F.R.I.E.N.D.S

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S A B I N E : 

“I’m sorry babe,” came Sabine’s quick apology as she closed the door behind her, though a smile begun creeping up her lips. Another late night, another party that crawled into the wee hours of the morning with her dragged along by her friends. Her only thought was to return home as soon as possible when the fact that Laurel was living with her was a mere miracle. “I wanted to stop at one, but Brie took me to another, and another, and well. The rest is history.” Coming up to face her, Sabine slid an arm around her girlfriend’s waist with a pout forming. “Forgive me?” 

“Ah the good old ‘one thing led to another’ excuse.” All attempts at being stern were left far behind as her girlfriend came closer, a smile tugging on her lips when she couldn’t even stay fake mad at her. Wrapping her own arms around Sabine’s waist, Laurel pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “You know the answer to that is always.” Once upon a time she hadn’t thought it possible for things to be this easy, her parents had had a tense marriage and while they’d stuck it out it had left an impression on her. Things with the woman in front of her were nothing like that though and she was endlessly thankful for it. “Did you have a good time?” With another quick kiss she’s untangling herself to walk towards the kitchen. “Hot chocolate?”

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B R I E : 

“What the—” His voice caused a slight bit of panic in what was supposed to be an empty apartment as she hurried out with only a towel, hair still damp from her shower. Most of her life was in neat little boxes, categorised just so but it was the simple things she always seemed to miss, like remembering to lock her door for one. “So you decided it would be a good idea to waltz in here?” she questioned, haughty and slightly demanding as she folded her arms across her chest— only to realize the state she was in. Quickly plastering on an unfazed expression on her face, her eyebrow arched towards him. “He’s obviously not here.” 

Among the many traits he possessed, feeling some kind of shame or embarrassment wasn’t one of them and he had little interest in sparing anyone else their blushes either. Her haughty tone didn’t both him, instead smirking as he couldn’t resist teasing the brunette when he liked her better riled up, less up tight. “Nice outfit,” With a wink he made his way over to the couch. “I hear the wet look’s in.” Taner sank into the couch as though it was his own, throwing an arm out lazily and firmly making himself at home. “I see that. But I figure I might as well kill some time here until he shows up. There room in your palace for two, Princess?”

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Nerves never affected him when he was entirely sure that he was more than qualified for the job and he had enough funds to truly put his money where his mouth was. He had never been shy of making sure people knew what he was capable of but Idris liked to think it never strayed far into boasting when all of if was based on fact that he had proof for. Besides, business wasn’t exactly the kind of environment that you could thrive in without a healthy bit of self esteem. So when it came to waiting in an elevator to go up to an important interview, the man couldn’t claim that he was feeling anything but collected. Straightening his jacket, he was just about to press the floor he needed when the sound of heels met his ears and a voice called out for him to hold the lift. As he turned, he saw a brunette coming in and sent a vague smile her way. “What floor?”

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R I C K I :

“Right, of course, that one.” Living in a firestation and working in a male dominated environment meant he knew it well, though he was still the young, eager rookie that didn’t put up much of a facade. There wasn’t any point, he thought. “Well, I don’t know what that says about my testosterone levels but I will humbly admit defeat if I know I’ve been bested so I suppose I should say the tree won out this time. I’ll get on with practicing soon,” he told her with a light chuckle, her distraction techniques clearly working when he was focused on her rather than the wound being sewn up in his arm. “One of your very professional skills, I’m sure. You save lives in here, that’s plenty heroic too. Look at us, a bunch of heroes.” His words were an obvious joke rather than cocky with the wide grin and almost sheepish look painted on his features. “Not really. It’s only dangerous if a person doesn’t want to share, which isn’t the case here.” 

If there was one thing that she was used to it was being on her guard around men, always ready with a sharp or quick remark to put them in their place or knock their confidence down a peg. But none of that was necessary with this guy - or he was doing a great job at playing innocent - and it left Ricki feeling a little lost at how to fairly interact with him when soft wasn’t something she’d been for a long time. “Well there’s something to be said for being humble. Besides, you’ve got to fall a few times before you really learn how to climb - my moment of wisdom for the day.” She chuckled slightly, feeling as though she could make fun of herself in front of him. “Heroes indeed, the whole city is safe.” The words are dry but they’re followed by a grin to match his, unable to stop herself. Pausing for a moment she considers him, looking at his face rather than his wound as though she was searching for any kind of indication this whole interaction was nothing more than a plot. But she found nothing. “Okay, Mr I’m An Open Book, let’s start small. Did you grow up here or are you one of the many who move here in search of bright lights and big dreams?”

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The knock on her door came as no surprise when she had been told by her agent to expect the newest member of her team. Emma still found the whole situation to be ridiculous, it was a few letters from a fan who had seen her show and gotten carried away in their fan mail. Even with the word ‘stalker’ being thrown around the brunette just couldn’t bring herself to take the situation seriously.  Her gaze travels critically over the man in the door, noting that he doesn’t look all that much older than her. “So I take it you’re the muscle that my team decided needed to be hired?” She refuses to look anything but unimpressed when she had vehemently opposed the decision, feeling it far from necessary when so far she had been in no physical harm.

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Tucked away in the back working on sketches, Luc was lost in his design when he heard the door open and footsteps enter the tattoo parlour. With a frown he makes his way through to the other room, expecting to see a customer but instead coming face to face with a familiar blonde. “Ronnie’s not here right now.” The words are blunt and for a moment he regrets them when his fellow tattooist's sister had never done anything to deserve it. Rubbing the back of his neck slightly, he offers to do something more. “You want me to pass a message on or something?”

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S U K I :

There was so much to catch up on after her trip to Paris, so many men that fell at her feet while she wandered around the city, however one still stood out to her at the back of her mind. How many times was he going to reject her advances? It drove her crazy, knowing he was out of reach and not like the other men who swooned at the sight of her and with a bag of two takeout containers in hand, Suki closed the door behind her, a woman on a mission. “You make me sound like my mother — it’s Suki, or we can decide on something else you could call me,” she spoke, sauntering into his office and dropping the bags on his table. “Tell me, when was the last time you ate?” 

“Suki will do then.” It felt far too personal when it seemed easier to keep her at arms length when there were formalities in place but he supposed it had been long enough before he conceded. He got something of a kick out of denying her and Inigo couldn’t help but think that it might be good for her to not get her way for once in her life. But this time though he had to admit that she had him somewhat cornered and he inwardly curses his own predictability. Lifting an arm he gestures to the seat across from him. “Okay.” It was a simple concession but one that would undoubtedly be followed by a condition. “Seeing as you have so kindly brought it with you I won’t be rude enough to refuse but I cannot give you nor lunch any longer than fifteen minutes.”

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D O M I N I C :

“Uh, no I don’t,” Dominic countered with the bagel in his hand, speaking mid-chew as he kicked the door shut. It wasn’t a surprise to find Kendall at his place when she had a spare key for the times he wasn’t around, and mostly because his place was as much hers as it was his. “It’s a closet, it has shelves. I have clothes. Clothes go on shelves and that’s about as much as you can ask from me, Ken, ‘cause if I had my way they would all end up on the floor. If you’re so bothered about it, no one’s stopping you from grouping it yourself. Why do you think I let you stick around?” 

Turning to face him, the blonde began to shake her head in mock disbelief and disappointment. “Oh I see how it is, you just want to use me for my talents. Like the rest of my doesn’t even matter. You want the genius but not the flaws.” With a sigh she turns her gaze upwards as though she was collecting her thoughts before throwing her arms up with dramatic flair. “God, I should have seen it coming. I knew all this closest space was too good to be true.” With a tut she pulls out two dresses, moving to the mirror to hold alternately hold them up in front of her. “You’re better than no order, West, I had such faith in you - why do you think I stick around? Be better, don’t let me down.”

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N A T E :

With the glass safely away from her, Nate could finally let his gaze settle on the woman busy rambling away which drew a wider smile from him. “Nah, I’m just joshing ya, I’m positive these shoes have seen worse than a wine spill. Might sport a few red patches in the morning, but all good. Nothing that can’t be fixed.” He couldn’t help but be taken to her already, her compliment earning her a chuckle from him. “Well, just my luck that the most beautiful woman in the room spilled some wine on my shoes then, huh? And here I was looking for an excuse to talk to you.” Sticking out his hand, he nodded towards her. “Name’s Nate. I’m sure I can find it in me to forgive you if you join me for another drink.”  

“You’re sure?” His smile was convincing but she found herself having to double check out of habit before she allowed herself to give a relieved smile. “I’m so glad.” At his next words she felt her cheeks flushing as she looked up at him. The last time someone had made her blush like that had to have been high school and Cami didn’t know whether to put it down to the wine or to him. “Oh I don’t know about that but thank you. Guess clumsiness comes in handy sometimes.” Taking his hand she began to shake it while she introduced herself. “Camila but most people don’t call me that.” With a shake of her head she tried to dislodge some of the drunkenness that was interfering with her usually smooth deliveries. “I mean, call me Cami.” Nodding the brunette took a step closer to the bar, not quite as unsteady as before. “I will on the condition you let me pay, I just feel so badly about your shoes still.”

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Mia && Suki

Suki: Oh babe, I really do wish I was there, this sounds like a horrendous nightmare. We all make drunken mistakes, I'm sure Adrian will understand. Besides, weren't you two on a break?

Suki: They would jump at the chance to spin this. I mean, it is exposure in some sense but regardless of what the gossip rags are saying, let's not get overwhelmed. How are you feeling?

Mia: We were but it just still doesn't feel right. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him but I don't know where this leaves us.

Mia: If the role were reversed I wouldn't want to see him.

Mia: I feel awful. Just lost and helpless. It's all out of my control and this is the one thing I always thought would be perfect.

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S A M I R :

“Yeah, but you gotta walk with me,” he told her, already striding round the corner out of his office towards the next errand his boss commanded him to do. Samir arched a brow towards her with a dry chuckle, unsure where this was going but his mind was more preoccupied with the list he had to do for the day. “Yeah huh. Easy. I like that word. Crazy, not so much.” 

“Okay, okay.” She fell into step next to him, walking faster than usual to keep up with him. “Come on, life is no fun without a little crazy.” Shaking her head out of her moment of distraction, the grin that had been on her face after the words she hadn’t been able to help but say, Zoe focuses on her pitch. “Okay so, I got to thinking after we were talking about our bosses - dangerous I know - but what if there was a way to make them both happier and therefore nicer to us?”

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M A R LO :

“Mm, tell me more about this best night of yours. I bet I could top it easily,” she spoke in challenge with a charming grin as she finally slipped on his jacket, large on her petite frame but still didn’t hide the dip of her cleavage. A pout formed as she tilted her head, taking a wobbly step in his direction. “Buzzkill. What’s wrong with enjoying it? So how much trouble am I actually in? I can’t believe someone called you here because we decided to have a little fun. Is taking off my clothes a crime now?” Marlo made a disapproving sound with her brows furrowed, trying to recollect the pieces of the night she met him — obviously not forgetting how handsome he was or their flirtatious back and forth, but a napkin? “Mm, trust me, if I had your number I would’ve called you out here to join me tonight, but alas.” 

“I think you can work it out but I’d be willing to take that bet sometime.” He couldn’t quite believe just how good his night had gotten and although he could tell she’d had a bit to drink he saw no harm in flirting back while he had no intentions of acting on anything tonight. “Luckily for you, I happen to be a very understanding officer so I’m gonna take you home and we’ll say no more of it. At least not in a professional capacity. Trust me, the only problem with you taking them off is the location you chose to do it in.” Zane chuckled at the noise she made, instantly recognising that the blonde was more than a little bit of a handful. It was nothing he’d ever been intimidated or put off by though, vastly preferring someone who was always a surprise than someone predictable. “Now there’s an invite I wouldn’t have been able to say no to. Pencil me in for next week, sweetheart.”

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J A S P E R :

“What tough guy act?” Jasper feigned shock but it was quickly followed by a grimace as he felt the gauze peel back to expose the wound that was still oozing blood. Despite how the pain sliced through his arm, he couldn’t find it in him to look away from the brunette in front of him. “The answer to that would be both, it’s my misspent youth that led me to be such a great climber. No, I uh, I was rescuing someone’s cat from a tree. I get sent off on the unexciting, routine jobs that none of the other guys at the station want to do, but… well, I’m still new,” he told her humorously, making fun of himself as a grin spread wider on his lips. “Anyway. The offer still stands, ask away. Distract me from all this blood. Isn’t that what nurses are also trained to do?” 

“Oh come on, that testosterone fulled persona every guy breaks out to save face.” Although the more she spoke to him the more Ricki was convinced that maybe he was the one guy that didn’t hold true for. “Aw, I think saving a kitty is plenty heroic, just you might need some more practise if you don’t want to end up in the emergency room all the time.” She couldn’t help but smile at him, his obvious sweetness disarming when she was so used to distance and monosyllables. “Ideally we can do so much more than that but sure, I’m a distraction.” Laughing as it was her turn to be self deprecating, she knew that while she’d managed to find herself a solid career how she spent her spare time was anything but focus or serious. A brow raised again as she started to clean his injury up. “Anything? Now that’s a little dangerous, don’t you think?”

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Mia && Suki

Suki: Ugh, I wish I had been there, the parties here in Paris have so far been atrocious. Didn't I tell you to stay away from the open bar when you're alone?

Suki: Oh babe. I wish I could do something. Has your PR people said anything?

Mia: Usually I would say that's because I wasn't there but I think you're better off without me right now. You did but I thought one couldn't hurt and then one led to two and I'm sure you can fill in the blank.

Mia: They think that I should be lapping up the attention. Maybe even use it for an image revamp.

Mia: Which is all bullshit though. I don't need things to change, I need them to go back to normal.

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M A R L O :

“Isn’t this way more fun? Admit it, this is a bright blip on your night filled with stopping people from going ten over the speed limit. I may be the one to finally give you a chance at using your handcuffs,” she told him, a slur to her words and a suggestive arched brow, nonchalant about her bare body glistening in the moonlight or how the tips of her hair were dripping with saltwater. Taking the jacket from him, she didn’t yet put it on as she laughed and pointed a finger in his chest. “I would call you, but I don’t have your number.” 

“Hey, don’t you go knocking my fun for the evening. I’ll have you know some of my best nights have started on speed watch.” His tone was full of suggestion when he was sure that she was smart enough to put two and two together and know that just because they’d started that way didn’t mean that they’d ended that way. “No handcuffs for you right now, I think you’d enjoy them a little too much.” Lips quirked into a smirk before Zane couldn’t help but study her, trying to remember how their last interaction had ended. “Coulda sworn I left it written all nice on a napkin but maybe I should’ve been more obvious about it.”

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It was one of the better calls he’d received that night, not because of what it meant but rather what it didn’t. There was always relief felt when it was a breaking of the law rather than a crime that people had gotten hurt in. What had surprised him was the blonde that he’d ended up dealing with. “You know, there’s other ways of getting my attention.” Zane grinned easily before handing her his jacket. “Like calling me, maybe.”

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Mia && Suki

Suki: I haven't said a word, I was waiting for you to reply but it's a fucking mess. Mia, 'but' isn't going to cut it. What happened?

Suki: Oh god. They've been blowing up his twitter too.

Mia: I don't know, I barely remember. There was so much to drink and he smelled like Adrian.

Mia: I pulled away as soon as I realised it wasn't but people are so quick with their photos.

Mia: God this just isn't going to stop.