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Thomas: my fridge has three eggs, a popsicle, and a half eaten carrot
Thomas: quick what can i make im fukin' starving
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Thomas: my fridge has three eggs, a popsicle, and a half eaten carrot
Thomas: quick what can i make im fukin' starving
lucy sighed as as she headed towards the employees only area at the amusement park. she had just gotten on her lunch break only minutes ago, and it was the part of her day she looked forward to the most. who wants to work full time at an amusement park anyway? definitely not lucy. as she approached the break room, she noticed a familiar face and raised a brow. “you’re on your break too?”
HEAVY BASS MUSIC rang loud in aching ears as a thick amber liquid passed between thinly parted lips. A familiar warm and slow burn filled his broad chest, fingers tightening their grip on the cool sleek bar to stabilize wobbly knees. How many shots had passed between his lips in a smooth motion that night? “T-two..three..f-four..” he counted on his long thin fingers, his voice unsteady as he mumbled quietly to himself. Too many. It was strictly against the rules to drink any alcohol while on a shift at the amusement park, but much like many of the rules in Hudson’s life – it was unfollowed. Beyond that, deliberately disobeyed. But the customers were so intolerable, and the alcohol, well it wasn’t exactly locked up. Plus, there were so many bottles in stock, who would notice if a few shots worth were missing? If the owner cared so much about their liquor they wouldn’t have left the new guy to close down the place right? Right.
A familiar yet nerve racking ‘click’ sounded off in the distance, it was meant to notify employees working behind the bar that they had a customer approaching. For Hudson however, it was an alarm warning him that someone might catch him. His chest lurched a little at the unexpected visitor; his head was foggy as he hurriedly attempted to discard the miniature glass. He succeeded only in knocking it over, the remnants of the bitter alcohol pooling out onto the bar’s smooth surface. He just managed to grip the small shot glass, his hands large enough to conceal the glass in his fist. He turned his bank to the approaching customer in hopes they would not notice his inebriated state. “We’re closed..” He slurred, “Or..or about to be so you – you should probably just get outta here..”
Lyra snapped a picture as she admired the sunset from the top of a store. These spots were always a good vantage point to get great angles of the fairgrounds, she had discovered recently. Unfortunately, she tended to give people a shock, or at least make them start, when she jumped or climbed back down, which was exactly what was happening now. “Don’t worry,” she said reassuringly. “I’m allowed to do that. Kind of.”
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lukas: hi i have a v important question
lukas: what was ur first impression of me
lukas: asking for a friend
❝ i just spent two hours trying to calm down a crying toddler and i am positively ready to either pass out or go on a murder spree. ❞ zeke said, offering the person near the bench he was sprawled on a tired smile. ❝ if you buy me two hot dogs i might consider sparing you from my rage. ❞
---- she took a sip of her drink; which happened to be pepsi with a shot of vodka. “ i don’t know why I agreed to do this shit. ” juniper muttered to herself, watching people pass by her booth. “ i’d rather be getting laid. ”
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f: alright m8, i've got fifteen minutes before my break is done.
f: let's get stoned