B I T T E N

Neil Kwon / 32 / local owner of jim & kim's bar

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Brought home the baddest of the bunch. We liked the name Miso.

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Balthazar: Is it to early to drink tequila?

Balthazar: Fuck it I'm doing it. It's 5'o clock somewhere, right? Like Paris? London? China?

Neil: You're not on the clock so have at it

Neil: Is something up??

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sheridcn:

“Oh god. Thanks for giving me two things to worry about now, kind of you.” He chuckled regardless, well aware that such encounters were low risk (right?) and appreciating Neil’s easygoing attitude. Now if he was alone out here – that would be a different story. “Oh. Right, makes sense. You’d have your head done in if you didn’t escape from that zoo every now and then.” Sheridan didn’t know how the man did it, listening to every second patron’s worries and troubles every night, and doing so without a scowl or complaint. “I mean, as long as the bears aren’t going to join us, sounds like it’d be nice.” Ainsley was immediately appeased by the Caprisun handed to her through her father, uttering a shy ‘thank you’ toward Neil much to Sheridan’s pride. He barked a laugh at the suggestion, not that the idea was far from a good one in his mind. “You know me too well. I’ll take a water, and whatever party goods you’ve got later.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve camped out here for five years now and never have come across either.” Bears had to be out there, but Neil wouldn’t leave out food or a blood rag to lure one in. Especially with consideration of his own child’s safety. “You don’t know the half of it, man.” Neil gave an honest shake of the head and dug out two bottles of water for them both to enjoy. “Then again, maybe you do. Your line of work must be just as demanding.” Perhaps less talk, but an equal amount of complaints. A requirement for one to care about other human beings for a solid hour or more. He smiled toward Ainsley after her polite gesture and handed his opened water bottle to Rett for him to share. “Do you get up to outdoor activities?” The guy had to. He at least appeared to be in great shape and few kept up a metabolism for one.

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 tachibanahazuki:

Hazuki gazed at the window - and whatever was happening on the other side of it - deep in thought. Someone was having a little bit too much fun outside, seemed like. “Hmm… Sometime after graduating from high school, I think? I need glasses for reading mostly, things get a bit blurry otherwise.” With that he turned his attention back to Neil. “Hey, you look cute~” He crossed his arms and frowned, trying to find some examples in his drunken mind. “Love is bullshit. Feelings in general are bullshit. But getting married is the biggest bullshit of all. Are you married? Don’t get married. It’s bullshit.” He nodded solemnly for emphasis. What isn’t bullshit? Well, now that was a good question. “Alcohol isn’t,” he said with a soft laugh. 

"High school. What a time.” Neil grumbled. “Everyone came outta that shit with a thousand issues. s’glad I never had to put up with it.” If not for Rett, he would have been just fine never stepping foot in a school house all his life. There was always a risk of being judged for his history which was why Neil only mentioned parts to those he could trust. No amount of liquor could loosen his lips that much. “Aww, that.. that really means something, comin’ from you.” While sober, cute was close to the last word Neil would appreciate being called, but in that brief second of vulnerability it put whatever faint self confidence issues at ease.

“For you, Hacchan. Never. I’ll never cross that line.” The oath was sealed there in the coffee shop, 2 am, with the bartend half laid down in the booth. “Bullshit.” He repeated followed by a flimsy fist pump to the air. Hazuki answered that riddle, brilliant. Kwon sat up again and snickered to himself, “Never let’s you down. ‘just don’t drink and drive, kids.”

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“Alright far enough.” Beau yelled as Atlas and Booker stood in the water. January was sitting next to him playing with her toys, every now and then he’d play with one of her toys with her. Beau wanted to get out of the house, needed to get out of there now. This was something where he could focus on nothing but his kids. Until he heard footsteps behind him.

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“Hey.” Neil announced himself rather than sneak up on the man and his family. Hands held a tripod. His adopted son Rett walked along the rocky shore alone, camera in hand, avoiding the kids and looking for a good picture spot. “Is it alright if we take some photos? We’ll be sure to keep you all out of ‘em. It’s more for the horizon and flora.”

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tachibanahazuki:

What could be possibly a better way to unload stress than getting drunk with your favorite drinking buddy? Neil was one of the very few people Hazuki didn’t have to feel awkward around, and a fun guy in general, so he really appreciated the time the two of them could spend together on just drinking and talking about whatever. Hanging out. Being pals. And possibly running away from problems.

Hazuki raised his eyebrows and laughed softly. “Of course not, why would I judge you? I have to wear glasses, too. Sometimes. When I work.” It wasn’t common knowledge, as the only ones who ever see him working are his cat and occasionally daughter. He pushed his hair away from his face just to have it fall down to the same position again after approximately two seconds. “Everything is bullshit anyway,” he mused, leaning against the back of the couch and then laughed again, if only to avoid ruining the mood. Hazuki truly was doing his best to keep everything relatively light-hearted, as there was enough angst in his daily life already.

Though it was dark out, the night seemed very young or perhaps that was just the sort of energy Hazuki radiated. Some would argue this, but for Neil the bay was best in the evenings. The town and neighbors showed their true form. At least the neighbors that left their homes did. For a rich area, most shop signs and street lamps glowed an eerie amber yellow and gave off a buzzing sound. There were distant sounds of alley cats, fenced dogs barking and occasionally glass being shattered far off. Imperfect at night, Maple Bay had attitude and many less traveled corners to explore.

“You got off lucky, Hacchan. When’d you first need lenses?” Neil grumbled, pointing his nose down he pulled his remaining contact lens out with a smooth sweep and brought his dark framed glasses closer. All done. He felt better after blinking a couple times to fully adjust. “What’s bullshit?” There was no avoiding it, Neil pressed the sudden issue. “More importantly, what isn’t bullshit?” He shared a carefree grin.

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daddyhgreen:

People liked to call Hunter glib on a good day and ultra-flirty on a bad. He didn’t mind. It was what he was and he was at peace with it. 

“Mmhmm. And with my work, hey, lots of stress,” he said with an impish grin. “Great view. Glad to get back out here before it gets too frosty, ya know?”

Hunter shrugged. “I dabble. More biking trailheads than anything. When I was way younger, I hiked the PCT from Mexico to Canada. It changed my life. So at the very least, I’d consider myself hearty. Too much of a city boy to be a crunchy hippie though,” he said with amusement. “How about yourself?”

“Fair enough. ‘can’t imagine what that sort of work takes.” He muttered while letting out a breath while he found a spot to sit comfortably. Hunter had a lot more ‘outdoors’ experience than most men Neil talked with in town. It was sort of sad how many found the idea of a camping trip revolting. There weren’t that many bugs. Nature was pleasant. Always there when one needed an escape. He chuckled, “If those are the metrics we’re following here, I’ll say I’m about in the middle somewhere with you too. My love’s just grown since moving to MB. Five years ago, if I remember right.”

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sheridcn:

Sheridan looked largely unconvinced. If anything, the bugs flying about his head and Ainsley’s incessant tugging on his hand whining about wanting a juice box was increasing his stress by the second. He’d never been the adventuring-camping-trekking sort, preferring city streets to grassy trails, but Neil had always seemed like a cool guy and Ainsley had insisted on going when she’d heard Everett was going. “Great for potentially attracting unwelcome guests, too,” Sheridan mused, glaring unhappily at the multitude of burs stuck to his jeans. “You seem really… comfortable here. How?”

Neil let out a faint chuckle toward Sheridan’s concern, “You mean bears or hobo serial killers?” There was no telling what the guy was actually suggesting. Often enough Sheridan took him by surprise. A quality the bartender appreciated, in most cases, so long as he didn’t have to clean up something afterward. Compared to lounging at the bar, Sheridan looked incredibly out of place and wasn’t trying to hide that fact. At the question, Neil took a breath and looked over his shoulder before turning back to say, “Out here alone without customers or people to worry over. It helps me refuel.. same for Rett, but uh... in his case he burns a lot of fuel.”

Adjusting his backpack he started walking back to their camp, “We uh... should come back out here with some chairs tonight. The stars are incredible.” Rett ran up behind Neil who removed the pack to set beside their fire pit. A Caprisun was removed from the cooler and passed off to Sheridan for Ainsley who couldn’t go unheard by a bartender. “And straight vodka for you?” Neil joked, though it was no secret some liquor managed to accompany them on the trip. He was partial to keeping a flask of whiskey on his person for warmth and relaxation.

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wingstromg:

Gentry grinned broadly and laughed when Neil yelled out Barnacles. It was actually really fucking adorable, and he wondered why he didn’t hang out with the guy more often. Adjusting his backpack a little, he took a deep breath and closed his hazel eyes as a gentle gust kicked up and ruffled through his hair.

“I had no idea how much I needed this. Thanks for suggesting it, man, you’re my savior right now” he said, opening his eyes and appreciating the open, quiet space. Here, he’d be away from everything, but not alone with his thoughts, and that was definitely what he needed. “Nothing like a bit of fresh air, right? Heh. You come here often?”

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“No trouble at all. I had a feeling you’d be into it; active as you are.” Neil snickered, taking a step closer to Gentry. “Weather is perfect this time of year.” Between the sunshine and wind, only the waterfall spot the locals frequented for a swim tended to run on the colder side. Journeying the outdoors was always a relief for Neil, he often thought the hobby would come off as strange or old fashioned to others but Gentry’s response reassured him. “This spot’s a bit too popular for my tastes. ‘consider me a campsite hipster--if such a thing exists.” Mat would have judged him so hard for that.

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wingstromg:

Gentry had seen Neil at Jim and Kim’s and he knew the man ran the joint, but he never really got a chance to hang out with him much… or at all, to be honest. So it was a nice surprise to hear from him. Gentry leaned against the wall near the entrance, thumbing through his phone until he saw the familiar face stroll up.

“I used to work as a pizza delivery boy when I was in high school,” Gentry mused, looking up at the neon sign. It was a stark contrast to the night sky, but a welcome sight nonetheless. It smelled delicious, even out here. “Get whatever you want, I’m paying. How’ve you been, man?”

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"You’ve been working that long?” Neil grinned after approaching Gentry. The hole in the wall was just as he left it. Always a good sign. They were fewer families caught on this block than the other pizza joint in town. A fact that Neil could appreciate. “Thanks.” He wouldn’t argue such an offer. Especially after the night he’d just had. “Busy, and you?”

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@tachibanahazuki

There was no drinking partner in town quite like Hacchan. Well, perhaps Robert and Mary, but they remained clients first. Neil wouldn’t be any good to those two if he couldn’t pour. Nights like these were few and far between, as was best, but also terribly relaxing. Neil was still quite young and lacked the natural fatherhood chemicals. Though he counted as a dad these days, cutting loose was still important--but most expected more with that. Things Neil couldn’t give.

So. Drinks. No strings attached. That was his idea of an after hours party. Drinking, locking up, they found themselves at The Coffee Spoon cracking jokes (at least they were funny to them) and telling stories. Whichever they felt comfortable to share. “My contacts are drying out like a mutha fucka. ... Will you judge me for putting on my glasses? Don’t.”

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{ Dadbook| Open Message }

Neil: I'm down. Eating pizza and midnight wandering are hobbies of mine. 'specially Pete's.

WingstrOMG: Sweet! I'm about a block away. Meet me there?

Neil: Sounds like a plan. See ya

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{ Dadbook| Open Message }

WingstrOMG: So, I realize it's kind of late, and I just got out of a movie, but I'm not ready to go home yet.

WingstrOMG: Anyone wanna come get a beer and a slice at Pete's Piece a' Pizza?

WingstrOMG: It's a tiny hole in the wall joint. Thinking of just taking a walk after. It's a nice night out.

Neil: I'm down. Eating pizza and midnight wandering are hobbies of mine. 'specially Pete's.

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algernon-riggs:

“Not at all,” Riggs assured the man. Frankly the thought of spending the day cooped up in his office with half-failing students or grading messily completed exams exhausted him. The banes of teaching at a university, certainly, and aspects that Riggs was very well used to by now. There were only weeks where office hours really tried his patience. This week so happened to be one of them.

“Perhaps we could make this little arrangement something more frequent—if you two find it helps with Rett’s learning, of course.” The offer would be just as beneficial for the professor as it would his young pupil. Or so he hoped. There was little else that gnawed at Riggs distress like the possibility of failing a student. “Next time I’ll have to see if the girls would like to take a tour, too,” he continued. “They would get a thrill out of following along with disposable cameras of their own.” His mind continued and he thought of the memory books he could craft with the twins. Maybe this would ease them away from the sudden fixation in sparkly slime.

Neil was admittedly still confused, but he also wasn’t accustomed to receiving help. Somehow they’d ended up in that position without Kwon having to really ask. Riggs sort of took lead, full of good ideas; how could Neil say no? Pride, for a change, didn’t get involved. Despite a small slip up from last year that very well could. Riggs was... cool.

“Why not...?” Neil muttered, stumped even now, but sensitive to Rett’s opinion. The answer was a definite yes. If Everett’s response could be this every time. Neil needed something to open him up--in town--not only at home or in the wilds. On his terms. “I don’t get to see your girls much,” He admitted, considering what work he did and the hours involved. “that would be fun--and hilarious. We’d be down to show ‘em the basics, and uh... if you ever want to volunteer or leave town to hang outdoors for a weekend that’s a regular for us. Nature’s the best teacher. ... Besides you, maybe.“

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Dadbook message ✉ open

Hazuki: oh. that would be really bad

Hazuki: so far it's just two or three cigarettes disappearing from my already opened pack

Hazuki: which also isn't cool. taking something without asking first is never cool

Neil: have to agree man! Starts with cigarettes and then.. it could get ugly

Neil: it could be innocent on her part but if you're thinking about this a lot why not mention it? Doesn't have to be dramatic.

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daddyhgreen:

Hunter quirked his brow and tilted his head. His boys had begged off of this particular camping trip. Something about the late night cold temperatures. And so he’d let them prove themselves as responsible or as kick ass party throwers. In either ase…

“Well, that I knew. But that’s definitely not what I usually shout in the woods. Usually it’s other noises,” Hunter said with amusement. 

“Coffee is almost ready, fearless leader,” he said, eyes sparkling. 

Neil was taken by surprise and tilt his head gently before shrugging off his backpack. Hunter had a tendency to be rather indelicate about things, this was no surprise “Well that would count as another form of stress relief.” He digressed, smirking once the announcement was made. “Sweet.” Retrieving their stainless steel mugs, Kwon set them on the stale coals looped around the fire pit. “Fancy yourself an outdoorsman, Green?”