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@camilla-stone
“Ay up, is there anyone that can spot me a tenner?”
FEELS FRIDAY
TODAY’S FEELS: IF WE WERE DATING..
FINISH THAT SENTENCE IN MY ASK BOX. Reblog to play
camilla-stone:
Pretty sure it’s not just the school issuing the warning.. I think It’s a city wide thing. But life goes on and unless places close you still gotta work..
“My point is, it’s probably not as bad as they are trying to make it sound. I’m not complaining about work.”
Storm Fun || Camilla & Tate
There was a severe storm warning, and Tatum had volunteered to pick Camilla up at Lady Bitz. What the hell was she thinking? She had seriously contemplated just texting the girl and telling her to stay put, but she couldn’t back out. Unfortunately, it was going to be a taxi taking her to pick the girl up since Tate didn’t drive; that was, if she could get one. She had put the call in nearly thirty minutes ago, and as time had passed, she was starting to wonder if even the driver would show up. Just as she was about to call back, she heard the horn outside.
Sprinting out into the rain, Tate climbed into the cab, “Lady Bitz on 4th. I’m already late.” She realized how it had sounded, but it didn’t matter, she wanted to get to Cami and get back home as soon as she could.
Being that Lady Bitz had no windows to look outside, Camilla really had no clue how bad the storm was besides what she was told -- which was nothing. When you did what she did, the weather was the very last thing customers talked about. If they even talked at all. Mostly they moaned, or directed her what they wanted her to do. How she should dance, how she should behave or what role she would be playing. Oftentimes, she was treated as a hooker. As if they could pay her to have sex with their sorry asses, but that wasn’t the case. She took her clothes off and danced for them, sure -- but that was as far as it went. She never allowed herself to be bought. Most men who walked into Lady Bitz didn’t understand that concept though, and it made for especially long nights at work.
The place was finally closing up though, and her boss wouldn’t allow her to stay inside, protected from the pouring rain. He had to lock up and go back to his wife and kids. The idea made her laugh, it was incredibly ironic. A man who ran a strip club having a white picket fence life waiting for him at home. Camilla waited outside for 30 minutes under minimal cover when the taxi finally showed up with Tate waiting in the back seat for her. Quickly, Camilla sprinted out and joined her friend, forcing the actress to scoot over. “What took so bloody fucking long, T?”
camilla-stone:
“Landon the nice guy…why does that sound like a bad thing coming from your mouth?” He smiled softly down at the girl, a hand going to the small of her back to help her keep standing. “I don’t want to be blown, okay? I just want to make sure you’re okay. Which means I’m giving you a ride home. I hope they already took your keys away.”
“I dunno,” Camilla shrugged, raising a brow at him. “Maybe that’s a thing to ask your psychiatrist, aye?” She laughed, allowing him to hold her up. “If you say so. I’ve just never had a guy turn down a blowie before in my life. Bloody strange. Haven’t you heard, Landon? Chivalry is dead. I could give you a lap dance if that’s more your thing. I’m a professional dancer.”
“Keys...uh...” She reached into her pockets first, eyebrows furrowed when they weren’t there. “I think they are in my bag. Can’t be sure of that though.”
“Aye, the weather can’t be that bad if I’ve still got work, can it? The school is just being a bit over dramatic is all. If anything happened, they are probably afraid they’ll have a lawsuit on their hands.”
camilla-stone:
“Most of the girls around here say the same thing most of the time. Why does everyone ask if I want to be blown for being nice?” Landon lifted the girl to her feet with ease and waited until she was steady until he let go of her hand. “I’m Landon, nice to meet you.”
“Because most guys are bloody fucking dicks,” Camilla shrugged as she stood, closing her eyes for a moment. The room was definitely spinning around her. She held on to his shoulder, trying to keep herself steady.
“No one does anything nice without expecting something in return, especially not in this place -- but I guess you’re the one that’s different, aye? Landon, the nice guy.”
You should probably try wearing lighter colors, the black washes you out. (19)
“Oi. Thank you, fashion police.”
19
“If you insist.”
10
“I’m supposed to compare someone to a food? Okay then, I’ll get right on that.”
how was your day?
“Well, I woke up with a killer hangover. Lucky for me it’s Saturday and there are no classes I’ve got to go to and I don’t have to work until later tonight so I went to the bar and cleared that hangover right up. All in all, I’d say not bad.”
SLEEPOVER SATURDAY
TODAY’S GAME: PASS IT ON
Send me a number, and I will do what it says to the next person to post on the dash.
Send an anonymous complement
Send an anonymous insult
Send then an anonymous description of how you see them, but in opposites (eg if they are loud call them quiet)
Ask one thing you have always wanted to know, either on or off anon
Dare them to do something they would never usually do
Ask them on a date to a place you think they would hate
Anonymously describe them sleeping
Anonymously describe your wedding to them
Send them a song that reminds you of them
Compare them to a food
Suggest an App they would find useful
Ask them how their day was
Describe what their traits would be/ what species they are if they were a sim
Compare their life to a broadway musical
Tell them what color their aura is
Anonymously tell them all the things you assumed they have eaten today
Try to guess their star sign based on their personality
Tell them things will be okay
Offer them random advice
Tell them who you think their perfect match is
camilla-stone:
“Just because I don’t know you doesn’t mean I can’t be concerned for you. Being a stranger doesn’t mean you’re not human.” Landon gave her a smile as he leaned over and held his hand out to her. “You want some help now?”
“First stranger in this bloody place I’ve ever met that gives a damn about anything besides my ass. You’re not gonna make me blow you or something in return, are you?” Camilla stayed sitting on the floor, eyeing his hand warily before deciding to take hold of it. Like it or not, she did need the help.
“Name’s Camilla.”
FEELS FRIDAY
TODAY’S FEELS: Compare me to a disney (or other animated character) in my ask box!
camilla-stone:
I was just concerned is all. You want some water? It’ll help in the morning, I promise.
“Concerned? For some girl you don’t even know?” Camilla slurred, attempting to stand up to show she was fine. A plan that went rather awry when she fell on her ass by the bar stool.
“Why would ya’ be concerned for a complete stranger?”
camilla-stone:
“I’d hope not; I’m a guy and definitely not your mum. But you are definitely drunk right now.”
“What’s so bloody bad about that? I think you could use a pint on me.”
camilla-stone:
Well you’re slurring your words and you’re getting awfully loud….I just thought -
“You just thought I wanted your opinion or...? I’m an adult, don’t think it’s your job to tell me when to stop. I don’t even know your name.”