Hot n Pissed n on the Pill

Taking one day at a time

[not-that-kinda-bj]

[cis-female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [BARBARA “BOBBI” JENKINS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ELIZABETH GILLIES]. You must be the [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [CASHIER AT SWEET NOTHINGS BAKERY]. Word is you’re [BOLD] but can also be a bit [HEDONISTIC] and your favorite song is [BLESSED BE BY SPIRITBOX]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

The Basics

Name: Barbara Mae Jenkins Nickname: Bobbi or BJ Birthday: June 15 Zodiac: Gemini Age: 27 Hometown: Sumter, SC Gender: Cis woman Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Deeper Dive

Alignment: chaotic neutral Myers-Briggs: INTJ (the architect) Positive Traits: Affectionate, Bold, Decisive, Discreet, Flirtatious, Meticulous, Uninhibited Negative Traits: Catty, Impatient, Hedonistic, Mischievous, Oversensitive, Vain, Hobbies: solving sudoku puzzles, sketching, painting (watercolor specifically), singing, makeup, nail art

The Important Stuff

TWs: Religion, Bullying, Violence, Cheating Born to Allen and Miranda Jenkins, Bobbi grew up in a very devout Christian household. She was expected to participate in any and every church activity, serve, and be the good little Christian girl her parents were trying to shape her into being. And, at first, they’d been mostly successful. It certainly helped their cause to keep her mostly isolated and sheltered, even when she started going to public school (homeschooling wasn’t really an option as both parents were far too busy to actually put in the effort to ensure she’d study and do school. They’d tried. It just didn’t really work out. They were not pleased with the fact they had to send their precious gift from God to the cesspool that was public school. *sniffle sniffle*)

Anyways!

Bobbi had been so sheltered, she wasn’t even allowed to have friends over. Her childhood was rather… lonely. School, church, learn how to play a musical instrument or two (for the benefit of the church, of course) and art were the only ways she could entertain herself. Especially since she was an only child. The youth and the choir group she was forced to be a part of at her church weren’t really good company, either. They had, after all, values and beliefs that she could not really relate to. And while she enjoy singing, and certainly had a talent and passion for it, being forced to do it sucked the fun out of it, making her want to simply just drop it all together.

To make matters worse, she learned at a young age just how cruel children could be. With the unfortunate initials her name gave her as well as just how religious her parents were, she quickly became the target for bullying. Harmless and name calling at first, it wasn’t THAT big of a deal. Sure, it hurt a heck of a lot, but you know that saying. Stick and stones and all. She could tough it out. Words were just that. Words.

Until it wasn’t just words anymore. After it had become physical, Bobbi sort of.. lost it. She could handle the words and lewd comments thrown her way. But the moment someone laid hands on her? It only took a few times from her coming home with bruises and her clothes bloodied before  she started to stand up for herself and fight back. And fight back she did. While she didn’t win most of the fights, she fought back enough that eventually she garnered the reputation of “don’t fuck with that bitch”. 

The bullying slowed down tremendously after that. Bobbi even started making some friends. One girl in particular. They simply just clicked. It wasn’t until high school started did this girl express feelings for Bobbi, and Bobbi… She returned them with a kiss. Of course, it was difficult to pursue a romantic relationship when one was hardly allowed to do anything but school or church. Relationships are hard enough on their own without that little hiccup. The two tried to make it work as best they could, but eventually, the two decided that their relationship would be better suited to be more platonic.

Graduation rolled around, and now that Bobbi was eighteen, she had given herself a bit more new found freedom. She was an adult now, and legally, her parents couldn’t keep her from doing what she wanted. They didn’t like it, and made it very known that they didn’t like it. There were nights where their “overly rebellious child” had been locked out of the house. Bobbi had finally had enough and made the decision to move out. A bit of a rash decision, as she had no plan, no job, no where else to go. Luckily, her friend’s parents offered her a bed just until she was able to get on her feet.

Bobbi got a job and saved up for an apartment and went to cosmetology school. What would she do with this newfound freedom? It was almost overwhelming, and yet, it was also overshadowed by her parents still trying to control her life, even from afar. She eventually moved to a small town in California called Aurora Bay when she was twenty one, as far away from home as she could possibly be without actually moving out of the country. It was weird, being in a new state, knowing absolutely no one. It was.. Lonely. But, Bobbi made a few friends as well as met a really cute guy. They hit it off, clicking with one another well enough. Bobbi had asked him if he was comfortable being in an open relationship once things got a bit more serious between them, as she was poly, but he had said no. She could respect that, and the two eventually became exclusive. It was good. Great, even. She was so ecstatic when he had proposed, so happy. It wasn’t until it was a week before their wedding date did it all come crashing down, when she’d come home early and found that he was in bed with another woman. She was rightfully upset. After all, how could he do that to her?! Especially after she had asked him if they wanted to also see other people and he said no. And so she left without saying a word. A few days later, a friend she made in Aurora had decided that they’d go drinking. Because they were both “young” and “hot” and “fuck that guy” and “find someone else to help you forget about him for the night”. And it seemed to work. At least until the woman her fiance had been seeing walked into the bar. In a drunken rage, Bobbi did the only thing that made sense: she started a fight with the woman. After all, she was a home-wrecker. She was just. As. Bad.

Only.. she wasn’t. It wasn’t until later did Bobbi learn that the woman had no idea that she’d been sleeping with a taken man. A fact that still brings guilt to Bobbi to this day. She’d been arrested for the assault and was charged with misdemeanor aggravated assault. She was slapped with a fine and a six month jail sentence. She did her time, paid her dues, and has been out of jail for a few months now, having moved into her friend’s house. Just until she can pick back up where she left off. She’s even trying her hand at being in a band, even offering her talent at singing when it’s been needed.

@aurorabayaesthetic​

[sagemackenziearchived]

"Oh yeah. I have a love and hate relationship with this machine. I love the sacks and it's on my way home but it has days, like today apparently, where it just gets stuck. It's a real bitch." Sage huffed. "Sometimes I daydream about taking a hammer to it myself, so I understand the struggle." She let out a dramatic sigh. "Hey, I'll tell you what, if you walk to the store, I'll give you money for snacks for both of us!"

@not-that-kinda-bj

[not-that-kinda-bj]

"I suppose convenience is too much to ask, sometimes." Bobbi gave a simple shrug. She'll get over it. Not like losing a dollar was that terrible. "We should really rethink where we get our snacks. For our sanity and for keeping us out of jail."

She shook her head. "I'm not gonna let ya buy me a snack. ButI!" She paused, holding up a finger. "I am hungry, soooo.. I was gonna head there anyways."

@sagexgrayson

[dxnielibxrra]

"What hobby would you monetize then?" He felt that he was monetizing off of liking music as a hobby, if that counted. He could only handle a handful of hobbies himself, but never more so he wondered how man more she had.

That was something he could relate to. He was not one looking for a record deal by playing guitar when he was bored or had free-time. "I think it's more special if you keep it to yourself or sharing it with loved ones." He shrugged, "But if you do ever play for a crowd and looking for a record deal," Pausing, he pointed towards himself, "I could be the right guy to come to." He laughed at himself. It was a way to find new talent because word spread and he was open to anyone who came along as long as they were good.

[not-that-kinda-bj]

"If I wanted to dabble in it again, writing, maybe? But eh. I'm not too keen on that. Too much work." She's looked into it forever ago, for sure. But, good God, was pursuing publication a hassle. And expensive. Perhaps, in the future, maybe. But for now, she was fine with where she was at.

Bobbi nodded in agreement. "Oh, one hundred percent. Then you're sharing it with people who can actually appreciate it." She arched a brow his way, unable to fight back the amused glint in her eye. "Oh? How quaint. Maybe. If I feel so inclined to do more with it than I am. But, it's good to know I have connections."

@dxnielibxrra

[axel-mathis]

"Yeah... I guess I do." He said with a smile towards her. Axel figured there would definitely be people somewhere he could be friends with. Although after reflecting on his relationships from New York, he realized so many people that he was 'friends' with just wanted things from him. They weren't real. He was determined to make some real friendships.

"Oh that sounds perfect. I am always up for cheeseburgers." Axel paid up their tab and stood up. "Ready?" Axel confidently put his hand on her middle back, leading her gently to the doors.

@not-that-kinda-bj

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Finishing her drink and setting her empty glass onto the counter, she nodded. "Ready." She stood, collecting her things as she did. She threw him a knowing look the moment she felt his hand graze against the small of her back, biting back a tease about how presumptuous he was being. Because that would just be silly.

She was, after all, leaving the bar with him, and she liked his confidence. It was one she could appreciate as she allowed him to lead her to the door. "So, aside from your unfortunately small friend group, settling in okay? New town, new job potentially? What do you do for work?"

@axel-mathis

[darcyxanthonyx]

When Darcy was younger, she and her friends would steal from things like this often, and she once successfully slipped her arm through the slot and grabbed something off the bottom row. Bobbi’s treat seemed to be stuck a little higher up but she figured she could do it. There was also this weird urge to get on Bobbi’s good side. Maybe that was because Bobbi and Finn were ‘friends’ or maybe that’s because Darcy was terrified of this woman. Either way, Darcy was determined to be helpful in this situation.

“Watch and learn.” Darcy gave her best smirk as she set her backpack on the floor and got down on her knees in front of the machine. In no time she had her arm snaking it’s way up the vending machine. Focused, Darcy stuck her tongue out just a little as she worked her magic.

Successfully grabbing hold of the treat, Darcy let out a triumphant ‘aha!’, and as she began to pull her arm out of the vending machine, there was a loud thud and a pain her her arm, right where the crease of her elbow was. “Ow! Shit.” Darcy hissed and then gave herself another rug only for the same thud. She tried again and again but each time her arm wasn’t budging further. She. Was. Stuck.

“Oh god, oh no.. fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dude, I’m stuck!”

@not-that-kinda-bj

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Bobbi waved her hand at the accursed machine, crossing her arms over her chest as she took a step back. "By all means. Work your magic, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am eager to learn." She took a step back to give Darcy some room and watched in mild curiosity at what the girl would do. It wasn't until she was on her knees, arm reaching through the slot, did Bobbi furrow her brows. "Dar- What? NO! Don't stick your arm-"

Oh, but it was too late. As poor Darcy wrapped her fingers around her snack and started her retreat, only to find she was unable to, Bobbi was already in motion. Crouching down next to her, lower to peer through the slot just to see where and how Darcy was stuck.

"Hey. Heyheyheyhey. Calm down. It's okay. We can try to get you... unstuck." She moved to look again, trying to figure out the best way to get Darcy free without hurting her only to look back at her incredulously. "Why in the hell would you stick your arm in there?" she asked in disbelief.

@darcyxanthonyx

[collettexjimenez]

@aurorabaystarter

LOCATION: the reef

IF THERE'S ONE THING collette is not, it's shy. guarded may be a better term to describe the elusive brunette, but she could talk just as long as the day proves to be. the young woman watches in fascination as the two players locked in a seemingly heated battle for the eight ball, knowing very well that her turn looms overhead. she almost tunes out of the game completely as it has taken so long -- that is, until one of the players sinks it.

nose pointed upwards and gait confident, a sly smirk paints the edges of collette's lips. there was nothing she loved more than a challenge. " dare to play another round, or would you prefer to keep your streak?"

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Bobbi always had a competitive streak to her. She liked to win, liked to come out on top. This, of course, taught her just how much of a sore loser she was. It didn't matter if she was pulled into a game she knew she had no chance at winning, she sulked all the same. Luckily for her, pool just so happened to be one she could win. Most of the time. That, or her competitors were inept and she was taking advantage of their lack of skill.

Who knows?

Who cares?

Watching with a satisfied smirk hidden behind a drink, Bobbi smugly watched as the person whom she just won against sauntered off just as the other woman spoke up. "Oh, I can't walk away from a challenge," she mused, setting her drink down and reaching for a spare cue, holding it out to the other woman.

@collettexjimenez

[asherspringx]

location: driftwood coffee status: open! @aurorabaystarter

"So Armand is great, y'know? I'd definitely fool around with him, 'cause he was turned so young and he's still kind of got all that young person energy, right? But I feel like he'd be selfish about it, too. I mean, sure, he's hella passionate, but he wants things to fit into the vision he has for them. So yeah, sex might be great once or twice, and he's sexy as hell, but you know who I'd really be interested in hooking up with? Lestat. He's freaking beautiful, he's passionate as hell, and I bet you he's totally down to try anything." Jules was rambling, hands waving around as he spoke, even though a battered copy of Queen of the Damned was clutched in one of them. Nobody had asked, of course, but that didn't mean Jules wasn't going to share his opinion anyway, as vulgar as it might be. "Louis, though? Absolutely not. I want nothing to do with that pansy-ass. I wouldn't fuck him if he were the last guy on earth," then he hesitated, mulling it over. "Well, okay, I'd fuck him. But only once. I just feel like he'd make some beautiful sounds, y'know? I just get that vibe from him." Finally he seemed to finish, looking at the individual sitting across from him. "What about you?"

[not-that-kinda-bj]

All Bobbi wanted was to settle down, enjoy her overpriced cup of tea, and enjoy some time listening to the latest episode of her favorite true crime podcast before moving on to carry about her day. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently so, as the chatterbox sitting at the table right across from her decided to do what chatterboxes did best: chatter. His babbling in this moment was enough to give Darcy a run for her money, the way he was rambling away about... fucking fictional vampire men. Though, she supposed, if there was anything worth prattling on about, bedding fictional men of the neck leech variety was good enough.

She never once attempted to offer any input. She couldn't even if she wanted to (not that she did). It wasn't until he finally offered her the metaphorical talking stick did she contemplate an answer. Stealing a sip from her tea, smacking her lips as she feigned a moment's thought, she finally answered, "Lestat, definitely. I do love a man who is willing to try anything,"

@julesainsleyx

[axel-mathis]

"I'm hoping it grows a little. That's the goal at least." He nodded in agreement when she mentioned a fresh start. It was a fresh start, one he worried he hadn't taken advantage of well enough, considering he was still up to his old ways.

"Yeah. Figured exploring the city a little might be nice. Or at least help me find a bar that could become a favorite." He looked at her with a charming smile. "Aren't there a few down the street? I think I saw some.. but I could be confusing the area."

[not-that-kinda-bj]

"Oh, I'm sure it will. Just gotta find people that just-" Bobbi snapped her fingers with a small, lopsided smile. "-click. Plenty of people in this town. Surely, you'd find some to grow your little circle in no time." Besides, living in a new town with few acquaintances and fewer friends was lonely and enough to drive almost anyone mad.

"There's a pub not too far from here. They're not bad, and they have these tasty little cheeseburger sliders. And nachos, but those aren't as good as the one at Tejas."

@axel-mathis

[finn-brooks]

"The Jo-Bros…" Finn draws out the last syllable in a thoughtful hum, his hand running along his jawline as thought stroking the very non-existent beard while he considers the suggestion. Quickly interrupted by the song change, though, and Finn drops his head back against the headrest of his seat, giving Bobbi his most deadpan expression.

Outside of the song choice and all jokes aside, the mention of her getting on her feet is good news. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited about her moving into the same complex as him. Not necessarily to be more accessible, but just as Bobbi said to him earlier, he enjoys her time outside of the bedroom just as much. But beyond that, Finn is happy for her. She's not the sort to overstay her welcome, nor does she take advantage. It must feel freeing to her, and it does make him happy for her.

"Spill it." Finn pushes at the question prompted, rather than congratulating her, because aside from being the guy who wants to see his friends grow, he's a nosy fuck. Bobbi reveals what happened, and Finn stays silent. He watches her, keeps his mouth shut, and he gives no indication of shock or judgment. "Damn, Bobbi. Can't say I'm surprised you're a scrapper, but that's something else." As for the fiance bit, he wonders silently why the 'ex' isn't tacked onto it, but they have to be done after something like that.

"I don't normally condone violence, but you should've redirected your aim at your fiancé, all things considered. Don't worry, it's behind you now." Finn looks ahead of them, and he isn't paying attention to the song anymore. "And ahead of you is a new future and new opportunity. You're doing alright, kid, and don't feel less about what happened."

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Bobbi couldn't help but flash him a toothy grin, feigned innocence, in response to his deadpanned expression. It was one of her favorite reactions to get out of him. Somewhere right after his signature shit-eating grin. "Don't be mad at me. You did this to yourself. At least seek comfort in the fact that I am suffering just as much as you are."

Excitement buzzed through her at the prospect of being on her own once more. That little freedom that she had fought so hard for since she turned eighteen... She was desperate to have it back. Just as she said, it's been long overdue for some time now, and she felt she was more than ready to get there. Just a few loose ends to tie up, then she'd be on her way. Yet, as excited as she was, there was that nervous itch that lingered in the pit of her stomach. Moving had always been stressful, but thank God, she wasn't moving across the country again.

At least she had that to settle her nerves about it, even if it was just a little bit.

She didn't know what she was expecting, honestly, when she finished recounting what had happened. His judgment, perhaps? To her pleasant surprise, he passed none, which lifted a weight from her chest. She offered him a simple shrug. "I should have," she agreed. "Part of me still wants to throw that punch. But I avoid his usual spots, and he told me he'd avoid mine. As much as I'd like to, it's for the best that I don't. Because then I'd have to actually see him again, and I'm quite happy with him not in my life anymore." She frowned and clicked her tongue.

"That, and I suppose the threat of more jail time if I were to follow through with it is also a major reason to not..."

She opened her mouth to tease him, ready to ask him if he was feeling okay. Instead, she shut it, letting his words sink in for a moment. For so long, she carried the weight of what happened, a heavy burden on her shoulders. Not just the guilt from hitting that woman, but also everything else that came before. Secrets coming to light. The insecurities that came from wondering what exactly she did wrong in the first place.

"Thank you," she said, her voice quiet. "I... I needed to hear that. So.. yeah. Thanks."

"You know. As cheesy and scarily sweet as you're being right now."

@finnbrooks

[fionaosmvn]

"Okay, I'll concede you have a point with the tip thing and tax evasion. I would never try to stop anybody from conning the government out of money, I actually think we have a moral imperative to do it as much as we can," she says with a little nod. "But I've literally never needed emergency cash except, like, if I'm suddenly overcome with a need to go to a strip club and I don't have time to go to the bank because I need to see some tits literally immediately."

"Please," Fiona scoffs, unimpressed, "caviar's not even that crazy, did you know there's weed vending machines in some parts of Europe? I seriously don't understand what California is waiting for."

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Bobbi raised an eyebrow in the other woman's direction, a sly grin etching itself across her face. "A moral imperative to con the government." She clicked her tongue and waggled a finger in her direction. "I like you already."

"Ah, yes. Emergency titty money. Another reason I like to carry cash." It wasn't. "But in all seriousness, it's to each their own. I'm not gonna try to convince you to carry cash everywhere. Have a con to carrying cash: potential mugging. That was always a fear of mine before I decided to go digital."

"True, it's not the weirdest. There's a live crab vending machine somewhere in China, I think. But a vending machine with cannabis seems like a missed opportunity here in Cali. But then again, the US is always a little late in catching up to the rest of the world."

[sagemackenziearchived]

"It's fucked up again?" Sage pouted because all she'd been thinking about for the past twenty minutes were those damn Flaming Hot Cheetos. She supposed she could go to the store but that required her to walk even farther, and after soccer practice that afternoon, she was ready to lie down and never get up again. "They really need to get that fixed. Have you tried kicking it? Actually, maybe you shouldn't. People die from these things."

[not-that-kinda-bj]

"The fact that you said 'again' is, perhaps, my sign to stop giving these things a chance." Bobbi scoffed. "As if it consistently eating my money wasn't a sign enough." Her eyes narrowed on the scam that was the snack machine, ever more so tempted to give it another good kick at Sage's prompting. "I did kick it. Kinda wanna do it again. Kinda wanna take a hammer to it, too, buuuuut.... Vandalism is illegal, apparently."

@sagexgrayson

[aeris-flores]

He hadn't been looking. In fact, Aeris had only been passing by. Lost with his headphones in, if only they had been noise-cancelling he may have kept on strolling. Most times it is easy to ignore people, their problems aren't his so why even pay attention, but he recognizes Bobbi. A client in their shop, wicked hot and definitely quit to flirt back.

Ah, but she's never let him take her out for a drink, has she?

An expert at dodging such a request while returning the subtle and fairly innocent back and forths. "The worst part about these machines, aside from eating your money, is that half the stuff inside is expired. I do support the cupcake vending machine in Beverly Hills, though. Horribly overpriced, but delicious all the same." One could go and get a cupcake at three in the morning, after all.

"Don't be a wimp. Give it a shake." Or has she done it. Aeris reaches up to try and jolt the machine. The bag dangles stubbornly in the coiling, hanging by a inch. "You're S.O.L., aren't you. There's a corner store a few blocks up, isn't there?"

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Ah, a familiar face caught her in the act of frustration. A familiar, pretty face. A couple of run-ins at the tattoo parlor on the few occasions she'd sought their services, either for a new piece or to have one finished. Delightfully easy to flirt with when the opportunity arose.

And yet, she never took him up on his offers to get drinks.

"I've no doubt about that. It seems as though every time I get a pack of cookies, they're bland and stale." A pause. "Although that could be narrowed down to the brand just being terrible." Bobbi bounced her shoulders in a non-commital shrug, only for her interest to pique at the mention of a cupcake vending machine. "Oh? Can't say I have a terrible sweet tooth, but I'm intrigued. If I ever make it out to L.A., I may try it. And if you say it's delicious, well, I've got to try it, yeah?"

She flashed him a wry look. "Oh, shake it? Of course, why didn't I think of that?" She watched unamused as he gave it a shake himself, eyes flickering to the bag of chips that hardly moved from the coiled trap back to him. "Yeah, I already tried it. Kicked it, too. Not to fix the issue. To make me feel better."

"There is. But now I have to walk a little farther for a snack, and that's just dreadful."

[axel-mathis]

"Stuffy... yeah I get that. That's a good enough reason to move." He nodded in agreement when she mentioned things were different. They definitely were." Axel was ready of course to pick up another drink for her. When she asked if things had slowed down. "Eh... in some ways yes. A lot less going on socially for me since I know only a handful of people in town." However, he of course had already managed to create chaos within the social circles he did have.

"After this round would you wanna walk to another bar?" He hadn't seen everything just yet, and having company would be nice.

[not-that-kinda-bj]

"Stuffy is the kindest word I can think of to describe my hometown," she said, brows raising in agreement. “Ah, well, once your little social circle grows enough, maybe things will liven up a little bit for you. If that’s something you’d want.” She twisted in her seat a bit, reaching for the new glass the bartender had set down for her. “Best thing about all that is it’s a fresh start in all the best of ways.”

“Oh? You in a bar hopping mood?” she mused, offering him a quick once over, considering the possibility of sauntering off with this stranger. One would argue it wasn’t the safest thing to do, and she’d be inclined to agree with them. But what harm could come from tagging along? "Sure, why not?"

[addisonxoconnell]

Reina had forgotten her lunch yet again as she was running out the door that morning. Of course, the first thought was to get something quick from a vending machine, so she didn't have to run on the other side of town. She could already see herself continuously stuffing her face for the rest of the day, as a few different bags of snacked goods wouldn't keep her that full. Still, she had already wasted a few minutes waiting for the damn thing that it felt useless to try something else.

Or so she thought until the person in front of her turned around empty-handed. "Really? That happened again? I swear, that happened to me last time, and I had to get two things." And she most definitely ate those two things. Reina was sure it was against the law to leave a Reeces uneaten. "I guess I'll have to go across the street or something for lunch. Do you know anything good around here?" @not-that-kinda-bj

[not-that-kinda-bj]

It looked as though Bobbi was going to have to go out of her way and get something to eat somewhere else. That or wait till she got home to cook something up, but the promise of convenience was too tempting to pass up. And, honestly, she couldn’t quite find the energy to actually put the effort into cooking herself anything. At least not for the time being. She deserved to have a lazy day!

“It seems to happen like every few visits,” Bobbi fussed with a huff, shooting the vending machine a quick glare. “This is the third time this has done this to me. Honestly, it’s my fault at this point.” At the question of suggestions, she hummed in thought. “The diner is pretty good.” Though she often found herself at the diner bothering a particular waiter more so nowadays rather than the food. At least, until he fractured his arm. “Or Tejas, if you like Mexican food.”

[darcyxanthonyx]

Darcy was just minding her business as she walked home from work-- well, not home... see, she was really craving cookies from the bakery because she had the biggest sweet tooth on the planet. Honestly, she could eat chocolate until she died and she would think it's the best possible way to go. She was on her way, listening to music with her earbuds, and she was minding her business. She should have stayed minding her business.

Darcy looked up when she saw someone shaking the machine, her brows furrowed and she took her ear bud out just as the other turned around and spoke to her. Darcy let out a little, terrified squeak at the sight of Bobbi. Finn's Bobbi. Scary, scary Finn's Bobbi. "Oh. Uh. I wasn't. See. I was walking home. I was..." Darcy trailed off, realizing that Bobbi didn't ask for an explanation. In fact, Darcy was more curious about what Bobbi was doing shaking a vending machine down like she was trying to steal it's lunch money. "Is it stuck? I can help with that!" Besides, she needed more time to talk Bobbi up about Finn. She was his wingwoman after all.

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Upon recognizing Darcy, Bobbi's glower lightly turned softer, offering the younger woman a tight-lipped smile and a slight nod in greeting. "Oh, well, in that case, I'd recommend staying away from this machine if you ever find yourself desperate enough to fall for its trap. Because it is a trap," she grumbled, ignoring Darcy's tangent about heading home. The few interactions with Finn's friends have taught her that Darcy had a habit of letting her mouth run away from her.

"Please, by all means, give it a go. I've shaken it, kicked it, so if you think you have a better idea, have a crack at it." Bobbi paused, brows scrunching together. "Unless your plan of attack is to break the glass, then I'd have to strongly advise against it."

There was another pause. "How are you gonna help? Unless you have another dollar, or just so happen to be buddy-buddy with the person who has a key, I'm not really sure what you can do."

[fionaosmvn]

"Oh, no, I'm just watching," Fiona says, leaning against the opposite wall with her arms folded, quite content to observe the struggle. "Vending machine are so weird, right? Ones like this I mean, with the metal thingies that hold the snacks and dollar bill slots, as if anyone under sixty carries paper money anymore." She rolls her eyes, then realizes this woman had just used a paper dollar and purses her lips to keep from laughing. "Total relics. My school has vending machines that take Apple pay. Like, hello, we're living in the future."

[not-that-kinda-bj]

Bobbi arched a brow at the other woman. "I dunno, plenty of people under sixty carry cash. Plenty of reasons to carry just a little cash, too. In emergencies, maybe certain vendors don't take cards, and I personally preferred tips to come in cash that way I didn't have to claim it come tax season. Or what if you accidentally freeze your account and can't get into it for a few days cause your bank is closed? Well, that'd fall under an emergency, I suppose." She shrugged.

"But, if you think this vending machine is weird, did you know there's one in LA somewhere that sells caviar?"

[finn-brooks]

"Oo, of all the love songs available, you're choosing one by none other than Justin Bieber? Bobbi-" Finn tuts, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "I'm passing some pretty harsh judgment, just so you know." She's called his bluff. Choosing something so ridiculous knowing he would not make do on his threat. She's too clever and all-knowing, Finn needs to up the games again.

When he's certain it's safe, and he'd not tugging on a string leading her on.

With his head against the headrest to her car, Finn rolls his head so that he can filter his narrowed gaze on her, and show her that too big grin. "I do love ego rubs, Bobs, just as much as I enjoy your insults. A lose lose, then. For you, not me." She knows, but he knows she is more nice than she is mean. Her kindness extended to him even now despite everything.

He'd thought the first time he walked up her driveway that it was too uppity for her vibe. The generosity of her friend does not go unnoticed, Finn even hums in approval at that. If he has the space, which he absolutely does, then why not help a frend in need?

"I support the extra art room idea. If you have the means, go for it. Then if it gets tight, you can probably convince the landlord to break your lease and shift you into something smaller." They aren't all that bad, and the speedy work does after the storm and fire to get all residents back in house marks the sign of a good landlord. "So, you never told me why you needed to move into Emery's. You mention getting back on your feet, but-" Finn cuts off, shrugging.

"Doesn't matter now if you're doing alright."

[not-that-kinda-bj]

"Oh c'mon, Finn. It's a classic." It wasn't. "You can't sit here and tell me you weren't singing along to it whenever it came on the radio. You were probably even one of those boys who had the same haircut cause all the girls liked it." She couldn't help but snicker at the thought of prepubescent Finn sporting the side-swept bangs, having to keep his head tilted to one side to keep said bangs in place. "Fine, if not this one, then what else shall I pick? Burnin' Up?"

Humming the song's tune quietly, now stuck in her head, she asked Siri to play Baby and glanced over to meet his shit-eating grin. "So you can have a refresher on the song," she said innocently, turning up the volume just a smidge.

"I'm pretty sure I could make it work. I've made a few calls here and there and adjusted my budget accordingly." Which was why she was considering it to begin with. Whether she could get a second room or not, she was ready to move on. Itching to. She never liked having to rely on other people for this stuff. Even if she had friends who were willing to help out with that, for the past few months, or even after the flood and she had to stay with Finn, she didn't like freeloading. Even if there were insistences that she wasn't.

At the mention of why exactly she needed to stay with her friend, her smile fell a little, her back sinking into the seat just a little more. Clicking her tongue, she looked out of her window for a second as her fingers tapped at the steering wheel, though not to the beat of the music. Her stomach tightened and fluttered as she opened her mouth to speak before cutting herself off.

Would he judge her too harshly if she were to tell him?

Should she tell him?

Did she even want to?

"I... It's kinda a long story. Made a couple of... I made a few mistakes last year," she started, reaching up to swipe her hair from her face in an attempt to distract herself from her nerves and jittering stomach. "But, uh, TLDR, I got drunk and got into a fight with my f- with some girl." She paused. "Okay, I started it. Got slapped with a jail sentence and a hefty fucking fine. When I got out, I couldn't afford to get another one, so Emery let me stay with him until I could again." There was another pause before she added, "The girl? Was sleeping with my fiancé at the time. Which doesn't justify my actions. Not in the slightest. I was upset and took it out on someone who didn't deserve it."

She reached towards her phone, quickly clicking the rewind button to start the song over. Clearing her throat, she said, "Missed most of the song, but I hope you're taking notes."