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ELLYN  DIDN’T  HATE  HER  JOB,  really  ,  she  didn’t  .  sure  there  were  instances  (  like  just  now  )  that  she  didn’t  enjoy  but  truly  ,  she  didn’t  hate  it  .     ❝            listen  up  ,  i  am  the  manager  and  even  if  i  rang  the  owner  they’d  say  the  same  thing  i’m  repeating  .  that  coupon  doesn’t  work  here  .  so  your  total  is  fifty  three  ,  ninety  one  .  ❞      she  was  gifted  a  scowl  from  the  woman  that  stood  before  her  ,  money  thrown  in  her  direction  before  the  woman  was  storming  out  .     ❝  good  riddance  ,  karen  .  ❞     ellyn  scoffed  before  slamming  the  register  closed  ,  she  was  done  .  she  needed  a  smoke  or  better  yet  a  drink  ,  but  her  shift  wasn’t  over  for  another  ten  minutes  .  scrubbing  a  hand  over  her  features  she  offered  the  new  customer  a  blank  look  .     ❝  just  this  today  ?  ❞     /     @irvingstarters​  !

“     you’re slouching ,     ”       that sing-songy voice notes with a hint of   judgement    ever present ,     even before a face can be attributed  .    metal gears turn ,    keys and locks clashing ,    and soon follows the distinct click-clacking of heels which announces adelaide’s debonair entrance  ,    had she not earlier  ;   champagne ringlets nestled atop a steel clavicle ,     bouncing up and down as she strides into the lavish room with an air of vague curiosity .      “     and you came over without warning .   remind me to fire mrs.romero ,    ”     it might as well not have been pure jest  – the tone is certainly not indication .    “     did something happen ?     ”   @ffixaticns​ / closed.

posture straightens accordingly , her head snapping to look as the other makes her way into the room , a small grin on her face as she takes in her form .   she’s always looked up to her , even long before their kinship , so addie’s opinion of her matters to her more than   anyone   else’s .   at least , that’s what she tells herself .   she rises from the seat she had taken while waiting for her to arrive , her movements graceful , even if a little forced . “ don’t blame her , you know me . i wouldn’t take no for an answer . ”   arms fold hastily over her chest as she shakes her head in response to her question .  “ nothing of note . just got bored , and you’re the most un-boring person i know ... so then , what shall we do ? ”

there was a sort of warmth and comfort that came with lazy afternoons. the record shop would remain empty for long stretches of time, allowing milo to lounge behind the counter and read as he pleased. without anyone to ruin the displays or sift through crates, he had no need to catalogue or organize. besides, that was typically left for the last hour or two of the day. you start too early and you’d have to repeat sections. not that milo’s boss cared. he was knowledgeable on the product (to an annoying extent at times) and he was sickeningly charismatic with customers. he never got lost in one activity, the simple chime of the front door always alerting him to drop his worn out novel and turn on ‘customer service mode’. 

in fact, he was needed now. he looks over at the entrance, an uneven smile forming, “what’s up,” he nods, relaxing his shoulders— which he hadn’t realized had tensed in the first place. “whatcha here for?” @irvingstarters​

it wasn’t often that scout found herself gravitating toward the old record shop in town -- in fact, it wasn’t the shop at all that drew her here. rather, it was the person behind the counter. although she’d likely never openly admit it, he was pretty much the only person in this town that she sought comfort in. being the only person that had met her before she moved to irving, he knew what she used to be like, and what she’d become, and still didn’t dare pass judgement. he reminded her of home in all of the best ways. to anyone outside of their little bubble, however, it would appear that she just using him to warm her bed every now and then. 

high off his ass and wearing fucking slides and socks , jp’s walking around , eyes scanning every direction but remaining low on the ground , almost the crack of dawn . now , if anyone saw the way he looked right now , nearly bloodshot eyes , slides and socks in this damn weather , calling out the name ‘ dolores ’  every half second , they would definitely be suspicious and maybe even think he needs help of some sort , and shit , he probably does , but he swears , there’s a simple explanation for this . he was smoking a joint before bed before he comes to the realization that his back door was just a tad bit open , and of course , his beloved corgi dolores , is nowhere to be found . that explains why he’s roaming the streets at these ungodly hours , looking like a mad man . jp is starting to secretly get a little worried , because he doesn’t know if he’s going to find her , but thankfully , as he’s approaching a bush , he see’s her sitting on the grass , dark eyes staring right at him . “ hey , dolores ! hey , come here ! ” he calls out , bending downwards and extending his hand , trying his best not to scare her . “ come on , come here girl , come here ! ” nothing , as she just tilts her head slightly and continues gazing back at him . jp sighs , reaches into his pocket , and pulls out a dog treat , putting it towards her . in a flash , she books it his way , and he thankfully manages to put her leash on as she’s devouring her snack . “ yeah , yeah , so you don’t come when i call you but you run for a god damn milk bone ? what if i was dying , d ? huh ? what then ? ” he questions , his voice all high pitched like how it gets when he usually talks to her , babying her and petting her with both his hands as he chuckles softly . that is of course , until he realizes he’s not alone . he quickly gets up , running a hand past his black hair . this person did not just see him be a total soft ass for his dog , nope . impossible . he clears his throat , putting on a deeper voice and pointing a finger at her , “ yeah , and don’t you think about running away again otherwise there will be consequences ! ” really jp ? jesus christ , shut up the fuck up . now , he turns towards said person . “ oh hey ! didn’t even see you there . ” again , shut the fuck up .

starting to come down from her own high, scout found herself wandering the streets of irving mindlessly, reveling in the way the trees swayed in the wind. it was almost as if they were dancing to their own tune -- or maybe she was just still tripping her ass off. from the corner of her eye, she caught movement. something small, possibly furry. she wasn’t one hundred percent convinced that it wasn’t a creature that her mind had fabricated, but she decided to check it out anyway. she’d already thrown logic out the window the minute she’d left the safety of her apartment in the middle of the night. just as soon as she’d actually spotted the little furball, it scurried off. she followed instinctively, not realizing that the dog was running toward someone. a voice caught her off guard, her gaze lifting to see where -- and who -- it came from. a smile stretched across her lips when she heard the man switch up his tone when he addressed her, when in fact he was just talking to his dog with a much softer voice. “oh yeah, you tell her. although, i think it only works if you use your stern voice first...” she tried to hold back the laugh that was daring to rise out of her throat, but her inhibitions were incredibly lacking at that moment. it was difficult to keep eye contact with him, as every time she looked at him, his face distorted in an odd way. she hoped that he couldn’t see her massive pupils, but at the sight of his bloodshot eyes, she assumed that he likely couldn’t care less. “sorry, didn’t mean to creep up on you... just out, enjoying the... trees.” she sighed as her eyes wandered to the branches again, probably looking and sounding like a bit of lunatic. 

just a list of a few wanted connections for scout !! i’ll put them under a read more so it doesn’t clog up the dash.. catch me cryin in the club after this sb shitshow 

* jessica alexander, ciswoman + she/her  | you know scout rothschild, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a year? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to invitation by ashnikko like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole born with a silver spoon in her foul mouth, hiding bruised knuckles under fingerless gloves, tireless nights spent dancing on pointe until her toes bleed & her ankles feel so brittle they could snap thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 2nd, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered.