Tell Me Baby

Dimitri 31 Radio scumbag

[broad-city]

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@anthonyxsmith

[itsvarza]

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itsvarza:

I used to smoke a lot. And I had this ritual, where I’d show up for the audition, have a cigarette, and keep the stub until I heard whether or not I got the job.

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leatherandlaceykay:

“Well, I can promise you I won’t deport you, hon.” Lacey replied with a devious grin. She wouldn’t even dare think of sending this work of art back to the country he came from, definitely not when there were so many other fun things she had in mind that she could do to him, all of which involved her tongue being used in ways God never could’ve intended. “Of course,” She said after several seconds, a wide and enticing grin spreading across her face. She took a moment to step aside, as if granting the male access to the club. “Welcome to Aphrodite, Mr. Romania.”

There was something about her that made him shiver. She looked at him like she wanted to devour him whole and it both scared him and turned him on, the latter more than the former.  Still, a smile spread across his face as it seemed that the women, who was apparently the owner in some fashion (if not a really hot bouncer) was going to let him in. “Thanks. And Mr. Romania is my dad. I’m just Dimitri.” He chuckled, wincing afterward because the joke was so bad, it was painful to him. Hoping to slip in before she changed her mind, he tried not to trip over his own feet as he walked into the dark club.

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jareth-blanco: 

“I do admit a fantasy or two where we do engage in the homosexual relations, but this isn’t about me–unfortunately. As I just said, you scream gay. Well–your ass screams it at least. No straight guy has an ass of this proportion. Oh, is that what I’m supposed to be doing? I didn’t catch onto that. I swear I was here to look pretty and turn down women for the fun of it. Though, wouldn’t the real problem here–be you? You shouldn’t need a wingman if you get ‘tons of women’.”

”Wait wait wait, I know I’m not the brightest crayon in the tool shed , but I’m getting the feeling that this is less about me and more about you projecting your desire to have gay sex with me and using my lack of confidence to get me in bed with you. Which is admirable, but not at all possible. But at least I know my butt looks good so all that time in the gym isn’t for nothin’. “

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jessica-walker:

“Lost? Y’know most phones have google maps on them now, right?”, she questioned, motioning towards his phone.  “Or - better yet - just look to see which side of the tree that the moss is growing on.”    Part of her almost felt bad for teasing the so-far kind stranger, but another part reminded her that it was just a little innocent, harmless teasing - a ‘Welcome to Las Vegas’ initiation, if you will.  

“Yep - I’m ‘bout two blocks in that direction”, she answered, pointing in the general vicinity of her apartment building.  “Oh, it’s not so bad once you get used to it -The people in this neighborhood aren’t worried about money or their image like the more tourist trap-like places in Vegas.”    For all of her bitching and complaining when it came to the city (or some of the people/things found within it), Jess truly did love the town she had made into her home.  

”Yeeees, I know that.” He scoffed, feeling a little stupid. “Gimme a break, I’m not from here, okay? And maps are hard.” He defended. Still, she was being pretty easy going,which put him in a more relaxed state standing there.  “You always tell strange men where you live?” He teased back, chuckling as he nodded in agreement. “I mean, it could be a little tourist-y at times, but that’s the fun part of it. No one would wanna come here if it was just live everywhere else. People wanna see bright lights and colors and magic shows. No one actually thinks anyone really lives in Vegas -- it breaks the fantasy immersion and all that.”

He tapped on his cigarette a bit to let the ashes fall off, watching her for a moment before working up a little bit of nerve. “So what’s your name? I mean, you gotta have a name and since you practically told me where you live, giving me a name isn’t that hard, right?” He should have stopped at ‘what’s your name’, but the rambling got the better of him, and he lost whatever hint of chill he hand built up. “Mine’s Dimitri.” He finally said after another long inhale off his stick and blew it to the direction of the wind. “My name, I mean.”

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ohmissdeveroux:

She shifted a little, finding a more comfortable spot against the side of the building. “You’d better not…” She warned playfully. “Mmm… Waiting for a friend. But then you showed up. And now I’m intrigued.” She grinned, exhaling her own smoke cloud. “Do you often talk to women on street corners?”

“Intrigued? Good intrigued or not-so-good intrigued?” He asked as he exhaled smoke through his nose and handed her back her lighter. He wanted to ask if her ‘friend’ was of the male variety and would beat him up for talking to her, but what she asked first caught him off guard, blue eyes going wide. “What? No! God no! I didn’t think that you were... I don’t... I-I just thought I’d come borrow a light and say hi to you, I wasn’t...” He rambled for a bit before clearing his throat and using taking another draft as a way to pause. “I didn’t think you were...Selling something. “ He decided to put it lightly, hoping she wasn’t offended.

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nakomalocklear: 

Nakoma smiled at him as he introduced himself. The name sounded familiar but she could not place it at first. It hit her with his words to follow and she grinned. “Anthony! Yessss. He’s a great guy and he’s a fun client,” she replied, thinking about her quirky client. Nakoma had a fondness for Anthony. There were times when she thought he would ask her out but it never came. She figured he was just not interested so she let it brush off her shoulders. But meeting someone that she had a mutual friend with was always fun. She giggled, unable to help it, as he spun gave her a spin. She laughed a little at his words. “Whatever gets you foot loose and fancy free,” she teased, doing a little quirky dance.

“Oh he’s the best --- lucky bastard.” Dimitri chuckled. Anthony only had to breath to be swimming in the attention of beautiful women, where as Dimitri lacked the confidence without alcohol. Luckily, they were in a bar. “How ‘bout shots? You down for it?” He smiled, waving over the bartender and pulling out his wallet. “So you uh...you come to places like this a lot?” He asked, trying to make conversation. He wasn’t the bet at it, but he didn't want her to run back to her group of friends if he said nothing -- there was no way he’d be able to talk to her with a bunch of other girls watching and taking in every word he said. “It’s pretty wild for Vegas, but I guess everything has to have a theme out here, huh?”

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anthonyxsmith: 

❝ we can buy shit with monopoly money now? cause if so i gotta give ayden a heads up. ❞  the laugh that left him made zero sense but it was more of an insider than anything with his younger brother. ❝ hey you out here acting like i’m the young one who called the station asking these questions. i don’t have a girl cause i’m out here looking for a wife alright. ❞

“You fucking wish, dude. I wish you were that gullible so I could tell you yes and watch you go to the club and make it rain pink money on everybody. That’s be the best fucking thing.” Dimitri’s hands clapped together as he laughed  at the image in his head. After catching his breath he waved off the other male, scoffing in disbelief. “Please you’re not looking for a wife, you’re looking for a female friend who’ll make you dinner, sometimes give you head, then leave without problems. We both know you aren’t ready to settle. If you were, you’d have put a ring on...what was that one girl..? Rebecca! That was it. She was hot. You still talk to her?”

[reina-chen-deactivated20200221]

ツ: - Dimka

ツ Peck on the lips

Reina had been ranting - talking about some event that she had been planning for months, only for it all to shatter to pieces. “And then! The fucker had the nerve to tell me that he wouldn’t be doing business with me anymore. ME! Like I’m the one who ruined everything, not his damn ego that ruined his fucking relationship in the first place…” It went on, and Dimka was getting the full bulk of her rage. She tutted, shaking her head in obvious irritation and was about to go on when all of a sudden, lips were pressed to hers. It was brief. In a blink of an eye, lips were gone and Reina blinked, looking up at her friend in a kind of surprise. She felt her cheeks heat a fraction before a smile curled on her lips, “Really? That’s your way of shutting me up? Well commit, babe. Don’t lose your nerve now.” Reina teased as she stepped forward, her lips ghosting over his as her brown eyes levelled up to his. The same smile played on her lips, wondering if her friend was going to chicken out or not but still, she pressed her lips to his for a longer moment, pulling away after a moment, “Least you cheered me up… Thanks.” 

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[anthonyxsmith]

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[jessica-walker]

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[jessica-walker]

@dimitridalca - can we pls pretend this happens at some point?

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♧

“Really? This again?” Dimitri sigh, rolling his eyes before swatting away the other man’s hands. “I’m just going to say it -- this is why people think I’m your boyfriend.”

@jareth-blanco

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♗ (Angie)

It was just one of those nights. Maybe he’d gotten into a bar fight, maybe he’d hit on somebody else’s girl – either way, he knew that he had way too much to drink.  That wan’t a surprise, what was a surprise was finding himself somewhere warm, when he should have been in an alley missing a wallet after being tossed out of a bar. Still this place smelled so much nicer than an alley and felt softer , too. Something warm and soft tickled his scalp ; fingers, gently running through his hair. If felt like home. It felt comfortable and safe. But as his eyes starter to flutter open, he realized he wasn’t dreaming and he wasn’t home. “Mmh?” He grumbled, his mind only capable of that much as he stirred from his sleep. Eventually he regained his senses and found his cheek pressed to a delicate fabric. As he shot up, alarmed, his eyes met with warm brown ones that he knew well. “Angel?” He asked in a groggy tone as he pushed back his hair and rubbed his eyes. “How did I get here…?”

@angelicarogers​

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♟ ( have yet to interact yet because my fault but we've plotted and i need this foR SCIENCE )

“It’s really not that bad.”  As soon as he says that, he winces and takes another swig of alcohol. “Honestly,  there are kids who have worse boo-boos than this. I’ll survive, so stop making that face.” He forced a smile, but when the didn’t do the same, Dimitri raised his good arm to tip their chin upwards with a finger and give them a warmer smile. “Hey, this isn’t your fault, okay? I’m gonna be fine, don’t you worry, Red.”

@dannieives

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♔ - anthony 😂

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

“What the – bro, when I said make yourself at home I didn’t mean it so literally.  If you’re wearing my underwear too I might actually kill you.”

@anthonyxsmith

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What kind of house/apartment do you live in?

“A little shit hole. It’s not the greatest, but it’s home and I have a pretty awesome TV and sound system. It’s got a spare bedroom for when my family visits, even though I still end up giving up my bed to my sister and sleeping on the couch. It’s still a pretty decent place, but by Vegas standards, it’s a dump.”