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Dixon hates working the bar during the day but he’s gotta pay bills; besides there’s ironically a lot of day drinkers that find their way out of the sun and into this little hole in the wall he practically calls his second home. Where there’s a town with secrets, there’s a great bar; the two tend to go hand in hand. 

Tonight, my daughter tried to tell me I’m an awful storyteller and I find that hard to believe. I’m good at that shit. She said she could do better, though and honestly she kind of did better. She was retelling Tangled but I just let her have it because I can’t win any arguments against my three going on thirteen year old. 

“Truthfully, I would not have dragged you along if I knew how awful your taste in throw pillows is! Tassels? Really? Are you out of your mind?” Ivy stressed, blinking down hard as she threw the pillow back into the bin. It was easy for the brunette to get over stressed in situations, especially when it came to redecorating her apartment. 

Mondays were always difficult for Annabel. It had been over a year since she landed the job as curator at the art museum but Annabel just couldn’t quit her life on the weekends just for the sake of being well rested come Monday morning. Doing as she did every Monday, she forced herself out of bed after only a few hours of sleep, made herself look presentable and headed out the door to the coffee shop. It was something she hated doing, human interaction wasn’t Annabel;s strong point and that was even more so the case in the morning, but she didn’t know how to make an espresso so she saw no other choice. Walking through the front door, she raised her hand in the air to alert the staff she was here and would be waiting at her usual table in the corner. After alerting the cashier, Annabel turned to walk to her usual table but someone just had to be in her way. As usual. “Are you fucking serious?” She screeched and frantically checked over her dress to make sure nothing was spilled on it. She was already running short on time and didn’t have time to be dealing with someone else’s stupidity. “Maybe next time you’re in a crowded coffee shop, you’ll look around before trying to barge through the crowd.” 

“I’m fine.. I just had some bad breakfast that’s all..”

“You know I really love my kids, more than I’ve ever loved anything else, but I did not anticipate all the bullshit that comes with other kids’ parents. Like, will you look at this?” Charlie turned her phone so the other person could see her email. “This mom sends an email to every other mom in our play group every single day. And it’s all stupid shit like cheesy quotes about children and recipes I’m never going to make. It’s like she decided to have her own daily newsletter and this is her only way to make it happen.”

“Holy shit,” Icelynn mumbled under her breath as the last customer walked away from the counter. She loved people but she hated working as a barista. The number of grumpy customers was just too much and seemed to always ruin her mood. Luckily for the girl, it was her last customer of the day and as she took her apron off and tossed it aside, she jumped over the counter. “So. What are we doing today? And don’t say you’re too busy. Everyone is always busy and it’s usually bullshit. I need something exciting and fun today.” 

“I have a huge headache borderlining on a migraine-- got a cure-all?”