#roadworthystarter

[awildflcwer-blog]

       she’d tried to be brave and take a shot-- did it always burn like this? she was never really one to drink, and nothing this heavy. ❝ i-- did not prepare for that burn. oh. good lord. i should get better at this. is there something sweet laying around? ❞

[amavry-blog]

The sky was dark as the car rolled up to the sidewalk; the air had a nip that Amaury noticed the instant he stepped outside, the cold sinking past his skin-tight clothing. Electing to ignore that as the car sped away, Amaury counted the cash in his hands again before tucking into the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing, the only piece of warm clothing he was wearing. Glancing up, his brown eyes instantly landed on the person nearby and the blond flashed them a wolfish grin. “Can I help you?

[dcminicspada-blog]

Well--- that didn’t last long. Maybe Mars was onto something earlier because no more than an hour, two tops, had passed after their conversation before Dominic found himself swiping away smeared blood from a split in his lip. Asshole got him good, he’d give the guy that, but in the end he’d gotten him better. Using the side of his jeans to clean the crimson from his knuckles he watched the other man stumble free of the clubhouse before finally turning to relocate his beer. It wasn’t until the can was back where it belonged that he realized he had more of an audience than he’d thought. “Wasn’t my fault,” it might’ve been, “he asked for it first.”

[tcnleywarden]

Woody’s welcome home party had been one for the books--- kind of like the hangover Tenley now suffered from because of it. Why did she down those last few shots? It was a question she asked herself repeatedly as the blonde sat alongside the bar inside of Lenny’s Diner, a cup of steaming black coffee clutched in her hands. The sound of the nearest stool scraped out against the linoleum as somebody else moved in to take a seat and the grating sound made the girl flinch. “I’m runnin’ on no sleep 'n too much tequila,” she cautioned without glancing over as she slowly took another sip, “you make too much noise and this cup is gonna wind up dumped over your head.”

[linkstarkley]

     SIFTING a hand through his golden locks, Link’s eyes scanned the various strains of marijuana as he tried to think of what he was in the mood for. He’d managed to blag a card to help with depression & anxiety-- however, those only reared their ugly heads during dysmorphic stints. Right now? He just wanted a high, and a good one at that. “What do you think? Granddaddy Purple or Strawberry Cough? Then again, there’s always edibles...That’s the problem with this place, too many options.”

[dchlicxcrow-blog]

“I think if I was a D and D GM, I would be a total asshole. Making the players make perception rolls for no reason and giving them red herrings every five minutes.” Dahlia grinned widely, uncannily resembling a drawing of the famous Cheshire Cat. Rather fitting considering what she’s talking about. “You know, just to keep them on their toes.”

[brcdyw]

     He couldn’t have been anymore happy to have one of brothers back, especially after such a long time locked up - things felt like they were starting to get a bit more tense at the club, so having another member around, felt good for the wolves. Brody was more than enjoying the party, never one to get rowdy drunk, but he always felt less pressure on him to keep stone faced and had no problem joking about with people outside of his little bubble. Throwing back beers throughout the night, he was almost properly smashed at this point and being quite social when he heard his phone go off for the either time that night. There was a slight annoyance when he excused himself to hide out where the music wasn’t as loud, answering the call about some sort of pick up the club was supposed to do “     can you fuck off now.” would have been all the person who approached him would have heard, as he finished the call and put it into his pocket. Lifting his beer at them, and giving a laugh. “Some people just don’t know when to give up,” the president shook his head, pulling a joint out of his pocket. “You want to join in?”

[cordelia-archive-blog]

Wiping down the tables of Sweet Tooth, Cordelia was more than ready to go home. The few customers remaining had already been informed she was closing in ten minutes. A few had left leaving the place nearly empty. She began wiping down the tables and heard the chime of the bell on the door. It gave her an uneasy feeling in her hungry stomach. 

She heard a chair scrape on the floor and sighed, “Excuse me sir, we’re closing. I can still serve you, if you’d like but... the cafe is closed so you’ll have to take your ice cream to go.”