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text: dana

ELLIOT: as a pro pancake lass, i've got to keep my best interests at heart

ELLIOT: so, tell me, waffle or pancake

DAY: hmmm... that depends. i like waffles as a dessert. like with ice cream and chocolate sauce?

DAY: but pancakes for breakfast are the bomb

DAY: so long as they're the real good ones yk? the thick and fluffy type. with syrup.

DAY: fuck me i'm hungry now

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💬 DAY

EMILIE: were you the one at veto's last night that named the cocktail shrimp and then tried to tackle a guy for “eating henry”

EMILIE: because if so i am your #1 fan

DAY: well... i mean... that would explain the smell of seafood that's been following me around all day

DAY: let me just say, the scent of shrimp + a hangover does not mix well

DAY: how exciting though! i've always wanted to meet my #1 fan!

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LOU: wow you're totally right...

LOU: i'll talk to him about it

LOU: thanks for the advice!

DAY: any time, love :)

DAY: i hope it works out okay

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Max: woo-worthy

Max: um.. yes??

Day: yes, as in i thought you would woo me

Day: alright then

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maxdcotes:

“Maybe. I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think that kind of thing has an exact look. You can be cheap and look like a million bucks, y’know?” he stated. Max rolled his eyes, tapping the bar once to get the man’s attention. “Alright fine,” he said. “What’s your drink, then?”

❝ whiskey sour, ❞  she announces, feeling triumphant and offering her company her very best grin. she’s rather enjoying herself and the banter they have going between them, and there’s the urge inside of her to push it and have some real fun. ❝ make it a double. i look like a million bucks and i’m worth it, too... don’t you think ? ❞ 

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brennanpowell:

Brennan leaned against the back of the bar, his arms folded across his chest. His shirt stretched tighter across his back as he inhaled deeply. He stared at the clock and performed his signature eye roll as he reminded himself how much time of his shift still remained. Today had been slow, not that if it had been busy he would’ve enjoyed it any more. At least if there were customers it would save him from the cleaning tasks he was neglecting. “i hate this shit.” he muttered to himself under his breath. 

it’s a bit of an effort for her to get up onto a bar stool, though she does so with a lifted chin and a defiant look in her eye that promises she’ll cut a man if they laugh at her vertical handicap. once she’s seated, she takes a moment to let her fingers dance across the wood, following the grooves and only barely wrinkling her nose at how sticky some spots are. she deals with far worse on a daily basis at the B&B. a brow raises with the movement of her head as she glances toward the sound of his muttering, lips pursing slightly in question. ❝ what shit would that be, exactly ? ❞

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LOU: i don't think he'd be prejudiced, but he'd, but kids pick things up from parents and older kids who have picked things up from THEIR parents... there's just a lot going into a little kid's thoughts

LOU: once i told a kid that i liked girls and boys and he called me a dyke, but had no clue what it meant. he was just repeating something he'd heard

DAY: which is all the more reason to put the right things into his head

DAY: there's no guarantee they'll stick, but at least give the kid a fighting chance at not being a homophobic, transphobic jerk.

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Max: fuck sake I'm blazed out of my head at work

Max: I have no idea what's going on

Day: when i gave you my number, i was expecting for more woo-worthy texts than this

Day: do you want me to stop by? keep you company for a while?

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LOU: you think? i guess i could do that.

LOU: true, but there's still a level of unpredictability, always. kids always do things that surprise you

DAY: i do. i think you'd be giving the kid a great start in life by helping him to open his mind up so young.

DAY: that is true, but if he doesn't understand gender yet then he surely can't hold any prejudice?

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LOU: well the parents know i'm genderfluid and they're cool, but ... i still don't know how to tell him that some people aren't boys OR girls, or sometimes they're both wrapped in one. it's a very weird situation to be in

DAY: i think you just need to be honest with him? explain it from your perspective. tell him how you feel and what gender means to you.

DAY: you know how kids work, you spend enough time with them.

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beendying:

she pretends to think about it for a second– as if she hadn’t yet formed an opinion on spring. “spring is nice.” she concludes. “but summer?” she shakes her head. “summer is just scary. there’s no telling what the weather is gonna do!”

❝ is that what you dislike about it? it’s unpredictability? ❞  the notion catches her slightly off guard; for all the reasons she could imagine someone disliking a season --- particularly summer --- that hadn’t crossed her mind. perhaps she’s just the type to enjoy surprises as and when they come. 

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maxdcotes:

The waitress made her way toward the table and Max ordered himself a screwdriver, bringing his attention back to Dana once more. Max’s eyes narrowed in a foe look of disdain, placing a hand on his heart for emphasis. “I don’t need a souvenir,” he said. “My imagination is incredible and my memory? Also… incredible.”

❝ not even going to buy me a drink? do i look like a cheap date to you? ❞  her tone borders on flirtatious, the tip of her finger tracing the rim of her still half-full beverage as her lips curve slightly. she watches his dramatic show, biting back more of the same laughter from before.  ❝ well, as of right now, all you’ve got is your imagination, so i hope for your sake that’s true. ❞ 

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alicemeade:

“Unbelievable,” Alice announced. Almost the entirety of Grindhouse turned to look at her as she entered the place, clearly exhausted from the day. “I can’t even get hired at Target with a record. You know what she said?” she asked no one in particular, taking a seat at the nearest bar stool. “They’re a reputable company that just can’t take a risk like that. I mean, Jesus Christ…”

dana’s expression instantly fades into one of displeasure, lips pursed as she considers the girl and her troubles. it’s clear that it annoys her on alice’s behalf (and anyone in her situation). ❝ they say the prison system is all about rehabilitation -- but what fucking good is that when you’re treated like this after? how is anyone supposed to get on the straight and narrow if everyone is going to be so... judgey? especially in a place like this, ❞ she gestures to their tired surroundings, though clearly she doesn’t just mean the establishment they’re currently in. ❝ i can ask my dad... maybe we can get you a few night shifts at our place? the pay’s not great, but it’s better than nothing. ❞

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LOU: you know i love my job

LOU: but when the kid asks me if i'm a boy or a girl, it's a little less fun

LOU: like how do i tell a child that the gender binary was created to oppress us all and should be destroyed

DAY: maybe you should tell them exactly that

DAY: or like... a more child friendly version?

DAY: what's the point in lying to them? they may as well know now and grow up to do something about it

DAY: and if their parents are upset by it then all the better bc clearly they weren't going to learn that shit at home

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maxdcotes:

Amused by the exchange, he decided to sit down in the spare seat, brows raised. “Well, I mean, you’re pretty. If anyone here can get away with such a crime, it’s you,” he said. “And I have no use for underwear. I’m no panty sniffer, despite my appearance.”

a pleased twinkle lights up her eyes, the compliment clearly having been taken well. there’s tinkling laughter to follow his panty sniffer comment, her pearly teeth sinking into her lower lip to muffle the sound.  ❝ you don’t need to be a sniffer to think a night with me is worthy of a keepsake. though i suppose the memories should really speak for themselves, hm ? ❞

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beendying:

“i don’t like this weather.” she says with a bit of a pout, her eyes cast downward. “summer is the worst season. i like winter best.”

❝ i suppose winter is nice for getting cozy, ❞ she agrees with a hum, thinking of bundling up in front of a fireplace, or sipping on hot cocoa. the heavy snow fall in utah makes for an interesting season. ❝ i’m more of a spring gal myself, though. ❞

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maxdcotes:

On the way to the bar, Max had found a pair of undergarments in his passenger seat. Chuckling softly to himself as he made his way into Veto, he figured it would make a fantastic icebreaker. Walking up to a random individual in the bar, he loudly declared, “You left these in my car”, waving them around obnoxiously.

the sound of his voice so close is what alerts her to the fact he’s addressing her. she turns her head slowly, dismissing the conversation she’d been having, to crook a brow in his direction. her gaze flickers down toward the underwear clutched in his hand, before back up toward his face. ❝ i’m a little offended that out of everyone here, i’m the one you think wears tighty whities, ❞  there’s a pout forming on her lips, though her expression is playful. ❝ and if i had been the one to leave them there, i’d be even more offended that you were trying to return such a gift. ❞