“alright, alright, vanessa. that’s enough...” he said towards his seven year old daughter who was now grilling the patron that sat across from her and on the other side of the bar. “i know when someone has had enough to drink, pa and this asshole is it.” his eyes widened at the curse word that fell from his daughters mouth. fuck. he only had himself to blame, and her mother would not be happy -- not at the language, and definitely not the time she was up. “language, vanessa!” tomas shook his head, crouching down to her height. “you’re going to go into the back room, you’re going to pack up your school work, and you’re going to wait for me to close up. that’s an order.” the little girl grilled her father, the same look she was giving the other man before. the way her eyes narrowed down on him reminding him of his ex-wife, but he remained stern, watching do just as he said and walk into the backroom. “alright, the kid was right you need to fuck off. i’ll order you an uber.” the man sighed, throwing the wet rag on the bar and walking towards the register, where he always kept his phone. it was while searching for the uber app that he heard the door of the bar open, the bells ontop of the door announcing someones entrance. “sorry, we’re about to close!” he shouted without looking up. “come back tomorrow!”
and here i bring you trash that i can’t wait to explore and write. i tried to finish this really quick while at work before my boss got here.
willow garrison, 25; grand believer of aliens, writer of fanfiction, and older sister to 3 siblings who she is now solely raising reason being that her father is a drunkard, who is most likely out stealing government checks from people’s mailboxes. at the age of 12 willow moved to westfield, connecticut from brooklyn, new york. this being due to the fact that everyone from the building she lived at was being kicked out because of a fancy new matcha place being built there. gentrification, yes. finding out they were being kicked out, willow came to live in maine with her cousins for a while, along with her father and siblings, and eventually gathered enough money or section 8 housing helped alot move out and afford their own apartment (probably one of the smallest apartments here, no one but the building manager is aware of the section 8 housing). now, with the ability to work,willow is a waitress, and takes various jobs here and there to be able to keep food on the table for her kiddies (her kiddies, not her fathers).
she is a pisces.
she’s never actually been in a real relationship, doesn’t know what that is, doesn’t have the time. in fact, if you’d ask her, she has lived through many different relationships from the amount of fanfiction she writes.
is bisexual.
is actually writing fanfiction under a pseudonym so her friends and family don’t find out. someone please be here best friend and be her beta.
loves her siblings more than life, will do anything for them. big momma bear type.
she had to grow up really fast.
caleb townsend, 25, born and raised in westfield, connecticut, previous inmate, arrested for carrying drugs with intent to sell or distribute, buying drugs with intent to use, and had a mild addiction when he was in his third year of college. used uppers to get him to concentrate while in classes, didn’t think he would actually become addicted because caleb believed he was “strong of mind” here. he was able to finish college while in jail through a program his parents were able to finance (before their death) and is now attending law school because he managed to keep up good grades. caleb came out of jail with a huge amount of money due to his parents inheritance and is trying to be good, and keep away from drugs now that he has been three years sober. the biggest regret he has in life is not being there for his parents and letting them down in a way only caleb townsend could. he still has his parents house unable to sell it or bring himself to actually visit and clear things out.
scorpio
is trying to become reaquainted with life outside of jail like when did iphones lose their buttons?
kind of a huge dork, to be honest. doesn’t mean bad, but ends up fucking up half the time.
has trouble talking about his feelings, alot of pent-up frustration, you know? could explode at any minute.
was probably in a relationship before jail? i don’t know. a possibility.
tomas dejong, 33; owner of bar forty six, a sports bar across the street from the apartment complex. arrogant and an asshole but will make you pancakes on a good day. born and bred connecticut man. has a daughter with his ex-wife, they’re on good terms because communication is a thing in their relationship. they realized the relationship had just run its course. despite being an asshole, he has that thing going for him, owning up ti his mistakes and fuck-ups. full conversations on what went wrong where. has toxic energy but that’s just his face really, will probably curse you out though because he has no filter, he has no idea what that is, except maybe around his 3 year old babygirl. tomas opened up a bar when he gave up on trying to please his parents and become a finance guy on wall street, that shit just wasn’t for him. went to yale, dropped out, took out a business loan and never looked back. he’d tell you falling out his parents grasp was the best shit he has ever done because he owes them nothing. the name his bar has made for itself is only on him.
a gemini
a no bullshit kinda guy, will kick you out of his bar himself if you’re causing issues for him (this is the only thing i’ve brought from xander lmao when he took shiloh out himself)
some say he came out of the womb saying the word ‘fuck’
treats staff like family because he truly believes you choose your own family? blood does not make family.
has only had one-night stands, i would think. will not bring anyone near his daughter if he doesn’t see anything serious happening with them.
