Vorticism

 Racism :tw, Death :tw, PTSD :tw 

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( ♚ — make no mistake — just because he happened to walk right past his apartment door upon arriving home at oasis after a long day at the shop and then proceeded to keep walking, past the doors and the stairs and the launderette, straight toward the parking - lot - turned - block - party that he happened to know sprung up on this day every year without fail right behind oasis DID NOT mean he was here to celebrate. he couldn’t have cared less which holiday warranted the pop-up bars scattered across what was almost his backyard, only that they were here now and he needed a drink. it was convenient. ( a little steeper than the liquor mart down the street, sure, but he actually read the whole flyer and it was for a good cause. ) head turns to glance at the man beside him as he suddenly speaks up and theo blinks at the unexpected enthusiasm, offers a mostly ambivalent shrug in reply. ❝ one of the best, huh? green beer and public intoxication really get your motor running? i’ll be honest with you, man, i’m only here for the booze. ❞ 

“Me too.” Jett replied with a smile. “ Guinness is my favourite.” He ordered another and then looked at Theo. “ You want another?” He asked looking at Theo’s drink. “ My ex wife is Irish so we used to head over there once a year and I used to love spending time there with her family.”

“Oh. Right.” He’d never felt one particular way about St. Pat’s or another, but green Guinness was sure something, he supposed. “Honestly? Not that great. Tastes watered down and shit.” He’d go for a regular next. 

“It looks kinda gross.” Jett said with a small frown. “ Did you play for it? “ He asked and ordered a Guinness and a beer and handed Tyson the beer. “ Here, have something that doesn't look and taste like leprechaun piss.”

The blonde rolled her eye before folding her arms across her chest. What was it with the guys around town and trying to get her in their cars? Hadley shifted her weight from one leg to the other before she spoke up. “I’ve got two legs that work just fine. Haven’t you ever heard of the term stranger danger?”

Jett raised a brow. “ Suit yourself.” He said refusing to engage in an argument. “ I was just being kind, my family always taught me to always offer a ride to a friend if you are heading their way.” He pointed out simply. He then turned to head down the street. 

Eden is lost again. In life and in the street. There was supposed to be a grocery store where she is standing but instead there is nothing. She glances round trying to stake stock of everything and bumps into someone knocking her bag to the floor. “ I’m so sorry.” She utters as she scoops down to pick it up . “ I’m trying to find the farmers market. My ex used to take me there and I thought it was here.”

Jett was on his way to work when a brunette knocked into him. The smell of her perfume made him know instinctively who she was before she even looked up. “ Its two streets away,” He murmured and helped her with her bag. “I’m surprise you remember me taking you there.” He said softly. “ How’s things Edee?”

Tyson was pretty sure he’d seen the guy around on Silverwood somewhere, fixing up his car (or someone’s car). A familiar face, though not a familiar name. “Best day of the year? I wouldn’t really say that.” That day hadn’t happened yet, or if it had, he’d sure missed it (though one had certainly come close). He drank his green beer — not that he exactly needed a holiday or incentive to drink — and eyed the somewhat-not-a-stranger over the rim of his tipped glass. “What makes you say that?”

“Guinness.” He said pointing to the black drink in his hand. “ And Irish accents.” He said as a women nearby hugged him and kissed his cheek causing Jett to laugh. “ Any excuse to celebrate the good ole Irish Guinness and I am there.” He looked at the green beer and raised his brows. “ How’s that tasting?”

Why is this relevant?

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“is that still a thing? Categorizing women because of hair colour?  That’s pretty lame. I’m not going to date someone just because of hair colour. 

This is going to make me sound like an old man ( which I am) but I have to say sitting in the back yard with the fire pit drinking Jack Daniels and curling up with someone while listening to chill out music. Not exactly exciting but I like it and they get to stay over and I think we all know what happens then. 

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❛ INTELLIGENTSIA COFFEE. @ 12:30 PM ━━ @slchat​​

The convenience of ​having the cafe in close proximity to the animal shelter was a blessing in disguise, or a curse depending on how optimistic she chose to be that day. Considering she was spending a hefty amount on the expensive roast a day, it varied from time to time.

The wooden key ring bangle she slipped over her wrist jingled with each movement she made, including the panicked shifting she was doing through her bag in search of her wallet; which unfortunately she realized she had left on the coffee table back at home.

“Shit.” She muttered, before glancing around to see a line now starting to form behind her.

“We do Apple pay,” the barista cleverly informed her, sliding the much needed cup of joe across the counter.

“Yeah, I uh – I don’t have that set up…yet.” Always late to the party when it came to electronics.

Embarrassed, but in need of her caffeine for the day, she turned behind her, let go of her pride and groveled, “Do you mind paying for me? I can Venmo you, or something? Or, uh. My work, well kind of work, is right over there ━━ ” she paused, pointing behind them, “I have cash there, if you prefer that instead?” She nodded while giving a tight lipped smile their way, “I just really need this coffee.”

“I got it.” Jett said with a smile and then ordered his coffee and then paid for both of them. “ You work at Los Globos?” He asked with raised brow. “ I can see why you need the coffee now.” He let out a small laugh and then handed her the coffee and clinked it with his. “I’m Jett. I was just heading over to the bar now as I have to checked the fire exits. Want me to walk with you?” He asked as he opened the door for them to leave. “ I’m the fire chief so I have to check the clubs once a month.”