#chwstarter

Tessa had never been one to drink, even back in her darker days, but there was something about finding herself in a bar and testing her sobriety in a pressure cooker situation that tickled an itch she'd been struggling to scratch. "Isn't it crazy how one tiny life can have such an impact on you? It's like... you couldn't even talk but you were a piece of my soul. How does anyone move on from that?" She swirled the drink she'd bought, but hadn't touched, and glanced over, "Okay, you can have it now, I don't think it's helping."

Ace's day wasn't going to be going down as one of the greatest in his life. For starters (and if he was being honest, the thing that was bothering him the most) was the fact that he couldn't see his nephew at the moment, some bullshit about him being a bad influence. On top of that, his morning had been spent meeting with richie types who he'd gotten in bed with at the start of this whole keys to the kingdom thing. Nothing was wrong there, he just really hated being around so many people who weren't his own - it made him feel outnumbered which made him be defensive. He was hungry though, so hungry he couldn't wait to get back to the southside to eat so he just stopped by St. Elmo's and was instantly agitated while looking over the menu with the feeling of eyes on him, "You want somethin' or what? Fuck are you lookin' at me like that for?"

Nadine's afternoon came to an irritating pause as she found herself on a barricaded street, some kind of local 5k. She wasn't in any real hurry but still couldn't stand to be inconvenienced on principle, especially by people who paid to run. "Can't they go any faster? That guy's walking."

"Crazy how my entire ability to pay rent is dependent on some guy who likes watching me stand on food," Stradlin was checking their bank balance, grateful that they'd made it by the skin of their teeth to pay their rent. "This week was mashed potato. Only con is that I'm never gonna eat that shit again."

Being a Chadwell meant never working a day in her life if Adeline didn't want to, but as her parents were no longer paying her to go away, her allowance came with certain expectations, rules she refused to abide by. The cost of her freedom was finding a job on her own and not because of a favor owed to her father, as if high-end retail was blue collar. "Too much jewelry right." She stepped back to look at a mannequin she'd styled, "Not in a Coco Chanel way, wrong store, and she was a nazi, so. Sorry. Can I help you with anything?"

"I need people to stop asking me how I am during pride month. Or maybe I should get a shirt that says 'gay and very busy.'" The amount of gigs Cass had booked for Pride month had her feeling like she hadn't slept in her own bed in days. "I need someone to invent a time stopper so I can just take a nap without missing something. Day parties, late parties, brunch parties, I'm supposed to DJ a Pride party for a medical company this week. Do you think they'll give me free IVs? Or can I like not write that in a contract?"

"You know when I was younger i used to hear about all of these parties that used to be thrown here. The way my cousin told it there were parties for it like being a Thursday where Mercury was in retrograde and everyone would come dressed as their signs or something. I don't know if I want to bring it back per se, that sounds exhausting, but the beginning of summer should be celebrated, don't you think? I could throw a pool party."

"Do you think if I say Gossip Blog into a mirror three times it'll come back to life?" Tahani twirled the straw in her drink, overlooking the cocktail party she was contractually obligated to be at for at least another hour. "I mean, I know it ruined lives or whatever but I'm bored," she sighed, as if that were the most pressing matter in the world. "I had a baby with my baby daddy's best friend so, like, I've done my duty for the entertainment around here. I need something new."