#lydstarter

[petersoncommaz]

“Yes, I’m going out tonight” the dark haired girl said sharply through the phone. “I don’t care Audrey, I’m fine. Drinking was never the big issue anyways” she rolled her eyes. “Well then don’t come... I’ll find someone else to go with” she said hanging up the phone quickly and exhaled a heavy sigh before looking at the person next to her, “So, do you have plans for tonight?” she asked flashing a playful grin at them. 

[nategraynyc-blog]

Nate sat himself on the sidewalk, leaned back onto his hands with a sigh. He wasn’t sure what time it was, probably nearly dawn. He wasn’t quite sure where he was either. It looked like there was a park on the other side of the road. He’d been invited to another party, ended up drinking far more than he should, just like he knew he would, had attempted to walk home after failing to call an uber, the app somehow looking like a very complicated puzzle at the moment, and ended up getting lost. “I give up!” he called out and dropped his head back. He’d sit there until his head stopped buzzing. He’d worry about getting home later.

[yourqueenpax]

Paxton was in a mood today and there was absolutely no denying it. It was obvious from the way he walked to the expression on his face. This wasn’t a mood he avoided, it was just something that usually popped up when he was in his drag persona. It was his take no shit, give no shit attitude. Perhaps his conversation with Lorenzo had spurred it, perhaps it was something else, but Paxton didn’t care, today he felt good. Sitting with his legs crossed at the bar, it was to early to drink, but not too early to plan tonights set, he smirked. There were people milling about considering it was daytime and the bar served food, but he was ignoring them all. Until somebody approached him. “Is there something you need or you just want to look? Touching costs extra.”

[heather-lila]

Heather had just landed back in New York City, having been in the UK setting up her newest clinic, “God it’s exhausting having to travel all over the world, my watch says it’s 8am but my body currently thinks it’s 3am and I have to go to work.” She moaned to herself rather than anybody around her as she waited for her coffee.

[alastairbarris]

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Al: I went to the zoo today.

Al: but the only animal they had was a dog.

Al: it was a Shih Tzu.

[yunxminho]

Matt had been going through the motions of the day more than he had actually been living it. It started when he woke up this morning, not alone like he was used to, though it had been a long time since he had, continuing through getting dressed, walking to work, forgetting his keys, having to go home, then back. His head wasn’t in it today and he felt like he was about to explode. There was no hiding what the reason was, he couldn’t stop picturing it, not to mention it was suddenly June and he wanted to hide until it was over. “What?” He asked for the third time to the person across from him. They had gone out for lunch since Matt had recently been isolating himself, but he was being a terrible companion. “Uh, no I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry. Kind of.”

[eviee-james]

“Thank god, it’s May.” Evie grinned as she walked through central park. Evie loved the sun; it was surprising that she decided to stay in New York with how much she loved the California sun. But everybody she cared about was in the city. Her outfit consisted of sandals, shorts and a top that couldn’t quite be considered cropped, but if she lifted her arms enough, it would rise to show a considerable amount of midriff. “I love the sunshine.”

[charliesparre]

Charlie liked routine. Liked it even more when he actually got to follow it to the letter, as he did now with a pair of sunglasses on his nose and his key ring circling ‘round his index finger. He was the first to enter the small coffee shop, first to walk up to the counter and smile as he asked for the usual, thanks, good morning to you, too, and was the first to find a place to sit. It was a good table by the huge window close to the entrance, one that had him looking over the sidewalk and the comings and goings-- more cars. More people. More congestion, more lives, more things and happenings and everything.

So the coffee shop filled up, as it did. Charlie sat alone with his book and his latte (extra milk) and his bagel, but in no more than fifteen minutes there were people in just about every other table there. Typically he didn’t care about that. Typically he didn’t care about much in general.

But coincidence-- the damn bastard, the unbelievable stupid son of a bitch-- had him lifting his head at the precise moment necessary to meet the gaze of some poor hapless soul with drink or food or whatever it was, and

(of course)

absolutely nowhere to sit.

Charlie paused. Charlie stayed quiet. Charlie spared a glance at the empty chair across the one he sat and the empty space on the table in front of it. Politeness dictated he offer the seat; it wasn’t like he was staying long, anyway. It wasn’t like he would have to spend any extended period of time talking to someone before he left. But sharing a table wasn’t routine. Sharing table was against his best interests.

...still, the cafe looked like it’d continue to be full for a while. And even though it took three seconds of silence for him to finally start talking, Charlie eventually asked, “Hey, you want to sit down?”

He even smiled when he did it.