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[mavi-whiting]

location: country club pool

Mavi always gravitated towards the bodies of water. It’s why she always had an extra suit in her backpack squished between the old laptop her dad bought her in high school, and her biology textbook. Her long curls - now drenched - sat on her shoulders as she pushed herself up against the metal pole. “You’re at the pool, and you’re not going to get in?” Her eyes glanced over to the person standing before her.

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[ctalons]

Talon had waited till the left of the people had exited the cafe.  He slid into the seat by the piano and opened it. His fingers slid over the keys, as he pressed one of the keys. He wasn’t sure if it worked. He had eyed it while he had been eating dinner, and had been itching to see if it worked or if it was just a decor piece.  But as the chord played, he decided to continue seeing as no one else had seemed to mind the playing. @peachesstart​

[jamesonshq]

If there was a blessing a higher power bestowed upon this earth, it was alcohol. After what seemed like the busiest weekend of his life, Jameson couldn’t wait to christen Monday with a little bit of booze. Walking into the saloon, he energetically strolled over to one of the red velvet barstool at Joey’s, purposefully staring off at the lit liquor shelves. “A horse walks into a bar and the bewildered bartender points at the horse and screams -- Hey!” His voice was low before his booming exclamation. It most likely shook fellow patrons in his bar but the cheeky grin on his face showed no remorse. “You know what the horse says? He says, you read my mind.” He nudged the person beside him with a prideful look. “You get it?”

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[beautifulcpeople]

mason was sitting down in the booth of the cafe. it was late and he had just gotten off of work, his uniform still on his body and his eyes looked heavily tired. though still a gleaming smile tugged at his lips as they looked at the person standing close to the table. “you know- typically i would write you a ticket for that.” the male said teasing, “though if you take a seat across from me and have some dinner on me then i might just let you off.” the male said pointing to the empty seat across from him. 

[burkesfm]

@peachesstart​     —     nolan tended to zone out .    when he had his hands on a guitar in a quiet place ,   everything around him just gets tuned out as his focus veers into the direction of the instrument at hand    —   it’s like he surrounds himself in a small bubble ,   ignorant to his surroundings until something pops it ,   making him aware to the world around him once more .     he plucks at the strings one quiet night ,    his ears honed in on a new sequence of sounds he had figured out ,   repeating and repeating until he could play it through with his memory alone .    he stays like this for a while ,   until a different sound invades his ears ,    something different from the sounds he was playing .    brows furrowed ,   he turns around to the source ,   visibly irritated .     “  what ?  “

[malcolmvramsey]

Malcolm hated confrontation if it wasn’t obvious by the way he stammered in the least problematic of conversations or in the way his frame was always hunched. This discomfort especially transferred over to the those in retail and the food industry. He’d never ask for something in his size in fear of inconveniencing an employee and when his order was wrong as a restaurant, he’d rarely correct them. This just so happened to be the case scenario on this particular day at the diner. He’d ordered a turkey sub with a few toppings on it and exclusively asked for no pickles. But when the sandwich hit the table, beneath the plush roll rested eight menacing green lacto-fermented pickled cucumber slices. He could have simply just picked them off but in fear of making the waitress feel bad, he hesitantly worked through one half of his unsatisfactory sub before turning to the person beside him. “Hey, uh, do you want the rest of this?” Mac asked, voice soft. “The kitchen put pickles on it and I don’t want to be a jerk and take them off in front of my waitress..”

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[malcolmvramsey]

If there was anything Malcolm despised, it was being the center of attention. For the better half of the day, the chief ordered him to stand atop the rig and flag people over to get showered by the hose in the humid, Georgia heat. After a few hours, he was able to get down and start showing gathering townsfolk around the firetruck, filled with all its gadgets and gizmos. He wasn’t the best at explaining this but one thing he was certainly good at was showing kids how to work the siren. Malcolm sat in the cab with a child in his lap, laughing as the two went back and forth childishly laying on the squealing siren. As the child scurried back to her parents, the firefighter turned when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. “Do you wanna, uh, play with the siren too?” He asked bashfully upon realizing how much fun he was just having. “I mean, kids usually have a lot of fun with it but you can take a wack at it if you want.”

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[malcolmvramsey]

The night had certainly brought a mixed crowd into Joey’s but it was a packed crowd nevertheless. Some busied themselves belting drunk ballads on the karaoke machine, others hung all over the sticky bar. Yet Malcolm carefully maneuvered his was over to the pool tables, where a crowd was showing off their skills they’d somehow acquired at some point in their life. He wasn’t too sure how people got sufficient at pool considering he only played on a rare drunken occasion. Awkwardly turning to the person beside him, he hesitantly lifted the goggles that sat over his eyes. “Um, I guess I misunderstood the term pool party,” He pursed lips uncomfortably, shoving his hands deeply into his jean pockets. “Good thing I didn’t show up in a speedo..”

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