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briar does not fuck with cops. in the same way that he doesn't particularly like horses, briar makes it a habit to avoid being around them at most times. in the same vein, they can always spot a cop, too — they do weird shit, like brood in a corner and scan the room while drinking coffee. or talking to themselves while writing something down. briar refuses to acknowledge that maybe his copdar isn't that good, and instead he's just met a lot of cops. this one included, unfortunately, " are you talkin' to me ? man, i hope not, 'cause i'll have you know, i haven't done anything since the last time i got out — " a motormouth at heart and a chronic sufferer of foot in mouth disease, briar can't help but continue, " — and you gotta stop acting weird, man. like, you're being real weird right now — " you'll have to stop him.
to gabriel's dismay, the subject began speaking. a lot. “uh-huh,” gabriel muttered, shifting his focus from the stranger to his notebook, where he hastily scribbled, arrested (multiple times?). “and what other things haven’t you done since getting out?” gabriel decided to take advantage of the information that poured forth. much of it came so quickly that his hand struggled to keep pace, as he was determined to not neglect a single detail. only when briar called him weird did the writing cease, gabriel now looking up. “me?” he scoffed, “oh, you have to be on something.”
" you are so deeply unpleasant, did you know that ? " said as she sits down directly in front of the other anyway. esme's relationship with stevie can be seen as complicated but fond; stevie reminds her of herself, terribly so. but she's fun to be around ( to an extent, as everything else is with esme ), and she makes a mean fucking cosmo. speaking of, " and i don't drink tequila, you know that. don't be mean. " a soft huff, though she relaxes as soon as she gets it out. like a cat with it's hair all stuck up, " how do you keep your job if you're always like this ? "
“mm,” stevie grunted in acknowledgement. it wasn’t the first time she had been described as unpleasant, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. “thank you for your feedback, valued customer." her reply is flat, though her lips hinted at something close to a smile. she knew she wasn’t making much of a case against esme’s accusation; difficult patrons were nothing new, and her presence rarely invited anyone to linger longer than necessary. as she finished pouring the cocktail, stevie handed it over with a deliberate gesture as if to answer esme's question with 'i'll show you how'. she leaned back against the counter with folded arms, awaiting her friend's sip and subsequent praise. “you’re later than i thought you’d be, you know," she added. "for a second there i thought maybe you'd found someone else to torment."
"Oh now, there's your mistake honey. If you want to snoop on people or simply watch then you really do need to keep those thoughts on the inside." Lillian smiled with barely restrained glee. In truth she'd just happened to be walking past as he spoke and looking up had joined the dots. Still she hoped she'd be able to have a bit of fun and so pulled up the chair beside him.
"Who did we notice? Wasn't Mrs Jones was it? Really she needs to be left far alone or you're just asking for trouble."
if the male ego was fragile, gabriel would have 'handle with care' stamped across his forehead. he cast a critical glance at the woman addressing him, unable to mask his judgment. “i’m just doing my job,” he retorted, lifting the cloth at his waist to reveal the badge clipped to his belt. "and though i don't do this for the praise, a thank you wouldn't hurt. ” he resumed jotting notes, but lillian's mention of ms. jones piqued his interest. gabriel hesitated, his pride unwilling to let him pry further, but curiosity nagged at him. he cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. "and what is it that you know? i’m just asking to make sure the details match up - and i probably already have it written down here - but legally you do have to tell me."
it's not often that a friday night sees fraya at a bar, of all places. but the day at the playhouse had been long, the drunken poet is on the way, and she had been fairly sure that stevie would be there working the night. two birds in one stone. if one of said birds weren't feeling so sour about their late arrival, that is. "lucky for you, then," she says, rounding up the bar to rest her elbows on the counter, "that i'm not here for tequila or your patience. i was looking for"— you, really, is the answer, but even in all the years they've been friends, fraya doesn't think that naming their care and fondness for stevie comes naturally. "mulled wine, if you have any. and whatever your choice of poison might be. drink with me." here they lean back, arms falling away from the countertop to fold across their chest. both an invitation and a concession. "i promise i'll make it quick."
stevie's lips relaxed, and though they hadn't quite settled into a smile, it was a small reprieve from her hostility. the understanding between her and fraya was often unspoken. and as her friend's sentence hung unfinished, stevie playfully offered, "for free alcohol i'm sure." she nodded toward the jar beside her. "just remember you're still required to tip." with a resigned but good-natured sigh, she moved to make fraya’s mulled wine. it didn’t take much convincing for stevie to pour herself a small drink. sneaking sips throughout her shift had become ritualistic at this point. as she slid fraya’s glass across the counter, she poured a modest splash of whiskey into her own glass. "so," stevie began, leaning one hip against the bar as she brought the glass to her lips, "did you come here to try and get me fired, or is that just a bonus?"
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location: the drunken poet
the bar had dwindled down to a handful of regulars and a few solitary patrons nursing their last drinks. the drunken laughter from a group of men in the corner only served to sharpen the dull ache in her head. with just a half hour until closing, stevie’s mind was already on autopilot, her face resting in its usual scowl. she had worked enough late shifts to know that the final stretch always dragged. stevie shot a glance at the clock, watching the seconds tick by slower. thirty minutes. thirty agonizing minutes. the bell above the door chimed, signaling yet another late arrival, and stevie’s shoulders slumped. “of course,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the rag over her shoulder as she turned to face the new patron. “make it quick,” she called, her tone cautionary. “i ran out of tequila and patience an hour ago.”
open starter! capping at 5 replies! @kilmerstarters location: hawthorne inn
gabriel couldn’t help sticking his nose where it didn’t belong – it was part of his job description. as he leaned his body against the splintered, timeworn counter of the hawthorne inn, he studied the flow of guests with the scrutiny of a man who never truly clocked out. his coffee had long since cooled in his grasp, forgotten as he cataloged the familiar and unfamiliar faces streaming through the lobby’s doors. even though he was off duty, he couldn’t help but make mental note of the faces he’d recognized and those he hadn’t. if one of the latter happened to be attractive, he’d discreetly mark the thought for potential exploration, perhaps an invitation for drinks when professionalism wasn’t breathing down his neck. just as he lifted the coffee lid to his lips, someone out of the ordinary catches his attention. gabriel set his coffee down and slid a small, leather-bound notebook from his coat pocket and began jotting down observations. “interesting...” he mumbled, his voice carrying a bit louder intended.
── .✦ 𝔤𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶
⟡ — is that GABRIEL ANDRIES i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a RESIDENT who’s been here for TEN YEARS. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE INN. at face value, they’re said to be CHARISMATIC and INTELLIGENT, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite CONDESCENDING and SELF-RIGHTEOUS. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO NOT believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them! (sophie, she/her, gmt-8)
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⟡ — is that STEVIE LIU i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a RESIDENT who’s been here for TWENTY-FOUR YEARS. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE CEMETARY. at face value, they’re said to be SELF-ASSURED and LOYAL, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite ARROGANT and ABRASIVE. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO NOT believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them! (sophie, she/her, gmt-8)