raising hell

“Just wish it wouldn’t happen when I’m tryin’ to stay on a very tight schedule,” she huffed, pulling her phone out to make sense of the fiasco. There may be no crying over spilled milk, but she was about to test the theory with red paint. “Would you mind? Giving me a ride, I mean, because I’m sure your shorts are real nice and all–.” For the sake of niceties, she left out the but, assuming the shorts were probably too short or too flashy, anything but Lyla’s normal approach to style. “I’d appreciate it.”

"I wouldn’t offer if I minded,” Ty assured with a shrug, heading toward her car and gesturing for Lyla to follow. “M’only bout a block over. S’not super far, but I guess it’s kinda far to walk with a stain on your dress. Uh.” She scratched her temple. “I don’t have a jacket or anythin’, considerin’. We could run for it. You up for runnin’?”

Portia dusted off her hands on her pants ridding her palms of ‘car dust’ is what she called it. “I can’t get the hood up on my car. It just stopped on me.”

"They got a little, like. Latch? Don’t they?” Ty came closer, pulling her phone out. “What kinda car do you have? I’ll look it up.”

“You want me to sing the Eminem part?” Javi asked in surprise, a small smile playing at his lips. “Tyla, that doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

"Duh. The entire thing is a bad idea. Ain’t that the whole point of karaoke?” Ty raised her eyebrows. “I said either part, though, so I think you want you to do the Eminem part.”

“Hey,” Max greeted Ty, giving her a slight nod. “Glad I could help. Hopefully you won’t need it again, right?” She checked the book back in, glancing back to the other woman, chuckling slightly. “Yeah, that would be me. You should come over some time– she’s talkin’ about getting a stripper pole. Y’know, for girls nights and stuff.”

"Knowin’ the DAR ladies ‘round here? Not likely that s’not gonna come up again, but I like the optimism.” Ty grinned, leaning onto on the counter. “Oh, for sure. Like, you couldn’t keep me away. Are you guys takin’ my advice and gettin’ it put in the middle of a table? I’ll be a little hurt if you’re not, but I’ll move on.”

“You don’t need to thank me, honestly, it’s my pleasure. Anything I can do to help.” He’d been working at the high school for years now and even Owen found himself overwhelmed on some occasions. “I know how it can get, it took me a while to find my footing. I still trip and stumble sometimes,” he joked lightheartedly, lifting his bag to place on top of the table. “Ah— well, in my professional opinion, I would advise against the shots. As a friend, however, I’d say whatever you need. Though, I would prefer if you’d eat something first. And I did come prepared,” he went on, pointing to the flask of coffee he’d brought with him, a small smile settling on his lips.

"Owen Heine, if I was a younger girl with daddy issues, I would be in love with you,” Ty said solemnly, making grabby hands for his flask. “I definitely don’t need shots. Like, I’m a grown up. I know that. But it really feels like the best solution here. If I don’t do shots, what am I gonna do? Grade papers? I’m a gym teacher.”

“Yeah– his jaw was way too sharp, like Joel Abernathy’s I swear to you sometimes I think he’s a marble scultpture that just came to life. I do know Daniel– he’s very cute.” Hazel laughed. “Now that you mention it we do got a lot of attractive people, not a bad problem to have though. Sometimes I swear Frostford just kinda exists in its own plane, y’know? Not a real town at all, it would explain a lot.” 

"Joel Abernathy -- god, I know s’not original, but he’s just Handsome Squidward and I don’t know how I’m s’posed to get past that. If Frostford isn’t real, his existence is definitely proof. Handsome Squidward can’t be just, like, found in nature.”

“I’m not saying he’s ugly. Objectively, sure, he’s a good looking guy. But I dunno. I guess I can’t get past the mustache look. Like, just the mustache, you know? Do you remember that?” She tilts her head in thought. “He kind of looks like one of Andrew’s friends. Easton, I think? Maybe Kai? I can’t remember.” She takes a bite of one of her mozzarella sticks. “Was I going to thank you?” She asks with a laugh.

"Yeah, I just don’t think ‘bout it. Like, I didn’t like it, but you can stave a mustache. S’not a big dealbreaker for me.” Ty shrugged, slowly creeping her hand toward Mel’s mozzarella sticks. “I barely know who Andrew is. You can’t think m’gonna know an Easton. I would never go out of my way to remember an Easton. That’s just a compass direction with extra letters. Pass.”

“Oh so you let me kiss you, huh?” She tilted her head to the side, eyebrows scrunched together for a moment. A smirk cross her lips, face returning to normal before adding, “In my opinion, you bringing up kissing me again just means that you want to. It’s okay to admit. I won’t judge, Ty.” 

"Whoa, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Don’t put your cart before the horse. M’just tryin’ to get the books balanced here. I feel like I can’t owe you money when you owe me money, so I guess we’re just even now... Equal now? Equality. Happy Pride!”

“I haven’t!” Lexa said with a small gasp. “I feel like I need to look it up now.” She said before her face lit up “I can drink any time you are correct. Although I might end up wasted but oh well I guess.” She shrugged with a smile. “I am almost positive, yes. I heard something about a new guy in town. Apparntly real nice, I’m hoping this one works out for her. Its hard not to root for the girl.”

"It’s literally called Tequilawine, the first song -- different than Josslyn, don’t know if I was super clear ‘bout that. Y’know, I don’t even know if she’s legal drinkin’ age? Not that it matters. S’not like any of us waited ‘til 21, right?” Ty snorted, screwing the corkscrew into the cork. “God, yeah, she needs a fuckin’ win. Okay, Lyla Donohue -- I just know she’s mean to cashiers. Like, I know she’s only Superwoman an’ all, but there’s no way she’s allowed to, like. Buy the napkins.”

“You say square jaw and I just picture that guy from Shrek,” she snorted and tried to picture who she was talking about. “Guess when you get in this animated stage I always just think you’re bitchin’ about someone.”

“Prince Charming? He’s also, like, kinda hot, but that’s a different conversation. She’s uh -- she’s friends with Daniel, m’pretty sure? You know Daniel? He’s also hot. I feel like people shouldn’t be this hot in this town. Somethin’s gotta be in the water, right? Like, I really gotta look to find someone cute in Mobile.”

“Why would I be fuckin’ with you?” He asks, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t see how my opinions on Bigfoot are any of your business. I’m not tellin’ you I believe in Bigfoot. Why don’t you just fuckin’ admit that you believe  in Bigfoot, huh?”

"’Cause that’s not, like, my bit. My thing is, like. I don’t know. Talkin’ a lot. Ask me anythin’ ‘bout my coworkers and if I clam up, s’weird. Like, we know I have opinions on Owen Heine. I would never deny you them. This is just cruel.”

It took Lyla a second to process the situation, but the second it hit her, she was twirling around to see the blotch of red on her white cotton dress. “Thank you,” she stated, because if that had been the issued, she’d hope someone would be kind enough to discreetly pull her aside, but no. This was just a side effect of a bigger issue. “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” she huffed out. She’d need five Tide pens for this. “I was helpin’ to paint a couple of the new planter boxes outside of the Legion and – this is just wonderful.”

"Hey, s’okay. Happens to the best of us. I have some shorts in my trunk you can borrow, no problem. You could probably tuck the dress in? Or maybe tie it up? Or I guess, uh --” Ty scratched the back of her head. “I also just have my car. I get drive you to your place real fast so you can change. M’not doin’ anything real urgent.”

“Well, jeez, I know it’s Alabama but is it always thing dang hot??” (( @frostfordstart ))

"Nope. Sometimes it’s even hotter. S’a great welcome to town, isn’t it? Where ya from?”

open / location: literally ANYWHERE 

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“It’s not raining so unless God opened the heavens and you’ve been struck by lightening and paralyzed, can you not just stand there and help me.”

"I sure could,” Ty acknowledged with a nod. “In fact, I’d be happy to. M’pretty benevolent like that. It might help if you gave some specifics, though.”

“I have no actual reasoning behind the glitter other than I woke up like this and the glue won’t come off, but you have to admit, it looks damn good.” Zach chuckled and let the light catch the glitter and gemstones on his face. “Word of advice though, be careful how much you drink because you may wake up in a bar in a different town.”

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"It looks pretty good,” Ty admitted, grinning. “M’kinda jealous, honestly, but I also think you’re skippin’ over the best parts of this story. Do you know how you got there? What’s the last thing you remember? How far was the town? Was the bar themed? Lots of important details missin’.”

Cara wasn’t usually one for being a beacon of smiles or sunshine around Frostford. Catching her looking like she was enjoying herself was a rarity so she forced her smile away the minute she was caught eating at Custard’s. “I swear, if you tell anyone you saw me here lookin’ like a kid in a candy store, you better tell ‘em it’s cause I was here and this stuff is too good to be mean about.” @frostfordstart 

"M’not exactly real tuned into the hot frozen custard gossip circles, so I think you’re safe,” Ty assured, eyebrows raised. “Anything other candy secrets you want me to keep? I’m all ears. We can trade, even. Here’s mine, and I really do mean this, like I’m not doin’ an elaborate bit here: I think lemon Starbusts are the best ones.”

“it’s pride month which means everyone owes me at least a $20 donation for keeping things interesting around here so… where’s your payment?” she asked, deadpan serious for a few moments before cracking a laugh to show she was clearly joking. ( @frostfordstart​ )

“You actually owe me $20 for letting you kiss me, remember that? Also another $20 if you wanna do it again, but we could just break even if that’s easier for you.” Ty grinned, then held up a hand to stop Natzeli from responding before she was done. “That’s a joke, not an invitation. I’m bullying you. Respond accordingly.”