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HARI. TWENTY-NINE. corporate shuck BIRDRIDGE BAY life's just a party to promote.

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lucxscasillxs:

Lucas chuckled and shake his head “You didn’t realize that when you were talking to her on tinder, or where you too busy sending dick picks to her before actually talking?” He grabbed the beer “You still owe me more than for this. You can say I need you to help me out with something, and no don’t worry you are not going to do anything.”

Hari was too taken aback by Lucas’ candor and sudden movement to react immediately. Even his hand was frozen holding his ghost bottle. His widened eyes eventually turned back to normal. “Fair, fair, fair.” Stopping short though, he added while pointing at Lucas. “My game is very good and texting is a very neutral communication format.” Crossing his arms, he looked at the other with a raised eyebrow. “Alright, lay it on me and let’s get outta here.” 

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camixortiz:

Exploring the Spring Festival was not as much fun without friends. Camilla was a people person, so it was easy for her to make new friends. However, most of them were occupied with either significant others or closer friends. Not wanting to be a third wheel, she found herself wandering alone, bored. So when someone pulled her aside, she was almost too eager for company. “Uh, hi,” she awkwardly greeted. Once she heard his dilemma, her eyes followed to the woman gushing about crafts. “Fuck, she looks like she’s having way to much fun talking about crafting,” she whispered back. “Grab me a beer and then we go do something fun, like see who can find the weirdest festival food, or find out whose worse at carnival games.”

“Right? Who the fuck crafts?” Hari wouldn’t even DIY anything in his house. He didn’t expect such a positive response for his stunt, but he was glad she was taking it well. “Unless it’s craft beer, then I can appreciate that once in a while. Otherwise, your plan sounds way more stellar than the rest of my day here. I feel like a sitting duck just supervising a — I don’t know — some slow swimming fish, if that metaphor is still going.” Running a hand through his hair, he exhaled slowly while looking between Camilla and his date. “Well, thanks. I’m Hari and I think we can make a run for it while she’s still not looking at me.” 

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isaac-lodge:

Isaac was rather proud of his performance, wishing more people had been around to see it. Still, that hadn’t been the point. In fact, helping his friend out had been the point and now that they were detached from the Tinder date, it was time for Hari to pay him back.  “Definitely in need of a drink or six…do you have anything else that might make this fair a little more…festive?” he asked coyly, careful not to let anybody else overhear the conversation, lest they pick up on his subtext.

Six sounded like a significant amount of money, especially with what the Festival might’ve charged. Then again, Hari thought, why was he worrying about money? The hard-working (debatable) actor deserved his good day off. At Isaac’s tone, Hari laughed and still kept a smile. “Of course, you’d ask.” He took out his phone and started scrolling through his contacts. “Not on me right now, but I think my guy might be around. We can get a couple drinks before then but hey — after all, Spring Festival is only once a year.” 

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isaac-lodge:

Isaac took a quick look at the Tinder date, deciding that she was definitely worth ditching before his demeanor switched completely. “Shit, god- Hari, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. It’s Annie, she’s been in an accident, she’s not okay. We have to go,” he looked to Hari’s date for a moment, a defeated look on his face “I am so sorry to ruin your date, so sorry. It’s an emergency,” he insisted, putting his acting skills to some use for other first time in a while.

He knew he made the right choice once Isaac put it all into action. “My sister,” He yelled to his date before turning back to Isaac and happily playing along. The girl started saying something in sympathy, but he was off before she could reach him. 

“Thanks, man,” Hari said when they got out of her earshot. “I’ll owe you another, but what you feeling then? Ah shit, I left my drink behind.” 

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The moment his lips left the beer bottle, Hari could finally put his thought into action. “Oh, hey there.” Hari had reached for the other person’s shoulder with his spare hand. Having seen them walking in his direction, he purposefully turned away from his ‘date’. She was talking to a craft stall attendant. So, he whispered to the other. “Met this girl on Tinder. She’s very boring. Please. Take me away now.” He lifted the bottle, and offered in a normal volume. “Do you want one?” 

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isaac-lodge:

“Ever worn Bose noice-cancelling headphones before? It’s like being on another planet, I highly recommend investing in a pair. Construction’s not gonna stop cos you don’t like it, it’s definitely not gonna stop any time soon at the rate its going. Nice pair of headphones though? You’ll enjoy long-haul flights as much as sitting on your own couch,”

“Too bad they’re kind of .... ugly?” The pitch of Hari’s voice went up suddenly at the last word. A squeak of regret, mincing on his words. “But now you’re giving me ideas for work expenses. It’s a great excuse.” The boy loved capitalism and consumer goods but perhaps, took it too far. “I have some optimism they’ll get it done. In the mean time, I don’t want to sacrifice for the nuisance they’re causing.” 

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ericburns:

“Not much you can do it about it. You will have to either get used to it or file a complain.” He commented. The guy was obviously asking for a opinion and he was giving it.

Hari was expecting a much wilder answer from the heavily rumoured former detective. Perhaps, his imagination had got the best of him. “Well, now that you’ve mentioned action. You don’t think there’s more options? Legal, of course.” 

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rohanbhakta:

Rohan tilted his head as though he were weighing some sort of option in the matter before ultimately shrugging. “Well, technically speaking, it is what you pay for. Construction means upgrading, yeah? They’re just people doing their job. But of course it’s annoying. If you play video games at all, there is such a thing as noise canceling headphones and they work wonders. Jump right in and forget the whole world around you for a few hours.” He could understand where the other was coming from, of course. But there wasn’t much to do in the way of changing anything. Construction would go on, rain or shine. “Or you could have a massive party and then your noise cancels out that noise. Fire with fire.” Okay, he was joking about that part but still.

“That’s not a terrible idea,” Hari replied, pressing his lips in thought and crossing his arms. He was very close to reaching that conclusion but Rohan had beat him to it. Sure, the other seemed nonchalant and unsure but a gold nugget of thought had appeared in the slurry of his numerous suggestions. “A party. Because,” Hari said to launch into another point. “I come back home to get away from my job, so sympathy can only stretch so far until I’m bending over backwards for my leisure time.” He gave a big sigh, before unfurling his arms and putting his hands behind his head. “I don’t want to start anything it’s just — it better be a great fucking upgrade, if you get what I mean.” 

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holster: “road work ahead”? uh, yeah, i sure hope it does!

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rowanzdonell:

Rowan had to admit he had a point, he was not really a noise fan, actually, it made him very anxious, but if they wanted to have more exclusivity they had to look for something exclusive or deal with the noise and people coming to their neighbourhood “I added noise cancelling windows and did a work to make my walls like music studios so the noise can go out or get in, that might help a little. But you know neighbors are usually the most important people to please so you can add a formal complaint.”

“I’m glad that’s worked out for you, but for me,” Hari said, with his two hands held towards himself for emphasis. “It doesn’t sound right that I need to shell out for what they’re doing.” He put his hand out, calmed slightly that the other — a fellow Birdridge resident — could understand. “It’s Roman, right? Maybe a complaint would work better in numbers. We paid for the comfort and vibe of the place. I’m this close to calling my lawyer.” Hari didn’t have a lawyer, but a little lie to elevate his social position didn’t hurt the conversation. 

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littlemisslilja:

Lilja was reading over a few of the headlines from the magazines that were all places along the convener belt as she waited in line to pay for the few groceries she had to pick up. She was planning on making some tarts since the weather lately had been very nice and needed to pick up some fresh fruit and a few other things to make them. She hadn’t really been paying attention to the people around her until the man in front in line began to speak to her.  She looked over at him, brows furrowing softly. She’d driven by the construction before though it was not really on her path most days so she’d completely forgotten about it. Nor did she even know what they were doing. “What kind of construction are they doing, do you know?” Maybe it was some roadwork that would be done pretty quickly.

“Not quick enough,” Hari replied with careful enunciation. He put down his basket with a soft thud. Now that he had voiced it, he had a feeling that it would be a difficult fight. Birdridge had some powerful people around. However, his competitive nature would always override any ‘feeling’ of that sort — as counterintuitive as it was. “And unless it’s the next Michelin starred restaurant around, I’m not buying how important it could be.” As he talked, he narrowed his eyes as he recognise her. Hari was unlikely to recognise her from the television show, given that he stuck to HBO only (for some odd reason). Perhaps, he’d passed her book in a store. He wouldn’t know, and this part of LA was full of familiar faces. 

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adiekravetz:

“Damn, Hari, if only all non-parental supporters were as charitable and handsome as you,"Adie exaggeratedly joked, before placing her hand with thanks on his shoulder. Since arriving in Westwick 3 years ago, and after a few chance meetings, Hari was one of Adie’s favourite people to bump into in the city. "Ned was doing some Ryan Gosling..” the girl lowered her voice “shit up there, right? I knew he must’ve been beaming at someone at the end, should’ve known you would’ve sauntered your way in to see him, or me, bonus points and all.” She flashed him a wink and then looked down with an anxious grimace on her face at the drink he was holding and seemed to …actually be drinking. The woman lowered her voice again and put her hand on Hari’s back to pull him into a whisper. “Now, don’t kill me but I have no idea what’s in that and I’m pretty sure you won’t be liking your three hour stint on the toilet later and I sure as hell would only sit outside to keep you company so…"Adie shook her head with a chuckle as she admired his courage and kindness to actually drink the cookery club’s efforts. "You’ll have made them smile though and Ned. And maybe me…But I can’t flirt with you in-front of my kids’ parents…come on, dude. I’ve got a hard-faced reputation to maintain.”

"The interesting drink is all the more reason to fundraise," Hari replied, while slowly putting the cup down on the nearest surface he could find. While he was taken aback by how explicit -- or perhaps, honest -- Adie was being, he took her jokes and banter in stride. However, he hovered his hand over the drink, darting between grabbing it and not. "And hey, if you'll support me outside the bathroom that's still an opportunity I'd take, since you're such a dedicated public servant." His voice never left an equally joking tone. It was enjoyable to see the serious principal still shine through. If he was working, he'd have a similar inclination to think the same. However, Hari always had a funny relationship with the concept of professionalism. “And,” he began, but was interrupted by his own laughing. “And,” he finally managed after a few attempts to quell his laughter. “I think whispering like this,” he said, tilting his head to speak into her ear. “Is the best way to get the parents thinking we’re flirting.” He dragged himself out and gave her a wink. “And might some image softening be helpful? I mean, you’ll have to pay me to unlock the full advice on image and reputation. But hey, that’s my starter pack.”  

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mrkyleburns:

His eyebrow raises as he hears the man question and he shakes his head. “Not unless my film is something that’s going to be for sale, which its not. Its for a school project, not to mention its public property. Should I have been on private property then I would. I assure you I wouldn’t be filming unless it was lawful to do so, that’s the first thing we learn”

“Oh, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool,” he replies with, the words in fast repetition. Hari exhales, and presses his lips together before continuing. “I don’t know, that just, hm. That doesn’t seem right. Even if it’s for school, like, get your education but people need to be more careful about this.” 

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"I don’t know how I feel about all the construction near Birdridge,” Hari began. He was in the line to pay at the grocery store, and had struck up conversation with the person behind him. “The noises are just annoying, and not what I paid for.” Not to sound like a rich person complaining, but that’s just who Hari was. 

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vanessashaw:

“No!” Vanessa couldn’t help but to laugh at Hari’s question. Maybe she shouldn’t have started her complaint by immediately bringing up The Good Wife. “No… I’m getting worked up over real-life lawyers, but I’d been binge watching the show, so that’s why I made the connection. I don’t think I could ever get worked up over fictional characters. It takes a lot for real people to even get me like that…” She explained, waving her hand as she shook her head. “They really are smart. Too easy to manipulate others, so that’s good for them.” Nessa noticed him motioning towards her shot glass and cocked her head to the side. “Are you planning on buying me a drink or–? I mean, I wouldn’t say no to that. A drink is a drink.”

Hari grimaced at the thought but then slapped the air with enthusiasm. “Why not? One more round,” he ordered to the bar staff. Perhaps, he could get something going with her marketing since he had a chance. “Now that sounds more CEO-like. Cool, calm, collected,” his voice was soft and serene, but then switched to a more joking tone. “Until some fancy schmancy smarty pants lawyers tap into her head.” Hari couldn’t imagine so explicitly complimenting her leadership abilities — a masculinity thing. He downed what was left of his whiskey and tapped the table. “A night always starts with innocent phrases like that. But we’re professionals, aren’t we? Maybe even better than lawyers ever could be.”  

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mrkyleburns:

Kyle adjusts the lens on his camera absentmindedly and shrugs faintly. “Just of the scenery really. The town, the beach. It makes a good filler shot between scenes if I need it to.” He flushes some. “Sorry, I’m a film student..probably should have mentioned that”

Hari nods as Kyle spoke the last point. “Yes, yes, that would’ve been good context.” Although he still felt uneasy with it all, but it only showed if you noticed how he gripped Winston’s leash a bit tighter. “Aren’t you supposed to get, uh, permission to do that kind of stuff?” He asked, with an edge to his voice.