#shiverstart

[enebrolobo]

where: ~around town~ when: before the party @ the Whitegrass barn/before he learns his (ex) wife will be there/before he is is overcome with anxiety with: OPEN

“Don’t I know you from somewhere...?”

[theofawn]

location; the bookshop with; open

theodora had decided to stay late that evening. the sun had long since set as she carefully and meticulously stacked and alphabetized the new shipment of books on the shelves. she hummed a light melody as she worked, but the ringing bells tied to their door pulled her attention. usually they would have already been closed by now, but she must have forgotten to flip the sign. the noise startled her and the remaining books tumbled to the floor. crud. “I’ll be with you in one moment!” she called and quickly attempted to pick up the mound of books that now littered the path to the back office. she managed to get about half of them up and back onto the cart before deciding that the rest could stay for now. it’s not like anyone was headed this way but her. “how can I help you?”

[lymskr]

when: November 2019 where: Topping & Co. Books with: @shiverstarters / open! (shortstacks oNLY)

"–– You want some help with that?”

[willowrory]

when: December 2019 where: The Last Drop who: open to all @shiverstarters​

Generally, Rory wasn’t one to try and start up conversations with the people sitting around them at the bar. But then again, they also weren’t one to find themselves out drinking in The Last Drop on an open mic night. Well, at least not anymore anyway. With an influx of Christmas parties, this past week at work had been hell and with Friday off (a Christmas miracle, if ever they saw one) and no plans (other than perhaps a Netflix binge with two men by the name of Ben and Jerry), it felt about time to brave the bar once more. Possibly even find a warm body for the night too – if there was anyone around as desperate as they were. As it stood, things were getting busier and that was never a bad sign.

Taking a (hefty) sip of bourbon for Dutch courage, they decided to do something and turned their attention to the figure on their right. A lone singer wailed on the stage at that point and Rory visibly winced as the woman tried (very unsuccessfully) to hit a high note. It was with that that they let out a light chuckle.

“Enjoying the show tonight then?” They forced a smile, as naturally as they could (in spite of the bubble of nerves in their stomach), and leant across the bar top. “Or do you want another drink to tide you over until the next singer comes on? God knows that I need something strong to get through more of this.”

[anseleyman]

status: open to everyone location: twilight cinema, early november All of his bones ache. That he knows for sure, even if Ansel is one for dramatics. He lays out dramatically on the bench, the smell of popcorn and dust saturating the air. Not one smell was more familiar, and it was just faint enough to not make him nauseous. He would nap here if he could, but some movie theater attendant was not happy with him last time. Plus Twilight Cinema was his favorite spot to get away, so he couldn’t risk the threat of getting an unneeded banned for life punishment. He feared that may be coming true as he felt a presence loom over him.  “I know Oscar, I know.”  Ansel, as graceful as ever, rubs his eyes as he sits up. “I’m not sleepin’, just waitin’ for the theater to- Oh.” He stops in his tracks. It wasn’t the old usher standing in front of him. “Sorry, thought you were someone else.”

[raine-jones]

I’ll Make a Deal With You || OPEN

Location: Whitegrass property Time: 6 dec @shiverstarters​

Raine had walked away from the vigil like a rat running from a cat. They were standing near the tree line, their hands shaking as they tried to light what little was left from the joint they had started that morning. They could feel grief settling in their chest. Jacob was dead, and their heart was beating at a surging rate that it almost scared them. They sighed in asparation when the joint started burning, and took a very long inhale before letting themselves lay down in the grass. Their eyes closed they could hear someone approaching behind them. The weed was strong, it would take about a few minutes for it to raise a wall of fog in their brain, but they were already celebrating the possibility. 

The person got nearer, and Raine opened their eyes again. They patted the pocket of their jeans. “If it’s a joint you want, they’re five bucks a piece,” they said.

[herwildwhisper]

when: early December, 2019 – evening where: Buckshot Bar & Grill with: open / @shiverstarters

Outside, the threat of snow pressed on, the dark sky heavy with clouds. Blackrock was cold, this time of year, and it would only get colder as winter marched in on icicle-feet. But Buckshot was warm, and filled to the brim with folks seeking refuge from another frosty December evening.

Mar had snagged a table about a half hour ago, before Buckshot had begun filling up. It was business as usual – she’d ordered a whiskey sour that was more whiskey than sour, a plate of fries with ranch, and had settled in for a change of scenery, at least for a little while. Her legs were crossed at the ankles as she sat there, reading, but she had an eye on the crowd regardless: ingrained habit.

Only when she saw another lone patron looking around for something – she assumed a free table – did she quietly snap her book shut and speak up.

“Hey– y’need somewhere to sit?”

“This one’s free.” She gestured to the spot across the table from her.

[oxdendine]

“You’re not going to find much other than the bottom of  the glass over there,” Clover says as she brings a small canister of Oxendine Farms maple syrup to the door of Last Drop Bar. They were getting frisky with their cocktails as well as introducing a new brunch menu that mainly consisted of pancakes, and her father was happy to do business with them. “Anyone inside is either drunk or getting there. Hey-- can you help me with the door? I only have two hands.”