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dashhastings·:

Dash was completely and wholeheartedly out of his element right now. He was an amateur in the dating league completely and Phoebe Stones was a wild card he wasn’t equipped to handle. If he was drinking water right now he would have spit it out in shock at her suggestion. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, blanket. I’ve got one of those. I mean not that I don’t want you to sit on me… oh my god did I just say that. Blanket. I’ve got a blanket.” Dash said as he leaned down fumbling with the blanket in his basket and laying it out for her. “ Jesus Christ,” Dash muttered running his hands through his hair. “I want to say I’m a lot more smooth than this but let’s be honest we both know that’s a lie.” He gave her a sheepish smile as he took a seat and patted the spot next to her. “So what won you over? Was it the food or the dad jokes?”

"All in good time, Dash. At least pour me a drink first." Phoebe teased, pretending to be taken back by his forwardness despite the fact she was already miles ahead of him. It was sweet, she supposed, the way he fumbled over his words and squirmed at nearly anything she did. Though she found it more amusing than anything else. "No need to freak out, you're far too handsome to be this nervous." Smirking when he patted the spot beside him, Phoebe wasted no time in seating herself beside him. "So it's not just my presence that's got you stuttering? I'm disappointed, I'm not going to lie. But keep running your hands through your hair and I'll get over it soon enough." Stretching out her legs and leaning back lazily on her elbows, Phoebe shrugged. "Honestly? Neither. The bottle of tequila caught my eye first." Unable to help herself, she looked at him as her lips curved into a sly grin. "You were a close second though."

#c: dash #( chats. ) #( backdated. ) #hgspringfling19 #( she's the worst i'm askfld. )

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margretxblackwell·:

Despite her ridiculous working hours, even someone like Maggie needed some time off. Usually, it was drinking or mingling with her siblings, yet, lately, neither seemed to work. Not when everyone was stressed; and, there was simply not enough alcohol in the world to get her to relax. So, instead, she did something she hadn’t done in decades. Picking up her ballet shoes, she found herself in a quieter corner of the studio, and it wasn’t long before Maggie lost herself in the sound of music, and the magic of the movement, not really paying attention to everything else around her.

Phoebe almost couldn’t believe her eyes, but after double taking, walking away and returning, she couldn’t deny what she was seeing. Margaret Blackwell looking, dare she say, relaxed. Glancing up at the sky to see if there were any pigs flying before pulling her gaze back to Maggie, she continued to look on until she was caught, her lips smoothing into a smug smirk in response. “Looking good, twinkle toes.”

#c: maggie #( chats. )

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marksdavenports·:

“I can pretend to be your boyfriend and make that creep go away.”

“Or, and hear me out - we could team up and kick him out ourselves. No acting needed, just pure aggression. Not that I’d be against playing house with you.”

#c: mark #( chats. )

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amberhorne·:

Amber had gotten her first and only two tattoos upon moving to New York City at the age of 18. They had been her little act of rebellion because her parents had hated them so much, and a way to signify that she was finally free from them. It was her chance to have more control over her own life. In the ten years that had since past, she had considered another tattoo or two but had never acted upon the thought. It was only since arriving in Hollow Grove that she started to consider actually going through with it. Who said an academic professional couldn’t have a few extra tattoos? Perhaps even a few that wouldn’t be completely covered by her clothing. It had taken a few months before the woman decided to actually visit the tattoo parlor, figuring she’d just stop in for a consultation if there was time. She had a good idea of what she wanted done, had thought about it for years, but wasn’t sure it would work. Amber was no artist and had trouble translating what she wanted in her head onto paper. “Hi.” she smiled as she made her way inside. “I was wondering if you had time for a tattoo consultation?”

"I've got an hour or so left, but I'd rather deal with you myself than leave you with Milo." It was one of the few times Phoebe stepped up to take responsibility, and while she detested it in her own way, this was what she had signed up for. And considering it was her only source of money, she needn't ruin it by leaving new customers with both her most mistrusted and trusted worker. Milo was exceptionally gifted with a tattoo gun, but he lacked social skills severely. With supervision, he excelled. Even if that supervision was Phoebe, who was more than often intoxicated on the job. Lucky for the pretty brunette, the werewolf was sober. "I'm Phoebe, by the way. And I'm more than happy to help you." Her customer service persona was on full now, even going as far to flash a rare toothy grin. There was still that dull edge to her tone though, she realised, despite her efforts convey otherwise. "Let's start with what you have in mind, then we can work from there."

#c: amber #( chats. )

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starlenaxstar·:

Letting out a small sigh, Star pulled another t-shirt out of the dryer and chucked it into her bag, set precariously atop the adjacent washer. The building itself was rather empty that time of day, with only a few people milling about and taking care of their own wash, but the young woman preferred it that way. Too much quiet time at the laundromat. People got to talking, tried to strike up conversations over a pile of unmentionables, which was just about the worst thing a person could do, she decided. Of course, that sentiment absolutely did not stop her from offering her own grievances to the air, or to whoever would listen.

“This is what someone needs to make a spell for. Shirtus cleanus or something, huh?” she spoke up wryly, offering a sideways smirk over her shoulder before continuing with her work. Normally, she did not mind chores. But these days, she felt like the hour she spent thumbing through the old celebrity magazine on the nearby bench may as well have been a wasted one. “You can have the rest of that detergent if you want it,” she continued, nodding at the open box she’d bought in the vending machine. “I’m all done, and I’ll just spill it if I try to take it with.” 

"I'm no witch, but that sounds like some Barry Pothead shit." Still, it would have been helpful. She didn't have many magical friends in that area, but Phoebe was familiar with the Supreme. Maybe she could inquire it with Issy? Making a mental note to do just that, the werewolf then turned to the other female and shrugged. "I'm never gonna turn down anything that's free." Helping herself the powder and using it for her own load of washing, Phoebe's gaze flickered back to the unknown female. Pretty, she thought to herself. Definitely a face she would have remembered crossing before. "What brings a girl like you to a dump like this?"

#c: starlena #( chats. )

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It had been a quieter shift than usual, leaving Phoebe wondering why she had bothered to show up in the first place. After all, she was the owner, if anyone could get away with it, it would have been her. A quick glance at Milo who was doodling in the corner made her correct her thoughts though, given the last time she had left him to run the parlor ended with her reluctantly giving out a refund and a free cover up after he misheard butterflies for french fries. An hour, she thought, that was all. She could wait an hour, especially with the help of — where was it? Phoebe's hand rummaged underneath the desk she was seated behind, determination gleaming in her eyes as she fumbled for the familiar feel of a bottles cap. Grinning when she found what she was looking for, the werewolf pulled it from under the desk with a silent nod of approval. The rim was only a few mere inches from her lips when Phoebe heard the bell ring, an obvious sign someone had entered. I'll come back to you, she silently promised as she frowned, wheeling back in her chair and storing the bottle in one of the near cupboards before moving forward again. "What can I do for you?" Phoebe asked, less enthusiastic than she thought she sounded as came to a stand, eyeing the pretty brunette standing opposite her.

#c: amber #( chats. ) #( pls ignore her walking away lmao. )

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ryannxweylyn·:

Ryann went out on a long run to not only keep her body in shape but to clear her head. Constantly being caught in trying to take down criminals through means of supplying mass amounts of information made her stir crazy. She already had enough issues and adding onto the crazy wasn’t something she wanted to deal with currently. As she got back into town from her run, she decided to head towards the nearest coffee shop just to pick up a bottle of water. She sat down outside to cool off, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin, until she heard someone walking closer. “Need something?” 

“Your number?” Phoebe answered instantly, not actually giving it thought until the words were out there, her lips twitching in amusement as she realised. “Nah, just looking for a spot to sit and smoke in peace.”

#c: ryann #( chats. )

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equivocalisms·:

Persephone was on break when she spotted the person walking over to her, she was in a fairly public area just outside her shop where she almost sat every time for Lunch. Pulling out her earbuds she started a conversation with the person that now sat beside her; “Catfishes are so weird-… like why make a person but then when the lie gets too big you just kill them off. It’s just so weird and some of the people on this show are so naive. I feel so bad for them” referencing to the show she had open on her mobile she had been watching; “Have you ever been in a situation like that before?”

"I can actually agree with you on that one," Phoebe said, mildly surprised they had actually found something they shared an opinion on. Posey’s cheery disposition couldn’t have been further opposite to Phoebe’s less than kind approach to life, and while she almost enjoyed the fact they could agree on something, she knew that would soon change as she continued. "Looks doesn't mean anything, what really matters is what's inside... their wallet."

#c: posey #( chats. )

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dashhastings·:

Spring Fling had always been one of Dash’s favorite town events. It held a lot of happy memories growing up for him and the Bachelor auction was always a lot of fun. Last year he’d gotten Ria and Dash had been saved from Mrs. Henderson another year. He had to admit he was surprised when he heard not only had his basket gotten the most bids but he’d been won by Phoebe Stones, who was an absolute stunner. Dash was 100% certain he couldn’t keep up with her but it would be amusing giving it a try. Spotting her in the crowd was easy as he maneuvered his way through all the people and he almost choked on his words when he heard what came out of her mouth. “Nice lingerie?” Dash’s voice went up about three octaves as he awkwardly cleared his throat rubbing the back of his neck before chuckling shaking his head. “I was going come over and crack some smooth line about snagging the most wanted bachelor in HG but shit you just stole all my thunder there.” He said full fledge laughing now. 

The way he reacted to her greeting only encouraged her further, painted lips curving into a slanted grin as she watched him break out into laughter. "You'll see soon enough," she half promised suggestively. "C'mon, are you gonna spread out a blanket or something for me to sit on?" Taking a deliberate step forward, she peered at him from underneath her lashes. "Or are you gonna suggest I sit on you instead?" Phoebe couldn't help herself now, snickering at her own comment as she shrugged off her jacket and tossed it to the side. "Not that I'd be against it — but I'd like to think the most wanted bachelor in Hollow Grove could pull off something better than that."

#c: dash #( chats. ) #hgspringfling19 #( backdated. )

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tobiaspierce·:

“Only if you want someone cleanin’ for you.” Everyone could pay for their own clean-up crew. Tobias had no intention of donating to that charity, even if he had more money than he knew what to do with. At her comment, Tobias lifted his brows in interest. Hmm. Something more fun than doing someone…nope, not a damn thing came to mind. Well, maybe one thing. “Doing someone twice.” His gaze stayed locked on hers, a hint of a smile on his face. “You doin’ anyone fun today?”

"I can barely sort my own shit out, never mind everyone else." It helped that her apartment was barely lived in, Phoebe found it easier not to cause that much of a mess when thinking of it as temporary accommodation. Even after being settled there for over two years, the only real thing to show for it was the clothes hanging in the wardrobe. Her smirked widened at his response, refusing to be the one to break the gaze as she leaned forward, pretending to be in deep thought. "Doing two people at once," she pitched finally, head tilting to the side in the slightest as her brow quirked upwards. "Depends. What are you doing later?"

#c: tobias #( chats. ) #hgspringfling19 #( backdated. )

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itskarasykes·:

“Fair point,” Kara flashed the woman a smile, more teasing than not. Phoebe had never been one to follow the rules so Kara had doubts about her willingness to participate in the town cleanup this morning, but that was okay. They had more than enough volunteers to achieve what they set out for without her. Kara just hoped she’d enjoy some portion of the celebration. “Of course I’ll be playing,” she said, as if there was no question. “I play every year. I take it you’ll be a cheerer, then?” 

"Oh, so you get to see him up close. Nice choice," she complimented, disregarding Kara's obvious skimming over her previous mention of Colton. "Now I can understand your eagerness." Shooting her a wink, Phoebe thought about her question before nodding, the smirk forming screaming nothing but bad intentions. "Definitely a cheerer. I want everyone to feel involved, you know?"

#c: kara #( chats. ) #hgspringfling19 #( backdated. )

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ariellamelamed·:

Ariella flashed a quick smile at the girl’s chipper comment. It was a good word to describe Ariella’s usual mood. And at the moment, the idea of ditching all this work for something fun definitely made her feel chipper. “In that case, let’s do it. And if margs aren’t your style, we can totally do something else. I love all the alcohol.” 

"All the alcohol?" Phoebe repeated, looking at the girl with an amused smirk. This was going to be fun. "I like the enthusiasm. C'mon, you can buy first round of all the alcohol."

#c: ariella #( chats. ) #hgspringfling19 #( backdated. )

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ned-ibarra·:

“That was just such a beautiful sentiment, Phoebs,” Ned deadpanned, one hand over his heart. “Doing your duty, making innuendos, complaining about it. No better way to show your town spirit.” 

"I could show the town my spiri-tits, if you'd prefer?" Phoebe offered, copying his movements and resting one hand on her chest.

#c: ned #( chats. ) #( backdated. ) #hgspringfling19