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Aug 3 2017, 10:27 PM
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Lola wasn’t used to getting drunk texts from Jasper, assuming that he might be too awkward to text her or too aware that she often working evenings, which was not a schedule she could help but did recognise didn’t help when he usually got lonely at night. As such, when she had received such badly texts, she spent a comically long time trying to decipher them before realising that it didn’t actually matter that he was texting her nonsense, but was drunk and probably needed her to check in on him, maybe take a bottle of whatever horrible thing he was drinking away. Fortunately, she had been lying around at home, watching a trashy film on television and updating Flash Foods’ Twitter occasionally, responding to questions, etc., so she already her phone on hand when she checked his location. She was weirded out to see he wasn’t in his apartment, but in the name of safe friendship procedures, the map told her he was in West London and she grabbed what she thought was relevant before heading out to collect him.
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The bar she ended up outside was, frankly, ridiculously trendy and she double-checked the location on her phone but Jasper’s little dot was there, and he was still texting her. Maybe he’d gotten lost on the way to Bargain Booze or something, she didn’t know, but she went in anyway. She’d expected the lighting to be low, but for a moment, she was convinced she had walked into a pitch black room until she got used to the sight of the place, and then she began a careful round of the room, sure she would find him tucked away somewhere, obviously not hanging out at the bar being the centre of attention. Finally, she spotted tell-tale curly hair and excellent biceps. “George Lucas!” she sighed in relief, only realising how worried she’d been when she found he was okay and just drunk (so not okay at all, really). “Are you alright? I mean, are you thinking coherently?” she checked, hoping he wouldn’t do something disastrous at the sight of her.


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Working in a largely student-y bar, Lola was used to the shifts when school years ended or people got distracted by exams. She didn’t have to do all of that anymore but she was witnessing it via Jasper, if he went back to school again, and had a lot of students flirt with her while she politely reminded them that she was literally dressed as a child. Nevertheless, the majority of the evening seemed rather relaxed; she hadn’t had to glare at anyone or deal with drunken idiots yet, although there was always time, and she was happy to collect up glasses, clean tables, and keep an eye on Flash Food’s Twitter by keeping her phone tucked into her pocket; she figured she had been at Adventure Bar long enough that no one really cared if she was on her phone. Nevertheless, in the midst of putting away clean glasses in a small lull between orders, she was distracted by someone approaching the bar with a look on their face that suggested that they were going to be difficult. She gave herself a moment of internal sighing before she went over.
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She was, rather fortunately, used to this part of the job, where she had to be nice to everyone until she didn’t have to, and despite the royal glare she was getting, she decided that that wasn’t her problem. Maybe the lady had just had a bad day, you know? Maybe she had found out that she was out of lives in Candy Crush or she had lost a good Kahoot game, totally normal stuff. “Hey,” she greeted, edging around the other bartender who seemed to be studiously being useless, “What can I get you?”


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May 6 2017, 10:00 PM
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Lola had been doing really well on the adulting front recently. She’d done things like gotten a second job (adults did this, right?) and had passably normal friends and an apartment, etc., so really, she was probably the adultiest of them all. She had decided to celebrate this by agreeing to go drinking with her old uni friends, all of them sharing stories about work and where they were now (mostly tragically unemployed, they were all very proud of themselves) and generally bar-hopping whenever they wanted. She had vetoed Adventure Bar as a choice- she didn’t want to hang out anywhere she worked, thank you, they might accidentally decide to schedule her in for a shift- and so they’d ended up going from the fancier bars to the seedy ones where they might get inadvertently mugged but the drinks were cheaper. Lola’s bank account would thank her tomorrow, probably, if she wasn’t hungover.
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In fact, she was half-way through a drink of indeterminable colour when she realised she had spent too long staring at someone across the bar. It wasn’t her usual look; she wasn’t considering taking them home, partly because she thought sleeping with someone would get back to Voldemort/Talon somehow, and partly because she wasn’t attracted to this person. She just thought they looked familiar and she was trying to figure out where. Maybe they were regular at the bar; maybe she had studied with them, or bumped into them too many times at McDonalds, meaning she would immediately have to never enter that McDonalds again.
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In the end, rather drunk and pretty cheery about it, she approached, never one for being shy. “Hey,” she greeted, jabbing his arm. She didn’t quite know what she was going to say but she felt like she was just going to roll with it, like most things in her life. “Listen. This is gonna sound weird, but you look just like Elmo. That’s my brother,” she supplied helpfully, although he probably would resemble a fuzzy red puppet if he dyed his hair too.


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Mar 31 2017, 09:20 PM
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Lola didn’t know what had made her apply for a job in social media managing. Yeah, okay, she knew that she had a degree related to marketing, and she was supposed to use it, but at the same time, she had a job where she got to glare at people dressed as Wednesday Addams, so she had been pretty sure she was living the life. Nevertheless, she had applied. She had even interviewed. She had not told them just how much take out she ate on a weekly basis, feeling like this would have made her over-qualified, and agreed to check out Noor’s place, which was apparently the hub of operations. She was now going to have to remain attached to her phone, she realised, and hang out there pretty often, and she wanted to make sure that they would accept that one day, she would be shitposting on their Tumblr, all in the name of getting Flash Food out there.
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She had arrived early and then felt weirdly pathetic for it, because she wasn’t really known for being on time. She just wanted to make a good impression, even though, again, they would one day find out about her meme-dedicated Instagram, and then all street cred would be lost. Knocking on the door, she worried about minor things, like whether this was the right door, or the zombie apocalypse, but didn’t really get far to plan in each scenario before the door opened. Fortunately, she recognised Noor. It would be quite awkward if she didn’t. “Hi! Lola,” she reminded Noor, pointing at herself with what she hoped was great help. “Just, uh… hi,” she decided lamely, unsure if she could be like, ‘let me in, give me a key, and tell me where the bathroom is.’


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- Hiii! I am looking for an elder brother for Lola here, and tbh, I don't really have a set personality in mind, so this is pretty free reign! Her history is set (and I'll explain that!), but I'm basically down for you to take this request anywhere tbh, and we can discuss Lola and her brother's relationship once we've got ideas down. :'D The things that I want to stay are that he's definitely older than her; I'm down with any member group (even ghost?? oooo), face claim (I used Robbie Amell here), personality, etc. <p>
- For the sakes of this ad, I'm gonna call this guy Elmer and yes, I know it's nightmarish, but Lola's real name is Dolores - so you're free to register him under an appropriate nickname, but pls keep their parents' really bad naming skills in mind :|<p>
- So Lola and Elmer (loool) were born to a hunting couple and raised pretty much travelling around England, taking out rogues, taught how to hunt, did a lot of sports training, were told how terrible supernatural people are. Now, I do figure that for the most part, Elmer and Lola went along with it. Lola went through her rebellious phase as a teenager, continually saying she was leaving with a boyfriend, and coming back a few days later, but Elmer might have been more complacent or biding his time or even actually okay with hunting! your choice! <p>
- Lola moved to london when she was nineteen because she had decided to go to university to get away from it all and she's actually lost touch with her brother completely. so, really, it's also your choice how he ends up in london. for her part, lola does like elmer and she's very casual, friendly, and enjoys memes, so she'll like having him around, if he wants to be around her. or they could fight over different ideals for drama or end up watching all the movies they missed as kids in a four-week long marathon who knows tbh<p>
- like i said, his personality is very open :| idm discussing extra things or hashing out details (like what they were like as kids ahah), etc, and i'm available on skype or pm for that! \o/

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