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Carson Atwood. 28. I make alcohol for a living. Now, tell me you're not jealous. [Disclaimer: RP blog only. Not affiliated with Scott Eastwood.] var sc_project=11734038; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="55b762b9";

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syd-bates‌: 

Sydney laughed and shook her head. “Probably not but if I tried really hard then maybe,” she said still grinning even when she extended her hand to shake his own. “Well, Carson, you might regret saying that since I’m going to talk your ear off now,” she teased. “How long have you lived in the city?”

“I’m a native, so I’ve been here a long time. I’ve lived here most of my life, except for college and a couple years after that. I was in California,” Carson explained. “How about you?”

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thesophiemilton‌:

It was crazy how many people around her were getting married. If they weren’t married already. Besides her friends, it was even worse with her two brothers being engaged. Her little sister was practically waiting for an engagement and well – there was Sophie. The single one. Her mother was practically begging her to come home with a lovely, handsome man. Preferably British of course, but if she had to bring home an American, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. As long as she brought one home at some point. The sooner the better. “ Oh, please. Thank you for asking me. I needed a fun night out. Weddings are great. ” Sophie smiled. “ Would I be the worst date if I said that whatever there is with the highest percentage of alcohol would be wonderful? ” 

“No. You’d be an honest date,” Carson corrected, a laugh falling from his lips. “Honestly, I don’t know how some people get through these things sober.” He shook his head in disbelief as he stuck out his arm for Sophie to take, ready to accompany her to the open bar. “Shall we?” he asked. “I really need some alcohol in my system before I can hit the dance floor, and yes, you’re going to be dancing with me.” He nodded his head vigorously. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

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stormeverleigh‌:

“Sounds like an awesome weekend ahead for you.” She grinned and looked at her bottle then looked back at him. “ i’m a cryptozoologist. Basically I look up shit like that on my days off when I am not at my museum.”

“Can’t say I’ve met a cryptozoologist before,” Carson admitted with a soft chuckle. “But hey, it sounds a lot more interesting than what I do for a living. How’d you get into that?”

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tess-atwood‌:

“ Oh, what kind of fish? ” Tessa asked as she raised her brows slightly as a smirk graced her lips. Teasing her brother about anything and everything was definitely something she loved most about having him around. “ Again, dude, my love life is very non-existent. Mom’s been bugging me about it all the time. ” Tessa let out as she shook her head. “ That woman really wants some sons and daughters in law. ”  The blonde chuckled as she glanced ahead to see if Archie was still doing okay. “ Either way – back to you. Tell me all about all the fish you’ve been seeing. ”

“Some really hot fish,” Carson answered with a laugh. He wasn’t sure how much detail he wanted to give. “Oh, man. You know Mom. She’s ready to have grandkids, and I’m totally letting her down on that front.” He shook his head slowly. “She probably thought I’d be married with a kid or two at this point.” He shrugged, continuing to walk side by side his sister. “Hmmm, where should I even start? There’s this girl I’m sort of seeing slash sleeping with. We don’t really go on dates. We just occasionally run into each other around town. She’s just fun to be around, great to talk to, and hot, of course.”

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scarredlindel‌:

“Meeting up at a sketchy apartment is much better,” she chuckled. From her tone it was clear she was joking and was, in fact, very fond of the crappy apartment. “To be fair… The power is out, it’s raining outside… It wouldn’t be right to kick you out just yet. You might catch a cold and what am I going to do with you then, stranger?” The woman murmured before her plump lips captured his bottom lip. At the same time, she pressed her body to his once more, placing a hand on his broad chest. Being the owner of the gallery, Scarlett had the privilege to skip work, except that thought hadn’t crossed her mind before. “Alright, I’ll let you convince me. Make your case, how are you going to entertain me? What are we going to eat?”

“If I catch a cold, you’d likely catch one yourself. You haven’t been able to keep your lips off me since I got here,” Carson teased, the corners of his lips tugging upward to form a smile. “Not that I’m complaining.” His hand rested on the small of her back, keeping her body practically pressed up against his. “Food. That should’ve been our first priority.” He laughed softly. “We could order take-out. Pizza? Chinese? I’m really not picky. And as for entertainment...” He trailed off, deep in thought. “How about we play a game? 20 questions. We take turns asking each other stuff, but we have to answer truthfully.” It was a good way to get to know one another. “There’s still a ton I want to know about you, stranger.”

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The number of people in Carson’s life getting married was increasing exponentially, and he found himself having to attend yet another wedding. Knowing full well that these sorts of events could get boring very quickly, he wanted company that could keep him entertained throughout the night, so he’d invited Sophie. She owed him anyway for helping out with her show. Luckily, the venue wasn’t too far, but was simply located on the outskirts of the city. And fortunately, the ceremony itself didn’t drag. The only part of the wedding Carson had honestly been looking forward to was the reception. Open bar? Sign him up. Turning to his date, he smiled and said, “Thanks again for accompanying me. Can I get you a drink, by the way?”

@thesophiemilton

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tess-atwood‌:

Having a dog was definitely a good excuse for Tessa to get out a walk around. It was also a good way to force herself to stop working every once in a while. Especially during the weekend. Tessa knew she’d end up working all day if she didn’t plan anything else, so she’d asked Carson to go on a hike with her and little Archie. After a short walk, they reached the part where dogs could run without a leash, and Tessa took Archie’s off, causing the dog to run away immediately. Tessa chuckled at the sight and got up to face her brother. “ So – tell me, how are all the dates going? How did things end up with blonde Maggie? ” 

@carson-atwood

It was no secret to anyone who knew Carson that he loved being outdoors. Whether it was simply for a short walk or if it was for a long hike, he rarely ever refused an invitation, so when Tessa asked him if he wanted to accompany her, he enthusiastically said yes. With Archie taking the lead, Carson followed the energetic dog down the path, matching his sister stride for stride. “They’re going,” he answered. “No second date with blonde Maggie to report, but there are plenty of other fish in the sea.” He shrugged. “How about you? Anyone I need to chase away?”

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danikamallorylaw‌:

“I shouldn’t drink anymore as I have court in the morning so just a coca cola  please.” She said and blushed. “ Sorry to interrupt your night, you here with friends?”

“A Coke, it is,” Carson nodded his head, raising a hand to wave the bartender over. “And no need to apologize. My buddies aren’t going to miss me.” He chuckled softly. “So, court in the morning... Are you a lawyer then?”

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stormeverleigh‌:

“ Sleep and hit YouTube for myths on Loch ness and other creepy beasts what about you?” She asked as she swigged her beer. “ What you got planned?”

“There’s going to be a lot of drinking involved,” Carson replied with a shrug. “That’s usually how most of my weekends go.” Curiously, he asked, “So tell me... what’s the story behind the Loch Ness Monster?”

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scarredlindel‌:

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“This is the third blackout in the last two months– I swear this building is haunted,” she released a dark chuckle and lit up a scented candle. One which would provide enough light for Scarlett to see his handsome face, yet it would prevent him from seeing the weariness on her face. “Or maybe the gods are furious with us for spending time together when we have work early tomorrow.” A moment later, missing the warmth of his body, she returned to the mattress on the floor– a poor excuse for a bed, really– and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I hope you like vanilla scented candles,”

“Better than meeting up at a sketchy motel,” Carson mused, the smile on his face growing wider when the brunette pressed her lips to his. Truth be told, he couldn’t care less where they met up, so long as they could keep doing this. “We could always just skip work,” he suggested, the idea not completely ridiculous. He, at least, had the ability to set his own schedule. He didn’t know about her; details of her daily routine and other basic information like her name still hadn’t been shared with him. “I could think of something I like much better,” he smirked as his hands found her waist, pulling her body close to his.

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syd-bates‌:

Sydney raised her eyebrows in surprise at his words and blushed a bit more, ducking her head once more to hide her face for a moment. “Are you sure you want to hear me talk about how I prefer fall over summer for five more minutes?” She asked with a soft laugh. “I don’t even think that I’ve introduced myself yet which is crazy,” she said looking at him now. “I’m Sydney and I talk a lot.”

“Do you have five more minutes worth of reasons?” Carson inquired, an eyebrow quirked in curiosity. At her introduction, he instinctively stuck out his hand for a shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Sydney. I’m Carson, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener, so you’re in luck.” He offered a friendly smile.

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isabelhayes‌:

Classes hadn’t begun yet for the University yet Isabel had been busy in preparations for the fall semester but a late afternoon break and a needed caffeine fix had her in line at the coffee shop. “Oh dear god,” she mumbled as she glanced further back in the line to see which girls were discussing how badly they wanted to fuck their teacher. The pair looked as though they were possibly seniors in high school but it was hard to tell these days. Isabel glanced to the person near her, assuming they had heard the girls talking loudly and openly as well. “I hope they’re at least eighteen,” she commented and then smirked with the small joke in her head. “They’re clearly not going to be future literature majors with the lack of eloquence.”

“Aww, come on. You’ve never had a crush on a teacher before? Never had a really hot professor?” Carson laughed softly, remembering a fair few from his time at Berkeley that he wouldn’t have minded sleeping with. “Granted, they probably shouldn’t be talking about this in public. Word travels fast around here.”

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danikamallorylaw‌:

Danika stood at the bar and sipped her second champagne of the night. Why the hell did she agree to a blind date with her friends brother. Oh god, why the hell am I putting myself out there only to be hurt again? She thought to herself. She sighed and waited to see the guy with the purple tie. She had already seen two guys with purple ties but neither were the date. She didn’t even know his name. She looked to the person next to her at the bar and sighed. “ I think I have been stood up.”

“It’s his loss,” Carson reassured the woman seated beside him at the bar. He could only imagine how frustrating and disappointing it must have been to be stood up, and his heart went out to the brunette. “But hey, screw that guy. Don’t waste another second thinking about him, and don’t waste the effort you made to look good tonight. The night is young.” He smiled warmly. “Can I buy you a drink?”

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syd-bates‌:

“Oh crap. Was I talking too much again?” Sydney asked the person in front of her who was staring at her with a confused look. “I talk a lot when I’m nervous,” she admitted with a smile as some of her hair hid the light blush appearing on her cheeks.

“You’re totally fine,” Carson assured her, a light chuckle falling from his lips. “You’re clearly passionate about this, so go on.” He gestured for her to continue. “Really, I’m learning a lot.”

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stormeverleigh‌:

Storm sat at the bar and smiled at the people to either side of her. she raised her bottle of beer and decided to randomly raise a toast. “ To still being alive and to having the weekend of freedom.” She toasted and sipped her drink.  Life was good and she was finally free of all the stress of her past. 

Carson raised his own bottle of beer, grinning at the woman seated beside him at the bar. “I’ll drink to that.” He brought his drink forward, clinking bottles with her before taking a swig, the alcohol going down far too easily. “Got any plans for this weekend of freedom?”

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eleanorxcrane‌:

Standing at the corner of the ballroom to avoid having to talk and schmooze with people who more than likely just wanted to talk about her mother, father or even brother, Eleanor pretended to busy herself. It was these kinds of functions where her last name really shone through, especially with doctors who’d come from different cities to attend the gala. Looking up from her phone when she heard someone speak to her, Eleanor looked over to Carson, who she just noticed was beside her, and chuckled. “I can tell, especially considering you ordered a beer at a fancy event full of people drinking scotch,” she joked.”

“Hey, now. This isn’t some shitty beer, okay?” Carson argued in defense of his alcohol choice. “This is one of the finest IPAs in the Pacific Northwest.” He waved his hand in front of the bottle to show off the label, the name of his family’s brewery featured prominently on it. “But you make a fair point. I might have to try out one of those 200-year-old scotches.” If he wasn’t drinking beer, he was usually drinking whiskey. “Can I get you a drink?”

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bellecarrington‌:

“The night is young,” she added with a small grin curving up on her lips, basically meaning that there were still a lot of possibilities open for him to start sweating. “I don’t mind that too much. I’m more bothered by the fact that everyone around me is probably ten times smarter which honestly makes me scared to start a conversation anywhere,” she playfully pointed out, gesturing to her breasts with a small hand movement. “These are not going anywhere. That’s how fucking tight it is.”

“Oh, yeah. Doctors tend to have that effect,” Carson agreed, a small chuckle escaping him. He’d interacted with enough people in the medical field to know that some of them could be pretty condescending. It was the same in the world of finance, the world he used to be part of before he moved back home to Portland. “You don’t have to worry about me though. I guarantee I’m not ten times smarter than you,” he joked, his self-deprecating humor shining through. Despite the brunette gesturing to her chest, Carson tried not to look, feeling that doing so could be considered offensive. “It’s a nice dress though.”