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Meyer Spriggs
Meyer always hated Holiday's. For him, it wasn't a time to get together with family or go do little holiday things like the parades and all that. Holiday's were a reminder of just how alone the life he chose for himself to be. While his family was in city in their suburb, his sisters happily married with kids and probably all visiting their parents house, Meyer kept the shop open. With quiet soft rock music playing on the speakers, Meyer was more at peace than he ever would be at the family home around the chaos and looks of pity. Visiting his parents, in recent years, became more of a private thing, a surprise visit every now and then. He hadn't even met his nieces and nephews because who would want an ex addict for an uncle?
Glancing out the window, Meyer watched as the older people who's families stopped visiting, wandering into the few open shops, hoping they would come in. Of course they didn't though, since his shop was more geared toward the towns young musicians. Bobbing his head a little in boredom, Meyer felt his stomach rumble some and stood to go warm himself up a frozen meal. He never really expected the shop to have customers on holiday's, but he always kept it open in case anyone or their families wanted to come in and bond over music.
With his house portion of the shop being more quiet than the store part, Meyer listened to the hum of the microwave as his food spun around in circles. Some might look at him and think he must be some weird loner with an obsession with music, and they weren't necessarily wrong, but Meyer chosen this for himself and embraced it while he helped people discover their love for music and making music. It was only moment's like this, with the shop empty and his family doing their own festivities without him, that he felt lonely.
Just as the microwave beeped, Meyer heard the ring of the door opening. Both confusion and excitement ran through him as he grabbed and fumbled with the hot piece of cardboard with fake ravioli and hurried back to the front area. "Ow, shit." He swore as he tried to adjust the food in his hands so he wouldn't burn himself. As he got toward the desk to quickly put the food down he began his spiel, "welcome to Meyer's Music what can I help you find today?" He asked and finally looked up at the stranger, the very attractive stranger. He'd never seen this man around before, he would've noticed. So, Meyer put on a friendly smile and went to stick his hand out to shake the strangers until he noticed the head of a chihuahua peaking out of the man's jacket, "that's a chihuahua, in a jacket inside a jacket." And instead of shaking the strangers hand, he moved his hand to let the little creature smell him before giving him a little scratch behind the ears, "aren't you just cute."
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Meyer always hated Holiday's. For him, it wasn't a time to get together with family or go do little holiday things like the parades and all that. Holiday's were a reminder of just how alone the life he chose for himself to be. While his family was in city in their suburb, his sisters happily married with kids and probably all visiting their parents house, Meyer kept the shop open. With quiet soft rock music playing on the speakers, Meyer was more at peace than he ever would be at the family home around the chaos and looks of pity. Visiting his parents, in recent years, became more of a private thing, a surprise visit every now and then. He hadn't even met his nieces and nephews because who would want an ex addict for an uncle?
Glancing out the window, Meyer watched as the older people who's families stopped visiting, wandering into the few open shops, hoping they would come in. Of course they didn't though, since his shop was more geared toward the towns young musicians. Bobbing his head a little in boredom, Meyer felt his stomach rumble some and stood to go warm himself up a frozen meal. He never really expected the shop to have customers on holiday's, but he always kept it open in case anyone or their families wanted to come in and bond over music.
With his house portion of the shop being more quiet than the store part, Meyer listened to the hum of the microwave as his food spun around in circles. Some might look at him and think he must be some weird loner with an obsession with music, and they weren't necessarily wrong, but Meyer chosen this for himself and embraced it while he helped people discover their love for music and making music. It was only moment's like this, with the shop empty and his family doing their own festivities without him, that he felt lonely.
Just as the microwave beeped, Meyer heard the ring of the door opening. Both confusion and excitement ran through him as he grabbed and fumbled with the hot piece of cardboard with fake ravioli and hurried back to the front area. "Ow, shit." He swore as he tried to adjust the food in his hands so he wouldn't burn himself. As he got toward the desk to quickly put the food down he began his spiel, "welcome to Meyer's Music what can I help you find today?" He asked and finally looked up at the stranger, the very attractive stranger. He'd never seen this man around before, he would've noticed. So, Meyer put on a friendly smile and went to stick his hand out to shake the strangers until he noticed the head of a chihuahua peaking out of the man's jacket, "that's a chihuahua, in a jacket inside a jacket." And instead of shaking the strangers hand, he moved his hand to let the little creature smell him before giving him a little scratch behind the ears, "aren't you just cute."
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Wynn Jones
Wynn was a little surprised to Jenny whipping open the door to throw her arms around him, to which he reciprocated by slipping his arms around her waist, careful not to get blood on her from his arm or face. "Hey." He told her quietly. While he wanted to play off that what his mom did wasn't a big deal, her pulling a knife on him did somewhat have him shaken up a bit. But with Jenny with him, at her house, his anxieties were hidden by what he felt for this girl. He gently let go of her waist when she pulled away and furrowed her brows at the cut from his moms nails, "uhm, yeah her nails are long." He told her, trying not to go into too much detail, "I'm here though." He gave the girl a small reassuring smile.
As her parents appeared in the doorway, Wynn's anxieties spiked once more with worry that they won't like him and will kick him out. Do they know about the crushes that Jenny and Wynn shared? Would they hate him if they knew about his mom? With a polite and meek smile as they began to introduce themselves, Wynn held his hand out to shake her dads, "I'm Wynn." He told them and gave his mom a little nod as well. He could see the concern on her face and he used his sleeve to swipe again at the little cuts on his face when she pointed out that he was still bleeding. "Oh, uhm, yeah." He said in response. How would he tell these three the extent of what had happened at the acreage? 'yeah I burnt my moms bible then she came at me with a knife and called me the devil' isn't the best way to impress someone's parents.
Wynn could tell they had some guests in the house and the boy didn't exactly want to be interrupting anything but it was a holiday, and whatever he had to endure at the acreage would've been worse if he hadn't left. The boy glanced toward the sound of people, not much wanting to be seen then looked at Jenny to give her a look to silently tell her 'I'm uncomfortable' and hoped maybe his body language would show just that. She seemed to get it as she began to take him toward the stairs. The bird was also something new for him. Like they had some beneficial animals on the acreage, like a few cows, chickens, etc. But never any pets. He couldn't help but smile as it moved to her shoulder and they were heading up the stairs.
From what Wynn could tell, this is what normal was supposed to be like, and he hoped more than anything that he could fit in in an environment like this, since the party he'd had AB townies messaging him every now and then, so they seemed to like him enough, but anyone associated with her ex just called him Jesus Freak and all those weird nicknames. The boy was busy looking at decorations and pictures on the wall that he almost missed Jenny talking to him then admiring him. His smirk was a little mischievous as he lightly wrapped a strand of hair, that the little bird had pulled out, around his finger before letting it drop. "I know, don't worry about it." He tried to mask his tone into calmness but little hints of excitement slipped out.
When they got to his room he glanced inside and looked around as he set his backpack on the bed. He didn't have much to begin with so the backpack with a few shirts, a few pants, and his tablet wouldn't take up too much room. Luckily the guest room was decorated to be warm and welcoming with, of course, a few house storage items leaning against a wall. The boy didn't want to unpack what little he had in front of the girl so he went back over to curiously check out the little bird as she introduced it to him, "Marsha, that's cute." He told the girl as he held out a hand for the little thing to step on and rush up to his shoulder. He couldn't help but laugh as it picked at his curls, "that kinda tickles." He told Jenny and lightly used his finger to scritch the top of the birds head. He looked to the girl and lightly wrapped his arms around her, "thanks for doing this." He told her quietly both happy that he was starting a new life and sad about what he went through to get to it.
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Wynn was a little surprised to Jenny whipping open the door to throw her arms around him, to which he reciprocated by slipping his arms around her waist, careful not to get blood on her from his arm or face. "Hey." He told her quietly. While he wanted to play off that what his mom did wasn't a big deal, her pulling a knife on him did somewhat have him shaken up a bit. But with Jenny with him, at her house, his anxieties were hidden by what he felt for this girl. He gently let go of her waist when she pulled away and furrowed her brows at the cut from his moms nails, "uhm, yeah her nails are long." He told her, trying not to go into too much detail, "I'm here though." He gave the girl a small reassuring smile.
As her parents appeared in the doorway, Wynn's anxieties spiked once more with worry that they won't like him and will kick him out. Do they know about the crushes that Jenny and Wynn shared? Would they hate him if they knew about his mom? With a polite and meek smile as they began to introduce themselves, Wynn held his hand out to shake her dads, "I'm Wynn." He told them and gave his mom a little nod as well. He could see the concern on her face and he used his sleeve to swipe again at the little cuts on his face when she pointed out that he was still bleeding. "Oh, uhm, yeah." He said in response. How would he tell these three the extent of what had happened at the acreage? 'yeah I burnt my moms bible then she came at me with a knife and called me the devil' isn't the best way to impress someone's parents.
Wynn could tell they had some guests in the house and the boy didn't exactly want to be interrupting anything but it was a holiday, and whatever he had to endure at the acreage would've been worse if he hadn't left. The boy glanced toward the sound of people, not much wanting to be seen then looked at Jenny to give her a look to silently tell her 'I'm uncomfortable' and hoped maybe his body language would show just that. She seemed to get it as she began to take him toward the stairs. The bird was also something new for him. Like they had some beneficial animals on the acreage, like a few cows, chickens, etc. But never any pets. He couldn't help but smile as it moved to her shoulder and they were heading up the stairs.
From what Wynn could tell, this is what normal was supposed to be like, and he hoped more than anything that he could fit in in an environment like this, since the party he'd had AB townies messaging him every now and then, so they seemed to like him enough, but anyone associated with her ex just called him Jesus Freak and all those weird nicknames. The boy was busy looking at decorations and pictures on the wall that he almost missed Jenny talking to him then admiring him. His smirk was a little mischievous as he lightly wrapped a strand of hair, that the little bird had pulled out, around his finger before letting it drop. "I know, don't worry about it." He tried to mask his tone into calmness but little hints of excitement slipped out.
When they got to his room he glanced inside and looked around as he set his backpack on the bed. He didn't have much to begin with so the backpack with a few shirts, a few pants, and his tablet wouldn't take up too much room. Luckily the guest room was decorated to be warm and welcoming with, of course, a few house storage items leaning against a wall. The boy didn't want to unpack what little he had in front of the girl so he went back over to curiously check out the little bird as she introduced it to him, "Marsha, that's cute." He told the girl as he held out a hand for the little thing to step on and rush up to his shoulder. He couldn't help but laugh as it picked at his curls, "that kinda tickles." He told Jenny and lightly used his finger to scritch the top of the birds head. He looked to the girl and lightly wrapped his arms around her, "thanks for doing this." He told her quietly both happy that he was starting a new life and sad about what he went through to get to it.
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Dakota Harvard
Being back in Anchor Bay was exhausting for Dakota. Between her parents suffocating her and trying to mend old friendships that she had once abandoned, Dakota felt her mental health hurting. Being back in Anchor Bay was lonely, despite everyone who lived there. She had thought at the time of her diagnosis that leaving was the best option to avoid hurting everyone she loved but now she could see that leaving them behind with no explanation or reason was the thing that hurt them most. She had spent years in pain, grieving over the life she was losing. The news of her remission was sudden, fast paced. Suddenly she didn't need to live in a hospital, she could go out on her own, see the world. But, something about Anchor Bay was calling to her despite losing all of her early 20's to cancer.
Dakota's parents had been excited for her to move back, they even set up her old room the way it had been before she left but living with her parents after years of them holding her hand, crying over her, grieving the daughter they almost lost, it was all too much to jump back into. She needed something for herself, to do something with some of the saving she had saved for her and Jay to travel after high school. She knew what she wanted the moment she saw that tiny home on the real-estate page. It was inexpensive and of course if she wanted to travel she could rent it to tourists during busy season. So she bought it.
But it was now the Holiday, Thanksgiving, and Dakota had been dreading it. Her mom, since she moved back, has been referring to Thanksgiving as 'our first holiday out of the hospital'. Dakota didn't see the point of it. What was there to be Thankful for? Years of suffering only to be magically okay again? Of course they chose to go with the old traditions too; pin the feather on the turkey, the parade on the T.V., pie baking with her mom. She loved it but she also hated how juvenile it made her feel, the reminders of how much time she lost. So, once dinner was done and the dishes were wash, Dakota decided she needed air, "I'm going to go for a walk then head home, I'll visit again soon once I'm settled in." She told her mom and pressed a kiss to the top of the woman's head.
"Okay kota-bear, you be safe." The lovely woman told her daughter as Dakota exited her family home. She instantly felt relief the moment she stepped out into the cold evening air. She loved her parents and appreciated everything they did for her, but now she needed to do things for herself. So, she stuff her hands into her jacket pockets and began her trek through the town. For the most part not much has changed besides a few shops here and there. Even the music shop surprised her. It was like life was breathed into the town while her life had deteriorated. She knew she wanted to back to her little home, but she was 24 and it was a holiday. Even her parents had avoided letting her have the wine like she was still a teenager. She needed a drink, her first real drink. Glancing up and down the street she spotted a bar and made her way there.
Inside was almost dead. Of course she expected that though, for it being a holiday. It kinda made her like that about the bar though, she wanted to try something knew without bumping into anyone she once knew. Going over to the bar, the bartender stared at the girl while cleaning a cup. She knew she still looked young. She had always been short, baby faced, and being as thin as she was, she knew he was about to ask for I.D. With a sigh and an eyeroll, Dakota pulled out her wallet and showed the man her I.D. which clearly stated she was 24. "Can I get a shot of vodka, and a long island iced tea?" Obviously the man didn't seem to believe her I.D. from what she had ordered but she didn't care, she hadn't ever ordered from a bar before and wanted to play it safe.
Once the drinks were in front of her, she slid up onto the bar stool and instantly downed the shot. The liquid burned down her throat. She knew what vodka tasted like, it wasn't like she hadn't drank in high school at parties, but the faint memory of what it tasted like almost shocked her as the burn from the current shot still lingered. Okay, she doesn't like vodka. Taking a sip from the cocktail he had made, Dakota sat, staring down at the carvings of initials and words on the bar top as she tried to remember what she had tried for alcohol back in high school.
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Being back in Anchor Bay was exhausting for Dakota. Between her parents suffocating her and trying to mend old friendships that she had once abandoned, Dakota felt her mental health hurting. Being back in Anchor Bay was lonely, despite everyone who lived there. She had thought at the time of her diagnosis that leaving was the best option to avoid hurting everyone she loved but now she could see that leaving them behind with no explanation or reason was the thing that hurt them most. She had spent years in pain, grieving over the life she was losing. The news of her remission was sudden, fast paced. Suddenly she didn't need to live in a hospital, she could go out on her own, see the world. But, something about Anchor Bay was calling to her despite losing all of her early 20's to cancer.
Dakota's parents had been excited for her to move back, they even set up her old room the way it had been before she left but living with her parents after years of them holding her hand, crying over her, grieving the daughter they almost lost, it was all too much to jump back into. She needed something for herself, to do something with some of the saving she had saved for her and Jay to travel after high school. She knew what she wanted the moment she saw that tiny home on the real-estate page. It was inexpensive and of course if she wanted to travel she could rent it to tourists during busy season. So she bought it.
But it was now the Holiday, Thanksgiving, and Dakota had been dreading it. Her mom, since she moved back, has been referring to Thanksgiving as 'our first holiday out of the hospital'. Dakota didn't see the point of it. What was there to be Thankful for? Years of suffering only to be magically okay again? Of course they chose to go with the old traditions too; pin the feather on the turkey, the parade on the T.V., pie baking with her mom. She loved it but she also hated how juvenile it made her feel, the reminders of how much time she lost. So, once dinner was done and the dishes were wash, Dakota decided she needed air, "I'm going to go for a walk then head home, I'll visit again soon once I'm settled in." She told her mom and pressed a kiss to the top of the woman's head.
"Okay kota-bear, you be safe." The lovely woman told her daughter as Dakota exited her family home. She instantly felt relief the moment she stepped out into the cold evening air. She loved her parents and appreciated everything they did for her, but now she needed to do things for herself. So, she stuff her hands into her jacket pockets and began her trek through the town. For the most part not much has changed besides a few shops here and there. Even the music shop surprised her. It was like life was breathed into the town while her life had deteriorated. She knew she wanted to back to her little home, but she was 24 and it was a holiday. Even her parents had avoided letting her have the wine like she was still a teenager. She needed a drink, her first real drink. Glancing up and down the street she spotted a bar and made her way there.
Inside was almost dead. Of course she expected that though, for it being a holiday. It kinda made her like that about the bar though, she wanted to try something knew without bumping into anyone she once knew. Going over to the bar, the bartender stared at the girl while cleaning a cup. She knew she still looked young. She had always been short, baby faced, and being as thin as she was, she knew he was about to ask for I.D. With a sigh and an eyeroll, Dakota pulled out her wallet and showed the man her I.D. which clearly stated she was 24. "Can I get a shot of vodka, and a long island iced tea?" Obviously the man didn't seem to believe her I.D. from what she had ordered but she didn't care, she hadn't ever ordered from a bar before and wanted to play it safe.
Once the drinks were in front of her, she slid up onto the bar stool and instantly downed the shot. The liquid burned down her throat. She knew what vodka tasted like, it wasn't like she hadn't drank in high school at parties, but the faint memory of what it tasted like almost shocked her as the burn from the current shot still lingered. Okay, she doesn't like vodka. Taking a sip from the cocktail he had made, Dakota sat, staring down at the carvings of initials and words on the bar top as she tried to remember what she had tried for alcohol back in high school.
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Dakota Harvard
Dakota heard the chime of the bell that was above the door and glanced over to see a guy with ice blonde hair walk in. She had kinda hoped someone she knew would come in, someone she could reconnect with. Maybe meeting someone new wouldn't be so bad, she had succeeded in having everyone hate her anyway. She turned her eyes back down to the drink in front of her as the stranger approached the bar and ordered his drinks. He didn't look like someone she would be friends with; he looked moody and seemed to have an alternative style. But overall she did probably look just as moody and unfriendly at the moment.
The girl couldn't help but cast another curious glance as he threw the shots back with no problem and furrowed her brows slightly. When she had done one, it burned and tasted bitter. He just drank them like water. She was about to ask how he just did that when he was the one to speak first, of course along the topic of the holidays, "oh... not lately, no." She said with a small shrug and took a sip from her glass, "I'm guessing you're not either? Since we're the only two people in the bar." She asked and glanced at the bartender who was still eyeing her suspiciously. She wanted so badly to tell the nosy man that she was 24.
Looking back to Vanja she pointed to the shot glasses, "I tried one and almost spit it out." She said with a smile to try and diverge the conversation away from the holidays. She didn't exactly want to explain to anyone that she felt suffocated by her loving parents, otherwise she'd just seem spoiled without explaining why they were the way they were... Which was a whole other conversation she didn't want to get into. So, again with the shots, "you took those like it was water. I'm Dakota, you must be new-ish to town." The girl by all means didn't know everyone, especially not the ones who moved to Anchor Bay after she left.
Dakota finished off her drink and looked to the bartender expectantly. She was enjoying the sweet cocktail and was sort of nervous to try anything different, so she watched as the older man began to make her another one. While she didn't know the guy at all, the was a little excited to not be a bar for the first time, alone, on a holiday. And he seemed to be in just as bad of a mood as she was, "and more of those shots please?" She asked the man as he placed her drink down, pouring out a few more for the two of them. She could already feel what she had drank before starting to take affect, she felt more brave now, "so since we're both in a bar alone on a holiday, I say more shots are worth it." The told the blonde as she slid two of the four shots the bartender had poured, "he doesn't think I'm 24." She said, referencing the bar tender as she took one of the shots, making a sour face from the taste it left. "Drink up."
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Dakota heard the chime of the bell that was above the door and glanced over to see a guy with ice blonde hair walk in. She had kinda hoped someone she knew would come in, someone she could reconnect with. Maybe meeting someone new wouldn't be so bad, she had succeeded in having everyone hate her anyway. She turned her eyes back down to the drink in front of her as the stranger approached the bar and ordered his drinks. He didn't look like someone she would be friends with; he looked moody and seemed to have an alternative style. But overall she did probably look just as moody and unfriendly at the moment.
The girl couldn't help but cast another curious glance as he threw the shots back with no problem and furrowed her brows slightly. When she had done one, it burned and tasted bitter. He just drank them like water. She was about to ask how he just did that when he was the one to speak first, of course along the topic of the holidays, "oh... not lately, no." She said with a small shrug and took a sip from her glass, "I'm guessing you're not either? Since we're the only two people in the bar." She asked and glanced at the bartender who was still eyeing her suspiciously. She wanted so badly to tell the nosy man that she was 24.
Looking back to Vanja she pointed to the shot glasses, "I tried one and almost spit it out." She said with a smile to try and diverge the conversation away from the holidays. She didn't exactly want to explain to anyone that she felt suffocated by her loving parents, otherwise she'd just seem spoiled without explaining why they were the way they were... Which was a whole other conversation she didn't want to get into. So, again with the shots, "you took those like it was water. I'm Dakota, you must be new-ish to town." The girl by all means didn't know everyone, especially not the ones who moved to Anchor Bay after she left.
Dakota finished off her drink and looked to the bartender expectantly. She was enjoying the sweet cocktail and was sort of nervous to try anything different, so she watched as the older man began to make her another one. While she didn't know the guy at all, the was a little excited to not be a bar for the first time, alone, on a holiday. And he seemed to be in just as bad of a mood as she was, "and more of those shots please?" She asked the man as he placed her drink down, pouring out a few more for the two of them. She could already feel what she had drank before starting to take affect, she felt more brave now, "so since we're both in a bar alone on a holiday, I say more shots are worth it." The told the blonde as she slid two of the four shots the bartender had poured, "he doesn't think I'm 24." She said, referencing the bar tender as she took one of the shots, making a sour face from the taste it left. "Drink up."
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Dakota Harvard
Dakota was enjoying this conversation with this guy Vanja. While he wasn't the type of person she would usually make an effort to talk to, he was actually being pleasant. The girl listened intently to him talking about Slovakia and the alcoholism it endured, and while it could've been sad she laughed a little, most likely due to the alcohol, "well that doesn't sound ideal does it?" The alcohol had her smiling from ear to ear. She then learned his name and that he did attend the school. From that she guessed he must've been a bit younger than her. That's the thing, she missed so much she didn't know any of the new people even though they'd been in the town for a while, "oh cool, I lived here when I was younger, but I moved and now I'm back." She told him. It was a small explanation but it would do.
The girl watched how easily he drank the shots and cringed a little at it, "still crazy even with Slovakian alcoholic tendencies." She stated with a laugh. His next question also made her want to laugh but she chose not to as she didn't want to be rude, "actually no, this is my first time in a bar?" She said as if it was more of a question which only had the bartender narrowing his eyes. "I was sick for a few years, all opportunities of the first few years in my twenties were thrown out the window." She finally explained but again, the details in her words were very hesitant and non descriptive, "but noooow I'm in a bar and taking real shots that don't come from someone's parents liquor cabinet." She said with a giggle, not realizing her words might've told him just how young she had been when she got sick. It was all the shots kicking in.
The shots were probably why she took no offence to him pointing out that she didn't seem like a heavy drinker. He wasn't wrong though, she wasn't at all. "My parents didn't even let me have wine with them tonight at dinner." She said with a shrug, sipping her drink once again till it was gone. At this rate the girl would be stumbling home, "this bar is so fun." She told him with a smile, though the bar was basically made of chirping crickets, but she was just feeling bubbly and warm, "ohhh what's this?" She asked as she inspected the new shot placed in front of her. After cheersing with him she took it and then looked at the man in disbelief, "wow that was yummy. Waaaay better than vodka." She laughed again. "You know, you've been the first nice person to me since I moved back, and I don't even know you that well." She told him with a smile.
It was then the bartender seemed to realize who she was and a look of pity crossed his face. The man opened his mouth to say something but Dakota had recognized the look on his face before he could say anything and gave him a pointed look. She didn't want this stranger to know just how sick she had been. She knew a lot of people in town, if they had been in town a long time, would know her dad and what happened to his daughter. She didn't want that. Looking to Vanja her mood somewhat changed she asked, "these stools are uncomfy, wanna move to a booth?" Without an answer the girl grabbed their drinks off the bar and hurried to somewhere away from the bartender so he wouldn't say anything to give away to the stranger where she had actually been.
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Dakota was enjoying this conversation with this guy Vanja. While he wasn't the type of person she would usually make an effort to talk to, he was actually being pleasant. The girl listened intently to him talking about Slovakia and the alcoholism it endured, and while it could've been sad she laughed a little, most likely due to the alcohol, "well that doesn't sound ideal does it?" The alcohol had her smiling from ear to ear. She then learned his name and that he did attend the school. From that she guessed he must've been a bit younger than her. That's the thing, she missed so much she didn't know any of the new people even though they'd been in the town for a while, "oh cool, I lived here when I was younger, but I moved and now I'm back." She told him. It was a small explanation but it would do.
The girl watched how easily he drank the shots and cringed a little at it, "still crazy even with Slovakian alcoholic tendencies." She stated with a laugh. His next question also made her want to laugh but she chose not to as she didn't want to be rude, "actually no, this is my first time in a bar?" She said as if it was more of a question which only had the bartender narrowing his eyes. "I was sick for a few years, all opportunities of the first few years in my twenties were thrown out the window." She finally explained but again, the details in her words were very hesitant and non descriptive, "but noooow I'm in a bar and taking real shots that don't come from someone's parents liquor cabinet." She said with a giggle, not realizing her words might've told him just how young she had been when she got sick. It was all the shots kicking in.
The shots were probably why she took no offence to him pointing out that she didn't seem like a heavy drinker. He wasn't wrong though, she wasn't at all. "My parents didn't even let me have wine with them tonight at dinner." She said with a shrug, sipping her drink once again till it was gone. At this rate the girl would be stumbling home, "this bar is so fun." She told him with a smile, though the bar was basically made of chirping crickets, but she was just feeling bubbly and warm, "ohhh what's this?" She asked as she inspected the new shot placed in front of her. After cheersing with him she took it and then looked at the man in disbelief, "wow that was yummy. Waaaay better than vodka." She laughed again. "You know, you've been the first nice person to me since I moved back, and I don't even know you that well." She told him with a smile.
It was then the bartender seemed to realize who she was and a look of pity crossed his face. The man opened his mouth to say something but Dakota had recognized the look on his face before he could say anything and gave him a pointed look. She didn't want this stranger to know just how sick she had been. She knew a lot of people in town, if they had been in town a long time, would know her dad and what happened to his daughter. She didn't want that. Looking to Vanja her mood somewhat changed she asked, "these stools are uncomfy, wanna move to a booth?" Without an answer the girl grabbed their drinks off the bar and hurried to somewhere away from the bartender so he wouldn't say anything to give away to the stranger where she had actually been.
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Some moments seem as if they might be going all too well and for Carson, she was having this moment, she was proving to everyone that she could in fact follow a recipe and make something edible. Nothing had gone wrong and that should have been the first sign that life was being too kind, and she had let her shields down just a bit too far because then she turned and heard the rattling. She then watched as the bird began to explode, and then in no time catch on fire. She looked at the gremlin before her capturing it all on film and she was ready to hurl Ivy right out a window, and if she broke something on the way down, she would have deserved it.
Instead, Carson rushed through Mildred’s place and eventually found the fire extinguisher. Carson wasn’t sure if it was in date but at this point, she didn’t have much to go with as the smoke detectors started to go off. She was quick to pull the pin and aim the extinguisher and through some luck of whatever higher being existed the fire extinguisher worked, and the flames were going down. Finally, all that was left was smoke and very destroyed oven. She whirled to face the younger girl, “You!” and of course Ivy feigned innocence with her, “You destroyed the oven after I offered you a nice dinner. Go. Sit. Down. “She wasn’t going to kick the girl out regardless of the anger that was coursing through her veins.
All she could do was stare at the charred bird and oven broken over the failure even with every step followed. She was going to have to figure out how to replace the oven within a month and explain to Mildred what happened. Discussions she didn’t plan to have today, because even if her holiday was ruined before it started, she wasn’t about to ruin Mildred’s time with her family.
She made her way over to Ivy, “I get you don’t have an actual family, but destroying property isn’t right. This isn’t my house it’s Mildred’s and I need you to respect her house. I don’t care what respect you give me. I’ll order us a pizza while we wait for actual food. I’m getting pepperoni because I don’t care to hear you wild concoction of pizza toppings today.” Carson was fed up with Ivy but she knew the girl needed a family that wouldn’t abandon her, and as much as Carson really wanted to send her back, she let her stay and placed another cup of juice in front of the young girl before ordering a pizza.
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Meyer took notice of the mans silence as he lightly scratched the excited little dogs head. Without speaking though, he glanced at the man and raised an eyebrow. A shadow of a smirk was on his lips as the stranger seemed to be entranced in some way but he didn't say anything, waiting for him to snap out of it. It hadn't taken long for the stranger to realize that he hadn't spoken though because almost as soon as he was out of his mini trance, he had the dog unzipped from his coat and held out in front of him. So the dogs name was Scooby. "I'll gladly hold the little guy." Meyer responded and took the little dog into his arms.
As the dog began to excitedly lick at Meyer's neck, Meyer couldn't help but chuckle and scratch the little ones head again, "so I know the dogs name is Scooby, but how about I get his just as handsome owners name?" He asked, the sneaky compliment lingering between them as he nodded for the stranger to follow, "welcome to my shop, I'm Meyer. Hence the shop name." He introduced with a wink and began walking around the shop with the little dog, showing off the different sections of music and instruments. The town didn't have many prospects for him, sure there were a few hook ups with tourists and all that every now and then, but the next tourist season wouldn't be until the festival. The months between summer and winter usually ended up in him being alone. This handsome stranger though, felt different. The vibe was different and he didn't know how to explain.
"And finally here's the rock. The best section." Meyer said pointedly and turned to the man with a smile, "if you need anything I will be at the front spoiling your dog." He nodded and went back to the front till. The man leaned down to grab a blanket from under the till and set it on the counter, shaping it into a little bed before he placed the dog in it. Every now and then he would glance up to see Scooby's owner browsing and would quickly look back down and take another bite of his food. He could see the dog curiously sniffing the air as if it disapproved of what he was eating. With a small chuckle he leaned in to the dog, "it's not that tasty, trust me." He said in a whisper and when it was finished, chucked the empty box into a garbage before promptly going back to petting the happy dog.
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Meyer took notice of the mans silence as he lightly scratched the excited little dogs head. Without speaking though, he glanced at the man and raised an eyebrow. A shadow of a smirk was on his lips as the stranger seemed to be entranced in some way but he didn't say anything, waiting for him to snap out of it. It hadn't taken long for the stranger to realize that he hadn't spoken though because almost as soon as he was out of his mini trance, he had the dog unzipped from his coat and held out in front of him. So the dogs name was Scooby. "I'll gladly hold the little guy." Meyer responded and took the little dog into his arms.
As the dog began to excitedly lick at Meyer's neck, Meyer couldn't help but chuckle and scratch the little ones head again, "so I know the dogs name is Scooby, but how about I get his just as handsome owners name?" He asked, the sneaky compliment lingering between them as he nodded for the stranger to follow, "welcome to my shop, I'm Meyer. Hence the shop name." He introduced with a wink and began walking around the shop with the little dog, showing off the different sections of music and instruments. The town didn't have many prospects for him, sure there were a few hook ups with tourists and all that every now and then, but the next tourist season wouldn't be until the festival. The months between summer and winter usually ended up in him being alone. This handsome stranger though, felt different. The vibe was different and he didn't know how to explain.
"And finally here's the rock. The best section." Meyer said pointedly and turned to the man with a smile, "if you need anything I will be at the front spoiling your dog." He nodded and went back to the front till. The man leaned down to grab a blanket from under the till and set it on the counter, shaping it into a little bed before he placed the dog in it. Every now and then he would glance up to see Scooby's owner browsing and would quickly look back down and take another bite of his food. He could see the dog curiously sniffing the air as if it disapproved of what he was eating. With a small chuckle he leaned in to the dog, "it's not that tasty, trust me." He said in a whisper and when it was finished, chucked the empty box into a garbage before promptly going back to petting the happy dog.
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Dakota slid into the booth and pushed his drink across the table for him with a smile. She knew she didn't want pity from this man, though she had a feeling he wouldn't react the way that most strangers do when her parents show her off like a trophy. She always got the 'oh I'm so sorry' or 'you're very brave' like sorry for what? Her own body betraying her? And it's not like she was a veteran or anything, how was she brave? She got sick and then it went away. Dakota came to know that she wasn't afraid of death. It happened. If you die you die, if you live you live. But with her, she felt like she missed out on so much. Like going to the bar for the first time with her friends, meeting someone, potentially marrying them, or even just going to college and getting a good job, or travelling. She missed out on it all.
"I just want to do or try new things. It's been so boring, and I've missed out on a lot." Dakota finally said with a shrug, "even my ex has moved on and had a kid. Why do I gotta miss out on everything?" She huffed and took a long drink from her glass. Yeah, she was drunk. Not that it would exactly take a lot of alcohol for her to get drunk. She was tiny, and she only ever drank in high school. Her tolerance for alcohol was close to none. But this was the most fun, even if it was sort of boring, that she had in a long time. The stranger didn't know it, even with as quiet as he was, he brought her more joy than anyone in the last few years had.
Finishing off one of the drinks she had taken to the table she moved on to the next, "I haven't even had sex since high school. And we all know the awkward first time in a car is not ideal to have the greatest time. I just want my family to let go of the strings they have tied around my life and let me go do fun things. Meet new people." She rambled and narrowed her eyes at the table as she fidgeted with the straw in the glass. Normally she wouldn't even be brave enough to talk about these things, let alone to a stranger, between being experience deprived and drunk, the girl just let go of everything she had building up in her head. "Sorry, too much info. But I'm just very frustrated." She apologized to him with a meek smile.
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Dakota slid into the booth and pushed his drink across the table for him with a smile. She knew she didn't want pity from this man, though she had a feeling he wouldn't react the way that most strangers do when her parents show her off like a trophy. She always got the 'oh I'm so sorry' or 'you're very brave' like sorry for what? Her own body betraying her? And it's not like she was a veteran or anything, how was she brave? She got sick and then it went away. Dakota came to know that she wasn't afraid of death. It happened. If you die you die, if you live you live. But with her, she felt like she missed out on so much. Like going to the bar for the first time with her friends, meeting someone, potentially marrying them, or even just going to college and getting a good job, or travelling. She missed out on it all.
"I just want to do or try new things. It's been so boring, and I've missed out on a lot." Dakota finally said with a shrug, "even my ex has moved on and had a kid. Why do I gotta miss out on everything?" She huffed and took a long drink from her glass. Yeah, she was drunk. Not that it would exactly take a lot of alcohol for her to get drunk. She was tiny, and she only ever drank in high school. Her tolerance for alcohol was close to none. But this was the most fun, even if it was sort of boring, that she had in a long time. The stranger didn't know it, even with as quiet as he was, he brought her more joy than anyone in the last few years had.
Finishing off one of the drinks she had taken to the table she moved on to the next, "I haven't even had sex since high school. And we all know the awkward first time in a car is not ideal to have the greatest time. I just want my family to let go of the strings they have tied around my life and let me go do fun things. Meet new people." She rambled and narrowed her eyes at the table as she fidgeted with the straw in the glass. Normally she wouldn't even be brave enough to talk about these things, let alone to a stranger, between being experience deprived and drunk, the girl just let go of everything she had building up in her head. "Sorry, too much info. But I'm just very frustrated." She apologized to him with a meek smile.
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Dakota felt a frown turn her lips down some. Vanja was right about the others living but not being happy about it. Maybe that was the case for Jay? Like she definitely could not see him having a child intentionally. But she also didn't know him much anymore. Like her, he's probably changed a lot. Then, when he began talking about a past relationship she continued to feel sad. She broke others by just leaving, so was she just as bad as his ex? Maybe. Even if what she did wasn't intentionally bad. "I hurt the people I loved, not intentionally, but I still feel bad about it. But at the time I thought it was best for them to not sit around waiting for me to die or get better." She told him and finished her last drink off.
"But, now I just wanna experience things that I missed." Dakota told him before she stood and moved to sit beside him. But before kissing him she had to ask, "can I kiss you?" Her tone was more shy now, but she wanted to feel confident and like a normal girl in her twenties. So, when he gave her the go, the girl leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Eventually when she pulled away she felt like she needed to validate why she wanted to kiss him. "I don't want a relationship. With anyone. Be normal for once. But I wanna do normal things, like kissing somebody while I'm drunk." She said with a laugh. She didn't want to feel bad. It's not like Jay hasn't kissed anyone since she left, like he full on got a girl pregnant.
While Dakota didn't want pregnancy or a family just yet, she was jealous that others were able to do so with no problems in their lives. They probably did get to drink and party and travel and all that when they graduated but Dakota got treatments while laying in a hospital bed. Feeling like she was going to die but not dying. Her life was dragged out just for her to get better and miss everything that she could. While also being hovered by her parents wanting everything to be okay for her. She felt like she was a pre teen finally getting a longer curfew. She didn't feel like she had a lot going on.
The girl looked at her empty glasses then glanced at the bar before she looked back to Vanja, "I think I'm done with the alcohol, but if you want to come back to my house I'd like for this interaction to not end yet." She said with a smile. She didn't know where this burst of confidence came from, inviting a guy back to her place and all, but she kind of liked the way her heart was pattering from experiencing something new. She knew if Jay messaged her tomorrow to hang out she wouldn't be able to turn him down, but for right now she was drunk and attracted to the person she was sitting next to. Maybe it could be fun?
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Dakota felt a frown turn her lips down some. Vanja was right about the others living but not being happy about it. Maybe that was the case for Jay? Like she definitely could not see him having a child intentionally. But she also didn't know him much anymore. Like her, he's probably changed a lot. Then, when he began talking about a past relationship she continued to feel sad. She broke others by just leaving, so was she just as bad as his ex? Maybe. Even if what she did wasn't intentionally bad. "I hurt the people I loved, not intentionally, but I still feel bad about it. But at the time I thought it was best for them to not sit around waiting for me to die or get better." She told him and finished her last drink off.
"But, now I just wanna experience things that I missed." Dakota told him before she stood and moved to sit beside him. But before kissing him she had to ask, "can I kiss you?" Her tone was more shy now, but she wanted to feel confident and like a normal girl in her twenties. So, when he gave her the go, the girl leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Eventually when she pulled away she felt like she needed to validate why she wanted to kiss him. "I don't want a relationship. With anyone. Be normal for once. But I wanna do normal things, like kissing somebody while I'm drunk." She said with a laugh. She didn't want to feel bad. It's not like Jay hasn't kissed anyone since she left, like he full on got a girl pregnant.
While Dakota didn't want pregnancy or a family just yet, she was jealous that others were able to do so with no problems in their lives. They probably did get to drink and party and travel and all that when they graduated but Dakota got treatments while laying in a hospital bed. Feeling like she was going to die but not dying. Her life was dragged out just for her to get better and miss everything that she could. While also being hovered by her parents wanting everything to be okay for her. She felt like she was a pre teen finally getting a longer curfew. She didn't feel like she had a lot going on.
The girl looked at her empty glasses then glanced at the bar before she looked back to Vanja, "I think I'm done with the alcohol, but if you want to come back to my house I'd like for this interaction to not end yet." She said with a smile. She didn't know where this burst of confidence came from, inviting a guy back to her place and all, but she kind of liked the way her heart was pattering from experiencing something new. She knew if Jay messaged her tomorrow to hang out she wouldn't be able to turn him down, but for right now she was drunk and attracted to the person she was sitting next to. Maybe it could be fun?
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