[teagan-li-deactivated20210927]

ephraimthethird​:

It was a Friday evening and Ephraim wasn’t used to being alone. He knew of course he could go out and find some company; cocktail-light or on the rocks were usually good to meet people. But Ephraim wasn’t particularly in the mood to go out. Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his contacts, looking for someone to hang out with. One name in particular caught his attention, he hand’t seen her in a while, the holiday period tended to be busy. 

He pressed her name and quickly typed out a message. Hey, it’s Ephraim. You up for hanging out tonight? Been a while. And pressed send.

( @teagan-li )

It wasn’t all that uncommon for Teagan to get late night texts from someone wanting to join her in bed, but it was a little early for a booty call so she was almost surprised to see Ephraim’s name on her phone. She smiled though and waited only a few minutes before sending him back a slightly racy photo and a couple of emojis. You’re more than welcome to come by, E. She sent back, patting her little dog on the belly as she got up from her bed to go and change into something a little sexier. If he was coming over for sex then she was damn sure gonna look good for it. Thankfully Ephraim was someone she could actually stand to be around for more than three minutes too, so she considered him something of a friend as well. Not that Teagan was all that good at friends.

[ephraimthethird]

Ephraim grinned at the message he received back from Teagan, taking a moment to appreciate the photo that came along with it. I’ll see you soon babe. He shot back easily, glad to have company for the night. It didn’t take him long then to get out the door and make his way to Teagan’s place. Despite his good job, Teagan’s place was in a far nicer neighborhood then his was. 

Stepping out of his car, he made his way up the path towards her front door. He knocked lightly, one hand on a bottle of wine he’d brought with him. He’d always been taught never to show up somewhere empty handed, even a booty call. He grinned when the door was finally opened. “Long time no see,” he said with a chuckle. 

[ephraimthethird]

It was a Friday evening and Ephraim wasn’t used to being alone. He knew of course he could go out and find some company; cocktail-light or on the rocks were usually good to meet people. But Ephraim wasn’t particularly in the mood to go out. Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his contacts, looking for someone to hang out with. One name in particular caught his attention, he hand’t seen her in a while, the holiday period tended to be busy. 

He pressed her name and quickly typed out a message. Hey, it’s Ephraim. You up for hanging out tonight? Been a while. And pressed send.

( @teagan-li )

[jamiereynolds]

EPHRAIM JAMES III.

Ephraim couldn’t help but chuckle at the young man’s words. “Oh, I doubt that buddy. So many people are annoying teenagers and never have anything happen to them,” he told him with a slight smile and shake of his head. “Definitely sucks that it was full though,” he mused, trying to catch the attention of one of the bar staff to clean it up. “There we go. Clumsiness is a killer of more glass then anything I bet,” Ephraim laughed. 

“I don’t know, buddy, I feel like the universe is now punishing me for terrorising my teachers at school. Maybe if I worked harder then I would still have a full glass of alcohol.” Dramatically, he wiped away an imaginary tear and then laughed. “Maybe I just need to find somebody to flirt with who will buy me another drink when I spill them.” He thanked the bartender as they came over to clean up the mess he left behind before sitting next to Ephraim, deciding to invite himself in the seat next to him. “Now you mention it, I’m pretty sure that I only have one mug left in my home considering how many I’ve broken. I have to drink both alcohol AND tea, all out of the same one.” He shook his head ruefully then sighed dramatically again.

[ephraimthethird]

Ephraim chuckled at the words. “Come on man, you can’t have been that bad at school, surely?” Ephraim mused, thinking over his own antics from high school and college. He’d never been too much of a troublemaker but he’d had his moments.  He sipped at his own drink then, chuckling a little. “One mug? What? How is that even possible dude? They’re like $10 for 6 at Pottery Barn. You should...invest,” Ephraim told him, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe someone old enough to drink in a bar, didn’t have more then one glass in their home. It was ridiculous to him. 

[bellaoliveira]

ephraimthethird​:

Ephraim had had a long week, well long for him at least. Cocktail-light had been his go-to bar since he’d moved to Somerton and after ordering a simple bourbon and coke, Ephraim sat down at the end of the bar. His eyes scanned the bar curiously, wondering if there was anyone in there that he knew. He was distracted however, when a clattering beside him caught his attention. A drink had been, accidentally he assumed, knocked to the ground and shattered and Ephraim grimaced a little. 

“You alright?” He asked to the person closest to him. “Didn’t get you did it?” he asked, before turning to the closest bartender and letting them know. “Someone’s a little clumsy, huh?” Ephraim chuckled, grinning at the other person. 

( @somertonstarter​ )

Bella had jumped away at the last possible second, curling like a scared cat. It had been her fault, and quite frankly, this was not unexpected or unheard of. While she thought of herself as an excellent multitasker, drinking and looking at her phone is something she has yet to master. Lips curled into a pout, she nodded. “Heartbroken, but still in one piece.” looking down at the shattered glass, she grinned self consciously. “Can’t say the same for my drink.”

[ephraimthethird]

Ephraim chuckled at her words, grinning at the woman’s words. Some people weren’t so lighthearted about things. “Well, we can’t have you broken hearted then,” he replied smoothly, shaking his head a little. “Let me buy you another one,” he offered as he caught the attention of one of the bar staff. They were quick to come out to clean up the spill and glass. “So,” Ephraim started, gaze turning back to the woman. “What were you drinking anyway?” he asked curiously. 

[sebastianbrant]

EPHRAIM JAMES​

“A round of water? For the bar?” Ephraim scoffed, trying to hide his laughter as he heard the words. “That might be the most…wet blanket, lame, kinda thing I’ve heard all year,” he chuckled, shaking his head at the other man. “Definitely too early in the night for that, man. Plus, this is a bar. Drinks spill. It’s…kind of an inevitability, you know?” 

—

“It’s still early in the year, that’s plenty of time to hear something worse.” He shrugged off the comment with a smile. “One water won’t hurt anyone.” And it could also prevent someone from having too much to drink. Either way, he wasn’t going to follow through with it. Ephraim was right, it was too early in the night. The spilled drink wasn’t because people were having too much to drink. “I do know, it’s not the first time I’ve seen it happen. It doesn’t happen here much but I’ve been called here when it hits the point of people throwing glasses at each other. But like I said, that doesn’t happen much.” 

[ephraimthethird]

“I suppose. But for now...well,” Ephraim chuckled, shaking his head a little. He nodded then at the Chief’s next words, even as he sipped his own drink. “You’re right. One water won’t hurt anyone. Good luck convincing people to drink it though,” he mused, glancing around the bar then. It was obvious that there was going to be some drunken revelry that night. An eyebrow raised then surprised by the next words. “For real? Damn. Didn’t think this place got rowdy like that,” Ephraim said with a bemused smile. 

[magsallen]

ephraimthethird​:

Ephraim let his eyes wander casually over the woman next to him, grinning a little at her words. “That’s definitely a good thing. Better glass on the ground then on you,” he said with a chuckle. “It wasn’t your drink though, was it? If so, let me buy you another,” he offered smoothly, giving her a charming smile. “I’m Ephraim,” he introduced himself, extending a hand out to her. 

“Maggie,” she offers, her smile shy as she takes his proffered hand and gives it a shake. “And it was not.” She’d yet to order hers before the whole kerfuffle had ensued. And normally, she’d leave things there – she’s a strong independent woman very capable of buying her own drinks.  But this is a night of breaking her norms and Ephraim’s smile is nice, so without much thought she impulsively says, “But you can still buy one.” A beat, her cheeks warming. “I mean, if you want, of course. No pressure.”

[ephraimthethird]

“Maggie. Cute name,” Ephraim mused, as he continued to smile at the woman. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her words, leaning casually against the bar as he looked at her. “I offered, there’s no pressure. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t up to buy,” he told her with a grin. “So, what’re you drinking?” he asked smoothly, giving her a wide charming smile. 

[magsallen]

ephraimthethird​:

Ephraim had had a long week, well long for him at least. Cocktail-light had been his go-to bar since he’d moved to Somerton and after ordering a simple bourbon and coke, Ephraim sat down at the end of the bar. His eyes scanned the bar curiously, wondering if there was anyone in there that he knew. He was distracted however, when a clattering beside him caught his attention. A drink had been, accidentally he assumed, knocked to the ground and shattered and Ephraim grimaced a little. 

“You alright?” He asked to the person closest to him. “Didn’t get you did it?” he asked, before turning to the closest bartender and letting them know. “Someone’s a little clumsy, huh?” Ephraim chuckled, grinning at the other person. 

( @somertonstarter​ )

—

It’s a rare occasion when Maggie finds herself at cocktail-light – the expensive drink menu and lack of karaoke machine being the real deal breakers for her. But a colleague from work had invited her out for some drinks, and since Maggie’s never been very good at saying no she’d found herself in the little black dress that usually lived in the back of her closet and fetching drinks from the bar for her group. She still thinks the drinks are overpriced, but she has to admit the atmosphere is kind of nice, if not a bit busy. 

The crash of glass takes her by surprise, and it’s with a matching grimace that she regards the man next to her. “I’m good,” she says, looking down at her feet just to double check. No glass. Good. Relieved, Maggie’s lips trade that grimace for a smile. “I’m just clad it wasn’t me,” she chuckles. Being born with the clumsy gene, she could definitely relate.

[ephraimthethird]

Ephraim let his eyes wander casually over the woman next to him, grinning a little at her words. “That’s definitely a good thing. Better glass on the ground then on you,” he said with a chuckle. “It wasn’t your drink though, was it? If so, let me buy you another,” he offered smoothly, giving her a charming smile. “I’m Ephraim,” he introduced himself, extending a hand out to her. 

[sebastianbrant]

EPHRAIM JAMES

Ephraim had had a long week, well long for him at least. Cocktail-light had been his go-to bar since he’d moved to Somerton and after ordering a simple bourbon and coke, Ephraim sat down at the end of the bar. His eyes scanned the bar curiously, wondering if there was anyone in there that he knew. He was distracted however, when a clattering beside him caught his attention. A drink had been, accidentally he assumed, knocked to the ground and shattered and Ephraim grimaced a little. 

“You alright?” He asked to the person closest to him. “Didn’t get you did it?” he asked, before turning to the closest bartender and letting them know. “Someone’s a little clumsy, huh?” Ephraim chuckled, grinning at the other person. 

( @somertonstarter​ )

There were weeks when Sebastian deeply regretted accepting the Chief of Police position. Helping handle the logistics of the snowstorm and the fallout from the damage afterward was exactly one of those times. Plenty of long days and even longer nights had dragged on in a blur of work that had him going constantly. But things were finally starting to slow down and shift back towards normalcy. That meant Seb could reasonably allow himself a break and go to Cocktail-light to grab a drink before a weekend of taking it easy. 

He was moving past the bar towards an empty seat when the drink was knocked off the bar. Stepping to the side to get out of the way he just barely missed having the contents of the entire cup splash on him. “Almost got me but it missed.” He grabbed a couple of napkins off the bar and dropped them ontop of the spill. “Maybe I should order a round of water for the bar or is it too early in the night?”

[ephraimthethird]

“A round of water? For the bar?” Ephraim scoffed, trying to hide his laughter as he heard the words. “That might be the most...wet blanket, lame, kinda thing I’ve heard all year,” he chuckled, shaking his head at the other man. “Definitely too early in the night for that, man. Plus, this is a bar. Drinks spill. It’s...kind of an inevitability, you know?” 

[jamiereynolds]

EPHRAIM JAMES III.

Ephraim had had a long week, well long for him at least. Cocktail-light had been his go-to bar since he’d moved to Somerton and after ordering a simple bourbon and coke, Ephraim sat down at the end of the bar. His eyes scanned the bar curiously, wondering if there was anyone in there that he knew. He was distracted however, when a clattering beside him caught his attention. A drink had been, accidentally he assumed, knocked to the ground and shattered and Ephraim grimaced a little. 

“You alright?” He asked to the person closest to him. “Didn’t get you did it?” he asked, before turning to the closest bartender and letting them know. “Someone’s a little clumsy, huh?” Ephraim chuckled, grinning at the other person. 

The bar was where James could be found every single weekend. Whether he was on his own or with a group of people, he was always here because he enjoyed being out and socialising. This week had been particularly stressful due to the chaos the snow had caused in both his work life and personal life. So he’d definitely had a couple more than he usually did and drinking made him ten times clumsier than he usually was, which was somehow the drink in his hand ended up on the floor, glass shattering across the floor. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” he grumbled as he looked up, hoping it hadn’t hurt anyone. “That was a full one as well. Is this karma for me being such an annoying teenager? It’s all catching up with me now.” He snorted as he wiped his slightly wet hand on his shirt, stepping out of the way so he wouldn’t step on the glass. “Me being clumsy is nothing new, let’s be real.” 

[ephraimthethird]

Ephraim couldn’t help but chuckle at the young man’s words. “Oh, I doubt that buddy. So many people are annoying teenagers and never have anything happen to them,” he told him with a slight smile and shake of his head. “Definitely sucks that it was full though,” he mused, trying to catch the attention of one of the bar staff to clean it up. “There we go. Clumsiness is a killer of more glass then anything I bet,” Ephraim laughed. 

[charlottexhendricks]

Maple Leaf Gardens had been a source of inspiration for Ephraim ever since he’d moved to Somerton permanently. The gardens were gorgeous and the Manor house itself was stunning too; Ephraim had always liked beautiful things. He had a camera out, taking a few quick snaps of certain details, ones he wanted to adapt into his current project. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t even notice the little brunette coming his way until she spoke. He turned slowly then, grinning a little at Charlotte. 

“Charlotte,” he greeted her. “I’m just doing some research. How’re you? And how many times do I have to tell you, Ephraim or EJ is fine? Hell, I’ll even answer to Junior,” Ephraim tells her with a slight chuckle, smirking at her sweetly. He’d never really been one for nicknames. 

Charlotte couldn’t help but to let out a foolish grin once Ephraim called out her name, though she tried to hide it by looking away from him for a second and letting out a chuckle. “For work? Are there some interesting architectural elements around the gardens?” She wondered, “Fine, fine, Ephraim, sorry.” She smirked, mirroring his amusement, “How you’ve been?” 

[ephraimthethird]

“Yeah. I don’t just research for fun,” Ephraim chuckled lightly, still grinning. He nodded then, at her question about architectural elements. “With the Manor house, there definitely are. But also, it can be good to take inspiration from a range of things - nature being one of them. You can’t always recreate things you see in nature on a grand scale but it can help, certainly,” Ephraim explained. He’d always been a big believer in pulling design inspiration from all sorts of sources; even if eventually you don’t end up using them. Nature especially had all interesting kinds of structures. 

“I’ve been good though. The start of the year has got me back doing classes,” Ephraim said with a smile and a shrug. 

[mrrckwood]

who @ephraimthethird & merrick when february 2021 where ej finds merrick luring a cat out of the garbage. xoxo.

living on a main road of a quaint town had its ups and downs, but for the most part, merrick loved it. what she didn’t love was the past few nights of howling coming from behind the gallery she lived above - a cat, surely, but none that she could identify. she’d never asked the landlord if pets were allowed - she had a goldfish, she wanted a dog, but she’d never really considered a cat. but the thing had kept her up half the night, and merrick was determined to get it back to it’s owner. or, at least make sure it was okay. 

she was on her knees in the alley, trying to call out for it - “hey, kitty kitty kitty,” she cooed, a slice of ham in her hands she was trying to lure it out with. “c’mere, kitty kitty kitty,” she continued, unaware someone had finally spotted her from the entrance by the street. “i just want to bring you home, man, come on. i have tuna upstairs if you’d like that better.”

[ephraimthethird]

Working out in a gym had never held the biggest appeal for Ephraim. Instead, he preferred running and he found, his neighborhood was a perfect place to go on his daily runs. It relaxed him and helped him clear his mind. He found that he worked better when he was able to run that day and that he was a happier person overall. He’d espouse the virtues of running and physical exercise whenever he got the chance. 

Running his usual route though, he didn’t usually hear someone calling for...a cat? He pulled one AirPod out of his ear, glancing around until he realised the voice was coming from the alley way. “Uh, you alright down there?” he called, frowning a little when he couldn’t quite see anyone. What he did see, however, was a cat - which was clearly what the person was looking for. “I think your cat’s up here dude,” he said, trying not to scare the cat or the owner. 

[stellagarcia]

ephraimthethird​:

Ephraim had had a long week, well long for him at least. Cocktail-light had been his go-to bar since he’d moved to Somerton and after ordering a simple bourbon and coke, Ephraim sat down at the end of the bar. His eyes scanned the bar curiously, wondering if there was anyone in there that he knew. He was distracted however, when a clattering beside him caught his attention. A drink had been, accidentally he assumed, knocked to the ground and shattered and Ephraim grimaced a little. 

“You alright?” He asked to the person closest to him. “Didn’t get you did it?” he asked, before turning to the closest bartender and letting them know. “Someone’s a little clumsy, huh?” Ephraim chuckled, grinning at the other person. 

( @somertonstarter​ )

Stella was - for lack of a better term - drunk. Normally she didn’t let herself get like this, especially in public, but there were times that the walls came crumbling down a little bit harder, nights she was a little bit more vulnerable. She tended to stick to On The Rocks, but she had less chance of running into someone she knew at Cocktail-Light. And she didn’t really want people to judge her. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, not really sure how the drink had ended up on the floor but knowing it was somehow her fault. She was clumsy at the best of times - a few drinks in, and she was definitely not going to pass any tests. “No, it didn’t get me - but I think I did it. Shit. Tell the bartender to give me a broom - I’ll sweep it up, they shouldn’t have to clean up after me.” 

[ephraimthethird]

Ephraim watched the woman with a little concern, it was clear she was far past tipsy and he felt bad for the woman. She clearly hadn’t meant to knock anything over. At her words though, he shook his head. “You don’t need to sweep it up. That’s literally part of their job. You’re fine,” Ephraim told her with the slightest of chuckles. “You okay though? Maybe you should sit down, save the rest of the glasses for another time,” he joked easily, giving her a smile. “My name’s Ephraim. You are?”

[ephraimthethird]

Ephraim had had a long week, well long for him at least. Cocktail-light had been his go-to bar since he’d moved to Somerton and after ordering a simple bourbon and coke, Ephraim sat down at the end of the bar. His eyes scanned the bar curiously, wondering if there was anyone in there that he knew. He was distracted however, when a clattering beside him caught his attention. A drink had been, accidentally he assumed, knocked to the ground and shattered and Ephraim grimaced a little. 

“You alright?” He asked to the person closest to him. “Didn’t get you did it?” he asked, before turning to the closest bartender and letting them know. “Someone’s a little clumsy, huh?” Ephraim chuckled, grinning at the other person. 

( @somertonstarter​ )

[charlottexhendricks]

@ephraimthethird​

Charlotte’s mood has gotten a bit lately over the last few days, as she began to accept the temporary wreckage of her family’s bookshop and tried to see it as a chance to innovate. She headed towards Maple Leaf Gardens, knowing that a little walk around nature made her creativity flow, and as she did, she noticed Ephraim. Gosh, he was so hot. She hated to admit how much she liked him, despite knowing it’s a bad idea to ever try something, considering how much of a flake he was. Still, her heart flustered. “Hey, Eph, what’s up?” She smiled at him.

[ephraimthethird]

Maple Leaf Gardens had been a source of inspiration for Ephraim ever since he’d moved to Somerton permanently. The gardens were gorgeous and the Manor house itself was stunning too; Ephraim had always liked beautiful things. He had a camera out, taking a few quick snaps of certain details, ones he wanted to adapt into his current project. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t even notice the little brunette coming his way until she spoke. He turned slowly then, grinning a little at Charlotte. 

“Charlotte,” he greeted her. “I’m just doing some research. How’re you? And how many times do I have to tell you, Ephraim or EJ is fine? Hell, I’ll even answer to Junior,” Ephraim tells her with a slight chuckle, smirking at her sweetly. He’d never really been one for nicknames. 

[ephraimthethird]

So, here is my second babe! My slutty little homeboy Ephraim James III. He’s fun and he’s sweet! A little charming and hard-headed. He didn’t grow up in Somerton but his family is from Somerton. He’s been in town three years. He’s an architect and an architecture design professor at Somerton U. Serious commitment-phobe, the man gets hives if he even thinks about settling down. Haha.

I would love some wanted connections for him: former flings, friends, people he doesn’t get along with, people he knows through his grandmother, etc. 

Come hit me up if you have any ideas or plots! He’s open for most things. His full bio is here. 

[sbrown82]