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babejadax:

“I don’t live in scrubs though. I do sometimes go out.”

“Sometimes? More like rarely. It’s whatever. Wear the bowtie out. You’ve already done it, anyway.”

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Audrey found herself on a soft patch of grass overlooking the duck pond, trying to keep herself from getting lost in the clouds. It was one of those crystal clear days where the pond wasn’t covered in ducks and algae to the point that if one squinted enough, they could see the clouds reflected in the water. Audrey sat, studying the sky for a long time. She’d just finished smoking--only a small joint--just enough to keep the edge of the pain away. She only chanced it on her days off, as working with heavy machinery wasn’t exactly a good idea when high. She’d forgotten to stop by somewhere and get some food, though, so suddenly everything in the world looked edible. She thought she heard someone nearby and threw her head back to see who it was. “Do you ever just want to pour gravy on the clouds and eat them like mashed potatoes?”

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babejadax:

“Oh. I suppose I could take it off then.”

“What do you need to wear a bowtie for? Don’t you just wear scrubs?”

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stasiapetrov:

she smiled. maybe she had ulterior motives, but it was working and she wasn’t going to take that for granted. “should we take your bike or mine?” she had a mischievous look painted on her face. “i think that it’ll be dark by the time we get there so we could even have a beach moonlight picnic.” 

Audrey hadn’t thought of a picnic, but the idea sounded really nice. The beach was one of her favorite spots. “Well, you’ve already offered your bike. I assume its all prepped to go, then? We can stop by a gas station and pick up some fruit packs and string cheese and high tail it out of here.”

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@stasiapetrov

Audrey fumbled with her keys as she pushed her way into her apartment. She and Stasia had been out riding into the late afternoon and she needed the ground to stop spinning. Even though she’d been off the bike for a solid twenty minutes the world wouldn’t stop moving around her. She’d intended on giving Stasia the grand tour of the apartment, but after going up the stairs, the vertigo hit her all at once. “Give me just... a minute or two okay?” She said, one hand on her head as if that would stop the world from moving for two seconds. Eventually she dropped to the couch, her breathing coming in short spurts.

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@milopomme

There were some actual occasions when Audrey picked up around the apartment and that was always when she had company over. She and Zoe had an agreement that they would clean on alternating weeks, but Audrey’s week always seemed to have some issue with it. She was working on it. Really. In fact, when Milo came over to convince her to watch Ancient Aliens with him, she’d had enough with the same three pieces of evidence used over and over that she decided Wow, now is a really great time to clean up. She picked through all the dishes in the living room and toppled them over to the sink, starting to get the dishwater ready before calling across the room from the small galley kitchen. “Hey, Milo, can you grab the dishes from the bedrooms for me?”

[babejadax]

“I saw that bowties were cool but do you think this outfit looks alright?” Jada turned slowly, giving the other a view of her outfit. “I can take it off if it looks weird.”

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“It looks weird.”

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thehuginhugo:

❝ He just looks proud of himself until I tell him off, then he pouts. But that’s only because he knows it means I can’t stay mad at him. ❞

“Aw, I can’t stay made at him either and his big giant face,” Audrey said, her tone turning to one that resembled talking to a baby. She imitated mooshing an invisible Polo in the face but as she did so, her hands cramped up and she stopped walking and held perfectly still, her eyes shut and scrunched up tight. She’d be fine, she just needed to wait for the worst of the pain to pass.

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ritacastro:

As much as Rita hated drinking at bars, she trusted herself more when she drank around people, much more able to cut herself off after a few vodka sodas than at home when she was susceptible to just drinking a whole bottle. The downside of that, however, was that sports were always playing on the tv and with that came people yelling at the screens. ❝ What, you think you could do so much better? ❞

Audrey snorted, giggling way too much already. She wasn’t too far into the night, but she’d mixed alcohol which was always a big no-no. “Are you kidding me?” she hid her mouth in her hand. “I would get halfway across the field about to pop one of those players until the refs had to hold me back. I have no patience for organized sports.” She liked yelling at the television, though. It was safe and she usually held back enough to not throw things at it and bust the screen. They’d probably never let her on the field, anyway. She’d pass exactly zero drug tests. “You don’t like showing the TV who’s boss?” she questioned. Audrey was definitely the type of person who yelled at horror movies.

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milopomme:

Milo opened his mouth to repeat the definition, though he stopped in his tracks as it occurred to him that she probably heard him the first time, she was simply expressing her confusion. “ Okay, that’s not killing you. Cutting into your productivity, maybe. I think they do expect you to binge them, it’s a marketing strategy. ” Again, stating the very obvious, but since when did Milo ever stop spouting useless information? He let out a relieved sigh as her dirty boots were removed from his table. “ I love Ancient Aliens, ” Milo commented, though as soon as the words left his mouth, he could see her point. “ Okay, yeah, point taken. I’ll watch out for Netflix and— what was the phrase, again? ”

“It’s a marketing strategy,” Audrey mimicked with a nasally voice even though Milo didn’t sound like that at all. She lived for teasing him. She didn’t think she could ever stop. “You and Oz, I swear to god. I bet your watching history is nothing but documentaries.” She said it like it was a bad thing, but even she had to admit, some of those scarier documentaries about government conspiracies were pretty convincing. Like ancient cities beneath the ocean? Who would have thought? “Netflix and chill,” she said for him again slowly, the corner of her mouth quirking upward in a smirk. “It’s the ‘chill’ you need to look out for. I can’t have my SMile-O getting taken advantage of. But I mean, you can always use it on someone, now.”

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brittiism:

The mechanic moved closer to Britt, and she offered her a small smile, her eyes moving back to the television set over the bar. “I’m not a big horse racing person to begin with. Probably doesn’t help that none of them are doing particularly well right now….” She laughed, seeing the hat in question. “Oh god, I think you have to have a drink for every one of those flowers on the hat.” Britt raised her glass, downing a large gulp. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I could go for another gin and tonic.” Her eyes widened at the girl’s suggestion. “I think you’re trying to kill us…”

“Hey, I’m not the one who suggested we drink for every flower on her hat,” Audrey pointed out. “That’s what will kill us. We might never see Red Hat Society ladies. Is that even a thing anymore?” Audrey used to see the red and purple decorations at the junk shops around town, but it seemed like even that trend was disappearing. It didn’t matter to her. She didn’t think she’d ever be that old. It was hard to think like that anyway. It was easier to dwell on the beauty beside her. Britt was very easy on the eyes, and in most cases, more interesting than the derby. She ordered a gin and tonic anyway and leaned an elbow on the counter. “It’s Brittany, right?” Audrey spent enough time at her desk before to notice the name plate but for all she knew, she’d been staring at a different name.

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flynnaganrider:

     ❝ Hey, your call, sweetheart. No inconvenience here, ❞ Flynn flashed a grin, patting down his own pockets surreptitiously. Feeling the outline of someone else’s wallet still there, he relaxed slightly, settling in to make conversation until he was sure the stranger that had been pursuing him was turned off his trail. ❝ Aw, you think that much of me already? I mean, you wouldn’t be the first pretty lady to point out my arms, but I swear I was picking up vibes like you were going to sock me. ❞ He teased, though it was less flirting, more trying to wiggle his way underneath her skin. ❝ I’m just a simple bartender, really, no flattery necessary. ❞

“Oh, that explains everything,” said Audrey, exasperated. “The cocky attitude, the hint of narcissism, the ego, the smolder. You’re a bartender. Tell me, do all bartenders have to go through a personality evaluation like for the FBI? Because I swear there’s some kind of mold you have to fit into. I’d never make it.”

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luciusharper:

Lucius moved over, away from the girl who’d just decided it was okay to invade his personal space. She was still a good distance away, but it still unnerved him. “Sorry for opening my mouth,” he said sarcastically. “If I shut up will you go away?”

“Hmmm,” Audrey hummed, pretending to think about it. “No. Probably not. But you can certainly try.”

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blanchereinc:

“I will honestly watch anything. honestly.”

“Don’t say that. There are some things not truly meant for human eyesight.”

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blanchereinc:

“Oh, believe me I know.”

“What kind do you like? I’ll tell you right now, I’m a horror movie nut.”

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luciusharper:

Lucius gave a noncommittal shrug. “I’m not alone. I talk to people all the time. In here.” he said, indicating his phone on the table in front of him. As he spoke, the phone vibrated and he grabbed it quickly, answering the text. He just wasn’t as smooth out in the real world. He needed time to plan his words and sometimes that just wasn’t offered to him. “Is there a reason you watch sports alone? Isn’t that something one does socially?”

“So... what. You just go all the way out to a pub to drink alone and text people? You can do that at home.” Audrey shouldn’t be judging so harshly. She was doing the same thing, but at least she came out with the intent of meeting new people. And what luck! She had! He was just a dick. “Okay, first of all. Tact.” She began with a sigh, then decided she was going to move from her table to his. “Second of all. You talked to me, first. That gives me exclusive bothering rights.”

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luciusharper:

“That’s your game right there,” Lucius said quietly from his table nearby. He’d barely been paying attention to the hockey game, but it was hard not to notice the loud girl watching it. “Every time someone takes a shot and misses, take a drink.”

“Okay, that’s like saying to take a drink whenever someone gets into a fight,” Audrey said with a roll of her eyes. “But it’s a lot better than my previous game.” She eyed him, all alone at a table that could seat at least four. “There a reason you’re drink alone?” Audrey had a reason. She just really really liked alcohol and preferred drinking in public than alone at home with a six pack of Smirnoff.