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modernmufasa:

“Me? Sulk?” Blue eyes widened as he feigned surprise, the words immediately followed by mirthful laugh. He twisted his frame so he was facing her, leaning in close until their faces were only separated by a few inches. A grin played on his lips, “That sounds like a trip I could get on board with.”

The melodious laughter twisting around her frame swiftly removed what sadness had been weighted to her lungs, an easy grin elicited by such lifting to the blonde's mouth; the complications riddling the duo's ties seemingly rinsed.  "Then it's a date," She mused, lips remaining quirked upwards. 

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modernmufasa:

Her willingness to oblige with his request brought a grin to his face, further broadened by the wistfulness in her tone and body language as she tipped her head back. The milky skin of her neck was exposed to him, and his fingers itched in her direction. If he had known what was coming, he would have acted on his impulses in Mykonos, not wasted his time lusting after a dream that had morphed into a nightmare over time. “I’d say we should go to the City of Love, but maybe the City of Broken Hearts would be more applicable.”

A nose scrunched upwards, peering over at the male sideways at the threading of syllables to form broken hearts. "If you're going to sulk on our trip you can count me out," Her tone was riddled with both mirth and honesty, the corners of her mouth turning upwards. "Besides, the only thing we'd break in the City of Love is our bed frame." Ivories came in blatant view as lips tugged upwards in a full grin, the curve of her shoulder coming in contact with his to signify jest. 

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modernmufasa:

“So do you,” he responded, accepting her offering. He brought the pipe up to his lips, not looking at her, and not entirely sure to which man he was referring - himself or Graham. He guessed it was fitting for the entire lot of them. 

“Let’s talk about something else,” he said quickly, his voice somewhat muffled by the smoke he was holding as he handed the pipe back. “Like when we’re going to make our next great escape. I’m think somewhere no one can find us.”

The blonde hadn't protested the change of subject, inky lashes dropping shadows to the angle of high cheeks as she watched smoke curl from Tyler's mouth; the words following something that swiftly illuminated her features. "Let's go somewhere warm,"  She began, lids lulling shut as her chin tipped backwards, a moment taken to imagine their frames adorning a beach, "The Maldives are good right now-- it hasn't gotten too touristy yet. Or France."

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hntrdvnprts:

“I’ve always been more of the judgmental type.”

“That, I know. C’mon Hunter, live a little.”

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dylanrcbinson:

“I’m going to judge and then join. I didn’t know you were into this shit. I wouldn’t have taken you for a smoker of anything.” He said, pointing to the pipe.

Brows lifted for a beat, "Really? You must not have paid attention to gossip girl when we were in high school, then," A grin was offered, "I've been around the block a few times." The party scene deemed her niche during high school was filled with various substances, all of which the blonde had dabbled in; some more than others.

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evanderwoodsen:

Giving her a judgmental look, Eric snatched the pipe away before sitting down next to her. “Really, Serena?”

The male's motion had been expected, the pipe hanging lose in her grasp to prepare for such.  "Really, Eric?" She tossed back, syllables emphasized for dramatics; though, a grin was quick to illuminate the blonde's fetching features. "It's just weed."

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misskatifarkas:

“Does that mean you’re willing to share?”

“Isn’t that what us Manhattanites were raised to do? Share?” Serena grinned, offering the pipe in the brunette’s direction.

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nocartwright:

“Blaze up, S. I’m the last person who would judge you for indulging yourself in drugs.”

A bottom lip jutted outward to mimic a pout, “Does that mean you aren’t going to join me, Cartwright?”

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@j-ameson: @serenavdw how do u feel about IHOP

@serenavdw: @j-ameson pancakes get me in the mood, so consummating it will be a breeze

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@j-ameson: @serenavdw lets elope

@serenavdw: @j-ameson okay, i'll wear the suit you pick the place

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@j-ameson: blood is thicker is bullshit

@serenavdw: But you being the hottest Buckley isn't :)

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prickhudson:

“Are you an option? I feel high already,” Nick said, breezily avoiding the piece.

He was dodging her request-- though, with words mirroring silk, it had gone unnoticed. "You're smooth, Nick. I'll give you that." There was something about the male's cadence that stirred something within her frame, the graze of wings coming flush with a set of lungs. "Although you're a little dull," Words were followed by a grin, a flame exhaled from the lighter's mouth finding the cannabis with a careful hand.

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gracefullybuckley:

Grace’s smile froze on her face as she watched Serena make jabs feel like caresses. “And what is?” She tilted her head. “‘Grace Buckley’, I mean?”

Lips rolled inwards, taking a moment to think over her words. Serena had been chalked up to what GG spouted, to what her mother insisted, to what peers believed. She was hardly one to speak on matters she really didn't know. But, nonetheless-- "You've spent your life smiling for the masses," Like me, "I wouldn't have thought you'd do the same for something that was supposed to be a celebration of you."

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gracefullybuckley:

Grace tensed when she caught sight of the signature blonde strands and pearly white smile. After everything that happened at her party and the raging hangover she still had from it all, Serena was the last person she wanted to see.

“Oh,” she said politely, forcing a smile, “Thanks.” Her tongue rolled against the inside of her cheek. “Did you have fun at least?”

The blonde took a moment, recollecting the night's happenings-- which couldn't quite be deemed eventful. A slender shoulder lifted in a shrug, "I've been to worse parties, so it was a success, I'd say. But more importantly, did you? It didn't seem very--" She paused, the curve of a mouth threaded with remnants of sympathy, "Grace Buckley."

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helenakhim:

    “Only stupidity and uninvited guests. You happen to be both…but I suppose you aren’t so bad as to have me deprive you of a smoke.” Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her box of cigarettes and tossed it to the blonde.

“Wow-- I never thought you’d outgrow your doormat status. I can’t say I’m not proud,” Mirth resided within the blonde’s words, evident at the embers of a grin fleeting to her mouth, “Thanks.” A cylinder was retrieved, tucked loosely between the blondes lips. “What else have you been up to since high school? Besides growing a spine.” 

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gracefullybuckley:

“One second,” Grace murmured, eyes darting across a page of Love in the Time of Cholera as she adjusted one ivory heel on her foot with her other hand. Finally, she glanced up and beamed a smile, attempting to blow off the curl fixed to her lipgloss. “Okay. Hi.”

"I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday--” The blonde paused, “Belated now, I guess. I meant to grab you for a sec at your party but I didn’t get the chance.”

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prickhudson:

“Lucky you, men like me are easy to please,” Nick said. “But I haven’t met anyone like you before, so you’re going to have to help me out here.”

She offered the pipe in the male's direction, a coquettish grin curving her mouth upwards, "Let's start with this. Or,” A brow arched, “Your drug of choice.”