she elicits a snort, untamed + so far away from the cultured elegance that a despairing public relations team begs him to cultivate … the noise is guttural, his delight so plain amongst city smog + the smoke that will cling to haute couture ! “ you would think, but here’s the thing: ” he leans in, nudges the 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 of her shoulder with the BROAD expanse of his — “ i have this theory, right ? 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚓. they don’t exist. ” blatant disrespect of the concept of personal space is abated as he sits back, nods, self - satisfied as he huffs out another 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 shape. “ have you ever been to something with a good dj ? be honest with me, too. don’t break my heart + lie to me. ”
━━ ♥ amelia is used to charming. it would often make her roll her eyes, acid dripping from carefully chosen words and practiced smiles. but this is not new yorker charming, stinking of chanel number 5 and brunch at the waldorf. it makes her want to smile, lips curling involuntarily. " hmm it is an admirable hypothesis, surely. " she does roll her eyes then, takes another drag as their shoulders brush, not looking at him with an air that would read as arrogance were it not for the amused glint in her eyes and the small upwards curl that stays on her lips. " i'm afraid i'm no good at not breaking hearts. pretty sure more than one person has written songs about it, even. "
“ that's unacceptable , “ the actor's quick to shot up the moment she downs her drink , finger raising in order to call the bartender over , in a blink of an eye ordering her a whole bottle of wine . “ a beautiful woman like you should never have an empty glass , “ ace retorts , a hint of a grin in the corner of his lips as he pours her glass in a delicate manner , obviously knowing perfectly well what he's doing considering how he's resting the bottle against the rim of the glass to avoid splashes . “ depends on who you're with at these things , i'd say , “ he smiles a bit wider , glancing her way .
━━ ♥ “ well, thank you very much. it appears that the way to woman’s heart truly may be cabernet sauvignon. ” she smiles, sharply, toasting with her glass before taking a sip. the tannin is abrasive aginst her lips, a welcomed sensation. her arm rests on the bar, head in her hand, a perfect picture of interest. she might as well be twirling her hair. no shame to having a bit of fun. “ you are right in that. but maybe i am the terrible company. i may have wasted all of my partying spirit at sixteen. ” too many what ifs in a sentence, but wine can make her expeculative. it's better than being an outright sad drunk, at least.
as much as bash loved what he did, he sometimes tired of hollywood parties. no one was as genuine as he wanted them to be, everyone was playing a part even when they weren't on set. and that could sometimes get him discouraged about the whole industry. not enough to dampen his bright spirits or stop him from having a good time but after another empty conversation, he decided he needed a small break from it all and decided to go outside. "they probably are, i'm sorry to tell you. are you having fun?" he asked. "i'm guessing the answer is no since you're not inside enjoying the party. is everything okay?"
━━ ♥ amy laughs and the sound is — surprisingly even to herself — genuine. “ no, i guess i’m not. but then, you are also here. does that mean you’re not having fun ? ” she raises her eyebrows. bash always seemed to her as someone who could be happy even in the toughest times but perhaps that’s diminutive. she has to seriously stop forgetting other people are complex beings ( or at least that’s what her shrink says ). “ hey, at least the drinks are good. ”
"i don't know about awful. the 'good girls go bad x crazy frog' remix was kind of hitting," said teddy. he shrugged as he sat next to the brunette. "these things just go on forever. i needed a break."
━━ ♥ she laughed, unable to contain the eye roll. “ it’s an industry party. in my experience you are either completely high or completely bored. the being high does help it feel shorter. maybe. ” amy doesn’t remember a single party from when she was nineteen, but at least she couldn’t say they sucked. everything was so much easier ( and so much worse ) back then. bittersweet like lemon drops. or menthol cigarettes.
dulce had to take a minute to herself , seeing as she had nearly taken 200 or so pictures with people she barely knew and her phone was blowing up . the femme took a step outside on the patio of the event , walking over to take a seat on the patio furniture to scroll through her tags on instagram . she hadn't noticed anyone else was out there until she spoke up , causing the female to jump a bit . " probably . that's all they honestly have been playing all night . my ears are bleeding . "
━━ ♥ she smiled at the other’s surprise, feeling like she was fading into the grey blue shadows of the night. she wasn’t quite used to that, mostly a shining jewel of every room, demanding attention with the type of poise one expected from her family lineage. it was a needed change of pace. “ it’s quite annoying. reminds me of university parties, but at least then you could steal the spot of dj at any time. ”
henrie was an introvert at heart, although the night was progressing rather swimmingly, fresh air was calling their name. slipping through the throngs of people to make it out. she took a breath and dabbed at the sweat at her brow. gaze swiftly moving to the voice a few feet from her. ❛ um, i don't remember. but i wouldn't doubt it. apparently everyone loves a remix. ❜
━━ ♥ “ everyone is quite the hyperbole. ” she shrugged, a bit of humor dripping from her words. the night air makes everything clearer in a way, far away from lights and thumping ( awful ) music. “ do you like parties then? ”
thwumping music grows very quickly overwhelming, + the beginning of a headache has soured whatever 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 that event held. there’s only so much he can take ( praise still brings faintest flush to the gaunt shapes of his cheeks ) — cool night is a necessary balm ! the sky he escapes under is dark, not quite dotted with the same stars he recognises at home, the southern cross would look woefully out of place … but it’s nice enough, he’ll posit. decent enough. “ christ, yes. ” derision comes out exhaled in a cloud of cobweb grey, boyish grin twisting around 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 - 𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. accent coaches haven’t tried to beat it out of him, the TWANG to his voice that denotes sydney summers + the salt of the harbour, golden limbs dusted in bondi sand. “ i’m so sick of pitbull remixes. ”
━━ ♥ two lit cigarettes under the starless la sky, the only celestial bodies one can find within the city lights and pollution. amy has never known stars, always a city girl, but when she looks up it’s easy to imagine the twinkling lights so far away. for now, she is content with the burning stick in her hands. “ one would think that studios with this much money would be able to scout a decent dj… if such a mythical creature even exists. ” she knew one, once, but that seemed too long ago, another life. another thing she screwed up. she looks back up to the rising smoke, a grey nebula that dissipates too soon. nothing to do but take another, long drag.
it was her manager who rsvped her attendance to the party in the first place ⸺ if it was entirely up to her , she wouldn’t even be here and most likely at one of the clubs instead . she’s been forcing herself to hold conversations for the entire evening , pretending she’s enjoying the company of whoever decided to talk to her only to roll her eyes as soon as she turned back and it quickly made her need to get some fresh air , vape already in her hand as she was stepping outside . “ i don’t know . i kind of turned myself off after another justin timberlake song . ” she admits while taking a puff , head turning to face the other . “ i wasn’t really expecting 2009 hits from a white party , but i guess i wasn’t expecting much at all . ”
━━ ♥ she takes a long drag, icy mint flavour in her lips contrasting with the bitter nicotine, willing her mind to lighten. she could do fake smiles and charming replies all night long, but it didn't mean she liked it. it all started feeling a bit to much like a fitzgerald farce after the buzz of liquor set in, especially with nothing else to blur her vision. " ah, this is exactly what i was expecting though. cheap nostalgia music for the cheap nostalgia tv people. " she smiles sharply, watching the smoke rising from the tip of the burning stick. " us smokers get a free break out of jail card once per night, though. thankfully. "
as fun as it is being fawned over and told how uncanny it was to be at the white party this year when she'd likely be recreating gossip girls' very own interpretation of it within a few months, miyeon was a flighty person, always searching for something new to grab her attention. "ugh, of course, you wouldn't believe it. i took a six week course on dj'ing once." she hooked up with a dj and sat in his booth during his sets until she grew bored of him. "i could totally do a better job. but appearances, you know? classy. sophisticated," miyeon adds, glancing to the brunette curiously. "got a spare?" she asks with a bright smile, gesturing to the lit cigarette in amy's hand.
━━ ♥ amy raised her eyebrows, not really sure what a dj course entailed. " i always thought djs were a bit like glorified playlist makers. my interest has always been live music. " something her dating history made glaringly obvious. " when i was a kid i wanted to be a cello player, you know. it seemed so glamorous. " she hand the other her cigarette pack wordlessly, fishing for a lighter in her stupidly tiny purse. " need a light ? "
━━ ♥ amy knew the menthol cigarettes would one day be the death of her, but that was a very far away scenario, and she felt like her immediate survival relied entirely on some flavored nicotine. it wasn't even a bad party, all things considered, but when you were born and raised on the industry things lost their shine too quickly. " have they started playing some awful remix again ? " she asked with an arched eyebrow when someone joined her outside.
open starter — ace kang ( @2000sfmextras ) !
location — white party in palm springs , 9pm .
like a bee around a flowers , the actor keeps making his rounds at a party , his natural ( devilish ) charm being enough to get him all the attention he needs for the night . a whiskey in hand as he makes his way towards his next victim , a devilish grin on his pretty features as he positions himself next to them , elbow resting against the bar . “ so , are we having fun yet or do i need to do something about it ? “
━━ ♥ " i'm sorry, but unless you're trying to become a waiter there's nothing to do about my level of fun. " she toasts to him with her glass of wine, and empties it with a sip. " does anyone actually have fun at these things ? "
♥ SPOTTED ! ! amy heart is wearing custom vivienne westwood for the annual white party in palm springs, paired with white doc martens and an heirloom chanel diamond choker. though the actress has been keeping herself out of trouble in the past year, you never know what a party may bring. ♥ @2000sfmextras
( kaya scodelario, cis woman, she/her ) — 🎬 just announced, AMELIA COSTA HEART has been cast as CHARLOTTE YORK in the upcoming SEX AND THE CITY reboot. the twenty six year old is trending as people are debating if the vintage chanel sunglasses that once belonged to her mother, glasses of champagne that are sipped a bit too quickly, walks around new york with a shakespeare & co tote bag, smudged makeup, being the inspiration behind more than one song that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them intellectual, but internet trolls think they’re more manipulative. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about her life as a broadway child star will let people to know them better.
basics:
full name: amelia costa heart
nicknames: amy, ames, occasionally ellie
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: bisexual
age: twenty six
ethnicity: brazilian-american, white
hometown: new york city
residence: has both a mansion in l.a. and a fashionable apartment in new york, though she has a clear predilection for her hometown
mental health: has been struggling with depression and anxiety since childhood, but has it mostly under control nowadays
physical health: could be better, since the cigarettes and alcohol mostly tip the balance over her good exercise routine and eating habits
hobbies: is an avid reader and writer. likes to play tennis or go riding on her free time
character inspo: blair waldorf (gossip girl), charlotte york (sex and the city), venetia catton (saltburn)
family:
mother: clara costa, a famous brazilian writer who wote many acclaimed broadway plays and prestige television shows
father: james heart, from an old money new york family
siblings: none
pets: two ragdoll cats called pippin and merry
bio:
amy doesn't really remember when she started acting. she played a baby on one of her mothers tv shows when she was barely a year old, though played is really an exaggeration. at six years old she was already starring in a broadway play, which led to a series of musicals such as annie, the sound of music and matilda.
the peak of her career as a child star was at 13, when she was cast in a brand new movie version of the wizard of oz, as dorothy gale. though amy remembers the movie clearly, it also stands very solidly as the end of her childhood, and the start of a much more troubled part of her life.
amy's entire family has a troubled history of mental illnesses, and by 15 she started heavily self medicating and drinking to deal with a newfound explosion in fame. she always loved dancing and the crowded, barely lit atmosphere of hot new york clubs provided her a decent escape from her own overactive mind.
her teenage years were marked by incredibly successful movies, scandalous affairs with more than one musician and parties that lasted for several days. it was also marked by the sudden and tragic death of her grandmother the day she turned 20. amy was so out of it her parents were only able to contact her two days later. that's when she decided to get her shit together.
amy took a break from acting, got a literature degree in yale, published a book about her life and then another one, not about her life. she came out of hiding a much less self destructive person, though old habits die hard.
the sex and the city reboot was a bit of a one eighty as far as projects go. after the wizard of oz amy become known for high brow indie projects, but the tv show proved to be exactly what she needed.
personality
like many born and raised rich girls, amy can have an over-inflated ego. it's not really her fault, and if you can get past that then you'll see a very sweet and caring person. she just so happens to think the world is her personal country club.
she likes to party and is not ashamed of it. though she is quite more restrained than she was as a teenager, it's not hard to find pap pics of her and her friend on a night out.
is quite intellectual and likes to discuss books and movies with anyone who has half a mind to engage with her rantings. though she tends to be a bit of a know-it-all.
a part of her is still obsessed with childlike ideals of friendship and romance, which means she is loyal to a fault. she tends to get caught up in people, even when they're clearly bad for her.
