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sin-tentional​:

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 & @cremedelvcrime​

she comes in unannounced, barging in, and after nearly thirteen years of not seeing that sissy of hers, she should be explaining herself. and yet, the Russian acrobatist, Ivan comes in lugging a trunk of gifts for her– “So I read on twitter my favorite little sissy is throwing a movie marathon and forgot to invite me.” she purses her lips, “I expected this behavior from Josie, but I’ll let it slide this one time.” she waves her finger, and flourishes it with a point to the trunk, which, Ivan’s opened before he exists the apartment briskly. “So I’ve brought Kill Bill Volumes 1 & 2, to watch, just as we always used to.” she takes a seat, of course, in one of the pink couch cushions of the apartment. “I’ll braid your hair like we used to–– how grandma Pattie taught us, if you tell me about the boys you’ve been torturing.” she’s always had a suspicion Dollie, however, played for her team– perhaps she’ll find out more over the course of the night. “And don’t ask how I know where you live, Lottie always knows.” 

— Dollie had just finished picking bottles and jars from the assortment of skincare products set out in front of her when Lottie made her grand entrance into the apartment. Assuming it had just been Rosie coming in after a long day, Dollie hadn’t thought to look up to see who’d let themselves in until she’d heard her older sisters voice for the first time in years. It all turns into a blur when it really settles in, one moment she’d been sitting on the floor, the next she was throwing herself into her big sisters arms and burying her face into the crook of Lottie’s neck, just as she had when she was a little girl. She’d barely even noticed the Russian man carrying the luggage, and the tears are already spilling down her cheeks before she can even process any of what Lottie had been saying.

“I can’t believe you’re, like, here?!” she exclaims, hugging her sister tighter, “This doesn’t even feel real...” Another sniffle escapes the youngest Alimjan, and as she pulls back she realizes that facemask she’d put on previously was getting all over Lottie's hair. “Oh god, I’m getting this all over you-...I mean, it’s like, all natural, so maybe we can just pretend it doubles as a hair mask?” A tiny giggle escapes her before she pulls her sister back in one more time, her voice coming out softer and quieter than before, just barely above a whisper.

“I really missed you..”

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ofghasts​:

     @cremedelvcrime​ || Josie & Dollie - Dinner on March 16th

     She was the first to arrive, as always, one leg crossed daintily over the other as she perused the menu carefully, sipping a glass of room temperature water (she loathed ice water with a deep passion). She was pondering whether she wanted to go with something familiar for her choice of dinner that evening, or perhaps be adventurous and try something new. The arrival  of her youngest sister, however, pulled her from that reverie and she smiled at the young girl, folding the menu and placing it down on the table now that she had a conversation partner.      “Good evening Dollie, did you have a good day?” she places her glass down and rearranges herself in her seat so as to be more comfortable “we’re the first ones to arrive, as usual, do you want to place a wager on who will be last?” a playful wrinkle of her nose at their common banter that they always had whenever all the sisters got together for dinner “I’ll place my money on Charlotte.” A wave of her hand to get the waiters attention to get her sister a drink and her attention is again, solely on the youngest Alimjan as they begin their sisterly evening.

— She arrived fashionably late with her phone buzzing in her hand and shopping bags decorating her arms, like a true Alimjan sister (with Josie being the exception). Pushing all of her bags into the booth beside her, Dollie settles in comfortably across from her sister and sets her phone screen-down on the table. A habit formed at the request of her therapist, she’d been hard at work practicing being more “in the moment” when it came to real life. Though her online persona meant everything to her, so did the little moments she had with her sisters, the followers and subscribers could wait their turn. 

“Ugh, girl, don’t even get me started,” the younger sister groans and runs her hands down her cheeks, an exasperated sigh escaping her, “Like, way too busy, even for someone like me who enjoys being all over the place. I spent like, an hour in the hardware store trying to pick the right paint for my office. They didn’t even have millennial pink on hand, like, what kind of paint store doesn’t have pink?” In a true Dollie fashion, the words came pouring out like she was speaking to her own personal diary, only stopping her rambles to order a grapefruit La Croix from the waiter. “-and then the cashier had the audacity to act like my card declining was my fault and not their stupid, prehistoric machines? I swear, Josie, I’m going to catch a charge one day and you’re going to have to bail me out.”

Once her drink arrives, Dollie takes her time unraveling her straw and pops it right inside the can of her drink, taking a long sip before finally replying. “Oh come on, do we even need to take a bet on something like that? It’s definitely Lottie.” 

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misanthrxpicgenivs​:

[ baby shower event. ] // @cremedelvcrime​

The pink monstrosity had been burning holes into his soul ever since it had parked ass there for the evening.

He was, of course, referring to the pink golf cart he’d been staring down, blocking his path to the brigadeiro that he and Micah had baked for desserts, and had been enticing him the greater part of the afternoon. The problem was that at his pipsqueak size, he wasn’t boasting credence in the muscle department for pushing cars, and he hadn’t a clue where the businessperson himself had vanished to with the golf cart’s keys. So, when he heard someone addressing him with a familiar, slightly twisted Jersey accent, Atticus immediately hatched a lightbulb over his head. 

“Dollie, bonsoir, how are you?” the redhead greeted politely, turning to face her and gesturing vaguely in the direction of the lone crusader that was the golf cart, “You’re quite small, and spindly. You could climb over the hood of this and retrieve that plate without breaking anything, couldn’t you?” Considering the wall of the trailer was on the opposite side of the outdoor barbecue, squeezing around was not an option. The tattooist cusped his hands together, ducking his head. “I would be eternally grateful, I think Micah would fall everywhere and I’m a bit tall to be scaling… this thing.” Flicking the hood of the cart, he rolled his eyes. “S'il vous plaît.”

— In a true Alimjan fashion, Dollie made her grand entrance to the shower only slightly fashionably late, with her arms full of fluffed up and extravagant gift bags for the hosts. Little congratulatory notes written in a glittery pink ink hung on display from the sides of the bags as she set them on the gift table; it didn’t take a genius to see that the podcast co-host enjoyed a little bit of bravado. Once she’d felt content with her flashy little show, she’d settled the gift bags onto the table with all of the others and turned her attention to the rest of the party. She’d made her way through the small crowd of people upon spotting her first familiar face, although the Alimjan wouldn’t deny that the big, pretty pink contraption behind him had drawn her in.

She gives a teeny, polite air-kiss to greet Atticus, her eyes remaining locked on the machine he gestured towards. “You mean to tell me this isn’t like, yours? I’m disappointed, I would have offered to buy it from you.” she asks and shakes her head, and gives a teasing little tut. She takes a few steps back to take in the situation as he gave all of the details, assessing where possible. “You’re....like...serious?” she blinks in his direction and sucks in a deep breath, “Ugh, fine, but you have to hold my purse, deal?” 

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gentlemxnthief​:

— “If not for money, then what’s all the digging into my life for? Are you just obsessed with me?” he replied. Gilbert rested his elbows on the table, cradling his chin in his hands in a mockery of innocent inquiry. His small smile grew and the corners of his lips curled into devilish points. The insult bounced off him as though it were nothing. Taking his index finger, he pushed the tip of his nose up like a snout. “Oink, oink,” he teased. 

Even if he ended up paying for his delight in it, watching the podcaster’s grip tighten amused him. There’d always been that impish, troublemaking side to him underneath the golden boy mask, and he never ceased to get a kick out of successfully getting on someone’s nerves.  “I’m not doing bad at all for only a few weeks of study,” he said. “Sure, I’ll admit that I have to brush up on my pronunciation. But put aside your hatred of me and just admit it: I’m the best student you’ve ever had.”

— “ Obsessed? With you? That might be, like, the best joke you’ve told all day. ” she paused, knuckles going white from the grip on her handbag, “Maybe it’s like, too much to ask, but could you stop whipping your ego around like a dick for five minutes? Let’s get the record straight, I agreed to this because I’m doing research on Beatrix, since you seem to have a habit of getting preoccupied with yourself.” Dollie straightens her back, lifts her chin, and in a show of strength, releases the grip on her bag and clasps both hands together on top of the table. “Now, moving on-...” Despite her valiant efforts in keeping her composure, the youngest Alimjan felt absolutely sure that men like this were the leading cause of high blood pressure in the world. 

“A good student is one that knows when it’s best to shut up and learn, I don’t think you’re there yet, Gladstone.” Taking another teeny sip from her glass, Dollie counts backwards in the back of her head to center herself. "My time is precious and if you don’t have any plans on like, contributing to your end of things, tell me now so I can call my Uber...If you do, I’m not opposed to keeping things completely anonymous. Like, it’s not my job to ruin lives, I’m just here to give the people what they want.” 

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♡ daydreambelievcr​:

[ @salemstart​, amtrak station, afternoon, cap: 0/6 ]

Leaning back against a nearby column and waiting for the next train to Boston, Teddy had no real idea of what he would do once he got into the city. Maybe it was a side effect of his sheltered upbringing, but ever since his college days, the reporter found that he enjoyed the act of wandering aimlessly, content to go wherever he felt so inclined. With his last few stories turned in and nothing new to report on, he didn’t have much else on the docket for the rest of the day, and he wasn’t too fond of the idea of wasting time in his motel room, so he figured a trip to the nearest metropolis would be an interesting enough way to spend the afternoon. 

Glancing down at the ground in front of him, he noticed a discarded wallet near the closest trash can. Swiftly picking it up, he tapped on the shoulder of the person in front of him. “Excuse me, is this yours?” he asked. It had only belatedly occurred to him to check the wallet for identification, but judging by the lack of people at the station, he didn’t think it would be too difficult to find the wallet’s owner by simply asking around.

— Pink heels clicked loudly against the concrete floor as Dollie darted from one train to the next after she’d almost taken the wrong train.. After quite the mix-up, the socialite had nearly ended up on long trip to Springfield rather than Boston, and with minimal time to spare, she’d been rushing through the lines to try and make it in time for the correct train. She came to a quick stumbling halt when she got to her train, almost falling forward from the momentum, and watched as it disappeared down the tracks without her. Letting out a long and frustrated groan, Dollie crumbled up her ticket and stuffed it deep into the trenches of her handbag. 

Despite her usually workaholic approach, the events of the day had proven to be too much, and Dollie was considering giving up on her investigation entirely when she’d felt the tap on her shoulder and turned around. “No, I don’t know when the next train is coming-” Her own words are cut off at a glimpse of her wallet, the pink sparkles and embroidered “Dollie” on the back made it all too easy to. “Wait-, oh my gosh-...did you just find this? You’re a life saver!” 

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gentlemxnthief​:

gilbert & dollie; the lumpy pumpkin || @cremedelvcrime

— “No, I’m not telling you what to do with your blog posts,” he sighed. “All I’m saying is that if this is a scheme for extortion money, it’s not going to work. I can’t touch my funds while the FBI is breathing down my neck. If there’s one thing on the planet I fear, it’s getting caught fucking around with taxes.” His pronunciation is still heavily inflected with his American roots. For only a handful of weeks of lessons, however, he’d still picked up the grammar and vocabulary nuances of Mandarin at a quick pace. He made for a clever pupil, albeit one who squandered his bright mind on a narrow, crime-ridden life that always lead to a pair of handcuffs. 

It was that very same life that’d intrigued Dollie in the first place. 

Gilbert was notoriously tight-lipped about his escapades, turning down media interviews and redirecting journalists to his lawyers. He knew that the pigtailed podcaster went feral for the chance to be the investigator that finally got the great Gilbert Gladstone to crack. “I can’t…what’s the word for when you give someone money to have them not do something?” he said. Idly, he glanced down at the fresh manicure Dollie had roped him into getting. “I can’t pay you to not post about Beatrix.” 

— "Are you seriously going to go there with me? In a weird American hybrid version of my mother language? Oh honey-” Fresh manicured fingers inch closer and closer to her Kate Spade, an urge to take her bag straight to his giant forehead flashes behind her eyes. She could picture it so vividly, a pretty little designer dent smack-dab right between his eyes. Though it was true that Dollie enjoyed bullying the man, in this instance, she felt that she had a very valid reason for her anger. Still, common sense had already started kicking in just as her fingers laced tightly around the faux-leather handle of her handbag. Releasing her grip, she takes in a breath, adjusts her posture, and lifts her chin. 

Deep breath, Dollie. You don’t need another almost case, Josie would lose it. 

“Alright, Gladstone, we’re going to get one thing straight,” she jeered and held a finger up, “I don’t know what weird misogynistic world you’re living in, but I can make my own money, and I don’t want or need your bribes or your hush money.” Several heads turned to peek at the two as Dollie raised her voice, a true copy of her grandmothers hellfire. She leans back in her seat finally, resting her hands on her lap as she calms her tone. “Now, maybe if you fix your weird accent and ask me politely instead of acting like a male-chauvinistic pig, I might consider what you’re asking.” 

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dollie, assumption; you've never been in love before

“Like, in love love? I’ve never had the urge to spend the rest of my life with anybody before, no. I’ve never like, really thought about those things seriously until recently. I don’t think love is that black-and-white though, I don’t like, think you can only be in love romantically? I have friends that I love more than anything in the world, and not that you asked, but that’s no different if you ask me.” 

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describe the last time you got drunk?

"Horrible, wretched, disgusting, and above all? Humiliating. I wasted too many tears on people who didn’t deserve them on New Years Eve, and like, I do not plan on doing that again.” 

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all the sisters // ∗ 21﹕ a text to a group chat .

✉  → (✨ the alimgiance ✨): okay, seriously? 

✉  → (✨ the alimgiance ✨): which one of you guys “borrowed” my tom ford lipstick and didn’t return it? 

✉  → (✨ the alimgiance ✨): josie, can i sue for this? 

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Does somebody love you?

“That, like, depends on what you mean by love? I have plenty of people who say they love me, Instagram followers, YouTube subscribers, people who say they love Micah and I on the podcast, but that’s like, a surface level fan-love. I have my sisters though, and even if they’re annoying, I can’t imagine a world where we don’t like, all love each other.” 

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haech4ns​:

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rosie alimjan:

“Well I don’t know!!” Rosie heaves back, certain that if they were to call Dad, he would certainly lend a helping hand to get them out of whatever contract they’d signed into. Josie, probably, could get behind them and threaten to sue for housing pests in a building. ( That had to be, like, illegal, right? ) “Think about all the ones we don’t see, ugh – ew ew ew!!” Her feet tap on the ground and she covers her face with the thought. “Think of something quick, I don’t want to meet any of its friends,”

Because where there was one bug, surely more would be trailing behind it? Or had already arrived beforehand. Rosie releases her face in favor of rubbing nonexistent bugs away from her arms. Despite the sick feeling in her stomach, she follows through Dollie’s directions and grabs as many towels that she can hold. “Who do you want to call? J…John? Joseph? Jane?” She recalls his rattling breath from Josie’s front desk and the distant look in his eyes. “Sure. Okay. He probably has more of an idea than me. Let me get my phone –”

—”Oh my god Rosie, don’t even make me think about that!” Dollie groans, thinking of everything and anything to keep the idea of having more of those little pests hiding in her sacred space...and yet, the images of tiny creepy bugs crawling all over her belongings only lingered further in her mind. After the two had stuffed (more) than enough towels under the opening of the door, Dollie picks herself up off of the ground and promptly pulls her sister up with her by her hand. “I think I last saw your phone in the kitchen-” She tugs Rosie with her out of the hall and into the kitchen and takes a seat at the table, little beads of nervous sweat already forming at the hairline of her picture-perfect ponytail (a copy from one of Dottie’s premier looks).

She hadn’t let go of her sisters hand once, holding it for a sense of familiar security during such a tragic experience. “Okay, let’s just like, calm down and take a breath-” Breathing in through the nose and exhaling slowly out from the mouth, she mimicked what all the self-soothing videos on YouTube had taught her, “Let’s be rational, it’s a work-day, and like, I think Josie might actually kill us if we steal her new boy toy...I think-...I think we might have to take this one on together, Rosie.” 

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johcnna​:

location: a local park

delivery to: anyone. @salemstart

cap: ( 0 / 5 )

johanna prided herself on her care of those around her. given the work she did, this likely shouldn’t have surprised anyone who knew her even a bit. and rather naturally, this love of others extended to all the creatures in her life — her two puppies especially. and yes, they would always be puppies no matter what age they were pushing, thank you very much.

today’s outing was in fact a show of that dedication, that care and that love as she walked them along the park for some needed exercise and fresh air just mere blocks away from her humble complex. they often got antsy if they weren’t chauffeured about at least once every week or so, and while thankfully she had a primo sitter in the form of todd to take on this task for her typically, johanna wanted to do it herself today given she had, what seemed, a rare moment of free time and both her darling animals had vet appointments earlier on the day. what better way to reward them? other than with hugs and kisses, of which she’d only just been in the middle of finishing up on when the littlest of her dogs, periwinkle, decided to sprint off and ‘attack’ the nearest 'invader’ of 'their’ space with affection. peri was a people person, after all. mostly.

“oh, goodness! oh peri, you silly thing.” johanna rushes behind the escapee of a mutt, scooping him up into her arms in an effort to remove him from the other individual in question, comfortable enough to leave hobbs on her own for just a moment or so more. “i’m so very sorry. he’s ridiculously friendly.” her eyes glance over the figure, examining their form for any marks of injury or fearfulness in their features. or really anything that gave cause for immediate alarm. “are you quite alright? he didn’t tackle you too terribly, i hope?” her use of the term tackle was meant to be interpreted very loosely, of course. the cavalier king was only but so big, frankly.

— “Can you guys like, stop asking me about my sisters love lives?” Dollie groaned, rolling her eyes at the stream of needy comments filling up the screen of her phone. The socialite had made it a habit of streaming on Instagram live whenever she got the chance; whether that meant when she was doing her makeup in the morning, taking it off at night, or even just traveling across town. She enjoyed it, and sure, being a public figure meant invasive questions, but what the heck? If you asked her, she had a right to be frustrated when near every comment had nothing to do with her, but her sisters instead. “Seriously, they have their own accounts, go ask them instead of wasting my time!” Acrylic nails tapped at her screen in emphasis, “You guys are like, so boring — wait, what the hell? Woah-!”

Whatever frustrated rant Dollie had planned had flown out the window as soon as she caught sight of the blur running towards her. With barely any time to react, the familiar king charles spaniel had already barreled into her short legs and caused her to stumble back, taking a few steps to avoid falling on her butt. Some time in between, her phone had slipped from her fingers and landed screen-up in the grass, her viewer already flooding the comments with reactions from the incident. She didn’t even want to think about the screen recordings.

After huffing a little bit to catch her breath, Dollie turns to face her neighbor. “Johanna? Oh, girl, don’t even worry about it!” she waved a hand dismissively, reaching down to pick up her phone, “He just like, took me by surprise, I was streaming to my followers and didn’t even see the little king coming!” If this had been a cartoon, you’d have seen a little lightbulb pop up above her head. “Oh my gosh, can I show him off on my stream? My followers like, love puppies!” 

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devilsprxphct​:

———

“That bad, huh? You’re a lightweight, though. You’d have to start with somethin’ small and not too sharp. But nothin’ like a fuckin’ Long Island Tea, you’d be on your ass.” He smirked, although sympathy was underlying it. “It sounds like your sisters kind of went fuckin’ overkill on New Year’s.” He wouldn’t know, he’d left in a hurry and woken up in, literally, the wrong house. Cyrek’s own embarrassment surrounding the evening was largely encompassing the fact that he’d left his pregnant wife to her own devices. “I could recommend you somethin’ that doesn’t sound like alcohol and isn’t that strong,” the punk offered, pausing when she latched onto his hand. 

The attention of his eyes automatically was drawn to it, a glossy film coating over his eyes and clouding pupils when he stared at the sterling silver of her rings. Flickering them away was laborious, blinking a few times at the bartop to disperse the blinding cataracts. “If you’re sure…” He looked uncertainly to the side, assuring himself that there weren’t any other patrons awaiting his attention besides the cocked-up order for table five, and retrieved a stool from underneath the counter. Sinking down onto it, his six-foot-two frame still towered over the counter, planting his palm face-down and the other restlessly pushing on one side of the studs double-laced through his eyebrow. The cheap zinc alternative was burgeoning on breaking again, no doubt. “It hasn’t been this fuckin’ busy in a while,” he admitted, running his fingers through long hair, some of its curl snapping back with the action, “How was your date, chica?”

— “You don’t even know the half of it.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head, as if it could shake away discomfort from the memory. She waves her hand to dismiss the idea of a drink, and the green tint eases its way from her skin. As the lump in her throat went away, she could only shake her head and lean in to whisper. “I have videos in my phone, like, right now, of things I don’t even remember doing or saying, Cy.” A little shudder trickled down her back as she sits back in her seat and catches a glimpse of her friends clouded pupils. Okay, um, weird. Releasing his hand, Dollie simply observed as him as he hesitantly settled into the seat beside her. 

Despite the loquacious and superficial exterior, Dollie was very observant. She had to be, especially when her line of work required an extensive ability in noticing the little things the average person would miss. Not that she’d thought Cy had anything to be suspicious about, but observing had become a helpful habit she had no plans to kick. A polite, friendly smile remains painted on her face as her eyes do the work. “Of course I’m sure, silly!” she exclaims, clapping her hands and lacing her fingers together, “Everyone is dying to see the people under the masks, but like, between you and me, I haven’t really been paying that much attention.” A soft giggle escapes her, and she shifts her weight so she’s leaning forward with her arms resting on the tabletop. 

Date.

The word catches her off guard, leaves a strange, heavy feeling of uncertainty in her stomach. The painted smile falters and shifts into something of a half smile, and her eyes drop down to her hands, suddenly aware that she’d began picking at the polish on her nails. Though she’d agreed to the idea, a small part inside of her had been working in overdrive to convince her it had been completely platonic. Was that what she wanted? “Oh, you mean when I hung out with Maisy?” she asked, making an attempt to sound nonchalant, “I think we had fun! She really seems like such a sweet girl, it was like, super nice of you to introduce us!” 

Everything felt so confusing.

[cremedelvcrime]

𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥.

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sin-tentional​:

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 & cremedelvcrime​:

“Dollene, dollene, dollene, DOLLENE~~~” he serenades her, pulling her into a quick sway, and spinning her promptly. the aim is to make her look like a ballerina on her toes, though, he admits, in a shameless whisper, “It’s the drink.” speaking of, his rum and coke is spilling at it’s rim~ his straw gone! what was he going to wrap his lips around now? where was Renato Luna, when he needed him ! he pauses for a moment, “You know Bird Guy did sound pretty hot. The melancholy and blues tingled my heart just a bit– maybe I should switch my vote.” he pauses momentarily, “Don’t tell Ren I said he sounded hot. I don’t need him to try and serenade me tonight.” or… maybe he did–

“So this little number,” he shows off his Pepsi shirt, though, in all honesty, Pepsi was the worst beverage and a CHEAP alternative. he likes it more for the irony, of course. “I got from Goodwill, and it was only 4 dollhairs, which was,” yes he does the epitome of the  🤌🏼 🔥  motion, “Lit if you ask me.” he shimmies his shoulders. “But Doll’s, why’s your phone buzzing so hard. Who the heck is blowing you up? Should I answer it and tell them to heck off.” 

— Another round of giggles escape the Alimjan, tresses of umber fall from behind her ears and frame her face. She dances to the intermission music in her seat, shoulders swaying with the beat to an unfamiliar song. Taking a sip from her drink and grinning with the straw still between her teeth, she can’t help but smile. Of all the things she’d liked, hearing her own name was high up on her list. A Capricorn from birth mixed with all that Leo in Mars, you wouldn’t be off if you said she had a little bit of an ego. “Oh, come on, don’t tell me he’s the jealous type?” she rolls her eyes, not an ounce of seriousness in her voice as she boops her friends nose from across the table. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, your secret is safe with me!~” 

At the mention of her phone, Dollie groans and slumps back in her seat a little bit. “It’s not anything fun,” she says, rubbing her face in exasperation, “It’s just, like, people blowing up on Instagram? I don’t even get it, like, I posted a few selfies from tonight and it’s been popping off, like, way more than usual?” What the Alimjan didn’t see, as her phone buzzed away face down, was comment after comment about spotting one of the towns missing people in the background crowd of one of her photos. 

In a spurt of bravery, Dollie tugs at her bottom lip between her teeth and pushes her phone across the table towards Todd. “My therapist says I spend too much time on work, could you like, keep this out of my sight for the night? Pretty please? I’ll love you forever!” 

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sin-tentional​:

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 & @salemstart​ ;; THE MASKED SINGER EVENT– [ CAP 0/4 ]

“So, I dunno about you, but I’m definitely voting for Mr. Unicorn.” of course, Todd’s a regular. and he comes to hang out when he has money and time to spare. sometimes he doesn’t have money, let’s be real– and has to rely on his charms to snipe free drinks from others, not only for himself but for his forever date Renato Luna. ( he doesn’t want his boyfriend to know just how broke he is. ) but he has been a regular since he’s moved into town the past two months. he loves the coffin club, the music, the vibes, the chance to dress up. tonight he’s got fishnets under his pants ( which he may or may not have borrowed from Gabs without her permission ), and the pepsi crop top  he’s, no doubt, thrifted. but he’s not looking for free drinks today, he wants opinions. the straw at his lips sways with the lingerings of rum and coke. he’s not set on his vote yet, but he thinks he is, “I could feel the soul in their song. Sure it wasn’t technically good, and I could sense some anxiety in their voice, but it really resonated with me. I think they should try out for the voice. What do you think?”

— “Is that you talking, or the drink?” Dollie asked with a giggle, twirling her own straw around in her sparkling blueberry lemonade as she leaned back against the booth. The performer had just finished their song, though the socialite wasn’t quite sure it impressed her the same way it had her friend. “Not that he was all that bad or anything,” she clarified, “I just, like, wasn’t wooed by it? That bird guy had a pretty cute voice though, don’t you think?” Okay, maybe she hadn’t been giving the performances as much attention as she’d have liked, but if you’d asked, Dollie would have argued that the “grind never stops”. 

Her phone lay face down on the table, silent, but buzzing away with notifications from her social media after she’d posted about the events of the night. Instagram, Twitter, anything you could name, the likes and comments popped off all throughout the evening. In an effort to distract herself from her twitching fingers, inching closer and closer to the little computer beside her, she reached out for her friends hand and pulled him in close. “Who cares about all that though,” he began, a little smirk on her lips as she eye’d Todd up and down, “I can’t believe you still haven’t told me where you got that shirt, like, what kind of friend even ARE you?”