precious star you are.

“Yeah?” Ben looked towards the bar for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders. “Good idea. Or, you know, I could walk with you, I still have a way to go.” And then he’d probably get on a train, if there was one to get on, at least. He really had no idea, he was usually catching the last bus the other way, and the first bus in the morning. He wasn’t so good with transport at this time of night. “But you have a solid plan there if you don’t want to walk,” he added, offering a smile.

Clem turned back to face the Tattooed Moose, eyeing down the brick building as she considered what it’d actually be like to sleep in the bar. Maybe she could make a bed on the pool table? Under the desk in the office? Fuck, it just kept sounding more and more unappealing as she thought about it. Turning back to the guy in front of her, she offered a small shrug. “I think I might actually take up on that,” she nodded. “Sleeping in a bar by choice doesn’t sound like the most appealing option.”

“Y’know most girls don’t run away from me.” Adam called out after her once he saw her take off after the departing bus. He’d hoped she would have still been open. The buzz from his own late shift was wearing off and he needed another drink. “Don’t tell me I’m too late for a night-cap.” Though he knew he was, he was hoping against hope that she would take pity on him.

As the bus zoomed off, Clem yelled only a few more expletives in it’s direction before turning to face Adam as he stood in the midst of the falling snow. “Yeah, well, apparently I’m not most girls,” she rolled her eyes, making her way back towards the bar, searching her pockets for the keys. “Well, considering that I’m gonna be sleeping her tonight, it seems like you’re just in time... You comin’ in, or what?” She turned her gaze back over to him as she finally found the keys and shoved one into the metal door handle, unlocking it and allowing their passageway into the warmth.

It was one of those things, and something Ben totally resented, the fact that he couldn’t get out of his job. At the end of the day, they needed to keep broadcasting and so, he’d been heading into work the last couple of days. His shifts were earlier, continuous music playing through the night, so at least he could get out of there before it got too icy again. He was still walking everywhere, though, erring on the side of caution. He’d just turned the corner when he heard someone screaming at the back of a bus, his brows lifting a moment. “I’d suggest calling Uber, but they’d probably tell you to get fucked to be honest,” he commented lightly. “Got a long way to go?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Clem laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief as she turned to face the brunette. With snow still continuing to fall, she began taking steps back in the direction of the bar, shoving her hands deep into the lined pockets of her coat to search for three things: the keys, her pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. “I only live a few blocks away, but I still hate walking through this shit,” she shrugged, kicking at the snow lightly. “I own this place, anyway. Might just sleep here tonight so I don’t have to brave this weather.” Clementine gestured to the Tattooed Moose before returning her gaze to the stranger.

As soon as Henry saw the tragedy unfolding, he did his best to catch the bus himself. The sound of his boots crunching in the frozen snow slowed, then finally desisted as the puttering vehicle took a sharp turn and disappeared around the next city block. A sigh plumed in the winter air. “Figures,” he muttered, shoulders arched up around his ears to brace from the cold. 

“Not a damn soul on board either.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and, trying to outwit the glare of the street lamp, canted his head to appraise the woman. “I can walk you to the next stop, if you want,” he offered. “– headed that way anyway.”

Clementine watched as the stranger struggled after the bus just as much as she had, allowing herself to not feel as much of an idiot as she had only moments prior. “Every fucking time... I swear to God, that bus driver has something against me,” she allowed a small laugh of disbelief to escape through her lips as she took a few steps towards her new acquaintance, brushing a hand through her mess of hair. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that,” she nodded. “I mean, better to catch the next bus than sleep in my bar.”

Everything and everyone was a mess at Waverly. There were glasses that were piled up, peanuts shells were scattered across the floor and empty bottles of liquor lined the bar. He was disappointed that his staff and patrons had treated his business in such a way. So, wanting to escape his disaster of a business, Thomas decided a change of scenery was in order, and got on the back of his motorcycle, and rode a few blocks over to the Tattooed Moose - a new place that had been opened for a few months.Thomas leaned up against the wall, took a quick drag of his cigarette, before entering and as he blew out the smoke he saw a woman rush right past him screaming. “Hey now, you alright?” Thomas  asked, turning his head to follow the woman, as she ran after as bus. “Well, I reckon yer’ gonna need a ride, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Clem replied, hardly making eye contact with the stranger as the bus zoomed right past. Bringing a hand to her head, she brushed her fingers through her dark, curly hair as she stared down the street and back at the stranger in disbelief. Allowing a disgruntled sigh to escape her parted lips, she shook her head. “Of fucking course this would happen tonight.” Clementine shoved her hands deep into the lined pockets of her jacket and took a few steps towards the man, a questioning look on her face. “I might just have to take you up on that offer--if you promise that the way I die won’t be on a motorcycle... In the midst of a fucking snow storm... With a stranger.” She raised an eyebrow at him, shrugging her shoulders with the smallest smirk plastered on her face.

Cassidy had gotten out of work really late and closed up her office before getting into the taxi that she’d called. There was no way she was going to walk back to her apartment with all the snow and ice on the ground. She had been riding in the cab for about ten minutes when she saw Clementine run out to try and catch a bus but failed. “Wait, hold on a minute,” she told the cab driver and rolled down her window. 

“Hey Clem, just jump in and ride with me! I’m sure this guy has no problem making some extra money!” she calls out to her. 

As Clem slowed her pace, a taxi swiftly zoomed beside her and slowed against the curb. Through an open window she saw Cassidy, sweetly offering to share the cab ride home. “Oh, hey!” She called out, taking a new steps towards the yellow car. “Are you sure? I’d really appreciate it.”

Riley clapped a few times, grinning slightly, “Oh yeah? I think I could tease a drink out of a few of your bartenders. Some of them are hot enough for me,” he joked, standing beside her until she passed him to walk back to the bar. “Seriously? I’ll drive you home, but my car is like down a block. Think you’re up to walk in the snow a bit longer?”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, bud.” Clem turned back to face Riley as he mentioned her bartenders, allowing her eyes to roll with a slight shake of her head to follow. “Oh, yeah, sure... That’d be awesome,” she nodded, surprised by the sudden offer to give her a lift home; this was possibly the most decent Riley had ever been towards her. “I don’t mind a bit of a walk if you don’t. Where’re you parked?”

Walking home from LaSalle to Lachine wasn’t in his favor with the mass of snow still covering the sidewalks, but he wasn’t foolish enough to try his luck with the car and he enjoyed the brisk of fresh air that followed after having been locked inside his home for nearly three days. Simon only ever looked up as he heard someone yell in front of him, eyes instantly following the bus busy moving forward by his side before he turned back to the woman. “Don’t think they can hear you”, he stated and stopped in his tracks. “Not the best kind of weather to wait for the next one though.”

“Yeah, well, there’s not gonna be a next one... Last bus of the night,” she nodded, allowing a soft laugh of disbelief to escape through her parted lips as she stopped to face the blond. Throwing her hands up, Clementine shrugged. “I fucking hate the snow,” she smirked, rolling her eyes with a shake of her head as she shoved her hands into the lined pockets of her jacket and began searching for the keys to the bar.

Calvin wasn’t really the one to take buses. He didn’t like how they were usually crowded and always hit every bump in his experience. He’d rather walk seeing how he wasn’t allowed to drive – officially it wasn’t recommended not allowed like he made it seem. “There might be another one, but honestly, the best way is to just walk. The amount of time you waste sitting and waiting, you could be halfway by now.” He commented to the woman’s obvious distress, probably not making anything better. “Do ya not live close?”

"I guess I only live a couple of blocks away,” Clementine shrugged, looking over at the stranger. “This weather just makes it unbearable.” She zipped her coat up further than it’d been before, quickly shoving her hands into her pockets only moments later. “What about you? Where’re you headed?”

Gabby was walking back to her car when she heard someone swear. “Oh hey Clem.” Gabby said with a soft smile. The two were not super close but had passed by each other enough times to be acquaintances. “Need a lift?”

Clementine stopped in her tracks as she heard a woman call out to her from the inside of a car. Turning, she was met with Gabby’s familiar face. “Hey... Oh, yeah, that’d be awesome,” she agreed, nodding her head slightly as she grew closer to the car. “You really don’t mind?”

Riley blew out the rest of the smoke he’d inhaled from his cigarette, dropping it on the ground and stepping on it before he looked up to see something he thought was absolutely comical. He’d been in the Tattooed Moose plenty of times, being an alcoholic and all, and he recognized the woman as the owner. He pushed his hands into his pockets, following after the girl until she stopped running, “If you kept running, you probably would’ve slipped. Then I would’ve laughed,” he grinned, stopping beside her and watching the bus round the corner of the next block, “Call and complain that he left too early?”

Clem slowed her pace, swiftly turning her when she heard a familiar voice speak out to her. Alas, she was only met by Riley, a regular at her bar. “Yeah, well if you’d laughed, then you never would’ve gotten another drink at my bar,” Clem scoffed. Shoving her hands back into her pockets, she began walking back to the Moose as the snow continued to pour. “Nah, it’s alright-- not worth the fuss. I’ll probably just stay here tonight. Easy solution.”

“Shit, shit, shit! No! Come back! Stop!” She yelled out, trying her best to run after it. “Fuck!”

        To set the scene: Danny Ryder, doubled over in the midst of a coughing fit on the street. It’s a good thirty or so seconds till he fully recovers and resumes his casual just standing around waiting for something to happen position he stood before his over dramatised performance of a cough. He looks up and catches an unfortunate passerby’s eye.  “…—Don’t trust the government.” 

Stepping outside the Tattooed Moose for a quick smoke break, Clementine was greeted by the sight of a man bent over, coughing his lungs out. Holding a cigarette to her lips, she lit the stick and continued to watch him before he turned to her and muttered some words she didn’t quite understand herself. “I’d offer you one of these, but I don’t think that’s what you need right now.” Clem gestured to her cigarette, a puzzled look still positioned on her face.

“Oh, mon Dieu!” The brunette let out as she slipped into the nearest cafe and removed the hood from her head. She wasn’t all that used to the snow yet, and it was just her luck to arrive in the city when an ice storm hit. Luckily, however, she had found salvation in a little place not too far from her apartment and was able to use it to warm up. “Well that is going to take some getting used to.” The Monegasque woman spoke in a thick French accent. “Leave it to me to fly into this city just as an ice storm rolls in. It’s not always like this, I hope.” 

Clementine sat in a little cafe, taking a break from her shift at the Tattooed Moose while she waited out the storm. It was then that she heard the thick, French accent from the doorway and turned in her seat. Sure, tons of of people in Montreal spoke French, but this woman’s accent was different--it reminded her of her mother, it was comforting. When she realized she was staring at the woman, she held up her coffee and offered a small smile. “Difficile de rester au chaud là-bas. Hard to stay warm out there.”

The blackout had been unexpected, but after Nathan had been outside at around ten thirty, he hadn’t been particularly surprised. The weather had been getting gradually worse, and now they’d have to suffer the consequences of that. Being trapped in a hotel other than his own didn’t sit comfortably with him, though, so he decided immediately to try and help. As he made his way down one of the dark corridors, the mini torch he kept in his pocket lighting his way, he stumbled across someone on their own, calling out before he reached them, “Hey, you okay there?”

Clementine had just been leaving the hotel as the blackout decided it had other plans for her. “Fuck,” she muttered, the building suddenly silent as all the lights and power shut off. Had the weather really gotten that bad? Nearing a window, she peered out, only to see that it really had. Snow fell heavy all around the building, trapping her and the rest of the hotel’s inhabitants inside. Clem retreated from the window, deciding that it’d be better to find some other people than to blindly force herself out into the weather. It was then that she heard nearing footsteps and was met by an unfamiliar face who held a lighter out in front of himself. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine... Just a little flustered. This weather has got to be a joke.”