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levvargas

   He shook his head while grinning, before turning to face the older man behind the counter. “Oye, George, a caramel latte please.” he called out while gesturing to Mercy, receiving a simple curt nod as the other went to work. “It’s a deal. We wouldn’t want more of their cleverness would we?” he agreed with a smirk, “I am not sure I could handle the backlash.” he was glad they were on the same page—it made him relax a little. He really didn’t want anymore life intervention from the people around him and he assumed the woman across from him thought the same thing. “So, this is a divorce club now?”

Mercy chuckled and shrugged. “I’ll admit, Divorce Club sounded way better in my head. Kind of a lame name, huh? We can work on it.” She wrinkled her nose and pivoted towards George to watch the man whip up her latte. For a moment she wondered whether Levi would be a person she would ever hang out with if it weren’t for her nosy friends and their eagerness. They meant well... but then they also put her into awkward situations. Like this one. She hoped that Levi would be easy to talk to. “So tell me about yourself,” she started, turning around to face Levi. “It can be anything you want. If I needed to get to know Levi Vargas quick, fast, and in a hurry, what are the things I’d need to know?”

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Sorry I haven’t been around today! I’ve been out unexpectedly with the fam. Hopefully I’ll be back around later tonight or, or if not, then def tomrw :)

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alexordall

    head whips around to look at the woman he hadn’t noticed in his haste to hide. alex frowns at her. “ what— hey stop. ” he retaliates with his own shooing motion, if only to get her to stop slapping him like some middle school girl ( which may or may have not happened before —it’s not a big deal ). he doesn’t recognize her either. there’s a vague sense of familiarity, but that’s with most everyone in oakport. that’s how it works in small towns, you kinda know everyone and no one at the same time. maybe they went to school at the same time. “ what the fuck?! ” he hisses back at her, hunching down even lower ( he’s a lot taller, okay ) and sending a cautionary look toward the shopfront windows. “ this isn’t your property i can be here if i want. it’s only gunna be for a sec anyway. calm down. ”

“Seriously, dude. You do not understand!” Mercy was trying her best to keep it down, her voice coming out as a venomous whisper as she shoved her hands in her back pockets to keep them to herself. “There are lunatics out there, with huge fucking cameras, trying to get pictures of me for their stupid gossip blogs. In other words, I am in DIRE fucking straights. What’s your excuse?!”

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salemod

“I get that pretty often. Either that or someone absolutely butchering the pronunciation,” he said. Salem wasn’t much in the business of talking about himself. A combination of being cautious in regards to his past and just having no desire to speak on the subject of Salem.He shrugged his shoulders, unsure how to reply. “From a few places. Dublin originally. Then New Orleans. Then Upstate New York. Now here,” he said. “Honestly, when I’m not working, I’m reading and listening to records. As boring as it gets,” he laughed. “How about yourself? What do you do to keep busy around here? I’m still getting used to it.”

“So... does that make you an army brat then?” Mercy asked. She wasn’t sure she’d ever met anyone who’d lived in so many places so far apart from each other. It sounded a little adventurous and a little lonely too... “I should get out more myself, actually but I spend a lot of time writing, these days,” Mercy offered. “Screenplays. Romantic comedies, mostly. And that better not make you laugh,” she added, arching an eyebrow at Salem jokingly. 

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jcsiiah

     josiah’s gaze follows the other’s hand as she extends it, his eyebrows starting to pull together as she continues speaking. he waits a bit before hesitantly reaching his own out to meet hers, skin on skin contact something he hasn’t felt for quite some time. “josiah,” he just barely mumbles. he doesn’t let his hand linger in mercy’s for long, pulling back and snaking it into the pocket of his hoodie a few seconds later. he takes one last drag off his joint before letting it fall to the ground, stomping out the embers with the heel of his shoe. “look, i didn’t… i didn’t really come out here to talk to anybody?” he says, voice at a reasonable level now. he turns his head to the side, mouth parting just enough to let the smoke seep out. “don’t have to leave on my account, though. not like i own the place.”

Mercy raised her palms in surrender. “No, no, I get it.” After all, she hadn’t really come out there to talk to anybody either. She could definitely understand where he was coming from. Sometimes it’s best to just be alone... She took a deep breath, not missing the distinct smell of the weed Josiah stomped out on the ground. It reminded her of her ex, Eric, and how his skin would smell on the nights when he’d try to sneak into bed beside her after staying out way later than any married man should... “I hope you have a good day Josiah and um... whatever it is... I do hope it gets better. For both of us.” she smiled again and started to walk away...

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levvargas

   Her smile was a bit infectious with how large it was. Naturally he offered her a smile back. Sure the man didn’t want anything to do with this meeting—but why not make the best out of the situation the they were currently in. He sat as she did, shifting to get comfortable again. He didn’t expect her bluntness at the situation and couldn’t help the bolstering laugh he emitted. “No, not to mean. I think almost deserving.” he leaned forward to take a sip of his coffee. “I was worried you were going to be overly serious about this whole… strange meet-up—oh, did you want a coffee or anything?”  

She liked Levi’s laugh. He had a good laugh. Straight away, it made her feel a whole lot less awkward about this meet-up she didn’t want to be on... “I’ll take a caramel latte, thank you. But I will not let you pay for it; let’s set that straight right here, right now,” Mercy added, squinting her eyes at Levi playfully and wagging a finger at him in mock seriousness. “Because those same friends who thought this little ‘Divorce Club’ would be clever? They’re the same ones who’ll read into things if they find out you covered the bill...” 

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amirattar

Amira followed Mercy, the look of pure glee never once leaving her face. A master of distracting herself, Amira hadn’t fully realized just how much she had missed having her friend around. The relief, however, was intense and overpowering. “I don’t know, I guess the fact that I’m too damn impulsive to think of all the ways I could fail works in my advantage. Not always a great thing, obviously.” She paused, her mind wandering back to her first stint as a business owner. It could’ve certainly ended better. “I ended up doing a project for one of the companies that uses the software I helped to build. They seemed to like it and the word sort of got around. I’ve started to wonder whether I should hire someone to help,” she admitted as a smile spread across her features. “Enough about me! How’s your life? I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Mercy was so happy to hear about all the ways that life and career were going well for her friend. She had a soft spot for success stories. Hearing other people’s wins kept her hopeful about her own. “My life is... gonna be really great ,” Mercy nodded, tracing the rim of her cocktail with her fingertip. “Once I get it together, that is...” She sighed and shrugged, “That’s why I’m back, to be honest. To settle down a little. Things got out of hand for me out in Cali and I let my husband.... Yikes. No. I mean my ex... I let my ex husband distract from my film projects way more often than I ever should have. I think Oakport’s gonna help me re-focus.” Mercy took a long sip before sending a question back across the table. “Please tell me your love life has worked out better than mine...”

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Five people you'd like to know better? and why?

@salemod because they seem interesting!!

@jcsiiah because they seem sad

@mindovcrhart just… because! :)

@levvargas because we have something important in common

@alexordall because i bet they’d keep me laughing

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What songs are the soundtrack to your life?

Ooooh. I like this one!It’s a crazy mix, really. But off the top of my head? “Power” - Little Mix, “Issues” - Julia Michaels, “Sign of the Times” - Harry Styles. And Beyoncé. Anything by Beyoncé.

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You just won the lottery. What’s the first thing you buy?

Allllllll the ice cream in the world!!🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦

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Who's your closest friend? Why?

Oh, geez… I feel like I’m close with a few people here so you’re putting me on the spot!

If I can only say ONE person, it’s my boo @amirattar. Our parents go way back so we grew up together, you know? That’s my girl.

But I’m not gonna go without mentioning my other loves @awkwardrobxt , @norastock and lil’ sis @canaliis too!! ;)

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ask and ye shall receive... 

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❤️

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salemod

“Mercedes,” he repeated, nodding his head once. It was refreshing to hear a unique name and something like Mercy would sure stick in his mind. “Salem,” he said. “Spelt like the witch trials town, but pronounced with a soft ‘a’,” he explained, as if he had to clarify.

“Probably the coolest name I’ve ever heard of in my life,” Mercy nodded matter of factly. “Not even gonna lie.” There was something different about Salem and she found focusing on that distracted her from her worries for a while. Not a bad deal. “So, Salem, I grew up in this town. I know everybody. Guess that means I need to know you.” Mercy crossed her arms over her chest and smiled at Salem encouragingly. “So spill! Where ya from? How long ya here for? What kind of things are you into? You know... other than running into girls on piers...”

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awkwardrobxt

    “ I was trying to act like a fucking normal person who doesn’t bring flasks to walks, trying to act like I have my shit together “ she whispered, a tiny giggle escaping her lips, chewing her inner cheek before extending her arms out for the other, wrapping them around her neck “ Damn you and your face I can’t say no to. I don’t even hug people “ she chuckled before pulling apart, handing the other the flask “ You show me your scars, I’ll show you mine? You know me, I don’t love talking about dumb things. “

“But you’re not a normal person,” Mercy teased. “That’s why I love you! Come on. Sit, sit.” Mercy settled right back into the spot where she’d been earlier, except this time there was a lightness in her chest that hadn’t been there before. An appreciation for not having to be alone. “Soooo I went to Hollywood, right? Slept with an actor and thought I loved him. Married said actor and found out he didn’t love me back.” Mercy said all of that with a chipper tone to her voice but a sadness to her smile. That was it. The truth. The long story short. “So yeah, got myself a big scar this time. But, as they say, this too shall pass,” she sighed, making grabby hands towards the flask. “Feels like time to open that bad boy up...”

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     oh —oh shit. paps weren’t really something alex had to worry too much about even when he was playing and lighting up the nhl ( he may have been well known yes, but hardly a celebrity the caliber of hollywood ). they’d shown a bit more interest upon his injury, but now, over two years later, most had died off save for the most persistent of journalists waiting to sniff out a good story. pathetic, really. he’s really got to say, though. the wearing of his jersey probably wasn’t a good idea because that’s the thing that send him ducking into the nearest shop, crowding away from the big front windows and ducking behind a large rack of…clothing? the cloth looks old but. whatever.

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“Oh, uh uh. No, no, no, no, no!” Mercy thought fast, and the first thing she came up with was to shower the boy who was crowding into her hiding spot with a flurry of quick slapping hands. This was her spot. She identified it. What the hell was he doing in it? “You can’t be here right now,” she hissed, flustered. She didn’t recognize the boy crouched beside her and had no way of knowing that they shared a similar predicament. All she knew was that she could not let this... stranger push her out of her temporary sanctuary... And she would not give the photographers who’d chased her there the satisfaction of getting even one more picture of her that day...