#malvive

[militarytrash]

@malvive from here

[Malik] Rough day at work. [Malik] I started drinking and now I can’t sleep.  [Malik] I’m not drunk, I’m just hungry and I don’t want to cook and it’s too late to order anything and I’ve already accepted I’m not sleeping tonight.

[impassibilitas]

@malvive from here

Andrew’s closer than he’s been to Malik... ever. The silent panic rolling off of the man is palpable. “I said that you’re a fucking idiot and I told you to sit down before you fall down.” Caring is a bit of a strong word for Andrew, but he’s hiding behind the thought that Malik knows how to make really good drinks, and where else is he supposed to get drunk on a Wednesday night with hardly any money to his name. He puts a hand on Malik’s shoulder, guiding. “C’mon.”

[hellsbraveknight]

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[ text ; malik ] but that’s the thing!!!! [ text ; malik ] he wasn’t even attractive... i’m just a desperate idiot ffs!

[gatekeepcr]

             goddamnit.  she was so careful with her money , made sure there was always enough for another meal , or to get her to the next town.  then she’d cop a twenty from whoever she ended up sleeping with on a given night ,  and add it to the cash she kept in her shoe.    she glances around at the floor and then back to the gas station attendant with a  sort of frantic helplessness in her eyes.  there’s a quarter pressed into her palm , but she can’t seem to find anything else.  the man behind the counter plays idly with his beard and offers her a shrug , maintaining that there was nothing he could do.  she turns to walk away and sees another young woman.   (   damn her luck.   guys were easier , all she had to do was flash them a smile.   )       ❛    ——   excuse me ,   hi.  ❜    she steps up to the woman ,   ❛   you don’t know me ,  but um.  could i like , borrow a dollar or somethin’  ?   i don’t have enough for a pack of cigarettes.   ❜    she glances down at her shoes , embarrassment flourishing.   ❛   i’ll sell you my necklace or somethin’.   it’s gold.  ❜       //  @malvive  (  sc. )

[akatiecat]

Whilst everyone else seemed to be raving about tomorrow's celebrations poor young Katelynn was knee deep stuck in a mountain of work. Hunched over a pile of sheets and hot coffee the brunette only seemed to pause momentarily when she noticed two large feet underneath her eye line. "Oh--! Sorry, can I help?"

@malvive

[thatchergreene]

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        “See, now that begs the question— what is your element?”

     “A mostly casual environment with alcohol and people who can at least       pretend they find me interesting. Still — two out of three ain’t bad.”

[militarytrash]

@malvive from here

[Malik] How come drunk you has better plans than sober you? [Malik] Also that is a bit unfortunate, because you’re a very amusing drunk-texter.

[militarytrash]

@malvive from here

“Not convinced, then? Shame. That line’s worked before.” The easy shift from serious to joking doesn’t take away from the fact that this is the reason he doesn’t go out unless he’s looking to bring someone home. He doesn’t like having eyes on him. Not because he’s got anything to hide, but because it feels like pressure to do something. “So have I made an utter fool of myself, or do I get a second shot?”