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CLOSED !Ā Ā starter for @upthathillsāā
will liked helping his mother out at the general store; even though he already had a gig at the arcade, he found it soothing to restock the shelves and organize them how he saw fit. it also made her feel more secure, knowing his whereabouts, even though they lived together and he made sure he came home every night ā not that he had too many other places to be, anyway. as he lifted himself off his knees, carrying a crate full of colored paper that belonged in the craft section, he noticed ahead of fiery red hair bobbing over the shelves and his eyebrows pinched together before he began following it.Ā āmax?ā he said.Ā āhey. what are you here for? anything i can help with?ā
THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS had been like the beginning of a nightmare, one that max already lived and almost didnāt make it through. though during daylight she would convince herself veronica had just packed her bags and left this fucking helltown, max couldnāt stop thinking about him during the night, his voice seeping through every thought, every memory⦠which is probably why she was standing in front of the liquor aisle, one bottle of evan williams in her hands, eyebags almost as dark as her maroon shirt. āwill!ā she turned around slowly, feeling somewhat caught. āoh, you know, just shopping for essentials. i might set fire to something later.ā and there she went, deflecting again, with a sardonic smile and a shrug. might drink yourself to dead just like your mom is trying to, said a voice in the back of her mind. at least it was her own.
ā closed starter forĀ MAX MAYFIELDĀ (Ā @upthathills )
The Hideaway isn't exactly one of her favorite places but she did enjoy coming around every once in awhile. Spotting the reason for her visit, her only reason as she passes by drunken rambling and the heady aroma of cigarette smoke. " Excuse me, bartender, I would like one beer please. " Calling out over the shiny countertop of the bar, seating herself on the edge of the barstool. Her chin is held in her propped up hand as she lulls with nonchalance and a hint of humor on the corner of her lips. " Actually I hear your ' liquor ' is very good. I will have one of those please. " El jokes as she eyes her best friend before she places a paper bag on the counter.
ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE capable of bringing a genuine, unrestrained smile to maxās lips was eleven. even in the crowded, dim light atmosphere of the hideaway, her presence was like a lighthouse. āare you sure you can handle my liquor?ā she teased, turning her attention completely towards el and hoping the other bartender could handle their own for a while. āiām honestly surprised hopper is even letting you out with all the shit thatās going down. not that you should listen to what anyone says, anyway.ā she leaned on the counter, eyeing the paper pag suspiciously. āwhatās that?ā
LOCATION: the hideout. CLOSED TO: max mayfield ( @upthathillsā ).
ā ā LAST CALL! bar'sĀ closing in five."Ā
THE CLINKING SOUND of glasses being shoveled into the shelves over head were mixed with the dull radio. the deranged blaringĀ of ozzyās voice flooded to even the back of the bar while loose strands of curls that werenāt tied up in an elastic bobbed to the rhythm. rounded eyes scanned the last bit of patrons, most of them trashed beyond their means as they readied to close out their tabs for the evening. eddieās gaze shifted over to the auburn hair that fell along her shoulders, smirking to himself as he tossed the towel he was using to dry the clean glasses over his shoulder. āhard to believe that little red is moving up the ladder,ā he teased. it was gentle, most of the time he was despite the rumors that he was some sadistic maniac. the soft side to the metal head came out primarilyĀ to those he knew well enough ā max happened to fall under that category.Ā
āWHEN DID YOU get so old and wise? you can buy alcohol now, serve it ā better than me, might i say.ā there it was again. the flash of a toothy grin before it was tucked away behind reserved lips. "still canāt get you to join hellfire though. iām still working on my best sales pitch justĀ for you."Ā
MAX DESPISED MANY THINGS, but closing time at the hideout was a special kind of damnation. always filled with people who drank one too many beers, and always brimming with sticky substances to clean from the floor and tables. thankfully, the person she was sharing her shift with was not a complete asshole. in fact, one might even say max was fond of eddie munson, though fighting interdimensional creatures with someone tends to be a foolproof bonding experience. āoh yes, iām slowly becoming hawkinās best bartender slash waitress slash bathroom cleaner. what else could a girl want in life?āĀ
she pushed a glass of beer towards her last costumer, and her face twisted into a grimace as she started to wipe the bar. when had she become a grown up? she felt so old at times, like her childhood was a million years ago, in the sunny california beaches she used to love so much. and yet, the desire to curl up like a terrified child was still there every goddamn night. instead of trying to put all of that into a satisfying ā and not concerning ā answer, max shrugged.
āitās gotta be a hell of a pitch to convince me to join your nerd club.ā she said, throwing her cleaning rag at eddieās direction. perhaps a couple of years ago the words would be cutting, but now the teasing was lighthearted, accompanied by a smile.Ā
dustinĀ neverĀ wentĀ toĀ anyĀ coolĀ partiesĀ inĀ highĀ schoolĀ ,Ā andĀ heĀ definitelyĀ neverĀ threwĀ oneĀ himselfĀ ,Ā mostlyĀ becauseĀ hisĀ momĀ neverĀ wouldĀ haveĀ letĀ him.Ā plusĀ heĀ alwaysĀ hadĀ biggerĀ fishĀ toĀ fryĀ āĀ likeĀ helpingĀ hisĀ bestĀ friendsĀ saveĀ theĀ goddamnĀ worldĀ fromĀ evilĀ interdimensionalĀ monsters. Ā
nowĀ ,Ā thoughĀ ,Ā heĀ hadĀ hisĀ ownĀ house.Ā it was small and didn't have much furniture yet but it was his. soĀ heĀ couldĀ doĀ whateverĀ theĀ hellĀ heĀ wanted.Ā andĀ tonightĀ ,Ā heĀ wantedĀ toĀ drinkĀ tooĀ muchĀ orĀ doĀ drugsĀ forĀ theĀ firstĀ timeĀ orĀ ,Ā betterĀ yetĀ ,Ā bothĀ ofĀ thoseĀ thingsĀ !Ā perhapsĀ he was just looking forĀ aĀ distractionĀ fromĀ theĀ anxietyĀ andĀ uneasinessĀ thatĀ hadĀ beenĀ rushingĀ throughĀ himĀ recently , but he would never admit that to anyone.
regardlessĀ ,Ā heĀ proppedĀ hisĀ frontĀ doorĀ openĀ āĀ soĀ peopleĀ couldĀ comeĀ andĀ goĀ asĀ theyĀ pleasedĀ āĀ andĀ madeĀ aĀ beelineĀ forĀ theĀ drinksĀ heādĀ linedĀ upĀ onĀ hisĀ kitchenĀ counter.Ā heĀ gaveĀ himselfĀ permissionĀ toĀ mixĀ aĀ bunchĀ ofĀ random shitĀ togetherĀ withoutĀ evenĀ readingĀ anyĀ of the labelsĀ andĀ tookĀ aĀ long sip.Ā itĀ tastedĀ likeĀ heādĀ mixedĀ allĀ theĀ cleaningĀ suppliesĀ his mother forced him to purchase ( though he knew he definitely wouldn't use them very often )Ā ;Ā itĀ feltĀ likeĀ heĀ wasĀ drinkingĀ bleach.Ā heĀ lookedĀ upĀ ,Ā gaggingĀ ,Ā rightĀ asĀ someoneĀ enteredĀ hisĀ house.Ā they were early. just great.Ā āĀ uhĀ ,Ā hey , doesĀ allĀ alcoholĀ tasteĀ likeĀ shitĀ ?Ā orĀ isĀ itĀ justĀ badĀ becauseĀ iĀ mixedĀ themĀ allĀ togetherĀ ?Ā āĀ he forced to laugh. even thoughĀ he feltĀ likeĀ theĀ dumbĀ kidĀ whoĀ combinedĀ allĀ theĀ softĀ drinksĀ togetherĀ atĀ aĀ gasĀ station , he sniffed his drink before taking another ( smaller ) sip , fighting back a grimace.
MAX WAS, for the most part, content in being a black sheep. she didnāt go to parties, she didnāt dance, and she most definitely didnāt mingle. the only way she got drunk was with a bottle of cheap whisky, completely alone in her kitchen, a perfect reflection of her own mother. but this was not a random party thrown by an asshole. it was dustinās party. and so, against her own volition, max had to go, even if just to make sure none of her friends would get into too much trouble.Ā
and trouble definitely seemed what dustin was up to as soon as she entered his kitchen. ājesus henderson, do you wanna have the worst hangover of your life?ā she rolled her eyes. to anyone else the bitting tone might indicate annoyance, but there was clear fondness in the way maxās lips quirked with amusement. āgive me that.ā she threw the concoction down the drain with no remorse before putting a rum and coke together. the motion was almost mechanical by now, with all her nights spent working at the hideaway. āit might still taste like shit but at least we will not taking you to the hospital tonight. seriously. i refuse to be the driver if anyone passes out.āĀ

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"Just sayin', the party isn't gonna really start until you take a shot with me," Jolene speaks, filling up two shots glasses rather full with cheap tequila she had brought with her to the party. The girl never paid too much for her booze, the way she saw it, any kind got you loose at the end of the night anyways. "I've always heard tequila makes everyone a better dancer, even with this shitty music playing right now," she giggles.
āI DONāT DANCE.ā was maxās only comment, though she took the shot without putting up a fight, in one smooth motion. the burn was barely an afterthought. ādonāt worry, iām sure someone will get tired of dustinās party mix in a couple of minutes and manage to change it.ā max almost wanted to defend her friendās music taste in front of the other girl, but she couldnāt. maybe after a couple more drinks.