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@beckymayor
neslyn-beinte:
Neslyn glad the other was so understand, it was hard to tell how some people would react in this situation. “Thank you,” she smiled, gathering the leash up into her hand. “Hopefully, he doesn’t try this again. Who knows if the next would be as kind as you.”
"It’s okay. My family has like a dozen dogs,” she shrugged off, understanding as she finally disentangled the last of the leash off of her. “What’s his name? What breed is he?” Becky asked out of curiosity.
jordanixcole:
”You know, I always thought that was a New York thing, being an asshole but apparently we’ve got em in Boston too!” Jordani shouted, a little fed up at the situation. Why couldn’t men be decent humans for once in their miserable lives? Instead, they had to make the female populace suffer with their disregard. Jordani was tired of it. Tired with a capital T. As the delay was announced, she too groaned in frustration. All she wanted was a good burger. Was that too much to ask? Currently, yes. “You and me both.” Jordani agreed, adding onto the young woman’s sentiments.
Becky couldn’t help but smile when the woman raised her voice. She had the right to do so, after all, when people were being totally rude. Couldn’t they all just coexist happily? Becky sighed, but offered the woman a tired smile. “I’m Becky, by the way.” If they were gonna be here for long, might as well make friends.
The VIP Section | Taylor & Becky
taylorjohnson09:
Taylor grinned widely as Becky left to go find her bag, flashing his friends a cocky thumbs up as he followed quickly behind her. When she was finally reunited with her things, the hockey player immediately placed his arm around her waist and pulled her in closely, wanting to share his body heat and keep her warm while continuing to kiss her neck as they waited outside for their Uber to his place. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to get you home,” he moaned, placing his hand under her top and sliding it upwards toward her breasts. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”
The Uber Black soon arrived, and Taylor barely got out a simple “hi” before continuing his antics in the back of the car, only this time his hands slid upwards from Becky’s legs, stopping just before her crotch and massaging her upper thigh a bit. “Are you a fucking naughty girl, Becky?” he whispered in her ear, relishing the fact that the driver was watching them intently in the rearview mirrors. “Do you want me to go further?” he asked arrogantly, his smile the biggest it had been all night as his hand continued to massage her thigh. “Tell me what you want.”
Before they knew it, the car pulled up to Taylor’s place and they quickly booked it for the elevator, not even bothering to say hi to the doorman. The ride up to his apartment predictably continued to be a handsy one, the hockey player only stopping to press the buttons and unlock his door as he reached the 9th floor of the re-furbished old warehouse building. “I need you. Now,” Taylor moaned as they stumbled their way into his bedroom and onto his bed. He paused for a moment, looking down at Becky and grinning, taking in her tight little body as she lay there underneath him. Fuck. “Let’s get that sexy little outfit off, shall we?” he asked, pulling at the fabric a bit. “I bet it’ll look even better on my floor.”
In the car, they continued being on the same wavelength, even when Taylor’s hand slipped up her thigh and under the line of her dress, a stray glance of hers escaping to look to the driver’s seat. “Shhh,” she tried to quiet his words, hoping they wouldn’t be overheard, but really she didn’t do much to stop his wandering hands, laughing and giggling and shaking her head at just how forward he was being. She really hadn’t been with anyone like this in a while.
It felt like a scene out of a movie to Becky, one that she was merely watching from the outside instead of participating in, the alcohol creating that blurred effect for her. She eded up bouncing against a soft yet firm mattress, with Taylor’s body hovering over hers, another giggle let out at the hastiness of it all. “Ask nicely,” she said with a giggle, but giving no resistance to his tug on her clothes. Even despite the haze of alcohol, her self-consciousness made her hesitant to peel off her first layer of clothes just like that, but she preferred to do it herself than have him do it. Her top came off and her skirt followed shortly after, leaving her in a strapless black bra with the underwear to match. Somehow, feeling his eyes on her and the way Taylor looked at her, that gave her confidence instead of making her shy away. “How about you, cowboy? Your turn now,” she said, leaning back on the bed against her elbows, playfully raising her brow at him.
SMS I BECKY
Layne: I fucking hate you right now.. :P
Layne: You're such a loser. Shall I just pack up and bring all this shit to you?
Layne: WE COULD MAKE A FORT AT YOURS HOLY SHIT.
Becky: WHAT?? AT MY PLACE?
Becky: It's a mess. There's boxes everywhere
Becky: I thought we were doing this in a forest ? ?
Text | BECKY
Harry: Food, Friends, Fun, and a few gifts.
Harry: It's not a surprise! I'm just not letting her into the details. I don't know if I am, I hope not.
Becky: Noted.
Becky: Ahh. Ok ok. Still, sounds better than my 5th birthday party. But that's only cause there was a power outage in all of Boston and dad had a great idea for an impromptu campfire in the backyard, which unfortunately just turned into a fire.
Becky: made a funny story though!
philippawalker:
philippa chuckled when the other gave her a suggestion. ❛ I’m taking it! ❜ she referring considering her suggestion. ❛ Special sauce should be on menu… ❜ she mused loud. ❛ the milkshake here, is good ? ❜
“The milkshake...I don’t know, I’ve never tried it. But it should be good,” she added. Most of their shakes were malt shakes and since Becky couldn’t have those, she steered well clear. “I mean, you can’t go wrong here. Even the side salad tastes great,” Becky said with a degree of enthusiasm.
nixoncooper:
“What, you didn’t?” He asked with a frown. How’d she miss that. “It must’ve been a bird, was too big to be a bug.”
“I was looking that way,” she said, pointing in the opposite direction. “And got distracted. Well, I’m glad it didn’t attack you or anything. Boston pigeons can be pret-ty cruel.”
TEXT|BECKS
Cassidy: I have no idea-probably thought it was a joke or something
Cassidy: Yay!!!
Cassidy: Ironically I do have a gluten free pizza too-the fifth one's veggie, but we can find something else to replace the pizza
Becky: I mean it's not about the veggies, usually the base of the pizza isn't made with gluten-free crust. If you're sure it is though!
Becky: I honestly don't mind. Just coming over to chill and have a Netflix marathon sounds great right now, no matter the food :)
ryderschwarz:
Her reaction wasn’t something that he was unfamiliar to, his coarse attitude often made people uncomfortable or think of him as unapproachable.. which he absolutely was. His demeanor changed slightly when she mentioned Connor Shapiro, a kid that he’d been selling to for the past two years. ❛ Okay, ❜ he sighed, ❛ does he want the usual? ❜
He seemed a little more calm now, and that eased Becky’s mind. No, there was no way this was going to go badly, a swarm of cops wasn’t going to suddenly surround them out of nowhere. Trusting the guy knew what he was doing, she nodded and gave a smile, trying to act as casual as she could even through her nervousness. “Yeah, the usual. Thanks.”
isaacwinston:
“I’m hopeful. Especially after living through that wild moment of secondhand embarrassment. It does smell promising, though,” he agreed with a nod towards the other’s bag of food. A smile stayed in place on Isaac’s lips, watching as the brunette seemed to shuffle before starting to slide back, eeking into the waiting crowd around them. “It was. It was nice talking with you,” Isaac started, glancing towards the counter with hope when another order was brought up, but it once again wasn’t his own. He flashed her a brighter smile, shrugging slightly when he glanced back. “Good luck with the YouTube thing. Don’t get demonetized – fight the Man.”
"Thanks. I won’t,” she promised with a laugh, genuinely having warmed to the guy even after a simple conversation of a few minutes. She really wanted to get his name, or his number, twitter handle, something (for no other purpose than to just have a way of being in touch— just in case!). But painful shyness that brought third grade flashbacks often reared its head in moments like these, and instead of saying much else, she simply flashed him a smile, hands full with her tray as she left to go find a seat.
Text | BECKY
Harry: Yeah, it seems somewhat fine at the very least. I think she'll enjoy it either way.
Harry: I'm not sure I deserve any praise for just organizing a birthday party. I'm not even doing it very well.
Harry: I think all of the important things will be there, so, that's what's really important. But it's not a pinterest affair or anything.
Becky: What are all the important things? I'm taking notes for the future :P
Becky: well you're still throwing a surprise party with an ice cream bar...I feel like you're ahead of the curve of a lot of dads out there.
SMS I BECKY
Layne: Wait a minute, so you're cheating on me with Idris Elba? I'm heartbroken..
Layne: STOP TEXTING ME THEN FOOL
Layne: Or are you in the shower rn? ;)
Layne: Ha! I'm totally kidding.. You're like a sister, yo.
Layne: HURRY THE FUCK UP BRO
Becky: Yes. I'm sorry to break it to you this way.
Becky: UM NO IM NOT. IDIOT.
Becky: I'm looking for my stupid phone charger so I can charge this while I shower. Like, way to make me feel like a headless chicken, BRO
Becky: In future I request all plans be declared at least 3-4 hours in advance to give me enough time to prepare.
connorshapiro:
“Ooooh, that’s a rad idea.” He smiled, a toothy grin. “I am indeed! Just booked my biggest role, two days ago.”
“Maybe I’ll invite you,” she said teasingly, smiling. Her eyes lit up when he mentioned a role. “Oh wow, really? Can I know what for or is that confidential? That’s awesome, congrats.”
The VIP Section | Taylor & Becky
taylorjohnson09:
Taylor shook his head and grinned as Becky stood and moved to the dance floor in an exceptionally… deliberate fashion. Sure, he wasn’t drunk enough to want to dance. He actually borderline disliked dancing, but he certainly wasn’t above catering to whims tonight, especially after how hard he had already worked to get to this moment. Smirk still plastered on his face, Taylor stood slowly, taking his time as to make his way over to Becky and her friends. When he finally reached her, he instantly greeted her by pulling her in close, grinding his hips into her own and shoving his tongue into her mouth in a passionate embrace. He didn’t care that all of his buddies were hooting and hollering at them, he didn’t care how her friends were or weren’t reacting to it, or how blatantly obvious what he was doing probably was to the people around that were sober. It didn’t matter. He was taking her home with him tonight. Period.
Taylor continued grinding on Becky as the minutes wore on, alternating between her hips and her ass and kissing her and not kissing her, the loud, pulsating music only encouraging him further to keep it up. “Do you want more?” he’d continuously ask his date as her glass became empty, always handing it to a waiter and getting it back with more liquid courage in it a few moments later. After awhile though, the joke eventually wore him down. He’d had enough teasing. He needed some action. “Come on,” he whisper-yelled in Becky’s ear, pulling her into a dark corner far from sight of the group, where the music gave the illusion of being much quieter. “Baby, I’m so fucking into you. Please, can we get out of here?” Taylor borderline moaned between neck kisses, wanting to leave as many hickies on her neck as possible. “I want you. I want you so unbelievably bad, I think I may lose my mind if I don’t get you to myself soon.”
If Becky was being honest with herself? This was the most action she had seen in months, far too busy between her channel and her company to really think about guys, dates, or any of it. And the way Taylor took the lead, with his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth, well that was undeniably hot to her. The alcohol helped, or else she wouldn’t be doing this quite so in the open, where his friends and her friends could both see, but by that point Becky was too far gone to think about judging looks.
Eventually they ended up separated from the rest of the group, and it was with a drunken giggle that Becky broke down, ticklish with kisses to her neck. “Okay, okay, alright.” She figured that if she put it off any longer, she could miss the chance entirely, and some part of her didn’t want that. Not in the slightest. “Alright, let’s go.” His last words hit her in a funny way, and she laughed a little. Maybe it was a little cheesy even, something he’d said to plenty of girls before her, but Becky didn’t care. She was the girl all his attention was on tonight. She was the one. “Just let me get my bag,” she added, and slipped away before he could say anything else, making her way back to where she’d left it. She eyed her friends, still dancing, still going. For a moment she considered explaining her situation and saying her goodbyes, but then she thought — fuck it. They’d understand. Finding Taylor again, she flashed him a smile, swaying a little, not quite solid on her own two feet. But definitely more confident than she had been hours ago. “Let’s go.”
isaacwinston:
He shook his head slowly, gaze still trained on the brunette as she gave a quick rundown on the situation. “Exactly. You know, big sites and companies are trying that more and more often – bending the rules to fit themselves, but you’d think they’d realize that in this day and age, everyone’s catching on a lot quicker.” Isaac sighed before glancing forward when the other picked up her order. A bit of a smile tugged at his lips as he shrugged, flashing his own receipt now. “No, worries. I’m still waiting on mine. It’s been a welcomed distraction. I never would’ve guessed that YouTube had so much internal politics – or that this place had just as long of a wait as everyone warned me.”
There was a lot more Becky would’ve loved to talk to the man about, but she felt like he was being polite for the sake of being polite. Interested, but not too interested. “The wait’s long, but totally worth it. You’ll see what I mean,” she said with a promising smile, the hot wafting scent of her own food now getting to her, making her salivate. “Um, it was nice meeting you,” she said with another soft smile, already trying to edge her way out of the crowded mass to a free seat, and giving the man a nod. At least get his name, she thought to herself, but it was easier thought than done.
elenabeckett:
“We’ve been friends for years, I’d never give you anything with gluten in it. It also means that when we go to Cheesecake Factory, I get to eat all the bread,” Elena joked, referring to the brown bread that she loved so much - no matter how fattening it ma be. Elena stopped to ponder for a moment. “The latter, honestly work is very mentally and emotionally taxing. I guess it makes sense with everything happening in the federal government, that the state governments are experiencing it too in a sort of domino effect. What about you, any upcoming projects?”
“True. Double true,” Becky said with a light laugh. Elena had always been one of the more considerate of her friends, and she was always grateful for it. She listened to Elena describe work, and she couldn’t imagine doing that. It sounded like a nightmare, her own job breezy in comparison. “I think you need a mini spa day. We need a mini spa day. Please let me book it? I promise not to film it for the vlog or anything, it can just be our special, private day. Man, I have so many upcoming projects,” she replied, once given the chance to talk about herself. “Like, a ton. I kind of have a personal assistant now too, actually. I thought I could handle everything myself, but apparently I’m forgetting dates and company meetings, and now I have one to help me get my shit together.”
nixoncooper:
“A cop? What? No. That flying thing that nearly attacked me!” He pointed out. Did she seriously not see that?
“No, I didn’t, I’m sorry. What did it look like? Was it a bird? Or a bug?”
