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ALEX NOVAK. 25. Drug Dealer. ❝ A paranoid is someone who knows little of what's going on. ❞

[alcxnovak]

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Location: Sauna at the Azure Tulips Hotel Spa

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"I wonder if hell is a dry heat like this," Dilan mused, her remark aimed at the person across from her, "I mean, I'm just curious what my internal damnation has in store for me." Dabbing the towel in her hand against her forehead, "I'm not under the illusion that it'll be a five star hotel experience or anything, but I'm just wondering if I'll be perpetually wet or not." It was a small ritual of hers: a spa day at the hotel to detox from her bad mistakes. It never stopped her from repeating her tiny screw ups, but she only had to fool herself in certain moments.

[alcxnovak]

"I don't think you can feel it at that point." He hadn't thought much about death, other than the fact that if there was a hell, he was probably going there considering he literally aided people's addictions. "Perpetually wet?" He almost chuckled at the comment, trying to keep his immaturity at a minimum. "It's probably just like, not pleasant. Are you having an existential crisis?"

[briebarlow]

starter for: @alcxnovak when + where: april 15th, fashion district downtown

Brie preferred to deal with her problems by not actually dealing with them -- Distracting herself with buying herself new clothes and shoes seemed to do the trick. Sure, she should probably call Elliott, or her lawyer... But a new boutique had opened downtown, and it was calling her name. She browses through sample sizes absentmindedly, passing various pieces to the over eager sale-woman as she goes. As she moves along another dress to her ever growing dressing room -- Only to find Alex Novak standing next to her instead. "Jesus Christ," she starts, giving him an annoyed look. "What are you doing here?" Brie asks the obvious, furrowing her brow as she wordlessly hands the dress off. “If you’re looking for Cass, she’s not here." She continues, turning on her heel to continue shopping. "You stalked the wrong Barlow.”

[alcxnovak]

Alex had been wandering store to store aimlessly, looking at clothes mainly, that he wasn't going to get. He really wasn't sure what he was going to end up doing but that didn't matter when he saw Brie. Maybe Cass was with him. not that he cared. He was used to the look both Barlow's seemed to give him. It must've run in the family. "Am I not allowed to peruse?" He asked, though obviously he was here for other reasons, not wanting to make his motives known though they already seemed to be. "Okay stalking makes me sound like a creep. Why would I even be looking for Cass?" He knew why, but he didn't need other people to know why. Was it that obvious? "I like fashion," He announced, trying to play it cool. "Is that a crime?"

[pinkauras]

The dynamic between Cass and Alex is one that she doesn’t fully understand most days — but then again, there’s a lot she doesn’t get. Typically, Cass likes to think of herself as a pretty chill person (whether or not she actually is is up for debate) but for whatever reason, Alex just always manages to get under her skin. More often than not she finds herself rolling her eyes at him, annoyed by the things that he says and yet… they keep finding their way into bed together and now her thoughts have made themselves a habit of wandering back to him. It’s infuriating.

“I’m watching your date flail around right now,” she shrugs, sipping her drink. “It’s at least a little entertaining.” Despite any of her best efforts, she does find herself giving him a once over. She’s annoyed all over again that he does look good. It’d be easier if he looked like shit. Her brows pull together, nose scrunching. “Jesus, Alex. What do you think I am, a junkie?” She hisses. Though it isn’t entirely untrue and more often than not, their paths do cross because she’s buying something from him. “I wasn’t eyeing you. Stop flattering yourself.”

[alcxnovak]

The way he was talking about this random chick was kind of amusing, so he thought that he'd entertain her thoughts a little bit more. "She's pretty and she's probably one of the best customers I got. The best of both worlds." Neither was true, really, at least in his mind.

"I didn't say you were, stop projecting." He could tell that she was annoyed or whatever already but also she was still talking to him so she couldn't have been that annoyed. "What were you looking at then?" He didn't believe her for shit. He liked to think he knew her a little at this point. "The view? Just admit that you like lookin' at me."

[kissedbruises]

special delivery for @alcxnovak​

Of course. Competition was competition, and it was everywhere, but in Emersyn’s mind - there was no one better than her, but of course Alex Novak would be here. She liked that there was some competition, it kept things interesting - made her fight to keep her clients. Sure, Alex Novak was very handsome, charming - but she had the charm thing down in spades and the notierty. Seeing him there, she smirked as she sauntered over toward the bar, ordering herself a cosmo - it was reliable. Emersyn leaned on the bar and sighed, arching an eyebrow at Alex. 

“Trying to use that lovely Alex Novak charm, I imagine, to get yourself a few licks, darling? Take your shirt off, I’m sure that will inspire some business. I think the drunk girl over there with the Jessica Simpson heels would be very interested.” She smirked, getting her drink and bringing it to her lips. “That is more your crowd, is it not, Alex?” 

[alcxnovak]

He had mixed feelings when it came to Emersyn. It was good to have healthy competition to an extent, though."I don't need any licks. People just come to me. I know that's a new concept for you, but it's always been like that for me." He teased, happy to have some friendly competition around the festival. Or at least he pretended to be. And he was really only trying to impress one person, in all honesty. She wasn't around at the moment. "Jessica Simpson's more up your alley. She has privilege for no reason, right? And has that whole rich thing down?" He wasn't poor by any means but he wasn't rich either.

[dailypaddys]

[ashairis]

Upon realizing who exactly she was talking to, Asha's smile widen. "Oh, Alex. This is perfect." She was going to sit around and watch a couple of performances but hell, with Alex, she could have loads more fun. "That doesn't even matter anymore," she told him easily as she slipped herself under his arm, looking up at him. "Fuck the music. Let's go smoke." She wasn't asking, she was telling. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she pulled him along with her towards a quieter area of the beach. "What'cha got on you?" She asked him once they were more secluded.

[alcxnovak]

He had rolled a blunt that was tucked away in his pocket, lighting it as they made their way to a more secluded area. He was glad she asked, having a wide assortment of party drugs. "Want a hit?" He asked, offering up the blunt to her. He liked to please the masses, knowing what people wanted when they were partying. "I have shrooms, Molly, Coke, edibles." He whispered nonchalantly. Thank god for all the pockets he had in these cargo shorts. People made fun of them but they were more handy when he was selling. "Edibles are on sale, 5 for 10 bucks." Much cheaper than the regulated shit they had nowadays.

[alcxnovak]

continued from here, @renatacortes

"It's a festival, no one gives a damn." He wouldn't remember half of this the next day anyways. "You're gonna just be sticky and shit the rest of the time? Sounds like you're setting yourself up for not a good time." He was a lot more friendly when he was under the influence, that was for sure. Who was he? That one stung, damn. "That humbled him. "Alex. Who are you?" He knew of her, of course but that was embarrassing to admit at the moment.

[ashairis]

open starter for all where: end of the trail music festival

Asha stood near a random stage nursing a drink in hand as her eyes scanned the area. Truthfully, she didn't need to come down to the beach for this. She could see everything clear as day from her apartment window but she had to make an appearance. That was a given. This event was a breeding ground for the whose who of Los Angeles and she'd be dammed if she missed out on something good because she was being lazy.

Tossing a look over her shoulder in the other direction she spotted a familiar face and smiled. "Hey you." Taking a sip of her drink, she scooted a little closer. "Do you know whose performing on what stages?"

[alcxnovak]

He shook his head at Asha, unsure of who was where. Maybe by now he should've known but he was too busy doing other things. "I got no idea." He wasn't really here for the music, ironically. It was probably the one portion of the festival that he wasn't paying attention to. "There's gotta be a directory somewhere, or like something that you can check on the phone." He wasn't the most tech savvy, but he figured there had to be something nowadays, like an app. "I think you're the only one that's actually here for the music."

[pinkauras]

CLOSED — @alcxnovak​ LOCATION — one of the bar’s at the festival, later in the night

Cass is in a mood and that should come as a surprise to absolutely no one. While she’d been enjoying the festival and having a good time, it’s no secret that her moods can fluctuate with the weather going quickly from one extreme to another. Though her soured disposition has little to do with the cool evening night hanging over them, and more to do with a leggy redhead she’d spotted hanging off of Alex for the better part of the night. And then she’d gotten even more irritated because since when does she give a fuck with Alex Novak does with his free time? She’d finished her drink in one go and did her best not to watch the pair out of the corner of her eye — and yeah, maybe she had failed at that but that was her business and no one else’s. She leans against one of the railings, sipping her drink and rolling her eyes when she comes face to face with Alex. “You’re blocking my view,” she deadpans at him, gesturing vaguely to the crowd in front of them. “What do you want?”

[alcxnovak]

Music festivals are about fucking around, doing drugs, listening to music, and doing more drugs. He had a tendency to make friends anywhere he went, probably because he had drugs, but he liked to believe it was because of his charm. Cass Barlow was someone whose skin he was able to get under in a second. He wasn't even sure why, she irked him, he annoyed her, and somehow it led to them sleeping together? It didn't make sense, but he wasn't complaining. It was kinda hot.

He noticed Cass prior to heading towards her, looking his way a bit, wondering if she was looking for a score. He was having a bit of fun with other people prior to heading in Cass's direction, already noticing the pissy face she was making. He looked behind him when she said she was blocking his view, "Of what?" The crowd wasn't much of a view, he was a better view. "I saw you eyeing me back there, figured you were looking for a score. Is that why you're all pissy?" Withdrawal was a bitch. "I know you're not just looking at me cause I'm good looking.

[uf0parking]

where: trail’s end festival, near the vendors 

who: open

It was never a bad time to take a break and check instagram. She’d given up trying to keep up with notifications, she had someone to weed through that for her now. However, she was interested to see who else was at the festival, what people were saying, and of course, what everyone was wearing. It wasn’t Coachella by any means but it was just important as any other public event. Renata was standing, admittedly closer to the middle of the walkway then off to the side, scrolling through her phone. Until someone rudely bumped into her, that is. Whatever disgusting drink they had in their now empty glass was partially covering the bottom half of her outfit. She yelped in shock and jumped backwards. “Are you serious right now? What is wrong with you? Do you know how much this costs?” Immediately she moved to grab the small microfiber towel she had in her handbag for emergencies and dabbing any sweat off from the heat. She let out a frustrated groan while she dabbed at the damp clothing. “I can’t believe you right now. My legs are going to be all sticky and gross for the rest of the night because of you, thanks a lot.” It wasn’t the nicest response but she had trouble thinking before she spoke, especially after a few drinks. 

[alcxnovak]

He had watched the whole think happen, and saw the idiot next to him do it and now he was getting blamed? Considering how crossed he was at the current moment. "That wasn't me." He almost wanted to double check now, second guessing that he didn't do it. And now he was getting confused. But he knew he didn't. Now he had no fucking clue, though, confusing himself. "Pretty sure it was that dude over there," He pointed towards the guy quickly walking away. "You know they sell clothes at the pier shop, right? Could be helpful in your situation." He felt for her, well not really, but that was because he lacked sympathy right now due to the substances that he had consumed.