#loganstart

alexander had been sitting at a small little outside restaurant as he worked on some things. his laptop on some papers to make sure nothing flew away from him as he typed out an email. he traveled a lot for work and he was working on another thing to be going back and forth from home to the place. he leaned back on his chair, the pen in his hand as he chewed at the bottom of it before he felt his feet being pushed and his dogs that were chilling under his chair had started to run off to some person. he groaned and got up as he went for them. he caught both their leashes and whistled at them, getting them to calm down. “my bad. they really like people and one goes, the other follows.” he let out as he got the small pups to sit in front of him. @loganstarters​

Going to the grocery store today was a mistake. A huge mistake, by the looks of it. Not only was it a Sunday but the forecast was predicting some snow and everyone and their mother seemed to be at Trader Joe’s stocking up. The lines were halfway down the food aisles, crowding them so much that the people pushing carts could barely navigate through. It had taken her forever just to grab the fruit she needed for her morning smoothies. “God, I feel so bad for the people working today,” she mumbled to the person in line in front of her. “This is brutal.” @loganstarters​

"You did see the trailer for the new Saw movie, right", Declan said, looking up from his phone. He wasn't even waiting for an answer, or even looking for one. He really just wanted to complain. "I mean, Chris Rock has never done anything good in his life but why." (( @loganstarters​ ))

When she was high, suddenly everything was funny to Tuesday. She had smoked a joint before her shift at the bar, nothing too strong to distract her from work, so now as one of the patrons, an older man in his 40′s, leaned too far into her face, Tuesday couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Whoa, 4D visual experience,” she said as he got close to her, clearly too drunk, his finger pointing in her face trying to touch Tuesday’s hair as he rambled on about something, nearly incomprehensible. She reached out her own fingertip to touch his ET-style. “ET phone home. Should I call you a cab or something? I’m like, afraid you’re gonna hurl on me,” she stated matter of factly, turning her attention to another customer, eyes pleading at them for a distraction from the man. “Anything I can get ya? A drink, a snack, some wise and sage advice? Knock knock joke?”

Pink glitter stuck to her cheek, leftover remnants from when she danced as ‘Lily” at the strip club, Lola was just escaping a bad date. She had cackled like a child as the man had attempted to go home with her from the bar, prancing off like an escaped deer as he slid his arm around her waist, pulling away and shaking her head. “Sorry. I think I see one of my friends over there. Text you later,” she had told him, heading back towards the bar booths at Cole’s, Lola quickly sitting in a random booth and huffing, brushing locks of blonde hair out of her face. “I told that guy we’re friends. Help me out? I can’t talk to him for another minute. He started saying all the things he wanted to do to me and my eyes glazed over. Like someone replaced my brain with a fat head of lettuce,” she complained, her now former date still eyeing the blonde suspiciously as he looked at his phone, waiting for his Uber to arrive. “Just keep talking until he leaves. He’s kind of obsessed with me. Thought he was going to yank out a lock of my hair and clone me at one point.”