as wifey is quite a serious + dramatic story I never get to show u guys the lighter stuff like social media and cute memories! gonna start showing my oc's camera rolls and socials every so often cos it's fun !!!!!!
(ROSE): You know I’m not doing anything tomorrow night…I could just stay over again.
(MAX): You could…but I’m working late so maybe another time?
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(SMITHFIELD): Luis is still my client, and as you have no legal precedent here, I will not allow you to threaten information out of me!
(LENA): Don’t be a prick Smithfield.
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[VOICEMAIL]
(DANIELLE): Grow up and stop with this silent treatment shite. You think you invented grief? Don’t make me come down to that shitty little flat of yours and smack you.
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(RENI): I’ve still heard nothing back about those two names Lee. I’m sorry but you’ll have to give me more time.
(LENA): So the one thing I haven’t got then?
(AJ): Allow it man, she’s doing her best and you know that.
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(MAX): [Mocking] You’re late. It’s disrespectful.
(LENA): I didn’t even say it like that!
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(JORDAN): I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages bitch, where’ve you been hiding?
(MAX): Life’s been life-ing babe. What can I say?
(JORDAN): So nothing to do with the girl I clocked leaving your flat the other day then?
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(AJ): Lena I’m not tryna fight you, but you need to take a break from this shit. It’s not good for you.
(LENA): Why are you always trying to tell me what to do AJ?! I can handle this shit on my own, you’re not my fucking keeper!
I do feel that max rarely uses their socials (insta and twitter) since their mum passed. they defo lurk from time to time but these days they're often too wrapped up in the chaos of real life to worry about what's happening on the internet...
For Max, work had been a mercy. Pride month was ‘The Old Salt Bar’s’ busiest time of year (only rivalled by halloween). They’d been disconnected from their day job of late, ghosting through their shifts while their mind battled thoughts of their mother and now of a certain tattooed individual. But now they could distract themself with pride and ensuring that things at o.s.b ran like a well oiled machine.
(transcript below)
(OVERLAPPING VOICES): Hi, hey, hiya! Hi gorg! How are you?
(CORA): …Do you wanna ring Aish to see where they are?
(MAX): [Weary] Nah. Let’s just start, I’ll deal with them later.
(CORA): Alright…Well thank you to everyone for getting here early. We just wanted to go over a few things with you for this week.
(MAX): We’ve got a drag show, two dj nights and the queer black book club has a coffee morning planned with us as well.
(CORA): The board game social has been pushed to next week ‘cause the organiser isn’t well, so Sim and Taz you don’t have to come in early that day.
(SIM/TAZ): Calm. / Thank fuck! …Sorry, but them lot creep me out.
(MAX): …Anyways! I wanted to highlight that with the drag show, like last year it’s gonna be an all hands on deck situation. We’ll have security again but we won’t be selling tickets on the door like last time, ‘cause that was shambolic.
(JORDAN): Real!
(CORA): Everyone needs to be on job, I don’t want anyone being left on their own for no reason…
(TAZ): @ me next time?
(CORA): I’m just sayin’! maybe don’t flirt too much with the customers this year.
(TAZ): I can’t help it if people want me Cor. I’ve got a natural charm.
[The door opens, conversation pauses. Aish sits down silently.]
(MAX): …I also encourage everyone to dress up that night as well! We’ll have a photographer and I wanna put some pics on the website and our instagram.
(JORDAN): Wait, are we still doing the staff photo today? Cos I can’t let this fit go unseen.
(AISH): [Quietly] Shit.
(MAX): We are! Sim brought his tripod.
(JORDAN): God bless.
(CORA): Well! I think that pretty much covers everything. Does anyone have any questions?...No? Okay let’s go outside and do the staff picture then. I don’t wanna lose the light.
[Everyone except Aish and Max gets up to leave. Cora and Jordan hang back. It’s clear a conversation is brewing]
