#maviscampbell

where: ziggy's diva refuge (his place)

"I know it's like, a state of emergency, but this is so much fun."

Day-drinking, constant company and a revolving door of his favourite people under one roof wouldn't make him necessarily wish for more blackouts but he couldn't say he would mind it either.

( As long as he could disinvite Mack from the next one. )

He hands Mavis the glass of wine he had poured for her and keeps his own, the contents of it sloshing within it's confines as he showcases the photograph of Mariska Hargitay that had a permanent resident on the fridge.

where: oasis

The name Mavis inspired some vague recollection in him when he had first read it, not unusual enough for him to ponder too much on the why. There wasn't technically a vacancy open at the club but he liked to advertise as such to keep his present staff on their toes. If he happened across someone he thought would be a good fit, he would find the payroll if it meant more money coming in.

At the knock on his office door, he put down the resume he had been scanning with some curiosity and beckoned the potential hire in from behind his desk.

where: ocean crest rooftop, nov 15th

where: exes bonfire on the beach

Buddy doesn't mean to stare -- though he still does it -- his mind trying to place where he knows the woman who was fixing his drink from and coming up short. It felt like the worst kind of déjà vu, a biting little niggle that would irritate him until he finally asked about it.

where: four leaf

"I'll get that," Bo offers, stepping into the free space next to the brunette at the bar that was the more appealing option than the one on the other end where the thick accented regular who he suspected may have had rabies was.