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lylarturner‌:

“Are people really being that fucking dumb?”

Lyla shook her head and glanced towards the Sinclair’s sign. 

“Yeah...” Recognizing the girl from always being around Paisley and also the fricken mayor’s daughter, Cici tensed up. She never knew the right thing to say to people. “Hey uh...I’m sorry about Pais. I can’t imagine what you’re going through...”

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gemramsey‌:

Gemma raised a brow, “What happened with Kieran? And, seriously, it’s okay. I get the stress.” She finally made her way around to Cici and plucked a shot glass from the bar. “Shots it is, then.” With her free hand, Gemma grabbed a salt shaker and a bowl of limes. “Shall we?” She asked, holding her shot glass up to Cici.

"Shot first. Kieran after.” Clinking her shot glass against Gemma’s, she tapped it down on the bar and threw it back. Grabbing a lime slice, she put it in her mouth. “I bailed him out of jail, he took me back to his place. And then he kissed me. And maybe I kissed him back, I just...I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Pouring another shot, she sighed. “He literally broke off our engagement and left me and now he’s kissing me.”

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mason-carmichael‌:

“I didn’t have a phone up until a few weeks ago, so… yeah?”

"Huh. Sounds like you’re not coming into my bar, either. There’s been a company wide policy put into place. No Costellos.”

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mason-carmichael‌:

“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, putting his hands up in defense. “I was just wondering if you had a phone I could borrow? This is really sketchy–I know–and I’m sorry, but I’m a little far from home right now.” 

“It’s 2019 and you don’t have a cell phone charger?”

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penny-sinclair‌:

And there it was. The kid gloves that everyone was using to handle her lately. Not that they could know it but she was quickly tired of that. “At this point, anything strong will do. What’s our best seller?” 

Cici sighed, taking note at how exhausted Penelope looked. She felt bad that she was letting down her position of supposed to being the one who can talk to anyone. The friendly, social bartender. Attempting to regain her composure, she pulled out some glasses and a bottle. “Our best seller is anything Miles drinks, he’s basically our best customer.” Offering her a weak smile, she unscrewed the bottle in her hand and poured it into the shot glass. “In my personal opinion, Mrs. Sinclair...whiskey. And lots of it.” Pushing the glass towards the red headed woman, Cici looked down. “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling.”

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gemramsey‌:

“Down, girl. I come in peace.” Gemma held her hands up, slowly making her way around the bar. “Came to see if you or anyone else needed anything.” Gemma sighed. “And if I sat at home feeling useless for another minute I was going to lose my shit so, please. Put me to work?”

Sighing, she gave Gemma a look. “Sorry...things are all...weird with Kieran and all of this drama is stressing me out.” Pulling out two shot glasses, she placed them on the bar and poured some tequila in them. “Shots are always helpful...”

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shilchsinclair‌:

“If I was into chicks, you’d turn me the hell on.” Shiloh admitted, “Can I get another drink? Or go behind and make myself one?”

"Shi...” Cici felt her words disappear as she looked at the man in front of her. She wasn’t sure what to say, she was never good with helping people when they were sad. Sighing, she took the lid off the bottle and poured it’s contents into his glass. 

“Sure...whatever you want. I um...I’m sorry, that this is happening...I know you’ve probably heard it a thousand times. But...I needed to say it...”

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penny-sinclair‌:

“Thank you.” Penelope breezed in, dropping her jacket on one of the barstools. At least she knew that the girls were holding down the fort here at the bar. “It means a lot to us that you are here.” 

"Mrs. Sinclair...” Freezing at her words, Cici watched her surprised. “I um...what can I get you to drink...?”

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hadleywest‌:

“I knew I’d find you here. How are you holding up?”

"I’m alright...I’ve had an...awkward couple of days with Kieran. That’s a story for another time...” Pulling out a bottle and placing it on the bar, she pulled out two glasses and placed one in front of her friend.

“How are you? I feel like it’s forever since we’ve had a chance to catch up.”

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cassandra-costello‌:

“I’m sorry. I was looking for Priya or Penelope. I was thinking they could be here.”

“Quite frankly, I wouldn’t tell you if I knew and I really don’t think you should be on this property.”

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elijahxwilliams‌:

“Hey, hey, hey. I was just looking to see if anything needed to be done around here. I’m feeling a little useless right now so I thought I’d offer a hand.”

"I don’t know what to do, either...this wasn’t supposed to happen.” Grabbing a broom, Cici held it out to Elijah. “Do you think this was the Costellos? There’s no way this was all just a coincidence...”

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there are fingerprints on the handles of daggers that rest in our dying chests. let’s not sugarcoat the obvious— we did this to each other, you and i.

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"Look, the bar is closed until further notice, okay? Respect the family and fuck off.”