"I don't look for trouble, but trouble looks for me..."

TIPSY OR DRUNK …  often claiming the former, sawyer’s now balancing on the distinction. and with a fourth glass ordered, her steadiness is placed in jeopardy. what keeps its footing, though — is the general cheerful disposition which she possess. it’s a trait which does not allow fighting, even if the opponents include a feisty bartender and an inebriated stranger.  “  hey, whoa — how about we bring this down a notch, kill bill ? or like, eleven.  „  intersecting, sawyer places a hand onto the man’s shoulder, too busy defusing to realise her flawed pop culture reference.  “  you see that girl over there ?  „  she wags her finger across the room, avoiding pointing out anyone in particular, and she thrusts water and nacho bowl into his grasp.  “  she told me that she thought you were cute, and that she’s absolutely ravished … so, what’re you waiting for ? go get her, tiger !  „  and off he goes. nothing like the promise of female attention to satisfy a rowdy drunk.  “  holy cow, you’re on edge.  „  returning her attention to the other, sawyer hops onto the now unoccupied barstool.  “  you want the rest of my spritzer ? promise i won’t tell.  „ 

Nothing made her heat up more than when people didn’t pay, specially little old pal over there, somehow he has slipped under the other serves not paying but she wasn’t gonna let him pass by her. But right now she didn’t want to deal with him, maybe later once the place was starting to close down. And if anything, she’ll hit up her boss, he tended to be a little bit more scarier than him and sometimes she didn’t feel like wasting her time on the costumers who deserves a smack across their faces. 

@traditionale​ : Matthew

For some reason, today was especially busy at Silhouette’s. Sayoko had been serving drinks nonstop since she clocked in. As quick as she could, she finished mixing the drink she’d been working on and slid it down the dirty bar to the patron. Then without pausing she moved over to where a new patron slid into the bar stool. “What can I get you, babe?”

A rare day off for the young woman has led her downtown to the thrift shop, the thought of some new sweaters and jeans on her mind. Of course that’s what she’s doing with her day off — that, and avoiding the coffee shop for as long as possible. She’s rounding the corner to go inside when she sees a girl, maybe a few years younger than she, trip and fall to the ground. Instinctively, she rushes towards the girl to help. “ Are you okay ? ” she asks worriedly, crouching down to offer her a hand. Spying the blood, she takes the girl’s arm and pulls her up. “ You’re bleeding, ” she states, brushing hair out of the other’s face. “ Come with me, we’ll rinse the cut off and I’ll see if Sienna has a first aid kit in the shop. ” She ushers the other girl towards the thrift shop, face still contorted in worry. “ I’m Caroline, by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself before I started worrying. ” Sheepish look crosses her face as she opens the door. 

starter for adriana hernandez ( @mellifluoouss​ ) !

he lacked the incentive … to flip the OPEN / CLOSED sign around, but what he didn’t lack was reason. three am approaches quickly; and the clock hung on the wall above reminds him, with each tick counting seconds passed, that he has responsibilities beyond work. HIS SISTER — albeit old enough to care for herself ( stefan, of course, doubted it ) — snoozing away in their small apartment … vulnerable to intruders, and what stefan feared most, the bad influence of teenage boys. yet as customers had long left the cockpit, he hadn’t.    ‘    it’s catchy … like, it gets in your head—    ,    a bottle is placed between them, shared custody shown in the way it’d been passed back and forth — now standing half - empty on the bar.    ‘    —and makes you want to blow your brains out.    ,

in a mood held various interpretations. DEPENDING; definitions changing from person to person. but say you knew odette, and you knew she rarely, if ever, expressed emotions beyond irritation — you would then find yourself with a white flag in hand, waving it about as you prayed for salvation. TO AN OUTSIDER, she was gloom and detached. nothing out of the ordinary. except odette rosilio was not gloom. detached sometimes, but certainly not with eyes glazed in deep thought and implied desperation. the problem was that odette’s definition of in a mood was undefined. she was frustrated; pissed off; and downright furious — never upset; never contemplating; and never unsure of what emotion possessed her. she thinks she’s feeling desolation, borderline bereft … what she doesn’t consider is guilt.    ‘    you know what they say, practice makes perfect.    ,    arms fold, odette settles further into the booth. she could go for another round.    ‘    sounds … american.    ,    she speaks as if another culture dictates her normalcy. plenty came to mind, none which were categorized as the default though. suppose she simply preferred the mixed customs of downtown los angeles over the all-american cuisine.    ‘    ya got anything lighter ? like, i dunno, nachos or something.    ,

“It is very American... Kind of disgusting in my opinion. But we got nachos, I’ll make sure to tell the cook to put the cheese on the side so you can dip as much as you like. He goes heavy on the cheese.” A disgusting thought came on the back of her mind remembering how she almost drowned in barf at the sight of that disgusting peace of cheeseburger they called ‘food’, she didn’t understand neither how some people had an awful obsession with cheese. Yes it was delicious but it shouldn’t be the only flavor you should feel on your taste bud when you’re eating. “I’ll bring you another round of tequila, it be on me.”

florida  had  been  her  GREAT  ESCAPE,  and  as  she’d  reentered  eden  —  it  became  all  the  clearer  what  a  solace  the  land  of  seniors  and ‘gators  had  acted.  odette  had  thought  herself  to  have  left  the  drama  behind—to  die  down  and  to  lessen  in  consequence—only  for  it  to  have  reached  a  standstill.  just  like  she  left  it,  if  not  amplified.  and  once  more,  she  considers  making  a  run  for  it.  but  first  …  an  attempt  at  drowning  her  problems  in  liquor  and  greasy  food.  mind  appearing  to  have  been  read,  a  waitress  rounds  the  corner.      ‘      i  was  raised  on  the  stuff.      ‚     first  eleven  years  of  her  life  spent  in  texarkana,  and  the  rest  stuck  in  california  —  tequila  was  inescapable,  and  eventually  a  go-to.  a  flick  of  her  cigarette,  eyes  narrow.      ‘      depends.  ya  got  something  with  lots ‘n  lots  of  cheese?  i’m  in  a  mood.      ,

​“Since you seem to come here often and all you ever order is Tequila, which I must say great at holding it up unlike Bob over there. I thought I should introduce myself. I’m Adriana, and I guess I’ll be your server till it;s closing time.” Placing down the drinks with a complementary small bowl of peanuts, she took out her little handbook to make an order just in case it pleased the lady something to eat. “Just don’t make us kick you out, it isn’t pleasing but it would be pleasing to know if you would like anything to eat.”