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@rizashea
“So whey shakes. That mean you work out too?”
“Because that’s the total package. Rich, handsome and fit. How are you single, exactly?”
“I do. I couldn’t exactly let myself go. I have self-standards I enjoy maintaining. Maybe I have an abhorrent personality that drives them away in droves. Or I don’t really want to settle down.”
@rizashea
“Raw eggs? You eat raw eggs and enjoy them?”
“Alright, that’s tough. My brother used to drink raw eggs for protein. He was the athletic type. So, you’d say you enjoyed your childhood, then? Nice and,” she leaned in to fake an accent, “posh and comfortable?”
“What can I say? Us rich folk have strange taste. I’m familiar with drinking them for protein, but I prefer the Whey shakes. They taste like chocolate. My childhood was alright, I suppose. Do I really have room to complain otherwise? Oh yes -- very posh.”
@rizashea
“What the hell is steak tartar?”
“Jeez, no family pet, though? Kinda rough. Did you have one of those really sad, sheltered childhoods? Yunno, I was dirt poor, but at least I had a cat named Fluffers to pet sometimes.”
“Dish of rare steak seasoned with onions, capers, other particularly delicious seasonings and served with rye toast or a raw egg. It’s very flavorful. Pets required attention and care, nobody was ever home to give that. Sheltered I was not, I traveled often and had really ... no time to enjoy something like that.”
@rizashea
“Hey, I’m here, aren’t I? Professional leech, professional leeching.”
“Alright then, rapid fire questions. Favorite meal, favorite color, favorite animal, did you have a pet as a kid, and are you married?”
“Fair enough, fair point. Steak tartar, cobalt blue, tiger, no I wasn’t allowed, no I’ve never been married.”
@rizashea
“Pizzazz!” Riza laughed, covering her nose and mouth with the back of her hand.
“Oh, man, I think I’m going to like you Jack. For what it’s worth, I bet you’re still handsome at dun dun dun–thirty. Where did you go to college then? I couldn’t–too poor and not enough good grades. Wasn’t going to take out loans just to land myself in debt. I’m surviving off nest egg money I got from my grandfather and well, leeching off people with my cuteness.”
"I hope I’m still handsome at thirty. I told myself I’d never inject that collagen botox shite into my face, and I won’t break that promise to myself. I went to University of California - Berkeley. While my family is original from here, the business rooted itself in Seattle when I was eight so we moved out that way, so it was the logical college. How is the leeching going?”
@rizashea
“Twenty eights not too old, I guess.” Only what, nine years older than her? Same age as Charles. Not too bad.
“You’re being serious, though. You’re a chief operator officer of an industrial uh…all that. Shit, I can’t even land a job at Taco Bell. I’ll say this in the least offensive way possible, did your dad being the CEO have anything to do with that? Remember, you totally approved of me asking all these questions!”
“I try to keep myself healthy, we’ll see how it goes in another two years when I hit the big three-oh. I’m deadly serious, yes. Name and details aren’t that important, save that my surname is half of the company’s name. Either way, yeah it has something to do with my father being the CEO but I still had to work my ass off for it. Graduated Valedictorian of my college class when I got my bachelors in business and did it with pizzazz, too. I don’t mind the questions, actually.”
@rizashea
“You’ve already been to Italy?”
“Alright, Jack you say drill away, I can do that. Never understatement my ability to talk to hours. Then, then what’s your job? And also, how old are you?”
“Fashion week in Milan, the past three years. I made time to go -- that was admittedly more for pleasure than business. I’m the Chief Operations Officer of MayFAIR Industrial: we manufacture textiles and metals for various businesses around the world including but not limited clothing and weapons, for example. My father is the CEO. And I’m twenty-eight.”
@talliemontgomerys
❝ I’ll have you know there’s a lot of great wisdom in GI Joe ❞ She laughed, easily moving her hair to the side as she knocked two striped balls into the pocket.
“The real American hero.” His eyes narrowed as he watched her send two of her striped balls into the corner pocket. Snatching his beer, Jack took a large gulp before positioning himself for his next shot, sending a ball of his own off of one of the sides and into the opposing pocket. “I’ll have to up my ante.”
@vanzcannon
“Ah. Nepostim.”
“New goal for this trip, though. Bartend in every city.”
“Rampant in larger companies. However, considering my grandfather founded the company with his partner at the time, it kind of makes sense to slip the children in, if they’re capable. I’ve an uncle we apparently don’t speak about because he’s not fit to be a face of the company. At least you have an interesting goal. So whenever you head back home you can safely say you’ve tended in all of these places and tell wild tales for it.”
@rizashea
“It’s just…it’s just so cute,” Riza replied in turn, shaking her head, grinning. “I mean that in the least condescending way possible either–I think English accents are pretty hot.”
“Where do you want to go most, then? Riza, by the way, so you don’t have a stranger drilling you with forty questions.”
"You’re actually not the first person to tell me something along those lines. Though I will say that a year or so ago a girl at a party tried to tell me it was the most abhorrently fake sounding accent she had ever heard. Apparently I spoke too proper for her tastes. I’ll thank you for the compliment nonetheless. Where do I want to go the most -- well I’ve traveled a lot, if I’m truthful. I just never got a chance to explore, work keeps a very strict schedule. I suppose I’d be interested in seeing Italy again ... but really seeing it. Jack ... nice to meet you. Drill away.”
@artemis-price
The blonde waved her almost empty bottle. “Another beer is fine. Thanks”
"And another beer you shall have.” Flagging down the bartender was easy. Jack was gone and back within two minutes, carrying a beer for himself and the lady, the latter of which he offered with a smile. “How are you enjoying your first stop of the trip?”
@sethmacklin
When I was younger, my friends and I used to sneak into an alpaca farm nearby and ride them. That was the extent of the fun you can have in a tiny Irish hamlet.
Aren’t you optimistic? And pray tell, where would you find a woman as such? Of course you’ve never had to pay for sex. Look at you! You’re young, fit and dirty rich. You were basically born with a seal on your forehead reading “Fuck me.”
"That's a strange story to recount from your youth, I'm not going to lie. Why do they have alpacas in Ireland? That doesn't really seem like ... the right country or area for it. Oh yes, that's me: Mister Optimism. Do me a favor and tell my publicist that, will you? Typically a bar, or a VIP party. Trust me, the seal is a curse.
Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge.
Scott Adams
& stolen away ; ft. @heavengoodbye
Tallie had grown accustomed to her small, claustrophobic microcosm in Melbourne. Everyday was the same, and she had settled in this stagnant way of life. Now she was given the opportunity to broaden her horizons, and she was going to take advantage of it. A part of her craved adventure as though she was consumed with some ravenous hunger for new experiences. So far, the trip had been fun she’d spent the first day shopping for appropriate clothing, going on a hot chocolate related escapade, & flirting with some of her fellow travellers. One that had caught her attention immediately was Jackson Maywright.
Their conversation had slowly progressed from intelligent banter to shameless flirting. There was a certain darkness that seemed to emanate off him that drew her nearer, that made her want to know more about him. He’d certainly caught Talie’s intrigue. However whenever it came to anything resembling a romantic endeavour, Talie had a tendency to run far away. She was notorious in her group of friends of doing a walk of shame nearly every time she happened to have a one night stand. Talie tend to run before she development any serious feelings for her object of affection. This was why she was careful around Jackson, keeping her cards very deftly tucked under so as not to reveal them right away. Tonight, she was meeting him for drinks. Choosing a form fitting black dress, some red pumps, a black coat to shield her from the cold and a classic red lip as her attire, she arrived at the lobby. Her hair fell past her shoulder in soft waves, and she ran a hand through her hair. A nervous habit, a tell to anyone that knew her. When she spotted him, she waited a brief moment before approaching him. “ hey, you ready to go? ”
Why did you choose to run? It was a question that each of the travelers on this particular escapade were faced with, one that was worded differently in each of their minds and yet -- the question still stood. It was one that picked at the center of his own brain: why would a man who seemingly had everything drop it all and swear themselves to the name of a vagabond? The intrigue lay with the desire to break away from a schedule, to actually choose what to do with his free time as opposed to having it dictated for him. Oh, the ever-rough life of the rich white boy. Jack was painfully aware of how trite it all sounded but ... here he was.
Meeting new people always put a grimace on his face. There was a mask that shifted over his features, allowed him to square his shoulders up and put on a grand facade for these people so they would be led to believe he was kind, nice, played well with others. He was just as rotten as those he scoffed about -- manipulative, spoiled, easy to use others for his own personal gain and throw them aside. Starting off on that foot would be bad news and so ... so he smiled, so he allowed his charm to show in full, so he was genuine with his compliments and when it came time to point fingers at the asshole of the crowd it wouldn’t be him.
Asking Cherry for drinks wasn’t hard. It was something he was used to, and she was admittedly very beautiful -- the kind of company he wouldn’t mind getting sloshed with. Hands were in his pocket, watch marking time at night and ticking softly as he waited for her to appear. The hair was a dead giveaway: bright as a marker and heralding her arrival, Jack saw her before she even really approached and he surmised the way her fingers tangled into the muss of strawberry tresses. They looked delightfully soft, he decided. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” the blond lion smirked, offering his arm in as gentlemanly a way as he could muster. “You look lovely.”
“Vanz Cannon. Freelance in… everything you can freelance, really. Also, bartender. Gotta have a nightjob.”
“You look pretty young. I always picture corporate types in their fifties, you know?”
“I’ll be thirty in three years, if that counts. It helps that my father is the CEO of the company. I had favor. I wouldn’t be surprised if you could sub in a pub here for some quick cash.”
❝ Confidence is key, It’s half the battle just believing in yourself ❞
Tallie finished off the beer, before she knocked a striped ball in the corner. ❝ But I do enjoy smack talk. ❞
“And here I thought you were going to start quoting GI Joe -- and knowing is half the battle.” It wouldn’t be easy to win against her. At least she wasn’t hustling him if she had been so prompt to mention her talent at the game. Rounding the table, Jack took another shot, turning away for his beer as the solid rolled into the corner pocket.
“Yeah. Guess so.”
“What do you do? Or… you know, what’s your name since I didn’t even get that yet.”
“Jackson Maywright. I really prefer Jack, though. COO and shareholder of MayFAIR Industrial. We have a hand in ... everything.”
