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willowxgraham:

It was one of Willow’s first days at the bar and while she knew fake ids were a possibility she never expected to see one so soon. She certainly couldn’t blame her for trying, Willow certainly had in the past. “I’m just saying you don’t look 21 and I’ve used enough fake ids to know when to spot them. But if you want to try me how about I give you a quiz? What was the number one song everyone was singing when you were in middle school?” She figured it might be easier to gage her age based on pre-teens taste in popular music.

Agnes wanted to laugh at the question, but she suppressed it with nothing more than an amused smile. “Well, I was in middle school for three years, but it ranged from the ‘Apple bottom jeans and the boots with the fur, with the fur’” The girl sang, pointing both fingers up in a lame dance move, “To ‘Tik tok, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up, tonight’.” But she spared the girl from having to listen to too much of her singing. She didn’t have to be in middle school to know what had been playing on the radio, she simply had to remember what songs were popular when she was in 4th and 5th grade, not 7th and 8th.

#willow

rcsaliciaxiglesias:

She wasn’t the boss of this place nor did she have any authority to actually arrest a minor for being here - if the woman was one, Rosalicia had no business to intervene as much as she had already. Looking over to the bartender, he shook his head and walked away. “I guess you’re free to have your drink then.” She chuckled, unfazed by her snappiness just now. She had to deal with many angry people in her line of work, so something like this wasn’t a big deal.

Agnes laughed, shaking her head slightly, “Nah, he’ll bring me back an apple juice in a kid’s cup, a to-go one, too. He thinks I’ll get the hint to leave, but I never do.” She said with a shrug. On the nights when the other bartender was in, she could get a drink, but this guy knew better, it seemed. Honestly, she knew it wasn’t his fault, but that didn’t make her any less angry. “One day I’ll win him over...or wear him down. I’m not fussy.”

#rosalicia

ezrakgraven:

“I’ve often heard the phrase ‘pride comes before the fall’ but I’ll admit, I had no idea it as quite so literal,” he said lightly, opting to go ahead and take a seat in the middle of the alley where he had crouched down. Considering how one of her many complaints had been about his overfamiliarity with her earlier, Ezra was still mindful to remain at a distance. Pulling his legs up, he crossed them at the ankles while he wrapped his arms around them keeping his knees close to his chest; a bid to make himself seem smaller and less threatening. Taking into account how she had turned away almost as soon as he’d come out here, he didn’t pry when she went silent. Though he didn’t entirely feel comfortable with the idea of leaving her entirely to her own devices given her state, he could still more than respect the fact that she might not be in the mood for company either.

He chuckled at her use of his own words. “Aye, though in all honesty our minds tend to be a much safer place for us to tumble about. I know we didn’t exactly get off on the right foot, and I’m not about to try out the old cliche of ‘I know what you’re feeling’ because I know it’s bullshit and doesn’t work. But, if you’d like a sympathetic ear, I’ve got a pair I don’t mind lendin’ ya.”

Agnes laughed through her tears, giving an embarrassing and quite snotty snort. Quickly, she covered her nose with one and hand fished around in her pockets for a tissue. Thankfully, she had a napkin in the pocket of her jacket and quickly wiped and then blew her nose. At least the fit of tears she had was starting to melt away. More than before, guilt ate at her for being so rude to him before. “Why do you have to be so nice?” She groaned softly, giving him an annoyed pout. It’d be easier just to have someone other than herself to hate for a few minutes. Still, tears rolled down her cheeks and she dabbed at them with the dirty make-shift tissue in her hand. Three months had come and gone and she still found herself falling apart as sporadically as she had the first few weeks, except now she had to function at the same time, run a business, think about her classmates graduating while she struggled to study for a GED.

In all honesty, she wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for. The ever present hunger gnawed at her stomach, his pulse pounding in her ears, but she’d fed last night, so she could swallow that feeling for another day, or at least until she got home. “I don’t think I have a right foot to get off on, I was born with two left ones, though.” The mousy haired girl told him, leaning back against the cold wall of the club. “I think I already covered the basics of the shit show that is my life these days,” She sighed, resting her head back and closing her eyes while she focused on her breathing, though it was a useless habit these days. “Three months ago my dad died. I inherited the business he opened when I was five. I had to...I had to do all of those things that I wasn’t supposed to have to do until I was fifty, make funeral arrangements, submit an obituary to the paper. I’d never lived on my own before, or anything, I’d always had him, you know? My mom died when I was little, a drunk driver T-boned us. I don’t remember it, or her, really, but I had him and he was better than having two parents, he was like having a parent and a best friend.” Aggie wiped her eyes again before opening them, leaning her head away from the wall to look at him. “But none of that matters. It’s no excuse for me acting like a complete ass. My dad would have called me out for pulling that back there. Would have called me a pretentious know-it-all, and said something stupid about how he shouldn’t have let me read so many books growing up so I might have better people skills, even though he and I both know that I’m normally great with people, albeit, a bit rambly, but good.” Her tears seemed to stop falling now and she just felt emotionally exhausted. “Knew,” She corrected herself softy, “He and I both knew. And he’d have made me want to apologize too. But, then again, maybe that’s just how he raised me. I’m sorry for being such a bitch.”

#ezra

moonchildjason:

“It’s fine, there’s no need to be nervous,” he assured her, he wouldn’t arrest her, but he would be lying if he said that he wouldn’t have a really serious talk to the bartender if he had sold to her an alcoholic. It was illegal to sell them to someone under 21, and any bar that did it, would suffer some serious consequences, he also really loved that bar, so he was really glad that they weren’t one of those bars that notice that an ID was fake and still sold the person an alcoholic drink. That’s not very responsible. “I won’t arrest you.”

Agnes hadn’t even thought about being arrested, but, of course, that had been an option, hadn’t it. Fake ID’s were a type of felony, weren’t they? That’d be just perfect, putting a hungry little vampire in lock up. It would sure decrease the surplus population of criminals in the area. Still, the girl chewed on the inside of her cheek nervously. “No, I’m not trying to buy alcohol, underage or anything.” She murmured, handing him her fake ID, some sort of good faith gesture. “Things have just been...the business is a lot, I had to drop out of school.” She explained, though, it was really the hunger that drove her to the bar. “And I miss my dad, still. I thought it would lessen, or something, but...” Aggie shrugged, that part was the truth, she missed her father like she missed her heartbeat.

#jason

ezrakgraven:

“I think that’s a rather presumptuous statement about my boss, at best. A very offensive one, at worst,” Ezra said off-handedly as he took the water bottle from the bartender. He had no idea why this teenager felt that she somehow had the forethought or possibly even foresight to be able to dictate how a club would be run, but he found it somewhat amusing that she seemed so adamant to be right. Ezra was in the middle of taking a drink from the water bottle when she tried to imply his use of a pet-name was somehow supposed to demonstrate predatory behavior, and as a laugh ripped out of him at the same time, the blonde had to turn in the opposite direction to keep from spraying her with water. “Oh wow, the mental gymnastics your pulling right now are definitely worthy of the next summer games,” he quipped between laughter.

Though he still had enough sense to reign in his laughter once she began to go off again, and had half a mind to just leave her to her own devices now that she had vacated the bar area, seeing her go down rather hard, Ezra couldn’t really bring himself to turn a blind-eye. So he followed suit and headed over to where she was prone in the alley. Mindful to keep a respectable distance, he crouched down and asked, “Are you hurt?”

Agnes pushed herself up on her scraped palms, tears spilling from her eyes now. She was emotionally charged again, it had been happening a lot since she’d been turned, and since her father’s death, though, they two were basically synonymous to the eighteen year old these days. She sat herself up, feeling the scrapes on her knees sting as they brushed against the pavement of the alley. Leaning back against the wall, she attempted to collect herself, but the bouncer followed her out and disrupted her. Her eyes were a bit sunken and dark, her fangs brushing against gums, so she turned away from the boy, hiding her face beneath a curtain of mousy colored hair. “My pride broke the fall.” She murmured quietly, but began to cry harder. The girl missed her father and her life before all of this.

Honestly, she respected his ability to argue with her and that he didn’t take any shit, but she also knew that she’d been too proud to concede in their argument inside. Though, she did firmly believe that the owner was an idiot for not having a policy about drinking for workers of a club. She’d poured over business books the last few months, trying to get a handle on running the bookstore, and it seemed that all places, even those that didn’t serve alcohol, had some sort of policy about drinking at the workplace. It had something to do with making sure that alcoholics didn’t sue you for discrimination based on a disability, or something like that. She didn’t quite remember with him so close to her, the smell of his blood wafting from his pours and into her nostrils. His pulse sang to her, siren calls begging her to bite into his flesh, but she bit her inner cheek instead, holding the breath she no longer needed to fight the hunger. This is exactly why she’d wanted the alcohol. It took a moment, but her fangs finally retracted into her jaw and she let out a breath. “Now you understand that, while mental gymnastics might be my thing, my coordination is questionable at best when it comes to the physical world.” She whispered, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

#ezra

hugomendoza:

Hugo chuckled when he saw the girl getting irritated. “You need to get a proper fake ID, there are people who will manage to get it for you.” Not that he needed his fake ID anymore, his real ID worked but he had gotten himself one a few years ago when he had been only nineteen. “I am Hugo by the way, have I seen you before? You look very familiar.”

It didn’t take the girl but a moment to figure out that the boy that spoke to her was, in fact, a vampire as well. He didn’t have that smell that those with blood coursing through their veins did. She nodded, sighing in frustration, “Yeah, well, with what they charged, this one should have been fabricated by Christ, himself.” Agnes looked over the boy, he looked to be about her age, or, at least he had been when he’d been turned. And he did look familiar. “Agnes. You might have, I own a bookstore in town. Well, I do now, it was my dad’s. It’s Dessler and Daughter’s Secondhand Bookshop.”

#hugo

rougerunt:

“I mean, technically, underage drinking and providing false proof of identity are considered crimes….” he teased, “But I suppose other than that, no.” Sean, much like the rest of the town, had gotten word about Mr. Dessler. Perhaps that’s why it wasn’t entirely surprising have Agnes suddenly disappear from the school hallways, though it was definitely surprising to realize the absence of a heartbeat where one should very much still be. The werewolf didn’t bring attention to this though; it wasn’t his place to. “It’s still the same pain it’s always been, so can’t say you’re missing too much. Though, rumor has it Mrs. Dexler might finally be retiring.”

“Oh, shush,” Agnes rolled her eyes, it was nice to connect with a classmate again. It felt familiar and comfortable, almost normal for a moment. “I’ll just get a shirley temple.” She told the bartender, finally, giving him a guilty looking smile, “Sorry.” But with that he left, and the girl laughed next to Sean. “You think homework’s a pain, you should try running a business. It’s been three months and I still haven’t got a clue what an LBO is, though, I’ve been offered one, I think.” The girl let out a snort of laughter, covering her mouth and nose in slight embarrassment, but shook her head just the same, “You’d think she’d have retired a decade or two ago, honestly. The woman has to be close to a hundred by now.”

#sean

garrettsinclair:

Garrett enjoyed the life of the small town, he loved having a life that was not confined to laws and curfews. Before he lived as a shadow, now he was living in the sun and he couldn’t be happier. It was one reason he looked for his runs, he took in the view for what it is. He could almost say he felt at home, as if he could have a real life there. It wasn’t something he was sure he could have. But bumping into the poor girl just reminded him he still had to be on high alert, no place was safe not even this one. “Are you sure?” He wanted to make sure she was at least alright and he hadn’t hurt her or anything like that. He wasn’t paying attention which for him wasn’t normal. Anxious eyes searching hers for an answer hoping he hadn’t actually hurt her. “You’re not hurt or anything? I’m really sorry about it. Want me to buy you a coffee or something to make it right?”

Agnes waved him off, offering the older boy a smile. “Yes, I’m good. No scrapes or breaks. See?” She offered, lifting her arms and rolling her ankles awkwardly on the ground. “I could use a hand up, though.” Her playful laughter filled the air as she held her hand up towards him so he could help her. Giving him a playfully scolding look, Aggie rolled her eyes. “You know, if you’d wanted to take me out for coffee, you could have just asked. No need to plow me over. I trip enough on my own as it is.”

#garrett

ezrakgraven:

“There’s no federal regulation on drinking at the workplace, but thank you for clearly demonstrating that the bartender was right in not believing you were apt for a drink,” He shot back with a grin. “No one said anything about manhandling you, so you can keep your wishful thinking to yourself. However, this is a privately owned business and if the owner doesn’t wish to have you here -however minor the disruption- it’s my job to make sure you get out safely. Although I do apologize for trying to be friendly. Sometimes I forget you American types can be a bit uptight about certain things or prefer to take the easy way out and just unleash your personal frustration on the first poor bloke that comes along,” Ezra noted with a jovial shrug.

“No, there is no federal regulation, but as a business owner, I also know that any business owner with half a brain has it written into to their code of conduct, or handbook, that it’s against policy to drink on the job. Especially where a business would be liable for, say, a bouncer, were he to get a policy report filed against him for assaulting a customer and he’d been drinking at the time.” She shot back, not at all intimidated by the older man. “Wishful thinking? You’re an arrogant, pardon my french, ass, that is so clearly shoved up his own ass, it’s no surprise that everything leaving his mouth is utter bullshit.” Agnes stood from her stool, giving him an incredulous look. “Friendly? Is that what you were trying to be? Please, do highlight for me at which point were you trying to be friendly? Between being creepy and calling a young woman you believe to be underage a pet name, or when you offered to escort me out of the building?” She shook her head, grabbing her coat and purse. Any longer, and she might rip into him, physically, simply out of anger.

“Maybe I do take my personal frustrations out on a bartender that won’t give me a drink. But you make assumptions about people you don’t know the first thing about, and we all know what assuming does, don’t we?” Her voice was nearly a growl. “You go lose your father, who’s your only family member left, and your best friend, get thrust into running a business when you’ve yet to even graduate, and deal with telling vendor after vendor, bill collector after bill collector, and customer after customer that you’ve had to bury your father, on top of making sure that you pay all of these bills that your parent wouldn’t have been able to pay without you in the first place, and then you come tell me that you aren’t upset when you can’t get a freaking drink to just unwind for ten damn minutes!” And with the gushing of words finally turning into pools of wetness in her eyes, the girl fled, ducking her head down and running for the side door to leave and avoid the crowd that was out front. Of course, because the girl had been born with two left feet, she tripped over the threshold and onto the hard alley floor.

#tw: death #tw: murder #ezra #this escalated quickly

moonchildjason:

Jason recognized a fake driver’s license, but he didn’t say anything, he also didn’t offer to help, because he was a cop, and he wouldn’t go against the law. He get wanting to drink even though one wasn’t old enough yet, he started to drink when he was seventeen, but he knew that he was wrong. “ Maybe tonight you should drink a soda, I don’t think that they will let you drink.”

Agnes looked over at the man and nearly fell out of her chair. He was a cop. She’d met him when her father had died just three months ago. When she’d died. The girl looked at him nervously, but quickly nodded. “Just a virgin strawberry daiquiri, please.” She told the bar tender, her tone no longer confident and strong, but childlike and nervous. Of course, he’d probably assume it was because she’d been caught trying to drink by a cop, but the reality was, she knew that her father’s death hadn’t been an animal attack, it’d been her, in her first fit of vampire hunger after she’d been changed. Despite the fact that she felt more guilt than she was sure she could handle, because her father had been her best friend and her whole family, she was also scared that this man would look at her an just know her secret. “Sorry,” She whispered to the deputy, biting her lip as her eyes fell to the sticky counter.

#jason #tw: death

dominicacton:

“Yeah, sure. Your ID has the wrong watermark on it, sweetheart.” Dominic told her with a roll of his eyes. “I could call the cops.” He hated doing shit like this, but he needed the money - and yet, when the girl lowered her voice, the brunet blinked down at her, not having realized the smell until she pointed it out. There were always so many people in the bar, he learned to turn off that kind of thing. After contemplating his answer and letting out a heavy sigh, Dom agreed. “Fine. What kind of fix do you want? Tequila, vodka…?”

Agnes sighed, she’d be going back to that little bastard that sold it to her and getting her money back. At the mention of the cops, she stiffened a bit, she didn’t need that kind of trouble, really. And having a fake ID was a felony. What if they locked her up and her hunger eventually got to be too much, and she killed again. The girl was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t open her mouth again until he agreed to give her something. “I don’t know, vodka’s fine.” She said with a grateful smile, though a sad one. “Look,” She kept her voice down, “I wasn’t lying about owning a bookstore, I really do. I got turned before I could graduate, and then my father...he passed away a few days later.” Aggie stretched to rub the back of her neck nervously. “I had to drop out, it’s been three months. I’m just trying to get a handle on this all.”

#dom

elijahforbes:

“Oh, good.” Elijah watched as the girl seemed to unlock it and then smile, and he smiled as well. It just meant that it was definitely hers, and he didn’t have to worry about taking it to the restaurant nearby or something for if anyone came looking for it. “I definitely wouldn’t do that… though, I guess you’re right, some people might. That just seems so crazy to ever do when you could just return it to someone.”

“My dad always says the mirror of a man’s heart is his actions.” Instantly, she bit her lip and looked away. “Said, I mean. He always said.” Agnes sighed, even three months later it was still hard to correct herself when she talked about him in present tense. “But, I guess I that some people have their reasons, right? I mean, for some people finding a phone and selling it might mean food for their family or something. I try my hardest not to judge, though, I think we all fall into the trap of judgments.”

#elijah

vampirerosalie:

Rosalie could tell from the look on the girl’s face that she was concerned, but evidently not about her own well-being. She allowed herself to relax just a little bit with Agnes assured her that she was okay, nodding her head as she carefully stood back up. “And the books, no damage to any of them?” She asked politely. Rosalie froze the moment the other asked if she was a vampire, hesitating as she tried to decide how best to respond. “Yeah, I am. But keep your voice down, it’s not something you want people overhearing.”

Agnes’s eyes fell back to the books, looking over the ones that had hit the sidewalk. They had a bit of dirt and one had scratched on the pavement, but other than that they were fine. “One went from mint condition to very good, but it’s not a first edition anyway.” She said with a small sigh, but shrugged it off. The book would get her attention later. For now, she put it back into the bag, frowning guiltily at her mistake. “Sorry,” She mumbled, “I just have only met a few others. I’m Agnes.”

#rosalie

rougerunt:

Sean couldn’t help but overhear the other’s predicament, being in the next barstool over and all -wolfie ears aside- so he turned to face the girl with sympathetic smile. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re not really going to get much of anywhere with that guy. He’s super strict, and he’s been working here for ages so he’s not easily fooled,” he said taking a sip of his water. “I’m only allowed in here because my sister used to bartend and he knows I’m not one to actually try to drink.”

Agnes looked at Sean and sighed. They’d been classmates up until a few months ago, when she’d been changed, her father had died, and she’d dropped out of school to run the bookstore. It seemed like a lifetime ago, which, in reality, it was a different life, one where she’d been alive, at the very least. “Can’t blame a girl for trying, right?” She asked him. “How’s school?”

#sean

Biography

#tw: death #tw: murder #bio #about

dominicacton:

Dominic rolled his eyes and leaned against the bar, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’d settle for a student ID with an age on it, if you had one. But that’s clearly a fake.” He pointed out, to tired to deal with this the way he was supposed to. “So… my suggestions are: get a better fake, or get a legal friend to get the booze for you.”

“Oh, yes, because everyone that’s twenty-one attends college. Unfortunately, I don’t because I’m too busy owning my own bookstore.” She snapped at him, shaking her head. Still, she could smell that he wasn’t human, his pulse didn’t make her want to bite into his flesh, because, like her, he didn’t have one. “Do you smell my blood?” She asked, lowering her voice to just a whisper. “I just need something to help with the hunger. Please.”

#dom

elijahforbes:

Elijah jumped a bit when the girl’s head shot up at the tap of her shoulder, but he knew it was to be expected. She didn’t know he was speaking to her, and while that was understandable, he had to make sure it wasn’t hers before going to give it to the coffee shop to hold onto (since it was the closest place to where he found the phone, he assumed it would be a decent place to drop it off). “It’s yours?” He asked hopefully when the girl reacted the way she did, sighing in relief as she took it from him. “It’s definitely something I would do… so don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, I think so.” Agnes took the phone and unlocked it with her thumb, just double checking that it was in fact hers, but when her screensaver popped up, she smiled. It was still the old photo of her parents that she’d taken a shot of to use when she’d first gotten the phone. A twinge of guilt bubbled in her as it always did, though, when she saw her father’s smiling face. She sent him a silent apology in her head, but clicked the phone off so she didn’t have to look at it anymore. It was a reminder as to why she needed to control her hunger. “Still, you could have gotten it unlocked and sold it on craigslist, or something. It shows good character that you returned it.”

#elijah

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