#bishopmartinez

[marleycallahan-blog]

Compared to having been slapped in the face, the rest of Marley’s day had passed rather unceremoniously. It was rather easy to ignore the stares that fell to the welt on her cheek, distracting her customer’s with a smile and some flirting, maybe a brief hand on their shoulder. Nobody, thankfully, asked her about it, and even if they weren’t fooled by her distracting, they pretended if they were. Having been asked to deliver table three’s drink to them, Marley made her way over to it, glancing down to identify what it was she was carrying before looking back up with a smile. “I’ve got one--” Her eyes suddenly widened in surprise, a shocked grin finding it’s way to her face, despite the soreness that spread in her cheek as a result. “...Bishop Martinez, as I live and breathe..." She shook her head in disbelief, placing his drink down on the table in front of him. A man she hadn’t thought about in years, but a man she was nothing but happy to see.

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[jerichohqs-blog]

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[naia-kapule]

It was the end of the week which only meant one thing. The late night meeting with Bishop. His brow raising as he hung up the closed sign but left the door unlocked and sat out a bottle of whiskey and a glass. Having a coke for himself, before he took a seat and heard the door open. “Bought time you got here. I thought you were gonna skip out this time.” // @bishopmartinez

[thenaomitucker-blog]

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Naomi woke up to the smell of food cooking and it was only then that she realized how hungry she was. Forcing herself to get up, she didn’t even realize that she wasn’t in her own bed. Walking out of the room, she furrowed her brows as she rubbed at her eyes. “This is...not my apartment...” Naomi finally realized. Her head was killing her and the sunlight coming through wasn’t helping either. “-and you aren’t my brother...” she observed as she walked closer to him. Besides, her brother couldn’t cook without burning the place down and it was all still standing.

“Um,” she started as she lazily took a seat, “Bishop, right? You’re the guy--the bartender.” Naomi stared at him for a split second before she groaned. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me last night. I promise I’m not usually like, well, this.” Motioning to herself, she was practically dying--on the inside, of course--from embarrassment. On the out side, however, she was clearly suffering from a very unfortunate night. As she sat in silence, collecting her thoughts, trying to remember the previous night, she looked at him, watching him cook. “...did we...? We didn’t...”

( based on this plot )

[livbennett]

Liv was at this particular coffee shop quite often. Being English, it was difficult to find good tea, but they had the best in town. She would walk into the coffee shop, grab a cup of tea, and hide away in one of the tables in the corner to work on things for her job. Usually lesson plans and grading papers. However, today the coffee shop was a bit busier than usual, so she looked around for a free place to sit. Soon enough, her eyes fell upon Bishop. Surely he would let her join him. Approaching him, a smile appeared on her delicate features. “I don’t suppose you’d object to me sharing a table with you, would you?”

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