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Jae prepared to put on his best puppy eyes but was happy she agreed. Those should only have to come out in extreme situations. He shrugged and took another sip of his drink the cold liquid helping with his throbbing headache. “I guess you are right but then how am I going to explain to my future lovers why I have a pin on my arm. That I get constantly destroyed by my best friend?” Jae asked before looking down at her bruise. Worried, he kneeled down and held it looking it over before grabbing a pack of peas from the freezer. “I told you to be careful. Your stairs are literally a fire hazard.” Jae looked up and laughed, “Oh please, if I got upset everytime you called me an asshole then we wouldn’t have been friends for this long. So do you have a cast? or should I become your personal uber?” 

Jacob sat at the cafe, sipping a chai tea latte and reading a new book he had picked up from the library on his way there. He looked up when he heard a voice and gave a small wave to Mariana. “Hey you.” He smiled, motioning his hand towards the empty seat across from him. “Please, take a seat!” He said, putting a book mark in his book and setting it down next to him. “How are you?” He asked.

“Hey I am happy we are able to outline those boundaries between a gnome and a dick.” He said trying to sound as serious as possible. Jae popped up from the fridge holding a drink and leaning on the counter opposite of Mariana. “If I have a say in any of this then I would appreciate if the tattoo were on my arm.” He said taking a sip, “Oh my god wait you should give me a bowling ball and you get the pins because I knock you over with my amazing personality.” He cheekily said smiling at her. “But for real you got home safely right? You wouldn’t let me walk you up to your apartment because you said and I quote I am the biggest asshole you have ever met.” 

Dot offered Mariana a warm smile when she told her how honored she was to be in her presence. You’d think after thirty-five years as a critically acclaimed Ballerina she’d stop feeling nervous when people would fawn over her, particularly young aspiring dancers. Nope, still felt odd. “It’s great to finally meet you, Mariana. My niece Livie speaks highly of you. She thinks you’ve got real potential, that’s why I chose you to be my assistant after all.” Dottie laid a hand on the girls shoulder. “I want you to feel at ease when we work together, don’t be afraid to be yourself. Don’t let my name or the titles get in your head. You may be disappointed when you find out just how ordinary I really am.” She laughed, being uppity was never thing.

 “ I chose you for a reason, you are a dedicated dancer with talent. I’m equally honored to be working with you.” Dottie hoped that would ease the girl’s feelings about dancing in front of someone so well known. “It’s my fault we hadn’t met before, i’m terrible with time management lately. I kept meaning to get a one-on-one with you so I could see your technique. I’m eager to see you dance. I suppose we’ve got the time now though, If your up for it?” 

“oh, i love liv! she’s been so nice to me and has helped me out a lot.” it was true. she had grown quite a lot since she had first started dancing at en pointe, even more after meeting olivia. mariana let out a small sigh, mostly of relief. she was quite tense about the whole situation. she had worked with several renowned dancers before, but more as a student and less as an equal. she was glad that she could be comfortable around dottie. “alright, i can do that.” she replied with a smile.

      “MAR, DARLING, i was just thinking about you! i saw the most beautiful fabric the other day and i—” adelaide responded to her friend’s call with a gleeful tone however, as the other began to speak, the b&b owner could notice her voice heavier than usual, making her frown every so slightly, unease settling on the pit of her stomach. “never too busy for you. eds is doing a school project and will stay over at a friend’s, come over. i’ll make us something to snack over with the wine, are you okay, sweetie?” addie questioned, a hint of worry in her voice as she began to tidy around the apartment before receiving her guest, phone tugged between her ear and her shoulder.

moonie: I THINK I WILL 😈😈😈😈

moonie: i can't wait to find it out for myself... we going there today, we'll be exploring downtown i'm HYPED

moonie: treat ya self, always treat ya self 💁🏻‍♂️

moonie: duh, of course, that was already in mind. it might seem like i don't have a heart but i do 😢

mariana: YESSIRRR

mariana: come back with a whole new wardrobe

mariana: you thought of me ??? 🥰

mariana: and here i thought you forgot all about me

jagger gave a small nod of appreciation, “thank you so much,” he said, standing up from the table and almost bumping his head on the damn low-hanging lamp. “jesus,” he muttered, before disappearing to the bathroom where he emerged just a couple of minutes later. “you’re an angel,” jagger said, “it’s not like i have anything valuable but if my work things got stolen and the paperwork? fuck, i’d probably get my ass sued.” he chuckled softly as he sat back down, giving her a warm smile. “i’m jagger, by the way. and yes, my mum loved mick jagger, it’s a whole thing.”

“I would never get you a bad tattoo. I might be a dick but I am not that big of a dick.” Jae said loudly to make sure she heard him through the door. “So please open the door before your neighbors call the cops on me.” When she opened the door Jae crossed his arms, “I already regret this but I signed my soul to the devil.” Jae walked inside and went straight to the kitchen, “So am I just going to get a matching gnome to symbolize our love?” 

Liv came into the studio to get some of her own pointe work done. She really wasn’t supposed to do much dancing because of her career-ending hip injury, but she always went against that. Walking into one of the studios, she was surprised to see Mariana. More so because she hadn’t expected to see anyone. “I’m not going to yell at you! Why would I yell at you?” Liv asked, quirking a brow at her. “Take all the time you need. You know you’re always welcome here. Please, continue with what you’re doing!” 

Dottie was at the front desk of En Pointe, bouncing up and down on a large yoga ball. One thing about sorry, she was never conventional and never could keep still. She had far too much nervous energy. She chewed on her own as she flipped through the pages of a dance ware magazine. Every now and then she’d stop and scribble something down, circling and crossing our various costumes as she changed her mind, then changed it again. Summer term was almost over, meaning they needed to get a jump start on ordering recital wear. She’d come in early to get a head start before they opened the studio for the day, so she was quite surprised when she heard something pulling at the door, following by knocking. So much so she nearly fell off her yoga ball.

 “Who the he-” Dottie muttered as she came over to unlock the door when suddenly it clicked. “Oh my god, I am such a spaz. I completely forgot you were coming in today to get a run down of the place and settle in.” Dottie giggled, waving her inside. “I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on, I hope you weren’t waiting outside too long?” She inquired, pulling her glasses off and settling them a top her head. “I’m Dot Bennett. You can call me Dottie.” She figured the girl knew who she was given how famous she’d been in her day, but dot was as down to earth as they came. my niece Olivia owns the studio. I work with the advanced students in tap and ballet, you’ll be assisting me in those. My knees don’t always cooperate.”

Closes Rp: @mystericaz​

mariana had been dancing at en pointe for a while, pretty much since she had moved to springhill. she loved it there and it had become a second home to her. she was sad to see the old owners retire, but she was ecstatic when she learned who the new owner was: dot bennett. she was quite excited to be able to learn from someone as renowned as her. sadly, because of work and other things, she hadn’t gotten the chance to formally meet her until that day, when she would be assisting her in some classes.

Jae couldn’t stop laughing at the cute garden gnome on her arm. “You asked me to pick something that would go on you permanently while I was intoxicated. I think thats more of a fault of your judgement than me.” He sighed and leaned against the door more, “How about I get one too? We can be gnome brothers?” 

sunshine diner was becoming a regular spot for the night owl; jagger was a man of routine, always ordering a banana milkshake with some pancakes even if it was past midnight (because hey, pancakes were great at any time). he was on duty for the night, his van parked out in the lot out back as he waited for the next pick-up call that could come at any moment. he’d definitely noticed something about this small town however, and it seemed their deaths were a lot more juicy than the ones he dealt with back home. was it morbid to think that way? probably. the man glanced up as somebody entered the diner, waiting for them to sit before he leant over to say, “i don’t suppose you could watch my things whilst i go to the bathroom real quick?” @shstarters​