intervention!

Andrew Anchorage. 22. WDPA.

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Location: Neverland Juice Bar Weather: Windy (Outside) Atmosphere: Warm and calm (Inside the place)

The only downside of working at the Neverland Juice Bar? Those moments when hardly any people entered the establishment. Fiddling with the napkin that was on his side of him, Dash transformed it into a kind of amorphous swan and placed it on the cash register’s side as a kind of gift, along with all the others that had been made throughout the work shift. “C'mon dude. This one really looks good. “ He replied, with a smirk that indicated that he really found it amusing. It had been a big surprise when this person had decided to step inside the bar and decided jus to stay in the seat that was closer to Dash’s, one of those nice customers that wanted to share a talk and not just be left alone with the food. A good way to look for entertainment even if the barista didn’t want to admit it. His fingers of him drummed on the table. “Having a great time? Although the weather is the worst right now, it’s not like there isn’t something like coffee or a hot chocolate to make up for it. Can you imagine if someone could control the weather by force of will? ” He raises an eyebrow, as if they both share a secret that no one else knows. He was aware that it was wrong to play too much with the powers and that being careful did not fit the definition of both, although it was great to have someone with whom to talk about something else to distract the mind. “Speaking of which. My friend, May I ask if you prefer a common order or you have something else in mind? “ Dash asked curiously, running so fast from place to place that it was miracle that no one seemed to noticed or care about it.

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He looked up from his notebook, coming his curls back with his hand. “Erm, yeah, nothing to complain about.” Drew looked over his shoulder to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the room. As tourists walked by, they clutched their wide-brimmed hats and pushed down their skirts. He noticed the building across the street was missing its flag. “I’d imagine someone out there is a few experiments away from the first weather machine. The wind makes for good waves, though,” he added with a grin. His light eyes scanned the menu board behind his friend. “I think I’ll just have my usual,” he decided, “And don’t try to sneak any dairy in it this time.” 

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adella-triton​:

“Yayy!” Della couldn’t help but clap excitedly. “That’s fine, I can be Rudolph! It’s gonna be adorable.” She said, already looking for the red nose.

Drew winced, but eventually let out a chuckle. “It was nice of the town to set up this photo booth. Feels a little more Christmas-y already.”

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Adella lifted a pair of reindeer antlers headband and giggled. “These are so cute, and if we get, like, red clown noises, we can look like Rudolph.” She giggled. “Will you wear them with me, at least for a pic? Pleaaaseee?” She asked, pouting and widening her eyes.

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He sighed. “Okay. But I want a black nose. I’ve always had a soft spot for Comet.”

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violet-invisible-parr​:

Violet tensed for a moment, hearing it caught her off guard. She dragged in a slow breath, thinking that telling her this had probably been hard for Drew. “Oh…” Nothing else came to mind, but after a moment she added. “Well, at least it’s leaving my body, I guess.” She moved her hand to grab a Kleenex from one of the boxes she’d placed all around her apartment and blow her nose. “Just my luck, I got sick at the exact same time.” She rested against her pillow as she saw him stand. “Yeah, it certainly feels like the flu.” A small smile grazed her lips. “Hey, but thanks. For sticking by me even when I’m sick and gross.” She held her hand up and took the pills, taking each with a long gulp of water. “Sure. I have some antibacterial foam if you want some. And we can watch some old movie. If that’s really okay with you.” She closes her eyes. “I also understand if you need to go, though.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, watching her reach for the box. “Maybe it’s karma.” He bit his lip, mentally kicking himself for being a dick about it. “You’ll be okay. The flu is only deadly if you’re old. And last time I checked, you aren’t.” Drew sat cross legged against the foot of the couch. He let his head fall back next to her, picking out spots on her ceiling to stare to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling he got watching her suffer. “I’ve had the flu shot this year. I’m not too worried about it,” he told the ceiling. Drew turned to face her, fighting the urge to move the stray hair from her face. “I’d rather be here with you.”

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richie-shepard​:

Through a slightly blurry vision, Richie looked down at his drink– well, whatever was left of it after some random dude had pushed his merry way through the crowd to get closer to the stage. His shirt was now wet and the asshole was nowhere to be found; at least a group of girls close to him shared his current state. “The fuck?” His gaze immediately shot up as the voice on the speakers got to him; it took him a while to ground himself again and focus on the singer. “Me?” He mouthed, confused and, in his state, not really certain about anything. “It wasn’t me.” Rich looked around wide-eyed, hoping someone would vouch for him.

Drew held his hand over his brow to shield his eyes from the lights. “I don’t know, all I saw was someone get pushed.” He pulled his guitar off of his shoulder, then trotted to the edge of the stage where his vision was less obstructed. “Why are you wet?”

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boo-sullivan​:

Bella’s eyes grew wide as she realized he was talking about the dude just beside her; she raised her hand in surrender as some guys came into the crowd to take him– and her too, apparently. “C’mon! I swear I’m not with him! I just accepted the drink, I’ve no part in his wankerness!” She pleaded to Drew with a nervous smile.

Drew could barely see her through the fog, so he motioned for her to come closer. “Did you say you took a drink from him?” he said, leaning into the mic. “Should we call poison control?”

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matt-hawthorne​:

Matt put his hand on Drew’s arm, hoping to help stabilize him and not manage to make both of them fall down. “Dude– you’re on to something here. If all of us are dead– and I mean the entire fucking world, and just haven’t noticed yet, wouldn’t that mean this is actually our new way of life?” He let his mouth run along with his idea before chuckling at what had happened… though it was a laughter colored by nervousness at the possibility of that happening. “So long as they don’t use what’s in the trashcans to set off fires all around.”

Drew stared at him, trying to piece together the tangent they’d gotten off on. “I suppose so,” he finally said, not wanting to think about it too much. “This is Florida,” he laughed, “so arson isn’t exactly out of the ordinary.”

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Drew turned to his drummer, swinging his hand in front of his neck as he waited for the noise to die down. “Someone get this wanker out of here,” he pleaded into the mic, staring down the commotion in the crowd.

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matt-hawthorne​:

“It’s not as much protesting as…” His eyes stumbled upon a flyer that was forgotten on the ground; kneeling down to pick it up, Matt’s eyes widened as he absorbed the information. “…a prep rally for when the world ends. Huh. Who would’ve thought it would all come crashing down on a– today’s Thursday, right?” He looked at Drew and sighed. “We could bolt? Maybe before they assign us a chore or a pod or a… anything, really.”

“A prep rally? As much as I appreciate the wordplay...” his voice drifted out as the group began filing down the street, pushing him and Matt towards the sidewalk. He tripped over the curb. “To be fair, the world could end at any moment. It could have already ended, and we just haven’t felt the affects yet.” Drew took the flyer, giving it a once-over and then tossing it in the trash. “If they’re so concerned about the world ending, they could at least put their rubbish in the bin.” 

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jack-skellington​:

“Cool! You have a very special face.” Jack said happily. “Quite unique, I love it. Plus, for some reason, it’s harder to get guys to model for me.” He smiled as he arranged things and pointed to a chair placed nearby in the coffee shop terrace. “Oh you can seat there and I’ve ordered some iced tea if you’d like some?” The young man smiled proudly. “It’s kind of a “Faces of Costa” thing I thought would be cool. I feel like there’s a lot of people here with such strange and cool vibes, they needed to be captured somehow.”

“That’s a shame. I think most guys must be afraid to be into art and all that.” Drew took a seat, smiling up at JAck. “I prefer hot, but since we’re sitting outside, I suppose that makes sense.” He leaned over the table, his chin resting atop his closed fists. “Am I strange or cool?”

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I know you can handle yourself. It’s hot as hell actually. 

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violet-invisible-parr​:

Her eyes moved to follow Drew’s and she shuddered a little, letting out a weak laugh. “God, I hadn’t even noticed it was there. I’m a mess.” She replied tiredly. “Thanks, but I’m sure I’ve looked better.” She teased, her energy not really into it. She’d been thinking she might have a fever for a while now, she felt pretty cold, but she had lost her thermometer. The girl was a little surprised when she felt him pick her up, but she just nuzzled into him, putting his arms around his neck to feel a little more secure as they moved to her bed. Her eyes followed him as he left the room and waited for him to come back. A wash of a weird combination of guilt and relieved filled her up when he saw him come back with supplies. Violet really hoped he didn’t have any plans for the day that he’d had to give up on to take care of her, but she was selfishly glad he was doing so. “Um… Yeah.” She tried not to shudder as her eyes focused on her trembling hands. “My hands seem to be the coldest. And my stomach’s been roiling all day, which is weird considering this is probably a flu.” She admitted, wondering why he knew all of this. “Are you a doctor now?” She asked jokingly, pointing to her dresser. “It’s in the first drawer there, along with any other medicine I have.” Letting her head rest against the pillow, she tried to take a deep breath through her mouth. 

Drew noticed his gritted teeth and quickly relaxed his jaw as a fake smile plastered over his lips. He held the tips of her fingers in his palm, sort-of examining them as he listened. “No,” he said, locking eyes with her, “I’m just a former addict who’s  the son of adicts, so I know a withdrawal when I see one.” He didn’t mean to sound so blunt. He was extremely proud of her for trying to quit. But even the thought of her getting started in the first place brought up strange feelings that were easier to put away when he didn’t beat around the bush. “Sounds like you also have the flu, though.” Drew pushed himself from the bed to search through her medicine drawer. He grabbed what he was looking for, and a couple other bottles he thought might be useful. ‘If we can get your fever down, you might be able to sleep the rest of your symptoms off.” Drew handed her two pills and a bottle of water. “I can stay here, if you want,” he offered, his voice softer than before, “I don’t have anywhere to be.”