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#⎡⟣⟪ visage.⎦#// imagine him with a bottle of olmeca silver instead

olivicisms:

“it’s normally not horrible,” she responded softly in response shrugging her shoulders. “you see all kind of interesting people and things,” she gave a small laugh, “people tend to make fools of themselves as the night goes on, can be entertaining,” she continued quirking her head to the side, “oh it’s just great,” she responded sardonically before she picked up her drink finishing it off quickly and nodding towards the bartender signaling for another one.

abel let out a soft snort “a CHAOTIC observer,, i feel kind’a compromised right now.” he raised an eyebrow in the brown-haired stranger’s direction while reaching for his sixth and last shot of the tequila line. “well, i’m n o t going to make a fool of myself...” he paused and licked the salt around the glass and downed the liquid inside. “but still − people say i’m quite the entertainer after the sixth shot.” he managed a broad smile while the sourness of the lemon slice he just bit into was forcing his face muscles to grimace.

#⎡ 𝛪nteractions.—⎦#;;olivia

olivicisms:

olivia sat alone at the bar of some local bar, her friends fanned out somewhere in the sea of people behind her. she knew she’d have to find them at some point, considering she was the designated driver per usual. in between her hands she nursed what felt like her 100th diet coke of the night. normally she didn’t mind being sober, but after a tough day of pre-teens and their hormones sometimes all she wanted was to kick back with a few beers. but, she had made a promise to herself and knew it was for the best. “—you know, places like this are lot more fun when you’re drinking,” she spoke aloud to the person next to her.

abel wasn’t supposed to be here, he realized it only after he downed his fifth shot of tequila. he reached out to his phone and unlocked the screen, —shit, the screen was too bright. he checked the time; too late to start translating the paper due the day after. he cursed to himself under his breath, things were getting out of his hand and he was just sitting here drinking. he took notice of the girl sitting next to him. holding a diet coke can between her hands but seemed like she could use an actual drink. “yeah — i’d think so. i’ve never been at a bar and not drink a few though. you good there with your non-alcoholic beverage?” he smirked a little.

#⎡ 𝛪nteractions.—⎦#;;olivia

adozenhawks:

oh, thank god. it wasn’t that jacob disliked his job — quite the opposite, actually, he both enjoyed it and excelled in it. it was just that, coming from a big city, sometimes it got a bit boring. officially, he was hired on as his position in his previous city, a neurosurgeon, but with little happening in the sleepy little borough, he generally found himself consulting on cases that didn’t even relate to his specialty. it had been a long thirteen hours, and though he was tired, he wasn’t nearly exhausted enough to fall asleep, so he pulled his car up to the curb in front of the first bar he found and wandered in, sitting at the bar. “glenlevit, whatever you have, a double on the rocks,” he muttered, tossing a bill across the bar to the bartender. thankfully, not many others were in the bar, so he’d be able to enjoy his drink without someone screaming in his ear.

the usual twelve hour shift felt like twelve years to abel — he had too many cups of coffee that his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. a cup, caffeine rush && crash; the cycle repeated and repeated. yet still, he felt content with himself when he walked out of the center’s door. he dispatched a team to get a deranged addict threatening to kill his baby if the neighbors didn’t give him money — drug money. the team made it in time and the officials took the baby and the guy was arrested immediately. it had been a stressful day and he wanted to sleep but the ridiculous amount of caffeine in his veins didn’t let him. he stopped by the bar just across his apartment for a quick drink. it was not packed at all. he noticed the wide-shouldered && raven haired man beside him, he looked just as tired yet steady. he was sitting up straight, while taking out a bill from his wallet, unlike abel, his hands didn’t shake, not all. “would you make that two, glen? thanks.” he turnt his head to face the steady-handed man, nodding his head curtly.

#⎡ 𝛪nteractions.—⎦#;;jacob

⋙——( PARANOIA by ADTR. ) that song always reminds me of abel atenas. he is a twenty-five year old cismale that has lived in honey county for seven years, currently residing in the main street. abel is a 911 dispatcher around here, with a reputation for being daring, dedicated, egocentric, & mistrustful. it’s hard to miss him at leon's pub in town, especially since they look so much like niko pepaj. ( as penned by aleyna, 20, gmt+3, she/her. )

hellurr i’m aleyna && this is my son abel;;

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