Welcome to Sutter's Island

'When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?' - Invisible Monsters

[mollyzaleski]

Constant Conversations || Sutter and Molly

[mollyzaleski]

  The young woman took note of the surprise in the arch of Sutter’s eyebrow and couldn’t help the small laugh that followed her observation. She wondered when he’d stop being so taken off guard by her. His expression wasn’t a rare one and if Molly spent more than a moment dwelling on it, she’d quickly decide that she hoped he would never stop underestimating her because the look on his face when he did was one of her favorites. “Yes we will. It’ll be a lovely evening, I assure you.” She quickly fiddled with the DVD and hurried over to the couch to take her spot beside him but not before detouring to his bedroom and dragging his comforter out behind her. It wasn’t often that they spent time at his family’s lake house so the place was still a bit unfamiliar, not enough for her to have to ask where things were but she hadn’t really considered it a place of comfort yet and that was probably because it wasn’t really Sutter’s. There were very few elements of him throughout the abode and until he had a place that was really his own, she wasn’t sure if it was okay to consider the lake house his. 

"So when are you going to look for, you know, your own place? One with heating and no outdoor shower. Although, it is rather convenient." She asked nonchalantly over the trailers that played in the background. They were her favorite part of movies, strangely. The topic of conversation was a bit heavier than the ones they usually had and she wasn’t sure what gave her the incentive to bring it up in the first place. The bottle met her lips again and she took a sip before setting the beer on the table to adjust herself on the couch under the comforter - which looked more like drowning - that was much too big for the couch anyway. "Hey can you hand me that.." She asked - more like demanded - fake reaching for the bottle she had set on the table only moments before. The puppy dog eyes were offered along with her request even though she knew that she really didn’t need their help. "Oh and one of the bonus rules for me are that every time you sing deafeningly off tune, which you will after one more of those," She nodded towards the chilled bottle in his hand, "I get to drink. Twice."

[sutter-huxley]

Sutter hadn’t a single doubt in his mind that the evening shared would be lovely. Any time spent with Molly always proved to be more than worth it. She rolled with his punches and that was all he could ask for really in a person. Not to mention, Molly understood him in ways that few others had ever bothered with. “I’m assured.” He announced proudly, watching with a knowing stare as she went to retrieve his comforter. “You’re lucky I don’t make my bed.” Sutter teased lightly, taking another healthy drink from his beer. At the rate he was going, he’d need another before the feature actually started. Setting his feet up on his father’s coffee table, Sutter leaned back into the couch to make himself comfortable before the dreaded movie began. Truthfully, he only really knew a song or two by the Spice Girls. But he was in no way willing to admit that. Even though he probably shouldn’t, Sutter prided himself in his vast recollection of pop song lyrics.

The trailers captivated him. They always did. It was the glimpses into many movies that was right up Sutter’s alley. He was able to get many tastes of all different genres without having to invest too much time in any singular one. “I don’t know.” Sutter shrugged, refusing to unglue his eyes from the dancing screen. “You get used to the lack of heat, trust me. I’m just fattening myself up for winter. But I might have to bum your indoor shower once it starts getting too cold out there.” He motioned to the back sliding glass door that lead to the shower with the neck of his beer. Honestly, it was something he didn’t think too much of. With his feeble paycheck, he couldn’t very well afford an apartment of his own and roommates were hard to come by. Especially for someone as high energy and obscure as he was. Sutter raised a challenging eyebrow towards her as she requested for her beer, reaching out to take it and dangle out of her reach. “This?” He laughed, not buying her token wide-eyed look of distress. “So the bonus rules involve you being able to drink more than me? I see how it is. Fine, I shall scream as beautifully off pitch as possible when these boozes settle in.”

[toristriker]

Carnival Shenanigans | Sutter & Tori

[toristriker]

  Tori had just watched as her first dart popped a yellow balloon when Sutter appeared and snatched her snow cone without so much as a second thought.  Her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned her attention away from the game and towards the snow cone thief.  “Hey,” she said with a slight hint of displeasure in her tone before it switched to a much more teasing tone.  “The least you could do is ask, Sutter.  I mean honestly I don’t know where your mouth has been yet you’re eating my food?”  She didn’t really care that he’d swiped some of her snow cone and god knows her mouth had been plenty of places she wasn’t proud of so she couldn’t judge.  Besides, Sutter was occasionally a decent human being and was always fun.  He reminded her of Dan in some ways.  She always had an unpredictable and fun time when they were together.  Everything was an adventure.  That was something she could always count on without fail.  Sutter was just one of those unpredictable people she was glad to know.

Her nose scrunched up slightly as she thought about the nickname he’s bestowed upon her before she shook her head and decided it wasn’t worth her time.  At least he hadn’t called her Victoria.  There was already one man in her life who liked to use her full name to push her buttons.  The last thing she needed was a second one.  “Alright, alright,” she replied with a wave of her hand.  Tori still had four darts left and it wasn’t too difficult to pop the balloons.  That was why she liked this game.  It was hard to rig and it wasn’t extremely difficult.  Quickly she aimed the next dart before she let it fly towards the back of the game booth where the balloons were all tacked to the back wall.  The loud snap of rubber alerted her to the fact that her dart had found it’s mark and a grin formed on her face.  “This isn’t so hard,” she said quickly with a glance over at Sutter.  “You should give it a try.”

Tori reached for her snow cone and took a quick bite before she picked up another dart and threw it.  Unfortunately this dart had missed it’s mark and a frown formed on her lips.  Before she even knew what she was doing, Tori turned towards Sutter and met his eyes.  “No comments from the peanut gallery,” she said with a quick shake of her finger in his direction.  “I know you’re thinking it.”  It was rather surprising how well Tori got along with some men.  Even when she had reasons not to like them she still managed to play nice.  Kieren was a prime example of someone she should hate but didn’t.  Sutter was different.  She had no reason to dislike him, at least to her knowledge.   Tori just hoped it would stay that way.

[sutter-huxley]

Sutter pumped the air triumphantly as the balloon popped as if he had been the one throwing the dart. When Tori turned her attention to him, he greeted her with an equally cheeky grin. “Can I have a bite of your snow cone?” Sutter asked two bites too late, wiggling his brows up at her again. He knew that Tori’s scolding was all good natured, as most of their friendship was. “And I’ll have you know that my mouth is cleaner than a dog’s. And those things are freaking spotless.” Sutter wasn’t actually sure if that was a myth or not, but he didn’t care enough to ever look into it’s validity. More than anything he was just happy to have stumbled across her and he quickly took his place beside her at the booth. “Hey, doesn’t she win something for that balloon?” It was likely she had to pop more than one but even so Sutter felt the need to insist she get a prize for accomplishments.

He watched eagerly as Tori prepared to throw another dart. Little did she know that she was probably stuck with Sutter for the rest of the evening. He easily attached himself to a group or person for a brief period of time, having always had a sort of spastic way of doing things. “I’ll go next, right after you take home the gold.” Sutter scanned what the booth offered as prizes for the first time, to see what was perceived as gold at this one. The biggest of prizes appeared to be a giant stuffed minion from the newest Despicable Me and he had to admit, it was pretty rad. “I mean, who wouldn’t want a massive minion to keep you company? Po-tat-oooooo.” He mimicked the commercial, leaning his arms up against the booth as he watched Tori prepare to throw another dart.

“Ah!” He reacted dramatically to her miss, as if it had physically wounded him. “Alright, alright no peanut gallery.” He threw his hands up in defense, zipping his mouth shut for all of half of a minute before opening it again. “But what about from a seasoned professional? Because it’s clear you’ve recklessly taken on this task without a proper coach. So I’ll fill the position.” Sutter cracked his knuckles, straightening up like he had a clue on what he was talking about. Taking the lead, Sutter stepped behind to her to massage her shoulders much like a coach would do to a boxer before coaching them back into the ring. “Alright, Striker, all you gotta do is strike it. It’s in your name, it’s destiny.” Sutter feigned seriousness, dropping his hands and stepping back over to the vendor. “And don’t let this guy get to you, I don’t think he’s blinked once since I got here.” Sutter shielded his mouth from the man as he spoke, though it proved futile by the volume that he spoke with.

[callie-richards]

Shadow Mischief || Callie and Sutter

[callie-richards]

  He had a wild sort of energy about him, the kind that said he did stuff like this often. Callie wasn’t usually good at impulse and reckless abandon, and she rather envied people who were. She preferred to be the watcher in the crowd, the one that admired the fearless and vibrant from the safety of a cautious corner. Sometimes when she was little she dreamed of being a drifter, of covering the stretches of the world with the bare minimum of supplies and only her two feet to carry her. But truth told her that she’d get homesick for her family very fast. Callie smiled at Sutter’s southern accent. She put a hand on her hip as she pondered his question. “Nah, can’t think of any face more perfect to go on this wall. It’s like this wall was birthed for the purpose of one day baring Mark Hamill’s face.” 

Callie quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head at him. “I hope you don’t think you’re gonna hand me a spray paint can.” Her hand tapped against the strap of her guitar case. “My art looks like it was done by rabid animals. The music is the only thing I’m good at.” She smiled and swayed slightly on her feet. “I can sit here and give you musical accompaniment to inspire your creation. I don’t know if that still counts as me being an accomplice, but we’ll pretend it does because I feel like being a badass tonight.” 

Moving to the side, an assumed safe distance from Sutter’s workspace, Callie shook her head as she unzipped her case and pulled her guitar out, nimble fingers moving to tune it as she spoke. “More like an hour long car ride in which my mother kept giving my dad the wrong directions and my brother complained that he was missing out on a world of warcraft raid.” She let out a silvery laugh as she ran her fingers lightly along the strings. “Me on a stallion? Let that mental image play out in your head. I’d get thrown in like two seconds.” Her olive eyes were bright as she strummed absent minded chords, letting them echo in the night air. “Hmm there was a wide variety in Baltimore. They expected gang signs and street tags, business murals. My favorite one was on this wall I used to pace on the way to school. It had been done to look as if the shadows of someone’s hands were being cast in giant form on the wall. I always found it oddly comforting.”

[sutter-huxley]

Sutter let out a wild laugh of approval, shaking his pointer finger at the woman with a certain sort of excited vigor. “I could not have put that better myself. This wall was destined for the dapper Hamill.” She was clever, and anybody who could keep up with his crazy antics was good in Sutter’s books. Shaking the can lightly in his hand, Sutter stirred the paint up and prepared to start his first line. “So, what in the heck are you doing out at this hour?” He quirked a curious eyebrow in her direction. Although he was a perpetual night owl, it wasn’t often he met others that shared that preference. Even when Sutter was younger his parents would gripe at him to keep it down during the early hours of the morning because it was likely he was still going on whatever obsession absorbed him at the beginning of the evening.

“Pfft, rabid animals is art. I wish I could paint rabid animals. You should paint rabid animals. There’s a lot of freaky people out there who would be all over that sort of expression.” Sutter’s eyes shifted down to the guitar case for the second time since running into her, admiring her confidence in the instrument. “Yeah? Well. Let’s hear it then. Keep the case open while you’re at it,, for all the other night owls. They can tip us for keeping the world alive when others are sleeping.” Sutter let out another appreciative laugh, nodding in approval. “Good. Then it’s official. You’re a bad ass for the night. And I am Banksy.” He announced proudly, popping the lid off the can and spraying a definitive line down the side of the building.

Even the sound of her tuning the guitar was strangely soothing and Sutter realized just how excited he was to be accompanied with music and her presence. “Ah, I know this one!” He joked, glancing at her from over his shoulder. “Let me guess…. Hendrix?” He called out with another chuckle as she continued to work at getting her guitar in tune. “Hey, world of warcraft raids are serious. I got really into that for a bit. Until my trial ran out. Because I’m not paying for that shit.” Sutter tapped a finger to his chin as he thought of his next move of attack, “I don’t know. I could see the stallion thing. Or maybe a nice paint horse. Aha, get it? Paint.” Sutter loved puns more than any other joke and this one he was especially proud of. “Yeah?” Sutter called back, spraying down another rather random line in attempt to appear like he knew what he was doing. “I can see that, actually. I’d take the shadowed hands over random gang signs any day. Those are a dime a dozen.”

[mollyzaleski]

Constant Conversations || Sutter and Molly

[mollyzaleski]

  Molly noted the mentions of a heater and quickly assured him that she would remind him to get one. She knew Sutter well enough to know that he would forget before the words even came out. At this point, his disorient went unnoticed most of the time. When they were younger and his attention span was much shorter than it was now and Molly appreciated how little attention he paid to the things and situations around him. She envied it, actually. A habit she had picked up from her mother was scrutiny and though some could argue that paying keen attention to anything and everything was a good thing, she could rebuttal diligently. “Just take my word for it then, I’m right.” Her small shoulders lifted and quickly dropped into a nonchalant shrug. “You can be Scary, sure. But only because I’m nice and not because I’m letting you fulfill the requirement. Plus, I think you’d choose this over Marley & Me anyway.” His dislike for animal movies was something Molly used to her advantage quite often when it came to picking choosing what to watch. 

Her eyes watched the cap fly over and behind his shoulder and land with a small clink against the wooden floor of the lake house. He could have easily tossed it into the trash can a mere distance away from him but that wouldn’t have been very Sutter-like, Molly knew that. Taking the chilled bottle in her hand caused another shiver make it’s way throughout her body. But the alcohol would surely warm her up in no time. “Hm, okay yeah. Let’s see.” Her lips pursed into a straight line as she hummed an annoying vibration to help her think. “Okay how about, every time Sporty wears a tracksuit or talks about sports, every time Baby is eating a lollipop or has her hair up in pony tails,” She put the bottle down on the countertop to demonstrate the hairstyle by bunching two handfuls of dark waves and holding them up for a second before dropping her hair around her shoulders again, “every time Posh talks about fashion or wears black. Scary wears animal print and Ginger is promiscuous, which is always but still.” Pleased with the rules, she took another drink and turned towards the living room. “Oh and you have to sing along with me.” She shouted back over her shoulder. 

[sutter-huxley]

Another reason why Molly fit the mold for very perfect company; he didn’t have to ask her to keep him in check. She knew of Sutter’s fickle ways of thinking, and that he was impossibly forgetful. It was something he never really tried to fix about himself. Sutter accepted the fact that everyone ran on a different operating system, and his just so happens to lack a program that can block distractions. “You’re always right.” Sutter agreed, not willing to challenge the stubborn woman’s claim. He had learned long ago that it was better not to argue that fact, because more often than not she was right in that proclamation as well. The grimace that ran over his face at the prospects of Marley & Me were unmistakable. Sutter hated animal films. Every since he was a kid. When the influx of Air Bud, Homeward Bound, and Shiloh were prevalent in the children’s section of the old Blockbuster. They were either depressing or a waste of time, both of which things he didn’t care to dabble in. “No. No, no, no. You’re right, I’d much rather watch Spice World than the most depressing movie ever.” It was an overstatement, obviously, seeing as there were movies that were far sadder than the passing of a dog but to Sutter it was high up there enough.

As soon as Molly took the beer from his grasp, Sutter tipped back his own again. He was eager to compliment the weed still buzzing through his system with the cool, carbonated drink. With wide eyes, Sutter struggled to keep up with her rules as she spouted them out. He had to admit he was impressed at quickly she was able to conjugate the game up and did his best to nod along and commit them to memory at the same time. “Got it. So basically, we’ll be doing a lot of drinking?” Whenever the two drank together, it was always the best of times. They became even more ridiculous forms of themselves and it was something Sutter really enjoyed. Almost as much as he enjoyed the hopeful thought of being on the other end of her experiment once more. Molly sauntered towards the living room with her infamous air of confidence and Sutter quickly took to following behind her. “The things you make me do, woman.” Sutter groaned, though the upturn of his lips deceived his futile attempt at disdain. No matter the song, Sutter always loved to sing when he was drunk. Taking his previous seat on the couch, Sutter plopped down and waited for her to pop the DVD in. At least this time they were actually going to watch something like they planned. The musical hadn’t worked out too well, in Sutter’s favor.

[esperarr]

[callie-richards]

  Oh my god…you are officially my favorite person now. No one else has ever mentioned that song to me. Everyone knows Waterfalls and that’s pretty much it. Don’t you dare sing No Scrubs until I’m there. I’ll be very cross with you if you do. Oh Sutter…it is not hard to get me to do karaoke. It’s pretty much my kryptonite.

[sutter-huxley]

Oh, no way? Hell yeah! Are you serious? Waterfalls isn't even the best one. I couldn't pick, but Creep and Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg are definitely up there. You've got it, I'll save it for when you're there to bust out all the rap parts. I had a feeling you'd say that, I picture you as the karaoke-going type.

[mollyzaleski]

Constant Conversations || Sutter and Molly

[mollyzaleski]

It didn’t take too long for Sutter to get the door open but since Molly wasn’t exactly one for waiting, she had a million things to say about the delay. When he opened the door though, the misplaced rage subsided and she could barely find her footing to get past him and into the house. “Oh, shut up, I won’t kill you. If I were going to I would have by now.” With a wave of her hand, she made her way into the familiar house. A shiver danced up her spine despite the fact that she was wearing a sweater. They really should have invested in heating so the livability of the incredible beach house wasn’t limited to summer. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected to feel so much during the kiss. It was just an experiment and it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Her head was telling her something entirely different than her body and for the first time in a long time, she wanted so badly to ignore her head and it’s rational warnings. Molly appreciated Sutter’s ability to act as if nothing had happened between them, she was pretty sure he had smoked though so there was no telling what he’d be like when it wore of in a bit. She intended to be drunk by then anyway.

"Looks like you started the party without me." She mumbled, nodding towards his little set up on the coffee table before turning towards the kitchen. "So anyway, I know we’re supposed to watch Grease but I was at the old bookstore and came across this gem. We can’t not watch it instead. Am I right, or am I right?" She mimicked his catch phrase with an innocent grin. Placing her purse on the counter, Molly reached in and pulled out a copy of Spice World and waved it around for a moment before tossing it to Sutter. Part of her knew that they needed to discuss what had happened between them but the other part was so used to this kind of tip toeing that she wasn’t sure they would ever get to talking about it. And pathetically, she was okay with that. It was lingering fear that it’d be written off as a mistake kept her from bringing it up. After all, it wouldn’t have been the first time something like that had happened. 

[sutter-huxley]

"You've got a solid point there, Zaleski. I don't doubt your ability to swiftly take my life if you deemed it necessary." Sutter retorted, following at a safe distance behind her. Truthfully, he wasn't really sure what to make of any of it. The kiss had been unexpectedly pleasant, but Sutter was tentative to place too much of a stigma on their shared moment of intimacy. Taking note in the subtle shiver that ran through her body, he felt the incessant need to apologize for the discomfort. Molly's abode was ten times cozier than the sentimental vacation home Sutter had taken to squatting in. "I was thinking about notching up the dial but then my overly-attentive dad would probably catch wind that my 'uptown apartment' is actually being paid in full by him." Sutter grimaced at the thought of that conversation, always dreading the imminent lecture that awaited him. "Maybe I'll buy a heater this winter." It was more of a comment to himself; One that would surely be lost amongst the array of other ideas constantly banging around in his noggin. His movement was especially sluggard now that he had settled back from his initial panic of locking Molly out. The weed still predominately tainting both of his motor skills alongside with his already skewed brain function. Which was exactly why he fumbled at the handle of the refrigerator door, having lost himself in his lingering thoughts. Ones that pertained entirely to the foreign energy that was now buzzing silently between them.

Sutter's head abruptly turned in the direction she was referring to, smiling sheepishly back to the brunette with a shrug of his shoulders. "There's more left if you want to come to the dark side, Molls." A side that he resided on most of his hazy days. "Hey, that's my thing. How can I know if you're right or if you're right if I don't know --" the DVD case sailed towards his chest and Sutter quickly clasped his hand over it to trap the film before it slid down his front. The colors of the box alone suggested that this evening would be forced sitting through another one of Molly's girly flicks. "If we're watching Spice World than I only have one requirement - I'm Scary Spice." He could tell by the grin on her face that she really wanted to watch this one, leaving no point in trying to fight it. "Is there some sort of drinking game we can make to this at least, there's got to be a drinking game." The whine threatening to spill through his tone, Sutter hastily took two beers into his hands from their cold shelving and walked over to her direction. Deftly twisting the cap off, Sutter tossed the lid behind and held the cool drink up to her face. Truthfully, he was eager for the two to drink together after their last encounter. Perhaps the alcohol would drown out their inhibitions long enough for them to make sense of the kiss they had shared. Though days had passed Sutter was still struggling to process what exactly had happened. So instead, he opened up his own beer and tipped it up to her in cheers before taking a hefty gulp. 

[gracestratford-deactivated20140]

  Wow, you’re getting drunk on a Monday already? That’s a great way to start the week. I’m sure the local drunkards would have loved your performance, especially if you’re singing that song. Everyone loves TLC.

[sutter-huxley]

Hey, you know what they say - It's Sunday, somewhere. The local drunkards loved my heartfelt ballad, I assure you, but I think my dance moves really brought it all together. TLC is a universal love. 

[callie-richards]

  Oh my god I have to commend you on the song choice. TLC does not get enough love at karaoke. I weep at the realization that I missed such a perfect performance. I’m going to have that song stuck in my head now too.

[sutter-huxley]

What can I say, I know my music. They really don't, next week I'm going for No Scrubs. Because I ain't trying to have anybody holla at me from the passenger side of their best friend's ride. That's my job. You can come next time, Callie, but you've got to promise to get up there too. That's the one requirement.

[sutter-huxley]

The Music Man || Dani and Sutter

[dani--fitzgeralds]

  Dani rolled her eyes, chuckling at the man’s joke. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s a big problem here.” She responded with a grin. Her blue eyes glanced at the man Sutter referred to before grimacing. “I think he was our waiter here last time. His voice is just like nails on a chalkboard to me. Hopefully he doesn’t recognize us, because my cousin didn’t tip him well. Cooper doesn’t respond well to ‘poor service’ in his standards.” Dani admitted, her cheeks coloring slightly at the admission, feeling the secondhand embarrassment that usually came with being out in public with her socially awkward cousin. At Sutter’s statement about her cousin still being a kid, Dani’s brows knit together before she realized he was assuming Pat was her cousin.

But before she could truly try to explain, she was distracted by the quick change in topic. “I’m glad you’re so excited I’ve been enjoying it. Do you often meet the people you give random mixes to? Or am I a first?” She inquired. It wasn’t every day she met someone who loved to just give strangers mix CDs. “But yeah, I love Rumours. It’s one of my favorite albums ever. That and Foreigner’s Double Vision. Those are like, my two top favorite albums of all time. There would be three, but I love all of Justin Timberlake’s albums equally.” Dani chuckled, shaking her head. “No, I carried this little man for nine months, he’s all mine.” She informed Sutter, running a free hand over Pat’s hair. “Pat, who am I?” She inquired of the boy, who promptly stated, without any hesitation “Mama.” She looked back up at Sutter, grinning triumphantly. “I have his birth certificate at the house, I could show you if you still don’t believe me.” She joked.

Dani was amused to see Sutter singing along with Pat, who seemed to try and sing the words he knew, but all he really knew was a bunch of gibberish and “Jwung Boogie, Jwung Boogie!” Pat seemed all too happy to have someone to sing the song with other than his mother. Dani grinned at Sutter’s admiration of Patrick’s tentative grasp of English. “I’m very glad he knows jungle and boogie. It’s a good addition to some of his other favorite words, such as, dinosaur, cookie, and no.” Dani grinned, reaching over to shake his hand. “Sutter? Well, it’s nice to finally put a name to the mix CD! I’m Dani Fitzgerald.” 

Cooper eyed Sutter curiously, the look on his face unreadable before he smiled at Sutter’s response. “Okay, good answer. The Flash was a big part of my childhood.” Cooper responded, picking at his drink. “See, I own a comic book store, and not many of Dani’s friends are too interested in comic books…” Before Cooper could finish his sentence, Dani cut him off, “Hey!” but he ignored her by instead responding to Sutter’s question. “Yes, Cooper is my name.” The man offered his hand for a shake. “Cooper Prince, owner and CEO of Cooper’s Comics. And you are? You are correct, this is my favorite restaurant. My mother and father met here many, many years ago and after they married and had myself and my airheaded sister, they started bringing us here at least twice a month, with the exception of holiday months.” 

[sutter-huxley]

Sutter was more pleased to discover how freely Dani welcomed his peculiar sense of humor with ease. “It serious is. You should have seen it. The other day Ratatouille came barging in demanding my partnership in running the kitchen. To which I informed him that I don’t cook, because I’m incapable of cooking.” Sutter feigned exasperation at their pseudo-rat problem that would probably get him fired if it were to be overheard. “Disney really has a way of painting characters in flattering lights, let me tell you, because that Ratatouille chump was a real a-- meanie.” Having nearly slipped out a profanity, Sutter quickly recovered with a wiggle of his brows in Pat’s direction. “Yeah, Chuck is a real people pleaser. Don’t worry, less tips in his pocket is more satisfaction on my end because I have to hear him nasly brag about how much of a geeser pleaser he is I’ll have to resign. I try to explain to him that the presence of a senior discount along with the overall lost concept of money as whole is the real reason they tip him so frequently, but getting through to that guy is near impossible.” He was on a heavy ramble, his hands unfolding themselves to flail wildly in front of him to animate his long explanations. “He shouldn’t respond to poor service, or he’ll keep getting it.” Sutter did pride himself in his ability to serve people with a quick and friendly manner. Granted, he was easily taken off course once back in the kitchen and he rarely took things seriously - even during the crazier nights - but the people still generally took to his quirks.

His spontaneous mixtapes was something that began in high school. He would get really amped on certain songs while evading homework like the plague and would instead ensemble what he would consider the perfect mix. It became a thing; people would request a ‘Sutter Mix’ on whatever new obscure song he’d stumbled across that would blend perfectly with his love for old school. But since then, it was hard to be submerged into a consistent community that would know his nag for compilations. It was his first time actually passing it out to a stranger, normally just forcing them onto his coworkers until they finally accepted them. But so far it was proving to be a complete success. “Not exactly. I am a self-proclaimed master of the mix but you’re the first randy to receive one.” Sutter announced proudly, raising his brows at her chosen favorite albums. “Very good choices, impeccable choices Dani. Rumors saved Fleetwood Mac, I will forever be grateful for that fact.” It was one of his mother’s favorite albums, having played it very loudly on road trips to the beach in his adolescence. “Rest assured, I don’t let Justin’s baby face fool me. He’s a talented man. Cry Me a River? Musical gold.” It was rather ironic for Sutter to comment on the younger features in Timberlake, considering he still had too many dimples for a man his age to be taken seriously. “Mama!” Without missing a beat, he reached his hand out across the table for Pat to high five. “Luck you, my man, your mom has great taste in music.” He felt the need to remind him of that now, seeing as it was inevitable to go through a period in which it was easier to presume your parent’s known nothing about music.

“No is everyone’s first favorite word. Dinosaur on the other hand, that’s a tricky one, I commend you sir.” Sutter tipped his invisible direction in the hat of the little guy. Sutter nodded wildly, getting more excitable by the minute at the chain of events ensuing. “Sutter at your service, yes. It’s pleasure to meet you Dani Fitzgerald. What is Fitzgerald - Irish?” It was his new thing, taking random guesses at the origin of people’s names. As to why, well, he may never know. Once Dani’s actual cousin joined them, Sutter waited as the man sized him up. It was something he had never really minded nor did he much partake in it either. He simply waited to hear how he fared and move on from there. Much to his good fortune though, Cooper slid into the booth beside him and settled back into his seat.

“No way, where’s your comic book store at? The Flash was the bees knees. Aside from Reptar, he was my hero.” Chuck caught sight of Sutter sitting at his table and gave him a strange look probably wondering what he was up to now. His coworkers were fortunately accustomed to his random antics. “Well, I’m interested in comics. I know some. Definitely no expert, but I’m a learner. It’s good to meet you, Cooper Prince CEO of Cooper Comics. I’m Sutter Huxley of Aspiring Photographers Anonymous.” It was his newest endeavor, having retired graffiti after getting halfway through spray painting Luke Skywalker’s face on the side of an alleyway building. “I’ve probably seen them than before, well depending on how long ago that was. Maybe not. Either way, glad we have a fan. I can’t help but eat here for most meals still and I’ve been here for awhile. So that’s saying something.” Just as he was about to ramble on about his favorite dish, Chuck made his sluggard approach over to his table with a pen in hand. “Did you clock off, Sutter?” His voice reeked of monotony, his expression nearly blank. “Negative, muchacho, but I’ve closed out all my tables for the day. Minding clocking me out? I’m making friends.” He announced proudly, tossing his apron over to Chuck who simply shrugged his shoulder in reply before turning to the actual customers and requesting their order.

[toristriker]

Carnival Shenanigans | Sutter & Tori

If she was being honest with herself, Tori didn’t even know what possessed her to go to the carnival.  Maybe it was some foolish hope that she could relive part of her long forgotten childhood or just have a little time for some fun.  Whatever the reason was, Tori found herself wandering through the crowds of people all alone.  She regretted the fact that she hadn’t called and invited someone to go with her, but that was not something she could dwell on.  It seemed like half of Annapolis had turned out for the carnival anyway, so perhaps she would see someone she knew after all.  It was silly of her to go but as she looked up at the bright lights and listened to the whistles and bells from the various games, Tori couldn’t help but think back to her few trips to Coney Island with her dad before everything in her life fell apart.  It was one of the few times she could remember actually being a kid.  Deep down she missed it but she tried not to focus on that. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Tori spotted a snow cone stand and headed straight for it.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had one but the treat was far too tempting.  When she was a kid it had been one of her favorites so the idea of restraining herself now seemed completely foolish.  Why would she want to do that?  The line for snow cones was not as long as some of the lines for other food throughout the carnival and for that Tori was grateful.  She tapped her foot impatiently while she waited and crossed her arms over her chest.  If anything she was glad she came just for the chance for carnival food.  In the end it didn’t really matter that she had come alone.

Softly she sighed and when it was her turn to order, Tori instinctively ordered the same snow cone she had ever since she was a child.  The man working the booth raised his eyebrow but she shrugged it off.  Tori knew it had to seem odd for a twenty five year old woman to order her snow cone half purple and half blue the same way she did when she was five.  She paid for her treat and moments later was back in the crowds that slowly filtered between all the games and food stands.  It was busy and crowded but Tori could easily melt into the background here.  She didn’t stand out.  That was one of the things she loved about New York that she missed since moving to Annapolis.  It was so much easier to blend in and become invisible when there were more people. Now she had that chance again.

To her right Tori spotted a game booth where you threw darts to pop balloons and she walked towards it.  Of course she knew it was probably rigged and a huge waste of money, but she still wanted to try.  Call her childish or silly but for one night she wanted to pretend that absolutely nothing else in the world mattered.  She could get lost in the festive atmosphere of the carnival and just have some fun.  After all, what more could you possibly as for from life?  “I’ll give it a go,” she told the man working at the booth as she set down her snow cone, which was thankfully not in a cone, and took up the darts after she paid him.  Tori knew she probably wouldn’t win anything but that didn’t matter.  Win or lose it would still be fun.

[sutter-huxley]

The carnival was an exciting time of the year for Sutter. It was the time in which he could wander aimlessly and still fit in with heaps of others. Most of his days, when not at work, were spent getting a little bit too stoned and walking a little too far until he ran into a welcoming face. The fair was no exception. His shift in the morning had been rather short. Just basic prep work for the rest of the crew’s day before he was released off into the world again. Every ride seemed to beckon him more than the last and it didn’t take much consideration before he was jumping in line to get in a quick round on this year’s rollercoaster. It was a mother’s unlucky choice to accompany her smaller kids on the course, seeing as she was stuck next to a screaming Sutter for the duration of the ride as it whipped them back and forth across the tracks.

A few woozy steps later and Sutter was back on track down the main strip with a new sense of excitement after getting a taste of what the fair had to offer. He had tried to get Molly to accompany him, but he had completely worn her out of the fair after the first day. Sutter, however, was certain that he could never get sick of it. Perhaps tomorrow he would bring down his kid brother Finn, it had been a few days since seeing him anyways and he was beginning to miss the guy. Just as he was about to dial out his number, Sutter caught sight of a familiar brunette at the dart stand. Squinting his eyes slightly to strain confirmation, Sutter quickly slid the phone back into his pocket and hurried his pace towards her. It had been awhile since he’d seen Tori, which made discovering her all the better. She had always been a fun one to be around, never to skeptical of his erratic idea making abilities.

The blue and purple snow cone was the second thing to grab his attention. Any smart man would know better than to take a woman’s fair treat whilst she held darts in her hand, but Sutter had never been very notorious for his common sense. Swiping the icy treat on the spot, Sutter took a healthy bite of it and nodding his head slowly in satisfaction.” Just as delicious as freshly fallen snow, this is.” His voice dripped dramaticism for the extra affect, leaning himself up onto the post of the game’s stand as he waited for Tori to register who it was invading her game time. “Pop pop those balloons into oblivion, Torinator.” Sutter singsang, wiggling his brows at the unamused man behind the counter before looking back to his friend. After his second bite, Sutter forced himself to put the snow cone back down. If he continued nibbling on it, it would be gone before she had gone through her darts. Instead he made a mental note to seek one out by the end of the evening for himself to indulge on. Did they have beer flavored syrups?

[sutter-huxley]

There's nothing better than getting drunk on a Monday evening and singing your heart out to a TLC song. Honestly, I think I nailed her stage presence perfectly and if there were more than the local drunkards attending my grand performance I think I would have earned a standing ovation. Don't go chasing waterfalls, please stick to rivers and the lakes that you're used to.

[wusoul]

[mollyzaleski]

Constant Conversations || Sutter and Molly

The screen of her iPhone lit up suddenly causing Molly to jump a little. Normally she would have reached for the device that very second but because she knew who the message was from, she let it be and focused on getting ready. Sarah Jessica Parker’s narrating voice in the background kept her mind from losing itself in thoughts that would only spoil her mood. She decided that running her fingers through her hair a few times sufficed and quickly tugged her dark waves into a ponytail. After shrugging black a sweater over a plain white tank top, Molly slipped on a pair of flats and hurried out of the house to avoid being late. Not that Sutter would mind her tardiness, or even notice probably. On her way to the beach house, Molly dialed Sutter’s number to let him know that she was on her way and promptly left a strongly worded voicemail when he didn’t pick up.

It was only a short fifteen minute drive to the Huxley beach house and the familiar path made Molly nostalgic for all of the times she drove out here to hang out with Sutter when they were young and didn’t have to worry about the woes of adulthood. As the engine roared to a stop, Molly checked herself in the rearview mirror and scolded herself the second she did so. She had promised herself that whatever was happening between the two of them wasn’t going to change anything and checking herself before seeing him was definitely changing something. But maybe that was supposed to happen now? She wasn’t too sure, nor was she keen on finding out just yet. All she really knew was that they were going to watch Grease to make up for the musical that they missed and drink until they puked, like usual. Molly wiggled the doorknob and couldn’t help but roll her eyes when it was locked. “Are you kidding me, Huxley!?” She groaned, pushing on the doorbell three too many times.

[sutter-huxley]

Sutter hadn't really expected for Molly to be up for hanging out on that particular evening. He'd already practically written it over to another evening with a loaded bong and the endless amount of funny failures YouTube had to offer. But like any other day, he was eager to give that up in exchange for Molly. That notion only heightened after their confusing change of direction. A direction that in no way bartered argument from Sutter. After inviting her over, he took note in the still beckoning bowl of weed residing in front of him on the coffee table. The debate was very brief before he was retrieving 'Bertie' from her seductive perch and ignited the grounded greens in the center. It didn't take long for him to sink into the couch, flipping the channel over to a highly explicit episode of Archer. The problem with a show like that, however, was that it absorbed time into a near nothingness. 

He knew he was in trouble when the door bell rang in an angry cry for attention through his house. "Shit." Hopping up from his sink into his couch cushions, Sutter abruptly shut the television off and straightened out his wrinkling shirt. If he weren't so terrible at being put together when it came to anything plan related, Sutter would have had two ice cold beers waiting in front of the screen that spat Grease's DVD menu out on repeat. But nope, Sutter was a victim of crippling irresponsibility. "Molly, I'm sorry" he sang loudly as he scurried to unlock the door. Pulling it back to reveal the annoyed expression he was more than accustomed to, Sutter returned the furrow of her brows with his own apologetic grimace. "Don't kill me." He warned before opening the door entirely to let her inside. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to tell her she looked nice or not, seeing as it was both a regular occurrence for her to but also an obvious change for him to point out. "You ready for grease lightening?!" Sutter followed behind her lead into his living room, making his best attempt at a Danny impersonation. "Oh, and there's beer in the fridge. I bought a twenty four pack of your favorite, Blue Moon."

[xander-g-blog]

Well what do you know...

[xander-g-blog]

  That’s an interesting way to look at it. Do you usually act on all these opportunities everywhere or more just observe them? I’m inclined to think that it would be exhausting to always be pouncing on everything like that.

[sutter-huxley]

More often than not, yes. I would rather act on them then wait for somebody else to come along and snag it up. I'm not very good at observation... I get too impatient and I've got to jump in there and seize the day. Your inclination is spot on, muchacho, but once you get used to the perpetual tiredness you hardly notice it anymore. 

[sutter-huxley]

Impromptu Hideout || Sutter and Lucinda

[lucindaking]

  "Sutter…hello," she said back. She was slightly taken aback by his easy questions, as if they were in a normal, everyday situation minus the intimidating man in blue uniform. "D-Dutch. Pennsylvanian Dutch." Lucinda was not sure why he asked; most likely he was making small talk, quiet conversation but Lucinda knew that he would bolt as soon as he could. She was not stopping him though. The exit was unlocked, and he was free to do as he wanted, but the continuous wails of the sirens cast doubts in her mind. Although the police car sounded farther away, it was still in the neighborhood. Like a dog with a scent of his bone, the policeman was undoubtedly circling nearby for the glimpse of the man standing in her house.

"He’s gone, but he sounds like he’s still around somewhere…Perhaps it would be best for you to lay low for now." She looked at him with a mixture of both weariness and curiosity, for while she knew she had to remain cautious, she couldn’t help but ask, "May I be so bold to ask what you did? I mean, I’m assuming you’re not just that man’s friend. H-He made it seem like you did something really…bad." Her jaws immediately tightened as she grind her teeth together in the realization that she may have helped a criminal escape a deserved punishment. Was she helping him commit a crime? She hoped—yet was afraid to hear his reason—that this was some mistake; yet if it were, then why would be be running?

"Oh, I’m so rude. I forgot…" she trailed off as she quickly made her way into the living room, carelessly bumping her thigh on the coffee table. It took a minute for her to find the small medical kit which had been gathering dust in the back of one of her lacquered cabinets, simply sitting and waiting for use just in case of an emergency, and Lucinda liked to be prepared. She pulled it out and pulled out a couple of band-aids, then returning to hand them over to the man. "You have some scrapes there," she said, gesturing to her own face to point out the harsh red cuts on his skin.

The young blond wanted to say that she would help him, yet her complete lack of understanding of the situation made her hesitate in answering. “Oh, ah…favorite person? I suppose? I mean, if you didn’t…I wouldn’t turn you over…I, ah, would you like some tea? Or coffee?” She invited him to the kitchen—rather she turned and entered the white tiled room, knowing that somehow he would follow behind her without a verbal invitation—and immediately started to rearrange her cups and silverware. Keeping her hands moving and thoughts focused on trivial things, like plates and glasses, helped Lucinda ignore his stare on the back of her head. Hands moving, mind off her dilemma.

[sutter-huxley]

Sutter raised his hand up in a small wave before dropping it heavily back to his side. “Pennsylvanian Dutch, that was my second guess.” He didn’t know anything about name origins nor would he probably ever attempt to differentiate between them but even so Sutter reached up to stroke his chin contemplatively. Honestly, he hadn’t even clue where his own name derived from but he had a seeping suspicion that it was from his parent’s hippy days. “Lay low, that’s smart. I can do that. Laying low.” Sutter was attempting to make light of the situation, knowing that it had probably shaken her up. It definitely had gotten him there for a bit, but for by some act of a higher being he always managed to pull himself out of strange predicaments. No matter the extremity. “Thanks again, Lucinda. You’re a true friend and a scholar.”

It was expected for her to be curious what kind of criminal she had just bailed out on a whim. Even if he were ashamed of what he had done, which frankly he was not, Sutter would have owed her an explanation. After all, she was currently providing the roof over his head that was standing to be his saving grace. “Oh, ole Carl and me? We go way back. Yeah, we dug holes side by side in the sandbox.” His sense of humor wasn’t always greeted nor understood openly, but that never stopped Sutter from carrying on as if everyone understood the reason to his rhyme. “No, but I don’t mind. Do you mind if I uh --” Sutter pointed to the hallway outside of the closet before squeezing himself out of his place of hiding. “Okay, that’s better.” He sighed in relief of the less cramped space, dusting off the front of his jeans. “I may have just pocketed a vile of adderall. Nothing too rowdy, just a month’s dosage. But do you know how much they charge for that? Even if you are insured - which I am not - it cost you an arm and a leg. And then  you’ve got to go back to the doctor to pay for your missing limbs afterwards. Highway robbery, really. Maybe I should be the one chasing him down for thievery.”

Sutter watched her hurry off towards the kitchen and trailed behind her, continuing his wildly rambled explanation. “Rude? You’re the nicest person I’ve met today.” His brows furrowed together in confusion as to how she could perceive anything she’s done as rude. Sutter was definitely taken the title of rude this afternoon and he was fully aware of that. “Scrapes?” His hand shot up to his face where she pointed and laughed humorlessly at the blood that trickled down his fingers. “Figures, I did run through a bush or two.”

Gratefully he took the band aids from her and attempted to haphazardly place them over the first cut he had discovered. Leaning himself up onto the counter of her kitchen, Sutter watched with a curiosity as she began to rearrange miscellaneous things around her. It explained the cleanliness of her home, the way she idly moved cups back and forth into a straighter row. “Tea would be awesome.” Considering she hadn’t expected his impromptu company, Lucinda really was exceeding with flying colors at being a host.

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[sutter-huxley]

One day baby, we’ll be old Oh baby, we’ll be old And think of all the stories that we could have told