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she wasn't sure what time it'd been – not that it mattered in all honesty, even if it were one in the afternoon that'd still be too early for her. an incredibly late night spent at selva had been to blame and herself of course, not that she would admit to such a thing as fault. when an all too familiar and cheerful voice broke through the silence, a small groan emitted from her throat, attempting to shut her eyes even tighter. " noooo, bed and sleep, please. " it would be to no avail, as lorraine ignored her request by hopping right onto the bed, almost akin to how she had once upon a time to her parents on christmas morning. defeated sigh breathing out, the bribery in treats did help a bit, one eye managing to open up. she had to hold back rolling them at the woman's antics, but played along for a moment. "mhm — you don't see him right there, " motioning to felix, her maine coon, who'd made himself comfortable on the pillow beside hers. " although he doesn't bring me champagne just demands for food so, i'd say you're title is safe, for the time being. "
a bubbly laugh left pink colored lips. “ traitor. “ she mused with a faux pout, before shaking the bed slightly. “ and here i thought there would be more RESPECT for his fairy godmum. “ she teased the cat, before tapping her lap in an attempt to coax him to her. “ no worries, he’ll remember who lets him sneak cat nip, when mum says no. “ she declared as she propped herself up on the bed, head resting on her shoulders as her feet kicked up into the air. “ that promise of food won’t last FOREVER you know, i’ve had offers ⸺ who’s to say you won’t be the one that must compete for my attention some day in the future hmm? “ reaching for the brunette’s arm she pulled lightly. ‘ up, up, up ‘ she mused like a child excited to run down stairs to see what santa had brought. “ come on, i brought your favorite. “
" it's meant to be a ' life's better on land ' kind of thing but . . . i never really understood going nautical for a baby shower ⸺ or for anything , really . . . but to each their own , " always tried to have an open mind when it came to her client's preferences , but if there was anything she learned in this business it was that taste certainly could not be bought . the more she stares at it the more she considers that getting rid of the evidence is not entirely a bad idea , momentary ripple of guilt over destroying someone's work quickly brushed aside in favor of the fact that the product she paid for was far from the one she received . " you know what ⸺ you're right , i can't look at this anymore , " head shakes , eyes glancing around the room for the stack of pens she'd left on a table not more than a few feet away . " think you could be keep a steady hand with a pen instead of a dart ? " she asks , plucking one from the stack and offering it out for the taking . " what do you say ? maybe it'll be cathartic , seems like we both need it . . . " corners of her mouth pull to a smirk , playful , though the look in her eyes means nothing other than business .
“ sounds to me like they’re getting a head start on lying to the child. “ the blonde muses with a light scrunch of her nose. “ maybe they do deserve the BAD decor. “ she added with a snort, giving away just how unserious she’d been about the observation. still dark eyes looked around the space, and she took a step forwards to reach one of the already set up tables, a manicured hand lightly trailing over the chosen cutlery. “ no account for sense, i suppose. “ she added with a quirk of her brow, only to smile about a second later. “ how about a fork? “ she questioned, reaching for the silverware on the table. “ just call it, poseidon enacting his revenge. “ glad to see that her idea had NOT fallen on a dead ear, she giggled excitedly. “ anything can be turned into a DANGEROUS weapon if you try hard enough. “ and in this case? the tacky balloons where the ones in peril. now if only she could take the time and assign several names to each one. “ and how about some mood music? first one to finish their side wins? loser buys some very well deserved drinks yes? “
it wasn't every day that it rained in monaco. especially when her and all of her favorite friends where on her family's yacht for the day. she had organized this years bubbles, truffles and caviar. the forecast said nothing about rain. the perfectionist in her was starting to simmer in her chest, right beside her heart. as her friends linger towards the inside cabin, a few enjoy the downpour. the smiles on their faces bring her back to when she was a child. always swimming when it rained, it was one of her favorites. slowly, fingers find her most expensive jewelry to put aside. a look of pure mischief crosses her lovely pink lips. two hands reach for the bottom of her dress, lifting, and tossing aside. ❝ who's going to join me? ❞
♡˚₊· 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: the monaco sea.
a day of ignoring responsibilities, was the blonde’s personal idea of HEAVEN. ' the world won't fall apart if your put your phone down ' a phrase engrained into her brain by her BEST FRIEND ⸺one that she still found herself repeating, as she walked around a yacht with an always full drink in hand. dark eyes, focused on the sea horizon, as the ocean breeze blew her hair into her face her attention was only captured when the sound of the ‘ host’s. voice ' reached her. a bemused look quickly formed on the CEO'S features one that quickly broke into an admiring smile. " and end up on the FRONT page? " she called out with a shake of her head. her family had had enough headlines to last a life time. " then again, i might consider it if you can convince me, put those persuasive skills to the test yes? "
a laugh — a chuckle — eases past parted lips , an airiness coloring the expression when keon wraps his fingers around the handle of a glass he once offered & has now been decidedly returned . sweat already beading on the outside frame , droplets forming a ring on the wooden counter before he's lifting the glass & marrying the rim to his mouth . he takes a swig . doesn't bat an eye at the taste of ginger & vodka , offended on the moscow mule's behalf when he elongates his neck , presents his adam's apple , and sips the drink again . making a show of it , as he always does , because he finds it amusing whenever the other watches . 〝 you'd achieve better results if you shouted ‘ cuff me ’ , darling , seeing as that's what you think i've done to get you here , 〞 he says once setting the glass back down , quick to flag the bartender in their direction so he can procure the merlot lorraine predictably wants , 〝 in actuality though , dear rory , i haven't cuffed you . it's you who's cuffed your own enjoyment , 〞 and then he dawns a smile when the bartender approaches , easing his body weight onto the counter as he flirts the idea , 〝 merlot , please . aged & beautifully fine , 〞 a wink catching his eye , the bartender humoring him with one in return before they're turning around to reach for the red wine .
the much coveted glass of red was placed in front of her almost instantly and a pointed glare formed on the blonde’s features if ‘ looks could kill ‘ the man would have dropped about a minute into the FIRST time they met. manicured fingers closed into a tight fist as her lije of sight followed the ‘ flattered ‘ bartender agree to the request made, an action that made her settle in her seat. “ oh did you not? must have confused my recurring nightmare for reality then. “ she mused with a tilt of her chin. now lorraine, was more than OPEN to ‘ fun ‘ but ‘ reckless abandon ‘ only worked when controlled. the sort of spontaneous that allowed her to predict the outcome, that’s where the heiress lived ⸺ and she was quite comfortable in that reality, usually. “ but do tell me dearest buffoon when you talk do you actually hear it or is it just a ROARING in your ears? “ her tone was light, meant to tease but her features expressed seriousness, call it a determined resistance against admitting she was partially enjoying herself. finally she reached for the glass, fingers gracefully wrapping themselves around the slender stem of her wine glass, which was lifted towards her lips, a small sip taken before she ser it down. “ just curious. “
GILMORE GIRLS REWATCH ↳ “A-Tisket, A-Tasket” (2x13)
⤷ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed , 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: buddha bar , :𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: keon sims
“ absolutely not. “ the blonde whined a slam of her hand against, the bar table she shouldn’t have agreed to visit in the first place. “ that smells foul and looks like piss ⸺ you drink it. “ she petulantly declared with a glass shoved forwards and away from her. as far as ‘ unwinding ‘ went this definitely wasn’t the way to do it. the ceo heiress pictured herself having a simple night, a bubble bath, her cats and the comfiest silk pijama set she owned were all in order. only pushed aside, because she’d been ‘ challenged ‘ more like manipulated into doing so. “ i’d have better luck drinking from a toilet bowl. “ she dramatized on, nose scrunched as chin tilted upwards in clear disdain. “ now either get me the glass of merlot i was PROMISED or i’ll scream ‘ kidnap ‘ in the middle of this bloody bar. “
𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶: @redstr1ngs !
⤷ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed , 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: rosalia's home , :𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: rosalia solis
“ rise and shine, BELOVED rose! “ the blonde’s english accent was sing songy in nature as she sauntered into her best friend’s room, with a gleeful skip. so perhaps she should have announced herself, but what fun would that be? especially when the element of surprise was far more effective? “ champagne, tea and sweets are calling our name. “ she’d brought a bean feast with her, because nothing screamed healthy coping more than eating her way through a pile of english sweets. jumping on top of the brunette, the blonde gently patted the sheets like an overly excited child. “ keep snoring like that and i’ll start believe you’ve forgotten me. “ she rambled with a pout, before a dramatic gasp leaves her. “ that’s it isn’t? i’ve been replaced? “ now had she’s really been prepared she would have had ‘ my heart will go on ‘ playing on her phone speaker as she continued. “
𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶: @velvctred !
⤷ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed , 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: carré d'or , :𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: andre salles.
“ oi toad! “ the blonde mused loudly as she took a step in front of the person who was currently competing for his attention, waving a hand in dismissal, doe eyes focused on the target she’d acquired. “ you’re familiar with all things rude, crude and immature ⸺ what in the bloody hell do i do to ENTERTAIN a sixteen year old boy? “ freddie, her beloved kid brother has insisted on traveling with her, citing the need to get away and she of course was a mush who agreed. granted she should have probably gone to anyone else for help with such a dilemma, but when desperate, LAST resorts were always the solution you settle for. besides she’d seen the last hint of light leave the kid’s eyes when she suggested he spend the day in the office with her. “ if i so much as hear the word alcohol ⸺ i’m pushing you into traffic. “ not that she might just do for fun, but that was a desire best left untold, for now.
𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶: @errctum !
HANNAH DODD — for Chanel Couture in Paris via Josh Knight
I’m afraid we have a far more urgent problem.
nothing she'd experienced so far could match the deep seeded feeling of embarrassment that crept across her face at the realization that she'd been speaking out loud to the wrong pair of listening ears . " god , i'm so sorry you just had to hear all of that ⸺ last time i checked it was my assistant standing right there . . . but your idea's not a bad one actually , " pen held between her fingers is raised to tap against her lip , a much needed laugh drawn from her mouth at the tease . " definitely don't want to be leaving this place with a lawsuit , some of these people get scratches on their louboutins at the venue and threaten to sue me for god knows why , " she wishes that was a joke , but the amount of money she's drained on lawyer fees to resolve petty issues is more than she'd like to admit . “ do you think i could sell alice in wonderland as a baby shower theme though ? they were going for an under the sea thing so maybe i can call those crooked balloons . . . coral . . . ? “ eyebrows furrow , mentally somewhat defeated , ” or i could just pop the whole thing and pretend i never even saw it . ”
a subtle but amused smiled, formed on her features, followed by an upwards tilt of her chin. " happens to the BEST of us, i've been locked in an office so often these days, i've started talking to picture frames. " she offered the anecdote as a dismissal of an apology that wasn't needed. " ah so it's more of an ' ariel, the human world is a mess ' sentiment? " the question wasn't exactly one that needed an answer so the blonde continued on. " there is that oyster scene... granted, they were eaten ⸺ and there's your menu? " she added with a roll of her shoulders, dark eyes sparkling slightly at the next suggestion. " if this is your way of offering up a rousing game of darts, i accept. " there were more than a few heads she could pretend to pop , out of sheer frustration anyway. " in fact, i'd go on and wager a few quid for my accuracy. "
⌗ 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 , private event space .
" i don't know ⸺ something still looks off , " one could not even begin to fathom how much of the day amara had spent wasting time with her stare , head tilted in hopes that a crooked point of view might provide some clarity on just why this balloon arch suddenly looked so . . . well , crooked . " ugh , if i wanted something to look this cheap i'd have done this myself with a kit off of amazon ⸺ you would not even believe how much we paid for this . with the prices they're charging i'm starting to think i'm in the wrong business , " and she means that genuinely , a frantic hand flipping through marked pages of her notebook , trying to find the number to someone she can chew out in the name of poor craftsmanship . " i'm sorry . . . i know we're supposed to head out soon but i'll just be a second , did you decide what you wanted to do for lunch ? i'm free for the rest of the afternoon until this starts so we have plenty of time . . . but we might need to stop at le rouge for a drink before i rip someone's head off . "
how'd she'd stumbled upon an EVENT deeply in the ' planning ' stage surely could be counted as a talent ⸺ or perhaps it was an incredible case of ' right place, right time? ' sure, that spin made sense in the blonde's head. " i dunno, i think you could sell it. " she began, with a tilted head of her own. " just assign ' alice falling through the looking glass ' as the theme for the night. " add a couple of loose white rabbits and the bait might even work on her. curiosity did kill the cat after. all, and what more proof did rory need than the mere fact that she was standing in a room she had no BUISNESS being in. " or alternatively, poke every guest in one eye, and hand out some eye patches. " a muted laugh left rose colored lips, as a small inhale pulled her breath in. " charge extra, for the bruise. "
#𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 , 4:45 pm @ la lacune.
" i think it's sexy, " lamp's cord emits an echoey clatter as it strikes against concrete flooring, plugging in light source as stained glass shade paints the floor in an array of different colors. " the whole ... tortured artist thing. i'm not talking about the people who make it disgustingly cliché, though ⸻ that's when it becomes a performance. " and if anyone knew how to spot a fake, it was audra. she could say thanks to all of her years of people-watching, if you could even call it that; it left her wondering if she studied others too deeply. rising from crouched position, she saunters over to lounge chaise, settling herself down with a sigh. " a self-proclaimed tortured artist came into the gallery talking about the dichotomy of a new piece ... it was literally a picture of a guy's dog during golden hour. " she rolls her eyes, narrowing them at the other. " like, is it a thing to just pull words out of our asses, now ? "
" is that animal discrimination i hear ? " the blonde questioned with a scrunch of her nose, arms folded over a perfectly beaten up and overfilled birkin bag, doe eyes scrunched slightly before she spoke again. " sounds to me like you've just crushed that poor dog's dream. " she finished with a shake of her head ⸻ a small smile forming on rose colored lips. " i think, it was simply meant to illustrate the brevity of life, through a pure lens. " she'd done her upmost at keeping a straight FACE but the tug of her lips betrayed her and then came the burst of laughter. " laugh my dear, otherwise i'll think i'm seconds away from being thrown out. "
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