𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 .

hey, hi, hello ! i’m kit ( 23, she / they, cet ) and this is my newest baby, ezra — messy, moody, strange, withdrawn, maybe a little lost. here are all the links to all info about her, including connections that i’d love to plot ! pages & post will be updated as information is added, but feel free to drop me a line, or like this post to get my attention.

  “there’s really only one way to get over those type of days.” gaby shrugged as she tapped her glass with a smile. “it worked for her, as well as a late night piece of cake.” turning the label of her beer bottle so ezra could read it, she peered down. “it’s a new beer. i wasn’t sure what they had on tap so i took the last bottle of beer they had. i’m not opposed to having something a little stronger if that’ll help.”

“A merlot. Not the best out there, but still worth a bottle if the night is for it. Should we get a bottle?” Georgie asked, trying to realize what kind of night the two would be having right now. She listened as her friend listed all of the latest news regarding her day, shaking her head slightly as she raised her hand quickly to call for the barman. “Today is a bottle kind of day. First of all, we are going to finish this bottle, then we are going to go back to your place with an Ouija board and try to get rid of the demon inside the man and as for Karen…we just need the manager.”

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The bar, Bailey hasn’t stepped foot inside a bar in quite some time. It had been a few years and for good reason, but when Ezra had mentioned she was going to Six Mile, he had pulled himself together and decided to meet up with her. Sitting in the booth, he drank his water and placed a head onto his hand. His head was spinning and now the thirty-nine year old remembered why he hated bars so much “Uh oh..” He said, vas soon as he heard Ezra’s voice and watched her slid into the booth across from him “What happened?” He questioned and then closed his eyes for a moment “Water.”

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“Oh no, not right now!” Sybelle said, waving her hand. “It can be on the weekend of when you have time. I’m sure you have lot of other things to do and maybe I can even fix the problem myself if you tell me how?” she said. Having her laptop helped a great deal and sometimes her husband helped when she needed it but there were other technical things she had no idea how to fix and that’s when she asked her students. They knew a lot more than she did but when they didn’t, she would go to Ezra. It was funny sometimes when she would watch her coworkers try to deal with computer problems but once it had been too much for a math teacher and he ended up throwing the poor thing to the floor, making everyone in the room just stare at him with wide eyes. 

“I tried that and it was fine until yesterday,” Sybelle scratched her head. “I didn’t do anything weird with my laptop to get my word documents not working, but I can take a look at it when I get home and try to fix it there,” she said. “I’ll make sure to ask anyone and you’ll be my last resourece. I don’t want to overwelm you,” she smiled. “And I’m sure you have a lot of work to do with the school computers. Kids seem to know more about them than their teachers and we got some hacking problems but I’m sure you can fix it.”

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          “oh, great, right,” she says with a nod and a smile, faint relief unmistakable on her features. it’s not that she doesn’t want to help, but she’s developed a well-warranted aversion to people approaching her for a quick fix — generally, people with about the same understanding of her work as they of wizardry. “ah, yeah, for sure — try your hand at troubleshooting it yourself, and if you can’t figure it out just come by the shop?” she smiles, trying her best at being open, welcoming; she learned quite quickly that customers are much more likely to return if they don’t feel condescended. 

The woman made Richie jump as he was lost in the note book he was aggresively writing in, any kind of song that would come to mind but was not falling from mind to paper, in reality, the whole thing seemed like a disaster but dark eyes were now trained on the other woman, as he chuckled. ‘’You gonna’ tell me about it over a shot, or are we hitting the heavier stuff?’’ He questioned, this seemed more fun than the internal berating comments he’d been allowing himself to be fed by for the last two hours.

Wow, had he been here that long?

His eyes went to the bar tender, as he raised his hand to signal that they needed a drink before eyes slinked back to the other. ‘’And you are?’’ He questions, a small smile was toying on the corner of his lips. — Wasn’t it mad that people would talk to anyone in a bar, but out on the street it would be seen as a somewhat creepy jesuture? He all but grunt-laughed under his breath.

‘‘What ever the lady wants.’‘

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          she’s thoughtless, distracted, spotting a familiar silhouette and thinking little of it — after all, she knows half the town, and certainly more than half of the regulars at six mile. and then he looks up, and she shuts up, because that’s definitely not the face she was expecting to see. there isn’t a shred of recognition in his eyes, only a polite sort of confusion that only makes her feel more embarrassed, a hot flush rising in her cheeks. “oh my god,” she sighs, pained and overwhelmed by her own stupidity, fingertips pinching the bridge of her nose. “i’m such an idiot, i thought you were someone else, i —...” she groans, shaking her head. “yeah, this is it. this is the end. the cherry on top of the best day ever. i’m going to go die of embarrassment now.” 

It was only 1 in the afternoon but with the stress of two projects catching up to her, Lucy had found herself at the bar with a gin and tonic in hand and her papers all spilled out on the table. Meeting Ezra for lunch, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh a little when her friend finally joined her “Hello to you too.” She said sarcastically, but then took a sip of her drink and then continued with “A gin and tonic. I have two projects I need to get done and the deadlines are coming up. Im stressing out but this always helps. What’s going on with you?” Lucy asked, and tried to organize her papers to make room for her friend.

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“Go on, I am all ears here,” Georgie simply said, patting her friend on the shoulder as she took a sip of her drink. This weekly night with Ezra started off out of nowhere, and soon became a tradition between the two of them. Call it unexpected friendship, but the two woman hit off and a friendship blossomed when they least expected it to. “Just red wine. I know, boring, but I wanted to wait for you to arrive to get to the good stuff.”

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Valentina was sitting down waiting for Ezra to arrive so they could catch up and enjoy some downtime. She worked a lot, but she tried to make time for people and things that were important to her. Ezra became a very close friend to her quickly and she valued her friendship greatly. “One of those days, huh? Well that’s why I’m here. Spill the tea.” She placed her phone down and stopped looking at emails when Ezra plopped down in her seat. “I have a malibu pineapple right now. A good start for you or has the day been so bad we need to immediately break out the dark liquor?”

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“Ah―Can’t be that bad, can it?” After a wave of his hand, a simple smile graced his lips, watching the other sulk into her seat disappointedly. Her features were laced with discontentment, but it was awfully adorable, “Alright, darlin’, tell Cillian all about it.” he said confidently, as if he was capable of solving just about anything. Truthfully, the way Cillian perceived it, nothing could be as bad as having a motorcycle gang literally hunting you down. A fear that continuously plagued his mind. He held up his drink at the question, “Scotch.” lips extended into a full grin before taking a sip. “Sounds like you’re gonna need a big one, maybe something with tequila.” he chuckled, sort of joking. 

          “Try me.” It was all he could muster as he watched Ezra all but crash into seat across from him. Jeremy was interested to hear whatever it was though. Maybe it would get his mind off his own shit. “Just a beer for now. It’s not like you could carry me home so I’ll chill on this. There’s some nachos with extra jalapeños on the way.” The menu was pushed across the table in case she wanted to order something more. “Tell me about this day…”

          “Wait, hold on, I think you’re onto something…” Evie pointed at her friend, so grateful she and Ezra fatefully ended up in the same town once more. Although Berkeley was a bit more than a town, but semantics. “How’s everything going?” Again, she pointed though this time the question was directed at Ezra’s phone. “A little busy over there,” she teased. In a way, given the constant aching she felt, Evie hoped to live a little vicariously through her friends. Hell, even her sister provided some of that, as listening to her go on non-stop about her eventful life kept Evie from thinking of the way hers had turned in on itself. “Wait,” a chuckle at saying that one more time, “there’s a jewelry company named Pandora?” She had glossed over the Greek mythology tip since that had originally been her first thought and moved on when it proved not to fit the spaces. “Alright, your next drink and possible dinner tonight rest on us playing around with this streaming music thing.” It was easy to find a bit of a playful side with Ezra. “I completely forgot that was a thing,” she chuckled once more, “Did anyone actually ever use that?”

Bannerly looked to her left to see the mass of dark hair, instantly a grin flashed across what had been a sour expression only moments ago. Turning on the bar stool with crossed legs, she cocked her head to the side. ‘’You wanna tell me all about it over dry martinis?’’ She asks, eyes sparkling with interest. Her day had been hectic as well, while Jessica was away at yet another cheer camp Banner had been sorting through finances — she was fried, over-tired and fed up of hearing her ex partners name being announced all over town. 

That was the most exhausting part. 

‘‘I was drinking champage, so we can stick to that and get another bottle or we can be old ladies and drink dry martinis?’‘ Banner asks, sitting back on her chair as a pair of older man walked past and eyed then, an eye roll following. That was the only problem with this place at times, but the company in here was always what made it special. 

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          her interest is piqued at bannerly’s answer, brows rising with curiosity as the faint spectre of happiness returns to her wearied features. posture straightened, she rests her chin in her hands, brows quirked. “martinis? very fancy, mr. bond,” she quips, archly stroking an imaginary bond villain mustache. it’s nothing ezra would ever order on her own, but truthfully, bannerly is just a little too cool, proper, put together for her to admit her childishness in preferring something a little ( or a lot ) sweeter. 

“Glad I amuse you,” she said, taking her hand to stand up and look around to find her bag, thankfully still closed. “I wonder if you had laughed if I had broken my leg or something like that, but I’ve been around teenagers to know that they react in two different ways, they cry or they laugh.” It was difficult to contain them because they were so full of emotions that not even the most experienced teacher could prevent them from doing so so Sybelle let them vent when they needed. The worst they could tell them was “stop crying” or “stop laughing.” For some, she was more like a big sister and asked her for advice when it came to “love problems” because, according to them, she was an expert. 

“Now that you’re here, I think my laptop is fucked up,” Sybelle said. “And you ar the only one that can help me.” Ezra had done so in the past and from what she could tell, she helped in the school too when one or several computers started to give trouble to teachers and students. She had her own share of problems too when she connected her own laptop to the school servers and today, she was supposed to show a video and couldn’t, making her curse in front of the students who snorted at her. “Oh, please! It’s not the first time you heard me curse and it won’t be the last so stop pretending you have virgin ears!” she said to them. “I was going to show a video and the thing didn’t work. Also Word is not opening my documents so I need your magic powers to talk to machines and ask my laptop why is behaving like that!” 

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          she plucks the cigarette from her lips and pulls sybelle to her feet with her free hand, straining to wipe the amused expression from her face. a brow quirks upward at her question, an answer ready on ezra's tongue: of course not, but you didn't break your leg, did you? and then, immediately, are you calling me a teenager? but she already looks like enough of an asshole for laughing in the first place, so she bites back whatever thoughts might be remotely confrontational. “sorry,” is all she says instead, with an apologetic shrug, “fraid i'm not much of a crier.” in a subconscious gesture, she holds her half-smoked cigarette as far from sybelle as casually possible; all too used to judgmental pearl-clutching and trying to sidestep it whenever possible.