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ALFIE PRESCOTT ( HE/HIM ) is a CIS MALE, THIRTY-ONE year old BODY PIERCER who has been living in Moorbrooke for ONE WEEK. They were born on NOVEMBER 5TH and right now, they are currently residing in OAKLEY COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like OLIVER SYKES and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose WILT by HOLDING ABSENCE. 

Bex rolled her eyes and leaned in close, making sure to make it meaningful. She paused a little, her lips inches away from his and then pulled out a dollar, placing it in his shirt. “How about some money instead? Then maybe, if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you my name.” She smirked, leaning back, still leaning on the bar as she waited for her drink. 

She definitely thought this guy was hot, that was obvious. She had a thing for tattooed bad boy types but she also knew how to play them. She knew what made them tick. She wasn’t giving in that easy, not even for a second. He’d have to wow her first.

“So, you new in town? I don’t think we’ve met.” She watched him work and kept eye contact with him the whole time, making sure not to break it. 

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oh, she was a tease. alfie can’t help but to feel a little entranced as she leans in closer. he’s seen her around before, wondering what her deal was but he’d never the opportunity to speak with her. now he had it and she wasn’t even telling him his name... fuck, he loved when they played hard to get. “i dunno what you mean, love,” alfie murmurs in response, “i’m always a good boy.” though he has a feeling that even she knows it’s a complete lie through his teeth. 

he takes out the dollar, placing it in his back pocket. he’d find a way to slip it back to her at some point. “been here a couple weeks, yeah,” he then says whilst fixing her drink, though he finds himself unable to watch what he’s doing as he’s caught up in her gaze. there’s a small spillage but he tries to play it off. “you one of the locals, yeah? reckon you could show me about the place. i’m in need of a tour guide.”

“Oh, no! I’m melting away like the Wicked Witch in The Wizard of Oz,” Elliott jokingly replied, placing a hand on his forehead to feign feeling lightheaded. Of course, he wasn’t upset about the spilled drink, as it was both an accident and pretty damn funny. He dropped his hand to go back to his side when Alfie offered him a towel, and then the shirt off his back, “y-you’re so sweet. Don’t worry about it; it was pretty hilarious,” he admits, offering him a warm smile, light laughter still pouring from his lips. “Are you okay? That edge of the counter didn’t do too much damage to ya, did it?” He lightly teased, giving Alfie a playful wink. “You know, I may not need a towel, but I will take another drink. This time, though, I’d like it in the cup,” he said, unable to help the light jest. 

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“elliott, i’m so sorry!” he genuinely does feel guilty, especially as the other is clearly dressed to impress but thankfully elliott doesn’t seem to be too upset and it’s always nice to see that laughter bubbling out. “phew,” alfie sighs with relief, “oh yeah, i’m fine! i’m just fuckin’ clumsy, always have been. don’t know my own size.” he grins with a light shake of the head. “no doubt i’ll have a bloody bruise on my hip in the mornin’, but i don’t mind gettin’ roughed up a little.” alfie gives elliott a playful wink, unable to help himself from the shameless flirting. “i think i can do that,” he says, fetching the other another drink. “added in a little extra alcohol just to say sorry.”

After two kids there was nothing that would make Rory upset over messes. Case and point, the flying drink that landed right on him. Not one to take anything too seriously he ended up erupting into laughter when he shook his head and saw little droplets of water shoot straight down. “Don’t even worry about it. I have to thank you actually. I was looking for a refreshing drink and got it. You good?” He asked as his dimpled grin showed he really wasn’t bothered by it. “Uh yeah can I get a towel?”

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he lets out a big sigh of relief when he sees the other burst into laughter, alfie knew then that he was off the hook. “ha! well, you’re welcome -- i’ll refrain from throwing another one though.” alfie teases with a wide grin, “yeah i’m alright, i just have like... no spatial awareness,” the man admits, “i used to be proper skinny and that, so even though i’m bigger now, i still think i’m tiny and i knock shit over all the time. so clumsy.” as the other requests a towel, alfie looks behind him to grab one of the unused ones meant for the bar. “here you go mate,” he says, handing it over to the other. “can i get you another drink? it’ll stay in the cup this time, promise.”

teddy was spending some time away from their usual company to catch up with their other friends. they’d ended up at the bar for a drink, heard some rumours about free drinks and felt they had to try their luck. of course their anxiety wouldn’t let them ask about the free drinks so he was glad when the other had offered. ‘ah– oh!’ he exclaimed as the drink poured down his shirt and let out a laugh. ‘no, no. oh, it’s fine! keep your shirt on. it’s warm out it’ll dry right off. i will take another drink though, if you’re still offering.’

Ryan couldn’t drink over the weekend, or really in general. He was working first aid but had a chance to get out and explore the carnival a bit. When he felt the drink land on him, he paused, jaw clenched for a second. “A towel would be great. You gonna get your stomach pumped later too?” he rose a brow in question.

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alfie’s brows furrow in response, “oh yeah, because you definitely need your stomach pumped after a few pints. jesus christ.” he mutters, turning his back to fetch a towel. it wasn’t exactly the cleanest one, but alfie felt he owed the other absolutely nothing so he wasn’t bothered by it. “now, you gonna you lighten up and not judge others for havin’ fun? or can i get back to servin’ customers that actually want somethin’?”

Leviathan took a break from his booth for a moment to grab a drink from the bar before the string of curses fell from his lips. “What the actual fuck mate?” He hissed as the drink happened to land on him. “So, not funny. I can’t paint kids faces smelling like this.” He spat out as he pulled his shirt off tossing in on the ground. “No thank you. I think you have done quite enough mate. I have a couple stashed at my booth.” He replied as he grabbed napkins to dry off his skin. 

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“who pissed in your cereal this morning?” alfie asks with a cocked brow, he doesn’t feel threatened by any means and if anything, it only makes him want to laugh harder. “just tell ‘em you’re a ragin’ alcoholic and you’re still waiting for an AA placement. i’m sure the kids’ll understand.” he jokes, arms folding against his broad chest. “accidents happen, sweetheart.”

it was probably evident from alfie’s swaying that he’s had a fair few of the beverages from behind the bar already. he can’t help it, the temptation is there and he’s built a rapport with several of the guests to the parade because of the free shots and drinks he’ll slip in, taking one for himself as well because it’d be rude not to. he’s in the middle of handing one of these free drinks over when he bumps himself into the edge of the counter behind the bar, causing him to jolt and the drink goes flying. “oh, fuck!” he places a hand over his mouth, though it’s unable to disguise the grin underneath because c’mon, it’s pretty funny. “i am so sorry! can i get you anything? a towel, or i got a t-shirt you can borrow? i mean, it’s the one i’m wearin’ right now but uh... shit.”

It was July 4th and he couldn’t begin to describe how grateful he was for the breeze coming off the Atlantic as he and the twins walked down the main street that had been turned into a July 4th celebration. The kids had been looking forward to it all week, since they had seen the signs for it around town. They couldn’t quite read yet so Luke had to read it for them, but he didn’t mind a bit.

Now that they had arrived, the twins were in sensory overload. He asked them what they wanted to do first and they both wanted to do different things. He took a deep breath and got down on their level, pulling a coin from his pocket. “Both of you pick something and then we will play heads or tails to decide what we will do first. Deal?” Both twins nodded anxiously awaiting the results.

Luke flipped the coin, which made the kid that had to wait start crying and throwing a tantrum mid-street. He let out a sigh having wanted to avoid this exact thing. He tried to calm the upset child down before they went into full meltdown but it was of no use. “I want a frozen pop!” The child cried out and had Luke wishing they had stayed home in that moment. “Baby you know this meltdown will not make you get the frozen pop.” He sensed a presence and pulled his child toward him a little in case the other needed to pass since they were essentially blocking the road. “I’m sorry. Did you need to pass?” Luke still carried that friendly smile but felt the stress of the situation inwardly. @moorbrookestarters

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children. and there were two of them. alfie’s never been very paternal, he doesn’t understand the desire of having a screaming banshee in your life that’s probably going to grow up to be a complete asshole anyway (especially if they turned out like him). his brows furrow as his path is blocked, it seemed every step he takes, one of the terrors were getting in the way and as much as he wants to just boot them, alfie isn’t that terrible of a human. instead he sighs softly, his hardened exterior softening even more when he sees the father who really didn’t look that much older than him, if not of a similar age. it was funny how people chose different paths of life, but so long as they were happy then who even cared?

“you alright, mate?” alfie asks, “looks like you got your hands full. dunno how you parents do it. can i give you a hand with anything?” he isn’t normally one to be nice like this, but, beneath it all he does have a small cold heart.

Location: Carnival, Glow Stick Booth When: July 4th Open Event Starter | @moorbrookestarters​

It had been at least two to three weeks since Rook had last written a thing, and sitting by himself at a glow stick booth in the middle of the day was a brilliant metaphor for why. Sure there were the early birds who might buy something just for the sake of having it for later that evening, but nothing of interest was going to happen for him for another several hours. Instead he’d watched aimlessly as people passed, window shopping and making comments like “We’ll definitely be back later!” before pissing off back to whatever caught their attention next. It was taking everything in him not to abandon ship all together in favor of closing up shop and seeking out a beer. Instead he opted for something a little less debaucherous as he pulled a cigarette out of his pack and started reaching around in his pockets for a cigarette to no avail. “Dammit…” He breathed out mostly to himself as he glanced around for anyone that might strike him as the type. “Hey! You wouldn’t by any chance be willing to let me bum a light off of you would you? I’ll trade you for a pack of glow sticks.” He added cheekily as he lifted a small package off his table.

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it was only early but already alfie was exhausted from how little work he’d put in when it came to setting up the bar for the evening. he’d managed to sneak away from his duties for a moment, choosing to wander around the vicinity as if a man head to toe in tattoos and towering over 6′3″ was going to just blend in with the surroundings. “glow sticks?” the man questions to himself beneath his breath, not realising the person behind the counter until they spoke up. “oh, shit! yeah, course mate.” alfie says, dipping into the pocket of his jean shorts to draw out a lighter for the other. “bit of a strange time to be sellin’ these, ain’t it?” he asks with a chuckle, “but i’ll definitely take a pack. i’m sure i can get some good use out ‘em later. maybe i’ll see you by the bar soon, yeah?”

Location: Bar Pop-Up When: Just after dark Closed Event Starter | @itsprescott​

The day had gone on without a hitch. Bex showed up early to get a good spot for the parade and then had lunch with friends afterward. After that, she was feeling a bit tired and decided to walk home for a nap since she didn’t live far from the area where the carnival was. She fed her cat and then set her alarm for a little later so she wouldn’t miss the fireworks. After her name, she freshened up, reapplied her makeup, and then headed back out to the festivities. She decided to start with some delicious alcohol and went over to the bar pop-up she’d been told about earlier. She waited at the bar for service, looking around and also figuring out what exactly she wanted. 

When she saw a bartender, she tried getting his attention, leaning over the bar as she waved her hand. “Hey, can I get a whiskey on the rocks please?” she asked, smiling softly.

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the only reason alfie signed up for this parade was to have more of a chance at socialising. he was due to work behind the bar, figuring it would be the best place for him, except he seemed to be spending more time flirting and giving away free drinks (whilst sinking a few for himself) than actually handing drinks to paying punters. oh well, he knew he wasn’t destined to be a bartender. 

as he pushes his half-empty pint glass from out of view, alfie glances up to meet eyes with a woman who seemed like she’d been trying for his attention. “oh, hey,” the brit says, giving her a cheeky grin. “i suppose i can do that for you. but what’s in it for me?” alfie teases, reaching for a cup to show that he was obviously going to serve her regardless of what she said. “i can at least get a name from you, right? a pretty girl like you.”

“I don’t know about that, you’d be surprised at how many people move in here. There’s a reason I always know what’s going on around here and it’s not just because I’m too nosy for my own good.” There was a little smirk on James’ lips as he spoke because anyone who knew him knew perfectly well that he was far too curious for his own good and always had to know what was going on around town. Another laugh left his lips and his smirk transformed into a mischievous smile. “That was smoother than half the pick up lines I use on tinder. Clearly my instincts just KNEW I would find the perfect snack on this side of town. Thank you for coercing me into carrying your sofa up here.” 

It definitely didn’t surprise him hearing what Alfie’s job was by looking at him. Maybe he was the type of person who scared little old ladies but honestly, James was fascinated if anything else. “Body piercer? That’s pretty cool. I got my nose done but that’s it. I was thinking about my tongue but someone told me I might not be able to talk properly until it’s healed and honestly? That’s TRAGIC.” Tragic for James considering most people he knew would be delighted if he was quiet for once. “I guess there’s a lot of conservative old people who retire here – there always is in beach town. But I promise there’s actual cool people here too. Like me.” Despite his own tattoos, James knew that he looked soft if anything. It was probably the dimples and cherub curls and ridiculous smile that was always on his face. “I don’t have many talents but one of them is looking pretty, no matter what I do.” He winked back at him, still smiling cheekily. “I’m always around so feel free to hire me to look at.” 

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“what can i say? i know how to charm my way into people’s hearts,” alfie grins, though forgetting to mention that he usually destroys them afterwards. it should be something he feels guilty about but he just doesn’t. “guess you’ll be seein’ a lot more of me then.” and he hopes that’s going to be the case as they start to climb the stairs, sofa in tow between them. 

usually people assume he’s either a body piercer or a tattooist by his appearance; there was a moment in his life where he felt like changing career just to surprise people but he doubted anything would be as gratifying as shoving a needle into someone’s body. “can’t talk, can’t eat anything solid, and you can’t give head either,” alfie gives james a little wink, “but, it’s worth those two weeks of pain, trust me.” he flicks his tongue out, showing off his own piercing.

though his exterior looked quite menacing underneath it all he really was like a big puppy, an ADHD-ridden puppy that was far too exciteable at the best of times. “i think once we drop this sofa down, you best give me your number then so i can do just that, yeah?” alfie boldly asks. “not often you get to meet someone on a chance encounter who’s fit, helpful and’s pretty funny as well. and then i guess you ain’ bad either.” the elder jokes, the pair of them finally reaching the third floor. “i’d say this could be fate. you wanna come in for a drink?”

It had been some time since Elliott had found himself enjoying the nightlife Moorbrooke had to offer, and he couldn’t understand why it always took him so long to come out. He loved being in a vibrant environment, but he also loved diving into a good book and watching a good crime docuseries. Tonight, however, he figured he’d live life a little and step out to see what Moorbrooke had to offer this evening. So far, as he swayed with the rhythm of the music in Club Leziate, the guy hadn’t regretted a single second of stepping out. 

He was so lost in the music that he began to laugh and smile, from feeling so free, so happy. His body turned to face the direction he heard the greeting come from, his smile growing more as his gaze landed on the other’s face. “H-hey,” he replies, coyly looking down, smiling a bit more, “I, uh, I didn’t think anyone was watching that. I’m a little embarrassed, yet,” he looks back up to meet the other’s eyes, “I’m happy my dance moves caught your attention. I appreciate the compliment. You know, you have a bit of moves on you as well. I saw that shimmy, very nice,” he lightly laughs, playfully winking. 

For some reason, the hand the other placed on his waist sent his heart fluttering a little quicker than he expected, but, of course, Elliott tried to ignore his nerves. One of his hands come up to gently rest above the other guy’s hand, “I’m Elliott, and I would love a drink. With a shimmy like yours, though, it seems like a right shame if you didn’t get the offer returned. So, what do you say, you buy one, I buy one? Deal?”

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“i couldn’t not watch,” alfie chuckles, fingertips lightly dancing themselves against the younger’s waist, “you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” as their eyes meet, a grin spreads wide across his features before he shakes his head after being caught out from that shimmying. “stop it,” he laughs loudly, “i’m sure i’ve got no rhythm. this isn’t my usual scene,” alfie then admits, “it’s a little too... doof doof for me; i normally like it when there’s men yelling.” 

as the other turns to him, agreeing to the drink, alfie knows he’s set for the night now. and he was a polite one too; it wasn’t often that a drink was offered in return and it warms alfie’s heart some -- at least, what little was left of the object in his chest. “it’s a pleasure, elliot,” alfie says, leaning in to gently press a kiss to the younger’s cheek, “i like the sound of that. my round first, yours next.” he already has some liquid courage searing through his veins and so he takes hold of elliott’s hand, leading him through the crowded club and toward a bar that was a little more quieter. “so what can i get you?” he asks, “i think i might get a gin.” he muses aloud, “maybe two. make them doubles. we’re here to have fun, aren’t we?”

       eleanor was a big fan of dating sites, even just for hookups. her smoewhat shy demeanor made it a bit of a challenge to fully flirt without having a few shots in her system already. another plus was that she could be far more selective with whom she spoke with. tonights lucky winner had her wanting to completely devour him. but of course eleanor was a proper young lady and would try to contain herself over drinks that night. 

       due to her upbringing of always looking her best no matter where you are, it took no time at all for the girl to be ready to go meet her date. not a sliver of stress lurked in her body as she entered the bar. she had just received his arrival text but it was so much more fun to have him come find her. there was never any shame in buying shots as the start of a first date, immediately weaving through the crowd to the bar it took less than a minute for the girl to have four shots of fireball lined up in front of her. “please, call me ellie and i’m assuming that makes you alfie? the pleasure is mine.” ellie grinned as he reached her. “well as juvenile as it may seem fireball always fuels my confidence for a date, would you like two of them?” she offered laughing lightly.

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“that’s right,” he responds with a grin, unable to stop himself from dragging his gaze up and down her slender frame. she was absolutely beautiful and he wonders how he managed to pull this one off; part of him knows he needs to make more than his usual effort. “oh, fireball is the shot of champions,” he then says and already he feels more at ease because this was his kinda girl. always a sucker for a shot and fireball whiskey happened to be a firm favourite of his. the boxes kept on being ticked and it was honestly a rarity. “thank you, love,” alfie reaches over to take one of the glasses, clinking it against ellie’s own before knocking it back in unison and then repeating with the second one. the burning sensation was comforting, he could have easily done a few more of them but that was guaranteed to be the start of a very slippery slope. 

“i’m thinking cocktails,” alfie then says, reaching for the menu that’s sat atop the bar. he opens it out, standing aside so the both of them could look over the menu. “you ever had a zombie?” he asks, “absolutely delicious but bloody lethal.”

“Is it? I didn’t know that was a thing. You don’t want me to be able to call you anytime, or else your phone will be ringing at 3 in the morning with me ranting about how someone wants white lillies at their funeral and that’s just tacky and overdone! Do something original! You know what I’d like to see at a funeral? Sunflowers! Celebrate life rather than mourn death!” she rambled, doing her best to keep the couch up. “Oh, right, sorry. I’m a mortician,” she said, very matter-of-factly. “Well, now I’m sad I never visited Sheffield or Scotland. Next time I visit my family I’ll be sure to stop over for a couple of day trips.” Thae frowned slightly, cocking her head to the side. “Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that. I hope you find that new beginning you’re looking for. I originally came for school and to learn my English, but I kind of actually like it here. So, I’m sticking around for a bit longer.”

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“i wouldn’t care if you called me at three am,” alfie points out with a shrug, “i don’t sleep much.” which wasn’t a lie. he plays it off jokingly, though insomnia really was one of his enemies. it’s strange to be an adult who fears falling asleep, but he’s learnt to live with it. “now this makes sense though, the whole funeral thing,” he pieces two and two together, a grin on his lips, “that’s fucking cool. shows you can’t judge a book by its cover, you know? pretty little thing like you.” alfie can’t help to flirt, though he resists a wink. “how long have you been doing that for then?” he asks, because her job was definitely far more interesting than his own and now he was invested. as the pair of them conversed, they slowly made their way up the stairs. alfie was breaking out in a sweat though he tries to disguise it, always wanting to appear the alpha in a situation. “nah, it’s all good,” alfie says, “i like it here too. given it’s only been a little while, but it seems kinda peaceful and i’m into that.” 

eventually they reach the third floor, they’re close to his apartment now and alfie feels a sense of relief. “right, just through here,” he guides the pair of them down, before placing the sofa on the floor so he can push open his front door. “say, can i make you a drink to say thank you?”

it’s been a long while since alfie was in a club; this wasn’t like the one he used to frequent back home. corp in sheffield was on a different level and he lost count how many times he found himself crawling back home with a greasy kebab in one hand. this place seems a little more classier, alfie figures he should behave as his gaze falls upon the crowd. he spots a figure dancing, their smile looks contagious and so off he swoops. 

“hey,” he says, shimmying his way over. except alfie isn’t a dancer by any means, he barely has an ounce of rhythm and especially not to music thumping like this. he’s more used to shaking his head aggressively and shouting. “you got some moves on you,” alfie points out, lightly placing a hand against the other’s waist. “can i get you a drink?”