#lykosstart

[myersclaws-blog]

blah, blah, blah---- familiar BABBLE from alphas who thought they could own him with a slap to the ass and two drinks in. perhaps he should try an alternate method for finding what he was looking for ; the GOOD & DECENT ones never went to bars it seems. please just go away, his mind begged and pleaded but the other just keep talking.

finally after a few more insufferable moments, and after another drink from his beer bottle for bravery. it’s placed down on the counter and he promptly turns to the alpha, “I won’t sleep with you.” the alpha seems floored and for a second the omega thinks he’s going to get into ANOTHER bar brawl this week, but to his and the alphas surprise. he scoffs and gets off the bar stool and leaves, or at least walks away from charlies vicinity. there is a sigh of relief that is....

too soon... puffed out too soon as he feels another presence. it’s an assumption he will always make--- especially when he feels them almost hover, “yes you can buy me a drink, no you can’t take me home or get my number.”

[wallyscoop-blog]

“you couldn’t have expected me to just watch–” wally mumbled, wincing as the gauze soaked in antiseptic touched the cut above his brow. the occasional fight wasn't entirely out of the norm in the bar he previously considered a sanctuary, and he tended to keep himself out of the brawls, for the most part. but when over-sized, burly bastards were purposely harassing a much smaller man for the hell of it, wally couldn’t stand idly by; even if his plans to people watch and passively be on alert for a possible scoop crumbled. he was by no means a hero. he was the type of person to shy from confrontation, but when it came to protecting the weak and helpless, the bystander syndrome disappears from his vocabulary. but actions like these always left a regrettable aftertaste in his mouth. "i wish i could have had at least one of my punches actually hit him though."

[lykosemmett]

Honestly, Emmett could barely believe that today was coming. It had taken three weeks of almost every hour spent painting, cleaning, fixing, but the location was ready. They had done some soft opening the last few days since Monday and things had been going alright. People had come in, tried some samples and then purchased. Money was coming in steadily and for once in the last four years, Emmett felt like he had somewhere to belong and be, somewhere like home. It kept him busy both in his head and with his hands as he skirted through the open concept kitchen.

They were almost ready as Emmett reached into the oven to pull out one of today’s specials - a cranberry, gingersnap pie. Perfectly seasonal with the cranberries in the Massachusetts area and it smelled fantastic. The young male felt good about it, he had tested the recipe the last few days and was ready to present it to the public. Just as Emmett had been placing the pie on the counter, he heard a tingling noise. Just before he had flipped the open sign and unlocked the door. “I’ll be with you in a second Sir!” Emmett called out, taking the pie and putting it into a display pan and walking out over to the counter space, large smile plastered on his face and ready to start the day at Half-Bushel Cafe. “Hey, welcome to Half-Bushel Cafe.” He added.

[all-mishka-blog]

Anton had gone to a cafe to get a cup of coffee, just to relax a little during break, but the second he sat down some loud ass man next to him started to yell into his  phone. “Dude-” Anton said as he put his magazine down and deadpanned at the man with enough dark circles to out shame a raccoon. “If you don’t pipe your scratchy, shrill voice I swear to you that you’ll need more than just ice and a cold pack for the third degree burn I’m about to dump on you.” That seemed to shut the man right up for a few wonderful moments before he all but shrieked at him about how rude he was. The man got up with a loud huff and stormed off, but that didn’t bother him a bit. Now he could try and actually read the book he had with him without some crow screeching directly into his ears. Except when he moved to open the front page he caught eyes with someone else nearby who had probably witnessed everything that had just happened. “If you want to pitch in your two cents about what kind of person I am- you might as well do it now,” he said as he looked down at the first page.

[ohdearhart-blog1]

ITTY BITTY STARTER CALL—— like for a small personalized starter from thomas!!

[its-carson-omega-blog]

Carson moved out from the back room to the bar and paused. His eyes widened at all the people Sitting and standing in front of his bar wanting drinks. How long was he gone? He exhaled and tied his hair up into a quick, haphazard bun. The first person he went up to was someone he recognized, as was his habit, and he smiled quickly at the male and shook his head. “Fuck, you go to the bathroom for two minutes and the whole town’s on your ass.” He rolled his sleeves back and scanned the underside of the bar to ensure he was prepared for whatever the man wanted. “What’s up, what’re you havin’?”

[prof-alpha-blog]

“ -- no one said this seat was taken.”

Jacob didn’t even look up to acknowledge the other male’s presence. Simply let the liquid contents in his glass of Jack Daniels and Coke swirl around idly. He was...sulking. Annoyed with the challenges of work. A classroom half-empty with students opting to skip his class (on a rather important lesson, he might add.) Collegues and their immature rumours. Apparently, Jacob seemed to be forming some sort of oddly close relationship with a student of his, simply because they’d sat together for lunch on campus.  It was all frustrating and the alpha couldn’t configure how to handle it. 

The day left Jacob rather bitter, and this bar was his only solution. “There are other seats I am sure you could find. Now, is there anything else?”

[myersclaws-blog]

okay, here is a STARTER CALL for charlie’s HEAT. I am going to close my eyes and hit post, and see how this goes ! if I don’t know how to actually write something I will probably im you !