#headgeartm

[mistletoestm]

closed: @headgeartm where: noveltea when: new year's day

Chris looks up as the bell above the door dings, brown hues watching it come to a stop and a small grin touching his lips. It's the beginning of the new year and not many folks are out this early in the day... granted it was almost ten, but people were hungover and others just enjoying a day off. But this shop? He'd checked the hours via their website before coming by. He had plans to check out a few new books that had come in and maybe a tea blend for the season before it vanished for the February flavors. But really and truly? He was at the shop to see Ruth in order to ask her if she was still planning on auditioning next week for Grease. He'd overheard her mention it to some of her friends in passing on the day the dates went up for auditions and was curious if she was going through with it or not.

He moves deeper into the store and towards the counter where Ruth stands, unaware of the wide eyed gaze she has on him. Instead he's looking around the store, taking in this decoration or that decoration and giving a smile that shines almost as bright as the sun on this cold snowy day in Hatchetfield. "So," he starts, finally looking at her with his calm and confident gaze, "are the rumors true?" Small pause for dramatics, "You're looking to audition for the musical?"

[pompomstm]

who: stacy and ruth ( @headgeartm ) where: noveltea, downtown hatchetfield

Stacy doesn’t often go to NovelTea – not because she doesn’t like it, but it’s not usually her go-to stop. She’s not much of a reader, so to speak. Or a tea drinker. She prefers her drinks a little pinker, a little sweeter. Still, her boss asked her to make a stop – and Stacy was nothing if not a great employee. Miss Ivy was incredibly kind, the least Stacy could do was get her a cup of tea.

So she enters, shivering slightly from the cold air. Her eyes are quick to look up, scan the menu for the item her boss asked her for. However, when she gets to the counter, she forgets. Head shaking, she looks down at the cashier – someone she recognizes from school. (Stacy is mean to her, despite her better judgment. Max tells her that Ruth is a nerd, and that’s enough reason to make her life a living hell.) Swallowing, she offers Ruth a smile despite it all. “Hi,” she says, voice cheery. “Um – question, my boss sent me on a mission, but I’m totally blanking on what she likes to drink. If you were the owner of a flower shop, what kind of tea would you drink?”

[bowtiestm]

"oh here i am! and there you are! you just disappeared!" / @headgeartm

He's caught off guard when Ruth approaches him, finger pointed in his face. His eyes go a little cross eyed, focusing on her face, first, before he backs up. Hands raised in a silent defense, he begins to back up. "I didn't disappear," he defends, though he's not sure how true that is. (Is running to the bathroom to text your girlfriend about your post study date disappearing?) "I just had to pee. And, before you say anything," a hand raises, "don't."

With slow movements, Pete slinks around Ruth, sliding back into the chair at Beanie's with awkward movements. "Besides, we're basically done with our homework, anyways. It pays to be smart." A finger taps the side of his head, right where his temple is, and Pete leans back in his chair. "Did you need another drink? I might go in for a second hot chocolate."

[chastetm]

"i’m… i’m going to go stand over here now." / @headgeartm

Her eyes roll as Ruth slinks away, her hands falling to her hips with disappointment. "You can't run away from the truth, Ruth!" She pauses, eyes blinking as she realizes the rhyme she made. Allowing one chuckle, her head turns back, following behind the other girl with determination.

"I need your help! I need everyone's help! The dance can't get cancelled if we don't rally together like a unified team!" Perhaps Ruth Fleming, local sexless sex fiend isn't the best target for something like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. "Can you at least take some flyers with you to theater practice? Try to get Miss Mullberry involved?"