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a dependent single - muse for pinehavenfm —
jack ‘ jj ’ de-montmélier — intro. pinterest. wanted.
written by m ( 26, they ) .

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declan rose an eyebrow, incredulous if only momentarily. who else's dogs would they be? was on the tip of his tongue. he bit it back, remained cordial. he could be nice when he wanted to be - he just didn't often want to be. he was working on that, though. call it a new year's resolution, if you will. the universe had to know he wasn't going to stick to anything else sincerely worthwhile.
“ yeah, they're mine, ” he said, unable to keep the sour look on his face for long as his attention turned back to the dogs. “ they usually don't get too excited by strangers, but you must have a good soul or something. they'd definitely be on your case by now if you didn't. ” he didn't believe in a lot of hocus pocus nonsense. was too levelheaded and practical for things like that, but he could buy into the idea that dogs possibly had a sense for the unknowable. they were in touch with things humans likely couldn't hope to understand, or so he assumed.
at the mention of treats, the dogs perked up. “ oh, no. now you've got them started, ” he chuckled. “ luckily for you i do carry dog treats with me when i take them out. if you want, you can give them some. and they'll even do a trick if you're so inclined. they know quite a few; sit, fetch, roll over, play dead. the usual suspects. ”
HE'S SHEEPISH. an unusual thing for someone like himself to be - usually brash and loud and all - consuming. but lately .. things have been different. he's more aware, embarrassed as to how silly he sounds sometimes. as soon as the question was out of his mouth, jack tries to blame the redness of his cheeks on the cold air. “i dunno about good soul – ” a shrug, moving to scratch one behind the ears. “but if you're sayin' it ‘bout them, i trust you.” a slight coo at the dogs sweet face. he’d get one if he wasn't so abhorrently terrible about maintaining most things – his beloved bearded dragon notwithstanding.
a grin appears. sorry to declan, but he lives off vibes, so if the dogs are happy? he'll be happy too. easy. “see? that's some smart shit right that. oughta' steal that idea from you when i go out walkin' now, hope you don't mind me stealin' that idea.” as if it's a private, personal one. though jj will be making an attempt to remember to buy these treats and carry them on his person - a little baggie would do, though he's kind of scared to have people use their imagination about what's in it. “play dead, actually? now i gotta see it forreal.”
for: @pinehavenstarters / where: mcnasty's pub
The mundanity of civilian life was kind of nice, something Lennon had initially hated but had since come to love -- naturally, the entire lifestyle change from celebrity to secrecy happening overnight can be jarring. But it's been decades now. So, yeah -- the mundanity of civilian life? It is nice.
That isn't to say it didn't come with it's annoyances, though -- like now, at 3am, far beyond last call, and there's still some moron sitting at her bar. She wipes down the area of the bar between her and the patron, for the hundredth time. They still aren't getting the message. Okay.
"Come on, bud. Closing time -- you don't have'ta go home, but ya can't stay here." She chuckles to herself a bit, always having loved pulling that reference out. "I mean seriously, ya ain't got nowhere to be? It's three aye-ehm. I'd like ta' get upstairs and get some shut eye myself ..."
IT'S KIND OF EMBARASSING, how lonely he can be. is that okay to say? is that something he should keep in the dark? “i'm trying to ignore my problems — ” and also ensure his sister is actually asleep by the time he sneaks back. turn off his headlights and pray to not crash into their mailbox as he pulls into the driveway. he sighs, tapping against the counter. it's not like he'd even really have anything to drink. most of all? jj is just bored. after all, this is pinehaven — he's either running from or running into ghosts of past. “and half my problems are at home.” they're not really problems and more like self-made issues that jack isn't sure how to solve. how do you get over a girl who's now not-said-ghost and lives in town, again?
a shrug. “come on - could i live in the floorboards, then? i can pay rent.” he's joking. kind of. “could keep yappin' your ear off, too. i got — ” empties his pocket: lint, lint, three canadian quarters, chapstick, dog treat, his wallet. opens up the wallet, head tilts as he investigates what's inside, as if this isn't even his wallet. “ten bucks for ten more minutes of sittin'?”
ᴡʜᴏ: anyone! @pinehavenstarters ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Pinehaven streets baby
THIS DAY, CAN'T GET WORSE. Reed just stares at the sky from where he is on the ground. His hip aches, screaming of a unfamiliar pain from him falling right on his ass because of the ice. He makes a mental note to write a formal complaint to the city, to salt the damn streets better. Is it his fault for his unconventional path of the day? Absolutely, but still! "Don't." He speaks up when someone steps over. "I'm fine. Just- I live here now. On the ground. Forever." At least his dead ego won't be further kicked this way.
LALALALALA — that's the stupid soundtrack playing in his head as he walks along, mind elsewhere because of course it is. no one ever said jj was good at paying attention to anything that wasn't being shown to him directly. almost steps on reed just because his eyes don't match his brain, so it's an almost shoe to the foot scenario. “uh — ” blinks. don't. okay, so he won't. “scale of one to ten, how disney channel original movie dramatic are you being right now?” a shrug. “do you need help? i don't know cpr.”
"Wow," Ollie replied playfully, glancing between the notepad and the trash can. "I see they have really got you on the important assignments today. Can't believe they'd trust all this power to you." It was evident in his tone he was just giving him a little hell. Truth be told though, he did hold all of the power. After all, no one could get past the front desk without JJ's permission. Or at least Ollie thought that's how it worked. He winced sympathetically. "Oh god, property zoning sounds so dull. Guess I should have brought you some coffee too or something to keep you awake. That's like the kind of thing that turns into a three hour discussion about nothing while everyone slowly loses the will to live. I'm glad at least you didn't have to sit in on that. Talk about brutal." He slid one of the boxes a little closer to JJ with a grin. "I wanted to. I personally would be pretty sad if I had to watch all of the fancy business people order out while I ate my sad sandwich or something. I mean, truthfully they should automatically order one for you anyway, but you know. And don't worry, there's nothing green on it. I kept it basic with the meats and cheese, just in case. And yeah, our delivery guy called out so I figured I'd take the reins for a bit. Honestly it's been pretty slow in the kitchen anyway, so this makes the time go by faster. Do you get to leave any time soon or is your shift only half over?"
THERE'S A LAUGH. at least someone appreciates - and can duplicate, even - his humor. “right? they know who's top dog ‘round here. shaking in their boots and all ’bout it. some serious shit.” in all honesty, most of them didn't trust jj with a stick or a spoonful of peanut butter. ollie was a good guy. someone far more trustworthy, far more reliable, someone who's pretty good at his job. never a slacker. “i mean - i don't know how long they can argue about rocks or property lines. sounds so fuckin' boring. draw a line in the sand and call it a day, you know? i'm pretty sure they're actually all there smack talking the next town over. something about an affair in the mayor's office. no idea, wish i could get a walkie-talkie and stalk it.” he's not entirely sure if they're saying that to see if he'll gab - which, he will, thank you - or if it's the truth. but drama and drama and jj is so boring he's going to start rummaging through their drawers eventually. “see? this is why everyone and their mother literally loves you. thoughtful and nice. you could charm one'a the old grumpy ladies who comes by every month complaining the mailman broke her mailbox, even.” a shrug. “i appreciate it, honest,” gives ollie a toothy grin as if a show of it. “still got …” checks the computer time. it's only been like, half an hour. “a long ass time. my god, do you think they should get their annual bonus? seems like a lotta mullin' 'round.”

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winnie truthfully can’t remember the exact moment jj had been thought of as more than a friend; until they were more than friends and she felt like there were times she couldn’t live without him. young, dumb and in love with a whimsical idea of forever — until forever also disappeared from the grasps of her fingertips. jj had knocked the gravity from under her feet all those years ago and it was hard for winnie to admit she still feels like she’s trying to get her balance back right. even now, standing in close proximity to him she feels the pull towards him; the want to lean against his shoulder like old times when they’d walk this festival hand in hand, to shove him lightly when he inevitably makes her laugh. but she can’t ignore the tendrils of unspoken feelings gripping her heart tight, squeezing deeply every time winnie gets too comfortable around jj. she hates this feeling of the unknown. a visible yuck in the form of a scrunched face at his comment, giving him a look to say, really? “your friends sound so… fun. love that for them, i guess.” we did that too, once upon a time. suddenly the grating feeling of being old hits winnie like a deer in the headlights and she clears her throat. “well now i feel like you’re judging me, so you don’t get an exact number,” pokes her tongue out like she’s thirteen and not almost twenty three. “but somewhere in the double digits.” not that is anything to be proud of – but winnie’s sweet tooth have won this festival. at this point she’s under the control of the hot chocolate stand. winnie takes a moment to take note of jj out of the corner of her eyes; enjoying this momentary truce between them. eyebrows raise and she can’t help the absurd laugh that escapes her lips, because of course jj would want to prepare for a scenario like that. “i’m sure one of your friends will bail you out, if they’re not too busy ‘sucking face, or something’.” repeating his earlier words with a playful smirk dancing on her lips, before she takes another long sip of her hot chocolate. “ugh, come onnnn it’s not boring, haven’t i always said that reading can be fun!” at least tell that to her growing tiktok following, but this was a losing battle winnie had been fighting for years. “but — that sounds, um, nice. i’d like that, but you really don’t have too — if you have other plans already, like. don’t feel bad or whatever, you know?”
THERE'S NOTHING TO LEFT TO LOOSE. he's already lost her, once, selfish and boyish in the way that ends in total tragedy. an all out fall out for the ages. and, yet, he can already feel the ice melting a bit around that sacred part that was reserved for hatred - despite it being his own doing, because … well. accountability has never been his strongest suit. sorry. “yeah, they're — “ overtly annoying and now he's alone, shoving his hands in his pockets in the most unusual and unlike jj - way because he feels sheepish and stupid for even bringing them up. they used to have the same friend groups, running in the same circles as pinehaven does. a carousel of people who slowly dropped off the ride as college came and went. does vivi consider him a friend, or maybe a metaphorical punching bag? questions to ponder. ”oh come on, please?" there's that classic puppy dog pout - it used to work on everybody, back when he was young and cuter and could get away with stuff because people knew his sister and when he swore like a sailor, it was charming, not unbecoming. now jack kind of feel stupid for doing it, but maybe it'll work on winnie again. just like old times. “double digits? i think you need to detox. it's gettin' real,” and it's so classic winnie it makes bile twirl in his stomach at the familiarity. is this why there's only sad songs about break ups? maybe he should write a song about that weird ass feeling of having the person that's standing in front of you: you broke their heart because you're a dumb loser idiot, and she could do ten times better than you in every aspect of every corner of the world, and yet here she is - not punching you in the face as is deserved. though that title could be a little long. he'll workshop it. “they're always sucking face. i think they're vacuum sealed together — it's, like, fuckin' gross.” and they used to do that, too, except they were cute and not entirely weird or stuck together like tree frogs. “you have — but i haven't read a book since middle school. i don't think i'm the one you need to convince .. there's far better candidates for that campaign. maybe you should do one'a those tutoring sessions. teach the youth.” do they still do that, or is that all ai now? nose scrunches. it's an out and he knows it. jack, however, has never been one to take back a plan once it's out of his mouth. “do i sound like i have plans?” it's a rhetorical question. “don't be like that — it'll be fine.”
for: anyone / open ! @pinehavenstarters where: local park ! from: declan !
even though it was freezing out and they had to trudge through the snow, pongo and perdita still loved a bit of playtime in the park. declan let them run around without their leashes on, mostly because he trusted them not to do anything too bad. plus, there wasn't a dedicated dog park in town. he'd left that idea in the town hall's suggestion box a long time ago, but he still hadn't heard anything about it since then. they were covered in snow from rolling and jumping around, and he chased after them as they tried to get a little too friendly with a stranger. “ i'm so sorry about them, ” he insisted, though he couldn't help the smile on his face. they were the easiest way to get him to show off his pearly whites. “ they're friendly, i swear. overly so. i hope they aren't bothering you, ” he said.
THOUGHTS? NONE. usually jj does as he normally does — fool around at work and hope no one notices, try to find something to do afterwards that isn't thinking about a specific person who is suddenly appearing more on his instagram feeds. not telling which one. but when all of his friends are busy being actual good samaritans and contributing members of society and not pondering his next vape hit, that leads .. much to be desired. so here he is: LOCAL GUY LOOKS LIKE A SAD FREAK WALKING ALONE IN THE PARK, fiddling with the christmas present his sister got him in his pocket of his jacket. the dogs are a very welcome distraction from too many racing thoughts - no he didn't take his medication stop asking - and holds his hands out for them to sniff. “they yours?” obviously. or maybe not. he's unsure, suddenly, jj shrugging. “that's alright — better them happy to see me than to bite me, innit?” he hopes they don't smell the french toast vape. pleeease. “as long as they don't expect any treats. they're kinda sol on that front.”
this time last year winnie was living a different life; a different christmas with her ‘baddie’ friends that she hasn’t spoken too in months now, celebrating her birthday in a completely different fashion than what she surrounds herself with now. and its not that winnie hates being in pinehaven for a celebratory event — but she feels stuck. stuck between the life she almost grasped tightly with the fist of her hand and the life that welcomed her back as if it knew winnie wouldn’t make it in her other, more obscure and fake life she had come to adore in new york. “pinehaven overdo it? nah. not in their vocabulary, i don’t think.” pinehaven was very over the top during events, but winnie loves it. something new york would never have? a sense of community. “oh. well sorry your friends suck. they sound like they suck.” it doesn’t hurt but it does? her brows furrow slightly as winnie tries to make sense of the uncomfortable, grating feeling churning inside her. but a smile breaks out at the sound of jj’s laugh and she can’t help it; her own musical laughter soon joins his. “yes, just today. you don’t want to know how many i rinsed through yesterday,” she tries to follow his rambling about a hot cocoa maker — and honestly? it’s not a half bad idea. “i don’t think she has the heart to actually call the police on you, jj. she’s had plenty of chances; i think she liked having you around.” it slips out before she registers what she’s actually saying, then winnie’s cheeks grow crimson and she falls silent; suddenly very interested in the crack on the sidewalk underneath her feet. how does one crawl in there and — “hmm? oh, no, i don’t think so honestly. might just watch a movie at home? left it a bit too late, i think. i have a lot of books to read too, piles getting a bit high.”
FULL THROTTLE, 34 in a 75. driving a stolen pick up truck in a baby driver situation where he's not sure what he's doing, but all the windows are down and he's replaying a TOP 5 BEST GTA FLIPS montage from memory in his brain. that's how jj feels when it comes to winnie lancaster. if he's not experiencing some sense of adrenaline regarding their new found ….. ?????? then he's truthfully not doing enough. he's never done drugs — okay, he's smoked fucking weed is this a crime now seriously god damn can he live can he have that — but he wonders if the amount if dopamine he gets from even not having her hate him for being in the same circle of ten feet. does she hate him? maybe, but she's not acting like it, so a win is a win in a chronic loser's book. a shrug. “i mean, i guess they do. they'll probably off to go suck face with each other or something. not that i wanna play fuckin' fifth wheel, you know?” that used to be them, back when he was younger and more stupid. now he's older and still stupid, so not much has changed beyond the most important part. eyebrows raise. “well now you're gonna have to tell me this weeks total, because it sounds like you might have a problem here.” a shrug. sometimes, and maybe this is the same kind of self-deprecating people have been on his ass since preteenhood to go see a therapist about, because it's hard to believe people want him around when they could have literally anybody else. literally anybody. “maybe not, but it's, like, at some point i feel like it's gonna happen. you know? inevitable or something. maybe not by her, but, like, in general. gotta prepare that shit early.” he doesn't even know what he's on about anymore. the energy shifts — enough for someone as socially inept as jj thinks he is to pick up on it. he's not going to make a mountain out of a molehill, but he will make a boulder out of a pebble. “that's so booooooooooring, win, what the fuck?” acts personally offended. as if winnie told him he was the ugliest guy she'd ever seen with that cute little smile on her face - offended but endeared, because of course she'd do some boring shit on her birthday. classic. “absolutely the fuck not. we'll do something - even if i feel like that spot's already gonna be taken. dibs by vivi or somethin'.”
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christmas is supposed to feel holly and jolly and fun – everything winnie isn’t feeling at this present time. her birthday creeping up on her like an unwanted relative at family dinners that made the table conversation awkward, winnie stands off the side of the christmas market with her first hot chocolate of the day in hand, thoughts swirling around the glaringly obvious absence of her dad. okay it was definitely her third hot chocolate and maybe the sugar was doing something to her head, because she didn’t even notice jj until his words broke her out of her trance. “oh, hi jj,” winnie murmurs back quietly, giving him a little smile as she taps her fingers against the styrofoam cup in her hands; the only source of warmth aside from her pink fluffy coat wrapped around her. she wonders if he remembers her birthday soon – not that he should care, of course… but she still wonders. does he remember the little things like she does? “it’s my favourite season of the year i think, always a fun time. are you? you know, having fun?” she asks almost too cheerily for either of their liking, but she’s put her foot in it now. “i think the attendants at the hot chocolate booth hate to see me coming. i need to be banned from there effective immediately, jj, this is my third cup today.” stop talking winnifred.
ITS LIKE A KNIFE TO THE GUT. really, he shouldn't be here, with her — she should be in new york. chasing dreams and erughhhhhhgghhhh seeing some kind of gross nyu fuckin' frat guy who wears polos instead of weird thift store finds. better in the night, sulking in the corner than in the daylight for all of pinehaven to see. “they tend to overdo it, i think – unless this is normal for other places to do?” jj isn't sure. “it's alright. i think i was ditched.” nose scrunches – does she want to hear about his friends? because in .. their youth .. they used to do this. they used to be the ones attending this, together, being stupid and young and cute and ugh. “today?” a laugh — yeah, that's winnie. “maybe your mom should get you a hot coco maker for your birthday then? do i need to send her a link to one on amazon? she'll freak out if i knock on your door with a printed piece of paper with in on it, probably, and i do not need a trespassing warning on my record.” a shrug. he's a little nervous, because this is winnie, and even when things weren't so frayed he was always nervous. waiting for the other shoe to drop on his head and knock him out and put him back in the real dimension where he got everything he felt he deserved. “doing anything for your birthday?" check and mate, testing the waters here.
WHERE: season of lights festival. town hall area ? WITH: bing bong, your pick on muse – @stvlrstrs.
IT'S GOTTA BE FIVE O'CLOCK SOMEWHERE. maybe not here, but he didn't bring gloves and jj is fucking cold. no offense to his upbringing, but he calls himself a true floridian despite having lived there for less than a year as an infant and only having been back a few times. that's how all the greats do it, isn't it? but nonetheless, he's going to talk to anyone who will listen. and they will listen because he won't stop talking. it's a perfect plan. “y'think they got that hot chocolate infused alcohol there?” because if he's going to be running into … people … there, he's going to need a drink. and his vape is still dead because he keeps forgetting to charge it. woe is me type shit. “i've seen it on tiktok - i just forget what exactly it's made out of. i guess people make hot chocolate flavored wine? which i'm not exactly sure how they do that — though i don't think pinehaven is that bougee.”
WHERE: season of lights festival. christmas tree lighting yay! WITH: hiiiiii – @leftmyhartontheice .
STARING AT THE TREE LIKE it's some kind of diety, jj isn't sure exactly what he's waiting for. something amazing, maybe, or some kind of blown fuze that'll shut the whole town grid down. now that'd be interesting. but instead, the lights shine and he feels a little sick looking at it. overstimulated and dysregulated, his nose is twitching in some weird bunny way. “how much do you think it costs the town to keep this thing on?” asks the person next to him, because, really, he's bored and his brain is moving too far. it's kind of a silly question considering jj actually works at the town hall and could, you know, ask a coworker, but he'll forget by morning regardless. nothin' wrong with shooting the shit right here and now. “it's gotta be a lot. i'm no mathematician, but i've seen peoples electric bills. not fuckin' cheap that's for sure.” he should say thank you to renee.
WHERE: season of lights festival. designated sledding hills. WITH: hi it's me, pick your musie – @anomvlous .
HE'S STARING AT THE HILL like it's a mountain he's been tasked to climb – no shoes, no .. thing that hangs you off the cliff, just grit and maybe a bit of determination to prove people wrong about it. except this is sledding, not survivor, so he's actually just thinking about this terribly. “you think people have gotten hurt doin' this? like bad?” morbid? well, yes! but actually he's almost certain that people in pinehaven are too careful. when he was a kid, it was always a whole deal about being safe and yada yada. it still seems to be that way — been far too long since he'd actually done it, but he's not going to now ( aha, unless - ) . he has a son – chompy, thank youuu - back at home to take care of. “not like. fatal injury, i mean, hopefully not. but just in general. i watched a youtube video about theme park deaths earlier and it was .. damn.”
to: @descorrosilva, @demontmelier, @vycarro location: the fudge stand
The Pinehaven Christmas Market had transformed the town square into a twinkling wonderland—strings of warm lights draped between wooden booths, the air thick with the scent of fresh pine, sizzling street food, and cinnamon-spiced everything. Snow flurries danced lazily under the glow, and vendors from all the local shops called out cheerfully, hawking handmade ornaments, cozy knits, and steaming treats made right on the spot.
At the heart of it all was the crowd-favorite fudge-making stand: a long counter piled with bowls of crushed candies, nuts, dried fruits, and sprinkles in every color imaginable, where folks could pick from a seemingly endless selection. Juniper stood not too far from it, admiring all the various flavors of fudge. She was wondering why the Nug&Mug did not decide to do something like this with edibles and then she wondered if that was even appropriate for such a festival.
She glanced over to the person who has just approached the fugue stand, smiling softly. “Hey there,” she called out warmly to the approaching figure, her voice carrying that easy, inviting lilt over the holiday music. “What’s your poison tonight—classic chocolate with peppermint crunch? Or are we going wild with sea salt caramel and gummy bears?”
AND MAYBE HE SHOULDN'T BE BLOWING ALL HIS MONEY, but it's some sort of trickle down economics, innit? he buys something, it goes into the town economy, and then they get to do more stuff with it. or get paid. probably paid, but either way. there's a reason he never paid attention in school classes once they began to talk about theories and theorems and his eyes are already glazing over at the thought of it. back to the task at hand: find food before he gets hangry. and at the market, there was no lack of things to pick. mostly, jj was filling time — his friends were all with their significant others ( whateverrrrrrrrrrrr ) and he doesn't want to bother renee too much. that'll come later. so, now, he's just wandering and trying to find something that won't break the bank.
“that depends,” glances at the menu with a raised brow. now, normally, he wouldn't do a lot of sweet stuff. blah blah blah stupid shit about “which won't give me a stomach ache? because i will complain and leave a yelp review about it – i'm quite popular on there.” he's never used yelp in his damn life, actually. but the threat isn't much of a threat anyways - all bark, all puppy nips in playful stance. “any recommendations or am i on my own for this? need to weigh all my options before i make any kind of decision. definitely no gummy bears though. too weird of a combo for me, since, like, fudge is already chewy. wayyyy too much chew. kind of feels like a crime against fudge.”

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Most of the time Ollie was the one behind the counter or in the kitchen of Tony's cooking up the pizzas. They were short-staffed today though, and with a large order for some kind of important meeting at the town hall, Ollie had ended up being the one to do the delivery. He was happy to see JJ there, manning the desk instead of one of the stuck-up secretaries that always gave him a glare or tipped their nose up to the lowly pizza boy. "Hey JJ! How's it goin?" Ollie greeted as he carefully placed the insulated bags down and began fishing out the piping hot boxes of pizza to stack on the counter. "Any idea what kind of meeting's going on in there or is like a super secret thing? I figured it must be serious if they're ordering out," he joked as he pulled out a final box and specifically handed it to JJ. "An extra one of the house for ya. I think I got your usual order right, but sorry man if I didn't Just in case they aren't nice and save you any."
HE IS SO BORED HIS HEAD IS GOING TO EX – okay, it's not, but it feels that way. everyone else is in a meeting and it feels like they have been for days of end, leaving jj to his own entertainment or demise. whichever came first. he'd already exhausted all options: texting his friends, texting his sisters, tiktok, making spitballs through a youtube tutorial, getting mad because it didn't work and playing paper basketball with the small little trash bin, tiktok again, hoping to god someone puts him out of his misery before it's too late. the door opens and he looks up from the one man game of tick - tack - toe on the notepad he stole from the annoying blonde secretary he's manning the desk of. “oh thank god, i'm so bored. no one comes here. feel like i'm going stir crazy." eyes watch as the boxes are pulled out, wondering if they'd be mad if he stole a slice or three. “something about property zoning? i don't know for sure, but i hear stuff. think someone complained about construction and is making it a huge thing. last time i checked, it wasn't their job, but if they're all in there it must be serious.” eyes light up at his own pizza. yeah, this is why everyone loves ollie: he's nice and thoughtful. “you didn't have to do that – but even if it's not, i eat anything.” unless it's green. “thank you for it. the other guy call out, or you just trying to go on adventures today instead of being behind the counter? a break every once'a while is good.”
WHERE: you say m, pick another location other than christmas market. and i say no <3 WITH: ………………………. @hvllscpes.
HE'S SO FUCKED IT'S SO OVER HE'S OVER IT'S OVER IT'S — winnie, standing next to him by some kind of weird happenstance. yeah, he'll call it that. christmas is a weird time. jj isn't sure how he feels about things. it's not like his family is exactly nuclear, and it's just. it's weird. okay? okay. but it also meant one thing for a few years: winnie's birthday is soon, and jack is pretty sure she's going to be in town for it ( unless some nyu guy she's seeing secretly via long distance tinder is flying her out to the bahamas or something insane because nyu guys are rich. or something else equally as unplausible jj has determined is totally real in his non-medicated haze. he should really turn on those reminders again – ) and that could mean a few things. one: she's in town. two: they're both in town. and they're both in town and it hasn't caused a total natural disaster, so maybe …. “hey, winnie,” it's quiet. uncharacteristic because usually, jj doesn't shy away from talking to anyone. but when it's winnifred lancaster, their dynamic is fractured when it used to be whole, and now he feels all sorts of topsy-turvey about it. “havin' fun?” well she definitely is not now that he is here!!!