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Slightly Silber | 24 | Non-Magical | Wonderland Bartender

[slightlysilber]

Slightly yawned as he looked out at the party. The bigger part of his brain wanted to ditch, or to just cause some mayhem, but there were currently a ton of witnesses and no helping hands. Hopefully some of the people with kids would drop out because of bedtimes or whatever and stuff would pick up later. Or...well, Tootles was walking towards him, so maybe things would pick up immediately.

“Well fancy seeing you here,” Slightly greeted, deciding to completely ignore the fact that he’d agreed to a group costume and nobody would be anywhere else. @lostboytootles​

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wendymadarling·:

Wendy shook her head with a smile, because of course he would’ve. As much as their impulse made her uneasy, she knew that the lost boys would do anything for each other, and for her, too. It was a feeling she’d had since she became friends with them years ago. “You and Randy, mature?” she teased, “I can’t say those words were ones I ever thought would be in the same sentence. Well, what did he say? I’m still stuck on whether or not I should give him another chance. I’d love your input, if you have any.”

Slightly’s grin widened. “Uh, yeah, I’m super mature? I get a paycheck with taxes taken out and everything,” he countered in his best Valley Boy sort of voice. Of course, he knew he wasn’t. He wouldn’t be Slightly if he acted his age all of the time. “Well, I told him he needed to get his shit together and then try talking to you, and he said he would. And then I told him if he didn’t, he should probably stay away from you, because I don’t think next time it’ll be just me, you know?” Slightly didn’t mind being blunt about that. “And I dunno. It’s your choice and everything, and I want you to be happy, but like...you definitely deserve better. Like...I don't think the guy you're dating should make you that nervous.”

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itsmichael-darling·:

Michael didn’t know exactly what Slightly had in store for the two of them today, but he’d never pass up a day with his good friend. Michael was lucky enough to have a free day, having finished his homework for all his classes early and not having school today, so it was great to have a day off the same time as Slightly. Now, the two of them were sitting at a picnic table and as Slightly opened his backpack to reveal all sorts of things, Michael furrowed his eyebrows with intrigue, “Hopefully they’ll send you discounts or something,” he smirked, “do you have any plans with this stuff yet?”

Slightly felt himself smile, big and mischievous as he pulled out two Nerf blasters. “Oh, no. If anything, they’re gonna charge me extra,” he replied proudly. “Have this.” Crossing his legs, Slightly held up his toy. “So. I found out how to make these shoot harder. So we’re gonna take some bits out, we’re gonna do some toy surgery, and then we’ll have badass Nerf guns.” He would be completely honest with himself, he didn’t...have all the tiny details down, but he had a tutorial saved to his phone and honestly? He’d worked off of less before. “It’ll be fun, even if you can only use it on me.”

[slightlysilber]

Slightly was bored and had a day off, which meant that he’d spent time watching his favorite YouTube channel and getting stupid ideas. Stupid ideas that involved Nerf guns and making them stronger. The problem was that if he was going to do that, he wanted someone to be stupid with. And the first available person that he knew could help him make the adjustments was Michael Darling. So here they were, sitting at a picnic table, Slightly’s old backpack open and holding everything they’d need. “I think the people at the hardware store might have put me on a list,” he told Michael brightly. @itsmichael-darling​

[slightlysilber]

Today was Slightly’s gym day, which meant he was actually pretty focused. Pretty focused on staying Hot. And since he was fresh off his treadmill run, that meant it was time to go to the punching bag. After all, if Randy was still in town, he apparently needed to stay ready. Stretching his arms over his head, he made his way to his usual corner...and found someone already over there. One of Randy’s friends. Who may or may not be kinda glaring at him. Ew. For a minute, Slightly didn’t say anything, just focused on wrapping up his hands, but then his mouth betrayed him. “So, are we like...starting something right now or are we just working out?” @orangebored​

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wendymadarling·:

Raising her brow, Wendy wanted to burst out laughing, but knew that indulging Slightly was probably not the best decision. “Oh, Simon,” she said, letting out a bit of a chuckle as she threw her arms around his waist, leaning her head into his side. “Listen, I don’t want you going out and punching any guy in the face who breaks my heart, but thank you. I appreciate you caring so much.” Looking up at him, she paused. “Not that I condone violence, either. But, I think it was kind of funny.”

Mostly glad he wasn’t in trouble, Slightly returned the hug, grinning to himself. “Would it help you to know I would’ve done it for anyone else in the gang?” he questioned. That was true enough. If any dude hurt any of his friends, they would be in deep shit, even if his friend had earned it. “Yeah, me giving out Do Better Punches is definitely a little bit funny.” Especially since he probably needed some himself. Oh well. “But like...yeah, it was one and then we got real mature real quick.”

[skellingtonjacks]

It was the first official day of Fall season and Jack couldn’t’ve been more excited. There was an extra pep in his step today as he walked around town, doing some fun errands—stopping by Dinglehopper Vintage Pawn Shop, Smarty Mart, and Pixie Hollow Bookstore. The tall man walked with a bunch of bags that he held full of all sorts of neat things—focusing this upcoming week on redecorating his home on the farm. He wanted to try and make an invisible bookshelf where the books look like they float. Just the idea was enough to make him bounce, and right when he did he looked at one of the windows of King Candy’s Candy Store. 

“Should I buy some candy in bulk? I hope they have candy corn..”

[slightlysilber]

Slightly was staring into the window of the candy store, trying to math out exactly how much money he might be able to get away with spending today. He had gotten a few extra tips last night, but most of that had gone into his Boys Fund and....well, this stuff looked too good to be cheap. And that thought was why his eyebrows went straight up toward his hairline when he heard someone wondering about bulk. Candy in bulk, and this wasn’t even one of those big box stores. And the person was focused on candy corn, of all the options. If he was a cartoon, he would’ve fallen over.

“That’s...an option?” he asked, unable to keep himself from sounding stunned. “How much is bulk?”

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vidiaduhhh·:

Vidia rolled her eyes at him. He was always coming up with weird nicknames for her and while she supposed it was endearing, they were never good enough to stick. “I need your good looks for something. I agreed to get lunch with this guy because he was like…alright looking. But I don’t want to go. But I boasted too much about how I always show up on time. So. I need you to be my muscely boyfriend and I’ll buy you lots of food to make it up for it. Maybe a trip to the comic book store if it is convincing?”

Nothing about what Vidia was telling him was super interesting until he was offered food and comics, and then he was standing up fast enough to make his own head spin. “Yup. I can do that. Very good at that. Hold on, let me just...” He looked down at his outfit. Yeah, he needed to do a few adjustments. Grinning to himself, Slightly rolled up his sleeves so they hugged his biceps a little better, made sure his pants were riding exactly where they needed to, and finally pushed his hair a little bit more to one side, to make it look more shampoo commercial-y. “Okay, do I pass the hot test yes or yes?”

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wendymadarling·:

Wendy hadn’t spoken to Simon since the rave, yet she’d heard all about the punch that was shared between him and Randy. He’d told her to meet him at the bookstore, and while Wendy was always there, she was not expecting to find Slightly in an alley next to the bookstore. “Hello, Simon,” she said with a bit of a smile, clutching her book in her arms. “I heard you got a bit physical with certain someone. Care to tell me all about it?”

Slightly rocked back and forth on his heels, head tilting to one side as he thought about what he should tell her. He didn’t bother looking ashamed, because he really wasn’t, and he really didn’t think he could be. “Well, I was trying pretty hard not to hit him, but guys can just be so unreasonable sometimes, you know?” he started, finally standing still. “Mostly it was an attention getter, and then he was ready to talk, so like. Not a real fight, you know?”

[slightlysilber]

Slightly was sprawled out on the ground, reading a comic book since he had nothing better to do with his time. Was it a good comic book? What was it about? He couldn’t tell. Staring at the pictures was just something to do...at least, until he heard a little clearing of the throat. He knew who that was. “Videostore, what can I do ya for?” @vidiaduhhh​

[slightlysilber]

It had been hectic since the rave, but finally Slightly was off work and awake and hanging out with Wendy. Or, about to be hanging out with Wendy. Right now he was sitting on the bike rack outside of the bookstore, waiting for her to show up. He felt...a little on edge, maybe, but overall he felt like he’d done the right thing, and even if it came to disappointment, well...it wasn’t like he’d never disappointed important people before. He was sure he’d done that a lot. Shaking his head, he was checking his phone for the time when a very familiar pair of shoes stopped in front of him. “Hiya, Wendybird,” he greeted, head popping up with a lopsided grin. @wendymadarling

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noahnibs·:

    Nibs reached out on automatic instinct as Slightly pulled the keyboard away, teasing him. “Whoa! You know I didn’t mean I didn’t want it…” He paused, brows drawn together as he processed what his friend had said a moment late and, realizing he’d just been called a baby, let out a sarcastic laugh and made a swipe for the instrument. “Hah! Okay, finder’s keeper’s—all you had to say.”

“I know you didn’t mean you didn’t want it, I just raised you to be more grateful than that,” Slightly teased, smacking the tiny piano into Nibs’ hand. Honestly, he didn’t know what he would’ve done with it other than hand it over to Nibs. It wasn’t like he knew anything more complicated than Hot Cross Buns. Slightly knew his talents were apparently somewhere else. “Now you’re supposed to say ‘Thank you, Slightly, you’re so cool and nice and let me buy you a burger’ or something. Go ahead.”

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tinsleytm·:

    Though they had realized quickly enough into their attempt at dating that they weren’t suited for one another, things had remained friendly between Tinsley and Slightly. She had a suspicion that their continued acquaintance was maintained mostly based on the baked goods she produced, but that was all right. Everyone wanted something, and there was no problem in having another person to take all the batches of cupcakes, tarts and cookies she constantly made off her hands. And right now, after everything that had happened with Randy lately, the not-that-terrible failure of her past fling with Simon had been thrown into an even more positive light by comparison. At least he wasn’t going around punching anybody. She smiled back at Slightly as she hopped onto a bar stool. “Strawberry daiquiri.” Her smile faded as she watched him make the drink, catching sight of the just-visible bruising on his knuckles when he slid her the glass across the bar. It was nothing like the bloody picture Randy has posted on social media along with his ‘apology’ but it wasn’t…nothing. “Oh, my god. What the hell, Simon?”

Slightly went about making the drink as quickly and easily as ever, barely even needing to pay attention to what he was doing. At this point, some stuff was just second nature, though as soon as he heard ‘what the hell’, he was right back into focus, worried he’d Done Something. Eyebrows up, he looked at the drink. No, that was fully fine, and he pushed it toward her. Slightly wasn’t sure what else about him could earn a ‘what the hell’, unless his hair was messed up or something. Just in case, he ran a hand through it, making sure everything was right where it needed to be. “‘What the hell, Simon’ what?” he asked, eyes wide. It sounded like she’d just noticed something, so...it wasn’t the Randy thing, surely. Hopefully.

[slightlysilber]

Looking across the bar at Tinsley, Slightly’s first thought was wondering how many of his exes he’d serve in his lifetime. It wasn’t bad or anything, business was business, but sometimes things made him think. The second thought he had was wondering if she knew about his fight with Randy. Probably. He’d let her bring that one up. Third thought was actually doing his job. Happy to get there eventually. “Heyyyy, what’s your poison tonight?” he said as his greeting, smile actually a little better than his normal customer service one. @tinsleytm​

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noahnibs·:

     The miniature keyboard Slightly presented him with inspired an impressed whistle—until the casual way he handed it over made Nibs raise an eyebrow. Despite its small size, this instrument had to cost at least a hundred dollars; why was his friend passing it off like it was a candy bar he wasn’t particularly fond of. There was no way he knew its value… “Bro, who did you steal this from? I mean…where did you get it?”

“Heyyyyy,” Slightly started in mock offense, pulling the little baby keyboard back closer to his own chest. “If you’re gonna accuse me of theft I will find a different baby to give this baby piano to.” He raised a teasing eyebrow, trying not to smile or start laughing or anything else. “I’ll have you know I found it in the alley behind work. I’m betting it fell out of a DJ’s van but like...we didn’t get any calls and it wasn’t in lost and found so it’s not stolen.”

[slightlysilber]

Slightly wasn’t a Musician with a capital m, not like his friends. He could make a noise on some instruments, play Toxic on a recorder, but that was about it. However, that didn’t stop him from finding cool music stuff to give to his friends. At least, he thought it was cool. He was about to find out if Nibs also considered the tiny keyboard he’d found in the alley outside of his job cool, too. All Slightly knew about it was that it was apparently called something with ‘Akai’ in the name.

“Nibs, check this out. I don’t know what all it does, but it looks fancy and it works.” He pulled the little thing from his pocket, holding it out to his friend. “You can keep it, I don’t like playing piano.”

@noahnibs​

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fluggerbutterr·:

Randy knew that eventually his stupid behavior was going to catch up to him, that someone was going to get tired of his shit and give him what he deserved. He just didn’t know who would finally do it and when, but Slightly seemed to answer that for him. He wiped his nose again, unsure if the bleeding had fully stopped or not but still seeing blood on his hand and chest. It was nothing compared to the blood that spilled when he’d fought Dewey. 

The first question Slightly asked should have been obvious, but many people had been asking Randy that question. Why did he fight Dewey? There were so many different ways to answer the question, but that didn’t make any of them a valid answer. He sighed. “He just .. Really got me at a bad time. Him and my ex were just rubbing in my face that they were together,” he answered, feeling a little stupid but not feeling the need to hide the truth. “He was talking shit, I was drunk and just freaked out.” 

He paused, thinking about Slightly’s second question. He had a point — Randy was so caught up in his ego and his drama that he hadn’t stopped to think about what Wendy truly needed. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I just know I really fucked up, and I don’t want things between us to end until i at least try to make her feel less shitty.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the craziness in it all. “I guess I’m such a douche bag, I didn’t even stop to think about what’s best for her.”

Well, the answers he got weren’t great, but it was still somehow kinda better than Slightly had expected. Like...at least there was some kind of reasoning behind this guy’s stupid, stupid eyes. It was maybe half a step up from just random pointless violence. And apparently he hadn’t meant to scare Wendy....but the fact remained that he had.

“Right,” he started, brain whirring with a plan that he was fairly sure sounded nice but would also probably keep this dude away from his friends. “So. Here’s what you can do. Ready? You’re listening?” Slightly cocked an eyebrow, jaw set, for emphasis. “You’re gonna suck it up about stuff not ending, because you, motherfucker, clearly aren’t in a place to be trying to date anyone, much less my friend.” Slightly glanced back at the party for the quickest of moments. “You beat up my friend’s friend. You scared my Wendy. You’re definitely a fuckin’ douche. So here’s what’s gonna happen. One of us, me or you, is gonna go tell Wendy we talked. Someone’s gonna tell Wendy you said you’re gonna work on yourself and you two shouldn’t see each other. You get to try again with Wendy when and if you can fix your shit and be a better person. You don’t get to be around her when you’re jealous of people being with your ex that you shouldn’t be that attached to, and you don’t get to be near her when you don’t think about what’s good for her first.”

That was a spiel, and Slightly wasn’t a hundred percent sure it made sense, but he’d said it with confidence and he’d meant it. Even if it meant roping all the other boys in on the plan, he wasn’t going to let this guy try getting back with Wendy unless he deserved her. “We clear? And do you wanna tell Wendy the news or should I? I’m gonna be there anyway.”