Two feet from the front door and Amelie nearly stops in her tracks to go over what she was about to walk into. Having worked up to this day since making her appointment, she pushes forward the remaining few steps. No backing out now. Not when in her mind it was a pride thing at that point. Besides the whole process was probably going to make her question why she’d taken so long to finally take the leap… Probably. Stepping into the establishment, door shutting behind her, the finger tapping on her leg starts. Stopping the tick by bringing her hands up to tug the hair at the base of her bun, she takes a deep breathe. “Hey, I- Wait.” Looking at the time a questioning look falls onto her features, “I’m not late am I? I swear I set an alarm and everything.” ( @tanerasani )

anthony.

Anthony stopped to look at the bike Amelie pointed at. He turned a questioning gaze back to her and then back to the bike, before finally back to her, his brow raised as he considered her. “You trying to get me thrown in jail for grand theft auto, Meija?” he teased. “I know I may look all badass, but this ass,” he paused to point at his actual ass, “is not winding up in jail for your skinny ass.” he finished off by pointing at hers and then folding his arms over his chest. He liked to pretend he wouldn’t do just about anything Amelie asked of him. Both of them knew this tough facade would crack in just a moment. 

“I think you could really make the uniform work for you. Plus, the other prisoner’s would be on your side in a day. You have the skills.” Making it a point to have her tone lack anything that might clue him into her teasing, she looked him dead in the eye as she nodded to herself. “My skinny ass on the other hand, let’s be honest, just wasn’t built for prison. So...” Once giving him a shrug, she motions back to the bike as if she’d just presented him the most convincing argument.

gus.

        “What’s the catch? Is there actually a million dollar idea or are you just roping me in as always, Mejia?” Truth be told, he’d do anything for Amelie without even batting an eye. Taking out his pocket knife, Augustus didn’t hesitate to start unpicking the lock. Idiot. “Should I be worried here?“

“First of all, I’m insulted you would doubt me like this. Second, can it still be called ropin’ you if you don’t put up a fight?” His willingness to run with whatever she asked never went unnoticed. It only went without being read into...for the most part. “Trust me. You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind.” Leaning in closer to his ear, she teases with a whisper, “As long as you make it quick so we can run for it.”

“I’ve got a million dollar idea, and it’s all yours...” With a quick snap of her fingers, Amelie points to the source of her current distress–one off-white hybrid bike chained two feet from where they stood.  “If you can help me pick the lock on that bike.” Flashing a wide smile, Amelie all but crossed her finger behind her back.

jaime.

        “Not to sound like a little bitch…” Jamie begin suddenly knowing fully well that he was about to sound like a little bitch. “but if I hear one more person singing Old Town Road or see another person use it as an Instagram caption to be quirky or cool I’m literally going to fucking lose my shit.” The novelty of the song had worn off about two week ago and Jamie was over it being shoved down his throat everywhere he turned. There was no running from it. He heard on the radio, he saw it being referenced all over social media, hell he even heard it in his sleep. The madness needed to end. “It’s a joke of a song….literally. People know that right?”

“So what I’m hearing is ‘not to sound like a little bitch’ is actually your lead in before you start to sound like a little bitch...” Her head tilted every so slightly to one one side, the hint of a smirk pulling up. Not that she didn’t agree that it was getting old and quick. She just found it amusing that the song could get under someone’s skin as much as it seemed to have gotten under his. “It could’ve been their passion project, you don’t know. What did Billy Ray and Lil friend ever do to you?” 

hey, is that ( SEYCHELLE GABRIEL )? oh, no that’s just ( AMELIE MEJIA ). did you know ( SHE’S ) a ( 25 YEAR OLD COPY EDITOR ) who’s been in southport for ( 3 YEARS )? everyone around town knows them for their ( OBSERVANT and QUICK-WITTED ) personality, but also for the fact that they can be quite ( DETACHED and RESTLESS ). if asked, they would describe their overall aesthetic as ( BIKE RIDES, MESSY BUNS, HALF FILLED JOURNALS ). — ( penned by CAROLINE, 24, PST, SHE/HER ).

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