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"Where the hell are the mixers?!" Nearly worked up into tears, Isla rummaged messily through the shelves, her eyes flicking over the contents. Vodkas; check. Whiskeys; check. Tequila; check. The mixer selection should have been next on the shelf, nice and neat, where she usually left them. But there they definitely weren’t.
"I..I'm sorry, Isla..I don't know," Cherry said, looking at the other girl with large eyes. "Are..are you alright?"
Cherry smile proudly as she finished off the last rosette to the little cake. It was very pretty if she said so herself. She lifted her eyes up and smiled warmly as she saw the dark man in front of her. It made her pulse quicken, but she knew she had to act calm. The...
Cherry shrugged, 'why wouldn't you? People eat all sorts of things in bars,' she lifted her eyes to him, realizing it wasn't Abel. She blinked a little and then shook her head. 'Not since breakfast...he said he had business...' She shrugged a little, focusing on the little cakes again.
Candy and Cake || Open
Caine walked through the bar with a confidence that was strange for a man who didn’t belong there.The girls barely stirred at seeing him, assuming him to be his brother, a thought that made a smile cross his lips. Other than appearance, they were completely different men.
He glanced around, opening the store room door and check there before stepping on the kitchen. He blinked at the smell of baking, staring at the dark haired girl in front of him.
"What are you doing?"
Cherry smile proudly as she finished off the last rosette to the little cake. It was very pretty if she said so herself. She lifted her eyes up and smiled warmly as she saw the dark man in front of her. It made her pulse quicken, but she knew she had to act calm. The others didn't know.
"I just finished some cakes...I thought they'd make nice desserts," She explained. "Do you like them?"
Candy and Cake || Open
Cherry smiled as she finished decorating the last little miniature cake. tiny enough to be eaten in a few bites, she knew that it may be a little fancy for the bar, but she just wanted to make something fun.
Good Morning || Open
Isla entered Cherry’s room, shutting the door carefully behind her and hanging awkwardly by the dresser, although she was smiling. “Morning. I-I’m good-“ ish. Her stomach still churned when she thought of her doctor’s appointment later in the week, and whenever one of her symptoms started playing up. They were a lot harder to ignore when she knew what they meant. “Um, have you got anything cinnamon flavoured?”
"How are you, Cherry?" Hopefully she’d be feeling better than she was. Stress and morning sickness were not a fun combination.
"Cinnamon...oh..sure," She smiled and moved over to a little dish on the end of her dresser. She pushed it over to Isla and there were all sorts of hard candy inside. Cherry knew it probably felt a little dated, something an old woman would have in her home, but she liked having a little bowl of candy nearby. "The red ones, obviously. I found them in a little shop, made in-house. They're really good,"
"Me? Oh..oh, I'm fine," she smiled with a little laugh. "Just getting ready for another work day,"
Omfg 😭
Good Morning || Open
The majority of Isla’s tasks had always been to make sure that the girls were happy. Checking on their apartments, chatting with them and keeping them company during off hours was something she enjoyed. And it took her mind off the train wreck her life had crashed into in the last couple of weeks. She knocked politely at Cherry’s door, wanting to see and chat to the cheery young woman. No doubt she could taje her mind off things, or give her an errand that would do the trick. “Cherry?”
Cherry blinked as she heard her name and turned towards the door to see Isla there. Of all the people in the bar, Cherry felt that, other than Abel, she got along with Izzy best. She gave a little smile and motioned her in, "Morning, Isla. "She chirped."How are you? Can I get you something? Hungry? Thirsty?"
Good Morning || Open
Cherry half hummed to herself as she finished with her hair. For once, she was in an exceptionally good mood, not that she ever considered herself to be in a nasty one, but...no, today was special. All days after today were special.
This is amazing! Yay!
"Spending time with a cling, neurotic woman is a break?" She teased lightly, following him over to the stove. She liked to watch him move. He was graceful for a large man. It went against how she felt a large man might move, kinda like marveling at a bumblebee in flight....
'N-no, I know, I just...' She tugged at a curl and blushed with a soft small. 'Thanks, Abel...you've kinda become my own cheerleader of sorts...' It was nice to have him in her corner, uplifting her out of the bog of self doubt Zellweger had created. She accepted the mug and took a deep pull, strong tea with sweet sugar playing on her tongue. 'Its good, Abel,' she grinned at him.
Abel Frost and Cherry Isolde
It's quiet today. || Open
Cherry looked at the large man with widening eyes and a small smile, “I..thank you, Abel..” She murmured. “i guess taking a small break wouldn’t hurt anything…”
"You don’t need to thank me, spending time with you it’s a break in itself."
Abel stood and moved to the kettle, flicking it open while it got out two cups for the two of them. “You’ll have to tell me how you like yours.”
"Spending time with a cling, neurotic woman is a break?" She teased lightly, following him over to the stove. She liked to watch him move. He was graceful for a large man. It went against how she felt a large man might move, kinda like marveling at a bumblebee in flight. She blinked, trying not to smile at the analogy she made in her own head of hulking men and fat bumblebees, distracted by his question. "Oh...I prefer it a little stronger, but sweet," She smiled.
