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@artistic-dawson
"birds of a feather flock together...in this case it's the beautiful and the famous" she shrugged, she appreciated beautiful things. "i think a spoon would hold his attention. dumb and fun seems to be his brand"
"That's fair, do we all have to have both? I got the beauty, but fame is still a while away." Dawson smiled at her. "I am sure you could find more stimulating flirting in this room."
she had forgotten what it felt like to be in a room full of people that felt intimidating. she had time to adapt, she was used to these actors all being her mentors or peers for years now. this guy? it still looked relatively new to him "maybe, sometimes it's just to have a minute of quiet when you're in rooms as loud as inside." fleeting moments of solitude were rare these days "nice to meet you, i'm olivia burke"
Dawson smiled at Olivia, he got that. He was an artist too, networking and meeting people were part of the gig, but he found himself overwhelmed from time to time. He needed time to recover and get some of his thoughts straight. "Yeah, it's nice to take a beat, relax, and center yourself." He took a long drag from his cigarette. "I know, it's nice to actually meet you."
"Fine, fine... no dirty tricks, just raw talent. And your unquestionably bouncy curls. Oh! And your exceptionally perky ass, we can't forget that. But yeah, all of that together, equals you being better and therefore winning. Ugh, they better not make us wear orange," she laughed as they headed towards coffee. Dawson was ridiculously hot. Like pretty boy hot. It was sickening. "Big talk-," she started to tease before her jaw dropped! "Wh- Who... Jamie fucking Park? What do you mean? Like- Like thee...? I think I'm going to pass away."
"I am not above using my looks to get ahead. I mean, I was given them for a reason, I'd better use them. You better not forget that, it is my thing. I would rather not. Orange is so not our color, clashes with my skin tone." Dawson grinned as she reacted. He had hoped she would be excited. "Just thee, Jamie Park. The icon, the legend herself. Not only that, but we have been hanging out."
"It's practically meant to be! I mean, it would be rude not to at this point. Oh, so true... Peter is like, classy hot which is a lot harder to find than you'd think. Go you, we love this. Life is for the living, Dawson. You have to grab every opportunity you can before it's too late." And by 'too late' she meant 'your mom cuts you off'. Not that anyone needed to know that little detail. "I've got your back, babe. I'll be manifesting an iconic match for you tonight."
"You aren't wrong about that, and I have had enough trashy hot. My last ex was in a punk band, and they sucked so bad. Exactly, you never know what is gonna happen next. I would rather go for it and fail then doing nothing." Dawson was a dreamer and wanted to follow his dreams forever. "Thank you, I appreciate you. I am going to go grab a drink and make a loop."
it was nice to have a moment to herself. olivia looked over her shoulder to see the guy standing there with a cigarette of his own when she heard him speak up. "it's alright, we all need to grab a moment when we can, don't we?" she shrugged, taking a drag of her freshly lit cigarette.
Dawson had needed a moment to compose himself, being in a room full of celebrities was fun but a lot to handle. "Definitely, especially when you get swarmed like you do." He grinned at her as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Dawson Wren, by the way."
"Amazing. There's nothing like that feeling, isn't there? When you first arrive in a new place, surrounded by strangers, not knowing where the next step is going to take you. Have you traveled much? Sometimes I want to take a year off and explore every corner of this earth." Jamie grinned brightly as he agreed, watching as he took off his jacket. "Oh, thank you! I love 'Moulin Rouge', I must have seen it a thousand times and on stage? Oh my goodness. Blown away!"
Jamie held her arms out, doing a little spin to show her outfit off. She then turned to sit herself down on the bed, stretching out and waving her arm dramatically. "How do you want me?"
"Yes, it's always my favorite part. Getting to know your new home. A little bit, I have moved a bit. I spent a year abroad in college, first in Paris and then in Rome. That's the dream, I hope I will do it one day. I can only imagine what I could create." Dawson looked around the room, considering the lighting as she spoke. "It is pretty great. I have seen it a few times, mostly amateur productions."
He watched her, taken in by her. She was a show by herself. "I have some ideas, but for the painting, I think lying on your side, head on one of your hands." He risked a bit of flirting but tried to keep it mostly about the art. "Let me move a lamp. I want to adjust the lighting."
"I couldn't agree more," Jamie smiled, a hand over her heart as she listened to him. That was one of the main reasons she loved acting, connecting with her audience. Exposing her very soul for the chance of touching someone else's. They turned the next corner, arm in arm, and she waited for something to catch her eye. "I must say I love this space. What do we think the chances are of Peter Vanderbilt letting me rent the place out for an evening? Oh, the show is fabulous. I'm having so much fun! I'm more or less used to the fangs now. Sienna is incredible to watch, isn't she? Such a talent and an excellent scene partner. I'll have to let out writers know it's what the people want."
Dawson always tried to put himself fully into anything he was doing. He saw his art as a way to connect with everyone and to let people into who he was. He had a hard time doing that with his words, but it was easy when he could use his talent. "It's a great gallery. I am dying to get my art in here. You can get anything you want. Peter's a nice guy; I am sure he would love to have you host a part here." He grinned as he listened to her talk about the show; he could tell how happy it made her. He could listen to her talk about anything for however long she wanted, Jamie was captivating. "Gotta say whoever cast you as a beautiful ageless vampire deserves a big raise. She is, honestly, I am always surprised how different she is in person. You would expect her to have a much bigger ego for someone so young and talented. Oh, I demand it. I could watch you two do anything. A close second is her and Frankie."
"Oh, stop! You're perfect-," she beamed, smoothing down the front of his shirt. In the few short months that she'd known Dawson, she'd been completely enamoured with his spirit. "Did you pull this together? I love it. My wonderful friend, Lian, designed this for me. You would love her, she's such a character."
Jamie let out a little laugh at his answer - always so charming. "I am having a marvelous time, thank you. Everything has worked out as expected which is always a bonus. Now, I'm just ready to get started on the wine. Join me?"
"Thank you, I might have been fishing for a compliment." Dawson grinned at her. If he ever needed someone to lift his spirits, Jamie was someone he trusted to help. She was unexpected in the best way. "I did some of the work, Andrea helped me thrift it. I think you are right, all your friends are very interesting."
"Good, the party is amazing. You did a great job, as expected." Dawson nodded his head. "Please, I hope I am getting another lesson in wine." He knew a good bit about wine, but Jamie was definitely the expert. He offered his arm to her. "I see a free table over by the corner."
"Well, shit," Spencer laughed. So, he just a little into all this then. He held his hand out kinda awkwardly to shake. "Spencer King. Nice to meet you too." Maybe Jessica Knightly had a point about his not so dazzling social skills... "I, uh, get on better on a football field than in a place like this. I'm just hiding out from my-," he paused, considering how to describe her- "PR manager."
Dawson smiled at Spencer, and he took Spencer's hand, firmly shaking it. "I've seen you play; definitely a better match, but everyone could find you if you hid out there. Much more conspicuous." He nodded his head. "Are they trying to get you to do press or just annoying you?"
"sure, but sometimes all you needed is a pretty person" it wasn't like she was going to marry the guy or anything. "don't you agree? we are in an art gallery after all"
"That's true, this room isn't lacking in beautiful work or beautiful people." Dawson smiled at her. He definitely understood beauty in either form. "You definitely have his attention."
the vanderbilt gallery was a thing of beauty and jamie park had somehow managed to make it grander and more beautiful than before. olivia had spent some time chatting with guests and catching up with her fellow actors before she decided it was enough and she snuck out back to steal a moment of peace to herself - mainly to have a smoke, but still, a moment of peace.
@tfrstarters
Dawson was used to being around Jamie and a few of her friends after the last few months. But to be in a room with most of the Brat Pack, the cast of Friday Nights Bites, as well as all the usual Upper East Siders, was a bit much even for him. He had made his way outside, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He hadn't even noticed Olivia until he saw her lighting up a cigarette too.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."
"Nilay Levent." She held out a hand for him to shake before turning back to the painting again. "It is good, I'm just not in the best mood today and it's affecting my judgement." NIlay released a soft sigh and took a moment to try to figure him out; he had been speaking about art theory before and now he was looking at art, but if he was an art student like her perhaps he had already graduated? "What brings you to the gallery today? Business or pleasure?"
"It is my pleasure to meet you, Nilay." Dawson held her hand for a second before bending down to kiss it lightly. He let her hand go. "I am sorry to hear that. Your judgment isn't too skewed, at least." He found the other interesting, clearly someone else who was interested in art, given both of their conversations. "Well, it's owned by Peter Vanderbilt, so hopefully a little of both. Kidding, I am trying to get some of my work in here."
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Nick grinned. If there was one thing that Nick was grateful to his brother, Peter, for it was his infinitely more interesting artistic connections. Admittedly, Nick wasn't particularly well versed in the subject but he could appreciate beauty anywhere. "Touché. Looking around, I would say the odds are most certainly in your favour. Have you met Logan's mother? Angie Hunter, powerhouse on Broadway. If you're looking to stack the deck, she's the one putting together these little tête-à-têtes." Nick chuckled, utterly delighted by Dawson. He raised his own glass back. "To being easy."
"Probably the most PG thing involving your mouth tonight, I am sure." Dawson liked this flirting they had going on. It had always been easy, and he appreciated finding someone he could just naturally flirt with. Not that anything had happened, but it definitely could. "They definitely are, I consider myself lucky to be here tonight. I have not yet; I love her. I might superfan if I see her, and that's embarrassing." Dawson smiled, clicking their glasses together before downing the drink. "Hell yeah."
roni wasn't an art lover by any means, and she couldn't tell you a painter from a poet but she appreciated pretty things like paintings, handbags, jewllery...people "that one's pretty" she announced to the person she was talking with, pointing to one of the waiters
@tfrstarters
Dawson shrugged; most of the waiters in the city were aspiring models or actors. She wasn't wrong, but they could all do much better than a waiter. "Not not, but really a waiter. I have a feeling your pedigree puts you above that by a good few hundred miles."
Jamie entered the main gallery with a dazzling smile, a fabulous dress and a strong feeling that tonight would be perfect. She felt almost settled in New York now, embracing the old and new friends she had met and bringing together like-minded artisans with ease. Of course, if one was only here for the wine... she understood that too.
"Oh, you must look over the Cristina Molinari and Petra Papadopoulos pieces, I was blown away by them. Such beautiful expression and suggestion in their work-," she waved in the direction of the exhibit before turning to the next person- "Hello! Don't you look wonderful. How are you?" @tfrstarters
Dawson had managed to get together a vintage ensemble for tonight. He knew he had to impress, so he had left his Nightwing suit in the closet for the night. He found himself thrown right into Jamie's life after Valentine's Day. She had been so fun that night. And it would have been enough to exist in that one moment, but after the last few months, he wanted to stay in her life.
"Please, have you seen your dress. I feel underdressed, I've got to go home and change." Dawson was exaggerating. She was gorgeous, but he looked perfect. "I am doing much better now. How is my host?"
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"There's certainly more where that came from," Nick winked. He let out a delighted laugh at Dawson's answer. "Really? Well, you're in such luck that I'm planning to stick around a while. I'll tell Peter he simply has to take you on, I have a lifetime of leverage on the man. In return, you can add me to your collection. Artistically speaking."
Dawson could tell that Nick meant that. He had a feeling he was a little out of depth with this man. "Well, isn't that some good luck. Too new to the city to have blackmail on anyone besides my sister." He grinned at the idea of sketching Nick, naked or not. He would make a good subject. "Sounds like I am winning on both ends of this."
