#nolachat

                 “SURPRISE!” 

                Valentines Day. Arguably, one of the busiest times of the year for Fleur’s Blooms. For the past week, Silas and the shop’s owner, Adeline, had spent most of their workdays putting together various ready-to-purchase gifts for the event. From individual roses to full-fledged bouquets, the blonde would end up staying from dusk till dawn just to meet the demands of customers, making a note to up the antem, since last year had been so hectic. He stands in front of the wooden table situated outside, sticking a promotional banner on the side, taking a step back to view the display. He hears a passerby walk behind him, glancing briefly before he waves them down for their two cents. “What do you think? ....Romantic enough?” he quirks a brow, crossing his arms as he stares intensely at the stuffed animals, sitting in front of a few vases of wilted flowers.

       “Damn fire alarms," Sawyer huffs with her hands on her hips at nobody in particular, exasperated at the notion of being kicked out of NOLA PD. It was then she noticed, in the corner of her eye, someone outside of the police precinct standing nearby. “Ruining my Netflix time. —And before you say anything, it was my lunch break, thank you very much.” She wasn’t going to mention the donuts she’d had to regretfully leave behind, too; a cop stereotype she’d unfortunately succumbed to. Now she turns around to face her counterpart, giving them a brief once over. “Were you about to come in, or? Not that there’s any use now.” 

Metro was already hopping with the crowds pouring in, the music bumping in anticipation of the night’s entertainment leading up to midnight. On the regular, Talan called Bourbon Street home, his work, main haunts always there. But he had no reservations about switching certain things up, to him, it’s what kept things exciting. And a huge club party away to ring in the New Year from the usual crowds at that? He was sold. “Wonder how long it would take to pop all those at once?” Talan asked to the person nearest him, his eyes catching sight of the abundance of balloons netted on the ceiling.

“Okay am I going crazy,” Tyler said, opening up the Tinder app on his phone, scrolling through some of his matches before settling on a girl he had messaged back and forth with a few times before she denied him, “Or does that girl...” he said, gesturing across the bar to a brunette that was playing pool with another man, clearly flirting with him if you didn’t look closer, where a small wedding ring sat on her finger, “...look exactly like this chick,” he said, flashing the phone to the person standing near him. “What’s the deal, do you think she’s married, or not?”

“Holy crap,” Cecily said the moment she looked at the lights. She was enchanted by them and wanted to take a bunch of photos and plaster them everywhere on her walls. Every year it gets better and better, to the point that she didn’t want to go back home, not once. Pulling out her phone, she started snapping photos of the lights before she accidentally bumped into someone as she turned around. “I’m so sorry,” she said immediately. “I was distracted and didn’t look where I was going.”

            "Whoa-- you alright?” Grace laughed, hands hovering over their shoulder and arm, watching them carefully. “I nearly ran into you, so either that’s my bad or you’re not skating as straight as I think you are.”