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Esme Vanderbilt at the Bridgecon After.
pcnclxpc:
it was rare for penelope to find people like her in hollywood. surprisingly, a lot of people, at least on the network, were happy and grateful to spend a weekend in this shitty chain motel meeting fans. but penelope had much higher standards. she wanted to be treated like an a-lister and she was glad that someone finally felt the same way instead of lecturing her on being happy to be her or some other kind of humble brag bullshit. “seriously. half the people in here smell like they haven’t fucking showered in two years and we have to hug them and tell them we love them and answer the same stupid fucking questions i answered last year and the year before that. i’m gonna need a god damn chemical bath after this shit.” she said, scrunching her nose in disgust.
esme sips on her drink silently, azure hues resting on the growing crowd on the other side of the hall. she usually loves events that come with a lot of media attention and perhaps she would find joy in interacting with fans from time to time as well, if the circumstances were different and they weren’t forced to act in a certain way. ‘ at least next time we’ll know to be more careful when signing a contract. ’ esme shrugs a little. ‘ two more days, girl, and we are back to showers with good water pressure, sheets that don’t make my skin itch and ––– ’ she stares at the champagne in her hand in disgust ‘ ... respectable brands of alcohol. ’
mcxvb:
looking next to him, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at esme’s presence. max was a fairly friendly guy and it took a lot for him to not like someone and he borderline hated the girl next to him, despite growing up together. their years of back and forth banter and insults has only gotten worse as the years went on, despite having a physical relationship when they were teenagers. “a greater achievement than you’ll ever accomplish in your entire, shit show of a career, babe.” he said with a grin.
noticing photographers from the corner of her eye, turning their cameras their way, esme keeps a sweet little smile on her face instead of taking visible offense in anything he says. ‘ charming, as always, i see. how is your path to the top of the a-list going ? sorry for asking, but you really cannot hear anything note-worthy about your career these days, only about that pretty little blonde of yours. ’ dainty digit dances on the rim of the glass in front of her, smile never fading.
Esme Vanderbilt arriving to the second day of Bridgecon. 17/06/17.
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✉️ * ESME. → ELLIE
ELLIE: You first i'm not sharing my secrets without getting something in return
ESME: you get the satisfaction of a hypothetical million bucks
ESME: but i dunno im not the kind to limit myself too much
✉️ * ESME. → JEMMA
JEMMA: my point is i worry about you
JEMMA: cause like holy scary drink
ESME: more like holy LIT
✉️ * ESME. → PAXTON
paxton: why??
paxton: you giving away a million bucks??
ESME: no
ESME: hypothetically
ESME: maybe if you say something really entertaining i would actually wanna see
espercnzaa:
“ if anyone wants to carpool tomorrow, my driver is fine to pick up anyone in the la area to drop them off at the hotel. only condition is that you gotta be okay with listening to reggaeton and ‘90s r&b. deal ?? “
‘ although those conditions do sound bearable, arriving to and event full of cameras in a group is not very fabulous, is it ? ’
mcxvb:
he didn’t have any panels today besides the first and the last one, so he figured he’d spend the bulk of his day walking around the con, just meeting and hanging out with fans. most stars hated this event, but max loved it. he loved being able to meet all of the people who, essentially, were the reason he had a job in the first place and he loved hearing their opinions. deciding to take a little break, he stepped into the hotel bar, ordering a drink as he looked over to the person next to him. “so, it’s official. i officially broke last year’s record for number of boobs signed in a day.”
manicured fingers tap on the bar impatiently, waiting for her drink. charms a little face on her countenance as notices a group of fans waving at her from behind the cordon, graciously raising a hand and waving back. she’s always found these occasions terribly exhausting, but very necessary at the same time. she needs a place and time where she can charm the hell out of fans and convince them she’s not just a pretty face parading around in designer clothes. ––– azure hues travel to the person taking a seat next to her and she needs to restrain herself not to roll her eyes at him. ‘ goodness gracious, maxwell, that is some achievement. ’
jcmmaerlich:
Okay, so since we’re in LA, and at a convention… I was thinking that maybe after the last panel of the day, everyone could come to my room (404) for a little party. I’ll have snacks and drinks there. Everyone’s welcome.
‘ i feel like i need to get rapidly involved in this because since you said my scorpion poison tequila was a bad idea, i cannot trust your party skills. ’
pcnclxpc:
◤ ♕ · ˚ . “there’s the hollywood roosevelt, the redbury, and andaz, yet we’re being forced to stay in a best western like a bunch of fucking peasants?” penelope said, to the person next to her as everyone began to gather in the lobby for the opening ceremony. “i swear on my new pair of christian louboutin’s that next year, i’m planning this thing. we’re actors, not circus performers who can just stay at any random chain hotel the network wants to throw us in.”
dainty digits wrap around the champagne glass she’s demanded for herself only a minute ago, expression just as sour as the blonde femme’s by her side. when she decided to move LA from washington, she’s expected the exact same volume of glamour she got used to all her life. unfortunately, as esme realized, she cannot rely on people automatically providing that lifestyle, and she really does not like the feeling of having to do everything herself. ‘ i’ll drink to that. ’ the brunette raises her glass, manicured fingers running through her locks. ‘ every goddamn year. i’m so exhausted of pretending to have fun all day, i feel like the muscles on my face will freeze into this fake smile. ’
✉️ * ESME. → 🐍🐍🐍
MAX: touche.
MAX: and if pettiness could kill, i'd be showing up in my brightest gucci suit with bells and fucking whistles to your funeral tomorrow.
ESME: in that case im afraid we'd get a double funeral
✉️ * ESME. → CASSIE
CASSIE: who said anything about raising them
CASSIE: i hear exposure is coming back. it was all the rage in ancient greek times
ESME: fair enough
ESME: taygetus was indeed a very smart thing they came up with too
✉️ * ESME. → 🐍🐍🐍
MAX: they'll actually give you theirs, must be tough having to be jealous of them.
MAX: you'll never be over it, babe.
ESME: oh please, we both know you are not very hard to get
ESME: if narcissism would hurt, you'd be screaming in agony