“ hey man. “ will sinks lower into the couch– partially from exhaustion and partially because … of laziness. still digging for a reason to get up and do something productive with his day. that reason, hopefully, being jack and potential plans he could join. if his friend was up to it … “ what’s new ? “ phone pressed to his ear. the temptation of just staying here until his day off is over. mm. “ long time, no see. let’s change that ? what are you up to day ? “ @f1cklehrt
last night had been rough and to top it off he'd failed to get a good nights sleep. his free hand rest on his face, fingers rubbing the sleep from his eyes as the other held his phone to his ear. " hey. nothing much, i was going to go on a hot date but turns out i have to have a hot date to do that. " jack leaned back against the counter, coffee brewing to his right. he had no plans, none what so ever but he knew if he didn't do something then he'd be restless. " i might go to the gym but i don't want to. why? what are you doing? want to grab lunch or something? "
“ you’ve got to be kidding me ! “ seren stops her step abruptly to glance down herself. the color of red wine starting to soak through her top, creeping down towards the fabric of her skirt. great. just … great. narrowed eyes find her opposite– something between anger and … frustration ? she was supposed to be at work right after dinner. “ seriously ?! “ she hisses, voice agitated.
jack threw his hands up in the air when their eyes met, his own wide. " it wasn't me, i swear. it was that guy. " a finger still in the air pointed in the direction of the man now exiting the bar. " it probably wasn't the best idea to come in here at peak time either though, it's that time of year you know, if people aren't drunk then they're on their way to being that way. " he shrugged. " You can borrow my shirt if you want? it might be a little big. "
jake was a creature of habit and ever since he’d got his job at the bakery he’d kept the same hours, with the same lunch breaks for good reason. when the time came he’d slip out a couple pastries made by himself, both of which he’d set aside earlier so nobody could claim he was stealing, then he’d pay for one coffee and take two before he headed out, got into his car and drove to the school to see his friend. he’d always been selective when it came to his inner circle, never quite knowing who to let get too close or whom to trust, but it had been easy with danny. their friendship had been casual, no more than two people exchanging short talk and coffee on the odd occasion up until danny had had his accident.
he’d never been the type to just stand back and his immediate reaction had been to check in on danny. at first he’d stopped by offering him snacks that were far better than any hospital food he’d be given, then he’d stay and talk and over time the two of them grew close which led them to this. His usual plan meant grabbing food and finding danny - frankly there was nothing else he’d rather be doing either.
“ knock knock, ” jack tapped his knuckles against the door frame as he lent against it before stepping inside. “ i bring pastries and coffee as usual, i had an older lady glare at me i think she thought i was stealing, that or she just really loves my pastries. ” he winked at his friend as he came to perch himself on the end of the desk. “ have the kids given you a headache yet? I know i’ve got one. ”
molotov pub was always busy on a friday night and while he would have liked to have been on the other side of the bar, javon was stuck behind it serving growing numbers of customers whom were getting drunker as the night went on. but even if he was working there was no reason he couldn't have a little fun himself and he'd on two occasions managed to slip himself a shot when his back was turned away from the rest of the staff. the smell of vodka of was easily masked by the rest of the pub.
his fingers tapped against the surface as he turned his head to look to his newest customer. he narrowed his eyes, but no, he couldn't tell if they'd been drinking previously or if they'd just arrived. " tell you what, if you buy me a shot i'll give you two for free. that's not a bad deal, huh? just don't tell my boss. "
he’s rubbing his temples again. it’s a better habit that chewing his nails, isn’t it ? he tries to soothe himself with that, tries not to go back to the itch in his fingernails as he craves to think about anything … truly, whatever– anything but the case he’s been asked to join. it wouldn’t be as bad if it didn’t require him to make the trip to eugene soon, wouldn’t be so bad if– … crap. that place carried so many unwanted memories, the type of memories he thought he’s long forgotten but … the distraction follows. a rock to his ankle that has him making a face of discomfort. ugh. “ man, watch where ya kick your rocks. not tryna break my ankle over here. “ he drops his hands, trying to regain some sort of politeness. trying to get a grip on his frustration. “ sorry, man. that was harsh. “
maybe he’d underestimated how hard he’d kicked that rock, he’d been getting a little carried away - kicking each one with a little more umph behind it. jack shrugged his shoulders in response. “ no, i think harsh is fine when i just hit you with a rock. ” he manages a smile and glances over his shoulder to the trail behind him. neither of them look particularly pleased to be out there but that’s just him making assumptions based on his own misery. jack made a mental note to ensure next time he thought it through before he decided to wake up and take that hike that had been recommended to him. “ do you uh - know where you’re going? I’ve seen this tree three times and if i see it a fourth time i will be convinced i am stuck in the blair witch movie. ” if the answer was yes then he was going to tag along behind the other man whether he liked it or not. he’d keep his distance, probably. he had the tendency to be a little annoying when he’d had a drink. “ i thought fresh air was supposed to be good for the mind. ”
! * , (danny ramirez, thirty - three, cis male, he / him) ! * , hey, did you see JAVON YATES unloading their boxes from the moving truck? i heard they are THIRTY - THREE years old and work as a BARTENDER at MOLOTOV PUB . they totally remind me of ALL THE SMALL THINGS by BLINK 182, BEING THE CENTER OF ATTENTION and BLACK COFFEE. they’ll probably hang out at HISSY FIT PIT ON WILMA LANE the most if you were looking for them.
tw : parental death, sibling death.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. pansexual
JOB. bartender at molotov pub.
HOBBIES. racing, boxing, video games.
TRAITS. playful, cheeky, argumentative, jealous.
javon grew up a typical rich kid. raised with both parents and four other siblings. being the youngest from an early age he proved to be the most difficult of the five. he went out of his way to annoy his siblings and cause arguments within his family. this didn't improve when he got older and as a teenager if he wasn't fighting with his parents of siblings then he was out hanging out with the wrong crowds causing trouble. he thought he was better than most because he had more money, a bigger house and better lifestyle and while he was difficult he received very little discipline for his actions.
but things changed dramatically for javon at the age of thirty. he was the only one in his family to opt out of their skiing trip that year and for better and for worse it had proved to be the right decision. claiming his work high stakes job was too important he stayed back at penthouse apartment whilst his family left together and never returned. their deaths left javon empty and the regret he felt for treating them the way he had nearly ate him alive. everything changed that day. he changed that day.
after their funerals and the rest of the arrangements were made, javon sold his apartment and took only what he could fit into a backpack with him when he moved to wilma lane. while he continues to sit on a fortune left behind by his parents, javon hasn't touched it. he found himself a job as a bartender which took a lot of adapting and he had to learn how to do the most basic of things to survive by himself.
javon now is far more grounded than he used to be but he's still learning to navigate the world without the safety net he once had. he has so far refused to touch the money left to him out of guilt.
“ go on a hike, they said, it’ll be fun… ” jack mumbled under his breath as he readjusted the straps on his shoulders and took a few steps up the trail, kicking a few loose small rocks to the side before he had chance to step on them and curse them out. it had taken him approximately twenty minutes to find himself lost, going round in circles not once but twice before he lost all sense of direction. maybe packing whiskey alongside that bottle of water hadn’t been a good idea, but he was notoriously good at making bad decisions. “ how is that shit good for anybody? ” mumbling again under his breath he kicked another rock as he stared at the ground, only stopping when he heard a faint ‘ ouch ’ in the direction he’d kicked it. “ sorry! ”
✦ ・the shop was quiet. that's how celeste liked it, content and in silence. her focus peaked in times like, able to put up stock and organize it how she preferred. her employees were taught such a system, too — a method created solely by cel. when the door's bell rang, she halted in her step and turned to face the visitor. “ welcome in ! ” a smile was given, kind and honest, as she welcomed them in. “ how can i help you ? ”
“ oh I wasn’t expecting such a welcome. ” jack would have preferred to walk into the book store unseen but it was too late that for that - now he resembled a deer caught in headlights as he stood there wide - eyed looking at the owner. “ i was looking for a new book. Is this a good place? ” it was a bad joke made with his own poor sense of humor, but he cracked a smile at the end of it to prove he was only messing around. “ can you point me towards the horror section? ”
! * , (oliver jackson - cohen, thirty - five, cis male, he / him) ! * , hey, did you see JACK LOCKWOOD unloading their boxes from the moving truck? i heard they are THIRTY FIVE years old and work as a BAKER at 1924 BAKERY. they totally remind me of BABY SAID by MANESKIN, CIGARETTE BUTTS and WORN OUT SNEAKERS. they’ll probably hang out at FULL MOON BOOK SHOP the most if you were looking for them.
TRAITS. stubborn, creative, determined, rough around the edges, kind - hearted & addictive personality.
jack moved to wilma to escape his past. if he's asked he won't talk about it, he'd rather leave it behind and start a fresh. but it's clear his past has left it's scars and with that comes trauma. after taking to isolating himself for many years, jack has finally started to begin again now that he's found himself somewhere he can call home. he moved to wilma not knowing a soul and for some time he struggled to find his way.
he found a love for baking when his an ex - girlfriend introduced him to it and despite their relationship turning sour he continued to teach himself - this eventually landed him a job at the bakery. he brought himself an old vintage drum kit and started to learn in his garage to pass the time. his artistic flare became an outlet evey time his fingers wanted to reach for the bottle.
that's not to say he doesn't slip up every now and then. occasionally he spirals and still fights the demons of his past but slowly he's started to develop better habits for himself. wilma has become his home and he intends to continue growing his life there.
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