f a r a w a y

･ﾟ — you've got me standing in the outfield and by the ( w a y ) sometimes it's almost like you're not real — ･ﾟ

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nora !

saturday nights were always the nights that you left the bar with full pockets and sore feet when you worked in the service industry. that was no surprise. whilst a child, nora never really had a true direction or any ambitions for a future career. she kind of just didn’t have a choice when she moved out to san diego. the money was quick and for the most part, easy. tucking a loose ringlet behind a pierced ear, nora moved her hand in circles, wiping down a spot that had just been vacated. music played softly in the background of casual chatter and sing-song voices telling tales that blended in too much with everything else to decipher. tossing the dirty rag in a basket with others like it, nora moved her way around the bar, making sure her the people that faced her were content with their drinks. chestnut hues met ones that mirrored her own and a smirk formed on her glossy lips. “hey, handsome,” she placed her palms down in front of him, an eyebrow quirked in preparation for her upcoming question. “it depends. do you want strong or do you want sweet?” this conversation had become a staple in their visits, jase letting nora concoct him whatever she wanted and she loved the thrill of it. not many people gave her that kind of freedom. she appreciated that jase was different. “you just get off work? how was it?” 

“strong,” he replied without hesitation. his stance subconsciously mimicked the girl in front of him, palms resting on the bar top. they had been doing this back and forth nearly every saturday night for months. if he had a closing shift at fv, nine times out of ten he stopped in at yardhouse before making the drive back to pacific beach. nora was a damn good bartender, he couldn’t help having a soft spot for her. at her line of questions, jase simply shrugged, leaning back slightly in his stool. “new job’s alright,” he said, eyebrows raised just slightly. a faint stress line was no doubt etched in the space between his brows. “two jobs is just kicking my ass. also my new coworker used to bang my girlfriend, apparently, so that’s casual.” he continued nonchalantly, as casual as if he was commenting on the weather. his gaze shifted to a spot on the wall just to the right of the bartender’s face, not really wanting to see her reaction to that particular piece of information. an easy smile found its’ way back to his face as he attempted to shift the conversation. “what about you, nora? still the best bartender in san diego?”

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TEXT MESSAGE → OPEN.

NOVA: its my bdirthday!!!! come gt drunk wih me

NOVA: ths is noav

NOVA: ei anwt to fuck dj qualls

[attached image of DJ Qualls]

NOVA: yim kind of drunk I thFink

NOVA: can ygou hear ME????

JASE: who....is dj qualls

JASE: also hbd

JASE: do u need medical attention or

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aminahpls:

as the black B M W pulled into the parking lot, aminah looked down to see that her knuckles were an icy shade of white. to say that the brunette was stressed would be an understatement — it was only a matter of time before she would be starting her new job at bloomingdale’s, and since her run in with austin, things between the two were on the r o c k s. the added tension between aminah and jase put her even more on edge, her breath hitching as she treaded up the stairs to his apartment. a  p i t i f u l  attempt at a knock signaled her arrival, and she exhaled deeply as the redhead opened the door. “ i know they’re not from france, ” she began to say, directing his attention to the small box in her hands. “ but they’re the best macaroons san diego has to offer, i swear. ” aminah offered him a small smile before entering the shoebox sized apartment, avoiding his eyes as she took her seat on the sofa, setting the  e m b e l l i s h e d  box down on the makeshift coffee table and intertwining her hand in his. “ so… i think i have some explaining to do. ”

it was easy to see from the moment jase opened his front door that something was amiss. everything from the brunette’s expression to the off-beat knock on the door was slightly left of center. he hadn’t been expecting his girlfriend’s presence on a tuesday night, but then again she rarely announced her arrival at this point in their relationship. anytime he heard a knock on the door he would just assume it was aminah. upon opening the door his gaze fell from the delicate features of her face to the box of macaroons, his smile subconsciously fading. “i’ll take your word on it,” he smiled, stepping back to allow her entrance. he found himself following behind her as she made her way through his apartment. she stuck out, always would when she was in his home. everything was thrown together, random hand-me-down bits and bobs of furniture, whereas the girl sitting on his 15 year old couch was so intentional. from the car she drove to the way she crossed her legs, it was all done with purpose - poise even. he stared down at their intertwined hands, suddenly feeling nervous by the statement. “good explaining or bad explaining?” he questioned, glancing up to look aminah in the eye. he had never been one to have a poker face, his current expression no doubt showed his confusion.

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isn't austin your coworker

“oh, that austin. my bad.”

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thoughts on austin?

“who?”

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@ncrapls!

it was a saturday night and jase had somehow found himself out of work two hours early. there were a lot of perks to his new second job at nike, and one of them was the large number of employees. he had found his shifts getting cut early by an hour or two fairly often, and he honestly didn’t mind much. taking advantage of his free time, he made his way to yardhouse. he had never been a frequent heavy drinker, but with the stress of two jobs and personal shit he found himself sitting at the bar after closing shifts more often than not in the past few months. taking a seat at one of the barstools, jase’s lips subconsciously upturned when he saw a familiar face behind the bar. “long time no see,” he greeted, patting his back pocket subconsciously to make sure he had brought his wallet with him. in all actuality he’d been at the bar almost every night this week. “what am i drinking tonight, nora?”

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TASK 002 » flying kites

listen here

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imessage 📲 aminah 👀

jase: ok so first off are you ok? I'm sorry you got "exposed" by that stupid thing.

jase: second off im very impressed that you still managed to buy me macaroons after being in French prison. that's dedication and I appreciate it.

jase: thirdly we're not gonna tell my mom about this when you come over for dinner.

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            it was obvious news broke out about his encounter with aminah when he was plastered.  and charlie wasn’t proud of it in any way. it was a part of him he tried to keep down for so long. he spent a lot of time after that thinking. he wondered if this was all really the right call for him. it was all exhausting, and he wasn’t sure if it was going to be worth losing everything. he fucked up. that was obvious. but charlie knew it’ only be a matter of time before it happened again. so he called jase, and asked him to come over. he didn’t want to ruin aminah and jase. he didn’t want to ruin his own relationship because he was stuck on all of this. something had to change. the second jase knocked on the door, charlie got up to answer, seeing him in the doorway. he didn’t say anything yet, just letting him in without even a smile. he rubbed his hands together nervously and walked back into the living room.   “ i should start with an apology. “   he finally speaks, turning to face him.   “ no excuses, the things i said were disgusting and came from a dark place. “    he looks down at his feet.   “ i would never want to make you or the person you love unhappy. “   // @jvsns !!

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when jase first heard about the incident between charlie and aminah, he had initially thought there must be some kind of mistake. He had known charlie for years, and had considered him one of his closest friends for the majority of that time. He had rarely seen charlie act out so viciously; naturally when the details of their altercation came to light he found himself between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, Aminah was his girlfriend and hearing anyone be slut shamed, let alone someone he cared so much for was enough to make his blood boil. But on the other hand this was charlie , and where he should have felt anger he found only sadness and a feeling of disappointment. he didn’t know how exactly to feel, but there was a constant pit in his stomach every time he thought about what happened. In all honesty he was glad to get the invite from charlie. He was hoping to at least get some clarity, if only to help him figure out how the hell to feel about what went down.

Standing in the doorway facing a stone-faced charlie, he found himself struck by how off it all felt. The lack of emotion was unsettling to say the least. Without asking he took a seat as the pair entered the living room. He had been to charlie’s place so many times it was practically second nature. Hearing his friends words, Jase couldn’t help but mirror the other boy’s frown. He sighed, running a hand through his hair out of habit as his mind raced, trying to figure out what to even say in response. The only thing he could think to say was the one question that was on his mind. “charlie,” he said slowly, glancing up at him, searching the boy’s features for any sign of explanation. “what even happened? What were you thinking?”

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@aminahpls

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What is the most useless fact you know?

" Well during the civil war a guy named thaddeus lowe got lost on his hot air balloon and landed in a confederate soldier camp and the soldiers were like 'sick balloon' and let him balloon back to union territory and then Abraham Lincoln heard about that and made him a 'chief aeronaut' spy for the union and that's why for a short period of time the U.S military had a balloon corps division. "

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fmk: blaise, aminah, pembroke

" kill blaise. that's a given considering she's a pathological liar. i'd marry pembroke so we could get it annulled the next day and i could get back to fucking aminah. "

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??

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

📲JASE: haha i heard u did bodyshots w minah

📲JASE: i think I'm supposed to be jealous but i'm kinda proud is that bad??

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even if you didnt cheat on her she still deserves better. you dont seem very supportive of her.

" think that's for her to decide not you, but alright. you gonna back up your claim with evidence or? "