The Bartender
Chaff loved the kid like he was his own – or at least a younger annoying little brother – but sometimes he wanted to strangle him.
Today was one of those days.
Now, it didn’t take much to convince Chaff to go to a bar but nobody would have accused The Capitol of being the kind of joint he usually patronized.
Chaff liked his bars with some character, chaffed booths, dimmed lights, dubious looking bowls of peanuts, stained counters… That was where you found the best booze – and the easiest ladies.
The Capitol had none of that.
It had spotless gleaming mahogany surfaces everywhere, cozy little booths and tables that belonged more in a hip café or a tea parlor, bright lights that blinded you after a while – and too many glasses – and, more importantly, it had fancy cocktails with little umbrellas in them and unpronounceable names. And that was without mentioning the low bass of the pop music that made up the background noise.
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Happy STS!
My question today is very important. Where would your OCs fall on this chart?
This...is surprisingly complex exercise:
Kieran is an angry bean, but he is a confused chaotic dumbass bean. Leander is the same but grown up and better at looking smartass.
Zephyr with the dumbass energy for how people tend to underestimate him. All about quite strenght. But he is really cool in fact.
Hal is 100 years old. Looks like a boy. You could think him scary until he opens his mouth about anything not involving magic, the Order or dragons.
Skye and Cam are your smartasses with proud smartass energy. It's why they get each other so well. Cam is just more openly shameless about it.
Thanks for the question!
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Don't expect u to write it but it's a cursed idea and funny to me so I want to hear what u have to say: HoD x false god otto
That's cursed alright, they'd be too busy smugly smirking at each other to get anything done
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you've been cocal cola masshitdaed
cocal 😂😂😂
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Anastasia 1997 is such a funny movie in that it's opening sequence is like, "the Romanovs died because rasputin put a curse on them AND NO OTHER REASON DON'T WORRY ABOUT WHY THE ROMANOVS ARE DEAD OKAY IT WAS RASPUTIN"
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One Day
The moment Finnick stepped a foot into the penthouse, Effie was on him, fussing like a mother hen, making strangled noises and smoothing the creases of his shirt like it was the most important thing in the world.
Haymitch shared a look with Chaff, rolled his eyes and gently but firmly steered her away from the boy. If the other senior victor from Four was to be believed, Finnick was black and blue – and Stella wasn’t prone to exaggeration, except where Brutus was concerned…
“You’re okay, kid?” he asked, a little worried.
He kept a firm hold on Effie’s arm because she looked like she wanted to fly right back to the boy and check him over again. For the most part, Finnick looked fine except for a stitched up gash over his eyebrow that hopefully wouldn’t leave a scar.
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One of the most memorable interactions was Saturday. Into our booth strolls a small family, tempted by free samples of freshly brewed tea. We chatter and give them the spiel, that the tea is character merch and we’re a cozy health-based app called Forage Friends.
The young girl zeroes in on our pride pins.
“They have my pin!” She says excitedly. “They have my flag!”
The dad blinks. He is surprised, but also calm and positive when he sees it’s the lesbian flag. “Oh. That’s… different from what you told me.”
“That was months ago, dad.” And she rolls her eyes. Definitely a teenager.
I turn to him and say, “Yeah, dad.” And we share a little laugh about it.
He says, “No, it’s great. That’s amazing, honey. It was just news to me.”
“Well, I guess I just decided to stop lying to myself. About liking guys. Like right now.”
A little lesbian just came out to her dad and he was super cool about it.
I’m standing there in my tie-dye mask and my cheery blue apron pouring tea and making small talk and I’m trying really hard not to cry or compare it to my experience, the fire & brimstone, the disgust, the conditional acceptance as long as I never bring it up.
So as this beautiful bonding is going on, the girl’s even younger brother turns his gaze around. He’s in a snorlax hoodie and bored and wants to go look at the swords across the hall. But on the other side of our booth….
“WHY DO PEOPLE DRAW THAT?” He asks loudly, and we all turn to our neighboring booth.
Our neighbors were extremely lovely people. Every time we had a break we would talk, and we became good friends over the weekend. They kept apologizing that their booth was next to ours and we kept repeating that it was totally fine. Their booth was great. I even bought their merchandise.
The thing that was so contentious, that they felt the need to apologize for, was that they were selling explicit titty hentai stickers of popular characters. They were censored with little yellow R18 labels but the content was very clear.
So back to the family: I freeze and immediately go somewhere else to let dad handle this question. With adult customers I’ve been loud and positive about our neighbors. (“Man, how has it been boothing next to them?” It’s been great! They bring a lot of foot traffic and they’re kind and wonderful professional neighbors. If anything it’s a fun juxtaposition. We believe in artistic freedom. I bought a sticker too!)
But this is a kid, it’s not my place to explain anything…. But I was extremely curious about what this chill dad would say.
“Well,” dad says with a long measured silence between each word. “Sometimes people are horny.”
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