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@alesebydesign-blog
alex.
“Sorry again, did not mean to” he sighed as he looked up at the other, “really? I mostly paint but lately i have been drawing more"
“oh, yeah. i’m into a bunch of different methods, a bunch of different art related things. i used to always walk around with a sketchbook. i mean, i still kinda do. it’s part of the job description.”
robin.
“Nicole Mann, yeah of course! She’s only my hero, is all. What about her?”
“well, there’s this event that she really wants a custom dress for. which yanno, i don’t do anymore-- but when my assistant told me who she was, i was like wait. so basically, i got us into some swanky nasa gala thing. you can love me now.”
emil.
“Oh, it was not active, but I could not remember if they ever come back to their nests or not, so I thought it was best to make sure it was gone. I have heard about that, though I cannot bring myself to watch the videos. Wasps give me the ‘creepy-crawlies’, as Lucas would say.”
“oh, well i’m gonna have to dock some bad ass points then. sorry.” alese nodded empathetically. “...yeah. i kept having to turn it off and on because it started to freak me out, but i really wanted to finish the video. i’m so not down with the anthopilas- or is it the hymenopteras? honestly, not even sure how i know either. i slept through science class.”
edythe.
“Yeah, sorry I’m late, I just had to deal with what I’m sure is the worst uber driver in New York. I should suck it up and drive more. Anyway, did you order yet?”
“at least you were smart enough to not get a taxi, or else the bill would’ve been insane. you should really use lyft, though. uber supports him.” alese made a face, not even wanting to say the president’s name. “no, not yet. i was waiting for you, which is how you know it’s real.”
theodore.
The blonde’s footsteps halted, a look of confusion scrawling across his face as he looked to the woman.
“… Sorry?”
“sorry?” alese imitated theodore’s expression. “did i stutter, mountain man?”
peyton.
“Ugh, this is the last thing I need.” They sighed. “Not because I particularly wanted to see him but because I’ve been looking for this fucking address for an hour.”
“...it’s kinda funny though when you think about it. ‘cause you were probably looking for it because you didn’t wanna stand him up and seem like an ass, right? but he’s actually the ass. wow, inception.”
indigo.
“Yeah, um. what did you say you wanted me for again?” Indigo asked, looking down at the girl. “What are you doing down there anyway?”
"your first edition copy of treasure island-- what do you think i wanted to see you for?” alese let out a faux long suffering sigh. “measuring the dirt to cement ratio.”
kev.
“What? Are you serious? You- You seriously are asking me that question?” Kevin raised an eyebrow, then rolled his eyes and let out an overdramatic sigh. “The Beatles, darling. I Am The Walrus. A classic.”
“what--no, hey! that’s not how it goes, you changed the lyrics!-- and you called it a proverb. i thought you were quoting the bible for a second.”
jude.
“—suga how you get so flyyyy.” He set her down with a chuckle. “Man. How you been. What’s the 411. Where’s the hot new place to get pizza nowadays? I need all the new deets.”
“aww, can that be our song?” alese joked. “i’ve been okay, just busy. it’s all just fashion biz stuff...” she trailed off, not sure if jude really wanted to hear all of the details. “and muncher’s diner. always muncher’s-- but where have you been?”
juliet.
“No need to apologize, love. It’s quite alright.” Juliet smiled more as she approached the brunette. “Thank you! I’m happy to be here.” Her words were true. “I’m Juliet, Juliet Evans. You are?”
"oh, i’m alese mac bradaigh,” the designer introduced herself. “from westbrook. what part did you just move to?”
tessa.
“You know…as of late; I have the strongest feeling that it is.” She nodded, a silent ‘you’re welcome’, allowing the female to take back her items as she, in turn, took back her own. “Well, I suppose that would all depend on the price difference. …-On the item versus the repairs to ourselves.” Full lips curved further upwards with the words, the female already seeming more relaxed thanks to the brunette’s kindness, unexpected in the midst of her hectic day. “Pleasure to meet you; I’m Tessa. -And is it that obvious?” She mused, brows lifting in clear mockery of a confused expression only for her features to ease once more. “I am, though. As of just this morning actually.”
“well, considering hospital bills have a record for putting a dent in even the wealthiest of pockets, i think the items have the win.” alese smiled, shaking her head energetically. “oh, no. i mean...it’s just that this is one of those places where when you’ve stayed awhile, you kinda get to know everyone. unless you’re one of those loner types, and even then, you’re usually on a first name basis with them too-- but it’s nice to meet you, tessa. what part did you just move into?”
jennifer.
“Freaking orange. You know me so well – I look great in orange. Nah, I’m tired, that’s all.”
“the best, really. ah, i see. well, is it at least for fun reasons?”
malcolm.
“Yeah, thought I was coming to a fitting. In and out, why the fuck are you sitting on the floor not ready, nothing. I don’t have time to jerk my balls and watch you pencil fuck yourself…come on. Your designs aren’t cold rub worthy, noo fucking way…”
“okay, first of all,” alese began, standing up. “you’re late. i’m an artist. do the math. second of all, i’m doing you a favor....for reasons i can’t seem to recall at the moment, so put some perm on that attitude. i have no reason to want to keep you here longer than necessary.” she grabbed a measuring tape off her desk. “did you remember to weigh yourself like i told you?”
alec.
“You know me, i am known for my mysteriousness” he laughed, “i want something sweet, been a stressful day. What about you?”
alese laughed along with him. “sounds like a good idea. it’s not too freezing, so i think we can get brownie sundaes without anyone giving us weird looks. not that it matter what they think. fuck em. anyway, the brownie will be warm so that sort of counts, right?”
sierra.
"Yeah, sorry I had a text book emergency. My idiot dog decided to pee all over it, so I’ve been trying to dry the poor thing for, like, an hour… Long story short, I’m gonna’ need a new book.”
“seriously?” alese’s face scrunched up, shaking her head slowly. “so gross. i think your first mistake was trying to dry it, though. i mean, you can’t exactly wash piss out of paper-- but it’s all good. where do you have to get your new book from?”
libby.
“–.. here I-I am, yeah.. was I meant to be meeting you?”
“uh, yeah. we’re supposed to be getting hot chocolate, with all the trimmings. remember?”
andrew.
“Hey there. What are you doing just sitting on the ground?” He asked looking down at her.
“i don’t know, i was feeling antisocial.” alese stood up, wincing. “the bruising is totally worth it.”