Homegrown Honey

Evangeline Sweet| 24 | Model and beauty queen 

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As best as she could given the situation, Eva was trying to smile and be charming like her title would have her obligated to do. She calmed down scared kids and lead families to designated areas and even took photos with those who had no sense of bad timing -- but deep down she was just as worried as everyone. The hotel wasn’t exactly up on a hill and if the flood got really bad, what was to stop in from turning into the final scenes from the Titanic? Even though she came down from her high-up apartment to avoid being alone, Eva couldn’t help but feel like she still was, almost wishing she had arms to curl up into while they comforted her, the longing making her think of her father for a moment, zoning our as she looked up at the dark clouds, not noticing the person who had stopped in front of her.

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guineverebianchi‌:

Clearly tonight was not the night to consider it girls night out. The rain poured down so viciously, Gwyn couldn’t barely see a foot in front of her, as she sprinted on stilettos into the nearest building, jacket held over her head as she ran. The doors held open by officers trying to get people off the street, as she moved inside, pulling her jacket off completely and shaking it out. “Holy shit–” Her voice broke slightly as she spoke, hues widening as she looked out the window, now sheltered. Moving to the side, she looked to the person next to them. “Are they really calling this a state of emergency?” But as her question fell did a dangerously close crack through the darkened sky break the barrier, as she jumped at the sound of thunder. 

The season was changing and Evangeline was fully prepared for a slight chill in the Southern air that would be chased away by a pumpkin spice latte, not a weather report that sparked panic and had everyone frenzied to get indoors. Of course,she wanted to aid the relief efforts, mostly for the good press, but that was only seventy-to-eighty percent of her reasoning. While a genuine desire to help people was somewhere in the ten percentile area, deep down, Eva didn’t want to be alone in a situation like this. She was scared of thunder storms and there was no chance of getting to Savannah this suddenly, even if she wanted to go so she could be with her family-- which she didn’t.  “Well it looks like a GD emergency to me--” She replied to a woman nearby, drenched head -to-toe. “Hurry on inside! Blankets are to the left and-- ah!” She was cut off by her own scream as the thunder rippled through the sky, hand over her chest as she stared blankly, forgetting what she was saying.

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In spite of how hard she tried, and she would deny it if confronted with the opinion, Evangeline had turned into her mother, even if only a tiny bit. While she was making a more honest living than her mother, Eva’s goals were more than fiscally driven, and her methods of reaching them included lying and pretending to be someone she wasn’t. She knew deep down that she wasn’t cut out for any kind of life where she wasn’t well off and spoiled, but she figured she was at least giving something in return, and that made her better than her mother ever was. Still, it was just a fact that no one really knew her, Eva’s reluctance to let people get not something she did intentionally, but in the back of her mind knew she had to protect herself and only knew one way to do that. It was a lonely life, but she kept that to herself too.

Maybe it was because she was on her way to eat lunch alone yet again that she was feeling a little empty, her “friends” consisting of other models and beauty queens who really only showed up when there was a party and didn’t care about getting to know Eva personally. Sighing, it was irony or fate or a mix of both that the person she bumped into while no paying attention was a familiar face who, though she wouldn’t think to call a ‘friend’ knew her better than most. “ L-Lachlan...? What...what are you doing here?” 

@lrhodes

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logan-legend‌: 

Logan looked over to the blonde, a bored stare, a she took the beer from her, twisting off the cap. “Keep ‘em comin’ and you won’t have too.” He finally answered, raising the bottle slightly in cheers.

As was habit, Eva gave the man the once over as she handed off the beer, which he seemed eager to take. He was ruggedly handsome, even she had to admit that in spite of her type being pretty boys and the occasional debonair older man with an air of James Bond to him. And while his request that free beers would keep him chatty, he wasn’t horrible company to keep as far as looking went. The conversation still left room for that to change.

  “You and I got a deal then, stranger. I provide the rounds and you entertain me. How bout we start with your name?”

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cjohnscn‌: 

As with most nights, Calvin was enjoying the fruits of his labor at Inferno. The club was a hot spot within the city and no matter what day it was, there was always guaranteed to be a line of people clamoring to get in. For once, he wasn’t tucked away in his VIP booth hosting a bevvy of scantily clad women in tight dresses but instead down on the main part of the floor, trying to act like some semblance of the club owner that he was. Bottle of booze in hand, it was intended for the VIP booth filled with some notable guests. Shifting through the crowd, the hand on his shoulder made him pause and when he turned on, his ex was the last person he expected to see. Their breakup was on good terms – or as good as terms as it could be considering he got bored and she got swept up in the world of sparkly dresses and hair spray – so it wasn’t dismay she was met with but genuine surprise. “Funny, I could say the same for myself.” He remarked, a grin slowly appearing on his face. “Wonderin’ how you were able to slip into here without me noticin’. I usually have a knack for spottin’ the most beautiful woman in this place.”

It was her mother’s fault; Eva saw herself as prime real estate knowing that being young and pretty was what got a woman places, especially if they knew what to give and when to give it. Still, she was young and ambitious and expected her win to lead her to more than being ‘in-talks’ for projects by now. Twenty-five was creeping up on her and though it was hardly what one considered and old maid, her ambition was seen in her eyes as stupidity when she laid her eyes on Calvin. He was doing well -- apart from his good looks and money making him a catch, Eva had actually liked him once upon a time. What possessed her to let it end so she could go off working when her meal ticket was right next to her, she couldn’t say, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t up for trying to get him back. 

“ You’re still dangerously charming, I see.” She chuckled as she stained his cheeks with her kisses, insurance that for a while other women would be chased off seemed that she’d marked her territory. “ I must be losing my touch then if you didn’t notice me.Guess that means I’ll have to work a little harder tonight to keep your attention. “ She smiled, lashes batting up at him. “ How bout you by this beautiful woman a drink for ol’ time’s sake?”

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pixtro‌: 

“I did but I also didn’t know I was dealing with a class-1 goody-two-shoes,” he remarked, eyeing her up and down. “Man’s gotta make a living,” he shot back, zipping his coat up to metaphorically and literally block her out. “Oh, you’re pulling the ‘Jesus’ card now? Yeah, right. Give me a break. Only thing you Jesus-freaks are interested in is your own agenda. That guy was wearing a suit. I’m wearing shit I got from a donation center. You’re preaching your gospel to the wrong guy, Sister Gertrude.”

There was something Eva loved about a hot-blooded young man. She didn’t arouse tempers much, not compared to other emotions she usually aroused out of men, but for her own enjoyment she couldn’t have picked a better target. If only he could have said the same. “ It’s not so bad, bein’ good.” She half shrugged, a smile in place as the words sounded convincing after years of practice,but Eva knew them to be a lie. “ Why not make a good, honest livin’ to get by instead of risking jail time over the uncertainty of what a man has in his wallet on any given day? You know what they do to supple young things like you in prison?” While attempting to hold back a laugh, Eva batted her lashes. He wasn’t wrong about her having her own agenda, but it was less about spreading the gospel and more about what she could get out of people to suit her own needs. For most it was money and fame, but for this guy it was just temporary entertainment. “ It’s a shame, really. You’re kinda cute for a borderline hobo. If you had any wits about you , you’d have stolen hearts instead of wallets to earn your bread and butter.”

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scarlettsircn‌: 

Trying not to show her surprise at hearing the words of the woman that just sat next to her, Ezarah timidly looked over at her, wondering if she could be trusted. It was something like a fatal flaw for the redhead but the last time she had been alone to a place like this, she had ended up drunk and almost assaulted, so a little worrying seemed totally fine in her life of crazy these days. “I-…”, for a brief moment Ezarah lost her words while looking around, not really sure what she was looking for. Or maybe she hoped that the blond talked to someone else and not her. She really shouldn’t have been here, she shouldn’t have… and yet here the redhead was. Maybe there was something seriously wrong with her. “Thank you. You didn’t have to, thought. I would be happy to keep you company that way too. A rough day? Or maybe night? Life in general?”

Looking up at the young redhead, there was something hesitant in her dark eyes that made Eva cock her brow in wonder of what it was. “ Is it the beer, honey? I could get you somethin’ else if you like? A martini or a glass of wine? Now that I look at you you seem too pretty to be a ‘beer’ girl.” Eva smiled, taking a sip from her own bottle. She wasn’t rich -- not nearly as rich as she would like to be, but she had enough for a few rounds without it breaking the bank. “I’m not much of one myself, but there’s not much a glass of Rosé can do about this kind of mood.” She sighed dreamily, taking another sip. The girl seemed to have the look of a girl who like Eva, wasn’t a regular in bars or seen with a bottle of beer in hand over an upscale cocktail lounge with a fruity cocktail being sipped, but tonight was a night of firsts, it seemed. Like beer and dive bars, Eva didn’t like being seen with girls as pretty or prettier than her, either. “ A rough night... I suppose you could call it that, even though I should hardly be complain’ since it could clearly be worse. I guess I should be thankful for being a live right now, huh?” 

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romvnix‌: 

“You’re in a bar full of people, I’m sure you can manage to find someone to drink with you,” he shot back, gaze panning forward as the bottle beside him laid untouched. He had been in a mood since the events of the weekend, his only thoughts on that of his failures. He should’ve been keeping an eye on things. He should have known about it all, but no— he was stuck in back-to-back meetings in New York that weekend. The last thing he needed was feigned comradeship. He tapped the shot glass in front of him, watching it refill to the brim. What was he supposed to say? How could he say it? So many questions— maybe if he were lucky, he’d actually drink enough to give himself alcohol poisoning. One could only hope.

It was a kind gesture on her end, and while she wasn’t sure who turned down free booze, the man wasn’t wrong. There were tons of other people to talk to, many of them men on the other end of the bar who were staring at her so hard she wouldn’t have to pay for a drink for the rest of the night just for smiling at them. “Suit yourself, cowboy.” Eva shrugged before taking both bottles with her and sliding off the stool to find someone else to chat with. “Enjoy your night.”

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whitcarlisle‌: 

Of course Whitney capitalized on the tragedy for her own personal gain. Putting together a quick fundraiser in the hopes to pull together funs for the children who lost their father to have a college fund and to help with any funeral costs. The stunt not only solidified Whitney as a saint within the community but, by association, made Richard look generous as well. Little did anyone know, the warehouse hit had direct ties to her future husband and said husband was currently on a murderous rampage. With a bright smile, she was milling around chatting and thanking those who dedicated their time and money to help with the cause. 

As she made her rounds, the loud squeal penetrated the air and Whitney knew who it was before even turning around. The woman was a pain in her ass. Whitney knew in the grand scheme of things, she was the winner. Evangeline was nothing but a sad knock off in comparison to her. After all she had the money, the man and the ring – but Eva’s youthfulness and the current high she was riding on thanks to being the most recent Miss. America got under skin more than she cared to admit. “Evangeline!” Whitney plastered on the fakest of smiles, one that was even more false than the one she usually sported. “Good to see you as well.” Air kisses are given to each cheek before pulling away, resisting the urge to bristle at the subtle dig. “Not yet but soon my husband – I mean fiance is eager to get a family started after the wedding.” To emphasize her point, her ring clad hand deliberately raised to push a blonde lock behind her ear. “I’ve been in prep mode for the wedding, which would explain my glow – so glad you noticed. I’m more than happy to pass along my routine, I can see that Southern heat is making you look a lil’ dried out, hunny.”

Lips pursed, Eva returned the fake kisses even though she could tell that neither of them wanted to be so close to one another. Still, it was a legendary moment that nearby cameras caught, which prompted Eva to turn to the quickly and smile and pose for a few snaps before turning back to the older blonde.” Oh no? I’m sorry, I just could have swore since you put on so much weight since I saw you last. But don’t worry, honey, it’ll happen. You just gotta try a little harder since you’re not gettin’ any younger.” Eva smiled. When Whitney flashed her ring, Eva knew what she was doing, a silent vow made to herself to get an even bigger one when the time came and make Whitney choke on it.” I’ll be he is. But you know how men are since they can have kids at any time. Lucky them, never goin’ through the change... All they need is to find a younger woman and they’re back on track. And a man like Richard would have no problem finding one. He’s to tall, rich, and handsome-- you really lucked out, didn’t you?”

With a sharp inhale, as much as Whitney pissed her off, years and years of training and expert teachings of a genius conwoman had the younger woman quick witted. “ Oh honey, no, I’m a real Georgia peach -- the heat don’t bother me none. I’ll tell you what’s makin’ me a little dry though: all those studio lights. I know it was such a long time ago for you but you remember what it’s like, right? All the interviews and the press? And since I’ve been getting three times as much coverage than you ever did I’m under them way more, not to mention all these modeling gigs I have. I probably look so tired and overworked. I envy you, having nothing to do anymore -- all that sleep you get has you looking fresh as a daisy for someone your age.”

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hxrrris‌: 

“Hey! No spoilers, please,” he countered, adding joke after joke on top of each other. He was content with rejection but— had he actually been flirting was a whole other ballgame. He turned to humor as a crutch ( mostly to keep himself sane ) and hadn’t let anyone’s negativity bother him. Her pessimism made him want to speak up about not flirting, but he’d save himself the embarrassment. “I haven’t gotten through the entire jokebook yet.”

There was a long, sharp inhale through her nose as the man kept going. apparently he thought he was funny and had seen one-too-many Seth Rogan movies and other sitcoms where the funny guy managed to get a wife way out of his league and thought it could happen in real life. Whatever it was that had him flapping his gums, Evangeline wished he would lose it so that she wouldn’t be responsible for anything harsh that slipped out of her mouth. The last thing she needed was to be on record saying that she didn’t talk to anyone below and eight. “ I’m sorry but do you actually want something? Cause I’ve had a long day and the last thing I want to hear are bad dad jokes that are so terrible they’d make a Buddhist monk break his vow of silence just to beg you to stop.”

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pixtro‌: 

Bitch.

Part of him wanted to be impressed with her but he’d mostly been annoyed. Of course, it wasn’t like he needed the money, the thrill of getting caught was payment enough but now that he was inadvertently caught red-handed, it was only proof his winning streak could only go so far. Only proof this fucked up city was starting to lose its status as the crime capital. He steadied his pace back over to the man, pulling the wallet from his back pocket out to showcase it being behind him the entire time. 

“I’ll get that for you,” he offered, fake lifting it from the ground as he peevishly handed it over. Watching the man depart, he glared daggers back at the woman. “You kidding? Y’ain’t got anything better to do?”

The smile on her face was impossible to hide. While she was hoping to seethe kid take off and the man give chase, the obvious man didn’t even realize what had transpired, ending her fun when he walked away, the younger man approaching her with a hateful look. She met it with an even wider smile. “Me? Oh I have plenty to do, but I will always take time out of my day to be a good Samaritan. Do you not have anything better to do than pick pockets? You’re pretty sloppy at it too -- didn’t even check your surroundings first.” She tsked.

She wasn’t sure if he expected her to run or be afraid, but he had a boyish face that was hardly threatening even with a scowl on. It was like watching a puppy get angry. “ Now don’t get mad at me, sugar plum -- I’m just doing the right thing like Jesus would want me to do.”

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Bars weren’t really her thing, admittedly, but the atmosphere around the city as of late had Evangeline feeling down, and not wanting to be at home where it seemed like every channel and website she looked at was talking about it. It could have been worse, she supposed, and probably didn’t have the right to feel sad since it didn’t happen to her, but it still got to her. Maybe because it made her miss her own father. Shaking her head to try to get the thought out, she’d slipped into a sun dress and headed out, finding a seat at the bar vacant next to a lone person and hopped up on the stool. “ Two beers, please?” She ordered, throwing down a twenty as they were handed to her. She kept one for herself but stuck the other out to the person next to her with a genuine smile. “ I don’t wanna drink alone tonight.”

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When work got cumbersome it was only fair that Eva got to treat herself to a night out. While she had her image to consider, she could enjoy a little clubbing with her girlfriends so long as she didn’t get sloppy drunk and go home with a stranger, which wasn’t something she would do anyway. While it was more than fair to say Eva always looked her best, tonight was spectacular, her little black dress and plunging neckline made it hard to keep eyes off, which was exactly what she wanted. Though a few photos were snapped on camera phones on the way in, it was mostly discreet inside, which meant it was time for the first round of drinks. Wanting to hit the dance floor before he feet started to hurt, Eva’s friends headed to the bar to order drinks while the blonde pushed through the crowd to make her way to the floor when a familiar face made her pause. His back was turned, which gave her the chance to pull more of her cleavage out and flip her hair to the side before she placed her hand on his shoulder.” As I live and breathe... Calvin Johnson. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

@cjohnscn

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In the wake of the tragedy a lot of Atlanta’s big wigs were doing what they could to promote themselves and show just how caring and helpful they were to the media, even if everyone knew it was bullshit.  Eva did her part too, of course, showing up in her crown with her perfect pearly white smile talking about how sad it all was and how she wished she could change it. The media ate that shit up even if they didn’t believe her worth a damn. Still, having her role to play in it all, she showed up to an event planned by Whitney Carlisle, one of her predecessors ready to do her bit. In her own way Evangeline actually admired Whitney; she was smart in her own way and society savvy and was with a rich, hot man who gave every power and influence as well as a massive diamond ring. It was everything Eva wanted in life. Still, even though she admired her for getting it, that didn’t mean that Eva wasn't jealous of Whitney for having it.

Girls being catty was nothing new; it was one of the rules in girl world to tear a girl down to make yourself feel better, and Eva was better at it than she would ever admit. Besides, She was younger, prettier (in her opinion), ans since she was the one wearing the crown now, she deemed herself better than Whitney in that area. With that on her mind she puffed out her chest and strutted over, wide, fake smile and equally fake excitement visible as she called out. “ Whitney!” She squealed, arms outstretched to pull the older blond into a hug. “I’m so happy to see you! Look at you, you’re positively glowing! Are you pregnant?”

@whitcarlisle

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hxrrris‌: 

“You hear about the world tongue-twister champion getting arrested?” Teddy promptly interrupted, his hand all but nearly cracking the table in half ( or it, admittedly, might’ve been the other way around ) as he slapped the surface. “I hear they’re gonna give him a really tough sentence.”

Men hit on her all the time -- literally all the damn time. It was nice until it was unwanted, and while most of the time it was bragging, cringe-worthy jokes like this one, or outright disgusting comments, if the man was handsome or rich enough, Eva would play along to see what it could get her. This man, however, exuded neither of those things, which made Eva annoyed more than anything. A guy like him shouldn’t even be talking to a woman like her; with what did he even get the confidence to do so? “ Hilarious. Did you hear the one about the woman who wasn’t interested?”

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ravennarinaldi‌: 

It’d been a long time since she’d stepped foot within Atlanta. The furthest Ravenna had travelled wa Manhattan, and there was as enough filth there as there was here. Cosa Nostra means meant she extended an olive branch, a sight unseen to find out what might be undertaking within the city. Whether it benefited her or not was to be seen. “Carlo–” She snapped venomously, hues narrowed as one of the bodyguards almost stepped far too close into her path. “Do that again, and I will cut out your tongue and feed it to your infant child.” A turn, stances taken back to where they belonged, as Ravenna turned, hands folded. “And what was it you were eavesdropping in on? Mm?”

She planned her whole outfit around the seven-hundred dollar shoes that she splurged on and with a fresh manicure, Evangeline felt amazing. Strutting across the sidewalk, she should have been paying more attention to her surroundings, but was feeling herself far too much and paused to check a text she’d gotten in what appeared to be the wrong spot. Her attention was on her phone, eyes glued to the message, but her ears couldn’t help overhear the nasty threat the woman made to her employee. Honestly, it was ballsy, and loving a ballsy woman, a slight smirk appeared on her face as she texted back. It only faded when the woman’s wrath was turned on her, Eva cocking a brow as she turned to the woman and got a better look. It was frightening to be that clue to a woman with skin like that, Eva shuddering at the thought of getting old before sighing dramatically. She wanted to reply with ‘nothing interesting’ but her image had to be considered at all times. “ Me? Now why on Earth would I be eaveddropping on y’alls conversation, Ma’am.”

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calliope-grace‌: 

This wasn’t how that night was supposed to go. It was supposed to be a routine guard shift with the weapons, then Callie could go home. Just a routine shift…

no one was supposed to die. 

A father and his two kids. Barley old enough to know the future that they had ahead of them. Killed because someone had a grudge against the club, and Callie felt like it was all her fault. The doctors had checked her over and deemed it necessary to stay overnight. A concussion, a few broken ribs and a sprained wrist. The bruises on her face were blooming from where she took the hits and the brunette reached her hand up as she looked in the mirror. 

She had seen them bring the other three in and heard the screams of the mother left behind when she found out that her entire world had been taken from her and it broke Calliope’s heart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Hearing someone come into her room, Callie barley looked over her shoulder as she faced towards the window. 

“I’m really not in the mood for visitors.” 

The news devastated her. While she had her faults, Eva had a heart, and hearing about the loss of innocent life had actually wanting to preform her duties the right way, especially when it was in her own backyard. Though it was publicity, Eva posted a statement on her blog and her Twitter offering her thoughts and prayers with sincerity, not finding it to be enough at the end of the day and dragging herself out of the house and down to the florist.

With bright, cheery yellow roses and balloons and cards, she visited the hospital not as a stunt, but with sorrow in her eyes when she moved along the corridor to the rooms of the victims who survived. It wasn’t much, but maybe she could a little cheer in their hearts and lighten what she imagined was survivors guilt. After some convincing and a well acted white lie, a skill she’d gotten  good at over the years, Eva cracked open the door and peeked in to see if the woman was awake, smiling when their eyes met and entering the room. 

“Not even a visitor with flowers? Everybody likes flower.” She tried to sound uplifting but not over-cheerful as she set the vase and balloons down on the table before walking over. “ I know you don’t know me, but my name’s Eva.” She introduced, pausing and wondering what was the best small talk she could make. If it was rejected, she would leave, but at least she could say she tried.

“ It’s a little stuffy in here, isn’t it? Would you like me to open the window a smidgen so you can get some fresh air?”