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kit .

Kit leaned against the bar, brow raised. “I don’t know, can you? You’re kind of in the way, Princess.” It had been a good long while since the last time he saw Heather. And honestly? He could use another drink (or 5) before dealing with her. It hurt a little, to see her out, knowing her habits.

No matter how much liquor might have pooled in her belly, he stood before with complete clarity. And it was gut-wrenching. The sigh that pushed past her lips was exaggerated, an attempt to mask the heartache in her chest for disgust. “I can’t go one night without being plagued by you, can I?” she grumbled as her feet, despite her better judgement, stepped to the left to make space for him.

#kitkatseptember #interact.

Inebriation had become Heather’s best way at survival. Something about the warmth of the liquor pooling in the pit of her stomach was enough of a pseudo-comfort to soundlessly shut her eyes most nights. Though no amount of alcohol could ever earnestly deter her from the all too familiar feeling of eyes boring into her. With a sharp exhale, she inquired with a loose slur of vowels, “ Can I help you? ”

#gsrpstart #it can be assumed connections or her just mistaking your character for someone she's got low key beef with

matt .

“Fine…you can have a cupcake,” he said. Matthew originally did not want to give away one of his favorite cupcake but he could not say no. “There you go.”

Overlooking the interaction, Heather stifled a laugh. She was a fiend for spending hours on end watching baking videos, sure, but the reluctance the male had was nothing short of humorous. “ Yeesh, you act like you’ve put your blood, sweat, and tears into a single cupcake. ”

#pagingdocblake #interact.

james .

James was just getting off of work for the day, swinging his book bag over his shoulder and waving goodbye to his co-workers. He didn’t particularly liked the end of his shift when he liked being in the library so much, but he was indeed looking forward for a quiet night in. He stepped outside into the rather gloomy evening, grey and dark clouds above him as he started walking home–when it started to rain all of a sudden. “Ugh, for real?” James whined, wiping away the raindrops from his face as he tried to look for cover. “G-great, this is just…great.” Of course this was going to happen to him.

No fan of the rain, Heather was always sure to have a travel umbrella in her purse, usually tucked away behind crumbled receipts and a could of unfinished chapsticks that always vanish when her lips are feeling particularly dry. Though the hood of her sweatshirt which adorned her head was coverage enough, she pulled the umbrella out at the echo of a complaint ; too many times she’d been in the same position, an air of nostalgia which softened her features. “ Did you not check the weather this morning? ” She inquired, extending half of the umbrella in his direction to duck underneath. “ It’s supposed to rain for the rest of the night, at least. According to the weather woman on Fox. ”

#jamesrosc #interact.