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[dolcedulcet]

     ‘  don’t  know  when  or  how   i  inadvertently  became  the  inn’s  wedding  planner  . . .  ’  she  trails  off,  gesturing  at  the  abundance  of  flowers  that  litter  the  front  desk  and  pointedly  distract  her  from  getting  any  actual  work  done,  ‘  you  want  a  bouquet  of  fresh  daisies  ?  go  right  ahead,  it  seems  like  we’ve  got  a  million  of  ‘em  coming  in.  ’  

[fervvor]

“nowhere to hide in a town like this,” darry’s tone is bored, if not indistinct. contrary to his badge, the sentiment hardly reads as a threat. “except in plain sight.” he’s leaned back in a bench, arm stretched over the back like he’s fixing to take a nap. given the styrofoam coffee cup diluted with vodka he’s nursing in his other hand, it seems like a nap could be likely. despite the vantage of main street, locals walk by without a second look. too busy going about their evenings. digits flourish, an invitation accentuated by a deadpanned smile. “care to fade into obscurity?”

[smalltcwngirls]

“I hear you,” Fallon acknowledged without ever taking her eyes off the bottles in her hand. She’s an under-pourer, notoriously so. But she covers it up with bar tricks, like flipping over a bottle in her other hand. Or in this case, the awaking shaker. 

He was a tapper, and a nasty one at that. He’d tap the god damn score to Bohemian Rhapsody with his finger against the glass if she let him. Sometimes adding a clearing of the throat to really push the point home. 

Fallon had gotten used to it, but god did it irk her on nights when it was this busy. 

So in the middle of making one drink, she’s already preparing his, going back and forth until both are out and served as quickly as possible. 

Then she turns, and sees someone else ready to make their order. “Sorry about the wait, what can I getcha?” 

[fervvor]

“-- and what do you think you’re doing out so late?”

[dolcedulcet]

the  merriment  of  the  summer  bash  sweeps  main  street  in  a  particularly  warm  swell,  and  despite  her  night  owl  inclinations,  she’s  been  roped  into  a  bit  of  her  own  fun:  face  painting,  proceeds  going  to  the  local  animal  shelter.  ‘  c’mon,  i  promise  you’ll  enjoy  yourself,  ’  she  beams  to  the  nearest  potential  patron,  already  whipping  out  the  fresh  puppy  dog  eyes  and  promising  grin,  ‘   -----   it’s  for  a  good  cause.  whatever  you  want,  i’ll  draw  it.  ’

[smalltcwngirls]

“Excuse me,” Barrett took out one of her headphones, shouting at the other person’s back. Walking home after practice was just insult to injury for her legs. The pain in her calves made them tense under each step. 

Music helped though, she could fade into whatever she was listening too. And it was as if her brain forgot to hurt for a while. 

She’d been looking down to change her song when she noticed it, the small wallet sitting on the hot sidewalk. Squatting down, she picked it up and held it in their direction. “I think you dropped this.”

[hrtwlthony]

“You know what I like the most about this festival?" Anthony asked the person who were standing next to him for a while now. “It’s a great opportunity for the town. There had been many people moving out, many people closing their business, and others just fighting to keep things going.” He sighed quite deeply. He was one of those people, his farm was going great, but business weren’t. Movement was low. “Maybe with more festivals like this one people from other places can see that this is a great place to live, don’t you think?”

[darialys]

Back in New York, you never knew who you might be striking up conversation with. Every interaction was laced with intrigue and opportunity, but in Middle of Nowhere, Missouri? What the hell was the point of small talk if it wasn’t going to lead to anything? 

Still, one month in Old Sprigg and she didn’t have a single friend to call up. She was starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be so bad to talk to a couple people. Her eyes scanned the bar, coming to rest on the person beside her as she flashed them a friendly smile, if not a bit forced. “Really nice weather today, huh?” she began with an almost immediate cringe.