Location: Faux Folie

Open: Anyone~

It was a good day, a very good fucking day. Work went well, no one caused any unnecessary headaches, and Jack was in a good mood. And what better way to end the night than by getting drunk and dancing to music with strangers.

"Now darling dear" he drawled as he stood at the bar, "I get that I look like 1/4 Robocop, but if you keep staring like that I might have to end up buying you a drink"

Where: Street in front of The Church of the Holy Innocents, Manhattan

Who: Open to anyone

It was a brisk late afternoon when Jude stepped onto the street in front of the Church, his Church. At least he was responsible for it. Armed with a broom and a well worn winter coat, that covered his priests collar, he began his usual ritual of cleaning up the front steps, and the area around the doors. Especially the side entrance down to the shelter and kitchen. It might have seemed menial to many, a task that could easily be delegated to a volunteer or a deacon but the truth of it was that it was a mindless, relaxing activity that Jude found almost meditative. It also didn't hurt to walk around and make sure his leg got the exercise it needed, especially on cold days. He stopped and reaching into his pocket came out with only one glove. Looking around on the ground for the other. He spotted it at the side door entrance and reaching down to grab it felt someone move towards him. Looking up he nodded and said, "Happy New Year. I'm sorry, we haven't quite opened our doors yet for this afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?"

Location: Near any Subway Station For who: Anyone 7/10

Damien felt utterly naked. This was why he'd always prefer the safety of the dwellers' company; away from excessive greed, lust and betrayal. The stench of it lacked potency amongst the filth he'd grown accustomed to down in the dark and forgotten tunnels of the never sleeping city. But here, with so many strangers and without his cue stick, Damien felt almost defenseless; his sarcasm wasn't about to save him anytime soon. He gazed down at himself, taking a quick sniff. He'd cleaned up good today; not that he'd ever let himself smell remotely bad, but his clothes were passing. For a second there, he imagined himself at the MET, enjoying the art, but a quick look to his watch and his mood soured; it was too late. "Fuck me." He muttered to himself, finding himself unreasonably annoyed by the lingering festive vibe around him. Nagging his brother suddenly sounded like the best plan for the night. With that in mind, Damien did a 180 on his heels, ready to go, only to jump back at the sudden closeness of the person he'd almost bumped into in his hurry. "Jesus Christ! Sorry, I guess?"

Start with a drink. Who: Open Where: Faux Folie

He started with a drink, whenever he came to the double-f he liked to experience each of its levels let himself slowly sink into vice and relaxation, get lost in the atmosphere of hedonism savoring the taste of other people's mistakes before he made his own. He was in the middle of people watching when someone caught his eye and approached. He gave them a once over and a smile. "Alright, you have my attention, what will you do with it?"

While waiting on his drink, Santiago noticed the person next to him at the bar eyeing their now empty glass and, had the bartender not taken so long with his order, he wouldn't have felt the urge to engage in conversation. But he needed to have at least one talk that night that wasn't about hospitals which was what waited for him once he returned to the table where his colleagues were. Hospital colleagues, of course. ❝ I once met someone that would bring his own cups everywhere. Wouldn't allow anyone else to pour his drinks either. Cutlery as well. Everyone thought he was rather paranoid. ❞ He scoffed at the thought. Would've laughed too, but stopped himself as to not seem too insensitive. ❝ Turns out he was just a germaphobe. Your staring at the glass reminded me of that. ❞

OPEN TO: anyone and everyone. LOCATION / SETTING: The Cancún, hour before opening.

"We're closed," comes his flat voice from somewhere behind the bar, currently bent down to pick up a piece of trash that was missed by the person who closed. Gabriel is too particular about details, even if he has no business doing chores like this, usually up at the doors for the night. He got in an hour early and, lo and behold, forgot to lock the fucking door behind him. Now, someone is in the club with him. His fault.

"You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. At least go wait outside and drum up some hype for us." Not that the Cancún really needed it.

open to: all setting: the bar + close to the smoking area

Had anyone seen Rahi at the last city event, they would hardly recognize him now. An entirely good thing. Where melancholy had filled him previously, now there's a weight dropped off of strong shoulders. Much to Rahi's dislike, it's not an exact science — but little by little, he'd started to feel like himself again.

"I don't have a light," Rahi laughs, predicting a question that hadn't yet hit the air. It's a classic. The lights bathe him in alternating schemes of violets and blues. "I haven't smoked in — not that long, but long enough to feel superior about it." Honesty reframed into a harmless quip. "But the bartender really likes me, if you wanna order up."

where: brookfield place status: open

Making this trek wasn't just for Mah Ze Dar's brioche doughnuts wasn't worth it - considering she could have just as easily stopped in Midtown to achieve the same goal, but last minute shopping simply had to be done. Simple, yet expensive gifts were easy to find. And the lights here during the holidays took all of her worries away. Colorful, beautiful, relaxing. Finishing the last bite of her doughnut and wiping at her face, she stood - nearly making a mess of herself and walking into another passerby. Clearing her throat, she put on a polite, yet tight smile. "Excuse me. That's my bad. Should have looked where I was stepping -- You look in a hurry, are you?"

"All cops are bastards, even the shitty campus security police." Riley's eyes are bloodshot from having gotten barely a handful of hours of sleep over the last week. When they're not wading through case law and drafting motions for their clients, they're signing affidavits and reviewing bogus arrest warrants for a bunch of co-eds. With the explosion of activity on college campuses all around the country, they've been working as much as possible to make sure everyone is having their rights protected. They raise the half-open can of Red Bull in a mock toast. "The kids might be all right though. At least some of them."

For: Open Location: Somewhere in NYC at night

"Mierda." Veronica softly cursed, letting a small huff of frustration. It was past midnight on a Friday night, just gotten done with dancing the night away, and of course the universe decides to kill her car battery. She swore that she had made sure all the lights had been turned off before leaving it for the club that evening but either she wasn't fully paying attention, or she simply needed a new battery. Her guess would be that she was too focused on texting her friend who was helping watch Angel for the evening that she had arrived safely. She would've used her phone to text or call someone, but it had died about ten minutes ago which is what made her decide to call it a night to begin with. As she leaned against her car the woman tried to think of what to do in her current situation, and that's when she noticed someone that seemed to be the owner of the car behind her. She studied them for a second to see if she could make their face before deciding her pepper spray, and small blade, in her bag would be her form of self-defense in case this turned into a terrible mistake. "Hey. Out of curiosity, would you be able to spare me a jump, or perhaps a phone to make a quick call?"

For: Open to all Location: Faux Foile

It wasn’t every day that Ricardo was out on a date with someone. He was actually kind of excited for it...that is until the woman he was with started to drink a little too much. He honestly couldn’t tell you when his date had turned from friendly conversation to him comforting the blonde woman over a recent break-up. Now all he really wanted to do was crawl underneath a rock and curse himself for even agreeing to go on a date with anyone, though he supposes this much be karma because he knew full well, he didn't have intentions of this ever going beyond a couple of drinks and laughs anyway. By this point he had been comforting her for what felt like years, and he had finally decided he couldn’t really sit here anymore and do it. The place was packed tonight but that didn't stop him from scanning around in hopes of finding someone that might look familiar. "You said you needed me for something?" He asks the next person who passed way, hoping they'd catch on and help him out.

OPEN TO: anyone and everyone. SETTING / LOCATION: any sort of public space (coffee shop, park, bar, bookstore, etc).

"Y'know, if you think about it—" Nothing good is about to come out of this man's mouth. "Jesus really is the original nepo baby. I mean, his father is literally God." He shrugs for good measure. "Food for thought."

Location: outside coffee shop Character: Milo open starter

Caffeine was one way to get his adrenaline going, and he managed to relax on days when he wasn't busy. He was polite when needed to be, so when someone had asked him for directions. he gave them without a problem. what was a problem was the person that almost collided with him if he didn't move at the right time. "easy there, you almost collided into me."

where: skyhigh hookah

who: open!

Flynn stared at the brownie in his hand, turning it from side to side then flipping it upside down. "It looks... like a regular brownie." He said, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Is it supposed to look like a regular brownie?" He'd never had anything that contained cannabis before. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to look like. "I thought it would be... green."

where: topwash laundromat

who: open!

She was a regular at the laundromat. She had to be. Her studio apartment did not come with a washer or a dryer. Eventually, she'd find a place that she could afford that provided such an amenity. But for now, she was there every weekend.

"Oh sorry--" She quickly pulled her wet clothes from the washer. "I'm done with that one if you want to use it? I can even give you a few extra quarters if you're short." Esme smiled at the person next to her before she started putting her wet clothes into a dryer.

@ open to anyone -- the Resol, any time of the day

"Good evening, sorry to interrupt, but I see you finished your food." Yenna plasters her best costumer pleasing smile across her face, with her hands folded in front of her stomach, "My name is Yenna Rebeck, I'm the chef de cuisine of this restaurant, as well as the owner, and I've been offering our newest dessert to some of our guests tonight. I'd like to get your opinion on it, too? It's on the house, of course." One of her chefs joins her on the side, a little plate in their hand -- "It's called Pastafrola, and we offer it filled with sweet potato jam and strawberry filling."