liquor control

Parallel Universe: Exhibit A

Could you create the world in FtWD VIII? “You would have walked into my bar one summer night,” Elyza whispered as hips moved against her own, wanting to go again. “I would have seen you and fallen in love, but played it overly cool. Invited you back to mine. Fucked you til sun up and sent you on your way.” Please. And thank you for your work.

“Yeah, yeah, I swear I go to class,” she muttered, meandering around the back dock in small, lazy circles as she mumbled into the phone balanced on her shoulder. “I’m not working too many hours. I’m getting it all done, I swear.”

On the other end, a woman fret and tried to make sure the bartender kept up with her studies, all while still on the other side of the world. It made Elyza smile, despite the roll of her eyes to each mundane, motherly question.

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Pairing: BTS Jungkook X Reader 

Genre: Light smut

Warning: Swearing, alcohol use

Word Count: 1,654

45: “Do you trust me?”

180: “You have no idea what you do to me.”

send me a number + an idol

A/N daaaamn jungkook’s hot. Can he do this to me please. Also, this was meant to be a short drabble, what happened

I got lazy and didn’t really edit this, sorry if there’s mistakes. Let me know if you spot any :)

“Ugh. I hate boys,” you complained, storming out the classroom. Jungkook was waiting by the door, swirling a lollipop in his mouth. He was leaning on the wall while expecting you, as he’d always done for as long as you could remember. His lips were slightly parted, ready to greet you as your class was dismissed, but, to his surprise, you’d interrupted him with your anger. He pulled his hands out of his jeans pockets and pushed himself off the wall, catching up with you. You wanted to escape the area as soon as possible.

“Hello to you, too,” he said. “What’s up? What’s happened this time?” he asked, half jogging at your side to keep up with your angry pace.

“You know that complete idiot, Taehyung?” You began, blood thumping through your body in fury.

Jungkook paused. Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t get on well in college – the two of them were constant rivals in every subject possible, infamous for the tension and competition between them.

“Heard of him.”

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anonymous asked:

i dont mean to butt in with the usual topic during this time, but do you really think sex work is no different from other jobs to the extent that a disproportionate amount of them would leave the industry compared to other jobs if income stopped being an issue? if so, how do you explain sex work being seen as a last resort even in societies where it's not/was not stigmatized? also, why does the idea of having to do sex work make me much more uncomfortable than the idea of virtually any other job

i know you’re relatively new because I used to talk about this ALL



until it got really boring and I switched to one direction or whatever

yes, I really do think sex work CAN BE the same as any other job. For me sex is not a uniquely meaningful experience; sex does not affect my perception of my value or self worth; sex does not make me feel like I’m giving pieces of myself away. Sex feels like physical labour that can be enjoyable or can be tiresome and uncomfortable or can be all of the above and even painful.

sex for me is a neutral. it’s a physical act. It’s imbued with different meanings depending on the contexts of the physical act and the repercussions it has, but it is no more or less meaningful TO ME than getting or giving a massage, except that I get paid for it.

Sex is not a neutral to many people. Most people are brought up to believe–especially women!–that sex impacts their value, the state of their souls, the integrity of their bodies, and their self worth.

I think that’s profoundly destructive and misogynist, ESPECIALLY since this standard is not one men are held to. Very few people expect men to find sex especially meaningful, a uniquely meaningful act that has repercussions for their morals and ethics and values and how they are valued by others.

for men, sex gets to be as close to a neutral as it can be, altho there are still internalised traces of toxic masculinity that raise their ugly heads.

I’ve done a lot of different kinds of labour, and a lot of it made me feel degraded, undervalued, and abused. probably the worst was working for the State Bureau of Labour for 40 hours a week for 15/hr and having people tell me I should be grateful for making so much, but rapidly realising it didn’t even cover my bills. it covered rent and one bill and didn’t stretch to food, phone, car insurance, or anything else. I was exhausted all the time, the job I was there to do, the job I helped create and lobby for, the job that would have been to help other sex workers learn about their legal labour rights, was dismissed by everyone at BOLI as unnecessary and allowed to quietly die while my boss treated me like shit, like a stupid little girl (I was not the only one she made cry frequently) and my union leader talked about my tits and didn’t help me with my boss.

That was the most degraded and destroyed I have ever felt in a working situation. It almost made me miss the club I sued because at least THERE i was making enough to live and had free time left over for the things that make life meaningful. After I quit, they let my job die and didn’t hire anyone else, even tho legally it was funded for two years. That money disappeared. I also found out that they had helped cover up police involvement and the state liquor control commission involvement in a child sexual exploitation case. I tried to get news outlets interested and no one cares. THAT was demoralising.

why do people want to leave sex work? because we’re terrified of losing our homes or financial aid or families’ love or custody of our kids or our lives.

ask someone in a state where it’s decriminalised if they want to leave sex work and you’ll get a different answer.

sex work is the only job available to me that allows me to pay my rent, bills, and tuition with some extra work, and also leaves me time to do the things that make my life meaningful: advocacy, organising, letting people know they aren’t alone, that we’re in this together, that we can fight back.

why does it make you uncomfortable?

because you’ve imbued sex with a metaphysical meaning and you think that having sex will change you somehow if you don’t have it under the right circumstances.

but everything changes you.

having your union leader sexually harass you changes you.
knowing you can choose between eating grits again or buying more cream for your tea changes you.
having to put groceries back at the checkout counter changes you.
knowing that if you lose your house know one will help you or care and the waiting list for shelter is 1800 people long changes you–it’s terrifying and inhumane and both those facts make YOU want to change THAT and not let THAT change you.

there are worse things to happen to people than sex or sex work.

bad sex happens all the time, anywhere. sexual assault happens when you’re a baby and can’t control it, or it happens walking home from the corner store when someone grabs your crotch.

none of those things demean or degrade WHO and WHAT you are, even if they change you.

my integrity and my worth is not located in my cunt even if I use it as a purse I can pull money out of when all else fails.

I get to help people; I get to feed people and give them ways to keep themselves safe and spend time trying to advocate for better conditions for them. I get to talk to sex workers around the world about the different ways we’re vulnerable and can be hurt, and I get to hear success stories (mostly from the global south) about rights and protections being won. I get to fund my education for my eventual escape career as a baby killing/low income family nurse practitioner.

there’s no other job in the states that would give me the power to do all this. money is power and the closest thing we have to freedom.

maybe you were just born into so much security and money that you’ve accepted it all and everything else they’ve told you about your worth and safety and that’s why t makes you uncomfortable. I don’t know you, how could I possibly know?

sex is whatever, sex is a neutral, sex work is a job.

the things that make sex work BAD and SCARY and HARMFUL are the power imbalances that favour men and law enforcement over me, my body, and my lived experience. if I wasn’t at the wrong end of a socially sanctioned power imbalance where I’m seen as asking for everything bad that happens to me and undeserving of even basic housing, I might do this job a lot longer.

Intoxicated - Lee Jaehwan Smut

Paring: Lee Jaehwan/ You (reader)
Word count; 2,829 
Rating; M

Here it is as promised, a smut dedicated to one of my ultimate biases Lee Jaehwan aka Ken from VIXX. This man is literally a heaven sent angel like I love him so much. I tried my best to make fellow Jaehwan stans happy I hope you enjoy! Theres also a feature of a tiny bit of angst and fluff! Enjoy Starlights!

- J

Look at how cute he is he is literally precious 

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What We Created (2)

 Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series

 Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever 

 Word count: 2,146 

 Warning: pure smut haha, language, this is a flashback so everything is in italics

 A/N: I remember the first time I posted and wrote smut on here I was so embarrassed i don’t think i ever blushed so much but now I’m getting the hang of it 😄 I can’t believe so many people liked the first part. I thought this story would flop tbh. Thank you so much for your support! It makes me incredibly happy

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Today is my 20th birthday and in Sweden you can’t buy alcohol at any normal kind of store, you have to go to a certain liquor store which is controlled by the state and its a real big deal when u turn 20 and can finally shop there and I just went there for my debute and bought a hUGE BOTTLE OF BAILEYS CAUSE I LOVE BAILEYS AND I AM VEEY HAPPY

What Kind of Drunk are They at a Holiday Party (MONSTA-X)

Requested by a lovely anon <3

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Dreamer

SHOWNU: Shownu, unlike the rest of the members, would be relatively normal when drunk. It wouldn’t really affect him that much, to be honest. He would be able to hold his liquor just fine, and control his personality while doing so. He may make a few troll comments here and there to some of his fellow members, but they wouldn’t be anything too serious. He’s considered the dad of Monsta X for a reason, and that would definitely show, especially in these types of situations.

WONHO: Much like when he’s sober, Wonho would be a complete and utter flirt when drunk. It wouldn’t matter who the person he was talking to was, how old they were, what language they spoke, etc., if there was a human being standing in front of him, the alcohol in his system would make sure he didn’t leave them out when it comes to an abundance of flirty compliments.

MINHYUK: Minhyuk would be a whiny drunk. He would literally complain about EVERYTHING. He would complain about the weather, he would complain about how weird the food tasted, he would complain about how his clothes didn’t fit right, he would even complain about an episode of a drama that he had watched months, or even years ago. Everything would bother him, and whoever happened to be with him during his intoxicated state would have to suffer the consequences of that.

KIHYUN: Kihyun would be quite interesting when drunk. He would probably be all over the place, really. At first he would be a complete and utter dick, yelling slurs and insults to anyone that crossed his path. But it would only take a good 2 minutes before his personality would change completely, a huge smile on his face as he would perform massive amounts of skinship and aegyo as he complimented every person he’d previously offended.

HYUNGWON: Hyungwon wouldn’t really have a distinct personality when drunk, because the moment a little too much alcohol entered his system, he would be gone. Like…passed out on the bathroom floor for hours type of gone.

JOOHEON: Unlike his usual bright and cheerful personality, Jooheon would, with no doubt, be an angry drunk. He would hate everything and everybody and the littlest things would piss him off. He would have no patience whatsoever and would not be able to hold himself back when expressing his thoughts and feelings as the alcohol continued to harshly pump through his veins.

I.M.: Though somewhat unexpected, I.M. would be an absolute greaseball when drunk. He would literally love everything and everyone and he would show all the skinship and aegyo in the world just to prove it. He would give constant compliments to EVERYONE, buy random strangers drinks, and would even get a little flirty with some people here and there. No matter how you look at it, if you were to see I.M. while drunk, you were bound to feel the love.

Seventeen in a restaurant

S.Coups: desperately trying to flirt with the waitress 

Jeonghan: finds a hair in his soup

Joshua: prays to god “thank you for this holy food. amen”

Jun: only cares about the liquor 

Hoshi: out of control, eating everything

Woozi: way too picky

Wonwoo: “no seafood please”

DK: tries to stop seungkwan from rioting 

Mingyu: food = heaven

The8: wants to give food to the dogs

Seungkwan: complaining about the food, location, waitress, decoration etc. “excuse me, could I please talk to yoUR FUCKING MANAGER

Vernon: *getss pizza* ”ay yo”

Dino: can’t decide what to get, asks his mom jeonghan


Dean’s Physical and Psychological Hunger - On a Recurring Theme Illustrating His Inner Struggle in Season 9 and Season 10

Ever since Dean took on the Mark of Cain in season 9 the show has been using the metaphor of hunger to explore and highlight Dean’s inner struggle. A struggle that is being fought on far more than just one level and reaches far deeper than just physical hunger. The mark served as a catalyst for all the issues Dean has been suppressing to come out of hiding. So in that regard the only way for Dean to heal might be for him to consciously work through all the traumas he experienced without drowning out the pain and fear with alcohol or silence it with throwing punches.

While it is horrible to see Dean in so much pain and in such a fragile mindset and as wrong as it sounds, the mark might in a twisted way help Dean to overcome his demons and truly grow into the person he wants to be and is at his core: a good man, to whom happened horrible things, a beautiful man, who has always had a heart of gold, but whose heart was broken early in life and is still trying to put all the pieces back together.

Over the course of the second half of season 9 the show has been framing the Mark of Cain / First Blade arc as an addiction that keeps eating away at Dean and ripping him off of who he is and is overpowering him. The more Dean fell under the spell of the mark’s and the blade’s powers, the more the show has been bringing up the aspect of hunger.

The most important episodes the show has addressed the nature of hunger before season 9 were in 4x04 “Metamorphosis” and 5x14 “My Bloody Valentine”. In the first one we meet a man, who experiences a hunger he cannot place and that he is unable to sate. The whole episode we see him eat anything in sight, but nothing gives him the satisfaction he is looking for and that is because he doesn’t give his body what it wants: human meat.

It’s an episode exploring and showing how someone becomes a monster and most importantly without wanting or choosing it, but being “destined” to become one due to a genetic predisposition. The audience witnesses the metamorphosis from human to rougarou first hand, similarly to how the audience was with Dean every step of the way during his metamorphosis (I wrote a three-part-meta on Dean’s metamorphosis in S9 which kind of deal with similar topics. Here are links to part 1, 2, and 3) from human to demon. It’s in this episode we also learn that Dean must have experienced hunger and possibly starvation, which Sam on the other hand doesn’t seem to have experienced. In the early seasons already it was hinted at that Dean gave the little food they had when John wasn’t around to Sam.

So while 4x04 explores the feeling of not ever being able to feel full, 5x14 kind of turns this aspect on the head. It’s the episode the horseman Famine is introduced and entire town experiencing “hunger”. Some cannot stop eating, some cannot stop drinking, Castiel is unable to resist eating burgers, Sam relapses on demon blood. The only one seemingly not affected by Famine is Dean. And it tells a lot about his state of mind, because he is refusing to eat altogether. It hints at Dean’s depression and helplessness and wish for nothingness. His hunger has much more an emotional rather than a physical quality. And of course Famine himself gives an explanation for Dean’s immunity against him, an explanation which loomingly lingers on everything we were witnessing in season 9.

“Doesn’t take much—hardly a push. Oh, America—all-you-can-eat, all the time. Consume, consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants. And yet, you’re all still starving because hunger doesn’t just come from the body, it also comes from the soul.[…] Yes. I see. That’s one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can’t fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex.[…] Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can’t win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just… keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, Dean, because inside, you’re already…dead.

Basically every little thing Famine tells Dean here, we have seen Dean try after he was cured. He tried to be the one, he used to be - enjoy sex, watch silly movies and laugh, try and be excited about food - but the darkness and the emptiness within he couldn’t truly gloss over, couldn’t really silence. And in the end the mark got what it wanted - just like the rougarou within the human got in the end.

These two episodes and their distinct meaning and exploration of the theme of “hunger” works as a good backdrop to analyze what we have been seeing in the second half of season 9 and the episodes of season 10 so far because they address the physical hunger and the psychological hunger that doesn’t have anything to do with food.

In season 9 we had multiple episodes dealing with hunger in one way or another or the “deep dark hole in the pit of ones stomach” as a metaphor for the darkness each one of us carries within. And some of these lines of season 9 get a really tragic and creepy overtone when taking a look at Dean in season 10.

It’s starts with 9x04 “Dog Dean Afternoon”. An episode in which Dean goes through a metamorphosis on a psycholigical level, because he mindmelts with a dog. It’s heavy foreshadowing to what would happen later on in the season. The important part is what Chef Leo tells Dean about how he became a killer:

"See, when I was diagnosed, I was way past standard treatment. No one could save me. But then with the help of a Pawnee shaman and a zoo membership, I found a cure, albeit a temporary one. Cancer always came back. […] Well, I didn’t mean to kill anyone – at first. But if people got in my way, they became collateral damage. Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one. You are what you eat, right?”

These few lines basically sum up Dean’s whole targic current storyline. In 10x07 “Girls Girls Girls” he tells Cole he is “past saving”. There is no cure, just a temporary relief when he kills. And in 10x09 “The Things We Left Behind” we see Dean try everything to fill that clawing darkness in the pit of his stomach, nurturing his body, so he would nurture the mark. In the end the mark won, people became collateral damage and Dean the predator. And similarly he tried to detox - with alcohol, with food and most of all with killing - in 10x11, but in the end again the mark’s bloodlust and hunger was sated, Dean’s hands no longer sjaking because the mark got what it craved.

In 9x12 “Sharp Teeth” Reverend Jim echos part of Famine’s words to Dean:

"Then I looked at Bess, and I realized the road to revenge is a dark and lonely one, which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach, you never fill it — ever.

And in the following episode the topic of eating and turning to ood, because of missing love and care or longing for something far more abstract than donuts or pie is made the plot of 9x13 “The Purge”. Donna Hanscum is the one in this episode, who works as a mirror for Dean’s inner struggle (as well as Alonzo, who was unable to control his id - similarly to how Dean keeps losing control when the mark takes over):

"That was a dark time for me. Whoever said you eat your pain? Not me. I guzzled it.

In season 9 we mostly saw Dean try to drown his pain in alcohol, in season 10 - as said above - we see Dean try to silence the pain ("See his point, only humans can feel real joy, but also such profound pain. This is easier.” - Castiel in 10x03 “Soul Survivor”) with sex, drink, food and hunting. Needless to say, it didn’t work out all that well. The further the season progressed the less we saw Dean sleep or eat and the more influenced we saw Dean by the blade and the mark - he was slowly dying basically. When it comes to the aspect of hunger though of course 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles” is a milestone since Dean refuses his burger and that is the moment Crowley that Dean is going to turn if he dies.

As sad before, season 10 had multiple instances of addressing Dean’s hunger and him trying to feed his body in order to not feed the mark. Really heavy the aspect of hunger though was addressed in the past three episodes:

  • In 10x09 “The Things We Left Behind” we see Dean desperatley trying to be the guy he used to be. Laughing about silly movies, eating everything in sight and trying to focus on something else than what the mark probably makes him think and feel 24/7. In the end Dean lost the fight against his id. The makr takes over, leaves Dean soaking in blood.
  • In 10x10 “The Hunter Games” Dean goes to the kitchen to make a sandwich. Feed the body, not the mark, but he ends up beating Metatron close to death and nurturing the mark.
  • In 10x11 “There’s No Place Like Home” Dean is detoxing and experiencing withdrawal symptoms. He tries to not feed hs darkness and also tries to eat healthier. While he was able to resist the liquor, he lost control during the fight against Dark!Charlie and has to realize that the shaking subsided because the mark has gotten what it wanted: blood.

Taking all of the above into account I find it kind of genious of the show to continue this theme and further build on it with the upcoming episode 10x12 “About A Boy” that features the fairytale of “Hansel and Gretel”. A fairytale about two siblings being sent away, because the family was unable to feed all four of them. Hunger is a central theme of the fairytale. After all the Evil Witch is able to lure them to her home, because of their hunger and they start eating her candy house (I am really curious if there will be a parallel here i the episode).

So while I assume this episode will not only be really enlighting for both Winchesters since Sam literally is turned into the older brother, the one taking care of Dean (like he has all season) like Dean always had all his life and will probably explore a lot of interesting things about why the mark is so toxic for Dean and how it made him to be so vulnerable to it in the first place (I still think it would be extremely interesting if Dean - if he really is only physicall changed into his 14 year old self - was freed from the mark and for a moment them actually contemplating if that was the way to save Dean OR Dean carrying the mark as a kid, but being completely immune to it - that would make it possible to explore the things and experiences and traumas that are to blame for Dean to be so powerless against it as an adult), I think the theme of Dean’s psychological hunger might be explored through the background of his childhood. The episode could make it possible for Dean and Sam as well to truly realize how much was placed on Dean’s shoulders, how much responsibility. And most of all how long he might have been starving - not just physically when him and Sam didn’t have much to go by and him giving all their food for Sam while remaining hugry himself - but most of all emotionally.

It seems the show is doing a really great built up to explore the nature of Dean’s hunger vs. the mark’s hunger for the upcoming episodes. Dean is fighting more than one hunger. He doesn’t really seem to be hungry, but rather goes through the motions. Even when he ate burgers this season he didn’t seem to be doing it with much gusto, but like something that was expected of him. He used it as a distraction.

So in that regard to me the hunger Dean is struggling with is much more of the psychological kind than the physical one. And maybe if they find a way to find a cure for that hunger, they’ll find a cure for the mark (though I still think Dean might have to keep it and has to leanr to find balance while always having this burden). After all Dean’s hunger isn’t a hunger for food, it’s a hunger for safety, a hunger for balance and happiness.

And most of all, it’s a hunger for love.

This Title Sucks

I don’t know, but I had to write this down.

Saying that Holly couldn’t hold her liquor would be an understatement. Sitting here, Gail suddenly realized that her best friend was probably one of the most puzzling drinkers in the room. She had ordered a drink of the seasoned drinkers; an aged bottle of bourbon and drank it without a flinch.

That is until she started speaking. Don’t get her wrong, she usually rambled but this go round her personality seemed to have gone out the window. After her second glass, in came an over dramatic analytic mess of mush. After a rant about there not being enough science in children’s books, she turned her attention to one of her childhood favorites.

“You know Gail,” Holly started, rubbing the condensation off of her glass, “I wasn’t born with this outgoing personality.”

Feeling the change, Gail guided her eyes from the woman’s lips to her eyes.

“When I was a kid, I struggled with fitting in, it was horrible. I liked to read, they liked playing outside, I wanted brussels sprouts, they wanted candy." 

"Okay? Weird comparison but okay.”

“But,” she paused to swallow back a sob. Gail then put her hand on her shoulder.

“When I saw that train…that train taught me that I could do anything that I willed myself to do.” She looked at Gail with tears welled up in her eyes.

The officer scrunched her brows together trying to gather what was being said. Right now in front of her, Holly was obviously struggling with something that was deep within her so she remained silent and rubbed her shoulder.

“I thought I could and I did. I made friends, and I kept that motto in my mind throughout my life." 

"That’s great Lunchbox.” Gail smiled at the random confession. 

“But, once I made it to college I was terrified!” Holly said exasperated looking at Gail with wide eyes, “There was this hot girl, a junior, God she was beautiful. She had this black pixie cut and leather jacket-totally gay. But I was in denial about me being a lesbian, it couldn’t be right. My sisters were ‘normal.’ Why not me? “

Feeling selfish for having a weird ping of jealously Gail nodded and waited for the rest of the story, her hand on the brunettes shoulder had moved down to her hand. She could understand the struggles because at the late age of 26, she had realized maybe she wasn’t so straight.

"And one day I stared at myself in the mirror and chanted, ‘I think I can, I think I can.’" 

Gail tried to hide the snicker that came out during Holly’s moment. She had a serious mask on her face that was emphasized by the fist held by her side, thrusting every time she repeated the saying. Gail was honestly trying to get better with the listening and talking thing, especially when Holly was emotional.

"I walked up to her and said,” turning to face Gail who brushed the tears away from her cheeks, “‘Junior, do you want to go on a date with me?’"

Holly paused to lower her head, Gail was heartbroken to see the woman so distraught. To know that Holly struggled emotionally growing up, she couldn’t imagine what it was like going into the real world realizing she was a special exception from the social norm. But the mere thought made her angry at the world. Who could ever be rude or judgmental towards her Holly? She was the most sincere woman, well, person that she had ever met.

“She said yeah, you know.” Holly said, knocking Gail out of her thoughts. Gail was glad for her, and happy that she didn’t have to hunt down this woman for hurting Holly.

Wiping away the last tears Holly reached for her glass.

“And she fucked my brains out that night.”

Gail coughed on her drink taking in the sudden change and looked mouth agape at the woman. 

“I thought I could and I did, I did it all night long and never thought I would stop there.” Holly stated proudly. “Hey, do you think goats like cheese?”

This was really bad, but it’s too late.

Tips from your friendly neighborhood bartender:

1. When you walk up and I greet you, do not bark your drink order at me and then stare. I am a person. You don’t have to engage me in a huge conversation, but don’t act like I am a beverage machine.
2. Prices are not negotiable.
3. If I ask to see your ID, produce your ID. I don’t care if the door man checked you. The longer you argue with me, the longer it will take you to get your drink.
4. I will not serve you if your ID is expired. That is the law.
5. I do not cut you off for fun. If you are over served, I run the risk of losing my job, my license, and the liquor license of the establishment I work for. Your night out is not worth my livelihood and reputation, let alone the harm you may cause yourself and others by getting behind the wheel.
6. If you order something I don’t know how to make, be patient. There are a lot of drinks that are specific to certain regions and establishments. There are certain drinks that go in and out of fashion. There are A LOT OF FUCKING DRINKS. Although I am good at my job, I do not have encyclopedic knowledge of cocktails and, if you don’t know what’s in it either, you do not get to talk smack.
7. Tipping is up to you. It is considered standard in the industry to tip one dollar per beverage, but I will not bother you about it. Just don’t come up to me talking about your annual wage, bonus, raise, what you won at the casino, etc. and then stiff me.
8. There is no such thing as an emergency drink. We are all here to have a good time. Don’t tap your feet, wave your empty glass, or throw money at me when I am engaged with another guest.
9. I keep good track of who walked up to the bar first. I will serve you in order. See number eight.
10. I know the liquor laws for my state. You do not have as strong a grasp of them because you do not have to serve people on a daily basis. So when I tell you that you may not have more than a double in front of you at one time, you do not get to argue with me and tell me other bartenders/bars serve you triples all the time. That’s the liquor control board’s problem, not mine.
11. I don’t want your number. Nor do I want your son, nephew, friend, or grandson’s number. I don’t want your tattooist or piercer’s number. I don’t want your drugs. And I certainly cannot have a drink.
12. You are drunk, but remember, I am not. So what you may think is cute, I may find harassing. I can and will walk away from you and I will not be sorry.
13. If I see you outside my bar, I will not engage you first. I do not know your life and do not want to reveal to others where, what, or how often you drink as this may be embarrassing for you. Please do not give me the cold shoulder after I didn’t wave to you at WalMart.
14. If you are having a problem with another patron harassing you and I do not notice either because I’m busy or because you are far away, please let me know. I am here to help you in that regard, but coming up and screaming at me after someone was rude will not help either of us.

There’s a thousand more. I love my job, but people just have no concept of bar etiquette and it drives me nuts. You’re ordering a drink and at an ADULT entertainment venue and paying for an experience. This is not McDonald’s ya’ll and you aren’t just ordering some Happy Meal. (No shade to McDonald’s employees intended. I did my time in fast food and you have your own hell to suffer through.)


Woven: Wait For Me - Chapter 6

“I’m really glad I met you, MJ. You’re – hicc – like my best friend.” Gwen is definitely past the stage of tipsy. MJ has learned to control her liquor a little better over the years and she can recognize someone who hasn’t. She knows it’s probably the alcohol talking, but Gwen’s words really mean a lot to her.

“Right back at you, Gwendolyn.” MJ returns, smiling. It feels really nice. So much so that she instantly knows she’ll try everything in her power to bury her feelings for Peter Parker as deep as she can so she doesn’t jeopardize this blossoming connection with Gwen. It’s going to be hard, but as she looks to the too-red-faced Gwen opening up to her like this, she feels it’ll be worth it.

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(Not) A Day Like Any Other

It’s January 24th, 1979. You are tiny. Much smaller than all of the other babys in their beds. Your mom and dad are looking down on you while you smile up at them with bright green eyes, the colour of hope. They kiss you good night and tell you that “Angels are watching over you”.

It’s January 24th, 1981. You wake up to the sound of your mom singing. A few years later you will learn that the song she was humming is called “Hey Jude”. Instead of cookies or a slice of birthday pie, she serves you tomoato-rice-soup, because you are running a fever. She lies down right next to you and reads you a story until you fall asleep.

It’s January 24th, 1983. You remember your 4th birthday like no other, because it was the last one you had truly celebrated. It was the last one with her.

It’s January 24th, 1984 and it’s a day like any other. Your dad didn’t buy any presents or a birthday pie. He just sits at the kitchen table studying something you cannot make sense of while you rock your baby brother to sleep. When you go to bed that day, the tears come fast and they stay for a long time. You pull the pillow over your head so the sound won’t wake up Sammy.

It’s January 24th, 1986. Dad took you shooting for the first time. As a birthday present. When he told you and Sammy that you’d go on a trip for a short moment you had hoped he’d take you to Disney Land. You didn’t let your fear of holding a gun show. Especially not after Dad patted you on the shoulder, so proud of you for being such a good shot.

It’s January 24th, 1988. Dad’s on a hunt and he parked you and Sammy at Fred Jones’ place. The guy is funny. You watch cartoons together. When he realizes it’s your birthday, he feels guilty for not even having a slice of pie for you, so he hands you a beer instead. That night you’d experience for the first time how the entire room is spinning once you close your eyes to lie down.

January 24th, 1991. You can cook yourself and your brother a meal, you know how to shoot a gun and you know better than not to salt the doors and windows when your dad’s not around. You hadn’t expected for him to be home on your 12th birthday, but he was. It was the day you made your first sawed-off shotgun.

It’s January 24th, 1992. Your father wasn’t there on christmas and he wasnt there on your birthday. You try to tell yourself he just forgot it, but deep down you know, the hunt is more important than a kid’s birthday. The only present you’d get are the candy bars you know Sam stole when you two were going outside for a bit. When he hands them to you, wrapped in a handkerchief, you almost tear up. But you bite them back down, a boy doesn’t cry, that’s what dad always says. So you won’t.

It’s January 24th, 1995. You are at Sonny’s. At first you hated it, but then it wasn’t so bad. But you miss your brother, wish he could be here with you celebrating your birthay the way you two saw kids celebrate on tv. With stupid little party hats, loud music, presents and sweets.

It’s January 24th, 2001. It’s the first birthday you spent completely alone. Sam is at Stanford and your father god knows where. You celebrate alone - the same way you would the next 3 years: blackout drunk.

It’s January 24th, 2006. It’s the first time in years that you don’t spend this day alone. Sammy gives you shit for being tipsy around noon already and he rubs your back in the evening when you heave into the toilet.

It’s January 24th, 2007. It’s your last birthday and well, you celebrate it like it is your last one. You got Sam to drive out with you to Las Vegas and it would almost be fun, if there weren’t tears welling up in yours and Sammy’s eyes half the time.

It’s January 24th, 2008. You’ve been back for four months and nothing is like it was before. Your mother was right when she said “Angels are watching over you”. If only she knew they are also massive dicks. Thanks to Castiel, you have two birthdays to celebrate - or mourn - now. You don’t know if you should laugh or cry - it’s your 29th birthday here, but you have lived 40 more.

It’s January 24th, 2010. But you don’t know. Sam is gone and you are still here. It’s nothing to be proud of, it’s nothing to celebrate. You spend your days in a haze on Lisa’s couch. Beer has turned to liquor. And self control has turned to dust.

It’s January 24th, 2012. You spent the day with Sam and Bobby in Rufus’ cabin. Your leg is still in a cast and the furthest you have moved in the past couple of weeks was from the couch to the bathroom and back. Sam brought you pie. It tastes like ash in your mouth, but you eat it telling him “It’s best damn pie you ever had”, because you just want to see your brother smile for once. When Sam and Bobby have gone to bed you celebrate yourself to sleep with the doubled dose of painkillers and whiskey and maybe a prayer you know he can’t hear.

It’s January 24th, 2013. You have lost count of the days. You have lost count of time. You don’t know it’s your birthday. You forgot that day even exists, you even forgot your own name - here you are only “the human” - no need for individuality.

It’s January 24th, 2015. You turn 36 today. you never thought you’d make it this far. Well, if dad hadn’t sold his soul you hadn’t. When you take a look at everything that came after that, all your mistakes, you kind of wish you could turn back time and spare your brother and your best friend all the trouble. You turn 36 today and when you get up in the morning you feel like the 76 year old guy that you are. Every bone in your body aches, the mark screams. When you come into the kitchen, it’s decorated with balloons. A giant pie is sitting on the table. When Sam sees you walking in, he pulls you into a hug. For a moment the pain in your head subsides, the mark falls silent. “Do you want a slice?”, Sam asks. You just nod. Then your phone buzzes. It’s Cas.

“Hello Dean! :) Happy Birthday, old guy. :P Believe it or not, you are a rolemodel. :D I want you to know that we will find a way. I once gripped you tight and raised you from perdition and I would do it again. Every. Single. Time. Thank you for everything. <3 See you later!”

You feel the mark flaring up on your arm, you swallow hard, close your eyes. When you open them back up Sam is holding out a plate with pie for you. He is smiling. “I believe in you, Dean”, he says. “We’ll find a way.” And this time when you feel the tears roll down your cheeks, you just let them fall. This. This all you need. All you want. Sam, Cas and you. Family. That’s worth fighting for. You will.