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the location @ the dugout working ... status closed 04/04 !
︵ིྀ ⠀ ♡ ⠀۪ ⠀𖥻 🛻 ㅤ " look, darlin', I ain't got all day, so if you ain't orderin', let me get to the next customer, " familiar southern drawl curling through every word. her back turned to the crowd as she pours another round of shots for the group at the other end of the bar.
who: open @championstarters
where: the dugout
beau had somehow spent the last hour becoming everybody's unpaid security, therapist, and designated "you're not actually singing that drunk, sit back down" person. he wasn't entirely sure how it happened, probably because he looked responsible enough for people to start handing him problems automatically. leaning against the bar with a beer in hand, sleeves rolled to his forearms, he watched as somebody near the stage missed an entire chorus with dangerous confidence. the crowd still cheered anyway. a slow shake of his head left him, amused despite himself. "starting to think this fundraiser's about to financially recover the little league entirely off emotional damage alone."
open to anyone / @championstarters
location: the dugout
jt never wanted to outwardly admit it, especially with his reputation of being a gigantic dickhead, but fundraising for the little league was incredibly important to him, because he had been there just two decades ago. donations back then were the only reason he was here today, being the starting goalie for the twisters, but he tried to play it off like it was no big deal as he approached someone by the bar. "so what's it going to be? donation or you getting up there to sing?"
𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 ⸻ tomas krummacher @ the dugout !
𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 and the krummacher boy is grateful for the excuse to drink ( not that he ever needs one, but there is half a pleasure in conforming to social norms ). he finds himself alone, the music ebbs and flows in the background & the bass vibrates through his neck as he leans on the wall outside. beer in one hand and half a cigarette in the other, he slumps down on the curb and takes a puff. there is a cacophony of sound nearby and he does his best not to roll his eyes, “ hope you are not drunk. if so, just lay on your side in the recovery position. then help will come. ” he takes another drag of his cigarette and mutters, “ not from me, but someone, surely. ” @championstarters
who: open to all ! @championstarters where: any dive bar !
cruz had been at the bar long enough that his bourbon had gone warm. he's not drinking it, just holding it, eyes on the glass like it might tell him something useful. the bartender knows better than to ask if he wants a fresh one. when someone takes the stool next to him, he glances over, brief and assessing, and manages something that almost passes for a smile. "long day, or just getting started?" his voice is low, tired in a way that suggests he already knows the answer.
who : zoya laurent, closed, @championstarters
where : reed's garage & auto, late evening.
“ before you say anything, ” she starts, able to hear footsteps despite the music being a little too loud for a weekday, an ability she developed while having a three year old running around the house, risking getting hurt with every little step. “ no, i’m not taking responsibility for whatever you’re about to blame on me, ” finally, she slides out of a hood of the car, turning to face them. her dark hair are slicked back into a high ponytail, single strands framing her face and if one wouldn’t know, you wouldn’t be able to tell she’s been knees deep in car repairs since this morning. “ so, are you going to stand there looking pretty or did you actually need something ? ”
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" i would honest to god rather donate half my salary than get up on that stage . it's not happening , i don't care how much you pout at me . "
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" i bet you're wondering how i got into this situation . " wilder asked the person sitting next to him as he waved his cast around like a badge of honor ; a huge grin plastered on his face . " well , if you must know i totally didn't fall of a horse . i actually fought off a wild polar bear in the woods with my bare bear hands . get it ?? " he paused , just long enough to laugh at his own joke . " and before you ask yes i did win , you may sign it and yes it is totally glow in the dark . "
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