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Gregory Porter. 21. Human. Surviving. Called Greg Trashking, the Hopeless, Father of Mistakes.

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan nodded her head. "God, I hope not. The good stuff is the only thing keeping me at the bar tonight. That and the shake, whatever the hell that just was." She could feel how fast Greg was moving. Clearly, the threat was working.

She grabbed the nearest stool and sat on her knees so she could keep an eye on him. "I am looking forward to it, you can impress me for the first time."

[gregporter]

"Who ever knows in this town?" Greg really hoped he didn't get murdered tonight. That would be, like, really inconvenient for him. "I just want you to know that we're totally not insured for any deaths by-," he wiggled his fingers at her to indicate 'magic'- "So, take note of that."

All the while he was shimmying the cocktail shaker, finally pouring it into a high ball glass for her. "Nothin' like the first time."

[benjy-montgomery]

With all the things that had changed in town, it was nice to know that some things would never change. So, Greg being a disaster was almost comforting. He didn't expect that offer, and there wasn't a way out of it; he had come into town to be more social. He couldn't turn down his first offer at it.

"A dumpster?" He couldn't help but smile at that. "How did you get out of that?" He looked around, hoping to see anyone else right now. "Um, no plans. A beer sounds great."

[gregporter]

"I know, you really couldn't write this shit. Well, I was lucky - or unlucky - enough that eventually someone let me out. Terrifying, though. Vampires, werewolves, warlocks... You never know who's going to open up the dumpster and try to kill you." Greg expected Benjy to politely decline and was visibly shocked when he said yes. "Yeah?"

He promptly cleared his throat, throwing in a "Cool." Which is something Greg was sure he used to be. Or was at least better at pretending to be. "Franks'? You can tell me all about your live as a Montgomery-McArthur." The Porters home was right across the road from the McArthurs, but even Greg hadn't seen Benjy that much over the years.

[gregporter]

benjy x greg has me HOOTING! @benjy-montgomery

[i-sabelvalentine]

Arriving at the diner just a tad later than the already late birthday boy, Isabel manoeuvred her way through Sal's, doing everything in her power to keep her eyes off Robbie as he attempted to consume an entire platter of party food. Honestly, she felt the urge to do the same, but she opted to wait, instead heading to the counter to order a beer. Her hand kept lifting to her hair, too aware of the blonde or concerned that it was more tousled than it should be? Who's to say? "Wait, does Sal's still do shots or was that just a fever dream I had?"

@havensdalestarters

[gregporter]

Greg hadn't been planning on staying long but he figured he'd show face. Say 'happy birthday' to Robbie, suffer through some small talk, and hopefully made it out alive. Easy, right? He was at the counter already, not thinking too much about the flash of blonde beside him until she spoke. "Isabel?" He had to do a double take, just to be really sure it wasn't Quinn instead. Nah, it was definitely Isabel. Some things you never forget, you know? "Wow. Now there's a nostalgia hit. What made you hit the bottle again?"

[itslovemorrison]

"you're trying to be nice to not send me into a spiral but we both know this is a disaster" there was no way to sugarcoat it. she hadn't seen the store like this since the great lux crash out of twenty twelve™️. love wasn't sure what to say around greg, she never had been, but it hadn't much improved since their graduation. it felt fitting that the two of them were standing on shards of broken glass.

"unless you've got the desire to help clean a store, there's not much to help with"

[gregporter]

"guilty as charged," he smiled. greg looked around the store again - really, he looked anywhere that wasn't directly at her. "well, hey... if it makes you feel any better, i got knocked into the dumpster behind franks' on my shift when the quake happened. all this shit fell on the lid and i got stuck." a little delayed karma, probably. maybe it would make her feel better.

greg nodded at love's answer, taking a pause before shrugging off his denim jacket. "you got another broom?"

[benjy-montgomery]

If Benjy were honest, he wasn't thrilled to see Greg ever. But he had to be nice to him, right? He was actually with Bonnie, and she said he had been doing better. But there was something about Greg that got under his skin in a way no one else could.

"Hi, Greg." He forced a smile. "As good as I can. How are you?"

[gregporter]

"Hi." You already said that, dumbass. Greg wasn't naive enough to think that Benjy suddenly woke up one day and decided to become his BFF. He knew he was lucky to be quietly tolerated never mind accepted. And that should be good enough! For some reason though, he found himself blurting -

"Oh, yeah, forsure. I'm alright, yeah. Just, uh, getting by... Almost got left to die in a dumpster when we had that freak earthquake, that was pretty gnarly. Are you, uh, headed anywhere? Do you wanna get a beer or something?"

[benjy-montgomery]

@havensdalestarters

Benjy had been spending most of his time at the McArthur's with his family and their friends. It was weird to be out for once, but it was nice. It had been locked inside for too long. Especially for Benjy, he liked being around people.

"Long time no see." He was just looking around downtown, happy to be out in his hometown.

[gregporter]

"Wh-... Me?" Greg looked behind him just in case before turning back to Benjy. It had been years now since they'd graduated high school and more importantly, since he and Bonnie had gotten together. Greg was a more or less a better man now than ever before. Still. He couldn't help the way his stomach flipped around Benjy. Perfect Benjy. Golden Boy Benjy.

"Uh, hey, Benj...y. How's it going?"

[itslovemorrison]

the magic box had taken a hit during the earthquake and the place was a mess. determined to try and get some semblance of order back in place, love had taken it upon herself to tidy up.

sweeping up broken glass and ruined herbs, she looked up when she heard the bell above the door chime and gave a smile

"i promise it normally looks way better than this"

@havensdalestarters

[gregporter]

"you kidding? the place looks great! very... ah... abstract?" he offered, just barely hiding his cringe. the store was a post-shake shit show, no doubt. greg wasn't usually one to roll up his sleeves or anything but he'd walked right into this one. it had been, like, 3 years since they'd graduated high school but greg still felt a little awkward around her. after all, when it came to love... he'd been an asshole.

"anything i can help with?"

[gregporter]

hihprompt 8 >>>> formative influences

nathan scott (one tree hill)

jess mariano (gilmore girls)

logan echolls (veronica mars)

nick miller (new girl)

[connie-derosiers]

"I wouldn't go that far. More as a vague amorphous concept?"

[gregporter]

"I'm flattered," Greg said far too earnestly, hand briefly resting over his heart. "Would you be willing to go on the record or...?"

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan wasn't sure what sins Greg had committed in the past; he had never caused any issues as far as she remembered. She didn't plan on hurting Greg, regardless of how good the drink was. It was a waste of her magic, but the threat was enough. "Oh, I trust it will be. Now come on, let's go back inside to your scared customers."

[gregporter]

Greg felt like he'd survived something, you know? And finally, his self-taught mixologist skills were going to save the day. He gave Meghan an uneasy smile, sure he could count himself amongst the scared. "Here's hoping none of the good booze bottles smashed," he started to joke before thinking better of it. He cleared his throat and gestured towards the door, leading them in at double speed.

Once he was safely back behind the bar - because she would totally respect that boundary, right? - he let out a breath. "Alright, make yourself comfortable and be prepared to be blown away."

[connie-derosiers]

"Sorry Gregory, that is classified information. I would tell you, but then I would have to kill you, and I do like you, so..."

[gregporter]

"Wait... you like me? Like, as a person?"

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Once the magical words were uttered by the dumpster, Lua put all her strength to pushing the debris off - which frankly, with no supernatural powers to rely on, was pretty impressive for your run of the mill human. The leftover debris fell to the floor - luckily still in one piece - and Lua heaved the lid open only to be met by a strangely familiar sight - Greg. Porter. "Greg. Porter." Her face portrayed her sudden willingness to let the lid fall flat yet again, but damn, the forlorn look on his face gave her pause. "You consider yourself treasure?"

[gregporter]

Greg looked up at Lua with the most hopeless, sheepish, grin that he'd ever worn. He could see that look in her eye, the impulse itching at her fingertips. One wrong move, and she was going to lap that lid back down. He was gonna rot in here like week old tomatoes. Greg sat up a little more, crossing his fingers and hoping for the best. "One woman's trash is another woman's treasure?"

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan had always enjoyed messing with Greg; back in school, it had been most playful, no matter how evil she was being. It was cute how much he could actually take from her. But now she just liked knowing how uncomfortable she made people. "Must have done something bad recently, it is coming back to bite you." She laughed as she flicked her wrist, opening the trash can for him. "If it isn't, you are going back in the bin. Come on." She offered him a hand.

[gregporter]

"Sins of the past, I swear," Greg said, holding his hands up in mock surrender when she opened the lid. Why did it feel like he was in more trouble now than he was with the lid sealed tight? Meghan Morrison was not the girl he'd known in high school. She was actually dangerous. This had to be the best damn cocktail of his career. Greg took her offered hand then sprung to his feet, dusting off the debris from his pants as he promptly jumped out the dumpster. "You won't be disappointed, I swear."

[connie-derosiers]

"Well well well! Guess who has two thumbs and just so happened to find a cell phone that gets incredible reception, even with the Dome? That's right." @havensdalestarters

[gregporter]

"They're gonna start up a study on you, Con. How do you always manage to find this shit?"

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan couldn't help but laugh at Greg, especially after she had spent the night getting drunk. She flicked away her cigarette, jumping down to get a better look at what had happened. "That's pretty unfortunate for you, isn't it. Karma might be after you; I'd better be careful." She smirked slightly. "I could, but what would I be getting out of that, friend?"

[gregporter]

Greg let out a long-suffering sigh from inside the dumpster as he heard Meghan taunt him. There was a time when that might have had him doodling hearts in his text book, but now it sent a chill up his spine. Man, he was in so much trouble. "Yeah, you don't have to tell me twice. I thought me and karma were square, though." Greg opened then closed his mouth, wondering what in the world he could bargain to get outta here. "Um, I could make you a cocktail? Like, a really good cocktail. A fuckin'... life changing cocktail."

[little-orphan-annelise]

The words weren't even fully out of his mouth, and Annelise was leaning over and tugging him by the hand, pulling him out of the dumpster in one, smooth easy movement, as if he did not weigh a thing (and he did not, to her). Annelise really did like to be helpful. Okay, fine, it was more for her benefit than his, in all honesty. The idea of drinking from someone who was literally covered in trash had no appeal to her. Frankly, Annelise couldn't think of anything she would want to do less. Maybe be forced to spend a day with Willow Evermore?

"Not a problem at all," she told him, fixing a smile on her face. "Now, what are we going to do with you?"

[gregporter]

Only dogs could hear the high-pitched yelp that came tumbling out of Greg Porter's mouth as he was yanked out of the dumpster. Greg blinked at her like a deer in headlights, wondering why his legs suddenly felt like jello. No, wait, there was actual jello on his legs - gross. Greg shook them out before looking back up to her. "Me? Uh, hose me down, maybe? I think that might be for the best," he laughed nervously. Man, he had to cool it. "By that I mean, ah, thank you. I thought I wasn't gonna make it, there. Do you want a drink or something? Totally on the house."