this life

Eli Wilmoth. 29. Just another guy trying to live.

[olemissrp]

I feel like the human version of Pinterest sometimes.

[eliwilmoth]

What did you make this time? I’m all for taste testing, by the way. 

[eliwilmoth]

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Bailey: well let her know there is one and if she ever would like to see her send her over. Maybe you could go out and they can have a little play date

Eli: that's a great offer, but I'm not about to hand my kid off to a total stranger with a puppy lol. No offense or anything

[eliwilmoth]

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Bailey: oh it is? I didn't know that

Eli: yes m'am

Eli: i'm sure she'd love to have a puppy named after her honestly

[lukedesauveterre]

I found out that I’m going to be an uncle today. 

[eliwilmoth]

Congratulations, kid. Soon you’ll be wanting one of your own.

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Bailey: I made an impulse decision and bought a puppy

Bailey: her name is Gracie

Eli: are you telling me this because that's the name of my kid

[eliwilmoth]

task 002: home sweet home

↪Eli’s home in Downtown New Haven, which he shares with his daughter Gracie

[eliwilmoth]

Strange Encounters || Olivia&Eli

[eliwilmoth]

oliviawinston:

Olivia playfully rolled her eyes, “You know, as great as that sounds, I’d rather not take the risk of our uncles trying to kill each other. That’s some Hunger Games kinda shit right there. I’m the same way with politics, really. As long as we don’t get the second coming of Hitler, I really don’t care.” Olivia nodded, “I drive past your place like everyday! Maybe I’ll have to run over a nail or something so I can stop in for a visit. Yeah, I’m with the New Haven City Schools. It’s actually my first year teaching. I love it, but sometimes I feel like I’d just surrounded by kids and never get to talk to other adults, y’know?” Olivia copied him, moving forward with a cocked eyebrow, “Fried pickles are disgusting unless they’re drenched in ranch. I’ll try them here, but I don’t my opinion will be changed.” She gave her empty glass to the bartender and took a small sip of her new one.

Eli let out another light laugh and shrugged, “It was just an idea, there’s no reason to go through with it. We could always settle with getting them on the phone with one another and listening from another room. There you go. That could be bad. I’d like to see us become more like Canada since my med insurance is my biggest bill.” He smiled at her, “Oh you do? Same here. I wouldn’t mind the business. But-- I don’t know if I’d even charge you. I’m a bit of a sucker for girls who can eat. Really, it’s only your first year? That’s gotta be scary. Not that I don’t think you’re doing well; there has to be a reason you did it in the first place. I know what you mean, believe me. Do you come here a lot, then? I promise that’s not a cheesy pick up line, I’m just wondering.” He laughed a bit. “Well how else would you eat them?” He asked, taking one of the pickles and dipping it into the ranch before eating it with a smirk.

[eliwilmoth]

Strange Encounters || Olivia&Eli

[eliwilmoth]

oliviawinston:

Olivia smirked, “Sounds like they’d be two peas in a pod. You should see Uncle Kenny’s posts about Donald Trump. You know how when you’re a kid, you really want to be a superhero? Well he’s like that with Trumpy. Discussing politics at family dinners just really gets you going.” She sat up in her stool, crossing her legs whilst doing so, “What’s it called? Must be nice to make your own rules.” She stayed quiet as he ordered, then a smirk formed on her face when he ordered her another drink, “Looks like my wallet’s gonna stay fat then. Don’t you ever doubt my eating abilities. But– fried pickles, really?”

Eli nodded like he’d heard it all before, “Maybe we can set up a meetup and see if they’ll become best friends or kill each other. It’s one extreme or the other, the only way to find out is to test it. I can’t do politics, it’s too shady to me. Just as long as we’re all still alive, I don’t care who’s in office.” He got a little more comfortable in his chair, taking a sip from his new beer. “It’s called Local Auto, it’s maybe a block or two from the university here. It really is. I make my own hours, too. You said something about dealing with kids, right? Are you a teacher?” Eli let out a laugh, only to be silenced by her question. He leaned forward against the table like he was going to tell her a secret, “What do you mean ‘really’? Have you had their fried pickles here? Phenomenal.” He smirked at her, only to have the food set down in between them, along with her new drink.

[eliwilmoth]

Strange Encounters || Olivia&Eli

[eliwilmoth]

oliviawinston:

Olivia looked down at her lap for a moment, then smiled, “Uncle Kenny just likes to argue. And Granny never gives up during an argument so it always turns physical so she can win.” She spoke casually, as though it was a normal thing, “Do you own your own shop? The guys probably don’t see a point in it, since they’re just gonna get dirty again anyway.” She took a sip of her martini, then shook her head, “Did I say I want you to get up? No way. I’m not about to sit here like a lonely duck. Do you wanna like, get wings or something? I could eat like eight dozen right now.”

Eli looked at her with amusement, listening intently to her little story before letting out another laugh. “Uncle Kenny sounds like my Uncle Mike. Except he’ll turn everything into a conversation about the economy, then start his argument. I haven’t seen any of my elderly relatives go off on him just yet, though.” He chuckled again, running a hand through his hair. He nodded at her question, “Yeah, I do. I’ve had it for about...four years, I think. Probably, but I like giving them grief anyway. You get to do whatever you want when you own the place.” He shrugged a bit and laughed again. He smirked, then looked to the bartender when he brought his beer over, “Can we get a large order of wings and an order of fried pickles? And- Another drink for Olivia here. On me.” He smiled back to Olivia, “If you don’t eat the whole thing you have to pay me back. Deal?” He smirked, only kidding.

[eliwilmoth]

Strange Encounters || Olivia&Eli

[eliwilmoth]

oliviawinston:

Olivia licked her lips, something she did when she felt nervous. It’s not like she thought this guy was a serial killer, but something about his nature made her stomach turn in knots, “Don’t worry, Granny will kick your ass in a heartbeat. She’s only like, four feet tall, but she tries to fight my Uncle Kenny every year at the family reunion. It’s great until she needs an Advil.” She let out a soft laugh, extending her hand to shake his, “I’m Olivia, and I pride myself in not smelling like grease. It’s amazing what perfume can cover up.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, “So, are you one of those guys that goes up to every girl in the bar and makes her laugh, gets her number, and pulls a John Tucker? I’m not getting that vibe, but you never know. I love drama, especially John Tucker drama.”

Eli’s eyebrows rose. “Really now? And what did Uncle Kenny do to deserve that kinda treatment from her?” He gave her a friendly smile before finishing off his beer and nodding to the bartender, indicating he wanted another. He shook her hand before pulling his back and laying it in his lap. “Perfume’s the trick, is it? I might have to start covering my shop in it. Some of those guys don’t even try to wash it off, I don’t think.” He started laughing at her question and shook her head. “I’m all for getting your number, but you just looked familiar and I was a little bored. I can leave you alone, if you want, just say the word.” He said, sitting up a bit like he was getting ready to leave.”

[eliwilmoth]

Strange Encounters || Olivia&Eli

[eliwilmoth]

oliviawinston:

Olivia’s life was nothing but stress. When she wasn’t looking for new art project ideas on Pinterest, she was trying to read over stories written in chicken scratch. Although being a teacher was always her dream, she couldn’t help but feel like she was lost in the madness. It took away from her personal life, and sometimes Olivia just needed time to herself; time to unwind and be a normal twenty-one year old. While taking a sip of her Lemon Drop, she heard a voice directed at her. Setting down her martini glass, she looked at the man with a sweet smile, “I guess it’s taken now– but maybe I was waiting for my grandma to get her. She does love a good white Russian.” Something about him seemed familiar– like maybe she’d seen him around town. Regardless, she wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to talk to someone that wasn’t six years old. 

Eli’s smile turned into a bit of a smirk at her comment. He loved anyone who was willing to joke with him right off the bat. Of course, he was a friendly person anyway, but anyone who could catch his interest so quickly just got the better side of him. “Well if she does turn up, she’s free to kick my ass out of this seat. I don’t mess with any woman who can hold her liquor.” He sat down, then took another swig of his beer before setting it down on the table. “I’m Eli, by the way. It’s really nice to meet someone not covered in axle grease and smells like, it too.” He said, leaning over and extending his hand to her.

[eliwilmoth]

Strange Encounters || Olivia&Eli

It was sort of a tradition for him--going to the bar on Sundays. It gave him alone time, a chance to meet new people, and really just a break from his everyday life. He loved his daughter more than anything, but it was definitely nice to get out by himself every once in a while. He just wanted to meet new people--he wanted to have friends, maybe even a few dates. Just anything to mix things up out of his normal routine. Eli wasn’t a complicated guy; he liked the idea of settling down, and he liked the idea of fate--though he may never admit these things outloud, they were definitely thoughts that clouded his head. Eli was abotu half way through his third beer as he spun around in the bar chair, looking around. Sometimes he’d see guys from work, other days it was pretty quiet, but he liked just to see who he knew. A head of blonde hair caught his attention, however, and he smirked a bit. Standing up, he made his way over to the girl, speaking with a nice tone. “This seat taken? I’m gonna think you’re lying if you say no.”

[eliwilmoth]

oliviawinston:

Make her feel like it’s totally real. Invite some of your friends and family, make it a whole day about her. It’ll be something she’ll never forget. That’s all I’m gonna tell you, my services don’t come for free.

Why do you think I made such a public announcement? How much do you charge? I’m running out of ideas with how to entertain her and she’s gonna get on me about that soon, I can feel it.

[eliwilmoth]

oliviawinston:

As someone that spends everyday with twenty-five six year olds, I’ve been invited to many weddings and tea parties. Make sure to get your little one some fake flower petals so she can be the flower girl.

That’s a really good idea, actually. It’s not like she wasn’t already going to dress up like one, I might as well let her play the whole part. What else you got for me?

[eliwilmoth]

spritelylaci:

What’s the dress code? And are we allowed plus ones? 

You have to be in pink, doesn’t matter what the outfit is. As for plus ones, we have limited space, so you’ll have to take that up with the boss. If you bring a gift, though, I’m sure she’s willing to compromise.

[eliwilmoth]

alexandra-carson:

Exactly how many dolls does she have? No, I’m not serious. I think the Green Lantern is the best superhero of all time. Yes, I was kidding- but I really do think Batman is the greatest. He doesn’t need super strength to be a hero. It’s better than nothing, though.

I really couldn’t tell you. She has two toy chests and one is filled with dolls and the other is everything else, so. She plays favorites when it comes to inanimate objects. Really? I mean, I love Ryan Reynolds as much as the next guy, but Green Lantern- eh. Yeah, just a million dollars. Just as long as she’s happy, I’m fine. The day she gets sick of mac and cheese is the day I die.

[eliwilmoth]

alexandra-carson:

Well that’s good. Wouldn’t want Barbie to find out her boyfriend is cheating on her with other Barbies. Hope she has Batman- he’s the best. Baking is not that hard, really. I thought it was until I tried it, to be honest.  

Exactly, and lord knows Gracie’d actually notice if two were paired with the wrong person. Or doll. Whatever. Seriously? No, no, Captain America’s always been my hero. My specialties include mac and cheese and toaster waffles, so culinary skills are limited.