#ormontstart

[micahblanchard]

Micah was nearing the end of his shift at Celino’s, and to say he was excited about it would be an understatement. He had a bit of extra spring in his step as he slid towards the person at the end of the bar. “Alright, my friend, you’re probably going to be my last order before I’m out of here, so what can I get you? Bonus points for creativity - I’m just about sick of making mimosas.”

[ionecora]

“Okay, see, I know that I’m supposed to be taking requests and all, but I honestly can’t do that for you without losing all of my credibility. Anything I can do for you that’s not... stupid?”

[alexbautistax-blog]

Looking up from the newspaper she was reading, Alex frowned, not entirely sure she was okay with what she had just read. “I swear, this world gets weirder with every passing day...” 

[lyalludwig-blog]

Lyall paced the aisle of Bevis’ Grocery, restocking candy. It was monotonous, but it was a job. He paused, shaking his head at the selection. Sour Patch Kids, Hot Tamales, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups? He still wasn’t used to the American sweets, and it drove him crazy not knowing what they all were. “Where are the sour patch parents?” he said aloud, as he continued stocking the candy.

[angeporter]

“Okay, so, I need to preface this by saying that I’ve been up to my eyeballs in HGTV, but why do you think there are so many married couples that have shows on the network? Like, if I wanted to ever do my own home improvement show, would I have to get married? Is that a requirement?” She glanced over at the other. “I’m not crazy, right?”

[beau-britton]

         “Hey—no, no, sit. Sit! To Tinder dates that bite, to one star Uber ratings and having to walk five miles in the middle of coyote country in nothin’ but my skivvies and to Joe, Jo-Jo... Leave get out, right now—could’a sang that, sent me on my boot lickin’ way but here we are. So, have at a contribution, to me, or Joe, but know any contribution to me goes directly to Jo-Jo’s pockets. This Jo-Jo, not that now my age busty brunette singin’ about record label shame...she deserves it too though...So a two for one, what’ll it be? Anything goes!”

[lolabrink-blog]

“I appreciate the offer, but I really just wanna go home. I’ve been at two jobs today, I’m just about fallin’ over. A party don’t sound too appealin’ right now.”

[beck-hendrix-blog]

Beck pushed through the crowd and into the night, tugging out a cigarette from his jacket pocket with the shake of his head. He knew the crowd was mostly college kids, but this was too much. Not only was it a little too wild for him this late, but his patience had just about run as thin as it could go with bad dancing, drunk selfies, and too much noise in his already-fuzzy ears from years of middleweight boxing. Regardless, he knew not to take it with him on his break, and he shook off the anxiety big crowds usually brought him into the chilly night sky. He held the cigarette between his lips, searching his pockets for a lighter, but coming up empty. “Hey, you gotta light?” he asked the person next to him, wondering if the last lighter had been left in his dirty pants, now in the wash. Awesome. “Mine ran away. It can’t stand all the white girl screaming.”