#polstarter

“Hey so,” Zac started as the door opened, holding the large pizza out in front of him and hoping he could talk his way into getting let in. He was prepared to try every door he came to and knock on them all until he got someone to agree to let him stay if that’s what it took, friend or stranger. “It’s possible that my roommate locked me out of the apartment and I really could use somewhere to hang out for now? And maybe sleep,” he added quickly, trying to slip that in innocently before lifting up the pizza again. “But I come bearing gifts? I have beer and an extra-large meat lovers pizza. To share.”

hair tucked away in a ponytail, taylor entered the cafe for her usual coffee run. she was early today and wanted to sit somewhere to... rest. she’d spent the whole night trying to get a hold of her powers (which were a pain to grasp since it’s not entirely physical). “Um, is this seat taken?” she asked politely,  “it’s a pity this place is always full at this time, so sorry to bother you.” taylor took a seat opposite the other a little too quickly.

Rachel was far from being an alcoholic, but she did tend to hang out at the bars pretty often. She spent a lot of time thinking about the future. This gave her anxiety, and therefore led to her needing a drink. She was sipping on her strawberry margarita when someone who was obviously drunker than she was, decided that it would be a good idea to lean in close to her, mumbling some corny pickup link. “Please. Can you just...” Rachel started, before pushing his face away from her. “Just stop. Get away from me.”

“Hey, uh... quick question.” Rory had approached them struggling with each breath, his hands on his hips as he tried to work up the air in his lungs enough to talk to the other without being forced to cut off and inhale. As he did, he reached up, pushing damp hair back off his forehead and attempted to return to it’s original - and very meticulously placed home that he had forced it into that morning with far too much dedication. When he looked in a mirror later, he might cry at how it was all destroyed, but for now he just sent the over a slight grin. “Do I look good like this? You know, a lot of guys can pull off the sweaty, rough and tough look, but I’ve never really tried it out before. I’d like to think I can pull off anything if I do it with confidence. That seems to really be the solution to a lot of things, though it never really did fix... my dancing, from what I’ve heard. Which is just rude to say to a person, but I can appreciate the honesty if it keeps me from being laughed at by large groups of people.” Maybe he was trying a little hard to avoid questions about why he was running in the first place, but he kept talking rather than giving them any genuine time to cut in and ask. “Speaking of dancing, that’s a really good way to find out how old you are, isn’t it? I mean, gee, I can barely keep up and if I tried to do any of those... hip new dance moves, it’d be cringe galore, and I like pushing limits, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather be a cool grandpa than one that the grandkids never wanna visit because they end up in tears while gramps just can’t stop dabbing, or... whatever cool dance move there is now. There’s just... there’s so many of them.”

“Hey, I got you a little something,” Dahlia said with her most innocent smile as she reached over to tug on the sleeve of the nearest person, holding out a box filled with nice looking doughnuts. Of course, they were only nice on the outside as every single one was some kind of trick doughnut which was the only reason Dahlia would ever share food, but she was trusting the other person not to question that. “They’re on the house, we’re doing a promotional campaign so I thought I’d spread the doughnut love around and maybe I’ll even see you in the shop later?” Of course that and the innocent smiles were all a ploy to get them to take the disgustingly flavored doughnuts.

[ ✖ open ] ❝Holy shit, I met Jeff Mangum.❞

I've been cooped up for far too long. Who's interested in a party tonight?

[sings softly to herself]