dangerous liasons

anthony david rothschild / 30 / business owner of a wine start up

[anthonyrothschild]

calli​:

Catching what seemed to be the tail end of that conversation, Callie felt the same bone deep exhaustion that came from another mediocre, white guy proving what she had always known: men aren’t shit. Raising from her table, she walked over to the waste of air with legs, and slid her business card over.  “When she calls back,” Which she will, to be met with another round of exhausting conversation and no answers. “Pass her my number.”  Callie wasn’t a lawyer anymore, but she got repeat-custody-battle vibes from this guy and that was easy money. “I’ll take care of her.” 

“You’ll take care of Emily?” Anthony’s eyebrows subtly lifted like he was thoroughly unconvinced. Once Anthony saw her reaction to the situation, it was almost knee-jerk to talk to Callie in the same way he did Emily. A new amusement. “Did they send you from Make-a-Wish? She’s definitely been on her knees, hoping for anyone to help her out. If she knew she was going to get help easily in this way, I think she would have tried praying first. What a real nice thing you are doing.” Anthony took the business card from her hands and read it before picking two major details to say out loud. “Calliope Winters. Lawyer.” He looked back up at the girl in front of him. “Well, I like the sound of that.” He held up his wallet as if to make a point and then slid the card into a slot with one of his credit cards. “You see this? This is how serious I am taking it. I promise I will make it my life’s duty to give it to her or even use this special resource for myself. I could always use someone like you in my type of work.”

[anthonyrothschild]

rory​:

“Classy. Sounds like Emily dodged a major bullet,” she couldn’t help but mutter as his very loud conversation ended. As much as she tried to ignore his vile comments, even her relatively good novel hadn’t been enough to tune him out. 

“Do you really think that? I would think I could be a pretty stand up dad to my son. We can toss the football around while I read biblical scripture to him to prepare for his debut as a prophet.” A smile breaks out across Anthony’s features, laughter rumbling within the confines of his chest. In his hands contains a coffee cup he’s careful not to let spill even though he is in hysterics over his joke. “There’s no need to be upset that you were not cast to the carry the Messiah. You’ve got the whole quiet energy down to a T though... She has not had the “baby” yet anyway, you wanna give it go?”

[anthonyrothschild]

macky​:

Mackenzie started laughing, hands rested against her hips, hoping this was some sort of reenactment or simply she walked into a movie set, maybe they were doing a remake of American Psycho – as a film bro she would be thrilled. “So that conversation was real?” Her mind ignored that possibility initially but seemed like it was the reality. “Oh boy.”

“Your reaction tells me you’ve never been in this predicament before.” The corners of Ant’s mouth twitch, the extreme smallest of smiles appearing on his face. “Not sure if I want to take that conversation seriously or not. On one hand, I’d be having a child. Don’t know if I’m dad material. On the other hand, I would be the father of the next Jesus Christ. Can you win a medal for that? At the very least, I want a mention in the footnotes of the New Testament.”

[anthonyrothschild]

when: god knows

where: anywhere

who: @slchat​ / open

“For fucks sakes Emily, you’re not pregnant, just fat. You can’t get pregnant if I didn’t insert my dick into your wide-set grand canyon—You’re the Virgin Mary now? The baby will come out of your ass then? How about my ass?” A sudden beep could be heard from the phone and he checked to find that he had been hung up on. Running a hand through his hair, he frowned. It was odd at first that she somehow got his number from his expedition around the world, but it ended up being fun! How was he to be amused now without the bible thumper? 

[anthonyrothschild]

nance:

location: golden griddle diner open: @slchat​

Tethered to the spot by her apron, Nancy couldn’t do much more than look out the front window of the diner, watching as a heated argument began to unfold. “Think they’re married?” She wondered aloud to whoever was closest, gaze never straying from the circling pair. It was hard to catch all the details from inside, whether they were a quarreling couple or strangers duking it out over a parking spot, but it was already the highlight of her dull day. An amused huff flared Nancy’s nostrils before she threw her voice, going mockingly deep as she pretending to read the man’s lips, “C’mon baby, I told ya – she’s just my cousin!” And to think she’d nearly called in sick.

Anthony had found himself in Silver Lake once more in a place he barely recognized despite coming almost daily in his youth: The Golden Griddle Diner. The overwhelming nostalgia of shiny, metal tables to the scent of chips burning on the grill was all so much to take in that when the waitress had previously come to take his order, he pointed at a random sandwich in the menu like a child. By the time she had popped by him, he had already been sucking obnoxiously loud on the straw of his Vanilla Cola. “Couldn’t possibly be married. I mean, she has not shuffled away in disgust yet or pounded her feet on the pavement like a child. No one stays to argue that long with someone they are used to fighting with. There is not much to say when you’ve repeated the same things over and over again. No, it’s got to be the silliest thing ever.” Flitting his eyes over to Nancy, he smiled. “Is incest a thing here now? Have you ever come across a customer coming in with his cousin for a bite before they go against the unspoken laws of nature and society?”

[anthonyrothschild]

mateo:

“What’s in this? ‘Cause I can’t taste the alcohol, which feels kinda dangerous.” 

“Tell me how you’re feeling, what do you imagine when you drink that?” Anthony clapped his hands together before positioning them in front of his mouth. Before Anthony could get the investors interested in his wine business he planned on opening, he wanted to show them that he knew alcohol first. Who knew alcohol better than him? “You are trying batch number 10 for my meeting next week. It’s got a bit of sugar and some vanilla. I’m going for a sex energy. Animalistic. That raw shit with a tinge of vulnerability.” He paced back and forth as if this were A Quiet Place and the monsters were going to snatch him if he made a sound. 

[anthonyrothschild]

[ ANTHONY ROTHSCHILD. 30. MALE. HE/HIM] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 30 YEARS (OFF & ON) ] and are originally from [ SILVER LAKE ]. They are a [ UPCOMING BUSINESS OWNER/WINEMAKER ] and in their downtime love [ RACE CAR DRIVING ] and [ PURSING THE STOCK MARKET ]. They look a lot like [ AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON ] and live [ ON SILVERWOOD TERRACE ].

hello, i am alli!! i love lipgloss, money, and expensive frozen yogurt... i give off paris hilton “that’s hot” energy... ok here’s his bullet point bio (but if you want to see the full one, click here or go to url/bio. like this post if you want me to hit you up for plots (or you can take initiative)

birth in silver lake, anthony has lived here his entire life from 0-17. he has been groomed to live the silver spoon life that his parents had ever since he popped out of the womb.

pretty insecure in his youth because he was told he couldn’t do it without them, so he never went against the grain.

family was the classic rich perfectionist family, mother had spent her days at the Cape Fear Country Club, gossiping with the rest of the wives of entrepreneurs/politicians/finance/etc & his father had smoked fat cigars with the likes of the other affluent people of Silver Lake ranging from philanthropists to stockbrokers. known for their huge family dinners on Fridays and the fact that they had never missed a single mass (family was super catholic). 

life was about keeping the Rothschild name clean. scandal was practically unheard of with how hard they worked to keep their reputation pure. 

public did not know his mother had been popping Xanax daily and his father had been committing fraud and embezzlement since the very beginning of his career.

anthony fulfilled his parent’s wishes of having the ideal family-friendly son. popular in school for being a total heartthrob but charismatic and charming to the point of questioning if it was possible that he was even a real person. In typical golden boy style (... that nate archibald energy wld be the closest to understanding it ig?), he crushed it as the midfielder and leader of his high school’s soccer team. as he entered his teenage years, he found himself yearning for something more, this endless itching to wreck havoc and chaos, to break free from the Rothschild reputation.

this is the big moment in the films where the main character starts changing so hang on to your seats!! the knee injury. the force that pushed him over the edge. what made him give it all up. it was his greatest affliction and ruined his up and coming athletic career in the senior year. his knee never recovered fully to its originaly form + he wasn’t allowed to play the sport seriously anymore. 

he gained a devil-may-care outlook on life, notoriety to what was once a wholesome boy-next-door reputation. he lived his life w/an empiricist mindset. opened his ignorant clouded eyes to the truth, his family was completely artificial. he began stealing and reselling cars as well as selling to sad addicted housewives like his own mother who needed their fix b/c he felt hollow. not yet at the nihilism point bt close enough.

eighteen hits + he is gone without a trace: disappearing as if he hadn’t existed in the small town at all. “Why did he leave?” “What is he doing?” “He’s actually here and his father just locked him up like Boo Radley” “I heard the Rothschild boy joined an illegal underground fight club.” Malicious rumors spread. 

none of these rumors had it right. anthony spent most of his 20s traveling the world with one backpack, letting the world be his school. Being cut off, he managed to use some of the money saved from car stealing in the beginning but then kept various jobs (Mostly legal) in the locations that he stayed in temporarily to keep himself afloat. he became a true car enthusiast + realized what he wanted rather than what others wanted.

with a new desire to reinvent himself, he had turned his journals into a novel on his experiences and ended up making some buzz in the literature world. his luck died as quickly as it began, leaving him forgotten in the literature world. Noted as a one-hit wonder, he settled on investing into the stock market to keep himself afloat. despite being told he couldn’t, he made his own fortune and has been living off of his well played investments.

If not for the merciless divorce of his parents (His father had left his mother for a too-young assistant but she ended up taking him for everything that he had), Silver Lake may have just been a chapter in his life to get to the end of the book, a place that he remembers only as a distant memory from ages 0 to 17. ant has come back to start a wine business and finally settling down somewhere, at least for a little while.

that’s what you missed on glee

WANTED PLOTS

old high school fling(s)??

someone who is just as interested in cars as he is + works on them w him.....asdfghbnj

potential family members... cousins whatever.

maybe there is someone he met on one of his journeys

[therealmuslimshady]