anonymous asked:

How's John handling the flight?

He’s good, we’ve pushed up the armrest between us and we’re sitting very close together.  It’s quite nice.  We’re also having another drink.  He’s doing very well.  

Seeing Red

I really don’t get mad very often.  I really don’t.  Well, Cullen has a knack of getting me to cross over to the dark side easily, but for anybody else I run into I am usually able to give them the benefit of the doubt and also see there is bigger picture.

Not today.  I went to Walgreens to get a prescription refilled. I had popsicles in the car. I pulled up to the drive thru to pick up a refill that had been previously called in for my daughter’s antibiotic, because it had spilled.  The Doctor had already given a refill for it.  As I talked to the tech she tells me my insurance won’t cover it and it will be $60.  I explain again the situation to the tech.  She tells me I have to call my insurance company.  So I call my insurance company and they say Walgreens has a lost medicine code all they have to do it pop in that code for any lost medicine.   

I pick my daughter up from ballet, go back to Walgreens.  All I can think of is these popsicles melting in my car.  I walk up in there, have to wait in line again.  Finally make my way up there and same lady tells me she has never heard of a lost medicine code and they don’t have one.  She walks away a few minutes and then realizes she does have a lost medicine code and tells me she just haven’t ever heard of it before.  (I’m still thinking about these melting popsicles.)  She tells me it will be another 20 minutes for them to fill it.  

Wait, I called in the order way over an hour ago and you still need an extra 20 minutes.  

Yes, I got mad.  But I didn’t do anything about it.  Since I don’t deal with this anger very often, I never know how to deal with it when it pops up.  The poor girl was completely ignorant.  That’s not her fault, don’t know if she will ever realize how annoying she is, but it was frustrating as all get out to me.  

Being the Winchesters' favorite bartender...

Originally posted by deeceetrash

  • never knowing when they will show up again
  • many nights calling Sam to come pick up a drunk Dean
  • having their number
  • knowing their favorite drink by heart
  • always greeting them with a grin and a “Hello, strangers.”
  • leaning over the bar counter to give a grumpy Dean and a smiling Sam a hug
  • always giving them a free drink and Dean telling you that that’s the reason you’re their favorite bartender
  • long talks with Sam when things calm down and Dean’s leaving him alone to hit on some chick
  • letting them stay behind to have another drink together after you closed up the bar
  • finding out about the supernatural when they kill a demon in the backstreet of the bar
  • before they leave again Sam and Dean always telling you to call them if you need anything 
  • knowing them better than anyone else because they drunkenly spill their secrets in front of you
  • both Winchesters jumping to your help whenever you have trouble with some drunk patron despite you already being used to it and knowing how to take care of yourself
  • taking Dean’s keys before he can drive drunk
  • letting Sam in the backroom to research when it’s too loud outside
  • despite not seeing each other regularly knowing that you can count on them if you need them

Man, I shouldn’t have another drink.

I’m just kinda making the best of the shitty 70’s Kinks songs available on Spotify. Not that these songs aren’t great… just these Kinks albums as a whole from this era kinda suck, sans these songs I’m picking (I know my Kinks, people) and as such, are the best I can do.

ChaCha Malone - One Day - Part Three: The Night

“Come on, Sofia! One more shot won’t kill you,” Kiseok tried to reason with you as he refilled your glass. Nodding enthusiastically you took the bitter drink that you had come to enjoy as the night went on. You had a slight buzz going, just enough to cause you to be bolder than normal.

“But really, do you not age? I mean most CEOs are old fat guys. And just look at you. I’m just saying… you might be vampires! Or Warlocks! Ohh, I know, you guys sold your soul in exchange for forever youth,” you logically tried to explain in your intoxicated state. Jay just shook his head as Kiseok lightly smiled with a trace of blush on his face.

“Just shut up and have another drink,” Jay leaned over and refilled your glass. He took your hand after and lead you to the dance floor. Pulling you close, he swayed his hips to the music as you found your rhythm and took a step closer to him so that your backside was almost touching. You felt yourself letting go as the music and liquid courage ran through your veins. Feeling Jay’s hot breath on you neck, you turned slightly toward him as you saw his Cheshire cat smile appear.

“We’re going to make Chase mad,” he said to you in a matter of fact tone.

“We aren’t a couple. He has nothing to get mad at,” you reminded Jay. He flipped you so that you were chest to chest with him.

“Sure you aren’t dating now. But you want to be. And I know for a fact he wants you, so let’s piss him off and see where this gets you,” Jay laid it out like you were slow yet it all started to make sense. You always wondered if Chase had returned your feelings so maybe Jay was right.

“You take the lead then, Mr. Park,” you laughed. With that invitation, Jay took a step closer so you were straddling on of his thighs as his arms wound their way around to the small of your back just brushing your ass. You two continued dancing together and Jay stole a look to the table. Chase’s hands were in fists, his eyes on the two of you while the others just laughed at a joke.

“That’s working well,” Jay commented with you humming in response.

“He told me on the plane that I couldn’t date anyone at AOMG, especially not you since your an old idiot,” you informed him. He smiled down at you and once again you were awestruck at his looks.

“Well this idiot thinks you shouldn’t move. It’s time for my final plan,” he moved you slightly and ducked his head down. He was just a breath away but his lips didn’t make contact with the skin. He was trying to make it seem to Chase that you were quite literally necking. Within seconds you heard the deep voice of Chase coming over.

“Shit, Sof, it’s time to go. I didn’t think you drank that much but maybe you did,” Chase pulled you out of Jay’s grip. “Maybe you need a cold shower Jay. I’ll call you a cab since you must be out of your mind.” Chase nearly spat at his friend, who had that same dumb smile.

You reached up and wrapped your hands around Chase’s bicep. “Come on, take me home Chase,” you reasoned as you gently tugged on his arm. Reluctantly he moved, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his side.

You hadn’t spoken since you left the club until you parked at the apartment building. Before he could get out of the car, you held onto his hand.

“Jay was just fucking with you, Chase. Nothing happened,” you couldn’t stand seeing the frown lines on Chase’s face or knowing that be was mad.

“Oh I know. Which just pisses me off more, Sofia!” He raised his voice slightly causing you to jump slightly. Chase was many things, but quick to anger was not one of them.

“Wh-what?” You hiccuped quietly.

“It pissed me off seeing with you. Having him touch you and it really pissed me off that it fucking bothered me that much!” He was getting out of the car now, giving the door a slam and coming over to help you as you got out of the car.

“Wait…you are mad at what we did and mad that you’re mad?” You tried to work through his logic in your tipsy state but you had and hunch that even sober you wouldn’t be able to follow. Chase just shrugged and lead the way into the apartment building. He went up the steps two at a time as you followed after him, struggling to keep up.

“Chase! Wait…ouch…wait!” You rounded the corner and bumped into him. His strong arms came around you to steady your movements, although he didn’t let you go as you regained your equalibrium. You stood in his arms with your hands over his chest. Noticing he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon, the brave part of you fueled by the shots you had earlier took the opportunity to do a little exploring. Your hands moved slowly from his chest tracing a slight pattern over the subtle ripples of his abs. Once your hand got to his belt buckle, you heard a sharp intake of breath from Chase. Looking up you saw him biting his full bottom lip as he watched your face. You slowly slipped your hands under his shirt to feel his firm love handles and up slightly to just below his rib cage, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck, Sofia,” he whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours. Somehow he tasted sweet, almost of honey while he still had his manly Chase smell you had come to love so much. His kiss wasn’t aggressive or forceful but rather one of comfort and integrity. His lips felt so right against yours as they slowly started to move against yours ever so slightly before you pulled him a bit closer to you so that he was pressed firmly against you. Chase gently nipped at your lip, running his tongue over the skin before pulling away and looking into your eyes. He leaned down and placed a short kis on your lips before resting his forehead on yours. His hands moved to cup your cheeks gently.

“I don’t know what that meant,” you said tentatively, unsure of how to proceed in the situation.

“It meant that we should get you home and that we both need to sleep on the events of the night,” Chase said as he pulled away while keeping your hand in his. You looked down at how his hand engulfed yours due to the size difference but yet it felt like it belonged.

“In you go,” he told you as you stood in front of your door.

“Come over tomorrow morning, okay?” You told him as a question, knowing that he would be over with pain medicine for your hangover and your favorite tacos to try and cure the stomachache that came after a night of drinking.

“Very first thing,” he told you as his kissed your forehead warmly and backed up to his door, watching to make sure that you got inside safely.

You woke up the next day to the smell of greasy tacos and a slight banging in your head. For a second you thought that your had imagined the events of last night but everything came flooding back to you.

Getting out of bed, you changed into a pain of yoga shorts and baseball jersey so that you looked mildly presentable with your hair done in a high ponytail.

“Hey, sleepy. I brought some stuff from my favorite taco place. They aren’t quite the same as at home, but good. This one is traditional taco with the beef and then this is a fish one. Sounds gross but it’s really not as bad as you thought. Aspirin is by the water.”

Chase was in his talkative mood which normally meant that he was hiding something, like his thoughts. He scrambled around keeping busy doing God knows what as you ate your hangover cure.

“We need to talk about it Chase. There’s no avoiding it,” you sighed as you walked over to the couch after finishing your breakfast.

“Yeah, I guess I can’t just avoid you until it blows over.” He said with with curt laugh. “Look, I wish I could say that I regretted it but I honestly don’t. I’ve wanted that to happen for so long and honestly it was better than I ever imagined,” he looked at his hands as did you.

“But,” you said for him, knowing that was where this easy heading.

“But I don’t want to mess up us. You know the relationship we have now. Maybe I can keep going on as your friend but I want so much more than that.” He said, still not looking your way.

“What’s holding you back?” You whispered feeling the lump rising in your throat.

“I don’t want you to hate me. I know that you will say now that you won’t ever do that but there will be times that I’m shit to you. You’ll hate all the parties I go to or when I spend 40 hours in the studio without doing a single thing. And eventually you’ll get so homesick that you’ll blame me for not being able to go back. There are so many things that will go wrong,” he stated. Clearly he had thought this out.

You leaned back are gains the couch, weighing what he had said. It made so much sense but at the same time everything had changed.

“Chase, I don’t know if I can go back to just friends. I mean, you are my absolute best friend but I’ve been wanting this for so long and knowing that you want the same thing…how can ee just go back?” You gently pulled his shoulder so that he was facing you. “You know I can’t hate you. I honestly don’t think you could ever just forget about me like that if we were together. Sure, it’s not an easy road but I can handle it. Look at me, I’m a pretty self sufficient girl.”

He gave to that signature smile. “So what now?”

You thought for a moment. “How about we wait things out, almost like a secret trial run? Go with the flow so to speak. If we end up together then it must have been fate abound if not then we’ll still be best friends. Just be open with everything and see where we end up.”

Chase nodded and processed your proposal.

“So we can hang out and kiss and fight and no strings attached?” He clarified.

“I guess. Everything on the downlow. If you want to yell at me then do it. Kiss me in private for all I care. Just don’t force this..and no sex yet, not without a commitment. We can’t have Jay einning that two month hookup bet.” Chase laughed and nodded.


Have another drink and drive yourself home, I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seat belt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.

hey, protip

I used to have a problem with taking pills, and by problem I mean it was goshdarn impossible. I tried literally everything. I tried drinking from the cup upside down I tried pinching my nose, tilting my head back, using apple juice, giving a small donation to johns Hopkins. nothing worked. but then earlier this year I tried something new and it worked like a charm and it still does.

the trick is to not focus on the pill. if you try to swallow the pill your brain goes “wooah hold up you didn’t chew that!!” and you’re never going to get anywhere. put the pill as far back on your tongue as you can, and just drink the water like you normally would. just focus on swallowing the water and the pill will go along with it. your throat will feel a little weird so you should probably have another drink of something, but you should be fine

I can’t believe I’ve lived my whole life without ever drinking luminescent punch! I mean, what else have I been missing out on? There is so much in the world that I don’t even know I could have. What’s next, having the punch float over to me to serve itself? Actually that would be sooo cool, I really need that! Whoops, sorry, did I bump into you? Here, have another drink.