#bellstarter

Katrina cradled her chin in her palm, glancing around the bar to gauge if anyone else was overhearing the conversation that she was. A couple leaned into each other, limbs tangled and voices a touch above a whisper– I love you snugglekins. You’re my wubby bear– prompting her brows to shoot skyward. Physically turning, Kat found the features of a kindred spirit, mouthing her reaction. “What the fuck?”

“— and then these two guys just started wailing on each other, it was insane,” Veronica’s eyes were wide, arms splayed out beside herself as if that would somehow communicate how crazy the situation had really been. “After one of the other officers finally pulled them off each other, we found out the whole fight started over, get this—” she paused, mostly for dramatic effect, “Fucking superheroes. These two drunk idiots actually managed to get into a physical altercation over who would win in a fight; Iron Man or Batman.” Veronica immediately began to shake her head once more, still completely baffled by the situation. “Who gets into a fight over something that dumb?”

Despite Seth putting his medical career behind him, it didn’t stop him from helping people out here and there, or even getting the impulse to want to help someone. As left Limelight - the karaoke bar he bartends at - he looked over at a random stranger. Maybe something was off with them, or maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see by missing the part of him that wanted to help and treat patients. “Is everything okay?” he asked, gesturing toward them.

Rachel plucked from the rack her latest and greatest thrift shop find-- 90s fashion was just so amazingly terrible sometimes. She held it up against her body and turned to the person closest to her. “I can rock it, right?” She could not. No one could.

“Well, whaddaya know,” James said with a satisfied smile as he looked at his phone. He paused for a moment before continuing, “Pottermore has confirmed that I’m a certified Ravenclaw.” He acted like he was going to mic drop his phone but didn’t go through with it (of course), exclaiming “Boom” as he did so.

She could see the entire expanse of the coffee shop from her chair in the corner, legs tucked underneath her and laptop balanced on the arm. Rain fell lightly against the window outside, and the current goings on were way too amusing to consider leaving. Feeling a presence to her left, Kaia spoke even though her eyes never wandered from the counter. “That girl comes in here all the time just to see the barista there. And he ends up tripping over his words to get her order right and makes it himself and they both blush like tomatoes. But his coworker there? Also has the hugest crush on him too and the poor guy has no clue. I’m waiting for one of two outcomes. The inevitable rom-com coffee spill or for the coworker to grow some balls. ” It also meant she needed to cut her vacation short sooner than later or risk going insane in the process. She was the definition of way too much free time.

               “When they say ‘tip your waitress’ they mean give them money for the service, not bringing up all the things they’re doing wrong in their life.”