Beauty Queen

Ambrya Mardin || 27 || Aleman Associate

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 miacostello​:

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Though the pair had never been properly introduced, Mia knew who the brunette was that stood before her. Ambrya Mardin, a social media queen that rivaled the woman of the hour tonight. Mia followed Ambrya on social media after one of her friends had shown her Ambrya’s body of work. Beauty and brains that was only a small part of the brand that the woman created for herself. Mia admired that. 

“No corners what so ever?” That had her brow raising. “I understand not wanting to sneak off into corners but dim light corners can serve their purpose when one wants to be alone with someone.” A smirk on her lips as she made sure to let her gaze linger on Ambrya’s features before it shifted from the woman to the crowd that filled the space those two men had left. 

Mia had chosen correctly for Ambrya. The role of JLo would not have fit anyone else. “If you wont sneak off to any corners…” A glint in her eyes as her gaze once more landed on the other woman. “Why not join me in the spotlight?” If JLo was here to dance then surely she would not pass up the chance to do the very thing she came here for. The dance floor was littered with bodies, some now covered in the black light paint and glitter she had her people put out as the party went later into the night. 

“What do you say, JLo?” Her hand extended out between them. “Care to join Ginger Spice on the dance floor?”

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Ambrya took a closer look at the woman dressed as Ginger Spice and realized she knew who she was. Well, not knew her, but knew of her. She was a member of the Costello family, one of the higher up families of Chicago or so she’d been told. She hadn’t managed to meet any of them yet, though she’d seen them in tabloids and gossip rags. They seemed to be a very interesting family, one that would certainly gain a following if they became the next reality tv stars to put their family life on display. But from what she’d heard of them they preferred to keep things on the DL which only made them even more fascinating to the general public.

“Well when you put it that way.” Ambrya responded, offering a toothy grin as she placed her hand in Mia’s. A slight blush crept onto her features as she began to walk towards the dance floor, noting the fact that Mia had legs for days in that outfit. 

Once Ambrya found a place that seemed fitting for the two them to move around in, Ambrya began moving her body to the music, holding on to the hand of her partner to give her a little twirl playfully. “I have to say, you could almost make the real Ginger Spice look bad and give her a run for her money.” Ambrya commented over the music, offering a friendly smile while still bobbing along to whatever song that played.

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miacostello​:

Wild, carefree and and boisterous. That’s how the attendants at her event would be described in the tomorrow morning’s headlines. Neon, vibrant hues casting shadows on all of those who were lucky enough to be invited to what Mia would hope to be the most envied event of the year. She smiled at those that garnered for her attention as she whispered into the ear of the only individual in attendance allowed to have a digital camera, or any technology that could leave a digital footprint, at Chanel’s birthday extravaganza. The two had been finalizing what images were to be captured, who should be photographed and whom not to photograph should things get out of hand. Which they more than likely would considering the copious amounts of liquor consumed by many. 

“Remember, plenty of the woman of the hour and not too many posed. If I wanted a plethora of posed photos I’d have rented a photo booth for the evening.” She shooed away the photographer, a close friend and one she trusted to be discreet, back into the crowd of bodies that littered the main floor of Sapphire. 

A drunk scuffle was already unfolding between the men of 90210 -the ones dressed as them- outside the roped area of the private section. Apparently the blonde one thought the brunette was sleeping with someone else and it was turning into a thing that was soon to involve the bystander who looked a little too much like the person they were fighting over - a trick of the light and large consumption of alcohol being the culprits- Mia grasped the individual by the hand and pulled them towards her before the security hired for the evening stepped in. 

She gestured with her hand towards the two men being escorted quietly from the party as she jokingly said, “Don’t tell me actually are the one those two have been fighting over all night. Could have saved those two from a lover’s spat if you snuck off with one of them already.” 

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Ambrya had been minding her own business, simply ordering a drink at the bar when two guys had come up to her and started very obviously flirting. She smiled and exchanged niceties but wasn’t quite interested in either of them. Tonight she was JLo, and unless one of them managed to be dressed as one of JLo’s love interests from the early noughties, she wasn’t looking to go further than a pleasant exchange among strangers before getting back to the dance floor and busting every move she picked up from the music videos she had scoured over the last week.

The two guys, however, simply didn’t quite understand that. The moment she had attempted to leave the bar with drink in hand, one of them had tugged on her arm and said they should dance together. The other one jokingly shoved the first guy out of the way and attempted to charmingly steal her partnership in dance for him instead. Guy number one did not see it as a joke.

Quickly the two guys went from tolerably pleasant, to awkwardly unstable. Ambrya could do nothing but stare as the two suddenly became heated over who had the right to dance with her. And what was worse, neither of them were even saying her name. They were calling her something else entirely, and she began to wonder if this was some deep seeded fight that they’d been waiting to pick at their whole lives.

Suddenly, Ambrya felt her arm being tugged at again, this time by a gentler touch, and she turned to see someone dressed as what she assumed was one of the Spice Girls. She could remember buying their cd as a kid and hiding it from her parents because they weren’t fans of that type of music. Plus she’d had a raging crush on Scary Spice.

“I honestly don’t even know if they realized I was there anymore after they got in to it. Which is fine by me, I don’t really plan on sneaking off to any corners tonight. JLo’s here to dance.”

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matthewdunne​:

Matt sat outside the bar, beer bottle in hand after a rough job gone wrong. He got out with the money and the goods, but his eye wouldn’t feel so hot in the morning. He held the cold glass bottle to his injury in between sips when he was approached by someone on the street. 

“You should see the other guy.”

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Ambrya had been out for some errands when she was passing by the bar and spotted Matthew sitting outside. It wasn’t until she got closer to him that she realized he looked worse for wear. Instantly her maternal instincts kicked in and she sat at the table with him, already beginning to dig through her purse to see if she had anything she could use to help him.

“Oh Matthew, what happened? I think I have neosporin in here but I don’t know what it would go on...”

[ambryaxmardin]

You’re Invited to Chanel Albright’s 90s/00s Themed Birthday Extravaganza!

August 1, 2020. 7:00PM. Sapphire. Come dressed as the VIP pass says or you will not be admitted to the event nor permitted anywhere near Sapphire. 

xx

Mia 

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tristan-sullivan​:

Pistachio ice cream? Tristan didn’t personally care for it, but… to each their own! As long as it wasn’t being shoved down his throat, he didn’t really care what other people’s ice cream preferences were. While Ambrya talked, he shoveled ice cream into his mouth, spoonful after spoonful, watching as her face twisted. Ah. Brain freeze.

Rookie mistake!

Tristan couldn’t do anything else but watch what happened next. She dropped the ice cream into the pool. Container, spoon – all of it. For whatever reason, Tristan found it ridiculously funny, and he giggled pretty childishly as he watched the ice cream melt in the water, dispersing into a giant blob of nasty. 

But Ambrya was right. They needed to make an escape. He guarded his ice cream close, gently grabbed Ambrya’s arm, and guided her away from the disaster. They wound up by the oversized floaties, on the other end of the rooftop. He watched as the servers walked over, clearly annoyed at the mess. 

“I can’t believe you would just waste an entire sundae like that.”

Tristan frowned at Ambrya, shook his head in disappointment. He spooned some more ice cream into his mouth.

“Eating ice cream is… a skill. A talent, if you will, and you have to learn how to hone it, grasshopper.” Tristan politely extended his container, silently offering Ambrya some of his ice cream.

“I don’t have cooties. But please don’t drop this. I’m drunk enough that I may cry in front of everyone. And I brought a date, so I can’t look dumb.”

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Ambrya began giggling along as Tristan brought her to a different section of the pool, grabbing one of the floaties and bringing it in front of her as a makeshift cover from the servers being able to spot her and blame her for the mess. “It was an accident, I could never purposely waste something that was so good.” She pouted as she already began to miss what she’d just been eating. And just like that, Tristan was offering some of his instead. Oh she was definitely going to keep him around.

“I take my cootie shots every morning anyway, so I’d be fine if you did.” She joked, taking the ice cream that he offered. Something about sundaes just seemed to hit the spot, even after literally just eating another one.

At the mention of him bringing a date she instantly perked up and started looking around the party as if she’d be able to pick them out herself. “Oh a date! How exciting, where? Are they nice?”

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matthewdunne​:

“Come in and find out.”

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Ambrya hesitated only for a second before she playfully jumped back in, resurfacing and feigning shivers as she swam closer to him.

“It is freezing. I heard someone dropped ice cream in here earlier and it made the whole pool a lot colder.”

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tristan-sullivan​:

Tristan couldn’t help but laugh whenever Ambrya reached for someone’s ankle, clearly frightening them, but she got two sundaes out of it! Fuck yeah! 

“Uh, hell no. I’ll definitely take it,” Tristan said, reaching for the ice cream. Tristan scooped up a bite with the spoon. “I think eating ice cream in a pool is something that can actually be so personal…”

Tristan liked Ambrya. She was sweet, fun to talk with, someone that Tristan didn’t mind spending time around. The more good people that he could surround himself with, the better. 

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” Tristan wondered. “I love sundaes, but I think chocolate chip cookie dough just hits different. Especially whenever it’s like three in the morning.”

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Ambrya happily scooped spoonfuls of the ice cream into her mouth, fighting off brain freeze as she did so. Pausing for a moment to think over his question, she scrunched her nose and turned a little red.

“Okay, don’t judge. But I actually love pistachio ice cream.” She finally admitted, scooping another large spoonful of her ice cream into her mouth so that she could have an excuse in not talking any further. That last bite, however, was just the thing to set off that brain freeze and instinctively Ambrya brought her hands up to her head to ease the momentary pain. Doing that, however, caused her to drop the ice cream, container, and spoon directly into the pool.

Bringing her hands down from her head, she attempted to grab everything as they slowly began dropping to the bottom of the pool, but the ice cream had already begun to disperse throughout the water.

“Oops... I think it might be time to relocate.”

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noah-sinclair​:

“Clean air?” Noah repeated, fully prepared to argue with the woman beside him – until he noticed that she was pretty hot. So he exhaled to his right, even went as far as holding his cigarette away from her. She didn’t look like the smoking type.

“You’re right, I’m an ass,” he said, once she mentioned all of the things that his smoking could ruin. Not that he really cared. “You don’t smoke? I’ve been a nicotine addict since I was fifteen. Shit’s hard to quit.”

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Ambrya chuckled a little at him calling himself an ass. She wouldn’t have gone that far, but she’d also been raised to not call people names. Shaking her head to his question, she quickly pointed to her teeth. White as can be, not a stain on them.

“They’re not very good for when you’re supposed to be modeling some new toothpaste or whatever. There’s only so much photoshop can do before you know it’s extremely fake.” She shrugged and gave a small giggle, looking back out to the view that she’d gone over to see in the first place.

“I’ve heard chewing gum is supposed to help with smoking, if you ever did want to quit. Don’t go cold turkey though, that’ll just make you want it even more.”

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felicitysinclair​:

Felicity eyed the table that had a few bite sized appetizers displayed. Something about just leaving food out in the open, unsupervised, didn’t sit right with Felicity. She watched as a woman confidently popped a snack into her mouth. Felicity made a face of disgust. And intrigue. 

“No idea, but it looks… fishy.” 

No pun intended – it did look like seafood. And Felicity wasn’t a fan. 

“I don’t trust anything that’s just left sitting out like that.”

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“I probably should have just stuck to the ice cream sundaes. They were good.” Ambrya pouted, looking down at her plate and now second-guessing all of her choices. What if they all were a little funky, or made badly, or just something she’d never tried before. But she was so hungry.

“At least you know they were just made because they haven’t melted yet... Did you get to try any? I haven’t been able to track down anymore since I stole two in the pool.” Ambrya spoke to the other girl, though was looking around the party to see if she could spot any more trays of the cold, sweet, treat.

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livia-moreno​:

Livia spotted Ambrya over by the food, fixing herself a plate, so Livia took the opportunity to walk over and say hi. She grabbed a plate, too, piling it with different cheeses, fruit, and some poorly made sandwiches. It didn’t look all that appetizing, and the look on Ambrya’s face only proved that. She was still cute, though. Livia smiled. 

“Umm, I’m not sure, but I wouldn’t try it again. Or, maybe I would, but you’d have to pay me.”

She grabbed a slice of pineapple, popped it into her mouth cautiously. Livia nodded in approval. It was sweet, juicy. 

“The pineapple’s good, though. Very sweet.”

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Ambrya nodded quickly, putting back the remainder of what she’d eaten from her plate to a discreet part of the table. Laughing with a blush, she watched as Livia popped a piece of pineapple in her mouth and then went to do the same. It really was good, and refreshing from the last taste in her mouth.

Looking down at her plate, she found a small piece of brownie and picked it up, holding it in front of Livia’s mouth to taste next. “Here try this, it looked really good so I took five of them...”

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matthewdunne​:

“What, are you chicken? I can warm you up if you get too cold.”

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“Is that a promise?”

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Ambrya had finally pulled herself away from the pool, realizing that the best access to any food was going to be outside of it. Once she’d already scared two different people passing by with trays and failed to have them give her anything, she figured she was on her own and toweled off in search of something to eat.

Coming to a table with various bites, Ambrya began picking up one of everything in site and putting it on a plate that was available. Taking one of the items that she’d just chosen and popping it in her mouth, she realized she had no idea what it was she’d just eaten and made a face of disgust and then reconsideration.

“What did I just put in my mouth....”

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noah-sinclair​:

After a last minute trip to California, Noah was back in Chicago, for good. He’d picked up the rest of his things, found a friend who would keep an eye on his place for the time being. His return to the city just so happened to fall on the 4th of July – what a welcome back! 

“What kind of shitty party doesn’t allow smoking?” Noah wondered, lighting up directly in front of a sign that said not to. 

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“I think it has to do with clean air...” Ambrya said, biting the inside of her lip as she tried to stand out of the direction his smoke blew. She wasn’t the biggest fan of smoking, though she tried to never get in the way of someone doing it. Their life, their choices and all that. But she’d been hanging by the side minding her own business when he’d decided to light up and a puff of cloud came at her face. Plus she’d just started on a martini and her tolerance was at an all time low.

“But maybe they just like nothing to hinder everyone’s vision of the fireworks. Or a spark could light one off accidentally. Or it would ruin the smell of hotdogs.”

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matthewdunne​:

“Come on, the water’s not that cold.”

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“It’s always colder when you get out and then have to get back in. I’m pretty sure there’s a TED talk on it somewhere.”

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tristan-sullivan​:

Just as Tristan was about to justify eating in a pool (because he really didn’t see an issue, as long as you weren’t messy), Ambrya recognized him and extended her arms out for a hug. She was so nice. 

“Hey! Look, you didn’t have to offer to Venmo me $60 get in this time. I did it all on my own,” Tristan gave her a quick hug, smiling down at her. “And for the record, you can eat in the pool. I think there’s a sign somewhere that says you can’t, but you can. I say so. I’ll kick anyone’s ass who tells you no.”

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“Look at that!” Ambrya giggled, relishing the hug before looking around the party now to see if there was any food nearby she could snag without having to get out. “Well if you say it’s okay then I think we should be clear. As long as someone gives you permission.” Ambrya chuckled again before spotting someone with a tray of ice cream sundaes and managed to snag him by the ankle, almost causing him to trip as well as have a heart attack.

“Two of those please!” She pleaded, giving her best puppy eyes and then quickly changing her tune when the man bent down and placed two of them on the side of the pool. “Thank you!”

“If you don’t actually want the second one then just give me five minutes and i’ll eat that one too.”

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tristan-sullivan​:

Tristan was in the pool, sunglasses on, drinking a beer. The music was pretty decent, and he could smell someone grilling burgers. He was on the road to being buzzed already.

“Those burgers smell fucking amazing. I want like, the greasiest, cheesiest one that they have.” 

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“Do you think they’ll let us eat in here, or would that be.... Bad?” Ambrya asked, looking over to the guy who had mentioned food. She’d jumped in the pool as soon as she’d gotten there, but now that she’d been able to kick around in the water for a bit, she realized she actually was also pretty hungry. But the water felt too nice to leave it.

As she realized who it was that had spoken, she smiled and swam closer, holding her arms out to Tristan for a hug. “Oh hey! Fancy seeing you here!”