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“My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.”

Location: Hidden messages Status: Closed @illlogic-s (JB)

JB WAS DRUNK. Or at least he was before trekking it through an endless crowd once he realized he almost missed his shift and began sweating out whatever bits of whiskey he still had in his system on the jog over. And he would have considered himself lucky that he made it just in time, too, if he hadn't been conned ( again ) into taking a double shot in a heart-shaped glass by Cupid before entering the booth. He was using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean of vodka by the time he noticed Brooklyn standing near. “Oh, hey.” He tried to mask the bad taste left in his mouth with a shake of his head while he continued to greet. “I'm JB." And while a part of him wanted to extend his hand out like this was some impromptu business meeting, JB left his free hand by his side and kept tucked deep into his pocket while he spoke. “So. You ever work one of these before?”

@illlogic-s event starter: closed for mariana

HER SHIFT WAS EASY, and so were the people, especially those who came to her booth all gullible and drunk and easy to entertain when they thought luck was on their side. Not so different from her night gig of working the bar at Pandemonium, only for $3 a spin on the pink and white wheel behind her did more people seem susceptible to putting their money where their mouth was than they were to spending $20 dollars on a single mojito. And if that was scamming, then Adam better do something about it now before her next round of customers. “Why don’t you put your hard-earned cash in the jar and find out for yourself?” Mariana relaxed into a lean across the surface and leveled her gaze to his. “Unless you want to ‘do something about it’, Mr. Hunt?” 

LOCATION: Cupid's Carnival TAG: Theo + JB @hedcniist @illlogic-s

Hands were raised in mock surrender, brows lifting along with them as he looked at Elena. " Hey now, no need for hatred. I told you I would go and get them but nooo. " The length of the drawn-out word exposing exactly what kind of state he was settling into. He'd managed to keep a decent buzz all day long, but as the sun faded so did his inhibitions and surrounded by two people he could genuinely call his friends, it was easy to fall into the pattern of familiarity.

“YOU HATE US but whose idea was it to bulldoze through a drunk crowd?”  JB hadn’t offered himself up for the sacrifice task like Theo had because it took only one look towards the line thick with people all drunker than they should be for him to decide that he’d rather not drink than to have to deal with the general public. Cheap beer and shitty customer service were reserved for dive bars and clubs with no cover, not…whatever this actually was. He greedily accepted though, sliding his attention from off his phone to the beer offered and only allowing himself a grin when he heard Theo thank Miss. Sunshine herself.

Despite being a barista herself and often being annoyed by obnoxious students who inhabited the café she worked at for hours and hours at a time, Isabel found herself doing the exact same thing. Only, she made a point of asking the workers if it was okay for her to chill at the place for an hour or two, all whilst trying to find a better job. Or write a song. Or do just about anything that required something more creative than the four walls of her room. 

Amusement flitted across the hint of exhaustion that clung to features as cool blue eyes watched the brunette behind the bar, hands clasped together beneath the faint stubble that lined his jaw. Theo didn't typically eavesdrop, or at least he tried not to, but the line of questioning definitely had intrigue clawing its way to the forefront of his mind. It felt akin to a bad reality television show, or a car that was lit up in flames on the freeway, something you couldn't quite tear your gaze away from, though realistically you knew you should. But, he didn't, as he hadn't when he'd come across the latter mere hours ago, not even feigning ignorance as Mari hung up the phone and turned his way.

“HA-HA, funny. Remind me to never again ask you for help.” Just the thought of even having clients of that kind made Mariana pull a face of dark knitted brows and an accompanying red-lipped frown. And while she’s never been one to knock someone’s hustle, there were lines she had drawn that she just simply couldn’t ever see herself crossing, and that fully included those that liked to see her pedicure in different styles and her feet in different shoes, amongst other weird things. That, and, like, selling organs on the dark web for a couple hundred bucks. She can’t say how she knows about it, but had a feeling Theo would disapprove either way.