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genevieve bisset. 27 alejandra ruiz. 33 callum james. 35 layla jimenez. 23 rowan faust. 33

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xjameson-robertsx​:

Jameson nodded at the bartender as he handed him his debit card and opened up a tab. “Old man? Ouch, sweetheart! You wound me,” he smiled when she did, admiring her beauty and just enjoying her company. “I can tell you take pride in your performance. It really shows.” 

He smirked. When the bartender served up their drinks, he took his and raised it to hers. “To many more beautiful performances to come.” He smirked, clinking his glass with hers and taking a sip. “How many nights a week do you perform?”

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Shaking her head, "I'm really bad at the jokes, so if I see one, I gotta take it." Shrugging at him, "thank you, I always appreciate the compliments!" She did take pride in her work and it was her biggest passion in life and it was the one thing that kept her going other than her chosen family. She loved it so much and if it gave other people joy, she loved it even more.

"Thank you." She mirrored his actions as she shrugged, "It usually depends on the week. Sometimes I cover for others. Sometimes I work more days. It's a pretty good gig and super flexible." Sipping her drink, "usually Friday and Saturday though."

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juliafaust​:

Julia smiled, warmly, when she looked over to see none other than Genevieve there to order herself a coffee. “Oooh, that sounds so good, Gen. I think I’ll have one too. Pain au chocolat.” Julia giggled, trying her best French accent. “I’m glad to run into you here. How are things? I bet you’re so busy with tax season, but I know you’re killing it. I understand the extra shot though, we’re all struggling to just stay awake long enough to get our jobs done. Chaotic time of the year, isn’t it?” She laughed. “Thank you, thank you so much. I think we’re going to have a little dinner, friends and family, and I’d love for you to come, Gen. Any chance to run into such a pretty and elegant French face and I’m there.” She smiled, nodding. “Oh, yeah? How long ago if you don’t mind me asking? Where did you go to school? In France?” 

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Genevieve grinned at her butchered French, but didn't point it out. At least she tried not to butcher the language. "There's are the best." She grinned with a nod, "I mean, being an accountant is mind blowing." She teased her with a joke, "but I am busy because of everything going on. It's a good thing. Nothing worse than being bored with the means to do whatever I want." If she wasn't occupied, she could cause trouble and it was best if she stayed out of it. "Yeah, let's just hope we make it in one piece and I would love to join for your graduation." She saw the waitress bringing over her pastry and her smile widened as she nodded excitedly. The way to her heart was through pastries, whether that was savory or sweet. "Sorbonne," she smiled, "I majored in accounting, but my minor was art. I mean, honestly I prefer art, but just in case my family lost all their money, I wanted a backup." She joked, shaking her head, "it really feels like forever ago. I graduated five years ago."

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rosesjustdie​:

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He wasn’t sure what to expect really, Wyatt had spent more than half of his life out and had seen so many people go through different reactions when they came out. This one was the most important by far and his hand only tightened on Callum’s. As the woman walked away he let out a quiet sigh, full body twisting to look at Callum and he released the man’s hand, instead coming up to rub his back as best as he could. The top priority now was Callum and always would be and so he was going to focus all his attention on the man that Wyatt loved. “What are you thinking?” His voice quiet as his hand moved up and down Callum’s back. “Do you want to go home? Stay and wait for her?”

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Sighing as he stared down as his watered down drink, "It's fine." It wasn't though. His relationship with his father was fractured to his sexuality and it seemed that the same thing might happen to his relationship with his mother. He knew that he would always have his sisters in his corner, but it was different with his mother. He didn't mean to drag Wyatt in this, so he couldn't lash out, not with him. He gave him a smile as he felt Wyatt's hand on his back, "I am thinking that we are a great restaurant that is difficult to even get a table at," grabbing Wyatt's hand, "I've heard the food is amazing. We should just finish the night with a good meal and then we go back to my place." He gave the his boyfriend a big smile.

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sangranteria​:

“Jewelry is forever, that’s for sure. A good watch will out live all of us,” Jude grinned, standing up off the couch solely to inspect Rowan’s concoction with a closer eye. “It will go from one hand to another, faster and longer than most of us. That’s not the point, though. It’s what it represents that matters the most, and it’s my job to make sure it’s nice enough for people to respect what it means.”

Taking a knife from the drawer, he cut the smallest sliver of Rowan’s culinary monster and took a bite from it. “But if you keep eating like that, I don’t think she’ll be in love with you long.”

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wtcddy​:

HE COULDN’T TELL you what he’s looking at despite the shiny, gold nameplate suspended beneath the swirling yellows and blues of a replicated van gogh. a colorful canvas isn’t enough to make him feel something—teddy can only relate to the night sky as much as the next guy—but it’s a good distraction while he waits out the too-long line to the open bar. he’s aware that’s not the reason he’s here, but it feels deserved, somehow, seeing as he’s always being dragged to these things. teddy doesn’t bother to spare a glance to the body at his left before airing his grievances. “ the longer i look at it, the easier it gets. this is art ? this is the guy everyone calls a genius ? i could do this with a crayola palette and a sheet of acid. ” 

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Rowan didn’t belong at the gala. He was much more suited to his old jeans and white t-shirt, but with the tie around his neck, he just wanted to find a ledge where he could hang himself with it. Walking up next to Teddy as he listened to the man who was practically his family speak. Shrugging, “who gives a shit, really. Matty and Lilah could create something similar if I had to guess.” Maybe it was the lack of alcohol he had in his system, but he was in no fucking mood. “Does that sound too pessimistic?” He turned towards the other man, “I’ve been told that I’m ‘que depresivo,’” granted it was from Jude who was the most happy go lucky motherfucker he had ever met. Shaking his head, “nevermind, have you been able to get any type of alcohol, or is it just me?”

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adashofnadia​:

Nadia smiled and had to have that little smirk to her lips that she knew her brother only knew. “Don’t mind if I do, dear sweet brother.” She giggled, popping the rest of the sushi in her mouth that she had in her hand. “it’s delicious, I always forget you have such great food taste.” She laid her head back down on the cushion, happy to be very much in her own comfort, to be in her brother’s space that felt like old days, back in their London home. It was great to have him here and she knew she should spend more time with him and Suddy - it was just hard when she had to hide who she really was and where her money came from. “Well, my money has always been plentiful. People like to pay me for what I know and what I do. I do things extremely well, don’t I?” She smiled, conceitedly. When he began to talk about their horrific mother, the fact that she tried to guilt trip her only son, the son that had always been there for him, through everything - it made Nadia’s blood boil. 

The look on her face deeply conveyed that.

“Oh, Callie. Don’t let what that horrific hag says get to you. She wouldn’t know what love is if it fucking bite her in her fucking Armani clad ass. She’s ridiculous.” Her dark eyes shone with intense anger. Her mother could do whatever she wanted to Nadia, but Callum? Callum was off limits. She shook her head, just thinking of all the ways to make her mother suffer horribly - to make her truly and utterly stop her nonsense for good. Nadia had always wanted to be the last sight her own mother saw before she closed her eyes - the last sight for good, but it was always a dream she had. Sutton and Callum loved her and she couldn’t bring herself to take away their only living mother now. But this - this was unforgivable. 

“Don’t worry, Callie. The wicked witch always burns in the end, right? She melts.” Nadia’s face off look was saying something, but she snapped out of it. “But things are doing well with you and Firefighter Model? Have you guys gotten serious, darling - enough to think about ugh, children?” 

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Sighing as he laid back against the plush couch. Despite the annoyance Nadia brought to his life, he was sure he'd rather have her in his life than not. Nadia was his little sister and no matter how much she pissed him off, he would always be there for her. "You know us James' always like the best in life." He teased her, knowing the expensive taste she had. He was the simplest of his siblings, always wanting less when it came to gifts and other materialistic things. "We also are incredibly confident," he smirked, grabbing a piece of sushi off the plate, "And what is it you know, dear sister?" No one kept a secret like Nadia, "because I would like to know."

He knew telling her about their mother's reaction to her only son coming out would anger Nadia, but the malicious look in her eyes almost scared him. Shaking his head, "she's just in shock that her thirty-five year old son came out." He said the excuse so easily because he would defend his mother to the grave. He even defended his homophobic father until his untimely end. "I'm sure if father was around and I came out to him, he would have reacted the same way." He reacted far worse than Callum ever thought, but that was a secret that was his until his end. No reason for Nadia to know the truth about their father and have her opinions of him tainted. That was his cross to bear as the oldest. The words that fell out of her mouth worried him. She knew Nadia could release scathing hateful words towards their mother, but this was different. The venom in her words surprised him. He was happy she changed the subject to something a little more lax than his mother. He let out a small chuckle, "We're doing great." He told his sister honestly, "he was there that night and he's been nothing but wonderful." The mention of children made Callum's mouth dry, "I enjoy being with him and I have no idea where it's going," pausing, he thought about children, "he's got a daughter, so there's no rush for that."

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xofaddiction​:

he wavered back and forth, caught between rage and terror, unable to balance the line as he usually did. he didn’t have control here, but he promised himself he would the moment he struck back at whoever was to blame for the scorched theatre. 

skin stretched tight over his knuckles as he clenched his trembling fists, cyrus gnashed his teeth together. the heat felt like it did overseas, the ice in his bones a wicked contradiction. his skin felt fevered, his stomach sick. his heart was racing, working to keep him alive, even as his instinct cried wolf. there was a break in the chaos, a spare moment where her palm came to caress his cheek, her skin soft against his stubble. brows furrowed, he focused on layla again, but with more clarity this time. 

logically, he knew he was nowhere near the battlefield. instinctually, he was trapped there. somehow, her single gesture and soft words broke through. a distant part of him wanted to scoff, to seethe over how much he didn’t need her help, but the rest of him acknowledged that what she did was as much for her benefit as it was for his. licking his lips, he gave a nod, holding her hand to his cheek a moment before he took a slow breath, coughing as ash and soot brushed into his lungs. “yeah.” he breathed. “yeah, okay. alright.” 

cyrus dropped his hand, searching the crowd again. sirens in the distance wailed, their salvation on the cusp of a roaring flame. his stomach gave a sickening lurch, reminded of the rumble of helicopter blades that cut through smoke filled skies in afghanistan. “c-c’mere, get closer.” he muttered, pulling her in the wedge between himself and the wall. it was safer there, the fire hadn’t reached the corner, nor had the pulsing crowd. “stay close!” he called, bringing his arms over the top of her head to shield her. 

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She knew the words that slipped out of his mouth so easily were all just a ruse. She wouldn't pry, there was no point in that. This was a superficial arrangement that had no meaning to either of them. Nodding, she followed his instructions as he pressed his body against her and she felt the concrete against her bare back. She told herself there was no way that every single person in this theater could die... right? The sirens in the background meant that this hell was almost over. Soon enough the great doors would open and they would be finally be free from the fiery prison.

Before long, the crunching of metal was heard and the heavy steel doors were pried open by the jaws of life. She could hear the cries of relief from the other patrons as everyone rushed out. She could feel the pull of Cyrus as the two made their way out of the theater and the pair were greeted by firefighters with oxygen tanks as they instructed them to take a seat and inhale. After what seemed like a eternity of hell, she was able to finally breath freely and never enjoyed fresh air as much as she did right in that moment.  She didn't want to talk about it and by the look on Cyrus' face, neither did he. Slipping the oxygen mask off her face, "How about we go back to your place and forget all about it?"

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rosesjustdie​:

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“Because it’s what makes me happy and we both know it’s the right thing.” Sure it had come up in a conversation with Oliver, the other constant in his life. But Ale was his favourite person and she always would be. “Because I love you and care about everything you have to say so I was sure that you were going to try and talk me out of it. And I would have taken your advice, we both know that.” Reaching around he grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his waist before he stepped out of the shower. “I know. And I’m going to do everything I can to stay safe, I promise you. Always. And you get to be the one to tell Callum that, I’m sure he’ll love it.” Brushing off the thought of marrying the man, it wasn’t important then and there. “Or– I wear all the protective gear and do the best I can at my job? Promise.” Holding out his pinkie for her, even if it was a childish thing to do. “Deal.”

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She hated that he was right. He was a good firefighter and until he had gotten hurt, she always supported his decisions, especially his career choice. It didn't make it easy to accept his choice when she knew the dangers his job entailed, but he would resent her if she tried to stop him and that was worse. She pouted, "Because you know I'm always right." She swallowed, "I just want you to be okay, because I couldn't take the idea of losing you." Grinning, "you think that I'm going to have a problem telling him that? If so, you are sorely mistaken." It didn't matter if the two were in their own respective relationships, the two of them came first in each other's lives. Rolling her eyes, as she grabbed his pinkie with hers, "fine, deal. Even if I hate agreeing with you." She knew how important this was to him and decided to keep her opinion to her as much as she could, but she had a hard time with that.

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Jude's voice reverberated in his mind, 'you hold yourself back too much.' He hated that comment so much. Just because he didn't fall in love with every woman that looked his way, didn't mean he wasn't open to the idea of it. He didn't want to trust easily: his mother had taken advantage of that time and time again. He was going to be wary of anyone who paid him a little more attention. However, watching Daphne in front of him made him feel different, but that was one thing that would be too fucking stupid. Falling in love with a stripper? Even Jude would have probably scoffed at him for even thinking twice about her. "Rowan." He said simply, not wanting to divulge his last name. The name Faust came with a lot of implications in the city, "it's nice to meet you Daphne." Rubbing his hands across his face, "I mean, not ever," letting out a small chuckle, "it's been awhile though." Shaking his head, his hand hovered over her bare thigh before he touched her soft skin. There was a stark difference between his calloused fingers and her thigh.

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juliafaust​:

location: honey’s bakery territory: neutral  time: mid morning opened to all: all @crimsonstarters​

Must swallow coffee. That was all Julia Faust had on her mind, as she heard the buzzing of her phone go off with voicemails and emails, reminders of the fact that she was graduating very, very soon, earlier than expected, and she was going to a full fledged psychiatrist. Last exams were almost done and her last papers were about to be handed in, but every psychiatric intern student needed their early cup of coffee. She watched as the Honey’s employee poured the delicious coffee into her mug, a mug that her niece and nephew had gotten her that said best aunt ever with a kitty cat on it, of course, before she felt eyes on her. 

“Oh, I know, it’s a lot of coffee, but I’m graduating soon, and I’ll be officially Doctor Faust, Psychiatrist, so one can only assume how much coffee I need. I recommend the cinnamon creamer though, it goes so well with the home brewed coffee.” 

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“Can I have a cappuccino, extra shot?” Genevieve asked the cashier, “and a pain au chocolat?” There was nothing like a good strong coffee and french pastry to get her through all the paperwork she needed to fill out for tax season, aka the busiest season for an accountant. Her bag was filled to the brim with different forms and documents for all of the Faust businesses, properties, and accounts. She had to make sure everything was set for the IRS, to avoid any suspicion of course.

She smiled at Julia, “Oh, that’s right! You are about to graduate! Congratulations!” She grinned, taking a seat across from her. The two were starting off their day with some coffee and pastries before they actually had to do the work that needed to be done, “I remembered graduating, seems like forever ago.”

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bcbyteeth​:

“I should know to cook a bloody steak! You don’t even have to cook it all the way through to get it right. It should be easy!”

The pout fest was over soon, though, as it always was with Sutton. She was easily upset but she always recovered just as quickly. It was the only way she was able to survive the antics of their household. One way could have been shutting off completely, and the other reacting to absolutely everything. Her bounce back and forth was the middle ground that served her well. 

“That one,” Sutton said, taking his phone and clicking in the order herself. “The potatoes are surely lost as well. We might as well get some of those, too. You know what, though, I bet if I had that recipe that man of yours had when we went over for Thanksgiving, I wouldn’t have failed those. That seemed like an easy enough recipe.”

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He raised his brow, watching her throw a tantrum. Although the two of them had a larger age gap between them, he still remembered her little quirks, this being one of them. Even as a baby, she had tantrums, but she was still his little sister and he would be there to take care of everything she needed, "it's going to be okay. We wouldn't want to see Gordon Ramsey do a pirouette." She calmed down fairly quickly before snatching his phone out of his phone, "Order whatever you want." He grinned back at her. At least she was happier now, "Wyatt is a good cook and I'm not sure either of us could follow his directions well enough to make it like his." Sure he could cut a brain open and successfully remove a tumor, but roasting a ham or anything of that nature would end in disaster. "Seemed, is the key word. It's probably way too complicated." They were really good potatoes, "Okay, food ordered. Now what Suddy?" He smirked.

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alvarocabreraleon​:

Alvaro smiled at his niece, always with a soft, friendly smile and a seemingly devious yet innocent at the same time look in her eye. That was something he greatly admired in her - her ability to both be innocent and have that slyness to her. He would often marvel at her, chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh, yes, working, is that what we will call it, mija?” He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Is it paying the bills well? You know, mija, I am always okay with picking up some of the rent sometimes. You know I have offered before and I will again if you need help.” He fixed the lapels on his custom made suit as he took a bite of his dinner. “Me? Oh, you know, just putting away the disgusting, heinous criminals that blacken the heart of Chicago, and constantly finding enemies. But you know us Leons blood, baby - only makes us want to win harder.” He smiled. 

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She rolled her eyes at her uncle. She didn't advertise her profession to most, especially not to her family, but he managed to find out. It was between the two of them though, not wanting everyone to know that she slept around in exchange for money and gifts. She felt like she had been on her own since she was sixteen and she knew how to take care of herself, so she didn't need her well meaning uncle to protect her. Nodding, "Yes, I'm doing well. Plus Dad still sends me an allowance every month." She could survive on that alone, but it was always fun to get things from admirers. She also knew that most of the Leons didn't care for her dad, so she rarely mentioned him. "I appreciate it Tio, but I'm okay." Smirking, "Oh yeah? How's that going?"  She knew some of the men who bought her time had to have been part of that 'disgusting and heinous' group of people. There was no way some of them made their money legitimately, "So I've heard... you know I'm only half Leon. I don't even have the last name."

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crimsonfaux​:

“I think you’re right.” Oliver chuckled as he pictured the king size mattress, and the relaxation he could have if it were just for himself. Possibly even include a guest or two into his vision, except with children and their nightmares of abandonment in the night. It was almost an impossible feat, though for now he just had to worry about Matty waking him up half asleep to ask where his ex wife was. The same answer murmured each time, a little white lie. Someday he could maybe handle the truth, but as a young child that was less likely. “I don’t know if a nanny would work overnight. But maybe when Matty gets old enough and I’ve vetted his friends and their parents he could go spend the night there.” Oliver mused with a furrow of his brows and slow shake of his head. He didn’t want to think that far into the future, he already felt the prickly of false gray hairs prickle out of his scalp at the mere thought of his children getting old enough for full sleepovers elsewhere. “That’s a good point. I guess I can always send Teddy in, but I don’t know if anyone would survive that.” The snicker stuck to his lips, even though his tone had been mostly serious. His counterpart was known for running hot, and when it came to an interrogation setting Teddy set the bar above the normal ‘bad cop’ stigma. “Glad I can trust you with my secrets.”

“Good thing she didn’t get you to come by gunpoint. I suppose.” He commented though quirked a brow at the visual. “Did you have trouble getting used to Chicago after Paris? I haven’t been to Paris in a long time, and only went there once during a trade when my old man was around.” Those days were long gone now. Any sort of international travel now would come with two tiny stowaways and only complicate business matters. “You’ll just have to wait and see. I’ll show you when you least expect it.” Oliver beamed when she gave him the info of her favorite painter. “I can be the judge of that once you show me your work. Who knows? Maybe you blow Monet out of the park.” He paused to take a drink and arched a brow at the next name. “Toulouse-Lautrec? I don’t think I know him.” He murmured thoughtfully as he tried desperately to recollect the name, but alas he was unable. “Oh sure you say that now. Just wait until I draw you as a stick figure.” Oliver’s breaming grin only grew as he laughed.

One of his gloved hands lifted from the table to run the back of his neck. “Of course! It’d be rude to not show you my dancing skills.” If there was one thing he was cocky about, with NO reason to be  ▬ it was his dancing skills. He glanced down to his plate of food, and placed his napkin across his lap. One of the forks in hand as he started to pick around at his food. “No more secrets? Tsk. I thought we were just getting started. Alright, let’s see. What else is taboo with first dates?” He paused to take a bite, and finish off his food with a swallow before something else dawned on him. “Did your cousin have you sign a NDA when you came to Chicago?” A mischievous smirk across his lips, “I’m joking. I doubt there would be anything that’s serious. Hmm.. Let’s see, if you could go back in time to a year. What year would that be?”

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Winking back at him, "I am always right, you will definitely come to see that." She couldn't understand what it was like to have children. Maybe in the future, but it wasn't something she desired to have in her life, at least not now. Laughing, "vetted them? What if they've got an overdue parking ticket? Is that going to be a deal breaker." Leaning forward, "nobody out in the world in perfect and there's always going to be bad shit. You just have to make your children realize the right choice." She sighed, "I know you love Matty and Lilah, but take care of yourself too." She grinned back at him. "But I think anyone would be a better nanny then Teddy, no offense to him." She couldn't imagine the second in command taking on the responsibilities of the nanny and shuffling them to and from things. "Of course you can. Plus, I've seen your financials. I know too much." She teased him, knowing if the Fausts wanted to get rid of her, they could easily.

Laughing, "Not at all. I think I was excited to experience something new." Growing up as a socialite in Paris was great, but it was getting boring. She still loved the city she grew up in, her friends back home and her life, but she knew there was so much else in the world. "It's very different." She laughed, "The French stereotype of us being snooty is not entirely incorrect. I love the city I grew up in, it's one of the most beautiful cities in the world, so I miss it, but I'm happy here." Shaking her head quickly, "I could only dream. Monet is Monet, while I'm an amateur. And he was the French artist who focused on Moulin Rouge and gaudy nightlife." She knew French artists and their art like the back of their hand, "I will still love it and I'll frame it and put it up."

She pointed at him, "I will judge accordingly. Years of societal things has taught me useless things, like dancing." She teased him continuously, "It better sweep me off my feet." Her food was placed in front of her and she started picking at the food, popping it into her mouth. Shaking her head, "Fine. Something I don't want to delve to deep into, is that I slept with my married professor, but don't a lot of people do that?" It wasn't something she admitted to often. "Taboo on the first date," she squinted her nose, "Favorite position?" She laughed, knowing the table near by of stuffy old people heard her. "Favorite thing sexually?" She asked knowing the topic of sex was always controversial, at least here in the states, but France not so much.

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xmaggie-birchx​:

As she searched her list of collectors and sellers, she wrote out an email and bulk sent it to at least five she knew specialized in marvel and two that specialized in Spider-Man specifically. She also sent the email to a few comic book shops in other cities in Illinois. 

“Alright. This should do it. I should hear back at some point today, if not tomorrow morning. How about I get your number and I can call you as soon as I get a lead, you can come in and pay, and all you gotta do is wait for it to arrive in the mail! I’ll store it in my safe in the back so it doesn’t get mixed in with other comics.” She smiled, feeling like that was a good but realistic solution.

“I hope that sufficed. Collectibles in the comic book world, as you may know, can be… an adventure.” She smirked. 

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He looked around, admiring the selection as the woman looked on her computer, searching for other sellers in the city. He looked back at her and nodded, "No, thank you. I really appreciate it." It seemed finding this edition of this particular comic book was going to be a lot harder than he originally planned. It was stupid, him looking this hard for a comic book, but it meant more than just a childish picture book. It was something his mother had gotten for him. "Thank you. I appreciate all the help. I can't wait for it." He wasn't sure when it would come in, but he appreciated it none the less. "No definitely, people get crazy over this stuff, so the fact that you were able to even help a little bit was great." He grabbed his keys out of his pocket, "I'll be sure to let other people know about this gem. Have a good day." He waved at her as he headed out.

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ofcandyism​:

- && “I’m not. Do whatever the hell you wanna do. Being free is always the option people should take. Especially when it comes to our bodies” Lada said and nodded as she looked at the other. She knew that the question would be asked, she had just been waiting for when. And here they were. Licking her lips, Lada shrugged. “It was good. You are good and it shows that you like what you do which is always important. Passion is attractive”

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Nodding as she listened, Alejandra agreed wholeheartedly. Growing up Catholic with her parents meant having certain values and ideals that were aligned with the church and she believed it, until her parents and brother died. She longer believed in a higher power or the ideals set forth by religion, "Yeah, I've come to learn that in my older years." Staring at the condensation accumulating on the glass, "Yeah, I appreciate that. I've put my heart and soul into this thing."

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xjameson-robertsx​:

He smiled softly, admiring her beauty but making sure he looked her in the eye to give her his full attention. “I do and so far they’re lovely. You’re really talented, that takes a lot of gumption to get up there and do all that.” He sipped his drink and then nodded. “Of course I did. You were magnificent.” He bit his lip softly and leaned on the table with his elbows and supported his chin. “Do you have another set to do or are you allowed to come have a drink with me? My treat.”

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Chuckling at his compliment, "Gumption? You're such an old man." She teased him with a laugh, shaking her head, "Thank you very much, I appreciate it." Her heart and soul was put into her act and routine, making sure that it was nothing less than perfect when she performed on that stage. After all, it was really all she had in this life. Shaking her head, "I'm finished, so I'm all yours and I would love another drink." She asked the bartender as she pointed to her empty drink in front of her.

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sangranteria​:

He caught what was dragged down his face with sweat with the tape he had pulled off his hands in an attempt to look presentable. It was a reach with the aftermath of the fight, but he would try. 

“Unfortunately. I got a punch and it threw me right into one of the poles for the ring,” He admitted, pressing the ice against his face. The edges of the cubes hurt before they soothed the ache. “The other guy? Well, he looks better. I won’t lie. How come you’re up here? This place closed down a while ago.”

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At least he was honest about his failures and didn't try to make himself seem better off than he was. Chuckling, "that seems to happen a lot with you." She had seen Jude multiple times in Wolves and The Den and he was an interesting character. Someone she couldn't define or make an assumption about. Shrugging, "Sometimes I come up to get some quiet." The Den was a rowdy location, especially on nights like these and as much as she enjoyed watching people beat the shit out of each other, she needed a break. "It's interesting to be in an empty quiet bar all by myself."