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winona sloane 27 aquarius ♕ Tell me darkness is all you’ve ever tasted. Tell me my lips are like ambrosia from Olympus. Tell me this body is made of moon beams. Tell me the stars are woven in my hair. ♕

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SCOTT:

“Someone has to be different in the sea of losing weight and traveling more.” No matter who you talked to, it was the same resolutions over and over. As if there weren’t any new ones out there to be had. “Jazz,” he said knowing that that music wasn’t everyone cup of tea. 

“If only my bar was a little more sophisticated.” Although she adored the bar almost as much as her own mother once had, the plethora of figures dancing upon vodka veiled counter-tops were enough to prevent the branding of refinement. “I’ve always been a bit of a sucker for the cliche jazz-playing cigar bars and I’d ask you to play in a heartbeat. If you were any good, that is.”

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WALSH:

    “I’m going to tell you what my momma would always tell me—” Leaning forward, she continued. “You shall live your life the way you want.” Smiling as she quoted her mother, she was reminded of the simple times. “Because of what she told me, I’ve chased my dreams of wanting to be a Pastry chef, had a beautiful son that I love and I’ve never looked back.”

“Optimism,” she professes. “Cute.” Although Winona believed the statement was brimming with a sense of naivety, she had opted to hold her tongue. “You have a son?”

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BROOKS:

“Commitment, and I think it has to do with the fact that most people aren’t necessarily content with their lives. Even if they are, they’re constantly seeking to better themselves and they’re using the whole ‘clean slate’ angle to try and become something better.” She shrugged. “But then, as soon as they see full the gym is—it’s downhill from there, and a new cycle begins.” Lily explained, laughing a little at the end. “I just skip the whole process to begin with.”

“Sounds like a whole lot of wasted effort,” she responds, pressing pink lips together in understanding. “Why try better ourselves when we can bask in the ample amounts of flaws we possess, right? Besides, Nashville needs some of us to support the liquor and fast food industry.”

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MEADOWS:

Wry grin tugged at the corners of Roslyn’s lips at the blonde’s cynicism. She loved it, in truth. The girl feigned shock, shaking her head. “I’m joining a traveling gym. How did you know?” She asked, doing her best Valley Girl impression. “Are you like…” She asked, brown eyes shifting from left to right as if anyone could possibly be eavesdropping. “Psychic?” She finished in a stage whisper. Leaning back with a grin, she chuckle. “Winona Sloane, does that mean you’re not a ‘new year, new me’ type? Because if your resolution wasn’t more time with Roslyn Meadows, I’m crying myself to sleep tonight.”

“Did you mistake it for the circus? I know which one I’d rather join.” There’s a wry smile curling across her features as she speaks; tugging plump lips upwards and creasing the length of her narrow nose. “If I was psychic, no one would see me for dust, and yet, here I am,” slender arms extended at the sentiment, taking in this particular vicinity. Although Nashville was where her heart resided, battling between studies and her bar was not the most joyous circumstance. “I just never understood a resolution being something which limits you from what you enjoy. So, darlin’, to avoid preventing your beauty sleep, more time with you is still a possibility.”

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WALKER:

Always one with a quick response, Nic didn’t take too much time to dwell on what he was actually going to say. It was never in his nature do so. “Neither. It was to finally talk to the pretty girl at the bar.” He grinned, before taking a seat next to the blonde and holding out his hand. “I’m Dominic, but you can call me Nic.”

“-And how’s that going for you?” Winona opted to survey him momentarily; handsome enough to lure the eyes of the many, with a ruggedness coating smooth features. “I’ll stick with Dominic,” she retorted, assuming Nic would be best kept for those who possessed interest. Nonetheless, preferring to taste the liquor on her lips, she refused the offering of his hand in return. “Sloane.”

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MEADOWS:

“Tease.” Roslyn said, wrinkling her nose - but the slightest grin tugged at the corners of her lips. She took a sip from her own glass - whatever it was was sweet enough to make her immediately distrust it. Apparently picking from the drink selection with whatever name sounded the most interesting hadn’t quite been the best call. She chuckled, nodding her approval at the other’s line. “What are we waiting for? Winona Sloane, take me now.” She teased, voice as seductive as she could possibly manage, that persistent grin lingering. She leaned forward, grin shifting into a more genuine expression. “Isn’t life beautiful on this side of the bar?”

“Give me five, I still have free liquor to take complete and utter advantage of. Besides, I’m sure there’s enough pick-up lines to last the rest of the night,” she purred, amusement glazing her features and pinching crimson cheeks upwards. “Between you and me, brown eyes, life is beautiful on any side of the bar if you’re looking at the contents.”

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WALSH:

    “I used to..” She started, slightly sounding enthused though shrugging. “—until I realized it was pointless in doing so anymore.” Arching her eyebrows at the woman’s next words, she shook her head to both notions. “I’ve done enough traveling these few years to last a lifetime, and as for a gym, I do yoga in the comfort of my own home.”

“As the saying goes, wiser with age,” she responds, compressing her lips together into a half-moon smile. “Is that even a thing? I mean, if I could put my studies on halt and hand over the keys of the bar to another, I’m pretty sure I’d travel until I exceeded my sell-by-date.”

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BROOKS:

In all honesty, the last digit of the year changing didn’t have much of a pull on Lily. It never did, not really, though she used to feel more optimistic about ringing in the New Year. This year, she was almost too certain that not much was going to be changing any time soon. She had been stuck in limbo for so long, there was no way that the end of it was near. “God, no.” She replied, chuckling a little. “If anything, I plan on staying put. I’m not really one for resolutions.” 

“You and I both.” There’s a lengthy pause between them. “I’m not sure if it’s the concept of committing to something skewing my belief, but I never saw the harm in overindulging in things you enjoy and avoiding what you don’t.”

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KING:

Although Elijah listened to the woman speak in silence, his mind wasn’t anywhere but on the topic at hand. His resolutions had always come when he’d let his family down and guilt consumed him – that’s how it had been the two times it had happened. Truth be told, New Year’s Eve had never really done anything for him other than getting him laid. The woman’s question made Elijah let out an amused snort. “Both,” he joked, “I’ve decided to jog everywhere. Two birds, one stone.”

Her narrow nose creased at the sentiment, jaw dipping to suppress the oncoming Cheshire cat grin which desired to veil her features. “Alright, wise guy,” she retorted, raising both palms in submission. “Not that I disapprove of your response, but I sure as hell hope you don’t intend on going on strolls with a friend of yours. It’ll be a pretty short conversation if you decide to run off.”

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OBRIEN:

“Wrong. Mine was having more sex.” Not that he had thought of resolutions at all, really. Jimmy was never good with keeping up with those. In fact, he would probably break them before the night was through on New Year’s day. He once tried to quit smoking, that never worked. Drink less; a waste of time. “What has you so fucking pissed at the world anyways?”

“Honest, I like it,” she purred, a kink to her brow in response. Pissed at the world would be deemed an understatement for the woman who brandished negativity like an emblem. Nonetheless, with an exaggerated shrug to narrow shoulders, she proceeds. “I’m cynical, Don Juan, deal with it.”

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DAWSON:

“I’ve done the traveling thing already, and honestly, it’s just a given to travel, not a resolution. I have to get out of this town every once in a while.” Avery laughed with a shrug of her shoulder. “Resolutions are just an excuse for people to sound like they’re going to get something done they’ve always wanted but the same excuse is just going to make it so they make it their next year’s resolution instead and it’s just an endless cycle. But hey, the drinks are good on New Years Eve.”

Although silence had embedded itself into the thick of her skull, Winona held her gaze at the opposing blonde and listened as intently as always; half there, half absent. “Correction: drinks are good every single day of the year,” she returned. “It’s just deemed more appropriate to get excessively intoxicated.”

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SCOTT:

New Years Resolutions were a waste of time. You started out really well, only to have it fall apart by March or April – sometimes sooner in February. Wyatt wasn’t one of make those cliché goals for himself. While he had one goal in mind he feared that he shouldn’t talk about it given how dour this person was. However he shook his head saying, “No. Those are the worst goals as nobody sticks with them. I’m going to try and get an album out this year. Keyword is try.” 

“Different.” There was a stroke of admiration to her tone, in which, of course, she soon buried with the folding of slender arms. In the attempt to feign indifference, the blonde straightened her spine even more so. “What kind of music?”

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LEWIS:

“Yes, they do. But they really shouldn’t.” Brandon had this belief that time was a social construct and eventually, everyone dies and they’re all left in the dirt. He kept a smile on his face anyway. Because, well… That was how he lived his life. Nobody cared about his thought process. Laughing at her comment, he didn’t take it very seriously even if she was. “Babe, I’ve been going to the gym since I was sixteen and aside from skipping leg day every so often, I don’t think I’ve missed much of it. Put a tally down for traveling more.” It sounded ridiculous coming from his mouth because he was never the type to travel. Even when he traveled for soccer, it was never something that interested him greatly. “I have no resolutions. Life is the same as it was before the ball dropped. No sense in trying to make it better.” He claimed with a smile.

Although the blonde had grown accustomed to insouciance, her brows furrowed at a particular pet name. “Babe?” A question merely parroted back as if the recipient had yet to register his professed words. “I didn’t realise I came with a snout and usually resulted as someone’s preferred breakfast choice,” she retorts, plump lips pursing at the sentiment. “I mean, other than your lack of tact with names, I can at least appreciate your cynicism.”

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HARRISON:

Wow, that’s a sour attitude. What did the poor souls making resolutions ever do to you? Not that I don’t think its true, people say a bunch but don’t really stick through it. So, what is yours then?” 

“Other than exist, I’m riddled with more sourness than an actual lemon. How about I try continue being exceptionally bitter? That seems reachable.”

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“Do people actually take this New Year crap seriously?” She vocalises with blatant disbelief, recalling the mass of strangers pecking the lips of their loved ones and parading their joyous nature with naivety, as her entirety is supported against a pallid wall. “Did you even make a resolution? Wait, wait, let me guess: you’re either joining the gym or is it travel more?”

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MEADOWS:

“No, no, no, this is totally a good one.” The tipsy girl assured, flashing a bright grin before making a valiant (and only slightly successful) attempt to pull a sleazy face. Dark eyes narrowed and she tilted back her head in a brief nod, the ghost of a grin on her lips. “What do you say we ring in the New Year with a bang?” She asked, winking to add to the effect of her horrible pickup line. Roslyn then relented to her smile, letting it overtake her features.

Although her interest remained predominantly on the glass in possession, a straw between her lips, Winona awaited the other’s attempt with the arch of a singular brow. “Meet you in the bathroom in five?” She mocked, swallowing back bitter liquid and bringing a coated fingertip to the corner of her lips. “Someone said you were looking for me. I’m your New Year’s resolution.”

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