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“i’m so bored — can we do something fun? i was on the reception desk like… all day.” a strong work ethic wasn’t really part of quinn’s vocabulary, and being a hotel desk clerk because she promised her dad wasn’t the suite life of zack and cody experience she thought it would be. “i’ve contemplated opening my own side business selling all the shit no one claims from lost and found. you wouldn’t believe the amount of vibrators that end up there every week. i can totally hook you up with free stuff.”

“ YOU ? a receptionist ?? “ slader cackled at the thought. “ hello welcome to hotel buchanan - i CAN’T. “ putting on his best receptionist impression, he mocked her jovially. “ nah forreal though, one of my buddies got his house repossessed or some shit and i heard they drained the pool - it’s prime skating real estate now if you’re down. “ nodding, he pursed his lips. “ vibrators ?? what kinda freaky motherfucker do you think i am ? “ he laughed. “ lowkey though if you’ve gotta burrito somewhere in your stash i’ll take it. munchies are hittin’ hard today. “ 

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—- “THE BRIDE DOESN’T DO YELLOW?” she repeated, phone balancing between her shoulder and her ear, “Fuck, man. I just picked up this bouquet of sunflowers ‘cause she said she wanted the ‘happy end-of-summer’ vibe…. okay, whatever, I’ll take care of it… bye.” A small grown escaped her lips. Entering her usual coffeeshop, she felt like a clown, balancing bright yellow flowers in her right arm, purse in her left, plus a shopping bag and phone in hand. Her body needed craved her afternoon caffiene-fix now more than ever, but, of course, there was a sizable line in front of her. Making matters worse, the sunflowers made her allergies flare up, causing her to sneeze every other minute. Fed up with the whole ordeal, she turned to the person in line behind her and shoved placed the bouquet in their hands. “Here… mazel tov,” she quipped, barely looking up from her message-filled phone, “consider it your lucky day.” Without missing a beat, she whipped back around and began researching shops that sold non-yellow flowers which could fit this damn wedding. 

slader’s leg bounced nervously as he scanned the bustling coffee shop - it’d been over an hour and after three ‘ wya ? ‘  texts, slader was beginning to think his ‘ client ‘ wasn’t going to show. fuck it, he thought, heading for the door before a familiar face caught his eye. looking stressed out as usual, he figured it was the perfect time to go bother iz. dingy vans padded across the tile towards her and the word ‘ hey ‘ had barely left his lips before a boquet was thrust into his grasp. eyes wide with confusion, he inspected the flowers for a second. “ what ? no hello ? “ voice raised to grab her attention, a smirk played at his lips. “ i mean... i’m really more of a chocolate guy than a flowers guy but i appreciate the sentiment. “ 

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slader was ZOOMING down the boardwalk, skateboard wheels scraping against wooden slats as he dodged oncoming pedestrians. he was used to the dirty looks - fanny-packed tourists shooting daggers at the ‘ dirty hoodlum ‘ skating just a little too close to their kids - but he returned their scowls with a big fat smile. heavy wafts of funnel cake and boardwalk pizza through the salty air elicited a RUMBLE from the depths of his belly, distracting him just long enough for his front wheel to lodge itself between two of the planks. catapulting through the air, the graceless boy landed...HARD. a defeated groan escaped his lips as he scraped himself off of the boardwalk and met the eyes of the boardwalk-goer he’d collided with. “ yikes, am i right ? “ he chuckled nervously, rubbing painfully at his shoulder. “ listen dude, i’m really sorry - that was totally my bad. are you good ? “ 

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sooooOoo i just got home from work and i Fully intended to reply 2 some starters but...i am simply exhausted and im gonna take a fatty ass nap b4 i do that :-) in the meantime...hmu if u wanna plot or whateva !! or leave a LIKE on this bad boi and ill come to u :-)

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✭・.・― have you seen SLADER ALVAREZ around monterey? every time i see the BRANDON ARREAGA lookalike, all i can think of is SKATEBOARD WHEELS ON CRACKED PAVEMENT, DIRTY MONEY, and SILVER CHAINS. known around town for their job as a PLUG, the TWENTY year old MALE is known for being RESOURCEFUL and ALTRUISTIC but could also be RECKLESS and IMPULSIVE. i don’t know if you know, but their big little lie is that HE STARTED DEALING TO PAY BACK A DEBT HIS MOTHER OWED.

. what’s gucci what’s poppin’ i’m meg i’m ready to go crazy AND stoopid with all of you ! anyways this is my weed slingin’, skateboardin’ soft boi slader and a lil bit about him !

slader grew up in the shadow of wealth, born into a low-income family in a shitty suburb on the outskirts of monterey. he was a happy kid, seemingly uninfluenced by the poverty and crime that ran rampant in the streets. 

he was smart - smarter than his school and his parents were equipped to handle - so he kinda fell through the cracks. he coulda gone places had he the fortune of attending one of monterey’s private schools. part of him knows this, and that part of him can’t help but hold a grudge. 

slader, like many other kids from his neighborhood, picked up skateboarding at a young age. in his adolescence, he used skateboarding to escape life’s inconveniences and, unfortunately, get through his father’s untimely passing at the age of fourteen. ( and pick up chicks, but that’s beside the point )

his dad’s death left slader the man of the house, being the oldest of four kids. he took this role seriously and despised the deadbeat men his mom shuffled through to fill the void of his father’s absence.

at sixteen, slader came home to a heated argument between his mother && her boyfriend. the boyfriend, a notorious dealer and all-around scumbag, claimed that slader’s mom got in the way of a huge deal - ultimately costing him upwards of $50k. he insisted she pay him back. she refused. he threatened to kill her. 

desperate and naive, slader offered to pay off the debt. knowing damn well the kid had no money, the boyfriend made a deal with him - work off the debt and all would be settled. 

of course, the ‘ work ‘ was less filing paperwork and fetching coffees && more running narcotics across the city. this was everything anyone had warned him not to become, but the kid had no choice.  

slader caught on quickly. his sharp intellect, knack for numbers, and sociable nature made him the perfect plug, as much as he hated to admit it to himself. he had fallen into the trap. 

fast forward a few years and the debt was paid off. for so long, slader told himself that this was the end of the road - no more after this. but he had to face it...he was good. and so was the money. while everyone else packed up and headed for college, slader packed up and headed to his shitty new apartment in downtown monterey to run with the big dogs. 

TL;DR : slader grew up in a shitty neighborhood outside of monterey. he was dummy smart but didnt have the education to back it. his dad died when he was fourteen, leaving him the man of the house. at sixteen, an ~incident~ left his mother indebted to her dealer boyfriend. offering to pay it off, slader began to deal under the guidance of the boyfriend. being the smart cookie he is, slader was dummy good at it and continued after the debt was paid. now he’s running with the monterey crowd, selling drugs to corporate assholes and teenage stoners alike. also he skateboards. 

. ofc ofc i would love love love to plot with all of y’all so throw a LIKE on this post if u want me to hit u up ! im also down to do just about anything so hmu if u’ve got anything u wanna try out ! i promise im cool 

some lil connections i’d like to see to get the ball rollin’ are:

* ppl he sells to ( esp. ppl u wouldn’t assume to b purchasing drugs from some kid )

* fellow city scumbags he hangs around with/skateboards with 

* childhood friends/neighbors 

* ~love interests~ or whateva 

* enemies !! ppl that just despise the fuckin kid 

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