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early morning brews had finally settled into one of its quieter stretches, the line from the morning rush long gone and replaced by the occasional customer wandering in to escape the florida heat. emmett stood behind the counter with his phone in hand, swiping through a small album of photos he’d started collecting over the past couple of weeks. somewhere between learning how to steam milk properly and remembering everyone’s orders, he’d gotten a little obsessed with latte art. some of it actually looked decent. some of it…well, he liked to think it had character.

when the bell above the door chimed, he looked up with an easy smile before turning his phone around so the screen faced them. “at no extra cost,” he said, scrolling through pictures of little hearts, tulips, leaves, a bear that was only mostly recognizable, and something that had accidentally ended up looking like a ghost, “you can pick one of these designs if you feel like getting fancy with your coffee today.” he shrugged, the grin tugging a little wider at the corner of his mouth. “gives me an excuse to keep practicing.” slipping the phone back into his apron pocket, he rested his hands on the counter. “so…what can i get for you? the usual, or are we branching out today?”

LOCATION: electric lights, late evening. FOR: open! ( 0/5 )

JUST WHEN LEIGHTON HAD come to believe that she was retired from the clubbing circuit -- a friend brought up wanting to relive their twenties for their birthday. thus, she dusted off one of the few tops that made her feel acceptably trodding on the line between classy and sexy and consumed an espresso martini from the comfort of her own home before she headed out far past her bedtime. she was already irritated by the lack of standing room in the place, knowing better than to wear shoes she actually cared about getting stepped on. the man in the corner of the room ogling her -- was he actually of legal drinking age? he certainly didn't look like it.

she had been heading in the direction of the bar deep in thought, having been separated from the rest of her crowd. perhaps she'd feel better if she found somewhere to anchor herself. however, instead of an anchor, she's met with spray drenching her that reeked of gin and... pickle juice? god, if you're going to spill a cocktail on a girl, at least be something that would smell half decent. " do you mind, fuckwad? " leighton growls, only to be met with a childish sorry before continuing her push in the direction of the bar. once she's able to get some napkins from the bartender -- she quickly dabs at her burgundy top with anger written all over her face.

"you know, i actually think i will get one this time." she concluded, turning off her phone screen, where she'd been looking at inspirations. "i love tattoos, it's just that i could never settle on what my first one should be, so i guess it's a good thing i still have some time to think about it before all the appointments are booked. do you have a favorite style? i've been trying to see them all so i know which ones i definitely want. or not."

    ›    STATUS    :    open.  (  @palmviewstarters  )     ›    LOCATION    :    flower arranging class  @  atelier bloom     ›    FEATURING    :    astrid  &  your muse. 

    ›    STATUS    :    open.  (  @palmviewstarters  )     ›    LOCATION    :    ceramic making class  @  brush to canvas     ›    FEATURING    :    nalini  &  your muse. 

did sully need a pet? would natalia even let him bring one back into the apartment? the answer to both of those was no, probably not - but it didn't hurt to look, did it? and, well, honestly, she'd probably be happier with him bringing a puppy home, than a baby, like he'd been trying to make happen. ...maybe a little belated birthday present? sully coos as he scoops what appears to be some kind of beagle mix up into his arms, already plotting out how he can try and sneak the puppy into the apartment without natalia noticing. "look at her. like snoopy! i call dibs, she's mine now, no one can have her." sure, she was the first dog he'd picked up - first one he'd even looked at, but his mind was already made up. ...unless maybe she needed a friend to go along with her...

          ⵌOPENSTARTER.       ⸺       (  0  /  5  ) @palmviewstarters.                   ✩  LOCATION.       cove rescue,  kitten and puppy adoptions.

Summer was always insane for Hinata working at the boat rentals. Tourists loved to visit and rent boats and even go on dolphin tours. Not to mention that Hinata was a scuba diving instructor on the side, as well as enjoying his own hobbies like deep sea fishing and surfing. He enjoyed being outside and his busy summers, but even he could get too much sun. As Hinata slowly walked into the room, he winced at the feeling of his shirt just brushing against his sunburnt skin.

"You got any tips on treating sunburns?"

Kieran had been talking a lot of confidence for someone who had absolutely no business doing so. "I'm just saying," She announced, spinning a hot pink bowling ball in her hands like she was moments away from competing in a professional tournament, "I've seen enough bowling movies to know this is at least eighty percent mindset."

The ball slipped ever so slightly in her grip, but she caught it before it hit the floor. "...That didn't happen." With all the confidence she could muster, the petite young woman stepped up to the lane with a dramatic breath, and sent the ball rolling.

It immediately veered left: Hard. Thunk - straight into the gutter. Silence followed as she stared after it for a moment, all before slowly turning back toward the seating area. "I'd like to formally blame the lane." She pointed a finger towards it, accusingly. "It had bad vibes." A laugh escaped her as she grabbed another ball from the rack, shaking her head at herself. "Alright, redemption round. Nobody look at me."

She waited approximately half a second before glancing over at the nearest person anyway. "...You looked, didn't you?" A crooked grin spread across her face. "Be honest; was it as tragic as it felt, or do I still have enough dignity left to finish this game?"

LOCATION: the beach, early morning FOR: open!

usually, it was only when summer was approaching that people signed up for the gym or fitness classes in droves, but even now, well into the season, jericho still found new sign ups for his dance classes in his inbox. mostly salsa. that had always been his bread and butter growing up, and what had once been a beloved hobby, and a way to meet new people, had become his job. not a career, but a way to keep doing something he loved while earning enough to get by. that was all jericho had ever wanted out of life: never to be stuck in a dead end nine to five office job, but to spend his days enjoying the things he loved.

the morning class had long since finished, its students filtering out into the day’s sunshine, a part of him twinging with jealousy. he was the type of person who thrived in the sun, someone who could spend hours beneath it, soaking up every ray. he was a summer baby, and it showed, especially when it came to the beach. there were twenty minutes before his next class, and while he waited, he couldn’t help but daydream about how he’d spend his upcoming break, probably heading down to the beach after stopping by sunset tacos.

mid daydream, his bubble burst at the sound of the dance studio door creaking open. “class doesn’t start for another twenty minutes. i hope that’s okay…” turning, he came to a stop, his hands settling on his hips. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”

the soft jingles of nova’s bracelets hitting against the cool metal fill the space where the hums of distant traffic didn’t quite reach. she wondered how long the water tower was as she climbed a few more steps off the ground, destination to the top. she wasn’t too high yet, just far enough off the ground for the world to feel a little smaller and more distant, when movement below caught her eye. pausing, she hooked one hand firmly on the step above her head, planted her sneaker securely on the step beneath, and with an effortless half-twirl of her body, swung backward like a circus acrobat mid-performance, her dark wavy hair whipping lightly as she rotated to face the approaching figure. a playful grin tugged at her lips, greeting them with a warm smile, eyes sparkling with mischief beneath the fading sunset. “you’re not going to bust me, are you?”