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charley fry. 21 years young. roald dahl enthusiast. one half of Marigold. cashier at Has Beans.

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DOTTIE​:

Mixers were weird, at least Dottie thought so. Make no mistake, she adored meeting people, always–– but perched on a barstool, nursing a flat wine spritzer via a fluorescent plastic straw wasn’t exactly Dot’s idea of a good time. Besides, she was chummy with a few of the bands already. She willed herself not to be a sourpuss, remaining in a bored stupor would kill her mood and ultimately, her performance later on. Instead, Dot  removed her straw and reluctantly gulped down the contents of her glass, turning to the person beside her to break the ice.

“Hey, do you like to dance?”

“I’m sorry Dottie, are you being serious? Of course, I love to dance!” Charley was drunk, and that meant that she was louder than necessary, a little more expressive and defintely a lot more over the place. “Are you going to dance with me?”

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CONNOR​:

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At this point in the night, after many a drink (he meant to be tallying them on his hand but forgot around number 5) and dozens of hits off his weed pen, he’s fully ready to pull off the wettest Wet Brain cover of Mamma Mia by ABBA that anyone’s ever seen. However, that doesn’t mean distraction isn’t settling into his bloodstream alongside his other bad decisions, and once he spots Charley urging him over, pretty much all his focus is obliterated.

“You are,” he says with a doofy, drunken grin, hardly standing up straight as he wanders over to her. He sets his almost-finished drink down, his hair a step away from being stuck to his forehead in sweat, holding onto one of her hands and wrapping an arm around her waist, as if they’re about to waltz across a pristine ballroom. “Have you been here this whole time? I’m fuckin’ blind.”

Charley knows this is not really the best way to reconcile with anyone, especially not the guy she’s been pining for, for a while. But that bit is lost in a haze, surrounded by so much shit happening around them, and it’s easy to tune that reason out. Particularly because Connor reaches out for her hand, and next thing she knows, she’s off the wall and in his arms, and she’s close enough to count the beads of sweat, her free hand gently moving away strands of hair from his forehead. 

“I thought you were havin’ too much with Russo, so I decided to not bother you lot.” She answers jokingly, moving in closer. Despite the heat, the sweat and everything else, the blonde decides this is a lovely time to be in. “This is a really poppin’ mixer, huh?” 

[charleyfry]

Remember when Charley said she was going to keep it cool and sober at the mixer? Yeah well, her nerves got the better of her. Because it’s a fucking mixer, and the competition is all here, and sadly her other half is not. So she’s nervous, sweating like a sauna and downing shots like it’s nobody’s business. Easy to say, Charley is wasted, and a drunk Charley isn’t the easiest one to converse with. 

She’s leaning against the wall, making flirty eyes with someone from across the room, before she gestures for them to come closer. “Hey good-looking, wanna dance?” The blonde has a vague idea that this is probably not a good thing, but consequences were meant for the morning, on a full stomach of greasy foods and sunglasses.

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CHARLEY FRY ATTENDS THE 2020 BATTLE OF THE BANDS MIXER

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TEXTS THAT TOTALLY HAPPENED ft. @douchenator

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TEXTS THAT TOTALLY HAPPENED ft. @clrkingrm

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TEXTS THAT TOTALLY HAPPENED ft. @conye-west

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TEXTS THAT TOTALLY HAPPENED ft. @junearmstrongs

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TEXTS THAT TOTALLY HAPPENED ft. @reynakeegan

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☠ ♔ ♧

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☠: my muse’s biggest fear

Becoming boring. And the Kool Aid guy. And the Stay Puft Marshmallow Guy from Ghostbusters. And surprisingly enough, butterflies.

♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es)

In no particular order: Jake Gyllenhaal, Lupita Nyong’o, Salma Hayek and Channing Tatum.

♧: something my muse is really good at

Besides music? Charley is good at cooking and cleaning up after herself. She’s also good with kids, great at mediating relationships and her secret talent is being able to tell if someone is left or right handed. And guessing names.

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☮, ✧, & ✆

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☮: when my muse feels the most at ease

When Charley is surrounded with the people she loves, and when she’s got her harmonica in hand. The place doesn’t matter so much as the moment and the people she’s in with, you see. The trademark Fry oblivion usually means that Char is at ease everywhere, to be honest. 

✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like

Since Charley and Bertie share a Netflix account, the queue keeps changing. Char watches a lot of popular YA-esque shows, like The Society, The Order, Vampire Diaries and so on and so forth. Currently on her queue is Charmed (the old one), The OC and the second season of The Order.

✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about

The last person Charley called was her mom, and then Bertie. Mom called to let her know that Bertie was on a bus ride to Dingle, and Charley then calls her brother just to make sure he’s coming here, and not going off to another city. (Charley can’t help it, her big sister instincts are sharp!)

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‘Shit My Friends Said’ Sentence Starters

‘ Isn’t it a little early for your sexual deviancy? ‘

‘ How the tables have tabled. ‘

‘ This is me at peak romance, _____. This is all you get. ‘

‘ I’m always ready to lie to your face. ‘

‘ We can’t let a goat bully us out our house! ‘

‘ How is “won’t” a contraction of will not? Shouldn’t it be “willn’t”? ‘

‘ Yeah, the moon is pretty far away. At least ten miles. ‘

‘ It’s not a sex party, it’s a fetish festival. ‘

‘ Wait, is this a kink? ‘

‘ I don’t want to be an adult either, buddy, but if I have to do it so do you! Come out of that fucking cocoon! ‘

‘ I think I represent all types of panic pretty well actually. ‘

‘ Please go to church. ‘

‘ It’s a God, you blasphemous fuck. ‘

‘ _____ is perfectly evolved to eat ass. ‘

‘ Shut the up fuck I hate you. ‘

‘ I can’t kill you, where else am I going to get this entertainment? ‘

‘ I am not being held accountable for your evil. ‘

‘ ____, whatever you do, do not fuck the enemy. ‘

‘ Good. This is a nice amount of injuries. Zero. Let’s aspire to this again. ‘

‘ Stop doing that thing with your face. ‘

‘ I have no idea how that arrow got there. Are we sure it wasn’t always there? ‘

‘ She’s immensely attractive and I’m scared she’d hit me. ‘

‘ Honestly, you only have your self to blame for this disappointment. ‘

‘ Don’t you just have a second child if the first isn’t good enough? That’s what my dad did. ‘ 

‘ I’m toying with adulthood but I’m not totally there yet. ‘

‘ Breathing. Another male privilege. ‘

‘ Why would you drink this, and why does it look like chocolate? ‘

‘ You sense sobriety from someone who doesn’t want to be sober. ‘

‘ I had a furry phase but it was an accident. ‘

‘ Please don’t call semen impregnation fluid. ‘

‘ We didn’t fail. That suggests we’re finished. ‘

‘ This is why we can’t be together. ‘

‘ You’d make a lovely wife! ‘

‘ It was well intentioned violence. Benevoiolence. ‘

‘ Humiliation can be a useful tool for improvement. ‘

‘ I’m naming my first grey hair after you. ‘

‘ It’s cute, bitch. ‘

‘ Wipe that fucking grin off your face, you sack of shit. ‘

‘ You don’t need to whip it out that often. ‘

‘ I feel weird hitting on you. You’re like a mom. ‘

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☠: my muse’s biggest fear ☮: when my muse feels the most at ease ☺: something that makes my muse happy ☹: something that makes my muse upset ♫: my muse’s favorite song, band, and/or music genre ✇: my muse’s favorite movie, director, and/or film genre ♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) ❤: what my muse looks for in a person they like ☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year ∞: if my muse believe in ghosts, aliens, etc. ✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like ✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was ♧: something my muse is really good at ✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of ✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about ☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous ✿: what my muse would like to do when they’re older ✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere ✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about ✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said

[charleyfry]

tagging @clrkingrm​ location: breeze blocks

Charley has always been under the assumption that, if she hasn’t been screamed at or explicitly told, she’s friends with everybody. After all, she does has her father’s trademark oblivion to social cues, as she stands here beside Clark, who she coincidentally met at the arcade, on her day off. “Okay so, here’s the thing. Bertie’s coming over for the extended weekend, because he told Mom he’s got the sniffles, and for some reason, she thinks it’s perfectly okay to send him on a bus back to Dingle. Anyways, how am I supposed to look at my little brother in the eye and tell him that the Mrs. Pac Man game is gone for good? He wanted to beat Alf’s high score, but now he’s never going to see the lovely missus Man.” She finally turns to face Clark, as if waiting for his opinion. She just assumes, since she’s on good terms with all of the Leech Fragments, that her and Clark were more than dandy. “Thoughts? I mean, I could always just challenge him to skeeball, right? Would that work?”

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