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norahsterling‌:

Norah had been in the middle of fake-laughing at a donor’s joke when she heard a ‘click’ go off only mere feet from her, allowing her to excuse herself and move over to the woman who’d taken her picture. “Mind if I see?” she asked, saddling up to the brunette with a smile on her face. “Thanks for giving me an excuse to leave that conversation — I hope my face doesn’t read ‘get me the fuck away from this old guy’. I have to be professional, you know?”

“I promise your face gives away no sense of needing to escape. Well....maybe if you zoom in on the eyes,” Carter teased, gladly showing the other woman the photograph. “I feel you. After all, I’m here on a job. Isn’t that just the absolute worst, though? Was he creepy or just boring you to death?” 

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xcherrycola‌:

As a woman who loved having her picture taken, Cherry couldn’t help but have her attention taken away when she saw a flash. When the face behind the camera commented on the picture, her smile widened. “Well, thank you. I definitely want this documented because I’d never normally get to go something so fancy.”

“Right? This place is totally fucking insane. If I hadn’t been working, I definitely wouldn’t have been let through the doors,” Carter admitted with a laugh, her eyes scanning the room, already looking for her next photo opportunity. “This isn’t usually my first idea for work either, but I have to admit it’s been fun. It’s easy to get good pictures when everyone made themselves look their absolute best.” 

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It was the type of event Carter never would’ve been invited to attend as a guest. Way out of her means. But thanks to her upbringing, she felt comfortable in a fancy dress, even if hers was much more simple than what a lot of the guests were wearing. After all, she wanted to blend in with the background - she was just there photographing the night. The photographer she assisted as her main source of income had gotten the gig, and Carter was brought along for the ride - multiple cameras meant more photos for the hospital to use later on. She lifted up her camera, snapping a candid shot that brought a smile to her face as she looked down at her screen, causing her to look up at the guest who had now noticed her. “Just got a real winner of you - maybe my best picture of the night so far, if I do say so myself.” 

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tess-atwood‌:

“ Yeah, sorry. Not my call, unfortunately. ” Tessa shrugged. When the brunette noted how she probably wouldn’t think to aid someone like that. As intelligent as Tessa was, she was also quite impulsive. She often acted without thinking, realising only later how her actions might’ve been the worst and dumbest decision ever. However, it did also help whenever something like that happened. The story of how the girl had ended up in the bar was quite sad, luckily Tessa didn’t have to deal with that. She’d always figured that that was the worst side of freelancing. You were never fully sure of a job. “ I’m sorry – that’s definitely not a good way to get through the day. What can I get you to ease the pain a little? ”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I’m trying to say. Sorry, I’m just being an asshole. It’s been a weird few days,” Carter said, quickly backtracking as she spoke - she hadn’t wanted it to sound like she was accusing the blonde or anything. More just a joke, in her weird cynical sense of humor. “Vodka soda? You’re a lifesaver. Always a fan of someone willing to bend the rules a little.” 

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carson-atwood‌:

“It’s five o’clock somewhere, right? Isn’t that how the old saying goes?” When she agreed to his drink offer, he nodded his head and replied, “Now that’s the spirit. I’ll let you do your thing, but I’ll be back in a bit with your beer.” He sauntered over to the bar, grabbing two clean glasses and filling them both to the brim with a citrus IPA, one of Beard & Barrel’s best sellers. He didn’t want to give her anything too weird, especially this early in the morning, and he didn’t want to shock her with some obscure flavor off the bat. “Hope you like IPAs,” Carson said, announcing his return as he extended the glass to the girl. He took a long sip of his beer before speaking again. “Don’t think I caught your name.”

“You got the right. Time is a fluid concept, anyways. Such rigor in our societal routines is overrated - who cares if you start drinking before noon when you should be working, right?” Carter said, poking fun at herself as she took the glass he offered her, taking a small tentative sip. “Is there anyone out there who doesn’t like IPA’s? I mean, I know there is, but....are they really worth knowing I guess is my question,” she joked, an appreciative nod following her words. “That’s really good. And sorry, that’s also extremely unprofessional of me - probably setting a record here. Carter. It’s nice to meet you.” 

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lozcrawford‌:

“Are you judging?” The brunette playfully teased as she took a sip from her rum & coke after her shift at the hospital. “You’d think I’d learn huh? You know, healthy lifestyle and all that good shit, yet I’m here. Every night, drinking this stuff.” Lauren rambled - nothing unusual for the small woman. “I think it’s the coke I love, not even the rum.” 

“Not at all. And honestly - coke is probably worse than you for rum, with the aspartame or whatever,” Carter said as she glanced at Lauren’s drink before shrugging her shoulders. “But we all have our guilty pleasures, right?” 

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joybrooks‌:

It wasn’t rare for Joy to be sitting in a bar in the middle of the night. In fact, at this point, it would’ve been odd if that wasn’t the case. After a while, just drinking usually became boring and the blonde went back home to sleep off the tipsyness, but tonight she didn’t want to leave early — it was her first night off in weeks and she needed some fun. 

“What if I made you a deal?” The girl asked as she turned to face the person next to her. “I’ll pay for all your drinks tonight if you manage to get the cute bartenders number,” she challenged, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “You in?”

Carter glanced up at the sound of a voice next to her, having been utterly zoned out on her phone. It had been a busy work day, but a good one, and she had decided to celebrate with a drink. Even if it was one by herself. At the blonde’s words, a smile pulled across her lips, her eyes turning to look at the bartenders. Sure, she could see the appeal of the male bartender working in front of them, but Carter’s preferences swung closer towards the girl working at the other end of the bar. “I’ll pass on that deal. Not my type,” she said, a slight tinge of amusement in her words. “But hey, sorta the same deal - you buy my drinks if I help you get his number.” 

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bellecarrington:

“Most conspiracy theories nowadays are so in depth that you question most things anyway. I mean, I’m not a flat earther but the points they’re making are hard to deny,” she mused with a small shrug, listening to the other’s response intently while nodding a little. “Agreed. It probably happened as soon as they started with Siri because she is always on your phone anyway,” she added, taking a sip of her beverage as she thought about it further. “You think they go to the government so they know what we’re up to though? I’m not so sure of that but I figure someone has to deal with all that information.”

“Right? Like it doesn’t matter how skeptical you are going into it, the evidence they manage to scrounge up and the way they put it together...it’s convincing,” Carter agreed, her shoulders shrugging up as she shook her head. Maybe not as far as the flat earth one - that just made her roll her eyes before she could even look into what their points were - but with a lot of them she could certainly agree with the other female’s point. “Oh, for sure. Alexa? Definitely recording everything and not just tuning in when you say her name,” she added, her eyebrows raising up a little bit. “Maybe not, but I’m sure if it came down to it, it would not be hard for the government to get their hands on it.” 

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ayophelia:

“Well, neither did I. I guess I will just have to tip very nicely,” Ophelia replied in a half joking manner. Somehow, as if she still had money, she always found herself at a restaurant trying to scrounge up whatever change at the bottom of her purse could afford her. Half listening, half day dreaming, she shook her head as she placed her elbows on the table top to prop her head up. “Well when you move to New York, send me a postcard cause I don’t think my cellphone service is going to be paid then.” Tilting her head now, her smirk turned into a playful pout  —  she always enjoyed the playful banter between them. It had been a while since their last get together and now she knew why; she was never productive when she surrounded herself with her. “Well,” she said in a soft voice, “ — how about you help me instead then, control freak? I have to write three editorials for the website and I have only one done. Got any ideas or photos you can lend me?”

Carter snorted at Ophelia, shaking her head at her words. If Carter had realized she had stolen something, however accidentally, she probably would’ve gotten up and just sauntered out before she could get caught. Not made herself more comfortable at the table. “Maybe we should get out of here before the cops show up to get you,” she said teasingly, a returning smirk spreading across her face. “You can look through my hard drive of photos from the past couple weeks and see if anything spikes your interest? You know I’m always up for another photo credit,” she offered. 

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noahjdyer:

“So what couldn’t she read?” Noah asked. “There are? Huh, maybe I should start taking more of those kinds of quizzes.”

“She can’t read,” she said slowly. “That’s the conspiracy theory. Is it really that hard to understand?” Carter said, her eyebrows inching closer and closer to her hairline. Was the statement that hard to understand? So much for a light, humorous statement. “Go for it. I don’t see the appeal, but I’m the one who watched a fifty minute conspiracy theory video.”

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bianca-miller:

“I usually don’t have the attention span.” Bianca replied which was why she never really went to any clickbait ads through her phone, but every so often she found herself with enough free time and boredom to deep dive into the web, regrettably so. “Espeically for an hour, but yes, I have been there.” Bianca crossed her arms underneath her chest as she listened, suddenly she realized who the hell Carter was actually referring to. “Oh, okay, yeah yeah I know who you’re talking about now.” She rolled her eyes. “Where the hell did that conspiracy even come from though? Doesn’t she need to read scripts and such?” She was dumbfounded. “So you think aliens have been here and actually abducted people, maybe even probed a few unwilling bastards?”

“That was part of it,” Carter said, waiving her hand in the air. “Not reading the scripts, which was why she ever only really works with the one director. It was elaborate and honestly only something that people who really paid attention to her ever could’ve put together. But entertaining, if you like absurd conspiracy theories,” she said, leaning back in her chair and lifting up her coffee again, taking a sip as she shrugged, thinking of her answer. “I mean, no, maybe not in that literal sense. But I certainly believe in life forms other than the ones that on our planet. And who’s to say what their technology is?” 

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heknewhimself:

Clem looked at her and leaned in a bit. “ Have you ever had rubbish printed about you in a paper or online?” He asked as he looked at her lifting an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I have,” Carter said, her eyebrows raising up. How typical of a white male - to assume he cornered the market of having people say unflattering things about him and that she wouldn’t be able to relate. She had more than her fair share of people being assholes about her. “This wasn’t serious. The people who did it are huge fans of Lea Michele and she even thought it was amusing. So, not sure where you’re going with this.” 

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mary-elizabeth-hart:

“Maybe that’s not my idea of a sense of humor.” Mary looked down the bridge of her nose and shook her head. She had a more dry sense of humor, dark in some aspects even. “Maybe I’m too biased against buzz feed to enjoy anything they do. My own personal boycott of all their content after how they did Saf.” Mary gave a shrug, “owning someone else’s content for life sounds like a journalist cult and I just- I guess I’m too much a snob to enjoy it.”

“Sense of humor? I didn’t realize you had one,” Carter replied, tight-lipped as she refrained from snapping further at the other brunette. She could always be counted on to ruin everything, even something as simple as an entertaining video. “Honestly, I don’t even know what that means. It’s just an easy way to waste time. I guess I’m not up to date enough on their inner workings,” she said, a raise of an eyebrow accompanying the words. “Sometimes that’s the way business work. John Galliano, for example. He tried to make a move to capitalize on the success of his name and now he doesn’t even on it anymore. Not that it’s ok, but that doesn’t make you a snob. It makes you unrealistic. It was their choice. I’m sure they signed the contracts allowing that to happen, or else they would’ve been able to take legal action by now.” 

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carolinecarmichael:

“Definitely but it’s way easier to pretend on social media and create an illusion.” For a split second Caroline felt like she was having a conversation with one of her fellow psych majors, which was a blessing because it has been a while since the last she has had a stimulating conversation with an individual. “Which is sad because beauty fades eventually, it’s not something you can rely on forever.” As shallow as she was, Caroline was raised as an intellectual – sure she appreciated finer things in life but she also knew she had to have other skills under her belt. 

“Oh, absolutely. Too easy. That’s why catfishing exists. The coupled with my maybe over the top automatic distrust in people is the reason why I have way too hard of a time with dating apps,” Carter said, letting out a laugh as she joked. Though the statement was very true, in a lot of ways. “No, it’s not. So in some ways that is sad, but in some ways....you might as well take advantage of it while you can, right?” she mused for a moment, her face scrunching up slightly as she spoke about it. Carter was all about capturing the moment - it’s why she was a photographer. She couldn’t blame people for living in it, at all. But it would definitely make a sad awakening for them later in life.

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Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

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melmoore:

“Okay, no, I get that,” she answered with a bit of a laugh. “Once you were ten minutes in, you were already one-fifth through the video, so you might as well buckle in at that point.” That really seemed to be the treacherous pull of the internet – one video and one article spiralling into the next until you were stuck watching full-blown documentaries at three in the morning. Melanie’s smile grew slightly, amused with the theory even if she couldn’t quite place a face to the actress mentioned. “That’s actually pretty smart, though, because what other career path would let you get away with being illiterate?” She raised a single shoulder, eyebrows lifting as well. “And locking in with one director to keep your secret makes sense, too. Which, I recognize his name. Ryan Murphy does a lot of television shows, right? All those American Horror and History ones.”

“Right? And they had me hooked enough I just had to know where they were going with it,” she said, unable to stop herself from letting out a little laugh, shaking her head at herself. Carter tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her head tipping to the side as she considered for a moment. “Honestly? Probably not many. Being an athlete, maybe? But yeah, they had a point. The way they set it up was actually plausible. Well, not really. But more plausible than you would’ve thought it would be, going into the video. And yeah. OJ and Versace and then American Horror Story, which personally, I’m very partial too.”