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Iâm in desperate need of a good night out so please donât be a downer and just come out with me!
âDepends what your good night out consists of,â Jesse said around the Newport that dangled from his lips, lighting it only after heâd gotten the words out. A long stream of grey smoke followed, ashes falling from the tip and landing beside one of his boots. âGotta be careful where you go around here. LAâs crawlinâ with goblins, yâknow?â
âI couldnât be happier to have the next few days off and to myself. Maybe not the âto myselfâ part, but the other part, definitely. Uh, Iâm a bit new to these parts, but Iâm Gregory.â
âHey, pretty boy,â Jesse landed a hard slap on Gregoryâs back, choking back laughter at the introduction being given to someone who looked to be a crew member for another show. âWe gonna go out for drinks, or what? Canât play a party boy if you donât know how to party, Greg.â
Yâknow I never realised how many people actually worked in this place. I usually stick to myself and come and leave as needed but today Iâve stayed later than usual and boy does this place have a lot of people. How am I to remember all these names?
Jesse was prone to bad moods even at the best of times--this was not one of them. Heâd been on set going on thirteen hours, he was exhausted, he was pissed off at his director because of an argument theyâd gotten into, and all heâd wanted to do was go for a walk around the studioâs grounds to clear his head before he went back for another three. Surely the boy whoâd spoken to him didnât mean any harm, but the circumstances lent themselves to an outburst on Jesseâs end, one that he held back by the skin of his teeth. âItâs the biggest studio in Hollywood,â he said, cracking open the top of a Snapple that he desperately wished was a bottle of Jack. âSo, yeah. Lot of people. Pretty sure you donât need to remember anyoneâs names except for the ones you work with.â
     celeste bit down onto her lower lip as she inserted the dollar bill into the vending machine; slender fingers reaching outward to the machine and pressing down onto the two keys; c7. she was attempting to get out a bag of rye chips; since her actual set had nothing but seemingly sugary treats and she wanted something savory. but then, no bag is falling down and no money is being returned. â oi! chort zabyray! â, she snapped as she attempted to rock against the large machine to knock down the snack.
It was with a deprecating expression of mock interest that Jesse watched the blonde before him make a futile attempt at body-slamming the machine, unsuccessfully dislodging a bag of chips being held hostage by the thick metal coil above C7. After several moments of observing the struggle, Jesse finally pulled a bill out of his wallet that looked worse for wear--although the machine took it without trouble--and punched in the same letter-number combination the blonde had done. Two bags of rye chips fell to the bottom and he turned to her with a lopsided that could only be described as smug. âWould appreciate it if you didnât try to destroy the vending machine on our set next time.â
hi guys!! iâm tay and this is my trash son jesse aka drew beaker of gentlemanâs club! i have a shitty little bullet bio for you to check out to give u a bit of background on him (spoiler alert: heâs trash) aaaaand iâm also trash and love to plot as much angst as possible so??? hmu iâll be around most of today and canât wait to get to know all of u đ»đ»
text: katechelle
Michelle: Aw, thanks Kate. :) I almost got it the last time, but then I messed up my ankle so...
Michelle: I mean, I tried talking to them about it a couple years ago, but they....totally freaked. Thought it would detract from my '''actual studies'''
Kate: đ but also đ about the ankle #ouch
Kate: Ugh, I'm sorry, that's so regressive and unsupportive. I know that must be really difficult, having to choose between your parents and something you love. But honestly, Michelle, you have such a gift, and hopefully one day they'll see that
Kate: Maybe for now say you went hiking đ
yestherealjessicastjames:
I wasnât aware we were ever on civil terms, I guess we all got lost in translation. Thatâs most appreciated, the whole out of sight, out of mind kind of thing just works better when it comes to him and I. You mean your lives were a lot less fun, and a lot more boring without me around to shake them up. Daddy made someâŠ.poor choices with his investors money so while he went to jail, I spent time in the Swiss Alps with Grams until things cooled down a bit. Apparently thatâs not the way you raise a âproperâ young lady according to my Mother so forced back I was and now Iâm here. Arenât I just the luckiest? While I would love to beat my own drum and brag about my vocal success, I have to disagree with you. Why shouldnât you get any solos this year? Your voice is a power house all on itâs own, and if I rise to the ranks like I know I will, Iâll make sure you get the soloâs you deserve. Thereâs a new order around here babe.
Well, at least you lead an interesting life, Jessie. I wouldnât expect anything less. Sorry about your dad, though. I hope everythingâs...working out for him. Hey, at least youâre only here another right before you graduate and then you can get back to New York. Or...wherever. Iâm sorry, did Jessica St. James just compliment my voice? Iâm flattered. I really, really hope you can keep your word on that one, because a solo every now and then would be ever so much appreciated.
fionahudsongleek:
Fiona nodded, looking down at her own cup of tea, she felt embarrassed more than anything, and guilt, oh the guilt, she would have slept with Kit out of all people he was an ass and definitely not her type. The brunette shook her head, âI-I know, and Iâm not crying over him, Iâm crying because I would have risked my relationship for an asshole who probably has more whores than the most popular prostitute in the world. At least if I risked my relationship have it be for someone actually worth it, you know?â she sighed, when she added the words someone like you in her mind, luckily those words werenât spoken.
âLetâs ease up on the whole âwhoreâ thing, maybe,â Kate lifted an eyebrow at Fiona, âbut Iâm glad that at least you realize the important thing in this situation. You were ready to cheat on Ryan, Fiona. The same thing Quinn did to you sophomore year with Nora. Ryan might be a handful sometimes, but heâs a good person and he doesnât deserve that. Come on, I know youâre better than that.â She reached out a hand and took one of Fionaâs, squeezing lightly. âWhy would you ever risk your relationship for anybody? Thatâs not a totally healthy mindset, Fiona. You shouldnât feel ready to cheat on your boyfriend the moment you find someone better.â
zizesliam:
Liam simply shook his head, âWe arenât talking about meâ shot back sternly avoiding anything and everything to do about him and his time at McKinley. Liam scoffed and furrowed his brow, âI shouldnât have to ignore it.â He turned on his heels to walk away before glancing over his shoulder, â Enjoy your senior year at McKinley, Hummel.â
Kate opened her mouth to say something, only to realize a moment later she had no words. She stood there blinking owlishly at Liamâs retreating back, less angry than confused. It wasnât as though sheâd ever known him very well, but sheâd always assumed there wasnât much worth knowing underneath that terrible attitude. It was only when heâd turned a corner and disappeared from sight that she realized she was standing there like a moron in the middle of the hallway, and she hurried--a little frazzled--on her way to the class she would probably now be late for.
text: katechelle
Michelle: I do still fall, especially when I try moves that /may/ be just a little out of my league.
Michelle: My parents don't actually /know/ I dance. It's a complicated thing, Kate, they'll flip if they find out.
Kate: I can accept you falling when you try new moves, but I cannot accept any moves being out of your league
Kate: Seriously? Wow, I'm sorry. Have you thought about trying to bring it up? Maybe it won't be as bad as you think
KIT â KATE
KIT: "virgin"
KIT: Or at least so they'll say
KIT: The most innocent are the most freaky
KIT: Aren't you?
KIT: Also, the base IQ in this school is 7. Of course they'll believe it
KATE: What is that supposed to mean? Just because you have no self control doesn't mean the rest of us can't wait until we're ready and find the right person
KATE: I wouldn't know if I'm "freaky," considering, as I said, I am a VIRGIN. But I rather doubt it.
KATE: Not that it's any of your business
KATE: As much as I enjoy arguing with you and tearing down every point you make, I can't truthfully say you're wrong about that. It might be lower than seven, though, in which case you're wrong once again
text: kiona
Fiona: Yeah I just I'm too embarrassed to talk about it. Although we shouldn't talk in the same house as our parents if they found out I'd be screwed... I just he's destined for greatness and what if hes better off without me in the future. What if you are better off?
Fiona: Well I tried to never socialize with him.
Kate: Okay, well we'll have to figure out a good time to talk about it, then. This has been going on since I went to Crawford? That was almost a year ago now, Fiona
Kate: I think that's something you need to talk to Ryan about. The two of us may have just started becoming close, but I think I can say with relative certainty he wouldn't even enjoy his fame if he didn't have you there to share it with him
Kate: Try not to text him either
