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[alwaysadeline]

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at HUMBOLDT BAY COFFEE COMPANY

Adeline was the kind of person who had three cups of coffee by nine in the morning. Today, being her first day back at work, was no different. She hadn’t made it to the office yet and she was already stopping for another coffee. This time, just an espresso shot before she started her official day. She needed the boost of energy after her early morning, trying to get everything done before she headed into court. Looking at the growing line behind her, she turned back to the barista with a grin, “And I’ll get the next person’s order,” she added. A way of paying it forward... and hoping some good karma would come back to her in a way, selfishly. She just wanted to have a good day. Hopefully, this would kick-start someone else’s. 

@eureka-starters​

[gloriawillis]

@eureka-starters​ * / / !

LOCATION → outside of Cal’s

“Oh, for Chrissake.” Perhaps she shouldn’t have had that seventh shot, on top of her shift drink, but how else was Gloria meant to spend a Saturday evening? She’d had the golden shift; the busy hours from dinner to late evening. She’d been able to close out before midnight when things either got too rowdy or too quiet, and when she finally clocked out, the only other option was to head home by herself. Like any good coworker, she’d chosen to stay to keep her other staff mates company, of course. They deserved the tips, she’d told herself. Or, they would’ve had she not forgotten her wallet at home. Again. She rustled through her purse, knowing that it was entirely in vain as she’d left it out the night before and completely forgotten to return it to it’s rightful place. The mental image of it sitting on the kitchen counter struck her with panic, hitting her like a truck. Usually, she Ubered back and forth to work, but her phone was long since dead, and the only other option was to walk and pray she didn’t get murdered, or hitchhike and pray she didn’t get murdered. Unless....

“Hey!” Gloria waved a hand at the figure across the other side of the street. She barely took a fraction of a second to look before crossing, hustling over the damp asphalt and somehow managing not to stumble on her way. “I am so sorry to ask you this, but do you have any change? Or like, a car? I need a lift home, and my phone is dead.”

[petra-dahan]

           sitting idle never suited petra. she was a moving spirit; proactive, never reactive. it did, admittedly, sometimes get her into trouble but petra was far too attracted to trouble for her own good. at the moment, though, planning and scheming and other things of a similar nature had been temporarily tossed aside having been ordered to lay low for quite awhile. but what some might deem a vacation was petra’s definition of a living hell. what better to do, though, when in hell than to keep the company of fellow sinners?

“champagne madam?”

it was with this notion in mind that she turned to the handsome creature within her line of sight, catching their gaze with a scarlet smile. “i think i will, and one for my friend also.” she held out the second flute in a literal gesture of friendship, or at the very least good company. “you look at a loss my dear.”

[allthatbasil]

Basil looked around and honestly still couldn’t believe this was her new home. She was surrounded by sun, beaches, and Cali accents. It was so different from Belfast and so different from London. Living in Eureka was nothing like she had experienced before but she was loving it. Even if she had to invest in a lot more sun cream. The sunsetting with the beaches and their slow rolling waves behind her was the perfect backdrop for a new post but it wasn’t selfie material. This was something she needed a full shot of and maybe a pose or two. “Hey,” Basil said as she saw someone. “Would you mind taking a couple of photos of me?” 

[jace-meyers-blog]

         His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the person standing in front of him, placing both of his hands over his hipbone before he finally speaks. “Are you sure this is not some kind of mistake?”

[ender-kenway]

               this was not ender’s first run in the operating theatre. he was not newly acquainted to trauma, nor death as a consequence. you accept that you did the best you could with what you had and then you move on; ready for the next case. yet there was always something about a younger patient, something about a future left unspent. it did not help that this one in particular was no older than his own nephew. 

his eyes on his hands (which were uncharacteristically still) he barely raised a brow at the mug sat it front of him, steam leisurely coasting from the rim. “there better be something stronger than coffee in that mug.”

[alejandroajaxalvarez]

“Next game?” Ajax asked as he pointed to the other person. He had been nursing his beer and observing the area while waiting for his turn at the pool table. Ajax had only been back in Eureka for a couple weeks now and it was weird being back in his hometown after living in LA for almost ten years. 

[kentsalinger]

“Uh,” Kent murmured as he looked at the forgotten item and the person walking away. He favored no entering into conversations with strangers even just small talk because of how uncomfortable he felt when conversing with a stranger. Socialization wasn’t something he was great at much like his father so he tried to avoid it which did mean the only people he talked to were his colleges. It was slightly a lonely life but he wasn’t upset unhappy. But knowing that they may miss what had been forgotten, Kent scrambled up from his chair to follow the person. “Excuse me,” he said as he tried to catch the person’s attention.