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closed — @vengefulseas 

          “is there anything that you wanted to talk about today or are we just discussing general issues today?” 

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what the fuck?! (dmitry)

‘Then you’re lying or in denial.” Dmitry shrugged, having no interest in what that guy got up to in whatever sad excuse for a bar people like that went to. He held up his keys, clicking the beep button to make the black Audi’s horn sound. “Started off as friendly conversation, but now you’re just between me and my car. D’you mind?”

          “i’m not. i’ve made good decisions my entire life.” well, maybe not always the best decisions, but not bad ones either. henry tried to make decisions that wouldn’t get him noticed. rather than decisions that were wild or crazy. “you haven’t been friendly this whole time. you accused me of being in the closet.” he wasn’t in the closet because lenora knew. “fine. you can get to your car.” he moved out of the way.

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what the fuck?! (dmitry)

“So you’ve never done anything stupid in a nightclub?” Dmitry wondered if that actually was a possibility– was there even a nightclub around here? Jesus Christ, how the hell did he end up here of all places? “Heels are just, y’know, shoes. Foot coverings. Maybe a bit of a deathtrap when you’re drunk and trying not to miss the last bus, but I don’t get why you’re so stuck on that.”

          “no. i have never done anything stupid in a nightclub. i’ve never done anything stupid in a bar. i tend to not make stupid decisions.” he couldn’t really afford to make stupid decisions. not when so many people were watching him. “they’re not meant for men, that’s why.” he looked away. “what do you want from me?” 

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closed — @novocaines (i assume this will be for chace) 

          “hey, i’m almost done with this last bit of paperwork, then you can come invade my office.” 

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the cheese expert. (dmitry)

Dmitry heard the woman’s voice at about the same time as Lord Stair nudged his hand to alert him, turning in time to catch at least most of what she was saying. “Why do they bother selling it at all, then?” he asked, actually somewhat glad that someone could explain the bizarre cheese mystery in the town. “Surely no one eats that stuff? It’s not even fit to be dog food.” 

          the big dog was a surprise. dj didn’t have a dog. she didn’t have an animals, well except for a fish in the office, but that was a different thing. “because soccer moms like it,” she laughed. honestly, she didn’t think it was the worst thing on the planet, but she didn’t really eat cheese at all. “i’ve never had a dog. what do you feed one?” 

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what the fuck?! (dmitry)

“You think I want to strip for you?” Dmitry joked, though his tone was a lot more flat than it had been at the beginning of the conversation. He had done it to see the look on the guy’s face or to see if he could shock him out of that kind of nonsense, but that was besides the point. “Nah, I’m just tired of people acting like they have more of a right to be somewhere just because they haven’t come out of the damn closet.”

          “in the middle of town? no one wants to see that.” henry crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. he blinked in response to the second statement. he had barely even admitted to himself that he was gay, there was no way he was admitting it to a stranger. so, yeah. he had no idea what he was supposed to say to that. “i’m straight, but okay. i don’t think i have a right to be somewhere. i know better than to take my clothing off in public or be seen wearing heels. that’s just not right.” 

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what the fuck?! (dmitry)

“Oh yeah, Moscow was very accepting of people like me.” Dmitry laughed, putting his coffee down so he could pull up the edge of his shirt. Just above his hipbone was a large scar, partially covered by a tattoo of a wolf. The edge of another scar snaked up towards his ribs. “More than one person tried shit like that. I’d say the knife’s a tad more deviant than a pair of heels, but that’s just my opinion.”

          he’d never left this town. he never wanted to. henry had stayed for a reason, so he really had no idea what he was supposed to do. “um. i assume you just said that to shock me.” how else was he supposed to know that information? it wasn’t as if henry made an effort to get to know people in town outside his friend group. “no one here wants to see you shirtless though.” 

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what the fuck?! (dmitry)

“Is there a problem?” Dmitry asked, pleased his sunglasses hid at least some of his expression. It amused him that the guy thought this was too much– if he thought Dmitry with short hair and plain black jeans and leather jacket was too much, then he didn’t know what the guy would have done if he’d run across Dmitry five years ago. “What do you mean by ‘all this’?”

          henry was a guy from a small town. he wasn’t used to this whole... clearly being from a place that was more open minded. the way he was raised, men didn’t wear high heels. they weren’t gay either. he wanted to be that perfect son his father wanted. and henry would do his best to try to be that person too. “it’s just guys like you, walk up and expect people to accept your... deviant ways.” yeah, probably not the thing he should say, but still. 

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what the fuck?! (dmitry)

“Well, the outfit wouldn’t have worked with flats. I had this whole stripper cop halloween costume on– long story, and a lovely time explaining it to A&E.” Dmitry raised an eyebrow, wondering exactly how far he could push this guy before he combusted. It seemed like that was gonna happen any second now. “What’s a little harm between friends, when it comes down to it?”

          “, um...” henry blinked, very confused as to what was going on. honestly, this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. “i don’t... understand what... why are you... can you just quit talking? it’s... too early in the morning... for... whatever all this is.” henry pointed to all of the man standing before him. 

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what the fuck?! (dmitry)

for: @chaosensvred​ (anyone)

“No, I have tried to run in heels.” Dmitry wasn’t sure this was necessarily the best choice for a hill to die on, but damn if he wasn’t already on top of it. “I fell flat on my face and got seven stitches to show for it. Doesn’t count though, i was absolutely fuckin’ plastered.”

          “wh... why would you... what? um?” even while drunk, henry had never tried to wear high heels. first off, he knew better than to try that. second, he was honestly not sure where he’d even find high heels. “okay, well it sounds like you got what you deserved if you were going to wear heels? not... that I’d ever... wish, um, harm... on... someone.” 

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the cheese expert. (dmitry)

“It’s strange,” Dmitry wondered out loud, speaking more to Lord Stair than to any actual humans that might be within earshot. The big dog sniffed at the bags of groceries as Dmitry loaded them into the car, clearly paying very little attention to his owner. “I keep asking the shopworkers for cheese, and they keep showing me these little packaged sheets of plastic. Am I missing something? There are too many cows around here for there to not be cheese.”

          dj would have typically jumped at the sound of someone’s voice too close to her, but she heard the dog before she heard the voice. she’d been at the store, attempting to pick up some water and snakes for the office before she had to go back for her next client. “oh, there are cows,” she responded, a smile on her face. “but... that’s all you’re going to find in there.” she didn’t eat cheese. “and yes, those little plastic things probably are sheets of plastic.” 

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it’s a revengeeee party (chace).

     ❛   Uh, I wouldn’t know… I suppose not. Although, I’m not particularly well - versed in—gay rights, and what have you.     ——    You didn’t think to ask?   ❜

          “that would be a rude thing to ask. it’s not my place to judge. i just want to make sure i get paid for the work that i’m doing. anyway, they were a nice couple.” 

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welcome to the beard’s anonymous club. (emma)

There was a certain level of confidence, of certainty, that Bea carried — and maybe that was what Emma was intimidated by. She didn’t know how to hold herself like that, how to carry herself with that assurance. It wasn’t like she was consumed by insecurity, it was that Emma was much more interested in being liked than being admired.  “  I’m good, actually. Things are turning up alright.  ”   She says, and she means it — there wasn’t much to complain about, not lately. Her job always left a little bit to be desired, but in terms of everything else … life was going better than it usually did.

   “   What about you? Plan anything interesting recently? — No thousand person guest lists or insane themes, I hope.  ”

          MOST OF HER confidence was false. she had tough skin for all the years she had to pretend that everything was alright, when it wasn’t. beatrice was far from okay, even if she acted like nothing was ever wrong. maybe one day that meant she’d snap. if she got bad news or something happened, but that was a problem for her to worry about when that time came. plus, she wasn’t sure anything was going to go wrong. “oh that’s good. i’d hate to hear that anything bad was going on in your life.” not that she knew what she’d do about it because she wasn’t that intimidating. 

          “oh, no. nothing like that. it’s been pretty calm lately. a couple of parties here and there and some wedding, but this isn’t the time of year that people typically get married. come spring, things pick up again.” 

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why are you ruining my fun? (thomas)

         ❝ they… drowned? ❞ he offers little more than a half-hearted shrug. truth is, tom doesn’t tend to look into the deaths. prefers to let it float outside of his awareness. mysterious deaths hit a little too close to home for him, and not just because he’s lived in town most of his life. ❝ oh, i… ❞ he trails off, grimacing. isn’t entirely sure how to respond to someone so… forthcoming. ❝ i’m sorry. ❞ it feels hollow and unnecessary, but he can’t think of what else to say. he is sorry, too. ❝ i… i don’t know. i work? sometimes i go over to kitty’s — sorry, you don’t know her, a friend’s — and help her with her garden… i’m… boring. ❞ and being boring is easier than being truthful. ❝ well… i don’t know why you’d come here for fun. i guess we’ve got a comic shop to look at? ❞

          “no, that argument only works on like half of the cases. be real. did you even read the reports? like i don’t even think that many people drown in like michigan in a year.” rai didn’t actually know that though. they were just assuming based on the fact that drownings in lakes probably didn’t happen that often. “anyway. you should quit apologizing to me. i don’t take offense to basically anything unless you’re a sexist asshole that needs to be knocked down a peg or two. but clearly, you’re not.” they looked at him. “that sounds like fun. kitty’s i mean. not work. no offense, but you really should probably get a life. there’s more than just work, dude.” they crossed their arms over their chest. “i heard there was a lake monster, that’s why i came. and i work at the comic store, so... yeah.” 

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this bitch trying to steal gleb’s dog. (julian)

     ❛   Would think that people would be a dealbreaker. Since you’re a self-proclaimed hermit and all that.   ❜

          “are you always such an asshole to people you meet? you tried to steal my dog.” 

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................. (ava.)

   “   YEAH, Gleb, I’m sure your life is woe with your whole six foot four European thing you’ve got going on … — BROOKLYN? Like New York? I’ve always wanted to go there. Have you ever been to Times Square? What about the Empire State building? I heard if you dropped a penny off the top of it, you could kill someone.   ”

          “you have no idea,” he shrugged. yeah, most people didn’t really give him the time of day, but that probably was due to the fact that he never smiled and always kept a facial expression that made him seem like he was angry. “yes, like new york. um... yeah. i’ve been to those places, but they’re not that great.” gleb blinked at her. “do you often fantasize about killing someone? because i think the easiest way to kill someone with a penny is to have them choke on it, but what do i know.” 

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don’t expect smiles. (randall)

         ❝ doesn’t surprise me… but i’d say there’s crime everywhere. even here, if you know where to look for it. ❞ not particularly violent crime, but crime nonetheless. mostly theft, ranging from shoplifting to… odder targets. like his workplace. ❝ your guess is as good as mine, but i could ask you the same question. you moved here, didn’t you? ❞ he shrugs a shoulder. ❝ i don’t know if you’re supposed to do anything. friendship can mean a lot of things. if hanging is good enough for you, i’d say that works just fine. ❞ a pause, a cocked brow. ❝ have you? do you believe the rumors, or just prefer to stay safe? ❞

          “not like in brooklyn.” nevermind that he technically grew up around crime and that his experiences probably weren’t the same as everyone else’s. most people didn’t grow up with a father that sold drugs and weapons. “yeah, i moved here because it’s quiet.” plus it was as far away from people as he could get without being away from people. “well i have friends. just... not that many of them.” more people around him, meant more people that he’d have to deal with. “i don’t know. i think it’s dumb, but whatever. that’s just one opinion. what about you? do you believe in the rumors? i don’t go by the lake because i can’t swim.”