Mssofieyang:

mssofieyang‌:

Sofie nodded softly in understanding, splitting the scone in half so she could offer the other to her friend. She made a face at her words and shook her head. “More like he’d give me crap for not paying more attention, the guy is in security so he chooses every opportunity to drill in the importance of being aware of my surroundings and all that jazz. But if you’re brother says that again, you should hit him like I taught you. Its just a scone, they aren’t even that big” 

“Is your brother in town? I can’t remember if you told me or not,” Olivia asked. Her and Sofie, though friends, hadn’t spoken in too much detail about their families. Olivia preferred it that way, but as her mother said, whenever she had an inch she’d try to take a mile -- unless it was the scone they were sharing. Olivia took a bite out of her half, smiling as the dough melted on her tongue. “My little brother’s an asshole. It’s genetic,” she shrugged, “He only stops if you ignore him. Classic little bully.”

jhernandezlewis‌:

“If it makes you feel better it’s because it’s my favorite too, and not a lot of people order it.  So I wonder what that says about our tastes.” he offered with a light shrug  “Although, I make it so I’m biased and I think it renders us to be those blessed with mature palettes.”  The last bit was accompanied by a crack of a smile, a sign that he didn’t take it that seriously.  “But Joseph, Joe, J, pretty much anything other than Joey or JJ.”  He had sworn once he heard her name it would’ve clicked for him but there was nothing, synapses firing blank on all cylinders.

It was slow enough that everyone else had been taken care of, so he figured he could spare a few more moments in an attempt to see if he could find out something else that might help make sense of her identity.

“What do you do that’s got you out here drinking alone after work?” he questioned with a raised brow, clocking the scrubs.  “Doctor?  Vet?  Nurse?  Something else incredibly stressful?”  

“I like the way you think, Joe. I’m going to include ‘mature palette’ in the ‘other’ section of my resume,” Olivia said before taking a sip of her drink. He truly had remembered her order. Half the time, she couldn’t even remember her own order beyond vaguely describing some of its tastes. Luckily for her, the bartenders could put two and two together. 

Olivia laid her glass down at the question. As he guessed, she regarded him with a grin. ‘Doctor? Vet? Nurse? Something else incredibly stressful?’ Her mother wished, Olivia thought. With a shake of her head, Olivia shrugged off the left side of her cardigan to flash the embroidered “Spaology” and her name tag underneath. “Not quite as fancy, or loaded with student debt,” she said, lightly shimmying the cardigan back into place, “I’m a massage therapist and a certified esthetician. It’s only stressful if you consider taking away the aches, and wrinkles from the House Wives of Hopewell to be a noble pursuit.”

oliverbentleys‌:

“I’ll have to have them made for the next time we go on a class trip, then,” Oliver joked. “I’ll even have yours embroidered with the word ‘pal.’” Self deprecating humor was something that Oliver was good at. Especially when it came to all the ways working with kids had impacted the way he interacted with adults. “Is it sad that I’m looking forward to it?”

“Hey!” There was mock outrage in his voice over her judgment of his iced tea. “I was waiting for you,” he continued. “And trying to decide if I wanted a girly drink or if I wanted to be manly and drink something utterly disgusting.” Ollie Oxen-Free. Oliver snorted at that. “Did the marble make a reappearance? I’m thinking of getting a ferret, but I don’t know if they’re allowed as pets in Maine. I figure they’d be more rewarding than working with teenagers all day, but less needy than a dog.”

“Deal. Make sure you put ‘Old Sport,’ on yours, though. It’s only fair,” Olivia said. She rested her chin in her hand and smiled up at Ollie. Sometimes, she wondered what high school would have been like if there was someone like him working there. He was a friendly face in a crowd, and a lighthearted joke on a bad day. Maybe, someone like him would have encouraged her to strive for more, to look deeper at her hobbies, or maybe someone would have said something about what was right under their noses. That was all too deep to say in the middle of their usual playfulness, which was only made obvious by his mock outrage.

“Obviously, a girly drink. They have more alcohol, but do a great job at tricking you. Less tab, more fun,” Olivia said as she craned her neck to get a look for the bartenders. She looked over at the mention of ferret with a laugh. Of all the potentially illegal things to wonder about, of course, Ollie wondered about ferrets. “I would just do it. Who’s going to squeal on you for having a ferret? And even if they did, what are they going to do? Arrest you?”

jin_a_nana:

jhernandezlewis‌:

Starter for: @livvylcc Location: Midnight Brewery 

At least once a week, Joseph liked to get behind the bar.  Most of his time was spent in the actual brewery, and during the morning, so he rarely got to interact with customers and find out how the actual product was being received.  Thus, his bar nights.  He also liked to see if he could catch any familiar faces, knowing that a business’ foundation was built on regulars.  One face in particular stuck out to him and he couldn’t exactly figure out why. 

But he figured he’d find out tonight, as he saw her at the end of the bar, no drink in front of her.  He found it funny that he couldn’t remember why he knew her face, but could remember her drink.  Sliding it in front of her, he paused, before sticking out his hand. 

“Joseph.” he offered, not only hoping that her name might spark his memory, but also finding it only polite to know someone’s name before he practically led an inquisition on how they were liking the beers he spent so much time formulating, tweaking, and making.

Olivia was never a beer girl. Call her basic, but she always preferred something that was heavy handed on the vodka and light on the juice. Even when she was a teenager living in Maywood, stealing alcohol from the gas station, beer was her least favorite. Since returning to town, she developed a little bit of a palette for a nice brew. In particular, one of the beers at Midnight Brewery was great with a plate of wings, and it was the only beer she liked at this point. 

She was still in her work scrubs, a cardigan covering the embroidered Spaology on the top left corner, and looking to avoid going back to the apartment. Kat had a rehearsal, and it felt a little too early to call it a night. Drinking alone seemed particularly lonely, though, and she was trying to convince her brother to meet her to no response. 

Olivia just finished rolling her eyes at her little brother’s lack of response when a glass scraped across the countertop. She looked down at the glass with an arch of her brow. “Liv. I’m not sure what this says about my drinking that you remember my order,” she said with a light grin, maybe she was drinking too much lately. Olivia paused to raise the glass, “To you, Joseph? Joe? Do you have a preference?”