"You have to do a shot with me. It's my birthday!"

When: Early July, after 10 PM

Where: Star Bar

"I'm trying to be a better man, ya know? Trying not get into fights every time I leave the god damn house, at least. But, gotta tell ya: Assholes like that guy over there make that way fucking harder than it needs to be." Billy said to the person sitting next to him, whilst glaring coldly at the man in question, who was sitting at the opposite end of the bar from Billy himself. "I mean seriously, how can a guy be saying the shit he's saying and not get punched for it?"

Sometimes January liked to pretend she was more athletic than she actually was. She'd get these urges to put on her sneakers and go over to Audrey Horne Park to jog. Typically, she'd make it halfway around the path before she remembered how unathletic she was. The weather was nice today and January had been at the bakery all day, so she thought a nice jog around the park would be a good way to unwind. As per usual, she was wrong about that. So, instead of finishing her run, she'd collapsed like a starfish in the grass, staring up at the clouds in the sky. "Not dead," January mused when a shadow passed over her. "Just bad at running..." She patted the spot next to her. "Join me, it's nice down here. No one has to pretend to be athletic down here..."