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"Oh, he did?" Chester asked, surprised at that. "We should watch it together, yes." He agreed. It seemed that Aspen might have been feeling lonely as well. He was grateful that she sat with him, pressing his lips to the side of her head as she placed her head on his shoulder.

"I really miss Frank." Chester finally admitted quietly, looking down at his hands. "I feel so lost without him and... I know I need to start moving on, it's been almost six years... but I don't know how. I don't know how to be without him."

He could feel the lump building in his throat, and he bit his bottom lip hard. "I just think it's because I'm here and we would always go to parties together. I haven't been to one without him."

chesterbarnsley​:

“I love that show too! I love the Drag Queens.” There was nothing better to Chester than someone living their true life. He was pleased to be outside, although the amount of alcohol he consumed that night seemed to be hitting him. He sank to the floor, legs outstretched in front of him. This was going to become a downward spiral, he felt. 

“No. No I’m okay, thank you.” He didn’t want Aspen to leave him. He didn’t want to sit out here on his own. “Will you sit with me, please?”

Aspen giggled. “I know.. We should watch the finale together? Since dads away.. I’ve been really lonely ..” she admitted. “He.. Uh.. He’s moving to the UK you know?” she looked at Chester. Sure she was an adult.. But now - she just felt like a little girl. And a little lost. But she knew that Chester would look after her. She looked down at him and knew he wasn’t alright. When he asked she nodded and moved to sit beside him resting on his shoulder. “How is it that we’ve found ourselves out here..” she laughed softly and moved to squeeze his hand. “How is everything going Chessie.. What’s really..  going on?”

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𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎.

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hannah-banana-brooks​:

She sucks in a delighted breath. “I’m a favorite person? Well I am honored and in that case I made sure my autograph was extra cursive and swoopy for your viewing pleasure.” Handing the pad back to him she turned to glance at the garden. “Right now I’ve got Basil, Parsley, Oregano, and Sage for my herbs. I have a little pot of mint too but apparently I should keep that separate. Mint gets greedy and takes over the garden.” She pointed towards the portion she’d deemed her herb garden, those starters already planted. “I’m working on the veggies now. I’ve got cherry tomatoes, lettuce, peas and green beans.”

“Of course! You’re always so chipper and smiley when I see you.” Chester grinned. “I love people who have positive energies. It makes me feel better about always feeling positive.”

He hooked his pad back onto his belt and looked over at the garden. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard mint takes over everything. I’m not really a fan of mint either... but the veggies sound great! You should start a stall at the farmers market, you know.”

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What do you think is your most valuable skill

Compassion, I think. It’s not the most valuable in terms of employment, but I’m compassionate and understanding.

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top 3 things you want to accomplish?

1. Stay in my apartment.

2. Retire.

3. Get all my children to high school graduation.

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aside from your husband and kids, who's the person you have cherished the most in life?

My parents and siblings. I have a lot of family members that include nieces and nephews, cousins, all sorts. My family in general are people I absolutely cherish.

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best memory you have?

When Frank and I got married. We had all our children there including the ones we had fostered years and years ago, and their children came too. It was just the most wonderful celebration.

[chesterbarnsley]

You know it, sista.

pick a daddy

@chesterbarnsley, what a stud. 

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cassidybarnsley​:

“That’s good. He really didn’t say much,” she lied with the best poker-face she could muster, figuring it was for the better to avoid the topic all together. “Just that you had an issue, and he was going to try to avoid you tonight.” That part was true, but she didn’t need to tell him that she knew the reasoning behind the decision. Cassidy wasn’t the type to normally keep secrets from her dad, but it wouldn’t have been the first time. She was sure he had his reasons for doing what he did, and she was completely comfortable not hearing about them.

“Oh I see.” Good. That was good. The less Cassidy knew about it all, the better. Truthfully, Chester was struggling without Frank, and making the decision to sleep with Callan was an amazing example of that. He didn’t want anybody to know how much he was struggling, though, especially his children.

“I explained to him that what I did was a mistake and I regretted it and I thought we had sorted the issue but... if he’s trying to avoid me tonight..” Chester rubbed his forehead. “Maybe I should speak to him.” He didn’t know if it was a good idea. 

“Are you having a good time tonight, though?” He asked. “Had some drinks?”

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sam-not-samantha​:

It had been nearly 6 months in this desert hellhole, and it still didn’t register as “home”. Frankly, nowhere did, but at least mail orders consistently found their way to Sam’s front door in New York, whereas no matter how many online subscriptions she updated, things were still being forwarded from Manhattan to Silver Lake at a glacial pace.

Upon hearing the doorbell, she reached to her bedside to take a quick hit from the bong, before swathing herself in a robe and trotting to the front door. Light would blind, but as far as she knew, it wouldn’t kill her this time.

“We’ve had worse. What do you do or drink at the start of your day that allows you to do this without completely imploding? Or collapsing? Discombobulating? It’s too early. How?”

“Um... Coffee. Water.” Chester replied with a small smile. “I’ve got a six year old so he mostly wakes me up as well. Parental duties, making sure all my kids go to school. You know.” Chester shrugged a shoulder and held out the pad for Sam to sign. 

Truthfully, Chester was struggling with his hangover. He hadn’t drunk properly in such a long time, but the party had been a one-off. Now he remembered why he didn’t drink. Ouch.

“It’s 11 in the morning. I didn’t think that counted as early. My daughters would disagree, though.”

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hannah-banana-brooks​:

“Morning,” Hannah answered brightly, brushing potting soil off her knees as she stood up. She was not a gardening expert, but whoever had owned the property before she’d begun renting had built a really sweet raised garden bed that was woefully empty. And so she’d spent the morning at the local nursery getting advice on some easier to tend to starter herbs and vegetables.

“Yeah, hold on, let me make sure I’m not getting soil all over your pad,” she mused, gingerly taking off her gardening gloves and then reaching for the pad. “Now don’t go selling this autograph on ebay, it will not go for much I’m afraid.”

“Oh it’s actually for my own personal collection of autographs from my favourite people I deliver to,’ Chester replied with a smile, watching as Hannah wrote her name on the pad. “What are you planting? I’ve been thinking of getting an allotment. I can’t have one in my apartment because I don’t have my own yard but I’ve always wanted to grow carrots. For carrot cake, you know?”

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Chester’s hangover was awful, but he had to work. At least he was getting some fresh air and exercise, walking between houses delivering mail. 

“Morning!” Chester smiled, seeing the next person due for a delivery outside. “Lovely day, isn’t it?” He loved Silverlake and how sunny it was all the time. To him, it was hard to be sad or angry when the weather was nice. 

“Can I get your autograph?” He asked, holding out the signature pad for them. “Just right there please.”

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theaspenbarris​:

Aspen chuckled, of course Chester would find something like Sex in the City naughty. “Well.. We all need a little guilty pleasure don’t we.. Mine is RuPaul’s Drag Race.. I just love me some drag queens..” she teased and nudged his arm. 

“Well he does but he’s not working tonight.. He’s just walking around somewhere probably looking for me because I went to the bathroom like twenty minutes ago.. Or he’s playing beer pong.. I dunno.. But the young, hottie dressed as Zach Morris.. That’s my boyfriend..”  gushing as she watched Chester for a moment.

“Want me to get you a glass of water Chessie?”

“I love that show too! I love the Drag Queens.” There was nothing better to Chester than someone living their true life. He was pleased to be outside, although the amount of alcohol he consumed that night seemed to be hitting him. He sank to the floor, legs outstretched in front of him. This was going to become a downward spiral, he felt. 

“No. No I’m okay, thank you.” He didn’t want Aspen to leave him. He didn’t want to sit out here on his own. “Will you sit with me, please?”

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Chester knew Cora and recognised her immediately when she sat down. She was friends with his daughter, Cassidy, and the two of them had met several times before. He had hosted sleepovers for Cassidy and her friends in the past that included face packs, mocktails, baked goods and movies. They could even stay up late if they kept the noise down. 

“Yes, I know you, Cora.” Chester replied. “It’s Chester. Cassidy’s dad!” He couldn’t see her pupils, luckily, because it was so dark. If it was lighter, he would certainly want to lecture her on her choice of taking drugs. He’d also want to take her back to the apartment so he knew she was safe and take care of her. Chester panicked so much about people dying since he lost his husband,Frank, five years ago.

“Are you okay?” He offered her his water bottle. “Do you need some water?”

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where: Los Globos

when: 3:00 am

Cora was dressed in a plaid skirt, an Alice and Chains T-shirt, and fishnet stockings with her Doc Martens. She just threw together whatever 90′s stuff she had around the house and called it good. One of those chill songs were on so she just bobbed her head to it: Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden. She took this opportunity to find her way back to the bar and try the ten glowing test tube shots. “I love how it’s 3 in the morning and the crowd’s barely even dying out yet,” Cora commented to the person sitting next to her. An hour ago, she’d put two colorful pieces of thin paper on her tongue and the drug was beginning to set in. For some reason, she was focused on this person beside her, her pupils very dilated. “You look so familiar… Do we know each other?” she yelled over the music thumping in the club, feeling it in her chest. In the erratic lights of the club, and the melting and waving colors, she could be looking at her best friend and wonder who they were really.

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If there was one thing Chester could say about this night, it was that Los Globos played some good music. He loved Nirvana, and was pleased he could feel a little bit like he fit in somewhere. He wasn’t going crazy, but he was enjoying the music, nodding his head along to the beat and enjoying the bottle of water in his hand. He was still in his Carrie Bradshaw outfit, heels and all. 

What Chester hadn’t expected was someone falling into him... and that person being Callan, the man he had slept with a few weeks earlier. Nathan’s boyfriend. 

“Oh, easy.” Chester chuckled, trying to play off the nervousness settling in his stomach now. “Are you okay?” Taking Callan’s hand to pull him up to his feet.

Where: Los Globos Time: 2:55am.

“Load up on guns, bring your friends, it’s fun to lose and to pretend, she’s over-bored and self-assured, oh no, I know a dirty word..” Incredibly drunk, Callan stood on the bar at Los Globos, drink in hand as he belted out the lyrics to Nirvana’s Smells like teen spirit. He must be on his eighth whisky of the night, his vision a blur and sound echoed through his ears as he danced. The drink in his hand spilled over as his arms waved in all directions, a smirk on his lips as he looked down at those surrounding the bar. “Fuck yes! Woooo! We love Nirvana!” Callan hollered, a laugh leaving him. As he continued with his drunken antics, his foot slipped against one of the bar mats, having him crash and fall off the bar and into the crowd of bodies. “Shit!” He gasped, falling silent for a few seconds as he hit the floor, before laughing drunkenly once more. “I’m good.. I’m good.” Callan announced, holding his hands up, his outfit soaked in the whisky he’d spilled. “Yo.. Hey.. Give us a hand, eh?”

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