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[cressidawu]

@felix-drees

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peter-mckenzie‌:

“Go for it, mate. Good luck getting a drink though.” His eyes were on the man who approached him with the inquiry. He looked familiar but Peter had seen so many faces in passing throughout the years in London that he probably would find most people to look familiar. “Suppose everyone thought it would be a god idea to end the weekend at the pub, right?” He commented about the volume of people in the vacinity without much thought. He wasn’t horrible at socializing, especially after a few drinks. 

"Eh, I’m waiting on someone anyways, so doesn’t bother me much.” he responded with a shrug, figuring the man’s commentary was a pretty clear go ahead that conversation was welcomed, or at least okay.  Félix was relieved at that, finding conversation a much more entertaining way to pass time than looking at a screen was.  “Really does seem like the whole neighbourhood showed up, doesn’t it?”  He mused as he looked around the pub.  While it wasn’t a place he visited often, he had been there enough to know this was certainly a good night for business.  “Any guesses why?  I’m thinking...Margaret Thatcher fan club meeting?” he asked, dry as a bone, despite the fact that he was joking.

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cressidawu‌:

“I wouldn’t say there was anything strange about my being right.” If there was one thing she loved most about him ( an impossible decision really when there was so much ) it was that he had never once tried to dim her confidence to light up his own. He didn’t fall into the trap that so many others had in being intimidated instead of embracing it. There was only mutual respect and endless support. Perhaps the second thing she loved the most was watching him work and the endless amounts of talent that flowed into his designs. As much as she could and would wax lyrical about him, now wasn’t the time when they were rallying playful words back and forth. A tennis match far more entertaining to her than any at Wimbledon. “I suppose that does have a certain charm to it. It’s a shame you’re a successful one.” 

Smug grin spread over her features as he plucked the hammer from her hands when she’d had no intention of being the one to put the nail in the wall. “Now that was too easy.” With a gentle pull of her arm towards her, his hand still gently wrapped around it, she closed the space between them. Kiss was pressed against his lips quickly before she twirled away to pick up the painting. For once she was thankful that she had been to the gym that week, the weight of it taking her somewhat by surprised. But that didn’t stop her from hefting it up and flashing him a grin over her shoulder as though it weighed nothing.  “You really need to work on those arms, babe. This isn’t that bad.”

“Of course, what am I talking about?  I forgot that you, Cressida Wu, have never been wrong a day in your life.”  His tone was serious, but he assumed they both knew he was teasing.  “--Or at least that’s what you tell me.  An unbiased source, to be sure.”  Félix was an easygoing, affable sort of man, one who without much effort could get a long with most people, and always felt at ease in social situations.  But with Cress, it was that way only ten fold.  Never did he have to mind his words or worry if a joke went too far or if he teased too much, everything between the two seemed to flow easily, without friction.  And while many would believe that had been years in them making, he wasn’t sure if that’d be right.  There was an undeniable feeling of being at ease, even when they first met all those years ago.

“But doesn’t it count if I was one when we first met?  You can’t blame a man for moving up in his profession.  I mean, I’m pretty sure I would consider conning an already cheap hostel so both you and friend would do one night on, one night off on the singular bed you rented would count as starving, no?”  His life certainly had been different back then.  He missed the adventure of it somewhat, although he wouldn’t change anything about his life now.  His point was only proved as Cressida came in for the kill, and with surgical precision, landed a quick kiss on his lips, dancing away before he even had a moment to respond, to deepen it any further.  “Alright, for that comment alone, I’m going to take my time hammering in these nails, see how your arms feel afterwards.”

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artistainsley‌:

Ainsley couldn’t help but chuckle, it was so strange to see him uneasy this way. She was thankful he had reached out though, she had missed working with friends for as much as she tries to act like the loner type. “Please, I wouldn’t have offered if I hadn’t meant it,” she said, shaking her head. “How about a shoutout if it comes up? Although I wouldn’t say no to a burger either. I’ve been messing around with enough logo software on my own time that it won’t be a huge job, so don’t worry about it,” she smiled. “Have you got a computer around?” she asked. “And then I want to hear about this feature you’re getting, I’m really happy for you, your work deserves to be seen.”

Félix was normally a cool and collected guy.  It took a lot to agitate him, for better or worse, but as soon as he had hung up on the call, Félix had felt a sensation that had been unfamiliar to him since childhood: butterflies.  The publication had been one of the few the man had followed since the beginning of his career, saying that one day his goal would be to work for it or be in it.  And now one of those was happening.  Hopefully.  “I know, I know, but still, super grateful.” he insisted.  “Oh, you know it.  Shoutouts out the ass, I promise.  And I will happily throw in a burger.  Medium rare, well done?” he questioned, in jest mostly to show just how desperate he was for her help, but would also note her answer for dinner orders later.  “Yeah, yeah--” he replied, walking behind a desk before pulling out his mac book.  “I just, I do everything on paper so I just never really got around to using all the programs some people use these days and I guess I’m just an old man now.” he said with a shrug and a chuckle as he handed it to her.  “And honestly, I have no idea how it happened.  I mean, my friend Jade has recently taken over the social media aspect of the studio and I guess she knows what she’s doing because they reached out after seeing this piece I did on this up and coming rapper and now here we are---With me up the creek without a paddle and begging you for help.”

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peter-mckenzie‌:

It wasn’t a bad thing to end the weekend at the local pub, but maybe it was a bad thing to go to work hungover the morning after. Peter chuckled thinking about how a lone man drinking may look to others. However, despite his current state, he wasn’t drinking away his troubles, instead he had simply run out of liquor at home and the pub was closer than the shop. He was actually surprised by how full the place was, maybe there was a game on that he wasn’t aware of.

@londoncitystarters​

Normally, Félix was a strict observer of the unspoken ‘one stool between’ policy that most pubs followed, despite his outgoing and friendly nature, he knew some people didn’t appreciate it.  But tonight, with the busyness of the establishment, it was quite impossible to follow.  Tapping the bar in front of the only seat and next to a lone man to get his attention he spoke up.  “Sorry to interrupt, man, but mind if I sit here?”  Félix was the type that could and often would strike up a conversation with anyone, and in fact, quite enjoyed doing so.  But he couldn’t get a read on this man, couldn’t tell if he was the type that wanted to be engaged or not.

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niicck-thompson‌:

“Oh yeah,” Nick chuckled, “This sandwich definitely has the potential to destroy relationships,” He joked and then shook his head, “Ah, I see, an analytical mind, I don’t really know what’s in it, and I don’t want to find out, I like to keep things mysterious, you know? Adds a little bit of a magical element.”

“Wha can I say, I’m the one person that actually wants to know how the sausage is made.”  he said with a shrug, eyes roaming the menu board to see if it betrayed any of the Korean Gangster’s secrets.  But it was true, Félix would often have a meal out, only to go home and later that week try and recreate it.  He was fairly good at sussing out ingredients, and he enjoyed the challenge.  “Now do you go behind the counter and make it yourself or will someone come out eventually?” he joked, understanding that they were probably doing something productive out back, but also needing to get back for a booking.

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valentine-dupont‌:

There was a lot of faraway sounds that Val could tune out as he worked on edits, listening to the gentle scrape of forks, cups being placed on saucers. Coffeeshops were usually his preferred space to work, if not his own flat where he could light up a blunt and smoke on the balcony. But there was a peaceful quiet, one earpod in, listening to his assistant reading the text they’d laid down a few days ago and sighing. Despite the tranquil space, he couldn’t focus as well as he wanted to. After a moment, he tugged the earpod out and felt for his iced mocha, leaning back with a release of air. “This fuckin’ sucks.” He mumbled, running a hand through his messy curls. “Remind me why I write for a living when I hate hearin’ my own words spoken back t’me?” He laughed, shaking his head. He took a sip from the straw, shaking his head. “I need t’take some time off.”

Charcoal covered fingers flew across the page, as Félix tried to wrap his mind around a design concept.  Despite the client having laid out exactly what they wanted from Félix, he couldn’t exactly find a way to make it real, at least in his own style.  And that’s what they came to him for, so if he couldn’t do it in his own style, what was the point?  Sighing, he unbent his neck, the sounds of the cafe pouring in as he did so, unaware that he had been so focused to the point of tuning all else out.  Rolling his neck around to loosen the crick he had given himself, he let his eyes wander to the rest of the cafe, before falling on a nearby neighbor, just in time for words to spill from their mouth. Unsure if they were talking to Félix, but figuring it’d be rude not to respond if they were, the man decided to respond, the worst being he would be ignored.  “Ah, I know that feeling very well.  Not...Writing of course, but looking at your own work is...Torturous to say the least.”  he chuckled slightly, looking down at the many failed attempts of a design in his notepad.  “What’re you writing?” he inquired of the man, having always been intrigued in those who could turn words into something so much more, a talent Félix never seemed to excel in.

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niicck-thompson‌:

Nick chuckled, “Oh yeah, this sandwich took me places I didn’t even know existed, it’s not meant to last though,” he sighed longingly. “Nice to meet you Felix and this, my friend is a Korean gangster and according to its description it has a slutty sauce that I don’t know what it has or what makes her slutty but it’s Totally worth it and I recommend it, I actually recommend you get two, one, for now, to wolf down, and one to take home, light up some candles, play some soft music and have a private moment with.” He joked.

“Korean gangster with slutty sauce...” Félix let the words roll off his tongue and couldn’t help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of it.  Businesses were really wildin’, huh?  “I think I may just have to stick with one, although I believe you about it’s worthiness.  Just...Well, my fiancé isn’t a jealous woman but that situation you just described, well, that might be the thing that does it. “  Félix’s fingers tapped on the counter top as he waited for someone to come up front and take his order.  “What’s in it, anyways? Kimchi?  Korean barbecue?  Possibilities are endless, really.”

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itsjaderamirez‌:

“How about I make you a bet?” Jade told the person next to her with a smile. “I bet that I can beat you at that game of darts.” Pointing the to dark board across the way from them. “If I can beat you at it, then drinks are you all night. But if you beat me then well drinks are on me. Unless you have something else you want?” She asked just to make sure that they weren’t wanting something like free food or top shelf liquor. Especially since her credit card was almost at the max as is. “So what do you say? Do we have a deal?’

“Oh, no, no, no.--I’m smarter than to make bets with you, Jade.  Been there, done that, bought a t-shirt and sold it at a yard sale.  I’m not making that mistake again.”  Félix chuckled.  “How about we just play a game of darts and I’ll buy the round?”  He had fallen into this trap many times before with Jade, when they were younger, in some exotic locale half way across the world.  And many time he had come out of it with a wallet lighter than when he arrived.  And even though while now he could afford that, he wasn’t much in the mood for a competitive night.

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cressidawu‌:

“Well no one’s perfect. Though I come pretty close.” Hair was tossed in playful vanity before she couldn’t help but press another kiss against him, this time catching his check as he turned to flash her a grin. Reluctantly she moved away from him, hands trailing along his sides as she stepped back. She continued to speak as she wandered through to where she was certain she had left the hammer, voice filled with faux heartbreak as she did. “It’s such a shock, I’m still processing. Here was me thinking you reached my level of almost perfection -” She paused her search to peer around the doorway at him once more. “- now it all feels like a lie.” Eventually she found the hammer, returning triumphantly with it. As she spoke she waved it around slightly, using it to help animate her words. “You have a deal. And if anyone questions it we’ll just make out like they don’t have enough of an artistic eye to ‘get it’.”

“Hmm...You know, strangely, I agree.”  he replied with a grin as his eyes followed her form as she wandered through their flat, looking for the hammer.  He loved to watch her move, regardless of what she was doing; dancing, walking, gesturing as she spoke to others.  All her actions shined with this undeniable amount of confidence.  It was hard to describe, but other people’s confidence seemed heavy handed to him, whereas hers seemed light, and bright.  “To be fair, i do have many other attributes.” he argued playfully.  “What woman doesn’t want a starving artist, after all?” he jested, although he was far from starving.  Business was good, after all.  --- He dodged playfully as she gestured, hammer in hand, before gently grabbing her wrist and prying it from her grip.  “I’m sorry, but you’ve proven you can no longer be trusted with tools.” he grinned.  “But feel free to give my poor vanity arms a break and hold up the painting, will you?”

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@hughastorthorpe​

Félix’s hand hovered over the door handle, pausing as he read the text from Cress.  Work was holding her up, as that processed Félix’s eyes shot up to the well dressed man he had seen through the window, Hugh.  The two got along fine enough, and Félix was always happy to hang with any friends of Cress’ but...Usually Cress was there.  He couldn’t think of a time he and Hugh had spent more than 5, 10 minutes tops, alone together.  And by the sounds of his fiancé’s texts, it’d definitely be more than that.  With an almost imperceptible squaring of his shoulders, Félix finished his action, opening the door and walking into the fairly posh bar.  Unsure if the man had seen him, Félix figured he’d simply slide in next to him, instead of calling out.  “So--Looks like we’re on our own for awhile, man.”