#ofresoluxe

open  mic  night  had  been  more  than  a  success,  the  girls  putting  on  their  second  show  as  a  trio,  and  conveniently  running  into  cleo.  by  a  stroke  of  luck,  she'd  been  able  to  convince  dahlia  and  vada  that  they  absolutely  HAD  to  have  a  jam  sesh  with  cleo,  and  in  a  miraculous  second  stroke  of  luck,  she'd  agreed.  “my  neighbors  are  gonna  fuckin'  hate  me  after  this,”  she  chuckles  around  the  pick  between  her  teeth,  using  both  hands  to  tune  and  pluck  at  her  strings.  once  she's  gotten  it  just  right,  the  pick  is  removed  and  she's  looking  toward  the  rest  of  the  girls  in  her  diy  home  studio.  “WHAT  ARE  WE  PLAYING  FIRST,  SEXY  LADIES  ?”

danny hears the bell on the front door of cake a diem chime, a sound he has gotten quite accustomed to at this point in time. he wipes his hands off on the nearest towel he sees, shame he doesn't see its covered in flour, but with a huff and a wipe in his apron, he makes the fest steps he needs to get to the register "the baguettes are the freshest ones, if you're looking for bread. if not, danish puff pastry's the next best thing."

"You ever feel like you're not where you're supposed to be in life?" Elijah sighed dramatically, his head flopping back to rest on the back of the sofa. The question had seemingly come out of nowhere but, truthfully, Eli had been thinking about it for a while. Maybe it was because he was 31 now. Weren't people supposed to start thinking about the state of their lives once they entered their 30s? "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for Noah. I love that little shit to hell and back and he's definitely changed my life for the better, but I don't have a house, I don't have a solid career, and let's not even talk about how my sex life has basically become nonexistent." Maybe that was more information than she needed. "And," he exclaimed, "my knees actually crack when I stand up. I don't know, man, I just thought it'd be different."