#beaumontchat

After two or so months living in this town, Nico was sure it must be some point of concern that he’d not yet made a significant amount of friends-- or, at least, acquaintances, because he wasn’t a child. In any case, it was probably best he remedy that, and though his initial plan had been to buy people drinks at some of the local bars, he didn’t necessarily want to go through the motions of assuring whomever it was that, no, he didn’t want to have sex (not really).

Jude: happy jesus day

Maggie sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office, reading a magazine while her mother met with one of her many health care professionals. Her newfound duty as care giver was even more boring than she’d anticipated and she was almost relieved when she recognized the person who walked into the nearly empty room. “Hey,” she said casually, looking up from her magazine as if no time had passed at all. 

Noreen had put the entire day aside for Pokémon Go. She had shinies to find, a whole new generation to prepare for, and eggs to hatch. To aid her on her quest, she’d paid her driver extra to cruise around at 6mph. She’d been stopped twice so far and told to speed it up, but did she care? No. Now she was out stretching her legs and people watching. “Hey, probably a tall order, but is there a Starbucks around?” she asked the nearest passerby, “Or like... anywhere that can make me a half-decent frappuccino. It’s been a long day.”

She was doing what she did almost every day of the week; lost in her thoughts, listening to music, and taking a long drag of her cigarette. Her dark eyes staring at the notebook that laid in her lap, in her other hand was a pencil. She had been sketching the faces of strangers as they walked past her in the park. 

On days like these, where the sun no longer hid behind the clouds and the heat of the rays beat down and felt warm against your skin, Addison liked to take long walks with his aunt and uncle’s dog, Benny, and enjoy the blue skies while it lasted. Benny was a friendly, but rather large golden retriever that loved to run off leash, so when the streets were mostly empty, Addison let him. He ambled slowly down the road, Benny’s leash hung around his neck as the dog trotted a few feet ahead of him. Had he noticed the figure a little a ways down the road Addison would have grabbed Benny by the collar, but by the time he noticed the dog was well ahead of him, bounding down the sidewalk toward the person at the end of the road. 

“It’s all good, I’m fine,” he said with a shrug, though he was wincing slightly in pain at the movement. Note to self: maybe stop pissing people off. “But let me tell you, people don’t appreciate bein’ told to just pour their so-called ‘fine champagne’ on the floor. Too bad, would’ve tripled the value of the entire property.”

“C'est à boire à boire à boire, c'est à boire qu'il nous faut !” she sang at the top of her lungs, slurring her words just the slightest bit - not that many of the other patrons would notice. The words were repeated a few times before she settled back into English, beaming at the person next to her at the bar, “So yeah. That’s the biggest drinking song where I’m from. I always say, drinking... traditions are the best traditions.”