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cscurita:

“Alongside my mama. About ten years solid and then a bit less frequently after that. He’d be there in the Spring and Summer. When Persephone wasn’t in the Underworld. I ain’t been in the Underworld, but I know I’ve got a safe place there when I die.” He explained in between tapping idly on the counter top. “I’d have to talk with my manager about tats, really.”

Now she had to try really hard to not be jealous of him, but she was failing at that. “Sounds like a sweet deal, I’ve probably seen him for a grand total of about five minutes.” She was about to admit she was grateful he at least chose those five minutes to give her a reason to break out of the hospital, but no one needed to know that just yet. “Yikes, that sucks, having to go to a manager just to do that. So what’s your name? I totally forgot to ask.”

#marcelo

cscurita:

“Yeah, I’m close to him. Pretty much raised me.” Marcelo looked to her with a frown. Hades wasn’t close to all of his children? He supposed not, from her words. “I didn’t know it was a competition. I ain’t fuckin’ bothered. I’m here for the booze an’ to not be bored anymore.” He nodded with her summary of his job, not too fussed by the connotations that came with it. “Tattoo parlour? I’ll probably stop by it. When I’m sober.”

“Wait, he raised you? Huh...guess there’d be no chance for a competition either way.” She tried not to be bothered by that, but she couldn’t help it. Maybe her mother’s crazy had scared Hades away...but she told herself she didn’t care. “What did you do, grow up in the Underworld? But yeah, tattoos are a bad idea when you’re drunk. Especially the magic ones, they look badass but you have to pick the right one if it’s forever.”

#marcelo

cscurita:

“Huh. That’s..somethin’.” He shrugged, looking her over again before offering a smile. He didn’t much care for this new development, but he’d offer her comfort if she needed it. Or if he was lucky, a drinking buddy. “I’m a model. Nothin’ too important. Jus’ stand there and look pretty.” As the shots were placed in front of them, he plucked one off the counter and downed it quickly, the burn mellowing some now. “Help yourself.”

“Please, contain your enthusiasm,” she said sarcastically. She shrugged and took a shot, downing it too. “Thanks. Modelling, nice easy job. Sounds like a good deal. Listen, I don’t know if you’re close to Hades, if that’s even a thing, but I’m not. Don’t worry, I’m not gunning for child of the year, I’m just happy for a town where people don’t think I’m crazy. That and we have a wicked as hell tattoo parlour.”

#marcelo

cscurita:

“Hades? M’dad brought you? Nice.” He raised a hand for another round for the pair and reached into his pocket to slide a couple of bills across the counter, instructing the tender to keep them coming. “Dunno, I stuck around in Italy until I was seventeen, eighteen or something. Got popular, got a better paid gig in the states. Mama sent me here ‘fore I could get too fucked with the fame back home.” Shrugging, Marcelo glanced to the woman and clicked his tongue, “Nothin’ as wild as choppin’ down some guy’s tree. Good on y’.”

“Your dad? Hades is my dad.” It took her a few seconds to figure out what that meant. “Well then, looks like my family just got a little bigger.” Rhine had never been too into tabloids and celebrities, so she had no idea about his fame. That and being in a psychiatric institution left little chance to see anything like that. “Sorry for my ignorance, but what are you famous for exactly?”

#marcelo

cscurita:

“Fuckin’ hell. What’re you doing sleeping in sheds?” He turned before tilting his head back to down a shot slid towards him, scrunching his nose as the burning hit him hard. Slamming it down he exhaled, “Nah, actually, ain’t my business. You’re fuckin’ hardcore.”

She downed her drink, she usually needed lots of alcohol to talk about her life before this town. “It was snowing, even southern Canada gets pretty damn cold at night,” she shrugged. “But trust me, I know I am. It’s part of my charm. Maybe being tough is why Hades finally told me about this place. How about you, you must have some stories.”

#marcelo

cscurita:

“Yeah? Likely story. Totally believe you.” Marcelo chuckled as he turned back to face the bar, fingers drumming out a steady beat to the sound of the other’s voice. In total honestly, he’d spaced, so he resorted to sarcasm and a light tone to cover up his lack of listening skills when presented with a drink.

“I’m telling you the truth! Took a chainsaw right to the guy’s tree so he wouldn’t call the cops, thing would’ve landed right on his mustang,” Rhine explained, her own drink already in hand. “Dude was really touchy, all I did was use his shed for shelter at night, you’d think he’d just be happy I didn’t steal anything.”

#marcelo

ryanxmariexgreen:

“Yeah,” Ryan said, pulling up her sleeve to expose her tattoo. “I got it when I turned eighteen.”

“Damn, that looks awesome! Good choice, I cringe every time I see people with a bad tattoo. I mean, I haven’t seen any in town of course, but before.”

#ryan

stealmagnolia:

“N-no. I-it’s you’re f-fine.” It was never anyone else’s fault, always her own. Or her mother’s, but she didn’t dare think about that, either. It just made her twitchy. Fingers danced in nervous rhythms along her thighs. “F-fine.”

Rhine watched her, and she didn’t think her actions were the definition of fine. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, I’m really chill. I mean I know that doesn’t help, but if there’s anything I can do just let me know, you know?” she scoffed at herself. “See? I ramble when I don’t know what I’m doing.”

#magnolia

harleenohara:

❝ Good, I was afraid you’d be obsessed, ❞ she teased, pouring the girl two shots of the vodka she had been drinking out of her flask. ❝ This flask is a godsend, ❞ she murmurs, pushing the shot towards her before taking a drink from it herself. ❝ Charmed by a child of Hecate to never empty. ❞

“Oh really? Happen often to you?” she chuckled, downing the shot with ease. “Now that sounds amazing. I actually work with some at the tattoo parlour. Now I know what I’m putting on my wishlist for the next work secret santa,” she joked.

#harleen

theogodfrey:

❝ It’s not lack of faith, it’s more like, I know Ambrosios likes to patrol the town when he’s bored to catch someone doing somethin’ they’re not supposed to be doin’, ❞ he shrugs, giving the girl a smile. ❝ Exactly, best to have a drinkin’ buddy. Or a sober one, in this case, ❞ he laughs.

“Dude, Star Wars reference.” Rhine shook her head, but chuckled anyways. “I’m good with either one. Drinking with people is fun but when i actually get drunk, I start saying crazy things that I need a sober person to stop me from saying.” Really that was just her excuse for her tendency to admit she heard dead people, but she never admitted that.

#theo

ryanxmariexgreen:

“I’d have to draw it up and find the right charm for it but I can definitely figure out a wilting rose.”

“Perfect! Well I’m in no rush anyways, but whenever you do that, I’ll be your first customer for that one. I think it speaks to me. Do you actually have any tattoos yourself?”

#ryan

demigodmusings

I ɴеⅴеʀ said that I want this, This burden came to me

#musings

stealmagnolia:

“Wh–what? I’m sorry–I–I–d-didn’t say an–anything. Um.” As much as she hated talking to people, Magnolia hated stuttering in front of them even more. It made her look uneducated and stupid, the way her hands shook against her thighs not helping in the least. Mouth opening and closing a few times, she eventually settled for shaking her head vehemently and looking down at the ground.

“Oh. Sorry, I thought you did.” Rhine looked down, trying not to see if any ghosts were around. Normally she was so good at hearing the difference between a live voice and a dead one, and it saved her from these awkward moments. “You ok? You look kind of anxious about something.”

#magnolia

sawyermckinley:

❝ Just waiting to clock out so I could head out for some food. Nothing much of real interest. Sounds like you had a fun night, thought. ❞

“I’m always having a fun night, bro. It’s how I roll. Never a dull moment, all those other cliches. Don’t tell me you don’t have any fun plans for after work?”

#sawyer

harleenohara:

❝ I’m not one for marriage, love, but I’m willing to give ye a few shots of vodka if ye play yer cards right. ❞

“I was just kidding, don’t worry. I get a little excited about stuff, big personality in a small package. I’ll take those shots though, I can never say no to that.”

#harleen #omg writing out accents is so hard XD

theogodfrey:

❝ Nah, he definitely has seen worse. Just that I’m s’posed to be the good one and all that. It was a fun time though. Tends to happen whenever Harleen throws a party. ❞ He motions to the bottle. ❝ If ya really plan on finishin’ that off I can stick around and walk ya home. Don’t want Ambrosios findin’ ya in the bushes, ❞ he teases.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” she joked, flashing him a smile. “I guess I can’t say no to a little company, thanks. I’d hate to wake up in the bushes, I’d have a sore back for weeks.”

#theo

sawyermckinley:

❝ Sorry, I’m on my break right now. One of the nymphs can help you, though, unless you wanted to ask me something not related to coffee? ❞

“I mean, I did come here for a caffeine fix for this hangover, but I guess getting to talk to you is a good alternative. How’s it going?”

#sawyer

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