#sororsam

       ❝  okay,  no,  think  about  it.  ❞  he  pops  another  jolly  rancher  in  his  mouth.  -----  what  is  this?  the  fourth  one?  maybe  he  has  a  problem.  anyway,  ❝  so  superheroes  are  like  a  bit  overdone  at  this  point  because  superheroes  don’t  really  have  an  end  storyline.  there’s  always  gonna  be  villains  and  a  need  to  save  the  world  so  they  can  beat  that  dead  horse  for  a  long  time.  but  horror  superheroes  ----  that’s  what  we  need  to  do.  ❞  he  nods, ❝  ‘cause  there’s  so  much  shit  they  could  do.  ❞

                      the bell above the door jingles as charlie pushes the door open.   some faces turn to get a look at her,   hidden partially by their glasses.   they soon return to their business.   she takes a seat at the bar,   looking rather uncomfortable.   it was very different from france.   she felt somewhat overwhelmed by the english that overlapped one another.   though,   her english had improved quite a bit already since she got to america.   as the bartender makes her way to charlie,   a smile cracks to her lips.    ❛    hi,    ❜    she says,   tone awkward as ever.

       “HEY, YOU.”  THE beginnings of a smile are hidden behind their mug, dull blues glimmering with something that might be considered contentness.  “there’s coffee left if you want some, but it’s the new christmas blend.  don’t know if you’ll like it, but it’s worth an effort, right.”  there’s a soft laugh, flash of teeth catching the early morning light.  // @sororsam liked.

       lee's  not  a  big  drinker,  he's  not  a drinker  at  all  actually.  very  rarely  will  he  even  have  those  12%  alcohol  juice-boxes.  so  when  he  sits  at  the  bar  and  taps  his  fist  against  the  counter top,  he  already  knows  he's  not  actually  drinking.  he  just  needs  to  kill  some  time  before  he  has  to  go  back  to  set.  ❝  you  guys  have  coke  here?  or  pepsi?  ❞

@sororsam // ( sc ! )

Sweetest thing someone has done to accommodate me? Alex goes to her parents house in Florida every Christmas, the thought of her being there is a huge change for me that I have yet to get used to. So my lovely lil muffin found a solution to accommodate me and decided to take a day off last year and make our own little Christmas day on the 20th of December. And to add to this she took her day off the very day we admitted we liked each other almost three years ago now ( jesus take the wheel !! ) - i mean who can say their gf did that for them? it’s the cutest shit i’ve ever had someone do for me :) 

What are you talking about Tara you have your very own Alana and I know because mine is the weird twin.

                        He has ( of course ) been drinking most of the day. From dusk to dawn a bottle or glass has been in arms reach, if it ever got that far to begin with. He wasn’t thinking about what could or would happen when he tossed a man out of the little bar, he wasn’t thinking of the girl behind the counter, he was just thinking of himself, and of the man standing between him and another drink. The games are closing in, a terrifying idea in itself, but for VICTORS, the ones who didn’t train for it, who didn’t choose to go into the arena : it’s a reminder, a twitch in the back of his mind towards things he would rather forget. A hand moves to his torso, dull nails scratch at his stomach and he has to cover a wince, leaning closer to the bar between them, he sets his glass down, and slides it towards her. “One on the house, and we'll call it even.”