#nextlater

The thing about pubs is, everyone tends to go there, once or twice- not always, but you do tend to go, usually with your friends. There's a game on tonight, so it's also a very crowded with people watching it and hoping to celebrate the game's results.

She's currently sitting down, on one of the few tables with any seats you could feesibly take, given she had gotten there just in time to get a table. Some people politely asked and took chairs to join tables with others too. Her drink ( spiced rum and coke, one of her favourites ) is half full, only having two others before this.

"A cup of coffee for you, Ceara?"

— @nextlater (Katarina)

"E-Eh..? A... cup of coffee..?" Shoot, she doesn't usually drink coffee... How should she answer...?

"I want this one! And this one! This one too!" Dead Master pointed at the puppies in their kennel. She ran over to the counter and slammed her credit card on the counter. There's no way she's leaving town without a couple of new friends to keep her company. The puppies' giant eyes were basically begging for Dead to take them home and how could she ignore such pleas? "They're all so cute! I just wanna take them all! How much? I'll pay for it all. Don't care about the price."

“I definitely don’t have any memories of things like that, growing up. I think if I did I wouldn’t have as much trouble with computers as I do. It’s okay though, like you said.” Well, it mostly was anyway. Sometimes it felt like a huge weight on his social credentials. At least with certain crowds it did anyway. “And uh, just for the record- shrubs and bushes are really the same thing! In case you weren’t being rhetorical or making another joke- ha.” Ha. Oh he was going to make it awkward again, wasn’t he?

If Raguna had been considering asking Judyta for advice about computers, he sure wouldn’t be doing that now. She could be commended for staying as busy as she did, but there also came with it an air of distance. Well, Raguna, there are people out there who claim you’re too nice. Expecting it of others is your own misstep. The young man smiles with a sigh, slowly navigating his way into the login process for his computer. Oh, that tapping technique for the keyboard. It’s effective at least?

With winter bearing its teeth, ready to savage the United States with its boreal fury and biting weather, Bernadotte was beyond willing to forsake his little apartment in the redwoods for the opportunity to meander around in better conditions… even if it did start out in a low place. The blond threw open the lid of the bin, its stench finally registering as fresh air wafts in. In Las Vegas, it could only go up from there.

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them. - @nextlater​ sent:

🫂 — to Murelle, from Rafael, who wants to say, "Perdóname, ya que no es mi idea, claro." (@nextlater)

“Oh?” The librarian didn’t expect this at all, a young man who she didn’t know him at all deciding to hug her out of the blue. 

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

“Something like that.” The strange woman turned to face Miriam. Iris did not know who this was, then again this would be understandable as she and Daniel had only arrived in Las Vagas the day before for a vacation. Their hotel just so happened to be close to UNLV. As such the woman had taken the time to explore the place tonight.