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juliet likes to think that sheās on some friendship level with most of the people who come in regularly. at the very least, there are people who wave at her when they walk in and seem to enjoy chatting when itās slow enough to allow for it. most of them being around her age. elvie being one of them. āwe have a black licorice flavor?ā she tilted her head to skim the menu in front of him. maybe itās some kind of starbucks secret menu thing sheās out of the loop on. āiāll see what i can do for yaā.ā a grin appears on her face, scribbling it down on her notepad with hopes that someone in the kitchen knows what heās talking about. he looks surprised at her offer, and it makes her giggle.Ā āyou donāt have to look so surprised,ā she teased and straightened her back to run his order back.Ā āiām gonna run this to the kitchenĀ ā i wanna hear more about that milkshake record when i come back though.ā
elvieās brows knit together in bewilderment. āi thought all diners did.ā his favorite diner back home has been slinging black licorice milkshakes for as long as he can remember. his favorite diner back home had also leaned heavily into the halloween all year round thing like many of the local businesses had. because he had never lived anywhere else before college, elvie grew up with a definition of normal that included sprawling old cemeteries, spooking tourists with his michael myers mask and plastic butcher knife at the age of seven and, yes, a diner menu with ā novelty ā flavors to charm the tourists. he smiled in thanks as juliet promised to see what she could do about his request. āvanilla is fine if you donāt have it.ā reaching into the pocket of his blue members only jacket, elvie grabbed ... no, wait, thatās his tarantula. āah, there it is.ā he brandished the two pieces of black licorice he had found in his pocket at the waitress with a reassuring smile. āi can diy it,ā he explained. his gaze widened, making him look even more surprised directly after juliet had told him not to look so surprised. his face flooded with heat. āright, uh, sorry,ā he muttered, agreeing with a nod to elaborate on his milkshake - chugging record when she returned from the kitchen, although heās not really sure what else he could possibly say about it. Ā
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OUTER BANKS (2020- ) | 2.05 āThe Darkest Hourā
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the place was completely booked, not a table in sight yet here arthur sat at an empty one. leg was bouncing anxiously, his limbs were so long that everyone in the restaurant could probably see. eyes dart to his watch once more, one that looked like it belonged to a grandfather, letting out a finally deflated sigh.Ā āuh, hi. excuse meā¦ā he said politely, his british accent was thick as he offered the other a nervous smile,Ā āit appearsā¦well, that iāve been stood upā¦would you umā¦care to join me?ā arthur offered with a nervous chuckle, blush appeared on his cheeks,Ā āplease. i could use the company before i spend the entire night wallowing in self pity.ā
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purse hoisted onto her shoulder and brand new moncler lebris coat shrugged on over her simple purple slip dress, alissa was actually heading out when the lone diner stopped her. she paused and turned towards his table with arms folded and a brow arching, surprised and expectant. ā ... hi,ā she returned his greeting. unexpectedly, alissa wound up feeling some sympathy for the stranger. sheās been stood up before, not that she was about to share that with him. or anyone. āmight cause a scene if the date who i just finished having dinner with on the other side of the restaurant catches us.ā she wasnāt on a date. she was just leaving a dinner party put together by some of her fellow rec center volunteers to celebrate the end of the summer camp programs ā but, the stranger didnāt need to know that, she had decided.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā sheās about to agree with alissa, evenĀ suggest that they swap storiesĀ sometime, but the next words out of the otherās mouth have her recoilingĀ a bit. she tries to not react too visually, but itās clear that alissaās digging for some kind of informationĀ from her. hell, the woman probably knows exactlyĀ who she is and is just waiting for darcy to admit it. this feels like a trap, but luckily darcy is all too skilledĀ in the art of the white lie. and besides, the lie sheās about to tell has some truth to it. sheās just choosing to leave out some of the more crucial details.Ā ā i wouldnāt know,Ā āĀ her firstĀ lie.Ā āĀ it was a gift.Ā āĀ not a lie.Ā Ā āĀ i had this eccentricĀ auntĀ who liked to put all her moneyĀ into tangible things, which ended up being a lot ofĀ jewelry. she gave it to me. said she wanted me to inherit it someday anyway, so ā¦Ā āĀ not fully a lie. it wasĀ a gift, but it was one from her motherĀ for her sixteenthĀ birthday. no matter how many times sheās tried to part with it, for itās a relic of her old life, she canāt seem to take the damn thing off her wrist.Ā
alissa begins to suspect that sheās being lied to the moment that the barista opens her mouth ā but, the only proof she has is a feeling, backed by nothing but all of her extensive experience in both lying and being lied to. ( like, she coaches teenagers. thereās also her dad, and an unfortunate slew of shitty exes, but ... she canāt unpack any of those experiences while a line could begin forming behind her at any moment. ) she hummed, nodding along as though understanding and accepting the explanation she was being offered. she's more curious now that she thinks sheās possibly being lied to. āsounds like she was trying to be really selfish and really selfless at the same time,ā she decided, ālike, your aunt spent all of her money on jewelry that she then gave to you instead of, like, i donāt know, giving you all of her actual money so that you donāt have to sling coffee all day.ā
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the skates are effortless now, almost as natural as walking ( she thanks the heelyās she wore nonstop in first and second grade ) after a couple of years at cutie pieās. in one smooth motion, juliet glides from one table to another, scooping her tip off the end of an empty table on her way to the occupied booth across the room.Ā āwhat can i get for yaā, hun?ā she occasionally tries on the persona of a sixty year old waitress at a diner frequented by truckersĀ ā with no real idea how well it works. the formal smile she wears with customers drops, switching to her normal and more casual one before continuing.Ā āi get off in fifteen minutes if you want to hang out later.āĀ Ā /Ā Ā @irvingstartersā
lifting his gaze from the menu in his hands, elvie smiled at the waitress who had appeared at his table. āgreetings and salutations.ā heās visited cutie pieās a lot in the two months since he arrived in irving. ( the kitchen in his apartment is fully functional and everything, but things have a pesky tendency to ... catch fire whenever he tries to cook. ) he recognizes most of the wait staff now. āokay, so i was reading through the milkshake menu and i think your printing press forgot to put black licorice flavored on here, but i was wondering if i could please have that anyway ?ā his most polite, plastered - on smile vanished, mouth falling open and brows leaping in surprise at her offer. āoh. uh ... ā Ā he nodded. ā ... sure, yeah. i can drink an entire milkshake in forty - nine seconds flat, so that shouldnāt be any scheduling conflict.ā
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Despite evidence pointing to the contrary, Abel had grown up with the delusion that he was skillfully subtle in everything he did. He also grew up with a certain privilege that made learning laundry at the embarrassing age of 25 lead to disastrous situations. Heād gotten the hang of it by now, living on his own for a while - Sud Me SenselessĀ was practically his best friend. Still, the combination was lethal enough that it had Abel sat on top of one of the washing machines, in what he thought was a veryĀ casual manner. Though, it was obvious something was wrong, with the way the machine sputtered and demanded to cough out the bubbles it had been overflowing with moments before - clear by the way his now damp shirt clung to his chest and hair stuck at the front, anxious hands tugging when the washing machine first began to malfunction,Ā āāSup?ā he asked the person walking past - Abel never saidĀ āsup,Ā āThink you could, uh, pass my phone?ā Pointing with his foot, where his phone lay on the tiled floor a few feet away from them, before flashing what he hoped was a charming, albeit somewhat self-deprecating smile at the request. @irvingstartersā
keys in one hand and a fresh cup of coffee from kahloās in her other hand, alissa was walking back to her car when she spotted abelās familiar face through a window. she isnāt sure of how long she stood outside suds me senseless for, watching him struggle with one of the ... laundry machines. whatever theyāre called. but, alissa eventually decided that she couldnāt just watch anymore and marched into the laundromat. āsweetie, you look pitiful.ā she placed her coffee cup and keys on top a different laundry machine from the one that abel was seated on ... that also appeared to be overflowing, streams of bubbles fighting to spill from its mouth. she turned her head as thrust out a foot and instantly spotted his phone, but her lip curled in disgust. āew, no. iām not touching this floor.ā her attention returned to abel, and alissa contemplated asking him what exactly had happened. āso, whatās with your new ā calvin klein cologne ad ā aesthetic ?ā she asked instead, glancing at the wet shirt that appeared to be adhering to every crevice of his torso. she probably wouldnāt understand if he explained it anyway. Ā
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Propped onto the kitchen counter while a house party bustled around them, Lara poked at Laneās side with her foot to grab his attention,Ā āRemember these things?ā The second Lara had noticed the cootie catcher sheād beelined for the kitchen, reading through all the results before testing it out on anyone. It was obvious it was made for someone who had a crush, name dropping a JasonĀ at least twice, but Lara wanted to bother Lane with it anyway,Ā āOkay,ā Setting down her cider so that she could handle the cootie catcher properly,Ā āgive me your favourite number.ā @selfawarcā
lane grumbled in complaint as laraās foot dug into his side, but he still set his drink down on the counter beside her and leaned over to see what she had found. āoh yeah,ā he answered, cracking a grin upon recognizing the item in her hand. āin the first grade one of these things predicted that i was gonna be a bartender. who the fuck knew what a bartender was in the first grade ?ā he snorted as though it was ridiculous, but, really, lane himself knew the difference between ā neat ā ā straight up ā and ā on the rocks ā by the time he entered preschool ( even once told his teacher that he takes his apple juice neat, like his granddad takes his juice ). "three billion and seven.ā he instinctively offered the most outlandish number that he could of. ābetter start flappinā that paper if you wanna finish this game before the partyās over.ā
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Chucking a look over her shoulder when the bedroom door of the party creaked, Lana cracked a rambunctious grin at the realisation it was only Lane.Ā āWhoa ā I, like, totally thought Iād been caught red handed, tits out and everything.ā Her tits definitely werenāt out, which implied Lana thought this was some kind of casual, everyday phrase. Whipping her head back, she hummed from her position knelt on the carpet, deliberating a second before applying another sticker to the propped electric guitar. She had a sheet laying out besides her bare knee, holographic and glinting whenever it shifted, boasting about twelve cartoon dicks in scattered formation ā the rest, sheād already stuck over the body, a cluster around the input jack.Ā āIām doing, like, a vigilante justice kinda thing. I may as well have a cape thatās, like, billowing out behind me, my hands on my hips, lycra and buns of steel ā total superhero stance.ā Lana neglected to mention the owner of said guitar had pretty much called her a whore after sheād emerged with dishevelled hair from a bathroom down the hall. Wasnāt a particularly jazzy detail, in her opinion. No fun in that. āHe slipped out for some smokes, word on the street. Totally rasping for them. Prime time to strike, and ā there,ā she added another, angling her head as if appraising a meticulously painted work of art hanging in a gallery.Ā āHuh. Iām kinda, like, a visionary, I think. Mona Lisa, who? I donāt know her. Like, I really donāt. You like?ā Before he could even answer, she turned back to look at him. Her eyes roamed him head to toe, shamelessly bold as always, then slid back to meet his. Dimples became prominent, face warm as an August sunset. āHow come youāre hiding out in here, anyways? Or, hey, wait āĀ lemme guess. Looking for me. Serving me papers. No offence but Iām, like, super quick on my feet, Lane, and I have a mean streak. Iām, like, Shawn-Mendes-wearing-a-leather-jacket levels of dangerous. Seriously, donāt try it. Youāll never take me alive.ā @selfawarcā
at first he only cracked the door, but when he didnāt hear any complaints from inside the room, lane nudged it open a little wider and poked his head in. āoh.ā his brows rose when he spotted lana, plopped down on the floor and grinning at him. he glanced around the room and realized that it probably wasnāt the bathroom. he had tried asking for directions a couple minutes earlier and was bizarrely told to fuck off by the douche whoās throwing the party, and who had spent much of the evening happily chattering away to anyone who would listen about his brand new guitar. āoh, iām not gonna stop you.ā he didnāt need her explanation, although he guesses that something must have happened to inspire lanaās ... vigilante art piece. lane snorted in amusement as he watched lana apply another shimmery sticker to the guitar. āthat dudeās gonna flip,ā he commented, although he didnāt sound very concerned or sympathetic. it isnāt like he gives a fuck. he wouldāve left the dudeās lame party already, but he hadnāt shown up alone. āoh, uh ... ā lane glanced behind him, noted that the hallway was deserted and took a step inside the room. ā ... iām on a date.ā he had finally allowed lara to set him up, which ... well, at least he has an actual reason to say no the next time she offers. heās no expert in blind dates, and he could still tell that it was going extraordinarily horrible. āshe said that she had to go to the bathroom, but that was like an hour ago so iām ... probably not on a date anymore, am i ?ā heat rushed to his cheeks as lane squeezed his eyes shut, head falling back against the door. āshit.ā the realization mightāve been slightly less humiliating if there wasnāt a witness, but, only slightly, heās pretty sure. he kicked himself off of the door and nodded at lana. āwell, you wanna be here when that guy gets back or dāyou want a ride ? i guess iām leaving.ā which was fine with him. it just wouldāve been nice if he had figured out sooner that he had been ditched, maybe.
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Ziggy let out a laugh at Laneās rebuttal, the pair of them probably coming across awfully childish to any pedestrian idling by, kids shoving at each other and crunching gravel under soles on the playground.Ā āFuck you tryna do, feel up ma organs? You tryna give me a fuckinā exam, forreal? Hannibal lookinā ass. Pokinā all over ma bones, ānā shit, grippinā at my nips?ā he interrogated loudly, as if he hadnāt been the one to elbow Lane in the first place. Ziggy, much like Lane, didnāt know the time, so he ran with his guess. āYeaā,Ā āxactly, man ā 8 AM, so why you tryna confiscate my fuckinā nipples? Sun barely risen. Pluckinā them off ma tits like that. Fucked up, yo.ā Laneās hands had been nowhere near his nipples. It really wasnāt clear where heād got that whole spiel from. Kissing at the backs of his teeth, Ziggy wafted a hand up in dismissal, the same way youād dispel a bad smell or a niggling fly.Ā āNah, man, you fuckinā wish I was dreamināĀ ābout you, obsessed as hell, actinā like some kinda Mariah Carey song.ā He only knew of said song due to the Eminem beef. Still, he puffed his chest out a little, apparently validated by his own supposed cultural expertise. Kicking up his skateboard, he snatched it close to hold in the hook of one arm.Ā āYeaā, right on that, callinā me a mopĀ ānā shit ā gotta be, yāknow, everyoneās always jusā so fuckinā wet all the time, āround me, needāa be prepared. Shitās a fuckinā curse, forreal. Slippinā n slidinā, breakinā necks ā am brave as hell, straight up survivor.ā Apparently intent on being a pest some more, Ziggyās eyes zipped over to the tote bag Lane was grappling. Stepping closer, he pinged at the hem, peeked inside without permission ā even, for some god forsaken reason, leaned down and gave the contents a sniff.Ā āFuck you got rustlinā in there? Some kale? Esme at the bottom, shrunk down, munchinā for survival? Keepinā her captive, you sick fuck?Ā Esme?!ā he hollered into the bag suddenly, attracting a bewildered glance from someone passing by, blindly jabbing red buttons on Laneās control system just for sport.Ā āYo, Esme?!Ā āBoutāa free you from this shit real fast!āĀ
lane did a lot of things as an idiot teenager that he now regrets. he never should have dropped out of school, or dealt drugs to people he barely knew, or pushed away the person who probably cared about him more than anyone else as his life got worse. he regrets punching ziggy, too ā but, only because it upset his then - girlfriend, and definitely ruined what was supposed to be a fun evening of hanging out together for their shared friend group. ( it still baffles him that they have a lot of the same friends, and totally skeeves him out that lara seems to actually have a thing for the guy. ) honestly, it seems like whenever heās about to reach a level of maturity that would allow him to accept that yeah, maybe ziggy was a dick for making some crude pass at esme, but lane might not have handled it in the most productive way, ziggy goes and does something that makes lane regret nothing but the fact that he didnāt swing way harder. āhannibal was bald. thereās a way better chance that you wind up lookinā like the dude with all that shit you put on your ā there are no organs in your shoulder, dipshit.ā lane scoffed and shoved him again. āwhoās ā ā he didnāt care. he knew that he didnāt care before he even opened his mouth. lane isnāt always so easy to piss off ... or, likes to think that he isnāt, at least. itās common fucking sense that esme would be a sore subject for him. ziggyās not doing anything all that fucking clever, he tries to remind himself. āget off !ā lane grumbled, the glass bottles inside of his canvas bag clattering around noisily again as he attempted to wrench it away from ziggyās prying eyes and skinny fingers. āitās groceries. what the fuck do you think it is ?ā he bristled instantly at esmeās name. ādāyou ever watch your mouth ?"
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alexis: the kind iād rather forget than ever think about again
alexis: like theyāre all giving me different answers as to how they got my number like the location of the bathroom. theyre so vague its driving me nuts
alissa: oh, join the club. š
alissa: wait, so all of these random numbers are texting you and telling you that your number is on all of these different bathroom walls all over town?
alissa: yeah, someone's definitely pranking you.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā a return to irving came with a feeling of smallness airi had thought she was rid of. going away for college had meant a fresh start, a destiny molded by her own hands, untouched by her mother and the stagnancy that came with years-long judgement. and, she did thrive ā a total 180 from her old self, but it was still the same self and thatās where the problem lay. an escape to a local bar wasnāt much of an escape when you still couldnāt find a way to breathe. it didnāt help that it was packed and that the threat of small-talk loomed. she was one whiskey in ( a remnant of what had been stolen off of her fatherās shelves as a child ), as her current unasked-for-companion ā a man in his thirties, who spit each time he clicked his tongue, which he did often ā continued to goad. not drunk enough to leave yet, knitted brows scoured for an escape, and it was due to dire circumstance that the sight of a blond head and a familiar, but unwelcome, face became her lifeboat. lane morrison had never been a friend. ā la - james, ā nickname turned into full name, stemmed from shame, as she pushed past the other man, lips pulled into what she hoped was a smile evoking nonchalance, warmth even. ā how are you ? itās been so long. too long. let me buy you a drink. ā and, before he could protest, she called over two shots, her earlier annoyance hadĀ ā luckilyĀ ā already broken off, making her desperate attempt successful at least.
the longest amount of time that heās ever spent away from irving is the year and a half where he was in juvie, and the entire time that he was gone he had wanted nothing more than to be back among all of the familiar comforts of his hometown. when he returned, and discovered that a lot of the people who he went to high school withĀ ā including his girlfriendĀ ā couldnāt seem to get out of town fast enough after graduation, lane was confused. ( and fucking hurt. esme didnāt even call or write to tell him goodbye. ) there were some people, though, who he wasnāt exactly torn up over probably never seeing again.Ā āuh ... ā he didnāt turn his head until airi miura of all people had slipped into the empty spot beside him at the counter. ( because yeah, heās at a bar. again. ) āno one calls me that.ā heās not even sure how airi knows his name. itās not like they were ever friends. lane has always thought of them as a know - it - all snob.Ā āiām ... ā he paused, hesitant to offer fine or good or some similar lie. even to airi.Ā ā ... well, iām, uh, not in juvie anymore, so ...Ā ā he shrugged. it really had been so long since heād seen her. lane thought that she was one of those people who he was probably never going to see again.Ā āi thought you left.āĀ he glanced down as some bartender heās probably known since long before he was even old enough to see over the counter placed one shot glass each in front of them, lip curling in revulsion as both were filled with a pungent liquid. he hates the smell of alcohol. (Ā still gonna drink it, though. )Ā ālike, for good. yāknow, leavinā on a jet plane, donāt know when youāll be back again.ā
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