[designedonchaos]

“Do you think a Christmas tree would fit in an RV? Maybe they sell little ones…” Gus was standing amongst the giant spruces, musing at all the different trees that had been arranged near the various vendors selling hot drinks, wreaths, Christmas items… he had a sweatshirt zipped under a bigger warmer jacket, and his chihuahua’s head was poking out from inside. He glanced down at her, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Maybe a plastic one would make more sense?” He glanced over, seeing someone else near the stands. “D’you think its kind of silly to spend $50 on a tiny tree for an RV? I could reuse a plastic one… but it won’t smell as nice.”

@codstarters​

[thegiannarose-blog1]

“Oh absolutely. They have a bunch of different size Christmas trees from super small to super big.” Gianna couldn’t help but get excited seeing the chihuahua’s head pop out of the other’s jacket. She loved dogs and always got excited when she saw one. Especially when she was out walking her pug. “A plastic one would do too but you have to have somewhere to store it during the rest of the year. I have a smaller plastic tree that I use in addition to a real tree because I’m just that extra. And yes, it is absolutely worth it. What’s Christmas without a tree?” Gianna loved Christmas time, it was her favorite time of the year even though she didn’t have family in New York to celebrate it with. She loved the lights and the atmosphere and Christmas music. 

[thegiannarose-blog1]

Another night, another open mic. This had been Gianna’s routine ever since she moved to New York City to pursue her music career. She walked onto the small stage of the bar and stood in front of the microphone. A band behind her who usually played with her when she preformed at this bar. She was a regular there performing once a week to try and get her name and her music out into the world. She took a seat in front of the microphone and the band started playing. She started singing shortly after, singing one of the most recent songs that she had written. 

Once she finished the song she smiled as the crowd gave her a roaring applause. This was a feeling that made all of her struggles worth it. She wasn’t making much money off of music. Only the money she made in tips. Her Princess Party business where she both ran the business and performed as a multiple princesses was getting her by but was not by any means making her rich. But she loved what she did. She loved singing and she loved performing and she’d rather be struggling doing what she loved then to work a 9 to 5 job she was miserable doing. 

When she stepped off stage she went to the bar to order herself a drink. The bartender was a friend of hers and because she was a regular she never had to pay. Her brought her the drink she ordered and took a seat so she could socialize and enjoy the other acts after a long day of work. @codstarters​ 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTXwu3xmifk

[willowxlevine]

“–So then I told him that if he ask me back to his place one more time I was going to throw my drink on him…and then I just did it anyways. I mean, fuck that guy.” Sutton began to speak her truth about the events that just unfolded that evening. “Anyways, he got really mad and called me a little bitch. I don’t remember exactly the sequence of what happened next but all I know is that my fist connected with his jaw and that’s how I got arrested.” How she was speaking was far too casual for the story that she was telling but trouble did seem to follow her. @codstarters​

[thegiannarose-blog1]

Gianna couldn’t help but laugh at the story as she had been in that same position so many times. Though she never had actually thrown her drink on someone there have been many of times where she wanted to. She clapped her hands in response while leaning forward to laugh. “That’s great, good for you girl.” Hearing the story continue with a physical altercation she was a bit surprised but she had to hand it to her, she had a lot of guts to do something like that and as a fellow female she felt a sense of pride. “I can’t believe you got arrested for that. The guy was clearly not leaving you alone when you asked him to.” 

[deviousyolo]

Another bartender fired. It was the fifth one in a span of three months and the rooftop bar/lounge owner couldn’t quite find trustworthy sources to hire another one for the night. Certainly, she knew they would have a new one by the morning but alas, she was bartender-less on one of the islands and not wanting to admit defeat under any circumstance, the businesswoman found herself serving shots and cocktails alike after a brief introduction to the art of trendy cocktails from the rest of the bartenders.

Upon sensing a new presence on a stool in front of herself, Yolo smirked immediately. “Welcome to 230 Fifty, what can I get for you? Can I recommend anything from our Igloo bar menu? I can personally vouch for the Almond Joy Hot Chocolate. First drink is in the house.” // @codstarters​

[thegiannarose-blog1]

After escaping yet another horrible date Gianna had every intention to enjoy the rest of the night, even if it was on her own. Her date had convinced her to allow him to take her too this bar and she was intrigued by the drink selection so she agreed. However after an hour of listening to his sexist comments she made her escape. She wished she had convinced him to take her to a place that would allow her to perform. She wasn’t about to waste a perfectly good night so she decided to enjoy a few drinks by herself before heading home. 

When she approached the bar she smiled at the bartender and nodded at her recommendation. “It’s not my first drink tonight but you seem like you know what you’re talking about so I’ll have that.” She said before handing over her card since her previous drinks had been paid for by the man who had taken her out on the date. “If the man in igloo with the suit and tie under his coat with the dark hair asks, I wasn’t feeling well and I left.”

[gareybearyweary]

Tis the season to be miserable – The holidays only highlighted how lonely Oliver was. There was no escape from the happy families or the lovey dovey couples. He wasn’t proud of having become such a Grinch but there was nothing positive to look forward to anymore. He had options, friends he could spend this time with, but he didn’t want to feel like an intruder in their family lives. He had tried that shortly after his mother passed and the looks of pity felt worse than being home alone during the holidays.

The supermarket was one of the worst places to be during a time like this but he was completely out of groceries and his favorite delivery place was not planning on opening on Christmas eve. So, the Grinch had no choice but to venture off into Whoville. The shopping portion of the afternoon went smoothly despite his annoyance with the Christmas song blasting through the speakers, it wasn’t until he stepped out into the parking lot and the bottom of his grocery bags ripped open that he was reminded of why he should never leave his cliff. “For fuck’s sake,” he exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.

@codstarters​

[thegiannarose-blog1]

Gianna loved the holiday season. She only had friends to celebrate with but she loved the music, the movies, the atmosphere especially in New York City. One of her favorite things to do was to lay on her couch in her pajamas drinking a cup of hot chocolate while watching a feel good Christmas movie. Especially after a long warm bath. When she realized she was out of hot chocolate she stopped at the grocery store on her way home from a party where she had been portraying Princess Anna. She was still wearing her costume but she had taken her wig off revealing her dark hair that had been tied up to hide under the wig she had previously been wearing. 

She went through the checkout and put the hot chocolate and the rest of her groceries in her bag. She was not bothered by the stares of some people in the store, she was used to that she had owned her own princess business for so long and previously worked in a theme park. She just shrugged it off. When she about to leave she stepped outside and saw someone in the parking lot seeing their bag rip and their groceries fall to the ground. She quickly ran over to help him. “I have an extra reusable bag, these are a lot more sturdy.” She said as she took out the extra bag that she had tucked in the one with her groceries and started picking up the man’s groceries from the ground and putting them into the bag. “You can keep it, don’t worry about it. I have a bunch at home.”