i s l a f o x .

I S L A - F O X. twenty-three williamsburg, brooklyn waitress / bartender & sugar baby "making my own road out of gravel and some wine. and if i have to fall, then it won't be in your line."

[elizabethgilies]

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hey, all. i am so, so sorry that my activity has been so shit. i have been all over the place with traveling and family medical stuff & it’s just been a really, really long few weeks for me.

BUT I’M BACK! & i’ll be making some updates to isla, luka, & maeve’s blogs. so if anyone is down to talk about reinventing old plots, starting new plots, or anything like that, message me or like this point!

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dianaxsummers:

“Of course I am.” he laughed. He reached behind her head and pulled back a small plastic bag. “Snow White for my Snow White”

“I’m feeling more of a Cinderella and fairy godmother vibe.” Isla beamed, reaching up on her tip toes to kiss Bash on the cheek. She pinched the small bag between her index and forefinger. “Where would you like to christen first?”

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newkydd-ontheblock:

“If you vouch for him darling he’s hired. Like I said there isn’t a thing I could do about it anyway” Sebastian said. Her next sentence surprised him. “You want some of my grade A? And what do I get in return.?”

“Don’t you forget it.” Isla reached up, bopping him on the nose as she smiled. His question made her roll her eyes. “Something in return? Seriously? You’re not just going to share?”

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dianaxsummers:

“I love that idea” Sebastian answered as he watched her ,leaning against a wall. Sebastian walked toward her, taking her hand in his. He spun her playfully, “Darling even if I said I did…would it even matter?”

Isla laughed as he spun her, though her curiosity piqued at his behavior. He’d been acting rather jumpy since she’d slid into his car and she had a feeling it was drug related. “No, it wouldn’t. His name is Dominic and he’s a great bartender. Attractive too.” She straightened up, eyes scanning his face. “Now pony up. I know you’re holding and we need to christen our new business by doing a line off the bar.”

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juburke:

“Guess we’ll have to find out then, yeah?” His brows rose in merriment, blinking a few times quickly as if he’d lost their staring contest. Though, he did keep his contact to her face, dropping his eyes momentarily to glance at her lips as she spoke. Something about her tone had Jude thinking she wasn’t just bullshitting with him - that this was something personal to her, but he decided to ignore it. “Wow, that was a pretty good reference. Guess you might be deadly. Lucky for me, I’m dangerous enough to find out.” He teased, keeping their distance very close, shrugging. “‘Course not. I was just asking if you judged the birthday suit portion of the pageant.”

“I guess we will.” He had an interesting eye color, she realized - not quite green, not quite blue. And there was something expressive about them, something easy to read. It seemed like the color switched each time his expression changed. “Attractive and brave. I can’t believe I never came into this store before today.” Her tone was light, though the comment was genuine. She must’ve passed this convenience store a million times and had never come inside. “Of course. I like to be intimately involved with every step of the pageant process.”

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juburke:

“I don’t lose often,” He answered, green eyes staring, shining bright at their playful conversation. It was then when his smile disappeared just for a moment. “Yeah, I don’t usually worry ‘bout it. Their loss, right?” He chuckled, smile reappearing. “Isla? That’s actually really pretty of a name though. You’ve got a pretty name for a pretty girl - not dangerous sounding at all. Not like Jude. Like, come on — that’s tough.” Jude joked, the tone of his voice sarcastic as he did so. “You gonna judge it?”

“Then it sounds like you’re due for one, aren’t you?” She refused to be the one to break their eye contact now - not when it was starting to feel like a genuine competition. “Right. And it could be worse,” Isla shrugged, her thoughts going back to her father. “They could’ve gotten to know you and then decided they wanted nothing to do with you.” His compliment chased away any residual thoughts of her family. “Hey, like you said before. Pretty and tough aren’t mutually exclusive. Sometimes the prettiest flowers are the deadliest ones, you know.” She tilted her head, growing more and more intrigued. “Are you inviting me to see you naked, Jude? What kind of girl do you think I am?”

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newkydd-ontheblock:

“So? What do you think?” Bash said as he lead Isla into the empty building. He had already started contracting so walls, stages, bars, and poles were already set up. “I know it some work still but I figured we can at least start some hiring interviews? Picture a few tables here….oh and a booths over there. Dj is going to go up on that wall above everyone….” Blue orbs darted around, a bright smile on his face. “I was thinking naming it Seventh Level…has a ring to it right?” His voice was excited and to be honest….a bit on edge. He was even walking quicker than usual. Then again he had done a hit before he picked up Isla.

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Isla let her feet carry her around the room, silent as she took everything in. Everything about the place screamed ‘successful business venture,’ and yet she still felt anxiety bubbling in her gut. “It’s perfect,” she finally conceded. She turned to face the wall where one of the stages would be. “We should set up some aerial artists on either side of this stage. Not stripping - but it would be classy and sexy as fuck, y’know?” She ran her hand along the stage, letting ideas dance in her head. “I already have a bartender that I want to hire too, by the way. It’s a nonnegotiable thing.” She turned to face Bash, raising an eyebrow at him. “Got a problem with that?”

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marniewhy:

Marnie sighed in content, taking a long drink from her glass as she figured out where to start. A lot had happened, but she wasn’t sure what piece of new took priority over the rest. “ Well… ” she started, moving her glass back to her lips to drink some more before she spilled the news. “ I’ve been working on some journalism stuff. Writing a few articles here and there for some blogs, and magazines. Nothing major, just small irrelevant stuff really, but still cool, I guess. ” she shrugged, knocking back the rest of the wine quicker than necessary. “ Oh, and I slept with Bash. Refill? ”

Isla nodded in pride and approval as Marnie spoke. Of course her best friend had been fine - she’d known she would be. While Isla had combatted a mental breakdown in Italy, Marnie had kept moving forward. “Any good magazines? Which blogs? I want print copies, URLs, the whole nine yards. I’m going to put it all up on my fridge.” She took a long sip - and then nearly choked on it. “Scusami?” She secured her grip on the other girl’s wrist, cementing them to the couch. “You slept with Bash? Fucking Christ, Marnie. Seriously?”

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juburke:

“That’s the only way to play.” Jude replied in a second, not bothering to hide his interest in the brunette. “I wouldn’t know - haven’t seen my parents since, well - ever.” His shoulders lifted into a slight shrug before he continued. “But I like to think the song. You know why?” He asked, brow raising. “Because it’s about comforting someone who’s in a really tough situation. I like to think that I can do that, maybe that’s why they named me it.” Jude’s serious tone immediately turned into a grin, however. “Do they have a birthday suit portion?”

“Maybe if you like losing,” Isla quipped back. His next few words did little to slow her down. She’d had too much family drama in her own life to let it get to her anymore. “Maybe you dodged a bullet. Parents can be pretty shit - and occasionally unnecessary, I’ve found.” She watched him carefully while he talked her through his name, even more intrigued by his candor. “Sounds like a pretty powerful name. Unfortunately, Isla - that’s my name, Isla - doesn’t have any cool connotations. It’s just a river in Scotland. It’s nice to say though.” She couldn’t help the smirk that curled on her lips at his next comment. “If they didn’t before, they do now.”

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juburke:

“Of course not. You can be both pretty and tough — look at Ruby Rose. I think you’re just all talk, though.” Jude teased, his job currently on the back-burner since his attention was drawn to the girl in front of him. “Did I ever tell you my name? It’s Jude.” He stated plainly, his fingers pinching at the top of his shirt where his name tag lay. “I’m pretty? Really - Think I could win a beauty pageant?”

“Underestimating me already? That’s a dangerous game.” The candy Isla had come into the store for was already forgotten, replaced with a new compulsion. Her eyes flickered to his name tag. “Jude, hm? The Beatles song or the Apostle?” She withheld her name for the moment. She’d give it to him, of course, but she was enjoying their banter. “I’m not sure. I don’t think I can cast my vote until after I’ve seen the swimsuit portion.”

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juburke:

Jude watched in amusement as she spoke, her tone never wavering and her confidence unmatched. He was truly impressed, and slightly attracted to the woman in front of him. “Pretty tough? I don’t know - I mean, definitely pretty.” He added, letting out a chuckle of defeat at her next comment. “You’re right. Don’t want to beat up the helpless.”

“Are you insinuating that I can’t be both pretty and tough? Because, if so, we’re gonna have to take this outside and I’ll have to actually leave a bruise on that nice little jawline of yours.” She adopted her best threatening stare ( which, in her current flirtatious state, wasn’t very threatening ). “Which would be a pity, really. Since you’re rather pretty yourself.”

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dominic--cross:

“Funny – I was going to take a nap in the back room but decided I wouldn’t ditch you. But I really should have, since you pretty much did leave me alone all weekend,” he held up his shot glass with a smile, obviously kidding. Dominic was content they had another successful night working together that didn’t include burning the place down. “Cheers,” he took his shot. “Next?” he wondered if it was going to be that kind of night. There was only less than two hours until sunrise. “How was that trip anyhow? Did anything eventful happen?” 

“You should’ve come on the retreat! I told you that you should.” Isla rolled her eyes. Maybe the trip would have been more exciting had Dominic tagged along. As it was, she’d really only spent the weekend getting drunk and wandering around. “Next!” She agreed, pouring them another round of shots. What was the point of quitting now? The sun wasn’t even up yet. “Oh, I don’t know. It was mostly just a lot of snow and drinking yourself warm. Some girl went missing. Nobody I knew personally, but it was my cousin’s roommate. They found her though.”

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russell-rodgers:

“ You’re welcome.” He liked this about them how they would talk for hours. “ No it would not. She doesn’t judge. She would love you. But you don’t have to meet her. My parents know about everything Isla. They already know about you and us. It’s not a secret. I talk to my parents every day. My mom even facetimes.” 

“They know everything?” Isla laughed, sitting up slightly to get a closer look at Russell. She held a hand up as if it would physically slow down the situation. “So you told your mother that you’re fucking a 23 year old? Your mother?”

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juburke:

Jude watched as the brunette girl in front of him subtly eyed him up. Although he assumed she was just playing along, he had a feeling that she would have known the answer without having to look along his entire body. “You think you can give me a black eye? I dunno about that - I always think if you’ve got a black eye, you’ve lost. Therefore, I don’t really believe you.” He stated, his eyes never leaving her’s.

“Oh, I could totally give you a black eye.” Isla smiled, nodding along confidently. “I’d say I’m tougher than I look, but I think I look pretty tough.” She matched his level of eye contact, not looking away as she spoke. “You can get a black eye and still win the fight. I mean, the other guy’s gotta get a hit or two in. Otherwise you look like you beat the shit out of some dude who couldn’t take it.”

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juburke:

‘When the girl in front of him leaned forward and began whispering, Jude leaned in closer as well as if they were in on some big secret. His eyes widened just a bit before he laughed from deep in his throat. “You’re crazy. Look at me. Do I look like someone people would ever be afraid of?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice but a playful smirk on his lips.

“Hm.” Isla paused, dragging her gaze up and down his form as if seriously assessing his threat level ( a perfect opportunity to not-so-subtly check him out ). “I could give you a nice little black eye, if you’d like?” She quirked an eyebrow, obviously kidding. “People always seem more menacing with a few bruises or a busted lip.”

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russell-rodgers:

“ She still scares me ‘till this day.” That was something he never said out loud. Russell played with her hair,” Yeah. Maybe the next time I see them you can meet them. You would love them. My mom is one of them old ladies that says whats her mind at all times. And my dad has a dry sense of humor.” 

“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry that you’ve held onto this for so long.” Isla reached for his hand, tangling their fingers together and pressing her lips to his knuckles. “Wouldn’t that - uh. Wouldn’t that be horrifically awkward?” Isla shifted, uncomfortable at the thought. “It doesn’t seem like ‘old woman who says what’s on her mind’ and ‘son who’s sleeping with someone younger than their granddaughter’ would mix very well...”