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It was odd, how something or someone could be familiar and distractingly unfamiliar at the same time. That first day Rielle had shown up to work to find Emmeline addressing the staff, she’d thought she was going to leave her jaw on the floor and never get it back. It was still odd now, when she thought about the brunette in the bigger picture, but the ease of conversation, the light almost touches, the nostalgia that took her back to her college days, that was familiar in a way that was nerve and butterfly inducing. They joked like no time had passed at all, that easy repertoire washing over her like warm water, but there was somehow a level of newness too.

Her knuckles tap against the doorway to Emmeline’s office, a laminated copy of next week’s menu in her hand. Everyone else calls her by her last name . . . her freshly divorced last name, but Rielle cannot stop the “Emmy” that slips past her lips. “If you’re free I wanted to talk about Thursdays dinner. It seems a little, I don’t know, incomplete.  I think we need to toss in a side of bacon wrapped asparagus or some honey glazed brussel sprouts.”

@emmeliiines

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ohbarbie:

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐃  of  sweat  away  from  her  forehead  barbie  groaned ,   ❝  i  don’t  SWEAT  okay  —-  i  glisten .  don’t  look  at  me  like  that  it’s  like  TEN  THOUSAND  ,  BILLION  degrees  right  now  !   ❞

“Okay you caught me, I was staring. But it wasn’t a judgy stare, it was a stare of awe.” Rielle gestured to her own face, red, bits of curled fine hairs at the start of her hairline unattractively plastered against her forehead. “You’re somehow managing to glisten but your hair still looks like you just got finished shooting an herbal essence commercials. Please tell me what demon you’ve offered your soul to in compensation for this power, cause when I sweat my hair is the first thing to be fucked.”

@ohbarbie​

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mvriannes:

      MARIANNE  IMMEDIATELY  BRIGHTENS  AT  THE  FAMILIAR  FACE  ,  cheeks  dimpling  in  a  bright  grin  .  “  sadly  ,   i  don’t  —  but  i  DID  have  a  bird  named  thor  ,  so  let’s  just  say  that  names  are  not  a  strength  of  mine  .  ”  calming   her  beloved   pup  down  ,  she  scratches  behind  his  ear  and  catches  her  own  breath  .   “  the  end  of  the  world  ,  and  you’re  still  thinking  about  how  to  cook  -  now  that’s  impressive  .  i  have  no  idea  how  i’d  protect  myself  with  sugar  and  flour  .  ”

Rielle gave a playful shrug, shoulders rolling. “If I’m gonna eventually get eaten by the dead I deserve a few good meals before I go. Last meal before execution and all that.” When the dog had calmed she offered her palm for it to sniff, eager to pet. Not having any pets of her own meant she loved getting to spoil the animals of her acquaintances. “Well see I figure if I make myself valuable to the humans I’m traveling with they will try their damnedest to protect me.”

@mvriannes​

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eliasroarke:

Did she hear that? How embarrassing. Elias could blame it on Ozzy but he decided against it and instead he reached for the menu. “I mean, a dessert always sounds like a good idea. But - I wouldn’t want to keep you from going about your day. We already wasted her time, didn’t we boy?” He turned towards the dog who was now resting by his feet, exhausted. the talk about kids made his sin crawl just a little. He was terrified of the idea of being a dad even if deep down he wanted to.  “Or you could name them after your favorite dishes, wouldn’t that be interesting?” He smiled at her and coked his brow when she started talking again. He pretended to listen intensely, a hand on his chin and a serious expression. “Sounds like a very important job but I think I can manage it. I don’t mind being the guinea pig for recipes as long as you don’t get me sick.”

“Do I look like a girl in the middle of a busy day?” Rielle asked with a shake of her head. “My plans were to sit here and look up recipes for another hour, probably order a second dessert when the first one wears off. Your company would be delightful and welcomed.” He was definitely winning friend potential points with his ability to take her absurdity and run with it. “Good. Then you are officially invited into my best friend circle. I hope you like food and wine and late night adventures in the grocery store that may or may not get us escorted out by security.”

@eliasroarke​

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jackroarke:

“Do you work at an italian restaurant? Wine with every dish…” He chuckled. “Remind me to invite you to one of my work’s happy hours. I’m always very entertained by whoever gets drunk first.” Jack watched her scooch her chair closer, and he was thankful for the company. He hated to be alone with his thoughts these days, specially at night.

The threat drew a laugh from him, then he put on his poker face. “Bring it on.” There was a part of him that suspected he couldn’t win, after all he didn’t have that big of a sweet tooth, but he never walked away from a challenge. “What were you doing here by yourself anyway?” Jack asked, working on finishing the last of his own pie.

“It’s not just an Italian thing but I doooo have some Italian in my blood soooo.” Rielle gave a wink. “I just think food and drink go well together. Ask me to do shots and I’m screwed though, like I’ve only had Tequila twice and both times were . . . experiences I don’t place on my “fun times” list.

“Me? Well I like to eat and I do not always have hungry friends available to bully into coming with me.” A greedy grin took over her features as the waitress brought the pies over, towering and decadent. “I go for sweets when I have things to think about. Like whether I should make good life choices or bad life choices. Or when I need to contemplate the sudden resurrection of a ghost from my past. What about you?” She turned her head, eyes darkening with a hint of genuine concern. “Did you mean it when you said you were at rock bottom?”

@jackroarke​

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Alexandra Daddario

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glorygiven:

YOU  KNOW  THAT LOOK   your  mom  gives  you  when  you’re  doing  something  you  shouldn’t  be  doing  ?  well  ,  that  was  the  face  riddled  on  judith’s  olive  complexion  when  her  eyes  DARTED  to  her  son  billy .  judith  quickly  rushed  over ,   ❝  whatever  you  do ,  don’t  listen  to  him  or  take  ANYTHING  from  him .  ❞  she  enunciated  the  last  of  her  words  as  she  snatched  away  the  prank  gum  from  the  rebellious  young  man .     ❝  do  you  think  ,  as  mayor  ,   it’s  a  corruption  of  power  to  ban  every  prank  shop  in  the  city  ?   ❞

Rielle had planned on playing gullible, after all every child needed to have just a tiny spark of mischief nurtured. Mischief led to bravery, to exploration, to trying new things and pushing the limits. But when the maternal voice interrupted her exchange with the child, Rielle straightened like she’d been the one caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. “Mmm unless your platform involved shutting down prank shops before your own kid grabbed trick gum then yes, I’d say that counts. If it helps I was a little bit of a prankster myself at his age and I outgrew it.”

@glorygiven​

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jackroarke:

Her threat drew a chuckle from Jack and he shook his head. “I’ll remember that,” he promised and took another bite of pie. “Oreo cheesecake,” he parroted, smiling at the idea. It sounded sickeningly sweet, to be honest, but wasn’t that exactly what he asked for? “That’s what you order when you’ve sunk lower than rock bottom, right? I think I need two of those. Do you want to take up this challenge? The first one to give up owes the winner a drink. Do you even drink?”

Rielle let out a snort. “Do I even drink? I’m a chef, we pair wine with every dish for god’s sake. Does anything stronger than wine send me on my ass faster than you can say corkscrew, yes absolutely. But I’ve been told drunk me is very entertaining.’ She gave in to the pleasing realization that they were going to be companions for a bit longer, and carefully scooched her chair till she was beside him. “I’ll have you know I’m the kid who ate a pillowcase full of candy every halloween and never threw up. You want to take me on it’s your funeral.” She scooped the last bit of pie from her bowl and turned to call at the cashier. “Tilly charge two pieces of the oreo pie to my tab please.”

@jackroarke​

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mvriannes:

       SHE  RATIONALIZED  IT  AS  CARDIO   –  impromptu  cardio  .  racing  after  her  dog  through  busy  ,  bustling  san  francisco  streets  isn’t  quite  as  relaxing  as  a  jog  in  the  park  ,  but  it  definitely  gives  an  adrenaline  kick  !  the  large  chocolate  labrador  eventually  sidles  up  to  the  nearest  friendly  face  it  sees  ,  tail  wagging  while  his  hapless  ,  disheveled  owner  finally  catches  up  .  “  sorry ,  sorry ,  sorry  – kitty’s  the  sweetest ,  i  swear ,  ”  she  pants  ,  hair  unkempt  as  she  steadies  herself  .  “  just  a  handful  …  this  is  one  of  those  moments  where  i  realize  that  i  would  never  survive  a  zombie  apocalypse  ,   i  am  weak .  ”

She seemed to be a magnet for escaped dogs. Must have been the ever present scent of residue food on her person. In this case she wanted to give the dog a big hug though, when a familiar face chased after him. “Marianne,” she greeted with a warm smile. “Why am I not surprised that you have a dog named kitty? I take it you don’t have a cat named dog at home too right?” Laughing at the blonde’s words, Rielle gestured towards herself. “I wouldn’t survive either, mostly because there’s not a lot of time to cook when you’re running from the walking dead so I’d have no purpose. I’d probably get eaten while trying to desperately pick blueberries or something stupid.”

@mvriannes​

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talbvts:

       MIDNIGHT  IN  SAN  FRANCISCO  COULD  BE  A  HELLUVA  THING  .  tonight  ,  lincoln  is  gifted  with  a  bickering  couple  who  seemingly  came  from  a  questionable  costume  party  - -  as  they  were  dressed  as  adult  babies  .  as  someone  else  slinks  in  ,  he’s  quick  to  nudge  their  shoulder  ,  “  wait  ,  wait  –  they’ve  been  arguing  over  who  peed  on  …  someone  named  sheila  for  thirty  minutes now  .  ”

LOCATION : DONUT SHOP, LIQUOR STORE, DIVE BAR , ETC.

Rielle was trying to decide, on a scale of one to ten, how horrible a person she’d be for taking a photo of the adult baby couple. She was almost startled by the male voice that came from beside her, almost dropping the phone but quickly recovering. “Shit man, your hearing is better than mine. Guesses on whether this is an argument happening because the peeing on this Sheila is a bad thing or it’s kind of like some weird fetish cheating and someone is sleeping in the dog crib tonight.”

@talbvts​

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nathanpaxtcn:

The   raven   haired   male   was   hard   at   work   in   the   garage   of   the   shop   ,   sweat   beads   gathering   on   his   forehead   .   He   was   hunched   over   a   car   digging   under   the   hood   with   his   forearms   nearly   covered   in   grease   .   Nathan   was   the   only   one   there   as   everyone   else   went   to   go   get   lunch   and   he   was   dedicated   to   getting   the   Subaru   finished   before   the   end   of   the   day   .   As   he   worked   diligently   ,   brows   furrowed   in   concentration   and   all   ,   there   was   someone   approaching   him   from   behind   .   He   didn’t   bother   to   look   over   his   shoulder   before   speaking   ,   ❝   You   really   shouldn’t   sneak   up   on   someone   who   has   a   wrench   in   their   hand   .   ❞

LOCATION: mechanic shop.

“Okay in my defense, I couldn’t necessarily see that you were holding a wrench. Also I’m definitely incapable of sneaking, not a sneaky bone in my body. I walked with perfectly ordinary distinction.” She decisively tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, brows furrowing as she remembered her purpose for the whole approach to begin with. “Hey look, what’s the schedule for the day look like? My car sounds like it’s being murdered by a chain saw and I was hoping someone could take a look and this is the first place I saw that didn’t give me the creeps.”

@nathanpaxtcn​

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timestj:

“yo, you —” he points, “yeah, i’m talkin’ to you. you look like you could do me a favor real quick.” he waves his hand, flags them down with them ‘c’mon’ motion as he rubs his hands together all too readily. before them is one of those blow-up jungle gyms, slides and walls galore. “i need a partner for this obstacle course. you don’t got any knee problems, right??”

LOCATION: PIER 39, SIX FLAGS, SOME BASIC CITY TOUR, UHHH.

“Oh shit, you’re tagging me in? I’ve always wanted to be tagged in on a sports event, I always faked being sick during field day at school.” Rielle rubbed her hands together. “Okay coach, put me in. Shit do I have time to stretch? I also gotta warn you if there’s any of those swift footed tire stepping kinda things I’m screwed. Good with my hands but my feet trip me up sometimes.”

@timestj​

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cristyno:

could this be a hangover or pure exhaustion? the way she’s hung over the back of a seat, head resting on it’s frame with folded hands in her lap,legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles, it’s hard to interpret specifically what has her looking like a bus just rammed her. an eye peaks open, then shuts the same time a shadow blocks the sun. “—— if you stick your finger in my ear i will kill you.”

LOCATION: GABRIEL’S CAFE, GOLDEN GATE PARK, HOSPITAL FOYER, WHATEVER.

“Ew why would I do that, that’s disgusting. I wasn’t even into wet willies when i was five.” Rielle tilted her head, surveying the girl. “Not sure if you had an alcohol tinged long night or a working till the wee hours wild night but either way I recommend tea, water and a grilled cheese sandwich. Good hangover cure and a good no sleep cure.”

@cristyno​

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jackroarke:

He parted his lips into a half smile, amused by the way she corrected him. “Pie. It’s pie! Please, don’t bite,” he joked. 

Jack watched the way her face shifted as she tried the lemon meringue pie. So pensive. He wondered what she was thinking about. Levels of crustiness? He bit back a chuckle, smiling at her instead. “I think it’s light and fresh, that’s why I favor it.” Jack a piece of the pie with his fork, bringing it to his mouth. It wasn’t too sweet, which he liked. After a moment, he turned to Rielle. “What’s the sweetest pie in here you think? I may need the extra sugar one day.”

She waggled her fork in Jack’ direction, her voice a playful warning. “You get to slide this time, Roarke. But mix up cake and pie again and I cannot be held responsible for my corrective actions.”

“Mmm the sweetest one? Like packs more sugar than a pixie stick and will have you bouncing off the walls? Probably the oreo cheesecake. They literally bake the oreos right under this top layer of the cheesecake and then the crust is all double chocolate cookie crumbs and there’s a top layer of cream cheese frosting. I have a profoundly activated sweet tooth and even I couldn’t finish one whole piece in one go.”

@jackroarke​

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eliasroarke:

“Yessss, still got it.” If only it worked on certain people and on certain occasions. Perhaps it was a good thing that it didn’t because then he would be getting away with a lot more than he did already.  As Rielle spoke of food Elias felt his mouth water and his stomach grumble. He was starving all of the sudden. “That sounds delicious. I’m such a soup guy.” He reached for a piece of break that was set to the side and added some butter to it. “It’s a nice name. Unique but still easy to pronounce. I hate those tongue twister ones.” His eyes went wide when she mentioned a restaurant. “You’re a chef? OMG, can we be best friends? Feed me please.”

Rielle heard the grumble and grinned. Her burger was about three bites from being done. “You know . . . if you wanted to order I wouldn’t be opposed. You could get an entree orrr we could look at the dessert menu.” A nod of agreement following Elias’ words. “If I ever have kids I’m sticking to one or two syllable names that phonically click with their spelling.”  For a moment she was distracted, leaning over to offer Ozzy the last bit of bacon, a shameless pet spoiler she was. “Now Elias, I have to be responsible and warn you,” she began, straightening in her seat and steepling her fingers. “I do have vacancies in my best friends circle but it comes with great responsibility. Like you have to be a guinea pig for new recipes, you have to handle me wanting to take you out to eat at all sorts of yummy new places annnnd if you have a party you’d have to deal with me wanting to cater for you for free. Are you willing to suffer those kinds of hardships?”

@eliasroarke​

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