all american b---- !

where: four leaf Irish bar

“So,” Esma sat at the bar, scrolling through her phone. It wasn’t too busy, so she decided to have her break. “Do you know if sugar daddy dot com is still a thing? Or like, which is the best dating app to find a rich…well, man, woman, anyone?” She asked the other as she shoved a couple of fries in her mouth. She needed plan b, before she ran out of money, although working at the pub helped a little bit. “Do I just need to start an only fans? ‘Cause I’ve thought about it but I’m also fucking lazy.”

"Do people really believe in these things? I get it, they look pretty, but to have—" What does that tag say? Oh. "—healing properties? It's a rock."

He smirks knowingly, twirling the pen between his fingers.

"Hence why I've managed to keep you here talking for this long."

He moves closer when beckoned, the end of the pen resting idly on his bottom lip, curling when her voice lowers in his ear.

He tilts his head back to consider her, taking a pull from the pen in thought.

"Trick question. You don't strike me as a girl who likes to be on her back. You're way too creative for that, aren't you?"

@blairhqs

" maybe i should just walk away then--but i have this feeling you'd look pretty damn good down on your knees. "

pulling away from his ear so that she could look him in the eyes instead, blair whispered coyly, " i don't know--wouldn't you like to find out? " // @peterbasara

Flicking her fingers through her fringe she sensed someone heading towards the table with purpose which made her look up, eyes landing on the svelte figure of Blair. Well well, what were the chances. Maybe this dinner would be more entertaining than she’d anticipated. 

“Well, isn’t that a sunshine greeting.” The blonde broke out into her signature grin, tilting her head subtly to the side as she looked the other’s outfit over, thinking that she actually looked very cute. Just because Blair wasn’t Aubrey’s biggest fan that didn’t mean she wouldn’t give her her dues when they were deserved. “Happy Valentines day to you too.” Waiting for her to take a seat before lifting her hand to request a waiter come over. “You want something to drink? Your face implies you are going to need it.” @blairhqs

" oh, you know me—little miss sunshine," blair quipped with a toss of her hair, her tone laced with sarcasm as she settled into her chair. despite the less-than-ideal company, she was determined to make the most of the evening, having already paid for her dinner and refusing to leave with an empty stomach. instead, she decided to focus on the free-flowing drinks, hoping they would ease the tension of the impending date—inevitably with the girl who always seemed to get on her nerves.

Unfortunately, he had a taste for rude girls that had gotten him into multiple messes in his life -- and had definitely put a hit to his bank account.

"Shit, coulda gueesed that," he says when she mentions the daddy issues, taking a hit from his pen.

"My damage? Pretty girls with killer legs. So you could guess the danger I'm in right now."

@blairhqs

" and yet my rudeness seems to be turning you on or else you would have already walked away the moment i opened my mouth-- " she pointed out with a devilish gleam in her eyes.

his response elicited an exasperated laugh from her lips, and she threw her head back for a moment, the sound echoing with amusement.

"Yeah, of course. It's important to enjoy it, otherwise why do it?"

Perhaps it'd been his fault for assuming she was aiming to turn it into a career, just as he had. Hard not to considering storyboarding is such a specific type of art to work with. "I don't work in it anymore. I was in the animation department, but yeah. I do work at the comic shop now." His head tilts to the side while he looks over her scene again.

"Maybe establish what's started the chain of these interactions and movement. The space they exist in is already well established, so it isn't that."

" because of the money, dude-- " she deadpanned with a hint of amusement in her eyes before she was bursting into laughter.

truth be told, she wanted to make a career out of it, but she doesn't really feel like she's good enough to make it in the industry. not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. she'd rather be buried six feet underground alive than to voice those thoughts out.

" animation department, huh? what was that like? " she asked him with genuine curiosity since she hasn't exactly considered that. honestly, she wanted to work more on unapologetically thought provoking films.

where: arcade.

"If theres one more screaming kid during this shift I'm going to scream back."

While Alara didn't have her own shop or anything, her cousin had let her set up a little work studio in his house, which Alara was definitely grateful for. She didn't really have any other way of making income, and there weren't many jobs going for a seamstress. Alara had posted about her services to the community Facebook page that she'd found, as well as making a few little posters to hang around town with her number on them, offering her services for mending and adjusting garments, to full costume creation. Though Alara didn't expect much of that.

Still, she was grateful for any jobs that came her way, brown eyes coming up as she heard footsteps, recognising the person who'd messaged her on Facebook. "Hi. I'm Alara."

"Do you think skateboards are basically the same as surfboards? Just that surfboards are made for water?" Ariel asked, looking over the surfboards in the display window. They were all so pretty, and if she wasn't completely terrible at sports, she would probably try them out. Or if she was good at balancing just about anything. Granted, she prided herself on being able to do many things, but maybe this wasn't meant to be. "I wish there was an equivalent of that for flying. Can you imagine just hopping on a board and flying anywhere you want to?"

He considers he as she pulls from his pen, lifting his chin with his next question.

"So, what's your damage?"

@blairhqs

having taken another drag from his pen, she handed it back and nonchalantly leaned against the wall. " has no one told you it's considered rude to ask those kind of questions? "

with a subtle shrug, she carried on, " but you know—same old daddy issues and the like. what's your damage? " // @peterbasara

"Of course, that's how birthday's work. What did you get me?" He smirked, holding out his hand as though he were expecting a gift.

when he extended his hand, she reached into her purse and retrieved a tenner, placing the bill onto his palm. " buy a candy or something, " she instructed with a deadpan expression, concealing the fact that his actual gift awaited him back at the house she shared with their older brother. // @carter-harris

"No. I didn't spit in it. Is that something that usually happens to you?"

where: sea shanty shack

Roxy had finished a long day at Four Leaf when she entered Sea Shanty Shack to get something to eat. As much as she prided herself on her own cooking, sometimes they just wanted someone else to do the hard work for them.

Roxy shoved her bag onto the stool next to her while she moved to sit on her own stool by the bar and ordered a soda.

The waitress handed her a menu and she started looking through it even though she knew she was just going to get popcorn shrimp. It was when she put down her menu and went to take a sip of the Coca-Cola the waitress already brought her, that Roxy spotted Blair and nearly choked.

"Hey." She called nervously, knowing she'd already drawn too much attention to herself to go unnoticed by her ex.

blair must have been a sight at the bar with her glass of coke and pencil in hand as she tried to capture the scene in front of her. the details were simple, yet she was determined to capture them with precision. the blonde didn't exactly notice when roxy came in, but her eyes flicked up from her sketchbook as she heard the familiar. she must have been lost in her own little world to be painfully aware of her surroundings.

"Not all of the time, I'm usually working on a shot design. That requires — well, it's a whole different ball park. But you have a nice profile, and I seized the moment. I'm lucky you're also an artist, makes it less weird." He slides onto the seat next to hers, and immediately takes it upon himself to break his own rule by sliding her storyboard in front of him. "This your focus of study? You have great movement in these panels."

" look, i didn't mean it like that, " blair clarified, though an undercurrent of defensiveness lingered in her voice, hinting at an unspoken truth she wrestled with. " i'm still trying to figure out my style, and it's just a hobby anyway. i don't have to be that good at it—i just have to enjoy what I'm doing, " she added, punctuating her point with a more casual shrug.