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@clairemarlowes
is there anyone you're not fond of? what's your scandal girl?
“There are people around that I definitely could do without, but I’m not the type to really name drop them. But what’s my scandal? No, I avoid them for good reason.”
clevvre:
all dom is willing to offer in response is a disgusted scrunch to his nose and an active cold shoulder to her date, who he hastily leads her away from. “i was upset, and the grady in me jumped out,” he grimaces, revolted to admit it. playing with the ends of her hair, dom puts on an air of innocence. he’s hamming it up. “but i’m your best friend. and you look good enough to eat. so you’re gonna forgive me and maybe we’ll even watch mission horrible.”
“It’s okay, you’re allowed to be upset... and honestly, it could have been a lot worse, Dom,” she gave him a reassuring smile, not even bothered about him leading her away from her date. “Are you sure you’re my best friend, though? I’m not sure... I don’t think I could ever be friends with someone that trashes Mission: Impossible when they know how much it means to me...” her lips twitched up into a small smile. “How about we compromise? You watch Mission with me, then I forgive you.”
blundcrlust:
LIPS PURSED, TRISTAN GAVE HER A CONTEMPLATIVE LOOK but even if he tried to put every brain cell to work, there wasn’t a single argument he could pitch for her stay except ———— “ drama is bound to happen. there’s just too much potential. can’t you feel it in the air ? it’s the calm before the storm. ” and maybe, some of that potential of was her. tristan didn’t mean to play devil’s advocate but he had always been a promoter of free will. “regrets are for losers. always trust your gut —- take that one drink. and by doing something you think you’ll regret, you mean giving your date a piece of mind for abandoning you and causing a scene, right ? because yes, god, please. ”
Claire cocked her head to the side as she thought over his words. “That’s very true, but I’m sure I’d hear all about it even if I didn’t stay to see it, you know?” She took another sip of her drink, eyes moving around the crowd and skipping over her date as they did. “And while that does sound like an intriguing idea, I’m not really one for causing scenes or causing drama... by doing something I think I’ll regret, it was more talking to him privately and still managing to wreck shit.”
what's your goal?
“This question sounds so ominous, even though it’s probably not supposed to... but true happiness in my career and my personal life, I suppose. Happiness through the jobs I do and through the personal relationships I keep.”
smash or pass + dom
“Smash, obviously. There’s not even a choice.”
smash or pass: elon musk
“This is a bit of a strange one, but I’ll take it. Or rather, he can keep to himself. Pass.”
smash or pass brook
“That woman is gorgeous. I think I’d be considered crazy if I ever decided to pass on her. So smash.”
Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.
clevvre:
there’s hardly any effort to restrain his laugh directly at her date, head nodding along with her. it’s not long lasting, turns into scoff riddled with disbelief. “like what? mathematics? he’s a male model, claire. just a pretty face. bet he fucks like a blow up doll. that, or patrick bateman.” a marked sigh tears from him, pursing his lips down at her. “–guess it’s safe to say you’re still mad at me for the luxe busts thing, huh?”
Claire raised an eyebrow at him and cocked her head to the side. “I’m sure he’s great at mathematics, too, Dom, but I am speaking from experience, and while he’s mainly a pretty face, he’s not as bad as you seem to think he is in bed,” she said, completely nonchalantly– it’d only been a one night thing then, and she didn’t really intend for it to be more. She gave him a tight lipped smile after that, though. “Yeah, just a little bit. Mostly annoyed about your Bachelor accusation, but the luxe busts thing all the same.”
clevvre:
“because,” lydie lilts with a wink, clinking her glass against claire’s, “misery loves company.” it certainly is a pity party of two, she sighs heavily as hooded eyes cast over the grand room. “do you plan on redressing your date after another drink?” she wonders, amused gaze landing on the corner claire mentioned. “because i don’t think anybody would regret that.”
With a smile, Claire nodded in agreement at Lydie’s words. “I do believe you’re right. And what’s the fun in sulking alone when you can do it together?” Her words were teasing as she followed Lydie’s gaze over to her date. “I wish I could go back in time and suggest he wear something different. But he was so sweet about it when he sent me pictures to see if I liked it that I couldn’t tell him I hated it.”
“Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t ditch this event right now and head home to my couch...” Claire started, lifting her glass of champagne to her lips to take a sip. “I swear, my feet are killing me, my date has been talking to all of his friends in that corner for the past twenty five minutes and I’m one drink away from doing something I’ll surely regret... that and my couch sounds mighty comfortable.”
clevvre:
“i know i am,” he agrees, passing her a secret, sidelong wink. for no discernible reason dom’s surprised there’s really someone to point out. his lip curls on impulse. “you’re nice. if he were nice, he’d not have come in that.” a shake of his head disregards him, dom casts eyes back over claire, his smirk growing again. “more importantly, who are you leaving with?”
Claire mocked him with a gasp. “And you’re admitting it. Should I record that on my phone for evidence?” She grinned at him. “Shush, he is nice. He’s just... very reliant on the stylists who work at the shoots to make him look presentable. It appears he decided to dress himself tonight.” She tore her gaze away from him and back up to Dom, a smile crossing her face as she replied. “Um, likely it’ll be him. He might look like that on the outside, but he’s not so bad in other areas.”
dom.
frosted green gaze eventually finds the lineaments of her face, which is face squarely away from him. dom smirks to himself before leaning into her ear. “you look pretty,” he assures. “really.” wide hand reaches out to clasp her’s as he ushers her around the edge of the party. “so, which of the penguins have you come with?”
Completely expecting Dom to just give up on trying to save the conversation and to wander off to find someone else, she’s a little surprised to see that he actually tried. “Well thank you, but you’re still a dick,” she gave him a tight lipped smile, though she did appreciate the compliment. “You see that guy over there? White jacket, the uhh... red and white mask?” She almost cringed at the sight of it. “Him. We’ve worked together sometimes. He’s too nice to turn down.”
brooklyn.
brooklyn beamed, readjusting her dress. “i am aren’t i.” she looked back at claire gratefully, for once a small sense of kindness in her eyes. “you are,” she struggled to find the word, “adequate.”
“I’m not a liar at all, so yes, you most definitely are. And you look gorgeous tonight, too– that dress is beautiful,” she smiled, meaning every single word. Giving out compliments was something she was always happy to do– though she never expected any in return, so she appreciated Brooklyn’s attempt. “Adequate is good.”
brooklyn.
“what should i be worried about?” brooklyn said. “there’s nothing about myself that i’m ashamed of.” she hoped the lie sounded convincing enough that anyone with ears to listen wouldn’t go looking for skeletons in her closet.
Claire shrugged. “Everyone has something to worry about, even if you say you don’t,” she explained. “And of course not– I don’t think there’s anything about yourself to be ashamed of. You’re lovely, Brook.”
dom.
the sentiment is met with a scowl. “well, that’ll teach me to try and start a conversation with you. did you come just to get on my ass?” his eyes roll away and, despite the seething nature of the comment, the cold shoulder her turns on her reads as childish. “–your ass looks fat.”
Claire scoffed and shook her head, averting her gaze to anywhere in the room but him. “There you go again, being a dick. I’m trying to be nice, apologies for trying,” she muttered. “And thank you so much. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear tonight.”
