whiskey && bullshit

Hunter Crane, 25, part-time waiter, part-time musician, full-time inconvenience. “Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.”

[hunterscrane]

jvkekings.

Nope, you’re the only person in the world who thinks that, everyone else thinks I’m a delight. Wait, ok, not entirely true, after I’ve fucked the brains out of someone, they are usually exhausted because I am just that good. It’s all in the hips, you know? Bump with the biggest mouth? I mean, bump with the best mouth and best ass, maybe. I’d say bump with the biggest dick, but I’m just not the kind of guy to brag, you know? I’m definitely a spotlight. Strobes make me sick. Will you come to mine and Patrice’s wedding? Affair of the century. Oooh, free scone? I love you, Hunty.

Everyone else. Mhm... Who knew that I would be the one so special to see past all your bullshit, huh? You're gonna scare off the customers more than what my abysmal coffee making skills already do. Dude, I don't need to know. Keep your techniques to yourself, please. This isn't a beauty pageant or a yearbook, we're not planning out what it's gonna say on your gravestone. Yeah, I've never known you to brag a day in my whole, entire life. Eat your scone, please. I'll plan the whole damn thing if you want but only 'cause she'll still be mad at me about the whole no-foam thing. Yeah, yeah love you too. ---Here's your coffee. Ask me for nothing else.

[hunterscrane]

harpersgolden.

Harper had been walking for a while now, she had no clue where she was going. The poor girl was drunk, ‘off her face’ even and should not have been allowed to leave on her own. Her skirt had rolled up and was blowing around with the wind, luckily the girl didn’t no how undignified she looked. 

As she walked down the street, she dropped her phone and began crawling around after it “where’s it gone….?” she slurred before laying down on the footpath. 

Hunter was hardly a stranger to helping out a drunk girl. Only, usually it was just the one very specific drunk girl. Well, there was also his one week stunt as a bartender too but that hardly counted considering just how fast he'd been fired. Hands shoved in his pockets, he took in a breath before reaching down for her phone.

“Hey? Uh... Are you okay? Do you need a hand or anything?” He paused then before adding, “Or your phone, at least. I could call someone for you, or whatever.”

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hollisripley.

“Oh my god! I am so glad I ran into you. I have been wandering around here for hours. Seriously. My fingers are so cold I can’t feel them.” She pressed her fingertips delicately against the others cheek. “See? Anyway, thank god you’re here. What are you doing out so late anyway? You’re not lost too, right? I’m so glad I decided to wear comfortable shoes, I almost went with the heels, but I had a feeling they’d be too fabulous for tonight.”

“Jesus, Hollis--- What'd you dip them in, a bucket of ice?” Hunter scrunched his nose, recoiling too late from her freezing fingertips. “Well, you're just as fabulous as usual if it helps any? I was just skateboarding 'round after work, came from that way-,” he gestured behind him, “It's a slightly less shitty trail, you know? Anyways, do you wanna head home or what? I might have some gloves in my backpack. Or a semi-old powerbar or something.”

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averybarlow.

“This girl I met at work gave me the task of coming up with a date idea for us tomorrow night. I told her we should have a Leprechaun marathon and get stuffed crust pizza. Obviously that wasn’t her cup of tea because I haven’t heard from her since.” Avery complained. “I mean, jesus fucking christ. What did she want? For me to take her to Olive Garden?”

“Fucking Olive Garden... Whoever wants that over a Leprechaun marathon and stuffed crust pizza? Forget ‘em. I’m perfectly confident in the fact that you deserve better. Besides, shouldn’t that be where you draw the line, Avery? If you don’t wanna hang out in this cosy crapartment with a slew of 90s horror movies then-,” he mimed waving goodbye to said aforementioned girl.

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essentialesme.

“This has foam,” she growled, peeling back the latte’s lid. “Are you blind or just terrible?”

"I'll let you know once I figure it out." North Siders. Hunter poorly suppressed an eyeroll about her and her foam before putting on his best customer service smile (which, in all honesty, wasn't very good). "You want me to scoop out the foam or will it be a new one for you, Miss? We don't wanna be insensitive to any kind of foam allergies here."

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detective-price.

“Actually, I came here to see if you guys have security cameras. There was a hit and run that happened just outside of here.”

"Oh. Shit." Shit, he shouldn't have said shit to a cop. "I mean, sorry. It's just been one of those days, you know? We uh, have 'em, the screens are in the back which is where the manager should be but...," he shuffled on the spot; authority always had made him uncomfortable. "Yeah, I can take you back."

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jvkekings.

I can and I will, baby, so buckle up, your life is going to be bumpy as all hell. And besides, it’s not like it ain’t true, I am the light of your life. You know it, I know it, the world knows it. I mean look, if Patrice is hot then I’ll kiss her and distract her from the fact you threw her coffee out. I mean, I’ll obtain consent first but that shouldn’t be difficult with his moneymaker. And thank you, babycakes, you mean the world to me too.

Has anyone, besides me, ever told you that you're exhausting? My life is already bumpy as hell you weirdo, you're just the bump with the biggest mouth. And prettiest face, apparently. You're arguably a light in my life. You're like...a lamp, at least. You could be a strobe light one day if you quit keepin' me in this apron until all hours of the day. [ laughs ] Aw man, you are too much. I'll bet you and Patrice have a beautiful life together. You can get her coffee for her in the future and everything too. Uh huh. You're welcome. ---Here, have a scone on the house and try not to break anything while I do this.

[hunterscrane]

thedaphnetyler.

Oh come on, Hunter. I gave you my virginity, you at least owe me this much. Besides, I don’t feel like dealing with your incompetent coworkers. 

Really there should only be so many times you can play that card before I get to leave work on time, Daph. [ he's definitely not smiling okay ] Yeah? Well, if I'm the best outta them then I think we might have a serious problem 'round here. ... But fine. I'll get you a new cup. The usual mouthful?

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jvkekings.

Too bad, so sad, Crane, I’m taking it up with you, so, c’mon, fix your best friend and favourite person in the entire world’s drink. Also, what the fuck did you give me because you know it’s just a piccolo and none of that ridiculous shit.

You know you can't just go playin' the "best friend and favourite person" card every time you want something man. I'm gonna start capping you. Wait, what? Lemme see that cup--- ... Shit. Alright, fine. I'll fix up your drink real quick if you ignore the fact this cup has Patrice written on it and if she comes back mad, you tell her I died. Deal?

[hunterscrane]

Look--- Whatever it is you think I did or didn’t do to your skinny, non-fat, no foam latte or whatever... I‘m officially off the clock so take it up with someone else.

[hunterscrane]

(NICO MIRALLEGRO, CISMALE, HE/HIM) ~ Have you seen (HUNTER CRANE) around Aspen Creek? He is a (25) year-old (MUSICIAN / WATER) and has lived on the (SOUTH SIDE) for (ALL HIS LIFE). He is a (SAGITTARIUS), so he can be (INDEPENDENT), but also (IMPATIENT). I heard that he (WAS EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY ABUSED BY HIS FOSTER PARENTS), but that could just be a rumor started by the hacker. (Paige, 23, she/her, Aquarius, GMT)

Hunter Crane (fc: Nico Mirallegro)

   Basically the Ryan Atwood of Aspen Creek. Hunter's just a soft, sad puppy who likes to angst out with his music and bitch about The Man (even though he needs Him to hand over his pay-check every month #rip). He's got a giant heart of gold even if he might look a little mean sometimes, that's just his face, promise! A genuine punk who isn't very good at holding down a job and is, quite frankly, a terrible waiter who's never on time.

   Has lived in this stupid town all his life and hopes that one day his music is gonna get him out of here. Having a dream is one thing but knowing it's not gonna happen? That's the attitude that was forced on him with the hand life dealt and he's worked really hard to think better than that. Sure, sometimes he just wants to wallow but he's trying.

   Will occasionally roll his eyes and mumble something about "North Siders" but you mix snobs with customer service and that's just the kinda day he's having. Hunter doesn't want anyone's sympathy and he's not about to let himself be a charity case but again, he's been trying real hard to get over thinking that asking for help is weakness. And that most people aren't any good.

   Lives in a crapartment but it's his own place so he likes it. Is a terrible Adult! Definitely isn't getting his 5 fruit-and-veg a day. (On a side, I'm very open to a roommate connection if you're interested!).

Still carries a torch for his angsty high school girlfriend and first person he ever really loved. Daphne Tyler might have cheated on him back then but he still... Y'know. He worries about her still even if things are weird and awkward. He never could let go off those feelings entirely.

   Just a soft boy who used to punch first and ask questions later, trying to live some kinda life!

Wanted connections and more info to come!

[paigerambles]

[hunterscrane]

paigerambles:

Hunter and Daphne && Aesthetic

maybe i’m too busy being yours

to fall for somebody new…

[george-s]

[ourownwayuniverse]

[loganlemans]

I’m definitely a morning person. I wake up dead happy, looking forward to having my cereal.

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lilah-tyler:

Yeah, cause who’d ever get tired of that evil smile of yours, huh? Either way, I’d go and count my blessings if I were you. I dunno how long you’ll be able to keep this up until he finally cracks. —Yeah, I know what you mean. Thanks. Y’know, out of everyone Daphne’s brought home you’ve always been my favorite. 

What most college freshman do: try to not crack under the pressure and survive.

That’s the ticket. I feel like I’m probably supposed to be offended that it’s on my broody good looks alone I survive tip-wise but I just can’t. A guy’s gotta eat, especially sharing a fridge with Mars. Tell me about it... Every day is a steal and don’t I know it. I’m living on borrowed time and all that. [smiles a wee bit] Anytime. Well... Thanks back. Out of everyone Daphne’s brought me home to, you’ve always been my favourite.

[laughs] Right, I shoulda known. Keep it up. There needs to be at least one semi-sane Tyler around these parts.

[hunterscrane]

theaclarke:

True... that seems so amateur. Unlike us. We’ll play it so cool they have no idea what they’re in for. Make a good point because hard to avoid those people at both. Plus all the effort? Yeah... I do all of that. A lot. My parents hate it. I knew you wouldn’t rat me out.

Exactly. They’ll have no idea what they’re in for, we’ll be the very definition of cool and collected. They’ll never break us. Yeah, it’s kinda shitty whatever way you wanna play it. It’s never the place, always the people. The effort, good point. Mind you, I’m not exactly employee of any month. Cool. Uh, y’know. I can barely doodle. They do? You’ve been rebelling against The Man for years now I see. Nope. So uh, what about music? You a fan of that?