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evie o'brien | 23 | waitress at sunny maria's cafe

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soleilfournier‌:

     If he was supposed to recognize the tune, he didn’t. If anything, he just shoved her gently, shaking his head. “What is so wrong with the word fuck…?” Fuck was one of Soleil’s favorite words in English. It could be used in so many different situations, it was a flexible term. The French had multiple different words to mean what the English just used fuck for, so he didn’t understand why anyone would use anything but. He didn’t take children around into account - he never really had. Nine times out of ten, Soleil blocked children from his thoughts. He was not a fan of them, and he didn’t know why he’d adjust his behavior around them. It wasn’t as if they’d never hear the word fuck in their lifetimes. 

     He was grateful for Evie and her friendship, and he understood when she was trying to pay him a compliment, but he didn’t particularly want to start another fight about how art theft wasn’t something to be proud of. He’d tried dropping hints to Gabriel time after time that he’d reproduce any art Gabriel wanted him to, but he supposed he’d been far too subtle, because the art theft continued. Not that he wanted Evie to be out of a job, but weren’t there other things that could be stolen for Damien? He pursed his lips to the side slightly as he walked away from his painting on the wall, trying not to think about someone ever trying to steal his art. If he was long-dead, sure, whatever. But stealing art of artists who are struggling to survive in this hell of a city was cruel. Soleil loved New York - don’t assume otherwise - but he knew that it would be difficult to survive on an artist’s pay alone. He was grateful for the assistance his parents provided him.

     Soleil rolled his eyes at Evie’s nervous laughter. “Mhm…” he murmured, looking over at her. “Just because you are roommates, right… you absolutely hate being in front of Tyler’s lens, despise being the only thing he’s concentrating on for hours at a time.” He was teasing her in the most friendly way he could. He knew how Evie felt about Tyler - it was obvious to him, and it had been since they were all in school. It was almost ridiculous that Tyler couldn’t see it - and just the same that Evie couldn’t see that Tyler felt the same way for her. Evie even checked off both of Tyler’s requirements: older and beautiful. That thought made him chuckle to himself - Evie wasn’t the sort of older that Tyler usually meant, but she was, technically, older than him. “Thank you - I appreciate you attempting to help, but do not put in too much effort for my sake… I am sure there is someone who would be willing.”

     When they arrived, Soleil realized that the restaurant was higher-end than he’d been expecting. While in college, they’d never even think about coming to this place. Soleil could have afforded it, sure, but Evie? No way. Art theft paid more than art itself, it seemed. He tried not to work himself up at his own thoughts as they were led up to a rooftop seating area. Looking around, he nodded. “It is beautiful…” He took his seat across from her, reaching for his menu as he leaned back in his chair. Melanie. He’d heard about her time and time again from Evie, though he’d never had the pleasure of meeting the woman. He’d never met most of the high-up Corsicans. He’d tried, numerous times, but never fully succeeded. He appreciated Gabriel and all that he did, of course, but he had joined up with them to create a second family in New York, and that didn’t seem to be happening. Maybe it was because he was stuck in his studio for such extended periods of time every day. Maybe it was for other reasons. What did he know? “Well… you know I trust you. So I suppose I trust her, as well - if you trust someone, so do I… It is truly beautiful. A view like no other.”

Evie tried her best to contain her laughter, “fuck is a good word, I’ll give you that. You can add that anywhere into a sentence and change the entire meaning. It’s fun, but boink, it just… Describes the exact way I feel about it,” she shrugged. She just liked the sound of it, wasn’t even sure where she had picked it up from. It made everything less serious. Fuck was a serious word, but for someone who was actively trying to avoid serious contexts boink seemed to combat that.

Serious contexts such as the very one she was trying desperately to skirt around. She knew that if there was anyone who knew about her true feelings for Tyler, it was Soleil. She didn’t try to hide it around them, not when her crush first started developing. She always considered herself a closer friend to Tyler, even when the three of them were fooling around with each other she was sure she had only agreed to it so that she could get closer to him. It was only after they discovered Tyler’s affair that he drove a wedge between the three friends and Evie found herself confiding more in Soleil. She was jealous by nature, and often that jealousy was displayed through impulsive acts. There was no hiding her feelings from Soleil though.

“Yep. Only because of the roommate thing and nothing else that you said,” she gave him a quick nod. She didn’t like talking about feelings. It was probably the whole reason why she had gotten into this mess with Tyler in the first place. “We are just roommates,” she repeated back to him, trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince him. Even if she knew that wasn’t the truth and would deny it, but the soft blush that had painted it’s way on the apples of her cheek would suggest otherwise. “You could put up a Craigslist add, although you may have to sort through all of the crazy people. You know what, don’t do that. I’m sure if you just put the thought out into the universe that something will come your way.”

The restaurant they were at was one that Evie would only dream of going to, but working with Damien meant that she could dream anything and have it at the snap of her fingers. She wasn’t entirely sure how she gained his trust or how she worked herself into being his favorite little thief, but she wouldn’t do anything to change that or betray his trust. Not when he had been the only fatherly figure in her life. She remembered how it felt to lose that the first time she had messed up with her first family that gave a shit about her. She would do anything to ensure that she would never lose his trust in her.

Evie offered her friend a small smile, “you’ll have to meet her sometime, I’m sure she’ll absolutely love you. I can text her and see if she wants to meet sometime this week if you want?” she suggested. She wasn’t sure how it had happened, but she was quite close to a lot of people who were higher up in the Corsicans. Everlee didn’t want to leave Soleil behind considering she only knew about them through him, but he didn’t like what she had been involved with, so it was harder for her to be with him when she was with them. “Okay so, and you don’t have to agree with this, but I was thinking we could split some things so that we can try as much possible. I’m totally fine with bringing home leftovers too, I’m sure Tyler will love me for bringing back some good food. It’ll be better than the hot pockets and frozen pizzas we have at home. But we can get a few entrees and just split it between us? Unless you find something you’re dead set on getting in which case, I’ll just stick with the salmon and the mimosas.”

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charles-rothschild‌:

Charles, despite his obvious narcissism and pompous look, would like to prefer to spend his morning outside of his penthouse by visiting a local cafe shop nearby. He first made it a habit one time when his butler wasn’t available one day and he was too lazy to make himself a coffee for himself. “Morning, sunshine.” Charles entered the shop nonchalantly and went to the counter.  He always had to make a scene, with people staring as he walked through the door. For some uncertain circumstance, he had earned himself a friend. Particularly Evie, who he seemed bright for a girl at her age. Charles had a lot of younger female friends, partly on the basis the he was used to having his younger sister around that he knew how to handle a young girl when he met one. Well, an adult girl, that is to say, he can handle as well but that’s on a different level.  “I just spent my whole afternoon last night studying about Kant’s deontological moral theory.” Charles exclaimed. “It’s pretty psych.” He said, taking out a hard bound leather book from his coat and giving it to her, “Here, I bought you a copy.” He said before taking his coffee and sitting at his usual table. 

Charles asked her about his day, and apparently that was enough to trigger some of his frustrations in life. “Fucking tabloids spreading lies about me having Chlamydia.” Charles snarled, looking at his newspaper as she sat across him. “Like it’s stopping women from having sex with me. This is stupid.” He said, exasperated. The media was full of shit about him from the moment he started dating some women outside the elite circle. Those women are bland, lacks substance and too full of themselves, he’s had enough of them. “This writer better wish he stays anonymous before I break his skull with my fist.”

Evie wasn’t sure how she even became friends with Charles. He was leagues ahead of her when it came to certain subjects. Like the one he had just brought up for example. She gladly took the book from him, smiling as she gripped onto the binding and flipped the book around a few times to see if it meant anything to her. Even if she had taken a philosophy class when she was in college, the only thing she knew about Kant was that he was a philosopher. Evie wasn’t sure she would ever even read the book, but she would keep it because it was a gift. “You’re going to have to give me a little bit of a crash course on Kant for me to know anything about him. The only thing I know about him is that he’s Chidi’s favorite philosopher on the Good Place but after that I’m completely clueless,” she admitted to him as she followed him to his seat.

Her brows raised in shock when he started telling her how his week had been going. “Chlamydia?!” She asked shocked, leaning on her elbows as she settled herself into what was bound to be a very long conversation she had no business really being a part of. She rolled her eyes at his next statement. “Sure, somehow I don’t believe that every woman is going to read the tabloids and stop having sex with you. Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?” Her features softened for a moment, “and if they are someone who believes everything they read in those things, you’re probably better off not sleeping with them,” Evie pointed out, knowing that if she had her name spread across tabloids that she wouldn’t want anything to do with anyone who believed an ounce of what they had said. “Isn’t there that saying like… Any press is good press? Maybe you just have to look at it from a different light, that’s all. And maybe stay away from breaking skulls with fists.”

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tylermaddoxx‌:

“I’m surprised my stomach didn’t keep you awake.” His shoulders relaxed and Tyler leaned back against the counter. His phone was tucked away into his pocket and he happily let himself become a pillow once again for Everlee. He’d be anything for her if she’d asked, honestly. It wasn’t out of pity, but just out of pure compassion and sympathy. The last thing that Tyler ever wanted to do was to demean or undermine how far Everlee has gotten in life, but if there was anything he could do to make her life going forward just a little be easier, whether it be just a human pillow for her to rest her head or a second name on the lease so a New York apartment could be affordable, he would do it. There was just something about her that made him want to protect her, to keep her safe from whatever life would throw at her.

Tyler wrapped his hands around her small frame, pulling her in. He wasn’t in the position to move her so he could rest his head on top of hers, but he leaned back and pressed his nose against her hair. “You smell good,” he said, absentmindedly, as if the kitchen wasn’t slowly being filled with the aroma of his reheated food. “It’s just the leftovers from the other night I went out to dinner. There’s still a chicken wrap in the fridge, I think, if you’re hungry. Microwaving leftovers seemed like a better plan than ordering from Postmates. Didn’t want to wait or cause more noise than necessary.” He could still feel the length of the day weighing him down, but for right now, everything was fine. There was food for him to eat and probably one of the best people he knew being held in his arms and everything was just good.

“You know, I had been dreaming that there was an earthquake and now it all sort of makes sense,” she could feel herself sort of waking up again. Evie wasn’t ever the kind of person that needed a whole lot of sleep. In fact, she found that she functioned better if she took quick bursts of naps. Plus, she felt like if she wasn’t doing something she was wasting time. The girl had a lot of idle time on her hands when she was younger, the orphanage wasn’t exactly the place where you could do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. She liked to think that if she had a stable home life growing up that maybe she would’ve been able to do stuff she enjoyed. Everlee had a lot of missed time to make up for though, and that meant no time for sleep.

Tyler felt comfortable. They were close, they lived together, they spent their hours alone together. But there were many things she didn’t share with Tyler. It wasn’t like she was purposely trying to distance herself from him, she just didn’t say everything she was involved with to him in a fear that she could possibly lose him. It was the very reason she was never quite honest with her feelings. Deep down, she knew that he felt something from her, it was evident in the way he absentmindedly told her she smelt good. Breathing her in when she was so close to him. But doubt riddled her mind even to this day. The doubt that he had only kept her around for some reason she couldn’t even come up with. She scrunched her nose in disgust, “ew, that doesn’t sound good right now,” she shifted her position so her chin was resting on his shoulder to look up at him. “I kind of want waffles. Are you super set on having those leftovers?” She asked, knowing that he would know she was suggesting they leave their little apartment to go to a 24 hour diner to fulfill her needs.

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soleilfournier‌:

      Rolling his eyes at her words, Soleil nudged their shoulders together. “I cannot believe I am still friends with you… who actually uses the word ‘boinked’?” Evie was very… American, to Soleil. She was a kind of girl that he never expected himself to be friends with growing up. He loved her, of course, just as much as he loved Tyler, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t take him off-guard somedays, even to this day. He nodded again as she said that she would pry all of the details out of him. He knew that that likely wasn’t the case - there were some things about him that even Tyler and Evie didn’t know about his sex life. Those things that remained between himself and a partner. It wasn’t that he was ashamed to talk about them, he just preferred to keep some details secretive.

     He gave her a smile when she told him that she could see what he was going for in his art. His aesthetic was relatively undefined previously - he hadn’t described it out loud to anyone before, but he was glad that Evie understood - and saw - what he was saying. She had studied art history, she knew what she was talking about, and, therefore, it was easy to accept the compliment. If she was just his friend who was trying to appease him through compliments, he might not have listened so easily. The one compliment that she actually attempted to give him made him bristle. He understood that that’s what Evie did for a second income, that stealing art for the Corsicans earned her respect and some money, but he hated the thought of it. There were artists out there, artists just like him, whose hard work, dedication, time, and effort were going to waste because Evie was stealing their completed results. Those artists might not have had the expendable income that Soleil did thanks to his parents. To him, art theft was a heinous crime, and it wasn’t something he liked to joke about. So, he just nodded, turning away from his painting, taking a deep breath. He didn’t want to start a fight with his friend today.

     “Oh - you have enough time to do that between work and modeling for Tyler?” he teased, raising his eyebrows. He knew that there was a good amount of Tyler’s pictures that were comprised solely of Everlee. Soleil never thought that he photographed well, so he didn’t mind that Tyler often used her as his subject. He was also surprised when she spoke about the Corsicans so openly. Even when he was around Gabriel, Soleil didn’t speak of them like that. It wasn’t like he knew very many people involved with the mafia - it was mostly just Gabriel - but, even then, he wasn’t about to go up to them and ask them to model nude for him. He’d find models soon enough. 

     He followed her out of his loft, only pausing to lock the door, his eyes darting to his studio next door before dragging himself away from temptation and out onto the streets with Evie. He’d gotten used to the sounds of the city in his six years living there, so he easily followed along with the conversation without asking Evie to speak up. “I will make sure you order what you want,” he promised. He’d always been able to hold his alcohol better than his friends, but that was likely because of the age he’d started drinking compared to them. It was odd, moving to America at first, because, when he first started college, he’d been legally allowed to drink in both France and Italy, but in America, he had to wait just over an additional two years to do so. He’d be able to handle his bottomless mimosas just fine - at least until the point that he no longer needed to.

“Me, I just did. I boink you, you boink me. We’re a boinking family,” she sang in a sing song voice to him, the smile never leaving her face. However weird she could get, she was just glad that Soleil was there for her. She wasn’t exactly sure how they became friends, they didn’t exactly fit the mold of two people who would would think of being friends. If she did have friends when she was growing up, she was almost certain that she wouldn’t have talked to him. But she thought back to how the three of them met, at a lunch table with zero idea how to actually interact with other people. How circumstance brought them all together and they worked on their relationships to make things work out for them. Now five years later, she didn’t know what she would do with herself if she didn’t have Soleil as her best friend.

One thing they had common ground on was the fact that they both loved art. After that discovery, it was easier to bridge other gaps in the differences. Trying to talk to Tyler about physical paintings was almost like speaking to a brick wall, though he tried his best. She knew that she could have her longest conversations about all of the art in the world with Soleil and he would stay up with her until the sun slowly edged its way into the sky simply going on and on about art. It brought them together, cemented the foundation of one of the greatest friendships she had to this day. Even if there were beats between them, small disagreements they had like the way he had simply smiled at her compliment. She would’ve normally challenged him on it, but not today. Not when everything else had already gone so horribly wrong. She was also scared of losing him as a friend. Soleil to her was kind of a hard person to read in that respect. She didn’t really know how to gage where he was at in their relationship, he was more private than she was. Evie had always just chalked it up to him being French and didn’t question it much after that.

Everlee laughed nervously for a moment, “Tyler and I spend a lot of time together. It’s just one of the things you do as roommates,” she shrugged. “You know how much time we had when we were all living together to just fuck around,” she tried to play it off like it was something that they just casually did. Like she didn’t want to be the subject of most of Tyler’s photos, even if she secretly loved every bit of it. Evie loved the attention of the camera, but it was the person behind the camera whose attention she loved more. Any and every excuse she could get to spend time with him would be one that Evie jumped on fast. “But I’ll be on the lookout for you. I’m sure there are plenty of people in this city who are willing to get naked in front of you, I mean I know I have,” she teased.

It didn’t take them long to arrive to the place Evie had wanted to try. It was a higher scale restaurant, but they both had money to spend. It was the nicer thing about getting her primary income from the Corsicans. Damien had always practically thrown money at her and it seemed that any other wealthier person she had ever come into contact with also was willing to give her things without her having to ask. It was starkly different from how she grew up, but it was nice to not have to worry about where her next meal would be coming from or if there was going to be a roof over her head. They were escorted to a table on the roof, one with a beautiful view of the skyline of the city. “Oh my god, it’s gorgeous up here,” she mused taking a look around as they settled into their seats. “Melanie told me about this place and of course I believe her probably more than anyone else when it comes to having good taste.”

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averycrxss‌:

@eeveeobrien // closed.

“Watch out!” 

It was one of those moments in a movie where a free frame would happen, along with a record scratch, and a ‘yup, that’s me! Bet you’re wondering how I got here’ voiceover. Except this isn’t a movie, and all there is fear, adrenaline, a girl on roller skates, and a dog - and of course, the hill and the poor person she’s about to absolutely slam into. 

Avery has a perfectly good explanation for this. At least, she will when she doesn’t feel like her stomach is about to fly out of her body. She was twenty-three years old and here she was, hurtling down a hill on skates because hey if other adults could walk a dog and skate around the park, which was absolutely fucking hilarious, she could too. Avery was a millennial - people did this shit all the time. And hell, she used to be a great roller-skater.

When she was twelve. 

And she hadn’t even been that good - she twisted her ankle so bad she had to miss dance rehearsal for three weeks. How could she have forgotten that. 

The one thing she didn’t take into account was the dog. The ugly little mutt Kat had let her keep was… well, she liked to pull. And pull she did. IT was fun. Until the hill. Until she went too fast and let go of the leash so she didn’t bulldoze over the poor thing while she went hurtling downwards. The moment when she saw the girl - that’s when the freeze frame would happen. But almost comically, Avery shrieked right past her, just barely missing her as a bush broke her fall. 

Correction: that’s when the freeze frame would happen. 

A loud barking followed after her as Muffin had barreled after her -She didn’t mean to call her Muffin it just… happened. -b Good, loyal dog. Except instead of going to see if her owner, who was trying to fight her way out of the bush, was okay, she was sniffing at the almost-victim’s feet, happily wagging her tail.

“Ow. Sorry.”

Everlee had been alone that morning. Not at the fault of anyone else, she just wanted to enjoy her morning on her lonesome. Don’t get her wrong, she valued all of her friends and connections that she had now— it felt so damn good to have those kinds of people in her life. However; she had grown up on her own and she often found that when she really needed to think through something she couldn’t figure it out with everyone around. If there was too much noise, too many other voices talking to her she found that she didn’t have the ability to discern her own voice from everyone else.

She had been deep in her own head, wandering through the park trying to sort everything out. The thing she admired most about the city was the people in it. How they didn’t really give a damn about your existence because they were so wrapped up in their own. No one cared what you looked like or who you were. Not even what you were doing so long as you weren’t bothering them and they weren’t bothering you. Sure, it was a loud city, but there was peace.

Her peace was interrupted when she heard someone yelling at her telling her to watch out. She could see them, railing toward her at speeds she wasn’t entirely sure were possible for someone on roller-skates. Instead of moving out of the way, she froze almost completely. It would have been easy to just step out of the way, but something in Evie told her to stay right where she was standing because two moving parts might have caused for more destruction.

When the girl zoomed right past her barreling into a bush, the girl’s eyes went wide and for a moment she almost thought about going over to check to see if she was alright. But she was distracted when a dog came up to her feet, wagging its tail and panting happily. Evie knelt down, getting to the puppies level as she gave her pats, “whose a silly puppy,” she cooed to the dog. “Did you make your owner go into a bush?” She looked back up to the girl who didn’t look too hurt. “You took quite the fall over there. Thank god it had been the bush to break your fall and not me because we might’ve both been dead at the speed you were going.” She brought her attention back to the dog, scratching just behind her ear. “Do you take your dog for walks on skates often?”

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soleilfournier‌:

       “I see the problem that we have been having.” Once again, he refrained from mentioning Tyler. That was Evie’s problem. If only she listened to him when he encouraged her to speak up. He wasn’t truly sure about Tyler’s feelings for Evie - if they existed, if they didn’t exist - but he knew that Tyler cared about her as much as she cared about him. There was no doubt in Soleil’s mind that Tyler didn’t want to lose Evie from his life. So what would be the harm in telling him that she felt the way she did? “You will lose your mind if I do not have sex soon?” He laughed. “How are you to know when I have sex? Should I text you as soon as he or she finishes?” He’s teasing her, but it’s just playful banter. His sex is mostly meaningless. He has it because he enjoys it, not because he’s searching for a genuine connection with someone. He knew it was slightly abnormal, but he never claimed to be normal or anything close to it. He was a Frenchman in America who joined a mafia because he wanted friends. Well… he didn’t really join a mafia. But he affiliated himself with one.

     He nodded as she told him that brunch was her only plan for the day. She had worked that morning, so it didn’t surprise him too much that she kept her schedule rather open for the evening and night. She probably wanted to go to bed. He had no idea about when she worked and when she didn’t - Evie was the one who planned everything, while Soleil typically went with the flow of the day. He had missed his last meeting with Tyler because he’d been too engrossed with his art to pull away from it. He’d felt awful about it, of course, but that’s why he never relied on himself and himself alone to make plans, especially when painting. He could be so in to what he was doing that he blocked out the sound of an alarm reminding him to go. It was an issue when it came to stricter things (meetings with the Corscians, in particular), but, with Evie and Tyler, Soleil knew that he had a little more leeway.

      His shower was a quick one - most of the time spent was on his hair routine, as always. When he emerged dressed with his shirt still mostly unbuttoned, he saw her examining one of his newer paintings that he’d hung on the wall. He took the compliment for what it was - a compliment - as opposed to the jab he could’ve easily turned it into. The question made him smile as he tossed his towel in his hamper, walking over to her and the painting. “I am trying to combine the aesthetics of Romanticism with the colors of Impressionism. These pink and blue clouds… I adore painting skyscapes. Nighttime, daytime… and I do like doing portraits, still. Full-body nudity. Though it is more difficult to find models now that I am no longer being provided with one through the school.” He shrugged, turning away from the painting to finish getting ready. Socks, boots, most of the buttons on the shirt. “I am ready whenever you are.” He gave Evie a smile, going to grab his keys and wallet off of the side table.

A scoff left her mouth as she rolled her eyes. She nodded for a moment before confirming his statement. “I will lose my mind if you don’t have sex soon,” Everlee couldn’t help the smile that had crept its way onto her features. She pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “I think it’ll be like… A sixth sense or something. I’ll just be minding my business and suddenly the winds will change and I’ll just know. ’Soleil got boinked today,’” barely managing to make it through the entirety of her sentence before bursting into a fit of laughter. Of course that’s not how it would happen, but the mere thought of that happening in any circumstance was hilarious on its own. “But a text isn’t necessary. I’m sure you’ll let me know when I pry all of the dirty details out of you later.”

When Evie was left on her own, she let her thoughts consume her as she stared at one of his paintings. How the brushstrokes were effortlessly blended and meticulously placed, yet by no means were the precise. They seemed looser, but intentionally looser knowing that he purposefully painted it that way. Soleil had the kind of talent that Evie had always envied. It was the reason she had majored in art history rather than art itself. She didn’t possess any sort of artistic skill or ability, but she wanted to. She wished that she could have been good enough to be envied by artists around the world. Good enough to have works of art that were hung in museums and that other people sought after her paintings the way she had sought after theirs. It was perhaps the reason that she found herself taking and taking them to make up for what she lacked.

Her attention was turned back to him, smile never faltering for a moment before glancing back at the painting and giving it a silent nod. “I see that. I can see the intersections of both of them. Your style is very clearly romanticism, it emulates all of that same mystery and fervor that pieces from that era evoke,” she carefully examined it, pursing her lips. “But you have those characteristics of impressionism with the colors that express that depiction of light,” she paused before turning back to him. “I honestly love it, so dearly. If you weren’t my best friend I feel like this is definitely something I would steal,” knowing that it was probably the highest compliment from her.

“I would volunteer to model you know, all you have to do is ask nicely,” Evie explained as she went over to grab her bag she had thrown onto the ground when she dramatically came into his place. “Though I’m sure literally anyone from the Corsicans will agree to that. You know more than I do how the french like to be naked,” she teased him for a moment poking the small amount of skin exposed on his chest. “I’ve been ready my whole life,” she offered a cheeky grin before leading the way. They quickly made their way out of his apartment building and started walking down the bustling streets of Manhattan. “So this place apparently has the best salmon benedict with hollandaise sauce that’s to die for. So you know that’s exactly what I’m going to get. Hopefully the bottomless mimosas doesn’t cloud my judgement too much.

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in the attic of her body she kept secrets she couldn’t speak about until too drunk to keep them, would whisper “i’m dying” right before you fell asleep beside her.   she kept herself tidy. acted whole. made jokes that sometimes settled wrong, but made jokes until her tongue was numb.    there was always a very small delay between something happening and her smile, as if she had to remind herself to pull the strings, and it was agonizing.    she didn’t like the shadows inside her. they tasted of dust and too many nightmares. she didn’t like pouring them into other people’s hands. it was her burden to bear.

r.i.d (via persesphcne)

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👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

“You know sometimes there are moments when someone else picks the activity or whatever the plans are change. I guess I’m just a little controlling when it comes to that stuff. I pout for a little while because I’m known for planning everything out and all of my friends know I like it when things go a certain way. But secretly, the times when everything goes unexpected and I have no idea what’ll happen next... Those are the times and the memories I end up holding dearly in my heart. Even if I give a little fuss in the beginning.”

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@charles-rothschild // do you like your coffee well done or over easy?

Sunny Maria’s Cafe had become her home away from home. It was important for Everlee to have these kinds of places. She had to make up for the sixteen years she didn’t have a home. It was true that she didn’t need this job, a serving job with a minimum wage pay rate and customers who were entitled sometimes threw her for a loop. But she still loved everything about it. She loved the fast pace, her coworkers, and her regulars. There had been a few hidden jewels among the lumps of coal that would come in to try and ruin her day.

One in particular had been Charles. After about the third time he was there, he had always sat in her section and always ordered a coffee during a dead period in the restaurant. Every time after that, Evie took it upon herself to give him his coffee for free and she even would sit down with him and talk about anything and everything. From guy struggles to work struggles, Charles had become her guy for ranting for the duration of an hour. Even though she didn’t see him outside of the cafe, she still would consider him a friend, shoving him in her pocket like the rest of the people she had made connections with.

When he came in, she quickly prepared his coffee and brought it over to him, plopping into the booth opposite of him. “Well if it isn’t my favorite blonde guy here for his morning cup,” her smile practically beaming as she got comfortable taking off her apron. “Tell me how you’ve been, Charles.”

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Have you ever shoplifted?

“Hmm, no not that I can remember. And even if I had, it’s not exactly in to say you’re guilty of a crime in this city.”

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soleilfournier‌:

      He knew that there were times that Evie wished for him to live in the same apartment as herself and Tyler, but that just couldn’t be. Soleil valued his personal space far too much, and he needed a place to do his art. If he had accepted the offer to live in their apartment, his bedroom and studio would be in one tiny space, and he wouldn’t be able to fully develop his artwork to the extent he desired. Plus, Evie had just mentioned that she appreciated how close his loft was to her work when compared to her apartment. So, to Soleil, this was the best of both worlds. He got his space (well, his spaces, plural), and Tyler and Everlee could come in and out of his apartment whenever they wanted. Well… many people could. Tyler, Everlee, Damien, Gabriel… Do Not Duplicate, his keys had read when he first signed the leases for his two lofts. He had disregarded that almost immediately. He liked having people in his spaces. He liked sharing his spaces with those that he trusted. But, mostly, he liked having his own areas. College was the time to share spaces. Now that he had graduated, he was glad to have his own space once again.

      He laughed softly as she mentioned the fact that no one had been sleeping with them. He knew that, personally, he just hadn’t been getting out as much - he had a few commissions that he needed to finish, and his nights had been spent sleeping off the day’s work (or having discussions with people that he wouldn’t mention to very many others). And, for Everlee, Soleil had a feeling he knew why she hadn’t been sleeping with too many others, as well. He had a feeling that she still had feelings for Tyler. That she was still waiting for him, even subconsciously. He wouldn’t mention that, of course - that was up to her to figure out, for her to decide. “I agree - this math does not seem correct, although I have never been very good at math at all…” He was jabbing at himself - his marks in math had always been just scraping by passing. Art was his talent and his hobby, and he spent his free time watching French and Italian film as opposed to studying math. Either way - he did enjoy sex. And he did miss having it. But he supposed that that would come when it did (just like him). 

      Crinkling his nose up slightly when she touched it, he finally opened his eyes to look over at her. He raised his eyebrows at her when she said that she was fine with whatever – Soleil knew just as well as Evie that she wasn’t as fine with that as she said. She was never a person to just go with the flow; she always came over with an exact plan of what they were doing. That’s why he continued to be full of disbelief when she told him that she forgot the name of the bar that she wanted them to go to - there was absolutely no way that she didn’t have the name of the bar and the directions to said bar, as well as the exact duration of time it’d take for the two of them to get there. “Give me ten to fifteen minutes to get ready?” he asked, finally sitting up to begin to make his way out of bed. “I would go to brunch with you. I will buy.” He finally made his way to his dresser, sorting through it to find what clothes he’d wear to lunch. “Feel free to help yourself to anything before we leave… I will get dressed in the bathroom… after I shower…” He never left the loft in the morning without a shower. Evie knew that already, but he couldn’t help himself. “But I will be right out, oui?”

Even though Soleil didn’t chose to live with her and Tyler, she supposed that she still should have been thankful. He did give the pair of them keys and was never annoyed when either one of them just barged in, unless of course they had been walking around with their shoes on. Still, living in New York with your two best friends would have been the dream. And quite selfishly Evie wanted both of her boys around at all times. It was definitely harder to keep tabs on Soleil, always worried that he was going to find someone better than her and just move on without her. An irrational fear she supposed, but one that she had obsessed over for all of the years that she knew him. Evie couldn’t help it though, the five years of knowing him and Tyler had been the longest collective time Evie had spent with a group of people. They really couldn’t blame her for her fear of losing them.

She brushed off his comment about being bad at math, that hadn’t mattered. “As long as you see the problem we’ve been having here, that’s all that matters,” Evie clarified. Of course her dry spell had only been due to the fact that she was hopelessly in love with Tyler Maddox. She couldn’t help it though, he had been there for her consistently for the past five years and there was a huge part of her that wanted him to just realize that she had been there waiting for him. She didn’t want to get caught up in something complicated with anyone else in case he did have feelings for her. She remembered how much it hurt to know that someone else was making him happy. “The point is, if the pair of us don’t get laid soon I think I’m going to lose my mind,” she admitted to him, expressing her feelings bluntly.

Evie gave him the smallest smile in return as he told her to give him some time. Nodding gently she said, “take as long as you need. Brunch is the only thing I’ve had planned today so it won’t matter when we leave as long as we get there eventually,” she gathered the hair that had fallen in her face and pushed it back before lifting herself out of his bed to snoop around his apartment. She figured that Soleil didn’t really have anything to hide considering the only things he could possibly be hiding was something she knew about from being involved with the Corsicans too. Evie wanted to see what he had been painting lately, examining all of his work with a smile settled on her features. When she heard him come out of the shower, she spoke up from one of his paintings. “Your technique is getting better,” she commented before turning on her heel. “Not that your technique hasn’t always been great, but I can tell it’s getting better.” She nodded. “Is there any era you’ve been trying to emulate lately or are you just painting what your heart tells you to?”

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tylermaddoxx‌:

» . ( @eeveeobrien )

The sound on the TV was low, Tyler’s fingers resting on the volume button as he would progressively press the minus sign to continually lower it as the girl who’s head found its way to his lap was very obviously on the brink of sleep or was already asleep. The movie that Eevee picked wasn’t one of too many slow, dramatic scenes, but even to a tired mind, the drag of a scene was enough to pull a person into a slumber. Tyler wasn’t against it, though. His thoughts were long off the movie after the first ten minutes, not really having an interest in it other than a small desire to watch a movie and also to do something that would make Eevee happy.

His fingers gently combed through her hair, the soft golden locks falling like they were hand spun gold. Tyler wondered about Eevee a lot, this girl that looked so peaceful, so serene, but from the things he had learned, from the stories she told, her life was not one that was out of a dream. Yet she was here, laying basically in his arms and he hoped she was happy. He wanted only to do things that would make her happy. He hoped that for all of the people that he cared about, his brother, Soleil, Christian, Nova––the list could go on, but Eevee was a step above, or just something different amongst the rest that Tyler just wanted to protect. To protect her heart and to protect her smile. That’s what he wanted. 

He did not want to move, especially if it meant that he was at risk of waking her up, but his stomach was yelling, screaming and groaning because he had not eaten anything since his small breakfast on the way to work. The day had gotten away from him, dragged on like it would never end and it would feel like a century before he could even go home. The thought of food escaped his mind, but now he needed it, out of just pure hunger and needing the calories that he deprived himself of. He gentle, so very gently, cradled her head and with some quick reflexes, got a pillow under her and slipped off the couch. He only stalled for a second to check if he woke her up, but it didn’t look like she even stirred and Tyler quickly made his way to the kitchen, throwing one of the few plastic-wrapped plates from the fridge into the microwave. He was distracted himself by scrolling through his phone, double tapping to send virtual validation before realizing the timer was up and Tyler was half a second too late to open the door before the loud bell pretty much echoed through their apartment. He just froze, waiting to see the head pop up from the couch.

When the days blurred so easily into the nights and the nights seemed to last the blink of an eye before the sun started to carefully creep into the sky again were the worst kinds of days. They were the kinds of days that made the world seem like everything was happening far too quickly. Damn humans for creating the construct of time, because any moment she fixated on it for too long, she could feel herself start to doubt that she had enough time to do anything in her life. Everlee O’Brien could never slow down, it just wasn’t what she had been made of. But it was days like these that drained her the most. The only moments she would ever allow herself to completely stop were the moments she spent in the safety of her loft.

There was a sort of unspoken agreement between the pair of roommates that whenever their days happened too quickly, that no matter what exactly had happened that they would always find themselves on their couch with eyes glued to the television. It had been Evie’s turn to pick out a movie, one that she had been meaning to see but never seemed to have enough time to do so. She started off a few feet away from Tyler, on opposite ends of the couch giving him the occasional glance before she finally gave in to her temptations and laid her head in his lap. For someone who had grown up without a place to call her home, she was most surprised to learn that it wasn’t a place at all that gave her the satisfaction. Home for Evie had been wrapped up neatly in a boy with sloppy hair and a clean face. Home was the feeling of his fingers combing through her hair as she allowed herself to finally slow down. Home was Tyler Maddox and she was sure that nothing like this would ever feel the same again.

She wasn’t entirely sure when she had fallen asleep, though it was sometime well before the plot of the movie really began to unfold. All she had been focused on were the soft breaths that had lulled her to sleep. There was something to be said about Everlee feeling safe enough to let her guard down for even a moment, and Tyler seemed to have that effect on her. She could have had the worst day in the world that seemed like it would never end and all of the bad would come to a screeching halt when she found herself wrapped up with Tyler when the night finally fell. When the boy had gotten up and replaced his lap with a pillow, the blonde barely even stirred, face serene as she allowed herself to drift further into sleep.

Everlee was jolted awake by the sound of the microwave going off. She lazily pushed herself off of the couch to see what had caused the commotion only to see Tyler standing in the kitchen like a poor puppy with their tail between their legs. A soft sleepy smile graced her features before she brought her hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “If you were hungry you could’ve just said something,” she started saying making her way across the kitchen to rest her head on his shoulder. “Or the least you could’ve done was woken me up instead of trying to be sneaky,” she slinked her arms around his body, surprised that she was still managing to stand. Evie drew a deep breath in, letting the aroma of the microwaved food hit her sense. “Mmm, what’d you make? It smells delightful,” she half mumbled into his neck before she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes again.

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@mvgpie // rooftop delight

It had been about six months since Damien had come over to join the Corsican’s in the Big Apple. While Everlee had been with them from when they started to settle into the city, she knew that meeting the big man was her official in for the mafia. This wasn’t where she imagined her life going. At the rate of how things had been happening for her for the majority of her childhood, her younger self would have never believed that she would be living a life as luxurious as this. As long as Everlee continued to prove her loyalty to the French and to Damien, she would find herself with more money that she knew what to do with. And the best part of it all was that she had somehow managed to get a little family from the whole ordeal. Whenever Evie would pull off another job, Damien would not only shell out cash for her, but he would commend her for all of the work she had put into her job. Hell, he would even say he was proud of her.

Maybe it was because she had never had a father figure in her life before, but the girl clung to the attention that he gave her. There hadn’t been anyone in her entire life that had ever told her they were proud of what she was doing. And it was something that she was going to hold onto so tightly because she feared that if she eased up on it, that it would slip away as quickly as it came. So whenever Damien asked to meet with her, she made sure that she would wear a pretty dress and that her hair was nicely in place rather than in the messy bun she normally pulled it up in. She wanted to be the best she could possibly be whenever he was around because she didn’t want to give him any reasons to think that it was okay to leave her behind.

Even if this meeting that he had scheduled hadn’t been about business, simply for pleasure, Everlee made sure that she arrived to the rooftop bar early enough to stake out some good seating. Something she hadn’t needed to do considering there was a table on reserve for them. She waited patiently when she got there too. Never even glancing down at her phone because she didn’t want to seem like she was uninterested by any sort of the imagination. Her head perked up when she saw him make an entrance, eyes practically lighting up as he strolled over to her. “Mr. Olivier,” she beamed standing up and nervously smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. “I’m so happy to see you!”

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soleilfournier‌:

     It wasn’t as if his studio apartment had much space in it - it was just as big as his actual studio next door. One room – kitchen, living room, bedroom. It was the natural light that got in that was his reason for renting the place. The beautiful windows that lined the walls - they weren’t quite the floor-to-ceiling things that the Oriole had, but they were enough. The exposed brick and wooden ceilings felt like home - a different kind of home than the home he had in France, of course, but home nonetheless. He shifted on his bed slightly, adjusting his pillow so his head was propped up a little bit more. He could tell that she was upset solely by the stomping around, but, now that his eyes were a little more focused, he realized that she’d had a bad morning by looking at her face and body language, as well.

     He had slept in later than he would’ve liked - he was typically awake and moving by eight, because he wanted to be able to paint with the morning sun. Sometimes, he stayed up all night just to be able to paint in the rays of the sunrise. Apparently, he had missed that opportunity that morning. And, with Evie in the loft, it didn’t look like he’d be getting that much painting done in the first place. He let her climb into his bed (he’d have to wash the sheets soon, anyways) and ramble to her heart’s content. Repressing a yawn, he draped one of his arms over her shoulders, trying not to close his eyes again. He was doing his very best to be there to support her - he just didn’t know why he was so exhausted.

     Soleil chuckled as she mentioned that there was no beautiful man in his bed. Rubbing a hand over his face, he shook his head. “There has not been a beautiful man here in… far too long…” he murmured, looking around the loft. He’d gotten used to it at that point, and he wasn’t about to start using dating apps. He’d find someone to settle down with eventually, but, until then, he’d just spend nights where he wanted to be with someone going out until he found partners. Simple as that. He combed his fingers through her hair, closing his eyes again for a brief moment. “I am… SLEEPY,” he replied, chuckling a little more. “I clearly slept much later than I expected to sleep, so I suppose my start to today is not too good, either… we can do something, if you’d like. It is better than sitting around here all day.”

On days like these, Evie was just grateful that she had such a good friend in Soleil. No matter how flustered she had gotten or how big problems seemed at the time, just being around him made everything else around her seem small. She wished that he liked personal space a little more, at least enough to share a loft with her and Tyler. Not that she didn’t love living with Tyler alone, seeing how that was the most ideal situation for all parties involved, but it would have been nice if he had lived in the room next door. It was fine walking to his building and she could still let herself in with the key that he had given her, but it wasn’t the same.

Everlee pouted slightly before peering up at him. “Not even a less than beautiful man here for a one night stand? What is in the air in this city?” she questioned before pushing herself off of him figuring that he needed just a little bit of space. No matter how much she wanted to stay curled up next to him, she wanted him to be comfortable too. “The dry spell has been… Unreal. I swear, I’ve been drier than the entirety of the Sahara desert down there,” she used her hand to motion over herself before breaking out into a tiny fit of giggles. Drawing a breath in she shook her head as if she was composing herself. “Men and women alike should be lining up outside of our doors. I mean look at us,” she gestured between the pair of them. “We’re at like top five of the hottest people we personally know… Well okay at least top ten, but regardless the math just isn’t adding up!” she pouted dramatically before adjusting herself so her legs were hanging off the side of the bed.

“Sleepy boy,” she cooed at him reaching over to boop his nose before bringing her hand back to herself. She gave him a nonchalant shrug as she mindlessly fiddled her thumbs in her lap. “It’s up to you, you know that I’m fine with whatever.” Which had been a lie of course. Evie wouldn’t have come over to hang out with him if she didn’t have an exact plan in her head of how the day was going to go. She couldn’t help it, especially when it came to people like Soleil and Tyler. They were some of the only people in her life that had actually encouraged her to get up to trouble. Okay so maybe encourage wasn’t the right word, but they didn’t discourage her and to Everlee that meant the same thing. “There’s this bar I keep hearing about… I can’t remember the name of the specific bar I’ve heard about but you know any bar with a rooftop patio, brunch, and bottle service is a place I’m a fan of if you’re hungry.”

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@soleilfournier // @tylermaddoxx

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littlemiss-saria‌:

@eeveeobrien

“Evie? Evvvvie?” Saria poked her head into the back door, which was located directly beside the old set up stairs she used to get to her little walk up above Sunny Maria’s. There wasn’t a response – a second more of listening, and Saria shrugged. The other waitress must have been running late. And it sounded like the kitchen staff wasn’t in yet, either. Am I early? She checked her phone, freckles on her cheeks twitching when the time glared back at her. 

Good Morning! 6:06am. 75°. Overcast.

Huh. The cafe didn’t open until eight on Sundays, and staff didn’t have to be in until 7. Had she really only slept three hours that night? Normally, she was dead as a doorknob after a night on the floor.  Shoulder deep in pillows, tucked away and happily dreaming in her loft. Sliding into the restaurant, Saria immediately hooked an apron over her neck and tied it into a delicate bow behind her waste. The kitchen was empty. The ovens were free to bake to her hearts desire – at least until 7. And, it looked like they were low on chocolate croissants. 

She’d just finished a batch – humming Love Game from her set last night – when the sound of a door behind her caused her to squawk in surprise, the trey tumbling unceremoniously to the ground. “Oh – dangit! You scared the dickins’ outta me! What are you doin’ here so early? Oh, no, look at the mess I made…”

Sunday mornings were always the hardest for Evie. If she hadn’t spent all of Saturday nights staying out late until the sun started to edge its way into the sky, maybe they would’ve been easier for her. Especially when she knew she always had the opening shift with Saria. Everlee was running off of almost no sleep, eyes pried open only because she had popped an adderall before she left her loft. There was no use in waiting around for seven to come around, she was already awake and she knew if she stayed any longer the chances of her calling into work would grow exponentially. It wasn’t like she needed this job, in fact she would have more time to herself if she didn’t have it. But after working there for three years, she felt like she couldn’t leave. Especially not when Saria still worked there. No matter how consumed she got with her life of luxury, working at Sunny Maria’s was always the perfect excuse to see her best friend.

Evie pushed the door open, headphones blasting some Louis the Child song as she made her way into the back. It was probably her favorite time to be in the cafe, preparing everything in the morning before people started to fill in and really started to become bustling. She drew a deep breath in, the aroma of freshly baked goods hung in the air. Maybe one of the cooks had gotten here earlier as was already working away. When she made her way into the back, she was surprised to see that Saria was there. Not as surprised as the other girl had been to see her though, as she watched the tray descend to the ground creating quite the clutter. She yanked the head phones out of her ear, suppressing the smile that was daring to play across her features. 

“The dickins’?” She raised her brow before giggling slightly. “I’m sure I can ask you the same thing. I think I’m even more concerned with the fact that you’ve obviously been here long enough to make an entire tray of croissants,” she rushed over to the girl to help her pick up the mess she had made, knowing there was no use in salvaging them, kitchen floors were far dirtier than anything else in the restaurant. She scooped up as many as she could in her hands before standing back up. “I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be more of a mess than me, but you’re really out here trying to prove me wrong,” she gently teased the girl, nudging her slightly before she made her way over to the trash bin. “Looks like we’re gonna have to fudge the inventory a little bit,” she commented. “And then immediately start working on making a new batch of these bad boys.”

[soleilfournier-blog]

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     He had been sleeping - he had been sleeping deeply. He had been sleeping until he heard his door slamming open and shoes in the room. Rolling over, he opened his eyes with a little groan, propping his head up on his forearm as he looked towards the entryway to see Evie. He had given her a key years ago - when he first got this apartment, but he hadn’t been expecting her to barge in first thing in the morning, to say the least. “What did I say about shoes…?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes with his thumb and index finger. “Next time - off, off. No shoes. I do not want to clean this place first thing in the morning…” He’s mostly teasing her, but he’s being honest; he doesn’t like it when people keep their shoes on in his studio apartment.

     Slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position, he leaned against his headboard, looking at her sleepily. “It is a little early for you to be awake, no…? Or was I sleeping for far longer than I thought…?” Rubbing his eyes again, he reached for his phone on the little nightstand next to his bed, trying to check the time. “I am happy to see you, but you seem… stressed. Come, come… sit down…” Soleil gestured to the foot of his bed, giving her a sleepy little smile.

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It wasn’t that she was annoyed, well maybe she actually was. There wasn’t anything in particular that had been pressed in her mind, in fact, it was more of a culmination of things that had happened to her since she left her apartment for her morning shift. It started early this morning when all she had wanted was a cup of coffee and the barista didn’t hold back at making sexual comments toward her. Wasn’t 5:30am too early for anyone to be making those kinds of comments toward someone? Didn’t they have anything better to do with their time like maybe making her damn coffee. Then after that she made her way to work and experienced the shift from hell. People coming in and treating her like she was some second rate whore when all she had been doing was bringing people their food. Apparently god himself had peed in everyone’s orange juice today and dumped salt in their cereal because they were all rude and just... Off. 

Frustrated, she immediately went to Soleil’s house after work. She knew that Tyler wouldn’t be home for a few hours and she just needed to decompress somewhere about everything that had happened. Evie just barged in, knowing that he would at least be there it was only 11:30 when she got there. She had made a raucous coming in, throwing her bag down onto the ground and stomping through the apartment angrily until Soleil began to stir. She looked down at her shoes when he woke up and she half rolled her eyes before kicking them off as quickly as she could. She knew the rule and obviously would follow it to respect his space, but it just seemed to add to the never ending list of things that she had been doing wrong that day. 

Everlee let out a faint sigh before she made her way over to his bed, crawling in next to him instead of the foot like he had pressed at. She stared blankly ahead around his studio, “you ever have one of those days where everything just goes wrong?” She started before drawing in a breath and turning to him. “Like scared to walk home to my apartment from work because it’s farther than your place kind of wrong? Maybe it’s just me, but I had to come to somewhere after work where I could just hide under the covers.” She brought herself closer to her friend, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m just thankful there’s not a beautiful man in your bed with you right now because that would’ve been the cherry on top of the day. I just needed some best friend time,” she was rambling still, way too much for her comfort usually. “I would suggest we do something, but I don’t want to get all of my bad vibes rubbed off on you. That’s not fair. Sorry, sorry. How are you sleepy head?”