#volumestart

[crmsns]

location: battle of the bands

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don’t tell him i told you, but christian was kind of having an amazing time at battle of the bands. the chance to get out of woodstock? shooting the shit with his friends? a few bucks to spare after some lucky hands at the mean-eyed cat? there was even the faintest trace of a smile on his face as he sidled up to the bar, and accidentally bumped elbows with someone else there. “hey,” he said. “want a drink? on me.”

[serafinastm]

OPEN STARTER // @volumeupdates​

     HER HANDS ARE FULL, one holding a stack of discarded cups and the other holding a few bottles of beer. “these aren’t mine,” sera instantly begins, and there’s no way she’d be able to drink all of this, but just in case someone was thinking about it. “i’m just trying to clean up a little, don’t want these falling into the river or anything.” or be used in a fight, she thinks, but she’s hoping that’s just her mind creating scenarios. 

[oofkemal]

@volumeupdates​

location: woodacre barn / reception ♥ ​

status: open to all ♥ 

as he takes a seat, kem removes his bowtie, releases a couple buttons from his shirt and takes a sip from his shoot — it's that cheap champagne that's not really champagne at all, but asking kem to find a fault today would be near enough impossible when just a few feet away is his wife. 

he’ll watch max as she’s on the dancefloor, unable to prevent his laugh anytime he hears hers, bopping his head along to the music while he rests his feet a moment. he’s a terrible dancer — he would say the worst — yet all he wants to do is dance today. whether he’s bad or not, he literally couldn’t care less tonight.  

he’ll catch the silhouette of another only when they come closer, a warm smile on his features as he turns to them, his gaze slowly following. " you gotta invite me to yours now, it’s only fair. "

[sleevcdhearts]

location: high volume, breakroom  availability: open ! @volumeupdates​

“this is how the irish intended coffee to be drunk. so we really should honour them. unless we like, wanna be stalked by leprechauns or some shit.” feigning casual rebellion, nazanin leaned against the counter, one elbow propped up, sipping her whiskey laced coffee slowly. it was day three - time to shed that angelic glow and daughter-of-the-boss taint. sure, her sister might be the wild child, insurrection etched into her bones; but naz knew how to shapeshift. she could become anyone, if the situation called upon it. take right now - eyes on her co-worker, she studied them curiously; determined to edit her pitch to their desires. taking the plunge, she wiggled the flask out of her bra and extended it, shaking it playfully. “can i tempt you?”

[mvxsinc]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐅𝐎𝐑:  everyone  <3  @volumeupdates​​ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  battle  of  the  bands,  somewhere  on  the  festival  grounds  honestly  idk

     SHE’S  SCOUTING  THE  AREA  FOR  A  FRIENDLY  FACE  when  she  notices  them.  max,  two  containers  of  fries  in  her  hands  and  happily  chewing  on  the  last  piece  of  a  hotdog,  makes  way  over  to  her  ex  -  colleague.  «  fries  ?  »  she  offers  in  greeting.  «  the  guy  in  the  booth  gave  me  extra.  i  think  he  was  flirting  with  me.  »  it’s  mostly  a  joke,  mostly  because  maxine  can’t  really  see  why  anyone  would  wanna  do  that.  boosts  her  confidence  anyway.  «  i  also  think  it  might  be  working.  maybe  i’ll  go  back  there  later,  »  she  contemplates,  even  though  she  knows  she  won’t.

[martytsui]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: high volume, backroom (because marty’s bored) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: open to anyone! @volumeupdates​

lacking any other real entertainment in town and with the promise of an answer to a very important question in a store currently populated with more flies than actual human beings, marty finds herself in the backroom of high volume even when it’s not her shift, making a tower of cd cases, all because they wanted to know how tall they are when that’s the measurement used. it could be relevant one day, somehow. she puts down the eighty-seventh cd case and stands back and that’s when they hear footsteps behind her, no doubt just walking in on their little activity. “oh hey,” they casually greet, looking back at the other in complete ignorance about what had happened. “do you know where i can find more empty cd cases? kinda in the middle of something important and i ran out.”

[shapiros]

OPEN STARTER. ( @volumeupdates​ )

– “CHECK THIS OUT,” BLAIR SAYS, coming out of the break room on monday morning. she’s just punched in, though she’s a little stoned and not really in the mood to work today. especially when there’s something to gossip about. “ found this over the weekend, ” she says – though technically reyna found it. blair will just openly take the credit as she slides jerry’s wallet across the counter toward the person at the register. it gives her kind of a weird feeling, but she tries to play it off with nonchalance, cradling her head in her hands as slightly reddened eyes look up expectantly at the person in front of her.

[pinkribbcn]

location : riverboat casino availability : open ( @volumeupdates​ ) 

to say that josie was nervous to be there was an understatement. not only was this her greatest sneaking out ruse she had ever tried to pull off. she did the whole make it look like she was sleeping and even put a cassette tape of her snoring on blast so that her parents wouldn’t suspect a thing. and even though that was new and exciting, she was worried about so many things. what if i get seasick? what if i accidentally start gambling and become addicted? what if i gamble just once and end up going to hell because this is the devil’s game? what if i end up going overboard? so many things raced through her mind but there was a part of this that was exciting. 

josie was sneaking out, to do something other than work or band practice. in other words, this was josie’s first time sneaking out that wasn’t because she was committed to something. it was because she wanted to go. but that didn’t stop her stomach from churning on the boat from all of the ways tonight could go wrong. 

after having her first shot at the pregame, josie decided shots weren’t for her. but she did think maybe she could try to get something in her system to take the edge off, to make everything feel less daunting and scary all of the time. she turned to one of her high volume coworkers and asked, “what’s a good drink that’s like...fruity and sweet and doesn’t burn?”