#eldora.start

[ivybeck]

        this was a familiar routine for ivy. waiting ( impatiently ) for one of the bartenders to fish around in the lost & found box for her mothers keys. why they even bothered giving them back at this point was beyond her. head buried in her palms out of sheer frustration, ivy looked up to see another figure at the bar. “oh — you go ahead and order, i’m not drinking.” she said immediately, constantly fretful that someone would think she was picking up a family habit. “not that i would judge you if you were,” she trailed off, eyes flitting to her watch. late afternoon — maybe she would judge them just a little. 

[romiltm]

      open starter

      long, tedious days at work calls for a long ( far less tedious ) few hours at the local bar. at this point in his life, romil is nearly what some may consider a barfly. frequenting whenever he needed to decompress from a day doing the exact opposite of what he’d like to be doing with his life. “ nah, it’s not taken.” he says noticing someone approach out of the corner of his eye before they’re even able to ask. people always wrongfully assume the empty seats next to him potentially wait a partner who’s dashed off  to the bathroom  or something. but, nope. usually, it’s just him, his thoughts, and his whiskey sour. “don’t get the whiskey sour. bartender skims of the whiskey.” 

[platedgolds]

it’s   late   at   night,   and   even   though   romeo   has   work   in   the   morning,   he   still   finds   himself   in   the   parking   lot   of   the   local   24   hours   dinner,   leaning   against   his   car   as   he   chain-smokes   away   the   night.   ❝   i   don’t   have   a   lighter.   ❞   he   announced   once   someone   nears   him,   though   they’ve   given   no   indication   that’s   what   they   want   from   him.   ❝   i   will   buy   you   a   beer   if   you   unlock   my   car   for   me,   though.   forgot   the   keys   in   the   ignition--   again.   ❞

[ardyled]

she knew what other people would say --- she’s just another basic white girl with problems that she can easily solve herself. with a single puff of smoke, arwen stomped the cigarette out before moving to retreat back to finish up the last hour of her shift. heavy thoughts on the mind, she thought she did her best to dodge the individual moving through the entrance - she wasn’t entirely sure if they were going in or out, but arwen ended up crashing in to them anyway. “jeez, you’ve got shoulders made out of steel, dontcha?” she had nearly fallen on her ass, thus giving the other a steely glare. “watch where you’re going.”

[eldorahq]

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