Cordelia Rockwell

Bartender at the Funky Pelican Baby sister of Rich Rockwell

[ceerockwell]

rich-rockwell‌:

He rolled his eyes lightly, because yes, he forgot that rush hour is almost constant in Santa Cielo. It was his stubborness that would be his downfall, and Cordelia almost never let him forget it. “Everything is good. I’m good. Thom is… Well.” And by well, he’d meant he could only assume spectacular, considering all of the time he’d been spending with Andie lately. Not that he minded. On the nights he was gone it was a nice, quiet change. “You really could have ordered, Cee.” But the comment was lost in between their gabbing, as it often happened when the two of them were together. “No. I’m not that hungry. I had a big breakfast.” Lie. But between his nerves and stress, his appetite hadn’t been ‘normal’ for a while. The waitress finally approaches them, and Rich hands her his menu without so much as peeping inside. “Bowl of soup, please. Half a sandwich. Vegetarian.” And then his eyes move back to his little sister, brow raised as he stared. “What’s going on with you? Hows your apartment? Anyone giving you trouble?” And he would know if she was lying. If he had to, he’d stake the place out. Just ask anyone who knew him.

“Nothing is ever good, Richie.” Cordelia responded a bit melancholy while she stabbed a lump of ice cream with her straw. “I’m glad Thom is well though. I think my boss is fine? No one has said there’s no work today. So I’m going to go check it out.” She drummed on with a soft hum. “A big breakfast?” She asked him pointedly. Eyeing him skeptically from the laminated frame of her menu with a sigh. Using their grandmother’s hard gaze on him to try to get it out of him if he was fibbing or not. It’s the only reason she knew how, besides starting to curse at him in Italian.

“I’ll have the special thirteen with extra sausage.” Cee commented handing the menu over to the waitress, before her eyes were on her elder brother once more. “The apartment is nice. Sometimes I can hear the bump and grind upstairs, but I think that’s just my neighbor. No.. No one is giving me trouble. I think I intimidate them, but I can’t for the life of me understand why.” She snorted slightly finishing up her milkshake. “Though I do find headlights unsettling considering what happened. Are there even any leads?”

[ceerockwell]

liamromero‌:

After noticing that he’d spoken a little too soon, mistaking the female for someone else. He took a small step back, in an attempt to perhaps come across as less intimidating and in her face. “So sorry, I thought you were a friend of mine, my bad.” He apologies with a soft expression on his face. With his training and experience as a firefighter he was trained to pick up on small details, to assess situations and adapt to people’s various states of mind. He could sense that the woman felt a little flustered, which is why Liam spoke more gently, giving the female more space. “Didn’t mean to startle you” 

Cordelia sighed softly and shrugged her shoulders. “It’s fine. Just so we’re on the same page. If you try anything ,I will scream, and my brother will hear me and he will be right over to bust a cap in your ass, capiche?” Not to mention she would probably just throw her tank at him and run, but all those scenarios didn’t seem to be happening. She lifts her brows up curiously, “Do you want me to wait down here until your friend shows up? That’d be annoying if you were actually stood up.”

[ceerockwell]

carmcnalvarez‌:

When it came to places to eat in Santa Cielo there weren’t many choices. In fact the only place in town worth her time was Funky Pelican, so it was hardly surprising to find her there come the night of it’s grand reopening. The usually impatient Latina hadn’t even minded the longer than usual wait as manicured fingers tapped ferociously across her dimly light cellphone. It wasn’t until a familiar voice caught her attention that Carmen bothered to tear her gaze away from the electronic helping her waste time. “It’s an old fashion kinda night, Cee,” the brunette answered, the edge of peach painted lips twitching upward in a soft smile toward her roommate’s little sister. “But I also wouldn’t mind a dirty martini…you know what? Surprise me.”

Cee grinned when she set her eyes on Carmen. A familiar face, but almost everyone had some sort of familiar air about them. Santa Cielo had that small town vibe that she wasn’t raised into. Cordelia tilts her head in thought, before a devious smirk upturns the corner of her lips. “I got you.” The girl speaks “ I’ll make you a cross between the two and tell me if it’s missing anything.” Cee replied as she readied the drink. Pouring the ingredients like a skilled alchemist, with a poker face like she belonged in Las Vegas.

[ceerockwell]

zaynovara‌:

Zayn had been working at a bar across town for sometime now but despite working there, he found himself in this bar tonight. Rather than saving the walk or drive. Maybe it was the need for a change? Or the boredom that came with going to the same place day after day? Either way he needed a changed of scenery and The Funky Pelican seemed to be that change as of right now. Sitting at bar, Zayn took noticed of his surroundings. The different people hanging around the bar or sitting at the different tables, taking a mental picture of everything going on around him. It was then he turned to face the girl after hearing her voice, her question being one he didn’t falter to answer. 

“That’s a bit of a loaded question, isn’t it? Trying to find out a guys weakness.” he started, curious as to what her response back would be before his eyes drifted from her to the different bottles of liquor behind her. “Whiskey, straight.” The male then answered the real question being asked. 

Cordelia pursed her lips towards the other with her lips pressed together emitting her unimpressed demeanor at his words. Jaded eyes glance from him to the selection behind her before she crafted her answer. “A loaded question would be.. How are you getting home? Stronzo. Or perhaps a better would be.. Would you like Cyanide, Absinthe, Bleach, or Belladonna?” Cee sighed loudly rolling her gaze to the ceiling above them.  

Once he gave her an answer she found benefit her cause she turned and grabbed onto the cheapest of the whiskey bottles she could grasp. Turning towards him she lifted it up, “Cheap stuff or Premium?” God forbid she poured the wrong drink, but she didn’t even bother to wait. Instead clanking the empty glass in front of her pouring the liquid into it.

[ceerockwell]

bradhfitz‌:

Fitz hadn’t been expecting to see any of his employees today. He wasn’t even supposed to be at the restaurant in the first place, but here he was. So when he heard the familiar voice, he walked out from behind the bar to make sure it really was who he thought it was. “What are you doing here?” he questioned, slightly dazed from meds and frankly confused as to why she would show up today. “You do realize you don’t get paid for showing up when you feel like it right?” he joked, sweeping some more broken glass that he spotted nearby. 

“Go home,” Fitz simply, feeling a tinge a of guilt that she had come all the way here for no reason. Sure, nobody said that there wasn’t any work to be done, but you’d think a gunshots and a police investigation would be enough of a reason to not show up to work today. 

Cordelia blinked at her boss slowly, and then quirked a brow. Did the blood rush to his brain make him bonkers? She lifted a finger to scratch the back of her head. “What am I doing here? I obviously came to work to earn rent money for my apartment.” The tone on the verge of being haughty in response. She moved closer minding herself and the tank to not run over any glass in the vicinity. A feat she was fond of until she heard the wheels of the tank crush one. “I just assumed this was like any other day. Sorry, but I wasn’t given a ‘in case your boss gets shot’ training manual. ”  Cee partly joked with a tight lipped smile, “What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be recuperating?”

She squints at him when he tells her to go home, “Okay, that’s fair. I’ll go home once you do. Because if there is no work boss, you should be resting too.” Cordelia spoke pointedly, she figured she might as well since she isn’t on the clock anyways.

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[liamromero-deactivated20190316]

As a firefighter Liam was used to being thrown into the hustle of a tough job, rolling up his sleeves and getting it done whatever it took. Which also translated into his personal life, being first on the scene in an emergency also led him to jump just as quickly at other requests where he was needed, like this one. Resting on the corner of the building, he’d taken a moment to just observe and take in the day before his day dreaming was interrupted by the individual walking up to him. “There you are, I was almost convinced you invited me here only to stand me up” 

[ceerockwell]

Cordelia had days when she felt stronger and more capable of carrying the tank around on her back. Today she wouldn’t be announced with the squeak wheels or have to worry about her hand losing grip of the tank and it spiraling out of control. No, today she carried in a backpack over her back. With a yawn she staggered towards the door to the apartment building, but found herself baffled at the man outside of the apartments. “Uh..” 

Suddenly she felt flustered, and even did a double take behind her. “I’m.. Are you sure you’re waiting on me?” Feeling the warmth start to blossom on her cheeks, she starts to edge a little bit closer to the door. Silently counting the pepper spray and the gun she had in her bag just in case.

[sierraosmund]

There was still tension in the air, it was palpable. The dramatic reopening of the Funky Pelican was still on everyone’s mind. Whispers about it were still going around. And all of it put Esemeray in a weird mood. Saying she was tense was an understatement at this point. The woman made sure she didn’t go out at night if she could avoid it. She hated what could hide in the darkness anyway. She highly doubted that he would show up here, that he would be able to find her, but it was still something she hadn’t been able to shake off. And now with this shooting, it gave her all the reasons to be careful. Esme had spent the morning at home, working on a new painting. Some fresh air, a better coffee than what she had at her place, was needed. She loved the Java Bar, how it always smelt of coffee, a little bitter. She was standing in front of the line, still unsure of what she wanted when she felt someone behind her.

“Go ahead, I can’t seem to decide if I want something hot or cold.”

[ceerockwell]

Sometimes the nights of tending the bar bothered her core, but it was a job. The night was spent reliving that crash over and over again. Once she awoke for her shift at the Funky Pelican she felt like she had only sustained two hours of decent rest. The Java Bar was her hero when it came to days like this. Her movements after she exited her Uber were automated in the sense that she knew where she wanted to go, because she had ventured this path many times before. 

The squeaking wheels of the tank announcing her presence before her shadow. She stood behind Esme politely waiting her turn until the other spoke. A soft smile offered to the other woman as she wheeled in front of her. “I always say go for the hot. Nothing good or satisfying ever comes from the cold unless it’s a milkshake or smoothie.” She shrugged her shoulders, “But with the overcast outside I’d say hot.” 

[ceerockwell]

rich-rockwell‌:

He’d gotten there as soon as he could. Honestly, you’d think Rich would have kicked this stubborn demeanor of his and learned leave his car at home. No. The man always insisted on driving himself, and then festered in outrage when he couldn’t find a single decent parking spot. Alas, with his dark sedan parked a considerable distance away, Richie had a decent walk ahead of him to Sofia’s. It might have been wise to shoot Cordelia a text, but in all his aggravation, he hadn’t thought of it. Once he’d made his way into the establishment, the man didn’t bother waiting for a hostess to find him. Rich made his way to the booth with the oxygen tank parked at the end, surmising that, while it was Florida and the number of elderly people who had similar equipment was vast… Really, what were the odds? As soon as he’d slipped into the booth across from his sister, the man lead with his apology, “I’m sorry I’m late.” His brow creased, “I should have taken a cab, but…” She knew. Of course she knew. Cee knew better than anyone just how stubborn Rich could be. “Have you ordered already? Besides, uh.” He waved ominously at the milkshake on the table.

Cordelia didn’t have to glance expectantly at the door of Sofia’s when it opened. It all laid in the steps and pace that Rich walked. Ever since they were children she found the way his steps echoed to be absurd. Instead she focused her attention on the dairy treat in front of her. Using the straw to stab the clumps of ice cream that hand clung together.  She wasn’t alarmed in any sense, but looked at him judgmentally. As if she were left abandoned on parent pickup day, and he had came waltzing in as her last minute savior.

Her eyes light up with a cherub smile that spread across her features. “Oh you’ll never take a cab. It’s okay. Did you forget the rush ends around three for thirty minutes?” Cordelia chuckled and slurped some from her milkshake when Rich gestured to it. “No I was waiting for you. It’s rude to order food without the other person here. How are you? How is Thom?” She quickly started to blurt out her questions fluidly.  Open the menu she scanned through it, even though she knew most of it by heart. 

“Appetizer?” She asked rather nonchalantly interrupting the line of their conversation.

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As soon as Fitz was released from the hospital, the first thing he did was head back to the restaurant. There was no way he was going home without assessing the damage and making sure everything was okay. The sight of the yellow caution tape had him grimacing. “What the actual fuck,” he muttered angrily to himself pulling at the plastic in an effort to remove such an eye sore from the front of his beautiful establishment.. He still couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that he had been shot at the night before. Simply the thought of his wound made him wince. The chef unlocked the front door and walked in with baited breath as he looked around. At least nobody was dead. That would have meant game over for sure. 

Fitz had heard of the shady dealings and happenings around Santa Cielo, but never in a hundred years would he have imagined that he would be a victim. He grabbed a broom and began sweeping at some broken glass that he had spotted; probably someone dropped it in shock the night before. The light from the outside poured in as someone made their way inside. “We’re closed!” he barked immediately from his place in the restaurant. 

[ceerockwell]

The night was chaotic to say the least. Her boss got shot sure, but she assumed business would go as scheduled. Because this was Santa Cielo, she thought this type of display was normal. Gripping the handle to the tank she wheeled behind her she eyed the front door of the Funky Pelican with a smudge of disdain. She had already wheeled herself to the door, so there wasn’t any sense in turning away. 

Once she pushed the doors open and got the tank over the small step upwards into the establishment. The barking words made her jump and wheeze putting a hand to her chest. “Minchia!” Cordelia shrieks breathlessly, but regains her breaths via small surges. Squeaking further inside to close the door behind her.

“Does this mean I get the day off?” She calls out hopeful.

[ceerockwell]

sebholt‌:

Julian hadn’t even fully unpacked all of his belongings ( a word used very generously in the cases of some items in his apartment ) yet, but there was time to do that. A new city meant not only a new identity for him but also a new life he needed to slip into. Sebastian Holt was new to him and he had to feel him out. That and his new freedom which felt as exhilarating as he’d imagined it would. So why not mingle with the locals at what seemed like the biggest hot at the moment – the Funky Pelican.

He’s seated himself at the bar and flashes a grin at the bartender when she turns her attention to him. “How’s your Whiskey selection?”

This face looked new to her, but she wasn’t a social bee outside of the Funky Pelican. Cee squinted her eyes at the man, but leaned down and started to set the bottles on the counter, while she answered him simultaneously. Customer service wasn’t one of her strong points. “Let’s see, for  whiskey I have Buchanan’s, Rich and Rare, Southern Comfort, Wild Turkey, Black Velvet, Jameson, Fireball, Jack Daniel’s, Crown Royale, umm.. Bulleit?” After clanking the bottles on the counter she inspects the last bottle with a small shrug of her shoulders.

“I could give you a suicide and mix a bit of them together?” She offered, drawing her gaze to deadlock with Sebastian’s. 

[ceerockwell]

kelswilsxn‌:

Kelsey recognized the woman and though the two had seldom interacted, she offered an easy smile. “Nice to see you again,” she says, settling onto the barstool, eyes scanning the list of grand opening specials painted in liquid chalk, glowing under the blacklight. “Uhm,” hesitation stalls her tongue, Kelsey never being much of a drinker could hardly pick outside of the basics. “Do your worst,” she finally grins, shrugging her shoulders. “Pick for me.”

Cordelia’s smile grew wider when she saw Kelsey. Of course she recognized the woman, because she was usually attached to Rich’s muscle best friend, Garrett.  “Oh! You’re here. Nice to see you out and about.”  She turns her eyes to the alcohol selection with a click of her tongue. “That all depends on your night, do you have a headache? Want something fruity? Strong?” She asked softly trying to probe what Kelsey could actually handle from the selection. Meanwhile she grabbed a glass and set it onto the bartop.

[ceerockwell]

@rich-rockwell​

Location: Sofia’s //1PM

Cordelia had opted to wheel the tank around, but her backpack was still slung over her shoulder in case she changed her mind last minute. Usually she ran on her own time and was exceptionally late to everything. But today she was rather early. She honestly couldn’t remember when she had beat Rich to a place before. Drumming her fingers against her forehead she offered a smile to the hostess. 

Dark hues glance from one side to the other, as she pointed to a booth that had a decent look outside and seemed to be void of other people around it. Cee settled down into the booth, already ordering herself a chocolate milkshake while she waited.  She didn’t feel the need to worry that Rich wouldn’t find her, because it was hard to miss the tank on the outside of the booth. 

The reflection of a headlight gained her full undivided attention. Thoughts distracted by the events of the night prior.  Any of these cars could potentially be part of the next shooting. She checked her phone, and was surprised to find her brother wasn’t at their meeting destination. It was still early, but rather late for him.

[ceerockwell]

→ {sms}

Cee: Do you think it'll happen again tonight?

Cee: Should I start packing heat? Fratello?

Cee: I'm at home, hiding on the couch.

Cee: lalalal just typing so there's a text bubble how long before you figure it out lalalalala. [unsent]

Cee: Lunch?

Rich: ... It really took you five minutes to type out 'lunch?'?

Rich: Meet me at Sofia's at 1?

Cee: Perfect. Meet you there. I've been craving a milkshake.

[ceerockwell]

→ {sms}

Rich: Scimmia, you still at home? Where are you?

Rich: You should have just stayed with me last night. How are you feeling today?

Cee: Do you think it'll happen again tonight?

Cee: Should I start packing heat? Fratello?

Cee: I'm at home, hiding on the couch.

Cee: lalalal just typing so there's a text bubble how long before you figure it out lalalalala. [unsent]

Cee: Lunch?

[ceerockwell]

The Funky Pelican’s reopening to her just meant she could continue to pay on her quaint studio apartment on the Southern side of town. Cordelia gripped onto the straps of the backpack over her shoulders, and adjusted the tubes that fed the oxygen into her lungs. It wouldn’t slow her down as she worked behind the bar getting lost somewhere between the flood or orders and the loners sitting at the bar. She straightens herself and leans forward to a person she hadn’t noticed their face as of yet.

“What’s your poison?”