#protecthqsstart

[antcns-blog]

Anton was barely into the third night of his concessions stand gig, but from the tenseness in his shoulders, he was already seconds away from completely flipping out on it. He was the fucking  Crown Prince of Sweden ( !! ) , he thought. Selling candy to spoiled toddlers and popping popcorn for sleazy men to shove their dicks in was far beneath him. As he was about to slip out back to hit up another joint ( his second one in three hours -- he was that stressed ), he caught glimpse of a person's silhouette nearing the counter. With a heavy sigh, he tried to keep his voice in an even monotone. The unauthorized break would have to wait. “What can I get you?”

[ericprothero-blog]

“I don’t understand how anyone could say anything negative about here,” Eric remarked, shaking his head with a credible impression of a long-time resident's disbelief. It was a coded message aimed mostly at the more palpably unhappy nobles, but it seemed to him that everybody in the program was starting to losing their minds already, even though they hadn’t been here for long. (Including Eric, but that’s beside the point.) “Call it patriotic fervour, but our summer begins 1st December. Christmas parties are tropical. Valentine’s Day is set in summer. That's fun they don't have in the rest of the globe.”

[steeledrose-blog]

she fell into the booth with a huff and pulled her purse off her shoulder and threw it down onto the empty seat beside her. “sorry.” she breathed out to the stranger sitting across from her, though her gaze was on the entrance of the coffee shop, looking for the spot of dyed, white-blond hair that had been harassing her since she’d gotten out of work. it took a few seconds of searching before she finally felt able to relax a bit and turn back to the other. “someone was following me and I hoped it would deter him if I had company. might I stay here a few more minutes to be sure he’s gone?”