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you can ignore the bird heads all you like but THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU

Luna vc: Fuck this shit, I’m out-

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@voiceofmany - as if we need more threads

She can tell a lot about a person by where they sit within the bar. Some prefer the dark corners, to conduct illicit business or to avoid notice. Some sit in the center of the action, eager for attention and to see all the action around them.

And then there were the ones who sat at the bar. Sometimes it was to avoid people, sometimes to assert dominance but most of the time, Luna’s learned that people sit at the bar when all they really care about is drinking.

This man struck her as the later type.

She paused, rag in hand from wiping up a spill from a previous customer. Luna met his gaze, taking in his appearance. She probably could’ve guessed a drink of choice just by his demeanor and look alone but instead, she smiled, head tilted coyly.

“What can I get you, handsome?”

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❝ Whiskey is a breakfast staple, anyone who says otherwise is fucking lying. ❞

obscenely domestic starter sentences // @mindsunmatched

          “Whiskey is NOT a breakfast staple and that’s coming from a bartender.” Reaching forward, slim fingers wrapped around the neck of the whiskey bottle, immediately capping it once more and setting it back in the liquor cabinet. For a bachelor, David kept his kitchens pretty well stocked, which was nice. Except for when he decided to forgo an actual meal in favor of…liquid nourishment.

          As if to distract him from getting up and trying to get to the whiskey once more, Luna moved back to David’s side, cupping his face gently in her hands and bringing her mouth to his. When she pulled back after a moment, a light smile graced her mouth. “How about instead of whiskey, you go make us some coffee and I’ll make us some french toast. Hmm?”

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@voiceofmany​ asked: “ hey, sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to come. ” (Cassian @ Luna while he's still being a jackass)

random text posts // @voiceofmany​ // accepting

Her smile falls immediately, replaced with a forced imitation. Luna barely is able to hold her tongue; Cassian is a dangerous man and Luna knows if she were just a random civilian, not attached to Miguel at all, he could easily hurt her. But Miguel’s protection wasn’t all encompassing - why else would Cassian be so openly, casually rude? Luna doesn’t want to push her luck by snarking back at the man.

Instead, she opts for killing with kindness. Through her tense smile, Luna muses, “Well, I’m sorry no one else could do the job for you, then. I’m sure you have more important things to do.” It’s the nicer way of saying “You didn’t have to come by, you know.” “Are you dropping off supplies or do you have something else to do?”

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@mindsunmerciful / @soulsunforgiven

          “You’re not allergic to cats, right?” Luna paused, head peeking back into the living room. She probably should’ve asked this back at the bar but they were here now and she was already gathered up blankets and pillows for Mitch to use for his makeshift couch bed.

          Luna grinned over at her bouncer, maneuvering a little closer into the living room to better talk to him. “Cause I don’t really wanna kick you out buuuuut Bandit was here first,” she teased.

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Luna D’Angelo tag drop

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@mindsunmerciful / @soulsunforgiven  

          She was supposed to close up shop at 4…and it was almost a quarter past. Last call was…over two hours ago, by the old, cracked analog clock in the corner. The other customers had eventually trickled out, Ace had left Luna the keys… even Kiegan had left, though only after Luna’s insistence that she was fine. She had some things to clean up, anyway…but even after everything was taken care of, David still hadn’t awoken from his drunken sleep. It was almost endearing…if it weren’t mostly pitiful.

         Luna knew that the professor had a rough life. He spoke to her a little, when he was drunk enough or when Luna was nosy enough. So she had cut him off but she had also elected to stay with him until he woke up…except he hadn’t yet. Gathering her own belongings as well as the keys to the bar, Luna shut off the lights before stepping around to where David sat at the bar. Thankfully the moon and cityscape through the windows offered ample light for them to see by.

         “Davey,” Luna murmured, reaching a hand out to stroke the professor’s head gently. “Davey, I gotta close up. Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey…C’mon Davey, you can’t stay here all night. But I can call you a cab or something and wait with you till it gets here. Unless you want ME to drive you back home.”