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with    anyone    @   pick a bar. any bar.   (  4 / 4  ) CLOSED

Boredom was part of his mortal side and DeAndre hated it. Every once in a while, when Ender was busier than him and he didn’t feel like being a total asshole, he would hit bars and ask people one simple question in exchange for some amusement: truth or dare? A child’s play, often frowned upon of course, but to someone who hardly ever took things seriously, it was a fun way to spend his night. The warlock downed a tequila shot, the liquid hardly ever burning his throat anymore and looked to the person sitting beside him.   “  You up for a little game? Truth or dare?  ”

Nari   should   have   probably   accepted   the   liquid   courage   when   it   was   offered   to   her,   but   she   figured   she   wouldn’t   need   it–that   was,   until   Armando   heard   a   familiar   song   to   him   (and   very   unknown   to   her)   and   pulled   the   blonde   up   so   they   could   dance   along   to   it.   Nari   had   promised   that   she   would   do   things   differently   this   year,   that   she   would   start   doing   what   her   old   self   wouldn’t   easily   do,   after   all,   Maple   Brook   was   a   fresh   start…   so   that   meant   that   if   a   friend   invited   her   to   a   country   party,   she   wouldn’t   say   no.   But…   dancing   ? “   I’m   going   to   step   on   your   toes.   ”    She   said   with   a   warning   tone,   but   she   still   followed   his   lead   as   they   danced.    “   You   know…   thanks   for   inviting   me   today.   I   really   needed   a   night   away   from–you   know…   everything.   ”

— SETTING: outside adult avenue ; late evening — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for DOMINIC HUANG  | ( @lcvelctters )

It wasn't every day that Aysel worked closing shifts, but, seeing as there was a new shipment of products this morning, the store owner took her time reorganizing the store after closing hours. She knew these streets like the palm of her hand, therefore, she wouldn't worry about driving home this late—besides, she didn't walk around with a self-defense kit in her keychain for nothing.

Finally as she locked everything up, the slender brunette fished a joint from inside her jacket's pocket and lit it up. It would be a relaxing ride home, after all. Through the smoke, however, she saw a familiar face outside, bringing a smirk to her lips.

"My, my... were you waiting for me, Nic?"

Once the New Years festivities were over and Selvi was back to the loving arms of her mother, Jacob found himself being done with everything he needed for the weekend and then, after shooting Elliot a quick text to check where he was and if he was free, the investor grabbed a few things he needed and then made his way to his best friend's house.

Suffice to say, congratulations were in order and a proper celebration from his part, was too. In all honesty, Hoon couldn't be happier for Elliot and Thea. He'd like to think he knew the duo pretty well, having dated one in high school and having been best friends with the other since, pretty much, well... forever? Yeah, of course he was happy they'd found each other.

"Morning, sunshine! You ready to celebrate your newest life update?" He asked while raising the champagne bottle he'd brought.

As much as he didn't want keep thinking of this as his luck finally turning around when it came to the matters of the heart, Dean was still excited to be spending some time alone with Maya, away from prying eyes and crowds.

They had shared a dance at Verda's and Emmy's wedding, and, while he wouldn't say his high school crush came back in full force, there was something daunting about Maya Lee. Something he was curious to get to know more of.

Considering the fact that their last two meetings had happened in crowded places, the silence of his kitchen as he finished mixing the ingredients of their dessert was a huge change. Well, not exactly silence since Dean could hardly say he functioned without music, but still... there was a difference.

After he'd mixed everything up, Dean then, set up the small table for the two of them and moved to his bedroom for a quick shower.

He kept checking on his phone to see if Maya had texted him, hoping there wouldn't be a message cancelling anything, but his response came in the form of the buzzer ringing and him hearing her voice on the other side of the intercom before buzzing her in.

Summer break meant having the Hearst, more exactly, Oscar Hearst in Wilmington. This time, his step-father's presence came with the insistence of a certain marriage proposal that Zian had denied a few times before. Now, as he stood in line to place an order for something sweet to munch on as his cravings made his fingertips itch for the first time in weeks, he saw the very same person he had seen in pictures and files Oscar had showed him, come into the bakery near his place.

Would she know who he was? Surely, she would, right? Just like he knew who she was?

But Zian didn't say much. His eyes met hers for a brief moment and he ducked his head to check his phone that buzzed on his pocket, then proceeded to place his order for the sweetest sweet he'd seen on display and a cup of coffee. Double espresso shot.

Then, once he had his order in hands, his eyes met hers again. Oddly.

"Hey..." He approached the shorter woman. "Sorry if this is going to be weird, but I can't shake the feeling that we know each other." And despite making it seem like this was an overused pick-up line, it would be possible, considering the amount of blow he used to do back in dirty stalls of highly questionable clubs mere months ago.

Out of all of the unexpectant friendships she could've gotten, Sara's friendship to Jesse was probably both the strangest and yet, one of her favorite. She was always happy when art brought her close to people, especially since she'd been using art to express herself for so many years. So, that afternoon, since both happened to be free earlier in the day, she had gotten them tickets for a wine and painting type of evening the next town over in advance, and, drove by the school to pick him up. "Hi there, Mr. Principal, sir." She teased, rolling her eyes at her own words, before wrapping her arms around Jesse in a sweet hug and planting a small and soft kiss on his cheek. "Are you excited? Because I don't know if I'm more excited about the wine or the paintings." Sara chuckled as she pulled out of the pick up lane and started heading out the road, her usual bubbly kpop tunes playing from her car's radio.

Sara had never understood baseball, but, charity was charity and since she had promised herself to try and have more quality time by herself, here she was, trying to enjoy herself at a game she didn't quite give too much thought about. As the crowd gave one last cheer at the referee's last whistle, the brunette pressed her lips into a thin line... that was it? That was the whole game? Her gaze moved along the crowd as it began leaving their seats and she locked eyes with a particular pair of blue hues. Sara waved discreetly at Saul, offering him a small smile. Would it be bad if she went there to say hello? They had agreed on keeping things discreet, but that didn't mean she couldn't greet him in public, right? It wasn't like she was some kind of dirty little secret, so, she got up from her seat, too and walked towards the older lawyer. The smile reappeared on her lips as she joined him. "Saul Weissberg as I live and breathe!" The short-haired brunette teased, feigning surprise. "Did you have fun?"