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@owenryder
OWEN RYDER ANDERSON. ryder. he/him, cis man; october 22, 1994. Boston born and bred, but has traveled all over the world. lives in a suburban home with Iris and Jayla, and has a goldfish named Picasso. currently waiting tables at The Garden and managing exhibitions at From Brush to Canvas on the weekends. starving artist that drives a Porsche McLaren.
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Taryn twisted her lips as she thought about Ryder's offer. "That's actually a really good idea. I really like that actually. I'll get the dogs to fall in love with the biscuits and then I'll get their owners to fall in love with the drinks and baked goods. It's a win-win for everyone!" she smiled brightly. "Who says I'm not every dog's favorite person already?" she teased with a smirk.
She laughed at his reasoning before nodding. "Okay, that's fair. I only had background from Stasia, but yeah, I would've thought it would have something to do with swimming in the creek. That's one thing I don't think I could do. Swim in the creek. It's mud at the bottom and I don't know about my feet touching mud at the bottom of water. Is that weird?" Sure, she had been in the ocean millions of times, but the creek freaked her out a little for some reason. "You better or our alliance will have to be off." she grinned.
"You don't think my pouting will get them to buy more paintings. I think I should pout more." she said pouting harder and batting her eyelashes before chuckling. She clapped happily as Ryder agreed to do the corn maze with her. "Now, wait. I can't make guarantees like that. We don't have a map and I don't have a sense of direction so it can't be all my fault if we get lost a time or two." she warned.
"Basic business math," he agreed with a grin. Ryder didn't know a lot about dogs, but he knew their owners, and he knew that if they got to see their dogs being spoiled rotten, they would be happy. Sometimes, that was all that it took. Where a lot of people used the term 'happy wife, happy life,' Ryder figured that 'happy dog, happy life' came in to play pretty well, too. Either way, Taryn wouldn't have to worry about her business. It really was that good. "I admire your confidence," he said with a laugh and a nod of his head.
"Hopefully if they ever do a festival that involves people swimming in that creek, they do it in the middle of summer, not… you know, now," he gestured towards the windows. It wasn't even that cold yet, but definitely not warm enough that he wanted to strip down and jump into any naturally flowing water, that was for sure. "Not weird. I think you're just more of a pool girl, right?" he asked with a smile. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, sometimes people liked the clean water… and not having to touch their toes to any rocks or anything of the sort.
"Well," he tsk'd softly when she argued that she didn't have a map, that she couldn't make any guarantees, but he laughed, to show her that he was just kidding. "I'll give it a shot, even without their being a map. Just for you, though. And only if you end up selling some paintings for me with your pout."
DACRE MONTGOMERY attending the amFAR gala at the Venice Film Festival
"I do try to get everyone up to speed on it, but I guess that takes more than just a little convincing," Jo grinned at him. Karaoke was her specialty, in a way. If it were a sport, that would be hers. "Good! Because I want to try it out as well," she said. Even though she worked at the Mirage, she didn't have too much time to try out the new drinks available. "You got it," she said, waving the bartender over. "I also heard the swamp thing is pretty popular. Who doesn't love a drink that doubles as a fog machine," she giggled. Once the blood orange shots were prepared, she slid one to Ryder with a giant grin. "Cheers!"
"You can only get people up to speed when they want to be up to speed, too," he said with a laugh, nodding his head. "That means sometimes, you're going to end up talking to a wall." Or several walls. Not everyone was going to be able to pick up music as easy as Joella laid it down, that was for sure. "Nothing wrong with trying everything while we're here. Halloween's only once a year, right?" and then the next thing they knew, they would be trying Christmas themed drinks, things sprinkled with little blue and silver sprinkles for winter. The seasons changed so quickly. Picking up the shot, he held it out to Joella's and clinked it against hers, "cheers, my friend."
"That would be perfect, actually," she nodded, agreeing to pay now and return to pick up the pieces later on. She didn't want to leave them sitting in her car until she decided to go home, either. With that agreement, she pulled her purse from her wallet. "You are taking card, yes?"
Ryder knew what a pain it could be to try to navigate through a crowded space with precious art -- too many people, too many chances for something to go wrong. If he could help out in any way, that was what he was going to do. "I do," he smiled, reaching for the little card machine that they had hooked up for the day, entering the price for the art, and turning it towards Cherie. "If that looks right to you, go ahead and swipe your card."
TASK #30 HALLOWEEN THIS OR THAT
Happy Birthday, Ryder! @owenryder
Hey you! It's your birthday! I know, I'm a little late, but I was trying to make you the fanciest coffee I could. The coffee you have is a lavender and honey pressed latte with fresh lavender and an actual honeycomb from the bees I got the honey from. Thank you Hideaway Market! Also, since you loved my apple pie so much at Creek Fest, I thought I would make another version just for you with artistic apple roses to appeal to your artsy ways. I hope you had the best day and got everything you wanted!
~ Taryn
Happy birthday @owenryder! Hope it was been awesome and sorry it's late. Kind of sums me up, but I hope my flirting makes up for it! And same with this cozy Van Gogh sweater. Any time you need a pick me up of any kind you know how to contact me...But for real...call me.
Xoxo,
Mena
“You know I don’t play around when it comes to music,” Joella grinned brightly. She loved karaoke and singing and just performing in general. She knew Ryder had a pretty different perspective and preference, but he was good fun to be around. She laughed. “You play a good bargain, Anderson,” Jo smirked. “How about I pay you in drinks?” she teased. Crossing her legs on the barstool, she glanced at the list of specials. There were some classics and fun new picks. “There’s the swamp thing… we could start with that if you’re going with fog. Oh, there’s the blood orange Jell-O shots which I’m gonna tell you right now is divine.”
"No, that's true. If anyone in this town is serious about music, it's you," given that it was what she did for a living, it made sense that she would want to do everything in her power to make sure that a karaoke session went well. And that they got a good round of applause -- which they had, for the most part. "I think that I could accept that deal, I do really love a good spooky drink. Or, you know, whatever season it was," since it wasn't as though Halloween was limited to the spooky season. There were plenty of other opportunities to have a good time. "We could start with blood orange Jell-O shots and then go with the swamp thing? Seems like a good idea, if you ask me."
Happy birthday, @owenryder !!
To one of my fancy friends, hope you're having the best day! Included is something a bit more practical in a watercolor bowl and brush holder set (with some new paintbrushes, of course). Also, a wool sweater for something to add to your already stellar wardrobe. Hope this year is a great one!
xx Aisha
Happy birthday @owenryder! My Scout friend who also enjoys the finer things in life like I do. I bought you this cool art deco display for a home bar, even if you don't have one, you do now. Plus it'll store some glasses for when you're entertaining people.
Hope it's a good one!
Your friend,
Tasha
Jo was happy that Ryder decided to take the chance with her and sing a duet. She let go of him. Sometimes karaoke could be overwhelming, but really, the point of it was just to have fun, even get the crowd singing along. “Oh, please, you were great,” she playfully punched his arm. Perhaps she could talk him into doing a solo later. “We’ve definitely earned it,” she gave him a high five. “Careful. You may become my next go-to person for duets,” she teased before settling herself back at the bar. “Same as before or should we try out something different?”
"You're too kind," Ryder said on a low laugh, ducking playfully as Joella aimed a punch at his shoulder. But really, he'd take it. Ryder didn't have any plans to become a performer any time soon, but that didn't mean that he couldn't have fun with it while he was on stage, singing songs during karaoke. "I thought so, too," he headed for the bar after her, hopping back into his seat and widening his eyes when she mentioned becoming her go-to person for duets. "You're going to have to start paying me cash money for this," but not really. When it came to spending time with Joella, he would probably do it for free. But only for her, definitely not anyone else. "Something different. Think they've got something that makes like… fog? Or looks like dripping blood?"
"Oh yeah? I never knew that they had a dog. And Bowie is the cutest name ever. I'm going to bake some of the dog biscuits I've been testing out to possibly start selling in the cafe and send them a basket." she nodded, making a mental note. "I'll definitely ask them. I really want the best pictures ever."
Taryn watched her feet swing slightly before turning to Ryder. "Really? What was the most surprising thing?" she asked. Taryn had mostly loved her first time going. Well, she would've if she had been in a bit of a different mindset. Taryn chuckled. "And who better than you, my friend?" she smirked. "Well, you better stop by Cobblestone's tent. I will offer you one free cup of coffee."
"Definitely! I don't trust people who don't. Can't be trusted at all." she shook her head before smiling. "Well, you know how I love all things spooky so of course I will be doing the spooky corn maze. You should do the corn maze with me! It will be so fun if we do it together. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease." she said with pouty lips as she batted her eyes at him.
"That's a good idea. You could probably go to the dog park in town and find some takers, too," after all, there were only so many places to take a dog, and if she was looking for a way to make friends who also had dogs, that seemed like a pretty good place to start, and somewhere that she'd find a lot of really hungry canines that were deserving of a good treat, too. "You'll be every dog's favorite person."
"Not one thing in particular, really -- I think I just didn't know what to expect. It surprised me how… warm and cozy the whole thing was. Plus, it was called Creek Fest," he laughed, shrugging his shoulders, "part of me expected to be made to go for a swim or something." But in reality, it was just close enough to Black Creek that it had made sense to name it after that. Which did track, he guessed. "You got it. I'll make it one of my first stops."
"Alright, alright," he laughed, shaking his head as she brought up the corn maze, rolling his eyes playfully, "all that pouting and pleading, you're going to end up scaring away the customers, you know. Yeah, yes, we can do the spooky corn maze together. But you better hope that we don't get lost."
"Starts with art, followed by someone commenting about the appetizers I made... back to art," Jamie smirked. "I think that's why museums are so interesting too, right? And some contemporary restaurants, I guess. That one just focuses mostly on the atmosphere. A bit tricky perhaps, to do that in an apartment, but at least we can try!" He hummed and licked over his lips. "I can grab it as I head out. I think that might be a bit easier."
"As long as they're complimenting the appetizers that you made," he said, a wily smile on his face. Or maybe the conversation was quickly ushered back to art if someone was a little rude, instead, about the food that he had made. But Ryder didn't think Jamie had to worry too much about that. "True. I've been to a few restaurants in the past where the food was absolute garbage, but… the atmosphere was fun and different and unique, so all of a sudden it had rave reviews." Sometimes, that was all that it took. For better or for worse. Jamie's apartment would probably be a little better. "Yeah, definitely," he nodded his head, taking the tags off and beginning to tally them all up to get a price, setting the artwork aside. "I can get them wrapped, too, so everything stays safe."
Once directed to look at the price tags attached to each, Cherie looked each over. Any and all pieces that she was considering. Considering price, location, and placement at the bed and breakfast, she took some time looking over each option. Ultimately, she settled on four pieces that she was interested in purchasing, and proceeded to point each out to Ryder. "These four. I will take these four."
"Perfect," he grinned as Cherie picked out the pieces that she wanted, reaching to take each one off of the hooks as she pointed them out, carefully removing them. "If you want, I can tally them all up now, you can pay, and I can get them wrapped up and secure so you can come back when you're on your way home and pick them up? I know it can be a little bit much to carry them around the entire festival ground," especially if she wasn't ready to go home yet. No one wanted to worry about someone dumping pumpkin spice coffee on the painting that they had just purchased.
Course not. Nothing about you is my business, except when it comes to tormenting you within an inch of my life. Oh, right. I forgot you were allergic to preparing some tasty food, right? How would you ever handle living alone? Just nonstop UberEats?
Right, of course, that's your favorite part of me -- is the fact that you get to torture me so much. And you know what, it's valid, I'll accept it. I am, I only actually eat frozen food or things that they make at the restaurant. Probably? Or I'd go out to eat all the time.
