𓍼⋆⊹ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @popurris

"Wet Hot American Summer? Hell yeah! Have you seen it?" All of the movies playing were classics of the season and Zacarias had already stuck around through The Sandlot. He'd only left for a munchie run but had made it back in time, fried pickles in hand, for the beginning of the next comedy. "I've been enjoying myself since the beginning but only because I had a little help," he gave his knit tote bag a pat, "I've got extra if you'd like some by the way." He grabbed another fried pickle and turned to her, "How's your night going, Eva? Better than staying in all night?"

engrossed in the activity in front of her, julianna carefully thread pastel beads one after the other along the clear plastic string as she listened to her granddaughter proudly tell her all about what she was learning at school.

"That accent came straight outta Looney Tunes. Who says watching cartoons all day is bad for ya, huh?" he looked at Ruby and have her a wink. Whether it was entertaining little Ruby with character impressions or spoiling her alongside Julianna, Felipe took the (honorary) title of 'buelo seriously. "Oh yeah. Wasn't planning on leaving here without one," he began picking out different shades of green. Going through the lettered beads, he plucked out a J and began threading a measured string through them, "Are we also going to be making some to trade? 'Cause if we are I don't want you guys looking - I want 'em to be a surprise."

WHERE:   s'mores  making  station,  towards  the  back. WITH:    you!!!  +  @palmviewstarters,   capping  @  4.

"You're not?" Zacarias asked, already snacking on a packet of graham crackers. He took a seat and began arranging the cookies in a circle on the disposable plate, "I can't remember the last time I had a s'more so this is actually great." He offered her the other half of the crackers before reaching for a Hershey bar and placing it near the fire source. "Everyone has their own way of making them, including me. I like to melt the chocolate in the wrapper then drizzle it on, " he stuck three marshmallows on a skewer to toast while the chocolate melted, "What about you?"

"ooh, ominous," she said with a laugh, her eyebrows furrowing together as she leaned in to listen. this wasn't a shocking ask for her, she'd done some things that were maybe less than savory in her day. it maybe wasn't her first instinct, but she hardly ever said no to anything anymore (that had been her downfall on tour, but who's counting?). "i'm off at midnight, but my willingness to help you depends. are you asking me because i'm technically new in town and therefore make a good sacrifice? because that's how it reads."

"I wouldn't say a sacrifice....An accomplice maybe? But you wouldn't have to worry about me snitching on you," He smiled earnestly. Zacarias trusted Holly, even if they don't know each other that well past their one time fling. He cleared his throat, deciding to fill her in, "I'm trying to retrieve a friends cat. They had a bad break up recently and their ex won't give him back..It just so happens the ex lives in the Mango lofts," he nodded making sure she followed, "Of course if my friend breaks in to steal him, he'd automatically suspect them. If i do it, then maybe not. I know it all sounds very mission impossible-y, but we're just trying to get Elvis back.."

"You know, I always enjoy when the House has themed shows. You all knock it out of the park every time. To say I am awash with anticipation for this upcoming one would be an understatement." Marcel pocketed his color sample as Alyssa retrieved her sketchbook. "I'm sure all the need for color matching is just for the photos. Influencers," he rolled his eyes, less in contempt and more in amusement. "Nothing is never too much for me," he pointed at the top, "If we can have some kind of print on it, I think we'll be on the right track. Again, preferably a light fabric. Outdoor ceremonies are lovely but summer ones? You really have to invest in a canopy or else everyone will melt. Have you ever been to one that drags on?" he touched his fingertips to his forehead as if experiencing a mild headache, "It's why mine was only fifteen minutes long. It's all about the after party anyway."

ranji chuckles. "um. . . maybe, yeah. i'm still on the fence about country music. you like it?" that made him a little bit of an odd man out, especially around here; he was often loathe to bring it up. ranji laughs - he was expecting to hear an astrology spiel. felipe's taken him off guard. "i don't - no, i don't think i know the first thing about boats, to be honest with you."

"You won't see me in cowboy boots any time soon, but if Neon Moon comes on, I'm not changin' the station." He continued skimming the classifieds but nothing else was catching his attention. "They're kind of like cars. Best way to learn is to hop behind the wheel of one and figure it out along the way." It was, more or less, how Felipe got his baseline understanding of them. "I'm not ready to make that commitment just yet. But when I do, you get better get your sea legs ready 'cause you're coming on the S.S Sarsaparilla's maiden voyage with me--name still pending. I'm open to feedback if you've got any."

“it's my specialty. you and the ladies from the PTA keep me employed," she teased, her face breaking into a sly grin as she paused in front of him again, her right hand moving to rest on her hip. "i should have known you couldn’t stay away for that long." it was light-hearted, just like their situation had been since they met. full of teasing words and otherwise friendly, but it didn't stop her from giving him a quick once-over as she stood in front of him. her eyes scanned the room again, and she let out a scoff of a laugh. "fuck no, this place barely pays me enough to do one job here. you don't wanna see me dance anyways, not like that."

"Ah, I don't know about that," Zacarias stirred a small whirlpool in his glass, "If cowboy hats are part of your uniform, I might." He playfully wiggled his eyebrows. Truthfully, Holly had a striking beauty that could make anything look good, but he couldn't help return his own teasing. He peeled off a pineapple slice and chucked it into his mouth. Glancing around to make sure no one was listening, he looked back at the bartender, leaning forward to speak in a confidential tone, "What time do you get off tonight? --Not trying to pick you up," he added quickly, palms held up defensively, "I just need a small favor of getting into the Mango Lofts after hours. I can tell you why but then you won't have plausible deniability."

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 !

"And to think," Felipe hooked two fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face towards his to match her playful gaze, "the night's just gettin' started." He grinned into the kiss, running a hand down the side of her body to take her hand. They headed towards the bar and after helping her onto an empty stool, he ordered their usual drinks. His gaze turned back to Julianna as they waited and was struck with the memory of the first time they met. Felipe could only look back on that night with amusement. She sat at the bar, much like she was now. Beautiful and radiant, and impeccably stylish for a bar, she had caught his attention right away. He hit her with a cheesy pick up line, fully expecting to be turned down. And he was, but at least it had made her laugh. "I'd do it all over again, y'know," he reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, "make a fool of myself in front of you and your friends, and my friends, if it meant I end up right here. Or more rather, here." He stepped closer,nudging into the space in between her legs. "Have I mentioned how good you look tonight?"