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MJ was ready to push her off again as she shoved him, but he figured he wouldn't get away with it twice. So instead of he just smirked at her, stepping as close to her as he possibly could. "Maybe just wait your turn." he said, raising an eyebrow before backing off, going to stand in the exact same spot he was in before. "You don't scare me." he said, expressionless as he glanced over at her. Mentally he was cursing at himself, he had planned on bettering himself here, but for some reason he was off to a flying start with this interaction. "This spot is just so nice isn't it?"

Min-Jun looked up for a second, looking at her, before going back to the cat. "Thought it'd make you feel better." he said casually, before taking a sip of coffee from his cup. "Thought you would not appreciate it if a random stranger just sat by you, it's why I said it." he spoke softly, thinking of how to phrase things to not come over worse than he already was.

Off to a great start, like he always was, he thought of how he could twist it better, be nicer, because he wasn't about to apologize. "You can adopt cats here right? Were you considering this one?"

Min-Jun hadn't meant to push the other as hard as he did, he'd just wanted to shove her a bit further away. Even though he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, he wouldn't show that on his face, instead he opted for no expression as he stared her dead in the eyes. "Maybe don't come so close to me next time." he grumbled. "I don't like people in my space. This is your own fault." he rolled his eyes, mumbling something in Korean as he watched her.

The ground beneath her was swaying, or was that all her? Frankie could swear, the world was spinning on its axis going a billion hours per mile, or maybe that was just her head — drunk on some random girl's taste and the finest tequila in Port Liery. She was hogging up the lounge, in one of the private rooms with a woman on her lap — bloody and messy, there for her to enjoy and then toss aside.

Someone rattled the doorknob and barged in, looking stunned and mortified. As a daydrunk suburban mom once said, "Surprise!"

The door slammed shut with the speed of a thousand fucking laser blades, and she dropped the body to the floor with a loud thump. Bored of the whole shebang already.

That was the thing with her, she needed to move, on to new, shinier things. New, shiny faces waiting for her in the mess of bodies swaying in the middle of the club. She moved closer to a group of three, all toothy grin and an accent that got only thicker, when she was high.

"Seen my sister anywhere, babe? Blonde, french, there’s a stick up her ass, that's like sticking out, not too much but you can, like — see the end of it—"

He wasn't sure why he was here. It had been a seemingly stupid mistake to walk into a club like this. But he had done it anyway, and now here he was, sipping away at a drink he didn't want, looking over people he didn't know and regretting the entire decision to come out anyway.

He had wanted to get to know people, attempt to make a friend or two in this town, not that this was the place for it. Maybe it was a way for him to yet again attempt to convince himself he was straight, that he enjoyed doing dumb stuff like this.

He was looking around, scanning faces and memorizing facial features, something he'd learned to do to distract himself. His eyes had locked on a handsome gentleman, in order to keep his mind from wandering he'd started looking for distinct features on the guy, only stopping to do so when he heard someone speak to him. For a moment he felt like he was caught doing something he shouldn't, even though he could talk his way out of it easily. He looked at where the voice was coming from, a disinterested look on his face as he looked the other up and down. "Do not call me that." he sneered, rolling his eyes. "No I have not, maybe you should keep a closer eye on your sister next time."

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — queens gardens.

“i have a burning question for you…” the blonde began, her head turning towards the person on the park bench beside her. “do you think beaches are overrated? controversial, i know, but i’m trying to settle an argument with a friend who is outright claiming they are, and personally i find it incredibly offensive, so i have no choice but to desperately gather outside opinions.”

"Burning question huh?" he Belgian began his answer, giving her a light chuckle as he nodded. "Let's see-- well it depends..." he started, sitting up a bit straighter as he thought of how to explain his answer. "You see-- where I'm from the beaches are-- not my cup of tea. It's-- gross in my opinion. However the beaches here are-- different, they tend to be more-- clean looking if that makes sense, which makes me definitely more excited to go-- so-- depends on where, but here they are not overrated."

Anastasia was both house and dog sitting for the week. Her friend having to go out of the city on a business trip. Did she have any experience with dogs? No. But was she going to turn down a friend in need? No. Hence why she was at the park, walking the dog along one of the winding paths.

What started out as a beautiful and serene walk, turned into a nightmare all because of a ballsy bird. The little guy deciding to be brave and flying almost right at Anastasia, who screamed and flailed and dropped the leash. Now, the big golden retriever was running after one of the bird's cohorts, and the petite strawberry blonde was chasing after Buddy.

“Stop that dog!” She bellowed out, her hands acting as a megaphone over her mouth once she made eye contact with the person. Her pace not letting up, even with her locks going wild in the air around her.

Mauro adored dogs, the bigger the better, so seeing this big fluffy dog run around chasing birds absolutely made him smile. He chuckled lightly as he heard someone yell to stop the dog. "Come here bud--" he said, taking a stance to catch it, and luckily managing to do so. "Oh there you go-- good doggy." he smiled as he grabbed the leash, giving the dog a quick pat on the head before encouraging them to walk with him back to the person who'd just called for the dog to stop. "You okay?"

The blonde sighed, looking at her phone in frustration. It had to be upwards, maybe to the millionth time the blue light hooked on her features and annoyance glimmered in her irises. Why did I let her rope me into this? Dating wasn't Nirvana's thing. The blonde would rather be buried in 10 ft. of paperwork before going on a blind date.

Hence the set up; The good 'ole bait and switch. Her friend getting some mysterious call of an emergency that now left the blonde to her so-called friend's devices. Now some man was on his way. At least, that's what the message said in white and blue. But, if she genuinely hated the idea - why hasn't she left yet?

As the bartender seemed to be coming in her direction, she waved him down. That was when she noticed the other has been beside her for what seemed to be all night in Hell. The one who probably knows exactly how many shots she's had already. "Promise not to judge me." It was velvet due to her English accent, her smile marking her cleverness as the elegance of her hand wave was added with, "Double." The shot lasting about .2 seconds on the bar before being dropped down the hatch in a singular fluid motion.

Mauro had been roped into going to the tavern with some coworkers after work, not that he minded too much, being social after a busy day usually helped him relax. However most of his coworkers had either already left, or spotted other familiar faces. Leaving him on his own. He decided to at least finish his drink before heading home.

He looked over at the blonde as he heard her speak, smiling at the accent. "I'm not one to judge." the Belgian said, smiling. "Damn... rough night?" he asked. "I could probably use a shot or -- five myself so."

there was a light purring in the corner that had luke's attention when he stepped foot into the threshold of the shop. the call of the worker had his rounded, adoring eyes lifting toward the back but quickly they fell to the ground where a smoky fur pressed up against his ankles. taking the seat beside him, he beamed at the little feline while his fingers scratched behind the ear of the friendly cat. "oh ━ yes, i'm sorry," he apologized, giving a crooked smile when he looked up from where the cat nudged his pant legs, "i haven't been before. i ━ i actually had no idea this place was here. you guys have a killer welcoming committee. have you all been open long?" he questioned, nodding toward the menu as he did.

Aksel looked over their shoulder for a second to look at the other, letting out a soft chuckle. It was always fun to have new customers come in. "We have a truly awesome welcoming committee I know, though this is the small one, we have more cats in the back that are currently napping so don't worry you will have part two in a couple of minutes." they chuckled. "We've been open for a while yes, I think we're coming up to-- two years now?" Aksel questioned themselves. "Anyway, welcome to Meowtown, and hopefully the cats and I can pursued you to become a regular."

"Google could be helpful-- or you know look for people with experience. Nobody on your-- team or whatever that can help you along?" Aksel questioned, looking over at the other. They let out a chuckle at the others statement, nodding. "Hm I get that-- if public speaking isn't your thing-- why'd you say yes? I always say no, I will not be caught dead talking to children about important stuff."

"You can pay for something else then. Like our next coffee some other time." Aksel smiled. "I don't see it as taking advantage, you're my friend, I like doing things for you." they chuckled, shaking their head. "Pretty much the same-- oh! I'm talking to the local shelter to replace my cats with shelters cats at the café! So they hopefully can be adopted sooner, we're also thinking of doing themed nights or something to get more people in and hopefully get more cats adopted. Love life is as dead as it has been, haven't even found a good hook up lately."

sitting cross-legged on the floor, theo couldn't help but laugh as some of the resident cats vied for his attention, too. he scratched a particularly fluffy one under the chin and accepted a head bump from another, though he was keeping an eye on the three he'd brought over. he spun around in place at aksel's words, nodding along with them and pointing a pair of finger guns in their direction. "you know what we should do? cat themed music night. i can play and i could probably pull some strings to get some accompaniment." he was part of a band and he had friends who were musicians outside of electric touch. it shouldn't be a problem. "oh and, do you have a tiktok? because making people cry over animals on there is a great way to get adoptions up."

Aksel raised their eyebrows at the other, before having a playful frown on their face because of the finger guns. "Cat themed music night-- I like that." they smiled. Spotting the little gray cat slowly making an approach into the quiet room, Aksel got up, intercepting the cat before he could get on the platforms. "Well hello Gandalf, no hurting people today bud." they softly spoke, placing a gentle kiss to the cats forehead before plopping themselves back down on the floor where they had sat before, keeping the cat gently to their chest. "I'd love to have you and your band or any other bands to come play. Sounds like a lot fun!" they smiled. "I do have a tiktok, been thinking of making an account for meowtown for a while now."

"Why thank you, and they are, so I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then huh." they chuckled warmly. "Well food would be easiest as it is almost feeding time so we'll do that, it's calm here now anyway so I'll help with it." they smiled. "Oh thank you." they smiled, placing their hands on their heart. They loved it when people noticed the joy they took out of this, and the love they have for their cats. "I will never get tired of you, and neither will our cats. Believe me they, and I, much prefer regulars over constant new comers who only come once. Oh god, I honestly had not expected the amount of people who would be willing to adopt a cat after interacting with it here, which is why I'm glad I could potentially work with the shelter." they sighed, nodding their head. "It's mostly funny when I tell them their all mine and people start counting them and look at me as if I'm crazy."

"Well sadly I do not have the time to be baking my own sweet treats for the café, nor the energy and I'd rather not be in competition with an absolutely amazing bakery you know?" Aksel smiled. "Coming right up!" they said, disappearing to the back where there was a small kitchen area. Finishing the pancakes and latte they brought it over to the table. "Hope you enjoy."