#avenue.starter

[mustntdwell]

#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋  ››  ft.  birch helyer. location:  string and brass. ~5 minutes before closing. status:  open  for  replies.

the air con was on day three of being a useless piece of trash and the heat was starting to get to her. even after the sun set it was as if string and brass just held in all the warmth. it hadn't been good for business. she'd watched at least six people today walk in, be hit with a wall of hot air, and then walk straight back out. they hadn't had a customer in the last hour and birch was at the end of her tether. her eyes strained on the clock on the wall, willing for the minutes to go faster. her only respite was the desk fan she'd aimed directly at her face but even that didn't feel like enough to get her through the next five minutes. she'd already done the majority of her closing tasks thirty minutes ago. she just had take the cash drawer and put it in the safe and then she was home free. as long as no inconsiderate assholes walked through the door- as if on cue; that stupid little jingle of that stupid little bell over that stupid fucking door. she knew she should have just locked it. who cared for the last 10 minutes of the day? nobody would have known. but not doing her job properly went against everything in her dna. that didn't stop her dropping her head, an audible groan cutting through the otherwise silent music store, before she put her customer service mask on again. "hi, we're closing in five-" she spun around to face them, surprised to find a non-stranger stood there. "you're here? why are you here?"

[theweirdosmister]

Open starter: Any male muse Location: Alibi Dive

After locking up the furniture store for the day she left her car in the parking lot and proceeded to walk a few doors down the street to Alibi Dive. She had the next three days off from work and that was more than enough reason for her to celebrate. It couldn't have been later than 6:30 by the time she strolled into the bar and as expected few people were there so soon after opening. The regular bar flies she tried not to associate with were already playing darts and it freed up a spot for her at the bar. She ordered herself a strawberry mojito and sat back as she watched the bartender make her drink. She'd probably call one of her friends on the payphone outside to see if she could get them to come out tonight but for now she sat.

A man she wasn't familiar with but was certainly far more handsome than the schmucks already in the joint caught her eye as he sat down a few seats away from her. She made eyes at him and flashed him a smile as she beckoned him over with as little as a head nod. Maybe if she was lucky she'd be able to flirt her way into getting another drink or maybe a basket of fries or something from this guy if she played her cards right. She'd learned the hard way it wasn't smart to drink on an empty stomach.

[blckhoneylips]

where: the alibi dive bar when: half an hour past midnight with: open starter

With the clock just striking half past twelve, Camille had a whole evening of Alibi Dive ahead of her. Bitch by Meredith Brooks was blaring through the speakers for the second time that night while a group of girls occupied the center of the bar, dancing and singing in gloriously off-key harmony. From the high chair she'd dragged into the corner for a better vantage point, she watched one of the bartenders work the counter, elbow propped on the sticky wood and chin resting in her palm as tired eyes tracked the room. Tonight wasn't busy, thankfully, though the group of men in the far right corner looked exactly like the kind of trouble that waited until two in the morning to make itself known. Good thing she was wearing the heeled boots she'd affectionately named her ass-kicking boots after two weeks of working at the bar. Her boss hadn't trusted a 5'1 bar manager when he first hired her, but Camille had proven that growing up with two older brothers had taught exactly how to stand her ground.

A line began to form the moment the girls drifted from the dance floor to the bar when the song ended and a handful of new patrons wandered in from the street. With a dramatic sigh that was more performance than annoyance, Camille hopped down from her chair. The second her boots hit the floor, a bright smile snapped into place and her eyes sparkled as she slipped in beside her coworker with almost a spring in her step. She leaned against the counter and looked to the first person waiting in line. "What can I do for you, sugar?"