in the dead of night

forsythia sylvie templeton. 27. coyote ugly bookkeeper.

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location: coyote ugly for: @alexverhage​

they had just seen each other the previous night. and the night before that, and the morning before that, so far back that she thought to herself with bewilderment that this might be a regular thing now. originally, she’d loathed  the fact that he was a claddagh man, but something  about his brooding, sure nature stirred something deep inside her.

oh, that’s right, she was horny. (when is she not?)

she spotted him over by the bar and lost no time sauntering to his side, leaning over to procure herself a bottle of something weird. “come here often?”she asked as she spit the cap from her bottle out.

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location: coyote ugly for @stclla​

this was sylvie’s favourite night of the year. auction night always got her engine revving, and she loved it even more now that she didn’t have to do it as a coyote. offering up her eclectic set of skills gave her a funky person every year, and she loved getting back up on that bar.

“hey chickadee,” sylvie said as she slung an arm around stella’s neck. “ready to go up? know who might bid yet?”

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alexverhage‌:

    he straightened up as she shifted in his lap, the more she moved, the friction,  bringing awake another part of his body that he was sure she would feel any moment. “mhm..” he replied, his eyes never fixated on her face, watching as she pressed the cold glass against her cheek,  taking in her features. she was so effortlessly fucking beautiful and he wasn’t sure she was aware of that. sylvie had these big round blue eyes that could drive any man wild, drove him wild every now and then, and the more he stared into them, the more he knew how lost he could get in them – if she allowed him to. they were both so tug and pull sometimes, it was hard to believe that they could actually have something real, something more than what they had ongoing. the truth was simple and so evident sometimes, they were fucked beyond measure, they weren’t good for one another.  “i’m in no rush,” he replied, all of a sudden not really wanting to leave, aware that once he left they would go back to acting like nothing, just good ol’ regular fuck buddies, even this intimate moment was too much for them. something new in a sense. “so, uh, ya come ‘ere often?” he chuckled slightly, “this seat comfortable enough for you?” 

she straightened as she sat on his lap, feeling every inch of him beneath her as a smile crept up her face. sylvie loved the effect she had on xander; it almost made her feel as normal as everyone else wanted her to be. he balanced her, and lord knows she needs balance. sometimes sylvie felt like her skin was going to burst. sometimes she felt so hot she was going to die. sometimes all she needed was a cool drink and a poor john to ride until daylight. more often than not, her demons were the shot, but xander was the chaser.

“it’s the best seat in the house,” she murmured against xander’s ear as she ran her fingers up and down the back of his neck. sylvie pulled away and took another sip of her negroni. “you enjoying your bitch beer?”

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blaircamp‌:

blair’s head involuntarily tilted at sylvie’s words, letting out a snort, “it definitely does, babes.” her brow raised as a drink was placed in front of her, bringing the glass up to her lips for a taste. it was good, but blair was biased and would forever love her sangria’s. “oh please, just because i’m blonde and like enjoy getting drunk doesn’t mean that’s all i am. i happen to love whiskey neat, scotland has a great ones.”

sylvie leaned over the bar to playfully pinch blair’s cheek, then shimmied back down so she could make herself her own drink. “another fake country,” she muttered to herself as she perused the bottles. a shout came down the bar, telling sylvie to get out of the way and she gave them the middle finger. “what do you do to afford sangria, bunny?”

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billiemarquez‌:

Sylvie’s gleeful response makes Billie smile, wide and toothy, little canines poking out as she watches Sylvie turn the ominous little figurine between her palms. She clutches her own hands like she’s praying, and for a moment, she’s the weeping madonna, holy water tears the only thing missing. “Where the Devil can’t succeed,” she says, solemn as a preacher, “he sends a tiny tax man.” Or a Sylvie.

“Now, c’mon–” She held her hand out for Sylvie to take, solemnity gone like a ghost, some other, more giddy spirit possessing her instead – eager and dark-eyed. “You gotta teach me the forbidden tourney tricks so I can fuckin’ beat Dartsman’s ass next time he’s in.”

sylvie took billie’s hand with a curtsey and a kiss, then led her inside the bar. it was a dark and smokey night, with a few coyotes pulling some girls up onto the bar to dance with them. sylvie knew later on there’d be some kind of big ticket item, like a fire breather or some kind of contest. maybe stella would make a guy do a body shot.

“you want a drink?” she asked billie over the din off the trash rock. 

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stclla‌:

“bet it’s actually a cult,” stella nodded in agreement. when it came to sylvie’s outlandish statements—like disregarding the existence of an entire country—it was better to just roll with it. and when it came to someone like stella, it was also more fun. let them stack one ridiculous claim on top of another; more often than not it was more fun for interested customers, anyway. “i’ll probably go back in ten. or whenever i finish this drink. whichever happens first. you on tonight or just slipping out of the apartment to meet up with bears?”

sylvie shrugs and it turns into a shimmy on accident. “i did all my work this morning. i am, contrary to popular belief, not much of a night owl.” she put a hand on stella’s arm and walked her fingers up to her shoulder. “don’t drink to hard out there, yeah? boys get weird on thursdays.” she fished in her pocket and pulled out  a cigarette. “got a light? i might head back to my apartment if you ever need an escape. gotta balance them books and all.”

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alexverhage‌:

   he watched how instead of answering the brunette left, aware of why as soon as he heard her voice, sylvie.  who quite easily found her way to him, about just as soon as he thought she would.  “d’ya missed me already?” a smirk formed on his lips, leaning himself back against the chair, his hands falling to her waist without a second thought. the position they were in entirely natural for them.  “careful, darlin’ you’re going to give people somethin’ to talk about…”  not that he cared in the slightest and she had to know that. xander moved slightly, reaching forward for her drink, his body and lips dangerously close, closer than before.  “how about ya finish this so i can take you outta here, yeah?” 

she hums and shifts in his lap, leaning all of her weight against him. “i get so bored sometimes,” she says as she plays with the ends of his hair, never looking him directly in the eye. he was warm, and she’d deny it but she liked how being near something warm made her feel. she could just curl up and feel a little safer. “thanks for the drink,” she winks and takes a sip of the negroni, pressing the cold of the glass against her cheek. “where’s the fire? we’re just getting started.”

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alexverhage‌:

       xander  walked  inside,  a  chuckle  falling  from  his  lips  at  the  conversation,  while  allowing  for  the  leather  jacket  to  fall  from  his  shoulders  once  he  reached  the  bar.  he  threw  it  over  an  empty  chair,  calling  over  the  brunette  who  had just hopped off the bar,  not  entirely  sure  where  mac  was  at  the  moment.  “goose  ipa  and  a  negroni…please”  he  pulled  his  wallet  out  of  his  pocket,  handing  who  he  knew  as  sonny  his  credit  card.  “keep  it  open.” he watched as the girl pulled the beer out the fridge, and made the negroni, leaving a couple of bucks on the table as soon as she placed them in front of him. instead of returning to sylvie, he sat on the chair, clearing his throat, aware that sylvie was going to be waiting for him with her drink and something else entirely different.  “sonny, right? tell me about your day. all of it. don’t leave a detail out.” he said, bringing his beer up to his lips, aware that at any moment sylvie was going to walk in.

she loved his brooding stare, almost as much as she loved making fun of it. those dark, drawn eyebrows accompanied every single movement he did and she thought it was downright hilarious. and security was boring now, the flair for the dramatic and the fresh air gone. it wasn’t like it was her real job, anyway. sylvie snaked her way inside, leaving the door duty to a different member of security, and easily located xander at the bar. he was the only one not interested in the coyotes.

“howdy partner,” she said with a grin as she swung one leg over his, straddling his lap as she mounted him. her arms looped around his neck. “didya wait long?”

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stclla‌:

the laugh that left stella at the word boppin’ couldn’t be helped. “yeah, sylv, it’s boppin’.” nodding in assurance, she brought the bottle to her lips. “hey, for some people thirsty thursday is a religious experience. people live to get trashed on thursday and dick around all day friday until they’re off work. then go out and get trashed again.” stella shrugged a tad. “and where are they gonna go? across the street? not a chance.”

sylvie grinned and sauntered over towards stella. “they could fuck off to that irish hellhole, but why would they? the fuck even is ireland anyways? that’s not a country.” she stretched out her limbs. “when are you heading back in?”

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shilohried‌:

a smirk formed across shiloh’s features, she shimmed her dress a little further down her arm before she answered. “why don’t you take a look and answer that question yourself?” she took the tiniest of steps back, leaning forward to expose sylvie’s eyes to the pleasure that was her now exposed chest–the fabric of her dress hanging loose from her body. “health department, sealth department.” she teased, “i’ve never known you to follow the rules.”

sylvie let her hand wander closer to shiloh’s chest, almost skimming the soft skin she found there, but drew it back at the last second. “juicy, babe.” she’d be lying if she hadn’t thought about just taking the florist to the bathrooms and getting it over and done with, but the chase was half the fun. “go have fun in there.” she pecked shiloh’s cheek and gave her ass a squeeze.

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blaircamp‌:

the blonde couldn’t help but let out another laugh, rolling her eyes. she never took offense to it. blair never really tended to care about what others taught about her, because she would always be apologetically herself. and if someone offered to make her a drink? she’d never say no to that. following sylvie, a small smirk morphed on her face, shaking her head. “nashville, born and raised. though, i did spend five months in spain, which is where i learned to love my fruit juice.”

sylvie snorts as she mixes the drink. “spain doesn’t exist.” she says it as if it’s a fact and blair is being delusional, even as she realizes fully spain is a country. after a minute, she places a dark and stormy in front of blair. “was gonna give you whiskey straight up, but realized that might offend your blond sensibilities, bunny.” she winks at blair. “hope that tastes better.”

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alexverhage‌:

     xander took  his  id  from  her,  shoving  it  in  his  jacket  pocket,  eyes  never  actually  leaving  her  crazy  looking  ones.  “you  are  what  you  eat…”  he  shrugged,  his  answer  practically  nonchalant,  finally taking his stare away from her,  half  smile  on  his  lips.  “yeah,  find  mac.  no  trouble.  whatever.” he knew her drink, she knew he knew his drink and they knew each other well enough to know where to go to and who to go to to get their drinks from when they were on the clock. some would say they were ‘best friends’ and perhaps they’d agree,  if sylvie and xander actually knew the meaning of those words when it came to one another.  “talking a little too much today, forsythia…” he said as he made his way inside, a grin on his face,  “just let me go get your drink.”

“well, you know what they say, alexander...” she gave him an appreciative once-over. “idle hands and all that.” she want to be mad at him for using her full name, but she can’t bring herself to do anything but shoot his full name back at him. she was already formulating a plan to get back up to her apartment despite how busy it was inside. security was a shit job, anyway. 

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blaircamp‌:

there was never really anything normal about blair. she’d accepted that a long time ago. she never really did the right things, or made the right choices, or chose the right path. blair liked to do what her gut told her too, even if it meant always sticking out. so, of course, it was no surprise that she would be the kind of person to order one of the few drinks that contradicted the entire coyote ugly aesthetic.

blair nodded, a small smile on her face, and she even let out a small laugh at the question, giving the other a shrug. “i do. it’s my favorite drink.”

sylvie scoffs and her expression morphs into one of pity. “oh, honey, babe, no. c’mon. i don’t do this anymore but, jesus fuck, bunny, you’re cute. you shouldn’t have to drink fruit juice at a bar like a twelve-year-old.” she gestures for blair to follow her towards the end of the bar. sylvie slips underneath the barrier and begins to mix something for blair. “guessin’ you’re not from around here.”

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shilohried‌:

“this ol’ thing?” shiloh knew all of sylvie’s tricks – she’d spent years watching from behind the bar, laughing at the expense of others. it was part of her charm, added character to an already bustling bar (and an establishment like coyote ugly could never have too much charm). “i can take if off if you’d like..” she dropped a strap from her shoulder, exposing the soft skin of her collarbone to the cool evening air. “say the word, sylvie and i’ll strip right on down to my bra and panties. good thing i wore a matchin’ set tonight, huh?”

“oh babe.” sylvie trails her gaze up and down shiloh’s body. “i’d love to see you take it all off, you know i would, but i got put through the wringer last time i let a naked girl into the bar. something about health standards, i wasn’t really paying attention.” was she ever? sylvie got dangerously close and positioned her lips near shiloh’s ear with a small smile. “but tell me, what colour is that set?”

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billiemarquez‌:

The arm across her shoulder was met with a hand snared around Sylvie’s waist, the two of them the definition of an odd couple – but Billie wouldn’t have it any other way. “He ain’t here?” She raised both eyebrows in faux surprise, even gave a gasp just for the fuck of it. “Fuck yeah, I want a tourney. You still gotta teach me that trick of yours.”

She slipped her free hand into the purse that hung from her shoulder. “Here,” she said, “I’ll even bribe ya.” It was a small carved figurine that looked suspiciously like a devil dressed up as a tax man, his tie a snake, papers speared on his devil’s fork. It had become a sport of sorts, finding the weirdest things she thought Sylvie might like. Less a bribe and more a show of favour, in truth.

sylvie gasps and snatches the small figure from billie’s hands with glee. “oh my god, this is stunning. gorgeous. your finest work. this tiny man speaks to the innermost crevices of my soul.” she rocks back on her heels and marvels at the small figurine. she puts her face very close to it. “hello tiny tax man. will you help me kill my enemies?” she looks up at billie. “thank you for this gift.”

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stclla‌:

❝ i’m  taking  all  of  this, ❞  stella  started,  free  hand  motioning  around  the  scene  in  front  of  her,  ❝ as  a  yes  to  my  question.  and  to  answer  your  question,  no,  we’ve  still  got  a  few  hours  to  go. ❞  that  being  said,  the  girl  bent  down  and  brought  her  bottle  to  her  boot  buckle,  popping  the  cap  off.  slipping  it  into  her  back  pocket,  she  stood  back  up.  ❝ do  i  even  ask? ❞

sylvie shook her head, clearing any cobwebs that remained and shook out her limbs. “i think-- i did molly. unconfirmed. i feel fantastic, though.” she clet out an almighty belch. “is it boppin’ inside? a real hootenanny? i always feel like the guys get rowdy on thursdays for no damn reason. not like there isn’t work tomorrow.”

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alexverhage‌:

          he  sighed  at  her  question,  trying  to  keep  himself  from  pinching  the  bridge  of  his  nose at  ‘what’s  targét”.   instead,  he  smirked,  listening  to  her  go  on  about  customers  before  nodding  in  approval  of  this  penance.  “i  can  do  that,”  he  replied,  looking  her  up  and  down.    “what  was  the  drink  again? gin and tonic? no…something with gin. you know what, how about you come find me later…if you still want that drink.  if i don’t pay the penance, then that’s not on me. that’s on you.”

she hummed and looked him up and down. eventually, she gave him his id back and let her fingers linger a little longer than necessary. “adding water to a drink is a bitch move. don’t be a pussy.” she flashed him a blinding grin. “and i’m on the clock. these people won’t harass themselves. tell mac you’re getting me something, he’ll give you the least amount of trouble.”