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itsxadamharper:
Adam nodded. “Well, yeah, that’s…that’s mostly what I mean,” he said. “I don’t really, um, go to the movies that much. I don’t think I’ve been in…” He paused to think. “Maybe, uh, ten years or so? A lot of them seem juvenile too. Like those, um, American Pie movies. I never really found those very funny.”
Jess exhaled hard through their nose and threw their hands up in the air. “Well, there’s your problem! You’re structuring your bias around that wretched series of toilet humor, bad sex jokes, and... and...” They grunted. “I’m so worked up, I can’t even think of a third adjective!” Jess rummaged through their purse for a small book, then tore out a page. It was about double the size of a post-it. They started to write a list. “How old are you?” they asked.
lenorefitzpatrick:
“Yeah, I’m that typical woman who loves sweet drink knowing that it’s bad for you,” Lenore shrugged her shoulders and laughed, she wasn’t very big on strong alcohol, to begin with, and if she seemed like a wimp when it came to alcohol, so be it. “Everyone loves receiving gifts, it’s like some weird happy emotion one feels, I for one know I enjoy receiving gifts.”
“Hallelujah for that.” Lucky for Lenore, Jess liked all drinks. From straight whiskey to the frilliest mango margarita, they’d try them all. Jess smirked. They’d been trying to make her feel better about coming empty-handed but if she was going to argue, they would mess with her instead.
“Fine,” they said, “then you’re a bad friend for not bringing me a proper gift. You’re banished from these birthday proceedings.” They giggled and sipped the drink again, then ate a slice of pineapple from the toothpick dangling from its rim.
calxmckenzie:
Cal couldn’t help but laugh at the younger’s enthusiasm, taking a sip of his own drink. He hadn’t been to a party like this in a while, and he was pretty sure he was quite a bit older than most of the other partygoers. But that was alright by him. He chuckled as Jess vaulted over the booth to greet him, grinning. “Does something to eat count?” he said. “There’s gotta be some food around here and you’ve been going nonstop, you must fancy at least a nibble, eh?”
Jess’ expression changed from jubilation to intense focus at the mention of food. Alcohol turned them into a cartoonish version of themself. “Food,” they echoed desperately, “I’m so glad you came. You have the best ideas. I accept your offer but I’m going to level with you, I have no idea which way the bar is from here.” They were 5′2″, too short to see over the crowd so they linked arms with Cal and pulled him toward a chair they could stand on. “They say you stop growing at 27. Here’s hoping I get six inches in the three years I have left,” Jess said, grabbing Cal’s shoulder and hauling themself up. “I see the buffet table!”
tom-carvell:
“I had to do a book signing in Seattle and it was just a row of coffee shops than a bookstore at the end.” He chuckled. “ How any of them sleep is beyond me. I barely like coffee, I’m more of a tea guy myself.” Tom admitted and chuckled. “ I may be old but I can still use my charm when I need to.” He said and then looked down at his book. “ It’s a book about how Britain rebuilt London after the 1666 fire. I’m an architect by trade so books like this are my favorite. You reading anything at the moment?”
Jess nodded. “I don’t think they do,” they said seriously, “The nightlife is the same, coffee everywhere and it’s packed wherever you go. Seattle just might be full of vampires.” The conclusion was so funny that it made them chuckle.
The barista, although busy, kept trying to catch Tom’s eye. “You’re not kidding,” Jess noted, “Architecture?” They made a face. They respected art history and architecture but for the life of them couldn’t understand the passion for the profession. “Anna Karenina. Only because I heard it’s brilliant and depressing as hell, which is right up my alley. Ten bucks says she wrote her number on the sleeve,” they added, nodding as they spotted their barista wandering back. She set Tom’s coffee down and hurried away.
soo-gabe:
Gabe looked at Jess suspiciously, but he did sip at it. He trusted them, after all. He trusted them more than most people to take care of him. “Yeah, well, I’m never going to a bar party again,” he muttered. “Not without you.”
Gabe leaned back and sighed softly, rubbing his forehead. “No? I’m shocked,” he said, but then he heard the rest of the sentence and he grimaced. Not because he didn’t like it, but because it was just…well, he never liked details of his friends’ sex lives, but somehow he always had to hear them, anyway. “Well, that doesn’t surprise me. But damn, now I’m jealous that you got to see Tae and I didn’t.” he weakly flipped Jess off, but it was fully intended in a playful manner.
“How is Tae?”
Jess took the flask and set everything down on his night table, then propped Gabe’s arm onto a pillow and curled into the nook they’d made. They nudged his side with a nagging, “’kay, now the water,” before flipping through the channels. “I am like 85% of your impulse control, so that’s actually smart,” they went on, their smug smile widening, “Fine. I’ll be your chaperone since you asked so nice.”
They laughed at his reaction because they had anticipated it-- ney hoped for it. The look on his face when Fang, Ollie, Tae, or Jess said anything lewd was priceless. In fact, a brief slideshow of his disgusted exasperation was one of their most popular vines. “He’s good! He misses you and the kid. Sends his love and also is, quote “begging you to give him more attention on snapchat” end quote.” Gabe wasn’t the best with technology but they expected nothing less from the dad friend.
xoxolennox:
Lennox snorted at Jesse’s antics, grinning at them. “It is, because I am,” they said, with another grin. “My presence is a treasure, damn it.” They laughed at the offer, looking over at them. “Shouldn’t I be dancing on the table for you? Not that I’m offering, but it is your birthday, after all.”
Jess laughed and slapped the bar. “Dag-nabbit, you’re right! On both counts-- Now I insist that you dance for me,” They hooted, though they didn’t actually expect her to hop up on the table; not that anyone would object if she did! Jess liked attention under certain conditions. Guests clapped them on the back as they sat down and Jess felt warmed by each one. They called for a couple of shots, took theirs, and held their pinky up to Lennox. “To life and good health!”
xoxolennox:
“Whoo!” Lennox shouted back dutifully, throwing their arms in the air. They snorted as Jesse repeated the sentiment when the other vaulted over the booth to greet them. “I heard you the first time, weirdo,” they said. “I got you me. I’m gonna be hungover tomorrow for work thanks to you, but here I am, because it’s your birthday. But I could be persuaded to get you a drink, since it’s a special day and all.”
“Woooo-hoo,” they echoed giddily. Alcohol made them nicer and also about ten times louder than usual. Jess received Lennox enthusiastically and together they made their way through the dense crowd. “Wow,” Jess said seriously, looking them dead in the eyes, “Your present. It’s perfect.” They feigned wiping away a single tear. “Just what I wanted.”
When they couldn’t remain stoic anymore, they started to giggle. They were at the bar now. “Okay, challenge accepted. What do I have to do to get a drink out of you? Full disclosure, I’m one hundred percent willing to dance on this table.”
lenorefitzpatrick:
As much as Lenny wasn’t very big on the partying scene, she knew she would get crap from Jesse if she didn’t show up to celebrate their birthday. “Well…since you were trying to act cute and mysterious on what you wanted, I got you a drink, surprise.” She waved her hands up in the air and slid the drink over towards them, “Honestly though, I suck at giving presents, ask my family.”
Jess accepted the drink and sipped it eagerly. “Ooh,” they sang, “that’s good. Is that mango I taste?” They linked arms with Lenny and took a heartier sip of the drink she’d given them, licking their lips and looking pensive. “Nah, actually I have no clue what’s in this. But thanks!” They gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Gifts are overrated, I’m happy you came.”
When: Sat. Novemer 9th Where: Downtown @wilmingtonstarters
“It’s my birthday!” Jess screamed from the DJ booth, throwing their head back and beating their chest with their fists. A cheer rippled back to them. They really didn’t need to make the announcement-- the whole party was for them. Multicolored lights flashed across the dancefloor. The bar was packed with people because everything had been paid for ahead of time. Smoke and bubble machines alternated in every corner, misting partygoers with foam.
Jesse met eyes with someone and vaulted over the booth to meet them in the crowd. “It’s my birthday!” they repeated jubilantly as they approached. It was clear that they were already quite drunk and alive from the festivities. “Thanks for comin’. What’d’you get me?” They said it cheekily, almost expectantly with their arms outstretched.
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“I’ve got this kid sister that’s a fucking genius, she’s going to be President one day. Her name is Sora. Our dad used to be a boxer but now he’s a handyman, and I send money back for them so that mom doesn’t have to work. Lowkey,” they added, “I hate them.”
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“I’m the jack of all trades, bro. I play bass in a punk band but I also do piano and guitar. I like writing music, drawing, thrifting, dancing, singing, and styling my hopelessly fashion-challenged bandmates.”
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“I read way more when I was a teenager. These days I’m all about magazines that I’m in, and the autobiographies of famous musicians. The Life and Genius of Lenny Kravitz slaps hard.”
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DATE: November 18th, 2019. LOCATION: Johnnie Mercer’s Pier. OPEN TO: All.
John Dalton by the ocean was never a rare sight. In fact, it’s practically routine. Without the water, John would be a little more hollow than he already is, somewhere between go and stay. With the sound of shoes against sand-covered decks paired with the noise of lapping waves against the shore, John takes every negative thought and stores them away neatly. Those intrusive thoughts rest high on a shelf somewhere in his mind, left to collect dust until further notice and he had the ocean to thank. It’s the only time he feels truly content, even as sad as that sounds.
The pier was quiet today, which is usually expected for a Monday afternoon in November. Crisp, cool air circles John and he embraces it with open arms. Even with his love for summer and warmth, there was something special about a chilly day at the beach. John leans against the railing, looking over a little, watching as the water shifts against the hardwood of the pier. His thoughts are interrupted soon enough by an elderly man who begins cursing at a fish he’s just caught. “Jesus, I think he’s drunk.” John finally says, cutting through the alluring silence that surrounds him. He turns a little, head canting to the side, eyebrows furrowed in amusement. “Five bucks says he drops the fish on the pier and slips on it. You know, like in cartoons.” John says to the other onlooker beside him.
Jess found all sorts of interesting characters at the pier. They’d ran into two con artists and a man in hysterics down here. They didn’t know what it was about the pier or perhaps the lunacy radiating off of the Atlantic ocean herself, but Jess did know that they were more likely to run into something to do down by the water.
Jess skated by on their heelys and stopped beside the man dressed in all black with sunglasses on. He looked like he’d just come from a funeral. “I’ll take that action,” they said, spinning once the stranger in their rolling shoes. Then, without warning, they pelted off towards the other man on the docks. He yelped in shock as they got closer and lost his grip on a massive, thrashing fish. It flailed powerfully, slapped the man in the forearm and tumbled back into the sea. The drunk fisherman staggered and shook his fist at Jess who was retreating, crowing with laughter. “You owe me five bucks,” they said, whizzing by the first stranger again.
open: all. location: blue clay city park. date: nov, 2019.
He’d been stargazing for a good amount of time now. It was cheesy and cliché, and he know his sister would’ve made fun of him, if were not for the fact she was gone off the map. Still, Leo found some comfort in sitting by the bench at the local park and taking a look at the stars. On an Autumn night like this, it made him feel more human, whatever that meant.
The courage of stars shining – the light reaching his features ever so softly even though they were billions of years apart. The softness of it: it changed anyone who paid attention to the sky. He would’ve brought an astronomy book, hadn’t it made him look silly. Sometimes, Leo could point at the constellations – sometimes, he could decipher a few of them, proudly so.
Noticing a figure sitting nearby, he took pride in knowing he wasn’t completely alone tonight. “Sorry– uh,” his hand reached out for his hair, quite embarrassed to be bothering a stranger. “Do you come here to stargaze, too?” A smile plastered upon his features. “I know, it’s embarrassing but… I had to ask.”
They’d wandered out here to the middle of a grassy knoll so that they could loiter in peace. The universe didn’t allow that to happen. As soon as they had finished unloading their bag they noticed another shadowy figure moving on the spacious lawn. Maybe they’d leave, they thought, but he spoke to them. His voice was deep but soft; they could have ignored him if they wanted.
Jess sighed, threw caution to the winds, and tried their best to be polite. “No,” they answered honestly, holding up a little box with silver spokes on it. They held it in both hands and tapped the spokes deftly-- out of it tinkled the Legend of Zelda theme song. “Came out here to play without bothering anyone,” they smiled, and laughed too for good measure in case he couldn’t see their face and took their next comment too seriously, “So if I’m bothering you, keep it to yourself.” Belatedly, they noticed the stars as they lay down flat and kept plinking at the kalimba.