cool about it.

dani ramsey i'm trying to be cool about it feelin' like an absolute fool about it, wishin' you were kind enough to be cruel about it tellin' myself I can always do without it knowin' that it probably isn't true

[eastcfeden]

"to be honest, i don't even like that movie," wade shrugs as he picks up the shot glass; he raises it in a little toast and then downs it in a quick, smooth motion. he's very grateful for the free drink, getting drunk on his own dime is always annoying, especially when he's a bit dry on funds. like right now. there hasn't been much work for him at the farm lately and the motel job can only get him so far. he might have to ask around for something extra. but that's not a concern for tonight, right now wade's very focused on getting wasted. "it's that fucking snowman. motherfucker's too annoying."

"fuck off," wade says, mouth open as he stares at them. "get out of my brain, dude. fast car is a fucking masterpiece. best love song ever. i probably butcher it everytime i try to sing it but i do my best. if you wanna know my wild card, cher is a close second. i do a mean if i could turn back time," he chuckles. wade picks up his beer bottle but finds it empty—a disappointment he'll have to fix soon. "what about you? i feel like you're either a bruce springsteen person or like some other dad rock shit."

[daniramsey]

dani lifts theirs, lightly clinking it against wade's before taking it back, fully wincing – despite all their efforts, they had not mastered the art of taking a shot without pulling a face. "because it's bad. it's bad. elsa should've been a lesbian, it wouldn't saved the franchise," they said, as they the words weren't riding the wave of vodka fumes. "but fuck that snowman, he should have melted."

dani chuckled, raising their hand in a subtle gesture of 'two more, when you have time' – something that was just as likely to be ignored as it was to be perceived. "okay, that could hurt, but bruce is a master of lyricism. i'm on fire is like, objectively, a perfect song. but the answer, if you must know, is mmmbop. the key to a perfect karaoke song is 'wait, those are the lyrics?'" dani re-enacted, surprise performance too dramatic to land anywhere near sincere, "and 'oh my god, i can't believe they hit the high notes of an eleven year old boy.'" dani grinned, holding up the newly delivered second shot like the first hadn't nearly done them in. "what do ya say, partner? duet? i'm like, scary good at nickelback. if you say you don't know any, you're lying, and i'm telling everyone they're your favorite band."

[eastcfeden]

blue dicks, 9pm / OPEN

at this point, wade's kind of lost track of time and god knows how long he's been hogging the booth for. every now and again someone would come over and say hi or wade would wave them down for a chat—six months in and he's managed to make plenty of friends here, which is both a fun thing and a bit of a challenge. fun because, well—people; wade would rather die than spend his day on his own. plus, getting to know people usually gets him a job here and there and he'll never say no to some extra cash. a challenge because now he has to remember to keep his story straight, remember which lie he told to whom and whether one doesn't discredit the other. and sure, he could just fucking stop lying but where's the fun in that. and, again, he'd rather die than tell the truth. making up stories about himself has been the most fun enterprise of his life, it got him in and out of a lot of shit over the years, why stop now.

"dude, the karaoke night fucking sucks tonight," he says when someone else takes the hot seat across from him. "if i have to hear another disney song one more time i'm gonna—i don't know. something. three people did let it go, one more time and i'm leaving, you know."

[daniramsey]

one of dani's many guilty pleasures was acting as their own personal spy in the rivalry between blue dicks and red admiral – especially on karaoke nights. red admiral had proffered two too many 'hit me baby one more time's, and dani had jumped ship. there was hope that blue dicks was more promising – until they settled in across from wade, a shot glass in offering nudged toward him with an index finger as they pulled a face. "what is with let it go? it's not even the best song in the movie. have you heard love is an open door?" they lamented, wry grin curving their lips as they tipped back their beer. their brows furrowed in consideration as they regarded wade. "hold on, stay still. i'm trying to guess your karaoke song." it was far too much contemplation, and far too little actual contemplating before a grin crept onto their lips. "something sad and like... cool but melancholy. some fast car shit. how close am i?"

[guthriekeene]

location: area fifty-fun @everyone

League days were slow. The kind of thing where the rush ended up being a round of drinks and snacks, and that was sort of it. They came, they bowled, they left. It was an excuse for Aspen to bring anything else in to keep her occupied, and being in a deeper need to fuck with people who demanded things from her, she'd pulled out the ouija board from the closet at home, and brought it in. Set up on the counter she stood behind. The moment someone walked up, she perked up. "Lane 3 and 9 are the only two that are open today," she started. She tapped the planchette. "But, they're both like, deeply haunted. You do have to communicated with the board to get the ghosts permission first." She made a face, as if it was completely out of her hands that this was the case. "Sorry, I don't make the rules. The ghosts do. You want to ask a question?"

[daniramsey]

Dani wasn't good at bowling – so deeply not good at bowling that the last two times they'd tried, well-meaning employees had employed the bumper guards. The current objective was to improve in secret with as few witnesses as possible – something that was seeming less and less likely with the possibility of a ghost audience. Dani pulled a face that indicated they were mere seconds from an actual stomping-their-too-big-bowling-shoes temper tantrum. They didn't believe in hauntings – necessarily. "Do I have to ask permission, or is this a 'master of the universe, when do I die?' haunting? Because I'm just trying to not strike out," they paused, landing somewhere between a wince and a wink at the unintentional pun, "in front of the woman I have a bowling date with, I don't need to bring Pazuzu or whoever home with us by saying hello."

[daniramsey]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Dani Ramsey

NICKNAMES: D

PRONOUNS AND GENDER: Nonbinary, they/them

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Part-time housekeeper at the Loveroot Motel, part-time tour guide at T or C Aerospace Center

TL;DR:

t or c born and raised

the second of three kids, and very much a middle child in every sense. (overlooked and undervalued, dani will claim until their dying day).

desperately wanted to work in aviation when they were growing up – their parents are met when they were both hired at an airline. their dad is a pilot (now retired, but does still take up a cessna 150 when he's feeling restless) and their mother a flight attendant.

they were getting certified and interning at the aerospace museum when a bout of vertigo took them out for a week and a half.

when migraines started to accompany the vertigo spells, they got it checked out. dani was diagnosed with meniere's disease –entirely manageable, except that it ruled out them ever being a pilot. dani played it cool and assured their parents they'd find something else. they didn't – they got a regency degree at the community college, a part-time position giving tours at the aerospace center, and another gig as a housekeeper at the loveroots motel.

dani still struggles with it sometimes – though they'd never say it.

a people person in their very bones – if you want to talk to dani, dani wants to talk to you.

friend in your contacts most likely to send you tiktoks at all hours, for better or worse. (it's almost always worse).

FUN DUMB STATS:

Birthday: December 18, 1992

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius ☉ | Libra ☽ | Sagittarius➶  

MBTI: ENTJ

Enneagram: Type 5w8

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral Alignment: Chaotic good

Element: Earth

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

flirtationships

high school/childhood friends

coworkers at either the loveroot motel or the aerospace center

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS:

tbd

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