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mattkelly:
“Alright, the good news is, there is beer in the fridge.” Turning around after making the observation, Matt still clinging to the door with lips pressed, he withheld a sigh. “The bad news is, there’s only one left.”
Charlie peaked over his shoulder to look in the fridge, “Nah you can take it. I think I saw someone else had a bottle of something around here. All yours.”
theblueeyedbartender:
Gabe stood there behind the counter, cleaning a glass in his hand as he hummed to the rather melodious crooning of Frank Ocean, as the empty bar reverberated with the song of the singer. ‘And it’s all good, and it’s all free,’ was audibly heard clearly with the emptiness, as his lips curled into a smile, knowing that the song was more sex than bar atmosphere, though it could be a little bit of both. ‘And it’s all you, and it’s only me.’ the lyrics were pretty suitable to what Frank wanted to say: sex in the garden. The bartender chuckled to himself at the thought, as he went on dong his business while Frank Ocean kept him company.
Charlie had been walking past the bar on the street when she heard the music blasting. It seemed like an odd song to be playing at a place like this. It peaked her attention enough that she walked in. Her fake ID ready in her bag incase the bartender got curious. Watching him, she waited until the song was over. “Odd choice but I liked it.” she smiled
sxtray:
❛ are you telling every artist has a DIFFERENT version of reality? ❜ tucking a cushion between her knees, she folds her legs sitting onto the soft sheets so tidy just as everything else in the room. ❛ yes— but i so did not! it’s not my fault you’re such a light sleeper, i tried to be quiet… ❜ the last thing she wanted was to explain why she was returning so after midnight these days. ❛ i’m sure deep down they just want you to be HAPPY, charlie. look, my mom didn’t exactly embraced the idea of me modeling either, but… but i convinced her, after a lot… a looot of begging and insisting. ❜
“Every person has a difference version. We all see things different from each other. It’s not a bad thing.” she said, closing her notebook. “A light sleeper? You barged into the room like an elephant. No one could sleep through your stomping.” The smile on Charlie’s face faltered as they began talking about her parents. Opening up her notebook again she started sketching random things, trying to get out any frustration she had. “My parents are not your Mom Oli. She cares a lot more than they do. They want me to be happy but they want me to do something that looks good on the family. That might be more important.”
fllxwless:
❛ i mean … i COMPLETELY get it. if i had a daughter as pretty as you i’d be sending someone to look out for her, too. ❜ there’s a grin on his lips & a devilish look in his hazel eyes. ❛ yeah ? well, i know the FEELING. but that’s another story that you’ll probably read about in the papers, but anyway ... ❜ he clears his throat, taking a SIP from his drink. ❛ your dad ? no, just his daughter. ❜
“He thinks I’m studying right now, at least that’s what I told him when I was leaving. But I don’t really think he was listening anyways so, like I said I doubt he knows I’m gone” she laughed. That small moment when Finn said something that wasn’t a pickup line. Something about himself. It surprised Charlie enough that was she was caught off guard for his next comment, that she didn’t do well at hiding her blush. “I think you might have an easier job with my Dad.” she smiled.
newkydd-ontheblock:
Oh come on I was only gone a few weeks. No need to look like you’ve seen a ghost.
“A few weeks away from you seems like a lifetime.” she said pretending to be overdramatic. “So Mr. Skip-Town how was your escapade?”
xxanya:
“I can’t believe they want this for their centerpieces…I couldn’t afford a piece of it let alone 12 of them” Anastasia spoke more to herself as she admired the artwork she was asked to purchase.
“They are very beautiful I could see why they would want them.” Charlie smiled. “The light and the color balance very nicely. Though to me they look a bit grim for a centerpiece.”
romeodelacroix:
“ you’re supposed to actually swim when you visit the pool , you know so why are you just sitting there ? ” he rested his elbows on the cool tile , propping himself up && studying the other with a critical eye as droplets fell from his platinum hair.
“The water feels cold.” Charlie said as she sat at the pool’s edge, her feet dangling in the water. “Aren’t you freezing?” she asked.
marniewhy:
“ I didn’t plan to have a hangover in the middle of the week, but it happened. Can you please stop talking so damn loud? ”
“All I said was hello.” Charlie laughed. “But I will try to say it quieter next time then.”
piper-reeves:
“I’m pretty sure I can put makeup on corpses better than I can put makeup on myself, which is kind of hilarious, don’t you think?” the Englishwoman inquired out loud as she looked into the compact mirror she currently held.
Charlie was stunned into silence, unsure what she should say back to her. No idea if the woman was crazy or there was some reason she was talking about dead bodies to a stranger. “Isn’t it easier to put makeup on other people?”
psydmaeve:
spending more time with her daughter is the last thing maeve wants, but given the public venue she can’t exactly shy away from charlotte. sighing heavily, she finishes the last dregs over her glass and stands, tall and elegant. “ i don’t suppose you know if your father is home yet? ” she begins walking purposefully — without waiting for her daughter to follow — her movements smooth and practiced. one drink would have hardly made her drunk. “ or is he still attending one of his conferences? ” maeve may not be drunk, but she’s exhausted enough to let her meaning sit heavy on the word.
Charlie wasn’t surprised to see her mother pretty much blow right past her. She’d gotten way too used to it over the years that it would have seemed odd if her mother patiently waited for her to join. Instead Charlie moved to keep up with her mother’s stride. “No, not yet. He has meetings at night a lot of the time.” she said. Charlie wasn’t naive enough to miss the intension her mother was putting on the words. “He’s busy. I think his business is starting up a new partner. I’m sure he will be back later.”
fllxwless:
❛ i’m sure he WON’T — unless he has people spying on you. ❜ it’s a tease — naturally. however his eyes drift to his security guards who are scanning the area in DEEP scrutiny. ❛ oh, please. if anything i’d like to avoid your dad. if he HEARD of some of the things i’ve done, i mean — sheesh. ❜
“People spying on me?” she said with a laugh. “Sounds like someone is paranoid. My Dad has better things to do than to send people spying on me at parties. I doubt he even knows I’m gone.” she shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “You know, you’re talking an awful a lot about my Dad. Sounds to me like you’ve got the hots for him.”
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sdelafontaine:
elbows rest against the balcony, relishing on the night breeze as stands at her side. what did he have, but SPARE time, after all? traveling used to distress him. ❛ vous avez amélioré votre français, tubsy. ❜ endearment & compliments were often VEILED in malice, but this sounds genuine, almost as if screened before slipping past his lips & being shaped into something akin to regret. ❛ we can’t ALWAYS do what our parents desire, yes? father is a tiny little man; politician. i’d sooner be décapité. —speaking of which, where is cher william, is he not your escorte for the evening? ❜
Charlie was trying to capture what the view from the balcony looked like. She didn’t have any proper supplies with her. Nothing to capture the color that was out there. Looking up from her paper, she gave a proud smile. “Je vous remercie.” she said. “I’ve been practicing. I’m sure Dad’s happy I’m doing something else besides drawing all the time.” she said. “When I am still living with them it is hard not to do what they want. And he should be here soon, he told me to meet him here. But i am not surprised he is late.”
nik0e:
“But then how are you supposed to capture my good side? Which for the record, is the back of my head where you can’t see my face,” Niko chuckled, teasing a little as he tried to not let himself look too forced as he tried to watch the girl. Charlie was good at what she did, there was no doubt about it. Hell it was the reason he took an interest in being friends with someone her age in the first place.
Charlie let out a large laugh before she continued on with her drawing. “That’s where you’re wrong Niko. Every side is your good side.” she told him. She finished the last few strokes before turning it around for him to see. She had managed to capture him right as he was leaning back on the bench. His head tilted back slightly, so the light caught him. His expression gave nothing away as to her drawing him, just a moment in complete bliss. “Not too bad for doing it quick.” She said as she brushed a lock of red hair from her face, not realizing she’d gotten a smudge of charcoal on her cheek.
sxtray:
❛ how about a STATUE? i know just where to find one— much more musistic than me. ❜ giving up her POISE she hops forward, pale hands squeezing her friend’s shoulder for attention & a mischievous grin on her lips. ❛ you’re always cute! actually— if i were you i’d just DRAW myself. all the time. i bet you’re gonna get some pretty fantastic college choices. ❜
“Statue is nowhere near as good as drawing a real thing. Then I’m looking at another artists interpretation of something real instead of just looking at it myself. It would throw the whole thing off.” she had said, half in mumbles as she stared at her paper. Only when Oli gave her shoulder a s squeeze did she look up. She was lucky that Oli knew how she got when she was drawing and how you had to get her attention back. “All the time? Even at 3 am that time when you woke me up? Was I cute then?” she laughed. “And I don’t know about college. Do you really think my parents are going to let me go to an Art school?”
❛ won’t daddy be MAD at you for coming here ? ❜
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“My Dad won’t know I’m here.” Charlie said looking around at the party. “I don’t really expect anyone to go telling on me. Unless you’re fond of having chats with my Dad? Something I should know about?” she asked, pouring herself a drink.
