a lady like that;

"but I'm a lady like W H O A, I can bring you to your knees and get you kicked out the garden of Eden. untameable, unframeable, Mona Lisa, oh! kiss you like a whiskey fire, turn around, get your heart in a riot. Lipstick in a cigarette pack on the dash, I'm a lady like that.

[evie-morris]

alycia-acosta​:

who: Aly & Evie | @evie-morris​​​​ when: Dinner Time where: Blue Water Avalon

It wasn’t like Aly to be early. Ever. The brunette was perpetually late to everything. Even when she went out of her way to allow herself extra time to get somewhere. She was always late, except for today. Aly arrived early at Blue Water Avalon and requested a table on the patio. It was a beautiful, clear skied evening, with a slight, chill in the Spring air. The sun was half an hour or so from sinking below the ocean lined horizon. She sipped a glass of wine while she watched it and waited for her friend date to arrive. It almost seemed ironic, how things had worked out. Over a year ago Aly had tried to go on a real date with Evie, but things didn’t come together. Aly started seeing Ben, Evie’s best friend, just after. Which made Aly think that, either way, Evangeline Morris was supposed to be apart of her life.

When Aly thought about her life without the other brunette woman she was instantly reminded of that day in the alley, and the mugger who had held them at gun point. Would Aly have gone that way on her own? Maybe. Would’ve things ended as well as they had? Absolutely not. It left her feeling a little in Evie’s debt. Of which nothing she had to offer seemed worthy. Of course everyone loved the things that money could buy, but what was the monetary value of her life? A priceless gift. Forever unrepayable. 

“Salut, bonita!” Aly greeted Evie warmly the moment she was in ear shot. “You look nice.” She couldn’t help but flirt just a little. It was harmless flattery at this point. “Very nice. And for me?” Her tongue clicked. “You shouldn’t have.”

.

As of late, Evie was, by far, the worst person someone could have for a friend. Work consumed her life and her free time was spent with the renovation when it wasn’t consumed with school. Days off were her best bet for any form of social life, but with the trial in progress, even that prep took precedence. Sometime soon, Evie needed to simply take a day off from working or school or from the renovation and sleep in before her body made the decision for her. 

The irony never escaped her about the dinner she had initially planned with Aly that had gone awry with a blackout. What had once would have been considered a date was now just simply a dinner. It was what spurred her to change from her work clothes into a sage-green maxi dress with nude-colored heels and swipe her dark hair into an artfully messy ponytail.

“Hi, I’m so sorry I’m late. I’d love to say traffic was a bitch, but honestly, a contractor needed my okay on something I’ve okayed probably...ten times over,” she said breezily as she adjusted the back of her earring. “You look really great. I’m so sorry. I’ve been so scatterbrained.” 

[evie-morris]

[akanesource]

[evie-morris]

akanesource​:

adelaidekane  Comfy @aloyoga #alopartner

[lunaoblonsky]

[evie-morris]

📱💬📲. || Benvie

B: You're not wrong. About either thing, really.

B: You think I spend that much of my time dissing Pop-Tarts?

B: It's made from parts of actual words. It's like the hot dog of the dictionary. And how about 'they have LESS NUTRITION than actual cardboard'.

E: I think you flip your shit when you see me even look in the direction of one.

E: I eat like a truck driver, we been knew.

E: Marlo eats better than I do.

E: Not a brag, just a comment of how thin I've been spreading myself.

[evie-morris]

📱💬📲. || Benvie

B: I just threw up in my mouth a little. Thanks for that.

B: I don't buy it because if you admit it's profound, then you have to admit I have a point. You have motivation to say I'm the problem.

B: I agree with you about one of those. And I'll add nutritionless too.

E: You're welcome. I'm a true American.

E: I think you're a lot of problems, but not in this instance. I think half the shit you say is funny.

E: The other half is dissing Pop-Tarts.

E: And ha, that's not a word, I win.

[evie-morris]

📱💬📲. || Benvie

B: Because if we bring rank into it, you can't minimize yourself.

B: Real artificial. Those two words sum up everything else with brevity.

E: We're all the same shade of blue.

E: That sounds profound but it's really not.

E: They're also delicious and senseless.

[evie-morris]

📱💬📲. || Benvie

B: It's not shame if I'm not ashamed of it.

B: *detective, though. In your case, not mine.

B: That's fine. Go to the mat and then lay there because your sugar high has crashed and that's literally all the Pop Tarts had to offer you by way of nutrition.

E: Yeah, well, in this case, it doesn't matter. We're both cops and rank doesn't really matter.

E: Excuse, it has real artificial fruit flavoring or yummy chocolate with gooey marshmallow filling. Who needs nutritional value when you've got sugar?

[evie-morris]

📱💬📲. || Benvie

B: I was rounding because I didn't feel pressed to be this detailed. Thanks.

B: I'm a 'surprised I haven't been fired yet' small town cop with two messed up legs and a terrible attitude. It's going really well. Stanford is proud to claim me as an alumnus. But I used the word alumnus correctly so it's not all bad.

B: Bring it on. Pop Tarts are not fight fuel.

E: Shame on you.

E: I'm just the small town cop who fucked her boss and has a terrible attitude. We all have our crosses to bear.

E: That's where you're fucking wrong, my guy. They're ALWAYS fight fuel. I'm going to the mat on this one.

[akanesource]

[evie-morris]

akanesource​:

adelaidekane  A huge, massive thanks to the wonderful staff at @grandcoralbeach for having us for our last few days in Cancun! From getting us our COVID tests to the amazing service at La Joya & La Scilica the whole staff was so welcoming & we felt very very safe. Thank you so so much!!! ♥️♥️♥️ Special mention to Erika who orchestrated the whole affair, you’re a legend 🥰

[evie-morris]

📱💬📲. || Benvie

B: So there's time for me to not be useless. I'll come help.

B: You don't already know the answer to this? That's it, I guess we're just fake friends.

B: 6'5"

B: Do you expect me to believe you have access to a ladder? Or that you would need one to beat my ass?

E: You're getting back into my good graces.

E: Chill your beans, I was double-checking that you knew how to count over ten with your shoes on because I'm not a foot shorter than you, I'm thirteen inches shorter than you.

E: How's that college learning treating you?

E: Home renovations means ample access to ladders for the ass-kicking.

[lunaoblonsky]

[evie-morris]

myersjm​:

Jason knew she hated her full name and he’d actually looked into a loophole so she wouldn’t have to deal with it during their interviews.  There was no efficient way to manage it, because it was her legal name.  He caught her cringe, but didn’t say anything for the same of professionalism.  They made it through the rest of his questions, all business, without any pauses or awkwardness. 

That was saving itself for their packing up process, as it turned out.  Once the recording was turned off and his phone was safely stowed in his pants pocket, her tone was different, as was his posture. 

Seeing her felt great and awful all at once.  He’d seen her after, of course.  After the confrontation with her and Jenny in the bullpen, after he’d stood there and watched because he was too stunned to do anything else.  This was still the first time in a very long time they’d been alone, though. 

“Not for the case,” he agreed.  That was the easy part; he dropped his gaze, not looking at her as he posed his next, most unofficial question of the day.  “Would it be too bold of me to ask if I could buy you a drink?” 

.

Evie’s nearly physical reaction to her name was as plain as day, most times. It did little to no good to hide it from Jason when he had seen it so often in their affair. She still had yet to wrap her head around it, but it was exactly that: an affair. She couldn’t claim to knowing she entered one as the other woman, but she had been so blissfully unaware and ready to risk the death glares and mutters about her ‘sleeping her way’ to the top. The difference was, she just hadn’t been prepared to risk it during the fallout, not when she had been so sure that it was real. Part of her wanted to believe it was. 

Just like everyone else in her life, Jason had let her down and let her down hard. 

“You can always ask the questions, the answer just may be something you need to brace for,” she joked lightly, a near desperate grasp at a straw for some hint of humor in their horrible situation. “But I suppose one can’t hurt.”

It was in public, at the very least. Nothing could go wrong in public.

[evie-morris]

racheldanziger-hirsch​:

who: closed | @evie-morris​ when: monday afternoon  where: woodstock kitchen, ventura 

While it had been building into the busy season at work, an ungraceful and consistently upward slope to madness, Rachel found herself in need of a few days working from home to support Adam’s early-out school schedule during midterms and parent-teacher conferences.  Much to her disappointment, there was no physical way for her to either be in two places at once, nor to transport through thin air and appear in a new location moments later.  So she took the time to work from home and she was grateful for it, even as she could feel herself getting further behind. 

One benefit was the opportunity to touch base with someone she’d been thinking about for a while, but hadn’t had a chance to reconnect with in the chaos of moving from Los Angeles to Catalina, was Evie Morris. 

There was always a twinge that came with seeing the younger woman.  She remembered Evie’s grandfather all too well, and because they had worked together at Morris Architecture, the two would be inextricably linked for Rachel.  Evie had been involved in a cast of friends and colleagues during one of Rachel’s most trying emotional stretches.  While she loved the chance to catch up, there were always complicated feelings involved.  So it wasn’t a surprise she’d set it, and the emotions, aside for a while.  

Now, though, it was more of a blessing than anything to have a free hour to touch base beyond a quick message. The amount of times it had taken them to schedule, ask for a rain check, re-schedule, and then beg off again told her Evie was in the same situation in terms of being busy.  Rachel hoped it was at least more exciting than her day-to-day grind because, as far as she was concerned, Evie deserved the world. 

Once at a table, arriving early because it could be said she was too glad not to be staring at a drafting app or a computer screen, she settled into an honest-to-God magazine full of fashion tips and perfume samples to wait.  (It was the closest she got most of the time to cutting loose.) 

.

With the frequency of delinquents populating Catalina, Evie had her work cut out for her. In the meantime, it meant slacking on people and maintaining personal relationships. Including, unfortunately, Rachel. Evie heard through a misplaced text message that she had moved to Catalina.

Rescheduling anything had been a bitch. Evie felt awful each and every time, but adulthood, school, and jobs seemed to prevent either of them from doing anything more than a quick ‘hey, thinking of you!’ text every other holiday. 

“If I’m late, feel free to just kick me to the curb,” she said by way of greeting as she slid into her seat. 

[y-ennefers]

[evie-morris]

📱💬📲. || Benvie

B: Yeah, that's a lot. It'll probably be worth it though.

B: When is your lease up?

B: Proportionally you're all leg. I'm still a foot taller than you, though, which means my sympathy is a foot shorter.

E: In a month or so.

E: I'm 5'4". How tall are you?

E: Your sympathy's a foot shorter, my temper's a foot shorter than that. I will climb a ladder and beat your ass.

[evie-morris]

charlotte-roberson​:

☀︎

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed at the girl who she’d seemed to surprise with her question. She couldn’t help but smile at the answer. “Fresh, I like that.” She nodded slowly as she considered the word against both options. Truthfully, she liked the one she’d picked more but something in her gut was telling her it might be too bright for this specific client. It endeared her to the girl, a bit. Something about kindred spirits…

“I think it’s absolutely fresh and it’s the one I’d choose for my own living room, for sure. I like the way you think. I can’t help but notice you seem to be a little… I don’t know, fraught? Are you struggling with a decision of your own? I’d love to help if I can.” She smiled warmly at her before realizing she’d have no reason to trust the opinion of a perfect stranger in a store. 

Charlotte pulled a business card out of her pocket and offered it it to her. “I’m Charlotte. I design for a living so I promise I’m not just some random woman who thinks her opinions are important. I mean, I am that but I also get paid to be that so it’s not entirely random.”

.

If your mouth doesn’t say it, your face will. It was a statement Evie had heard many, many times in her life. Finding out her face said it for her wasn’t all too surprising. 

“I just think it’s neat,” she confirmed with a small smile. The mention of being fraught sent an exhale from her lips. “Is it that obvious? I’m a little...ridiculously out of my league. I inherited my late grandparents’ house when they died but they had tenants living there and probate just cleared. I’m wanting to renovate and I have to have everything picked out. It’s just...a lot to look at.”

The card coming into sight had most of the tension lifting off Evie’s shoulders and she accepted the card with another smile. “I swear, you’re like a guardian angel or something. I’m Evie. Evie Morris.”