#foolsstart

nico’s favourite nights at his new job had quickly become the ones where the atlantis club turned into a sweaty concert venue. the building had originally been build to host concerts somewhere in the 90s when grunge was at its peak, and in nico’s opinion that was still the type of event that suited the building the best. or maybe it was just that he’d never been much of a club-goer, but he loved going to concerts. because tonight was one of those club nights, and he was kind of miserable, but still putting on pained smiles for the customers at the bar. although, at this point in the night, most were too wasted to notice anyway. “what can i get you?” he said, turning to the newest face waiting to be served.

noah: it’s march and like, you know what? that’s fucked up. literally, it was march this time last year too, and what’s up with that? like, a year has passed since it was last march, what the fuck?

“old people are so annoying.” charlie sighed, looking so obviously bothered by an encounter she’s had at work. “like, okay, victor and ruth. we get it, you miss the good ol’ days. shut the fuck up.” she huffed, stuffing a piece of cake in her mouth. “if i hear one more boomer saying 'kids these days’, i will-” she stopped herself and took a deep breath before she could go on a longer rant. it wasn’t worth it, and charlie had a habit of giving herself a headache because of things like this. “anyways. so how have you been?”

kiran had no idea what he was actually doing here. he’d let mae drag him to some of the spring festival activities earlier today, but then he’d told her he was heading home. and he was, just not the home she thought he was staying at, which was his parents. he’d gone back to his car, his home on wheels, and then somehow he’d ended up here, standing outside of the party going on in the abandoned villas behind him, at the end of one of the unused docks. the sounds of the party were just background noise here, mixing in with the sound of ocean water lapping at the wooden beams of the dock he was standing on, and the sound his lighter made as he lit another cigarette. he used to be the life of these parties, so maybe he’d been trying to find some part of his past self by going back here now. he hadn’t even been able to be stay inside for one whole song before he’d felt like he couldn’t breathe, before he’d had to flee outside. pathetic. kiran turned with a sigh at the sound of someone coming down the dock behind him, barely registering the person silhoutted against the bright lights coming from the buildings. “this one’s occupied, buddy, go find your own fucking dock.”

avi: sometimes it's boardgame night and i'm two seconds away from committing first degree murder

mae flipped through a very random looking rack at the back of the store, which happened to be full of outfits and dresses that no one would ever want to be caught dead in. “i don’t know, this really screams garbage fashion to me.” she said as she pulled out an unnecessarily huge dress, with a ridiculous amount of bottle caps sewn into it. why was this ever in a thrift store? she had no idea. her long experience with thrift stores told her to expect anything without question. “garbagé, if you will.” she said with a fake french accent, maybe a little too seriously for someone who was clearly fooling around. “iconic.” mae said with a scrunched nose, now putting it back into the rack. 

it was a few hours into her shift and already laika’s apron was covered in chocolate dust , stray foam and the crumbs of cookies , gingerbread men and cupcakes . she wondered how it was legal to pay such workers a dirt wage when she slaved hot beverages hour after hour , slinging sweet treats and pouring coffee after coffee for san verto’s most important inhabitants . by the door a kid was picking marshmallows off their hot chocolate and tossing them like frisbees onto the linoleum and her eyes rolled , attention turned to the customer she was currently serving instead of the gelatin-related violence .  lucky for her it wasn’t her job to clean the messes up ; she was more focused on creating them and leaving fossilised imprints across her work uniform that no amount of detergent would ever seem to wash out . “ i swear – just don’t bring your fussy ass kid to a café if they don’t wanna eat here . surely it’s cheaper to just make a drink at home if they’re gonna perform surgery on the ingredients anyway , “ with a shake of her head laika clicked the head of her pen to begin scrawling down the order , “ sorry , what was that again ??