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@deardowntown
#tellмє𝖺𝘣𝗼𝗎t𝘪ⲧ.ᐟ independent & mutually exclusive roleplaying blog for an original character inspired by romantic comedy leading ladies from the late 90s and early 2000s, developed in affiliation with @sartorialgazette. written by chasen. 21+. est. 2026. please read rules prior to following.
✉⃕ 𝐘OU'𝑉E G𝑂𝚃 𝘔A𝙸𝐿 .ᐟ
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drew content for ur consideration
༘⋆｡ things overheard at the bar starters.
WARNINGS: alcohol
no, i'm not hitting on you. unless it's working.
you're not doing karaoke again.
why are there fries in your purse?
what's the strongest drink on the menu?
no, i don't remember your name.
you come here often?
what's your star sign?
if you tell anyone what i'm about to say, i'll key your car.
it's last call. get a drink or go home.
they just tipped with monopoly money.
i think i'm in love...
i'm saving this story for your future wedding toast.
i'm your wingperson tonight, give me the target.
you're not from around here, are you?
i'm your best friend, not your conscience.
say that again and i will make a scene.
you're my bestie now, i don't care that we met 30 seconds ago.
i'd buy you a drink but i'd rather make you breakfast.
this one's on my tab.
is that a fake id?
i swear i only had two drinks...
this is a judgement free zone.
they said they were working late...
let's play pool. if i win, you owe me a real conversation.
if i tip you $20, will you say i was never here?
that was supposed to impress them...
it's not a fake, it's retro!
don't test me, i'm not drunk enough to forgive you.
can you lie and say i'm not allowed tequila anymore?
give me your phone.
if you want a mojito, you can muddle the mint.
i don't think that's your real name.
make me something dangerous and don't ask questions.
you're cut off.
you cannot cry on a stranger's shoulder!
can you get me something non-alcoholic? i'm designated driver.
no, i don't want to join the conga line.
if i ask for a double, will you pretend i'm not spiraling?
you always ruin nights like this!
okay but technically, i'm turning [18/21] this year.
i'm not your therapist. that'll be $14.
no, you don't need to text them, that's why i took your phone.
tell him i'm your sister or something.
you ever seen somebody ruin their own life in 5 minutes? watch this.
you can throw up now or in my car.
if i were a drink, i'd be the one you remember tomorrow.
we said no shots, why are there shots?!
promise you won't hate me tomorrow?
let's go somewhere quieter.
we always do this. drink, flirt, run...
i don't want tonight to end.
can we get pizza after this?
do you want to dance? i won't step on your feet.
don't climb on the table!
i am not your lawyer.
why are you laughing and texting?!
drink this water.
@DEARDOWNTOWN & @SARTORIALGAZETTE : independent & exclusive affiliated original characters inspired by tropes found in 90s & 00s romantic comedies. written by chasen & sunnah.
there's a weight in his chest tonight. as familiar as it is cloying. it would have been all too easy to get a bottle and drink himself into oblivion in some motel room. instead, knox is sitting in a dim bar nursing an expensive whiskey on rocks. from a jukebox somewhere near the back a bluegrass song drawls softly interlaced with a quiet hum of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses. most of the patrons are older, and minding their own business. one woman sticks out like a sore thumb, but knox has tried to keep his gaze respectful. when her goldenrod hair pops into his view, knox realizes she is speaking to him. quietly, steely eyes follow her thumb to the pool table. he can’t help the smile that follows.
❛ sure i know how, but i’m more of a darts man myself,❜ the answer is earnest, and knox leans back in his stool to open his posture to the woman speaking to him. she’s beautiful, and she looks so out of place here. a firefly in the dark, ❛ you want to play a round, i’m no sore loser. name’s knox. ❜
“ DREW. ” as jukebox rolls into the next patron - selected tune, there’s a momentary lull in noise that opens as he smiles & speaks. drew, no better a broad than any other, can’t help but return the expression in full. she can count on one hand her better traits ( with no best available, as they all walk the same fine line in her view ), & the gift of gab her father passed to her was first on the list. “ i tried to play darts in my dad’s bar as a kid, ” the story begins with an easy slip off her bar stool, dainty hand on stranger’s sturdy arm. “ i accidentally nicked a regular’s ear — total blood bath, if you can believe it — dad exiled me to the pool table. ”
⊹ 𝙒H𝐴T'S 𝙐P WI𝑇H D𝙍E𝑊 .ᐣ a visual guide to first impressions.
i am much more open to ships / romantic dynamics on drew because i don't think she has a Type and has such a stupid and chaotic love life that i think it will remain fun and goofy
imagine...........if ur female muse n my female muse..........were bff.s..........
@sartorialgazette: you come here often?
a coy smile creeps along sleepy visage. night one in their new home, a slightly run down house on a quiet street out of manhattan. they slept on the floor last night, the mattress sans sheet haphazardly dropped in middle of what will be their bedroom. drew doubts art’s ever been so disorganized. she is a little pleased with herself about it. “ not so much, but i’m liking the area. ” he is near impossible to look at * chest aches affectionately at the sea glass of his eyes, crooked smile. “ does your girlfriend know you got a girl in your bed this morning ? ”
@redheid: no, i'm not hitting on you. unless it's working.
cold handles fumble drunkenly with cigarette * she giggles a little, focusing a mite too hard on his words as she attempts to decode them through his heavy accent. the alley they’re in smells like day old piss & rain water. she swears she’d pay more heed to the no smoking sign if it didn’t feel like a favor letting the smell cover the current stench — or if the sign was legible at all beneath graffiti & grime. “ COULD BE, if you commit to it, ” but she’s hardly paying attention to it. near - empty lighter is handed off to him. “ make this work, i can’t get the shit to light. ”
stride taken from building to car would’ve been brisk for anyone else, instead leisurely for wandering radiator. without any need to tush through new york’s nightly chill, he could do the gentleman’s task of guiding her arm in arm while free hand clicked impatient at the unlock button on his key fob. excitement fluttered his thumb, bringing forth backing car horn just a few feet down that echoed between complexes. chain pocketed, he freed himself from her in favor of opening passenger door.
" thanks again for making the time. " gratitude layered over the unlatch, an easy smile that still managed a glow underneath dimmed street lights. the car he’d chosen for the evening was the lesser of his more- unconventional models. surely, steel blue was more tolerable than bold orange and yellow. " feels like i haven’t gotten enough of that lately. "
@deardowntown ♡'d.
WHO CAN FAULT A GIRL FOR IT ? reader, it’s easy to be a bit weak in the knees when you’re looking up at apollo au couture. she’s not immune to handsome men or shiny cars — sue her ! columnist delights in hanging from his offered arm, especially against springtime air & soft breeze chilling her through dollar store nylons. drew slips into vehicle with ( some ) ease. swooning, sweeping eyes take in its sleek interior like a kid on their first trip to grandpa joe’s. in another life, drew imagines she’d be a mechanic, or race enthusiast, & so the delight taken in brief rides like this is appreciated in its entirety. “ hey, no worries. doubt anybody on the island would consider this a chore, ” drew flashes a smile as she buckles in, one hand smoothing down her hair. “ you know girls & their shopping — you’re not so bad, either. ”
HEELS IN HAND * the white flag of a girl’s night out. booze tints the evening her favorite shades of pink, green, baby blue. every song is the BEST song, every girl is her best friend. mary jane tonight, tomorrow, yesterday. they walk ( see : stumble ) through clubbers, hand in hand like little girls in a crowded park.
“ CAN WE GET PIZZA AFTER THIS ? ” @aspotlight asks, voice nearly lost to dj’s wind up.
“ OHMIGOD, YES ! ” now that it’s been spoken, it’s the only thing in the entire world that makes any sense. drew squeezes past a couple, drawing mary jane close with eager nod. “ pleasepleaseplease can we go to that shithole in the village ? they’re the only ones that get the mushrooms right. i think i’m going to cry if you say no. ”
there’s a thin comedic lining in the contrast of patrons filling their evenings together. drew’s been abandoned a bar back by girl friends, whisked away from early bedtimes & nagging partners threatening cold shoulders. she’s perched in a dive that’s become a solo comfort — hidden away, lights aged so yellow they provide less illumination than the neon signs scattered between cluttered wall decor. the girls would hate all the charms that drew adored. she was willing to give up her appletini for the near familial comfort found in a cracked leather bar seat beside the only other patron within her demographic, @alleyspat “ do you play ? ” bottle blonde dips head obnoxiously into his line of sight. she taps nails on the side of his glass, the shimmer of hard candy’s static catching in bar top lights as she jerks a thumb over her shoulder to empty pool table. “ like, do you know how ? ”
drew wearing her hair in a ponytail with a ball cap on from the ages of like . 9 to 13 and cutting it shorter and shorter and bleaching it blonde in late high school because she hated being told she looked like her mom.
Uptown Girls (2003) dr. Boaz Yakin
༘⋆｡ things overheard at the bar starters.
WARNINGS: alcohol
no, i'm not hitting on you. unless it's working.
you're not doing karaoke again.
why are there fries in your purse?
what's the strongest drink on the menu?
no, i don't remember your name.
you come here often?
what's your star sign?
if you tell anyone what i'm about to say, i'll key your car.
it's last call. get a drink or go home.
they just tipped with monopoly money.
i think i'm in love...
i'm saving this story for your future wedding toast.
i'm your wingperson tonight, give me the target.
you're not from around here, are you?
i'm your best friend, not your conscience.
say that again and i will make a scene.
you're my bestie now, i don't care that we met 30 seconds ago.
i'd buy you a drink but i'd rather make you breakfast.
this one's on my tab.
is that a fake id?
i swear i only had two drinks...
this is a judgement free zone.
they said they were working late...
let's play pool. if i win, you owe me a real conversation.
if i tip you $20, will you say i was never here?
that was supposed to impress them...
it's not a fake, it's retro!
don't test me, i'm not drunk enough to forgive you.
can you lie and say i'm not allowed tequila anymore?
give me your phone.
if you want a mojito, you can muddle the mint.
i don't think that's your real name.
make me something dangerous and don't ask questions.
you're cut off.
you cannot cry on a stranger's shoulder!
can you get me something non-alcoholic? i'm designated driver.
no, i don't want to join the conga line.
if i ask for a double, will you pretend i'm not spiraling?
you always ruin nights like this!
okay but technically, i'm turning [18/21] this year.
i'm not your therapist. that'll be $14.
no, you don't need to text them, that's why i took your phone.
tell him i'm your sister or something.
you ever seen somebody ruin their own life in 5 minutes? watch this.
you can throw up now or in my car.
if i were a drink, i'd be the one you remember tomorrow.
we said no shots, why are there shots?!
promise you won't hate me tomorrow?
let's go somewhere quieter.
we always do this. drink, flirt, run...
i don't want tonight to end.
can we get pizza after this?
do you want to dance? i won't step on your feet.
don't climb on the table!
i am not your lawyer.
why are you laughing and texting?!
drink this water.
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