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xavierlcheart·:

                                           The cries from what appeared to be a dead cat called out from outside his Upper East Side penthouse, cursing at his doorman’s inability to keep those whom do not own a flat in the building led him to scuffle his Gucci sliders against the wooden flooring - opening to what appeared to be a very drunken ( or sick ) man. “No, I’m not Ashley, nor is there one that lives in this building. If you’re looking for Regina - however -” He nods towards the door opposite, “She is currently married, and her husband is home.” A lie, but he cannot help the jealously that riles. 

“Her husband?” Eric hadn’t a clue on where he was or who he was talking to, but he thought his mistake could lead to a bit of fun. “Mind if I wait in here with you until her husband leaves? I’ll even let you keep the ice cream.” He suggested trying to keep a serious face. “Nice shoes.” He added as his blue hues glanced down and noticed the slides that looked particularly expensive. 

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selenedu·:

        “Shit,” Selene breathes, furrowing her brow as she shakes her head in disbelief. The first person to really be honest with her out of all the damn applicants spicing their resumes up. She narrowed her eyes over at the guy in question and wondered, then, if he’d be the right fit for her as a personal assistant; he certainly wasn’t what she thought she wanted nor needed, but maybe that was precisely what she needed. “Well, the one thing I value most is honesty, so I’ll admit you haven’t started off on the wrong foot. Have you done this kind of a job before? And what was your name again?” 

“Eric Ripley, at your service.” He exclaimed with his hand held out for the brunette to shake. It was then that he caught the question she had asked before and he slowly shook his head. “Can’t say that I have since I don’t even know what the job is. What is the job anyway?” He asked, wondering if what started off as a joke actually could landed him some extra cash.

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kekemercerchanel·:

                                    Kendra found herself house sitting for an old friend, she had only accepted to get a couple of days away from the crowded penthouse that her home had become. She had thought about moving out, but there was still in her mind that she could still undo the unfortunate marriage her father had gotten himself into. The brunette heard the calling and at first she thought it was somewhere else, but then as she got closer to the door she realized it was on her door. Swinging the door opened she gave the man a smirk as she raised one eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. “And you’re not my dinner order.” She chuckled. 

At her response, Eric let out his own chuckle. “I could be.” It was a simple flirt that matched the goofy grin that began to spread over his features. “You’ve never had ice cream and booze for dinner? This is a classic New York and will always put you into a fantastic mood.”

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kensinclair·:

           Though she had grown up in Brooklyn, there wasn’t much left that she could claim. Most of her friendships died out, except for a couple that she’d see when she was in New York. Ashley, being one of them, had asked to watch her apartment for the weekend. What she hadn’t told her, before leaving her all alone, was that there would be past hookups begging for her attention. Normally, she wouldn’t answer her door to a complete stranger. But the last thing she wanted was to cause a scene in the hallway, addressing angry neighbors and having the whole story blow up on Twitter. So she opened the door, leaning against the doorway. “No, I’m not.” She crossed her arms, glancing down at the alcohol and ice cream he had bought. “But it doesn’t matter, she’s never going to fall for that shit.” 

Hearing her response caused Eric to let out a low huff. “Of course she would, this is her favorite flavor.” He replied before glancing down at the pint in his hand. “Or maybe it’s not.” He questioned himself then decided it wasn’t worth another thought. Not knowing that this wasn’t his friend, Eric continued to speak. “Lily are you going to invite me in or let me stand in this hallway forever?”

[zacefronews]

[ericxripley-blog]

Since being back in New York, he had a lot on his plate. Taking care of his brother left little time for Eric to take care of himself. However, tonight he was on the lookout for fun. “Come on Ashley, I’m sorry for not calling you back, you’re so much more than a booty call. I even brought ice cream and booze to prove it to you.” He called out from the outside of what he thought to be an old hookups apartment. When the door opened, a face appeared that he was not expecting. “You’re not Ashley.”

[giovanaduffy]

It was unusual for Giovana to be in anything other than a pair of running leggings and trainers, but on this rare occasion, a figure hugging black dress and a pair of louboutins had been her outfit of choice. Unfortunately for her, her “date” had decided not to turn up, so she was in a bar she had never been in, on her own, in an outfit that she felt more than uncomfortable in. Ordering a glass of water, she looked round, a nervous laugh escaping her lips as she realised just how shitty her luck had been since she’d moved to New York. “For fucks sake Gi.” She muttered under her breath, frustration slowly starting to grow as embarrassment started to burn her cheeks.

[ericxripley-blog]

It was a usual night for Eric as he sat in a local bar. As he was enjoying a drink, he noticed a dark haired woman sitting alone for most of the evening. It was clear that she was waiting for someone who seemed to be a no show. Without hesitation, he walked over and took a seat beside her. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was crazy.” He stated, acting to be the one who was suppose to meet her. “Drinks on me for making you wait for so long.”

[kdnkcngscxtt-deactivated2019032]

“You’re not gonna’ get anywhere too quickly if you’re plannin’ on heading up there.” He noted almost haphazardly from his place nestled against the building. Unlike so many, Everett was never really in any kind of rush, too used to stopping to smell the metaphorical flowers while the majority of those he shared the city with fell into a spiral of ignoring everything not within their immediate desperate self serving sights. “Robbery or somethin’, they’ve got everything blocked off from 69th and Lex.”

[ericxripley-blog]

“A robbery? No shit?” Eric glanced around the street, trying to spot any cops or cameras that could be nearby. He didn’t know why people were freaking out over a shirt, he only took one and it was for his brother. “If anyone asks I’ve been with you for the past hour.”

[ofclivias-deactivated20180928]

It would be delightful to see if anyone who didn’t think ballerinas were athletes would last a day in her shoes. Or even half of that. Olivia was leaving the studio to go home for the day. As usual, her hair was messy and she was sure she would have to shower twice to get rid of the sweat appropriately. To make matters worse, her bag was so full that she decided to walk home with her pointe shoes hanging around her neck. The most common misconception about ballerinas is that they are always elegant  — as she looked like the lovechild of a hurricane and a football game, Olivia was tangible proof of that. For that reason, she was hoping that she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew on her ten-minute walk from Lincoln Center to her apartment. All her plans were ruined when she exited the building and ran straight into a familiar face. “Hi! What are you doing here?” 

[ericxripley-blog]

When walking down the streets of New York, Eric always seemed to run into someone he knew. This time was no different when he spotted an old friend walking towards him. “I could ask you the same question.” Eric retorted with a tiny grin. “You look like shit by the way.” Such loving words from a loving guy.

[coreyxvos-blog]

“So that didn’t go as fuckin’ planned.” The remnants of whatever he’d been cooking was now completely black, and he waved his hand to try and clear the smoke as one of the smoke detectors went off, “Jesus. Can you take the batteries outta that thing?”

[ericxripley-blog]

“Is this your first time cooking Vos?” Eric shot out a tease as he reached up to take the batteries out of the detector, thankful that the loud beeping had stopped. “My god, I’m surprised you haven’t burned this place to a crisp yet.”

[isabellexmillcr]

             Isabelle was growing hungry, from being on her feet and for the fact the last time she ate something was almost twelve hours ago, she could have ordered from an uber driver to bring her food but figured it would be best to get some fresh air which lead her to a cafe. She was by this point too tired to change out of her scrubs that were becoming more like pajamas at this point, that was quite uncomfortable around her waist and ass. “Look, if you’re going to ask me about some medical advice. I’m not on the clock so please, just call and schedule an appointment with your provider or google it.” She groaned out when she felt someone tap her shoulder without even looking at them. 

[ericxripley-blog]

The people of New York lived and breath coffee, Eric included. It was no surprise that he found himself waiting in line at a cafe after work. What was surprising though was the woman in front of him. As he tapped her shoulder, he was greeted by a not so pleasant tone. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re riding a little low, you might want to pull up those scrubs.” He muttered while pushing his sunglasses up on his face.

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isladelgcdo·:

Being clumsy was her forte. No matter what she was doing or how hard she tried at keeping it together, she couldn’t. She was accident prone and it never seemed to go away with age. But god, she really hated her inability to stay afloat right now when she had covered someone else’s shoes in paint by accident. And she half expected a massive freak out—some uptight New Yorker ready to rip her a new one. But when that didn’t happen, she had to admit, she was shocked. “You… can’t be serious,” she huffed, a small smile forming across her lips as she looked up at him nervously. “I mean, I’d do it if I knew there wouldn’t be some massive blow out from the other person… which I’m kind of shocked you haven’t started to do just yet. After all, I did just ruin your shoes. Not that the Kelly Green color doesn’t look good on you, because it does, but it doesn’t exactly go with much. But hey, maybe you’re like me and into that the art of mismatching your attire for the day.” And again, she was rambling. 

When it came to fashion, Eric wasn’t concerned in the slightest. Growing up, he wore rags and if we wanted something nice for himself, he most likely stole it. Paint on his shoes happened to be the least of his worries. “I’m the master of mismatching.” He replied, glancing down at his outfit once again. Whatever was clean in his closet, that was what he wore. “So let me ask you something. Is throwing paint on someone your attempt at picking them up or am I able to get conned? Should I expect your partner to come by soon and steal my wallet, because jokes on you, I’m broke.”

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avcrylockwood·:

        Avery could feel her smile widen when the hungover man accepted her offer, but she could also feel her happiness decrease once realizing she was a little too joyous for any hungover person’s taste. “Nothing too important or special, I promise. I’m just offering to pay for your order, that’s all.” She grinned, trying to make sure she was just the right amount of quiet. “You don’t have to let me pay for you if you don’t want to. You can easily say no and move along with your day.”

“I may be hungover, but I’m not stupid. I’d be an idiot to say no to free coffee.” Eric chimed in, his smile beginning to grow. “Can I at least know the name of my coffee savior?”

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damondubois·:

        Looking up to see someone he particularly couldn’t recognize, Damon took in the man’s question. After staying quiet for a few moments, he decided to fill him in on what happened. “I was shot in the knee during my time in the military not too long ago.” He spoke before resting his eyes on his stump again. “It looks a lot worse than it really is.” Looking up at the man again, he realized he was wearing a suit, so he assumed he was at the Bord’Elle last night. “How’d you like the Bord’Elle grand opening last night?”

“Shit.” Eric grumbled upon hearing what had happened to him. “It looks pretty bad to me.” It seemed as if he needed to learn how to hold his tongue, but that would be a lesson for another day. At the next question, he glanced down at his suit, fixing the loose tie that hung around his neck. “If I’m being honest, I don’t know if I did or didn’t. I don’t remember a thing that happened last night.”

[selenedubcis-archive]

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        There was nothing more unfortunate after a two day hangover than to conduct interviews because one’s personal assistant completely bailed out of nowhere. Sure, Selene was difficult to handle, a little eclectic and selfish and wild, and extremely demanding.. but to bail without any notice?! The brunette was furious, and every interviewee thus far had known it. Leaning back in her chair, she glanced around the Russ and Daughters bakery awaiting one of her last applicants with little hope at all. If the day’s run was anything to go by, she was never going to find someone as good as her last. God damn it, Felicia. “She’s zoned in on her fresh manicure, heaving a sigh as someone sits before her, not even bothering to look up. “You better be here for the damn job. I need someone long term, I need someone damn good at their job, and if you’re going to waste my time to get a little publicity or stick around for a little while before fucking off, leave now.” It’s then she glances up and falls silent as she finds the most unexpected face seated before her — but one she certainly remembers from two nights ago. —Well, fuck. 

[ericxripley-blog]

It wasn’t everyday that Eric found himself running into familiar faces. Usually if he saw someone that he knew, he would walk in the other direction. However, today when he walked into the bakery, he spotted a brunette who had offered a helping hand at a recent event. It seemed as if it was time for him to return the favor. Sliding into the seat beside her, he was immediately confronted with words that were most likely not meant for him. “The job is exactly what I’m here for.” Of course, he had no clue what the job was, but he decided to play along. “I’m as long term as they come as for job performance, I can’t promise that I’ll be damn good, but I will be average.” 

[mymuseedits]

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“Oh shit! No, no no! Come back! Or don’t you know what, okay… okay, alright, okay that works too, I guess.” The fit of words jumbled together flung from the pink haired woman’s lips as she accidentally dropped one of her containers of paint onto the floor, watched it break open and then roll down the sidewalk—getting all over someone’s shoes. Of course, it was just her luck, honestly. But she had made the dumb choice thinking she could carry four huge galloons in her hand all the way back to her place. “Goddammit! Shit, I am so, so sorry. Dear lord, it’s everywhere. Guess that’s what happens when you’re as accident prone as I am. I’m so sorry… I promise I can totally pay for like… new shoes or to have them dry cleaned… can you dry clean shoes? I don’t know but I’ll pay for it.” She rambled on, nervously as she went to pick up the container—the wrong way too, thus getting more paint all over herself too. “….of course.” 

[ericxripley-blog]

Eric was walking down the street, minding his own business when he noticed that his shoes had began to change color. The confusion caused him to freeze and within a few seconds, a frantic woman came rushing to his side. All he could do was stare at her as she rambled on, apologizing for the mess. Once there was quiet, Eric offered her a smile. “You know what, I think I like them better this way.” He admitted, staring down at his now colorful shoes. “You have a real talent for painting shoes, you should do it more often.”

[damondubois-blog]

        Waking up the morning after the Bord’Elle opening, Damon felt like he could take on the world. He hardly drank and ended up taking care of someone, so the world was his oyster. Exiting his house, he decided to go for a morning run in Central Park. After running a few miles, his prosthetic started to pinch his stump. The pinching was more than usual so it quickly became painful to run on or even walk. Finding the nearest bench, he collapsed onto it before taking his prosthetic off. Once it was off, he placed it by his stump and kept his eyes locked onto it. He was still too afraid to look out into the world with his stump out in the open. Feeling eyes on him, and especially his stump, he decided to act on it. “Do you see something you like?” He questioned the person, his words filled with defensiveness, vulnerable nerves.

[ericxripley-blog]

After a night of drinking, Eric would usually lose track of his whereabouts and wake up somewhere random. This morning, it seemed that he found himself waking up at Central Park. As he was walking home, he noticed someone sitting on a bench and eventually he spoke up. “What happened to your leg?” Hungover Eric had less of a filter than sober Eric.