#indulgence.start

[xandercarsonofficial]

{OPEN} Taking a drag from his cigarette, Xander leaned his head back against the wall behind him, closing his eyes as he filled his lungs. Feeling someone approach, he exhaled slowly, though he made no move to turn his head or open his eyes. “I’m on my break.” He announced, using his free hand to gesture to his chef’s whites and apron. “So, this had better be important. And frankly, unless the building is burning, my guess is it probably isn’t. But, you’re here already. So, speak.”  @indulgencerpgstarters​

[julianramoss]

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“Look if they aren’t going to take the time to text you back what’s the point?” He shrugged as he was looking for the ingredients on the wall in the grocery. “You’ve got me, we’re gonna make some amazing salsa and you won’t remember their name ever again. Promise.” Julian knew the way to make anyone feel better was food, it was his specialty after all. “Maybe I’ll even let you kiss me to feel better.” He teased playfully to his company in the middle of the grocery store aisle. 

[desecrxte]

open

The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The dealers who don’t give a crap at what the Zapata-Acostas would do to them are handing out free half oz baggies. Dom manages to score one before flipping the guy off as they try to promote whatever the fuck they’re selling. Dom would rather have his balls in tact, thank you very much, and buying from someone who’s probably giving him mostly stems based on a quick rub through the product is not one of his top things to do today. Besides, he’s more up the nose than down the lungs, you know? Save the environment and all that crap.

In his effort to lose the sales pitch, the man bumps into someone else as if life is giving him one big fuck you for going out on his day off. “I swear to God don’t you people know how to walk? You see a guy. You step aside. These are basic fucking skills, bro.”  

[rayneholloway]

it had been a long night at mayhem, mostly because the same client kept coming over to rayne and asking for a private dance. it’d be fine since she was getting paid, but he insisted on talking about his failing marriage with only her because he swore she looked just like his wife used to, and she was starting to not care any more. rayne was usually good at pretending, which was what made her job so easy for her, but after two hours of boring conversation, she needed a break.

she walked right up to someone else and grabbed their hand, leaning in and brushing her hair out of her face as it fell over her shoulder. “you’d be doing me a huge favor by asking for a private dance right now. free drinks for the rest of the night, on me. i just... cannot hear about that man’s wife anymore.” she offered a small smile, hoping the person in front of her would care enough about the free drinks to save her. @indulgencerpgstarters​

[freakshowbryer]

Location: Freakshow Tent Status: Open

Running a hand through her hair, Bryer took a deep breath and closed her eyes, visualizing the choreography she was attempting to put together. She’d been doing a variation of the same dance intro before each of her acts for the past two months, and she’d been working on spicing it up. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes, tightening her pony tail. Movement caught her eye, and she turned quickly to face the opening of the tent. “Hey!” She called out. “The show doesn’t start for another couple of hours. You’re early.” @indulgencerpgstarters​

[magdaxviolets]

@indulgencerpgstarters​

Location: a taste of violets (her restaurant)

Time: mid-afternoon

She was menu planning while sitting at a low, polished table. She loved it at her restaurant. It was hers in every way and it filled her satisfaction that it had thrived in her adopted city. Ordinarily she preferred to menu plan at home, where she would use her own kitchen to experiment with flavours. However, her bar manager had a personal appointment so she was covering for an expected delivery. When the door opened, she glanced up. Seeing that this person was not, in fact, the delivery person she expected, she still smiled warmly. 

“Welcome. Unfortunately we are not open for lunch. However, I can make a reservation for you for this evening if you are like?” 

[hadleyxhopewell]

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She’d been to so many nightclubs in New York they’d all blended together. The wallpaper changed, the themes changed, the music changed, but the heartbeat of such establishments was always familiar. Bodies moving, wild and hungry, bass beats that swirled up from your toes into your chest. Hadley’s gaze caught on someone in the corner, distancing themselves from the dancing throng. That simply wouldn’t do. Who came to a club and didn’t dance? She pushed her way through the crowd, reached out and stole their drink right out of their hands, grinning as she danced a few playful steps backwards. “Come on, I’ll give it back the second you join us. It’s blasphemy to hang out in the corner in a place like this. Dance with me.”

[briez-a]

Location: Panadería Sweet Escapes Status: Open

Closing her eyes, Briella inhaled deeply, shaking her head slightly in an attempt to shake off the negative vibes she’d felt hanging over her head all day. The bell above the bakery door chimed, and she turned on her heel immediately plastering a smile onto her face. “Welcome to Sweet Escapes! Our apple fritters are on a buy one, get one special in honor of back to school week, and our boston cream longjohns are on special as well, $5.99 a dozen because frankly, we made too many.” Her smile was tight lipped, her eyebrows raised slightly. “What can I get for you?” @indulgencerpgstarters​