angeles starters

[pvlshd]

another party.  he  vaults  over  the  sofa  in  a  single  jump,  and  manages  to  land,  ass-planted  on  the  plushness  of  it,  leg  already  crossed  over  the  other  —  mischief  glinting  in  his  gaze  as  he  acknowledges  his  own  intrusion  with  a  perk  of  thick  brows.  “   so.  ”   he  begins  ominously,  helping  himself  to  the  chip  bowl  on  the  table.   “   i’ve  heard  something  about  you.   ”       / .      @angelestarters​

[ofviolentsdelights]

location: anywhere that makes sense for your muse !

“excuse me can i talk to you for one second!” he calls out to the stranger. heavy footsteps storm over to the other. he knew how to make his presence intimidating. robby flips open his wallet to expose his lapd badge to the other. “i’m detective ortiz with lapd homicide. i’m investigating the murder of ewan linkley and the disappearance of his sister stacey linkley.” closing his wallet, he tucks his badge back in to his back pocket. “can i ask you about your whereabouts the night of may twenty-seventh?” canvassing for potential suspects and witnesses was a big part of his job. and since the bodies were discovered, he has been working days and nights to get a lead. his boss had been breathing down his neck for answers. high profile cases were the worst. @angelestarters​

[highdrama]

         jai’s friends have run off somewhere else in the club, but he’s content to take a breather by the bar. he leans against it casually and glances at the person to his left. “what’re you drinking? i got you.” he says it nonchalantly, because for him, it is nonchalant. buying a drink, picking up a tab, buying a meal, or several. there’s a prideful part of him that likes it. maybe he likes the control it gives him. “you alone?” @angelestarters​

[victoriaadsuar]

There’s no excuse for boredom. Not at a bar in the heart of the city, surrounded by beautiful, glamorous people all dressed to the nines and buzzing with excitement, but still she’s restless. Wasn’t she just here yesterday? Or the day before? It all bled together in a sea of monotony, fake smiles, camera flashes, and overpriced cocktails. All of the seats at the bar are taken, but she finds one with nothing but a jacket keeping it reserved–a jacket that she wastes no time  tossing to the floor and digging a heel into as perches herself on the barstool like it’s a throne. “What do you think, Martini or Manhattan?” @angelestarters​

[pcppyy]

          If Poppy was one thing in this world, it was definitely not a chef. Her cooking and baking skills were terrible but she didn’t care. She still offered the person in front of her some of her cake? cupcake? she had no clue what it turned out to be. “The icing is the best part.” @angelestarters​

[genevievehtml]

it was a quarter till two and gen was still at the local bar, which only caused a wash of guilt to come over her. even if she was the boss at her practice, it was still no excuse to take a two hour lunch. she swirled the wine glass in her grasp, watching as the bubbly liquid traveled around the interior– never reaching the top. as the bartender took her tab she decided it was probably time to finally return to the office. with a sigh, she hoped no one realized how long she was gone for. it was just unethical and she always tried to be fair to her employees but for some reason she just felt the need to be alone for a while. she would never admit it, but it was probably due to the loss of a family she once had. it was never the same since she moved out on her own. a big mansion in beverly hills wasn’t as romantic without someone to share it with.

geneviève took one more sip before grabbing her things, turning around at the exact moment as another. “oh mon dieu!” she gasped under her breath as her tote plunged to the floor, spilling all of its contents of paper work onto the floor. “goodness, i’m so sorry,” gen stated as she carefully bent down to pick up the wreckage. even though shes lived in america for years, her accent still clinged to her. and she was rather proud of it, since it’s the one thing she still has from her home. “no more wine for me, then,” she added with a laugh as she looked up to the figure.

[decvdents]

dressed in shorts and the customary hawaiian shirt, diego is the portrait of the exotic los angeles citizen. a juul firmly in hand, he’s trying to fix some water damage in his deck ——— he doesn’t have to fix it himself, but he has the type of can do attitude that seems to ask ‘what could go wrong?’ and the answer to that is: a lot. “ kid, ” he exhales a cloud of smoke. “ can you pass me the big silicon thing right there? ” diego scratches his chin slightly. “ you ever think about those squatters that live in people’s homes without them knowing? ‘cause sometimes i can’t stop thinking about them. ” @angelestarters​

[dell-aird-deactivated20200611]

“i’ve been watching you, and not on purpose, but isn’t that like, your 3rd drink?” delilah joked, as she ordered her 4th. “bars are relaxing for some unknown reasons.” @angelestarters​

[ofcthorns]

milo had just finished a small set at one of the local dive bars in venice as he stood beside the bar, his shirt having lost a few buttons at the top and his fingers pushed through his hair. he had been lost in his thoughts as his fingers wrapped around the glass of whiskey that soon pulled to his lips, his eyes scanning the crowd as the DJ had set up for the remainder of the evening. the bar was beginning to reach capacity and the stools slowly getting claimed. milo pulled himself from his back and forth debate and eagerly pushed away from the bar top, his eyes darting to find an open stool he could occupy until closing. “this seat taken?” he hummed the small request with a gentle smile to the individual beside an open chair.   @angelestarters​

[ezradeluca]

“you know you can’t sit there right?” art raised an eyebrow, pointing above the person in question to a sign that specified what he’d just said, “i mean i’m sure when the bench was built for decorative purposes they never thought someone might see if for what it is. which is.. a bench.” he said, folding his arms as he gazed over the outdoor exhibition in concern, “in fact, this entire show is basically a playground with plaques on it. i’m not saying i hate it i just..” he paused, glancing back at them with a raised brow, “i just don’t think it’s very practical. you know what i mean?”  @angelestarters

[highdrama]

        “thank you so much for coming,” orla hangs in through the passenger side window for a moment after tossing her bag in. she hops into the car and crosses her legs, smoothing her hair out. “i was just minding my own business and BOOM! fender bender. the asshole that was behind the other asshole driving behind me hit them, then they hit me, and, well…” she’s rambled on far too long and she knows it. “so, yeah. thanks for coming.” @angelestarters​

[spiltwines]

𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆    ›     𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏.

     a  massive  influx  of  tourists  during  any  holiday  weekend  is  certainly  not  an  anomaly  around  the  area,  but  even  someone  as  imperturbable  as  sloane  turner  inevitably  finds  her  threshold   —–   tonight,  apparently,  it’s  the  rowdy  drunkards  that  have  invaded  her  favorite  nightclub.  too  much  beer  breath,  groping,  and  slurred  declarations  sends  the  brunette  traipsing  through  the  back  exit.  she  finds  solace  in  the  way  her  exposed  skin  cools  against  the  alleyway’s  brick,  caramel  tresses  wildly  framing  flushed  cheeks  and  a  slight  sheen  to  her  skin.  a  few  beats  pass  before  she  takes  note  of  the  other  figure  across  from  her,  which  is  met  with  a  half  smile  and  a  coy  nod,  “  hey,  you  got  a  light  ?  or  a  getaway  car  ?  ”   @angelestarters​

[decvdents]

“ i feel like every bone in my body is in the wrong place, right now. ” never one to truly exercise, the last place she’d imagine herself in would be a hot yoga class. but spending forty five minutes looking at the instructor in yoga pants did seem like a great idea. in retrospect, she wishes she had picked something more mild. “ how —– how can these people even do this? and for fun? ”

[gobuckurself]

val swiped a glass of champagne from a passing server, glancing around at the company she’d been forced to keep that evening. usually her mother could care less whether she was at the events the family was invited to, but this particular gala happened to be organised by one very close to the family, and so, there she was, dressed to the nines and bored out of her damn mind. her eyes shifted to her watch as she counted down the minutes until she could politely excuse herself. in the meantime, she downed the glass of champagne, deciding that she may as well use the free drinks and company to stir a little excitement. “hey,” she called out to an innocent party guest on their way to the outdoor area of the venue, “who do i have to screw for a cigarette around here?”

@angelestarters 

[zeclots]

luci mostly still felt like a fish out of water in los angeles sometimes, having grown up in new york, he was used to the hustle and bustle there. and l.a. was still busy, but in a different way. and as he stood in line for a green juice after a session with his new trainer, he thought that maybe he was starting to fit in more than he thought. he voiced this to the person beside him, “i don’t think i’ve ever been this l.a.” 

[conflaticns]

“ i need to fire my agent. apparently, my current one thinks the spicy and sexy latina trope is still in and won’t find me any auditions outside of that disgusting stereotype. i’m far too talented and beautiful to already be typecasted this early into my career. not to mention, it’s insulting at this point. please tell me you know someone who isn’t a tool. ”

[conflaticns]

“ you know, there’s nothing sexier than being midway into a hot pocket and having the melted cheese burn the right side of your lip as you bite into it. my dinner was dangerous and delicious. not everyone can say the same about their boring lasagna or caviar, and you know what ? i think that’s very brave of me. ”