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Post by Thea Jayne Ramone on Aug 30, 2019 20:23:21 GMT -5
Thea knew Font wasn't going to be her forever place but it was her for now and foreseeable future. She did love the club more than she thought she would. Honestly, Thea thought it would be just a place she could waste some time and hopefully listen to some good music. While the music being good wasn't always the case, it was a fun place to work; and she was getting quality analysis time thanks to the crazy people who seem to frequent their wonderful establishment. Her entire thesis could be written already and she still had three years left of university, and she was pretty sure they wouldn't let her skip a couple of years and hand her thesis over instead. Scholars had things against skipping ahead. So, she was stuck in the programme at least two more years, three if she decided against extra credit summer classes; which she did. Thea wanted her summers to be about the band and saving up some money thanks to Font Bar. She wanted to have some fun before "real life" took over; though if she were being completely honest, "real life" wasn't something that she needed to worry about. She might not be famous, she might not ever become famous but she would make one hell of a studio band member. It was something she had been doing since she'd been a little kid, not realising what was happening because she was so small. Back then, she thought she was just sitting in a studio, having fun with her uncles and occasionally her aunties. It wasn't until she was much older that she realised she'd been part of the studio band and that the music she was playing for her family was out there on albums.
The young musician's life was already surreal and it wasn't about to become what most people thought of as "normal" any time soon. The closest thing to normal Thea had ever done was work in a bar and go to school; neither of which she was planning on doing long term. She loved music far too much to spin bottles for a living, though power to the people who love it; Thea was doing it to pass the time. Apollo was good at it all, from flirting the tips out of drunk girl's bras to spinning the bottles to filling the orders to everything else she hadn't considered. Thea thought perhaps he should have his very own place. Apollo's had a nice ring to it, as long as she conveniently "forgot" there was a comedy club out there about the same name. The club Thea was picturing was definitely a place she would find herself sitting at the in.
Thea knew that her flirting with Apollo was bound to lead to something; though she wasn't sure if it would be what seemed to be going on or her termination. She hoped it wouldn't end with her having to find a new job; she enjoyed working at the club. Thea took a moment to just let the silence stretch, swallowing the sip of her drink. "Oh, I would like that very much but I couldn't in good conscious allow you to clean the bar and that puddle of sick on the floor in the corner." She smiled, teasing him. "But fear not, I shall finish off the bar while you take care of that puddle." She said in her most positive sounding voice. "Or, you clock me out, make me lose my breath and forget my name and take care of all the cleaning yourself." She added with a light shrug, lifting her drink back up to her lips again. "Up to you." She was hoping for the second option in the pair; forgetting her name sounded like it could be quite a bit of fun with Apollo.
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Post by apollo jake westfield on Feb 23, 2020 9:53:36 GMT -5
Apollo belonged in a bar. In a way, he always knew he would end up in one; be it as a regular who turned to the bottle to get through his crappy existence on the planet, or as someone who ran one. Mixology was, thankfully, his passion and he wasn’t inclined to grab a drink during a shitty day. He was more likely to punish himself with hardcore mode on an already difficult game, while consuming his body weight in fried squid. Luckily, more of his days landed in the “great to average” range. He had come a long way from the kid he used to be, but he had also seen just how rough life could be for some people. It was probably why he took the time to talk to someone who looked down and was perched on one of his barstools. Or why he’d intervene when he noticed someone drunk enough and reckless enough to identify it as a cry for help. He’d been the ass, been the rebel, and he knew now that it was typically a small part of a bigger problem. He’d seen it in himself and the friends he had kept when he was a teenager and running wild around the streets of Jackson.
Apollo wasn’t sensible as some his age might be. The thought of a domestic future left him uncomfortable and afraid. He couldn’t picture himself as a loving father and devoted husband. He didn’t see the family dinners and Sunday afternoons in the park. He didn’t see them because he’d never had them for himself. His dad abandoned all of them when Apollo was just eight, literally vanishing on a trip to the convenience store. It was something out of a bad movie, and Apollo had never wanted the traditional life since then because it could end the very same way once more. He didn’t meet women he wanted to settle down with, and his sister already teased him about being a perpetual bachelor. She was just glad he wasn’t the colossal jerk he had been when he was sixteen; it was enough to make her proud. She supported his dream of owning his own bar at some point, and frequently sent Apollo tips on saving money. He wasn’t in quite the rush. He dreamt about his own place, but he wasn’t ready to start chasing it – at least not completely. He put aside money for a rainy day, never quite calling it his business fund, but also never ruling it out. He’d dip into it if he needed it, never really kept topping it up on a regular basis, but rather just when he remembered to. One day he’d take it seriously, but right now he was still young and enjoying the responsibilities without the ownership of Font.
He was a terrible flirt, but with Thea he wanted it to be more than a wink across the bar and the promise of next time. He wasn’t dreaming up wedding cakes and lazy mornings in bed, but he knew he wanted her. Apollo wasn’t the type to dive into relationships and labels – he didn’t like it when things sounded serious; it freaked him out a little too much. Thea was laid back, fun, and he hoped she would be on his level about this and not expect flowers and romantic dates if they did get together. He left the mop resting in the bucket, handle against the table edge, and trapped Thea against the bar, his hands on the wood either side of her. “There’s only going to be more cleaning up to do after we find our shirts again.” He teased, leaning in close but not touching her just yet. He needed her to say that she wanted this. “Say it, Thea. Say you want more than hot and heavy flirting over cocktails and cheap beer.” His eyes met hers and he waited. If she said no, if this was just a battle of words then Apollo would back right off and not push this again. If she said yes, however…well they’d never look at that bar in the same way again.
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Post by Thea Jayne Ramone on Mar 16, 2020 21:52:18 GMT -5
Thea had never been one of those girls who dreamt up their wedding days. She didn't play pretend that she would walk down an aisle in a pretty white dress, knew the flowers she would pick or the colour schemes her maid's dresses would be. She had grown up in a boy's club of music. She used to play pretend that she was on a massive stage, putting on the show of her career to a sold-out stadium, screaming fans chanting her name over and over again. She'd dreamt of having her face on t-shirts, signing her name so many times that it lost all meaning to her but because she loved it so much, she kept going. She dreamt of the day when a little boy or little girl looked up at her and told her how they wanted to be like her when they grew up. Those were her dreams and a small bit of her reality since she'd been on albums since she was still a small child. She'd been a studio musician before she really knew what that actually meant. She'd been on stage, during the music festival her family put on yearly when she'd been a toddler, and just about every year since then to help out this uncle or that one. She did not think about her wedding day as a child because she'd had bigger dreams than being someone's Missus.
So, her flirting with Apollo was mostly just flirting. She liked the look of him, loved the spirit of him and wanted to spend time with him. Did she imagine walking down an aisle in a white gown, surrounded by their friends? No, because her dreams were still bigger than being someone's wife. She was thinking about ruining the bar for herself and Apollo, and the storage and perhaps even the stage. She didn't want to look at the bar the same way again but as a fond reminder of the fun, they could have on it. She wanted to leave her mark on his back, have him grin a stupidly smug smile whenever he looked in the mirror and spotted a bruise or scratch she'd put on his skin with her teeth and nails. She was a bit of a minx, enjoyed herself a little too much but never apologised for it. She was who she was and the few people who knew about that didn't seem to mind much at all.
Crossing that line with Apollo had been a thought she'd had more than once but she'd not been too sure how he would react. They've always been the flirty type but it had never gone beyond words. There had been no real touches, only very close calls. Thea had been wondering what it would be like to cross that line but while she'd been brave and didn't actually need the job at Font, she did enjoy it and didn't want to lose it. It was the most enjoyment she got out of life, outside of music. Thea actually liked mixing drinks behind the bar she really wanted to get dirty. She wanted to not be able to look at that bartop again without looking like the Cheshire cat. She wanted flashes of these moments to run like a movie across her closed eyelids. She only hoped the real activities were as fun as she'd been thinking they'd be. "Jesus Christ. Shut up and kiss me, Apollo." She said, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him towards her. It was too late to turn back now.
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Post by apollo jake westfield on Jul 28, 2020 15:35:59 GMT -5
Apollo took the days as they came. Some were better than others. There were those he forgot, others he knew he’d remember for years to come – if not for the rest of his life. He couldn’t get behind planning those years out though. He couldn’t fathom how anyone could be happy with a ten year plan. Surely they just opened up doors that would let in disappointment. Anything could happen tomorrow. A person could get hit crossing the street, or they could find some ailment that they’d struggle with for years. He wasn’t a pessimist by any means, but he also knew that there were things outside a person’s control, elements to life that couldn’t be factored in when thinking of college or relationships. That was why he couldn’t commit to lifelong plans, or dreams with a deadline. He would just keep plodding along, taking chances where he could, and know that someday it would be his own bar, his own staff, and his own choices.
Granted, he had a lot of freedom at Font. He got to pick the regular acts and offer up slots from those who went down well at open mic nights. He just would like the choice to have everything his own, to not need to refer to the owners whenever he was doing auditing or working on new ideas for the quieter nights. For Apollo, freedom was sort of everything to him. He had needed it growing up and he still needed it now – to an extent. He didn’t think he could work under someone else, be an office lackey who had to stick to a scripted plan from Monday to Friday. He preferred not knowing what each night would bring, to cringing at karaoke to being blown away by a new and possibly future star. He loved sharing stories with the regulars, to watching people celebrate their birthdays in Font. He may not be a direct part of those memories, but they were all the things about life that made him feel alive. Humans at their most human, their happiest, their saddest, and everything in between.
And speaking of being human… He didn’t need telling twice. Apollo tugged Thea close, one hand sliding around her waist to pull her flush against his body. His lips pressed to hers in a heated kiss as he hoisted her up against him, leaning her against the bar top. Cleaning could wait. All he wanted now was to kiss every inch of Thea, to feel her pressed against him for longer than crossing each other behind the bar would grant. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this.” Apollo hadn’t kept Thea at the bar because he was attracted to her, but he had bided his time, kept his flirting at a level where she wouldn’t be uncomfortable working if she hadn’t felt the same way. Those days were over – at least for tonight – and Apollo had every intention of making her scream his name here and then maybe in his own bed, too.
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Post by Thea Jayne Ramone on Jul 31, 2020 20:27:12 GMT -5
Thea didn't have a life plan exactly. She knew what she wanted and knew it would take time to get there but also that it was the experiences between those two points that made a person. She could have easily already been someone famous if she'd wanted it but she had wanted the experience, and she'd promised her parents she would get a degree to fall back on if the music thing didn't work out of she got bored of it. They had all known that would never happen but it had given her parents peace of mind to know she was attending classes and turning her passion for music into something that could be used in another area should the need for that arise. Thea didn't mind all that much because psychology intrigued her. She'd always been fascinated by human nature, why people did what they did, why they made those decisions. She was, for the most part, a logical thinking person. She could see a problem from all the angles and work out the best solution in a matter of minutes. She'd been the problem solver for the festival back home for as long as she'd been part of the planning.
Thea wasn't a prude by any sense of the word. Growing up surrounded by musicians, it was difficult to hide everything. She knew a lot about the real world, about sex and drugs and everything else long before she should have, though her parents did try to shield her from it for as long as they could. However, people habitually forgot that Thea was around and spoke freely as they do in the sound booths. She was so young and so small that she was often overlooked until she started playing an instrument for a song. As she grew older and her friends started to learn about these things, she'd already known about most of it. She had figured out fairly quickly, once she was older and felt ready to experiment, what she liked and what she didn't and wasn't afraid to demand those things. Hers hadn't been a home of "can't do that" but more of being armed with the right information and the knowledge that she could turn to her parents if she had any questions, no matter how awkward they might be.
It had still been a fair while since Thea had taken up space in someone's bed. She had never felt right sleeping with one person when she was fantasising about another man so she'd steered clear. And up until this very night, there had only been flirty words and heated looks exchanged. Things were going to change and they would not be able to go back to the way things were. She certainly wouldn't be able to look at that bar top the same way ever again. "I can guess." She said with a breathless laugh, wrapping her leg around Apollo possessively and tugging at the hem of his shirt with her free hand. "This needs to go." She said, against his lips as she slid her fingers under the hem of his shirt, no longer content with just pulling at it. She wanted that skin to skin contact. While she very much liked the feel of Apollo's hard body pressed against hers, Thea wanted to feel the weight of him pressing her down into the bar as she ran her nails lightly down his back. Rolling around with Apollo had been a recurring fantasy of Thea's for quite some time and she wanted to see just how close to reality her dreams had been.
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Post by apollo jake westfield on Sept 27, 2020 16:11:30 GMT -5
Apollo didn’t have a college degree, and he had no desire to chase one either. College was for other people, for those most academically inclined. Apollo had found high school more than enough; he couldn’t get away fast enough once graduation day came. Others stuck around to sign yearbooks and take photographs to last a lifetime, but he had tossed his cap and then headed off to work. At the time he had been shining shoes in a bowling alley, chasing pre-teens out when their time was up and they were trying to jam the lanes by throwing whatever they could lift down them. He took on the extra hours as soon as he could, wanting to help out the family as much as he could. He didn’t know then that the extra hours would last two weeks before he took off to confront his father – the man who had been missing for ten years. And after that Apollo left small town America far behind him and headed to the city that seemed to be the nosiest of all; New York.
It almost felt like another lifetime to Apollo now. He had – eventually – settled into an apartment, found a skill he never knew he had, but could make a living from, and ultimately he found how to manage the responsibilities of adulthood without sacrificing the fun, mischievous side he had carried since he was a toddler who refused to wear pants where guests were visiting. That was actually a sentiment Apollo wished he could have carried into adulthood, but people seemed to frown upon him greeting them in nothing but his underwear. In fact, there had been one neighbour who had threatened to call the police on Apollo when he accepted her pretty tasteless lasagne in a pair of Calvin Klein’s. Thankfully, she had moved away six months after Apollo moved in and he could only assume she was ruining someone else’s fun – wherever she may, unfortunately, be.
Impressively, she wasn’t at Font. No one was, beside himself and Thea – and for that, he might pray his thanks to every godly being in the universe tonight. But later – much, much later. He broke the kiss, but only for the second it took him to pull his shirt over his head and toss it somewhere in the bar. He didn’t care where it had ended up; he’d find it at sunrise when he felt likely that they might be leaving. He spun Thea around, his lips hungry against hers, pushing her back towards the bar they had spent most of the evening behind. Apollo hoped they’d finish it on top of it, but he didn’t particularly care where they ended up so long as their clothes were gone and he got to enjoy every last inch of the Kiwi he had been so desperate to savour. He tugged at her shirt, saying without actually saying anything that it needed to go, too. Apollo lifted Thea up effortlessly, pressing her back against the bar before lifting her a little more so he could slide her onto it.
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Post by Thea Jayne Ramone on Dec 17, 2020 22:24:59 GMT -5
Thea had a plan. She didn’t always. In fact, Thea was usually pretty go-with-the-flow. She wanted to have a degree under her belt and a couple platinum albums lining her walls with the band name on them but that was it for lists. She wanted to eventually go back home, or at least make it a home base of sorts, but she also hoped to be touring the world and would need a couple bases to call home when the idea of hotels became too much. She wanted love and she wanted fun. Really, Thea didn’t ask for much at all! She knew what made her happy and she went after it. Apollo tonight was making her happy. They’d been flirting pretty heavily, and it was bound to come to this point sooner or later; she was so pleased it was sooner.
The little blonde Kiwi wasn’t shy about what she wanted normally but Apollo was technically her boss and she really did like working at Font, so she attempted to keep these on the professional level. Except when flirting with the customers meant a bigger tip. She really lived off those tips and kept whatever other money she earned from her various ventures in the bank. A little wink here, a little cheeky smile there and she was able to splurge on the killer boots she’d seen the window of that boutique. She was lucky and she damn well knew it. She also didn’t take it for granted and helped whenever she could because she knew at any second, the tables could turn. She worked hard and she occasionally played hard. It was all about balance.
Speaking balance, Thea was looking forward to what was about to happen. It had been a long time in the making and she wanted to fully experience this moment. She pulled her top off and flung it somewhere, leaving it to hang haphazardly off one of the beer tabs where her bra followed. She felt like a feather in Apollo’s arms as he lifted her right up with ease. If this went the way she imagined it would, there were plenty more of these nights in their future; at least, she hoped there would be!
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Thoroughly exhausted and feeling more like a puddle than a person, Thea laid breathless on the bar top with Apollo right there with her. She was by no means inexperienced but right then she felt like she’d known nothing before then. “Maybe next time we find a bed. Or at least a place where I’m less likely to get a splinter.” She teased with a chuckle. They were limited with their space on the bar top but Thea felt like they could really do some damage if they had adequate space to move around.
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Post by apollo jake westfield on Jan 30, 2021 18:38:35 GMT -5
Apollo was no angel. He didn’t always buy a girl dinner and wait until the third date. In fact, if Apollo thought about it, he would probably realise that he had never waited until the third date. He was a good guy, but he was not the wholesome, “bring the gentleman home to meet mom” type. He was brash, made dirty jokes, and oftentimes he spoke without thinking. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with those who wanted to take things slow, but he just wasn’t that guy. He typically knew what he wanted, and if the signals were right and he was getting back what he was sending out then he didn’t see the point in wasting any time and playing games. Life was too short and he didn’t want to be an old man filled with regrets. He hated the stories of “the one who got away” for that very reason. Why the fuck let them get away in the first place?! Don’t screw about and give them a reason to leave! And if they do leave then do everything you can to get them back! And hell, Apollo wasn’t even a romantic soul. He just didn’t think of himself as an idiot.
Grinning, he reached over the bar to scoop some ice into one of the clean glasses, filling it with water from the tap. He chugged some of it back and offered the rest to Thea. The bar was definitely not the most comfortable spot to be resting on right now, but it was where they had ended up and Apollo needed a few more minutes before he could trust his legs again. “Give me five minutes for the senses to reboot, thirty for the cleaning, and then I can get you to a bed.” He chuckled, not even knowing if she even would want to head back to his place. He had no idea what her plans were for tomorrow. Most of his staff were students, and they paired their late nights with early mornings. Apollo forgot that sometimes, taking his ability to sleep in past nine for granted and grumbling when he had to be in by ten for deliveries.
Sitting upright, he looked around, grimaced and then handed Thea his plaid overshirt. “Uh, you slam dunked yours into the mop bucket.” He laughed loudly, nodding towards where they’d left the cleaning equipment, the sleeve just visible over the edge of the yellow bucket. Taking a deep breath he slid down from the bar and turned around, grinning at Thea. “So, am I gonna see how you look in my shirt.” He wiggled his eyebrows, reaching back across to where his t-shirt was draped over one of the stools, next to another that had – at some point – been kicked onto its side. He up-righted it while he was there, pulling the cotton over his head and running his fingers through his hair to mess up what was most likely already dishevelled to begin with after the activities of the last…however long it had been. “Hey, have you seen my phone?” He asked, realising it wasn’t in the pocket of his jeans.
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