CALDERWOOD STARTERS

starters for Calderwood RP

[brewingwes]

“We have an IPA on tap.”

Although Wes would be the first to say he didn’t typically work behind the bar at his own brewery, more often than not he found himself doing just that. It wasn’t as though he had to control every aspect of the business; after all, he hired smart employees for a reason, for them to use their brains and clear up bandwidth for him. Rather, he liked being hands-on and present, for both the brewery’s sake and the customers. 

He faced the patron sitting in a bar stool and gestured to the taps. “It has hints of grapefruit. Pretty damn summery, if you ask me.”

[laceyxharris-blog]

There were very few things that annoyed Lacey more than locking herself out of her apartment. It was even worse when it was already dark outside and any attempt to get back inside by helping herself to it was going to look like she was breaking into the place because how in hell would anyone explain that? It was too bad that she currently found herself in that exact situation: kneeling in front of her door while trying to unlock the door with bobby pins. She was in the middle of her attempt when she heard someone come up behind her. Without turning around, she explained, “Listen, I know what this looks like but I swear I’m not trying to break in.”

[pamela-sharpe]

It was by choice and not necessity that Pamela worked without stopping. She frankly didn’t know what she would do if she wasn’t planning her next move or thinking about how every little thing she did would help her get closer to her goals or how it would effect her future. It was a side effect of not only being a workaholic but screwing up a perfectly good career being of her self sabotaging need to have everything. Still, even when she wasn’t working, she was working, case in point her lunch break, where she decided to stroll to the nearest park and ‘take in the scenery for mental health’ or some bullshit she read online for people who worked desk jobs that they loathed. ‘Lunch’ being a cold brew and ibuprofen, she made it to the park and found an empty bench to her luck, trying to ignore the distant sounds of kids running and screaming like the little monsters they were in the back and the sun that was beating down on her pale, unprotected skin. “ What a lovely day to bake to a crisp.” She said aloud as she pipped the pill and waited for her headache to go the hell away.”

[l33traven-blog]

The more it heated up the more Raven longed for the cold. She loved the bitter chill in the air and getting to bundle up in sweaters and overall aesthetic of Fall and Winter. Her favorite thing, however, was that the cold weather made drinking nice hot coffee perfect, not like now where her beverage had her threatening to sweat. Still, she was too stubborn to tolerate iced coffee, so she sat in the coffee shop ready to die with pride for her coffee. It was pretty crowded given the time of day, and though Raven wasn’t exactly known for her overall friendliness, when someone held their drink and looked around for a free spot, Raven found herself kicking the chair across from her out from under the table with her foot as a non-verbal ‘ you can sit here’.

[katwinchell]

“Not last call already, is it?”

[sidjcmes-blog]

“I really hope you’re heading somewhere important,” Sid asked the passerby from her cozy mound of sand overlooking the beach; steps from home but she felt immersed in the outdoors. There were some evenings that required a setup, a sculpted sand ‘couch’, a crate of beer and a fresh pouch of tobacco. As much as she enjoyed fast-paced traveling and bouncing around from state to state she had no issue offering moments to stillness. The setting sun had dashed pink across the sky, clouds splitting between oranges and dandelion yellows, the heavens alight and Sid just happy to be its audience. “You’re missing out on the best view on the whole beach.” Not true, but Sid often thought of herself as a pretty decent salesperson. 

“There are some things you just can’t miss out on in this world.” And Sidney James knew she was without doubt one of those things.

[chrissydelarosa]

“I mean, it looked way easier on HGTV.” Chrissy stepped back from the upended dresser and crossed her arms, oblivious to the paint she slathered all over them. “Good thing I wiki-how’d it, or I’d be totally lost. But I think it’s coming together,” she added, a hint of eagerness to her tone. The whole look of the house she was staging was hinging on this piece, after all. “Don’t you think?”

[rubyjonesing]

Location: Funkatorium Records | OPEN

Ruby stared out the window and took in the bright, sunny sky. It was a perfect day to be outside, breathing in the fresh air, and yet she found herself with hours left of her shift at Funkatorium Records. It didn’t help that she helped less than five customers since opening. Slow days ought to be banned, she thought. 

Pressing her eyes closed, she imagined the salty smell of the ocean, sand crunching under her feet, and waves crashing over her body. Suddenly, the door opening sounded across the shop and brought Ruby back to reality. 

“Hey there. Anything you’re looking for?”

[valeriefleming-blog]

“Sorry, I, uh, I think that’s mine,” Valerie said, trying to keep her voice as polite as she could make it.

[beatrix-lavery-deactivated20200]

Enjoying the 4th of the July celebrations on the beach with her daughter, Evie noticed how Lily’s sparkling eyes had fixed on another and she was gurgling happily in enamour with them. The brunette laughed and smiled up to the person her daughter had been captivated by. “I think she likes you.” she said. “Happy fourth! Are you having a good time?”

[moordale-alabama]

“C’mon, drink up. It’s a celebration, not a soberation.” Danny chimed, passing over a beer to the other. “You got a lot of catching up to do until you feel as good as I do.”

[blairdempsey-deactivated2020010]

                Impatient fingers drummed on her leg as she was waiting in line at one of the many food vendors. Harper was well aware of the numbers the event had drawn in but that didn’t stop her from suffering from hanger. 

“How long does it take to order a burger?” Harper spoke to herself but purposely loud enough for the person in front of her to hear. “Jesus Christ, we’re all gonna starve by the time this asshat makes a choice.”

[reganisms-blog]

location: Clary Street, Idlewild | open

On the search for delicious (and most importantly, portable) food to eat, Regan found herself wading through busy Clary Street. Everyone and their mother was out today, which came at no surprise considering the holiday. Despite the chaos, Regan wasn’t bothered—save for the few moronic, clearly inebriated people who ran straight into her—because it was her first time experiencing a massive public gathering in her new home of Calderwood. 

Regan wiped sweat forming on her brow and pressed onward to Clary Street Park where food trucks were supposedly open. If she could find them, that is. “Food trucks are… right ahead?” She asked the passerby. 

[helenejones-deactivated20200109]

“Maybe I’m just getting old but surely there’s a way I can celebrate the fourth without getting drunk?” Austin said, looking at the beer in his hands that he had finished. “But I feel too young to start hosting BBQs. I’m in a limbo.”

[aubreyoconnell-blog]

A lifetime of experience had told Aubrey exactly how early she needed to arrive at the beach in order to get the best seat for viewing the fireworks. Not that there was a bad seat, necessarily, but she had her favorite spot, and she parked herself and her blanket on the sand before most people had grabbed their tacos. As more and more people migrated to the beach, she watched the crowds, looking for familiar faces and entertaining herself with people watching. A shadow blocking the last rays of sunlight made her look up, a smile crossing her face. “Hello! I think this spot practically has your name on,” she greeted, cheerfully patting the empty spot on the sand next to her. 

[sonnydelarosa]

“Do you know what you smell like?”

[bellwhitman]

“Yes!” Though her exclamation was a little louder than the place required, the feelings behind it were most genuine — the inside of her head really did feel like a big yes. Scarlett had finally decided to try the cool co-working space in Calderwood, perhaps the aura of creativity would inspire her, or at least the fact that everyone else was sweating their butts off would motivate her to do something. Anything. The enthusiast itself was due to finding the best possible place, finally. It had just the right amount of natural light she needed, being close by the window, and the internet signal was so good that Google would know the answer to her researches before she even typed. She was so entertained by her own good fortune that, when she did look up to see a few pairs of eyes looking at her, she almost didn’t understand. Almost, of course, before she offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry about that.”