#chat:hook

[punzieeeee]

who: rapunzel @hooklinesinkr where: the jolly roger

Though she wasn't getting paid for it, Rapunzel had practically picked up a part-time job at the Duckling, running errands for them when the bartenders were busy. It was one of those afternoons, a weekend when people were at the bar during the day and, apparently, items on the menu were running low. She didn't mind taking the trip herself, now that she had a learner's permit to drive and could take herself on shorter drives around town, legally. Meg's list wasn't too long, her roommate's coworker having prepared it for her while Flynn had been on his break. By the time she'd gotten back, she was hoping he would be back behind the bar.

Her last stop was one by the water, a seafood distributor where they'd apparently placed an order for half of the menu's fish and chips. With a knock on the door, Rapunzel gave a small wave to the man behind the counter before slipping him the receipt slip. "Are you mister Hook, per chance? I'm, um, my name's Rapunzel, I'm here from the Snuggly Duckling? I think they placed an order for me to pick up. If I'm wrong, and at the wrong place, though, very sorry," she said in greeting, offering a smile.

[attaant]

who: atta & @hooklinesinkr where: the jolly roger

The question of who was the worst business partner she'd ever worked with came in with a clear winner, but who could take the second spot was harder to decide. It was quite clearly between one of her ex boyfriends, Gaston, and James Hook, the latter of the two with whom she was meeting on a cloudy day by the water. Atta often didn't meet with the men in her own office, learning soon on in her career that it made them feel more powerful to hold meetings in their home turf. She didn't mind, as it meant that her own place of work could be hers, kept quiet and at peace, away from the men who sought to knock her out of it.

With production slowing over the winter, and complications coming from her business structure changing still in play, Atta needed to meet with the fisherman to place a larger order than the fall's to ensure that her distribution was still close to quota. It should've been a meeting that was in all of an email chain, but James never liked to make things easy for her. "I sent you over the numbers this morning, if you had a chance to look at them," she said upon sitting down, hoping to skip the niceties and get out of there as quickly as she could. Atta slid a stack of stapled pages across the desk before folding her arms over her chest. "If not, I printed them out."

[lostgirlwendy]

who: wendy & @hooklinesinkr where: rose's books

There were few people in life who Wendy actively avoided, mostly because she thought the notion of avoidance was rather rude. Of course, she'd been the one who had been avoided when it came to herself and a certain blonde in her life, but other than that, there were no true instances to utilize such a social tactic. There would've been no such reason to steer clear from one mister Hook, either, as she called him, except that he had grown to consider Peter public enemy number one. By association, she and the rest of the boys were secondary desirables, only to be used against as pawns in his main rivalry with Peter, or so it seemed.

If everything went to plan, Wendy would never have to see the man again. In fact, she did plan on that, as she avoided every spot he frequented, including where he kept his shop on the dock. Unfortunately for her, he was strangely well-read, for someone who seemed to take the other aspects of life rather illegally. It was with her edited manuscript in her hand, waiting for Belle, that she saw him out of the corner of her eye, approaching the same counter she was waiting at. Wendy had found it, from past experience, at least, to kill the man with a certain level of kindness, which she'd grown accustomed to exercising. "If you're waiting for help, I believe the owner is on her break," she mentioned calmly, though she gripped her bound papers to her chest a bit tighter. "I was going to talk to her about something, but, um, you can go first."

[wendymadarlings]

event starter for @capncodfish​

It seemed that one of the only places Wendy could ever find James Hook was at a bar, like she had the one night she’d gone to Neverland, and now. Their last brief conversation had gone surprisingly fine, for someone who she’d been terrified of for years. She was sure he had no idea about what was truly going on between herself, Phil, Tiara, and Peter, but that, like the rest of the city, he’d read what had been written, which was enough for Wendy to be thoroughly embarrassed. Not only that, but one of the boys had seemed to have gotten dragged through the mud, too, though she didn’t know which one, and going on her own investigation was harder than she’d thought. 

Though she didn’t drink much, and she definitely hadn’t on her one night in Neverland, Wendy had decided the bonfire warranted wine. It was the only foolproof way to get past the stares she’d been getting from people she didn’t even know. While the last thing she needed was the same look of disgust from Hook, he seemed to have the only opening to the bar beside him, and Wendy begrudgingly took it. “I’m sorry, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as my drink comes, I promise,” she assured him, giving an apologetic smile. “If you help me flag down the bartender, though, it’ll be quicker. I think you have a much more, um, confident presence than I do, sir, when it comes to this.”

[maliafieri]

@jamesjhook

Send “What are you doing?” and I’ll generate a number for your muse to find my muse..

7. Naked

It was late at night, so Malia decided to take a walk to a place she knew would  be deserted at this time of night. A rather secluded beach was where her feet took her and once she was there, she stripped her clothes and made her way into the water, sighing in content at how nice it felt. After a little while of relaxing in the water, her attention was caught by a familiar voice on the beach. She looked over and grinned, making her way back towards James. Once she was out of the water, still completely naked, she made no efforts to cover herself. “I was enjoying a midnight swim. Would you care to join me?”