#tcmmymonroe

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tommy here!

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ariel was known for making absolutely shit decisions in life. it usually wasn’t his fault, the cards he’d been dealt had never been exactly ideal, but even on top of that he tended to lean towards being purposefully bad at doing things well. moving to redwater hadn’t been one of those shit decisions, unless he took into account the weather (which he usually did), but leaving new orleans in the first place probably was. that aside, he didn’t really regret it. making no attempt to not sound like an overused phrase, life was too short to dwell on regrets. and he liked his job, for the most part. it kept him out of the rain and sometimes, if he was feeling especially charming, he even got tips, which was a big plus. however, he had to wear a tiny white apron around his waist, and he thought it was probably the worst piece of fabric he’d ever had to put on his body.

the diner was never what anyone would consider busy, and he’d taken the opportunity to step out front for a smoke when he noticed the rain had subsided for the time being. he propped his hip against the brick exterior, cigarette dangling from his lips as he struggled to make a spark with his million and two year old lighter.