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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@brighton-innocent
Carmelized, Peach Pit, Bellini
What is a rash decision you’ve made that worked out well?
I can’t think of any. I usually don’t really do anything without thinking it through.
What are your comfort TV shows?
Sex and the City, Beavis & Butt-Head, Black Mirror.
What is something you hope comes back into fashion?
Buffalo shoes cause you’d all look dumb as fuck.
Nectar, Bellini, Georgia
What is something you enjoy that most people don’t know about?
Hockey, MMA, and wrestling. I just love seeing men get hurt.
What is something you hope comes back into fashion?
Flapper dresses and zoot suits better become a real thing again soon.
What is a stereotype you feel like you fit into?
Um... I probably fit the Bel Air type - at least Goat Man says I do. But Bel Air rules, so I don’t even care about that.
Luscious, Bless Her Heart, Puree
What do you look for in a significant other?
Hotness and praise. Don’t judge me, you’re looking for the exact same thing.
If you could call anyone in the world and have an hour long conversation, who would you call?
I’d probably have a chat with Silvio Berlusconi. I just wanna know what the fuck he’s thinking. Like, in general.
What is your most interesting talent?
I'm really fucking good at lip syncing. My mom, Silver and I didn’t go to Miss Gay for 10 years in a row for nothing.
Tempting, Charmed, Talk Derby to Me
What are your guilty pleasures?
I never feel guilty about pleasure.
What’s something someone could say to make you like them instantly?
Calling me Big Boss seems to work.
What quality do you value most in friends?
Loyalty. And fun-ness. I hate boring people, they suck.
Ask Meme Monday #7
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green skittles || bright&emerson
emersondouglas:
“What kind of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy bullshit is that?” Emerson asked, snickering. He took another puff of the joint, before passing it back.
“Dammit, I wish we had better food. I could eat an entire bakery right now. Pass the Skittles.”
“What?” she asked genuinely, brows furrowed as she looked at him. Brighton wasn’t exactly a big sci-fi reader, or reader in general, and probably never would be. “You’re weird.”
She sat up and reached for her Birkin, passing him a couple of Skittles bags. Bright herself was kind of hungry too, but she wasn’t going to let herself eat more Skittles, no way. “I mean, we could go get some food, if you’re hungry. There’s only berries at my apartment, but I’m sure we can figure something out.”
green skittles || bright&emerson
emersondouglas:
Emerson nipped at her fingers as she tapped his nose, though he only bit the air. The gesture would’ve seemed playful if it wasn’t Emerson.
“Don’t get cocky,” he said, smirking. “I follow the money and the disasters. You seem to have an excess of both.”
“I’m always cocky,” she said, sending an even more powerful smirk back at him. “And I don’t think that was a compliment, but I’ll take it as one anyway.”
She sighed contently, tapping her fingers against the floor. “You know what’d be awesome? If the entire sky came crashing down right this second,” she mused aloud, staring up into the night. “That would be incredible.”
henry-archer:
For a moment, Henry was proud of himself for managing to get someone like Brighton Innocent to like him. It really helped in situations like this. Taking her phone, he gave her a grateful smile. “Are you sure?” He asked, looking up at her. Honestly, he still found it strange how easy he and Brighton seemed to get on, but right now, he was really glad they did.
“Of course I’m sure. You’re my friend, do you think I’m just gonna watch you be all poor? Not when I can do something about it.” She smiled encouragingly, hoping he would accept her offer. It wasn’t often that she went out of her way to help people out, but Henry was one of the few souls she’d deemed worthy. “Oh, and if you really need to go search for better luck, maybe this is the time to go on that cruise, huh?”
The Big Boss | Brighton&Willa
notaklerkwilla:
“Ah, you must be the big boss.“ A bemused smile tugged at the corner of her lips, grey hues averting their attention away from the bar and towards the tall brunette that had clearly made her presence known. Willa had been warned that Brighton was called down to smack talk some sense into her. Problem was, it didn’t exactly have her quaking in her stylish yet comfortable boots. “I am. If you have drink with me I might even tell you why.”
On some level, Willa knew she shouldn’t be testing her new boss. Especially not one whose daddy probably only bought her this club to keep her occupied. But it wasn’t like she really needed the money to get around, plus judging by Brighton’s entire appearance the woman sure liked her brands, she would soon agree. “How about I give you a little hint as to why I send him away?,” she mused, hoping to tickling the other’s interest. “You might wanna fire your bouncer for letting that guy in, in the first place.”
Brighton surrendered and let an actual smile take over her face at the title she’d received. “Big Boss... loving it. Keep calling me that, maybe even make it spread, and you’ll be out of trouble in no time,” she said with a wink. “And I won’t turn that offer down, it’s only fair that you get to prove yourself as a bartender.” It honestly wasn’t a bad deal for either woman: Brighton was sure the bartender wanted to keep her job, and she sure as hell didn’t want to go through the hassle of firing someone unless she had to. Or unless that person wasn’t attractive, but of course being cute was a requirement to work at Antenora in the first place. She had standards to maintain, after all.
“Well, I’ll think about it. I like Carlo though, so I’d hate to let him go. But what’d the douche do?” she asked, only acting curious because she had to. Honestly she didn’t particularly care to hear the whole story, but well, at least this still counted as working. She’d even visited the club today, which was hardly an everyday occurrence. “Also, could you make me a nojito? It’s on my special menu,” she said, pointing to a note at the end of the bar. “I don’t drink alcohol, but I do strongly believe we should talk this through over a cocktail. You know, like civilized people.”
“It's my party, I'll cry all day, so in touch with Rinpoche Climb the mountain, password saved, Satan is my username” ~
What's the most expensive/least expensive thing you ever bought?
Least expensive: I don’t know. Gum? Who the hell keeps track of that, anyway? Is that what you poor people do with your time? Why the fuck would it matter in any context?
Most expensive: Probably my fur coat... which I can’t wear in the heat of this so-called civilized state. It’s a tragedy, honestly, all those rabbits died for nothing.
If you lost all your money, would you get a Sugar Daddy?
Yeah, probably. But like a cute one.
I don’t see anything wrong with it as long as it’s all consensual.
green skittles || bright&emerson
emersondouglas:
Emerson stared at her, gaze unwavering but betraying no expression. His emotions rarely showed on his face.
“Rest assured, Brighton, I really am this antisocial and arseholeish,” he said, deadpan. “It’s all-natural.”
Brighton wrinkled her nose at his words, "Alright, Kurt Cobain. You’re the pinnacle of stoic hatefulness. But it suits you, I guess.” She didn’t doubt for a second that he was horribly unfriendly, but she still felt like that wasn’t his entire being. But whatever, it wasn’t like she never acted like an asshole, so she felt like she understood. Being an ass was part of her charm, and it was part of his.
She looked back at him, reaching over to tap the tip of his nose. “You like me, though,” she stated matter-of-factly, though with a wide grin.
Is money the root of all evil?
Oh hell no. Money has done nothing but help me get ahead in life. People who say this are people who have no money of their own. Jealous hater talk, honestly.
TMI Thursday #6
theragnatelarp:
After last week’s not very successful TMI Thursday, I’ve decided to give it one more go. Because I feel this topic is too good to be wasted, it’s once again all about the money. And honestly who doesn’t like a good re-run? You know the drill, any question goes as long as it has some relation to the topic.
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green skittles || bright&emerson
emersondouglas:
Emerson nodded as she spoke. Even he knew who Brighton’s family was – he’d seen pictures of Brighton long before he’d ever met her in person, though he couldn’t quite place his finger on what, exactly, she did. Emerson’s family – the one from before – relished in obscurity. His parents were quiet, private folks who didn’t care for attention of any kind.
Emerson himself was an antisocial creature by nature. He had to be. Attention led to questions, which could lead to exposure.
“If it makes you feel any better,” he said, passing the joint back over to her, “I don’t care much for The Brighton Show. I like this better. It feels like I’m talking to an actual person, not a product. …No offense.”
“Oh, none taken,” she said, lazily waving her free hand in front of her before taking another drag on their shared joint. “I’m still beating you in the ratings.”
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this mellow, but apparently it suited her. In Goat Man’s opinion, anyway, but she happened to care a lot about what he thought of her right now. He’d somehow become one of her best friends, after all. And he’d gotten her a goat, which was very important.
“So, does The Emerson Show ever stop?“ she asked, turning her head to look at him... and to send a smoke ring flying right at his face. “I mean, you know I’m not judging, but you’ve got a hell of a front too, right?”
winonaduval:
Winona had some idea of who Brighton was — a big shot, of course. But apart from her suspecting some level of fame, there wasn’t much else. All she knew was that she was thankful to know the woman right now, to be on her bed instead of alone trying to deal with this. “I should have seen this coming, really,” she joked. Fingers fluttered over her side, teeth grinding as she pressed down once more on the wound. “Do you know anybody that can keep their mouth shut?”
“Mm, most people will keep quiet if you pay them enough,” she said as she carefully removed her Missoni bed spread to a safe distance from the bleeding wound. “Plus you have an eye witness right here who saw those horrible men try to mug you down by that other club... I forget it’s lame-ass name,” she waved her hand dismissively at the thought of her competitor. “And then they stabbed you when you resisted. You poor thing.”
