"She's a he. And yeah, definitely don't wanna do that. My type is those with a developed prefrontal cortex," he replied, not missing a beat. He replaced the doughnut mug on the shelf, but his fingers lingered on it still, shrugging when she suggested an impulse buy for himself. "My office is a tattoo chair, so it'll draw looks from customers more likely. Not that I care, but I already have a go-to mug for that." Why was he sharing all of this? Who knew. Today was overshare day.
That's when she did it, cracked a laugh out of him. If there was a way to get to Kyle it was to poke fun of him by way of calling him a little bitch. "Now I'm curious what your palm reader said. Did she foresee a tall, dark stranger in your future? Offer an omen that'll precede your death?" Skepticism rolled off his tongue, he couldn't help it.
"how do you know that for sure?" brow raised, bam challenged with a hint of a smirk. "have you seen his dick when you go to the bathroom together?" in thought for a moment, the blonde pushed her lips out as her head bobbed a little. "hmm... so you like your men older then. that development doesn't happen for you guys until after like thirty-five or some shit."
it felt like he'd mentioned that for a reason. so, bam indulged and asked. "what's the go-to mug? or do i need to be a customer to find out?" the surfing champion had some ink, they were small and a bit random likely in the opinion of most but meant something to her.
"you're cute when you giggle." a tease. bellamy never really could help herself. "that is deeply personal information you're asking me to share with you." the blonde scolded. "you can't just ask people what their psychic said. please don't tell me you think there's something dark about you..." then she laughed. "she mentioned something about me being the one to finally get real evidence of bigfoot."
She'd get the 'blow job mints' from the assortment at hand; no doubt that one in particular was on the stronger end. Now the breath fresh, albeit a little too much on the cinnamon side that Micah kept popping like candy, "Oh, no. No, no, I don't like this — but I got a really bad case of shitty landlord, so anything to bad omen the hell outta him, I'll do it..." She joked-ish, but Bam also inadvertently convinced her to tuck the thing away for purchase.
"—why?" She looked at her skeptical then, the hell did this come from? Not superstitious but damn if Bel didn't pick the right moment to throw that out, "Am I gonna be a billionaire? Date an athlete? Are you my future sugar mama?"
in her own hand was a vulgar birthday card displaying chocolate covered nuts that she was going to give to her training coach. she was thumbing through the mint selection and had pulled aside the blow job mints as well while she kept stealing a glance and what micah had picked out.
"you've gotta do a full seance setup with it though." a laugh because she could imagine the mix of horror and confusion on her landlord's face. "the whole pentagram on the floor and shit. the whole works. if you need help let me know, i'll help you sell it."
one thing bam knew she could count on with people was their curiosity. so, bellamy grinned to herself as micah couldn't resist through her skepticism. "actually yes, that's what i came to tell you, i am your future sugar mama." a wink. "but no... she told me you were gonna buy a candle today and your rent was gonna go down a hundred dollars."
It was a witch mask that Eden was contemplating buying, but this wasn't just any witch mask, oh no! This was was an exact replica of the mask from Halloween III: Season of the Witch, the price tag also exclaiming that it would glow in the dark. Eden wasn't really big on the Halloween franchise, but they knew a girl who was a superfan and, well... hey, maybe that made them one now, too! A crush sure could alter your sense of self.
"Hm?" They glanced at the blonde and then back to the mask, thumb stroking the plastic ridge of molded wrinkles. "Lemme guess... she said" -- witch mask raised to cover their face, turning fully towards the other -- "just get it?" Eden wore a grin when they lowered the mask, glancing down at it once more before shrugging. "I should probably find something more unique." Tossing it back into the basket chock-full of matching masks solidified that point. "More me," they said with a decisive sigh and certain nod. "You find any goodies?"
"naw she said i was gonna meet a woman buying a halloween mask today." obviously that was bullshit. bellamy hadn't even gone to the palm reader, the schtick had been funny in her head before she played it out on a whim. "i mean look how perfectly it fits you..." a wink accompanied her chuckle as the mask was lowered and tossed aside.
"what's more you than a witch's mask?" brow raised at first, bam's smirk soon shined through. not once had she been able to resist a tease when it presented itself in the most opportune moment.
picking up a little figuring off a nearby shelf and looking it over it she swayed in place a little. excess energy in her system from the alani she'd had earlier. "there's lots of fun stuff in here but the only thing that's stuck out is that remote control delorean." the only reason she didn't currently have it in her hands was that bam had gone over the probability of the likelihood of her crashing it and therefore making it a waste of money.
"sooo... what would you say is more you?" curiosity always got the better of her.
"well, shit... happy birthday, girl!" hoisting herself nearly halfway onto the bar she flagged down a bartender.
"what kind of shots are we doing? what's your fave? you get to pick since it's your day." bellamy glanced at the bartender and mouthed 'just one sec' holding up a finger while they got nessa's preference down. "after shots then what? you want me to buy you a lap dance? you wanna get on stage yourself?"
"So, you're saying I have a chance at going pro?" They wiggled their brows playfully. Nilay only laughing more as their arms rose up towards the sky, interlocking their fingers before leaning back to stretch. They hummed softly and nodding, their arms falling down as their eyes looked around. "I believe I saw a blackberry bush a bit behind us, if you want to grab some? I can't believe I forgot to pack some snacks." Being a mom, they were normally better at remembering that. They found themself becoming a bit annoyed with themself for not doing so for today.
The thought of food was certainly pleasing, and a smile grew. "Oh, yeah. I'm completely up for that." Chuckling, the professor's head shook. "Well, I appreciate you at least indulging me. Thank you. Though I'll definitely do better to remember snacks and extra water full of electrolytes. In case of another hangover hiking trip."
"pro at what? hiking or jogging?" watching them so pleased with themself put a bit of a smile on her hungover face. it wasn't bad, she was mostly just in need of hydration and the lack of it currently was making her head pound. "i'm not sure besting a hungover trail companion in need of a bottle of water and some fuel is a suggestion you should take to high level competition but know if you do decide to go for it i'll support you."
at the mention of a blackberry bush she looked back over her shoulder as though she'd spot it that easily. "right? i always thought you could count on the mom friends for all the goods." head shaking, a bit of amusement colored in her features. "i can't believe you failed me."
righting herself, stretching a bit, bellamy pushed forward. the sooner they got this done the quicker she'd have a juicy burger and maybe a beer in her belly. "honestly, i'm usually smarter than that but we all have our less than proud moments." technically it was bellamy's bad since she'd been aware of the hiking plans the next day when she'd decided on drinking.
Who the hell did Secret Santa in July? His boss at 707 Ink did, that's who. Kyle had meandered into Boo Radley's in the hopes of finding a semi decent gift for $5 or under. He seemed to be in luck, because there was no shortage of gifts, gag or otherwise.
He had slowly wandered toward the adult section of the store and was now turning over a mug in his hands when the stranger spoke to him. "Not sure if this is appropriate to give the 19 year old receptionist at my job."
Palm readers. A certifiable bunch of scam artists, he'd sooner consult a wishing well for answers. "What'd she say? 'That'll be $50 bucks?'"
biting the inside of her lip, right at the corner of her mouth, bellamy was doing her best not to completely snicker at the mug in his hand. the surprise in her eyes wasn't because of the wording, more to the fact that he seemed to be hesitating on getting the item. either for himself or apparently a gift to a colleague.
"yeah... she might get the wrong impression." in her opinion he looked too old to be salacious with a girl of that age so bam wouldn't encourage it. "get it for yourself. drink from it around the office." now smirking a bit, she imagined his colleagues doing a double take. though, be appearances he never would've struck her as the office type.
"actually... yes, but not after she told me to tell you to stop being a little bitch." amusement pulled at the corners of her mouth and she took a step closer, reached for the mug on the shelf next to where he'd grabbed the one in his hand. "don't be a pussy. let everyone know you prefer cream in your doughnuts."
mostly bellamy was shopping around to kill some time. picking up a trinket here and there, snickering at some novelty items, and maybe even raising her brow at some of the risqué offerings.
her blue eyes found someone hesitating between picking an item or leaving it there on the shelf. it was like they wanted it but weren't sure of the judgement or something to that effect.
"just get it." bellamy encouraged at the few steps it took to approach. "if you like it... just get it." the shrug was an emphasis on why care? and soon a smirk made its way onto her expression. "i went to the palm reader earlier. wanna know what she said?"
"Oh, come on—it's just another twenty minutes!" A breathless laugh escaped and their body turned around. Nilay's hand shading over their eyes while a bright and mischievous grin appearing. Now, “twenty minutes”, after two and a half hours of hiking, was perhaps bullshit in this situation. For themself? It was as easy as breathing. There was another laugh as they jogged over to their companion. Looking up above them, a content sigh at the sunshine beaming on their face through the trees. This was peaceful. Perhaps one of the few genuine moments of peace in months. “Seriously, we can make it.” They looked back at the other. Both eyebrows raising up, half-concern, half-smug. “Unless you want to take five?”
🏛️𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: nilay öztürk & up to player ( @cascadestarters )
"what the fuck?" a laugh. "i thought i was the professional athlete here..." not that she'd ever claim to be a runner, but the hiking beforehand had been great. bellamy waved off nilay's encouragement and concern. "i'm just hungry. i stupidly didn't bring snacks." that and the late night she'd had before, well, it was all catching up to her now that she'd participated in this kind of activity without being properly hydrated.
"twenty minutes and then we're gonna go get food, yeah? i need proper motivation here." because as fun and pretty as nilay was, she hadn't been cutting it thus far in that department. "i should know better and i fall victim to it every time. exercise doesn't help when you're hungover."
when and where: National Free Slurpee Day at Cas Gas
"Ooh, nah. I don't know about this one." He says after a visible grimace that coincided with the first taste of the Oreo slurpee he had chosen in an attempt to be adventurous rather than going with his tried and true Dr. Pepper.
"mountain dew confetti chill." but bellamy hadn't actually worked up to trying it yet. the frozen slushie treat sat in her grip as she tried to get over the mental wall of how bad it sounded to try it.
maybe her hesitation was piggybacking off his grimace.
"i've heard good things about that one. people seem to like the soft vanilla finish." a little snicker slipped out. "are you the soft vanilla finish type? you seem it."
BELLAMY BISHOP. 33. CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER is here! They’ve lived in Cascade for 12 YEARS and currently reside in SHASTA HEIGHTS. BAM is a PROFESSIONAL SURFER and frequently hears that they look a lot like SAMARA WEAVING. Funny, huh? If ever caught by Letterboxd, they’d say TOP GUN is in their Top 4 and the theme song to their life’s soundtrack would be OCEAN DRIVE by DUKE DUMONT.
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trigger warnings: divorce, shark attack, death
the journey to championships, gold medals, sponsorship deals all began on a vacation in hawaii when bellamy bishop's parents put her up on a board while on vacation. it was meant to be a fun recreational activity during one afternoon on a beach near the north shore. what it grew into was a passion that would take a young blonde all over the world to compete with the best of the best the sport had to offer.
born in southern california, she ran all over the sands of most of the beaches there and hit the waves with a heart full of determination. it hadn't taken much begging but bellamy had convinced her parents to pay for continued lessons post trip. she got good quickly. so good that her instructor insisted bam, as she was affectionately called, enter into local youth competitions. while her rise to stardom in the sport could be considered meteoric it wasn't as easy and smooth sailing as the outside view would offer.
surfing had actually been an escape from the disruptive home life that had soiled the family home. her parents were going through a bitter and toxic divorce, the fights were loud and nasty, and the only way bam was able to shut it all out was through the crash of the ocean's waves. in the water, on a board, her focus was sharp and narrow. it could be life or death out there, or risk serious injury, so any distractions got shut out and when she was in the water was the only time she knew genuine peace. considering how violent the ocean could be it said a lot.
most of the time her parents were too busy to take her to competitions or events, and that meant bam had to rely on her coach or the charity of a competitor's parent. with surfing, how good she was becoming, bam saw a way out from the life she was currently drowning in. there was no other option but to succeed. to be the best. not only did bam win most of her competitions, she won championships, big sponsorship deals, and would one day go to the olympics and win a gold medal.
though, none of it would happen or come without a price. all of her prize money and earnings from sponsorships had to be overseen by her parents while she was under 18. the day she was ready to move out bam went to collect her savings and be on her way, but when at the bank she'd be told her account was empty. that her co-signing parents had taken all but $20. as much as the betrayal devastated her it couldn't make her stay, so she lived on charity again from friends and sometimes even strangers until she earned enough to get on her feet.
in her early 20's bam would suffer a concussion, a few years later she'd hurt her hip so badly she was out for the season, and the worst of all was losing a friend in her late 20's to an attack off shore when in australia. it was one of those freak things, something that's in the back of every surfer's mind that could happen to them, but had bam questioning why them and not me. the big win bam would take at inaugural surfing competition at the olympics in japan was dedicated to this friend.
the famed mavericks had been what initially brought bam to northern california. only meant to be there for a visit and to surf awhile when she was around 21, but then she never ended up leaving. she liked the peace of the scenery. the mix of all things. and lucky for her it's the perfect training grounds for the LA28 olympics.
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