M I R R O R B A L L

Character name: Liberty “Libby” Mathis Age: 30 Gender identification: Cis Female Preferred pronouns: She/Her Residential area: Kitsilano Occupation: Bartender @ City Brew Pub Length of time in Vancouver: 6 months Faceclaim: Greta Onieogou

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where: anywhere! 

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“If you were gone from the city for say, I don’t know,” He pauses, as if he’s plucking a random number from the air when in truth he has a very specific one in mind, “Seven years, what’s the first thing you’d do when you got back?” 

“Are you describing me?” Libby laughed. “I’ve only been back in Vancouver for a few months now and I still haven’t hit up my old hangouts. Truth be told I don’t even know where to start. Moving back is hard, ain’t it?”

location: red cat records

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In a rare moment of unawareness of her surroundings, Camille flicked rapidly through the stacks of records – a little offended by how many of the ‘vintage vinyls’ she recognised from not that long – until her gaze snagged on a familiar powder blue cover. “Epik High, Shoerack – Volume 8?” she murmured under her breath. “Have people in this town finally developed something resembling taste?”

Libby couldn’t help but overhear what the other had murmured. “Oh God, don’t tell me you’re one of those music snobs, are you? I thought we all got out of the stage when we left middle school.”

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“This is a little awkward, but could you— could you do me a favor?” Before she could second guess herself, or the idea entirely, Naz slid her phone across the bar. “Honest opinion. Does this picture scream swipe left or swipe right?” Although she’d be the first to admit she wasn’t even sure which answer she preferred. She was (almost) certain she had no interest in dating. Just like she was (pretty) sure she didn’t want to admit her sister might be right. “I’m trying to avoid getting set up on anymore blind dates, but the only way my sister will stop is if I prove I have it handled on my own.” 

Libby leaned over from behind the bar to check out the picture. It wasn’t the first time a customer had asked for her opinion regarding swiping left or right. “Oh gross. Swipe left, honey. That thing is ugly as hell and you and I both know people don’t use these apps because they think beauty is only skin-deep. You’re gorgeous and whatever that is, is not,” she leaned back on her heels, swiping a cloth to clean a glass. “Can’t you just say no to her?”

location: grocery store

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Remington had run out of ice cream. Anyone with a sweet tooth knew that when they got that  craving, it could not be ignored. It wouldn’t. But just his damn luck they would be out of his go to of Cookies and Cream. There were so many choices he looked a little lost. Hues surveyed the cooler up and down. Then side to side. How was he supposed to choose? However, shock ran through his body as he saw an unusual flavor. “Who the hell comes up with these flavors - Mustard ice cream? This has to be a joke.” It was not . Nonetheless, a look of pure and utter distaste was shown on his features.

“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Libby answered with a grin. She herself had a basket full of pint-size deliciousness. The reason? She had none. She just loved ice cream. “You know they have garlic ice cream, right? There’s a huge ass festival in the Southern U.S. that celebrates anything and everything that has to do with the vegetable. Would you try it though?”