[{ nothing ordinary }]

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She sits, blonde hair curled into a     perfect     web of bouncing tendrils. Far too much time had been spent on perfecting the makeup of which sat on    sunkissed    skin, but placed together- the outfit gave Saphira a sort of inescapable    radiance    beneath the bars    soft    lighting.

And across the way, she gazed- eyes focusing on one particular person. A candidate for preying, she yearned to be risky. Perhaps the alcohol that had entered her blood stream was making her particularly frisky.

Delicate fingertips traced a glass top, with a bite of her     rosed     lips. She beckoned the other closer.

                               “ Have we met before, you look... familiar.  ”

                                   “ and I wouldn’t forget a face like yours. ”

jaime hadn't noticed the blonde's summons at first. she had been too tied up with an email on her phone; concentration split between downing her beer in a bid to ignore it and wanting to type out a very frustrated long winded reply. thankfully, however, the movement eventually caught her attention and she lifted her head, almost dumbly pointing to herself as if silently asking if she was the one the other was indication. finally locking her phone, the officer slipped it into her back pocket as she moved around the bar to talk to her.

“Probably even more than three, but I guess I don’t listen to you all that much, now, do I?” God, why did she have to be such a little shit almost all the time? Frankly, Jett had no idea, but anything she was currently saying was meant to be interpreted as a some kind of joke, so nothing should go wrong, right? At least she hoped so. “That is exactly why I keep telling you that you should AT LEAST TRY yerba for some time, to see if your system is going to feel much better than it would after copious amounts of coffee you dump in it,” she reasoned, picking up the cue stick, herself. A trademark challenging smirk lit up her features as she leaned in a little bit closer to the table, “— loser buys another round, eh?”

She giggled. “Not so much.” She leaned down and carefully considered how to line up before doing so and taking her shot. The blue ball went in. “That makes me solids.”

“I would’ve been surprised if I didn’t hear that story at least THREE times this month, you know? And again – this entire thing would be worrisome if it wasn’t you telling me that, really,” Jett teased, right after walking closer to the table, resting against it. “— sure. But know that I will still DESTROY your sorry ass, man.”

She took it and nodded. “Sounds perfect. You want to break?”

“Coffee equals productivity. Your boss should love it!” She thought about it then said, “Either one. You pick.”

“I have a caffeine addiction too. There should be CA,” Isabella said, laughing. “Yes. Want to make it interesting? Raise the stakes?”

‘’If we’re confessing secrets here, I maaaaay have a secret stash of about hundreds of pixie sticks hidden underneath my desk at the library, so if you’ve got a problem… I may have too, but I’d like to pretend we don’t. There’s gotta be something we live for, am I right?’’ The blonde told the other honestly, the happiness in her eyes shifting for a somewhat more innocent look. ‘’I’ve never… played pool.’’

↳ living in everwood you’ll find JAIME DELUCA they look a lot like FLORIANA LIMA but that doesn’t mean much here. this 29 year old is a POLICE OFFICER and has lived here for 13 years. their preferred pronouns are SHE and when romantic they identify as HOMOSEXUAL. they’re DEPENDABLE & SINCERE on good days but SELF-DEPRECATING & EXPLOSIVE on their bad days.

Reggie: okay so i need advice okay?

Reggie: do i come out to my parents now, risking getting kicked out? or do i just wait until i graduate?

Reggie: its got me so anxious.

Jaime: talking as someone who was outed at fifteen, all i can say is that you should make sure you do it on your own terms

Jaime: don't let anyone take this moment from you - it's your story

Keeghan: Yo, you gave me your number last night but we were both pretty wasted.

Keeghan: I am a total asshole, but I kind of forgot your name. I put you in as "coolest chick ever"

Jaime: don't worry about it, it's not like it was an important name to remember

“Yes, my car has a flat. No no, I’m alright. I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this… It’s not like I have a session in twenty minutes. – I mean, how hard can replacing a tire really be?”

“Have you ever just found yourself wanting to wear a suit when you’e younger and now that you do it every single day, you get sick of it? Especially when it’s this beautiful out?” He asked the person next to him as he held his iced tea in his hand.