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“My great-grandmother was full-blooded French, and even though my grandmother married into English family, she held onto her heritage and spoke to me in French growing up,” Lucy explained. “Do you speak anything other than Italian and Spanish?”
“Cool. My family’s just.. all Spanish,” he hadn’t thought much about the family of his persona yet, so he was making it up as he spoke, “English,” he said, then corrected himself, adding, “A little English. Not a lot.”
cfmia:
Stella was quick to quip back a retort to his teasing, not being able to take a loss without being a sore loser, even if it was a silly race. “You took that head start because you know it’s the only way you’d win,” she grinned. Being with Beau was so different than past relationships for her and not because this one centered around actual feelings instead of just drugs and sex. That was the extent to which she understood romantic relationships. That was the way she chose to understand romantic relationships. After all, the whole ‘love’ thing never seemed to work out for her mother and sister, no matter how many times they believed they found “the one.”
Believing “the one” didn’t exist was easy for Stella. Every girlfriend or boyfriend she had begun from one specific connection: drugs. She never had a significant other who wasn’t using just as often as she was, and, because of this, the drugs always came first in the relationships. Fighting over who unfairly used more substance, fighting over who was going to pay, fighting when there wasn’t enough money for one more line or hit or pill. Stella was never interested in any of the character traits, unless it was one that had to do with illegal substances.
But then there was Beau. And of course she met him through drugs, like all the rest, but after that, it was all different. He cared about her wellbeing, if she had a pace to stay, when he had absolutely no responsibility to. And in that moment, she wasn’t convinced he was anything special from all the other drug dealers, but the inkling of the thought that he could possibly truly care for her had always been there.
And it was there up until the moment he told her he loved her. And he didn’t even have to get high to say it.
“Oh, really?” She questioned with an unconvinced laugh. Hadn’t Beau seen beautiful places all over the globe during his extravagant family vacations? She couldn’t understand how he was still so excited when visiting these places with her. But before she had any more time to ponder the thought, she noticed the cheeky expression on his face just a little too late, getting caught up in the kiss just to be dunked in the water moments later. Once she had come up and the unexpected water was out of her nose, she was sputtering, “You ass!” as she attempted to push him under the water back, not having the advantage of the shock factor. Failing, she was still close enough for his arms to be around him, despite the betrayal of being dunked. She was never very good at staying far from him. “Now I’m going to taste like saltwater when you kiss me.”
Beau laughed, half at her dig at him and half because she was absolutely true. But Beau really wasn’t even that competitive, not compared to others, and especially not compared to his family. He had always been complacent, always unable to see the appeal of working harder than necessary when there were easier ways to get the same results. Perhaps that (along with the few counts of possession) were the reason he was the only Alexander man not to be accepted into Harvard. At the time it had been a blow to his pride, but he almost immediately got over it. If it had been his brother, his cousins, his father, that would not have been the case. They would still be upset over it today. That was just one of the infinitely numerous ways Beau differed from his family. He was able to see the bigger picture of things, or perhaps more accurately, a different bigger picture than they saw. Beau’s big picture involved everyone just chilling out, not getting too stressed, being able to just live without fearing for their lives. His father’s included getting as much money and hoarding it for himself as possible. It was hard for Beau not to have the same mindset sometimes, but he promised himself that he would never keep money and not do anything with it, so spending it on Stella was an easy choice. He loved the way her eyes lit up whenever he surprised her, whether it was with gifts of drugs or flowers or food, and how calm and relieved she was when the bills would arrive and they weren’t searching their coat pockets for loose change. The feeling of that outweighed the feeling Beau got when he would buy new shoes for himself, but both things cost money. Even if he wasn’t trying to support the same lifestyle he was before he met Stella, he cared even more about the money now. He could always justify it to himself though with Stella. It wasn’t for himself anymore, no, it was for Stella.
He laughed, an obnoxious in-your-face laugh, knowing Stella would do something, sometime in the future, no matter how distant, to pay him back, but it would be worth it for the look on her face. He was glad when she didn’t let his prank bother her too much, and her arms returned around him again. His lips pecked at hers, before kissing a trail up her jaw and behind her ear. “Considering your bad attitude, your mouth always tastes salty,” he teased her, letting his less than complimentary words be overshadowed by the other things his mouth was doing.
averypierce:
“It’s worse because they are American tourists. That’s never a good combination.”
“I don’t know why Europeans don’t travel more, I mean, you’re right here, but I guess we all just want to keep to ourselves, unlike Americans.”
“Maybe I should try French,” she mused. “That ought to do the trick. I think guttural sounds will confuse anyone.”
“If you speak French, then go for it. I never could understand it, but I never tried that hard to learn it either.”
griffinfischer:
Though Beau’s words were overly-sexual for his intentions towards Alissa, he was happy to hear them. They were motivating. He would surely go for it and try his best to get Alissa. What he heard after the twisted motivation made whatever mood Griffin had go down slightly. He frowned, reaching to pat his friend on the back. Something told him that there was more to what he was saying, but the look on Beau’s face did not seem inviting him to press on. “I’m sorry about her. I never knew she was the one behind your tat, I thought it would be a pet or a family member. She must have really been something to deserve something beautiful like that.”
“Nope, it was for a stupid girlfriend,” he said, an effort to make fun of himself (however unconvincing the effort was). “Stupidest thing is I could remove it, or cover it, but I haven’t. I don’t think I ever will,” he admitted, “In fact, I’ll more likely do it again. Been thinking about getting a tattoo for Stella, but shit, I’m worried that once I do, she’ll leave me too.” It was a little more than he had intended to admit to Griffin, but once the words were out, he couldn’t take them back.
ameliaindahouse:
Amelia raised a challenging brow at the young man she could go on and on but didn’t think she’ll ever get to him and see how wrong he was. Of course neither one of them could actually know who was in the right and who wasn’t but they could continue on to see who can give up first. “I do actually, how much time do you have?” Amelia didn’t take it to heart when he said it would only irritate him if she hugged him, in all honestly she wasn’t planning on doing it. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it. It was just a joke, poorly bad one, but you have to admit it’s kind of hard when you’re practically having a conversation with grumpy cat.”
Beau’s face didn’t change even as she attempted to joke with him. He had already decided what mood he was going to be in, and once his mind was made up there was no changing it. “Trust me, I’m not a ‘grumpy cat’. If I was a cat I would’ve already bitten or scratched you like the little devils cats are.”
averypierce:
“I don’t think so either. We’re just going to have to try.”
“I’m going to have to ask to be relocated. I don’t do well around these types of people. I thought I would be staying away from Americans here.”
griffinfischer:
Griffin’s ears perked up at the sound of another girl. Beau had never mentioned another girl in his life, let alone a heartbreak of the magnitude he had mentioned. All he had been told over a few drinks was about those he casually slept with and then Stella, who he loved above all. Or, Griffin had thought above all. “I think Alissa might be able to be that for me,” he mumbled, shuffling his feet a bit. “At least I hope. But wait, I want to hear more about the first girl. I’m sorry if I’m being a bit forward, but…we tell each other so much. I’m curious. What was she like? What’s her story?”
“I say go for it. I never wanted to ‘go for it’ with Stella, and I could’ve been fucking her months earlier if I had. Instead I just sat around all sexually frustrated when I didn’t need to be,” he said, his relationship advice somewhat twisted, but still from the heart. “Her name was Annie. We dated in college. Didn’t work out and I still got her name tattooed on my chest,” he explained briefly, feeling like he owed that much to Griffin. It might not have seemed like much of a confession, but it was the most he’d said about Annie to anyone besides Stella.
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aria-salvini:
“Well not in those words exactly,” Aria stated with a small smile, hoping that Adrian wasn’t hurt by the comment she made. “I think Valor was pissed about something and took it out on the conversation we were having.” Though to the hippie, Valor always seemed irritated about something. To her, Valor just needs to smoke a joint or two and chill.
Aria nodded her head at Adrian’s order as she waved the waiter over. “Black coffee to match your soul?” She joked playfully as the waiter walked over to their small table. Once they order was placed – a black coffee for him and herbal tea for her, Aria scanned the area around them, unsure what to say. To be honest, she was a little nervous since Adrian would be like her supervisor in a way, though Valor would be her boss.
“But he implied it,” Adrian said, nodding as he accepted the comment. It wasn’t much of a leap, knowing he and Valor had always had a rather complicated relationship. They just did things very differently, Valor usually professionally or with violence, while Adrian liked to do his own thing, or nothing at all.
“Damn, is that what you think of me already? That I have a black soul?” he asked with a scoff, a small smirk showing that he didn’t take any offense. “I’m not as dreary as some of the others in this business. I like to think that I’m a fun guy. Or, at least, I used to be. I’m rather disgustingly domestic now.” Adrian’s idea of domestic was rather twisted, seeing as nothing about his job or identity was normal at all, except for the fact that he’d been seeing the same girl for a year now.
griffinfischer:
Passing over the crassness of Beau’s response, Griffin sighed. “I dunno. It’s just…you’ve always been so well off with Stella, and before that from what you told me, you didn’t exactly struggle with the ladies. I haven’t always been so lucky. I was worried you’d find some flaw or think I could do better and…and wake me from this dream I feel like I’m entering with her.”
Beau actually laughed, as the story was so much more that Griffin could see. “The first girl I loved, broke my heart. Crushed it. A million pieces. I slept around until I met Stella ‘cus I was never over her. Still aren’t if I’m completely honest, but I don’t need to be over her because I’ve got Stella now. She covers it all up, makes me forget about it. But it’s still there,” Beau finally broke down and admitted, “You don’t do shit like me because you’re like, a fucking romantic sap. But that doesn’t mean you’re less lucky. You just gotta find romantic sap girls, which is a lot harder than finding a girl who wants to fuck like three times tops, at least in my experience.”
cassmorgan:
Cassie barely even noticed the change in tone, meaning it all a as a joke and not taking it seriously because she never took anything seriously. “Well yeah,” Cass chuckled, “we all have things going on. But what about when you’re not around? What about right now? Does she call you?” She gasped suddenly, getting excited. “Does she have one of those translator apps? I have one of those.”
“She takes care of herself, and she keeps busy. She’s not a child,” he scoffed, in fact Mia was the more responsible of the two by far, “Well I’m rarely not around. We’re only apart when we’re working, and there are people that speak English at her job, and I work a lot either during her hours or at night when she’s at home.”
griffinfischer:
Griffin laughed to himself. Beau’s support for the idea, and for his relationship with Alissa in general, was wild, but greatly appreciated. He was shocked but pleasantly surprised to hear his enthusiasm. “Sounds like a plan to me! I’m really glad that you are excited about her, mate. I was worried for a bit that you wouldn’t approve.”
“Why wouldn’t I approve. I’m always a fan of my friends getting laid by knock out babes,” Beau said, sensing the conversation was getting a little too emotional for him.
ameliaindahouse:
“So let me this right, you don’t think we actually have a purpose in life and that human nature is basically being selfish and our only meaning is to reproduce?” Amelia asked feeling herself being both sad and irritated with the boy. Irritated because he was just basically raining on her parade, though she was used to it she couldn’t help feeing sad. Sad because he felt the need to bring down her hopes, but most of all sad because he had his reasons to do so. Amelia believed people were the way they were because of the things they have seen in life or even had to do in order to get by. “Oh gosh, please stop right there. I don’t mind hearing your view on evolution but if you keep going on with all this negative talk I might actually hug you in order for you to lighten up.” She said before thinking better of it “Or that might not lighten you up…don’t make me start making horrible jokes because I will.”
Beau took a deep breath, “Yes. Do you have another reason that makes logical sense and isn’t swayed by your emotions?” he asked, a slight jab. “Do not hug me,” he warned her sternly. He may not be as big or as bad as Valor or some of the other guys, but he was still a member of the mafia, and he wasn’t interested in being hugged by anyone except his girlfriend. “None of that is going to lighten me up, in fact, it’ll all just irritate me even more.”
griffinfischer:
“Thanks,” Griffin said, hearing Beau’s words buzzing in his head. It was not often that Beau was the one emotionally invested in a relationship. Usually, Griffin was the one celebrating Beau’s steps forward with Stella. Being on the other side of things felt weird, but at the same time wonderful. He enjoyed knowing his friend was on his side. “I do hope you can meet her some day.”
Beau nodded, thinking that was a great idea, obviously not being very in tune with his own character. “Yeah, bring her over! That’ll work. We can double date and she’ll see how fucking adorable Stella and I are and then she’ll fall right into your arms.”
ameliaindahouse:
Amelia bit her lip as he told her how wrong she’s been this whole time and the real meaning of human nature. Of course he would be that kind of person, she knew very well about survival of the fittest. She knew very well how messed up some people could be just to get by, just so they wouldn’t sink. It was a dog-eat-dog world after all, but Amelia liked to think that some people were beyond that. That people were growing and realizing that sometimes helping others got you further than to beat them and come on top no matter what. “Is that really what you think it the purpose of life? I mean okay I get the whole survival of the fittest and all but I’d like to think we’re getting beyond that. My purpose in life? It’s to make a difference by helping people. So yes, I do believe that’s our human nature. That we are born with that need to help but that life sometimes just really messes us up we turn into our instincts and so we fight. We help less and think more of ourselves and that’s okay. I’m not like that though.” Amelia said with a shake of her head. “Th-that wasn’t a com…oh forget it” she changed her mind, feeling as if she was talking to Cora all over again. He was basically the male version of her and though it was annoying she couldn’t help but feel like she was going to protect these cyborgs no matter what.
Beau shook his head, “That’s not your purpose in life. Maybe it’s what you want to do with your life to make you feel better, but it’s not your purpose. You weren’t put on this Earth for any reason. No one was. It’s all evolution,” he informed her. He could care less if he crushed the girl’s spirit, in fact, in a pretty terrible way he was sort of hoping that he would.
“So stubborn she won’t learn the language of where she lives? Brilliant.” Cassie laughed, shaking her head slightly at the idea. “I hear that a lot of people get ripped off in Italy when they seem touristy, get charged a bomb for things, you know?”
It was one of those ‘I can insult my girlfriend but you can’t’ things, as Beau’s face fell, suddenly finding her comments not funny anymore. “She’s got a lot of other things going on in her life, and she has me to translate for her, so she’s fine,” he said dryly, “Yeah. That’s probably true. Hope it’s never happened to me before.”
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