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sweetlikeccndy​:

the nightingale was packed to the brim because the festival, making harper’s job a bit more difficult. he wasn’t complaining since more people meant more tips but man, he was running around. one of the bartenders had to go on break so he begged to switch out so he could just stand still for a while. “ sorry, it’s a bit hectic here. “ harper exclaimed to the person he saw waiting at the bar for their drink. “ did someone help you already or ? “ 

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kwondaex​:

“Does this look like something a fourteen year old girl would enjoy?” Dae looked at the stuffed bear he was considering. “What do they even like? Or should I just go with money instead of a gift and be done with it.”  

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aeronsummers​:

Open Starter Location: It’s Outside

It had only taken a week for Aeron to grow tired of being asked if she was old enough to work behind a bar, it came with the territory when you were as small as she was but her response had shifted from laughing along to just rolling her eyes - still with a smile of course - and in the case of the person who had just said it, their attempt at flirting with the line had failed miserably.  Spying an empty glass at the opposite end of the bar she took the opportunity to move away and scooted along the bar to the other side.  “Can I get you the same again?  Or are you feeling adventurous and want to try something different?”

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oliverackerman​:

@silvercreekstarters​ : open to all! location ** marriner’s restaurant

They were there before their shift again. That was the thing with Oliver; they were either incredibly early to anything or anywhere between five to twenty minutes late. Punctuality was not his specialty, nor would it ever be, in their fine opinion. So, they had their nose buried in their phone, despite the fact that he was already dressed in his uniform. When someone came up to their table, their shadow covering them, they didn’t bother to raise their head yet. “I’m off the clock,” he muttered, continuing to scroll through Twitter, trying to find something to take his attention off of the upcoming conversation.

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brooklynarirodgers​:

Open

As Brooklyn exited the bakery, the Switch smiled to herself. Her students were all in for a treat, with summer fast approaching and the end of the year upon the students she wanted to give them something they would enjoy. Heading back inside so she could grab the last box of cupcakes, she bumped into someone. “I am so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She said hoping she didn’t mess anything up for whoever she was unlucky enough to bump into.

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eoincaster​:

open

Eoin was seated at his booth in the Neighborhood Market, plunking away as he painted a tea pot he’d made on the pottery wheel. He made very short and deliberate strokes around the The Hatter he’d already painted on the side, askew like even the viewer was drunk on what was inside the pot. His tongue was pressed to the back of his upper teeth and his hair was swept up into a bun. He wore an old, stained apron over his clothes as he managed to make painting a dreamy border look easy. He sensed someone step up to the booth, but didn’t readily look up.

“Touch anything you like, yeah? Just not the blown glass. Very fragile.” He kept painting and finally paused. “And if anything is up to high, I have a step stool.”

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teoruiz​:

OPEN | Free Advice.

    TEO REALLY WASN’T TRYING to be rude. Truly. He wasn’t the type to eavesdrop on anyone’s conversation ( unless they were carelessly chattering about his store and putting their own drama on blast ). Outside of that? Mateo really minded his own business. It was just the type of guy he was. Yet, there was only so much minding his business that Teo could do when someone was having a phone chat right in the middle of Sweet Stuff Bakery on a beautiful weekend morning.

      He sipped at his coffee. Tried to focus on his newspaper. Posted to his Instagram. Maybe snapped a few friends about the nerve this person had. And finally? When the call ended ended, Teo couldn’t help himself. He leaned over his chair and lifted his brows. “Look, I’m not trying to get involved, but honestly? Whatever all that was about, it’s really not worth all the fuss.”

  “I’m barely on my second coffee but I feel like I need to switch to mimosas. Your friend give you any good advice?” Was it a little catty? It depended. Was he sorry? Not one bit.

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erisfm​:

Eris && ??? ( @silvercreekstarters )

This was an unusual setting for her. She and her brother had moved here a year ago and, though she wanted to keep him on the straight and narrow, she had yet to find it in herself to follow him to big parties like this - with drinks and drugs and men and women and everyone else grinding up on her ass when she was just trying to walk from one end of the room to the other.

She had lost the man she followed in a long time ago, and she assumed the idiot was off getting laid or snorting coke off someone’s thigh. She was looking more than a little lost before she was tugged by the wrist by someone she didn’t know. Her shirt was yanked up whilst she stood and worried. She was left in her bra, shocked into silence and stillness as her collarbone, ab dip, and the valley between her breasts were lined with salt. Body shots. She looked around and saw a line up of people ready to go. 

Eris’s hands were shaking as she hopped up onto the bar, laying back and letting a lemon wedge being placed between her glossed lips. She was nervous, but not against this. Her mentor - Yu - ‘s words returned to her, the woman’s voice telling her to be strong and experiment fearlessly with her dominance.

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sloane-baker​:

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open starter // cap at 5 threads 

Location: Silver Creek Fitness

Sloane has always been mindful to take great care of her body and health - physical, mental, emotional. Six months in Silver Creek that are filled with seemingly endless nights of working closing shifts at the bar don’t offer her much of a reprieve, but she always finds the time to get a workout in. Whether its crossfit, martial arts, or hockey on the weekends, the stress relief and endorphin rush she gets from overworking her body to near exhaustion is only comparable to one other thing. But she’s unpartnered at the moment, so working out will have to do. Today, it’s a mix of crossfit and martial arts - something she took up from an old hockey buddy back in Toronto - stick-fighting, in particular. Surprisingly effective. “You’d be surprised what kind of ass-whooping I can give someone with these,” she says with a slight laugh, “but genetics pushed me to the wrong end of the spectrum, I guess.” Submissive or not, Sloane’s body is as strong as it can be for being as petite as she is. Tiny but mighty indeed.

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heartstrlngs​:

Victoria George was supposed to be an example. She was supposed to be poised and well-behaved, she was supposed to help maintain a decent family image. The problem with that is that Victoria has never known how to pretend. She’s not lukewarm, doesn’t know how to give only a small piece of herself   [  she’s wildfire, burning infamy  ].

What would Mr. George think if he could see her now?  [  from above or below  ]  What would he say to the woman unraveling herself on the dance floor at three in the morning? What would he think of her molly-induced euphoria? It doesn’t matter anymore, she supposes. He’s not here to think much of anything anymore.

Body sways to the music, feels it course through her very bones until the song changes and Victoria decides it’s the perfect time for another drink. Pushing her way through the crowd towards the bar, she leans forward against the counter, a smile on her lips when the bartender asks what she’d like. “I want…” A beat. Her usual order would be a Bellini without thinking twice, but tonight isn’t really about her usual ways. Bright blue eyes glance over at the person beside her and smile widens. “I’ll have the same, please!” She shouts so she can be heard over the music before dipping her head slightly in the other’s direction. “What is it you’re drinking anyway?”

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roxannedubois​:

open

Roxanne was at the Cove soaking in the salt air and watching the rising sun after her morning run that took her past the beach. She was in her moment that she didn’t realize someone was walking down to join her on the shore. Blinking and tensing but trying not to show that she had be surprised, Roxanne turned toward the person and pulled a lock of hair out of her eyes.

“Another beautiful morning, don’t you think?” she asked with a welcoming smile.

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axtowrites​:

He really hopes that Ava is still somewhere in the building. They’d grown up in the same small town, and Abram had moved to Silvercreek first, and yet his twin was always the more sociable one of them. So when she had dragged him out with her, Abram had gone along reluctantly - and seemingly as soon as he turned his back, she had vanished. There was a chance he could find her, if he dared venture into the packed crowd, but instead he backtracked weaving through the people around him towards the bar. It was less crowded, at the very least, and Abram managed to slip up to the bar, pausing at a seat, glancing at the person next to it. “Is this seat taken?” He questioned the person next to it - hoping that it would be available for him.

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jianwusub​:

“What do you think,” Jian turns to the person he sees after getting out of the changing room. He’s still buttoning the cuffs on his shirt.  “Does this look good on me?“

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heartstrlngs​:

Cigarette is held between two fingers as Kenzie leans back against the nearest wall, gaze wandering the street, searching faces in hopes of finding someone who looks like they’ll have a lighter on them but, upon further thinking, looks can be deceiving and so she attempts to make eye contact with the next person she sees, offering a smile. “Sorry, got a light?”

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dreamyfms​:

THEIR  FAVORITE  PLACE  was  to  be  at  the  harbor,  and  today  was  no  different.  With  Peaches  seated  next  to  her,  and  Kimmy  idly  scrolling  through  her  phone,  she  completely  missed  another’s  approach,  only  glancing  up  when  she  felt  her  dog  shoot  up  and  run.  “  Wait,  Peaches  ! ”  Kimmy  scrambled  up  after  their  dog,  trying  to  catch  hold  of  her  leash  before  she  had  time  to  shower  the  other  in  affection,  or  worse,  knock  them  over  with  her  enthusiasm.  “  I’m  so  so  sorry  !  We’re  still  working  on  her  realizing  that  not  everyone  wants  to  play  with  her,  ”  Kimmy  apologized  immediately  once  they  caught  up  to  their  dog,  pushing  Peaches  behind  her  and  sending  the  other  person  a  sheepish  smile.  (  @silvercreekstarters​  )

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kennedyprange​:

Kennedy is sitting on her couch thanking of what to do then it hit her. she would get up walk out there door and decide to go for a walk since it was a nice day. stopping she looks over at the person with a smile. “It’s such a beautiful day out don’t you think?” she would ask them.  @silvercreekstarters​

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sammymelrose​:

open

Sam smiled at the bartender he had just left before he held his drink tray just above his head as he navigated his way through the club back to the table that had ordered them. When he arrived, he flashed that bright white smile again and began unloading the eight drinks for the people in the booth. At that moment, though, someone reached around him and snagged the high-ball glass with the night’s special. “Hey–” Sam started to say as the person slipped off into the crowd with the expensive drink. He sighed curtly and finished what he was doing before apologizing and telling them he’d fetch another and it would be on the house, both drinks.

Leaving the table, he went to put in the order and smoothed his hair as he leaned on the bar and tried to chat-up another server as he waited. “Wild night for a Thursday,” he mentioned as his eyes roved the crowd, looking for a sight of the person who had swiped the drink. The anxiety the submissive felt made him want to bite his thumbnail but he stuck to brushing his nails against his black vest instead.

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