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Jackson had a night full of nothing but smoking with Serge and the gang, and was feeling the effects of it this morning. Not wanting to chase a marijuana hangover with a bottle of tequila like his brother had suggested, he instead when to Wake the dead to get a very strong cup of coffee and something to eat while he filled stock orders for the bar.

He was just in the middle of filling out a flyer for their next musical guest when a familiar red head sat herself down across from him at his table. Looking up from his laptop, he raised an eyebrow. “If you have to ask how much is too much, it’s definitely too much.” He shook his head. “Want some of my coffee?”

Novalene sighed heavily and ran her hand through her hair. “I thought so but I was holding out hope that at least half the bottle wouldn’t be too much.” She joked, shaking her head at herself. Making a mental note to never drink past her limit again since this would be the result. “Yeah I think that’s probably help.” She nodded, picking up the cup and taking a drink. “What are you up to?” Novalene asked, tapping the back of his laptop.

#jackson

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During the week things had been going pretty well for Novalene. Her mood had been staying consistent and the red head was lucky anytime it did. Today though she happened to be nursing a hangover worse than some of her other ones. But in retrospect it was her fault for getting as drunk as she did and not drinking any water or anything. It wasn’t usual to find her in a bar but she had decided to have some fun and it backfired on her.

Figuring coffee might do her some good, Novalene finally pulled herself out of bed. Taking two aspirin and tossing the bottle into her purse before she walked out of the door. Upon walking into Wake the Dead, she saw a familiar face and sat down. “I think I might need to take a whole bottle of aspirin to get rid of this hangover. How many can you take before it’s too much?” She asked, resting her head on her hand.

#wsstarter #feel free to assume connections #// i fail at starters so much

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Novalene had ran out quickly to grab a bite to eat but upon walking in she figured out it probably wouldn’t go as quick as she wanted it to. There were a lot of people in Wake the Dead, it was as though there was a billboard in the middle of town that told everyone to go on this specific day. Heaving a deep sigh, Novalene managed to find a seat. “That’s okay.” The red head said in regards to the apology and looked around again for a second. “I’m kind of afraid to order anything you look busy enough as it is. Did everyone decide to quit on probably the biggest day of the year?” She joked for a second. “I could help out if you want. Maybe go around and take some orders.”

Kali was running around like a crazy person, the restaurant was packed with the morning rush and two waitresses not showing up for their shift. Carrying a tray full of food, the brunette slowed once she came to the table, setting each meal in front of the person who ordered, a friendly smile on her face. “Enjoy your meal, let me know if you need anything at all.” She told the guests sweetly as she walked away, picking up the ringing phone on her hip, “Wake the Dead, this is Kali.” The barista answered, though today she was more of a barista, hostess, waitress and cashier. Hearing the voice on the other line as she walked back behind the counter made her eyes roll, “I already am covering your shift, and Ellie’s” she huffed, “no Jen, the appropriate time to call in is before your shift starts not three hours into it..”  Kali mumbled, hearing the door open, the little bell at the top letting her know another customer had arrived, “I can’t get into this right now, I’m busy since you and Ellie decided to completely screw me.. and just so we’re clear, I wasn’t born yesterday, I heard about your road trip to the city so I hope it’s worth it because you probably won’t have a job when you get back.” The twenty four year old snipped, hanging the phone up before slamming it on the counter. “Sorry about the wait,” she began, her voice going from annoyed to chipper quickly as she turned around, coming face to face with a familiar person, “oh hey,” she grinned, “what can I get for you this morning?” 

#kali

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It had been a pretty shitty day for Novalene as she had to go to work while nursing a hangover from staying out at a bar way later than she should have. She’d thought about calling in sick but there was no replacement for her. So instead she went through the day with her head glued to her desk except for when someone walked in and her chipper attitude had to come through. Thankfully now she was off of work and free to hangout with her bed, pillow, ice cream, and whatever she could find on tv. As she was walking home she heard a voice call out her and she turned around walking towards the girl. “No I don’t mind. Are you new here? That was a stupid question. I’d probably at least recognize you a little bit since I’ve lived here for forever. Plus the whole accent.” Novalene laughed finally getting herself to shut up. “I’m Novalene, I just go by Nova though. What’s your name?”

The last of the proof of the fourth of July’s festivities littered the streets. Cigarette butts, beer bottles, cups and confetti rolled along the sidewalks, glinting in the sunlight. With a huff and a long, loud groan, a bus announced its arrival, crushing some of the plastic that had had the misfortune of falling into the vehicle’s path. A series of squeaks accompanied the opening doors, the sounds piercing the air like a bird squawking madly. First off the bus was an elderly couple, the man carefully holding his wife’s hand as he helped her down the last step. Then came a mother and her children- two boys and one girl. She scolded their prior ruckus during the journey and then dragged them off towards their next destination. Finally, Hazel climbed down the steps and stood in the middle of the stop. She quietly thanked the driver as the doors began to close. The bus rumbled off along the road, rounding a corner and disappearing from view. 

“Right,” Hazel breathed, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, the rest of it having been tied up in a messy bun atop her head. She shrugged her backpack off, leaving it before her feet as she removed her jacket and tied it around her waist. Then, the brunette crouched down, searching for the town map she’d picked up on the way to Woodstock. Much to her despair, the young woman found that she’d forgotten it on the bus, only then remembering that she’d studied it for hours, and had then proceeded to fall asleep for the rest of the way. A heavy sigh deflated her lips; Hazel’s shoulders slumped miserably as she zipped her backpack up, hoisted it over her shoulder and looked around. Finally, her gaze met someone else’s. 

“‘Scuse me,” the Brummie girl called out, her accent making her feel even more out of place than she really was, “sorry. Um… Would you mind givin’ us an ‘and, please?”

#hazel

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Novalene had been walking around for the past hour occasionally stopping to chat with people she knew. For the most part the event was nothing but a great time. While walking she felt someone grab her hand. A second passed before she said anything. “Oh uh it’s alright. I get how that can be.” She laughed. “I’m Novalene, but that’s a mouthful so you can just call me Nova. And yeah, I’d love a beer.”

“Shit” Poppy whispered under her breath as she turned her head around over her shoulder and snapped it back quickly. With the whole celebration, people had certainly been drinking too much, especially one particular man, and it was getting downright annoying. He had seen her at the bakery and bought a dozen cupcakes just to keep the conversation going, which Poppy did, politely, but the moment she was out of the store when her shift was done, he was there again, offering to buy her a drink. She declined, again, and started walking towards where everyone was gathered, but he pursued her. She didn’t know what to do, so in the moment she saw he was getting closer, the brunette linked hands with a complete stranger, pulling herself closer to the person and smiling “Hey sweetie, I’ve been looking all over for you!” She spoke, in a rather high voice, so that the man could hear. The plan worked, like a charm, because the bearded man saw her, and turned to walk the opposite way. Taking a deep breath, she sighed in peace, before letting go of the hand she was holding “Wow, I’m so sorry I had to do that, I just… Creepy McCreeperson was kinda being a bit dense, so I saw no other way out” She said with an apologetic smile “I really am so sorry. I’m Poppy, can I get you a beer for the whole ‘awkward hand touching’ thing?”

#poppy

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“There might be one.” Novalene shrugged her shoulders. “These kinds of games are designed so you’ll spend a crap ton of money. They pull you in with the possibility of winning a prize but the game is near impossible to beat.” She explained. “You’d be better off going to buy whatever prize you want from a store. I mean, you’re paying for it anyway.”

Marisol groaned aloud after she’d given the game host a puppy dog look only for him to shrug his shoulders. It felt like she’d wasted fifty bucks and half her day trying to get the teddy bear she wanted. “Why do I suck at this so much? Is there a catch?” Her eyes moved over the barrel that she had to throw the ball in. 

#marisol

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Novalene had been by herself for most of the time. Despite that she was still having a good time being out and enjoying the company of others. It was a good week for her. Feeling a hand grab her wrist, she jumped slightly before seeing the familiar face. “I doubt you’d get lost but okay.” The blonde nodded. “Fine I’ll take you, but only because I get a free drink.”

Kyra tried to lift herself up on her tippy toes to find the beer tent, that was, until someone she recognized passed by. “Thank fuck.” Her hand grasped their wrist. “If I let go, I’ll be lost in the abyss. Can you lead me to the beer tent? I’ll buy you one.” Her brows wiggled.

#kyra