callmeemily: ([pleased] better days)
Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins ([personal profile] callmeemily) wrote2014-12-24 01:25 am

Here comes santa claus!

The holiday this year is so incredibly different than the last.

Last year? Raleigh was holed up in the boarding house, no one in 300 miles but her shitty boss knew her name, and she was so poor that she was eating rice, beans, and leftovers from the Seaside bakery.

This year, everything's changed. Orchard House is chugging along astoundingly well; Raleigh puts in long hours, but it's paying off. She's been able to hire somebody else to work the register, she's getting custom orders - the whole thing. She has friends. Honest to god friends, and she's got enough money that she's actually got presents for people. For a lot of people - it's a mix of cookies and things, but there's a little something for everybody piled on the table in the back corner, and one mass-text later she's humming through the bakery, music playing from the speakers, warm cider in a carafe, and everything's warm and cozy.

She looks at it, at this business that she's made with the help of this whole town, and she can't help but smile. Tonight? Spending tonight with friends and found-family? That's what this whole thing's about.

Gathering post! Raleigh will tag everyone who tags in, but feel free to tag one another, too. :) It's up to you if they have gotten a text, or just heard the music and seen the crowd. Everyone'll get something!
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[personal profile] starsfallen 2014-12-27 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Coop." Corry holds out her mug of cider in toast, selectively blocking out the bottle of Grey Goose from her mind. "Coop, with a shirt. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas."

"You know, Will thinks we should coordinate Christmas lights with the neighbors. If he says anything... don't say I didn't warn you.."
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[personal profile] coopdetat 2014-12-27 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I should start hustling people," he answers with a laugh, holding his own freshly poured cup of cider--now spiked with vodka--out to join Corinne's in a toast before taking a sip that makes him shiver in spite of the warmth of the drink. Coop has no plans on getting hammered tonight or anything, at least not any solid plans, but the booze is his own welcome edition to whatever the night has in store.

"Coordinate Christmas lights. Right. I think I brought my fake tree out and that's about it, you might have noticed the outside of my house always looks a little bare." It's not that he doesn't like the holidays, far from it, he's just got way too much other shit to deal with between his mess of a personal life and work. "I'll watch him put your lights up, though. You married a guy with a really nice ass, just saying."