berries and cherries

He brought his hand up to his chest as if she had hurt him and made a face like he was wincing. “Breaking my heart, Ollie.” but with those words he couldn’t help but chuckle. She did have a point though at least when they were young adults the music was far better and he wasn’t sure if this was just a sign of him getting old and not liking this newer generation of music or if the dj genuinely was just bad. “I think the point is to drink until the music sounds somewhat good.” he pointed out with a laugh as he took a sip from his beer, to him it wasn’t horrible he wasn’t really picky when it came to beer or most alcohol. “I guess you can say I’m becoming a regular. I’ve been to a few different places in town but this is typically the busiest which sometimes is nice.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, as she pushed herself off the bar, turning her back towards it. “Ah, you’re right. that must mean, we need shots. Yeah?” She asked, flagging down the bartender. “Four shots of tequila, please.” She asked, politely before taking a sip of her beer. “It does seem to be extremely busy. I mean, not nearly as busy as Chicago, but pretty up there.” She nodded, as the shots came up to them. “Ready?” She grabbed one of the small glasses.

Selling drugs in a small town like Peach Hollow wasn’t a private affair. Everyone knew who to go to, where to get it, and as long as the police didn’t see a physical trade being done, there was nothing they could totally do about it. Jameson had a good relationship with the police in Peach Hollow, knowing most of the chiefs and officers since he was kid and it was no secret he was a reoccurring face at the station. No serious offensive, most of the time he’d be let off the hook. Jamie entered the station with the intention of messing around with whoever was facilitating the desk that day. But when he entered, he saw an unfamiliar face which made him turn his charm on. “Usually on Tuesdays, Judy is here but there seems to be a new Sheriff in town.” Jamie shot playful finger guns in the other’s direction as he approached the desk, a grin oh his face. “Who might you be? Fresh meat?”

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Olivia wasn’t really even supposed to be at the station. She was just there to sign papers and even then she didn’t necessarily want to be around there. It just felt out of place, and maybe sooner or later she’d feel up to getting back to work. She heard the voice before she could see the face. Turning around, she raised an eyebrow at the man. The woman’s face was completely blank. A smile never tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I guess so. Not technically supposed to be here.” 

noah laughed softly, nodding at that. “honestly, i don’t either. and, if you get the amount of sleep needed to function then i’m a little jealous, but i’ve got coffee.” he joked, hand coming up to rub at his eye. he was still a while away from being able to rest and he knew that. “nah, that’s why i’m out. sometimes i try to run and tire myself out but it wasn’t workin’ tonight.”

shifting back and forth in her heels, she kept her grip on her keys, twisting the house key back and forth in her fingers. “coffee is the best thing in the world.” she nodded, and laughed. “I could live off of caffeine and be completely fine.” olivia sucked in her bottom lip, and spoke. “how long do you run for? do you usually run at night? Or during the day?”

“who says that? who deems a food breakfast, lunch and dinner food? societal expectations make it all fit within a category but you could make it all more than that. it could be more than that.” he points, tapping his index finger against his temple. “there’s more than one in this small town?” roman inquires confused. “think it’s the 54th.”

“I say that.” she said, with a bit of a defiant voice, before letting out a small chuckle and rolling her eyes before raising her eyebrow at him as she nodded. “I dunno.” shrugging, she took another bite of her burger. “ah.” ollie wasn’t really going to explain why she asked, but she assumed it was the same station she worked at, and it was.

brianne raised her brow at the woman and smiled. “so i’m like the first person you brought here? i’m super flattered ollie.” brie said with a smirk and a small wink at the end. the view was really something else and it was just pleasing gazing into it.

ollie lifted her arms and shrugged in defense. “don’t be too flattered. you’re basically one of the only people I know here so far.” she shook her head at the wink and shoved her hands in her pocket as she watched the lake glisten. “it’d be nice to go down there, but I really like this view.”

giggling, roman shrugs his shoulders, “if you’re going to have breakfast at night, you have to pair it with something as fine as vanilla ice cream.” he shrugs, watching her pick at her food, impressed. he also hated pickles on burgers and preferred a mix of mayo and ketchup. “erm, something like that. used to be a cop, i’m a private investigator now.” he breathes cutting into his french toast that were drowned in syrup at this point.

“you just shouldn’t have breakfast at night then.” she shrugged. breakfast was meant to be eaten in the morning. honestly, she would’ve added mayo on her burger had it been accessible in that moment of time, but ollie didn’t really feel like asking the waitress for some. raising an eyebrow at him, she spoke. “yeah? what precinct?”

turning his head around, dylan blinked and looked at the female who squatted down to grab something. " uhhh, " he cleared his throat as he started patting his pockets down. " shit, it is mine. thanks! " he answered and held his hand out in front of him. narrowing his eyes a little, dylan felt like he had seen her before somewhere. “ hey, were you… uhhh, were you at the campgrounds? ” he questioned, although he didn’t remember much after the police and the paramedics came around. 

she handed the wallet to him before shifting in her feet awkwardly, and raising an eyebrow. “campgrounds?” shaking her head, she frowned. “no. uh, sorry. I just moved here. about two weeks ago. just getting settled and all. why?” she asked, looking around her surroundings for a second before laying her eyes back on the blonde. 

noah recognized that glossiness, the sudden realization of where she was. it happened to him sometimes, walking around the town at night before realizing he had been walking back towards a house states away. “no worries.” he assured her. “yeah, it’s pretty late.” he joked, weight shifting between his feet. “yeah, it’s noah. it’s nice to meet you, ollie. i’m guessing you also can’t sleep?”

she blinked, and swallowed as she tried to regain her composure. she was fine. “I don’t really sleep, often.” she laughed awkwardly, pushing her hair back. “I mean, I do. get the amount of sleep I need, to like function.” she was stumbling over her words and she knew it. “you can’t sleep?” 

There were a few different options around Peach Hollow when it came to bars and clubs but this place was probably the most out there. “Maybe I am, is it working?” He flashed her a quick grin, trying to turn his charm up just a little as he walked inside. Ollie wasn’t kidding when she said you couldn’t have a conversation, the music was just a tad too loud but it was something he was used to. “I’m bringing us back to our early twenties or are you telling me your young adult days weren’t spent on a place just like this?” he asked, raising a brow at her as he followed her to the bar, ordering a beer for himself. “You just have to be a little careful here, don’t let anyone try to sell you anything. There’s some shady characters who come here.” That definitely included himself but he was still trying to read Ollie, he had gotten to know her a little but he was trying to dig a little underneath the surface with her.

She flashed him a nice smile before completely wiping it off her face. “No.” Her voice dripped with sweetness. She really wasn’t expecting dance floor to be full, and yet it was. How did this many people in this town enjoy doing this on a friday night? Leaning her arms against the bar, she spoke back. “Oh they were definitely like this, but in my opinion, the dj had better taste back then.” she shrugged, before nodding her head at the bartender who gave her her stella. Glancing over at the tall male next to her, she took a sip of the beer. It was flat, but what could she really expect from one dollar draft. “Shady hm? I’ll keep my eye out for any shady characters.” Nodding, she turned her head towards the floor. “Do you come here a lot?” It sounded like a bad pick up line, but she was serious.

“And that is exactly why I brought you here because you weren’t expecting it. Plus they have one dollar draft beers, so it’ll be worth it.” Lucas laughed even though technically he guessed he could have brought her to Cloud Nine for free beers but he decided strippers would be far out of her comfort zone and also he had been there all day sorting through paperwork, he didn’t want to be there all night too. It also helped that he could potentially make some money here unnoticed too because he knew this club would be good for him to go undetected. “I’ll pay for you and any drinks you want. This night is on me. Just think of it as me welcoming you to Peach Hollow.” The blonde grinned at her as he paid for them to get in. “Let’s drink and have some fun.”

She was oddly impressed with how well he handled himself in situations like this. Random situations where she just said, ‘do whatever,’ and that’s exactly what he did. Raising an eyebrow at his offer, she gave him a look. She nodded to the bouncer at the front door as she watched Lucas hand him money. “I’d say you’re trying to sweet talk me.” Ollie was overwhelmed stepping into the night club. The loud bass made her ears ring. It was louder than the boyz II men concert she went to when she was 15. “Why is this the first thing you think to bring me to? I’d think you don’t actually want to have a conversation, seeing as though you really can’t.” She yelled over the bass. Walking up to bar, she ordered a beer before turning back towards him. 

mason shook his head, “as country as sweet tea, my dear.” the male teased. then he let out a scoff though he was completely playing around. “excuse you. i am everyones type.” it was hard for him to say without busting out laughing, mason wasnt cocky in the least bit of ways. though he did like to joke around with his friends. “i am sweet, and handsome.. my moms tell me i am a handsome boy.” he pointed out. “and as the kids say i am daddy as fuck.” he then let out the loudest laugh he was holding back at his words. “okay, enough of that.” he said waving his hand. “if you are a weirdo and dont like breakfast then i suggest the burger.. the plain old boring burger.” he joked again.

she rolled her eyes and looked down at the menu in her hand, with the slight flush of her face. “well, if your moms tell you then you have to to believe them, right?” she teased back, not looking at him. olivia made a face of disgust and shivered. “gross. don’t say that.” she said, putting the menu down to look at him. “burgers are good.” she nodded, “you’re not a burger guy?”

“When I said, show me around town, this wasn’t exactly the type of place I was expecting.” Ollie said, as they pulled up to the clubhouse, one of the famous night clubs she had heard so much about. From what she knew, it had been the house where drugs were dispersed. She raised an eyebrow over at the male. “I’m assuming you’re paying for my cover?” She really wasn’t the type of old woman to sit around at home and knit, but this was definitely something out of her comfort zone, and she had done a lot of things in her lifetime. 

“it’s good, i don’t have the biggest sweet tooth but a dollop doges the trick.” the male suggests with a warm smile on his lips. he could go on talking about food, the old saying the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach was spot on when it came to him. shaking his head, roman lets out an exasperated sigh, “i get what you’re saying and you’re right…but you’re wrong. the combination of the cinnamon and vanilla from both is just a fine combination.” he breathes at the thought. “i’ve done many late night stake outs and that was always my goto.” he murmurs nodding his head, “ollie, the pleasure is mine.”

“thats rude to the french toast.” she argued, before grabbing the ketchup, she took the pickles off of her burger and put it on the side of the plate before picking it up in her fingers. she wouldn’t usually banter like this. if she was by herself in a cafe, she’d usually sit alone and in peace and quiet. taking a bite of her burger, she was intrigued by his softer words. “stake out?” she asked covering her mouth and looking over. “you’re a cop?” she put down the burger. 

noah had been trying to sleep, it just wasn’t working. he was far too anxious, and he found himself going for a run through peach. he had slowed down, walking dejectedly back to tangerine. the woman’s voice caught him off guard, not expecting to see anyone out right now. “uh, no, i’m sorry. name’s noah.” he apologized, giving a shrug. “are you looking for someone?”

her eyes became glossy for a second before she blinked and snapped back to what was happening around her. ollie closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before opening them back up. “i’m sorry. no.” she shook her head. “just--” ollie paused. “tired i guess.” her fingers fumbled together in front of her body. “you said noah? right? i’m ollie.”

impressed, roman gives the femme a nod, “i like the way you think.” a smug smile graces his lips as he looks at the woman, “obviously, you’ll need a bit of nutella with the banana pancake but overall, my personal preference is french toast with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. perfect.” he grins. “i’m roman, by the way, sorry for the disturbance, i just become passionate when it comes to food.”

she nodded at his words. “I don’t think i’ve ever tried nutella on banana pancakes.” she thought for a second. “interesting.” nodding, her plate of fries and a burger got placed in front of her. thanking the server she took a small fries and placed it in her mouth. “ice cream makes it feel like dessert. french toast deserves more than that. they deserve to be able to stand alone.” ollie looked back down at her food as she grabbed the napkin next to the plate. “ollie. olivia, but most people called me ollie.”