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jackson + 24 + portland, or

[rxseimani]

After a shift at the club, she usually grabbed food and headed straight for her apartment to spread out on her bed, smoke a little and eventually fall asleep. But tonight she had a lot more energy and was feeling good, so she had decided to go out after her shift. She wasn’t going to stay at the club, but she did know a place, and with weather this good, she decided to walk. Once she got to the bar, she pushed past a crowd of a bachelorette party to lean against the bar “hey, rich boy” Rose called out with a smile, taking a seat at the bar “a tequila sunrise please, and what time your shift ends on top of that.”

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The night that Jackson was having probably could have gone worse. There were some ladies from a bachelorette party that were having an amazing time with him, and he could definitely say the same about them. The bar had started to pick a little bit, just like it did on friday nights, and he knew that his shift would be over soon and the night shift would come in for him. Noticing a familiar face, he looked over to see a girl leaning against the counter. He smirked at her, leaving the bachelorette party at the counter and went to talk to her. “Hey there,” He stated, not leaving the smirk leave his face. “It’s a little early for tequila, isn’t it?” He joked, pouring the tequila into a shaker, he lifted his eyes at her and smiled. “About 30 minutes. Gotta wait for the next person to come in.” Jackson poured the finished drink into a glass, sliding it over to her. “Why? Wanna see me or something?”

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elizabethmccaulay‌:

“Gin and tonic,” Beth answered the boy in front of her. From the looks of him, she didn’t think he was one of her students. That was good. As progressive as Portland was, she still didn’t think her superiors would look to kindly on a professor sticking around a bar with a student one on one, even if he was  working.

“Gin and tonic, it is,” Jackson stated, grabbing both the gin and tonic before infusing them together. The small glass was slid over to the woman, he licked his lips a few times before looking at her again. It was always interesting to see if people thought that the drink was too strong or not. Jackson kind of liked getting people a little too buzzed just because it was a fun time, especially on a night where there were not a lot of people. He took a sip from his soda that he kept behind the counter, looking at the woman again. “Keeping the tab open or closed?”

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itsnikkiarmstrong‌:

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” She conceded. “Is filet mignon comfort food though? I’m talking about having a shitty day and digging into a pan of mac and cheese by myself. Now that’s the cure to a bad day.” Nikki added, taking a sip of her drink. She leaned back in her chair as he went to get the wings. He was cute and she couldn’t help but to flirt with him. It was too much fun. “Oh no fair.” She pouted a little when he said he wouldn’t tell her what he did. The wings he brought out smelled pretty good. “Well how do you know I won’t lie about liking them just so I don’t have to pay?” She teasingly asked, as she watched him eat one of her fries. She bit on her bottom lip before adding, “Then again, coming back and trying again also sounds good. Hmm….whatever will I do?”

“Filet mignon is a comfort food for when you’re traveling around France, I guess.” Jackson shrugged a little bit, knowing people didn’t want to hear him boast about his experiences and growing up. Mac and cheese was never on the menu at his house, and he knew that from a young age he’d have to accept that. He bit the inside of his cheek, smiling a little bit as she continued to talk. “Well, if you lie, you’ll have told me two things,” He smirked more, “One,” He took another bite of a fry. “You’ll have told me that you liked them and that I’m secretly an amazing cook. And two, you’ll have told me that you’re not interested in coming back to see me another time.” His eyes gazed up to hers, knowing that she was playing just as hard as he was-- it was a good tease. “So, either way, I don’t care if you lie or not. But if you’re honest, and they’re not good, well I’ll just have to try a little bit harder next time.” Jackson’s eyes didn’t move from looking at her, knowing that if he wanted something, he wasn’t going to stop until it was officially his, or in this case, until she agreed to see him again. “Not contingent, though,” He stated, “If you like them, doesn’t mean you can’t come back tomorrow, of course.”

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matthewcmorris‌:

Matthew had just gotten off a long shift at the hospital, and he was exhausted. He was passionate about his job, but there were days, like today, where it just drained him. He slid onto a barstool with a sigh, running a hand through his hair and glancing around. Fortunately it wasn’t too crowded – he didn’t think he would have been able to handle large, rambunctious crowds today. He glanced up as the bartender approached him. “A whiskey neat, please,” he said, and looked around again. “Is it usually so quiet?” he asked curiously. 

Jackson turned his view to the person coming through the door. It was always interesting to see people coming from after work, and he could tell that they were always so drained and ready for something stronger to ease the day. He gave him a quick smirk before taking a glass from under the bar and filling it halfway with whiskey. “There you are,” He wiped his hands with a towel before shaking his head. “Not always this quiet at all. Pretty slow day today, actually. There are days when it’s crowded as hell, but tonight’s been pretty slow.” He wiped the counter down a few times, looking back up at the guy. “Meeting someone here?”

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thatlovelyman‌:

Oscar laughed “ Yes and if told my boss that or said it to one of my clients I’d be lucky to keep my job.” He replied as he rubs the back of his neck sipping his drink again.  “ and I can be but most of the time it’s to help the right people.” He replied smiling as he looks at him. “Thank you.” He said politely when Jackson filled up his glass. “ Yes that bad, you just have to learn not to go home with all of that otherwise you’d spend your free time with a bottle in your hand.” He replied looking at him.  “ Thank you I like to think my parents knew I was going to be a lawyer.” 

“Listen, my parents are rich as fuck. My dad does something with the government, I don’t even know. They expect things all the time, and it’s annoying. They can wait.” Jackson knew how it was with people always demanding things from you, because that’s how his childhood felt. There were always people expecting you to do things; they had the highest expectations for what they needed from you, and it was honestly exhausting. “Doesn’t seem like you’re learning very fast considering you’re at a bar tonight.” He looked away from him to continue to clean a little bit. 

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freyawills‌:

A day spent catching up with her elder sister who popped into town without so much as a warning, Freya feels emotionally drained. Exhausted. Then again, that had always been the type of person Millie was. She always expected the world to stop for her, and Freya hated it. Two girls who grew up in the same space, they couldn’t be more different. It isn’t planned, a night at the bar. Though on the long walk home, she can’t resist popping inside for a chance to drink the day away. Family is a touchy subject for her nowadays. And in her heart she knows it will always be that way. Negative emotions linked directly to the people she’s supposed to be closest two. With a quiet sigh, the brunette takes a seat, looks up with a half-smile when the bartender approaches.  “ I’ll take three of the strongest thing you’ve got. And a Corona on the side. Please. ”

When the door opened, Jackson’s eyes directly moved towards the woman walking in front of him. It wasn’t like God had anything to reward him for, but he felt like he should play the lottery tonight if God was being generous. Her voice threw him back a little bit, her request was quite seemingly pretty strong, but obviously whatever the customer requested, they received. “Aye, aye captain.” He joked, pulling a Corona out of the ice and popping the top for her. “I mean, are we looking at a straight gin, vodka, or whiskey, here? What kind of day has it been?” His smile gradually grew on his lips as he pulled out a glass to leave in front of her. 

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thatlovelyman‌:

“ Oh, I do I just don’t always get to use it, we have some very high profile clients and important cases so sometimes we have a working lunch.” He replied as he sipped his drink again.  “ Sometimes you have to fight for the little people because the big people will be okay whatever happens” He replied smiling as he looks at him. “ You don’t want to know about the worst thing I have had to deal with trust me.” He replied sipping his drink again. “ It took me a few years, it was hard work but it was worth it.” Smiles.  “ Nice name, I am Oscar”

“Damn, dude, who wants to work on their lunch? Rich people can wait.” Jackson started cleaning some glasses behind the bar, making sure to pass the time. “That’s pretty stand-up-ish of you, I guess. For being a lawyer. I mean, they get a reputation of being pretty sneaky and shit.” He put a few glasses away, starting to refill bottles behind the bar, as well. It had been a slow day, but he had also been putting off a lot of work because it just wasn’t worth it at the time. He watched the guy take a sip of his drink, recognizing that it was starting to empty, so once he put it down, he filled it up just a little bit more. “Damn, was it that bad?” He put the bottle away. “Dude, Oscar is a sick name. Such a lawyer name, too.”

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itsnikkiarmstrong‌:

Nikki laughed, shaking her head. “I’ve had better days…but I’ve also had worse so I guess I should like count my blessings or whatever it is people say. I prefer to drown my sorrows in food than in drinks.” She admitted, getting comfortable in her seat. She leaned her elbows on the bar top and placed her fist under her chin. “Oh believe me…you have no idea.” She winked, when he said she looked like a spicy kind of girl. “Surprise me. Don’t bartenders have some kind of intuition about these kinds of things?”

Jackson nodded at her statement, knowing full well what she meant. However, he saw it quite the opposite. “I don’t know,” He challenged her, “Eating kind of defeats the purpose of the bad day. If I’m really going to drown in my sorrows and really feel like shit, I’m going to drink that whiskey, you know? Not eat filet mignon.” He raised his eyebrows at her slightly, looking at her eyes that flashed him. She was pretty naturally beautiful, and it showed by the way she presented herself towards him. He was taken back by her animosity and attitude, but wasn’t upset about it in the slightest bit. “I’ll hook you up,” He winked back at her, going towards the kitchen before bringing out two baskets of wings and a side of fries. “I’m not going to tell you what the secret recipe to these are, I kind of added my own pizazz to them,” He leaned on the bar across from her. “But I say, if you like these, I’ll let you walk out of here with all of this on the house,” He licked his lips, eyes meeting up at hers. “If you don’t,” He took a fry, biting into it, “I think you may have to come back here tomorrow night and try again.”

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100 Random Character Development Questions

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xleafyheartx‌:

001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. What’s their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) 074. What is your character’s favorite game? 075. Is your character ticklish? 076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? 080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions? 081. Is your character religious? 082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. Describe your character in one word. 085. Describe your character in three words. 086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? 088. Is your character quiet or loud? 089. How vocally expressive is your character? 090. How bodily expressive is your character? 091. What type of music does your character like? 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? 093. What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

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thatlovelyman‌:

“ Don’t get me wrong I love to be kept busy, but not so busy that it takes me over an hour to eat a sandwich. Oscar replied he had no issue with having a conversation with the man, maybe he’d create a new friendship tonight. “ Well I do a bit of everything but I mainly focus on things like human rights as that is where my heart is.” He replied taking another sip of his drink. “ So yes I do lock people away” He sips his drink. “ How long did what take me?”

“Well shit, don’t you have a lunch break or something?” Jackson looked at the man in front of him, generously refilling his glass. He had never really seen this guy before, but that may have been because it wasn’t usually this dead. He never really remembered people that came in and out unless he had a reason to. “Human rights. Sounds pretty professional to me.” He looked at the man, squinting his eyes a little bit with a smirk. “What’s the worst thing you’ve seen?” He smiled a little harder. “Oh, like, school and stuff. How long did it take you to finish? I’m Jackson, by the way. I know no one ever wants to be on a first name basis with their bartender, but I figure it’s the least I can do.”

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thatlovelyman‌:

Oscar threw some nuts into his mouth and smiled. “ It’s just been a long day, I honestly thought it wasn’t going to end.” He replied as he picked up his drink and sipped it slowly. “ If you had a large outside seating area I would say that was the case, but it is very comfortable here so I honestly thought there would be more people.” He smiled.  “ I am a Lawyer”

Jackson didn’t have a lot to do tonight, so he decided that whoever walked in would get his attention even if they didn’t want it. “Those are the worst. Kind of feels like work today.” He watched the man take a sip before he started to wipe down the counter for the 47th time that night. “Well, shit. You are important. What kind of lawyer? Are you locking people up and shit?” He picked up the towel before throwing it over his shoulder. “How long did that take you?”

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vambuert-brecher‌:

Kyle-Ryll walked inside the bar with his ears covered with earphones since he just finished his intensive training of the day. When he heard someone asked him something, he quickly pulled down earphones as he replied “A pint of beer please” then he put back that thing on his ears

The guy that walked in didn’t startle Jackson, but he looked him up and down to try and understand why a guy would come from the gym to a bar. He understood that people had their own priorities, but he wasn’t real sure about him. Jackson got intimidated quickly, but this wasn’t going to push him back. “You got it,” He filled a large pint glass with a smooth pilsner before dumping some of the foam out and refilling the rest. He set the glass down in front of the man, pushing it towards him. “Want to open a tab or close it?”

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thatlovelyman‌:

Oscar was working late today as he needed to finish typing up notes from a case he had been working on. After about an hour and a half of being sat in front of a computer, he was done so he grabbed his things and left, once he was out of the building her grabbed his bicycle and started making his ways home. Just as he came up to one of his favourite bars he stopped and parked up his bike before heading into the building. “A large Whisky please.” replied as he went and sat down at the bar. “ Okay I know places have their slows days….but has everyone in Portland left suddenly?  because it’s  so dead in here.” He questions as he looks around him.

Jackson heard the door open, and it startled him since it was really the only noise in the room. He set aside his paperwork before tending to the guy at the bar, who honestly looked like he had had a rough day. “Large, huh? Sounds like a day.” He flipped a glass from under the bar counter and took a bottle of Jack before sliding the filled glass to the guy in front of him. “Yeah, I’m not too sure about it. It’s pretty dead, but it may just be because people are starting to settle down, you know? Getting kind of cool around here. Not summer anymore. People decided to get lives.” He shrugged a little bit, noticing the guys things that were thrown on the counter. “You look important. Are you important?”

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taidelany‌:

Tai walked into the bar after a particularly long day. It wasn’t a usual stop, but it seemed like a decent idea. Wind her down, keep her busy. But as she glanced around, it was empty save for the bartender. “You’re open, right?” she asked, poking her head back out to double check the lit up ‘Open’ sign in the window. She walked to the bar, sitting down, before giving him a grin. “I’d love a Whiskey Sour.” She took another glance around the bar, and frowned. “So, how’s the nightlife industry treating you? Keeping you busy, I see.” 

Jackson looked up from his spot at the bar when he heard the voice echo through the bar. Sure, there were people in there, it wasn’t like it was completely empty. But there was definitely speculation that it could be closed. “Nope, open.” He smiled gently at the girl before walking over to where she sat on the high stool. Jackson’s body leaning forward on the bar as he endearingly looked at her, needing the tips tonight more than ever. “Whiskey Sour coming right up.” He got the glass from under the bar and laughed at her next question, filling up the cup with whiskey. “Uh, well,” He started, “I don’t know if I qualify as being part of the nightlife industry. I think I’d be making a whole lot more dollar bills, if you know what I mean.” His eyes lifted up to hers as he pushed the drink towards her. “And yeah, a busy bee over here.”

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itsnikkiarmstrong‌:

Nikki was having a bit of a hard time. Her anxiety was up and a part of her couldn’t help thinking she wouldn’t be feeling this way had she not gotten clean. The logical part of her brain knows it was for the best that she got clean, but she does miss the high at times like these. She spotted a bar and walked inside before she could stop herself. As soon as she walked in, she took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of beer in the air. Was she playing with fire? Possibly, but no one knew her limits better than she did. She took a seat at the bar top and gave the bartender a smile. “Hey. Can I just get a ginger ale for now? Please tell me you guys sell wings or something.”

It wasn’t like being a bartender was a hard job-- sure, it wasn’t easy either, but there were times when he felt like he could do it with his eyes closed. There were customers who blacked out and who had very troublesome evenings here, so he was thankful that he got a night off of that. Seemingly, there was no one there to worry about giving too much to drink. When he saw the woman walk in, he immediately turned his personality on and found his way to her end of the bar with no problem at all. “A ginger ale? That’s it? Wow, must’ve been a crappy day.” Jackson smiled a little, grabbing the soda and pouring it into a smaller glass. “Ah, wings. What kind would you like?” He looked up at her and squint his eyes a little bit. “You look like a spicy kind of girl to me.”

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Staring at the blank page in front of him, Jackson sighed heavily as he lifted his eyes to look up at the empty bar in front of him. Of course, a Wednesday night wasn’t always the most busy time, but that didn’t mean it had to be completely dead in here. His homework was getting the best of him, and he wasn’t sure what else he could to make the time go by faster. Well, there were definitely things he could be doing, but that didn’t mean he wanted to do them. He rolled the sleeves of his flannel shirt up to his elbows, unbuttoning the first couple buttons to get more comfortable. He looked back down at the forms he was filling out before he heard the door open, and his eyes looked up to see who would walk in. When the person sat down, he walked over to their spot at the bar, hands resting on top of it. “What can I get you?”