party girls don't get hurt.

Lili Bowen, 23. Bartender at the Crowe Bar. London is my home, but Wales is in my bones.

[scott-mcg]

Good. Sandwiches are on me. C’mon Grumpygills.

Nope. No thanking me, Lils. I ain’t got a lot of friends around here… Well… Anywhere. And you’re like a little sister to me. Ain’t that difficult for me when it comes to takin’ care of my family.

[lilixbowen]

Hey, no, I can buy my own. I’m not that broke.

Little sister... huh. I’m so used to be the big sister. This is going to be weird. 

[astatinehearts]

[scott-mcg]

[reaches forward and hugs her again] Cut that out. Last thing you gotta do is apologize to me. God knows you’ve dealt with enough of my shit. When do you have to be at work? Because I’m thinkin’ you and me should get some sandwiches and make fun of people running in the park.

[lilixbowen]

Oh, I’m sure I’m much more difficult to be around than you are, but I appreciate the sentiment. [She smiles wryly.] Anyway. I’ve got a while, so making fun of people running in the park it is. 

...Thanks, Scott. Really.

[lilixbowen]

scott-mcg:

You wanna talk about it?

[She smiles wryly.] Not even a little. But thanks-- and sorry I got all dramatic on you for a second there.

[lilixbowen]

scott-mcg:

[His expression goes serious and his arms tighten around her shoulders] Hey, now. What’s wrong, then? 

[She shook her head, pulling back.] Nothing. I just-- it’s nothing. Been a long summer, is all.

[girlsthatloveweed]

[lilixbowen]

scott-mcg:

Well I was a little worried you were going to go all rabid on me for a minute there. [opens arms] do you need a hug or something?

[She opens her mouth to say no, before shaking her head and stepping forward to hug him, the backs of her eyes stinging.] Everything sucks, honestly. 

[lilixbowen]

princesscordova:

Well, I’m currently jobless, so it’s the least I can do.

Hey, I think being unemployed has more dignity than working where I do. Don’t worry-- I’m sure you’ll find something soon.

[lilixbowen]

princesscordova:

I packed you a lunch.

...You packed me a lunch. [Torn between laughing or crying, she rubs her hands over her face.] Fuck. Thank you. I’m sorry.

[lilixbowen]

scott-mcg:

Easy there, cujo. Just trying to check in with my favorite blondie. How’s it going, aside from the hangover?

Cujo? Really?

Things are going as well as ever, I suppose.

[loosetooth777]

[lilixbowen]

are you insane like me? been in pain like me? bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?

[lilixbowen]

caleigh-faye:

Oh… well, I guess I’ll keep my distance then. There’s a lot of bars in London, why not work somewhere else then? 

I dunno... I’ve worked there a long time. I’m used to it. Besides, the fact that they’re shit means that they’re less likely to fire me. They’re desperate for help, actually.

[lilixbowen]

caleigh-faye:

That is definitely cruel irony. Which bar do you work at?

The Crowe Bar-- it’s shit, really.

[lilixbowen]

caleigh-faye:

Ahh, it’s never a good idea to drink before you have to go to work the next day. I’ve done that a few too many times. Yeah, no problem.

You wanna know the best part? I work at a bar. My life is full of cruel irony.

[lilixbowen]

caleigh-faye:

One of those days, huh? I think we’ve all been there. Can I help with anything?

Nah, there’s not really anything to be done. I was asking for this when I went out last night, really. Should’ve known better. Thanks anyway, though.

[lilixbowen]

caleigh-faye:

Sorry, I wasn’t trying to bother you. I just thought you might like to know your shirt is on backwards. 

Oh, for fuck’s sake--

[She sighs.] This morning has been horrific.

[lilixbowen]

Look, no offense, but I’m hungover as shit and I’ve gotta be getting to work. If you’ve got something important to say, it would be great if you could just... spit it out.