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starter for; @noantos.

location; legacy, nightclub.

Weekdays were slow, Tuesdays especially. Still, the club was filled with people on every day of the week. Even though Newport wasn’t as big of a town as Los Angeles, people still liked to party. Or at least sit and drink and listen to loud music. It was good for business to stay open 6 days out of 7 and although Alessa had people for every single job, she still preferred to be present. Tonight it seemed like a good night to be that dedicated. “Would you look at that.” She said, walking up to the guy she’d met a couple of weeks ago at a bar, “You’d think we ran into each other more often, given Newport isn’t that big. Yet it’s been over a month.”

#noah de santos.#interaction.#interaction ft. noah.

CARTER BAKER.

Location: legacy nightclub

Date: Friday night

ANOTHER HOME RUN FOR THE HOME TEAM or whatever. He won & therefore, it was the only thing that matter. One step closer to the goal & another step closer to the life he deserves and has battled to achieve. He should be home, sitting with Rachel and celebrating over a cozy dinner, watching movies and picking the menu to be served at their wedding, yet, he did not manage to paint himself just yet. Not till the baby was born, that’s when he will stop, he says, that’s when he will one hundred percent give this all up and be good old American dear husband and father. For now, he would sit in his VIP booth and will drink to his new contract signed at any point or any hours of any day, regardless of what. ❛ Okay peers, the next round on me, cheers . ❜ He announces to anyone closer to listen, mostly, speaking to his fellow associates but also to whoever wanted to sink some alcohol in their systems.

The night was a busy one. So busy that Alessandra left the safety of her office to help around the bar and tend to guests who were eager to drown their sorrows or celebrate whatever the hell there was to celebrate. Either way, Alessa didn’t care. “I wouldn’t say that too loudly here. We have a few regulars who mooch off that type of kindness. Those girls are ruthless.” She laughed, placing whatever order she carried on the table, eyes flying over the table to make sure they had everything they could possibly need, “More snacks? Other wishes?”

#carter baker.#interaction.#interaction ft. carter.

JOSIE CARPENTER.

location: the grocery store

“Okay, mom wants me to make a pie and I’m gonna make a pie. I can do this,” Josie breathed as she stared at the ingredients sitting on the shelf before her, not sure where to start. She didn’t remember why she had agreed to such a thing, cooking had never been her fore. It required far more patience than she was capable of and there were better uses of her time than sitting and waiting for an oven to ding.

The scientist scrolled through the recipe with a hum, her brows furrowing in concentration. “I need cinnamon, sugar, pumpkin… you know what, maybe I should just buy a pie. Who would really be able to tell the difference anyway?”

Why was every single shop around town filled to the brim at this time of the year? Was there a scheduled apocalypse coming? A storm? Alessandra would never understand those people. Thanksgiving was over and done with and now, Christmas madness began. Didn’t people know that shops were open all year round? It was safe to assume that Alessa regretted her decision to accompany Josie to get groceries right now. There was too much shoving and yelling for her taste, “As much as I would love to get out of her quicker by buying a pie, she’ll know. Store-bought always has a weird chemical taste in my opinion.” Now she wasn’t a baker by any means, but even she preferred freshly baked goods, “Unless you get it at a bakery.”

#josie carpenter.#interaction.#interaction ft. josie.#i assumed connections! hope that's okay :)

LEVI VILJOEN.

date: November 26th time: 7:45pm location: the Golden Spoon

Nobody was in the frozen yogurt shop when he went inside of it a long while, but he hadn’t anticipated the rise in people searching for something on this cold November night. Levi, under the barista’s narrowed-eyed stare, grabbed a small bowl if only so she didn’t question why he was still hanging around. It wasn’t for the yogurt, though it was good. It was not to stalk the barista, entertaining as she was. It was to escape from the brisk air outside and the even chillier air inside his apartment with its broken heater. The door opened, and a blast of cold air hit him in the face. He hunched his shoulders, tucking the scarf a little tighter around his neck. “Stop holding the door open, some of us are already cold,” he said, looking up from his phone as someone made their way inside. His phone died, and the door fell shut once more. He slid it into his pocket, and shot a half smile vaguely to the person nearest him. “Its colder where I’m from, but I forget those sea breezes make a difference, yeah? Probably doesn’t help that I chose this place, and not, say, a hot chocolate bar, if such a place exists here. What time is it now?”

Although Alessandra had spent the majority of her life in America, far away from the climate in Cuba, the difference in the temperatures still affected her; at least that’s what she told herself. It probably didn’t help to take a vacation to Cuba while the temperatures in California were dropping, but she’d still done it. A second time. It was like she didn’t want to learn from past mistakes. 60 degrees were cold to her. “It’s close to eight now.” She answered the man on the other table, taking a sip from the milkshake she’d chosen to get instead of frozen yogurt. It was still freezing, however. “I just came back from my vacation and it feels like a completely different climate to me, to be honest.” She laughed a little, “Who else whips out their winter coats in 60-degree weather?”

#levi viljoen.#interaction.#interaction ft. levi.

ETHAN PRICE.

open starter » @newportstarters· location » Capsule Records

It took him more than an hour to cut the paper snowflakes. Ethan didn’t realise they would be this complicated, it was paper for god’s sake, but here he was burning midnight oil to get these done before the sun rose. The night started off with ten sheets of crisp white paper, and by the time sleep took over, he had cut six successful flakes, the others…well an attempt was made. He woke up feeling groggy but somewhat accomplished. Leaving his apartment in more of mess than usual, he rushed off to work, feeling excited for once.

He’d gotten the idea to liven up the record store when he came across some old decorations stored in the back room a few days ago. Ethan hadn’t noticed them before, mostly likely because never cleaned back there. It wasn’t a lie, he had avoided cleaning at every situation that arose, but finding himself rostered on the slowest day, with a stern note saying he needed to do it, there weren’t any excuses left. It was a lucky find and with Christmas around the corner, stores already went to town with decorations, so why shouldn’t he give this shot? The plan was in motion and Ethan was ready to reap the rewards.

“Oh hell.” Was his response when he stood back to admire his handiwork. The store window, once bare, was now home to an assortment of baubles, crooked paper snowflakes, one Santa holding up a sign that said Have a Groovy Christmas, and the explosion of colourful tinsel just added to the chaoticness of it all. What started off as good thought, ended with him hanging his head in shame. Ethan was sure a three year old could decorate better than him, hands tied and eyes closed. He had half a though to rip it all apart and pretend it never happened but catching a figure move in his peripheral vision, told him it was too late for such wishes. “Please tell me it doesn’t look bad. Lie if you must.”

Christmas undoubtedly used to be Alessandra’s favorite holiday. The decorations, the food, and her family in one place. Her home life had never been your typical image of parents with their children however. Her mother only came around on some days, preferring to spend the holidays with a new boyfriend somewhere even warmer than Cuba. Yet her father always managed to make Christmas a special time. When they were still living in Cuba, they’d spent it with her grandparents and lots of cousins from all over the country and when they moved to America, it became a smaller affair.

Since her sister passed away, however, there wasn’t much to put her into the mood for Christmas. There would be a dinner but it couldn’t be compared to what they used to have. Caterina would still be dead. So, Alessa occupied her mind with other things. Decorations and music for her club would be enough to keep her busy until Christmas would be over again and then New Year's Eve would be the busiest of nights for her. Thankfully.

Capsule Records was one of her favorite places to be whenever the blonde needed a moment to herself; to keep her thoughts out of her head for a change. Ethan wasn’t a stranger because of how many hours she’d spent in his shop and when he spoke to her, Alessa was pulled out of her thoughts and back into the present, “It actually looks good.” She smiled at him, taking a few steps closer to the window to inspect his work, “Not going to lie.. when you said you were cutting the snowflakes out yourself, I didn’t think it would turn out this well.” Her smile was now replaced by a grin, “All jokes aside, this is amazing. I wish Legacy had windows I could decorate.”