atlas

Who could hang a name on you? 27. bartender. mess.

[atlaslcne]

She rarely made a big deal about birthdays — in fact, Atlas had always gone far out of her way to make sure she was working when hers rolled around. It was a way to give her an excuse to avoid any of the garish celebrations she loved any other day of the year. When she wasn’t put on the Balcony schedule for the night, she decided to wander in anyway in hopes of picking up a shift. That effort failed as quickly as it began, and the bartender instead opted to help herself to a few shots. In truth, there was something she found innately sad about spending the day alone, though drinking at the bar alone wasn’t much better. But by the time she let her second Four Horseman work it’s way through her, she was almost in a good mood. Generous, even. So as she ordered another shot, she decided to make it two, flashing the person nearest her a wry grin. “What? You’re not gonna make a girl drink alone on her birthday, are you?” 

[atlaslcne]

━★ ( phoebe tonkin, cis female, she/her ) hey, that’s ( atlas lane ), who’s lived here for ( four years ). the ( twenty-seven ) year old is known to be ( confident & persuasive ) but you’ll find that they can be ( reckless & flighty ), too. i heard they work as a ( bar staff at the balcony ) and ( ruby tuesday ) by ( the rolling stones ) seems to be playing around them. ( long car rides, classic rock, cheap whiskey, late night exploring, chipped nail polish, bad choices ) ━★

comes from old money, never really wanted for anything growing up.

definitely a partier in high school, always managed to talk her way out of trouble. (either that, or her family’s reputation got her out of it.)

things blew up her senior year when a sex tape with a girl got leaked? she got kicked out of the house and essentially disowned.

she traded in her car for a shitty 1984 LeBaron, cashed out her credit cards before they could get canceled, and hit the road.

she traveled, living out her car and hotels and wherever she could get a bed for about five years before she settled in seagrove.

doesn’t talk much about her time on the road.

bartender at the balcony, and when she’s not behind the bar, she tends to be on the other side of it.

big fan of whiskey, good music and women.

bi bi bi.

incredibly flirtatious, it’s basically her primary mode of communication.

on the other hand, terrible with commitment. the last time someone told her they loved her she left town for two weeks without a word because she’s an adult who handles feelings very well.

i have a million wanted connections for her but i’m forever a sucker for brotps and angsty exes? give me all the one night stands okay. more here and here. i dunno just love me.

[faye-chamberlain]

[ritchytozier]

me: craves a relationship

anyone: shows a hint of attraction towards me

me:

[atlaslcne]

shanexbarrett:

At least pretend to be surprised. He gave a snort in lieu of a laugh as he settled down in his seat, peeling off his soaked jacket and setting it on the empty stool beside him. “I’m not that good an actor,” he told her with a smirk. “Damn sky opened up just as I pulled in the parking lot,” he told the brunette before ordering a whiskey neat. “I’ll never be used to the rain.” His voice was soft and deep as always, words rolling off his tongue with slow certainty, as if he was always saying them carefully enough not to get tongue tied. “What always brings me here,” he answered her with a glance. “I was thirsty. How far are you in?” he wondered aloud. “Should I catch up?” 

“That hurts,” she said, hand going to her chest in feigned offense, gesture betrayed by her lingering grin. Hazel eyes lazily followed his movement, small smile of approval flickering as he placed his order. Atlas could pretend it was being a bartender that got her in the habit of judging people by their drink orders, but that had started long before she was slinging martinis for hours on end at The Balcony. She was immediately partial to anyone who ordered whiskey, as shallow a litmus test as it was. “Six years, and I still think it’s bullshit.” She said, voice ringing with indignation as if the rain were out to personally spite her. She had to admit she enjoyed his cadence — deliberate. As if he were testing the weight of each word on his tongue before releasing it into the world. “Think what you meant was the company,” she teased, finishing off her glass and flashing him a grin and giving the empty glass a little shake before returning it to the bar. “You’re in luck, darlin’. Just finished the first lap. You might be able to catch up.” She challenged, picking up her second glass and taking a small sip. She’d intended a casual drink while she waited out the storm — but the Seagrove sky remained dark, and she was never one to say no to company.

[ananoskov]

Luna was with a babysitter for the night, which meant that she had been given a night to do as she pleased. After some consideration — and slight peer pressure — the brunette decided that staying at home in her pyjamas and binge watching Grey’s Anatomy wasn’t the way to spend the night. Instead, the brunette put on a dress and heels to head out at a local bar. Her main goal of the night would be to end up passed out on her couch. It had been too long since she’d last let go of her worries and done something reckless. It had been more than a few hours since she’d taken the seat at the bar, and with a few shots down, she let the most recent slip through her fingers until it crashed on the ground. “No, no, I promise I’m not drink… I mean, drunk,” she assured the bartender in fear that they would begin pulling her drinks. “Right?” She then turned to the patron on her side, hoping they would have her back. “I’m totally fine!”

[atlaslcne]

If she were behind the bar, Atlas would’ve stopped serving the other woman two shots ago. A woman dressed to the nine’s alone in the bar throwing back shots was usually a bad sign — or at least, a sign of trouble. But she was not behind the bar. She was perched happily in her stool, a few shots deep herself, and she was in no mood to crash anyone else’s party. She chuckled, lazily looping her arm through the other woman’s as she regarded the bartender. A gesture of ‘don’t worry, she’s not alone.’ “Can I get two of whatever she’s been ordering?” She asked, wrinkling her nose as she glanced back over at the woman for a moment. “And maybe a water.” She added, as if it undid the damage. As the bartender moved along, she settled back into her own seat, angling toward the other. “Alright, Belle of the Bar — you sure you’re good?” 

[shanexbarrett]

One thing that Shane just couldn’t get used to about Florida was the afternoon monsoons. It never failed that it rained most afternoons. He wasn’t too big a fan of the rain, but he appreciated the coolness it left behind after the clouds rolled out. But now, as he sat in his car and attempted to wait out the precipitation, Shane figured he could just make a run for it. Typical Shane to never have an umbrella when he needed one. He really should have invested in one to keep in his car. But knowing him, he’d just leave it somewhere randomly and never see it again. So making a break for it, Shane darted to the bar’s front door, dripping wet as he set foot inside and shook out his jacket and ran a hand through his now soaked hair. Whatever. He just wanted a drink. The bar was nearly empty, and his eyes searched the place for the optimal place to sit, before finding a familiar face at the end of the bar. They hadn’t noticed him yet, so casually he strolled over, settling into the seat next to them. “Hey stranger… fancy seeing you here.” 

[atlaslcne]

Atlas had purchased approximately one umbrella since she first moved to Florida — and the damned thing had been claimed by the wind the first time she used it. She took it as a sign thats he wasn’t meant to own one, and had been hoping for the best since. Good intentions hadn’t been enough to keep her dry today, though — not by a longshot. She settled into the barstool, pouting and just barely not dripping wet, hand clutched around her whiskey tumbler as if it could somehow dry her off. She tipped half of it back, figuring that it could at least help her care slightly less about the day’s shift. As the glass settled back onto the bar with a satisfying ‘clink,’ she heard a familiar voice. Ina  familiar setting, no less. “At least pretend to be surprised.” She said, wry grin curving her lips. As if she couldn’t be found in this very bar every other day. She chuckled, hazel eyes taking in his soaked appearance. “You too, eh? Fuckin’ Florida,” she muttered, motioning for the bartender for two more glasses before turning back to Shane. “What brings you here on this beautiful afternoon?” The edges of her words tinged with sarcasm as she cast one more disdainful glance at the outside. 

[willrichmcnd]

“hey, i have an idea.” he smiled. a hazy glow of tired happiness set around him. william’s words had no specific aim. he was talking to whoever was close, whoever would listen. “let’s egg your ex’s house.” if you were paying enough attention, you would hear by the way his tone dragged the word let’s a little more than his accent would allow that william was drunk. maybe not drunk yet, not specifically, but past dizzy, certainly, threading dangerously close to drunk. “they fucking suck. they don’t deserve you. let’s do it. it’ll be awesome.” if you were paying enough attention, though, you would see by the way his fingers tapped repeatedly against the bar that the suggestion had nothing to do with the ex in question, but much more to do with william slowly growing restlessness.

[atlaslcne]

Atlas was in rare form — the girl spent a substantial amount of her time either side of a bar, and she prided herself on being able to hold her alcohol. Tonight, she was toeing the line of truly drunk. So when a voice sounded out beside her, she turned to see the source. She recognized him, she thought — but nailing down who he was and where she knew him was a task for a far more sober Atlas Lane. At his suggestion, an easy laugh escaped her. Though, her expression shifted to one of clear contemplation. “Bad news, babe. No exes to speak of,” she hummed. A clear lie, but she preferred to put as many miles as she could between herself and past relationships. Mentally, and physically. Tilting her head, she rest her elbow on the bar and wrinkling her nose. “Do have some real shit one night stands, if you’re desperate.” 

[atlaslcne]

[atlaslcne]

amiralansing:

“that’s fair.” she replied with a smile, embarrassed but comforted by the woman’s words. she had expected the woman to go on her way but once she offered one of her own coffees, amira couldn’t help smiling even more. “oh, please, i couldn’t take yours. there must be a good reason you’ve got two.” she insisted and assumed. “i mean, all i was gonna do is go home and watch property brothers. maybe it was the universe telling me i didn’t need that much energy for this task.”

Atlas didn’t consider herself to be someone who was easily charmed — but on this bright, sleep and caffeine deprived morning, there was something about the other woman abashed smile that she was absolutely charmed by. She chuckled, shaking her head. “The only reason is I’m weak and indecisive. But I’ll pretend the stars aligned for this moment, and I could use the karma more than I could use the caffeine.” She said, already resigned to giving up the colder of the two drinks. The bartender laughed. “I dunno, darlin’. It sounds daunting. I can’t watch that shit without convincing myself I’m suddenly capable of retiling my apartment and ‘repainting the walls would really open up the space.’ Shit’s dangerous.” She mused, small grin curving her lips.

[nevex-deactivated20210810]

flicking peanut shells from the bar into oblivion, eamon sat hunched over, several beers down before he heard someone settle on the stool beside him. “no interrupty. I’m winning.” he said, flicking one more shell way over the back of the bar. 

[atlaslcne]

The end of Atlas’ shift couldn’t have come soon enough — she’d been counting down the minutes since her first on the clock. As her moment of freedom finally came, she spotted a familiar face. With a sigh, she grabbed two beers from behind the bar, and neatly slid over the bartop and settled into the stool beside him. She chortled, rolling her eyes. “You’re making a fucking mess.” She said, but a chord of amusement rung out behind her words. It wasn’t her responsibility, she’d resolved. She sat the second beer in front of him. “Fine. I guess I’ll just take the free beer and leave you to... whatever the hell this is...” she trailed off, voice playful, fingers lingered around the neck of the bottle in a threat to reclaim it. 

[ky-harrison-deactivated20190526]

“it’s not that difficult,” kyle shrugged gently, setting her yoga mat down on the grass in the park, “seriously, you should give it a go. i’m not a great teacher, but i’ll try…? being bendy can have its advantages.” 

[atlaslcne]

Atlas huffed, lying down in the grass. “You’re saying so many words that I love, in a context I hate.” She muttered. It wasn’t a secret that she was no athlete. All her forays into yoga had concluded with her insisting she was dying. Sitting up, still not finished with her very mature pouting, she sighed. “Do I have to meditate? I really fucking hate mediating. I can’t think of a more boring thing on this planet than sitting in the grass and listening to myself breathe for two minutes.” 

[saltinherkiss]

Sunday afternoons were pretty much the only times Erin got to herself. Ian was at soccer practice, and though the other moms turned up her noses at her for not staying and watching, Ian assured his mom he didn’t want her hanging around and “cramping his style”. So she normally went to the beach, ran for a mile or two and then would find a spot to sit and read or whatever else she needed to do to unwind before the work and school week started again. 

A half hour before practice was to end, Erin headed back to the car. But it was only as she approached, she realized she didn’t have her keys in her pocket–or her phone. Please let the door be unlocked, she silently prayed, taking the last few steps. And when she reached for the door, it wouldn’t budge. “Damnit,” she cursed aloud. And she ran around to the other side with some sprinkle of hope that maybe it would be open. But it wasn’t. “Shit,” she breathed again, trying the handle again… and again… and again, as if her persistence would cause it to open. 

Defeated, she sighed and glanced up just as someone headed toward her down the sidewalk. “Hi, I’m locked out of my car. Do you have a phone I could borrow to call Pop-A-Lock?” 

[atlaslcne]

It was rare that Atlas got a day to herself — she never knew what to do with free time. She was a woman who either found a way to keep herself occupied, or she found herself in trouble. But she couldn’t find anyone willing to sacrifice a shift at The Balcony after two days of trying, and she’d accepted that she was going to be spending a Sunday with her own company. After finally resigning herself to the fact, she’d wandered down to the beach. She so rarely saw the beach during the day, far preferring to venture to the sandy shores after the bar closed and the rest of the city seemed to be asleep, that she was surprised by the sheer number of people. It was overwhelming, for lack of better word. She’d managed to find an empty spot to sit and enjoy her book in solitude for all of five minutes before what appeared to be a family of twelve decided her spot was far better than the one they’d been occupying. 

She weathered it, for a moment — but it was a moment filled with screaming children that seemed to stretch on until the end of time. As quickly as she’d settled into her spot, she was calling it quits on her beach day. The bar was sounding like a far better way to spend her time, afternoon drinking stigma be damned. As she made her way to her Lebaron, though, she heard frustrated muttering from the next car over. The question of what was wrong was on the tip of her tongue when she got the answer. Hazel eyes narrowed in a moment’s consideration before she deemed this wasn’t some strange sting. “I don’t. Never can remembered to carry the damned thing. But I can do you one better, sunshine.” She said, popping open her old car’s trunk and fishing out a wire hanger. “Save you about 40 bucks and half an hour of your life. Long as you don’t ask any questions.” She proposed, brow raised. 

[amiralansing-blog]

amira had been working all week and she was excited to finally get her favorite iced coffee from the bean. she decided to get herself a brownie, too, happily taking a bite as she left the shop. she caught the eye of someone walking by and almost immediately tripped on her own feet, dropping the brownie and the iced coffee simultaneously. amira’s face turned bright red as she looked down at her mess and then back up at the person who had somewhat caused her to lose her balance. “i… pretend you didn’t see that, please. for my own good.”

[atlaslcne]

 Atlas was trying to cut back on caffeine — about twice a year she got the urge to make a slight effort toward her own health. But as bartender clutched both an Americano and an iced latte (she was rather indecisive this particular morning — and every other morning), she realized she may have failed in her coffee hiatus. She caught a glimpse of the other woman, offering her a tentative smile, prepared to go about her day the other lost her footing and just about everything else. A soft chuckle passed her lips at her plea, and she shook her head. “Bad news, darlin’. I’m terrible liar.” Atlas threatened, wrinkling her nose, playful edge to her words. With a sigh, she extended her iced latte, a pout momentarily curving her lips as she offered it up. “Take it. You’d be doing me a favor.” She said, giving her second cup a sort of shake to indicate that she had enough already.

[batstobed-blog]

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[firebend]

she’s been writing for minutes now :/

[atlaslcne]

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jayce: Went on a blind date with a dude who wouldn't stop picking at his scabs. Just made a pile out of them on the restaurant table.

jayce: I excused myself to use the washroom and when I came back my soup was there but the pile of scabs wasn't. No I didn't eat the soup.

atlas: i know this is a thing young cool kids say

atlas: but fuck i'm actually gagging

atlas: next time, sunshine, there's no shame in climbing out the window