#brooklyn.chat

[rhysevantaylor]

“You want this?” Lucian stepped back out onto the sidewalk, glancing back at the person behind him. “Guy fucked up my order, so ended up giving me both... I drink this, too, and I’ll be buzzed all night. Kinda gotta sleep tonight, for once in my life.” He needed to be at the shelter at 6 a.m. so two coffees really wouldn’t work —- and honestly, it wasn’t a good enough excuse for being wrecked.

[patrickausten-blog]

“Do people still actually use Craigslist or did the Craigslist killer just ruin that for everybody?” His brows knit together before he shook his head, dismissing that train of thought to instead get to the point. “It feels way too mid-90s to have to rely on newspapers or flyers in coffee shops for info on want ads and moving sales.” But, Patrick just might have already had a poster drafted up.

[james-messner]

“It’s that time of the year. Pumpkin spice lattes, uggs, leggings, scarfs and insta posts with the girlfriends of that one generic red leaf from the only tree in Brooklyn. That’s why those coffee places want deals with me, isn’t it? What’s not to get excited about?” James ranted to the person sitting next to him. “Fuck me.”

[ameliavan-blog1]

Amelia settled into an easy stride after stepping off of the train. Her plans for the day were cleared, having finished meetings for a new exhibit fairly early. It was one of those rare days in the city that she loved; everyone seemed to be in sync, the blue sky was making an appearance before disappearing for the fall, and not a thing seemed to be keeping her from the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. With a happy sigh, she settled into one of her favorite spots within the garden and pulled out her sketch pad. Milly was happily doodling away when she felt someone nearby. “Quite peaceful, isn’t it?” she said without glancing up from her work. 

[huntxrhxm-blog]

           One of Hunter’s habits was to jog every morning - whether it was back home in Maine while he was still a football player, or back at Yale where he was a med student, or now in Brooklyn, where he could always be found running by the river in the early morning hours no matter of the whether. In those hours, only other joggers were to be found, and of course, a couple of drunks or tourists that wanted to take a photo of the Brooklyn Bridge in the dawn. However, today his eyes fell onto a person who was sitting on the bench, their head buried in their hands. “Hey, hey,” Hunter jogged over to them, “is everything all right?”

[issa-anderson-blog]

A high pitched squeal left Issa's lips as a jarring bump into her table knocked her drink over, the liquid rapidly spilling towards the laptop she was working on. Her reflexes, luckily faster than normal, hastily yanked it off the table, accusing eyes turning towards whoever had caused her drink to spill. "Watch it - not only did you take away my caffeine, which is a criminal offense in its own, but if you had damaged this laptop I would've actually ended my life," she joked, her tone showing the relief in having gotten the laptop up in time.

[auriksen]

“I don’t know what’s worst - having to walk five blocks to get to work because the bus was late, or listening to my boss’ bitching about how the lettuce of her salad wasn’t fresh enough. Either way, today hasn’t been the best day.”

[officerdamiani-blog]

“So… My little sister set me up on yet another blind date. I tried saying no. But it seems I’m locked into this thing… I don’t know what to do. Do I go and just act like I want to be there or do I go and tell the girl up front I definitely don’t?”