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brvnte:

she blinks, trying to clear the slight haze from her eyes. she doesn’t recognize his face, but he apparently knows her sister, so she’s immediately on the defensive. ‘ because i puked in the bushes and i lost my phone. i’m the evil twin, by the way. bronte. not sylvia. ’

“Right.” Phoenix narrowed his eyes a little, when the woman said she was Sylvia’s evil twin. “Well, you can’t sit out here. The police will come pick you up and take you downtown if anyone reports you. And when the owner gets to work, which isn’t in too long, that’s what’s going to happen. So, you have two options; you can borrow my phone and get someone to come pick you up, or you can let me take you wherever you need to go.”

#chat: bronte

simplestrosie:

“You did more than unfriend him on Facebook. I can feel it.” She said as she kept her eyes covered with her hands. Rosie didn’t plan on watching as the man behind the bar deleted someone from her life. She hate that she was so weak, that she couldn’t do this herself, that she had to have some stranger do it for her. She was pouting softly just wanting to get a drink.

Rosie slowly took her phone from him slowly scrolling through it with a small sigh. She could feel tears in her bambi eyes. Rosie couldn’t even think about deleting the pictures she had of Max, there were just so many. “That’ll take hours.” She explained with a small sniff before opening her camera with a loud sigh. “Smile.” Her voice was flat and emotionless “You’re gonna be my new background.” She told him simply before taking a picture of the blond a small laugh emitting from her. “Can I please have a drink now?”

Phoenix shrugged and grinned softly at the blonde who said she had a feeling he had done more than just delete him from Facebook. “Just... Accept it and be free, Blondie, be free and happy,” Phoenix said and shrugged his shoulders, while shaking his head. Phoenix hadn’t really had the type of problem before - when he ended things with his ex-girlfriend, Phoenix had just gotten pissed off and deleted the people who had known about it. He hadn’t really talked about it, either. He tried to act all tough, and as if it didn’t matter to him, but it did. Of course it did. He thought they were going to last, that they were going to be happy together. “Hours? How many fucking photos do you have of the loser?” he asked and chuckled, shaking his head. Smile. Looking up, Phoenix laughed when the girl snapped a photo of him. “I’m going to be -- Uh, okay. And no. You can’t. That I.D of yours, it’s fake. Now, can I get you some water and something else to drink? We’ve got soda and hot chocolate. Coffee. Ice-tea. Just, not alcohol in them.” He grinned and then leaned forward, eyebrows raised with a wicked grin on his lips, “On the house.”

#chat: rosie

brvnte:

‘ i’m not even hungover, honestly. i think i’m still drunk. and i kinda feel like i might’ve made out with someone last night, but i’m not super sure. ’

"Right. And, why are you, you know, sitting outside my bar? It’s like five in the morning. Also... Sylvia? Uh.. You don’t -- I thought you didn’t really drink.”

#:D #chat: bronte

simplestrosie:

“Yeah. I did.” She muttered, remembering the day Max asked her out as if it was yesterday, a fond smile broke out on her lips before she sighed “Because I loved him and love is a bitch.” Rosie stated simply as she took another sip of her water. A slightly pained expression appeared on her face when he held out his hand, she shook her head a little. “Phoenix.” She read off his name tag “I don’t think I’m ready.” She whispered glancing at her phone then the male before admitting “He’s still my home screen.” That was what made her shove the phone into his hand. Rosie’s small hands covered her eyes, she knew someone was going to have to rip the Max bandaid off but she never would’ve guessed it would’ve been a bartender. “Are you done?” She asked keeping her hands over her eyes with small sigh, “Can you give me alcohol now? Pretty please?”

" -- I know you’re not. That’s why I’m doing it. Now, give me the phone.” When she handed him the phone, he took it and went through the contact list - deleting him from it as well as going onto the girl’s Facebook, deleting him as a friend from there, too. Looking at the guy on her phone, then at the blonde, he shook his head and frowned. It was unbelievable, how people could cheat on someone; on a person who had given them their all. Phoenix’s chest tightened.

“Here you go,” he spoke and handed her the phone. “I’ll give you alcohol, as soon as you delete every single photo of him on your phone. Come on. You need to do it.” It’s what Phoenix had done when he had broken up with his ex-girlfriend a year ago. He deleted everything about her - made sure there was no way of him to hear about her or whatnot. “Neither of them deserve you to sit around and mope. They don’t deserve you to be sad. It’s their loss, not yours.”

#chat: rosie

wyliecoycte:

“Oh, I know that, I keep a pair by my bed in case there’s an intruder,” she winks playfully, before she brings the glass to her lips for another cautious drink. It’s still sour, but it goes down easier, and her mouth molds to the taste pretty quickly. “Not…. not really. I enrolled in law school to please my stepfather, who now owns the firm. But then my freshman year at Yale Law, my roommate’s rapist got away because she had pour representation, so I actually started trying. Told myself that there were good people in this world that actually needed stuffy ol’ lawyers with good intentions, so I graduated from Yale Law about 9 months ago, and I’ve been working at my stepdad’s law firm ever since. Problem is, we’re a multi-billion dollar company. So we don’t get cases from good people, we get cases from rich shitty people.”

" -- Lawyer in the day, killer in the sheets, is that so?” he spoke and winked, a chuckle leaving his lips as she spoke about how she had a pair of shoes by her bed in case of intruders. Phoenix was impressed with what she was saying; how it had begun being about pleasing her stepfather but then things changed when her roommate got raped - and she began wanting to be one herself. “Well, that’s a good thing, I guess. You should never do something just because others think you should do it or want you to. That’s not a way to live your life for sure.” Phoenix’s parents had been like that. They always wanted him to be something more - something great - so when Phoenix spoke about wanting to paint, perform his music - they were furious. To say the least, his relationship with his parents aren’t exactly the best. “Congratulations on graduation, and yeah, sucks, but sometimes - I don’t know - good people have to defend shitty ones.”

#chat: wylie

bibliosylvia:

Sylvia understood that he wanted to see her I.D, everyone’s always told her she could pass as any age between 16 and 25, she just has one of those faces. Young skin, mature bone structure, her father said to her, possibly one of the only kind things he’s ever said to her. She nodded at first and her eyes went wide at the vodka. “Uhm. Yah, well, I work at the library, and someone thought it’d be hilarious to glue an entire aisle of books shut this week? So I’ve been trying to salvage all the books we can, and it’s just… a lot of work. So much so that we’re all getting paid double time.”

" -- I’m honestly not surprised you work at the library,” he spoke and laughed as he looked at the brunette, the grin on his lips widened. The girl was pretty and she looked young - which had also been one of the reasons why he had asked about the ID, even if he had seen her be asked before at the bar. “Someone glued an entire aisle of books together? Are you --,” he laughed and shook his head as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, “You’re not serious, are you? Because that’s -- Wow, that’s fucking dedication.” Phoenix couldn’t believe some of the things that people would do just because they’re bored. “Well, at least you’re getting paid for the job which is a good thing.” He laughed softly, taking another sip from the glass.

#chat: sylvia

wyliecoycte:

“Oh, yes,” she giggles, “I have the baddest of asses.” She shakes her head, before taking a long sip of what he gave her, wincing at the sourness of it. It burned her throat going down but the taste didn’t stay long, so she took another little sip, trying to force herself to get used to the taste. “I’m not that terrifying. I think I just give off that don’t fuck with me vibe, you know? Especially when I wear heels, because I’m taller,” she shrugs, glancing down at her Oxford flats─ she didn’t wear heels often, they warp your feet and she isn’t all about that life. “Yah, actually, most days,” she shrugs looking down into the brassy color of her drink. “But then I get there and my old as dirt step-grandfather is looking at me like I’ve made his day and I know I can’t leave,” she shakes her head, another gulp going down her throat, “I’m the only one who’s nice to him. He’s almost 90 and still hasn’t retired, he deserves prop, doesn’t he??”

" -- High heels, you know, they’re the perfect murder weapon. Apparently some lady stabbed her ex-boyfriend in the neck because she caught him cheating, so you know, I definitely won’t do anything to anger a woman who wear heels,” Phoenix responded and grinned as he looked at the blonde woman sitting in front of him. He swallowed and nodded, humming softly when she spoke about how she thought about quitting every day. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked at her and nodded. “So, did you become a lawyer because it’s something you wanted or because it’s something your old as dirt step-grandfather wanted?” So many people did that: they took a job because it was something their parents wanted - not because it was something they wanted for themselves. “Wow. 90? You for real? That’s extremely impressive, actually. And he’s still working?”

#chat: wylie

simplestrosie:

“My little sister is fucking my ex-boyfriend.” She explained taking the water and taking a long sip through the straw sniffing a bit. Rosie sighed softly, this man didn’t know her, she would have to tell him the full story. The blond sighed heavily as she looked at the male. “His name is Max and he’s gorgeous. He’s tall, built, and his eyelashes are so beautiful. Anyway, I met him when we were 13 and instantly I just knew he was the one I wanted to be with forever.” A dry laugh left her lips as she mindlessly played with her straw “Max didn’t want to ruin our friendship though so he acted like I wasn’t madly in love with him, I don’t know why boys do that it’s so stupid, anyway this went on for six years. Until one day he asked me out, we started dating and it was so great. I was so happy and I thought he was too but––” The blond looked up from the drink to her makeshift therapist “I found him and my sister about to fuck on my bed. Of all places they could’ve done it they did it on my bed.” A small sniff emitting from the girl, she was tired of crying over this. “Currently my sister and Max are in a relationship. It kills me inside and when I saw him with my favorite animal I guess it was just too much.” She muttered with another shrug with a swallow. Rose shrugged a bit once again before pulling up the picture of a handsome boy with a giraffe a gentle smile on her lips, “He’s so cute…And look how cute that giraffe.”

" -- Holy shit!” Phoenix looked at the blonde and moved a hand to his mouth. “Shit. Fuck, that’s -- Wow. That’s a dick move. By both of them.” He felt his chest tighten slightly, as her situation was quite similar to what he had gone through with one of his best friends being in a relationship with his ex-girlfriend, while she was still dating him. Phoenix narrowed his eyes slightly when Rose spoke about how he was gorgeous and he tightened the arms across his chest, feeling his forearms press against them. He swallowed as he listened to Rosie and Max’s story - about how they had met when they were thirteen - and how he had kept his distance at first, until he had asked her out after six years had gone by. “You went out with that idiot? Really? Even after, like.. He didn’t go out with you for six years and then suddenly he thought you were good enough? That’s insane.” Phoenix shook his head and frowned as she continued to speak about how she had walked in on her sister and him about to do it in her bed. This was ridiculous. When she pulled out her phone, she showed a picture of a male with a giraffe. He’s so cute. And look how cute that giraffe is. Phoenix looked at the screen then glanced at the blonde. “You know what? I’m sorry, but you’re still friends with him on Facebook? This -- No, give me your phone.” He held out his hand, knowing it was a weird thing to ask a stranger. “Come on.”

#chat: rosie

bibliosylvia:

Golden brown eyes peered down timidly when he looked at her, a nervous habit she had no means of taking care of right now. “Oh─ yah, so sorry,” she says quietly, reaching into her little backpack to pull out her wallet. She opens it and yanks out the ID, kind of fumbling it on accident before she hands it to him, a bright pink blush on her cheeks, because, dammit, Syl, now is not the time to be uncoordinated. Once the ID is back in her hand and in her wallet, she pockets it away in her bag and sets it below the stool on the foot stoop, looking back up. “Uhm. I guess so, yah. N-not so much a bad day, but a long day,” she shrugs, lips curling up gently.

Looking at the I.D, Phoenix grinned - already knowing that she was old enough to be in there but she didn’t have to know that he knew that. Besides, it was a compliment, wasn’t it? Nodding his head, Phoenix handed the I.D back to the girl and grinned at her, who put it into her wallet and then into the bag, which she put somewhere out of view - most likely on the floor. Licking his lips, Phoenix nodded and hummed when the brunette spoke about how she hadn’t exactly had a bad day per say, as much as a long day. “Gotcha. Know the feeling. So, something strong?” Pulling out the Vodka bottle, he poured alcohol into the glass before placing it back underneath the counter. “Long day, you say. Mind if I ask what made it long?”

#chat: sylvia

simplestrosie:

“I act like a mature adult who deserves a drink.” She replied simply her features breaking out on her sweet features. Her dainty hands took the card from him sweetly before sliding it back in her bag. “Okay…So I can talk about my day and you’ll listen?” She questioned raising a brow. The small blond nodded at his question “Yes please.” She answered tapping her fingers on the bar. “So I was on FaceBook right? And I see my little sister with the love of my life at the zoo.” Rosie could feel her emotions resurfacing at the thought of Max “And there was this picture of him with a giraffe and–” she shrugged her little shoulders digging in her bag pulling out a little plastic container of tissues to dab the corner of her eyes “and it just triggered me and I had a breakdown. Right there in my dorm.” She muttered. She let out a small bitter laugh nodding a little at her story “All because of a picture of him with a giraffe.”

Okay, so I can talk about your day and you’ll listen? Phoenix smiled and nodded. “Basically, yeah,” he responded and grinned widely at the blonde as she requested ice in the drink. He bent down, grabbed some of the ice and put it in the glass, before pushing it forward so she could take it. “Now, go on,” he spoke and hummed, while leaning back against the counter behind him, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for her to begin speaking. “Wait... Your little sister was at the zoo with your ex-boyfriend?” he asked, slightly confused. Then, when she spoke about a giraffe, he furrowed his brows even more. “Okay, so wait a minute, hold the fuck up,” he stepped forward, pressing his hands against the top of the counter while looking at the girl, whom he had caught the name of as Rosie, when looking at the I.D she had handed him earlier. “Why are you breaking down over seeing him with a giraffe? I’m at a loss for words, to be honest.”

#chat: rosie

bibliosylvia:

Sylvia wasn’t a drinker, she’d only been allowed to drink for about four months (─not that anyone would have stopped her beforehand, she just never had a taste for any of it, yet), so when her string of long, incomprehensibly stressful days finally wrung her dry, she needed to restore her sanity by popping in the only bar she really cared to remember the location of. She sat at the bar, her tiny body perched atop a stool. Legs crossed and a book clutched tightly in her small hands, she offered a kind smile. “Uhm. What’s the stuff that tastes like sprite but gets you sufficiently drunk?” she asks, cocking her head to the side as she tried to remember the name, before shrugging, “Yah, uhm, anything that won’t leave a gross taste in my mouth but has a lot of alcohol is fine by me.”

Phoenix grinned at the brunette who sat in front of him and his brows raised at what the girl said. “Right. Um, do you happen to have your I.D with you?” he asked curiously and then grinned, leaning down against the counter while his blue eyes stared at the woman who had entered the bar not too long ago. He had seen her in there before, and he knew she was old enough to buy alcohol, but still - he liked teasing people every now and then. And, it was in-fact his job to ask for identification whenever someone was buying something to drink - alcohol wise. “And, humor me, are we drinking because of a bad day or?”

#chat: sylvia

wyliecoycte:

She giggles a bit when he agrees with her. He’s a cute one, especially for how young he seems to be. She taps her nails on the counter, glancing up every few seconds at what he was doing with his hands. When he stopped her mid-explanation, she giggled and laughed. “Yah, I’m a lawyer,” she shrugged, “I get that a lot. I wore jeans to a court date for a murderer, once. That was cool.” She shrugged again, something she seems to do a lot. Her pale cheeks turned pink, for no real reason, and she nodded. “Believe me, I handed him his ass today. Chewed him out completely, that guy is terrified of me,” she giggles, looking down at her pale pink nail polish and shaking her head, “I’m much scarier at work, trust me.”

As soon as the noise of nails tapping against the counter filled the area, his blue eyes dropped to the blonde’s hand for a minute or so before he looked up and listened to what she said. “Wow. Bad-ass, aren’t you?” Phoenix spoke and laughed softly as he wriggled his brows at the blonde with raised eyebrows and a mischievous grin on his lips. “You know, I have a feeling that you’re telling the truth about the whole being terrified of you, although you don’t look all that scary to me,” he spoke and grinned as she looked down at her hands. “Do you ever, you know, just wake up in the morning and think... Fuck it, I’m quitting?”

#chat: wylie

wyliecoycte:

“Well this is New York city. Everyone’s got a stick up their ass, so that makes sense,” she mumbles, before she picks her head up and rests her hand on her palm, supported by her elbows on the bar. “That sounds great. Thank you,” she says quietly, offering a quick and aimless grin as she looks back down at the bar. She looked up just as he was fixing his hat and she shrugged a little bit before taking a deep breath. “I’m a lawyer,” she answers simply at first, looking back down before elaborating, “At my stepfather’s firm. And I have no choice but to take this awful case defending this awful man who embezzled like, what, 23 million? From innocent people? I just don’t know what I’m going to do, this is my career, you know??”

Phoenix chuckled and nodded his head at what she said about everyone having a stick up their ass in New York, and it was true. Most people did have one. “Ha! Touche. You’ve got a very valid point,” he responded and hummed, his teeth softly nibbling on the bottom lip while his blue eyes stared at the woman in front of him, who slowly picked up her head, letting it read on the inside of her palm which was supported by her elbows on the counter. When the stranger agreed to him making the drink, he hummed and began to start mixing it together - having a feeling she would like it. The drink was quite popular with the women in New York, or at least the ones who stopped by Old Town Bar and Grill anyways. Looking up, Phoenix was honestly a little bit surprised. “Wait... You’re a lawyer? Huh. Not gonna lie, for some reason, I didn’t see you as one,” he spoke honestly and chuckled softly, while shrugging his shoulders quickly. Stopping what he was doing, he looked at the blonde and frowned, nodding his head before speaking again. “Shit. That sucks. Sorry ‘bout that. Not really much you can do about it either. Like you said, it’s your job; you kind of have to do it. Doesn’t mean you have to be polite to the asshole though,” he spoke and winked, a chuckle leaving his slightly parted lips.

#chat: wylie

wyliecoycte:

This night was another in a very long list of days that Wylie would end up at a bar, her credit card out, ready to drink her way into the weekend. The second a bartender walked in her direction she put her head down and held out her credit card. “Just give me anything that will make me forget this day ever happened, okay? If there’s anything that will make me forget the past year, I’ll take that, too.” Mumbles Wylie.

Phoenix laughed softly and leaned forward, hands pressed against the top of the counter while looking at the blonde as she had put her hand out, holding out the credit card. “Seems like a lot of people want to be forgetting their days lately. Let’s just say you’re not the first one in here asking for that,” he spoke and remembered how there had already been a couple in the bar wanting the same thing. Shaking his head, he grabbed the credit card and swiped it, before handing it back to the woman in front of him. “I’ll make you something. It won’t make you forget the whole year, but enough of them, it will at least, I don’t know, soften the memories of today, if that’s alright with you?” he asked and grinned, before shaking his head and adjusting his baseball cap slightly, which was facing the wrong way. “So, if you don’t mind me asking; what’s making you wanna forget today ever happened?” Phoenix asked as he began to pull out the things he needed.

#chat: wylie

alcxiaminora:

alexia stepped outside of the vet’s office, a squirming baby golden retriever in her arms. the pup had a cast on one leg but was still eager to get to the ground. she clipped a leash to his collar then set him down, letting him wander a few feet excitedly. she heard the jingle behind her that indicated that someone was opening the door. turning around, she faced the customer. “the vet’s out for another fifteen minutes. what d'you need?”

Daisy had been acting really weird the past couple of days, and so Phoenix had gotten worried instantly. When she hadn’t gotten any better or shown any signs of improvement after two-three days, he decided to take her to the doctor and have her checked out. Maybe there was something he had been doing wrong? Although he had been following everything the veterinarian had told him to do, after having had her one year check-up. Patting the top of Daisy’s (a golden retriever) head, he smiled gently as he walked inside of the veterinarian's office, softly rubbing the back of the puppy’s ear as she laid in his arms, breathing rather heavily. “Oh. Right. Um.. I’m Phoenix. Phoenix Edwards and this right here, this is Daisy,” he spoke and looked down at the tiny pup who laid with its head pressed against his chest, eyes closed. He swallowed the lump in his throat: he was really worried about her. “I think something’s wrong with her.”

#c: alexia #hello!#:)

simplestrosie:

Rosie simply rolled her eyes pulling out her purse digging in the bag with a small sigh. “Do I look that young to you?” She teased handing him the piece of plastic, she was turning twenty-one in a few weeks so this wasn’t a big deal, right? The girl rolled her eyes again with a small laugh “You sound like a therapist.” she grumbled resting her cheek on her palm sighing softly as she ran a hand through her blond hair, “Can I just get pretzels and water? Pretty please?”

" -- You don’t look young, you act younger, babe. Big difference.” Phoenix grinned and took the piece of plastic, looking down at the photo and where it said that she was twenty-one. Looking up, he studied the blonde and then down at the card, laughing when she said that he sounded like a therapist. “Well, I am a bartender, aren’t I? Doesn’t that kind of imply me having to be one? Isn’t it written down somewhere that bartenders and taxi drives have to be like therapists? If it wasn’t for us, listening to a lot of peoples crap, I’m pretty sure we’d either have a hell of a lot more suicides or murders happening around here.” Grinning, he handed the blonde her card and nodded his head as he reached down for what she had asked for. “You want ice?”

#chat: rosie #tw: suicide #tw: murder

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