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❝ you're never gonna get it, i'm a h a z a r d to myself. ❞ IRIS MALAYA VALENTINE. 27. MOTHER. KINDERGARTEN TEACHER. FORMER STRIPPER & OLD LADY.

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He also said that you can decide what you’re going to be afraid of…

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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

Catherynne M. Valente (via quotemadness)

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        LEVI.

A charming grin graced Levi’s lips, as he stood outside the club house, a glass of whisky in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. This was a happy occasion, as he was getting one of his brothers home again, as well as the fact that the Wolves were throwing a party, which usually lead to one hell of a night. The male took a deep drag of his smoke before turning towards the person who had just exited the clubhouse, “Leaving so soon?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, still smiling his brightest. 

      ❛ — Not yet, at least. ❜ She simply needed a breather, time to adjust herself to having re-immersed herself with the wolves after keeping herself busy focusing on her son and her career. It was a nice change, finally being able to spend time with those she called family, but it was also a little awkward given the circumstances that had changed over nearly two years. Leaning against the side of the club, arms folded loosely against her chest. ❛ I’ll have to leave within the next hour or so. Mathias will be hell tomorrow if he doesn't get to bed at a decent hour.❜

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        DOMINIC.

Well— that didn’t last long. Maybe Mars was onto something earlier because no more than an hour, two tops, had passed after their conversation before Dominic found himself swiping away smeared blood from a split in his lip. Asshole got him good, he’d give the guy that, but in the end he’d gotten him better. Using the side of his jeans to clean the crimson from his knuckles he watched the other man stumble free of the clubhouse before finally turning to relocate his beer. It wasn’t until the can was back where it belonged that he realized he had more of an audience than he’d thought. “Wasn’t my fault,” it might’ve been, “he asked for it first.”

    it seemed as though she had  knack for stumbling in at the last moment. she wasn’t completely sure what had happened but where there was alcohol and men with egos the size of nevada, iris could only assume trouble would appear sooner or later. ❛ did he accidentally run into your fist? ❜ the question was rhetorical and she didn’t expect an answer to what she already knew. a soft sigh escaped before she’d pursed her lips for a moment to collect her thoughts. ❛ need some ice for your hand? ❜

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        CELESTE.

  ❝ the saying is go big or go home right?! ❞ she regretted so much, in that instant. she grabbed quickly for the offered can and cracked it open before chugging down at least half. ❝ oh god thank you. i don’t know why i thought i could handle that. clearly the atmosphere of hard drinking is infectious. oh man. ❞ she’s laughing at herself, though. she stuck her tongue out, pushing out a hard breath– that’s never happening again. at least not unprepared. ❝ please don’t let me be stupid like that again– i can’t handle it. just let me stick to beer, soda and water thank you. ❞ her hands lifted to cover her face in shame before leaning forward to rest it on the table in front of them– still, of course, laughing at herself.

     ❛ i gotta admit cel, you’ve got balls. ❜ iris laughed, shaking her head as she still tried to process what had just occured. to be involved with the mc it seemed like it was a necessity, unless you had the ability to remain passive to most things. ❛ oh, c’mon! there are some drinks that aren’t half bad. ❜ beer wasn’t her favorite but she’d drink it. typically she would drink whatever was lying around but most was an acquired taste. she could be caught with a strawberrita or bourbon depending on the occasion. ❛ scouts honor. though if i’m drunk then we can do it together and be twins. ❜

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       ISABEL.

With a fair amount of booze in her system, Isabel had taken to the dance floor. At any given party, one could find her there by the end of the night and this evening wasn’t much of an exception. “I swear, if they play The Cotton Eyed Joe, I’m going to lose my shit,” she laughed. “That was my thing in elementary school.”

      Drinking was a rarity on it’s own for the kindergarten teacher. She’d gone through a lot of changes in the last couple of years. Stripper to college student, a happily married mother of one to a divorced kindergarten teacher. She still had a nice drink every now and then but it wasn’t as often as she’d liked. The MC certainly knew how to throw a good party though, and she refused to miss out on it or the opportunity for her son to spend a little time with his father if possible. ❛ Oh, god. I really fuckin’ hope not. That song was enough to drive me crazy. ❜ Dancing was something Iris thoroughly enjoyed. She’d spent six years at Silk, though erotic dance certainly wasn’t something she’d planned to break into on the dance floor during Woody’s homecoming or in fear of it causing any sort of problem. She stuck to her friends side, casually swaying side to side to perhaps the worst song she could remember from her childhood. Every dance at school had it on their playlist and for whatever reason, kids actually danced to it. Iris definitely hadn’t been one of them. ❛ That and the macarena. Now that is hell. ❜

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        DAHLIA.

“I think if I was a D and D GM, I would be a total asshole. Making the players make perception rolls for no reason and giving them red herrings every five minutes.” Dahlia grinned widely, uncannily resembling a drawing of the famous Cheshire Cat. Rather fitting considering what she’s talking about. “You know, just to keep them on their toes.”

       ❛ Honestly, I’m not sure if I’m drunk to the point where that actually made a little sense or made it a little harder to comprehend. ❜ Iris didn’t do much drinking in the first place, especially not since Mathias’ birth. He was a lively child and he definitely took after his father. She had to keep an eye on him at all times it seemed and she couldn’t risk not being able to focus. Tonight was different, though. It was Woody’s homecoming and she’d definitely missed the wolves.

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        ARLO.

Drink in hand, he approached the bar and gently set the glass down in front of them. “As promised - one drink,” he announced simply, taking a seat next to them with a soft exhale. “So, uh, did you enjoy the party?” Arlo raised an eyebrow questioningly, a half-assed attempt to make conversation. He had to do something.

           ❛ I was jokin’ when I said you owed me one, ❜ Iris attempted to clarify as she reached out for the glass. Perhaps her sense of humor needed to be worked on a bit more. ❛ But thank you...and yeah, I did. I’ve really missed the wolves. ❜ It had only been a year and a half since the divorce but she’d still tried to make it a point to show the MC her support.

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        HANNA.

“ I know that I’m a bartender and all that shit… but damn, gimme’ a break from my day job; would ya?! I’m sick of making whiskey sours, and pourin’ beers!” She dramatically threw her hands up in the air before shaking up the drink the person in front of her asked for. For all the free standing drinks around her and people ask her to make them a cold one? Well… she was always a people pleaser. “I am a damn good tender’ tho… Ya’ll better come in when I’m working and fill my ego up some more.” A little wink from her eye before handing the drink over, grabbing her own so she could wrap her red lips around the bottle top; taking a nice swig. “You better tell me that was the best fuckin’ drink you eva had.” Hanna laughed whimsically.

      ❛ Don’t see how ya haven’t decked someone yet, Han. ❜ Iris eyed the familiar blonde as she sat back in her seat, waiting on the drink. She felt like she owed it to herself to get something decent in her system for the night, especially considering how strange it was to be surrounded by everyone after how things had went down between her and Mars. They were on good terms sure, but it was always like walking on egg shells around him. Especially so when his news old lady was lurking.. ❛ Lord knows you got more patience than anyone I know, ❜ the brunette chimed. A short laugh elicited from her as she sat forward, taking her straw between her lips and taking a few sips. After a beat, she allowed the alcohol to run down her throat and let out a soft sigh before she sat back again.❛ Always is when you make’m. I’m not sure some of the others really know what they’re doin’. ❜

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       MATT.

SITTING outside matt scratched at the scruff on his chin, flicking the cigarette in his other hand to knock some of the ash off. he heard the door swing open and turned towards it eyebrow already cocked, unsure of who was about to join him. “fancy seein’ you out here,” matt said as a greeting. 

     ❛ ah. i was wonderin’ when i’d run into you, ❜ iris chimed in response to the former’s greeting. she hadn’t made it a habit to stick too close after her split with mars, mostly to save a little face and give them both the space she thought she needed. instead, she focused on their son and getting things ready for the new school year. ❛ takin’ a breather? ❜ the clubhouse had gotten a little too crowded for her liking and as the night drug on, the less time she had to spend cooped up with rowdy drunks the better. besides, she had to meet up with her brother to take mathias home before too long. 

[chelseaperetti]

New Girl | one gifset per episode ➝ “Dance”

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ricovasquez:

      SITTING on an empty crate, Rico swung his legs slowly as he observed the crowd with a snicker. “ I think I’ve found my new favourite pass time. Watching white people trying to dance and looking like utter train wrecks. ”

      the brunette couldn’t help but agree with his statement. she’d at least had some sort of training, especially considering her past career at silk. still, it certainly was an interesting sight to see. ❛ — it could be worse, though. at least no one is line dancing. ❜ the thought alone was enough to incite a giggle. ❛ or any twerking. gotta be glad there’s none of that goin’ on. ❜

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* ჻ ✘ – CELESTE !!

       she’d tried to be brave and take a shot– did it always burn like this? she was never really one to drink, and nothing this heavy. ❝ i– did not prepare for that burn. oh. good lord. i should get better at this. is there something sweet laying around? ❞

     ❛ — I cannot believe you just did that. ❜ Only a few shots in herself, Iris knew perfectly well that the burning sensation as the alcohol slid down her throat was a shock to the system when one hadn’t drank too often. Ever since she’d given birth to Mathias and her change in career, Iris tried to avoid drinking unless it was socially, which she supposed the entire event was just that. Woody was having a blast and the town seemed to be getting along well enough for  the occasion. She’d figured one drink couldn’t hurt but there she sat a couple shots in with the brunette before her. ❛ Oh my god, no. Uhm...here! ❜ Iris twirled around and plunged her hand into the nearest cooler she’d seen, removing a can of soda and quickly offering it to her friend.