“ so … do you think we'll find any secret passageways during our stay here ? there's gotta be at least a few . ” brow raises as the middle bianchi turns around , fingertips grazing weathered spines , tilting each novel outwards in case one happened to trigger something .
she's nursing a glass of champagne when she stops in the room , taking a look around before meeting their gaze with a hazed one . "we probably walked by at least five of them ." confirms with a smile , "but i'm a little tipsy so chances of me finding them on my own again are slim to none unless you want to help me ."
rather fond of the beautiful creature before them , evidently so as mira approaches with confidence . brush in hand . yet brown hues widen subtly at the picked up innuendo — at least , that's how it lands . artist clears her throat , allowing words to cascade off her like water from a duck's back . trying to perhaps . “ get a bit skittish , maybe . horses are highly intuitive to human emotions . did you know that ? ”
"i do ," she nods . "that's why i have three and all of them love me . hate my brother ." because pritch can be an ass and animals read up on that energy , too . "but you have good intentions ," shrugs minuscule as she approaches the other and takes their hand , laying it on the mane . "she can feel if you're scared though so it's better to treat them like you've met them before ."
delightful gasp emitted from her as feet shuffled as quickly as possible through the petting zoo, leaving companion behind in the hurry to get to the furry creature. “ i want a pet goat. do you think i could have a pet goat in my brownstone? ” skirts of silk dress not even a concern as she knelt down next to the animal and careful strokes of the fur of their neck becoming her new fixation. “ i have as much of a yard as you can in the city. i think i could make it work. what do you think? ”
he does a side glance as if maybe he heard her wrong , but it seems like his hearing is doing perfectly fine . "a goat ?" licks his lips , refraining from showing the surprise on his face before masking it with a laugh . truth be told , he'd get her one if that's what she really wanted . watching her with it , it did something he couldn't quite decipher . or maybe he just refused to . "i think if that's what you want , you should look into adopting one ." there's a pause . "i have an apartment upstate , you can keep them there ."
open starter from bambi dugray, closed.
mid day, horseback riding.
“it’s a good thing you don’t have to brush or feed me after riding me ,” she comments over her shoulder, running a comb through her horse’s mane . “otherwise , we’d both be dead .” the corner of her mouth lifts into a smirk , enough to show she’s joking . “c’mon . don’t be scared , it won’t eat you .”
BAMBI DUGRAY TAKES THE LIE DETECTOR TEST WITH VANITY FAIR
let’s begin. what is your first name and what bar are we in ?
the song boys wanna be her by peaches is blaring through her headphones when she takes a seat . “bambi ,” crossing one leg over the other to get comfortable , she showcases the rip in her tights that reveal a healing bruise on her knee while turning off the music , “we’re in bar manhattan .”
great, thank you. and what is today’s date?
checks her phone to make sure she has the day right , “thursday, march 26th.”
just one more: what is the name of the gossip column currently trending in manhattan?
she hums , finding herself getting restless already , “uh , what’s batman’s sidekick again ?” snaps her fingers , thinking long but not hard . “mm , robin .”
good enough. let’s jump right into it.
have you ever canceled important plans because you couldn’t find the right outfit?
“you can just call me lizzie mcguire because i am , in fact , an outfit repeater . y’know … nothing wrong with a little rinse , repeat .” since it’s 4 am by the time she ever makes it home , “change your hair up though and that’ll be a new outfit altogether .” the make up , however , always stays on . she glances over to the proctor and waits for them as they put their thumb up causing bambi to smile.
what’s the most awkward thing you’ve been caught doing?
“sneaking out of a hook up's bedroom window ,” shrugs , eyeing the interviewer before shooting them a grin . “he shouldn’t have left it unlocked . besides , the front door had a code and though usually , i would finesse it out of them , i had no chance between the time we entered and the moment he took off my clothes.”
what’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told?
“who lies anymore these days ?” the leg crossed over the other sways back and forth . the equivalent to bambi tapping her fingers impatiently against the table . the results are inconclusive .
have you ever leaked drama to robin hood to get them off your back? would you?
“you do what you gotta do to survive ,” is her only response . in short , though not proven : yes and yes .. the proctor nods their head .
have you ever kissed more than one person in the same evening? more than two?
her leg stops and she uncrosses her legs to sit up a little straighter , “do brothers count ?” glances around the room like someone else will have an answer for her before she grins , putting her hands up in mock surrender , “they were in on it , swear .”
are you happy with your career?
“it pays the bills ,” bills her father is ten seconds away from piling on , cutting her off for good if she continues down the path she’s currently on . but she holds her tongue , “my mom taught me everything i know .” deflect , deflect , deflect . pretend and never give them anything more . the results are inconclusive.
could you see yourself in manhattan for the rest of your life?
she swallows to wet her mouth , running her tongue along her teeth . counts down the seconds until she’s able to get out of there and light herself a cigarette ... maybe get a drink . “i don’t see myself anywhere for a long time .” she’s got her running shoes on permanently . “however , new york is home . it always will be .” the truth.
what’s your favorite hobby?
this question peaks her attention though she brushes it off like it’s nothing . probably because she’s afraid of revealing too much of herself in one sitting , “cards . growing up in a casino , you learn a thing or two . and i’m not just talking solitaire .”
this or that, rapid fire:
gold or silver / coffee or tea / cook or order in / penthouse or brownstone / love or money / early bird or night owl / winter resort or coastal town / opera or ballet / give up caffeine or give up dessert / sweet or savory / plan ahead or live in the moment / bad haircut or bad dye job / disney world or las vegas / books or movies / saturday or sunday / pilates or running / vacation or staycation / tourist hotspots or hidden gems / horse track or race track / wine tasting or bar hopping / concert or comedian / superbowl game or halftime show / charity gala or charity work / book smarts or street smarts / logic or emotion / forgiveness or justice / truth that hurts or lie that soothes / follow tradition or pave your own way / private success or public recognition / always feel understood or always feel appreciated.
muscular arms cross against his chest as he watches the axe fly through the air towards the target, hitting the target with a firm thud, kettle corn thrown. ❝ not bad. little far from the center, but there's always your next throw. ❞
glitter feathers along the tops of her cheek bones from fall out , grabbing the ax back from where it landed before walking back over to the start . flashes a look over her shoulder , taunting as lips flushed with a burgundy shade tip into a smile , "you're right . do me a favor ? go stand over there and let me practice on you next , see if i get it this time ."
( Ꮺ ) the bar was in full bustle around him but his eyes stayed glued to his phone screen as he read stats, notifications, and caught up on texts that had been sitting there for months at that point. “ you won't get fast service over here, ” tyler began when he felt someone sit next to him, “ bartender is covering their area and the other's without help. if you want something quick, might want to go to the other side. ”
she places both their drinks down in front of her before sharing a smile , crossing one leg over the other , "perks of being friends with the owner ." not to mention her many , many heyday's a few years ago after college . this place became a sanctuary over time , away from the eyes and ears of everyone in the city . though , the media was never far and robinhood was always around the corner . "figured you to be a scotch kind of guy ... if i'm wrong , i guess you can continue waiting for chris ," the bartender , "to come back ."
never in rosalia’s twenty seven years had fashion failed her. until today. stuck in a dress in an upscale boutique with flushed cheeks, a light sheen peeking through her makeup, and a zipper that wouldn’t budge. “ no , no , no. ” a soft spoken, slightly panicked mantra that was repeated with every failed attempt to reach, and release the metal teeth from the fabric. a deep breath was inhaled through her nose and released past her lips, calming herself and disturbing the errant dark strands that were ticking her face before her head poked out from behind the curtain. “ i’m sorry , ” a gentle plea. “ my zipper is stuck , do you mind . . . ? ”
frankie's been searching up and down the strip for something to wear tonight , coming across the small boutique and fighting the internal battle of what to purchase . was just about to give up , having put down a dress about fifteen minutes ago when femme peaks out wearing the exact same one . "see , now this is why i didn't get it -- looks so much better on you ," smiles up at her before approaching , "i hope you plan on buying it . it was made for you ." gently coaxing her to turn to focus on the zipper , she helps by tugging it upwards to release the fabric it snagged and easing it down the middle . "there ."
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 : closed starter for frankie stevens !
𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : racetrack on the outskirts of the city .
𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 : @dogsrottens .
door of the sports car swings shut , the thud of the latch echoing . lips dare to quirk , anticipating a reaction out of the other . one hand tucked into the front pocket of his jeans as he approaches while the other gestures to the spectacle before them . front seat held their helmets ; stylish and very much necessary . “ what ? you really thought i wouldn’t follow through ? ” blue eyes glint with just enough mischief to let frankie know she's in for the ride of her life .
she squints , palm placed just above her left eyebrow to cover the sun beaming above their heads to get a better look at homme .. and the car parked right beside him . lip purses in feigned thought , "you're not kidnapping me , are you ?" smiles afterward , reciting their previous conversation and breaking into a sprint towards him as a low squeal emits past lesser , excitement lingering in her chest as she hugs him . maybe consisted a little bit of nerves . "i'm not going to lie , i was worried you'd forget ," premature shrug as she pulls away before she's clasping palms together , "but i'm ready ."
snorts before she can help it, giving a roll of her eyes. " that doesn't even make any sense. i can't make faces, but you're going to ... what ? fight someone ? " such a sibling like thing to say that chi finds it more amusing than anything else. " i don't believe that, stop saying it. " demands sharply as if that will truly stop the issue, as if it wasn't something that filtered down from their parents onto all of them. " we stay out of each other's way. " the most she was willing to offer when she was having a good day, not needing that to taint it. " what happened this time ? "
"kill them ," corrects , "yes ," smiles akin to that of a cheshire cat before he's shrugging , brushing it off like he does everything else . it won't change how he feels , won't make up for the fact that their parents never should have conceived and they're both stuck with the aftermath of their selfishness . "nothing happened . i've been staying out of the media , so chances are they're going to either be happy or mad about it . either way , i don't care . what about you , anything you want to tell me ?"
⸻ she scrunched her nose: a habit that, in recent years, only appeared with a select few. “ oh, don’t be a child, ” she chided. were she not preoccupied by concern, she would’ve blushed at the insinuation. “ well, i guess i only came in to say hi. out for lunch or a meeting ? nothing i can steal you away from ? ”
he smiles then , shrugging . "you prompted the question , least you could do is answer it ." leaning back , he crosses his arms against his chest as means of holding himself back , gaze catching hers and waiting for the shoe to drop . "depends on what the incentive is ," tongue runs across lesser , "tell me , pip . what do you want to do with me ?"
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