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@esmemaxwell
I feel like we would make great friends!
“If you love drinking wine and cheesy romcom movies, then most definitley.”
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the way you can command a room just by walking in is enviable.
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“Confidence is key.”
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What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
“My feet, I don’t know…they’re weird.”
HONESTY HOUR.
how are things with you and stephanie?
“Awkward.”
@stephlenox
HONESTY HOUR.
Favorite part of your daily routine?
“Morning orgasm.”
HONESTY HOUR.
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stephlenox:
Stephanie didn’t have a lot of free time these day; she had classes, and the job at Kilwin’s, and then there was the hunt for a part-time job that wouldn’t pose an issue with her growing belly. The growing belly that took more of her energy than she cared to admit, her available, functional hours in half. She didn’t have a lot of free time, but she found herself thinking about Esme anyway. The other woman had crept into her thoughts first from guilt, over the way things had ended between them and the fact that she’d realised she was pregnant barely a month later. Later, it had been lustful longing, as embarrassing, or perhaps unfair, as that was. These days, though? Steph couldn’t quite believe that Esme had managed to disappear from her life so completely. There’d been no awkward run-ins, no congratulatory message, just … nothing. So the very last thing Steph expected when a takeaway salad crashed to the ground in front of her was to look up and see that it belonged to Esme.
“You don’t haveta apologise,” she said automatically, swallowing against the sudden lump in her throat. “I, uh, hi. I’d–” she blinked, hastily, damn those hormones for making her tear up so easily, “–I’d kinda thought you’d left town.” And softer, because it needed to be said, “You look good, Esme.”
Esme felt like she was swallowing a big lump of sand, her blue eyes glanced from Stephanie’s face to the growing belly, almost a reminder of what could have been. When she heard about the news of Stephanie’s pregnancy, Esme did what she did best and threw herself into working, avoiding anything related to the brunette. “Yeah, I’ve been busy...and thank you.” Was this the kind of conversation she wanted to have, not really but the fact it was probably best to get past the what-ifs and her hurtful pride. “Let me buy you another salad...I also wanted to congratulate you on your pregnancy.”
Her eyes looked back down at the stomach before flashing a smile, “How many weeks along are you?”
bxlymxwll:
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“So, what the fuck are we going to do about Thanksgiving this year? I got a call from Dad saying that Mom is on the warpath again for holidays”, Bexley outwardly groaned as she leaned back into the couch. Lately, it seemed like there had been hardly any time for her to see her sister, what with her desire to do nothing but work herself into the ground. It made for a nice distraction, but it left her blindsided when it came to the drama that was exploding in her family. “So, what exactly have I missed lately?”
Esme almost completely forgot about the famous Maxwell Thanksgiving dinner, letting out a soft sigh as she sipped on her drink before letting her blue eyes glance towards her sister. “To be honest, I almost forgot about that myself. I really don’t feel like traveling to California to see them, flights during the holidays are the worse. So I mean if mother would love to come this way to spend a thankful holiday with us, I don’t care.” Shrugging her shoulders and slipped piece of hair behind her ear. “I don’t think you missed much, if you have, then I clearly haven’t been paying much attention.”
I miss you. I miss you all the time.
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Rules are good. Rules help control the fun.
robert-carlson:
“Don’t even bring that up. Those people are heroes, and there’s no other way to describe them.” Robert agreed. He couldn’t even attempt to argue over that- he couldn’t imagine the stress the people, working at the aiports, had to endure. Heck, he was probably contributing to the problems himself. “I could never imagine working with people like that.”
“I think I would honestly go out of my mind if I had to place a fake smile on my face and assist with terrible costumes.” Esme shivered at the thought before laughing lightly, “I would honestly prefer to take on several bridezillas instead of exhausted travelers.” The blonde lift her drink up to take a sip and chuckled into her glass.
milena-feliciano:
“The drunken you get the better, I agree,” Milena replied, moving her chair round to face the woman given that she hadn’t been hit with some small talk to brush her off. “That’s the only thing about coming to these things as the person who planned them, you’ve got to stay ‘professional,’” the girl announced, creating some quote marks with her fingers after checking no member of the bridal party was too close to her. “Anyway. How have you ended up on the 'odds’ table?” Milena swished her wine around in her glass, as if it would somehow improve the taste, humming along to the music that played on in the background as she did so.
“Oh yeah, which is probably why I don’t care much for planning weddings.” Esme was more for the event in general planning instead of anything related to weddings. Something about them seemed far too hyped for her taste but perhaps those thoughts would change when she finds someone to settle down with one day. “Friend of the bride, but not close, I think it was one of those moments where they felt bad if they didn’t invite me type deal? Also, I think the groom was trying to hook me up with his brother or something, I don’t know anymore.”
Weston Taylor & Abby Richards
If there was one thing she hated it was unanswered questions, but she knew better than to pry into someone’s personal business. And while she was finally starting to feel comfortable around Esme and @weston-taylor, there was only so far she could go. At Esme’s question, Abby pouted, putting her finger down. Though she appreciated the effort she was making to try to include her. It made her feel less like a child that the big kids were including to be kind and more like an actual participant. She had burnt said ramen at the age of seven, when she tried to make food for her dad when he was sick like he always did for her. It didn’t end well, and they ended up going out for pizza instead. “You’re the only one that hasn’t gotten a finger down yet,” she told Weston, squinting at him. “There has to be something you haven’t done. Hm…never have I ever…read a book in a different language and understood what it said.”
“Wow, Es, was it really that bad?” Weston wanted to pry further. He could never resist getting under Esme’s skin and now wasn’t any different, but prodding around when the subject was glossed over so quickly had been something he would have to store away for a later time. 20 minutes later probably, knowing him. Rolling his eyes at the question, Weston laughed and turned a bit toward Abby, shaking his head. “I wish I could say no to that, but I burnt ramen last week. I’m blaming that on the fact that I was distracted by the dogs and the football game. I can cook. I promise.” Abby’s question, however, seemed a bit more complex which had Weston pursing his lips. “Uh.. no?” He laughed, figuring it was done on purpose. “I nearly failed Spanish in high school and I ain’t too proud of it. Do I wanna know how thick that book was?” He then side glanced toward Esme. “If you say ya have done this too, I swear…” He chuckled, then swallowed back a gulp of his beverage.
tag you’re it, @esmemaxwell !!!
“It wasn’t bad...well maybe a little.” Esme thought over the past before shaking her head, a story to tell another time, at least that was what she was mentally telling herself and to her two companions on the game tonight. “Right...a real cook wouldn’t get sidetracked with football or a dog.” She muttered out the little comment with a sly smile on her face before turning her gaze back onto Abby. “What can I say, I was an overachiever in high school, I excelled in French and Spanish, also a little bit of American Sign Language. I figured it would look good on my college transcript if I took a few language classes.”
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