24 hour drive-thru @holdenish - Tumblr Blog

ofwinnies‌:

winnie smoothed out her jacket as she gained her footing. she rolled her eyes at his comment. she bowed her head. “my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more i give to thee, the more i have, for both are infinite…” she lifted her head and grinned. “me? drunk already? no, no, i can’t climb when i’m drunl.” winnie placed her hands on her hips. “who do you think i am? i’m not just some average bar fly-” she cracks up. “i’m just kiddin’” winnie murmured, pulling two beers out of her jacket pockets, tossing one towards him.

“and now you’re actually quoting shakespeare,” holden said shaking his head. “did you memorize that just for tonight?” as she protested his claim of her being drunk, a large smile swarmed over his lips. “still not buying it. pretty sure i’ve seen you do crazier shit while drunk,” he reasoned. nearly falling into disappointment, the feeling fell away when fred suddenly pulled out a beer from, what seemed like, thin air. “where were you storing those? your bra?” he teased her now, placing his pencil behind his ear before he caught the beer she tossed. “so what’s up?” he asked, opening the car and taking a large swig. “looking to go out? or are you here to finally let me do that nude painting of you?”

#interaction; winnie

darlingdarrow‌:

Amelia considered herself an expert at catching someone who did not belong, and for that reason, she pinned him as precisely the type of person she wanted sitting across from her today.

Why was that? Because she reeled from a week of utter nonsense at her workplace. What she wasn’t quite sure about was whether he’d be wiling to entertain her commiseration. Scratch that, he was – superficially, anyway. He slid into the other seat without much hesitation and openly asked her exactly what was wrong with her week.

“Work,” she huffed, annoyed. She immediately wondered how he would receive that. That being said, she didn’t quite stop herself from talking. “Mostly work. As much as I love the work itself…” she paused, considering the other restaurant patrons for a moment before she lets out another tired sigh. “…I can’t stand the people. Have you ever gotten that feeling?”

“i can’t stand people in general,” he admitted with a shrug. however, he corrected himself. “alright, i like some people. very few.” relaxing into his chair more, holden couldn’t help but study the woman across from him, wondering exactly what kind of person she could be. he figured she fell into the group of individuals who actually belonged in a place like this. while her new dinner guest did not.. so why had she invited him into a conversation? multiple pairs of eyes still stabbed into the back of his head, which he figured belonged to the various middle-aged couples he saw dining together. they had been scowling at him the moment he walked in. but despite the others’ reaction, the woman across from him still continued the conversation - seeming unfazed. the part of him that, admittedly, wondered if her speaking to him was some sort of sick joke slowly fled away. “what exactly is it about the people?” he said, leaning forward to place his elbows on the table - not great etiquette on his part. “just nasty people? or are they getting credit for something you did? i hate when that happens. reason why i work solo.”

#interaction; amelia

almahq‌:

“i just always pegged ed for a like duran duran type of guy but wham! my god, you think you know somebody!” she exclaims, giggling at his words and placing a hand over the right side of her chest, “oh c’mon you’re breaking my heart! i always thought the aliens would land and pick me as their prime subject, now i have to compete with morrissey for a shot as a human specimen? i’m losing out man.” alma groans out loud at her misfortunes and at his choice of music. “okay then, you win today wham! if only for ed’s sake.” she goes over to the counter and writes herself an i.o.u. for the price of the albums, “i pay for the albums, you pay for the booze. good trade?” though she’s already put the cap back on her pen and put it back behind the register.

"we’ve all got a few surprises up our sleeves,” he reasoned, smiling at her next comment. “oh, they’d definitely choose you. except i’m a little weirded out by the fact that it sounds like you want to be abducted. what kind of kinky shit are you into?” hearing her concede to his album choices, he let out a triumphant laugh as he tucked the two records under his arm. “consider it a tribute to ed. barely know him... don’t know if i ever will - but we’ll still raise hell for his sake.” watching her go to the register, he perked up even further at the mention of her deal. “excellent trade. but i’m not buying advocaat again. we’re not repeating that mistake.” sudden memories of the last time he decided to try that shit out filled his mind, causing him to nearly shudder. “so we going to yours or mine? gotta say that i have leftover pizza in my fridge and i’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.”

#interaction; alma

ofgeorgies‌:

“ the day has been dreadfully slow, ” she said, stifling a groan. “ honestly, including you and the lot here, i’ve seen maybe ten people all day. i’ve been here since six in the morning. it’s been six hours. i need attention and — ” georgie shook her head. “ — i’m just not getting it here. i’m not so sure why it’s not busy. ” she laughed at the idea of the day being wild. “ i almost wish someone had yelled at me. it would have broken up the monotony of the day. ” she reached over, patting the espresso machine. “ old faithful here has been surprisingly on his best behavior. ”

he couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, setting aside the coffee that she had given him. “sounds like a drag,” he confirmed. he then thought for a moment before giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. “alright, well, then i guess i’ll have to fulfill all those needs for you.” a smile threatened on his lips as he leaned into the counter on his own side. “you have my full attention. i’ll order endless coffees, cause as much of a ruckus as you want - i’ll raise hell for all i care!” his voice was raised, causing other customers to glance over - though he didn’t really care. “i won’t mess with that machine, though. i gotta draw a line somewhere.” he ended his little scene with a boyish smile as he grabbed his drink to take another swig. “or maybe you’re getting out of here soon? i’d still be willing to entertain.”

#interaction; georgie

ofwinnies‌:

there was the sound of small grunting as winnie hiked herself up the tree. she paused for a moment, catching her breathe as well as her balance. winnie peered into the room before reaching forward, hands finding the familiar windowsill and pushing up. “holden!” she yelled before stepping into his room via his window. you would think that she would be more cautious about climbing a tree and slipping into someone’s window, but winnie didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. once in his room, she straightened out and laughed. “where’d you go? i just saw you!” @holdenish

typical night in the casa de holden. his window was open, letting in the march breeze that kept the air within his room crisp and somehow exhilarating. he was working on a drawing that he hadn’t even meant to necessarily start. lounged on his mattress - he really needed to get a bed frame for that thing - his back was propped against his wall as he scratched out his ideas with a pencil. only, his little art session was interrupted when he heard a familiar voice from his window. he didn’t even need to look up to know who was suddenly entering his bedroom, causing him to shake his head as he wore an amused smile. still, he set his drawing aside as he stood from his mattress, letting out a breathy laugh. “once again coming through my window like a modern day romeo,” he said, meeting her at the window. he raised a brow as he took in her words. “saw me? aw, don’t tell me you’re already drunk, fred.” he gave her a cheeky smile before looking her up and down. “or at least tell you brought some beer.”

#interaction; winnie

ofgeorgies‌:

“ oh — ” for a second, georgie’s entire demeanor deflated and she looked at the coffee and then to holden and then back again. a frown began to tug at the corners of her mouth , but he took the coffee and the all-too-brief moment of panic faded , replaced with a smile just for him. “ good, i’m glad, loyal coffee knight ” she laughed at his remark , her own , too , before resting her hands on the counter and leaning forward. “ i hope it’s just as sweet as you are. ” pulling her gaze away, she looked around the shop. the few people there seemed unconcerned with their conversation. “ it probably is. no one seems to concerned. ” she shrugged her shoulders. “ if they are, i’ll just make them another. ”

“and i’d assume that one would be the black coffee, huh?” he teased, shaking the cup to better distribute his ice. “how’s the day going anyway? i know it just got a whole lot better because, well, i’m here. but any soccer berating you over frappuccinos this morning? or have any coffee machine explosions?” he pulls a face as he glances behind her, looking at the ‘beast’ of a coffee maker they kept. “that would be one hell of an experience.”

#interaction; georgie

almahq‌:

she gives a laughing scoff and raises her eyebrow, continuing to inspect the record as he spoke. “you’d be surprised the questionable things people in this town come in to buy. last week ed from the mechanic shop came in and bought a wham! album.” she cracks a smile in his direction and looks over at the albums he’s perusing. upon looking at the band he pulls up she nods her head in agreeance, though still thinks to find some way to tease him about it. “the smiths. how edgy of you. have a boner for morrissey do ya?”

“hey, hey, hey. you leave ed alone. besides... there’s nothing wrong with wham!,” he retorted, giving her a disappointed shake of his head - all in good fun. he jokingly scoffs at her words regarding his own choice, turning the album back to himself so he can stare down at it. “every sane person on this planet has a boner for morrissey. and other plants too. all those aliens out there? morrissey boners. he’d be high on their list for abduction.” he’s just about put the record back when he decides against in, shaking it slightly in his hands. “this one’s coming with us. blondie can come too. and maybe some....” he looks over at the next section over, quickly grabbing one last album filed away. “some good ol’ wham! in ed’s honor. awww yeah.”

#interaction; alma #(tumblr hates us rp folks. that's all there is to it)

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Location: Walton’s Bistro

It was Friday evening, and Amelia was glad to have a pleasant dinner after work.

It had been a rough week, one in which she wondered if she belonged at her workplace at all. She was classically pretty, that much she knew, and when she was first hired, she had thought that it granted her a leg-up where bias may have otherwise set her back. But over time, her status as just one girl in her department proved to be bothersome. So bothersome that she was sure stress was building up in her neck.

She rolled her head back to her left, and then to her right, and she was almost disturbed to hear her bones crack.

“Ugh,” she muttered, sensing that someone had been watching her. “What a week. Do you get one of those?” She rolled her head forward and sat up straight. “You’re welcome to take a seat, if you want.”

holdenish

walton’s bistro was not somewhere he belonged. he knew it, and so did all of the richie riches staring at him walking by. with his rolled gray trousers and slouchy black jacket - he stuck out like a sore thumb. at least he had managed to clean the paint from his hands before he dared stepping into this place. speaking of stepping in, why had the hostess let him pass into the dining room anyway? really, the whole thing was a joke. not them letting him, but him being there in the first place. holden wanted to celebrate a week of successful commissions by treating himself to a decent dinner. or at least... the decent appetizers. walton’s prices were insane. walking through, he had been set on making his way to the bar when he found himself dodging the tray of a careless waiter, sending him in a spin. finally, he was facing a woman and an open seat, running a hand through his hair. her words caught him off guard, causing a warmth to spread through him in panic. did he know her? ah, he had no idea. where would he know her from? “uh... you sure about that?” he asked, looking at the empty seat. however, her words regarding her week also echoed in his mind, causing his curiosities to get the best of him. so he slid in. “what’s wrong with the week? work? family? love life?”

#interaction; amelia #(this is garbage. i am garbage. and i am SORRY)

roseismat-deactivated20220224

a baby pink bubble protrudes from her lips and explodes with a hearty ‘pop’ as she girl looks down at the selection of records before her. “lame. lamer. gag me with a spoon.. hm, this looks promising.” she raises the vinyl up into the air and flips it to the backside in order to read the songs listed on it. “and it’s the last one. a lot of people in town are going to be really pissed to see this go y’know.”

holdenish

his fingers brushed through the selection before him, his head bobbing to the talking heads song crackling through the store’s sound system. he barely registered the vibrancy of each record as he pushed each forward or back. as he heard the girl speak, he slowly glanced up to see which record she had pulled out. “really?” he asked, raising a brow. “you think the people of st. redford are going to start a riot over some blondie album?” he shook his head as he looked down and quickly pulled out a record from the collection. “nahhhh. now this. this is where it’s at.” he held it up in front of her, smirking. “go on. tell me i’m right.”

#interactions; alma

almcstmythic

“want one?” she asked holding up a take-out box of donuts. “i somehow got talked into buying a dozen and i seriously can’t eat anymore of them.” one look into the box would show that half of the dozen were already gone, and dani was a bit of a donut snob. she couldn’t handle eating semi-stale donuts the next day. “i can’t eat all of them myself,” she added, a teasing smile on her face.

holdenish

“six for you and six for me, then,” he said with a smile as he bobbed his head. he took the whole box from her, taking a few steps away as he pulled one of the donuts out and took a big bite. “these are good. where did you get these?” he asked with a mouthful, his words skewed. “can we get more? i think we’re gonna need more.”

#interaction; dani

ofgeorgies

“ i have an — uh — iced coffee for … ? ” georgie trailed off as she looked at the drink she held in her hands with a startled expression, and then towards the customers in the shop with a wide grin. “ i don’t actually remember who it’s for , but if you know it’s yours , come get it , or forever be caffeine-deprived and pray to not perish. ”

holdenish

he looked at the drink in the girl’s hand and then lifted an amused brow. stifling a chuckle, holden went through the motion of looking behind himself - though he already knew he’d find no one. “uh...” he hummed, spinning around once more as he poked his tongue to his cheek. “it was a black coffee,” he told her, taking a step forward to receive the drink. “but this works too.” holden flashed a smile before grabbing a straw and pushing it through the lid. he then took a quick swig, nodding his head at the flavor. yeah, it would do. “this loyal follower thanks you for gifting him with the blessing of coffee. it is an honor to quench his thirst.” he gave her a lopsided smile before taking another sip. “seriously though,” he paused for a moment, drinking more. “i really hope this is mine.”

#interaction; georgie

intros can be scary and i’m very wary but here i am.

( joe keery, cismale, 22, he/him ) HOLDEN GRANT is known as THE IMPISH around town. if their reputation precedes them, HOLDEN is DISSOLUTE and MOODY. but, in my experience, they’re nothing but CHARMING and HIGH SPIRITED. looking through the st. redford records, they work at/as a FREELANCE ARTIST. (jo, she/her, 25, mst)

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