over the moon

the whole time she talked, holden’s eyes were trained on the unicorn on her cheek. he nodded along, not really looking at her, only half listening, “uh huh. our finger families can be neighbors. have barbecues and play frisbee,” his eyes found their way to hers finally and he grins. “cole’s sounds good, mind if i come with? i’ll buy you a drink,” he offers, “i’ve been really looking to be surrounded by warm strangers drinking a beer. like little penguins.”

“Buy me a drink? Well sure! I’d never turn that down. Unless you were Ted Bundy. No offense but I’d rather keep my limbs attached to my body.” She turned the corner, making her way to the door of the bar, licking her chapped lips. “Mm, kind of cool how they all huddle for warmth, huh? I think we should all start doing that. Fuck clothes and indoor heating, I want to be in a human penguin huddle.”

alexander had been sitting at a small little outside restaurant as he worked on some things. his laptop on some papers to make sure nothing flew away from him as he typed out an email. he traveled a lot for work and he was working on another thing to be going back and forth from home to the place. he leaned back on his chair, the pen in his hand as he chewed at the bottom of it before he felt his feet being pushed and his dogs that were chilling under his chair had started to run off to some person. he groaned and got up as he went for them. he caught both their leashes and whistled at them, getting them to calm down. “my bad. they really like people and one goes, the other follows.” he let out as he got the small pups to sit in front of him. @loganstarters​

Passing by on her way to work to pick up a check, Tuesday giant denim jacket fell below the hem of her plaid skirt, legs cold in the outside air. She leaned down to pet the dogs, ruffling hands through their fur with a giant grin on her face. “Nah, it’s cool. They’re sweet! You ever use them to pick up girls? Not that you look like you would. But they’re like, such a people magnet,” she joked, straightening up. “Having dogs automatically makes anyone cuter.”

unable to help the loud cackle that left her lips at the mention of chlamydia, she clamps a hand over her mouth to hide it before returning to the scene - she’d done plays in middle and high school, and fancied herself something of a professional actress, “the doctor said it’s a really aggressive bout. nothing’s working, they don’t know what to do. might have to just…you know…sew it shut.” a grimace made its way onto her face, sticking there until he was out of sight, at which point she threw her arms around tuesday once again. “my knight in shining armor. i’d rather you give me one than he does, y’know?” 

Tuesday burst into laughter, unable to help herself, grimacing at Juno’s statement, shaking her head. “Sew it shut... I’m gagging,” she stated, dramatically spinning around in her swivel stool on the bar, knocking her Converse against the wood of the bar. She leaned into Juno’s arms, giggling, brushing hair out of her face. “That’s so touching. I’d love to give you an STD. Think it would really bond us, y’know?” She joked, sipping her drink. “Where the hell did you find him?”

“i’m like, super fuckin’ high. can you repeat that?” holden muttered, hands shoved deep in his pockets and his hair a mess. weed made him paranoid, he never quite got the appeal, but when he was presented with the opportunity, he couldn’t say no - he didn’t have that kind of willpower. “too fuckin’ cold out, don’t you think?” probably his own fault, wearing a hoodie in a chicago winter was the most rookie mistake of them all, but he would never pass up on an opportunity to complain. “what’re you up to?”

whether the smudge in her bright red lipstick was from her hard drinking or her constant kissing, even juno didn’t know. when she’d left the house two hours ago, she’d been with a group, but she’d lost them somewhere along the line, instead ending up at what she could sometimes consider home base - cole’s. the arm of a mysterious boy draped around her waist, she was downing a rum and coke like her life depended on it - anything to distract from tall dark and smelly’s stories about his frat. he’d been there a minute too long, and short of faking a heart attack, she couldn’t think of any other exit strategy. until, that is, a new face walked into the bar, and she shouted out to them. “oh my god!” a perfect imitation of janice from friends, her only considerable talent, beckoning them to come over. “babe!” arms wrapping around them, she whispered in her unassuming friend’s ear, “please play along, he smells like he slapped a couple pieces of lunch meat in each pit. i’m dyin’.” 

When she was high, everything was funny to Tuesday. She had smoked a joint before arriving at the bar, lazy smile on her face as she slowly sipped on her beer, only half-listening to the girl sitting beside her as she drunkenly rambled about her asshole of a boyfriend. “And like, I told him that if he wants to talk to Kara then he can’t see me anymore. Like, who fucking does that?” The girl rambled. Tuesday had a talent for becoming every stranger’s best fiend, therapist, although now she was getting bored of the conversation, barely able to keep her attention on the girl’s whiny voice. When Juno approached her, it was a welcome distraction, the girl instantly snapping to attention, a soldier with a new mission. “Oh my god, it’s you! Babe! How’s the chlamydia?” She asked, the boy’s eyes growing wide as he removed his hand from Juno’s waist at that news. “Sorry, I’m gonna have to steal your girl. We’ve got a lot to discuss. Girl stuff, y’know? Might be best to scatter,” she told him, smile on her face barely holding back a chuckle as he excused himself. “Sorry about giving you an STD. Thought it would scare him off.”

[ taylor hill, 23, cis female, she/her] ━ hey, I just spotted [ tuesday hale ] in logan square. they’ve been here for [ 5 years ], and you can catch them working as a [ bartender at cole's ]. They remind me of [ pencil marks staining your hands, laughing when you feel like crying, kisses pressed into your cheeks ], and maybe that’s why they’re known to be [ kindhearted ] as well as [ despondent ]. ━ [ ooc: olive, 23, est, she/her ]

Zeke chuckled at the simile, nodding his head. “I can see it,” he said, unsure if that was a compliment but going with it anyway. Glancing over her shoulder toward the exit, he polished off his glass of whiskey, sliding it toward the end of the bar. “Sure,” he said, hand on her shoulder in an effort to turn her around. “I’m out of here soon, anyway. Place is dead and everyone in here looks like they’d try to play me out of ten grand.”