#sevenmiles.start

Who: open to everyone

“You know, if you are going to try and steal someone’s coffee you could at least leave me something else to drink.” Eda spoke with a raised brow as the other tried to take her coffee and the only other drink on the pick up spot. Holding out a slim hand, she awaited their reaction and the hopeful return of her coffee. 

location: keys women’s club  opened to: all 

Willa Henley, president of the Key West Woman’s Club. There she was, dressed in a full length, glorious dress, airy and beautiful, large earrings as she smiled at the who’s who of Key West, making polite, elegant chit chat with who she knew she had to get money from. It was all going according to plan, until she picked up a smoked salmon puff and it wasn’t exactly cooked the way she liked. 

Using her perfectly manicured finger, she called over in her elegant British accent to a server, and with that sugar sweet smile and an arched eyebrow, she sighed. “Darling. Darling. Look at this and tell me if this salmon puff is golden brown. Is it?” The poor waiter didn’t even get a chance to answer before Willa, in her glory, leaned forward and accidentally bumped into the waiter, making them spill the rest of the puffs on the ground. 

Only about halfway through changing the oil in the Bronco, the bell on the front door echoed throughout the shop. Sliding out from under her truck, Clarke called out that she’d be right there. Normally she saved any work on her personal vehicle for before or after shop hours, but things had been slow and idle hands had a tendency to get Clarke in trouble. 

time: 8pm

open to: all

shirt ripped and covered in alcohol, it was a normal night at the restaurant for abby. she’d be pissed about her shirt reeking of booze, but it being slightly see through at the moment meant more tips from drunk, messy guys. the same guys that had tugged on her shirt a little too hard, leaving a gaping hole in her backside. that pissed her off. she all but cursed them out, storming off outside before she did something that would get her fired. “i’m on break, go bother someone else for a damn refill,” abby let out, the sound of footsteps the only indication she had someone was near.

it had been a long day and drew was in two minds of whether to go out and get a drink, or sit with her feet in the pool and drink wine alone. she’d found herself walking into franks before she even realised, hand reaching for a bottle of wine before she shook her head and looked for a bottle of bourbon instead. 

“ can you be a doll and pass me the makers mark 46? ” 

LOCATION: anywhere

“ Look, I’m not really in the mood right now so unless you have something strong to drink, I don’t care.”