Batter Up

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[owen-day-blog]

“Are you serious?” Owen asked through gritted teeth, holding up his backpack which was soaked through with hot coffee. “And you’re just going to walk away?” he called after the man who’d just spilled his entire cup of coffee over Owen and then proceeded to walk away. He didn’t usually get angry, but his bag was ruined, and he was pretty sure everything inside was fit for the garbage. “I can’t fucking believe this” he was murmuring to himself, his jaw tight with anger as he dragged his bag over to the nearest bench, sighing as he tried to decide whether he should just go home at this stage. 

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sanakyeong:

The slur of the man’s voice peaked Sana’s interest far beyond the stain burned on the ugly linoleum tile. Swiftly she snapped of her black cleaning gloves, tucking them away neatly before turning her attention to the man now slummed over in one of the booths. Seeing that it was 3am on a weekday, the dinner was deserted; only Sana and the night cook occupied the space until now. Curious, she sauntered over with a cocked brow and notepad in hand. Working the graveyard shift had given her plenty experience with a variety of drunken, high, and delirious persons; and truthfully she enjoyed them all with a twisted sense of humor. “Cake, I recommend cake over anything else here. And maybe some water for you?” she asked with her head tilted sideways, noting the state of his eyes as the neon lights outside flashed against his skin.

Owen’s eyes lit up a small bit at the mention of cake and suddenly he was craving. “Do you have chocolate fudge cake? Fuck- I’d eat a whole chocolate fudge brownie cake right now” he grinned, happy with his decision, closing the menu and moving it to the side. “Well maybe not a whole one” he hummed after a brief pause. “Definitely half though” he nodded. “Would you share half?” he raised a brow. Who in their right mind would refuse a chocolate fudge brownie cake at 3am. “Do you always work the graveyard shift?” he asked. He didn’t really want silence at the moment, he didn’t feel comfortable in silence, so he was going to do his best to keep this conversation going. 

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kitty-diaz:

Kitty’s brows furrowed together as she shot Owen a wounded look, “I’m full of grace-” She defended herself between him and the offended party, her arms crossing petulantly over her chest Kitty heaved a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes waving him off a moment, “I truly am sorry. Next time I bump into you the first round is on me.” She gave a cheeky smile before looping an arm through Owen’s. “I’m no klutz, you just can’t salsa.”

“Mmm of course you are, madame” Owen mocked, adding a fake French accent just for the hell of it. “Excuse you, I’ll have you know I took salsa lessons when I was a kid, I’m pretty good - you know - if I wasn’t so buzzed” he smirked. “You’re pretty terrible, I hope it’s the alcohol” Owen couldn’t dance for his life, he did take the classes, his coach thought i might help with his coordination, but he hated them and he was absolutely terrible.

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sanakyeong:

Things had a habit of morphing at 3am. Once regular objects seemed to take on an alternate view, shadows appeared around every living thing, and a sort of hazy fog settled over all those still awake. For Sana Kyeong this shift was the only certainty in her life. ‘OPEN 24 HOURS’ flashed in pink neon light across the dark Brooklyn pavement. The inside of the dinner was just as desolate as the outside, other than the waitress down on all fours scrubbing stained linoleum title. The ring of the entrance bell wasn’t enough to completely occupy her attention. Instead of looking up she continued her futile motions, speaking just loud enough so that they could hear. “You can sit wherever you want, just mind the wet floor sign. This dinner doesn’t make enough to pay your medical bills if you slip.”

Coming off a bender was never fun, but usually Owen would just go straight to bed, try his best to sleep it off. He was hungry this time - starving actually, and thinking about it, he couldn’t exactly remember the last time he’d eaten. He knew there was no food in his house but nothing seemed to be opened at this hour. That was until he stumbled across a lonely diner. “Yeah alright” he half slurred, walking carefully over to one of the booths. He examined the menu, but he couldn’t make out much of the words, his sight blurry. “What do you recommend?” he hummed, pulling his head up to look at her.

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lcrkspur:

                   As she sat there under the romantic candlelight, Lana felt grateful that she was an actress. Otherwise, her opinion of the date she was on would have shone on her features like a neon sign. Her fingers plucked a sweet potato fry and lifted it to her lips, the brunette eating it slowly as she held in a sigh of discontent.  Her co-star had suggested a date with one of their friend’s, Lana regretted agreeing to the  meal. ❝ If you’ll excuse me for just one moment,  ❞  she smiled, putting down her napkin and ascending from her chair. Louboutins click clack'ed against marble as she headed for the bar, fingers holding her clutch firmly. When she arrived, Lana turned to the person who was standing by the bar,  ❝  What is the politest way to leave a bad date early?  ❞

Owen had been sitting at the bar for a few hours now, sipping on his drink because he couldn’t possible down another. He was looking at himself in the reflection of the bar, it was some sort of weird glass that distorted your face. He slowly pulled his head up towards the voice and smirked. “Tell ‘em you’ve had an accident in the toilet” he laughed.

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kitty-diaz:

Kitty laughed and gently slapped at their hands, “You have to work with me, let me lead and I’ll show you how to do it.” Kitty cleared her throat and let the beat come back around before she swayed her hips, “You gotta let the music move you - at least that’s what my mama always said.” Kitty spun and spun swinging her hips until she crashed into a table, spilling drinks as she went. Breathless and all smiles Kitty grabbed some napkins, “I’m sorry. I’m trying to teach my friend how to salsa…or maybe they should be teaching me,”

The only reason Owen was allowing this all to happen was because he was just the right kind of high. He thought it was hilarious actually, as he stood swaying while Kitty completely wrecked the place. “She’s a real klutz” he chuckled, leaning into one of the people sitting at the destroyed table. “Come on” he touched her arm. “Let’s get you out of here”

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sofie-gardner:

Sofie fluttered awkwardly around the room, grabbing a couple of candles and lighting them all around. “Sorry, the power is still out.” Pursuing her lips, she gave a curt shrug and flipped the light switch just for good measure. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of big bad I.L? I’ve heard scarier ghost stories at sleepovers,” Sofie gestured around the room, “This is just bad New York city electric doing what it does best and being the worst.”

Owen watched her in the dim light, a small smirk on his lips as she moved around, almost in a panic. “I think it might be you who’s scared” he replied calmly. He didn’t have many fears, thanks to his father. “It’s just a power outage Soph, s’all good”

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