occupation: full time barista, part time bartender
neighborhood: south hills
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sometimes i'm in a room
where I don't belong
and the house is on fire,
and there's no alarm
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bullet points;
- moved to Wilmington at two
- technical youngest of 3 (Olivia's 8 years older, Keegan is 5 minutes older)
- works full time as a barista but pulls shifts as a bartender to distract herself bring extra money in
- jokingly calls herself her sisters' keeper even if that's not far from the truth
- obsessed with bad jokes and coffee
- randomly taught herself to play guitar at 12
- has an apartment in south hills that she's barely ever at because she's either sleeping at her mothers' or her sister's
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full biography;
mental illness trigger warning
Born two hours up the interstate, moving to town at the ripe age of two, Dakota was the younger twin by five minutes born into a loving family of two mothers and a doting big sister. Wanting nothing, lacking nothing, the Logarzos were the picture perfect albeit unconventional family.
She always had a sense of recklessness about her. Following her big sister to she was getting up to (a feat hard to do when Olivia was 8 years older and a lot bigger, but she managed) or finding trouble with her twin sister, Dakota had developed the label of the twin that was harder to handle.
It worked well in her favor, sort of written off while the focus shifted to her sisters, Olivia and Keegan a lot more book smart while Dakota had her street smarts. That was how it went most of their lives and she was fine with that. She was the troublemaker twin. The one people wrote off. Comparing her to her sisters before realizing that was useless.
She didn't need books. She didn't need a fancy college degree…though she did try her hand at business school after high school while taking shifts between being a barista and a bartender before realizing it wasn't going to teach her any more than she already knew. What she lacked in education she made up for with hard work at whatever job she was doing.
It was at 24 she decided to try to learn more about the man who impregnated her mom via IVF, the man who gave her moms the two for one special, though the decision came after Keegan started acting…off. It wasn't hard to dig up little bits of information here and there, and it turned into a secret project. She told no one, turned a small corner of her room into one of those boards, trying to piece together the past no one knew about.
She didn't like what she discovered. The handful of times she connected with the man it was like looking into a mirror image of her twin sister, though much worse. It sparked a fear in her that something wasn't right. Then the truth was uncovered; he was schizophrenic, and soon Dakota and family would learn Keegan was too.
She started second guessing herself; was the recklessness a sign or was she that young and dumb? She threw herself into her work; spending the time she wasn't being her sister's keeper into work. No one seemed the wiser; she was always protective, and a hard worker. They never think she's chasing away potential demons.
It felt like a very long time she'd last been out and about. Even longer since the last time she'd gone out without any plans, just her and whatever the night held for her. It felt nice, though, giving herself opportunity to unwind. Following the woman's words, her eyes shifter towards the man, who offered her a smile in return and was ready to start another story. While she'd come for some entertainment and was sure the man could be just that - entertaining, she still preferred a drink or two first. "I think I'll pass." She broke the eye contant and returned her attention towards the woman behind the bar. "I'm feeling like it's a tequila night."
If it wouldn't have killed her wallet, she'd have paid for the entire woman's tab at how effortlessly she had shut down the man talking her ear off. She watched the guy visibly deflate, Dakota offered a shrug. "Sorry, man. Pretty girl isn't interested. Drink your water." She turned back. "Tequila it is. Good choice."
sloane decided after the day she had, she could use a drink before she headed home. she knew her boys were already in bed. she had people in her life that were so willing to be there for her in that way, which she was thankful about. she really was just trying to make a better life for both herself and the boys, which she felt as though she was doing an okay job at.
plopping down at the bar, she looked up at the bartender and lifted her shoulders up in a shrug. "i'm not going to entertain any drunk men. i will take a margarita though." she announced, eyes glancing over the bar and at the bartender.
"Wouldn't dream of making you entertain any drunk asshole, he got into this mess all himself." She got started on the margarita. "I just feel like I need to warn people at this point until the cab I called gets here. If it gets here. He's not getting the hint even the bar itself has stopped listening."
She'd never admit making the cocktails was the better part of the night but she blamed that on her creative side. "And...one margarita, ready for consumption." \
For a long time, Ethan avoided stepping foot into any of the bars or pubs in town. Ever since he’d lost his friend in the alley outside a similar establishment, the images flashed before his eyes on a near daily basis. They only worsened when he walked into a place like this. When he walked into TRIC the first time, he’d admittedly been a little wary. Now, pressing his palms into fists, he settled in the seat a few stools away from the man he was here to pick up. As the bartender approached, informing him that his client for the night was a hell of a storyteller, Ethan groaned softly. “He lives at least thirty minutes away,” he complained to no one in particular, maybe the bartender. “Just a club soda. I have to stay alert because he’s clearly out of his senses.” / @kotalogarzo
She felt bad for the guy, really she did, but once they left the bar they stopped being her problem. Dakota at the bar was a different Dakota; she cared less here. She didn't have to care so much here. Here was just extra money. "I'm slowly trying to convince him water still exists and it's just as good. It turns to mumbling after ten or so minutes before it kicks up again. Like a car that doesn't want to stay working." She slid the glass over. "I take it back by the way; if you have to take this guy home? Everything is on the house."
Donnie sighed loudly and tried to offer the woman a small smile. "Can you just give me the stronger, cheapest whiskey you have? It's been a long day." He explained slowly, shaking his head. Their last call had ended up pretty bad for the victims and it made him feel helpless.
"I'll do you one better; strongest but not the cheapest. I'm not kidding when I say first one is on me. Besides, you look like you can use a little break." She wasn't typically one to buy someone drinks, unless it was a date, but tips were good. Karma, whatever. "Y'can fight me if you want, but I'll even go more than one round."+
Ariya pushed open the door to the bar, taking in the lively scene at TRIC—her gaze searching for Dakota. Spotting the woman in question, she also took note of the old guy at the bar, drunk and rambling to no one in particular. Heading over, she sat down right in front of her friend’s younger sister and said. "I'd say your generous offer couldn't have come at a better time. After the day I've had, I'm tempted to ask for something stronger than what you're allowed to serve." She eyed the older gent. "I deal with enough incoherent ramblings at the hospital. I think I'll pass on deciphering his epic saga."
She flipped the rag around in her hand, absentmindedly nodding her head as the old man continued to ramble. "Yeah yeah, how about we switch out the whiskey for water, yeah? You've hit your limit." Dakota glanced at Ari, smirked a little. "You'd be surprised, unless you want something like rocket fuel, there's some strong shit they keep hidden." She looked back at the old man. "Hey, wait if you're here does that mean Liv is about to hunt my ass down? Because I may or may not have left her kitchen a disaster." She grabbed a glass and started pouring Ari something strong. "And may have also not cleaned it up before realizing I was going to be late."
It was turning into one of those nights Dakota believed in drinking on the job when she was bartending. Alas that was only reserved for coffee...but damn she could use it between her phone constantly ringing and the older gentleman too many whiskeys deep telling stories about...something she lost the plot on an hour ago.
"Fair warning, he's one too many shots of whiskey deep, but he's a hell of a storyteller if you can keep up with the plot." She grabbed a rag, wiped the bar down. "Pick your poison. I'm feeling generous, first one is on me."
