yes, i'm perfect. stop asking!

the foxworth's family prize. i am truly a blessing to those i'm around. welcome to my world of glamour, excitement and fame.winner of 56 blue ribbons. 14 regional trophies.and a 6 time national champion. i amgeorgette giselle foxworth and i am...humbly grateful for being in monsanto.

[ofpriderocks]

“I don’t understand why people get so hyped for Halloween this early. I get September and August are boring months but I don’t want to heart the monster mash blasting in target so soon.”

[georgette-thefox-blog]

“That would be capitalism, darling. Love it or hate it.”

[sallyfuckingdraper]

[georgette-thefox-blog]

everyoneshutupfordelaney‌:

Delaney wasn’t the type to usually spend her time alone in a bar. It was such a cliche image, but sometimes she needed a brightly coloured drink with a ridiculous straw, so here she was. She wasn’t feeling great in most manners of speaking, and honestly wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings. Instead, she’d been spending her time absently stirring her drink with her straw and scrolling through her phone.

She was shaken from her fugue state by a girl speaking up next to her, making her look up. She took in several things at once as she looked the girl over. First, she was pretty sure the girl was high. Something about her set off alarm bells for things that Delaney had put behind her by now - though, she didn’t much like the reminder. Second, the girl was pretty, which was neither here nor there considering the first thing, but still. And third, the girl was definitely talking to her.

“Looks like it. Gotta say, you look more happy about that than me,” she replied after a moment, shrugging.

For a moment there, Georgette sat confused, pouring in the other woman’s words. It was like a long, droning of some sort and it took her by surprise. Most people she met here were full of life, like young puppies ready to chase butterflies, except here butterflies were drinks and phone numbers. 

“Confiiiiidence, honey, confidence.” Her head was beginning to feel lazy as she finished her cosmo and ordered another. “Why would I need anyone else in the world right now when I have me?” She gave her a small grin, managing to lean over and place a paper umbrella in her hair. “There. Now you look just like a hula dancer.” At this point, things that came rolling from her mouth were unfiltered. “Why are you sitting here like this, anyways? You are hot. You look mean. You look dark and spooky and guys love that shit. Why aren’t you basking in it all?”

[georgette-thefox-blog]

puckerup-buttercup‌:

“Y’know, if you’ve been away for a while, you should check out this absolutely adorable li’l boutique that just opened down the street. They have some mighty fabulous shoes that are to die for.”

“Well, what’s the quality of the material? The price range? I do not want to walk into anything like a Claire’s.”

[georgette-thefox-blog]

cestmoipenelope‌:

Penelope swirled the straw in her mojito so fast, she thought she saw froth.  She had never been good at waiting.  She’d already asked the bartender if they were looking for entertainment (they weren’t), so she couldn’t network.  And she was getting downright lightheaded from rushing to the ladies’ room and powdering her nose again and again.  That agent she met at that mixer was supposed to have shown up at least twenty minutes ago.

She scoffed at the other girl trying to make conversation.  She was clearly on something.  Penelope couldn’t tell specifically what, but she recognized the signs.  “You may be a loner, sweet cakes.  I happen to be waiting for someone.”  That someone was just…very late.

George’s eyes uncontrollably went cross eyed as she listened to the stranger’s words. “You seem to be feeding yourself those lies. I’ve seen you here since I walked in an hour ago.” She lifted a paper umbrella into the air and spun it around in front of herself to entertain her. To say that this life bored her was an understatement. She already had everything. It was nights like these, alone, when she decided it was time for chaos. “Listen,” she said, engaging in this off putting girl again, “Let me buy a few drinks while you wait.”

Her insecure drunken mind started setting off alarms in her head as she listened to herself speak. Are you really this desperate for friends? Don’t you have anything better to do? Harmful thoughts entered her mind, but she stayed strong, suggestively grinning at the blonde.

“Unless you’re scared you got stood up.”

[georgette-thefox-blog]

dvmscl‌:

“I WOULD THINK it isn’t named the most advanced city for no reason,” daphne shrugged, feeling no ill towards her new home. it was certainly better than the last. “is that an invitation or an announcement?”

“I tend to turn most of my invitations into announcements. Also an announcement of my arrival was in order, but in all reality I just narrate to myself while I wait for my driver.” She let herself laugh to finish off her joke, looking at the girl was an impressed eye. “Would you like it to be an invitation?”

[georgette-thefox-blog]

dadgumitsmater‌:

The guilt was stronger than usual. Mater had been alone with his thoughts for too long on this particular day, and he was thinking about Lightning’s second wreck, wishing there was something he could’ve done. Wishing there was more he could do to help him now. He hadn’t really planned to go to the bar, but he found himself ducking inside anyway. He wasn’t the kind of person that drowned his misery in alcohol, it was just better to be there, having a drink or two, than sitting at home mulling over everything.

He hadn’t paid much attention to his surroundings, sipping slowly on his drink, not expecting to bump into anyone he knew. He didn’t realize that he was being spoken to until a few minutes after he’d sat down, glancing over at the woman for conformation that she was looking in his direction.

“Guess so,” he smiled back, placing his half finished glass on the counter. As outgoing and sociable as Mater was, it wasn’t a stretch to call him a longer. Growing up he hadn’t had many friends – it was always him and his family. And after his dad got sick, the time he spent even with them was cut down quite a lot, working most of the hours in the day. “Ain’t so bad. I enjoy my own company.”

The ringing of the music didn’t stop pounding against the back of her head, for a known reason, her senses became like a goo. Not to mention, the alcohol was kicking in. In a sloppy manner, her neck seemed to go out and her head fell to the left, looking at the boy like a glimmer in the sky, like a puzzle she didn’t want to put together just quite yet. “Well, you sound like me!” she exclaimed, hearing him out but also getting ahead of herself. “I am a classic Leooo,” she cooed, blinking her lazy eyes back over her drink while she took a nice sip. 

Exhaling as she pulled away from her glass, the realization she hadn’t introduced herself hit her and she sprung back upwards, throwing out her hand towards him. “I am Georgette. Georgie Foxworth. The Leoooo.”

[georgette-thefox-blog]

zoinkshaggy‌:

Clubs? You know I’ve never been to a club? Like, it sounds… scary.

“You...don’t get out much, do you?”

[diesadie-blog]

Somewhere on the street

[georgette-thefox-blog]

diesadie‌:

“Of course,” Sadie rolled her eyes, “typical. You’re not the only one who has places to be, I have people to see too. But I get it, you think you’re more important than I am, so you’re free. Go on, the money will do”

She got up holding the bottle of hot sauce she had been looking for, looked the girl up and down. “Well, seeing as I work at a bar where, no offense, people like you walk in from time to time. Your face really fades in with the other blondes who think they know what a mimosa’s supposed to be. Be happy you at least got the grand marnier in there, most bars forget the basics of a classic cocktail. But yes, that’s what I do, I’m a bartender for the early birds. What is it you do? Besides terrorize the citizens of monsanto with your reckless driving.”

It was one thing to demand money, but it was another to act entitled towards an apology. Was she actually getting sassy with her? When she had just so generously given her charity. It wasn’t completely obvious the girl was struggling money wise, but with George’s natural eye for detail, she noticed how important these items were that remained crushed under the car. Georgette blinked at the girl, the slightest raise in the left tip of her top lip, aggressively scrunching up her nose in the most subtle of manners, simply to reveal her distaste. Just like cream, she melted that mask away and turned into the truly nasty women she was when threatened. “It really is a shame your memory is so bad. Imagine having me as your regular. You’d only need to work maybe two days a week…if that.” She smirked and began to spin her keys around her finger, trying to regain and withhold control, her confidence unfaltering. Laughing at her attempt to insult, George finally just shook her head. “Girls like me don’t have to know bartender trivia, that’s your job. And it’s quite excellent that you are so good at it too, considering…” Like a lioness, she stepped forward, creating a mental game as her eyes bled into the stranger’s. “You will never be anything more.”

“Now little, ol’ me has an audition. Among all the other amazing things I do around here, I also travel far beyond this shit show, to places like Greece…Italy, France, where they expect me for fashion shows, big New York opera performances, my father is the Emmett Foxworth, after all.” She yawned, looking out towards her friend’s apartment. “Now, while I would love to stay and chit chat, I really must be going.”

She dug through her tiny purse, handing her a card. “Here. Call Richard. He has been looking to hire someone and the money is…well better than you’ll get selling mimosas every morning.” 

[crastinum-blog]

[georgette-thefox-blog]

Alonzo.

Rex.

Alonzo.

Rex.

Her mind was swimming as her feet bounced from the floor, side to side, rhythmically matching the sounds that escalated and crawled into her skin like a sickness. She knew she had to stop popping these...they were always too good. But whenever Rex offered...she couldn’t say no. He wasn’t even here with her...just dropped them off as if they didn’t have a magic string that was strung around their hearts, tied to each other. At least, that’s how Georgette saw it. Rex was one of those childhood friends...the boy she grew up loving. He was so damn similar to her, growing up the same way, receiving the same attention. It was no wonder they both hated and loved each other. They were one in the same. But as they got older, Rex began to grow colder...just as Alonzo had. It wasn’t too hard to see why she needed nights like these, ones where a simple pill could melt her obsessiveness away.

She didn’t mean to be so much. It was just the conditions, the circumstances, the lifestyle of being handed everything you want. When it came to uncontrollable, unattainable things...for instance, human emotion, Georgette could lose her mind. How was it, in this huge world of hers, the two people who she put on the highest pedestal would be so...indifferent when it came to her?

Her heart ached and pounded. She couldn’t feel her feet. She was buzzing on a high that only ignoring all your problems could deliver. 

With a heavy heart, she wandered back to the bar, letting herself breathe finally. She ordered a cosmopolitan with extra umbrellas and tipped a twenty. 

When the blonde looked at the person who was sitting closest to her, she grinned.

“Well look at the two of us. Just a couple of loners, huh?”

[georgette-thefox-blog]

francistheegreat‌:

Only from NYC? That seems a bit exclusive don’t you think?

It’s hard for me not to be nice to a fellow Theatre kid but alas nothing much had been going on this end. Everyone’s still doing their own thing. Why? Are you wondering if i’ll give you Alejandro news?

If I’m there, isn’t it always exclusive, dahling?

...Now bringing him up isn’t very nice! Errgh...even after the agent I hired---you know, if I can’t get a straight answer from any of you, why should I care? It’s not like I’ve spent years trying to get some kind of response from him. He used to be obsessed with me and now...now why did you have to just...I haven’t spoken about him in months, Francis!! Months!! And now you just...bring him up...It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m over it. I’ve been over it. I could care less about how he spends his weekends or who he spends them with or how he likes his alcohol...or when he used to pet me to sleep....Oh Alonzo...

[diesadie-blog]

Somewhere on the street

[georgette-thefox-blog]

diesadie‌:

Sadie took out her coin purse and crumbled up the bill, she pushed it in between her coins and placed it back in her purse. She could’ve said thank you and left it at that, but being the person she was, she had a better idea. 

“Well, that’s a nice start, but if you had been paying attention to where you parking your car… then we could’ve just avoided this.” 

She looked the girl up and down, and could tell that money had blinded her. She offered a smile but not what Sadie was looking for, an apology.

“But you know, an apology would really cover this,” she smiled just as bright as the girl, waiting for those two words, “only, of course, if you can afford it.” 

“Oh honey, I don’t think you could afford an apology from me. Those are very expensive. Now if you don’t mind, I have places to be, people to see. More so than you, I’m sure. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, shall we?” Georgette straightened out her dress, clicked the alarm to her car and spun around to stand on the sidewalk, looking down now at the girl.

She turned her head awkwardly to the side, peering at her up and down until her nose flared up a bit and she looked somewhat bug eyed. “Wait? Haven’t I seen you before? You were a bartender somewhere...I ordered a mimosa and you forgot the slice of orange or something?” She dug through her memory, not looking particularly phase by the incident she described but more so curious.

[georgette-thefox-blog]

xtinytink‌:

Damn, if I was able to go on a vacation somewhere far from here I wouldn’t bother coming back. Where did you go that you would even miss this place? The clubs here are really good though, I’ll give Monsanto that.

Why, Paris, of course! I opened a new bonbon shoppee there so I’ve been spending the last few months in the lovely city, visiting friends, doing fashion shows, live performance with a few cast members from the show we did together in February through March. 

It’s how I said, definitely surprising that after all my fun I actually missed it here. Must be clubs.

Now dear, what is your name? It isn’t polite to have a discussion without knowing who it is you’re speaking to. I’m the Georgette Foxworth. Don’t get too flustered.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

[modelsandinstagram]

[diesadie-blog]

Somewhere on the street

[georgette-thefox-blog]

diesadie‌:

If Sadie hadn’t jumped out of the way, she would’ve lost a lot more than her bottle of shampoo. She stared at the girl as she exited her car, so clueless of the destruction she had just caused. She looked down at the bottle torn apart under the weight of the car, the white substance staining the pavement, the tire, and her only nice pair of pants.

“Do you mean, what did /you/ run over? Don’t worry sweetie I’ll send you an invoice.”

Georgette tried not to laugh when she soaked in the girl’s reaction, how she looked hopelessly under the car at the ruined items. “Well, if you care so much about these things, I suggest not leaving them on the ground, yes?” She scrunched up her nose as she spoke, finally crouching down to look at what all she had damaged. She exhaled with a bit of an eye roll, hiding her annoyance as she rose back up and made her way around the vehicle. She began to rummage through her purse before zeroing in on her wallet.

“Here, my charity case for the day. That should cover it.”

Georgette held out a crisp hundred dollar bill, as well as offering a big, bright, beaming smile. Confidence, as she was taught so often, was the key.