#vacancystart

[wysutton]

Glancing around, Wyatt brought the forty to his lips. He took a deep drink before hiding the bottle behind his bag. It was only two PM and Jimmy would still be lurking around the motel ground. The escort didn’t want to be thrown from the pool yet again so early in the day. He really needed to work on his tan. He’d been neglecting tanning to hang out with either Emery or Shiloh. Pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, he leaned back on the chaise lounge. 

The taste of alcohol was thick on his tongue and he felt at peace. At least until the little shits showed up to splash around in the pool. His ears perked up hearing someone settle down close to him. “If you’re thinking about robbing me, I’d prefer if you left the forty. I’m on a schedule and I can’t interrupt my drinking for something as stupid as a robbery.”

[ollieprince]

Snow. White, bright, motherfucking snow. Ollie wondered if he was having an out of body experience when he woke up in the morning and looked out the window. The city seemed quiet, almost as if it was uncertain about the weather outside. He could relate. He was from Australia where the cold wasn’t exactly a worry. And since moving to the States, he’d only seen snow a handful of times when visiting New York. Between the robbery at the diner and now the snow, Ollie thought he was losing his mind. He didn’t even want to think about the stare down with a fox of some sort a few days before. The morning called to treating himself, which meant an extra large can of RedBull -- the original so he could actually taste the fuel entering his body. Exiting Delgado’s, he looked up at the sky allowing the snow to land and nestle into his beard. “Is snow a good or bad omen? Because I’m not sure what to make of this white shit.” He glanced over at the person hovering outside the store. 

[keegantabacchi-blog]

Keegan: so listen I'm thinking we should sneak some alcohol to friends giving

Keegan: I would need your help tho

[ezra--benson]

Ezra had always found that the best place to spend his break was up on the roof near the pool, sure it had the best view of the place. It was easy to get up there and with his lunch from the grille, he’d settle there for his hour break, headphones on as he either read our pulled out his sketch book. Today it was the later and he wiped his hands on his jeans, picking up his pencil again as he started to draw the skyline he saw ahead of him. The bottom of the picture was of the pool and just as he started to draw some of the chairs in front of him, someone down below stepped into view and blocked the sun out completely. With a frustrated sigh, Ezra pushed off his headphones and yelled out at the person below him. “Hey! You mind moving your ass for like...five minutes? You’re in my shot.”

[nadiaruns-blog]

if there was anything to be known about nadia benson, it was the fact that she had an incurable sweet tooth. wherever she went, she was sure to have candy with her and that included work. it wasn’t uncommon to find a a small bowl of sweets next to her for her entire shift and by the end it would be completely empty. nadia wasn’t exactly the type to share either. the moment she sees a hand reaching for a piece she warns the offender, “ those aren’t complimentary. ”

[sebfrom205-blog]

Seb had torn his motel room apart, hoping he’d brought his guitar case in the night before rather than leaving it in his vehicle -- although he knew the truth. The case wasn’t in the truck, and that meant it was gone. Sinking to the floor outside his room, he pressed his eyes closed. At someone’s approach, Seb tried and failed to smile. “Sorry. Will get out of your way.”

[karaashburn-x-blog]

"A penguin? Really?" The redhead shook her head as she refilled the man's coffee cup. "I believe you've had way too much to drink and should think about getting a cab home, no amount of coffee is going to sober you up tonight," she said as she leaned back up. Kara turned to walk away when a hand found its way to her ass. The young woman instantly smacked it away, "hands off the merchandise pal," she told the drunk man and moved back to the bar quickly. "Well I've had enough of that for one day, I'll be so happy when my shift is over," she huffed out to one of the other waitresses who assured her that she would finish looking after the drunk man if she took the new one that just came in. "Sure thing Deb," Kara saluted the older waitress and grabbed her writing pad from her apron before moving over to the table, "Howdy, my name's Kara and I'll be your server tonight, what can I get for you? Clam chowder is the special for the night."

[daybellflower-blog]

“Everyone says that Continuum is John Mayer’s best album, but Room for Squares is. I am a firm believer in this. Room for Squares is the better John Mayer album. Fight me. Unless we’re counting EPs. But don’t even get me started on Inside Wants Out.”