#adam1

[leilanixsm]

The end of the night was always an uneasy time for Leilani-- between making sure that the bouncers cleared the club out, and ensuring that the night’s cleaning crew was ready to get to work, she always looked forward to helping balance the nightly cash intake. But tonight was different. The numbers were mismatching and suspicious--the very last thing she needed to deal with tonight. Most nights she preferred taking her problems to Caius. At least he seemed to look at her rather than past her like a certain someone did.

Leilani glanced up and felt her stomach drop. Speak of the Devil and you shall receive. “Adam,” she called, waving a little hand over her head. “These numbers aren’t adding up and I’d rather not be here all night. Can I get a second opinion?”

@wildvtheart

[solcno-blog]

Sitting in the Study Hall, Austin was trying to focus on the work before him. Essays were hard enough, and with all the reading he had to do...---he was trying his best not to panic. So instead, he plugged in his headphones, listening to Great Disaster as he tried to do his reading. But instead, the Hufflepuff got swept away by the beats, soon trying to recreate his own version of the song.

[naomemories]

I miss you, nak. Kahit nuknukan ka ng kulit minsan. Hahaha!

[naomemories]

Me: Adam, are you Korean or Chinese? Adam: I’m from Korea. I’m Korean. Me: What about me? Where am I from? Adam: You’re from Philippine. Me: What’s my nationality? Adam: You’re … Philippine? Eh… Philippian?? Me: ….

[naomemories]

Me: Hello! Good afternoon, honey. Adam: Good afternoon, honey! Me: 😳😂

[naomemories]

Adam:*reading aloud* Adam: I’m from Italy. I’m Italian. I live in nipples. Me: I’m sorry, what? Adam: I live in nipples. Me: Naples, hun! Naples!

[grayfischer]

Status: closed for @adamroswell​

   When his record wasn’t expunged like the goal had been, but instead sealed, Grayson knew that any future slip up wouldn’t be possible to escape like he had this one. His immense fortune at a fresh start was too valuable to risk, and though he’d already cut back quite a bit with his dealing since his inital arrest, Grayson hadn’t kicked the habit or left the game entirely just yet. 

    Now? There was no option. 

   At the same time, he didn’t want to just leave his friends and regulars high and dry. He knew just how hard it was to find good, affordable weed, especially around Wilmington, when the closest legalized state was 10 hours away. So he’d tried to think of someone perfect to offer the business off too; and it was a good way to make extra bank, too, if done right. That’s how Adam came to mind. So, now Gray was there, explaining him to the brief story of his scuffle with the gang and why he was done now, for good, and quitting the dealing gig entirely. “...So, yeah, if you want me to send ‘em your way, I totally will. I’ve got enough bud to get you set up, too. All from Colorado.” 

[atlxsiisms]

@bratpackage

“Okay, so I know it’s not big deal, but it’s to me. So spill the beans.” It had been another long day at the bar, and Leona was wiping down glasses that Adam was sending her way. She wasn’t a nosy needed to know everything, but given that she worked with the same guy day in and day out, it was only fair to strike up a conversation with him. He seemed easy to talk to, when he wasn’t working. Which was almost always. “Do you ever take a break? Like, do you ever pause and think of the ingredients in a cocktail? Or are you just that well-versed with the menu?” 

It wasn’t like Leona to do a lot of talking either. They didn’t call her Broody Davis all through high school for nothing. But like she rationalised, it was only fair to get to know her co-workers better. The girl decided to pull up a chair, subtly rubbing her aching knee while she did so. “Spill already.”