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[vaememes]

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[lexi-sinclair]

justchristhanks‌:

Chris wasn’t going to lie this girl was kind of intriguing to her. She was unlike anyone Chris had ever known. She’d grown up surrounded by ranches and then moved to Spokane for college, the type of people she interacted with there widened but honestly not that much. 

“Where are you from?” She asked unable to keep her questions to herself. She wanted to understand. What made this girl tick.

Chris let out a laugh despite herself. “You tried to bribe a mechanic?” She didn’t mean to sound so incredulous. “Now he’ll think you don’t know anything about cars. He’s going to take forever because he thinks you don’t know how long it should take.” She looked over at Lexi, “Though I will say thing getting anything delivered in this town takes for freaking ever. So if you needed a new part that could also be the problem.”

Everything about Lexi was the polar opposite of Boot Hill. She was large and grand, meant for the big city, while she thought Boot Hill was meant for the quiet and small. Of course it wasn’t right of her to make assumptions about a town she’d barely seen, but she was certain everyone would have something to say about her as well, which made it okay in her mind.

“Beverly Hills. California. How long have you been in Boot Hill?” Contrary to her bitchy and reserved attitude, Lexi loved to talk about herself. Just one of her narcissistic traits.

She shrugged, confused as to why it was such a big deal. Lexi was quite used to throwing money at her problems, since she had so much to spare, “I’d have better luck getting my car back at this point if I bought that man’s business from right under him. If he can’t fix a car in a weeks time, he probably shouldn’t own a mechanic shop.” Lexi glanced over at Chris, their eyes meeting momentarily, “Great, just another wonderful thing about this place, I suppose.”

[lexi-sinclair]

king-xf-fire‌:

Chase wasn’t usually the kind of person to stop and talk to strangers, if anything he let them stop him, making it seem like he was doing them the favour of stopping to talk to them. He liked to treated like a hero, lorded above everyone else, better than that. Not a failure from what he was supposed to be. A star. He was running down the main street for his morning run, a little later than usual but only because he couldn’t sleep last night, the same thoughts plaguing his mind, his eyes lingering on the body of a man, uniformed, badged. He’d noticed of late that it wasn’t just this one man, but men in general, he’d made such an effort to focus on women, and making comments publicly, loudly. He wasn’t even in denying that part of himself, he was straight up denying that part existed. 

As he was heading home he saw the woman almost go over into the middle of the road, the heels looking so out of place with their crimson red underside against the hard and unforgiving stone of the town. Approaching her with his biggest smile he leaned against the side of the building arms crossed as his confidence was about the only thing that shone through at this point. She was appealing to look at, he couldn’t deny that. “Funny I was going to ask you the same thing.” Voice dripping with honey-coated masculinity, the slight sheen of sweat clinging to his body as he just watched, if she wanted help, she would have to ask. He would play the role of a handsome rescuer, but his vanity wanted her to need him. To reply on him.

Lexi hated asking for help. She’d been taught all her life that it was a sign of being weak, and that no favor came without the strings attached. She wanted people to want her, not the other way around. Besides, Lexi had too much pride to rely on random strangers that were locals to the most bizarre town in existence.

She was quick to glance up at the male, her eyes narrow and cynical. He was hot, that much was clear to her, but something was off about him. He reminded her very much of the people she worked with, who liked to overcompensate for the things they hid about himself. But since Lexi had no desire to acquaintance herself with the people of this town, she pushed her thoughts back, rolling her eyes, and bringing her attention back to her heel. Was she expected to swoon at his attempts to help her? “That line usually work on people? Too bad I don’t take help from sweaty strangers.” Lexi wasn’t intrigued by his looks, mostly because she’d seen guys like him her entire life, part of her hoping he’d turn around and walk away.

[lexi-sinclair]

justchristhanks‌:

Chris climbed into her own side of the truck and started the engine. The truck was old and loud, and it had been rebuilt more than one time. But it’d gotten her across the country time and time again. So Chris figured there was no reason to give it up. 

She had to turn down the country station that was on to a background noise, and not the near unbearable volume she usually kept it at. She observed the girl again as she pulled onto the main road. 

“That is a pretty common story around here. Get a little turned around and suddenly you’re in Boot Hill.” She chuckled. She herself had gotten lost trying to find this town when she’d moved in. “Then let me guess you’re car is in the shop so you’re stuck and the mechanics around here…” Chris rolled her eyes. “God either they don’t know how to fix a car or they only work one day a week.” 

Chris’s truck was definitely not up to Lexi’s standards by any means, but she was helping her out, so Lexi wasn’t about to be even more of a bitch than she naturally was. Still, being in another car made her miss her Mercedes, which was still stuck in the mechanics shop.

Lexi couldn’t help but roll her eyes however, at the choice of music playing. It seemed as if this town fit every possible stereotype, right down to the unbearable music. She was much more of an R&B and pop fan herself, which she supposed also fit her own stereotype.

“Really? You get a lot of people who find themselves stuck in this town?” Her brow peaked up. If that were the case, at least it would explain why she was still stuck here too, why that damn shop was moving so slow. “I’m beginning to think that they really don’t know how to fix a damn car. Especially since I thought paying them double of what they charge would’ve sped things up.”

[lexi-sinclair]

emchav‌:​

Being back in Boot Hill after working halfway across the world was certainly strange. He grew up in town, he could recite every street and every corner with no problem, and yet this place suddenly felt so unfamiliar. It was an odd feeling, one he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but one that made him feel quite uneasy. It was like time had completely stopped and everyone was doing exactly the same thing they’d been doing when he’d first managed to leave a few years ago. Nothing had really changed. Which was perhaps why he came to a complete halt when he spotted her; she looked completely out of place, like someone had cut her out from one of those fashion magazines and just plopped her down in the middle of Nowhere, Arizona. She certainly wasn’t dressed for the town, as was clearly painfully evident by the fact that one of her heels had snapped. A part of him almost felt bad for her, but a bigger part of him was just curious as to why the fuck she was walking around in heels in the desert, and if she really expected anything but what had just happened to happen. So he let his feet carry him over to her, that sarcastic tone of her voice enough for him to roll his own eyes; she clearly wasn’t from around her. “No,” he began, his gaze turning down to the heel in her hand. “But you clearly do, don’t you?” His voice almost came out as sarcastic as her own, feigning a more Hollywood-ish accent while speaking, unable to help the amused smirk that tugged at his lips. “You need super glue for that.”

Lexi grew up living in the same place her entire life, except this town, was no where close to that. Even if it had been a week of being stuck in Boot Hill, she had no desire to make friends or learn anything about this place. At most, she’d use it as an anecdote in interviews to make her seem more ‘relatable’ or whatever the hell her publicist meant. Some people in this town had been nice enough, decent enough for her to not be a total bitch on purpose, but then, there had been people who weren’t so nice, as if Lexi chose to be stuck in this god awful hell. She glanced up at the man in front of her. She would’ve thought he was attractive, if he hadn’t opened his mouth. Lexi instinctively crossed her arms around her chest. “And who exactly are you? Except being terrible at impressions that is.” She was quick to take note of his mocking of her voice, her eyebrows furrowing. As if an accent that came out a Clint Eastwood movie was anything to rave over. Part of growing up with never having to work for anything in life, meant that Lexi wasn’t really the handiest, or the most resourceful for that matter. If something broke, she simply threw it away, knowing that it would just be easier to go and replace them. Lexi let out a dry laugh, rolling her eyes again at the smirk on his face, “I don’t really fix things”

[lexi-sinclair]

antcnellas‌:​

Growing up with a desire for flare and riches, it wasn’t entirely lost upon her when she saw a woman like the one that she’d witnessed broken her heels. Though she stopped showing off her money after years of living in Boot Hill, she knew the feeling of something as nice as a Louboutin breaking the way it did. In fact, seeing it happen to the woman… well, it was definitely difficult to watch. Cringing to herself, Andie wondered whether or not she should go over and do something to help. At first she was just going to go on her way, but this raven-haired beauty reminded her of ‘home’… the home that she had after leaving Vegas to marry the ‘man of her dreams’. She’d grown accustomed to the weirdness that was Boot Hill, and actually felt like she was thriving. Someone who seemed to love the glitz and glam of Los Angeles sure did take to being in a town like this. Finally, she decided that she’d take the initiative — she felt familiar. Why not? Though, the minute she made the effort …. well, Andie kind of wished she didn’t. “No, but I’m sure I can help you with something,” she responded, rolling up the sleeves of her leather jacket and then hiking up her jeans so that she could squat down. “I saw that unfortunate accident and it literally pained my soul. I would never walk around here in anything except the ugly ‘sensible’ shoes they sell around here.” She got a closer look at the heel and sighed, shaking her head. Sucking into her teeth, Andie tsk’d at the look of the shoe and then ended up sitting beside her. After all, she’d already put herself in the position to meet a new person. Even if she wasn’t the nicest seeming, she imagined there was a time and place maybe they could get along. “I’m going to assume you’re not from around here, hm?”

Lexi might’ve come off to most as dumb and egotistical to most, but one thing she certainly was, was self-aware. Lexi was very much aware of how privileged she was. Never having to really work hard for anything in life, and always getting what she wanted. In fact, she was sure that if the dictionary was recreated using images only, you’d find a picture of Lexi right next to the word privileged, or maybe even entitled. Lexi was also aware of where she fit in life. The only option that had ever made sense to her was being in California, modeling and traveling and living the life of any rich and famous person. Lexi wasn’t meant for a small town like Boot Hill, Arizona “Fortunately, I don’t intend to stay here long enough to own a pair of those. My heels are usually very sensible, when I’m not surrounded by sand and dust.” Before Lexi had a chance to really say anything else, she found herself seated next to the other woman, her brows raising, “Beverly Hills.” She spoke curtly, not really sure why exactly she chose to stick around, despite how rude Lexi came off at first glance.

[lexi-sinclair]

justchristhanks‌:

She chuckled to herself. This girl was something else. Rude, brash, and entertaining. “Only a pair of crappy shoes to gain.” She joked. Chris led the way slowly back to her old blue chevy. She unlocked it and opened the door for the girl. 

“I’m Chris.” She answered offering a hand to help the girl into the truck. High heels weren’t usually very conducive to climbing into the cab. Though Chris couldn’t really walk in high heels either so maybe it was a personal problem and not one that applied to those who just casually wore high heels. 

“and do you have a name? and if we’re sharing what brought you to Boot Hill?” She couldn’t help the curiosity that bled through to the last part of the question. This girl looked more like she belonged in Hollywood or maybe New York.

Lexi never really thought much about what she said. That’s usually what happens when you grow up with a silver spoon. She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head.

Doing anything in heels had never really been a problem for Lexi. I mean, hell, she walked in heels for a living, she could run a mile in them if she’d felt like it. “Nice to meet you, Chris.” Lexi would probably forget her name, as well as everyone else’s in this town the second she left, but she’d be cordial in the mean time.

Her brow rose at the questions thrown at her. “I’m Lexi. I didn’t really intend to come to this town, it’s more of just an inconvenient stop on a road trip I was on.” Lexi knew from the moment she first stepped into this place that she’d never fit in, not that it was something she wanted, which is why she was more than happy to leave as soon as she could

[lexi-sinclair]

tonydimitriu‌:

@boothillstarters​

Tony wouldn’t call it a habit or a routine, per se, but he had one hell of a sweet tooth. It was all the papanasi Tony’s mother would stuff her son with since infancy. God, he missed her so much. And more free time over the weekend on days he lets Mads take over the shop. But one of his favorite spots in town was Cheri’s and whenever he had spare time, he would occasionally drop by in the late-afternoons to indulge himself. Not to mention he enjoyed owner Cheri’s company and small talk from time to time - she was a nice woman. Tony proceeded toward the stand but didn’t join the line when he noticed a nearby woman in obvious hardship. Moments earlier he noticed the same figure walking from Chuy’s direction. But now with an initial closer glance at the tall, dark-haired woman, Tony recognized she was fresh to town and far, to say the least, from her origins. He hesitated for a moment to go over to her. Her appearance told him that she was a big girl and she’d seen problems that she’d been able to get herself out of easily. Tony lived [to the best of his abilities] by a simple motto: speak only when spoken to. Yet Tony felt a twinge of pity as he thought of just walking off. Call him old-fashioned, but he knew his mother would beat his ass from Brooklyn if she knew he turned his back on a woman in trouble. He reluctantly stepped toward her. Tony was greeted by the woman as he expected, with a sharp and quick tongue. He observed her current situation and couldn’t help but allow a laugh to emerge from his mouth. “Somethin’ I can help you with?” he retorted. “Chuy won’t be able to fix that, unfortunately,” Tony remarked, pointing a finger toward her polished shoes. “But I’m sure you can find something at the church, they’re always donating to the needy."  

Lexi was in no way attempting to become acquainted this town, assuming she’d be gone soon enough. She didn’t care for the little bars and bakeries, used to a much grander life back home. This town was nothing more than a sand dune that she unfortunately landed in on her way to greener pastures, both literally and figuratively. And just as Lexi had little care for the physical town, she was in no way trying to make any friends. That’s what she’d been taught as a child, after all. That it’s embarrassing and beneath her to associate with a lesser kind, which is honestly, what majority of this town consisted of. No one ever told her that listening to her parents and thinking that way was wrong or fucked up in any sense, so she went on with her beliefs, coming off as privileged and arrogant to most around her. Lexi scoffed, glancing up at the man above her, “I have a hard time believing that Chuy knows how to fix anything, let alone a car.” Lexi’s eyes nearly bulged out at his offer. The needy? “I’ll have to pass, I’d rather be barefoot than risk a disease from second-hand shoes.”

[southboundhq]

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[lexi-sinclair]

justchristhanks‌:

Chris nodded, “Yeah but I’m pretty sure its a few streets over.” She said motioning the way she new the boutique was. “and I’m sure you can walk it, but my truck is right there.” She motioned to the old blue truck a few spots behind her.  “So if you want a lift, I’m offering.” 

“If it helps at all I’m a fire fighter. Not like you know creepy.” Chris almost rolled her eyes at herself. That is most certainly not a good way to flirt. Usually she was much better at this, but she’s a little rusty after spending the last two years engaged and out of practice.

Lexi shifted her gaze to the truck. She’d never been in one, but then again, she’d also never been in a town like this. She was sure this had to be some elongated dream that occurred while she was still hopped up on drugs, and well, if it were a dream, what’s the worst that could happen?

So Lexi nodded, accepting the ride, “Okay, not like I have anything left to lose anyways.” Her words must have come off as rude, which was unintentional on her part. But her brow did quirk up at the woman, still trying to figure out if she was flirting with her or not, “So firefighter, you got a name?”

[lexi-sinclair]

charlottetabott‌:

the  painted  sky  was  particularly  slow.  the  activity  would  come  in  bursts,  where  for  ten  whole  minutes  lotte  would  have  something  to  do  to  keep  her  hands  busy  but  then  the  meandering,  listless  seconds  would  keep  ticking  while  the  minutes  never  seemed  to  stack  up.  she’d  been  staring  out  the  window  for  a  while  now,  head  bobbing  to  the  spotify  playlist  that  she  played  in  the  shop.  when  she  saw  black  hair,  for  a  moment  she  thought  it  was  lilith  walking  by  but  even  she  knew  not  to  wear  heels  in  the  desert.  and  just  like  that,  the  other  woman’s  shoe  snapped.  and  before  she  even  really  registered  what  she  was  doing,  lotte  was  out  the  door  with  a  pair  of  shoes  in  hand.  

❛  i  have  some  shoe  glue  in  my  shop,  ❜  lotte  offered,  a  sympathetic  smile  on  her  face,  calling  out  from  a  few  feet  away  as  she  got  closer.  beauty  queens  don’t  prosper  in  deserts,  at  least  that’s  what  she’d  thought  when  she’d  initially  gotten  to  this  dingy  little  town.  there  was  something  about  boot  hill  that  had  saved  lotte’s  life  but  she  was  happy  that  it  was  starting  to  bring  her  people  that  reminded  her  of  who  she  once  was.  lotte  extended  the  sandals  she  was  holding  to  alexis.  ❛  i  don’t  have  any  weird  kind  of  toe  fungus  or  warts,  but  you  look  like  you  could  use  these.  they’ve  just  been  lying  around  my  shop  from  when  i  did  inventory  last  week.  they’ll  be  a  little  big,  but  at  least  you  won’t  have  to  wobble.  ❜

Lexi was seriously regretting her packing skills. Though, to be fair, she had hoped to end up somewhere with at least a little glamour, such as New Orleans. Although nothing could compare to the beauty of Beverly Hills and everything she held so precious about the city. She’d gladly take her broken home over a life in the desert. On top of being emotionally lost and hopeless, Lexi was beginning to feel those same feelings physically, stuck in a town she had no desire to be in.

The raven-haired beauty finally looked up, taking quick note of the other woman who was speaking to her. She looked... normal, well, as normal as anyone could look or be in Boot Hill, Arizona. She offered her a small smile, perhaps the first she’d had since arriving into town, “Thank you, but I really should pay you. I’ve been meaning to get some... sand-friendly shoes, just for the temporary time I’m here.”

[lexi-sinclair]

justchristhanks‌:​

Chris raised her eyebrows at the sharp tone the girl spoke in. Chris wasn’t stupid, even she could tell this girl wasn’t from around here. You didn’t wear heels that high in the middle of a town like Boot Hill. Nor did she think a local would own clothes that cost more than her rent. 

She’d watched the heel of her too fancy shoes break, and she felt bad for her. It didn’t hurt that the girl was beautiful in a way that she’d only seen on instagram before. Chris wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to flirt with a pretty girl. Even if only to prove that she could.

“More like what can I help you with. One of us has functioning shoes on.” She said looking down to her own shoes. 

“I thought you could maybe use a hand.” 

Lexi looked up, one of her brows raising as the girl spoke. If there was one thing she hated doing, was accepting or asking for any help. Having the idea jammed into her head from the time she was young that asking for help meant not only looking weak, but owing someone in the world a favor. And Alexis Sinclair did not do favors.

She couldn’t quite gauge if the other girl meant something more by her words, but put that thought in the back of her mind. She’d grown used to all types of people taking their chance at flirting with her, even if she did only bat for the other team. It was flattering, most of the time.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sure there’s some establishment that sells a decent pair of temporary shoes.”

[lexi-sinclair]

altheacarlton‌:

Althea never made it a point to get involved in other people’s business, she usually had no interest to, but Boot Hill wasn’t exactly famous for its high-end bars or expensive alcohol. Every drop of alcohol that could be found in the town was probably as cheap as they come, she’d learned not to expect more from her six months spent in the town, so the other woman’s response had her intrigued. Perhaps she was new to town, and expected there to be something better than this, but this really was as good as it got. “So why are you here?” she asked, grabbing the glass of shot and bringing it back; perhaps she’d make use of it in a bit. “This is probably the most expensive shot you can get in town and it’s still low-grade,” she continued, shrugging her shoulders. “Were you expecting to find anything else here? Or are you just here for the entertainment of the inevitable bar fights?”

Lexi had learned in the past few days to keep her expectations lowered when it came to the great Boot Hill, Arizona. Truthfully, if you’d asked her to take that shot two weeks ago, no matter how shitty the alcohol was, Lexi would’ve happily agreed and probably ordered a round for the entire bar. But it wasn’t two weeks ago and Lexi was trying to get better, so she could eventually go back home. Even if that meant getting through her time in this hellhole sober, she’d do in. “Just trying to pass the time. My car’s been in the shop for a week, so I’ve just been waiting around, I suppose.” Lexi’s brow peaked up, “Guess I’m just not really big on day drinking.” She let out a dry chuckle. Bar fights. It felt like she was 19 again with a fake ID, just sneaking around to get a moment alone. Except she was 29, and a bar was pretty much the last place she should’ve been, “Oh, the bar fights, definitely. It has been a while since I’ve been one of those.”

[lexi-sinclair]

visitedupon‌:

it took only one look to know this woman wasn’t of boot hill. if never seeing her before wasn’t an indication, her attire certainly was. dress and heels, it was so out of place she could’ve been wearing janitor coveralls and it would’ve been less distracting. “you goin’ to a debutante ball or somethin’?” sonny’s brows creasing in the middle, he’s the picture of amusement. the majority of the clientele at the bucking horse wore cowboy boots, high heeled shoes were more of an olive branch bar thing. inhaling off his cigarette, he bends his neck towards the batwing doors and surveys the dominellis getting rowdier by the minute. “there’s a whole dominelli clan and half of ‘em hate each other. birthday parties aren’t exactly fun with those folk.” sonny explains. if this woman plans to stay in boot hill, there’s a whole list of last names she’s going to have to learn, his own usually the most prevalent. “you can take your chances, though. i’m not your dad.”

The brunette was certainly aware that she was better off than most people in this town, maybe even combined. But Lexi knew that she had her own faults, so it was taking a lot in her to not come off sounding as pretentiously rude as she was. Her nose crinkled at the question, “They don’t really have those where I’m from.” Unlike Lexi, the man across from her looked like he fit right into this damn town, which was seemingly becoming more and more the bane of her existence. As the noise from inside the bar grew louder, Lexi glanced in the direction of the sound, “Somehow I don’t doubt that.” Her eyes couldn’t help but look at where the terrible cloud of smoke was coming from. Lexi had always found cigarettes disgusting, the smell, the taste. She’d been forced to try one for a photo shoot and almost threw up from the rancid taste, which is of course why she just couldn’t keep her mouth shut, “Anyone ever tell you cigarettes aren’t good for you?”

[lexi-sinclair]

Lexi was actually starting to miss Beverly Hills. Sure it was toxic as hell and practically destroyed her life, but at least it was home. It was certainly clear to Lexi that her and Boot Hill wouldn’t be getting along anytime soon, they were far too different. So, she’d done what she’d done everyday for the past week: stop by Chuy’s Auto Service, who, unsurprisingly, had still not finished fixing her car despite offering them double the price, and walk around the town aimlessly with a cup of coffee in her hand. every part of this place felt like some bad fever dream, down to the music that had already given her several headaches. And just Lexi’s luck, she had no where near the proper attire to fit into this place. Everything she owned had some form of a designer label, and because she wasn’t anticipating on getting a workout in during her “roadtrip,” she’d neglected to pack any other shoes besides heels and house slippers. Let’s just say the sandy town wasn’t fairing well for her collection, each day coming home with dirt and dust covering the heel. So of course, Alexis was already slightly pissed that she was ruining her own shoes walking all over this dingy place, and that annoyance was only furthered by the sound of a snap. Her precious Louboutin heel was completely broken, leaving her taller on one side. Lexi let out a groan, taking a seat on one of the benches and removing her heel, examining the obvious break. It was as she was looking down that she felt a shade come over here, indicating that a person had clearly seen her mishap and had something to say about it. Without bothering to look up, Lexi rolled her eyes, speaking in a sarcastic tone, “Something I can help you with?”

@boothillstarters​

[visitedupon]

sonny feels like he’s spent most of his life inside this bar. he’s been working there since he was seventeen, almost twenty five now, and he’s accepted a long time ago that this will be his life. maybe he won’t always work at the bucking horse, maybe he’ll get a legitimate office job or some such, but his life will always be boot hill. mostly, he’s fine with it, but occasionally, he’ll get a moment where his heart feels like it’s been hit with a jolt of electricity. a rare, fleeting moment where the idea of being here forever, being this forever, makes him want to scream. he could scream now, if he wanted to, virtually alone outside the bar. the sounds of indistinct conversation and the twangy sound of wanda jackson makes dusk at the bucking horse seem somewhat otherworldly, a dreamy haze that transfixes sonny as he stares ahead, enjoying his cigarette break with the palpable apathy of a tenured bartender. leaning against the wall outside the batwing doors, sonny sees someone approaching. surprisingly, usually content to ignore others like they’re likely to ignore any macclean, he finds himself speaking: “wouldn’t go in there. the dominellis are celebratin’ a birthday.” by the end of the night, sonny knows he’ll be cleaning up broken tables and shattered pint glasses, and he only has so many cigarette breaks in a night.

[lexi-sinclair]

Lexi was really starting to feel like she was on drugs again, like this was some bad acid trip. She knew that some towns weren’t as... refined as she would like, but it felt like she was in some Wild West movie. This place reeked of cigarettes and gasoline, and she was looking forward to leaving here as soon as she could. But with how long this damn autoshop was going to take, Alexis wasn’t sure when she’d be able to leave. So, she was going to make the best of it. Have some fun, sober fun, but regardless, fun. Lexi put away her suspicions of a place called the “Bucking Horse” and walked over there in a dress and heels, regretting it deeply as the sand ruined yet another pair of expensive shoes. She was halfway to the door when she turned around, looking at the man who spoke, “The Domiwhos? Besides, it’s a birthday, aren’t those supposed to be fun?” Alexis spoke, leaning against the wall opposite to him and crossed her arms.

[catclemonte]

It was an unusual and rare thing to find Althea in a bar, much less so early on in the evening, but seven night shifts in a row with a whole lot of sick children to try and treat, her stress levels were shot through the roof. Unable to sleep more than a few short hours with her mind running a hundred miles an hour, she figured a little alcohol in her system would help ease her back into sleep once she got home and perhaps provide the distraction from work that she so badly craved. She’d wildly underestimated her tolerance, though; one beer in, and she was already regretting it. It wasn’t so much so that she was drunk, but tipsy and not liking the feeling of not being fully in control of herself. There was a shot on the bar in front of her, though, one of two she’d ordered in with the beer to get her going. She couldn’t do it, though, and she wasn’t about to throw it out either. Turning her head, she put on a bright smile to the person next to her and slid the shot glass along the bar counter in their direction. “All yours,” she began, gesturing toward the shot. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I get that in me so please, take it.” / @boothillstarters

[lexi-sinclair]

Lexi was just about convinced that the universe had some evil vendetta against her. It’d been one week since she found herself stranded in the desert hell-hole, with absolutely nothing to do. There were only so many books a girl could read before she wanted to scream into a pillow about how romance is nothing how it is in the books. Not even close. The only thing she’d discovered walking around this nightmare of a town, was that it was likely the set of one too many Clint Eastwood movies. Her feet hurt, and all she wanted was a glass of water, even if she was highly suspicious about the water filtration systems of Boot Hill, Arizona. Lexi had a promise to herself, she wasn’t going to drink, anymore. But sitting on the sticky bar stool made her want to throw that out the window. She was just minding her business, when a voice rang clear, making her turn her head. The shot was tempting, that was for sure, but... Lex knew she had to be better, so she shook her head, “Sorry, but no thanks, low-grade alcohol doesn’t sound to appetizing to me.”