trying to be better;

bellamy. 30. vet.

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abel-thomas·:

“That’s a pretty nice added gesture,” he nodded, happy to know that there were still decent, caring people in the world. He’d gotten go so used to snakes in his industry that sometimes it was hard to remember such a fact. “This pet owner wouldn’t happen to a pretty girl, right?” It was nothing more than a joke, but Abel had to ask. “You know what? Let’s just Google it. Can’t really go wrong with that, right? I mean, someone on the internet is gonna know what kind of wine to get this lady.” 

"I mean, she is a pretty and a girl,” Bellamy gives him that, “but she’s also probably twice my age, if not more, and her hair’s the color of a sheet of paper.” He laughs a little then. Myriam is definitely one of his older clients. But for however old she may be, she sure is enthusiastic about throwing an annual Christmas party and ensuring Bellamy attends. “But hell, why not? Google’s never failed me before...” He presses his lips together then. “Okay, maybe it didn’t help me so much in high school when I was taking Spanish, but other than, it’s never failed me before,” he corrects himself with a chuckle.

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stellagvrcia‌:

@bellamyjames

Stella wasn’t sure why she’d agreed on doing this blind date thing. Perhaps it had been a method to get her friend to shut up about this amazing guy she knew. Maybe it was because she had a little inkling of hope in the back of her being. Perhaps it was just the loneliness that seeped in her rib cage. Either way, here she was in a dress a little too tight and heels that had already begun to make her feet ache. The only solace had been the glass of wine she’d already ordered to settle her nerves. Dark hues flicked to the door whenever a person entered, wondering if it was the person named Bellamy she was meant to meet here. After her glass of wine had gotten half empty, and the barista began to lead a male towards her table, the brunette placed a smile on her face. “You must be Bellamy.”

Blind dates are not Bellamy’s thing. In fact, this is his first one and he’s nervous to the core. Just the idea of spending an hour or two with someone he barely knows, only the information shared by a common friend to go by, makes his throat feel all tight and his stomach almost flighty. It brings up a bunch of questions in his head that just makes him even more anxious. Like, what if she hates me? Or doesn’t find me fun? Or what if I’m not her type at all? Weren’t blind dates supposed to take pressure off of you because your friend vetted them first? Not add more pressure because you’re essentially going in... well, blind, for the lack of a better word. But he’s here, and he supposes there’s no way to ever be ready for something like this, so he’s just going to put his best foot forward and hope for the best.

“You must be Stella. It’s a pleasure.” He extends his hand to shake hers before settling into the seat opposite hers. “Sorry I’m a bit late by the way. Had to deal with a particularly energetic dog before coming out here tonight. I don’t know how much you’ve been told about me, but I’m a vet if that clears anything up,” he shares with a chuckle, placing the napkin on the table over his lap. She’s beautiful, is the first thing he thinks. Because of course. How could anyone not see that? “So...” It begins. This is it. Bellamy has no idea how he wants to tackle it but he’s never been the best at faking or being under pressure, so he decides to just eliminate being worried about that by saying the first thing on his mind. “Be honest with me: is this your first time on a blind date too or no? Because I just want to get it out there: I have no idea what I’m doing but I hope we have a good time and you’re totally beautiful.” A small -- and nervous -- laugh leaves his lips then. He hopes his sincerity comes off charming; otherwise, he just made this incredibly awkward and it’s only the start of the evening.

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astoriaswann‌:

Astoria chuckled at his comical expression, “Some really nice cheese would probably cost that too, for all I know,” the blonde shrugged. “But you know, you could always get a cheese and meat gift basket; I’m sure that will be popular at the Christmas party,” the blonde suggested as she adjusted her shopping trolley for someone else to walk by. “If it were me, I wouldn’t mind a really good homemade lasagna or pie.” Really, the only reason why Astoria loved it when people bring over homemade dishes for her is because she could not cook, and she missed homemade foods the most which is a huge part of why she wanted to learn how to cook––part of the whole independence and adulting thing she has been trying out. “But hey, you can always get those bottles with the silver stickers on them,” the blonde extended her finger to the bottles that had an aluminum foil stickers on them. “It usually means they’re award-winning wines, so you can never go wrong with them. I’d opt for red, by the way.”

“I mean, cheese and meat, hard to complain about,” Bellamy offers to compliment her suggestion. “I mean, unless there’s lots of Vegans,” he adds, chuckling sheepishly, digging his hands into his pockets. Though, at her following idea, Bellamy is nodding. He totally agrees. His only problem is he’s not sure his cooking wouldn’t put someone in the hospital. "See, I would do the homemade lasagna or pie thing, but I’m not the best cook and I wouldn’t want to poison everyone at the party,” he shares, laughing lightly. “That’s probably not the right way to win points.” Definitely not the right way to win points. But he glances up and smiles when the blonde offers him another tip. “Yeah?” His eyes turn to the direction she’s pointing, taking in all of the bottles before picking one he thinks is a red after hearing her recommendation. “Thanks. I appreciate it,” he tells her with a nod of his head, sparing a quick look to read the label before settling his gaze on the stranger again. “So, uh, you have any big plans for the holidays? Getting some wine for yourself or maybe you’ve gotten invited to a party and are hoping to look like an adult by showing up with a bottle of wine like me?” He asks in jest.

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marlofalk‌:

“You’re so sweet. I might blush.” She replied with a chuckle as she peeked inside one of the boxes, trying to think ahead. However, his next words made her spin around. “A full ladder? Just for me? I couldn’t possibly accept a gift of such value.” Playing along, she lightly shook her head in gratitude as the grin on her face grew wider. “You really like to plan ahead with your gifts, huh? Here’s a tip, instead of an overpriced jetpack, just get me a broom and I’ll put on my witchy hat and fly over San Francisco with my power of will.” She joked in return, joining him in his laughter. Trying to be useful while he started to work, Marlo ruffled up the reef on the door but stopped the second he suggested playing some music. “Yay. So much yay, I’m impressed by your thinking.” She said while reaching into her back pocket and taking out her phone. “You need to pick our soundtrack though because I’m biased to Wham and George’s soothing voice.” Taking a step forward, she handed him her phone after opening Spotify and a self-made Christmas playlist which was longer than Marlo cared to admit.

"Hey, as big as a stickler I am about the type of music I listen to, I’ll never say no to Wham and George Michael. Last Christmas is a classic and it’s practically blasphemous to not listen to it at least once during the holiday season.” That, with absolutely no statistics at all to prove so, he is totally and completely sure of. Bellamy takes Marlo’s phone as she hands it to him, thumbs already working to the title of something in the search bar. “But you’re just in luck. I’m a big playlist dude and I do have a pretty legit Christmas playlist. Hope you like Bublé though.” Titled: IT’S CHRISTMAS, MOTHERFUCKERS! Bellamy makes sure the volume is at its limit and selects his playlist, the two neighbors soon greeted by a very Rock-type opening guitar solo. Relient K’s Deck the Halls cover most certainly isn’t a popular choice in a lot of people’s Christmas playlist but Bellamy liked to have something a little out of the ordinary to start things off. He believes intrigue and unfamiliarity is key to keeping people hooked to listening to a playlist, especially when there are so many out there on Spotify. “Oh yeah, this is the stuff. Are you feeling festive? I’m feeling festive.” He attempts a headbang -- he says ‘attempt’ because he’s sure this isn’t the proper way to do one -- before he begins to put up Marlo’s lights, his laughter keeping him from successfully performing the task. “It gets normal after this, I promise,” he tells her through his chuckles. After the final note of this song, they’ll be presented with the very classic and ever-favored Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) by the one and only Michael Bublé.

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monikahalston‌:

MONIKA SHOT BELLAMY AN APOLOGETIC LOOK, feeling terrible for her part in the ordeal. For starting the whole inconvenience by mistakenly entering the wrong apartment number on her customer profile. It wasn’t something she normally did; she’d been living at her current address for several years. The only thing that might’ve played a role in her erroneous ways was an extra glass of wine or two, consumed while she clicked through all of her recommended items on Amazon in search of the right crafting supplies to re-stock her kit after making props for her class’ winter showcase performance. “I’m so sorry for all of this. And doubly sorry that it’s not a love match,” she added, laughing lightly. “Maybe next time, Bellamy.” 

The laughter came easily again when he commented on the flour on her face. “Very funny. The break hasn’t started yet; I just like to get a head-start on my holiday baking. Actually, now that you mention it…” A thought occurring to her, Monika set the laptop down and turned back to the array of ingredients crowding the counter, focusing on the cooling rack instead of the parts that make up the whole ( and the volume of dirty dishes piling up in her sink ). “I’m trying out a new recipe ⏤ it’s a white chocolate maple blondie. I think it needs a bit more maple syrup, but you have an impartial palate, why don’t you tell me?” Plucking one of the squares up from where the tin had been set to cool, she held it out for Bellamy to take before jerking back suddenly. “Wait, you’re not allergic to nuts, right? Because I added chopped walnuts to it.”

Bellamy plays along, touching a hand to his chest and pulling a hurt face. “Oof,” he noises. Like the lack of a match is a blow to his chest. “I’ll live to see another day I guess,” he adds with a soft chuckle, easing his features into his usual smile. Not that he’s actively looking to get into a relationship again any time soon. He feels like, even with all of the time that’s passed since his last relationship, he still wouldn’t know what to say or do if he ever has to get to that point -- of being completely honest. About everything. His past isn’t the easiest thing to come clean about, and once Bellamy starts falling, the guilt starts building, and guilt has never been an easy thing for him to deal with. At this point, he feels like he’s destined to be single now. As punishment for the crime he committed in his teen years.

“White chocolate maple blondie?” He repeats, impressed he can even recall that many words for a dessert. “Well, someone’s getting fancy.” His lips curl upwards at a side in a half-smirk. “Don’t mind if I do,” he answers, pretty content he’s about to get a treat on top of settling an ‘issue’. Though, it wasn’t so much an issue, just something that needed clearing up. Just as he’s about to reach for the square piece of cake, his eyes widen when Monika pulls it away suddenly. But his surprised look returns to his easy smile quickly once he hears her question. “Nah, not allergic. To anything as far as I know. Though, I do claim to be allergic to olives but that’s just because I don’t like them,” he confesses, winking in jest. 

“Brownie please?” He then says, holding both of his hands out for the square-shaped baked good, lips widened to the point that the dimples on his cheeks are visible.

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valentinecarvn‌:

Valentine peered at the male when he spoke up, eyeing the bottle of wine in his hands. “That’s not a good one,” the blonde said as she took the bottle from him and then placed it on the rack. “First off, are you looking for white or red?” The girl asked then, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You have two types that you can pick from usually. One that’s a little more subtle and one that’s more coarse. But one way to always know you’re going down the right route is the amount you’re going to spend. Over twenty five is guaranteed to be good.”

“No?” He pouts a little. Like, it was over 20 dollars. Isn’t the pricier the better with these things? Bellamy watches the bottle be taken from his hands and returned to the rack. “Uhh, not picky, really. I think I might go with red, though. It’s a Christmassy color and this is for a Christmas party.” He knows that logic is a bit flawed but he knows next to nothing about wine and figured matching the wine with a popular color of the holiday season was appropriate. “Over 25? Okay, I can do that,” he assures with a nod of his head. Just any wine that’s red and over 25 dollars. Shouldn’t be hard. “Hey, thanks for helping me do this, Val. You wanna go for a drink or something after this? As a thank you.”

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oliviamayqueen‌:

Olivia’s heart warmed up when she heard the stranger’s story. It was clear he was trying to make her feel better, and it could’ve been the biggest of lies for all that she knew, but it was the thought that mattered, and it made her smile at him “I think we need to get our eyes checked, or our fine motor skills tested” She joked, shrugging and doing a little robot motion with her hands. If anything, sometimes she was as stiff as one. Looking at his phone, she was glad he wasn’t one to text and multitask, it had proven to be very dangerous in the past, but when he explained what he was going through, Ollie understood perfectly “I’ve been having the same kind of issue, it’s terrible… Like you can’t get it out of your head, but you don’t know it, so it’s not possible for you to listen to it to finally be done!” She spoke through her mind process and laughed “I’ll help you, what’s the song- Oh, holiday? No no, the accent’s- I’m British but I’ve been living here for the past almost 30 years! I’m Olivia Queen” She introduced herself. San Francisco was a small town, everyone knew each other one way or another.

“Exactly! And I have a crap ton of playlists so I know it’s on there but I just have no idea which playlist, so I basically try to go through all of them and--” With a smile, he cuts himself off there, shaking his head. He figures she understands what he’s getting at at this point. She’s apparently been suffering the problem as well. “Oh!” He laughs, mostly at himself for assuming. She just had a pretty thick British accent so he assumed. His bad, it seems. “Bellamy Griffith. S’good to meet you,” he tells her gladly, holding his hand out for her to shake. “And hey, you’ve lived here longer than I have. Got a whole 25 years on me. Can’t believe I thought you weren’t from here.” He chuckles again, feeling a light blush begin to tickle his cheeks. “How d’ya still have the accent? If you don’t mind me asking. I figure living here as long as you have, it might’ve gotten muddled up and started to sound American. I just think it’s super impressive is all.”

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nchandler‌:

Lifting her out of her stupor of daydreaming, Natalie’s head slowly turned as she took a moment to actually hear the man’s words. She wondered if he asked that question because she had been all but confessing her love to the wine bottles in front of her. Her mind had actually just wandered off somewhere, but admittedly her stare had been intent. The brunette, having finally understood the inquiry, leaned over to look at the choices he was in front of. Instantly, she shook her head. “Depends on your price range. Those aren’t cheap, but they taste like it. Go about two rows over and one shelf up and those are your winners. Everyone likes that brand, almost obnoxiously.” 

With a tip like that, Bellamy feels like he’s hit the jackpot. "Seriously?” He’s glad. Extremely. Who needs Google when you’ve got a kind stranger to help you? He keeps her instructions in mind before saying, “Thanks. It definitely sounds like the kind of wine I should bring to a party that’s for sure.” Almost obnoxiously means it’s popular and popular means there’s a higher chance most people would like it. “You, my friend, are a life saver.” Well, they’re not friends yet. But to anyone who’d help him in a pickle, Bellamy would gladly extend his friendship. “I’m Bellamy,” he tells her, extending his hand. “Wine amateur and totally grateful for your sage advice.”

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cadyainsworth‌:

Cady considered his question, torn between playing dumb or actually showing that she knew quite a lot about wine. That’s what happened when you came from a wealthy family with a wine cellar bigger than most people’s bedrooms. “I know a little, yeah,” she said with a small nod. As much as she was trying to shed that part of her life, she also wasn’t a total asshole. “Is it for later consumption or to go with dinner? If it’s the latter, I’ll need to know what you’re having.”

"Gonna be honest: I have no idea. It’s a party, and I’m just looking to show up and look... I guess appreciative and adult-y.” And he knows: saying a word like ‘adult-y’ is not very adult-like at all. “It’s for later consumption though. That I know for sure. The party’s this weekend.” Bellamy wishes he had more information to help this woman help him, but unfortunately, he’s a little short on things to give her other than: it’s a party he’s been invited to. “What do you like to drink?” He decides to ask instead. “And hopefully, something that’s under a hundred bucks. Please.” He chuckles a little.

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abel-thomas‌:

“Just that I still haven’t found one that I like,” he grinned, head shaking. He’d spent many of press tours downing glasses of booze he couldn’t stand the taste of, but he’d never been marked a rude guest. “If you ask me, every bottle is crappy. Guess it all depends on who you’re buying it for, though.” Not that he had much experience with buying personal gifts. Most things he sent weren’t even directly from him; he had a team for that. “Look man, I’m probably not the best person to be giving out gift advice, especially when it comes to wine, but I’ll help if I can,” he offered with ease.

“I can definitely relate to that.” Bellamy is not a wine person at all. He just figured wine was the most appropriate ‘adult’ type present. “Well, it’s for this woman whose dog I gave a fighting chance. A couple more years with her,” he explains. One of the more successful stories of his career. He hasn’t been a vet long, but he’s extremely proud of this bit in it. It was one of those moments that made it clear to him that he was meant to be in his line of work. “She’s extremely grateful and I figured since her Christmas party lands on one of my days off, I’d attend. Give her a bottle of wine.” It’s not like he had many plans for Christmas. He even has to work on Christmas Eve.

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astoriaswann‌:

The school’s Christmas break could not have come soon enough. Astoria came to love teaching, but deciphering six-year-old handwritings still takes the energy out of her. Deciding to take a break from checking her students’ English homework, Astoria went to the grocery store to do her monthly grocery shopping. She was passing by the wine section, pondering on whether she should buy some more when she already had one bottle still stored at home, when the man asked her. “I know a thing or two,” Astoria said, lying a little bit; she knew everything about them because it was her father’s favourite thing to teach her. “If you don’t want a crappy bottle, you won’t have much luck here. You’d want the ones that cost more than $100,” she chuckled.

"More than a hundred dollars?” It’s almost comical how wide Bellamy’s eyes get. “Sheesh, can I get them just like, some really nice cheese instead?” He jokes, a small scoff leaving him. He knows he’s a vet but the high prices they charge for medicine by no means result in a bigger paycheck for him. “Okay, be real with me: you’re throwing a Christmas party, what do you expect people to show up with if they show up with anything at all? A plate of cookies? Maybe a really nice ornament?” He knows that’s a pretty out there choice. “I could use some help,” he admits sheepishly, shoulders lifting, mouth contorted into an almost 'yikes' expression. It's times like these he wishes there was an app or something to help him. Or hell, he could honestly just call his mom but he really doesn't want to be that person that calls their mom every time they run into a situation that seems too 'adult'. He's an adult, he shouldn't need to. But he feels like he's not at that level of adulthood yet. He's at an amateur level, still figuring out what's an appropiate present to show up with at a party he's been invited to.

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mascnchandler·:

          Wandering the aisle of the local liquor store had become somewhat of a pastime for Mason during the festive season, always required to bring a bottle of wine or whiskey to the next family gathering or Christmas party. It was always easy enough, priding himself on picking the best bottle, having had a lot of practice growing up in the Chandler household — where their wine cellar was as frequently used as their playroom. He recognized the voice immediately, diverting his gaze from the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon as he greeted Bellamy, “Hey man, good to see you.” Mason gave the other a wide smile, nodding his head in acknowledgement before pointing to the dark red bottle he had been previously eyeing. “This is a good bottle actually, it’s from a vineyard in California. It all depends if you’re wanting red or white though. Do you know the person’s preference?” Never being one to shy from a challenge, he fully intended to put his all into this wine recommendation.

Bellamy’s face lights up at when he realizes he knows the ‘stranger’ he just addressed. “Mase, hey!” He greets, his lips lifted at a side in a friendly half-smile. Always a pleasure to run into a pal. And a pal that shares his same occupation too. Meeting and befriending Mason way back when was a total delight for Bellamy; they had so much in common from the get-go that it was easy to find a friend in the fellow vet. “Oh yeah?” Bellamy takes the bottle Mason points to, getting a closer look at it even if he has no idea what to look for other than being able to read the label up close. “That’s the thing: I have no idea. This is just supposed to be one of those ‘you invited me to your party, here’s a bottle of wine in thanks’ kind of gift. You don’t happen to know of a bottle of wine that says that, do you?” He asks with a light chuckle. Bellamy has to admit he’s completely out of his element in the wine aisle. He’ll trust whatever Mason has to say about this type of thing. “Seriously, I kind of wish it’s just as sophisticated to show up to a party with a pack of beers. M’so much better at that.”

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julietqueen‌:

          Grocery shopping wasn’t really Juliet’s favorite thing to do. Especially with Christmas around the corner. People were behaving like an apocalypse was coming and the shops would be closing down forever. She would never be able to understand the madness that came with shopping for the holidays. Juliet’s pantry had always everything she needed, thanks to careful preparations and late-night (or evening) shopping with her daughter before bedtime. But, since she was running low on some of her inventory, a stop by the store wouldn’t hurt, right? A familiar voice snapped her out of her thoughts, bringing a small smile to her lips,  “Well, I only ever have the sweet rosé, a weakness as I’m sure you know. For a gift, I’d either go for a Chardonnay or Merlot. They’re not too cheap, but also not too expensive.” 

"I’m pretty sure the only reason I know rosé exists because of you,” he tells her in turn, the honest truth. “Always thought it was just red and white, no in between. You’ve opened my eyes to that,” he admits with a small smile. It’s safe to say Bellamy’s wine knowledge is very limited. It’s been a learning process, that’s for sure. Hearing Juliet’s suggestion, Bellamy nods, taking that advice into consideration. He actually thinks he’s heard once that you can never go wrong with a bottle of Chardonnay, so that might be the pick he’s going with. “Thanks. I think I’ll go with the Chardonnay then. Sounds longer and somehow in my head that means it’s fancier so--” He shrugs a shoulder, laughing a bit. It’s very ‘Bellamy’ logic. “You getting some last minute shopping done?”

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marlofalk‌:

Marlo glanced over her shoulder as she tried to wrap some fairy lights around the plant that was hanging by the door to her Apartment but somehow, they kept slipping off. With her 5 ft 5 and the building’s high ceilings, she practically had to throw the string of lights and nudge it with the tips of her fingers and hope for the best. But that didn’t seem to work out. And her neighbor seemed to notice. “Really? ‘Cause you seem like that guy right now.” She answered with a small smile, obviously teasing him before taking a step back and grimacing at the sight in front of her. “Crap.” She commented and watched him come closer. “You think the step ladder will be enough? Or am I too far gone and only a full on ladder can help me out now?” Her faked pout got ruined by the amused smile as she pointed at the two boxes of decorations pilled up by her door. So far all she managed to do was hang up the Christmas reef. “I don’t think I’ll be done with this anytime soon, so sure. I’d really appreciate that.”

“I mean, never underestimate the power of full-on ladders but I feel like you’re feisty enough to make a step ladder work.” Bellamy chuckles. Marlo’s always seemed like the resourceful type to him. “Besides, if I give you a full-on ladder right now, what will I get you for your birthday? Hard to top a full-on ladder and I don’t think jet pack is in my budget.” He jokes, laughing afterwards. “Well then, let’s get to it,” he says with a grin, bending over to pick up the string of lights she was trying to hang earlier, undoing the small tangle they’ve found themselves in. “Hey, maybe we can play some Christmas music while we’re at it?” He suggests, unfurling the lights. Good music always tends to make tedious tasks seem less tedious. "Be in our own little holiday Christmas-decorating montage? Yay or nay?”

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sidoniethicn‌:

               It had been an arduous day at the office — first, the shipment of brushes were delivered disfigured (the bristles maimed, as if a puppy had used them as a chew toy); must have been an infusion of packaging and weather, they were shipped more than five thousand miles away, but that didn’t cease Sidonie from chiding the company (for an hour or so), then, her lab technician called in sick, something about the “flu”, so she couldn’t test the new pigments, which meant a delay on that whole process and like any business, time was money, and to top it all off, as T.S Eliot would say, “the last twist of the knife”, she missed a crucial conference call with one of her investors because Cato left his toys laying around, causing Sidonie to fall and whilst no austere injuries were sustained, she felt the distant thrummings of a headache. So that is how she ended up in a liquor store, at five o’clock on a Sunday, somewhere in Russian Hill. Gazing at the wine, as if it was enchanted and the inanimate object would somehow begin speaking to her — Christ, perhaps the painkillers did the doctor prescribed was getting to her, Sidonie snapped out of her reverie when she heard another’s articulated notion. “Well, it depends, what are they serving? Are they red or white kind of people? Is this for a large group or just a few friends and what is your price range?”  

"Good question. I... don’t actually know, to be honest,” he admits with a small laugh. “I’m just trying to pick up something as a gift for the hosts of the party. Everyone loves someone who shows up with a bottle of wine, right? I’m thinking something a little pricey but definitely nothing that’s gonna put a hole in my wallet, that’s for sure.” Best to be honest about his intentions so this person could best help him pick out a bottle of wine. “Um, what are you getting?” He asks, hoping that’s not too nosy. He just figures if this stranger might deem a bottle of wine worth picking out for themself than it might be worthy enough to gift to other people.

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milaclvarez‌:

         As one arm sloped across her shoulders, Mila lent into the males embrace, cosying up to portray the ever doting girlfriend, who had sorely missed her significant other. Or so the story was, thus far. They just had to play along long enough for the idiotic male ahead of them to pick up on the hint and run along. But alas, there wasn’t a lot of hope instilled in her. “He’s protective. You best be off, he’s not overly great at the sharing thing.” A smirk easily crept across her lips, enjoying the expression on the ex-frat guy before her, who was clearly taking a large gulp at the idea of a fight breaking out. Thankfully, that alone was enough to cause him to scurry off, something she had been hoping for, for quite some time now, and it seemed to be thanks to her newfound partner in crime. “Well, you played your role spectacularly. Thanks.” Mila admitted, appreciative of his attitude towards the situation after she force-ably roped him into it.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I’ve played the role.” In high school, in college, back when he was doing his general training. It seems for most big chapters of his life, he was the unassuming face someone picked out at a bar and dragged into a fake relationship to ward someone off. “Gotta ask, is there any reason it was me you picked out or is just because I was standing next to you? ‘Cause I feel like this has happened to me way too much to just be a string of coincidences.”

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renata-ortiz‌:

“Oh, Jesus…shit…I’m sorry,” Renata said. She put a hand to her forehead and shook her head. “I just don’t like being touched. It’s not you. It’s me. But to be fair, you could have been a serial killer trying to abduct me.” She gave him a small smile and then picked off the piece of paper and tossed it into the garbage can nearby.“Thanks for letting me know about the paper,”she added.“I’m Renata, by the way.” She hated that she was so jumpy all the time. She was way calmer in the ring, but being out in a city was a different ball game.

“I don’t know much about serial killers, but I feel like they’d have better tactics that coming for someone in broad daylight,” Bellamy points out. “And hey, it’s totally fair. Didn’t mean to startle you. Honestly.” Wanting your personal space to be respected is totally validated. He never meant to breach it but he couldn’t figure a more swift way to get her attention. Other than raising his voice to get her attention but Bellamy isn’t the biggest fan of yelling, especially over something so small. “Renata,” he repeats. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Bellamy.” He extends his hand. “You not from around here or..?” He figures with how easily startled she was, she might have been new, still getting used to San Francisco. He was the same way when he first moved here, very skeptical of every turn. Wary of people. It dies down after a bit.