i know it's dire

[samuel-moore-blog1]

carmendesantos:           Leg day was not her day. Staying in shape was hard, incredibly so after successfully avoiding the gym for months before landing a role again. Though now, Carmen had to really work for it all over again. Those damn cheat days (months). Breathing heavily, she was just about to pass a fellow member of the gym when he interrupted her, asking about his water bottle. Huh. Surely nobody would be low enough to steal a water bottle at a gym? And true enough, Carmen had kicked the water bottle a few steps away,  “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”  She began, already walking after the bottle,  “I must’ve kicked it on accident. My legs are basically numb Jell-O, so I didn’t even feel any kind of resistance.”

A chuckle came from Sam as the dark-haired woman explained the feeling that the male knew well. “That’s okay. At least it was closed.” He stated, not going after the bottle himself since she was already in pursuit. Instead, the male stayed standing and waiting for her to retrieve the bottle. “Leg days are the worst part of the week.” Sam joked, cocking his head slightly to the side as he examined the girl. “So, do I know you from somewhere? You just look so familiar...” He trailed off, trying to think where he would know the attractive female from.

[samuel-moore-blog1]

LOCATION: Drybar, San Joaquin Hills Bar CLOSED: @alanaxmurillo​

Pulling the sunglasses off his face once he entered the bar, Sam headed straight towards the usual table him and Alana always shared. It was normal for the male to hit up Alana after his shift ended for some drinks, good food, and even better times. So, naturally when it came time for Sam to clock out, the male stopped briefly at his house to change out of his scrubs and into normal clothes while sending the text to Alana. ‘Drybar, be there in 10.’ Simple and to the point, normally what Sam’s texts were like. Sitting on the black bar-stool at the small wooden table near the stage, Sam now wore black jeans and a red flannel with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow in place of the scrubs. His eyes kept scanning the faces that entered the bar, waiting for the dark haired female’s face to appear. In the meantime, the male had ordered himself a Rum and Coke and started to drink it as he waited. There was no harm in starting the night already.

[hazelxrumford]

@newportstarters​​

Location: Malarky’s

Time: Saturday 8:30pm

Until the age of twenty two the only alcohol Aurora ever had was wine. Even as early as six years old she could recall curiously sipping from her mother’s beautiful stemless glass. Then being laughed at from her cringe. Yet by ten, wine was on the dinner table every night next to crystal glasses of water that she was expected to take at least one taste of. One of the more finer things in life her father insisted she’d love over time. Now sitting at a bar’s counter with a tall glass of beer from the tap Aurora almost wished he could see her now. Just for the sake of knowing she’d take a five dollar beer over his hundred dollar wines that she’d come to hate. She grew a soft appreciation to the strong bitterness that always ended richly on her tongue. Maybe that could also be from her introduction to beer for the first time.

A memory that made her smile a little while picking up the full glass and turning to retreat into a small table she’d spied earlier in the back. For a modest night of just people watching and enjoying the bar’s energy but not having much of her own to participate yet. That is until Aurora’s turn took her right into some’s front, her elbow catching on their arm and spilling her drink all down their front with the glass shattering at their feet.

“O-Oh! Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!”

[samuel-moore-blog1]

Sam stopped himself from cursing as the wetness spread across the front of his solid black t-shirt he had selected to wear. He knew eventually the spilled alcohol would lower to his faded blue jeans, making the ability of re-wearing that outfit without washing it no longer an option. The glass shattering at his booted foot he was sure caused the pub to somehow get insanely quiet. Hearing the sincerity in her voice, Sam formed a friendly smile and decided against being an asshole. “I mean, if you thought I needed a shower, you could have just said so.” He jokingly said, the wet shirt now skin-tight against his toned abdomen. “Believe or not, it isn’t the first time beer has been spilled on me.” Sam said in an attempt to reassure her, reaching to grab a few napkins from the counter to place on the spilled alcohol now on the floor. The male was sure someone who worked at the pub would show up any moment to handle the clean-up of the glass. “Don’t worry about it though. Shit happens.” His hazel eyes glanced back to the unknown female, his smile still remaining on his face.

[samuel-moore-blog1]

DATE: November 12th, 2019 TIME: 12:00PM-ish LOCATION: Sweaty Betty, Newport Center Gym

“18, 19, 20.” Sam counted to himself, in a low enough voice that most of the other occupants in the gym couldn’t hear. He pushed himself up the final time on the number 20, holding his push-up form into the planking position for 30 seconds to finish his routine. Standing back upright, he reached for the water bottle he thought he placed on the small half-way that separated the area with mats for push-ups and whatnot from the actual workout equipment. His hand found nothing, causing him to begin to glance around as he steadied his breathing back to normal. “Fuck.” Sam cursed to himself. “Hey, by chance, you wouldn’t have seen a water bottle around here, have you?” The man asked the person passing by at that moment, thinking maybe it was worth a shot.

@newportstarters​

[bellarourke]

DATE: NOVEMBER 12TH, 2019. TIME: 9:09 PM. LOCATION: IL FARRO, CORONA DEL MAR.

The restaurant was full. Hazel orbs looked around at the busy tables. An old couple eating side by side, one glass of wine each, studiously bent over their meals. A group of young women in their late thirties collapsing with helpless giggles. Outside, businessmen in their boring grey suits take a break from their meal to light up cigars. Tourists at a table closer to the middle of the floor run their fingers over the menu slowly, trying to decipher the list of foods and drinks. A family and their teenage children. The noise level was high. It was good though. In spite of the many over-stimulating sounds, it was exactly what Bella and the casually dressed CIA agent needed to exchange a bit of information here and there. Basically, Bella quickly realized, it was a check up on the journalist to see how she was fairing. - And really, to make sure she was ’behaving’, what whatever the hell that meant.

The agent was long gone by now, and yet, Bella stayed behind to watch others continue about their evening, completely blind as to what was going on around them. She wondered what it was like to live in their dull, dull lives of instagram feeds and caring about coworkers who talk shit behind your back. Dull, dull, dull. Without any forethought, Bella moves her body to show she was speaking directly to the person on her left. “Humour me, would you.“ It was more of a request, if anything. "Business or pleasure?” She asks very casually while taking a bite of her Chicken Carbonara , not taking into account if the other person would be ticked off with her intrusion.

NEWPORT STARTERS.​

[samuel-moore-blog1]

It had been a long shift at the hospital, something Sam was used to by now. Working long hours was an escape from having to focus on anything else in his life. Sam liked it that way, preferred it actually. After his last round, Sam mumbled goodbyes to his co-workers and headed for his car. A tiredness he knew all too well came over him; yet, the drive for energy in the form of food stirred from deep in his stomach. Deciding to stop in one the more well-known Italian eatery may have not been the best choice for the male, however it was exactly what he was craving. Still wearing the green scrubs, Sam settled into a bar stool and placed his normal order of Gnocchetti e Crema with the bartender. His hazel hues glanced around as he waited for his meal, taking in the people around him just enjoying their lives. Sam always found himself wishing for more of the carefree vibes people always seemed to had. While he rarely stressed about work, it was just every other aspect of life that Sam constantly worried or stressed over.

After the steamy plate of potato dumplings in their spinach-tomato creamy goodness, the people and noise around him seemed to fade away. The tastes took his worries away, something Sam loved about food. The closeness of the female voice caused his focus to shift back to reality, not wanting to be rude if someone was speaking to him. A small, friendly smile came onto his face. “Mostly pleasure. Despite the noise. Best gnocchi in town here.” He explained and gestured towards his plate of food, his eyes not leaving the stranger’s. “And what about you, miss? Business or pleasure?”