#hqmontereystart

[casongrey]

                   “Thank you, guys! You’ve been a great crowd!” Cason hollered into the mic. The Monarchy was a classy joint. Well, maybe not classy by ALL standards, but certainly a few notches above some sloppy dive bar. It was Sunday, which meant the crowd paled in comparison to any typical Friday or Saturday, but Cason and his bandmates appreciated any size audience. A hand swept through damp blond locks as he descended the stage and began visually paving a route to the bar situated at the back of the large room, VODKA ON THE ROCKS probably. His sobriety was coming in hot------ an undesirable sensation for the lead singer.

[thexbartender]

     ❛ The usual? ❜ William questioned, leaning against the counter of his bar as he directed a friendly smile to his returning customer. ❛ ––or are we switching it up tonight, possibly considering something a bit more d a n g e r o u s ? ❜ A single brow arched, his fingers tapping against the wooden surface before sliding the drink over.                                              ❛ If you’re interested, I call this little concoction the ex-wife. ❜ 

[eloqvnce-blog]

‘ my day has been, like, the most taxing ever. it isn’t even two o’clock and i have already phoned in to two conference calls, rescheduled my daughter’s dentist appointment, and helped some invalid aquarium worker rearrange shirts in the gift shop. i’m exhausted and in need of an espresso. any chance you’d be interested in joining me? ’

[slcder-blog]

slader was ZOOMING down the boardwalk, skateboard wheels scraping against wooden slats as he dodged oncoming pedestrians. he was used to the dirty looks - fanny-packed tourists shooting daggers at the ‘ dirty hoodlum ‘ skating just a little too close to their kids - but he returned their scowls with a big fat smile. heavy wafts of funnel cake and boardwalk pizza through the salty air elicited a RUMBLE from the depths of his belly, distracting him just long enough for his front wheel to lodge itself between two of the planks. catapulting through the air, the graceless boy landed...HARD. a defeated groan escaped his lips as he scraped himself off of the boardwalk and met the eyes of the boardwalk-goer he’d collided with. “ yikes, am i right ? “ he chuckled nervously, rubbing painfully at his shoulder. “ listen dude, i’m really sorry - that was totally my bad. are you good ? “