#crystal.starter

[veronica-leon]

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It didn’t add up which led V to believe something was incredibly wrong. Was a pretty frustrating thought after the tenth time she’d gone over the information her sources provided on the shooter. Veronica gulped some more of her bourbon, hoping to delay both the migraine and general weariness, mostly so she could stay focused. On the outside, everything was splendid-- she was at the diner, in one of her stylish outfits and her hands were clean even though she kept seeing blood whenever she looked down. On the inside, the war was raging on; the diner was completely empty as the female was leaning over the counter and staring down at the files she’d managed to gather. Although she didn’t recall how much time had been since the incident-- hours or days she could say with certainty she had barely slept since. First, V needed to get to the bottom of this. “We’re closed,” Veronica hissed, hoping her voice would drown out the sound of trinket informing her she had company. The 24/7 neon sign begged to differ too, but under these circumstances... “I don’t have anything to serve you. Except maybe whiskey.”

[lawlikecaseywells]

TEXT :: OPEN

Casey: Hi, it’s me.

Casey: Ophelia has a cold and is being really clingy so we’re staying in Mystic Point a couple more days. Hopefully she’ll get past it quickly.

Casey: I’m coming into the city for a meeting at 9am on Thursday, we could grab coffee just before if you’re free?

[matildareed]

Sitting by the window of the cafe Matilda held her coffee mug in her hand but wasn’t drinking from it. Instead it was just hovering somewhere between her lips and the table, her eyes staring out the window whilst her mind remained a million miles away. For someone who was normally always with a smile on her face the dark haired woman looked pensive, chewing her bottom lip as she watched a mother telling off her child on the sidewalk outside. In fact she didn’t even realise someone was speaking to her thanks to being so absorbed in her own thoughts.

Finally she came back into the room and realised she was no longer alone, clearing her throat. “I was a million miles away, sorry!” By way of explanation.  @crystalcitystarters​

[kathrynclery]

Kat was meant to be back at work about half an hour ago, but she didn’t care, lowkey hoping that her no show might result in her being fired. Although that wouldn’t be great for her stream of income if she stopped to think about things sensibly. However, she did not. Taking another swig of her lunchtime wine (well it was five pm somewhere after all) she glanced at the person who was hovering nearby clearly looking for somewhere to sit. “You can sit there, no one is coming to join me so it’s just going to stay empty. Like the rest of my fucking life.” She snorted at her own joke, taking another swig.

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[dtaylorarchives]

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Taylor’s heels clicked against the floor as she entered the restaurant. Inside, a good-sized crowd milled about preparing for the speed dating event. Well, there goes my hope that this event would be a flop. Taylor though as she checked her coat. I’m going to kill Alisha. Nay, straight up murder her for this. Before her friend called to beg for a huge favour, she had her own plans that involved her bed, snacks and Netflix, not spending her night speed dating for charity. While all proceeds would go to a good cause, she was certainly not in the mood. Added to all the begging Alisha did, she had the nerve to give Taylor the option to stay at home, after laying on the guilt ever so thickly. So, here she is, praying that the night would be kind to her. Leaving coat check area, Taylor then signed in then joined the others mixing and mingling before the official event start. Taylor headed over to the bar where she collected her complimentary welcome drink. Deciding to occupy one of the barstools, Taylor hopped up onto the seat, but not as gracefully as she anticipated, which resulted in her bumping into the person seated on her right. “Oh god! I’m so sorry.” 

[queencobraevaarchive]

Post Halloween Withdraw seemed to hit harder this year. There wasn't any reason for it, but Eva found herself missing Halloween and the month of October more than normal. November was a weird time, a transitional period to Christmas which always left her longing for her parents and childhood home. But she wasn't there right now. She was in Crystal, at Rosie's diner phone on one side of the table and her tablet in front of her. A swooping noise from her phone startled Eva. A facebook message. Completely in Italian... She recognized the aging woman's picture immediately. Which was uncommon, names and faces often got lost in the melting pot of thoughts. Eva had no choice but to ignore it. She did not have the energy to deal with Nicco's mom suddenly saying hello. Reaching out to see how she's doing and congratulating her about an article she wrote being shared around facebook. It was something about holidays and how they translated to her life in America but she wrote it years ago. The hot chocolate with a mountain of whipped cream was suddenly unappealing. She no longer wanted the pasta dish either. Her appetite gone. She just kind of stared out the window. Unsure how to process this sudden turn of events.

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[xcarmellax]

Some time in between ordering her coffee and waiting for it at a table, Carmella had fallen asleep. She’d been awake most of the previous night trying to finish a story for the paper, but writers block had gotten the better of her in the end. It was only when the coffee shop worker came over to the table to give her the much needed coffee that Carmella was woken up. She jumped, slightly startled by the voice of the stranger. Embarrassed, she quickly apologised and took a sip of her coffee, turning to the person at the table right beside her. “Was I snoring? Please tell me I wasn’t snoring?” she asked. @crystalcitystarters​

[kngofhell]

It’s a normal night at LUX, the line outside is long, the crowd inside is packed, the drinks are flowing, and all is generally well. He’s glad for it honestly, because it means while he does need to show face for at least an hour, that he doesn’t need to stay much longer than that if he doesn’t want to.  He plays a song first, something easy and lighthearted that gets the crowd going, and he relishes in the attention it brings, though he does have to pull a few hands off of himself.  He doesn’t mind it too much, people tended to be drawn to him, he knew that well enough by now. But still, he found himself pulling away from grabby hands and heading towards the bar.

His manager is here tonight, but right now she’s flirting with someone at the end of the bar. He unashamedly takes a moment to watch the way she leans over the bar before he walks behind it, pouring himself a drink, three fingers worth of scotch. He’s just about to down it in one gulp when he spots a new patron, and well, he does own the place, he should probably take care of the customers.  “Well hello,” he greets, voice dripping with charm and too much flirtation for his own good. “what can I get you, tonight?”