#wellcliffstart

stacy stands in the beach parking lot, sopping wet with her hair sticking to her neck, shivering with her mouth agape. it’s the first time she’s gone out on the waves all summer and of course something unlucky happened to her, she should have read her cards this morning and known to stay away from surfing. her bike lock was broken by some bolt cutters, and the bike itself is now missing. stacy let’s out a calm deep breath before looking around for the nearest beachgoer, “did you, like, see anyone take a teal cruiser bike?”

tejay is in between meetings and admiring the nature just outside of town hall. with a peanut butter jelly sandwich in hand and a grin on his face he feels like a winner. something catches his eye, the sight of a little bird pecking at the ground, he takes pity by tearing off a bit of bread and tossing it to the bird. “here you go, little guy. try not to go too crazy,” he whispers, whipping his head around to make sure nobody saw this small moment of softness.

Sonny had just finished up a long night of dj’ing. It was early in the morning, though the sun had already risen, and he squinted behind his dark sunglasses, too stupid to turn his backwards hat around to help block out the sun. He was still a little drunk from his nighttime activities, but for the most part he’d sobered up - well, enough to walk himself home, anyway. Before getting all the way home, though, he stopped on the sidewalk and moved to lean against the building he stood in front of, digging in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. After retrieving one and placing it between his lips, he patted his pockets in search of his lighter but couldn’t find one, almost certain that he’d given it to someone during the night. “Fuck me, goddammit.” He muttered under his breath. Removing the cigarette from his lips, he looked around before calling to the person walking down the sidewalk, “Hey - excuse me. Do you have a lighter by any chance?” @wellcliffstarters​

a long day at work is rewarded with a blt sub and a coke , his best friend at his side ( his rescue from the shelter ) in a lot of ways max and antonio were a lot alike . they both had been beaten down to the point they wanted to quit but yet they were both standing tall. seeing the massive dog race to the other , he followed suit ❝ i’m sorry . i promise he’s gentle .  ❞ he calls for the dog and the great dane returns to his side ❝  you alright ? ❞

it wasn’t anything new that julian would be running at night . his sleep schedule wasn’t the best and he was on call every night of the week , only leaving to go for a run as he was doing right now. his heart beat matching his breaths, the music in his air pods match with every strode that he takes, his mind is elsewhere until he feel the clash of his body with someone else’s . grabbing them by their forearm he holds them steady ❝ hey --- you okay ? ❞

After her morning at the studio, Ruby was getting ready to head out and go about her day. It was mid afternoon by now, her radio show having just gone off the air about thirty minutes ago, and she’d taken her time saying goodbye to her coworkers before walking out the door. She loved her job more than anything in the world, getting to co-host a show on her favorite station, the one she’d listened to since she moved to Wellcliff as a teenager. It always seemed to good to be true, but that was her life and she was thankful for it. 

There’s a long list of things Aidan loves about her job at Sparky’s--the laidback environment, picking up on all the town gossip, getting to give entitled drunk men a piece of her mind when necessary--the list goes on. But probably her favorite thing is getting the cooks to give her baskets of delicious, perfectly golden french fries to eat behind the bar practically every shift. It may seem like a small thing, but she’s tried many a french fry in her day, and none of them compare to Sparky’s. It’s a weekday and still pretty early, so the bar is slow except for a few regulars who are already taken care of, and Aidan finds herself munching on the fried delicacy while queueing up some songs for the night. She’s so distracted by the taste and the music that she doesn’t realize the person walking into the bar until they’re seated right in front of her. “Oh sh--,” the bartender starts, swallowing and standing up straight from her position leaning against the bar. “Sorry, didn’t hear you come in.” She chuckles to herself and runs a hand through her short hair. “Can I get you started with something? I can definitely recommend the fries.” 

// @wellcliffstarters​ | 5pm @ the bonfire