#eightystarter

AFTER a long night at Cherry Bomb Burlesque, ivy was more than ready to head back to her small home and crash. school in the wee hours of the morning and heading straight to work after for six straight days now were surely getting to her. exhaustion was visible throughout her features but regardless she did her best to put on a good show. the worst part? now she had to walk her way home. it was a stroll she knew far too well but honestly -- she would rather curl up into a ball on the sidewalk and take a nap. ivy was so tired she didn’t even realize there was a couple strings flying loosely from the back of her corset from her performance which caught onto a fence by the sidewalk. “shit...” she whispered to herself. as much as she tried, her short arms couldn’t quite reach the right spot to unhook herself. with a small sigh of defeat, she felt her only option was to call for help from whoever she saw walking ahead of her in the distance. hopefully they were the helpful type and not the absolutely stay away from them type. “hey! hi! help...” she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath as she tried to take another step forward but, of course, to no avail. “i’m sort of -- stuck to the fence.”

“WELCOME to Violet Vinyls...” el sighed as she heard the chiming bells above the door to her parents’ -- well, now her own store. it’s still weird to think and say that. the store she would come to after school to do her homework in, the store she would run from school to and be welcomed by a loving embrace in. now it felt so empty. not because there weren’t any customers, there were a few every day, but because it just never really felt right. oh well. still, elaine was in no mood to be working. she didn’t REALLY have to be here but she questions other employees’ taste in music when the store is open. her gaze never left the pile of records the store just received as whoever entered walked in, she was too focused on finding what to play in the store as patrons browsed. “if you need anything let me know but if you don’t need anything, please feel free to pretend i’m not here and i will DEFINITELY do the same.”

Sidney wasn’t sure exactly what time he had arrived at the bar, but he knew it was sometime around noon and it was definitely still light out. Hours must’ve passed since he chose his spot at the bar because as he gazed out the window, he noticed that the sky had gone dark. Night had set in and so had the drinks he’d be pushing back all that time, his head fogged by the buzz. Clicking his tongue, the man ordered two more shots before turning to face the fellow customer sitting beside him, his words slurring together slightly, “One each! Ya can do shots, right?” He nodded in thanks towards the bartender as he placed the drinks in front of them before looking towards the other, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Keep in ya mind... the only right answer is yes.”

* @eightysevenstarters

  standing outside the station penny’s black chipped finger nails fumbled into her tiny fringe purse to pull out one single cigarette and her favourite lighter, (the one with Fred Flinstone on it) frantically pressing the smoke in her lips, she lit the lighter near the end watching it spark for only a moment and then die out. she did this a few times before muttering a frustrated “fuck” and quickly stopping the first person she saw on the street. “hey, I don’t have much time, I’m playing Stairway to Heaven and probably have only about 5 more minutes before the song ends thus also ending my break, please tell me you have a lighter”

it had truly been a while since sherry went to something like a state fair. heck, she rarely goes out to enjoy herself as it is annually anymore. it’s been somewhat of a rough week though so she switched her lab coat for a loose plaid shirt and merrily made her way over to the event. it was weird coming alone to these things as an adult. usually they’re more appealing to a much younger crowd -- not to say that the older you get, your heart dies and the word fun isn’t in your vocabulary anymore, but there nostalgia gathered in her heart and her mind for this.