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♫ call me in the afternoon - half moon run location: Last Drop; 1:47am status: CLOSED [ASK MEME] STARTER; @herwildwhisper

“—Now I’m not in the business of tellin’ others what to do, but this town becomes somethin’ else after dark. Somethin’ dangerous.”

A lift of two fingers in the bartender’s direction conjures up two shots mere moments later, joining the group of empty glasses before them, and the woman beside them. Not for nothing, but they’d been watching her through a steady side-eye long enough to know that she looked like she needed something strong.

“Take one if you need it, but you really shouldn't be out this late.”

If this is flirting, well, admittedly, they’d lost a bit of their touch. Blame the sudden arrival to this greyscale town, rather than the (minimal) booze— though that certainly didn’t help, either.

#c:mar #( hope this works! this one was tough to find a scenario for )

♫ rebel rebel - david bowie location: Blackrock Motel Lobby status: CLOSED [ASK MEME] STARTER; @lonehowling

A half hour of arguing with the young man behind the counter of the Motel lobby has gotten them nowhere.

Was it too much to ask for a copy of the guestbook over the past three months without any type of authority to be given such a thing? Maybe so, but that really wasn’t their problem, was it? I’m a journalist wasn’t an excuse that got one very far in Blackrock, but they never expected it to. You know... aside from being the one asking for it.

The chime of the little bell that hung above the door caught his attention (which he’d been hoping would be stolen away from them since they’d walked in), and it doesn’t take long for him to disappear in a utility closet. The moment he’s away they lean over the counter to snatch the guest book, paying no mind to the young woman who’d just entered the scene, watching them.

“What can I do for you?” How about you mind your business, is more like it. “Looks like you've been there too.”

Quickly they shove the guest book into their messenger bag.

“Desperation’s a bitch, ain’t it?” They say as they stride backwards towards the exit, but stop in their tracks the moment they sniff a possible lead.

“Are you a guest here?” they ask, giving little time for her to respond before they continue, “Would you be down to answer a couple of questions? I can’t pay money, but for your time I’ll buy you some food or something. Food, coffee, booze, weed, whatever—I’ll need an answer in the next ten seconds, though.”

#c:sola #( good lord please don't match length )