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@stephenstarboy​

dezzie was enjoying her day off. she had found herself craving something sweet and decided to head down to the local ice cream shop. while most would see that as a childish thing to do, dezzie was one who believed that the less childlike things you did, the more boring you were. she was actually trying to talk some co workers into somewhat of an adult oriented kids day of some kind. it was summer after all, and a day filled with water balloon fights, beer pong, and a drunken nerf gun war sounded like a great way for all of them to enjoy their sunday. the girl was actually in a group chat with some of the other girls, trying to come up with some details for the party, which was why she hadn’t noticed the grated vent on the sidewalk. of course the brunette was in heels, she was use to the feeling of them and sneakers really weren’t a good fit for her outfit. 

just as she stepped onto the vent, the heel of her show wedged itself inside one of the square holes. the girl had caught herself from falling, by placing her not stuck foot on the pavement, however she was still stuck. she slipped her phone back into the back pocket of her jeans as a small groan left her glossed lips. “stupid vent.” she huffed. the girl leaned down, and unclasped the buckle around her ankle before pulling her foot back. now she was sure this was even worse, because her bare foot was now resting on the sidewalk. she knelt down, trying to wiggle it out, but it wouldn’t budge. just as she thought she was going to give up, she saw a guy. “hey! is there anyway you wouldn’t mind saving a damsel in distress?” she asked, a sweet smile on her face in hopes that he would help. 

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casey-n-callaghan·:

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Casey walked down the street with his hands shoved in his pockets. He’d hit a farmer’s market earlier that day, and his take filled his pockets. He couldn’t help the pep in his step as he walked. Casey wasn’t the best pickpocket out there, but he’d been on fire that morning. He stopped at the crosswalk, and he quickly clocked the artist down the next block attempting to draw a crowd of tourists.

Casey hummed softly. The tourists seemed to be deliberately ignoring the young man, and Casey felt for him. He’d been there before. During college, Casey had set out a table near Central Park each day in the summer and rarely had any takers to have their portraits sketched. He was supposed to be meeting Carter for lunch, but instead, Casey shot off a text letting the man know that he’d had something come up.

Casey headed towards the artist and smiled. “I’ll take a sketch,” he said with a smile. “But not of me. I’d rather see you capture the street corner here. I know what my face looks like, but I might forget what the buildings look like.” Casey produced a couple of twenty-dollar bills and held them out. “And keep the change.”

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it was just a normal day for hue. he had been sitting on the street for hours. only one older couple had came to get their picture painted, and it was a sweet sight, but it wasn’t enough money to send him home for the day. he wished it wasn’t his day off, because at least that way he knew he was going to be making money for every hour he was there. 

he was just about to pack up and go home when the older gentleman walked up with his request. it was a bit of an odd one, but when he was the money flash in front of his eyes, his interest peaked. hue smiled, gingerly taking the money from the other. “you got it, boss.” he hummed softly, picking up the charcoal as he began to work. 

this was the worst part to doing street art in his opinion, because even if the other wasn’t, he still felt like he was judging every little thing he was doing. and it made him all the more nervous for it. but he held himself together, and drew the street corner. it took maybe 15 or 20 minutes to completely, but once he was done, he signed the bottom before holding for the other to see. “is this to your liking? or would you like some more detail added?” he asked. 

in all reality it was probably far better than what most could do in that small amount of time, but it helped that he had somewhat of a photographic memory, so he didn’t have to constantly keep looking up. he wasn’t blind to his skill, and there wasn’t a day he didn’t know that he was good.  he just couldn’t seem to find the right place where he fit in. 

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forestbeaufort·:-

“that’s exactly what i was afraid of. i guess i’ll have to, now.” forest leaned back into his hands so he went from crouching to sitting. he turned so he was head to head with hue, laying back on his eyebrows, mimicking the other’s position. “slightly tipsy? hue, you’re laying in the middle of the street after absolutely eating it.” forest rolled his head back. “and no, for your reference. i’m out here running my small business.”

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a soft chuckle left his lips. “well aren’t you just the sweetest?” he hummed, shaking his head. he turned to look at the other, a small shrug from his shoulders. “hey, what can i say? i’m a klutz.” he teased, bumping his shoulder against the other. hue pursed his lips, nodding his head. “ah. you paying your taxes on that small business sir? or do i have to turn you into the irs?” 

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forestbeaufort·:

forest’s grin only grew when dezzie insulted him. he turned and leaned against the bar so they could face each other. he rolled his eyes when she mentioned the difference between the two places. “not to mention that this place is twice as boujee. i’m assuming that’s what you mean by normal clientele?” forest snatched a toothpick from the bar, waving down the bartender to order a drink. after, he turned to dezzie again. “why doesn’t it surprise me that you’re here?”

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“exactly. i mean, it seems impossible to be more boujee than a strip club, but they’re pretty successful in their efforts.” she hummed softly, taking another sip of her drink. “but somewhat. i mean, i know most of the people you sell too, and not many of them come here.” she noted, taking a cherry from her drink and popping it in her mouth. the girl gave a fake shocked expression. “well what could you possible mean by that forest?” 

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scfiafm·:

“  true  ,  just  text  me  and  i’ll  gladly  drop  whatever  i’m  doing  to  shake  my  ass  for  a  couple  hours.  ”  though  the  girl  usually  worked  busy  nights  ,  she  had  taken  a  much  needed  night  off  and  was  actually  a  bit  bummed.  she  could’ve  made  a  shit  ton  of  money  just  for  a  couple  of  bored  workaholic  husbands  ,  they  were  usually  the  best  tippers  too.  “  damn  ,  well  -  looks  like  we’re  eating  and  drinking  large  this  week  ,  please  and  thank  you.  ”  when  dezzie  switched  the  conversation  ,  she  realized  she  literally  had  nothing  to  spill  ,  no  important  stories  ,  the  most  boring  day  off  on  the  planet.  “  i’m  good  ,  sounds  like  you  had  a  much  better  night  than  i  did.  ”

“bet. i’ll make sure i put your number on speed dial, then.” she hummed softly, nodding her head as she finished her drink. just as she did the bartender came back with the shots and placed them in front of the two. she smiled sliding one towards the other, and picking up her own. “to never having to work a boring nine to five.” she hummed, holding her drink in the air. the girl shrugged at the comment, giggling a little. “i mean sure, but lets be honest. if you had been there, your night would have been better than mine.” 

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mavericksucks·:

Maverick hated working the late shift at the club. He spent most of the night escorting drunk girls to taxies and making sure creepy guys didn’t follow them, all while occasionally breaking up fights. It wouldn’t be an issue if he didn’t have to work the opening shift at the dispensary. He still had an hour before he had to clock in at the club so he was relaxing at a bar down the street, knowing that if he stayed at home he would have come up with an excuse to call in. The bar was rather empty so when one of his coworker enter and sit down a few stools beyond him, he took notice, not that he was really planning on going and talking to her. “Hey, Dez. Is that your bag on the floor?” He asked, noticing the purse lying near her stool.

dezzie heard the familiar voice of her coworker and she quickly looked up from her drink to him, before glancing down at the floor where her bag laid. her eyes grew wide with shock as she let out a gasp and quickly leaned down to grab it. “oh my god, thank you. i would have lost quite a bit of money had someone else picked it up.” she said with a small laugh, shaking her head as she placed in on the bar beside her. she turned in her chair to look at the other, seeing the existential dread in his eyes. “bout to clock in?” she asked curiously. 

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fbisms·:

“Pleasure is all mine.” He smiled as he put in his order and turned back to face Dezzie. “I’m unwinding just like you. Just landed twenty minutes ago so I came here. Funny that my first stop right stepping off the plane is the bar. Looks like I’m living in a cliché.” He laughed and shook his head. “It actually feels like it’s been the longest night ever. I don’t know maybe I was thinking I’d see a fight or something but so far, aside from your bag on the floor. It’s just been one of those nights you just want to end.”

dezzie laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “i suppose it’s better to live in a cliche than it is to not live at all.” she chuckled, swirling her straw in her drink. “but then again, i can’t talk much. my own life is a cliche.” she noted, before shaking her head. “But where are you coming from?” she asked curiously, taking another sip. “expecting to see a fight? well, i guess we all hope to see some excitement, but then again it is late and billy tends to hit on all the girls in the bar, so you never know.” 

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alxmrgn·:

it might be odd, seeing a man fall over in the middle of the sidewalk, and then just… stay there, and humorlessly laugh about it. but damn, if alex didn’t feel that. “oi, i did what any upstanding citizen would do –… well, that’s a lie. i have a feeling most people would take videos and make fun of you on the internet. so you’re welcome!” he teases him, offering him a smile, hoping he could somehow brighten his day up. it didn’t really take much thinking for alex, “definitely down for a drink with you,” he grins at him, his head tilting slightly as he looked over his features more properly. what is alex meant to do when a cute boy offers to buy him a drink? whether he swung for his team or not. he at least seemed like an okay lad to hang out with. “lead the way, sad stranger.”

hue nodded his head in agreement with the other. “exactly. so i gotta thank you for that.” he hummed softly. hue couldn’t say he was upset by the fact the other decided to go for a drink with him. he was never one to put labels on his sexuality. he always thought it was more of an in the moment type situation. of course, he was never too sure how the others around him felt, but then again he never wanted to ask. if they made a move and he thought they were cute, who was he to say no? “perfect. this way.” he said, gesturing to their left. it was his favorite bar, and always a great place to grab a drink. “sad stranger? i gotta say, i like the ring to it.” he chuckled. “but would that make you the handsome hero?” 

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tenaciouslitigator·:

Jules smiled shaking her own head at the sight. Bright brown eyes took that chance to glance up at the night sky and revel in it for a brief second before dropping that glance back to Hugo. “Don’t I know it. Let me tell you walking in heels down the stairs is a whole other class of tough.” She nudged his shoulder. “Nah, I won’t count myself if you don’t. So on a technicality it’s our little secret. If I guessed did you have a bad day?”

hue laughed, nodding his head in agreement. “i can only imagine that those who decided to wear heels are in just a whole different level of sadistic. no offense, of course. but the idea of walking on something so think as the heel of those shoes, it must be absolutely killer, much less on stairs.” he joked, but there was a form of truth in it. a small sheepish grin came to his lips as he looked up at the other. “was it that obvious?” he said with a tired laugh before running his hand through his hair. he finally got off the ground, a somewhat warmer smile on his lips. “i’m hue, by the way.”

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katerina-rose·:

“That’s a kink that I didn’t need to know you had,” She grinned, “Then lay there. Get stepped on. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life.” Kat motioned back towards the sidewalk. Kat adjusted the strap on her case. She was careful not to jostle the guitar too harshly. Though she preferred a drum kit, but no one appreciated an acoustic drum song. “Why are you sorry? I’m not the one wanting to kiss the floor. Don’t mention it.” She didn’t leave, wanting to make sure he was fully okay. “Do you live around here or know how to get back to your place?” She wondered glancing around the deserted streets. 

“sure you did, why wouldn’t you?” he teased, unmoved from the spot he lay. “i will.” he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. he noticed her guitar, making a note of it for questioning later. the boy fulled sat up, bringing himself to his feet as he dusted himself off. he couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “oh no, i know where i live. i’m not that drunk, i swear.” he said with a laugh. 

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fvckingnix·:

Fenix was perpetually in a bad mood every time he bothered Dezzie at work. It was better for his mental health to stay far away from Dezzie’s job. Plus it would also keep him from going back to jail. He pretended to ignore her comment about the lap dance as he followed her to the back room. Fenix had to give the man credit for putting up with the bullshit. He was one of the only line of defense for the girls. Fenix sat down at one of the couches. “Wha-” He asked stopping himself from even asking. “I wanted to see when you got off from work.” He grumbled. 

Fenix eyed the back room, taking it all in. He wondered how long they had until another girl walked in. “I seriously don’t know how you do this shit.” He sighed with a shake of his head. 

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dezzie had gotten used to fenix’s antics when he came to her work place. she knew it came from a good place, so she never really held it against him. the girl smiled, shrugging her shoulders. “an hour or so. but i’m sure i could talk to joe about leaving early if you really wanted me to.” she added, sure he was going to ask her to. she never really asked to leave early so she was sure that her manager wouldn’t really care, and it would give more money to the other girl’s so they wouldn’t be too upset to see her go. 

his comment had the girl rolling her eyes, a smirk on her. “oh fenix.” she hummed softly, shaking her head. she leaned in closer to him, tilting her head ever so slightly as she looked him in the eyes. “well for one, i’m good at it.” her voice was low, but she still had the smirk on her lips. “for two, well.. i love that look in a guys eyes when he knows he can’t touch me, but that’s all he wants to do. and three-” she cut herself off, shrugging her shoulders. “the money is pretty good.” she leaned closer, placing a finger on his chest. “and if you’re not feeding, financing, or-” she stopped once again, her eyes flickering up to his. “fucking me, it’s not your place to question what i do.” 

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finnbordeaux·:

Finn nodded his head, “Good.” He replied, “Where were you coming from, man? You could’ve gotten seriously injured.” He semi-scolds him. “Plus, it’s late and the thugs come out a night. Do you need a ride somewhere?” He offered.

hue wanted to laugh a little at his scolding, but thought better of it. i mean, if anything the boy knew he could get out of some trouble. he’d had to do it all too much before. “just home, i suppose. just had a long day and wanted to grab a beer. seemed it was one too many.” he joked, shaking his head. he was going to deny needing a ride bit the way his head was spinning he figured it would be better than stumbling and falling the rest of the way home. “Oh, um sure.” 

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scfiafm·:

“  ugh  ,  ”  she  noted  as  her  mind  went  to  that  scenario  ,  they  were  lucky.  of  course  the  night  that  sofia  was  off  they  decided  to  come  in.  “  i  love  it  ,  i’m  all  for  them  paying  for  the  rest  of  the  night.  ”  what  would  make  it  even  better  would  be  if  they  showed  up  to  their  current  location  ,  the  boys  paying  for  the  rest  of  the  night  so  dezzie  wouldn’t  have  to  touch  any  tips  whatsoever.  resting  her  head  in  her  hands  as  she  beamed  at  the  bartender  ,  them  probably  knowing  the  girl  a  little  too  well  by  now  ,  “  shots.  always  shots  ,  whatever  you’re  feeling  -  i  don’t  care.  sounds  like  a  beautiful  night  though  ,  definitely  have  to  celebrate.  ”

“don’t worry. if it happens again, i’ll be sure to text you to come in. i mean, we all know joe is all for making money. i’m sure he won’t care if you come in for some extra cash.” she chuckled, settling herself into the stool. “girl with the money they spent, i can pay for every night for the rest of the week.” she noted, laughing. her job was honestly one of the best things to happen to her confidence. once she saw how much people were willing to pay just to see her dance, it made her see herself in a whole different light. dezzie nodded in agreement, finishing off her currently drink and asking the bartender for a round of shots. she finally turned herself in her seat to get a better look at the other girl. “so, celebration aside, how are you doing?”

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fbisms·:

Rory gave the woman an appreciative nod at the gesture and took a seat, one leg touching the ground as he felt more comfortable that way. It gave him something to focus on if his foot was touching the ground. “I would have picked it up sooner but I figured someone would see it and return it to you. Doesn’t seem like people really care to look at the ground nowadays. At least I’m glad I could prevent tragedy from striking.” He took a look at her drink and wondered what it was. It looked pretty good. “What are you having? I think I’ll copy you and get that.” Rory figured he’d at least introduce himself given he didn’t want the other to think he was some sort of creep wanting something. “I’m Rory by the way. Are you waiting for someone or just hanging out?”

dezzie smiled, motioning towards her drink. “it’s called a dirty shirley. it’s basically the adult version of a shirley temple.” she noted, taking a sip of the drink. “it’s one of the best in my opinions. not too sweet, not too strong. it’s just right.” she chuckled. the brunette shook her head, a small laugh leaving her lips. “no, i’m just hanging out. i just got off work and needed some time to unwind. but it’s a pleasure to meet you, rory. i’m dezzie.” she hummed softly. “so what are you doing here? just having some fun?”

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forestbeaufort·:

while most people’s days were long over by this time of night, forest was in the middle of his. he had stepped out of a club just as someone crumpled in the middle of the street. his better instincts told him to just walk away, self-preservation was more important, but his sympathy won out. besides, once upon a time, he was his football team’s star player. he could fight his way out of it was something sketchy. forest glanced twice to make sure there were no oncoming vehicles and sprinted out to the figure sprawled out. “hey man,” he chirped with a happy tone, recognizing the figure as none other than hugo, one of his clients. forest momentarily considered that serving many of denver’s city neighborhoods made it less risky when he made reckless decisions. “you’re on the ground. i wasn’t sure you had noticed.” forest poked hugo’s side with the toe of his scuffed tennis shoes. “is this a snow patrol, chasing cars situation? you know, if i lay here, if i just lay here,” he sang, crouching down closer to hugo’s face.

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the sound of a familiar voice had hue looking up to see the familiar face. he laughed, shaking his head. “nope, no idea. i thought i was still walking down the sidewalk.” he replied sarcastically, a smirk on his lips. forest’s second remark had him laughing even harder. “yep. hoping that someone would come along and just lay on the ground with me. who knows, think it might be a sweet meet-cute.” he noted, picking himself up a bit, leaning against his elbows. “what about you? just walking around denver in hopes to save slightly tipsy people from the doom of laying on the pavement forever?” 

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finnbordeaux·:

Finn was coming back from the bar when he spotted the man lying on the pavement, curious to why he was there, Finn huddled up to the man and pulled him up by his shoulders. “You good, man?” He asks, brushing the dirt off the man’s shirt. “Are you bleeding anywhere?”

hue wasn’t expecting to be saved, but here he was being picked up. he nodded his head, a small laugh leaving his lips. “yeah, i’m good.” he noted. his second question had him contorting his body to make sure there weren’t and scraps or blood anywhere before he looked back at the other, shaking his head. “don’t think so. seems to all be in one piece.” he said, running a hand through his hair. “thanks though. probably would have sat there for far too long if you hadn’t have come around.”

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forestbeaufort·:

forest was making his rounds, going from club to bar to house party, seeing if there was anyone itching to make a special purchase. stepping into a bar not too far from his regular club, forest was happy to spot dezzie sitting at the bar. he quickly noticed her purse on the floor and, with a shake of his head, went over to pick it up. he slid an arm around her shoulders just to spook her and planted the purse up on the bar where she could see it. “think you dropped this, miss,” he teased in a very obviously faked deep voice, grinning wildly. “aren’t you usually seen at another sort of club?”

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dezzie jumped slightly at the feeling of someone’s arm now around her shoulder, and the deep voice was unfamiliar at first, but once she turned to see forest standing there, the girl let out a sigh of relief. “you asshole.” she laughed, playfully swatting at him. “but thank you.” she hummed softly, reaching for the purse before a small laugh left her lips. “oh yes, but that club is my job. here is where i go to relax and unwind from there.” she mused, turning herself so she could look at him better. “what about you? this doesn’t seem like your normal clientele.”