#crescent:starter

[jordancarson]

starter for: open location: wherever !

“  𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘  𝐒𝐎  ––––––  i  get  the  timing  might  be  bad  but  seriously  ,  i’ll  owe  you  .  ”  a  hint  of  nerves  in  her  tone  ,  quick  checks  behind  her  shoulder  at  the  surrounding  area  .  jordan  chew  on  her  lower  lip  ,  hands  in  her  back  pockets  as  she  looks  at  the  person  in  front  of  her  making  a  barrier  into  her  refuge  .  “  seriously  i  just  need  to  hide  out  for  like  ,  ten  minutes  tops  .  ”

[coracovington]

location: crescent harbor market status: available ( @crescentstarters​ )

Becoming a surgeon was not a cheap decision - it came accompanied with hefty tuition fees and consumed ample hours in her schedule. Whilst others had familial support or begrudgingly grew accustomed to the costliness of medical school, Cora found an alternative; one that often resulted in a sour taste within the mouths of those who presumed she deserved better. As if that element of her life was unenjoyable or forced upon her. Though it wasn’t, Cora all the more vocal about it, there were still unfavourable propositions with large price tags. Some of which Cora would be a fool to decline.            It was what had brought her to the market; her fingertips sliding down her phone screen as she perused through a list from a client. They had a few requests - all of which were edible - and only when she glanced upwards did she realise the crowd no longer simply harboured strangers but a familiarity too. She smiled, briefly, before requesting an ensemble of fruit from a nearby vendor. 

[phoebe-winter-archive]

—Open Starter @crescentstarters​ Location: Literally anywhere

Most nights, Phoebe was happy to snuggle up on the couch with Timmy, her fuzzy socks, and yet another true-crime documentary, but sometimes, it was important to let loose. She’d just finished up her latest case, and while tomorrow she would worry about finding the next one, tonight was for celebrating. “Okay, I stole a bottle of my dad’s booze like it’s senior prom, and I’m ready to party!” 

[nwalton]

Open to: Everyone Location: Somewhere Downtown

It has been three months now, three long and annoying months without his brother, and now with Niall taking over the family business. The Waltons were old money, with their multiple farms around the area, and even with all the ignorance Niall has been getting from his dad, he still is trying his best to keep things going. Sometimes is still hard for him, he had a life out of Crescent Harbor and had to give up on almost everything to come back to town after so many years. He was tired, but as usual, there he was, enjoying his weekend by a local bar, having a couple beers with his suit hanging by the chair and enjoying some moment of social, it has been a while since last time he went out, his party boy side was begging for some alcohol and good conversation.

There were this Baseball game going on apparently, all the tvs were streaming the game and more than half the people by the bar had their eyes focused on it, Niall didn’t knew much about baseball so he was mostly on people watch, the person sitting nearby apparently were doing quite the same as some guys celebrated something about the game and they didn’t even looked at the tv. “You don’t seem to be watching the game, thanks, that actually made me feel like I’m not the weirdo here.” He nodded at them with a short smile. “Don’t know a thing about baseball.”

[lachlan-peters-archive]

—Open Starter (0/4) Location: Repercussions @crescentstarters​

It was open mic night, and the offerings were just about as mixed as one could expect given the stage was open to the general public. But the food and drinks were good - and offered at Happy Hour discounts all night - and the last act wasn’t half bad, so Lachlan was happy. With the next act still in the process of setting up, he turned to his companion. “So, how many more drinks d’you think it’d take for you to consider going up there?” 

[samaramin]

Location: Outside of Chateau Evergreen at Sanem & Alli’s Wedding 🕊️

@crescentstarters​  (0/4)

As much as Sam didn’t want to admit it, he was feeling a little more emotional than expected seeing Sanem and Alli so utterly happy and in love. Sanem was someone he looked up to, someone he admired and a part of him wondered if their rather regular antics would change now that she was settling down. They’d had that conversation and he was sure it was just his ever-looming fear of abandonment hitting him hard but there he was, a drink in his hand and a cigarette in his other as he felt a fairly unfamiliar sting behind his eyes. He let out a snort at himself and reached up to wipe at his eyes a little clumsily, consider he could only use his sleeve to do it with when someone came closer and Sam went right back to being, well, Sam. He immediately cleared his throat and grinned at them widely – yet, there was still a hint of emotion glimmering in his dark eyes. “Shit, you always sneak up on people like that? Can’t get a minute of privacy at functions like that, huh?” He joked, eager to gloss over his moment of weakness.

[gracestuart]

Location: Chateau Evergreen

Theme: Sanem & Alli’s wedding

Status: open to wedding guests

@crescentstarters​​

It had been the longest time since she’d attended a wedding and, it had been purely by chance that she had been asked to attend as a ‘plus one’ (the eye rolls she’d tossed to begin with) and with the availability of whatever open bar had been on offer, Grace had quite literally downed her weight in alcohol, which had never done her any good favors in the past. She’d already torn her dress, when it had gotten stuck on one of her heels when she’d first gone to the bathroom. Weddings, coupled with the free-flowing alcohol were never a great combination for Grace, so as she sat at the bar, her wedding date had gone off to mingle somewhere, she was left to cast around her resting-bitch face at the guests in attendance, until she could find some other form of amusement.

[jacksonhart]

WHERE: a bar, a restaurant, a coffee shop. doesn’t matter. WHO: open. [ @crescentstarters​ ]

His eyes slid over the menu, eyes narrowing at the listed prices. It wasn’t astronomical by any sense of the word, but with no money coming in and eating out a necessity rather than a luxury at the moment, his bank account was suffering. And okay, maybe the drinking was a want rather than a need, but the socializing that came with it was not. Jackson was not made to be alone. So, he leaned into the person nearest him. “Hypothetically, if I were new to town and living my best broke bitch life, what would you say is good here?”