#misty.starter

“Bah-bah-bah...” Maeve whispered, her hips rocking in time to the electronic music that was coming from her phone. The shop had been quiet that morning, and she found herself on TikTok. It was a simple dance, really, but Maeve didn’t have much going for her in hip action. “Doo-d-doo doo, doo-d-doo doo.” She tried to loosen up, and just as she did the bell on the front door rang. Her hands dropped quickly and her face got really red. “Umm, welcome to O’Sullivan’s Books!” Please don’t make fun of my dancing, she thought to herself.

“ IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A SHOULDER TO CRY ON , or somebody to comfort you . . i’m not your girl. “ sasha cuts across as she sits at the bar, staring ahead. the news of a LITTLE BOY’S DEATH still rings in her mind. sasha may be cruel, and harsh, and RUINATION . but she isn’t as heartless as she pretends to be. SHE FEELS a bit too much sometimes . she just doesn’t know how to deal with OTHER PEOPLE’S EMOTIONS. and she never will . “ if you need a quick fuck or a drink . . that’s more my speed . “ it’s said roughly, but truthful, as she doesn’t even chance the person before her a glance. instead, she gestures to the bartender for SHOTS . so many shots . she can’t keep track of how much she’s had to drink. alcohol is good on any night . but especially nights like THIS . sasha usually isn’t one for company  , either . but . again. tonight feels DIFFERENT. 

“ i got a complaint today from someone next door about playing my harmonica too loud — i repeat, my HARMONICA. one, how the fuck do you play a harmonica too loud ?? and two, who doesn’t like the sound of harmonicas ? this town is so BACKWARDS. ”

“ the hell .. ” eyes squinting, gabriel studied the group of kids from across the street who were all flocking to a parked car in the lot, one that was taking up TWO spots instead of one. “ .. is that .. that’s a twenty pound bag of bird seed, jesus — ” the male leans back with raised brows, mildly impressed by the scheme. “ kids sure are getting more and more creative nowadays .. ” he murmured to himself, attention beginning to drift back to the report he had initially been working through.

Andy thought about calling out that night. He’d been working more hours than he probably should’ve and it was definitely taking a toll on his psyche. That being said, it was almost worse to stay home. At least people kept it interesting and his mind off the worst. One evil was no greater than the other and he knew that too well. 

As he stood, polishing the glasses on the rack, he recognized the chime of the regular night crowd and let out a deep breath. Game time.

location: lucky’s tavern