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      “i have to admit that it is sort of humerus the level that teens will go nowadays to try and get into places that they aren’t allowed into. they do have some really interesting dedication to partying and getting drunk in public. but, i agree. i mean granted i am still a baby, and have no been out of school all that long, but it seems in that short span of time the teenagers have grown. it’s almost as if they’re trying to be older than they actually are all through school years, now. when i was in school, i didn’t try half as hard as they did to get into clubs.” 

“trust me, it was happening. you just weren’t there to see it.” winona smirks, thinking about the plenty of times that she had sat outside a club or a bar as her under-aged friends managed to find a way to get past the bouncer and into the venue. maybe her friends were really that smart. or maybe the early 2000′s were full of adults who just didn’t give a shit. the latter seemed more likely. god bless the fuckin’ baby boomers.

morgan feels as though she’s being told off for something she did seven years ago.  the list of things morgan and her friends  would do as teenagers to get into places  they weren’t supposed to be is almost  endless. she can, however, now see it from the other side, and she sympathises  with max, especially when part of her job also involves ensuring that people are  old enough to be there. in all honesty, she  never thought she’d be the person telling a seventeen year old who just got caught to come back next year, but here she is; max may or may not be responsible for morgan realising that she’s now officially  an adult. yikes. “probably the same idiots  who come into inkredible to get a tramp  stamp and hurl abuse at me when i ask for id.”

     leaving men speechless happens to be one of sunny’s favourite past times and to visibly see max’s inability to piece together a response brings him great joy. it would be a lie to say sunny doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing but he likes to think he’s coy all the same. come on too strongly and he may just scare max off – they are in public, after all. that doesn’t stop sunny’s fingers from traipsing their way from max’s sternum down to his abs, scratching ever so lightly at the fabric preventing him from the skin to skin contact he so desires. “good,” croons sunny, pulling back the finger from his mouth with a suggestive pop. “the way you said that makes me wonder what you’d get up to in public if it weren’t cold,” he adds with a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, “but, yes, i’m free. for you, babe, i’m doubly free and you can take me anywhere you’d like. i’d really like for you to take me.” the emphasis is for max’s benefit as is the vagueness of his statements. sunny’s already wracking his brain for private places they could get to quickly, without needing to break the mood max is so kindly allowing sunny to set.

      working at neon nightclub on new years eve had never been a problem until two days later, which she returned back to the living, waking world. there had always been twice as many people packed into the club, and three times as many people actively trying to get wasted as usual; which meant that she had been working non-stop since she came in until the time that she left at night. not being able to celebrate herself never really bothered her, she loved being able to celebrate with everyone. what she hated was sleeping all through the first of the new year.

      sleeping through an entire day and reawakening the next always feels a little bit out of body for her. taking an entire day off in bed is so out of her character that when she’s finally back in the waking work she feels off. today in particular the blonde feels the need to do too many things but her body tells her otherwise. she’s torn between needing something to eat or whether or not she needs something better than diner coffee. the thought of making her own meals at the moment is making her head spin — she might end up burning her flat to the ground. 

      with no real direction she lets her body lead her toward what she needs the most, putting full trust in herself ( which has been rare enough since the Before ). one of her hands runs through her hair, as her opposite shoulder pushes open the door to a small local bakery, one that reminds her a lot of her mothers back at home. addison orders herself a blueberry scone and a small coffee with coconut milk, and instead of handing over the exact amount for her order, she hands her cashier a twenty with a smile. “i’ll buy for the next person.” it might be half in part that it’s the new year and she wants to start off on a good note, or she’s too exhausted to collect her change or count out exact change.  chewing on her bottom lip addison collects her scone and waits off to the side for her coffee. 

the buzz at neon on new years eve is what makes working on the start of the new year worth it, the aftermath is the part that max dreads. not so much having to stay behind to tend to the many cups scattered or the broken glass or even the many phones and keycards lost in the festivities, it’s either sleeping too long or not being able to sleep at all. the latter takes the cake for max. sleeping during the day does not occur with him as the sun seems to keep him awake most of the time, though he’s reaching the point of exhaustion so perhaps he may actually end up playing catch up during the day. 

winter: SOS

winter: 911

winter: HELP

max: i'm concerned