#chwstarter

[tessa-lisbon]

Tessa had never been one to drink, even back in her darker days, but there was something about finding herself in a bar and testing her sobriety in a pressure cooker situation that tickled an itch she'd been struggling to scratch. "Isn't it crazy how one tiny life can have such an impact on you? It's like... you couldn't even talk but you were a piece of my soul. How does anyone move on from that?" She swirled the drink she'd bought, but hadn't touched, and glanced over, "Okay, you can have it now, I don't think it's helping."

[smokingaceschw]

Ace's day wasn't going to be going down as one of the greatest in his life. For starters (and if he was being honest, the thing that was bothering him the most) was the fact that he couldn't see his nephew at the moment, some bullshit about him being a bad influence. On top of that, his morning had been spent meeting with richie types who he'd gotten in bed with at the start of this whole keys to the kingdom thing. Nothing was wrong there, he just really hated being around so many people who weren't his own - it made him feel outnumbered which made him be defensive. He was hungry though, so hungry he couldn't wait to get back to the southside to eat so he just stopped by St. Elmo's and was instantly agitated while looking over the menu with the feeling of eyes on him, "You want somethin' or what? Fuck are you lookin' at me like that for?"

[nadinedahl]

Nadine's afternoon came to an irritating pause as she found herself on a barricaded street, some kind of local 5k. She wasn't in any real hurry but still couldn't stand to be inconvenienced on principle, especially by people who paid to run. "Can't they go any faster? That guy's walking."

[adeline-chadwell]

Being a Chadwell meant never working a day in her life if Adeline didn't want to, but as her parents were no longer paying her to go away, her allowance came with certain expectations, rules she refused to abide by. The cost of her freedom was finding a job on her own and not because of a favor owed to her father, as if high-end retail was blue collar. "Too much jewelry right." She stepped back to look at a mannequin she'd styled, "Not in a Coco Chanel way, wrong store, and she was a nazi, so. Sorry. Can I help you with anything?"

[cohenjames]

"You know when I was younger i used to hear about all of these parties that used to be thrown here. The way my cousin told it there were parties for it like being a Thursday where Mercury was in retrograde and everyone would come dressed as their signs or something. I don't know if I want to bring it back per se, that sounds exhausting, but the beginning of summer should be celebrated, don't you think? I could throw a pool party."

[tahani-parkinson]

"Do you think if I say Gossip Blog into a mirror three times it'll come back to life?" Tahani twirled the straw in her drink, overlooking the cocktail party she was contractually obligated to be at for at least another hour. "I mean, I know it ruined lives or whatever but I'm bored," she sighed, as if that were the most pressing matter in the world. "I had a baby with my baby daddy's best friend so, like, I've done my duty for the entertainment around here. I need something new."

[lisbonnova]

"Picking a spot to vacation for the summer is down to the wire and yet no plans are locked down. I'm starting to think I should jet off on my own trip until my sisters can come to an agreement. One that isn't confining me to a cruise ship." Nova pursed her lips as she scrolled through clips of destination spots on tiktok for inspiration, while she waited on a pick up order at St. Elmo's. Now that she and her sisters were gaining more independence and going down their own paths they didn't share the same voice, or hive mind as others would call it. While she didn't mind that they were all becoming their own people it definitely made setting plans a bit harder. "There's just so much I wanna see and do and so little time. I can't even decide where to start anymore. Any suggestions?"

[chuck-diaz]

"... and that was my new piece, dedicated to all the people who will never get the chance to gag on my beautiful-" The rest of Chuck's sentence was inaudible to the bar, the mic dead in his hand. Of course the sound girl had cut him off, his luck having been pushed to the limit the entire time he'd been on stage. Not that he cared, he'd already had his fill of the spotlight, attention-charged and buzzing from the freedom his poetry afforded him. As he came off stage, he handed the mic to the next performer and looked around for his people.