𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔢𝔱?

“—huh? What do you mean it’s not yet Christmas?” Kari asked as she held her 6th bottle of beer. “Everyday is Christmas. Christmas lives in us. There have been studies about Christmas being everyday. You can’t contradict that. And no, I’m not drunk.” @wellcliffstarters​

“word to the wise…while the themed drink ‘the dick sucker’ might sound appealing…it’s fucking nasty. i can taste the rainbow and it’s not…great.” despite himself he, took another sip, making a face before handing it to the other, “here. wanna try?” he plucked a straw and placed it in the drink. june was easily his favorite month of year. pride was his favorite. the only time he seemed to really let loose. 

@wellcliffstarters​

     bash has been smoke free for four years but the stress of everything lately has has decided to flip a huge metaphorical bird at his respiratory system. finally lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag, he can’t even savour it as he sighs out of annoyance. “i will literally flick the ash of this at you if you try to annoy me.” a hollow threat but one nonetheless. @thgould​

        teddy knows he has a reputation in wellcliff, his inability to have healthy relationships, his constant bed hopping, a wrap sheet taller than he is and he’s 6′2′’. but he has accepted it entirely now, he’s a flaming dumpster fire but at least he’s a fun one. so, upon spotting thalia a lightbulb goes off and he smirks. taking her hand he pulls her close and smirks. “you got a babysitter for tonight? cause i’m thinking you, me and clubbing. you in?” @thgould​

           “okay, thal, you queen, you strong single mom, you comedic genius, and independent woman extraordinaire… we gotta talk!” chuck throws her hands out beside her before turning to grab a chair so she can sit opposite the other. “we gotta come up with some sorta code, hand signal, safe word or something because i did not expect your brother to be in when i went to babysit.” running a hand through unruly bleach blonde locks, she wiggles in her seat. “like, i love lucy, i love babysitting lucy. but walking in to my ex- you know-” she makes a face that hopefully translates. @thgould​

INSIDE THALIA’S CLOSET 

Location: Hot Dog Stand, The Boardwalk Status: Open

“You’d think someone would have brought corndogs around here,” he said, looking at the hot dog stand. For some reason, he thought back to a trip to the Santa Monica Pier, something that took place when he was about thirteen and his dad had thought that a road trip to Los Angeles would be a good time. There was an old corn dog stand somewhere at Venice Beach that his father had insisted on visiting. “But I guess… people aren’t into corndogs here?”

        chuck slides herself onto the floor, trying to lure a seal over. though her drunken beckoning isn’t exactly working. “come on, buddy, pal, my grey blub, come here!” she claps her hands before laughing, giving up for now and rolling onto her back. blue eyes blink a couple of times before spotting thalia and grinning. “hey! if it ain’t my fave mamma of wellcliff, how’s it going, hot mama! wait- you free? i’m trying to get this seal to come over and it won’t like- lemme love you dude!” @thgould​ 

      “they’ve got pills for that you should try them.” bash regrets leaving his office. he could easily use the coffee machine there but it always produces sludge that not even the stray dog that wanders the place will touch. taking another sip of his coffee he wonders if he could outrun thalia. he doesn’t doubt she’d simply go after him to continue boiling his blood but he might make it harder for him if he throws running into it. his body aches enough from lifting crates all day he doesn’t need to add running to it. “creamer and sugar cost extra.” he shrugs like that’s answer enough. 

stacy feels the beer slosh and spill over onto her fingers. she starts chasing after thalia, her mellow attitude feeling interrupted. “dude, i’m super duper sorry, i was trying to keep an eye on her and the next thing i know she was, like, gone,” stacy is looking, too. her eyes wandering back and forth between wellcliff residents she can barely recognize in her slight panic. if she were the reason a little girl got lost she’d never forgive herself. “i, like, totes didn’t mean for her to slip away… i didn’t know she would actually be slippery! i thought it was gonna be an easy job, dude.” stacy sighs with relief when lucy is found standing near hobart. “little dude, you can’t just run off like that, it scared me bad, man!” stacy wags her finger at the child. “i’m, like, so, so, so sorry! could you ever forgive me?” her eyelashes batting.

Nodding, Emmett looks over at the person who was calling out about the song. “I know!!” he taps his foot along to the music, far too uncoordinated to even attempt to dance. He would need a few more beers before that would happen. “Of course!” The man replies, holding out his arms to take the child into his own. “Oh yeah, you definitely gotta try some. It’s pretty good!” he holds up his cup to show that he had some before turning to Thalia’s daughter and making a funny face at her. 

“a walnut’s pretty big, i’m just glad you didn’t say a pea,” he makes a circle with his index finger and thumb to show the difference in sizing between the aforementioned foods. “i’d like to think mine’s about the size of a tomato, but not the cherry ones. the good ones you can make a great al fresco pasta sauce with.” he puts his hands together now to show the shape he’s talking about. he laughs at her ‘sexy’ individual comment, his hands coming up in a surrendering motion. “you’re attractive and have a walnut brain? i’m sure you have plenty of people crawling at your feet. you could have your pick of the bunch,” honestly, thalia is very attractive, but tejay rarely has a moment to himself these days, let alone enough time for a date. “i can’t imagine why they wouldn’t want to become famous through one of your jokes. if i were dating a comedian, i’d love to hear what they have to say about me,” he had to be ready to take criticisms, jokes, and a host of other comments the world flung at him. he couldn’t see the harm in a comedian talking about him on stage. tejay tries to think of the probability of several people in wellcliff having risky encounters at a halloween party almost 5 years ago. did he do that math right? lucy was almost four, which means approximately nine months earlier she was conceived. “were you in town five years ago?” he asks with widened eyes. “it’s funny, i had a similar encounter at a halloween party a few years ago. costumes… the whole deal… i think the woman was dressed as a ghost,” he’s not so subtly trying to hint at the fact that things are starting to add up. “i’m definitely a lover of all things planned… so, like i said, thirty-five at least.”

noah rolled his eyes jokingly, unable to actually keep a straight face as he took lucy’s hand. he never minded watching the girl, even if it was during the bonfire. exceptions were always made for a momma that needed a break. “live your dreams, thal. hydrate or die-drate, right?” he joked as he spun lucy around, the little girl laughing as they headed towards the punch.  “plus, we all know she’s the real life of the party.”

“you’ve got to have at least a tiny bit of brain in there to be able to crack wise jokes,” he shrugs, taking a sip from his drink. tejay was glad thalia was able to hold a conversation that didn’t result in either talking about the stick up his ass, yelling at him for political reasons, or trying to lead him into shenanigans. when she asks if he was hitting on her, it catches him off guard. he definitely didn’t mean to hit on her, he’s just a curious person, but he can totally see how it came off that way. “i’m just wondering about it. i don’t think i’ve heard a significant other come up in your shows at sparky’s,” he laughs it off, listening to her explanation of the missing dad. “where’d he go? men can’t just disappear into thin air, right? or, is that too personal for you after knowing me for a total sum of twenty minutes,” he tries to recall the length of their last conversation and he figures it was short enough that they really don’t know each other. “do you have the battle scars to prove it?” he quips, looking back down at lucy. “look at her, she seems harmless, aren’t you little lady?” he asks, watching as lucy nods her head. “how old are you? because i’m planning to wait until at least thirty-five to start considering any kids. i’d also need someone to have a kid with first.”

“great, great,” stacy responds, letting the little girl take her hand. it’s actually very sweet how lucy lifts her little hand into stacy’s bigger one. “slippery? like, literally? what’s that supposed to mean,” she can feel the limit of her panicking taking a hold on her. she quickly calms down, her gaze directed to the child the whole time they walk over to the drink table. “i’ll just take a beer, please,” she’s got eagle eyes on the kid “i’m not fancy or anything.” stacy takes her eyes of lucy for a moment to see what brands of beer they have and she feels the little hand drop from hers. when she looks back down for the toddler, lucy is gone. “shit, shit, shit,” she whispers, looking around the area. “i, like, don’t mean to alarm you or whatever, but it looks like the baby has made a run for it.”

stacy can’t help but overhear the young mother having a blast at the bonfire. the surfer can vibe with that energy and she calls back to the woman, “it certainly does!” her whole body wiggling and bouncing to the beat. when she’s asked to hold a child, stacy’s not sure at first, she carefully eyes the little girl. “uh, i don’t really mind… but, can i, like, follow you to make sure i don’t drop her or whatever. i’ve never really had to hold a baby before.” stacy was an only child and she didn’t have a lot of love for babies of any family. she could do one favor, though.