#phillystart

for: @philly-starters / anyone!

With his hands clasped behind his back, Lucky peered at the painting on display before him with innate interest. He had been told he needed to see the Matisse exhibition before it's conclusion, but now he was there he wasn't altogether sure what he was supposed to be seeing.

"Yes, mom - I did have breakfast. No, it wasn't just a coffee, I'm fine! I told you."

There was an agitation to Patrick's tone, one that seemed almost permanently attached at this point whenever his mother started asking questions he was slowly but surely getting sick of. Some of them being "Are you taking care of yourself?" or "Are you doing okay?" The real answer was always no but Patrick knew what she wanted to hear and maybe, in a way, he needed to say it more in order to start believing it himself. Yet, it was tiring and Patrick was always tired anyways so this didn't exactly help his case. He lowered his phone and let out sigh before putting it back up against his ear, a fake smile spreading across his lips so it'd register on the other end of the line. "What about you?" He asked, trying to somehow coordinate holding a phone, a leash that had two dogs attached and a cup of coffee when suddenly a squirrel ran across their path. "Oh shit," Patrick breathed. "No, not you - I - yeah, mom? I gotta go."

That was all he managed to choke out before his day turned into one that seemed like it was taken right out of some over the top romcom if you took away both, the romance and the comedy - at least for the protagonist. One of his dogs had spotted the squirrel and before he could say anything, Meadow, his usually rather calm samoyed, gave her leash a good tug that had Patrick tumbling forward, causing him to drop his phone along with his coffee in the process. The sound was enough for his dogs to focus back on him but the damage was done and he could feel at least one pair of eyes on him in a way that caused a flush to creep up his neck. "Well...that was embarrassing," he said to the person the coffee had splashed in front of and he was quick to reach down to retrieve his phone. "I'm so sorry about that. Is everything okay?" And now, on top of everything, he sounded exactly like his mother.

location: lucky strike

tagging: @philly-starters​

“Best out of three?” Asher asked, wiggling his brows at his next opponent as the previous skulked away from the ping-pong table after losing miserably. “We can make even make it interesting. Loser pays the winners tab.”

location: literally anywhere with an elevator babes

Sam didn't normally make deliveries for the dispensary. But, when the kid that normally took it didn't show up, Sam got stuck with that job for the day. A quick trip. His manager had promised. Just take the bike down a few blocks, and come back. Ten minutes tops. He'd taken the bike, and parked and locked it in the alley it before heading in.

The few stops of the elevator between the ground floor and the floor he was heading to let people off seemed inconsequential. Until the second that the elevator came to a dead stop, it seemed like it was sort of on par for the whole ordeal. He hit the floor button again, hoping it would kick it in gear. Nothing. A press of the open door button, then the close door. Still nothing. "Shit," he whispered out, hoping that his remaining elevator co-rider didn't catch it. "Um," he said, glancing over to the other misfortuned soul stuck with him. "You wouldn't happen to be, like, a secret elevator expert or anything, would you? Or at least, not like, claustrophobic?"