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if you have no issues with people randomly coming up to with threads, or multi-muse accounts. I just got back and I’m looking for people to write with.
❀ unlikely situations
send one in and i’ll write my muse’s reaction!
★ = my muse walking on yours half naked in a changing room
▲ = spilling food on the other’s clothes
↬ = both muses being pooped on by geese / pigeons
✘ = hitting the other in their private part by accident
✈ = missing the same flight together
❄ = stranded and drenched in a local park from the rainstorm / snowstorm
┼ = having explosive diarrhea in the middle of the party
☂ = pulling the wrong woman/man inside the closet for a make out session
☆ = waking up the other with drool all over their mouth
₪ = entering the wrong bathroom
♠ = throwing up on the other after a drunken night of fun and alcohol
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"Oh, thank God..“ the reply slipped past his lips before he could stop it, and Minjae squeezed his eyes shut, regretting just about every decision he’d made that had lead him to this point in his life.
Really, though – getting involved with someone with kids? Not high on Minjae’s to-do list.
(And since when had he been concerned about getting involved? He’d just met the guy!)
"What I mean is, uh..” he backpedaled, the red creeping up his neck definitely visible now. “It’s good that you take care of your roommates. Y'know..”
He finished lamely, silently cursing himself.
The relieved reply caught him by surprise. Why was he relieved that he didn't have kids? Did he think maybe he was a completely crazy father flirting with anyone who he came across or- wait. Realization smacked him in the face and an even more cocky smirk paired with a coy eyebrow raised graced his features. "Thank God? Nah, I like to think I don't have any children thanks to my own precaution. Though hearing you say that does make me think maybe you are a bit too against kids. Are you saying you would instantly loose your blush and cuteness if you found out I had kids? Not very respectable, Minjae."
A soft hum left Jackson's lips was he studied the soap. He was done his shopping and could be heading home but he wanted to check the stores inventory. "Don't worry. I know what you meant."
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“Just one book. Four years ago,” anything else still remained inside his head, words untranslatable. He wondered what it would be like to write again, and not in the way they did in his classes, where he does his best to turn the professor’s prompts into stories, bring them to life — to really write about something that matters.
God, he get’s awfully sentimental when he thinks about writing. It’s almost laughable.
“Kids?” he asked. Jackson didn’t really seem like the fatherly type, but then again, what was the fatherly type? Minjae had never experienced it — his own father had been absent, birthday parties giving way to business meetings, good night kisses cast aside for conferences.
Even in his own head, he sounded sad and pathetic. He rolled his eyes inwardly.
"Cool." Jackson said with a nod and he meant it. Having your real name on something and being able to be known for something. It was cool. At least in his mind which was filled with names linked to fake identities.
Although his mind had went momentarily dark, Minjae's guess.of kids had him laughing. "I know we just met but do I really seem like a fatherly type? I meant my roommates. None of us really have family so we created our own. Like no weird blood sharing or anything, we just look out for each other is all." Jackson explained, still grinning widely at the fact that the other had assumed he could actually be responsible for another human life besides his own which he was barley managing.
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Minjae looked up, thinking. “Uh, dishwasher detergent, cream, and…” he paused, trying to remember, still not sure why he was telling Jackson all of this, letting a virtual stranger lead him around the grocery store like a lost puppy, “— oh, yeah, I need AA batteries.”
“I’m an author,” he said, gaze turned towards the isle, looking up and down the stacks of processed food. “And I’m in school. I’m a creative writing major.”
Tearing his eyes away from the shelves, he tilted his head in Jackson’s direction, “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just become a teacher, then?“
Jackson nodded and lead him towards the dishwasher detergent which, lucky for him, was on the other aide of the store. "An author? Really? Published anything?" He asked, more than interested in the other endeavors.
With a pause, the mutant thought about what he should say. 'Not allowed'? 'Too risky to be enrolled somewhere'? No. All of those sounded like he was some kind of criminal which he wasnt. "Most of my time has to be at home. I have people to look after." He answered and it wasnt a lie. All of the mutants looked after each other. Of course, it would have been easier to lie but for some reason, his stomach felt sick at the thought of lying to someone whose been honest with him.
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Minjae groaned, rolling his eyes, “Gross, you perv. So not what I meant, but glad to see your mind’s in the right place.”
He chased after Jackson, an indignant noise bubbling up from inside his chest as the other stole away his belongings, “Hey, those are mine!”
He snatched the basket out of Jackson’s hand, holding it protectively against his side. No one stole his fairy lights and jumbo tissues. And wow, just when he thought he couldn’t sound gayer…
“A tutor, hm? I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve got an air of superiority about you that just screams ‘teacher.’"
Jackson chuckled and rolled his eyes, easily letting the basket be taken from him. "What else do you have to get?" He asked, trying to sound non-chalant and not like he was trying to lengthen their time together.
"Really? I hate it. I can't ever become a real teacher so I'm stuck teaching rich kids whose mother orders me around like a butler." He huffed, a fair bit of frustration obviously pent up. "What do you do?" He asked, immediately recognizing his mistake of talking about himself. He liked where this was going and he did not want to mess it up with this fairy lights cutie over being cranky. "I'd guess student but you're not buying cheap packs of ramen so student with rich family?"
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Okay, Minjae really needed Jackson to stop with that smirking thing, because that little pain in his chest from before? Yeah, it’s gotten bigger, and it’s definitely starting to get worrisome. And Minjae doesn’t do this shit, shouldn’t have to deal with this different-kind-of-hunger pang, especially not from a stranger he’d met in the toilet paper isle of the supermarket. It’s like a terrible rom-com and he kind of wants to puke, but at the same time he also wants to jump Jackson and get him to fuck him until Minjae can’t remember his own name.
And, okay, hello invasive, terribly inappropriate thoughts. How about we don’t do this right now?
He shoved the tissues into his cart, “And why should I tell you, hm?”
He mentally kicked himself. Because that doesn’t seem suspicious at all, you asshole.
Minjae had to admit, as much as he was starting to like know-it-all Jackson, with his arrogant smirk and wild hand gestures, he also couldn’t help but find this almost shy Jackson endearing. Gaining a little confidence, he raised his eyebrows, leaning in a little, teasing, “'Just know some stuff’? You’re awfully eloquent with your words there, Jackson-ssi.“
Jackson had gotten the reaction he wanted. Defensive. Sensing the other was probably regretted his choice of words, he was not able to go back now. "Alright. Privacy. I get it. Whatever you do with your tissues is completely up to you and now that I think about it, I probably don't want to know."
Jackson's eyes locked with Minjae's and he stayed silent for a few seconds while his carefully planned out his next course of action. Would kissing him with intentions to sophistication bison banter and maybe get a number be way out of order? Probably.
He moved to the side and grabbed Minjae's basket, pulling his own cart down the isle without sparing the other a glance and assuming he would follow. "I'm a tutor." He explained, now focusing on stopping the painful pounding in his chest that followed the thought of kissing him.
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Jackson’s — he plays with the name in his head, drawing it out in slow syllables — laugh sends a jolt of something straight through his chest, leaving him winded, andreally, he should not be getting so flustered. It was actually kind of embarrassing.
“Aish…” he scowled, trying to cover up the blush that was threatening to escape the confines of his collar as the other leaned in closer to him. He clutched the box of tissues to his chest once they were returned. “They’re not way too big. They’re the perfect size for what I need them for.”
Minjae raised an eyebrow as the other began to ramble on, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize I was talking to a specialist here. The way I see it, they’re all just too fucking picky.“
The other's 'I'm embarrassed but trying to hold it together' face satisfied Jackson and he moved away with a slightly cocky smirk. "Oh yeah? And what in the world would you need all those tissues for?" He asked, head tilting to the side.
Specialist? Absolutely not! Jackson hated people who made it favourite past time, eating, complicated. "Im not a specialist. I just- know some stuff... I guess." He shrugged, playing it cool and collected but inside he was dying of regret. Why would he have turned all nerd on this guy? Why did he have to inform him of all the different kinds of 'picky people with a cause'? If he wasn't so arrogant, he probably would have bowed his head and apologised.
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“Minjae,” he offered absentmindedly, his sad eyes trained on the box being held ransom above his head, “Please don’t mock me, I’ve worked very hard to be where I am today despite my disadvantages, height-wise.”
He brought a hand up, reaching, only to drop it to his side. Resistance was futile. This tall, god of a man — and really, he was done with the mythology metaphors, promise — had bested him, and with — god damn it — cheek dimples and all.
“The only thing they’re really giving up is money from their pocket book,” Minjae says, defeated, crossing his arms over his chest, and yeah, he definitely wasn’t pouting. Lee Minjae, award winning author and occasional public speaker and activist did not pout. “There are about a million substitutes for just about anything these days. Meat is unnecessary, why not just have soy beans and rice instead?” he rolled his eyes, “And it’s vegans that can’t drink milk, not vegetarians, isn’t it?”
With a low and husky laugh, he gave the box back. "No need to pout. I had no intentions on stealing your way-too-big box of tissues." Jackson assured, running a finger through his locks out of habit. "Just thought you might need to learn a bit of gratitude, Minjae." He teased, leaning down a bit to match his height. And no, he did not just add the others name in there to see what it would sound like rolling off the tongue. Absolutely not. But maybe, just maybe, the other would say his name before they were through. Not that he was waiting with fainted breath tho. No. That wasn't like him.
"Depends on the type of vegetarian." He explained, his tutor voice coming out. Another sign that he was about to ramble was the hands that came up and began moving while he spoke. "Some vegetarians choose to eat fish while others pick and choose what they eat. But there are vegetarians that won't eat anything from an animal. They differ from vegans because vegans won't use anything from animals and not just food. If there's a possibility it has come into some not-so-pleasant contact with an animal, they wont touch it."
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“Minjae,” he offered absentmindedly, his sad eyes trained on the box being held ransom above his head, “Please don’t mock me, I’ve worked very hard to be where I am today despite my disadvantages, height-wise.”
He brought a hand up, reaching, only to drop it to his side. Resistance was futile. This tall, god of a man — and really, he was done with the mythology metaphors,promise — had bested him, and with — god damn it — cheek dimples and all.
“The only thing they’re really giving up is money from their pocket book,” Minjae says, defeated, crossing his arms over his chest, and yeah, he definitely wasn’t pouting. Lee Minjae, award winning author and occasional public speaker and activist did not pout. “There are about a million substitutes for just about anything these days. Meat is unnecessary, why not just have soy beans and rice instead?” he rolled his eyes, “And it’s vegans that can’t drink milk, not vegetarians, isn’t it?”
The other's 'I'm embarrassed but trying to hold it together' face satisfied Jackson and he moved away with a slightly cocky smirk. "Oh yeah? And what in the world would you need all those tissues for?" He asked, head tilting to the side.
Specialist? Absolutely not! Jackson hated people who made it favorite past time, eating, complicated. "Im not a specialist. I just- know some stuff... I guess." He shrugged, playing it cool and collected but inside he was dying of regret. Why would he have turned all nerd on this guy? Why did he have to inform him of all the different kinds of 'picky people with a cause'? If he wasn't so arrogant, he probably would have bowed his head and apologied.
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“I would’ve got it eventually,” And even if I didn’t and I died, at least the store would have ample supply of tissues to mop up the mess. He thought morbidly. Minjae wasn’t too sure why he was acting so defensive — it probably had something to do with the fact that this Adonis of a man had maybe caught him literally clinging to a shelf like a needy boyfriend. Okay, yeah. It was definitely that.
The disturbing part was that he didn’t even know why he was getting so flustered. He wasn’t usually like this — this being the blushing virgin type. He was a twenty-three year old man, for god’s sake. He had a healthy, albeit slightly lacking sex life, had dated guys in the past, had slept with guys in the past, and yet, here he was, naked under the gaze of a man who had met him less than a minute before.
“I didn’t need any help,” he scoffed, shuffling his words a little awkwardly. Smooth. “I was doing perfectly fine on my own before you showed up. In fact, I was doing great. Fantastic. Absolutely brilliant.”
Shut up!! The little voice in his head was screaming constantly, high pitched and definitely annoying. Speaking of which, when the hell did his inner monologue start doing aegyo?
“So I guess the roommate thing explains the three different types of milk, too?” he looked back up, meeting the stranger’s eyes, giving himself a mental high five when he didn’t blush (at least not excessively…) “I have to ask… why three?”
An eyebrow cocked as he listened to the other ramble on about how he didn't need his help. Jackson found it,though he'd never admit it, rather adorable. "Hmm." He hummed, taking the box from th others hand and held it high above his head. "Well, maybe we should just put it back so you can get it on your own." He offered, tilting his head slightly.
"In his words,he wants to see how different the taste is and, again his words, see if vegetarians really are giving up a lot." A sigh left him as the box of tissues remained out of the others reach. "I'm Jackson by the way." He said before silently having a battle with himself, trying to understand why he had just introduced himself. Perhaps he wanted to know the others name... and maybe see if it matched his adorable nature. But, again, he would never tell anyone of these thoughts.
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Once again, Minjae found himself cursing customer service representatives. Or, at the very least, the system the worked under. Accessibility was supposed to be high on the customer satisfaction list, wasn’t it? And yet, here he was, practically scaling the shelves like a rock climber, long fingers outstretched, trying to grasp at the box of tissues that remained just out of his reach.
It wasn’t until he had one foot on the lowest shelf, chest pressed up against box upon box of tissues (not the right kind, obviously) and had inhaled a mouthful of plastic wrap that he considered just asking an employee for help. He quickly dismissed the idea, however; he was already in too deep. He couldn’t just lose, damn it.
And really, thinking about it more, it’s not the customer service representatives he should be blaming – they’re just doing their job, maximizing storage space, inventory,whatever – oh no, the ones he should be blaming are his parents for giving him these shitty genes. Surely they could have considered situations like this before procreating? What ever happened to choosing the mate that would produce the best offspring?
Luckily, his suffering is over quickly, as the box of jumbo tissues (he liked to buy in bulk; so what?) was plucked from the shelf by nimble fingers, holding it out to him. Minjae looked up into the face of his (metaphorical) knight in shining armour and felt the air rush out of his chest in a soft oof.
The guy was ridiculously good looking. Like, incredibly ridiculously good looking. Like, just-stepped-out-of-a-photoshoot-for-GQ-Magazine good looking, and Minjae was definitely staring. He was absolutely, one hundred percent staring at the curve of his jaw, the bow of his lips – god those fucking lips what the fuck – the way his eyes twinkled in amusement and Minjae’s obvious helplessness.
He might have been staring a bit too hard, because it took him a second to register that the guy had spoken. He turned his eyes down towards his cart, the loops of fairy lights sitting curled at the bottom. He tried to think of a better response than, “This is the cheapest way to light an entire room using only one electrical socket” and, true to his literary genius, came up with a beautiful and eloquent response:
“Uh…. They’re, um. I like them.”
Shit. Searching desperately for a way to recover, his eyes landed on the other man’s cart, and he cocked an eyebrow instinctively.
“Pink slippers?”
With one look in his cart, Jackson realized he has no right to be judging the male. In fact, he was shocked that the other only chose the pink slippers to point out among the ridiculous amounts of usless junk. "Uh-" A hand rose the rub the back of his neck as his smile of amusement quickly changed to one of embarrassment.
Why was he embarrassed? He never got embarrassed. What was the point of getting embarrassed in front of strangers when he probably was never going to see them again? What if he wanted to see him again? Of course he didn't... But what if?
"They're my roommate's. It seems I drew the short straw and ended up picking up everything they could possibly need. But hey, if I didn't come you would still be hanging off that shelf tempting fate." A short and soft chuckle left the others lips as he shook his head. "That's dangerous you know...Next time just ask for help. We don't want you getting hurt." Wait. did he care if the other got hurt? No. Why would he. He didn't even know the guy so there was no way he cared. Nope. "I mean the store would get some pretty bad press if a customer was killed trying to grab tissues."
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Why did he have to go get groceries? Hyorin knew full well that he hated doing it. It was so boring and everyone in the stupid house seemed to throw him 5 extra things the grab just as he was walking out the door. Needless to say, he was more than sulking as he stalked up and down the row, lazily throwing things into the cart as he passed them.
Slippers (Make em’ pink) Three different kinds of white milk. (Joon’s curious) Oranges Toilet paper
Finally, he was down to his last item and the probably only normal thing on his list that reminded him more of a witches recipe for an anti-ageing potion. As he was studying two different kinds of paper, trying to decide whether comfort was more important than durability, he heard grunts that made him turn away. The sight put a small smile onto his stone-like features. Wordlessly, he stepped over to a rather cute blond boy trying desperately to grasp a box of tissues. He leaned over the boy and easily got the box, and handed down to him. “Why in the world do you need-” He eyes drifted to the shopping basket that rested on the male’s shoulders. “Is that 100ft of fairy lights?”
“I’m afraid that you’ve gone and upset me. You know what happens when someone upsets me.”
Obscure Disney Starters
Status: Accepting
Jackson sighed and rolled his eyes. He had only met the heiress a couple of times and yet, he already felt as though he had her completely figured out- a spoiled girl with absolutely no real life experience under belt. But, he worked for her step father for the time being which meant smiling and not trying to get fired on the fourth day of the job. “My apologies. I didn’t realize simply eating my lunch in your presence was upsetting. Perhaps I should just starve while on the job?”
Obscure Disney Starters
“You’re my very best friend.”
“We’ll always be friends forever, won’t we?”
“Darling, forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things.”
“I’ll let you go this one time.”
“Those days are over.”
“If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll get you for this!”
“Why are you so freakishly annoying?”
“You don’t know what it’s like to be rejected and treated like a criminal.”
“I promise, I will never try to be good again.”
“It’s “make your mamas proud” time!”
“I’m bad, and that’s good! I will never be good, and that’s not bad! There’s no one I’d rather be than me.”
“If you die outside of your own game, you don’t regenerate. EVER! Game over.”
“I don’t wanna be the bad guy anymore.”
“News flash: neither one of us is getting what we want!”
“I should thank you. But… it’d be more fun to kill you!”
“Look down there. Tell me what you see.”
“You win. Come on. I’ll take you home.”
“But remember this, Pigeon, a human heart has only so much room for love and affection.”
“Haven’t you a family?”
“Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.”
“I thought you were right behind me. Honest.”
“Just name your price, dear.”
“Come now, I’m being more than generous.”
“I’m not sleepy. I’m hungry.”
“Why, I wouldn’t stay here if you asked me to.”
“All this has happened before, and it will all happen again.”
“This time you’ve gone too far!”
“I came to listen to your stories.”
“We’ve so little time; we sail in the morning.”
“You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!”
“It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.”
“I was just wondering if you could help me find my way.”
“You may have noticed that I’m not all there myself.”
“Well, when one’s lost, I suppose it’s good advice to stay where you are, until someone finds you.”
“If I listened earlier, I wouldn’t be here.”
“What do you know about this unfortunate affair?”
“All ways here are my ways!”
“In my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.”
“What’s the matter my dear, don’t you care for tea?”
“Ahoy, and other nautical expressions!”
“It’s not *entirely* hopeless.”
“You look as if you’re in some kind of trouble.”
“You’re a cheap fraud and impostor!”
“Now, you will remember to smile for the camera, won’t you?”
“I’m afraid that you’ve gone and upset me. You know what happens when someone upsets me.”
“You should have chosen your friends more carefully.”
“Isn’t it clear to you? The superior mind has triumphed! I’ve won!”
“I was just wonderin’, are we good guys or bad guys?”
“I knew it! I knew this would happen! I tried to warn you, but no, no, no, you wouldn’t listen. You just had to.”
“You don’t just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, “Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?” No, it just isn’t done that way.”
“Why, someday, you’ll be called a great hero.”
“Wait a minute. There’s a law against robbing royalty. I’ll catch you later.”
“Of course you’ve been robbed!”
“Surely he must know how much I really love him.”
“Ah, stop worrying. This disguise will fool my own mother.”
“I was hiding under your porch because I love you. Can I come in?”
“That might sound boring, but I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most.”
“I don’t want your help, I want you safe.”
“Won’t you please be my prisoner, please, please, please!”
“Why do I not have the surprised feeling?”
“Your mother can’t be with you anymore.”
“Don’t look back! Keep running! Keep running!”
“I have to do this and we are running out of time!”
“The ONLY way to get what you want in this world is through hard work.”
“You do not know how to have FUN. There. Somebody had to say it.”
“All my years. No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”
“You know, if you are going to let every little thing bother you, it is going to be a very long night!”
“So, we got ourselves a deal?”
“This is just a minor setback in a major operation!”
“I can’t believe that I’m doing this.”
— buzzed: joon & jiyoung
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— Jiyoung doesn’t remember entering the club, but he’s not all that surprised to find himself there, dancing to music that’s just a little too loud, eyes half-lidded against the sweat threatening to drip down into them. The bass rings in his chest as he rolls his hips to the beat, arm slung casually over the bare shoulder of the guy he’s grinding up against. He’s sweating, enough that Jiyoung’s wrist slips every couple of seconds, forcing him to ground himself by threading his fingers through the guy’s hair.
He seems to like this because his body purrs with a low hum and next thing Jiyoung knows the guy’s leaning forward, mouthing at his jaw. Jiyoung sips at his hellishly green drink, ever so slightly bored. He only dropped the acid twenty minutes ago, so he reckons he’s got another ten before things start getting really fun.
He hears the commotion before he sees it; a loud crash has him turning his head over to the bar, eyes locking on the scene playing out before him. The bartender’s pissed, which isn’t really surprising, because he’s an older guy in a club full of sweaty twenty-something’s who just want to get laid. But the source of his anger seems to be coming from the guy leaning up on the bar, and Jiyoung swears he can see his smirk from here. The bartender’s gripping the glass he’d slammed down on the counter – the source of the loud noise – with white knuckles, face already turning red.
Jiyoung cocks an eyebrow, swallowing the last of his neon concoction and pushing away the guy who’s attached himself to Jiyoung’s neck with a light shove to the chest. The guy lets out a low whine, but doesn’t try to follow Jiyoung as he makes his way over to the bar, sliding in beside the smirking man, placing his empty glass onto the wood.
“Mind hooking me up with another?”
Joon couldn’t stand sitting at home, waiting for Hyorin to tell him it was okay to go out. She wasn’t the boss of him. Nor did he hold any ability to actually follow instructions which she had known. Perhaps passing along the information ‘stay here until I hear it’s safe’ made her feel as though she had at least tried and any trouble Joon had gotten himself in by not listening was his fault and his fault alone. All this aside, however, Joon wasn’t completely reckless. He wasn’t about to go around possessing people and watching them make a fool out of themselves quite yet.
The club he had managed to find himself in was less than ideal. It was easy to tell by the lazy decor, obscenely loud music and that currently, everyone besides himself was grinding against another that rather than trying to be a hotspot, this ‘club’ was hoping to make its money off horny adults. The fight, if you could call it that, had all started with a few comments to the bartender who, he had been informed later, was the owner of the club. He hadn’t meant any harm to begin with but seeing his reaction spurred him on. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be such a dud afterall.
“Yah, I’m not saying you don’t work hard. I’m just saying you have no talent in the night club buisness. Don’t put words into my mouth.” Joon was saying, a low teasing purr lacing his words. His eyes flicked to a foreign voice coming from beside him and he leaned down, pretending to whisper though he knew damn well the bartender could hear him. “I don’t know cutie. There’s a club about two blocks away that actually tries. The difference is astounding.”
First-Time Interaction starter sentences
“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.