#swynopen

[apennywasted]

working summer

[nate-nosedive]

Shred and Slide || Open

[ifonlysomeoneloved-henry]

To Win Friends & Influence People - Open

[hngrylikethewoolf]

homeward bound || open

[zarinabunmi]

Shopping Spree {open}

Zarina's favorite time of the week was when whosits and whatsits had new stock. She had made a deal with a clerk awhile ago that if there was a good tip she would supply cupcakes and they had come through majorly this week.

Handblown glass perfume bottles and a set at that!

Zarina was almost vibrating at the excitment. "Do you want to smell this? I think there are hints of lavender? I'm hoping this other one might still have some citrus notes."

[dodgerxjones]

Back Step Blues | Open

Dodger slumped down against the back wall of the bakery as if the day had personally offended him. He set his bag beside him with a tired thump. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a lighter, only to stop, squinting at the flame like he was trying to remember why he'd even bothered in the first place. "You ever have one of those days?" He asked, to nobody in particular, grateful to be heard by anybody who was willing to hear. 

"Where the only thing that went right was not trappin' yourself in the walk-in freezer?" He snapped the slighter closed, leaning his head back against the wall. Then, after a quick beat, he cracked one eye open and looked over at the person who'd stopped.

"Tell you what," he said, leaning forward slightly. "If you've got spare time, and a tolerance for cheap beer, I know a place what don't ask too many questions. You look like you could use it too. What do you say?"

[dodgerxjones]

Loose Threads - [Open]

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Dodger was sat on the back steps of the Blue Oven Bakery, hunched over frayed canvas bag that he brought with him to work. Sometimes he brought food in it, sometimes he took food home in it. But, today, there was something far less appealing hanging out in there that certainly hadn't been there this morning. A sock. A frilly sock that most certainly didn't belong to him. 

He pulled it out between two fingers, keeping it at arm's length as if it might be exuding some kind of poison. "Alright," he muttered, talking more to the sock than anyone in particular. He glanced up, quickly taking a scan of who might be responsible. Catching someone's eye, he moved his extended arm out towards them, sock included. "Hey. Be honest. Does this look like somethin' you maybe could have dropped?" He paused, tilting his head a little to one side as a coy smile crossed his lips. "No judgement, of course. I mean, everyone's got secrets. Yours just might happen to be sock-shaped, maybe."

[kronk-cooks]

Ice to Meet You || Open