WHEN THE LIGHT GETS INTO YOUR HEART BABY

with ▬ OPEN STARTER for all. at any available bar or place that sells alcohol. january 30th ▬ around 8 in the evening. 

It had arrived through the mail that day. The fancy, eggshell colored paper had given it away. It was sealed with a light pink wax and their initials. Theodora had immediately felt her stomach flare up. She had called her mother right then and there. Jesus. The woman had laughed. Theo couldn’t blame her. She was happy. James made her happier in the four years they had been together than her father had in a lifetime. I, too, received the invitation and fully intend on going, that was the sentence that might have given Theo the impression her mother was on drugs. Or maybe she just wanted to flaunt her new relationship in front of her old husband, whichever was her reason, Theo couldn’t blame her.

She had showed Holly the invitation next, Holly had laughed. She picked the phone to call Mia. Put it down again. She was sure her father had called Mia already, maybe her daughter would be the flower girl. Fuck. Warren was out of reach ▬ had been that way her whole life. Maybe she was the only one who felt really bothered. Maybe she was the one who needed to hold onto resentment. Maybe.

She sighed and put the invitation down on the surface again, taking one final sip of her amber drink before flagging for a refill. Theo had asked for the day off, the first one ever since she arrived in Monleon, her surgeries had been rescheduled, the emergencies passed to the other surgeons, there was rarely ever something good, and she rarely got her hands on it. She hated not being her own boss. As soon as the drink arrived, she let the glass linger momentarily on her bottom lip, fingertips of her free hand tapping the wooden counter. Once, twice, three times and so forth, creating an annoying melody which let other people know of her frustration, impatience and anxiety. She stops before turning ever so slightly to the patron on her right. 

“On a scale of one to… whatever, how upset do you think it’s valid to feel when seeing your 70 year old father marrying someone younger than your younger sister? Asking for a friend.”

                  "Yikes.” It probably wasn’t an appropriate answer right off the bat, but it was as much as Katie could muster up caught off guard like that. She hadn’t been expecting Theo to drop that one on her. “I can’t even picture it.” In fact, Katie grimaced at the mere thought. “My first question is pretty obvious. Is there money involved? That’s kind of a sign right there. If there isn’t.... what the hell?” Her head cocked to the side, brow ticked, but she soon realized that wasn’t the actual question Theo had been asking. “Sweetheart, I’d be livid. I’d say you’re pretty damn valid in whatever you’re feeling.” 

location: main street ( event )

status: open ( @monleonstarters )

Strolling down Monleon’s Main Street, newly bought handicrafts in hand, Sadie could almost forget how much she had despised the town growing up. Seventeen years later, with the sheen of success and money, it was easy enough to recognize that it was her circumstances she had loathed, more so than the location. Still, a faint bitterness remained at the back of her mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the small object she spotted on the ground just in time to avoid stepping on it. “Excuse me,” she addressed the person several paces in front of her. “Did you drop this?”

                  "Good God. Am I really that clumsy?” Katie laughed at herself nonetheless. She was carrying a purse and yet she managed to fumble with that little trifold leather wallet and allow it to tumble outside of her bag. Luckily, the woman was kind and honest enough to give it back rather than swoop it for herself, which Katie knew happened far too often. “Yes, it is. Thank you. I owe you one. My life is kind of in this thing.” She chuckled again. 

@monleonstarters ​

With an empty store and a few hours left on the clock, Val took what little free time she got to check her phone. She’d felt it buzzing in her back pocket during an interaction with a customer, but she’d fought the natural instinct to immediately check the notification in return for a conversation about the classics. Just within the hour she’d missed out on checking, she’d gained twenty-three more subscribers, which put her within single digits of her next hundred. Of course, new followers always meant new requests, and new requests always meant doing something she hadn’t done before. As she scrolled through the new messages, Val heard the bell at the front door. As much as she wanted to focus on the real money maker between the two jobs, the record store would always come first.

“We’ve got a deal on everything used today. Buy two, get one free. You won’t find better prices and you definitely won’t find a better selection.” Vinyl Destination didn’t need her pushing for sales, but truth was, she meant it. She’d already added quite a few vinyls to her own collection, all of which had been in almost mint condition, inside and out. “Was there something I could help you find? If we don’t have it, I’m sure we can find it.” And she would, one way or another.

                  Things nowadays didn’t compare to how it used to be. A song was at the tip of her fingers, waiting to be downloaded for a service fee of once a month the day it came out... a movie could be pirated off the internet in HD, so the days of anticipation at the theater were dwindling down to nothing... Truth be told, Katie was craving some sort of normalcy and intimacy with how things used to be, so she slipped inside the record store and immediately hit the aisle with the classic Vinyl’s. Her red fingertips were just ghosting across a Fleetwood Mac sleeve when the brunette approached her, which prompted a sweet smile to slip across Katie’s face. “Oh, nah. I had some extra time. I’m just browsing.” She grasped onto the sleeve almost immediately afterwards. “Definitely getting this guy, though.”

Date & TIme: January 29th, 7 pm

Location: Monleon’s Last Friday, Bayfront Marina Park

Tagged: @monleonstarters​

Olivia could not remember the last time she had a day off that coincided with a Last Friday, but she was certainly grateful to be off that day. Needless to say, she never really regretted having to work over eighty hours every week. But there were moments where she had missed out on some town events because she had been on call at the hospital. Thankfully, tonight was not one of those nights. She had been hoping to make the most out of the evening when she had convinced her husband to go with her, and they had spent some time strolling past the various stalls, debating if they should buy any of the various homemade trinkets that were being sold. Her husband got pulled into an emergency at work just around 7 pm, which she didn’t mind at all, and she found herself strolling around on her own when she noticed a familiar face. “Oh hello, I wasn’t expect to see you here. Are you having a good time?”