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Spencer Bayer | 31 | Housing Officer | Downtown Wilmington

[spencerbayer]

what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad?

“That’s a good question, actually. I guess I just count all the things I’m grateful for? I don’t get sad easily — maybe frustrated, or disappointed. But that’s usually when something goes wrong, so — yeah, I remember all that I’m blessed with and tell myself things happen for a reason.”

[spencerbayer]

Who’s the better cook, you or Haley?

“As much as I’d like to give Haley that credit… We both know I’d be lying. She tries, though, that’s really all that matters.”

@halessinclair

[spencerbayer]

[spencerbayer]

matecalvarez‌:

The guy didn’t seem threatening at all, but with the most recent climate that became their reality with Angelica in town and so dead set on destroying them, one couldn’t be too careful. ‘’You’re good, man,’’ Mateo shook his head as to relieve any potential tension his arrival may have imposed, and approached the bike the other guy was looking at. ‘’You a fan of Harleys? That one–’’ He gestured towards it. ‘’Is a Dyna. It’s called the Fat Bob,’’ He chuckled, knowing who drove it. ‘’Your friend someone from the MC?’’

A small nod and a smile was all Spencer gave in return, feeling himself relax slightly. Despite one of his best friends being part of the MC, it never really felt relaxed to run into someone of the club. Maybe that was just the stories his mom had fed him growing up, mostly to scare him. He knew better now, though. “For sure, look at ‘em — who isn’t a fan?” Spencer chuckle softly, though that soon changed into a laugh as the name was revealed to him. “The Fat Bob? Weirdly enough, it kinda fits. Is that a thing? To, y’know, name your bike?” He’d always loved the idea of riding a motorcycle, even considered getting his license at one point, but then decided he was probably better off not doing that. At the question, Spencer simply nodded. “Yeah, he is — Caine. I know he likes to make me wait, though,” he spoke, his tone edged with humor as the corner of his lip tugged up into a half-grin. 

[erenarslan]

Waiting patiently (well not that patiently as he kept fidgeting with the packaged items on display)  for his turn in line at Bake My Day, he turned slightly and caught a glimpse of a figure standing close by. “This weather is crazy right?” He said, striking up the most random conversation, clearly a non-native to the region. “Is it always this warm here this time of year or is it just a fluke?”

[spencerbayer]

Spencer turned his head as the sound of a voice reached his ears, almost on instinct eyeing the weather outside as he caught the question. “It’s nothin’ compared to summer, but yeah — ‘s pretty nice outside, ain’t it?” This had intrigued him, though. To make a comment like the one he’d made, he clearly wasn’t someone that had been around Wilmington for a long time. “Are you used to colder temperatures ‘round this time of year?”

[kipweaver]

OPEN STARTER: @wilmingtonstarters​ LOCATION: Big Burger Diner

Kip’s work schedule was a weird one, that’s for sure. He had just come off of a multiple-day shift, which was fairly typical for a firefighter, but he had gotten out at night time that night, and most places to eat were closed, which meant either finding something at his place to eat or going to Big Burger Diner because they were always open. He walked in and got himself a booth, sliding in as he peaked at the menu quickly before ordering himself a burger and fry combo with a beer. He thanked the waitress and then stood, walking over towards the pool tables, spotting someone who looked like they needed someone to shoot with. “You down for a partner?” He asked as he grabbed a pool stick.

[spencerbayer]

Despite the air starting to get frisky and the sun starting to set earlier, Big Burger Diner was never really quiet. It was, for sure, one of his favorites in town. And while the leftovers from Thanksgiving would’ve been enough for him and Haley, they’d both craved a burger with some fries — their go-to take out. So that’s what he was doing in that very moment, killing some time while waiting on his order to be ready. Honestly, Spencer was just toying with the cue, trying to kill some time as he waited. But when someone approached him and asked him if he was in need of a partner, he quickly shrugged as the corners of his lips tugged up. “Can’t turn down a game of pool, can I? You wanna start?”

[spencerbayer]

you look so much better with facial hair

confess something you think about me on anon

[spencerbayer]

The people in our life are so lucky.

confess something you think about me on anon

[spencerbayer]

I adore you for making my best friend so happy.

confess something you think about me on anon

[spencerbayer]

matecalvarez‌:

Leaning against his bike as his eyes focused on the person that was now seemingly checking out the entrance to the roadhouse and the bikes around it; bikes belonging to his brothers, he wondered what was it about. He took his gloves off and shoved them in his back pocket, crossing his arms against his chest as the person seemed too preoccupied to really notice they were being watched. They didn’t look shady or threatening so Mateo wasn’t concerned, as opposed to how he normally was with these things, but he was curious as to what was happening. Clearing his throat, he decided to speak up. ‘’Can I help you?’’

“Hm?” Spencer was shaken out of his thoughts, while he eyes the bulky bikes in front of him. “What?” It was only then he realized someone was, in fact, talking to him. Clearing his throat quickly, the question finally settled and he shook his head. “No, I’m all good. Just admirin’ the bikes while I’m waitin’ on a friend. My apologies if I was givin’ you a wrong impression or somethin’ like that.” Spencer wasn’t easily intimidated, but he sure felt like he was caught doing something bad. 

[spencerbayer]

halessinclair‌:

          The smile played against her lips at his comment as she playfully flicked her hair off her shoulder, “Well, you know what they say, the beautiful ones are usually the most troublesome. It’s a curse.” She reached out to adjust the fake badge on his costume and leaned into his embrace, like many others, she enjoyed Halloween. Mostly for the fact of free candy and now she can use her kid to get those candy this year. Haley knew that Bryce was a tad bit wary of letting Haley take Lydia out but after much convincing, here they were. “Yeah, usually he tried to make his job work around making her happy, he played both the mother and father role.” She felt a tad bit guilty for that fact but now she was here, she was wanting to correct her past mistakes and be there for the little girl. “My dad actually got a photo of Bryce dressed up to match Lydia last year.” 

“Ha! Tell me ‘bout it,” he agreed, though his words were laced with humor while a soft chuckle slipped past his lips. Automatically, Spencer pulled her into him as she leaned into his embrace, her hair tickling the side of his jaw as they walked. As Haley spoke, he just lightly nodded. “Well, I’m sure she appreciates the fact that she can spend Halloween with her mother this year.” Though he knew the young girl still had to adjust to the idea of Uncle Spencer becoming something more than just an uncle. It was something he had yet to come to terms with as well. Not so much for the fact that Haley had a daughter — after all, he’d seen her go through pregnancy and go through motherhood. But the fact that he was going to see Lydia a lot more now, was something he had yet to realize. And slowly but surely, he was learning to be okay with the whole situation. He knew what he was getting himself into when the two of them started getting serious again. Or so he liked to think, at least. “Ah, really? I gotta say, that’s pretty cute. There’s no way that could ever top our couple costume this year,” Spencer teased, the corners of his lips tugging up into a smirk.

[beth-drydenarchive]

Confess something you think about me on anon

[spencerbayer]

kevhoffman‌:

Sucking in his bottom lip as Spencer agreed with a bout of recent run-ins, Kevin figured that maybe one of the more recent ones was with his sister—a run-in that he had definitely been referring to. Making a mental note not to linger on that, he decided to let it drop and focused on Spencer instead. “Working hard as per usual, I imagine?” Kevin was well aware of what Spencer did for a living and he admired the fact that he was there to help the local people and solve problems that would otherwise worsen or go unsolved. “I feel that on a personal level. It’s gonna be the New Year before you know it. Time is just going way too fast for me lately, I feel like I’m getting an early midlife crisis.”

“Yep,” Spencer agreed, though couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed everyone around him always noticed how busy he always was with work, except for him — up until a few weeks ago. It was the kind of lifestyle he’d chosen to follow. “I’m hopin’ to take a few days off around Christmas, so I actually get to enjoy all the festivities.” Especially now that him and Haley were official again, he figured it would be nice for the two of them to maybe even take a trip out of town. “What ‘bout you? What’s new, man?” Somehow, Spencer always seemed to be last one to be filled in on the latest news, and he knew he was the one to be blamed for that, mostly. So, one of his goals was to change that and actually ask people how they were doing, and what kind of things they were up to these days. “An early midlife crisis — took the words right outta my damn mouth, Kev. When they said dirty thirties I didn’t think they’d be this dirty.”

[spencerbayer]

alison-harper‌:

“Changing the game of the idea of avocado toast? I like it,” she said with a soft laugh, looking to the menu for a moment and contemplating getting one mainly because she’d barely eaten anything other than junk food in the last few days. But this was a welcome breath of fresh air because while she knew Spencer, they weren’t close enough for her to really unload everything on him and she could pretend to be fine for a little while. “I mean, fair. See the calendar says December and instantly I get to cancel all my plans.” 

“Psh — avocado toast? I though we left that behind in 2018.” Spencer said, definitely exaggerating some of the words. A small grin curved his lips, indicating that he was not being serious at all. “I was about to say bagels are more practical to eat, but they really ain’t... considerin’ they got a hole in the middle ‘n all that.” Though still, he stuck by his statement. “Wouldn’t that be just great? Imagine having a whole month off. I’d go straight into hibernation, no doubt.”

[spencerbayer]

amyrbayer‌:

                                        With all the tension locked in Amy’s body and the recent dabs his way, the very first thing she noticed was that he wasn’t as quick to bite into them as she’d been with his. Good, she thought. Because she couldn’t swear she’d be able to contain herself if he stepped on them to call her out. Between the two of them, he was supposed to be the most patient one. Even though, god knew the kind of patience she’d put herself through to at the very least maintain a typical, somewhat positive relationship with her brother. It didn’t matter how she did it: If she locked herself in her room and muffled her cries with her pillow until the wave passed. If she pretended to be busy with something else anyway when he and Adam showed they’d rather not have her around with their friends anymore; or ever. If she moved out of the house and sought a home anywhere else other than the four walls where she learned how to walk, talk and write. If she ended up flying to a different city to gain some much needed distance from behaviors that, ultimately, harmed her mentally and emotionally. She remembered clearly how, by the time she graduated high school, she could no longer be bothered by what her brothers thought of her. She was too furious with them to do so. Having accepted those things so long ago, the youngest Bayer couldn’t help but wonder why her first reaction upon seeing him then had been so soft—at least as soft as she could find it in her heart to be. Maybe time did lull the pain and sweeten the distance in some cases. At least until reality sank back in, as raw and eminent as ever. It didn’t matter they were supposed to be older and wiser by then, did it? 

“That’s where you’re wrong. Or d’you think mom wouldn’t call me and scream into the phone that we were finally millionaires?” she quipped lightly. Her eyes were still on the task at hand. A glance on the side of the open burgers was enough to spot the bacon. Once she did, she added it to the one plate and handed it to him before doing the same for hers. Last but not least, she went to the fridge and pulled out a beer can for him and a water bottle for her. This was when his offer to help her reached her ears and she threw him a glance over her shoulder. Would he truly be happy to help? Or was he being good ole good-doer Spencer? “Uh.. I think I got it covered. I’ll let you know if anything changes though. Thanks.” She probably wouldn’t. After all, the only heavy task was putting the bed in place upon delivery.

Amanda wasn’t thrilled to hear Spencer hadn’t talked much to their mom lately. With herself and Adam out of town, too, did she have anyone looking out for her regularly? She couldn’t really complain about it though or demand of him to watch out for her when she hadn’t been able to do the same. Instead, she’d make sure to be actively around from now on. “I hope so. I mean, she cried. They better have been happy tears.” Just because the blonde didn’t feel like grinning from ear to ear, it didn’t mean she’d lost her ability to joke. She didn’t know what else to do anyway. The two siblings hadn’t seen each other in years, with the exception of a brief greeting during Victor’s wedding, yet there would be no raining of questions to each other. With the two drinks on one hand and her plate to the other, she jerked her head toward the living room before she moved herself to the couch. “I got a Black Hawk for ya.” The boys loved their beer. 

A generous bite off her burger and a handful of french fries later, Amy still sat in silence. There were a thousand different subjects which she could use. Make some small talk until he’d inevitably tell her he had to go after an hour and she’d be relieved she wouldn’t have to dig out every conversation subject anymore. But she couldn’t do that anymore. She didn’t have the same tolerance or will to skip the important subjects for the sake of keeping things civil for their mom’s sake or their own. And, while there were a hundred elephants in the particular room, one stood out among the rest. “I saw Haley yesterday.” Her tongue licked any remainings off the inner corners of her lips. “She told me…about her and Adam.” A pill still hard to swallow. Her pride didn’t allow her to share the full truth with Spencer, but it didn’t sit well with her that she’d chosen Adam to get back at Spencer. She didn’t like knowing he’d been hurt like that, or that she was hurting so much that she made that choice without Amy ever realizing it. “I didn’t know.” Considering she and Haley were like sisters, the thought she could’ve known but kept it from him wasn’t that much of a reach so she wanted to clear the air either way. “Thought you should know that.”

Spencer took the plate from her hands, one corner of his mouth slightly tugging up at her comment. He wasn’t really humoured by the words, though they definitely were true. “Probably,” he agreed silently. They’d never experienced what it was like to not have to share as a family. After all, it was just the three of them and mom. And still — somehow — that hadn’t made the siblings as close as it should have. Maybe Spencer and his older brother were when they were younger, but they’d never gotten that close with Amy. Looking back at that time in his life, Spencer regretted some of the actions that had taken place. That’s also why it didn’t surprise him at all when she turned down his offer to help her out. With a simple nod, he followed her into the living room and sat down next to his younger sister on the couch.

“Oh, I’m sure they were happy tears. I think she really missed ya.” His mom had mentioned that before. Even asked him if he’d spoken to Amy, and hating to tell her he hadn’t because he always felt like he was letting her down — letting the family down. With his brother and sister out of town, Spencer was the only son their mother had left for a while. At least physically. And that surely weighed down on him, too. Though he learned that it was important to appreciate whatever relationship was left between him and his family. Quickly popping a fry into his mouth, Spencer eyed his sister for a moment. They had never been close — at least not in the way people expected siblings to be close. Sure, when they were younger they’d shared, and played, and laughed. But there were also tears, and shouting, and yelling. It’d never bothered him in the long run, not to a certain extent that he figured there was no way to heal from it. But how did his sister experience that? It had never been a topic open for discussion back when she still lived in Wilmington, nor had it been with his brother or his mother. They’d all rather stick their issues and problems in some tiny box, lock it and throw it far, far away. Spencer had definitely learned to deal with that over the years, partly because of his job. 

“A Black Hawk? Nice,” he raised a brow, grabbing the beer and opening the can, before a light chuckle slipped past his lips. This definitely reminded him of their teenage years, where his friends would come over and they’d all share a beer — even though they were nowhere near the legal drinking age. Memories like that were the ones he cherished most. In a way, his best friends had become more of his family than his actually family was. The boys were over all the time, or he was over at their house. Back in high school it was rare if there was a day that they didn’t see each other. 

Taking the first bite of his burger, Spencer could feel a somewhat awkward silence settle between the two of them. And while he had been expecting that and was fully prepared for it, his sister had other plans. As his girlfriend’s name slipped past Amy’s lips, he turned his head to look at the blonde. He knew the two girls were close, or had been close in the past, at least. And while the two of them never really got that close as most siblings, he was glad she got close to the people around him. Especially Haley, since she played such a big part in his life back then, and still does now. Though the next set of words made him stop chewing the food that was currently in his mouth, instead averting his gaze as he processed what was just said. With a big sigh, he managed to swallow most of the food down and placed his plate back on his knees. “I, ah —“ Spencer stalled, not really sure what to say. “I didn’t know she’d tell you.” But if any of the three involved were to tell Amy, it sure as hell would’ve been Haley. “Mom doesn’t know,” was the next thing that seemed morally acceptable to share. “And I’d really like to keep it that way.” It almost felt like they were back in high school, where one of them pulled a stunt and didn’t want to be ratted out to mom. This time, though, it involved a much more serious matter. “Have you spoken to Adam at all in these last couple of months?” Or years, considering he didn’t know when she last heard of him. 

[spencerbayer]

kevhoffman‌:

A laugh of his own slipped past his lips at Spencer’s comment and Kevin nodded his head along. This post-haircut-breakdown Kevin was feeling pretty generous, so yeah, in a way he had a point. After rounding up their order, Kevin turned back to Spencer and scratched the back of his head. “I’ve been good, yeah. Kinda feels like everyone’s coming home lately, I keep having these run-ins,” he sighed out, shaking his head. “How about you, man? It’s been a while. How are things?”

“That makes the two of us,” Spencer spoke, a light nod accompanying his words. Though the biggest come back he’d endured in the last couple of weeks was definitely his sister. And a couple other run-ins as well — some more pleasant than others. “M’yeah, it sure has, man. I’ve been alright, workin’ as always,” he answered, a small smile spreading across his features. Spencer always had a hard time answering those kinds of questions. What was he supposed to say? How in-depth was one supposed to go? “Definitely been feelin’ the winter blues already, I’d much rather be sittin’ outside — drinkin’ a beer while soaking up some sun.” It wasn’t even that cold yet, but he knew it was bound to get colder soon.

[spencerbayer]

xoxolennox‌:

Lennox huffed as the man spoke, shaking their head. “No,” they said. “We don’t really have customers, at least not that I interact with. I’m a marketing assistant for a clothing company so I’m mostly behind the scenes in the office. It’s just each other.” They smiled and shrugged. “I have a Givenchy dress, a granny costume is easy to put together, and alliteration makes people think you’re clever,” they said with a grin. 

“Ah okay — I guess that isn’t as bad as when you gotta face customers all day, right?” Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle. Though as they started explaining how they came to the conclusion of being a Givenchy Granny, that chuckle soon turned into a hearty laugh. “I gotta say, you make a fair point. At least no one will be copying your outfit, that’s one thing you can be sure of. I might just go as Gucci Grandpa this year, y’know?”