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martin del rosario & he/they/any / demi-man ‷ watch out , bryce sirilan has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 32 years old and celebrate their birthday on january 20. they are from bacolod, philippines, reside in tripp’s trailer park and are currently working as bartender @ wild pony. one thing you should know about them is they dress up in drag sometimes at planet 7 (for fun, not work). ‷ ( thia, she/her/they, 20, gmt )

HEY besties i’ve got another muse and i love them very much. info under the cut ( tw for discussions of homophobia and general lgbtphobia )

gunner: are you okay?

          Nic was doing their best to forget about studying.  Too many classes,  too much math.  And usually they were good at math,  but fuck.  The Wild Pony had to be their favorite place to drink whenever they were frustrated.  Nic watched as the bartender flirted with a lady until they finally noticed them.  “Uh…  how about a gin and tonic with lime?”  Simple to start out with.  “Or whatever. I’m not picking. Avoiding work.” 

sparrow moore wasn’t always a bitch . they liked to make it seem that way , mostly to protect themselves over anybody else , but the evening had been stressful enough , and so they lowered themself onto the sticky carpet beside bryce , finding it within to be compassionate for what seemed like the first time in their life . “ i wish i’d packed something pretty too . “ they responded , defeated with the one bar of service flashing , dwindling , on their phone screen . with a nudge of their elbow into bryce’s side , sparrow got an idea : “ you wanna come look through the clothes i packed ?? i don’t have any red bottoms , but i have some cool skirts . “ 

Jovi had never experienced anything like this.  She figured this was a freak storm to begin with, but she just felt so alone, struggling to do her best without the closest person she had to family in this town (Jaden).  She hoped he was okay, but she had to busy herself in the meantime.

“Hey, this might be the best time to put on heels,” determined to put on a brave face, Jovi turned to her new floormate, a forced grin on her face.  “We have to keep our spirits up somehow, right?”

“Well, I haven’t brought any. I was joking.” It wasn’t that he didn’t like presenting as more masculine now. Their gender expression was fluid; this was fine, generally. But in such a stressful situation, the idea of putting on some makeup and cute clothes was so appealing. “How are you holding up?” he asked, even though he was barely holding himself together.

sparrow couldn’t think of anything worse than being stuck in a hotel room , away from the other half of their family , having to care of their mother alone with pills and medicines from a rushed bag they had been forced to pack without warning . alev had to be there , somewhere , and they were tracing the winding hallways , something out of the shining , when they stumbled across a red-eyed stranger . “ you .. what ?? “ they mumbled , their phone in one hand as they continued to flick airplane mode on and off , trying to get in touch with their ex , “ please don’t tell me you packed some louboutins as essentials . “ 

the wild pony was winter’s escape - when things got to be too much for her, it’s where she usually found herself, looking for just about anything that would give her the chance to forget everything bad rattling around in her head. and because of that - well, she’s familiar enough with bryce and how they are. “cotton candy martini, please?” she hums, plastering a smile on her lips as she leans against the bar. she needs the sweet, pastel colored drink more than anything right now.

“Nope. Stop pretending to be old,” Grace feigned a yawn, as if she was bored of hearing about his age, wagging one finger at her cousin’s friend. She plugged her Nintendo Switch into an outlet. “Besides, Smash Bros is an easy, timeless classic. We can switch to more intense games later if that’s what you want.” 

She flopped on the couch, specifically at a distance that wasn’t far but also wouldn’t be considered weird. She raised an eyebrow at them, “You talk like you’ve never played a game in your life.” She holds out a controller to him, purposefully holding the edge so their hands wouldn’t touch unless Bryce intended them to. Grace liked spending time with Bryce (she invited him over on her birthday instead of celebrating) but it was difficult to try and find the safe place between Weird and Not Weird with them. “I’ll go easy on you. Promise.”

“I mean, yeah, sure. I’ve played Snake on my old Nokia 3301.” He indulged her with a bright smile, though, wordlessly acknowledging her points. When she handed out the controller, their eyes flitted to the strange way she was holding it. He tried to pretend he didn’t notice that. Movies always made having A Vibe between two people seem romantic or sexy, but so far it’d mostly just been awkward with Gracie. “Okay, I trust you.” Looking at the controller, he remarked, “Wow, these are so tiny and sleek. Back in my day™, controllers were so bulky.”

“Um, just a scotch on ice.” Freddie ordered it, giving the other a soft but polite smile. He had trouble with social interactions sometimes, so honestly the bitchy sound of the other’s tone wasn’t really registering to him. He was used to everyone sounding fed up with him even when they really weren’t. “Having a busy night?” He asked, trying to somewhat be a bit social.

location: anywhere they could be chilling at tbh

“i feel like all these new games are designed to make me feel as ancient as possible.” he knows they’re not old; he’s only in their early 30s, but these shiny new video games make him feel like he’s about to turn into a fossil.

“Huh? No, it’s fine, I was actually just waiting for my turn to be flirted with. I mean, that’s what people come here for, right? Fuck a drink when the bartender’s got those big brown eyes.” Mostly joking, Jude doesn’t even bother to feign interest in their tone, gaze still flitting about with the same almost perpetual boredom they always display. This town might be a whole fucking vibe in terms of inspiration, but Jesus, they’re practically going out of their mind some nights. 

In an effort not to slur her words she over compensates, the intentional spacing sounding far more suspicious than if she’d just let each syllable flow to the next. “There’s a dilf joke in there somewhere but it’s too messy.” One sentence is enough to realize that was a mistake. She drops the act with a cringe peaking over her shoulder to see if Bryce noticed the robotic shift, though her grimace quickly becomes a smile—genuine, then devilish. “Oh, trying to take me home, daddy?” She turns the spray bottle on them then, releasing a splash of sanitizing mist in their direction like punishing a naughty pet. “Down, boy. Down.” 

“Hey!” they protest when she spritzes the sanitizing mist in their direction. He finds himself laughing, though, even if he tries to hide it. “I’m trying to take you to a Waffle House,” he corrects her. “I’m so fucking hungry.” It’s true. And he thinks she’ll probably benefit from a nice, peaceful waffle meal with a friend. Or at least they hope she sees them as a friend. With Victoria, he always finds it difficult to tell what she feels about... well, anyone. For all he knows, she hates their guts and just has weirdly sexual ways of expressing it. Not that he minds those on most days, but tonight he just wants to drag her drunk ass to a Waffle House. “So? Are you coming?”

               “  sex  on  the  beach,  ” spills  from   her  lips  before  she  can  even  remotely  contextualize,  but  the  bar  is  loud  and  she’s  admittedly  not  great  in  spots  like  this.  after  all,  she’s  already  elbowed  her  way  through  a  sea  of  twenty  -  somethings  just  to  work  her  way  over  here.  “  sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  to  interrupt  your  conversation,  i  just  …  do  people  still  even  drink  those  ?  did  i  just  age  myself  here  ?  ”  cheeks  flushed  red  and  eyes  wide,  she  waves  her  hand  and  tries  again,  “  screw  it,  i’ll  just  take  a  shot  of  tequila,  please.  ”  might  as  well  go  down  like  a  champ.

“You should slow down on the drinks,” she counters, tongue poking between her lips as she sprays down the bar and uses a damp, stained rag to start wiping it down, one of only three that was rationed to the front of house for the day. “I’m totally fine. Everyone’s gone anyway.” She sees a shadow outside the diffused glass door between the stickers and graffiti, the last of the lingerers loitering out front with their cigarettes.  “Or, almost gone. Think if we switched to a 24 hour thing they’d stay all night?” She sprays down the same section of the bar, wiping it again before realizing her mistake and shifting downward, slightly farther from their poking and prodding, only swaying slightly on her feet. “Are you okay? Dad?”

“Probably. The average customer thrives off our misery.” He says, “But seriously, take it easy.” They scoff. “‘Dad’?” He shakes his head. “Time flies, huh. One moment, I’m a wild young thing. The next, I’m a single father of one. I guess it’s inevitable; I do sound like my Dad.” Complete with the deep, sonorous voice and everything, except Bryce is far from a conservative, cis-hetero Catholic. “Do you want to come with me when we’re done here?"