#simonmeadows

               She’d thought the storm had passed. An entire night stuck in her cement cellar, panic stricken and worried out of her mind for the apartments above the saloon (and the saloon itself) had put Audrey in quite a sour mood, but when the tornado vanished and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, she couldn’t even describe her relief. To celebrate, she’d decided to close the saloon down for a day and make sure her employees are alright -- namely, Simon. The two had developed such a tight bond and she couldn’t imagine how horrified Hayley must have been, so she invited them to the saloon so they could set up blankets on the floor and play board games; anything to lighten the mood.

               That is, until the sirens sounded off once more and, much too soon for Audrey’s liking, the three shuffled their way into the cellar again. Now, the three sit in the middle of the large room, Audrey once again in quite a sour mood.

👎 for an irritated text 

[TXT]: You said you would pick her up almost an hour ago, but I guess work trumps child yet again, huh?[TXT]: I wouldn’t mind as much if Hayley wasn’t treating my son like a baby doll.

😅 for an accidental text

[TXT]: Hey![TXT]: Sorry, wrong person.

💩 for a shitty text

Martin “Superman” Boyle

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

Revenge of the Nerds.

Something they like about your muse:

Everything. Though the fact he’s so willing to teach her many more new and exciting things about the nerd culture and not judge her for being a little slow with it is a close second.

Something they dislike about your muse:

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She only dislikes the fact she didn’t speak to him sooner.

Their first impression of your muse:

“What a little bean!”

Their impression of your muse now:

“What a little bean!”…

Kidding.

“You grew up!”

How they feel about your muse:

Happy. To have found someone to talk to about things she wouldn't necessarily discuss with anyone else.

Something they are hiding from your muse:

This. In a frame.

Something they wish they could tell your muse:

Anything in Elvish.

Simon “Mr. Unlucky” Meadows

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

Mr Unlucky & Miss Fuck-It-Up

Something they like about your muse:

His taste in fire-related t-shirts.

Something they dislike about your muse:

Nothing.

Their first impression of your muse:

“ARGH!”

Their impression of your muse now:

“Who let you out on your own, buddy?”

How they feel about your muse:

That they probably shouldn’t be around each other for more than an hour without an accompanying adult.

Something they are hiding from your muse:

Nothing.

Something they wish they could tell your muse:

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

You are the father of my niece and I respect that. Doesn’t mean that I like you, though.

Something they like about your muse:

You adore Hayley. Even a blind man could see that.

Something they dislike about your muse:

Ooh, boy. You took the one thing from Layken that was keeping her grounded during her dark times and then I was left picking up the pieces. Do you even know how much damage that did to her? How she still feels lingering emotions about not being a good enough mother? How Hayley still doesn’t even register Layken as her mother now because you took her away during her developing years? And the fact that your parents tried to take her away from my family again, but that’s just dislike by association, honestly.

Their first impression of your muse:

I only met you for the first time when Layken was giving birth. Before that, i’d heard her rave about you, and genuinely expected you to be a decent man. I thought that she might have found The One.

Their impression of your muse now:

You are not The One.

How they feel about your muse:

I’m holding a grudge against you from the past. I know that you and Layken are giving your relationship another chance, and I feel like it’ll be good for Hayley to have her family together, but I think Layken could do better. Still, I respect that it’s her decision and that she’s chosen you. I guess I can tolerate you at family functions... the grudge is still there, though.

Something they are hiding from your muse:

I have nothing to hide.

Something they wish they could to tell your muse:

@simonmeadows