#clemcntia

[whiskeyneats]

closed starter for @clemcntia (taylor) location: ema's house

"rewrites are the worst." ema states dramatically, her tone exaggerated. honestly, she was fortunate to be doing what she loved, even if the edits felt never ending at time. "i need wine. what do you want? there's soda, juice and water too if you'd like. and snacks, of course."

[kalcidoscope]

where: widow's bite

when: night

who: sebastian warren ft. your choice ( @clemcntia )

widow's bite wasn't a place sebastian was as used to as most of the other places in town for a night out. he had always found the venue cool and mysterious, a cool place for thrill seekers where he often felt out of place. yet after a particularly good day and even better news, the author found himself walking into one of the businesses he knew the least with a smile on his face and a pep to his step. he considered going for a table away from the crowd, ordering himself a drink he'd nurse for the rest of his stay before walking home again, enjoying the peacefulness of maple brook after hours yet, against his best judgement, the author walked straight to the bar. he ordered himself a variation of an old fashioned, his usual drink of choice turned into a fun themed cocktail before turning to his side, seeing a person standing near. "hey, want a drink? it's on me" he offered with a shrug followed by a grin. after the day he had had, finally meeting his quota of chapters to write with more than two thirds of his next novel done and over-edited to perfection and the news he had gotten not even an hours prior, the author figured all he could do was spread the joy. "a snack? hell, order away whatever you want, your whole tab is on me for the night. hope you are having a nice time."

[kalcidoscope]

where: hot air balloon launch

when: september 6th, noon

who: violet atkins ft. your choice ( @clemcntia )

skilled hands traced sharp lines on white paper, eyes trained on the view in front of herself. the hot air balloons where only starting to get ready for launch, some deflated on the grass while some others were halfway blown, fire ablaze to keep them alive. violet herself had woken up early in the morning for the first launch and had even gotten into one, watching the entirety of maple brook from the sky. she had taken pictures to recreate in oil paint later that week yet she had returned for this exact reason, the preparation. to her, it had been every bit as beautiful as the launch itself and she was lucky enough to be free in the day to see it once more, this time from a picnic blanket on the floor.

as she sensed someone taking the little spot next to hers, she left her sketchbook aside to grin at her neighbor with a small flask filled with white wine in hand. "isn't it gorgeous? i got to get in one earlier today— it took my breath away to be all the way up there, it felt like almost touching the sky" she offered with a bright smile. her sketch was only half done, the deflated hot balloon nearest to them still needing work before moving to the next one yet her attention was completely swept by other. "are you thinking of getting on one? can I offer you some liquid courage in that case? i have a couple of these" she pointed at the flask "with me."

[whiskeyneats]

closed starter for @clemcntia (imani) location: the final whistle

angelo was really only half paying attention to the game that was on, more interested in the plate of fries and beer that was in front of him, if he was being honest. the company of the bar was better than sitting at home. popping another fry into his mouth, angelo chews slowly, lost in his thoughts and only broken out of them when the bar starts to cheer. "who's winning?" angelo asks the person at the bar nearest to him, "i should probably be paying better attention."