#sarayoon

character: @sarayoon​​ & maya.

Decked in his full 80's prom attire, as helped by his siblings and the random costume trunk in the apartment, CJ was absolutely having a blast mingling with those in their own decade 'fits. He was hanging around the bar, narrowly avoiding someone spilling some dark liquid on the white suit, stumbling into someone despite his best efforts to watch the space. "Shit, sorry!" He exclaimed, facing them to make sure they were okay. "Sara without an 'H', hi! You okay? I didn't stand on you or anything, did I?"

character: @sarayoon​​ & ingrid.

"You have no idea how much I needed this," Ingrid replied, her hand already reaching for a glass of wine. She took a moment to savor the aroma before downing the entire drink in one swift motion. "And before you say anything – yes, I know it's technically a wine tasting, but blame it on the fact that everything tastes ridiculously good. And just so we're clear, I'm not tipsy... yet," she grinned, her playful demeanor evident despite the telltale flush coloring her cheeks.

character — @sarayoon

In between songs and drinks, Verda was being pulled in every direction possible. For a small reception, it seemed half of Providence Peak had opted to show their love and support for the happily (already married) couple. "I've been looking around for you and Q, but wasn't sure if you were able to make it. Happy to see you did." The baker leaned in to capture the other into a tight hug before she pulled back slowly and took a step to woman's side. "Can I get you a drink? Or something to eat? We're keeping things pretty tame right now, but give it another hour or so and that's when the real fun will start."

character: @sarayoon​​ & maya.

status: closed for @sarayoon

Work had been starting to pick up again, which was good, because CJ liked interacting with people, even if it meant he was busy talking through the rules of the room rather than chilling with his co-worker in the back. There had been a dip in the day, though, and was zoned out waiting for a bachelorette group to finish up, watching the safety video that looped around on the TV’s in the waiting room, when the door opened. He straightened up, grinning to welcome the guest, the face being extremely familiar. “Hey! Weren’t you here like…a few days ago?” He asked in greeting. “You must be like, super, angry.” 

"-don't you think it's about time the two of us caught up?" the woman asked as sara answered the door and carissa offered her a smile. "i mean, come on. it's been weeks since we've unloaded and i have no idea what's been going on in your life." she paused and held up some take out bags to indicate she'd brought something to go along with their session. "plus, you know i never come empty handed. so, what do you say? are you busy or do you have time for your non blood sister?"

character — @sarayoon

Life had it's ups and downs, but for Max, it had always been more of the latter until recently. He'd finally found his place in life and had a found a greater meaning to it all. Rather than hopping from city to city, always looking for the next thrill, he'd found comfort in knowing that he had a reason to stay... had two reasons to stay. The tattoo artist walked with a lightness in his chest that he hadn't known in far too long. He even wore a smile, something that had once felt foreign to him. It was that happiness that he feared losing, but he had too much hope to believe that it would go anywhere. Max gave the occasional nod towards passing strangers and even stopped to converse with a people he'd met, but didn't know well. His journey out for lunch had left him wandering the downtown area in search of something good. He watched as a woman in the distance dropped something from her bag and in one smooth dip, he grabbed the receipt and cleared his throat. "Excuse me," he called out, only realizing who the woman was after she'd turned around to face him. They hadn't spoke in months, a fact he hadn't looked over. "I just wanted to tell you that you dropped something," he added, holding out the receipt for her to take if she wanted. "It's been awhile... how have you been?"