i&#x27;m watching it burn

“And what exactly does rich smell like? Because I think that might be the weird smell that I haven’t been able to identify. Also, I agree with you on needing a glass of whiskey.”

“It smells like attention seeking, desperation to be noticed, and botox. Well you better get your own glass, because I have no intention on sharing mine.”

“I’m not even sure that botox has a smell. Excuse me, I wouldn’t want to share your glass. I need my own, thank you very much. I was just hoping we could share in a moment and bond or whatever,” she joked, getting her own glass from the bar.

#c: flynn

“But you see, that is the point. Live your regular life, then come home to this magnificence!”

“But I just think that if I came back here every night I would be like ‘Damn. My regular life kind of sucks.’ And that’s not something I’m willing to try and deal with at this point,” she joked.

#c: ophelia

askjamessirius

“This place is beyond beautiful. Wouldn’t you just like to live here?”

“This place is amazing, but I don’t think I would want to live here because the rest of my life couldn’t hold up to this standard.”

#c: ophelia

steph-castillo-blog1

“Not gonna lie these shoes are badass, but my feet are killing me right now and hell no,” Stephanie said, before brandishing her drink at the nearest person. “Hold please cariño!” Then she lent down to yank those shoes off.

“Oh my god, I know what you mean about the shoes,” Kennedy said with a smile, holding onto the girl’s drink as she took off her shoes. “That’s why I usually carry flats with me because damn these shoes,” she said with a smile, handing the drink back once the girl was done.

#c: steph

“This place smells like rich people and alcohol, and I’m not really in the mood for rich people. So someone point me in the direction of a cold glass of whiskey.”

“And what exactly does rich smell like? Because I think that might be the weird smell that I haven’t been able to identify. Also, I agree with you on needing a glass of whiskey.”

#c: flynn #ba.event

Broadway Awards Dinner Outfit

#ba.outfits

Text || Dougie

Dougie: I love pugs

Dougie: Send me the address and I'll be there

Kennedy: I do too!

Kennedy: 244 Madison Ave APT 4F

Text || Dougie

Dougie: You have a puppy?

Dougie: I'm coming to your place

Kennedy: Yeah, my pug, Dunyasha.

Kennedy: She's the sweetest thing ever.

Text || Dougie

Dougie: I'd like that very much

Kennedy: Perfect! If you want you can come visit me and my puppy or I could come see you. Either way.

Text || Dougie

Dougie: Oh, sorry. Scratch that part

Dougie: I'm just dealing with some stuff right now

Dougie: I'm more than ready to do the show tomorrow

Kennedy: It's fine. You know I do have excellent raspberry sorbet that might make excellent vodka punch if you already have some.

Kennedy: That's what I usually have when I'm sad. The sorbet, that is.

Kennedy: You may be ready to do it tomorrow, but you're feeling bad today.

Text || Dougie

Dougie: Honestly? Not really

Dougie: Replace soup with vodka tbh

Kennedy: I'm sorry Dougie, anything I could do that doesn't involve drinking?

Kennedy: I don't really drink...

#text #text: dougie #[[ thought i would branch out a little

Text || Dougie

Kennedy: Dougie, are you okay? I was just told you weren't going to be here tonight.

Kennedy: If you need soup or anything, I can bring you some.

bluevalleyads

“You know, let’s just pretend you didn’t see that.” Winn groaned. It was one thing to trip and fall, but it was another to do so in public. “Gravity really doesn’t like me today.”

“Actually, I would say that gravity really, really, really, likes you today. That’s why it keeps pulling you down to it,” Kennedy said with a smile, going to help Winn up off the ground. “If you don’t want to be too embarrassed you could always say that you were laying down to see the pug,” she teased, reaching over to pet Dunyasha before offering Winn her hand.

#c: winn

“Well, this isn’t the olden days, Grandpa. It’s the 21st century. We don’t go just by faces any more. Besides, I’m the one with the high cheek bones and the ability to be a model if they wanted,” she said with a smile. “Mm, I don’t think I condone drinking at 10 AM before a show day, but you know what, screw it.”

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed by my free rights to make out with a man in public without corporal punishment getting involved.” He mused. “Yet I’m the one under the stage lights, on TV and doing nude photo shoots. Just because have the potential to do something and you don’t, doesn’t mean you can put it on your resume.” He hummed.

“Yeah, well, you’re not completely free from that yet with the Republicans,” she mumbled. When he mentioned that having potential to do something didn’t mean to put it on your resume, she laughed a little bit. “Hey, you don’t know anything about my life except that I have a pug.”

#c: flynn

“Oh my god, Roman, are you okay? Because I saw that and it was seriously not okay. And I feel so bad because it’s my job to catch things like that and I didn’t and oh my god, I’m just so sorry. I hope you’re okay. And you’re going to need to fill out an incident report and I’m talking to the crew right now.”

thefallofrome

“Are you new to Newsies or something? Because I really don’t have any memory of you there at all.”

“Sorry, I’m actually the ASM over at Spring Awakening, I just get a little carried away when it comes to the safety of people and forgot that I don’t really have much control over other people’s shows.”

#c: roman

thefallofrome

“How you can tell you’ve been doing a show for a long time is when a well made set starts to fall apart. Last night one of the steps on the ladder fell off when I was climbing down while the thing was moving. Thankfully I stuck the landing, but needless to say, I think we’re in need of a safety inspection.”

#c: roman #[[ have some worried mom! kennedy ]]

“Oh my god, Roman, are you okay? Because I saw that and it was seriously not okay. And I feel so bad because it’s my job to catch things like that and I didn’t and oh my god, I’m just so sorry. I hope you’re okay. And you’re going to need to fill out an incident report and I’m talking to the crew right now.”

“Just because you’re a pretty face doesn’t mean you’re an angel. You could be Satan trying to drag me to hell for all I know,” she said, sitting forward on the stool a little and watching him. “Why are you making drinks anyways?”

“Back in the old days they associated beauty of the body to be a representative of how beautiful you were inside. So by those standards I’m a fucking saint.” He mused. “Because I’m Irish, which is as good as an excuse to drink at any time during the day.”