[hr][hr][color=00ff99][h1][center]Sutton Smith[/center][/h1][/color][center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/ui3g0gvQhkjBe/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Jake's 
Interacting With: Liam Matthews [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]Sutton glanced up, wiping the counter as another man sped into the establishment. At least this one couldn't quit on her, and leave her to run the place by herself. Plastering on a smile, Vivian set the rag aside, ready to start the day. The man was from out of town--definitely not a local. [i]Maybe he'll tip better than 15%...[/i] she hoped.

[color=686F91][b]"Do you do coffee? Good coffee?"[/b][/color]

Sutton nodded, chuckling a bit. [color=00ff99]"This is Washington--it'd be illegal if we didn't,"[/color] she said, walking over towards the coffee maker. Grabbing a mug, she poured some of the fresh coffee out of it, walking back over to the stranger. [color=00ff99]"Do you want cream, sugar, anything? We've got the works."[/color]

She smiled, glancing briefly up at the clock. Still a few hours until the meeting, and none of the cooks had shown up to work. No matter. She could sell booze as well as she could sell coffee and scrambled eggs. And if the people were hungry, she'd make the food herself. It didn't matter. 

After all, with the keys jingling around in her pocket, she was the new owner of this restaurant--until Jake got the balls to come back to town. Everything was perfectly normal. No signs of the apocalypse anywhere. 

[color=00ff99]"So, stranger, where you from?"[/color] she asked, eyeing his press badge. [color=00ff99]"Here to get live, exclusive coverage on the so-called end of the world?"[/color] She couldn't help but like the guy. He had to have been one of the most attractive people in Altsoba County--though, that wasn't saying much. Most of the people in Altsoba tended to be perfect small town types, more ready to wrestle a cow than put on anything without overalls. 
[hr][hr][h1][center][color=silver]Vivian[/color] & [color=3366ff]the Reverend[/color][/center][/h1][center][img]http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b518/ThetaOswin/gif_zps39vk3lmv.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Number 5 Maple Road 
Interacting With: Each Other[/center][hr][hr]The Reverend sighed, his hands in his pocket as he knocked twice on his daughter's room. In his attempt to be more father-like, he had decorated it before she moved in. Little purple and pink stickers spelled out her name, surrounded with fairies and princesses and unicorns.

[color=3366ff]"Vivvie, sweetheart?"[/color] the Reverend called out. The door slowly swung open, and he groaned, averting his eyes. Vivian was sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by empty beer bottles and only half clothed. To the right of her, there were broken pieces of glass, and he sadly suspected heroin to be the culprit.

[color=silver]"Not guilty,"[/color] Vivian muttered, her eyes hardly open.

[color=3366ff]"Vivvie, it's me,"[/color] the Reverend said again, taking a delicate step into the room, pulling his trousers up slightly, as if the moral stench could stain the fine fabric. [color=3366ff]"It's Dad."[/color]

Vivian groaned, rolling over. [color=silver]"Changed m' mind. Guilty. I'm guilty as fuck."[/color] The Reverend shook his head, averting his gaze, while gesturing at his daughter to make [i]some[/i] attempt at decency. 

Vivian rolled her eyes, getting up and grabbing a pair of jeans that had only been worn three times since her laundry was last done. By the time she was fully paved, Vivian sniffed at her shirt. Smelled like beer--just the way she liked it. 

[color=3366ff]"There's a leaf in your hair, dear,"[/color] the Reverend added politely.

[color=silver]"And there's a stick up your ass,"[/color] Vivian grumbled, her eyes flashing darkly. Pulling the leaf out of her hair, she would have [i]loved[/i] to strangle her dear old dad, right then and there. They didn't have exactly the best relationship, to put it lightly. And if Vivian had her way, the relationship would have ended.

But for now, her work was in Altsoba -- and so, staying with the Reverend was needed. 

[color=3366ff]"Vivvie, dear, could you just [i]try[/i] a little bit?"[/color] the Reverend asked, his tone steadily rising. He clenched his fist, punching the wall in anger, before taking a few calming breaths. Brushing his hand free of the dry wall, he chuckled a bit to himself, mumbling an apology to his daughter. 

[color=silver]"S'alright,"[/color] Vivian said, shrugging her shoulders. [color=silver]"Today is judgement day, Dad! Are you [i]excited[/i]? Your one way, express ticket to hell... All expenses free!"[/color]

The Reverend smiled softly. [color=3366ff]"Today is the day... our last day on Earth. Let us give thanks, and make love, not war,"[/color] he said, clapping his daughter a bit roughly on the back. [color=3366ff]"Vivian, please, remember to come back to Christ. For the Lord is good."[/color]

Vivian flinched a bit, her eyes darkening, yet the Reverend had already turned his back. Spitting on the ground, she shoved past him roughly, and ran down the stairs, heading for the center of town. Hopefully, her fugitive would be there--and then she could get the payment she deserved.