&. you too wild

location: Blue Sage Apothecary. time: early morning. 

Naomi had continuously attempted to stretch the knick from her neck periodically throughout her early morning shift at Blue Sage Apothecary. She needed a new mattress, but a new mattress meant money, something she. was in short supply of these days. The impulse buying and late night infomercials didn’t help much either. Though the thought of how much new bedding she could afford was replaced by another when green eyes had come to focus on the bottles she had been mindlessly setting on the shelf nearly too tall for her short stature to reach. All this time working here and Naomi didn’t think to reap some sort of benefit by finding something to cure the kink. But that was a thought that had gone just as quickly as it came. One that was now proceeded by profanity. “Shit,” Naomi murmured when one of the glass bottles she had just stocked the shelf with fell to the ground. Of course it shattered everywhere, the clear liquid puddled around her white hightop converse. The real cherry on top though had been the individual who proceeded to walk forward right into that glass mess just to ask a question that was clearly labeled on the bottle.

“Oh, no sir you’re going to —”

“Is this glass?” He was stern in his delivery as he glanced down to the obvious remnants of the bottle crushed beneath his feet. 

“Yes,” she sighed. “Sir you’re stepping on glass please step back.” 

“I could sue.” 

Really? That’s where this whole thing was going? Naomi gave him a narrowed eyed glare, a moment of her less than professional behavior that flickered across her features. She cleared her throat. “Okay,” she breathed. “Sir you’re not injured and I was going to clean this up so —” 

“You saw this?” The man turned to question another customer, a young unsuspecting woman. Blonde hair, a comparable stature to Naomi and someone she had recognized as a frequent customer. “Hey, girl,” the man gave a snap of his fingers and pointed to the glass beneath his shoes and puddle of liquid by Naomi’s own. “Negligence, isn’t it,” he clarified.

This was going to be a long day. 

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Beau put the cigarette down for a moment, but once the air of the Salty Dogs filled his lungs he had pursed his lips around it again almost immediately. He was trying to be good. He was trying to be normal. All Beau wanted was to be able to hang with his friends the way they always had, and the way almost everyone did their age. He was just trying to resist the urge to indulge himself too much. He was suppose to have Andon tomorrow night and a heavy hangover wouldn’t be any good. He decided that he could ease himself through the high that came with chain smoking instead of knocking back shots like his friends were. 

As Beau looked around the bar, he caught a familiar face. He didn’t think anything of it until he looked again with a squint and he sucked in a small fuck! as he took a deep inhale. He scrambled to keep himself behind one of his friends but it wasn’t a very good attempt at hiding. He may have been thin, but Beau was just as much tall as he was lanky. His eyes peered over his friend’s shoulder with ease.

“You’re very bad at this,” Naomi confessed. She shifted her petite frame so that she was no longer faced away from the bar and instead positioned right at the counter with her so called friend by her side. The term was one to tread lightly on unless a shared desire for a cigarette and need to talk to someone constituted as friends now. Maybe for Naomi it did, especially here. “So, look at you,” she gestured to his tall, lanky form. “Now look at me,” the woman then gestured to herself, the staggeringly tall height of a whole 5′1″ hiding behind her was asking to get caught or seen by whoever the brunette male couldn’t seem to part his gaze from. “Just about anyone would have been a better pick.” But since she was being used as a cover, despite how poorly of a job she was doing being said cover, she wanted in on the story. Tapping the other’s shoulder to gain his attention, Naomi subtly gestured an index finger between him and the individual that was his prime focus. “So what’s the story here?” 

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Her hand had been waving people down for the last twenty minute after she’d had her thumb up for the last 30. All she wanted was for someone to help her with the damn flat tire she had on the side of the road after realizing she hadn’t brought her jack. Frankly, she was getting pretty fucking fed up. When the next car came, the brunette stepped further in the middle of the road and lifted her shirt in the desperate, yet idiotic, way to stop the next individual who drove by. 

Oh my God, Oh my God!

The tires screeched to a halt, an ear piercing noise that left Naomi wide-eyed with her knuckles white from how tightly she gripped the steering wheel of the cream colored mini cooper. She could feel her heart racing in her chest and as Naomi finally allowed her posture to relax back into the seat she had to pause and take a deep breath. Inhale...exhale. “Are you insane?” Naomi finally verbalized what her facial expressions to the brunette already conveyed. The car door which had been pushed open remained as such while the petite woman shifted in her seat with her hands coming to rest against the open door frame. “You know the breaks on this thing aren’t great.” Naomi caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her brows knitted together. “What if someone was staring and forgot to press the breaks? Didn’t think of that one, did you? Death by boobs.” 

––––– NAOMI EDEN.

Full Name: Naomi Masha Eden

Nickname(s): Nay, Masha

Age: 30

Birthdate: September 21, 1989

Sexuality: Hetero-flexible

Occupation: Employee at Blue Sage Apothecary

Neighborhood: Coral Reef (10 months) 

(bio below. happy to be back and i think a lot of old plots i had with mollie can still work with naomi.)