on his mouth like liquor

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[lucygccse-deactivated20190214]

Ever since making her grand appearance at the party, Ophelia had started to feel more at ease when it came to going out in public. Nobody seemed to abhor her presence, which wasn’t a bad thing. As she sat in the coffee shop, Ophelia attempted to write vigorously. She’d had a good train of thought going, but that was until a familiar face entered the shop’s front door.

[suttonplz-blog]

Sutton was merely looking for company. It seemed like more than good enough reason to stroll through town peeking through the windows of various shops mindlessly as she tried her best to kill time. Her feet began to ache, though, crammed into an old pair of shoes that were slowly becoming too small on her. So she decided to take harbor in the cheap coffee shop that wasn’t far from her, believing that she’d be able to get away with just sitting at a table without actually ordering anything.. She pushed the front door open easily, eyes scanning the room immediately to catch Ophelia’s silhouette in the far corner. Truthfully, she wouldn’t have spared a second glance if the shop hadn’t been almost filled to capacity. She walked forward, her hand tracing along the wooden table as she approached the shy girl with a mocking laugh. “Is this your dairy? What- are you still five?”  

[char92-blog]

The girl scoffed at her friends statement. “Thank you Sutton.” She took a pen from behind her ear and started spinning it between her fingers. “Not always. I don’t know what happened.” Charlie shrugged. “But as long as I get payed I’m good.” She smiled taking her notepad out of her pocket. “So, do you want anything?”

[suttonplz-blog]

“You’re welcome,” Sutton grinned manically, as if the sarcastic threads of banter was all she was good for. Honestly, it wasn’t much of a secret that Charlie was the better of the two and Sutton never helped her case. “Maybe you drove away all the customers.” She spared a glance around the dead shop, half amused that it almost seemed like her best friend was winning more money than her for doing absolutely nothing. “Only if it’s on the house,” was continued with a “and don’t worry, your tip includes living with me. I think that’s more than enough.” 

[suttonplz-blog]

The bitter winter air hugged Sutton’s body like a blanket, sparking a deep shiver to tremble in her bones as she walked down the pavement. It would have been high time for her to buy a new jacket that actually insulated her body heat, but every passing month she had been drowning her extra money carelessly. She stopped momentarily, sparing a glance at her secondhand watch and figured that she could afford some time to grab a cup of coffee to-go. The warm air inside the shop greeted her kindly, sparking a small smile to settle on her face until the casher that had received her order charged her more than she actually carried in her pocket. “I’m down 50 cents, honestly. That’s not even a whole lot-” She tried to plead, but the person behind  the counter didn’t spare her a kind glance. With a defeated sigh, Sutton moved to leave until the person behind her stopped her. “Sorry to hold up the lane,” She mumbled sarcastically. “Some jackasses can’t spare a few cents.” 

[paradisehasitshunter]

[char92-blog]

Charlie has been sitting on the table next to the window watching the rain fall for the past thirty minutes. It was a calm day at the diner – since she got there she only served two tables. The girl was so distracted watching the rain that she didn’t hear the door opening. She only broke out of her daze when she heard someone calling her. 

[suttonplz-blog]

It had slowly become the ending of a very long day for Sutton. Her back was aching, hands dry, and feet slightly swollen as she walked down the stone path across town. The sun was settling on the horizon, the night lights shining the pavement dimly as she continued to hum to herself. Her eyes were met with the familiar neon sign that belonged to Charlie’s diner and there wasn’t a muscle in her body that could stop her from entering. She figured that she’s sabotage a free warm coffee from her best friend and offer her company once Charlie got off her shift on the walk back to their shared home. Her hand circled around the knob of the front door, a smile dancing across her lips as she noticed the deadness that waited for her inside. Sutton noticed Charlie on the other end of the diner and she walked over, her left hand sliding across the empty booths with a laugh. “Half the time I’m convinced you don’t even deserve your paycheck,” She snickered, sliding into the booth across from her friend. “Is it always this dead in here?”

[nicolapeltzmedia]

👖👖👖 — nicolaannepeltz

[char92-blog]

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I need to admit, it’s pretty amusing to see you drunk.” 

[suttonplz-blog]

At that, Sutton rose her free hand to closely bring her index finger and thumb. “I’m only a wee bit drunk,” She tried to correct her friend. “Besides, I’ve seen worse from you.” 

[rosymarleyrose-blog]

Elijah raised a brow as he finished off the rest of the drink left in his hand. “I’m charmed at the offer, really but I try to not make it a habit of kissing strangers.” He chuckled “And since I don’t even know your name, you fall into that category.”

[suttonplz-blog]

Sutton began to move, shifting her weight precisely so that she would face the man. Her mouth opened to continue speaking before her eyes noticed the drink in his hand. “You meant the drink-” Sutton had said more to herself than him, unamused by the fact that she had misinterpreted everything. “That’s a shame. I would have made sure to kiss and not tell.” 

[fxckncte-blog]

While he wasn’t exactly out of it, his mind still wasn’t working like it normally did, and he found himself reaching forward, curling his fingers around Sutton’s wrist– something that would entirely freak him out if someone did that to him. He was trying to stop her from hurting whatever injury was underneath by some caring instinct inside of him, his grip stopping Sutton’s fingertips from fully pressing against the gauze on her head.

“That…doesn’t explain it”, he said, cocking his head a little to the side. The only time he spent on the north time was with friends or clients so as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t so bad. Better than the streets of the south side, anyway. “There are better methods than jumping off of buildings. Gun o the head, if you ask me.”

[suttonplz-blog]

Sutton watched him carefully as he reached forward, eyes never leaving his face with a curious look as he gently pulled her hands away from her head. She wasn’t exactly aware of what it was or exactly how she had gotten hurt, but she remembered a fine-looking gentleman helping out. As much as Sutton was concerned, it was most likely Nate himself since most of the faces that she had passed since she had let her blood become think with liquor blurred together. “Ow-” She said mindlessly, the gesture not really hurting but nevertheless the filter had been momentarily shut off for Sutton. 

She stayed silent for a bit more, her lip drawing along the edge of her under lip before she replied. “I dunno-” She just sighed, her shoulders falling with her body as she leaned back against the railing, her wrist still restrained by the man. “It always seems like whenever I’m on this side, I get hurt.” It was true, never the less, it had been more emotional than physical, but that was beyond the point. A half smile coerced itself on her face, her only free hand gliding across the cold metal as she laughed. “That’s a rather dramatic exit, don’t you think? Would be messy and all.” She almost wanted to cringe at the thought of having to clean something as dire as thought. In her time as a house keeper, she had seen many strange things but never a suicide scene. “Something cleaner- like pills.” 

[nicolapeltzmedia]

🦁🍭 — nicolaannepeltz

[damienxhudson-blog]

“Hell, like you aren’t just as bad as I am,” he reminded her with an upward quirk of his lips. “Whenever one of us texts the other more than half the time it’s because we want to get wasted and fill our lungs with cancer.” Damien watched her as she sank down next to him, a softer look in his eyes now. “Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly, turning his attention back to the cigarette he was about to light. He fiddled with his lighter a moment, then got it to produce a flame and he lit the cigarette almost immediately. “Mom’ll be alright,” he added, the cigarette bobbing with his every word. He took a few drags and then took it from his lips. He was hoping that perhaps he could just take a few hits and be good for today, though Damien knew it wouldn’t be the case after the first cigarette had burned down. “You just focus on that jacket you want. I got this for cheap at some lady’s garage sale. It was her kid’s, but her kid moved off to California and didn’t really want his coat, so y’know. Got a good deal.” It was wool, nice and warm, and the only drawback was the hole it had in one of its pockets. 

“Life sucks,” he agreed, nudging her lightly with his shoulder, “but you can tell me about it, y’know.” They’d never been the types to hide stuff from each other; they’d grown up around this shit, living the damned life they’d been given. Damien’s green hues focused on the cigarette she was fingering, and he was just about to hand her the lighter when she asked for it. Damien laughed softly, handing it over to her. “Like you gotta ask.” Damien studied his friend, wondering if she was cold in the breeze, and he shifted closer so that there wasn’t a gap between them, so their sides were almost fully joined. “Better get that jacket soon,” he mumbled, “or your arms are gonna fall off.”

[suttonplz-blog]

At the Damien’s mention, Sutton tried her best to not roll her eyes. There was no point in trying to refuse his point, because it was certainly true. “That’s only because some people haven’t been treated with unlimited texting like you. But-” She turned easily on her side, catching his gaze with a playful spark. “Are you implying that you want me to actually text you about other things? Am I even capable of that?” Sutton had memorized the soft pull of a person’s face that resonated with sympathy, but with Damien, she didn’t feel the pang in her chest that grew immediately annoyed. Instead of replying, though, she left the wind be an excuse to keep her lips tight together. The silence was her expression of the sentiment that she silently was thankful that he had refused the offer. However, that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t have gladly lent the money, but it would have been a nice change to have an extra layer as the winter air settled in the town. “It’s a nice jacket,” Sutton acknowledged, her hand reaching forward to let her fingers feel the warm fabric that hugged his lean body. “I’ve got my eye on this one that I saw near the window in the outlets nearby. It’s a bit pricey but it’s really nice. I might as well treat myself to something for the holidays.”

She looked away the second that he nudged her, encouraging her to open up. There were times where she had listened to the man when he needed someone, but she was soon realizing that talking about her own baggage was a completely different thing. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, rather the opposite, but she felt more comfortable admitting that she didn’t have any problems that needed immediate attention. “That would be a rather depressing turn of conversation, don’t you think?” She diverted the attention away from her to the cigarette sitting idly between pointer and middle finger. When he moved forward with the lighter in hand, her gaze shifted down slightly so that she could watch the paper ooze to burn the mix inside. The smell of tobacco and nicotine was welcomed to her lungs, and there was no denying the fact that she had slowly let her body become dependent on it. “Thanks-” But her sentence caught short, watching him move so that the space between them was filled. “That would be rather counterproductive wouldn’t it?” She snickered at the thought at being armless. “Then I would be really screwed.” 

[rosymarleyrose-blog]

“I guess you’ll have to be my New Years kiss.” He chuckled to himself as he spoke down to the glass of whiskey and swirled what was left of it.

[suttonplz-blog]

With her arms crossed against her chest, Sutton kept her eyes peeled on the crowd before her from the bar. The clock was nearing midnight, and yet she was more sober than she truly wanted to be. Hearing a new voice speak to her, Sutton’s head turned tentatively to come eye-to-eye with the man. “I would have preferred someone less desperate, but I guess I would be making your night unforgettable  if I even got remotely closer to you.” 

[char92-blog]

Sighing she patted her friend’s head. “Yeah, let’s get you home, but first-” Charlie sat on the street to take off her boots and handed them to Sutton. “Better than the heels and your feet won’t freeze off.” Putting on the heels she stood up going back to the side of her friend. “Now let’s go, you need to take a shower and brush your teeth before going to bed.”

[suttonplz-blog]

Sutton’s hands easily curled around the petite frame of her friend, relaxing momentarily at the thought of a lukewarm shower and bed. Her head was pressed against the fabric of Charlie’s attire, but then it tore away as her friend move. She was unsure what was happening, head tilting to watch her friend settle her boots on the cold feet that had lost feeling against the chilled pavement. “You’re so nice to me-” Sutton lazily smiled, clinging obviously to Charlie as they began to walk forward. “Are you saying that I stink? Cause I don’t think you smell any better.” 

[mooreandy-blog]

Sutton was no more afraid to speak her mind than he was - that was obvious from the very beginning. Even back then, sneaking her pieces of bread, cooked meat, anything else he could manage to scrap up out of his own scraps, they didn’t always see eye to eye. Their views of the world took two completely different directions and left each other behind in the smoke - and yet, all of their arguments, all of their past disagreements and agreements had led them back here; back to a place where they could still get along, greet each other as old friends, and continue on their way. It was even possible that this had been destined to happen from the start of their strange relationship, all those years ago, when he had caught her that first time. As much as she probably wouldn’t admit it, Moore Farms had become her home for a long while, and even if she didn’t come by anymore, Andy knew that if she did happen to show up one day, he would welcome her with open arms and a warm bed to sleep in. Andrew feigns mock offense, clutching a hand at his heart and giving her a playfully sour look. “It’s not my fault I wasn’t trained properly. And, besides, I’m sure if I were giving it to my English teacher, I would have gotten an A.” If Sutton hadn’t worn a furious look before, she did now, and Andy could see she was struggling to contain herself. “Then help me understand,” he pleaded, exasperation evident in his voice. “Of course I want you to be happy. But this? As much as you don’t see it and as much as you think you’re fine with it, this isn’t happiness. What you’re doing- It’s going to hurt you, whether you notice it will or not,” a bright rage was beginning to fuel his words, feeling the warmth bubble in his abdomen and threaten to leak out. “And fine. Maybe I shouldn’t care about what you do, because that is your business. But I do care, Sutton. You can be so much more than this. You don’t have to go down that road.”

[suttonplz-blog]

Perhaps it would have been a sick of her to compare herself to a parasite, leeching off of those that were around her to survive but she really didn’t see any other way to describe it. She had been grown to believe that was the most sustainable route to take, even if it meant breaking a few rules here and there. This had caused the fire in her to burn brightly, fueled by her determination to survive and not be thrown to the side for much longer. Her tongue had a tendency to be harsh, laced with wittiness and half-empty phrases. The words weren’t what anyone had to worry about, though, but instead her sharp look. Blue tinted with green, her eyes were on the brink of emptiness. It was perhaps the stubbornness that didn’t like to accept the charity that the man liked to freely give her. Her eyes had been trained to determine the same look of pity that crossed most people’s faces whenever their eyes settled on her. She had a pretty face, no doubt, that had meant to be lavished in the outskirts of the city in expensive dresses and cocktails, but instead, it had been lathered detrimentally in mud and cheap clothes. “Show off-” Sutton scoffed easily, rolling her eyes at the man’s comment. It was no secret that she hadn’t really cared for school, spending more days in the lot behind the building than in class cause she thought that she had more important things to worry about than the Quadratic formula. Instead of filtering the words in her head to spare her friend, Sutton’s teeth were quick to bite the back of her lip. Yet, it hadn’t been enough to stop her from ranting. “What good does me explaining anything about my life to you? You tell me that.”  Her voice threatened to rise, the sound of her heart ringing in her ears as her toes curled in her shoes. “Jesus, Andy.” Was all she said, her heel turning so that she didn’t have to look at the man directly in the eye. “Accept the fact that not everyone is meant to find the fucking love of their life. Just let me be like my-” She immediately pursed her lips, pausing momentarily as the word ‘mom’ ghosted on her tongue. “Just- I don’t know. Stop caring. Save yourself the pain.” 

[outdoor-anarchy]

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

Joshua Graham  (via abbygubler)

[damienxhudson-blog]

The light touch nearly made Damien start, but instead his shoulders went rigid and he sat up a bit straighter. When he realized it was Sutton, however, he relaxed beneath her fingertips and let out a low snort. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he mumbled, a playful smile beginning to form on his face, “I can pull together nice clothes when I want.” That was very nearly a lie; for Damien, dusting off his suit was more of an awkward affair than anything else. It made him feel self conscious, which was likely half the reason he felt so tense, even in his spot by the bar. “It’s not a pity party, I just have no fucking idea what to do with myself,” Damien said, shifting on his seat to face her, feeling her hand slip from his back as he did. “See, I thought I could come here, maybe start a riot or two, but I’m not drunk enough for that shit yet and I haven’t loaded up on my share of food, so I decided maybe it would be best if I waited a little longer, y’know? Then I can really start some shit.”

[suttonplz-blog]

Her eyes seemed to glimmer, absolutely elated under the dim influence of the liquor she had already consumed. The night was still so early, promises of an entertaining night slowly expressing itself by this turn of events. She let her hand rest there on his back, naturally letting the fabric underneath soothe her dried hands. “I was more or less talking about you sitting next to the open bar, but I’ve got to admit that you don’t look so bad in this--.. poorly constructed suit.” It was true, seeing that this was more or less a special occasion for the both of them and he had lived up to the challenge when she hadn’t. “Isn’t that a very loose definition of a pity party?” Her delicate brows rising, shifting as he moved to accommodate them so that her back leaned against the wooden counter next to them. Her elbows were also propped cooly on the edge, allowing her a panorama view of the room. “Start a riot or two? Now you’re just bored.” Nevertheless, Sutton became intrigued. “What do you have planned in your pretty little head of yours?” 

[mooreandy-blog]

“I guess I just have picky taste,” Andy snickers, standing up straight and still for the other. Sutton reaches for his tie, which must have been crooked, and it’s takes all he can to not messy with the rest of his attire. He’d practically kill himself if he had to wait even longer for those to be fixed, too. “Why thank you. I might hate suits, but I hear that I look okay in them.” The girl, who didn’t look nearly as dressed up as he was, still looked quite beautiful and very much like the person Andy remembers from so long ago. Now if only he could have dressed down more. “I’d say you look pretty great yourself.”

[suttonplz-blog]

“That’s for sure,” Sutton easily mocked, fingers delicately moving the fabric so that the black bowtie sat straight against his broad chest. It was almost too easy to spot it, from having spent more time across the tracks than home with men that wore suits more often than not. “I’m capable of giving compliments, believe it or not- and when I do, it’s usually true.” She stepped back, gaze settling on the small mirror that accompanied them in the room. A humorless laugh escaped her lips then, unsure what he saw. “Now I know you’re trying to kiss my ass.” Her hands shaped along her curved body, tightening the cotton shirt she wore so that it would somewhat resemble a dress she would have worn if circumstances had allowed.