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Cecile Boulant French. Rich. Bitch.

[boston-gossip]

start the campaign for cecile to be mayor — Anonymous (@cecyboul )

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harlowrenolds:

Harlow threw the cloth she’d used to wipe down the bar in the sink before she moved around to the further patron at the end of the bar. “What do you want to drink?” She asked with a sly grin, eyeing the other over. “Don’t have all day.”

"Yes, alright” Cecile mumbled under her breath. Though quite the contrary, she decided to take her time, perusing the drinks list for as long as humanly possible. “I think I’ll have, er...” She lapsed into momentary silence caught with reading some sort of description. Though in all truth, she wanted to just waste her time a bit more. 

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violetteclare:

“You know your day has been incredibly uneventful when the best thing that’s happened so far is the laugh you got from listening to two teenage girls discuss what they should text boys while in a coffee shop. Truly pathetic.”

"And what did they decide to text?”

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isaiahkinney:

‘I’m really sorry, he usually never throws fits like this” he explained, gesturing to his screaming toddler and looking sheepish. 

"Yeah, it’s alright,” Cecile managed with a smile, screaming kids being her least favorite thing after sudden UTI’s and milk gone bad. At least she wasn’t trapped on a flight with the thing, could leave if she wanted. “Cute kid.”

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oscarfuxntes:

“… I wasn’t doing anything practical with the boys anyway.”

“I mean, I assume it would affect overall performance...unless you’re going celibate. It’s better. You can concentrate on your dancing.”

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mayaxwilliams:

“With that ass? Hah, good luck.” Maya scoffed, rolling her eyes. Seriously, some people desperately needed a reality check. “Yikes, that sounds so boring. Why do you even work? You don’t need money, you can easily spend you parents’ money – just like I do.” She shrugged. “You would make a pretty zombie though, I am just saying.”

“Because I want to open for Chanel and Thierry Mugler. I’m only walking five shows this season. That’s hardly anything.” She could very well not do any of it at all, thanks to her connections, still go to the shows and be papped and be a name in the fashion industry. But Cecile wanted Kate Moss or nothing. “Thanks babes, you wouldn’t make a bad one yourself.” She went for a second macaroon, though really she shouldn’t.

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andrewxmillfield:

“And they were feeding him mac and cheese just so he’d go quitely?” Andrew considered it for a second. “Well, it’s too late to worry about that I guess.”

“Precisely.”  Cecile shrugged. Shit happened in life. “This is why people should teach their kids not to talk to strangers. Or better yet, not have kids at all.”

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txt ✉ event organizer

Mila: Of course!

Mila: Call me at your earliest convenience

Cecile: Firstly, you know of the allotted budget for the event, yes?

Cecile: We can start at 50k and expand the budget as you see fit. I have no problems paying extra.

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nate-harris:

sarahbll:

“Wow Nate thank you! That was nice.” The red head shook her head at her friend. She knw he meant good though. “God, don’t be a drama queen, just order something else.” Sarah scoffed. “Cheers to my spinsterhood.”

“Well I know you’d much rather prefer a cum shot but sadly, they don’t serve it here.” Nate laughed. “Honestly, who doesn’t love tequila?” He asked and turned to Sarah. “Where do you find these people?” He asked, shaking his head, faking an expression of disbelief. “Cheers to a lonely vagina.”

Cecile shot Nate a dirty look. Then turned to the bartender. “Five whiskey shots, please. Dalmore.” She downed one along with theirs, the taste going down much finer than than a scorching one of tequila would have. “It’s his loss, honestly babe. He will realize it sooner rather than later.”

@sarahbll​

[boston-gossip]

cecy and maya are gay for each other — Anonymous (@cecyboul && @mayaxwilliams)

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elenaxmckenzie:

She laughed lightly, “This is not what anyone needs on a Monday if we’re being honest here.” Elena pushed some hair behind one ear and turned to look at the woman. “As long as the mask isn’t pink then I say go for it.”

"Something wrong with pink?”

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txt ✉ event organizer

Mila: Good morning! I would love to go over all the details for your event. Please meet me at my office downtown and I can discuss what I have for you.

Mila: My office is in Beacon Hill.

Cecile: I'm in Milan at the moment so sadly I can't be there.

Cecile: Would you be OK discussing deets over the phone? I'm back first week of March but I'd love to get a head start.

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nate-harris:

@sarahbll, @cecyboul

“Alright, hoes. We’re gonna drink until we make sure Sarah’s dumped ass feels better.” Nate snorted as he handed the girls tequila shots.

"What is this...Did you get tequila? Ugh, I hate tequila.”

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oliver-croft:

“I had no idea, I thought that sort of thing was exclusive to complete wankers at shitty cocktail bars. Never could I imagine somebody making what is arguably somewhat of a career out of it.”

“Well, that’s a very broad statement to make, to say that anyone who votes supports Trump is lacking in intelligence. Certainly, there’s no doubt that astronomical portions of Trump supporters are likely to have more fingers on one hand than IQ points but the same could be said for many populations. I don’t doubt that there are Trump supporters more intelligent than both you and I combined, likely Hilary supporters too and people who enjoy pineapple on pizza. Not everybody who makes a seemingly disagreeable choice is an idiot. - London, yes but I’ve been battling my way into the nation for months, I can now officially consider myself a Boston local.”

"Like I said, I know nothing of politics so I can’t engage in the debate. All I know is he looks like a talking orangutan, at least Hillary had some fashion sense.” She knew that all the unrest in the country currently was due to the elections, but on which side she stood herself, she wasn’t quite sure. She wasn’t even clued in on the politics back home, how could she keep up with America’s mess. “Battling your way? What’s there to battle?”

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xavierbroussard:

“No. But when I see someone interesting I tend to speak to them.”

"I hear that sort of thing works better on Tinder nowadays.” Cecile was unused to strangers approaching her, the combination of 5-inch heels, a fast stride, and a resting bitchface to rival any deterring them successfully most days. 

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oscarfuxntes:

“On a scale of castration to full on murder, how angry do you think my artistic director is gonna be when I show her this?”

"Light castration. Only the testicles get snipped.” 

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jaccb:

“Uh, I don’t know.” As the other steadied on her feet, Jacob turned, brown eyed gaze immediately dropping to the ground to survey the nearby area. “I didn’t see it drop, but it’s probably close. Don’t worry.” Whether or not it survived flying away from them was probably the real worry here. Taking a few steps away, it took a moment, but he spotted an overturned device on the paved path. “I’m hoping that this is it,” he started, quick to snag it from the ground. The screen looked smooth and crack-free as he offered it to the other.

Her heart finally started to quiet once she saw him holding a device in his hand. Sure, it was on insurance and she could probably get a replacement for it the next day, her Cloud had all her apps and messages and photos stored on it too, but regardless. Being phoneless for even a few hours was a terrifying prospect. “Oh gosh, thank you.” She clutched her phone like precious cargo, tighter now. “This is the second time you’ve rescued me today," she chuckled, “what are you, a guardian angel?”