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@georgielarue
GEORGIE LA RUE || TASK UN : GET TO KNOW ME
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__ ABOUT:
Full Name/Nickname: Georgie La Rue { born Georgina Moreau }, is known as G, Georgie, Georgia
Age/DOB: 31, born August 10th, 1990
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Gender: Cis-Female
Place of Birth: Brooklyn, New York
Arrondissement: Entrepôt 10th
Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Demisexual
Religion: Agnostic
Occupation: Model/Influencer
ADELAIDE KANE via instagram
🍻+ “ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
Fantasies are for the ones that don’t live life to the fullest. Thankfully, I don’t need to think about fantasies at all.
🍻 + “ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“I am okay.”
🍻 - “is there someone you have a crush on?”
Already answered
🍻 + “ do you believe in true love ?”
No. It is all a lie.
🍻+ “ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
That is for the little kids. I live in the real world.
🍻+ “ what scares you more than anything ?”
Not being good enough.
🍻+ “ do you believe in love ?”
Love is for those that don’t believe in themselves. Love is for those that seek out something in their empty lives.
I believe in being capable enough of living your life without having to need someone else or a feeling that doesn’t fulfill anything.
ambroscm:
“Ah, so you’re rich but cheap, I see.” Ambrose teased easily. His favorite thing about being social was the fact that he constantly surrounded himself with people that gave him a hard time so he could do the exact same thing to them. He thanked the bartender for his shot of amaretto and then nodded easily. He wasn’t the biggest fan on the holiday, a holiday just wasn’t it for him if they didn’t get the day off. But it was his daughter’s favorite, so he was forced to like it. “It’s not supposed to be magical though, right? It’s all about the grand gesture, the engagement proposal, the sex. Like…it’s just not original anymore.” He admitted with an easy smile. “That being said, it’s the day of the year when I make most of my money, so I love that people get so into it.”
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“I am not cheap, I am clever, there is a difference here love,” Georgie simply said back, offering the man a small smirk. The brunette knew her sour mood and the ideas regarding what the holiday meant to her could potentially set some people off, but yet here she was, enjoying herself and quite glad someone was willing to discuss things with her, even if that someone was a friend. “But here’s the thing, you can get all of that, the grand gesture, the proposal, the sex in any other day! You honestly shouldn’t have to wait for a certain date in your life to do things like that! What happened with being spontaneous? That is where the real romance lays!” She stated sharing her point of view. However, at his words all she could do was simply roll her eyes, because typical. “OF course you would enjoy such a date.”
drunken confession.
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
“ what’s holding you back in life ?”
“ is everything alright? ”
“ when did you choose to give up ?”
“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
“ how many have you slept with ?”
“ what’s your biggest secret ?”
“ do you believe in love ?”
“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”
“ what scares you more than anything ?”
“ have you ever considered running away ?”
“ do you love me ?”
“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“ who hurt you ?”
“ what made you this way ?”
“ is there anyone special in your life ?”
“ why are you always smiling ?”
“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
“ who are you, really ?”
“ is there anything you regret ?”
“ what’s your biggest regret ?”
“ tell me about your first kiss ?”
“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”
“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”
“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”
“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”
“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”
“ when was the last time you cried ?”
“ how come you keep running away ?”
“ have you ever made someone cry ?”
“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”
“ do you believe in true love ?”
“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”
“ do you regret letting me close ?”
“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”
“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”
“ do you ever get scared ?”
“ what do you really think of life ?”
add your own for further development.
It has been said that a virtue is a mean between two extremes. However, this mean is difficult to accomplish because no one is perfect, especially not our muses — show us their bad side. Bold the extreme of each virtue your muse is more prone to. Take in even the slightest preference or tendency. Bonus: put a * after each pair of traits that has changed sides during their life. Feel free to tell about it in the tags as well.
POLITENESS: untruthfulness* vs. rudeness FIDELITY: obstinacy vs. fickleness WISDOM: guile vs. folly TEMPERANCE: abstinence vs. dissipation COURAGE: recklessness vs. cowardice JUSTICE: vindictiveness vs. indifference GENEROSITY: wastefulness vs. stinginess COMPASSION: segregation vs. cruelty MERCY: apologism vs. hatred GRATITUDE: complacency vs. nostalgia HUMILITY: weakness vs. egotism SIMPLICITY: simplism vs. magniloquence PURE: naivety vs. corruption GENTLENESS: passivity vs. irascibility CANDOUR: exhibitionism vs. insincerity HUMOUR: buffoonery* vs. boorishness
marcelocalleja:
“—Christ,” the expletive slowly fell from his lips, sitting up in tandem as he stared down at his phone, a myriad of emails littering the screen. Eyes flitted to the lukewarm espresso that sat next to him, now taking the means to curse to himself internally as he peered at the clock — he should have went for decaf. At this point, he was babbling off to anyone who would listen, the firehouse and his past rounds as a surgeon offering a more isolated lifestyle once the infrequent spans of free time dared open up. “Do you believe in fate?” Now, at near forty years old wasn’t the time to have an existential crisis, he pigeonholed himself as too ordinary for that, a breath of a chuckle escaping him as if it would soften the blow of such loaded inquiry, “Like if your life turns to shit or is a rollercoaster or whatever that it has to turn out just fine; run its course or whatever? I don’t know, I don’t mean to pick your brain, just need a second opinion.” A second opinion, reassurance; whatever term could be coined; and damn, did he sound like a chatty tourist now, too. // @paristarters
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Georgie tried not to pry on strangers, but she couldn’t help but glance to the man beside her as he complained while looking at his phone. Someone appeared to be having a worse day than hers in the end. Some would think that you being a model would imply on a lot of people doing things for you, but that also meant your agenda being so full of things that sometimes you didn’t have a moment for yourself -- which generally happened when Georgie was hiding from her phone and ignoring any e-mails, calls or messages she was supposed to be getting.
“Fate?” She questioned, finding his question somewhat odd by not having a real context to it. “Would you imply that fate is the same as destiny then? Things have to happen for a reason and all that bla bla bla?” She questioned trying to see how deep he was going with this and what he really meant to say in the end.
caoimhinp:
Why had he come over here? He could have went and grabbed any other bartender and asked them to cover but oh no. Now he was stood in front of her like an idiot and he was due to finish his shift in like five minutes. How do you break it to a woman like her that you have better places to be? Caoimhín pondered that thought for a moment and immediately heard the internal dialogue repeated. Better places? This was fucking Georgie LaRue!
The internal crisis was interrupted when he finally heard her voice, weird. She had a gorgeous voice but he hadn’t really ever thought about how a gorgeous model on instagram spoke, again very much disappointed in his one track mind. The sound of it both calmed him and made his pulse race faster, something he didn’t know was even possible. “I’m calm,” he quickly shot back but though doth protest too much was the case here. Despite the crush, he had to try his best to appear somewhat cool on the outside.
Just as she asked what was on offer, a colleague passed by and gave him a shove and a knowing grin, making the Caoimhín laugh. The colleague then shouted, “Don’t you get off soon?”
Caoimhín just ignored them and turned his attention back to the brunette. “I’m here all night for ya and have anything you like,” he answered with a grin. “I didn’t like that a woman like yourself walked in here without someone to make a fuss of her, so it’s my job to make sure tonight is the best night you’ve ever had in Le Rouge,” he added, waving back at the bar and signalling to his colleague to bring over the best champagne. “Maybe even Paris, if I try hard enough.” The man felt more at ease as he leant into his usual barman charm. The bottle arrived and he popped it so the cork hit the ceiling. “Will this do?”
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He was new, or so she assumed since she didn’t remember seeing him the last time she came by. But even though he seemed to not know what her usual order would be, Georgie was quite enjoying all the attention she was receiving from him right now -- something she would never say no to. “Careful with your words there, Finn, because I might take them seriously and be really upset if you don’t stick to your words,” Geogie said with a small tilt of her head to the side, giving him her undivided attention now. His words clearly proved to her that he knew who she was and was acting clearly based on that, but did she care? No, not at all. “I knew there was a reason for me to like you from the start, you have the good taste all the rest of your colleagues are lacking,” she stated, beaming wide as she saw what he brought to offer her tonight. “That for certain can make my night a lot better than it started.”
micaylaharris:
Micayla waved the comment about her staff away, as if to leave the whole incident behind them. She sat down next to Georgie, leaning in as if to share a secret with her. “Well, we have some special drinks on the menu for the occasion.” she explained. She began to list them off, counting them off on her fingers. “There’s Love on the Rocks, Cupid’s Broken Arrow, a glass of Common Sense wine, and the Bitter Blackthorn Shot. And, of course, our fully stocked bar.” The specialty drinks had been quite popular so far, and Micayla was thrilled. She’d put a lot of time and effort into tonight and it made her happy to see her customers enjoying themselves. “What’s your poison?” she asked, wiggling her brows at Georgie.
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The thing about Micayla was that she was someone Georgie actually considered a friend. As much as she loved to tease the other about things regarding the club, they were nothing but her simply teasing the other instead of criticizing something like most people liked to do. “Oh God, please don’t tell me you have Valentine’s themed drinks too,” Georgie said with a scrunch of her nose. She listened to the list of options debating if she should just go for the usual or be adventure and start with something new. “That depends, will you be joining me tonight or I’ll have to drink all on my lonesome?”
ambroscm:
It’s been a long day and Ambrose is more than ready to relax after being up since 3 AM baking and making chocolate. He would complain about the holiday out loud, but he couldn’t. It was the best time of the year to be a chocolatier, only could be compared to Christmas time, honestly. So despite being a little on edge after a stressful week and weekend, he knows that he wants to be in a good mood for the rest of the day. He’ll catch up with friends that he hasn’t seen in a little bit and it’s a different sort of weekend anyway. When he walks into Le Comptoir, he only plans on getting a water, walking around has gotten him tired and it’s too damn cold outside. But then he spots Georgie at the bar, and he doesn’t hesitate to walk in her direction, plopping down next to her without even asking if she’s okay with it. “Aren’t you like, rich and famous and all that?” He asks teasingly, waving the bartender over and ordering amaretto. “So, not a Saint Valentine kinda gal?”
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The presence of someone she knew on a day that she wasn’t so keen to definitely made everything better and Ambrose was that kind of person that always managed to bring a smile to her face since the day they met. “Oh honey, there’s a reason why one is rich, and that is to never spend things too much. The secret is always on the saving money when you were supposed to be spending it,” she said with a small wink before she finished off her drink, waving the bartender for another one. “It’s just a stupid date where everyone simply find an excuse to spend money and try to make someone feel special. And it is not even magical!”
ronavjoshi:
Head canted, the smile never left his face. It was fascinating just how his genetic makeup could irritate a person, but he wasn’t complaining. He was here to work and make people feel the love floating in the air. “I can do whatever you need,” Ronav grabbed the paper cups decorated for the holiday. “I can be your coffee cupid or your decaf devil,” he smirked, “though, I have a feeling you’re leaning more toward the cupid side.”
Concocting her drink with as much grace as he would to any other customer, he placed it gently on the booth with a heart-shaped napkin. “I left a bit of room for cream and sugar for you, sweetheart,” he threw finger guns in her direction. “Take a sip and tell me that’s not the best coffee you’ve had all week. I poured my heart into it, even if you can’t stand me.”
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There was just something about him that Georgie couldn’t put her finger on. Maybe he reminded her of something she wasn’t so found of, maybe it was just the way he took upon life, either way, there was just something she wasn’t so found of. But instead of saying anything else, she just rolled her eyes and waited for him to prepare her coffee, because she was in real need of some.
She watched him as he prepared her drink, with much grace and ways as she wasn’t expecting of him, and before she knew it, her drink was right in front of her and despite the decorated cup and heart-shaped napkin, it did look like an a-okay coffee. “How generous of you,” she stated as she gave him a fake smile and went to finish preparing her drink with the right amount of sugar and cream before taking a sip. God dang it, his coffee was really good, but not that she would ever admit it to him out loud. “It’s alright. I’ve had better ones before.”
