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kindred ramsey. wanna-be rockstar.

[kindredramsey]

sms ↝ kins x diana x naomi

Kindred: Hey girls!

Kindred: I have a few different things to discuss.

Kindred: One, Scarlett broke up with me. I'm not ready to talk about it. I'm heartbroken and I'm sure it will take some time to get over.

Kindred: Two, I'm looking at buying a house and I was hoping you two could come hunting with me? I'm scared of looking by myself. I don't even know what to look for.

Kindred: Three, I miss you all and we need to get together soon.

[kindredramsey]

ALEXANDRIA ROBERTS

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“I’ve never been a super huge fan of sushi myself, but granted I haven’t tried it in years.” Alexandria replied, having always found something about eating raw fish weird. She was just the type of person that liked her protein cooked. “Some of them were happy for sure, and some of them just seemed indifferent. Kids can be a little weird that way sometimes.” She added, knowing that kids are all unique little individuals. Alix found it amazing how much personality some kids had so young. “Most of them are doing pretty good, all things considered. One of them is even getting discharged soon which is pretty exciting.” She added, knowing it was always great when the kids were able to leave the hospital and go back to having a normal life. 

“Well even a little bit of writing is good though, right? You will pick up the instruments when you are ready. It’s all about just taking things one day at a time and not rushing yourself to feel better.” Alexandria added, feeling it was important to take time to mourn the loss of a relationship. She gave Kindred’s hand a squeeze in return. “I will always be here to talk or whatever you need.”

A look of shock came over Kindred face as Alixandria said she hadn’t been a fan of sushi. “I’m sorry, but what?! Girl! We are going to have to solve that problem. I will take you to my favourite sushi place and change your mind.” Kindred said and gave Alix a genuine smile. Her first real genuine smile that she’d had in awhile. She then chuckled at the kids comment, “yeah I know what you mean. At least when I’m around other people’s kids I get the vibe they either love you or don’t like you.” Kindred grabbed a pillow that was close by so she could hug it briefly allowing her mind to wander if she would ever meet someone and have kids with that imaginary person or a future with someone. 

“I’m afraid Scarlett was my last chance at having a baby or getting married, all that stuff. I’m getting older Alix. What if this is it?” She asked and frowned, her depression from the break up coming back even though the musician was trying very hard to snap out of it. “Thank you for saying so hon. I’m just... I don’t want to be a downer.”

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SAVANNAH MARIN

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She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be paying attention to with the bartender staring at her expectantly, some form of argument breaking out between the group of wasted meatheads behind them or the feeling that she’s out of place in a town where everyone seems to know everyone. But maybe that’s what makes Kindred a nice anchor; her soothing, calming presence at Savannah’s side makes for a pleasant distraction. And no, it doesn’t hurt that she’s easy on the eyes. Far prettier than most of the sights around them. But then Kindred comes out with that and Savannah’s lucky that she wasn’t mid-shot because she likely would’ve choked. It takes her a minute to make sure she’s heard right, and the blood rushes to her cheeks before she can help it. “Oh, uh——” Unexpected. “Well. I am thirty-one, so no need to write me off just yet.” The explanation is enough to have Savannah shifting on her barstool to better turn toward Kindred, hands folding between her thighs. “Sure, I’ve got lots. Maybe I can revisit some traumatic memories that were tactfully repressed for ten years. But can I ask— what kind of vibe you were thinking?”

Feeling as though she wanted to smack her forehead with her own hand, Kindred furrowed her eyebrows at Savannah’s response. Did that mean the other woman was also into the ladies? Though Kindred was getting better at figuring that out she was in no way shape or form an expert. “Ah, thirty one. Well great. We’re both in our thirties so we at least have something in common.” Kindred stated as she smiled flirtatiously at Savannah wanting to see if the other woman was in fact into the ladies whatsoever without actually asking. “Duly noted that you’re not to be written off yet.” She smiled at the other blond and finally took her own shot. 

“Cheers to new adventures and old mistakes.” Kindred said playfully as Savannah continued to talk about her tequila mishaps. “And um, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you relive traumatic ones. I just thought maybe some funny tequila stories, that’s all. I’m sure I’ve got plenty from my College years too.” She laughed heartedly at some thoughts about what her Naomi and Diana used to get up to. Kindred then cleared her throat, and said in just an audible voice, “uh, the one night stand kind of vibe. Or something like that. But I don’t even know if you’re a lesbian or bisexual or pansexual so...” She asked trailing off, stuttering a bit as she waved over the bartender for another shot so she could shut herself up.

[kindredramsey]

CHARACTERS: KINDRED RAMSEY & ALISON HARPER LOCATION: BATTING CAGES

         After paying the batting fare by the park’s opening, Kindred fixed the helmet that she’d gotten to wear and bit her bottom lip. Looking at one of her best friends who was very noticeably pregnant at this time, Kindred shrugged her shoulders and tried to seem as cool and collected as possible. “I’m good, yeah. I can do this Allie. Right?” She went on and chuckled as she grabbed on of the baseball bats. “You might want to stand really far back though. I do not want to hurt you. Tell me why this is a good idea that we’re doing this again? I think I should also probably call my life insurance people just in case something bad happens.” @alison-harper​

[kindredramsey]

ISOBEL CERCI

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Isobel was glad that her outfit hadn’t been ruined by the smell of acrid alcohol. Thankfully, she’d stumbled back and most of the mess had fallen on the couch or on the floor. It was a dingy strip club so the entire place smelt like old men and alcohol — no one would notice a little spill. “Like I said, it was my fault too. But no one got hurt and there’s no visible stains on either of our clothing — it could be worse.” She smiled at the woman, peering back to see her friends come out of their private dances. “Wanna head back to the bar? I have about five boys who’re about to come back and speak in detail what their private dances were like and I’d rather not be here for that.” 

“I’m Isobel,” she paused then, extended her hand towards the other. “We may have stumbled into each other before. I can’t place you, but I do live in Wilmington if that helps any.” She said with a laugh, moving towards the bar to see if the other would follow.

“Anyway, I’m still really thankful that you didn’t make it into a big deal. Not everyone is like that. It’s nice to officially meet you Isobel.” Kindred said and smiled at the other woman, “I think you are right about seeing you at different events around Wilmington. I’m surprised I haven’t spoken to you before but this town is bigger than people give it credit for.” She rambled on a bit and nodded at Isobel’s suggestion about heading over to the bar. “Can I offer to bu your next drink at least? Or pay for your cab home?” Kindred asked feeling as though she needed to at least attempt to pay something back for ruining Isobel’s shirt. 

“You’re here with five men? Please do tell. How come you didn’t want to join in on seeing the dance?” Kindred added conversationally and smiled at Isobel who was now sitting on a stool at the bar next to the HR Manager. “So who do you hang out with? Maybe we have similar friends or acquaintances. “Also, I apologize in advance. I’ve been told far too often I talk too much.”

[kindredramsey]

SOPHIA PATTON

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                       Likewise, Sophia knew when not to push. If she kept prodding and prodding soon enough the hand that offered the help would be bitten and she would be left with a nasty scar ── so she did nothing more than to lick over her lips and nod her head. The offer was there and Kindred would take it or leave it if she wished. “Well, let’s hope it did and karma will pay it’s hand in the right direction.” She countered with a brief nod and a little laugh to follow. To make the mood lighter. Not that switching it to reminiscing on just how long it’s been between two former lovers had in between last seeing each other was any better. In fact, maybe it twisted the knife even worse despite the fact that it seemed like both had been in happier, healthier places. “You’re okay. We all have our bad days. At least you aren’t like me and cursing at poor, innocent bus drivers.” Sophia laughed, cocking her head to the side. “Nothing really. Kevin and I… we’re still together. I just got home from Tennessee a few months ago after a brief hiatus. Uh… work is still work.” She laughed. “How about you?”

Trying to snap herself out of her dark mood, Kindred attempted to listen to Sophia tell her about the great life she seemed to have. If there was a twinge of jealousy inside of Kindred’s heart, she really tried hard to not let it show. “I hope so too because I’m very much sick of the universe deciding to hate me.” Kindred said and frowned at the ground and then blinked a few times before turning her head to look at Sophia. “Thanks though, for making me not feel horrible or guilty about having bad days. I feel like I can’t talk to anyone about things right now.” Kindred shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. 

“Everyone has their own things y’know? I don’t want to be a bother or a burden. I am really genuinely glad things are well for you.” Kindred couldn’t help but chuckle, “you cursed at a bus driver? Oh Sophia, I’m sorry.” The HR Manager apologized and bit her bottom lip thinking about how all she wanted was to be at home but that she had to take the long bus ride to get there. “Sounds like a nice life. I’m happy for you, really.” Kindred shrugged her shoulders. “I work here at this law firm, I’ve been wanting to focus more on music but things get in the way. Life. Other than that, I have these two new scars on my face to show for the hurricane and an ex-girlfriend who just dumped me, but hey. Things can only go up from here, right?”

[kindredramsey]

SAVANNAH MARIN

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“Old enou—” With an abrupt pause, Savannah’s brows sloped inward, trying to make sense of the question. “I’m a good ten years above the legal age, so I think they’ll let it slide this time.” If there was no malice in Kindred’s tone, there certainly wasn’t in Savannah’s either; while brisk may have been her signature, vindictive was not. For the first time, her eyes actually drifted to take stock of the other woman. Pretty. Older? But surely not by a lot. Kindred. “Oh my god, I love that name.” She was completely scattered, overwhelmed by both the bustling noise behind them, the bartender staring her down expectantly and the making of a new acquaintance that depended on a first impression. Answering Kindred’s question by placing an order, Savannah opened up her tab starting with a round of the bartender’s recommendation, whatever it would end up being. “Sorry. Um, Savannah— fireball. You should definitely go with fireball. Tequila gave me some of the worst memories of my college career.”

“Ah okay, sorry. What a stupid question. Of course you’re older than twenty one at least if you’re inside of this place.” Kindred went on, feeling the tips of her ears burning up. “Thanks! I always used to think my mother was high when she named me but I have lately come to terms with loving it.” Kindred chuckled at Savannah’s suggestion and nodded at her. 

“Alright, two fireball shots then, on me.” She said to the bartender and then turned to face the other woman, “Savannah is also a very beautiful name.” The blonde paused and tilted her head to the side, “I should explain why I asked about your age. I just... I felt like we have a vibe going, which hopefully I am not delusional about but I needed you to know that I’m thirty-five and I don’t usually go for ladies who are more than seven years younger than myself.” Kindred said feeling as though she should probably just stop talking.

“Anyway, please tell me some of your worst memories involving tequila so you can save me from sounding like a complete idiot.”

[kindredramsey]

VIOLET MURPHY‌:

Glad I didn’t wear anything expensive, tonight. The alcoholic droplets that did manage to splatter along lightly on Violet’s wrist, she rattled off with a few flicks before resuming her attention onto Kindred. “I’m almost upset it wasn’t namely me you got distracted by, but I’ll let that one slide,” Violet shot her an amusing wink, taking another sip of her beverage, “I was with an entire group of people I just sort of ran into, but, clearly, it’s been dissipating slowly throughout the night, so I believe it really is just you and me, now, and I can most certainly show you some ropes. What about you, why are you all by your lonesome? By the way, do you have dollar bills? ‘Cause that’s a pretty important factor, here.” 

As the younger woman continued to go on about showing Kindred the ropes and dollar bills, the HR Manager’s mouth was completely hanging open at this point and she was trying to respond but couldn’t get out the words. “I mean, yes. If one comes to a strip club, dollar bills are pretty much a necessity.” She concluded and raised an eyebrow at the blondes proposition.  “Are you asking me if I want to buy a private dance with you?” She asked and then it dawned on her that she’d seen the blonde on stage earlier on that night. “Oh, yes. You were great earlier by the way, uh...” Kindred stammered and attempted to pull herself together.. This was the woman’s job, it wasn’t like she was flirting with her or anything. “Um. Sure, if you’re offering I’ll buy a private dance from you.. Why not, right?”

[kindredramsey]

sms → alison x kindred

alison: we could cry together, i'm always down to cry. we can cry and then stuff our faces with food

kindred: yes. that sounds perfect. when are you free? or did i ask you that already?

kindred: i feel like i've been so out of it the last little while that things have been blurring together.

[kindredramsey]

LENNOX CARLSON

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“Kindred?” Lennox squinted in the dimly lit club, every fiber of their being concentrated on not laughing at the pure shock and incongruous nature of seeing Kindred Ramsey in a strip club. They knew a girl who was dancing tonight, her first dance, and they had come to support her and maybe take her out for drinks afterward. “What the hell are you going here?” Finally they couldn’t help but giggle. “You realize you’re in a strip club, right? Where people get pretty much naked?”

“Ah shit,” Kindred swore out loud (but only because she’d been drinking) as she had bumped into someone, and not only that, someone she knew. “Lennox! Hey...” She trailed off and tilted her head to the side and shrugged her shoulders sheepishly at the other. “Hi. Yes, I realize I’m in a strip club and that people get naked.” Kindred went on feeling somewhat defensive at how Lennox was saying her observations. “I know most people think I’m a prude. But I am not.” Kindred went on, arguing somewhat with the brunette. “I just felt like a different scene, that’s all. That and Scarlett broke up with me so I didn’t want to have to run into anyone I knew and have to talk about that which apparently isn’t something that happens here.” She huffed and took a sip of her drink. “Anyway, uh. What are you doing here?’

[kindredramsey]

sms → alison x kindred

alison: in my defense, a lot of shit has been happening so i get to cry over spilled drinks from time to time

kindred: that's true.

kindred: maybe i should let myself cry about scarlett or something.

kindred: i heard letting it out all makes you feel better.

kindred: we could cry together.

kindred: i really hope things can just slow down soon. get back to normal. i just want to spend time getting to feel myself again and more time with my friends. maybe even go visit my mom.

[kindredramsey]

LOLA P.

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While Lola was no stranger to strip clubs, both on television and in reality, they weren’t generally her cup of tea. Mostly because, the audience never knew how to act. The strippers themselves, were fine. They worked hard for their money and usually got a bad rep for what they do. But really, what was worse? Someone selling drugs to addicts or teens on the streets or someone taking their clothes off to make a quick, few, hundred bucks? When one stopped to think about it, the latter was much less damaging and harmless. At least, in Lola’s opinion. 

On her way out, after having been there for just well under an hour, Lola stood up. She’d had enough fun, or – as much as she could in a place like this and now, she was tapping out, typing away furiously on her phone, all in search of distractions so that – she could keep the night going. It wasn’t even midnight yet. And thus, it was too early to turn in and go home. Granted, as she made her way towards the exit, another woman nearly took a humiliating spill right in front of her. Thankfully, the damage (a truthfully, dramatic way of putting it, because it wasn’t that serious) was just a bump. Had there been a soiled drink involved, Lola would have been a lot less nicer. – Because duh, when designer clothes were ruined, that’s it. Might as well just toss them. The hassle of getting them properly fixed afterwards just wasn’t worth it. “Are you always this clumsy or is it just your current surroundings that have got you all hot and bothered?” Lola cracked a smirk, as she motioned with one twirling finger to their neighboring topless dancers. “See anything you like?” It wasn’t uncommon to find other women in strip clubs. But, most of the time they were just out celebrating getting engaged or married. It was a fun, aimless attraction for them. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Honestly, when Kindred did frequent strip clubs it was more-so because she knew that she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone if she didn’t want to and found the other bars around Wilmington to be full of chatty people. This was good because it was still somewhere you could get alcohol, there was loud music and naked women. Kindred knew that people had issues with strip clubs but she also knew this one wasn’t seedy like others and that the girls were treated well. That was unless there was a gross customer that came in but Kindred herself had seen it with her own eyes that those guys got the boot. 

What else was unusual was to be there with other women, especially young women like the one who was speaking to her somewhat condescendingly at the moment. Kindred had after all spilled on her, but still. “Probably this clumsy all the time,” the older woman answered a bit snarky, but not much because Kindred just didn’t have that kind of attitude and began to apologize profusely instead to the blonde. “But uh, yeah. Very, very hot dancers. Very good.” Kindred mumbled a response even though the question had probably been rhetorical. “Um, anyway, I’m going to go refill my drink. Can I give you money for a new shirt or anything? I really am sorry.”

[dianaxpalmer]

Molly was still in her scrubs when she entered Bespoke Coffee, not really finding the willpower to go home and change before being around normal people. It had been an especially… weird… day at work. There were the normal things, kids (unsuccessfully) pretending to be sick, one that was actually telling the truth, but then all of a sudden she had a freshman walk in after somehow having gotten bits of whatever his biology class was dissecting in his eye. How did it happen? She had absolutely no idea, and the kid wouldn’t tell her, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was this train of thought that so consumed her that she didn’t notice someone was in front of her until she’d already walked straight into them. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

[kindredramsey]

Kindred had decided that it was time to get out of the house and stop moping around and continue to live her life, even if Scarlett had dumped her and went to Bespoke Coffee to write. She had been feeling as though she was having writers block and so she was going to go outside for a bit, maybe find some inspiration when she felt someone bumping into her. This seemed to happen a lot in Wilmington, or maybe it just happened to Kindred. Maybe she sent some sort of weird signals out into the universe. “Ah, don’t even worry about it. Really. I bumped into someone at a bar the other night and spilled a drink on their shirt, this is nothing. I promise.” She waved her hand in the air reassuring the younger woman. “Are you okay though?” Kindred asked, raising an eyebrow in the air as she noticed that the stranger seemed to be in a bit of a hurry.

[savmarinarchive-deactivated2020]

So far, she’d lucked out; in and out of the hospital all day, she hadn’t had time to get lost in the city. But after a particularly horrendous day of dealing with interns whose MCAT scores out to go undergo thorough investigation, there was nothing more than Savannah cared to do than embrace the Grey’s Anatomy cliché of finding a niche bar after work and banking in on a drink. Brows knit as she looked over at the unfamiliar specials board, she spoke out loud primarily to herself and then eventually to the other at her side. “What do you think about these walk of shame shots? Jack Daniel’s, butterscotch schnapps and orange— I feel like it’s a trap for anything to sound that good and cheap at the same time.”

[kindredramsey]

Apparently, going to the bar and drinking her heartache away was something that Kindred was getting used to doing and so that's wehre she foound herself that night. At the bar yet again, looking over the different shots that she could get when someone started talking to her. She looked at the other woman and raised her eyebrows at her, smiling warmly. "Are you old enough to be in here, hon?" Kindred asked and if it had been anyone else asking the question it probably would have come out condescendingly but it was Kindred and she would never say anything that way. “These shots are kind of crazy though... I’ve hardly heard of any of them. Maybe help me out? Maybe I should just stick with a FireBall shot or a Tequila shot. What about you? What is your choice going to be?” Kindred asked and furrowed her eyebrow as she tried to think of what she wanted. “I’m Kindred by the way.”

[kindredramsey]

sms → kindred x annabel

Annabel: What kind of movies do you like? You can come over and watch something and I will get out the wine. Or something stronger, if necessary.

Annabel: Same, honestly, it is just surprising we did not earlier.

Annabel: Oh, are you allergic to dogs? I have an enormous Great Dane and he will want to help console you. He thinks he is a ladies man, I swear.

Kindred: Sure. I'll watch anything. I usually like romantic comedies, but not in the mood for that. So maybe some action related? Something that's harder then wine, for sure.

Kindred: True! Well, at least we're doing it now :).

Kindred: I'm not allergic to anything and I looooove dogs. Alexandria could tell you that or anyone else.

Kindred: That's so cute! What's your dogs name?

[kindredramsey]

sms → alison x kindred

alison: telling me not to cry right now is moot. i cried cause i thought about that folgers commercial today and how weird it is.

alison: that's more than fine by me whenever you want to go i'll be ready

kindred: uh oh. you're turning into one of those pregnant women. alright, i better watch out for that.

kindred: sounds good to me!

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VIOLET MURPHY

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Being located in the inside of a club or bar had become a second nature of Violet’s as she stood proudly, leaning upright against the bar and casting coquettish facial expressions at the bartender to suavely get her way into receiving a few more free drinks. The ringing club music reverberated against all four walls of the building, vibrating in the blonde’s chest as the foolish male bartender in front of her caved into her pouty lips, awarding her another mojito before Violet smooched at him and strode away. Her cockiness, however, suddenly gave way when another silhouette collided into her, the drink she’d just received faltering a bit, but being saved just in the nick of time. Violet steadied her beverage, exhaling sharply in huge relief. Fortunately, for the other individual, Violet distinguished who the other woman was swiftly, as well as her kindness, according her a small grin. “Trust me, Ramsey, I’ve dealt with a lot worse in this place, before. And, I can’t be too mad, I managed to save my drink, so the world isn’t going to end anytime soon. Still getting ahold of your party legs or something?”

Cursing under her breath once more at the fact that she’d spilled the rest of her very expensive drink on the floor and Violet’s shirt, she grumbled and shrugged at the brunette. “Something like that, I guess.” She went on and felt her face flush. “I’m not used to strip clubs so I kind of got distracted by... well, everything.” She added and went up to the bar so she could order a new drink. “I’m glad I didn’t stain your shirt or anything like that,” Kindred smiled at the other woman. “Anyway, what are you doing here? And can I at least buy you a shot or something as a real apology and if you’re not here with anyone, maybe you can be my wing-woman and show me the ropes around here.”