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"I mean you could. There's a fire alarm, I won't tell if you don't." He shrugged, not expecting the follow through but just throwing the possibility for the sake of their conversation. Desperate times called for desperate measures. There was always an exit strategy if one needed. An almost grimace surfaced over his features. "Another doll story? Good grief." He immediately began to shake his head. "Just shows people are way too lonely than you would think. That's embarrassing. Let's hope the situation now will follow suit. It can't be good for business."
"now don't go putting ideas in my head," she said jokingly, knowing she'd never actually do such a thing but wanting to indulge in the thought of it anyway. "yeah, i hate to think about how many people i come across that are into that sort of thing and i'm just not aware of it," she shuddered, face scrunching up in displeasure. "i don't know, i still think she's gonna make a run for it. i'm pretty sure she keeps scooting away from him," she nodded at the couple, the woman now practically falling off of her chair. "this is one of those times where someone needs to call her with a fake emergency."
" have you ever... " serena bit the inside of her own cheek, worried. " thought about quitting? " sometimes the nightclub could be complicated, hostile to women, and as the owner she held guilt to it. " wish i could punch each one of those pricks... " the drunks often annoying had sometimes become violent, enough to push hyeon into calling the police. " if you want to quit, i wouldn't blame you " she loved that stupid club, but the people in it made it special, albeit a cliché thing to say. " poor guy doesn't get much work, huh? " holding tight into the mop, serena scrubbed any last bits of that awful stain. " i can't let you walk alone this late! besides we could grab something to eat " quickly, she put the mop away and grabbed her own purse and keys. " that old dinner might be open, i could use some fries and a burger, what do you say? "
lila paused for a second at the unexpected question, shaking her head, "no... not seriously, anyway. i mean, i don't think i'll stay here forever, but you're not getting rid of me anytime soon." the truth wasm quitting had crossed her mind several times over the years, but lila was loyal to serena and she truly did love her job a majority of the time. "besides, where else am i gonna find a boss as cool as you?" she asked with a cheeky smile. "he's useful for some things, i suppose," she joked. she finished locking up the stock, tossing serena her keys before grabbing her things. "yes, please, i'm starving," she groaned dramatically, throwing her head back.
a shy grin lingered on her lips, entangled in that blissful excitement. " aren't you happy? " she teased, glimpsing at ezra and his softness, something serena yearned for yet feared ruining it. often it reminded her of those youthful years in new york, away from grief and heartbreak, innocent. " don't say that... i'm a really bad singer, and you should run " slowly leaning into his shoulder, serena nuzzled the shirt, a silly habit, caught in the soft scent of ezra's cologne, one she knew too damn well. " yes, that sounds perfect " perhpas being away from maple for a day could push that fear away, let her soak in the sun ezra brought into life. " w-we could spend a weekend, i know a nice hotel with a fancy restaurant " she took a leap of faith, fingers playing with his before serena eyes him up, clinging to the man's shoulder, comfortable, safe. " take a car to coney island? luna park is fun, pretty sure i can beat you in the ring toss, and you'd look hot in beach shorts. "
ezra reveled in the warmth of serena's body being so close to his, a besotted smile seemingly glued to his face, "i'm really happy." he bit at his bottom lip, a nervous habit he couldn't seem to break, "are you?" ezra could only hope this development in their relationship made her half as happy as it did him. "well, if it makes you feel better, i'm pretty awful myself. pretty sure my showerhead hates me." he turned his head as serena nuzzled into him, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. "an entire weekend with you? don't need to ask me twice," he could feel the beginnings of a giddy excitement bubbling up in his chest at just the thought. "that sounds great. i've never been to coney island before but i can't think of a better person to experience it for the first time with," he moved to wrap an arm around her, wanting her as close as possible. "beach shorts, huh? is this just an elaborate ruse to get me to show off my legs?" he teased.
she raises her eyebrows, half-judging, half-agreeing, and hoping the later was more prominient in her appearance. "i can get this for you and yours, if you'd like." she offered. polite dismissal comes with the wave of a hand. "i wouldn't want to stuff myself too early. there are so many things to try. their poutine-inspired fries, however, seem enticing. do you think it's worth the risk, having poutine outside of canada?" she tilts her head, brows furrowing a little as if she's making a life-or-death decision.
"nah, i got it. thanks, though," he gave her a friendly smile, appreciative of the offer. "well, i've never been to canada so i'm probably not the best person to ask," he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. "besides, isn't it just fries with, like, cheese curds and gravy? i feel like that's kind of hard to mess up, so i say go for it."
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a deep sigh escaped serena, somewhat tired, or even angry at those clients, often she wished to hit them for annoying the staff. " you shouldn't have to get used to it, those assholes deserve the worst " a faint grin tugged at her lips, proud of lila and the strength she had on those days. " no, never, you're way scarier, but i pay him to kick people out, we might as well get the guy working " she quipped. " sometimes i miss the office work, at least we didn't have fluids on the floor... not usually, anyway " serena scrubbed the floor repeatedly, using a more bleach than the usual. " no need, i can finish. do me a favour, lock the stock " quickly grabbing the keys form her pocket, hyeon tossed them to lila. " we can leave in a bit " she began drying the floor, careful no to stean her own high heels. " you'll want a ride? i'd feel safer with you around to kick some ass. "
lila shrugged, silently agreeing with serena. it sucked that she'd gotten used to just how awful people could be, but it seemed to be an unfortunate part of working with the public. "at least the good outweigh the bad," she said, trying to look at the bright side. "yeah, i guess he does need something to do," she sighed, grinning playfully. "you got it," she said, catching the keys that were tossed to her. now that the day was so close to being over, she could feel the exhaustion starting to creep in, the adrenaline of being surrounded by other people wearing off. "that would be great, actually. i don't know why i thought walking to work today would be good idea, i always regret it once i realize i have to walk all the way back," she accepted the offer gratefully.
"Oh a newbie," Julien greeted, flashing the other man with a welcoming smile. He loved being able to introduce people to the wonders of pickled veggies. "Well, I'd definitely start with the pickles. Seems like an easy choice since you already know you like those. Plus the homemade kind are much more flavorful than the store bought kind." He pulled a jar from where it sat among the others. "Are they other veggies you enjoy? The asparagus and beets are usually big hits as well."
"i like broccoli, but i doubt pickled broccoli is a thing. at least, i hope it's not because that sounds kinda gross. what about pickled carrots, are they a thing?" ezra questioned, head tilted to the side as he scanned the table for the aforementioned carrots. "i'll try the asparagus and the beets too, i guess. can't say i'm much of a fan of them normally but i'll try pretty much anything once," he shrugged.
"If they start playing with them or doing reenactments of what could be in store later for them - I will avoid this place like a plague." It was almost drawn to that line of being tainted already by the display but the dolls mimicking some bedroom activities, that was just too much. Even for Gibson who wasn't phased by much. A decent drinking spot should be full of peace. She was right though. People and their kinks. "So, color me curious - is that the craziest thing you have seen on the job? Or what is if it isn't?"
"oh god, please don't put that thought into the universe. unlike you, i can't leave whenever i want," she frowned, now trying to keep her gaze away from the couple, wary of witnessing something she couldn't unsee. lila laughed at his question, something she'd been asked several times before. somehow, though, her answer was different every time. she really had seen a lot of weird shit throughout the years. "well, i'd certainly put this in the top five, but it's sort of hard to rank. i do have a story that this..." she paused for a second to gesture at the couple still nearby, "reminded me of, though. maybe about a year ago, this guy comes in with a life sized blow up doll. like, it had a wig and everything. he talked to it like it was a real person, he even ordered a drink for it. it was pretty creepy but he wasn't here for long, thankfully."
the usual soft features hid the anxiety of going on a date after almost a year of her divorce. ezra was... perfect, the exact opposite of serena and the mess she often brought along. " any excuse? does that mean we're going on another date? " a soft grin lingered, perhaps out of disbelief he would indeed want to see her again. " you know, there is still time to run " she quipped, although a genuine fear intertwined those words, of going through heartbreak again, or rather hurting someone she cared for. " we can't see mamma mia... if you listen to my singing, this might be the end of our relationship, it might traumatize you " serena felt her cheeks heat slightly. " new york, we should go there... on our next date, i mean, if you want " for a second she observed their hand, entwined into each other. " there is this italian place, i think you'd like it. "
ezra was trying his best to act casual, he didn't want his eagerness to seem like too much and scare serena off. "well, if you insist," he replied, the grin on his face betraying his excitement. maybe there wasn't any point in trying to lessen his emotions, he was never very good at it anyways. though he could tell serena was trying to cover it up, he could detect the undercurrent of fear in her next words, doing his best to reassure her, "you could be the worst singer in the world and it still wouldn't be enough to make me run from you." he cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed at how cheesy that was, but it was the truth. "that sounds nice. it's been a while since i've been to the city... maybe we could head there a little early, make a day of it?" he suggested carefully, playing with her fingers as he awaited her answer.
the door lock let out a familiar click, a sign that they could finally rest. " way smoother than i thought it would be " standing in high heel boots all night didn't seem to strain serena, not after all those years working late nights in an office. " fucking asshole, at least it was fun seeing him get kicked out " the bouncers were kick in solving the problem, but that didn't make her less angry at the client. " let me help, you must be tired " quick, the brunette made her way to the back, where they storage a part of the cleaning products. " are you okay? " serena often made lila the question, even after all that time, some part of her still saw the woman as the one with little experience bartending and new in town. " i'm sorry, those sorts of guys always make a mess. angelo could be closer to the bar, if it makes you feel safer " grabbing the mop and bleach, she moved towards the stuck floor. " what the hell is this? did someone drop booze or threw up? "
lila waved off serena's concern before reaching up to fix her ponytail that had started to come loose throughout the night, "i'm fine, don't worry about me. not the first time it's happened and i'm sure it won't be the last either." she did appreciate that her boss always had her back, but lila could take care of herself. "what, you think angelo is more intimidating than me?" she teased, fiddling with the bottles nearby to have something to do with her hands. "i think it's booze, but i honestly wouldn't be surprised either way. if this job has taught me anything, it's that people are disgusting," her nose wrinkled, mind suddenly conjuring multiple instances to back up her claim. "here, let me finish that," she gestured for the mop, feeling bad for just standing around.
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Gibson was just casually seated at the bar, sipping on the pint of beer that he ordered. He came here to drink not to play as an audience member of what he heard as a first tinder date to a pair a few seats down. Not bad right? Awkward sure but it made a twisted turn when the guy who thought he was going to impress the girl showed her a duffel of homemade dolls. His own blue orbs narrowed in on the scene like was he really witnessing this shit show? The woman seemed to have the same idea at the strangeness of it all and Gibson would hope she was planning her haste exit. "I'm not sure no one is going to impress someone by being a doll maker - unless it's like Annabelle. Maybe someone should give that one his address. At least it would help his date out."
lila felt as though she was looking at a car crash happen right in front of her, unable to tear her eyes away from the damage. at this point, there weren't many things she hadn't seen, but this was definitely a first for her. she snorted a laugh at the other customer's commentary, her hip resting against the bartop. it'd been a fairly slowly night, so this was definitely the most exciting thing to happen so far. "who knows, maybe she'll be into it. people have some weird fetishes," she shrugged, continuing to not so subtly stare at the couple, waiting to see what would happen next.
evelyn is not a kid person — has never been, even when she was a child herself; instead, she was prone to smoothing out her dress and glare at those cackling as they ran with their bikes around the neighborhood — but she is a work person. being away from the house means nothing if she has found a project outside of wedding prep to play with: the kid's concert. in liason with the mayor, she offered contacts and ran after subsidies herself until they had coney tony to play his greatest hits (still trending on spotify for kids, apparently) and most of the decent food providers from town to get business on their surrounding stands.
so, now, she enjoys it. on the inside, cringing as she sees a pair of kids running, shrieking, with sticky popsicles in hands; on the outside, lips curl upwards gently, an attempt of keeping her face neutral but pleasant, the way she has rehearsed how to do. yet, she can't help the way it contorts when she looks at a sign at one of the stands. "bacon wrapped turkey leg? i guess michelle's time really is all over." thoughts are uttered out loud in a rare display of impulsivity, though she soon turns to the person next to her, giving a step to the side in a kind gesture to make up for the judgment in her words. “it's yours if you want one, though.”
after inspiration had struck him in the early morning, ezra had spent the last several hours working on a painting. he still wasn't quite finished with it yet, but he'd needed to get out of the house for a little while and get some fresh air. he'd forgotten about the event happening, but he knew there'd be food involved, so he decided to check it out anyway. ezra quickly sidestepped as a few kids ran past him, narrowly missing what could have been a nasty collision. he liked kids for the most part but, man, did they sure have a lot of energy. it made him tired just looking at them.
his stomach grumbled impatiently, reminding him he'd been on the hunt for something to eat. as he approached one of the stands, lured in by some sort of delicious smell, he heard the snarky comment uttered from the woman next to him. "don't mind if i do. bacon makes everything better," he said matter-of-factly, stepping up to place his order. after he was done, he turned back around, an eyebrow raised, "sure you don't want one? it smells pretty good."
Weekends in the summer meant one thing -- the farmers market. As Julien set the jars of pickled vegetables down on the small foldable table, he had to admit that this was his favorite activity of the year. He loved being the city's Mayor, and looked forward to all the responsibilities that came with it, but having his own table at the local farmers' market where he could sell his pickled vegetables made him feel like himself. Like more than just a government official. "So," he began, glancing up as someone approached his table, "what'll you be having this week?"
ezra always loved coming to the farmers market and perusing all the different vendors' tables, eyes catching on the different colors and textures and making his hands itch for a paintbrush. he'd decided to bring his camera today instead of his sketchbook, snapping a few photos here and there as he walked along. as he spotted a table he hadn't visited yet, he walked towards it, staring at all the jars sitting atop it. "well, i've never actually tried pickled vegetables before. i do like pickles though, so i'll probably like them, right? what would you suggest?"
a date, serena barely remembered the last one she had, despite the lingering situationship between her and ezra, they had yet to escape those secret hook-ups. " i haven't seen this one in so many years... " the woman hid herself behind their popcorn, dark eyes on his as i know what you did last summer began playing on the big screen. " did you pick a horror movie as an excuse for us to get all cozy? " comfortable inside his car, serena's left hands reached for ezra and for a second she felt as a teenager, sneaking around all over again. " or were you afraid of going for mamma mia and having to listen me sing along for an hour? " she teased.
ezra couldn't quite believe his luck as he thought about where he was and who was beside him. he nearly had to stop from pinching himself, truly thinking this day would never come. him and serena had been doing this dance for months now, falling into each other over and over again, yet this was finally their first official date. he looked down at her, a cheeky grin on his face, "i'll take any excuse to be close to you." even the simple touch of her hand caused his heart to race. "well, now that you mention it," he joked. "we can always see that one next time," he suggested, hoping there would be a next time. he still felt as though this could slip out of his grasp at any moment.
where: secret ruins
when: closing time
who: lila and serena (@empyrceans)
lila let out a relieved sigh as she saw serena turn to lock the doors behind the last few stragglers of the night, stumbling slightly and talking at a far too loud volume as they exited. it'd been a long night, but a pretty easy one, thankfully. she'd come through relatively unscathed, only sporting two mysterious stains on her apron this time. as she finished wiping down the bartop, lila glanced over at serena, who was now making her way back towards her. "pretty smooth night, huh? well, except for that guy who tried to throw a drink in my face but hey, at least he missed," she shrugged. after almost eight years doing this job, practically nothing phased her anymore. she glanced behind her at the sticky substance still coating part of the floor. "i should probably grab the mop."
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likes: being outdoors, listening to music on full blast while he’s painting, iced coffee, early morning runs, romcoms
dislikes: large crowds, hot drinks, country music, long roadtrips, fireworks, dating apps
habits: fidgeting with his hands, never being able to stay still, doodling on any piece of paper in front of him
fears: being stuck in a small space, rejection, letting someone know all of him
hobbies: photography, cooking, hiking
pet peeves: small talk, people with no self awareness, strangers invading his personal space
AT A GLANCE
( cis man, oliver stark, he/him ) look who goes there! It’s ezra nielsen. wait, you don’t know who he is? the 33 year old artist has been in town for, like, two years. i believe they live around springdale, but i usually see them around corey house. they can be a bit sarcastic, but i think being charming kinda balances them out, you know?
BIOGRAPHY
ezra grew up in what you could call a household devoid of warmth. his parents were never very affectionate, with him or with each other. for quite a few years, ezra didn't realize that wasn't quite normal. the first time he visited a friend's house and saw his friend's parents hug him, he felt something clench deep in his gut. the chasm that was between him and his parents now felt insurmountable and, as he would come to learn, he was right.
in school, ezra always seemed to have a hard time focusing. he could never sit still, constantly shifting in his seat or fidgeting with his hands, doodling on his notebook instead of taking notes. because of his lack of concentration, his grades were mostly average or below average, especially once he got to high school. when everyone else was busy planning their college applications, ezra knew that wouldn't be the path he took.
after graduating, barely, ezra had no idea what to do with the rest of his life. the one thing he was sure of, though, was that he wanted to move out of his parents' house as soon as possible. with that goal in mind, he started working two part time jobs, saving every cent he could to move into a place of his own. the apartment he ended up choosing was pretty crappy, but it was his.
throughout the years of his early twenties, ezra worked many different jobs in order to make ends meet. at one of these jobs, his life shifted monumentally. he was working with a catering company as a server and their gig was at the opening night of a new art gallery in town. ezra had left his sketchbook, something he never left home without, in the kitchen and the gallery owner happened to stumble upon it, immediately intrigued. she proceeded to compliment ezra, telling him he had real potential and she'd love to see more of his work.
no one had ever said something like that to him; his parents had always said being an artist wasn't a valid career path and it wasn't an option for him. but hearing a professional's opinion seemed to unlock something within him. he started to take his art more seriously, using all of his free time to create and do what he'd truly always been passionate about.
a few years later, ezra could officially say his art was in an exhibition, a day he never even imagined was a possibility. he even managed to sell a few pieces, money that would help pay his rent for a few months. by the time he was 30, ezra had a fairly steady income from his art, enough that he only had to work one part time job. naively, he thought his parents would like to hear this, that maybe they'd finally say they were proud of him. he should've known that's not what would happen.
after a pretty spectacular fight, ezra knew he needed to get away from them. up until that point, he'd felt a weird sense of loyalty to them; they were his parents after all. but now he knew he would never please them and he would never get the validation from them that he so desperately craved. using his meager savings, he decided to move to the opposite coast, as far as he could get without leaving the country.
after many a late night spent researching, he finally settled on maple brook, connecticut. the photos he saw were what truly sold him, the scenery immediately becoming a source of inspiration for him. he worked as a server for the first few months he was there, eventually having a steady enough stream of art commissions that he felt comfortable quitting and focusing on his true passion full time.
QUICK FACTS
he goes for a run every single morning, usually around 6am. if he misses a run for some reason, it puts him in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
his hands are always stained with something, whether it be paint, charcoal or something similar.
he doesn’t have much of a filter, which can sometimes rub people the wrong way but he doesn't intend to be rude.
he tends to talk too much, going on tangents about nothing in particular.
he has a screened in patio in his backyard, which is his favorite place to make art. even if he's not painting his surroundings, he uses it as a source of inspiration in everything he does.
though all of his previous relationships haven't worked out for some reason or another, he's a true romantic at heart and hopes to find his person someday.
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