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1.09 • songs about texas

“Of course not. I just mean, I’d have a very, uh…’active’ lifestyle and may have a little bit of trouble keeping a social life, know what I mean?”

“Alright alright. Well I’d dated this guy a few month back. We met some time end of last year, and as great everything was between us, it didn’t last. But we got back in touch not too long ago. So, yeah.”

“You mean you’d be having mind blowing sex and no time for little ole me. I understand. We definitely failed the Bechdel test, you know that right?”

“You had a blossoming romance with a man and it was great--until it fizzled out. I am sensing some missing bits in this anecdote, Sloane. I need a little bit more.”

#c : sloane

crashdcwn

🎶 There is a swelling storm And I’m caught up in the middle of it all. And it takes control, Of the person that I thought I was. The boy I used to know. 🎶

“Ha! If I did, do you really think I’d have time to be sitting here with you talking about it? But, no, it’s not hot diner guy. It’s actually someone I’ve already dated…”

“Wow. You’d throw me away like some basura? I am hurt, Sloane. Tell me more!”

#c : sloane

vanillasarsaparilla

“Okay, first of all, you make it sound like I have, like, a line of guys out the door talking to me—which I don’t by the way—and it’s just my best friend. And someone else…”

“Don’t you though? You’re all dimples and sunshine. I am not surprised if they come trying to break down the door. It’s a gift, Sloane. Wait..who’s the someone else? Is it the hot diner guy?”

#convo : sloane

A hearty grin appeared without warning, causing his eyes to brighten with humor under the dim fluorescent lights of the bar. “Nothing is above my pay grade when it comes to you,” he responded, sliding onto the empty stool next to her. He’d return to his party in a few, but he needed two things from her before he did; her name and her phone number. With a lift of a hand, Aiden managed to grab the bartenders attention, his smile easy and friendly. “Get her whatever she wants and I mean whatever and put it on my tab.” In his own way he wanted to show her that money really didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he was struggling, he made good money performing on broadway, off broadway, writing and selling scripts, so affording her drink order wasn’t a means to an end. Plus, beautiful women deserved whatever they wanted. It was the law of life. Every man knew at least that.

Leaning his elbows on the bar top, his deep molten eyes found hers again. God, she was beautiful and something told him that tonight was probably gonna be his lucky night. Though they were in a crowded bar on a busy night such as this it felt like they were the only two people in the world. “So what can I do to get a name? Dance? Make a mockery out of myself? Tell me and I’ll do it,” he stated with an easy smile. Aiden had always been easy going, his nature was soft and charming. His family, even his friends, used to always tell him that with just waft of smile coupled with his soft brown eyes he could get anything he wanted. His sister had even once said he was almost hypnotic when he tried. After that he’d definitely called bullshit but it amused him endlessly when they started about how his charm paired with his easy going nature made him a catch. He hoped in this instance it did, because something inside of him wanted to get to know something inside of her.

Even sitting this close wasn’t enough or so it felt. The feeling was odd, one that he’d only felt one other time before. Distracted by her, he didn’t notice when the bartender came back around and dropped his drink order by his elbow. “Without hesitation too.” he added with a light chuckle. Realization dawned on him that men probably tried to pick her up all the time and suddenly a ball of nerves cartwheeled into his lower abdomen. Nerves, he guessed. He was nerves about her, about her maybe, possibly, thinking he was just as attracted as he thought she was. The feeling reminded him of his fifteen year old self, of the boy whose palms would sweat and whose voice would soften. God, she’d reduced him to a teenage state. In an attempt to calm his nerves he leaned away from the counter and took a sip of his drink. Women didn’t normally make him nervous. He knew how to maneuver them, how to talk to them, how to treat them. But for some reason, with her he was kind of at lost.

He just prayed he didn’t fuck this up cause he’d personally give his own ass a kick.

A little pretentious but still cute.

Andrea quieted the little voice that whispered to her. She n e e d e d to be little less picky because it was starting to seem like her standards were astronomical and unattainable. At least that’s what her Abuelita has shouted over her afternoon telenovelas. It wasn’t unrealistic for her to want someone who was intelligent, morally just, and a democrat; sprinkle in a little fiscal responsibility and a sense of humor and she’s be falling head over heels. The bartender’s gaze bored down on her with a tickled expression.

“Tequila on the rocks,” she offered with a gracious tip of the head. Andrea leaned her chin into her shoulder as she peered over at him. “No need for all the mockery foolishness. All you had to do was ask, I’m Andrea.” Her hand shot out for his. She was brought up with manners or rather the Danny Tanner version of it. Her Abuelita loved 80s sitcoms and Andrea swore it was how the woman learned English. His eagerness to please pulled the skepticism the small recesses of optimism that soaked her bones. “Do you usually lay it on this thick or am I just special?” More like tonight’s special. No esta noche amigo.

“So, are you going to tell me all about the men that are blowing up your phone? Or are we going to continue to pretend like it’s not happening?”

@hartsloane

#convo : sloane #[ i feel like they'd be friends ]

aidenxmcculloch:

Aiden’s agent had phoned him approximately an hour ago to let him know that the pilot he’d shot a few months back had been picked up by a network. The excitement that had electrified throughout his veins had made him almost perform cartwheels in the front room of the gallery art show he’d attended for a friend. Now he was at one of the hottest downtown bars with a few friends and three beers deep. This was a special day and he hoped the first of many. Katherine, one of his broadway buddies was sitting next time chatting about the blockbuster film she’d just landed and all Aiden could do was grin. This was probably the moment that all actors waited for, the moment they felt like they were on top of the world, that they were untouchable. Yep, this was his moment for sure.

Picking up his beer, he took a long swing and leaned back…not necessarily checked out of Katherine’s story but not necessarily checked in either. Then he saw her, dark hair up, huge bright smile on those gorgeous lips and his breath left his body. Who was that? His gaze was stuck like glue. Though people claimed New York was made up of numerous unknown faces, it actually wasn’t. New York was where everyone knew everyone else and Aiden had never seen her before. Deciding that today was his lucky day he turned to Katherine and excused himself, giving her a warm smile so she didn’t take it personally before sauntering over to the beautiful woman chatting at the bar. He had to know who the hell she was. “Hey!” he called out to the bartender as he found an empty space at her back. “Jack on the rocks!” It was a strategy, one he hoped would work. “And another one of whatever this lovely lady is having right here!” he threw a pointed look in her direction, hoping she’d just look back.

@andreaxfernandezxrichards

Today was a successful failure.

Andrea exhaled the prickly anxiety that assumed a rigid posture within her. Once she stepped out of the hospital, the pins that tightened the vexes of her armor unfurled. Her drug trial lived to see another day. Although, just barely. Presenting her findings to the board always came with its own complications, despite the brilliance of her proposal the data weighted the innovation. No one was willing to hedge their best against the big ‘C’ when lives were the cash out. Cancer was a beast that needed to be slayed. She wanted to be the one who paved the way for the next waves of minds to kill it completely. Her mentor and their team worked on a new bacterial strand that could be used to erode even the most stubborn tumors; but it took its toll on the body. They lost their patient zero earlier in the year and ever since that day, she worked her ass on keeping this project. Without the data points she brought in, today could have been the end. Andrea needed a stiff drink and something greasy to wash it all down.

Wandering down the avenue, she stumbled across the swanky bar that attracted a big chunk of her friends. She was off for the next two days, why not enjoy a little bit of the excitement before getting back into the troves of medical journals that lined her apartment. Andrea smiled at the bouncer who watched the doorway before slipping inside. She quite enjoyed the chaos. It was yet another moment she can blend into the fold without a soul noticing her. She leaned into the bar and ordered tequila on the rocks and whatever deconstructed fried mess that was offered. Fifteen minutes of static passed and the warm burn of the tequila on her tongue before she felt the searing feeling of eyes on her back.

His confidence swagger fit the handsome way about him. She almost laughed at his brazen attempt at chivalry. “That’s a mighty forward thing to do. I may be drinking above your pay grade.” Andrea questioned with a softened grin. Stephen mentioned she needed to be “softer”.

“Good thing I don’t mind watered down tequila.”

#convo : aiden

yixiaosuige

Lawful, Neutral, Chaotic Liz Ortecho Edition for @halfthealphabet

yixiaosuige

Liz Ortecho || Recovering the Satellites

[ txt : open ]

Stephen: You should really be nicer to me.

Stephen: Gonna ask me to lick it off your collarbone like in college? Knock off what? Only women notice that shit, I swear to god but you're right. Maybe you can hook him up with Irene. She seems nice and wholesome. Has a wholesome rack too.

Andrea: Where's the fun in that?

Andrea: Hell no. I don't know where that tongue of yours has been. No, no. People with style are the ones who notice and the G's were backwards. Irene is too nice. They would nice each other to death.

Andrea: Choke. Just know when I see you, you're gonna regret using the word "rack" with me.

#txt : stephen

[ txt : open ]

Stephen: I'm always in a good mood for you baby ;)

Stephen: You can mix tequila with anything, it's tequila! Coming up. When you get here, don't pay attention to Philip, his girlfriend broke up with him and he's been sitting down there listening to sad songs for two days. It's depressing.

Andrea: Kiss ass.

Andrea: No, love. I will teach you how to treat tequila right. Again? We gotta fix Phil up with someone who will not use him for his money. I knew that girl was trouble the moment she pranced in those gucci knock offs.

#txt : stephen