#interaction: nora

[hollyhawthornc]

starter for: @noralisebroderick​ location: orchard grocery

Holly had just about had it with small town life. And she had only been in this wretched, poor excuse for a town, for a little over two weeks. She was bored, she was already sick of the calls from her parents wanting a ‘status report’ on her siblings, and the two were not a good combo. While a perfectly happy and contented Holly Hawthorne wasn’t exactly the most patient person one could hope to run into, as crabby as she had been the last few days, she was in a particularly difficult mood as she stood in the fucking single check out line at the fucking single grocery store this town had to offer. 

It seemed to be rush hour, if a grocery store could have a rush hour, and the nice old lady at the check out wasn’t quite keeping up with the quickly growing line of customers ready to leave with their purchases. “God! You’d think they’d make sure they had someone working who wasn’t older than dirt when they surely know they’re going to be this busy. Does this fucking town really have to do everything like it’s still in the stone ages?!” she muttered disgustedly, not quite under her breath to whoever was in line with her. 

[wyattdcvis]

closed starter for @noralisebroderick​

“So whatdya say, Broderick??” Wyatt questioned, possibly for the millionth time, as he sat across from Nora at Red’s. I’ve got enough capital saved up to keep any bank from turning their nose up at us and a few possible investor connections, and you’ve clearly got the business expertise.” He listed off his latest reasons as to why the pair of them should open up a restaurant here in Mystic. A couple months ago, when the idea had originally struck him, his list had started with he was a chef and she was a baker, they’d make the greatest sit down restaurant Mystic could dream of. But over the coming weeks, his reasons had become more solid, and harder to ignore. “I mean, if you think about it, Red’s here is just about the only real sit down, restaurant in this town and it’s not exactly something to write home about.” Wyatt glanced around the restaurant as he spoke. As fond of Red’s as he was, Wyatt still craved something more from Mystic’s dining experience. Pointing back and forth between the two of them, he started again, “We’ve both seen what cities outside of Mystic have to offer, restaurant wise, we could bring that kind of dining experience to Mystic.” He raised his brows as he finished, letting that idea marinate for a little while as she considered what he was proposing. After a minute or so, he realized how much he had been talking. Wyatt hadn’t been this excited about anything in a long time, his idea may or may not have ran away from him a bit. “Okay, I’ll shut up now so you can tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours.” Maybe flattery would help make the idea more attractive?

[marcusturncr]

closed starter for @noralisebroderick​

The last couple weeks since the wedding had been a fucking whirlwind. Between still coming to terms with the fact that Emily was pregnant and the subsequent doctors’ appointments he’d accompanied her to, Marcus’ life felt like it was no longer his own. Not in terms of ownership, but it felt like he was living someone else’s life. None of this had ever been part of his plan for his life and it seemed like control was continuously slipping through his fingers. 

The only thing that remained, that seemed to keep him anchored, oddly enough, was Retrograde. So when he wasn’t at appointments with Emily, he poured more time and energy into reviving the gym than he’d ever shown an interest in before. Marcus may be a screw up, may have thrown away and wasted his chance at running a multi-million dollar business, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a good business man. When he applied himself, he really could be good at his job. 

He was in the back office, working on some paperwork, when a glimpse of someone familiar and yet who he hadn’t seen since the wedding, caught his eye. A second glance confirmed, it was in fact Nora practicing a few hits against one of the punching bags in the far corner of the gym. He watched her for a few moments, before stepping out of the office and heading in her direction. Hands buried in his pockets, he casually made his way over, an appreciative smile coming to his features as he approached. “So we’re back to the whole avoiding thing, huh?” he asked, cocking his head to the side a bit as he smiled at her. 

[marcusturncr]

closed starter for @noralisebroderick​

Marcus was truly beginning to wonder if he had stepped into the twilight zone. After all, in what world did he, Marcus Turner, end up living in Mystic, Connecticut of all places, and a baby on the way with the woman who was soon to be his ex wife? None of this made sense. None of this was in alignment with how Marcus envisioned his life going. And it was all just getting to be a bit... much. 

And in typical Marcus fashion, a bottle of beer or two, or three at a wedding with an open bar seemed a pretty healthy way of coping. He was just finishing off his first round when someone he’d been hoping to bump into again (literally, because they hadn’t exchanged phone numbers) walked up to the other end of the bar. She looked amazing, the form-fitting yellow dress looked like it was made for her. He let himself enjoy watching her for a moment and then moved down towards her end of the bar. “Aha! So you aren’t just a figment of my imagination!” He was pretty sure Nora had been actively avoiding him since the night they met, considering he’d stopped by Sugar Daddy several times in the last couple weeks at random times and yet he’d never seen her there.