rose & thorns.

my hands are shaking from holding back from you indie rp blog. mun & muses is +21.

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making it official that i’m not gonna be using this blog anymore! i’m mostly writing on discord now so if you’re interested, you can add me! i’m mami cami#0458

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flirtofwallstreet​:

“In my defense… my idea of adventure included drinking in your bar until you got off, then wander around London to see what the city could offer us. You were the one who said Let’s hang in your room“ he retorted, his smile a little crooked after two shots and little to no sleep.

“However… I’ll concede your petition. I’m a generous host” Alistair declared, his smile just widening, if anything. The young musician turned to head into the bathroom, opening the numerous taps in order to fill the tub “Be a doll and pour me another one, will ya?” He requested, in a terrible imitation of a Londoner accent.

     He wasn’t wrong -- Alisha had been the one to decide she was coming over but she was never going to make it that easy for him. She’d been smoothly ignoring his advances for a while and she had to admit the idea to being alone with him in this luxurious room was almost enough to make her regret how many times she’d played it like she wasn’t charmed by him at all. “Wander around London? So romantic,” she teased him, though she was about to add another smart remark when he finally gave in. 

     Alisha ouvertly watched him walk away, so much so that she had to make a conscious effort to look away and focus on pouring two more shots. “So you’re good at taking orders,” she commented, eyes fixed on the glasses as she slowly walked towards the bathroom to finally look at the tub. “That’s good to know,” she hummed, handing him his hand and finally looking up at him with a grin. After a pause, she took her shot and squeezed her eyes tightly as she felt that familiar burn in her chest once more. “So... I guess I should take my clothes off now, huh?”

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flirtofwallstreet​:

The game they were playing was a long one. The bartender seemed to be immune to his flirtatious advances, and her rejections both puzzled him and encouraged him for further efforts. It wasn’t strange for him to stumble to her bar every time he was in London.

“Wanting to be alive at 30 is boring?” He joked, refilling their glasses and downing the shot with a wince at the burn. Looking at her with a smirk, Alistair completed his idea “Dying drink in a tub isn’t my idea of adventure”

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     With another shot under her belt, after swinging her head back and downing her drink to mirror him, Alisha was feeling a lot more playful than before. Yes, she’d rejected his advances in the past -- but it was all part of the game, to her. He was used to getting what and who he wanted, and she’d never been known to make any man’s life any easier. She wasn’t about to start now. 

     “And what is your idea of adventure, hm? Because what I’m hearing is I came all the way here for... A couple of shots and a nap?” she tried with a look of feigned confusion. “I could have done that with anyone. So are you going to offer anything else or...”

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flirtofwallstreet​:

Alistair let out a laugh as Alisha thanked him for the welcome, and another one when she teased him about getting too soft when he offered Coke and ice “Oh no. It was just an idea” he promised, before looking down at his barely covered figure “Oh. My bad. The reception just called to tell me I had visit, and couldn’t get dressed before you arrived” he apologized, walking past her (and brushing against her, even when there was plenty of room) to fish a pair of jeans from his suitcase.

He was about to stay shirtless, but they he remembered the look on her eyes as she admired his chest and put an old Led Zeppelin shirt on “Shots in the hot tub? Girl, you should know better. It’s a recipe for disaster” he laughed, retrieving two glasses and taking the rum from Alisha’s hands to pour their drinks “To my favourite bartender” he toasted, downing his drink and sighing at the burn.

     “Uh huh,” she did believe him, but she couldn’t help and wonder if it hadn’t actually been on purpose, opening the door with his shirt off. She couldn’t blame him, Alisha would have likely done the same if the roles had been reversed. She did beleive him, but was she to think that touching her on his way to his clothes had been an accident? She might be in awe but she wasn’t new to this game. She wasn’t even new to this game with him. She’d been entirely unimpressed by his rockstar persona, this attitude and way of carrying himself around, she was doing everything to get him to try harder to get her. She couldn’t imagine many people told him no on his day-to-day, and she was happy to provide some much needed grounding.

     “You’re so boring,” she complained, but handed him the bottle without putting up a fight. “I thought rockstars were supposed to be adventurous,” she teased him, taking one daring step closer to him before tilting her head back and emptying the glass too. Alisha pretended to be tough, but that brun like Hell. “Another,” she wiggled her glass in front of him and held it out so he’d fill it up once more. “To my favorite singer,” she toasted, flashing him a grin.

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flirtofwallstreet​:

After the last message, Alistair did as promised, taking a long shower (cold first, to wake himself up after the long flight; and warm later, to relax his body) and falling onto the ample bed to take a nap before the woman arrived. The receptionist, apparently distrustful about Alisha actually being a guest for Mr Hawthorne, called him when she informed his suite number on the main desk. With a chuckle, the musician instructed them to let her come in, as he got out of bed.

Before he could even get properly dressed, there was a knock on his door, and quite an impatient one. He opened the door, still wearing just the boxers he had on for the nap and quickly letting the girl in. “Underdressed? Talk me about it” he joked, gesturing towards his almost bare figure “That’s lovely. I guess there’s Coke and ice in the mini bar, unless you want to drink it straight” he commented, leaning back against the door “By the way, welcome to the Ritz, Alisha”

     This had to be the universe testing her patience, Alisha was certain of it. Why else would he open the door only halway dressed like a Shonda Rhimes character? She nit her tongue, held back an observation about his-- well, visually pleasing body -- for as long as she could, but after stepping inside and taking a look around, the sight of the suite mesmerized her entirely and she let her guard down too quickly. “Why, thank you,” she offered an exaggerated bow, one reminiscent of the life she’d lived before, a wink to herself, the only person who knew of her backstory. “Coke and ice?” she repeated after him, turning back to face him and shoot him an amused look. “Don’t tell me you’re doing soft on me, Hawthorne,” Alisha waved an accusing finger at him.

     It took another beat for her to finally be unable to keep quiet. “Listen, no offence, but I need you to put some clothes on if I’m going to-- you know, function at all.” Her gaze lingered a little too long on his bare chest, she’d be the first to admit she had a weakness. Another pause before she added, “Unless you want to do shots in that gigant tub-- seriously, that thing is huge.” Rich people, right?

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     @flirtofwallstreet​

     Alisha had charmed her way into some fancy restaurants and clubs in the past, and she thought she knew what to expect when she confidently strutted into the Ritz. But not even the hotel’s website did the place any justice, and her surprise only fueled her desire to run up the stairs to Alistair’s room and check it out for herself. “Suite 1007,” she announced at the front desk, holding her head up high even when the receptionist eyed her up and down. It wasn’t like she thought she blended in with the crowd, but she had no interest in being like these people. She’d escaped a life of luxurious hotels and private jets, and yet she’d never been here. Maybe today would check it off her list.

     She rode up the elevator and was soon knocking on the door he’d indicated, her foot impatiently tapping on the floor. “I feel very underdressed,” was the first thing that she told him when she saw him. Bartending was hardly an extravagant gig and it didn’t pay well enough to afford her any elegant clothes. Even if it did, Alisha dealt with enough drunks at the pub to know anything she held dear would get ruined. “I brought rum,” she held up the unopened bottle and wiggled it in the air.

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: You should already know?

Alistair: I mean... you've heard me sing before 😇

Alistair: Then I better take a shower and a nap. Tell in reception you're here for suite 1007 and they'll let you in

Alisha: yes, like a damn angel

Alisha: i'll be there soon, don't have too much fun without me

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: Just arrived there

Alistair: [sends a short video of the suite, finishing with him blowing her a kiss]

Alistair: I guess I'll try the tub myself until you arrive 😇

Alisha: damn boy

Alisha: what else can that mouth do

Alisha: get some rest, i have a feeling you're gonna need it when i get there 😘

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: You're at work, don't touch yourself to it 😉

Alistair: The tub /and/ the bed

Alistair: I didn't wait to check. Just ran to safety

Alisha: hey i can multitask

Alisha: i don't think i believe you

Alisha: i guess i'll have to try it myself 😇

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: [sends a voice note, speaking slowly] You. Me. Suite in the Ritz

Alistair: The company's what matters, you know?

Alistair: I had to run past a girl with a sign of MARRY ME

Alisha: ... hot

Alisha: i'm gonna sell that on craigslist

Alisha: sure thecompany... doesn't hurt that the tub is massive though

Alisha: damn. did she have a ring?

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: You. Me. A suite in the Ritz

Alistair: Haven't expected your work day to end like that, right?

Alistair: Can't wait ;)

Alistair: No rush, I'm still in a car leavin the airport lol

Alisha: say it again but slower 😌

Alisha: definitely not complaining

Alisha: beats my flat for sure

Alisha: you're avoiding crowds of fangirls i'm sure 😘

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: I'm staying at the Ritz. You bet you want to hang at this room

Alistair: We can always attack the mini bar here

Alistair: But... shots with you sound good

Alisha: okay that is ... so hot

Alisha: mini bar is mad expensive

Alisha: i'll bring you something special

Alisha: i'll be there in three hours roughly

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: I /literally/ just got down from a plane

Alistair: And I'm going to the hotel

Alistair: I guess that depends on where you'd rather drink with me

Alistair: The bar, or my room

Alisha: i'm not gonna pass up the chance to hang at a hotel room

Alisha: i might be able to sneak something out of work

Alisha: tequila??

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SMS || Alisha & Alistair

Alistair: Hey hey

Alistair: Is there a chance we might hang out tonight?

Alistair: Or you have to work?

Alisha: i'm working

Alisha: i can come over later

Alisha: or you could swing by and hang at the bar?

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should i.... try to revive this blog...

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     Alisha had seen this guy -- what, twice? That first time when she almost ran him over with her motorcycle right outside of her bar and... A second time, for sure, but she couldn’t remember any specifics. He had a normal face, wouldn’t stand out in a line, but something about his stupid hair made her raise her eyebrows unimpressedly at him. Her arms folded over one another as she stared him up and down. “You don’t look like you belong here,” she pointed out. With one quick glance around the inside of the bar she bartended at, it was obvious that he didn’t really fit the demographics. “What, you need some directions or something?” she pressed, her British accent thick.

     @itsyouxxatme​

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amorcusly​:

it’s not like felix to be rude, but he’s in a terrible rush when he crashes into the blonde. “jesus… watch where you’re going,” he can’t help spitting out. stress sometimes makes him act like a different person, a harsher one. but as he pulls himself up, an apology is already right on the tip of his tongue, however sharp it seems in the moment. || @glxmorousdxrkness​

     Sophia really thought of herself as a good person -- a genuinely good, caring, empathetic person... But when stress got to her, her nerves would come pouring out and she’d be the first to admit... She could get a little reckless. Like when she crashed right into the man, she couldn’t help but groan annoyedly and hurry to pick up her phone and ticket from the where they’d landed on the floor. “Maybe if you weren’t going at a hundred-an-hour, like a lunatic,” she snapped right back, clumsily pushing her hair off her face to look him up and down. She wasn’t usually vindictive, but Sophia had a weak spot for unmannered people. “I’m okay, by the way,” she scoffed. Asshole, she thought bitterly.