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text ✉ layla ferguson.
Layla: Ew no it's an old lady name!!!!
Layla: As I do often with myself, I'll keep hoping for negative for ya.
Aliza: It's a gorgeous name. I love it.
Aliza: For the moment, at least. A 4 and a 6 year old is all I want - we have one boy, one girl. If we add another, we'll be outnumbered - and I don't know if I can handle that. 💀
lilahsimmons:
Delilah loved her niece and nephew to pieces but it was nice to be able to spend time with just her sister, like the old days. Delilah had done her shifts for the week, so she was looking forward to a short little break, well deserved or so she felt. Aliza also needed a break so it was a pretty great time for the two of them to just shit and chat and do very little. Lilah had already adjusted her pump to compensate for the coffee and the cake, so she was set, but she knew that Aliza would worry anyway.
She laughed, Delilah wouldn’t break doctor/patient confidentially, at least not officially but she did sometimes let small details out, especially the ridiculous ones. She cringed rather strongly at the thought of a lightbulb and the damage that that could do, it wasn’t the shape that was the issue, more just the chance of shattering and how horrific that would be. “No not quite,” she mused, “it was a coke can…” she tailed off, eyebrow raising, “I know sex toys are expensive but they’re really worth it, as they’re made to go in and come back out.”
“Oh my god,” Aliza snorted, trying not to picture it in her head, “how did it even get in there in the first place? The amount of work they must have had to do just to get it to fit....” it was disturbing, and even after all the clients and parties she’d thrown throughout the years, sometimes she was still shocked by what people could come up with.
“Your work horror stories are always so much more entertaining, even if they’re way, way more gross,” Aliza chuckled, cutting herself a piece of cake before curling herself up on the couch next to her sister - this was what they’d used to do, back when they were growing up - Aliza could remember being fifteen, Lilah only 10 but the two of them sneaking downstairs for late night gossip sessions over treats they weren’t supposed to have. Their mother always knew - they were not the cleanest people tidying up after themselves - but Aliza had always loved having someone right there in her own home she could share everything with. “The most exciting thing that’s happened this past week? I caught Jessica Sharpe making out with Justin Graves at my martuesday event. And honestly, they’re so on again off again, I don’t know why they bother paying me money to do what they’re gonna do anyways.”
teagan-li:
location; the full cart with; @somertonstarter - open
Watching as someone grabbed the last carton of oat milk from the refrigerated section, Teagan let out an audible sigh, though honestly it sounded a little more like a whine falling from her lips. “Please don’t tell me that’s the last one and that I’m just too short to see there are more in the back.” She sighed and looked up at the other person with the carton in their hand. “And if it is the last one I’ll give you five bucks if you let me have it. My morning coffee is garbage with almond milk and I promise you that literally no one wants to see me without caffeine in my blood stream.” Maybe bribery was the way to go or maybe she was about to have someone tell her to go fuck herself but either way the woman was already reaching into her bag looking for her wallet.
Aliza couldn’t help but laugh; she’d known Teagan her whole life, really, or at least of her. She’d seen her around town - a lot more in the past few years than she had when the girl was an Olympian - and she was hardly about to let the other give her money for something she was already going to have to pay for. “Here,” she offered, handing it over without question and looking for another option as she did, “my son loves it, but he’s just picky - he can drink regular milk, he just chooses not to. Maybe I’ll put it in the carton almost empty in my fridge and tell him it’s oat anyways.”
“Are you still teaching lessons down at the skating rink?” she asked, though the other probably wanted to disappear. Sometimes Aliza was too busy to think about calling or texting people until she was right in front of them, though - her kids hated it, how long she could talk to someone in the grocery store, but time was limited when you ran a business. “My daughter’s been begging me to teach her, but I haven’t had a chance to yet. How old are those that you teach?”
felicityreddy:
Felicity was holding on to more hurt than she could possible stand. Everything about what had happened was causing her pain, a heavy weight in her heart that no matter what she did, felt as though it wasn’t going away. It was the same as the feeling of failure that was also following her around everywhere she went. “What am I meant to do? I don’t know how - I don’t know how to get rid of this feeling inside of me, Aliza.”
She wanted to be stronger. She wanted to be able to bounce back, to marry the man of her dreams and go on to try and have a family again. But there was something holding her back, from not only moving forward but from her fiance too. And it wasn’t fair on either of them, they didn’t deserve their lives to be like this. “I wish I could just flip a switch. Or go back in time, or do whatever I need to in order to change this. I know I have you, and people that will listen to me but really - “ She sighed heavily, a hand brushed over her face quickly. “- I don’t even know where to start.”
Her heart ached; there was no ‘moving past’ or ‘moving on’, no matter what Aliza and everyone else tried to do. This would be something Felicity would have to carry with her for the rest of time - all they could do was find a way to accept it as it was, to try and find a peace with it, to try and bring it with her while finding what had made her happy before.
“This is a start,” Aliza promised, stroking Fel’s hair lightly as she spoke; her entire being vibrated with the need to just fix it but she didn’t know how - this was something she couldn’t plan around, plan for - and it broke her down when she dwelled on it too much. “Just talking about what you’re feeling, what you’re going through - babe, I know it’s not going to be a switch. I just - I know I’m trying to fix you,” she laughed, a bitter sound that she hated coming out, “but I’m not trying to just fix you because of me, you know? Like, I want you to be better because I want you to feel better. I want you to want the things you used to but, like, with a twist or whatever - there’s sadness and tragedy in life and I wish I could do literally everything to take it off your shoulders, but we’re just going to have to figure out a way to carry it with us. And figure out the way forward. No matter what that means.”
text ✉ layla ferguson.
Layla: Hey, whatever it is, I can make it work. I'm a chameleon.
Layla: Wild is my middle name! It's actually Eveline but gross, wild is so much better. I'm on board, 100000000%.
Aliza: I believe that.
Aliza: What? I love Eveline! Oh, that's such a gorgeous name. Marking it down in a notebook in case I somehow get pregnant again, to be honest.
lilahsimmons:
Where: Delilah’s House
Who: @alizasimmons
Lilah had invited Aliza over for coffee and some cake and a good ol’ chat. It felt like she hadn’t seen her sister in forever, though of course it hadn’t really been that wrong, their mother would never allow that to happen. She finished making the coffee and walked over to the couch, passing Aliza her drink before placing her own on the coffee table and curling up onto the chair. “So, last week this guy came in, guess what he had decided to shove up his arse?” she quizzed, Delilah had experienced this situation many times, but each time it seemed equally shocking, she would assume that people would learn their lesson, but that proved not to be the case, especially since some patients turned up more than once.
A night off with her sister was exactly what Aliza needed; the kids were visiting the eldest Simmons for the night, her husband busy trucking along with his own work, and Aliza was exhausted after a never ending few weeks of work without getting a real respite for herself. Thank god for her baby sister - only five years between them, but Aliza had always made sure to look out for Lilah more than she did herself, sometimes - the cake she’d prepared was sugar free, of course, and while she knew her sister would look out for herself, Aliza would always be there double checking anyways.
“Do I even want to know?” Aliza laughed - she knew there was doctor/patient confidentiality, but she loved gossip even more and while she’d never press for names of stories like these, she certainly wasn’t going to talk Lilah out of sharing them. “Let’s see, you’ve already had one with a vibrator stuck up there - was it the elusive lightbulb? Has someone in Somerton truly gone that animalistic yet?”
mariexbecker:
“Aw, well we can always celebrate galentine’s a little later.” Marie offered with a smirk, always happy to spend time with Aliza whom she appreciated so much. In another life maybe they would’ve been together, but as the past showed it the just didn’t fit, and were better off as friends.
“Ooooh, interesting, and amazing.” She smiled, wishing she had someone who would plan her a romantic night just for her, though she gave up on that possibility a while ago. Right now, she just felt too old and used up. “Sounds like a dream.” She took another sip of her drink, smiling at Aliza, “Oh that’s awesome, no doubt. When do I get to see the little devils again? I haven’t seen them in like two weeks yet I’m sure they’ve grown like, massively. They always get so big.”
“No kidding,” Aliza agreed, shaking her head - it was amazing how quickly kids could grow, and she was constantly astounded by the things they did. If they weren’t her kids and she didn’t see them all the time, she wouldn’t have ever believed half the shit they got into. “Abigail’s already trying to copy the Carver twins - Wesley’s girls? She adores them and she’s not even in the same school yet. She just sees them when we go pick up Adam.” It was cute, but nerve-wracking - how soon would it be before she was dating, breaking hearts all over town? It was a given, after all; she was a Simmons girl.
“You’ll have to come over for dinner and game night this week. Any night - you pick. We’ll make some homemade pizza and brownies and have a fun family night. You know how much Adam loves having you on his team - you’re the cool aunt Marie, you know, and I bet you could use a night off from this place. Sometimes I don’t think you ever even leave unless someone forces you to.”
text ✉ layla ferguson.
Layla: Sold, sign me UP. I won't even dress slutty.
Layla: Unless it's allowed, at which point I will obviously dress slutty.
Aliza: Depends on how slutty we're talking. No midriffs, because they're strangely opposed to stomachs - which is a damn shame, because I happen to think they're sexy - but short? Absolutely.
Aliza: I usually start getting requests for retirement parties around April, so prepare yourself - I have a feeling Libby Samson's going to be retiring, and if our conversations at various functions have warned me about anything, it's that her party /will/ be wild.
felicityreddy:
Felicity knew that if there was anyone she could open up to about this, other than her fiance of course, it was Aliza. She’d been the first person they’d called when it happened, and she wouldn’t know what she’d have done if she hadn’t had her looking out for her. Those first few days at home, the brunette had barely left her bedroom, grieving for the life she’d dreamed of, for the person that might have been, the parts of the fantasy future that they’d talked about so many times before that seemed to have slipped through her fingers.
“It’s going to be even harder to try again, Aliza.” She told her friend, her head shaking as she thought about it. She didn’t want to go through the same thing again, much less put her fiance through it again. He didn’t deserve it either. “I just… I’m just scared to let him down again. Scared that everything we talked about doing with our lives is just that… a fantasy. And if that’s the case then -” She paused, pushing away the thoughts that she was having. She knew it was part of the grieving process, that she just needed to work on it and give it time. “I’m sorry, this was… this was meant to be fun, not sad.”
Aliza let out a small ‘tsk’, the same noise she made when her daughter tried to boil down her feelings. She wouldn’t allow it - emotions could be overwhelming, daunting, but it was better to let it out than keep it in. And she kept her hand on Felicity’s back, a constant rub to help her friend feel better. Stronger. More in control.
“I knew what I was doing when I asked,” she reminded her, brushing Fel’s hair back with a gentle touch. “But you haven’t let anyone in about this and I can see it on you. Every day. You have a look of a haunted woman, and maybe everyone else can ignore it or claim ignorance, but I can’t. I need you to be better. I need to do my part in helping you be better. It’s going to take time - you’re never going to stop mourning for what could have been. But baby girl, you can’t be scared to live your life. I know I can’t pretend to imagine what it’s like - “ the idea of ever losing her babies was something she hoped she’d never have to cross - “but I do know that you can’t stay in this stasis forever. And you have me, and you have him and a whole world of people that would do anything for you. All you ever have to do is ask, and we’ll listen.”
MEET ALIZA SIMMONS // ALIZA PRESENTS : second annual valentine’s day gala.
when saturday, february 13th 2021 - 6pm - midnight who open to anyone in somerton / greater surrounding area. cost $30 cover fee allows for free wine / cocktails and appetizers for the whole evening, with 50% of the proceeds going to the somerton fire department. local businesses have also put up gift cards for raffles, with all raffle tickets being $1 and 100% of the proceeds going to the somerton fire department. a general donation booth is also present. where ballroom at hilhop hotel. what
the second annual valentine’s day gala will be held at the hilhop hotel from 6pm until midnight. guests pay a cover fee of $30 for food, drink as well as a donation to the somerton fire department.
with pickleback playing live music for the evening, guests are invited to eat, drink, dance and socialize in their nicest formal wear, as well as compete in raffles for gift cards to businesses like mama’s fishhouse, freeze with friends and golden flour. all proceeds from raffle tickets go to the fire department, hoping to thank them for the safety they provide the residents of somerton all year long.
singles and couples are welcome to come, but the event is 21+ due to the open bar. guests can reserve rooms afterwards at the hilhop hotel for a discount if they show their ticket to the gala.
mariexbecker:
Marie slowly nodded her head, figuring that she never had to make that adjustment considering how she never had to handle a baby, and suddenly, the urge the drink grew stronger. “How can I forget?” She laughed, taking another sip to soothe her jealousy. “She’s so sweet though, look how wonderful she’s turning out to be.” She reminded herself, wanting to be a better friend rather than a bitter one.
“Aw! I love that. I’m sure she’s gonna be so into it, I know I am.” She winked at her, wondering where she could also find a girlfriend like Aliza. “Of course, that’s so lovely of you, though. And what are the plans for the Mr.?” She wondered how she balances the two.
“You know if I wasn’t already jam packed, I’d have a special day planned for you too,” Aliza grinned; she needed to find Marie someone special, someone perfect for her. It was the only reason their brief fling together had been just that - a fling - because Aliza could never give her everything she deserved. And she was very careful not to give her heart away to someone who needed more than she could offer.
“He said he was going to plan a romantic night for us,” she shrugged. “I wasn’t allowed to do any of the planning - which might explain why I went overboard with Alex, you know I hate not being able to plan things.” It was, after all, her entire existence. She was a little bit of a control freak, but if anyone could take that away from her, it was her husband. “So my entire day is booked - Alex in the morning, a nap in the afternoon, picking up the babysitter before hubby and I head out. The kids are excited, too; I hired them that girl Emily for their babysitter - she’s their favorite, because she actually does shit with them. So the whole family has a fun night planned.”
text ✉ layla ferguson.
Layla: You know what, I might know JUST the right person who can do that for you 😋
Layla: I want in on those parties! Nothing like a middle aged woman to truly lead you astray. Are you sure you don't need a partner in crime for these things?? I can just be the entertainment 👀
Aliza: You know what, the next retirement party I have to throw, I'll hire you as a bartender for the night. You don't have to know anything except how to pour a drink and the stories these women tell - I'm pretty sure half of the 65+ have murdered a man in the past.
text ✉ lowell channing
LC: we can totally send you the setlist ahead of time for approval and all that?
LC: and i dunno liz i think im just really bad at the small talk thing sometimes
LC: plus you know my hours can be wonky
LC: youve got it all figured out tho so i need you to be my obiwan
Aliza: I trust you guys. I wouldn't hire you if I didn't. You play whatever you feel works - I'm sure it's going to be incredible.
Aliza: Small talk is painstakingly annoying sometimes, I'll give you that. You just need an opener - something to wow the woman of your dreams into realizing that they're going to fall head over heels in love with you.
Aliza: You're also a hero. That should override wonky hours.
maggiepullman:
Maggie gave the other woman a little uptilt of her head as a greeting as she walked into Hearty Slice and continued talking with the cooks until she’d directed her question at the woman. She laughed at her response and waved her hand a little in the air. “Hey, the secret idea is safely contained in these four–” she glanced around, “six? walls.” She chuckled before pointing to the kitchen and shrugging her shoulders. “At least it is from me, I can’t speak for them when it becomes this place’s number one selling pizza,” she laughed before shaking her head. “I mean, I’ve eaten pizza and chicken nuggets, and they are both the food of the Gods on their own so pairing them together can only lead to greatness, right? He knows I’m right, he’s just scared of it’s potential.” Maggie pointed out towards the cook.
Aliza had to give the girl credit - she was determined to be right, and far be it from Aliza to steer her wrong. “I dunno,” she shrugged, locking her phone and placing it down on the counter as she considered the option. “I mean, there is too much of a good thing - like, chocolate ice cream is great, and it’s better with hot fudge and sprinkles and whipped cream but if you added chocolate whipped cream? That’s too much. It’s the breaking point. What if adding the chicken nuggets to the pizza is the breaking point? Then you could potentially ruin both foods for yourself.”
felicityreddy:
Felicity’s mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, feelings washing over her from the past year that she’d tried (and ultimately failed) to work through in the recent months. She didn’t want to keep hurting, she didn’t want to feel the way that she did, and she certainly hadn’t wanted it to come between her and Harvey the way it had done. But these barriers that she had been slowly putting up were becoming taller, and harder to break through with every passing day.
“I know he loves me, I know.” He’d made no secret of that, doing whatever she needed, being nothing but attentive to her and being just so patient with everything. And yet there was still something in her that was holding her back. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do, I absolutely do. I mean who wouldn’t, right?” She forced a laugh, trying to supress the fact that her eyes were welling up. “I failed him, I failed both of us. I had one job to do and -” She stopped, a hand coming up to her mouth as if to try and keep her from saying too much. “I can’t stop feeling this way.”
“Oh, honey,” Aliza moved closer, taking Felicity into her arms without pause, rubbing her hand up and down her back in a comforting fashion. She’d stayed with Fel back when it had first happened - wanting to make sure she was taken care of, that she was okay, that she could move forward. The duress that they’d gone through was unlike anything Aliza had ever managed herself - Felicity was the strongest woman she’d ever known, and this had only proven that.
“You didn’t fail him or yourself,” she reminded her, stroking her hair softly as she spoke, “things happen that are outside of our control. You didn’t do anything to make it happen, you didn’t want it to happen - “ Aliza took a deep breath, trying to keep her own tears at bay. She’d been so happy when she found out her best friend was expecting - having that torn away had decimated so much of the Felicity Aliza had once known. “He doesn’t think you failed him,” she spoke firmly, knowing this was true; no one had loved Felicity as fiercely as he had. “No one thinks you failed. You’re an incredible woman who went through the hardest thing a mother can - it takes time, but you have to talk to us. To him, to me - to anyone. It’s the only way through it, baby.”
mariexbecker:
Marie chuckled as Aliza showed her affection quite physically, almost drunk enough to kiss her on the mouth but also not quite drunk enough to follow that sentiment. Too many people would be mad at her if she did that, non bene, as her mother liked to say. “Ha, funny, tell another.” She sneered, “Here you have a point. Come on people, where are everyone wanting to snag me up?” She laughed, looking around the place aimlessly. “Aren’t you the most impressive little thing, I can’t function without sleep. I go home and crash before I can even function at all.” She smiled, “What do you have planned for brunch?”
“I used to love sleeping,” Aliza shrugged, “but I think that disappeared around the time Abigail was born. Remember what a nightmare she was for the first two years?” She wasn’t sure she’d ever make up from that loss of sleep - colicky and loud, she was the spitting image of her mother, or so Aliza had been told.
“Oh, I have the whole thing planned out - roses, of course, a picnic downstairs of Aliza’s, french toast and mimosas and maybe even some of my famous cinnamon rolls.” She was excited to get to treat Alex for once - to get to give her love in the form she was most comfortable with. “I had to tell her I was cooking for her, but she backed down without a fight. I just want her to have a magical Valentine’s before she’s stuck working all day, you know?”