Star light, star bright

Eva Clark, 24, bartender at Fire & Ice nightclub. Always let your conscience be your guide. If only I could follow the advice I gave...

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littlejelizawhite:

Jeliza rolled her eyes as she sipped the tea again, making another face at how strong it was. “Please! Those are the guys you should kick out.”

“Wait, what classifies as a sour drink? Do you just mix a bunch of crappy drinks together?”

Eva shrugged. No one wanted to deal with rude or abusive patrons, but she’d found that in a lot of cases, initial venom was a case of someone being too wrapped up in their own problems -- something that was all too common, it seemed. That didn’t excuse their actions, but if Eva helped them see the error in their ways instead of just lashing out in return... well, that was doing a good thing, right?

“Hah, I should try that sometime and see how it works on some of these guys,” she joked. “Lemons or limes are usually my way to go. Find a good alcoholic base and then add those sort of flavours and you’ll tighten those boys right up.”

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henrycoulter:

Henry nodded with a small smile. “That would not be very good, but if I had gotten fired, I wouldn’t have ratted you out.” He tilted his head to the side. “Oh, thank you. I’m just trying to make the world bright. Sometimes it seems a bit too much though, like I’m trying too hard to be happy.”

“I think everyone has those thoughts and feelings on occasion,” she said with some air of wisdom. She retrieved a few bottles and a fresh glass and began mixing together something that would hopefully mimic the drink from before, but without the alcohol overload. “But as long as you’re being sincere and not using happiness as a mask to hide yourself, then don’t worry so much about it. Just be true to yourself.”

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veronica-peterson:

“It’s no big deal. The woods are full of them.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking the napkin and wiping her fingers off before retreating to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she reappeared, she slid back onto the same barstool.

“I’ll have a sidecar, please.”

"Sure, but that's the woods, not a sleazy dive bar," she sighed as the girl retreated to the washroom. Eva wasn't exactly "high class", but at least she didn't behave like a wild animal. Still, she kept her mouth shut and said nothing more as the girl returned to her seat at the bar. 

"Sure thing," Eva replied with a wink. "One sidecar approaching the garage."

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tanya-bellman:

“Nothing, if you’re planning on blending into the back of the bar.”

“If it gets the rude or annoying people to leave me alone, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

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“Do you mind?”

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clyde-jenner:

“It covers food, but it’s not always good food.  We need red meat in our lives every once in a while.”

Mostly, the fund was allocated towards equipping them and making them look presentable and the occasional health check to make sure some some dickhead hadn’t caught something incurable.  Lately, a good chuck of their budget had gotten allocated towards repair work.

Clyde sighed and put the safety back on his rifle, pulling the weapon by it’s strap and hanging it on his shoulder.

“I used to do this for my own family back when I was scrawny.  I haven’t lost my touch, so it seemed such a waste to not use that kind of skill.  What are you even doing out here in those shoes?”

“I see. You’d think they would take more care to feed you all better, since you’re the ones in charge of the Queen’s safety and of keeping peace in the Kingdom. How strange.”

“These?” she frowned, looking at her feet. She hadn’t thought her shoes were that bad. “I live near here and am on my way home from the orphanage.”

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pete-parsons:

“I’m hoping that her anger has died down and she hasn’t consumed any alcohol. Then the chances of her attempting murder on me again will lessen.”

“Very true. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that she’s calm and sober. Assuming we even manage to find her, that is. It’s funny how it can be so hard to find people in such a small...ish town.”

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ariel-mcallister:

“Yeah, I guess. The animals around here aren’t very pleasant, though, that’s for sure.”

“No, they’re really not. Then again, a lot of people aren’t either.”

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tanya-bellman:

“I know how to make it, Eva. I was just asking if you could comp the one at table five.”

“Hey, don’t ruin my moment of pride, Bellman! Maybe I was showing you so that you could do it yourself and not bother me all the time,” she teased, handing over the fresh glass of “iced tea”.

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veronica-peterson:

“You probably haven’t heard, because he’s too proud, but I beat Finn last week.”

“While he does like to ah... “oversell” his skills at card-playing, he’s still pretty good, so I’ll give you that. How about a congratulatory drink on the house? What Ryan doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

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“I like the sound of that! So, what do you say? I think that you should say that we would make a fantastic team together.”

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“Obviously I say yes. We should come up with a name for ourselves. All the great pairs and teams do.”

[robiras]

Sorry...

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robiras:

… what was that?

“I asked what you’d have, sugar. You know, to drink? But long time, no see, Iras. Have you been avoiding me?”

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What do they want?  Fanfare?

Cooper’s eye twitched as he read the latest bit of gossip printed by the overenthusiastic–if mysterious–X.  Every Sunday, without fail, it was on his doorstep, looking innocently up at him.  And this Sunday, there was one about him.

“’Fanfare?’” he muttered to himself, “What the hell do they mean by ‘fanfare?’”

He wanted to ball up the silly thing, but instead put it on his dining room table.  He shook his head and made his way out to the barn to load up his truck.  The clunker was running low on gas, but it should at least get him to town and to market.  Fanfare?

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Cooper’s eye twitched yet again later that day as a puttering aunt pawed at his apples and her niece and nephew kept bumping the baskets of berries.  When she finally chose her items, he took a brown paper bag and put everything inside.  What was he supposed to do for fanfare?

“Have a fantastic day.” he said loudly.  Both children winced and looked up at him like he grew two heads.

….probably not that kind of fanfare.

He sighed and turned to the next person in line.

“Yes?”

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Eva should have been at the home, working on the small second floor. Once, it had been the attic. These days, it was a loft that she planned on turning into a bedroom when she could. When she was done, she would be left with a lovely, cozy two-bedroom house. She could maybe rent the second bedroom out to someone and use the extra money to pay for classes at the University. The only question was: what would she study? The choices were creative writing and poetry, or primary education. Both had their good points. Both had their downsides. Yes, she could theoretically do both, but it would take more time and more money and she wasn't exactly overflowing with either one -- especially the latter.

What she should have been doing and what she wanted to do usually meshed rather well. She loved working on the house. It made her feel closer to her parents. Sometimes, being in the house and knowing that it had been purchased for her to grow up in almost made her think they had loved and cared for her. It was a silly idea, she knew that. It was obvious neither of her parents had cared at all about her. If they had, her mother wouldn't have killed herself -- she would have stayed alive and raised Eva. Her father would have visited more than just once a year and he would have told her who he was. She wouldn't have grown up in the orphanage, alone, and never adopted. She wouldn't be going through life feeling utterly unwanted.

Those days that the house reminded her of how little the world loved and wanted her, she spent more time than necessary at Fire and Ice and The Rabbit Hole. She probably would have been in so much trouble if Faye knew, but what Faye didn't know wouldn't hurt her. It wasn't like Ever After even had strict labor laws or like they were enforced. Faye wouldn't be in trouble for the extra time Eva was there, organising the backrooms or cleaning the two clubs. It kept her mind occupied and made her feel like she was wanted. If her mood was down but not too down, she would go to the Nuns and their Nursery, or to the Orphanage.

Today, she just wanted to feel the sun on her. Whether she was wanted or not, she was alive and she was going to make the most of it. A pair of kids ran by Eva, screaming and laughing as they played a game of "tag". She watched, a small smile on her face, until the gruff voice of the berry farmer pulled her attention away.

"Don't look so excited," she teased, "you might end up growing in popularity."

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“Listen, I don’t have time to play around.”

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cooper-kennedy:

“If you want to akin Fate to raspberries, I s’pose so.”

Cooper wrinkled his nose at the mention of the University.

“I wouldn’t know ‘bout Universities bein’ pleasant.  Full o’ vagabonds and thieves if y’ ask me.”

He stood back up and gestured to her to let go of the bush.  It seemed to be standing up fairly well.  

"When did I say anything about pleasant? You're putting words in my mouth, sir, and I haven't even known you five minutes!" She said with a small laugh.

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missfayemathers:

“No wonder customers are always requesting it. It’s delicious.”

“Aw shucks, that’s sweet of you to say. You’re gonna make me blush, mama Faye.”

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missfayemathers:

“Sure of course, let me take a look. Are you sure you’re okay? It seems like you have something on your mind.” Faye replied as she grabbed the recipe paper. ”It looks like this line is talking asking for two shots of rum and this one says something about ginger beer? I can’t read the rest though. Maybe we can start with that and just add ingredients until it tastes good? Oh! Lets make a day of it. It will be so fun.” 

“Hm, nope. Just this blasted recipe. Thanks, by the way,” she said as she watched the scrap of paper depart her hand. “I thought I saw something about a tease of lemon? Maybe I’m just crazy.” She internally winced at the word. She wasn’t a fan of it, that was for certain. For most of her life, she’d had to deal with people saying things about her “crazy mother” and then follow up with warnings that she was likely to follow, since those things “ran in families”. 

“Some of the best drinks have been created that way! Let’s do it.”

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letyourheartunfreeze:

Elsa scrunched up hr nose and looked down at her drink. She really didn’t like the way she felt. “Oh, thank you,” she stated, going to take another sip of her tea. But as the girl spoke, she stopped, looking up at her. “What do you mean lemon tea is not the best?” Listening to her speak, she took a deep breath. “What is good for hangovers then?”

“Well, everyone’s different. Some people swear by greasy food, for some reason. I tend to prefer a giant mug of hot cocoa with a small sprinkle of cinnamon.”

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imaginealicek:

Alice pursed her lips, smoothing out her shirt, so glad that her grandmother hadn’t seen her leave that morning. She would have gotten in so much trouble for her outfit. “Thank you, very much. Can you tell that to my grandmother?” No matter how hard she tried to tell her grandmother that she didn’t want to be a member of the court, the woman didn’t seem to listen. She was so adamant on her wearing dresses and looking like a respectable member of society, but no matter what she said, Alice didn’t want it. She didn’t want it one bit.

“Thank you, very much! I do appreciate it! It most definitely will help. You need quite a bunch.” Alice shook her head. “Oh no, don’t worry about it. I’d much rather make flower crowns for you than do anything I should be doing.” A grand smile grew across her face as she jumped up and down with exciting, clapping excitedly. “I’d love to show you how to make them! It’s so soothing once you figure it out!”

Eva laughed “I would love to try, but your grandmother sounds like a woman very set in her ways -- I doubt she would listen to anyone, and much less me.” Most people Eva’s age or older still remembered the name Clark and the scandal associated with it. Born out of wedlock to a woman who would then hang herself and not be discovered for days... the gruesome tale wasn’t so easily forgotten.

“Oh, well, you’re very welcome, dear,” Eva said with a small smile. “Soothing sounds like something I could use a little more of in my life. Not that it’s especially hectic or stressful. My mind could use some quiet-time every so often.”