#ttk:start

If there's anything that Bonnie absolutely hated, it would be people coming in to the cafe minutes before closing time. It was already hellish ENOUGH to have to serve coffee-dependent college students with absurdly specific orders; how much more did they have to make her life a living (H E L L)?

Peyton wasn't too big on jewelry, but she quite liked rings. They stayed in place and they weren't too flashy--the rings for the Tie-the-Knot program fit the bill perfectly, she thought as she fiddled with the one given to her as a ' wedding gift. ' She'd stepped out of the venue to take a breather, wandering over to a quiet corner; she'd hoped to find a moment alone, only to find someone already hanging around the spot she'd been eyeing. "Oh, hello," she greeted awkwardly, not wanting to be rude. "Would you mind some company? They've started this conga line inside, and I'm not quite sure that I want to be part of it . . ."

she was late she was late she was LATE. avani couldn’t believe it. it was the first day of class. it was the first fucking class and she was already running five minutes late, and the fact she was quoting mulan to herself in her head was a problem in and of itself. of course, between ensuring she didn’t drop her laptop or her bag, balancing her coffee, and trying to remember how the end of the dishonour quote went, she wasn’t paying much attention to where she was going. one step, two step- t h u m p.

charlie lost ari. an uphill battle on day one and he kept rolling down and down. this was going to be difficult. letting out a sigh he walked around the event, until he sat outside away from people. sitting down he pulled out his flask from his jacket pocket and took a quick sip, he let the alcohol burn as and groaned unsure of what to do. they were friends once upon a time, and he almost wondered where it went wrong. but he realized their lives just moved in different directions. but he never understood the hate she had for him, mostly because he never had a dislike of her. he took another sip. he heard footsteps approach and he looked over, “hello?” he called out.

"Didn't I tell you this ice cream was divine? Best in Philadelphia." Apollo said a little too enthusiastically, still a bit miffed that he'd wounded up treating the other person to dessert. It was really on his own volition, actually, after he'd WRONGED them so grievously. (Well, according to them at least.) It was just a few extra dollars he could've saved--not something the other had to know, of course. "I don't suppose this means you forgive me?" he asked innocently. "Sweets usually seem to do the trick."

all gabe wanted was a quiet cigarette, but the campus wasn’t generally quiet at this time of day, and finding a corner to stand and smoke when every other person wanted to give you the evils for such a thing was next to impossible these days. he’d tried the whole vaping thing for about ten minutes, but it wasn’t the same to him - the feel of the cigarette between his fingers was half the comfort, as much as he hated it about himself. add to that his lighter wasn’t working, and gabe was starting to become pretty agitated. he could feel a pair of eyes on him and he scowled, not looking up as he tried his lighter again, to no avail. “you wanna take a fucking picture, or you wanna leave before i shove this down your throat?”