bar in Fairvale.

“So I become a cop.” It was just natural to Addy. It seemed like the correct way to go and while she does often wonder now what would have happened if she went in a different route, she is glad the skills she had needed for the job had came in handy considering the state of the world now a days.

Addy kept cutting away at the top until everything matched. She could see parts where the cut hadn’t been even before but Benny seemed to comment more on the slight mess his hair was before the Addy didn’t feel the need too. And even if she could choose to tease him about it, their banter on scars was far more fun.

“Oh a true hero here I see.” Addy chuckled. Pausing her cutting again to raise her own shirt and show off her own scar from where her appendix was removed. “One bad winter back home, hiked 12 miles to try to get food for my family. Ran into Big Foot. Kept us feed all winter though.” Addy barely made it through her own story before laughing at herself.

A questioning look come on her face. “You were a guard?” She tried to remember back and didn’t remember Benny as a guard while she was here. “I must have came after that. Would have been fun having a guard shift with you.”

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southernrays​:

It had been a whirlwind of a night. Ray had expected it to feel like a long event, full of twists and turns. The reality of it was that Ray felt like everything went by too quickly. He managed to sing, play guitar, dance, flirt, and get up to all sorts of shenanigans throughout the night; it had passed in the blink of an eye and Ray was already missing it despite it not being gone yet. Tomorrow would be another mundane day in a post-apocalyptic night. Tonight, he could pretend like the world hadn’t quite ended just yet.

Ray’s eyes caught Addy across the bar. He had just finished his last beer - paced well throughout the night to not get drunk but to socially enjoy himself - and he weaved his way over to her with ease.

“It’s not like that at all darlin’,” Ray said with a small laugh. He found himself laughing and smiling so much that day that it felt like his face would hurt tomorrow. “I always got time for my favorite guard. What did you have in mind?”

“Oh it is and you know it.” If Ray wasn’t going to toot his own horn she sure as hell was going too. “This is all because of you. Don’t let anyone else say different or I fight them.” Addy puts on her toughest face before bursting into a laugh. She meant it though. Until Ray they had stale beer and no one had thought about a karaoke night. They had done parties like the dance to help everything feel normal but something about this made Addy forget even more about what was actually happening outside their walls.

Maybe it also had to do with the amount she had to drink. “Well Fletcher already pulled me on that stage once so I rather not do that again.” She responded with another laugh. Patting the bar stool next to her, she was honestly just content with pulling Ray aside to sit and relax for a bit. “You on the other hand killed it up there all night. And you were worried about me serenade someone. You gotta have multiple people swooning after a few of your songs.”

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flynnambrose​:

“What’s the worst you can really go to me here?” Flynn chuckled at her story. Never had he done anything exciting or dramatic with his hair. The most adventurous he had ever been was this last year of letting it grow for lack of anything to cut it with. “Just don’t give me a mullet. I know were in Georgia but I am not country enough to rock a mullet.”

Another smile crossed Flynn’s features at the comb in his hair as well as hearing where the woman was from. Both brought him a sense of comfort. “Born and raised. I was on vacation with some buddies when…” He let his words die off, knowing he didn’t need to further express why he was still down south. “I never thought I’d say I miss the snow, but I miss the snow…the foggy mornings. The lack of humidity. I feel like I’m wearing the thickest sweater down here. It hate it so much.”

“Does anyone really rock a mullet because I don’t think so.” Addy decides to go with the theme of Flynn’s hair so far. That way she can’t do anything to bad that he would hate and she honestly does think he pulls off the man bun well. “I think it look best just with the sides and back trimmed to make the heat better and trim up the top just a little so you can keep rocking that man bun.” She comments with a smirk.

“Same.” Addy answers back. “Was trying to escape that Maine cold in Florida then this and now all I want is that cold back.” She honestly had to laugh a little bit at it now. Thinking of how she was hiding from the brutal winter and now she would give her right arm for it back. “Right? Like how is anyone suppose to breathe when the air is so heavy and sticky? God I hadn’t thought about how much I missed the foggy cool mornings.” It was nice to think back and bond with someone who knew up north as home like she did. It made the time pass quickly as Addy had starting Flynn’s hair as soon as they agreed to a style.

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charliechomsky​:

Oh, how Charlie had to bite on his tongue harsh enough he could taste metallic. It was only a matter of time, truly, before that was thrown in his face. If it were up to him, he’d have no association with any of the council members. Charlie and Chomsky didn’t exactly have the… best relationship. And perhaps Charlie had a way for causing her hell the past decade or so. So, voicing his political concerns surely wasn’t on his to do list. 

A few comments came to mind, all of which probably crossed some sort of line. So he settled on keeping his mouth shut. At least for a moment. He accepted the napkins, but didn’t bother dabbing himself clean. Instead, he dunked them into Addy’s drink, letting the paper attempt to soak up her drink instead. “I’m more of an eye for an eye, kind of guy,”

To say Addy is smug is an understatement. The smirk that forms on her face after the look Charlie gives her and the lack of words coming out of his mouth makes her feel victorious. She keeps smirking as he reaches for the napkins and learns how short lived her victory actually is.

The smirk is gone from her face as Addy looks now deeply offended. She had so carefully saved her drink from spilling just to have it wasted. Still, Addy refuses to back down and even after meeting this person once she is sure he is the rudest person to be let into the town.

She lets the napkins full absorbed all of the drink before taking them out of the cup and shoving them at Charlie. “Here’s that drink you said I owed you.”

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charliechomsky​:

And yet another reason to hate this town. Perhaps he was just meant to be the lone wolf in an end of the world situation. And oh so easily, he’d leave these suffocating walls. If he wasn’t reunited by the one person he gave a shit about. Unfortunately for him, and the whole town of Fairvale, Charlie was staying as long as the other lingered around. It was doubtful that no matter how much progress could potentially be made, the kid would remain as sour and pessimistic as ever. 

Optimism wasn’t his strong suit. Neither was being nice. And for once, he didn’t start it. Not technically. Though a normal person would just brush it off, maybe laugh. The intoxication only heightened his irritability. So it was a no brainer the scowl that traced his features as Addy unremorsefully sips on her intact drink. “Let me guess. You’re a fan of wasting resources and partying it up while people are being eaten alive as he speak,” he stated in a stoic tone, switching the hands his beer was in to shake off the droplets that spilled. “Classy,”

Being intoxicated isn’t helping Addy at all in this situation. If she took a step back she might realize that maybe she just heard his tone wrong to start. Or maybe she wouldn’t have been so easily offended that one person out of how many were there didn’t actually like the event going on. But Addy’s mind is cloudy and she doesn’t like how much the person in front of her is acting like he is too good for everyone going on under the cover of caring about town resources.

“It’s your mother a member of the council? Considering this is an approved event maybe you should take up your worry of wasted resources with your mommy.” Addy can’t help but roll her eyes. They are still are close enough to the bar that Addy can squeeze between a few people and grab a couple of napkins.

Most of them are crumpled which she is sure that Mr. Stuck Up isn’t going to like but she still hands then out to him. “Wouldn’t want your perfect clothes to stain.”

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charliechomsky​:

Charlie had stopped by for one person and one person only. And while seeing her preoccupied with… a select few, there was a bitterness staining his tongue. So, more than the mere two beers upon entry had been taken by now. It was rowdy. And hot. And he was surrounded by drunk strangers, which wasn’t exactly his forte. Wasn’t a scene he was used to. Never went to college and was off doing more troublesome activities than parties when in school. 

So suppose he didn’t know how to be a grown ass adult without being a complete grump. Surely, worse things could happen then being bumped into by one of the drunk girls. While her drink was seemingly safe, clearly her biggest concern, his once full-drink now was half empty, a quarter on himself, and a quarter on the floor. 

Furrowed brows only met with a scoff. Suppose this whole night was stupid. A waste of resources. Waste of time. Waste of energy. “You’d call this a party? Think I might damn near go insane if I hear another tone-deaf drunk person singin’ like their life depends on it,” that is, if he wasn’t already insane. But alas. “Definitely owe me a drink,” he commented out, nodding off onto the mess that he sure as hell wasn’t gonna clean up. Someone would have fun with a slip and slide, surely. 

Addy was never one to let someone else dampen her mood. She always liked to say positive and keep a smile on her face. A frown formed on her face and she looked up at the other guy. Maybe he was just in a bad mood since she ran into him. Clearly while her drink didn’t spill his had and while normally Addy would be apologizing and trying to grab a napkin or something to wipe the drink she spilled off of him. Normally.

But this person did not just dump on the event her friend Ray had put so much time into. “I don’t see you up there trying to do any better.” Sure, Addy had spent part of the night with Victor and then Yale making light hearted fun at the people on stage but now Addy was up in arms about this kid doing it. “Let me guess, the night isn’t good enough for you?”

Addy might not really know enough about the guy in front of her but she just assumed that had to be part of his issues with the very well put together event. When he mentions that she owes him a drink Addy just stares before taking a long drink from her cup without breaking eye contact. “I’m sure the homebrew wouldn’t be up to your standards.”

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location: The Hard Times date: July 24th 2020 availability: closed @charliechomsky​

As much as Addy loved the atmosphere and almost everyone being in one place it really didn’t leave much room if the bar for anyone to move around. The air hung heavy from the warmth of all the people and the mixture of that and Addy being just the tiniest of bit, well maybe more then a tiny bit, drunk, left Addy starting to feel crowded for the first time all night.

Her drink still in hand Addy tried to make her way for the door. Hoping just the small bit of fresh air from being outside to be enough to cool her off even if she knew the humidity would still be hanging in the air. Addy didn’t make it that far.

Turning to quickly and not paying attention Addy found herself slamming right into someone. Of course her only worry was her drink and when Addy saw the half filled cup was still in fact half full she smirked. “No party foul!”

This honestly wasn’t the correct answer to running into someone but it was all Addy seemed worried about until she looked at the annoyed face of the person she had bumped into. “Oh. I mean. Sorry?”

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southernrays​:

location: The Hard Times date: July 24th 2020 time: 7pm + later availability: open !! @thecatastrophicstarters other: event para that can take place any time in the night

The Hard Times was alive with energy, and Ray felt it thrumming under his skin. The flyers, with Livia’s help, had turned out gorgeous. Ray hung them around town with the help of some of Fairvale’ citizens, and the hope that someone would turn up for the party. They had the machines dusted off, the guitars tuned, the tables re-arranged, and a brand new beer ready for debut.

Even Ray himself was all shiny and new. He had a successful haircut with Addy, who shaved the sides down so smooth that Ray could feel whenever a gust of wind blew by. Ray also trimmed his beard to be less caveman. The white button down shirt was his last clean top, his jeans and boots were dusted off, and his cowboy hat was out in full effect.

The Hard Times had never looked so full of live and Ray beamed with joy at the turnout. He would never take full credit for anything, but Ray had a hand in planning all of this, and helping it come together, and there was pride in what they had accomplished. Ray had hoped that the town could finish its mourning and turn over a new page, and the residents seemed to agree with him.

It would be wrong to have anyone else start off the night on karaoke. Ray held the mic up to his mouth, just far enough away to avoid feedback, and waited for the crowd to simmer down.

“Good evening, everyone. For those of y’all who don’t know me, I’m Ray. Consider me one of your hosts for the night.” If Fairvale ran off of solar power completely, Ray’s smile could fuel the entire town for tonight. “Thank all y’all for being here tonight to celebrate with us. I’ll be takin’ feedback of the beer, too. Unless it’s negative. That can wait for tomorrow.”

I’ve Got Friends In Low Places was an oldie. Ray loved the simple twang, the ridiculous lyrics, and the general mood of the song. It was a southern karaoke classic and a Garth Brooks masterpiece.

“I figured I’d get us started off on karaoke tonight with an old classic.”

Ray sang his heart out, of course. He had had the song memorized by the age of twelve and didn’t need any screen to assist him with the words. Ray could carry a tune, and a country classic was right in his wheelhouse. He emphasized lyrics, raising his homemade beer glass when the line “and the beer chases my blues away” hits at the chorus and makes a whole performance out of it. By the end of his song there was a flush on his face, a slight sheen of sweat from nerves and all of his moving, and a warm feeling in his chest. This was exactly what he wanted when he arrived to Fairvale, and he can’t help but feel like it was good to go be true, still.

Ray handed off the microphone to the next in line. As much as he loved socializing, Ray didn’t want or need to be in the spotlight for very long. Ray grinned over at the next face he saw, taking a long pull from his beer - his beer, not some old stale ale stuffed away and flat - and let out a happy noise.

Addy hadn’t had a chance all night to grab Ray. When she first got to the bar she planned on trying to grab him right from the start but he was busy starting off the night and then Addy quickly got lost in the events of the evening. Any time it felt like she tried to make her way to the bar to get his attention he was either busy or someone grabbed her attention and Addy was, most the time quite literally, pulled away.

Still she was determined to at least get his attention for a few seconds to tell him how great the beer was and try to con him into closing out the night with a song just like he opened it. Addy pushed her way through the crowd and forced herself to the end of the bar and sat there staring holes into the back of Ray’s head as he served out drinks to a few others.

Addy likes to think her psychic powers are what willed him to look in her direction after she spent a good five minutes just staring at him hoping it would get his attention. Addy flashed a huge smile and waved him over. “I know everyone wants their ten seconds with the host but I am clearly the most important person here so it’s my turn.”

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fletcherbailey​:

“I am-” Fletch lightly taps the tip of her nose gleefully. “So proud of you, Addy.” And yeah, he’s feeling it. She is too. Enough so he just about thinks he can trick her onto that stage and not have a care in the world. Lord knows he cannot sing to save his life, but he will be belting any lyric he can because the point of the night is to have fun.

Fletcher passes her beer to her then grabs his to hold out for a ‘cheers’, glasses clinking together. “Do you think you can get up there without tripping long enough to sing a song with me? I have several choices in mind, all of which are, oh-” he takes a sip of his beer, “- fantastic. Or should I let you drink a little more before I sell myself?”

Addy frowns for a second. Completely fake and forced. Her brows and nose are over scrunched like she is overly upset at the idea of him trying to ply her with booze to get onto the stage with him. The look doesn’t last long and even if it did Fletcher has to know her well enough by now to know it is fake and Addy clinks her glass with his.

She takes a long drink for her glass before raising a brow. “Give me your definition of fantastic.” Addy is expecting the worse of the worst songs to come out of his mouth. She takes another drink, already knowing there is not way she could actually say no to Fletcher but still going to drag it out. “And if I do trip you gonna make sure you catch me right?”

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benny-chanda​:

“Police, damn,” Bishan said. Doing someone’s hair was very different from becoming a police. “I mean… we shouldn’t consider being a police officer a business, right. That kind of defeats the whole point,” he suggested. There was a slight grin on his face. He hadn’t had many interactions with police, but he did have a natural instinct to distrust them, which had served him well. He also gave them way too much free booze whenever they came to the bar, that must’ve helped. 

“Uhm,” he answered. He wasn’t so sure what he wanted, just that he figured anyone else would do a better job than him. “What do you think would look better?” he asked, stomach making a slight tumble at those words, a sort of request for advice he wouldn’t have thought himself capable of. 

“Scars are sexy, clearly I’ve almost been nicked by an arrow, that’s why it’s there,” he chuckled. If only. His scars made people feel pity rather than sexiness, he was certain of that. 

“Aside from doing my own hair? Bartender, I worked at this small local bar in Atlanta pretty much as soon as I graduated high school. Had a little dance floor and a stage with a piano, pretty nice place,” he offered. 

“You haven’t met my family then.” Addy couldn’t help but laugh. “Not that we weren’t given another choice. It just kinda happened that way.” Addy sometimes worried that how she mentioned her whole family was in the police force that it seemed she had no other choice. Addy just generally loved the idea growing up to follow her dad and brothers and over all still enjoyed the job.

Addy pauses for a second. Looking over Benny’s hair and trying to get an idea for what would look best. “I think short then better considering this damn awful heat out there.”

She can’t help but chuckle again. “And here I thought I was the only one who had good stories for scars.” She finished buzzing both sizes of his hair, setting the clippers down on the counter and before going for the comb and scissors to finish the top she points at a scar on her forearm that was the reason for her first meeting Fletcher. “I see your arrow to the ear and raise you a shark attack in the middle of landlocked Georgia.”

Addy grabbed a spray bottle, giving Benny’s hair a quick spray to make it easier to cut and comb before starting to trim up the top to an even length. “That sounds fun. What made you choose to be on maintenance here instead of working the bar?”

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yalejacobson​:

open starter / @thecatastrophicstarters​ / karaoke night. 

‘community’ wasn’t something yale had ever really been fond of. sure, back home in nebraska, she’d had her small group of friends to count on, to look after and know they’d keep an eye on colette while she was gone. but that was hardly community - or at least, not a positive one by most standards. 

living in fairvale sometimes felt like some sort of surreal trip on acid. they had lost a fair number of their town in the past two months already, and now they were having a karaoke night like nothing was happening around them. like they’d be able to go back to their houses at the end of it, turn on netflix and relax. 

sometimes, yale wondered if she was the only sane one in town. 

but it was at the bar, which was where she spent most of her nights anyways, and she could silently mock from her end of the bar top - as far away from the commotion as possible - while still ‘reporting’ on the event for the paper. the next issue would have to come out in a couple weeks, lest people think it was a fluke, and the inane bullshit these people found themselves partaking in was a gold mine of satire, even if no one else read it as such. 

a smirk crossed her features as the next duet performed - a classic 80s bop everyone knew but could hardly stomach unless they were wasted - and she picked up her own drink, mostly talking to herself though there were people surrounding her anyways. “i’m beginning to think these aren’t watered down tonight,” she snickered, “because there’s no way anyone would do this mostly sober.” 

The night had been filled and Addy honestly just needed a second to sit. She found a spot near the end of the bar, farthest from everything going on and sat for what felt like the first time in a while. She debated another drink. Weighting the pros and cons and how much she thought her head would hurt in the morning and if she would still have enough tokens left for coffee if she did. 

Instead her attention is pulled to the voice of the girl next to her. Addy wasn’t sure if Yale was talking to her or not. She looks around for a second, making sure Yale isn’t in the middle of a conversation with someone else that Addy isn’t about to interrupt. When no one immediately answers Yale, Addy jumps right in.

“Or they have a friend who bullied them into it.” Addy laughed considering that is what she kept telling Fletcher he had done to get her up there. “Or both. That was my case.” Addy laughed again. Yale was right though. Almost everyone in the bar had some sort of drink in hand and Addy is sure that was part of the reason she saw so many people on stage tonight.

“Though I like to think me and Fletcher weren’t this embarrassing.” Addy nodded in the direction of the stage.