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@eviehvrtley
@eviehvrtley
*puts on cool socks* Ok ready to go
She treats you the way she wishes someone would treat her. So please donât be annoyed if she keeps asking if youâre alright. Itâs just because no one ever asked her.
(via codeinescup)
-â CHRISTOPHER HARBOURS.
It honestly wasnât a new thing for Christopher to be disturbed on his break at work. Usually a coworker saying they needed him back on for a minute, or maybe a customer asking for napkins. But help on a crossword puzzle was definitely a new one. And not one Chris was really equipped to help with. When she finally admitted that was what she needed help with he couldnât help but let out a short chuckle, followed by sucking in a breath as he tried to scrape the corners of his mind for the answer. â I think you mightâa asked the wrong guy, â he admitted, but leaning over a little anyways, ready to help. Or try to at least. â What are the letters youâve got already? â he asked, as if that would get him any closer to whatever Pandoraâs domain was. Then she brought up another method of repaying him and he had to chuckle lightly again and shake his head. â Sâall good, we donât even know if Iâm gonna be any help yet. â Plus, heâd probably have to make the coffee she wanted to gift him.Â
        When the very tall male leaned in she smiled sheepishly, only then recognizing him as the barista. Evie silently hoped that he wasnât trying to work and she was disturbing him, she wasnât intending to cause any trouble or make the male feel obligated in any way. Being stuck when the answer seemed right on the tip of her tongue, when she was so close she could taste completion and victory --- âI have âinâ here,â she gestured with her pencil (she was not confident enough to attempt the crossword with a pen) as she pushed the paper to an angle for him to get a better view, âand rad here.â Her soft chestnut hues peered up at him, now feeling stupider than ever for offering to buy him a coffee when he worked at the establishment. âIâve wracked my brain for anything Pandora related and nothing adds up to those possibilities.â Evie went as far as showing him her scratch paper where sheâd run through a few ideas and options. âYeah, I know, but I think I still owe you for interrupting your time like this. Especially if youâre on break. Do you like Happy Meals?â They were a guilty pleasure of hers and there was a Micke Dâs not far away, naturally.
WHO: Open. WHEN: Friday, November 1st. WHERE: Coffee shop, cafe, diner, any similar type of establishment. TAGGING: @newportstartersâ
        âOkay, Iâm not proud to admit this,â Evie stated to her neighbor, interrupting the silence, âBut I need some help.â She had been working on a crossword puzzle and was stumped, there were only four words left and she knew she had one of the four hints absolutely correct. The problem was that it didnât fit with what was available. âIâll buy you dinner, wine, whatever you want really if you can get this right for me.â It was too embarrassing for her to even mention just how long she had been working on the puzzle --- she had the mind of an engineer and programmer, not language. Her frustration alone was great enough to deem the large prize worthy if it were to be settled. âThe clue is Pandoraâs domain and the answer is thirteen letters.â The answer seemed as though it should have been relatively easy, Evie was drawing a blank regardless. âYou know what, Iâll buy you a coffee just for putting up with my interruption of whatever you were doing.â How boring was she? The crossword on a Friday afternoon?
-â CONNIE ROUX.
@newportstartersâ
Halloween was something of a big deal to Connie â she had religiously worked in costume in the week leading up to the frightful evening since her shop first opened, and this year was no different. Stood with a lean in the centre of the walkway outside Monkey & Buddha, Connieâs lithe frame was scantily clad as her own take on Chucky, faux scars and flowing red wig taking away from the fact that a smaller percentage of skin than anticipated was actually covered. She peered up at the freshly hung holiday banner just above the studioâs logo, admiring her colleagueâs handy work for a few moments before returning to her self-assigned role of handing out candy to those passing by. Not only was it good advertisement, but watching adult faces light up as they rummaged for their favourite chocolate bar was rather amusing. Connie shook the bowl and held it away from herself, catching the eyes of her next victim, âYouâll wanna be quick, I think Iâve kind of, like, single-handedly eaten âlmost all of the Snickers.âÂ
        As Evie strolled by, she slowed to take in the costume of the woman with the candy bowl. She liked that she was giving out treats to those walking by because the âholidayâ wasnât much of anything for adults anymore. Not like when they were kids and the excitement was then to get out in the neighborhood and trick-or-treat, now --- it was just costume parties and booze. Not that Evie had been all too shy with the alcohol in the last ten months. âUsually the ones I prefer are always gone first,â she replied with a half smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. Evie had given in, peering into the bowl to see the assortment of chocolates. âNo one ever buys Baby Ruthâs and everyone loves those Reeseâs.â Her hand never dipped in to take a piece of what the woman was offering, instead she took a step back to look over the costume once more. âI love the detail of your costume but I canât place what you are. Interested in giving me a hint?â Despite the dullness internally, Evieâs tone had turned light. âAre you having a party here?â The tattoo parlor looked decorated and she wondered if that was the reason she was standing out with the candy, hoping to pull people into their festivities.
-â NOAH DE SANTOS.
â @newportstartersâ
Looking down, exasperated at his phone as he shoved the thing in his pocket, without moving his hand to do anything so much as a response. âI justââ he shook his head, pinching he bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, pulling his hand down in frustration, âif I get one more picture of a girl in a halloween costume seeking my approvalââ he paused again, this time shaking his head, âIâm just going to have to jump off a bridge or something. I justâ i canât take it anymore. I donât care. Wear what you want. I donât know how many times I have to tell people that.âÂ
        Sitting back and listening to the male vent his frustrations, she partly sympathized with him and the other part of her felt sad for the girls. Evie had been there before in her life, seeking validation and wanting to be attractive to someone. She wasnât going to say anything of that to him though, instead only finding herself able to offer a shrug. The feeling was more so that these women wanted a compliment from a man they deemed important enough to boost their ego a little bit. After pulling her phone from her pocket, she pulled up a picture that she had scrolled past earlier and had a small laugh over. âThis is my biggest concern right now,â she told him as she slid her device over to him. On the screen the words were a screenshot from a tweet that someone had posted on Instagram --- I donât know who needs to hear this, but having big tits isnât a halloween costume.
-â MASON HARTLEY.
for â @eviehvrtleyâ location: balboa bar time: friday, 10pmÂ
These days, Mason left his home in Crystal Cove for three things: coffee, women, and alcohol â although with his well-stocked bar, his Nespresso machine and the dating app renaissance, there was really no need for him to suffer through traffic to get his necessities. But even still, his minibar couldnât replicate the atmosphere of a physical storefront (and really, he had started to miss real human contact), so he set out for a night out on the town, feeling a bit more cheerful than he had been for the past couple of weeks.Â
Although, really, he had no right to be cheerful, even if it had been more than nine months since he was discovered; eighteen, if you counted since it started. It was his mistake that he had to own up to â yet there was no one there to plead with, to beg to stay. A single text, and then radio silence, and heâd been afraid to reach out. It was silly to be afraid of the inevitable, but there was a part of him that thought if he ignored it, things would go back to the way they were after a while. Heâd return to the house and sheâd be there, sitting by the kitchen island with her phone in one hand and a spoon in the other, dipping into a pint of ice cream.Â
But Mason pushed the picture of her out of his mind, shifting his focus on the bar patrons. Of course, it being a Friday night, there were plenty of them roaming around, all done up and dressed up in their best adornments. As he headed towards the bar area, he zeroed in on the perfect distraction: a young blonde, probably one of those influencer types, imported straight from the midwest to chase her Californian dreams. Right as he passed by her, he immediately flashed a smile, brushing just the slightest bit against her shoulder â then, she buried herself into her group of friends, wide-eyed and giggling.
But his pleasure had been short-lived. All of a sudden, right as he turned, his stomach dropped â because after all this time, she was the only one he could pick out of a crowd in a heartbeat, was she not? It was only the tail end of her hair, the nape of her neck, but he could recognize her anywhere. Before he could stop himself, he pushed past a crowd of college bros and followed her through the crowd. âEvie?â Out of breath and in disbelief, he reached for her shoulder, grabbing onto it so she couldnât move any further.
        Since Evie had caught onto her husband having an affair, sheâd been going out once in a while after sheâd moved back to Newport. It was a place she hadnât been since she left all those years ago for Berkeley, and thankfully, her hometown had been fairly good to her. Of course no one really knew the inner turmoil she was dealing with, the broken heart she was nursing with the liquor sheâd consume at these bars. But Evie had preferred it that way, if no one asked questions or gave her pitiful looks then she didnât have to talk about it. The amount of times her memory punished her with what she had seen had been torture enough, and that wasnât including all the possible scenarios that ran through her head.
        The only people that actually knew her state were her family; they all felt bad and they all pitied her. With her sisterâs only words about it being something along the lines of I told you so. For months Evie had wallowed and sank into depression --- if it hadnât been for her job she might not have even pulled herself out of bed. She imagined that he was likely running around the city with her, hand in hand, blissful smiles upon their face completely uncaring to the amount of damage they had done. That was something Evie had hated about the affair and her broken heart --- how badly it had wounded her. But she really loved him though and she supposed that was the difference. The wedding band she had stuffed into a drawer had only become a reminder of what a fool she was.Â
        Unlike her husband, she hadnât been seeing anyone. Not even a one night stand since she had left, and it wasnât because she cared one iota over hurting him. No, it was because Evie didnât want to risk any chance of getting close to someone and the only reason she came out was to drink and dance, to force her mind to shut off. There was still something hanging over her and that was the fact that she had to file for divorce, sheâd spent so much time getting her ducks lined in a row and now Evie needed to execute. Tonight though, she had been meeting with her boss at the security company and a new client that wanted to meet her and thank her personally for her research. The exchange lasted all of twenty minutes before she was off, looking to put a fresh drink in her hand.
        Being so small and likely looking like prey with how dead in the eyes she likely appeared, it wasnât uncommon for a man to hand her. So Evie spun at the grasp on her shoulder as the all too familiar and painful voice rasped into her ear. Shock and horror expressed with her eyes wide and mouth agape --- yanking her own shoulder back and away from a touch that made her sick to her stomach. Newport was supposed to be the last place he would ever go. âMason,â she shot back, her voice soaked with disdain. âWhatâre you doing here?â Evie took a step back, she couldnât stand how close his presence was, which caused such a weird twist in her gut. Before January, Mason was comfort and solace, he was love, and now --- she felt nauseated.
I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.
Franz Kafka, The MetamorphosisÂ
I drank Vodka last night, and it burnt my throat and set my chest on fire but then I remembered the first time I saw you with her and compared to that drinking Vodka felt like sipping on lukewarm milk with honey in it.
Alcohol is a better lover than you ever wereÂ