#sogstarters

[h-ellriot]

Home, sweet home.

I actually kind of wish I was still at the Bayou.

[h-ellriot]

First of all, I don’t think I was this closely guarded or on as tight a curfew when I lived with my parents - second of all, I have three hours, so we’re having real coffee. For real. With all the crap in it that makes it less real.

[h-ellriot]

If you’re gonna stare, you don’t have to do it all creepy like that. You can come over here and make eye contact, you know.

[determineddeveraux]

Her hands trembled as she took in the sight of the beautiful art deco windows of Rousseau’s smashed into tiny little pieces. She had spent months saving for those ornate windows and even longer deliberating with Jane-Ann and Monique over which ones would suit her restaurant. Now it was destroyed. Clutching the broom and shovel, Sophie started cleaning up the mess. Her mouth was set in a thin line as she crouched outside what was left of the window that looked out onto the street.

Distracted for a moment, Sophie accidentally sliced her hand on a shard of the glass. “Shit,” she hissed, scrunching her face up in pain as blood started flowing out from the wound. 

[oliverlatour-blog]

“What do you need? Be quick about it.”

[casey-dunbar-blog]

Don't look at me like that. I've been living off of hospital food — pretty sure they get paid to keep people hospitalized with the crap they serve.

[noraainsley]

"Was anyone caught?"

[wildstormofagirl]

"This place is not nearly as good as Rousseau's."