is there life on mars?

twenty nine ☆ IT specialist ❛❛ It's a godawful small affair to the girl with the mousy hair. But her mummy is yelling no and her daddy has told her to go. ❜❜ santa monica or bust

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Phobe Cole:

Listening to the order she gave Phobe couldn’t help her eyebrows from furrowing as she listened to the way the other female gave the order. Making a jerking motion as if she was jerking off she couldn’t help rolling her eyes slightly as she listened to her continue on with the order. As she finally hung up the phone Phobe let out a loud huff of air. “Oh my fucking god. You sounded like you were going to cum in your pants just placing the order.” She told her finally completely sitting up and looking at her. “It sounds like a much different type of experience if you ask me.” 

Catching half of the jerking off motion, Mars couldn’t bother holding back the laughter that erupted when she hung up the phone, even if the other woman was huffing at her. “What can I say? The pizza brings it out in me. It’s... very good pizza. I think it’d be accurate to say it’s a sexual experience,” she agreed, her smile unembarrassed, even if she should’ve been. “In which case, tell anyone who says Joe’s isn’t the best that they’re... a prude, I guess?”

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“Say it again,” Mars moaned over the phone, voice so low it could only be heard by a few people around her at the benches near the entrance of the Santa Monica Pier. There was a pause when the other person on the phone spoke, and Mars reacted with a groan. “Oh god, yes. And extra pepperoni, too. Make it two orders of the cheesy twists you were talking about and a two liter of Sprite for the kiddos. Thanks.”

“Listen, don’t believe anyone who says they know the greatest pizza in Santa Monica if they don’t say Joe’s. Tell ‘em to go straight to hell, because that should be considered blasphemy,” she said, beaming up at the nearest passerby after hanging up her phone. “Joe’s is a religious experience.”

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Sofia Brooks:

“I understand that your system shows that we placed an order for 150 peonies, but I’m telling you, Rebecca, that we submitted an order for hydrangeas.” Sofia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, silently willing her migraine to disappear, before shaking her head, as if she could be seen through the phone. Hearing what she thought to be her named called at the coffee counter, her phone was shouldered in favor of reaching for her coffee, turning to make her way out of the shop, but ultimately coming to a stop before reaching the door. Walking and talking required too much effort. “No, I’m not doubting that your peonies are beautiful, but hydrangeas were my bride’s late mother’s favorite flower–” Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Sofia refrained from turning around, holding a finger over shoulder to signal that she needed a second. “The wedding is in two weeks–” Another tap, again ignored in favor of sipping her coffee as Rebecca spoke (it tasted odd, but she was too preoccupied to do anything about it), but followed by a third, Sofia’s temper got the better of her, turning to finally face the other. “What?” Her hand flew out, and it was then that her gaze fell to the cup in her hand…with another’s name written on it. It wasn’t her coffee. Shoulders deflating, her gaze fell almost apologetically to the other. “…Rebecca, I’ll be calling you back.” The phone was promptly hung up and pocketed, an almost embarrassed flush covered her cheeks. 

“You big huge dork!” Mars stage whispered, waiting patiently for Sofia to get off the phone so she could pluck the stolen cup out of Sofia’s hands, place both of their coffees on a table next to them, and give her friend one of her signature warm, enveloping bear hugs. Today, like a lot of days, Mars needed the hug but it looked like Sofia needed it more. “I don’t think my Christmas flavored chai tea is going to help your alertness, exhaustion, or annoyance as that vendor,” she insisted. “You wanna sit a minute? Drink some coffee that’s actually coffee?”

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Melrose Miller:

Melrose followed her yoga instructor’s instructions to a T—or at least tried to. She might have the body of a ballerina, but there was absolutely nothing graceful about her. In fact, it was a miracle her boss at the diner hadn’t fired her already given the number of mugs and plates she broke every week. She was so focused on her movements she barely noticed how close she was standing to the pathway as she moved her arms around and accidentally hit some poor unsuspecting person who was walking by. “Oh, shit,” she cursed, causing the rest of the people in her yoga class to glare at her. Not that she noticed. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention. Are you okay?”

While the rest of the women and the odd few men glared at the pretty blonde when she swore as she hit Mars coming in, Mars herself couldn’t help but burst out laughing like a lunatic. It was a short lived outburst followed by a small, apologetic bow and folded hands, plus a quiet namaste as if it would make anything better. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Sorry, that was hilarious. Nothing funny ever happens at yoga, it was a nice surprise,” she joked, setting up her stuff beside the woman who’d hit her. “I’m Mars, by the way. Thanks for distracting from the fact that I’m late as fuck.”

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Logan Lancaster:

He missed Colorado, sure. The scene there was something that couldn’t be replicated anywhere else, and yet California had it’s own feel. Fun and sun and bright people. “Can’t say I hate the weather,” he chuckled, glancing briefly to his phone as he stood in line at the small coffee shop. “I know some places are blazing hot right now and… no thanks. I enjoy being able to go outside and not feel like I’m walking into hell.”

“Heaven on Earth is hard to beat,” Mars agreed, looking up from her phone to look out at the busy street outside and the brilliant sun reflecting off the waves she could see between the buildings that kept them at a solid seventy degrees at all times. She smiled to the man who was kind enough to distract her from her especially boring routine today. “One of my bosses is in Dallas right now and it’s in the nineties right now. It makes sense, too. He is the devil. It all checks out. I’m happy to stay here in Santa Monica.”

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“I swear to god, Ari’s gonna come home from school with a Juul and I’m gonna have to explain to her that it’s okay for me to vape my CBD pen because I’m an adult and can make consciously “bad” decisions but she has to wait until she’s 21 to even think about making decisions that are bad for her health. And on that day, I’ll die of embarrassment and hypocrisy, the true parental death,” Mars concluded, looking out vigilantly at the three kids: Ariella, 13, texting on the swing while a couple of second graders wait; Jesus, 9, pushing the baby on the baby swing and making baby talk; and Daisy, 14 months, the aforementioned baby being pushed by Zeus sounding off giggle after giggle. “Thanks for the kids hang out. Zeus asks about Daisy all the time and I desperately needed a breath of fresh air.”

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