kit donovan

kent "kit" donovan. 28. society member. broadcast anchor. for ANA (America News Assoication)

[kitdonovan]

reignhhqs​:

There should have been alarm bells ringing in the youngest Hearst’s mind as she made the decision to meet up with Lorena’s ex, and Evie’s brother, but instead she pushed aside any of those thoughts and replaced them with something entirely different. She’d known Kit for a long time, she had known him though Evie and had always had some sort of strange attraction to him. Maybe it was curiosity or awe at the way he carried himself. Most of the men she associated with had a want for attention and fame, but Kit wasn’t like that at all. 

“Yeah, she’s… Lorena,” Reign didn’t really know how to describe her annoyance with Lorena just yet- was it anger? Hatred? No. It wasn’t that strong surely. She couldn’t tell. All she knew was that she didn’t even want to spend another minute around Lorena at the moment, all she knew was that she wanted Lorena to know how it felt to not be a priority to her. She took a sip of her drink, a small smile on her lips, pushing Lorena from her mind, she didn’t want to ruin her evening thinking about her, but that was difficult to do when somehow she kept coming up in conversation. Could she not escape her? “Oh, you did?” And now Evie had come up too. Great. “How about we talk about anything else- literally anything. I feel like all I’ve been talking about- thinking about is Lorena the past few days, I need a break- what about you? How’s New York treating you?” she questioned, glad that the previous topic had disappeared as she took another sip from her glass, readjusting her sitting position, which only made her more aware of how close their legs were, she could hardly move without brushing against him. She looked up at him again, her eyes narrowing slightly as he answered, the same curiosity they always held only deepening. 

There was an upset between him and Lorena that he knew could never be addressed or fixed. It had the potential, but Kit would rather not pretend he wanted that. Their relationship had been good at first and then their habits drilled against them, becoming more cautiously aware of each other. Kit began to see the passiveness to her and she began to see how tied to work he was. It wasn’t something he could change or wanted to make adjustments for. He wouldn’t forget how she drowned his phone in a drink at a party, but he still partially blamed himself for letting it go to that point. 

He knew how she could be and through his time with her, rarely did he see Reign and her fight or at least not to these extremes. “Yes, the dinner-” he began to say, but once she wanted to mute the topic, he bit back his words. Kit seemed stunned for a moment at the suddenness but would pardon Reign from the topic of Lorena. It was the least he could do as he didn’t know the details but could see the stress colored on her face. “Oh-good. I don’t start work until Monday. Just moved here yesterday. Once all the boxes are unpacked it could possibly feel like home. Busier than I thought it would be, though compared to D.C anything is more exciting.” They were sitting rather close and his hand naturally fell from his own thigh to hers as they were already close. 

[kitdonovan]

location: commons bar, london closed: @floralposies​

It wasn’t his intention to take a whole day off of work and after making the arrangements, he flew to London to meet with Floraigh. After their conversation, Kit was tense about the tax plan and the budget cuts as much as any sane person should be but the lack of knowledge on how the American government works also left him feeling impatient. It seemed they both had needs to be met at this meeting and he was only thankful that they would be surrounded by drinks. As soon as he arrived he took a car to the house of commons, feeling immune to the splendor of being in another country. He was impatient to leave for Thailand for his spontaneous trip with Melina. It wasn’t spontaneous for him as he booked it a few weeks in advance but it was short notice for him to invite her which was something he didn’t regret. 

The car pulled up to the location and he followed the way to the commons bar. He thumbed out a few emails and texts to people as he waited, already sitting next to a martini to keep him company. If this was going to be an actual interview, he came prepared with notes and recorder. When a blur made him look up, he stood up out of courtesy to see Floraigh enter. “Prime Minister,” he greeted stiffly, glancing down at his watch subtly. “Do you normally keep your guests waiting?”

[kitdonovan]

location: colombia university  when: oct. 24 closed: @denizdemir​

It had been a long week, one that was mostly spent tethered to his own work. It had served as a necessary catalyst of a distraction considering the weekend from before. Many moments during the week he lost focus, the concentration to do simple tasks. His mind seemed fatigued by recent events and had nearly missed the evening. It was going to be a full evening spent of shaking hands, sharing contented words, honoring others in the field. All of which seemed pointless as well as exhausting. With some convincing by his sister and a confirmation that his date would be in attendance, he changed the congested thoughts. The room was spread out with table placements and seating arrangements. It had been a while since he went to Colombia and it seemed fitting that the reunion was for a journalistic cause. 

For the first few minutes, Kit made the rounds that were necessary and gave brief welcoming words to those he needed to greet. The façade seemed to slip from his features the moment he slipped into the chair at his table. It was still an hour almost until the presentations and speeches but enough time to compose himself. “Having a good night?” he asked Deniz who was seated at the table as well. “There’s a lot more talking than I had thought there would be.”

[kitdonovan]

location: upstate new york closed: @nathanhqs​

It had been a long week but a good weekend. He had seen Melina on Friday and gone to her show on Saturday evening. After last weekend, he had rain checked going rock climbing with his business partner, Nathan. The two were seeing each other out of work and it was changing the dynamic between them slowly. He had gone to the Halloween night at his house and woke up feeling like doing anything but moving which meant he had cancelled their rock climbing activity. Cancelling with his own father had been another thing but it was a busy time for everyone and he had used work as an excuse. 

This weekend, he was feeling better and not weighed down by a hangover he would have to recover from. He hadn’t done anything like rock climbing since college but upstate had always had promising challenges. It would hopefully be relied on muscle memory to make it through the afternoon. When he pulled up to the trailhead and found Nathan he looped his thumbs through his backpack. “I think there’s a mass ahead with some things set up. Or perhaps they moved it. Haven’t been here in almost eight years.”

[kitdonovan]

itsmelinafinch​:

Where: New York  Status: for @kitdonovan​

Melina was excited about seeing Kit again after their last visit with him in San Francisco had gone. She liked spending time with the man, enjoyed his company and their little friendship they had going. Sure, their had been some bumps and misunderstandings along the way, but she still liked him. Which was definitely going to end up being a problem with the whole casual thing they were going for, despite all the ways Mel swore up and down that she understood it. She did, she really did, and for now she was more than happy with it, but deep down she knew she’d end up liking him too much and that was going to be disastrous. For now, she was glad to have fun with him. Which was what found her with baking supplies in hand and ringing the bell to his townhouse, waiting to be let in. 

“Hey!” she greeted with a smile when the door opened, holding up the bag. “I brought the goods,” Mel told him with a soft laugh. “Obviously they’re going to need work to actually be goods,” she said, head bobbing side to side slightly. “But I promise, they’re going to be worth the wait.” she assured him. 

It had only been a few days since he saw Melina last in San Francisco and every conversation since then had only increased his excitement to see her. After the last Society meeting, he hadn’t been able to focus on much, feeling numb to anything that he was met with. Work had been hard so he worked from home after his segment, his mind had been spread thin and had pushed the last person he was seeing away. After the Pulitzer dinner, he had earned some clarity and began to feel things slip back into whatever normal had felt before. With the election being finished, he had felt the weight lift from that he had been carrying since around August. The campaign coverage had been a weighted task and with that worry gone, he felt open to other challenges and opportunities. One had been focusing on his feelings for Melina which he had been reserved about since around September. Now, he felt like he could give her the time that she deserved and only hoped it wasn’t too late. 

The whole day he had spent glancing at his phone at work to see if she messaged or glancing at his watch to see if it would work faster. Around mid-afternoon he called his assistant to get flowers for his place in an attempt to give Melina that gesture. He was looking forward to the evening. It had been a while since he cooked for anyone but himself and he hadn’t seen the movies that she recommended they watch. When he got home from work, he got ready in haste and a blur in order to have things in place when she arrived. The scallops hissed against the heated oil in the pan when he heard the knock. He gathered George in his hands so he wouldn’t nudge out the door when he opened it. “Hey,” he replied in return, his smile welcome and wide. Kit gestured her inside and closed the door. “Please. My kitchen is yours. Make yourself at home.” He led her to the kitchen and began to check the food on the stovetop, lowering the heat where needed. “Is there anything you need to bake? I promise I have some things.”

[kitdonovan]

isabeldubois​:

where: New York

status: for @kitdonovan​

While Melina had told her that Kit Donovan would be attending the live taping of her Podcast, Isabel did not think he would actually show up. Of course she kept her lips sealed as she didn’t want to ruin her friend’s excitement. She came in a little early, sunglasses on her face and hair tied back into a ponytail, doing her best to dress ‘New-York-casual’ so she would blend in with the crowd instead of having the attention be diverted to her. She was standing in the corner when she noticed Kit come in, walking over to him, arms crossed with a nonchalant tone. “Fancy seeing you here.” She had to make sure that he had good intentions and wasn’t giving Mel false hope. 

True crime wasn’t an interest he really had but instead had more an interest in who was going to be here tonight. The previous evening had been perfect in every way and had been excited about seeing Melina twice this weekend. Kent walked into the venue after finding the place alright and had been given a reserved seating. He walked in on the phone and pocketed it as he tried to find where he was meant to go when he saw someone approaching. “Oh, Isabel,” he said, slightly surprised but gave her a warm smile. “And you as well. How are things?” The last time he had talked to the infamous singer it hadn’t gone well or at least he considered it an awkward conversation. “Have you been to one of these before?”

[kitdonovan]

reignhhqs​:

Reign couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment when she realised that she was really annoyed at Lorena, but it definitely followed the few dates she’d had with Jordan. The two had always been best friends, and despite occasionally bickering, they didn’t really argue, this was unlike them. Reign knew that she shouldn’t be as hurt as she was, but she couldn’t help it, as far as she was concerned Lorena hated Jordan and now she was spending their trip to New York to date him, when she could just wait until she got back home. Maybe Reign was just jealous, no one had ever travelled across country like that for her, when they could just see her when she got back. 

The thought had come to Reign when she was sitting in her room, after all, she didn’t know many people in New York, and didn’t want to dwell on her situation with Lorena, so Kit came to mind. He had been more than up for meeting for drinks, and she didn’t mind that she would be intruding on his night with Kon. It was nice to have a change, to spend time with people that she wouldn’t normally socialise with and a couple of drinks in Kit nestled next to her, closer than before. “It’s okay, I guess,” she grinned back cheekily. “Seriously though, thank you for this, I’m having a better night now. Everything was going to shit, so I feel like this was the break I needed. Thank you for that.” 

Being in the society was a privilege and Kent wasn’t going to play ignorance to others who wanted to be in the same place he was. He had just moved the day before and was still setting his place up, but tonight served as a break. Already the movers had placed the furniture and what was left was a few dozen boxes of various items. The first thing he thought needed setting up was his office and bedroom. It had been a dull process but he was able to bookend the day’s work for a drink with his sister and Lorena. It had been a stiff surprise but had fallen into a conversation that made it less bitter. Even still, he had promised Kon he would get drinks and had somehow promised he would get drunk as well. Knowing that Reign was there as well made his interest grow. 

There was the apparent tension she brought with her from whatever had happened with Lorena. Whatever it was must have happened in the couple of hours separating him from now and the dinner he had just had with the other woman involved. If anything, he could sympathize with being on the burning end of Lorena’s stubbornness. He knew the two were close so seeing Reign resigned from Lorena at all wasn’t a good sign but was willing to bring comfort and reassurance. Kit had just finished another third drink and had lost count at actual drinks as opposed to shots. “You really don’t have to thank me. Some would say it’s a good service on my part. Lorena can be a bitter pill when she’s mad.” His relationship with Lorena had always been something he held at arms length. He had wanted her and wanted to commit but relationships had always been something he couldn’t meet in the middle and Lorena made it incredibly hard to want to be able to do that for her. The booth they were nestled in was wide but he noticed how close they were sitting and with the drinks, it only made things feel more warm. “I saw her earlier. Had dinner with her and Gen. If you want to talk about it we can...or talk about anything else as a distraction.”

[kitdonovan]

floralposies​:

“Apology accepted.” Floraigh had enough self-control to refrain from rolling her eyes, and tarnish the almost-accepted peace between herself and Kent, “though I know there’s a U.S. President, and you can presumably understand my desire for the acknowledgment of the United Kingdom as an entity in its entirety. Northern Ireland and all.”

His sarcasm wasn’t well-hidden, if attempted at all, and any distrust of her actions always rubbed Floraigh up the wrong way. “Very funny, but business deals were never my forte. So I’m not sure the conflation is valid.”

She tucked a few stray hairs back, behind her ear, and hummed, “that’s her job; if people are able to look past mine, why shouldn’t I offer them the same courtesty? And honestly, you’re talking like I’m dating her.” Her head shook, and she lifted her glass to her lips, eyebrow raised, “Since you’re clearly the expert in how your sister should be treated, why don’t you tell me how you want me to ‘go forward’ with her, hmm?”

A discussion with Floraigh seemed almost obsolete and he was beginning to wish the traffic took longer or perhaps the wine could be refilled more often. “And you can rest assured it was a genuine mistake on my part and I allow you to mock me until you’re done,” he replied sardonically, not being subtle as he glanced down at his watch. 

“I am surprised you aren’t more acquainted with business as most of it is planning strategies and holding arguments. You seem good at it-” he took a sip of wine before holding his hand in front of him. “If anything that’s a compliment before you say anything.”

Though he could see Floraigh and Evie matching on perhaps a banter level, he couldn’t remember Floraigh doing something like this for others. “My sister is more important than any person I’ve dated so if it seems like I’m concerned, it’s because I am. I only want to be transparent with you...she’s not in the best head space and if you’re going to be her mentor then you should expect that. I just want you to keep that in mind is all.”

[kitdonovan]

hxxll-o​:

“I was just going to share my phone with the tv and scroll through the listings so we can say yay or nay. Plus, you can do face masks while we pick out what we want for dinner too.”

Not that she thought about food but if it was offered, Evie supposed she’d poke at it if she could. She handed the aloe packet to her brother and placed the others away before leaning forwards to grab the bottle of wine she had chilling in an ice bucket.

“Dinner is your choice, I don’t mind anything. Preferably nothing too greasy but.. if you’re in the mood for chicken nuggets and assortment of dips again,” She shrugged, “I guess my fatty deposits are screaming for nutrition.”

“Do you have an actual area you have in mind or are you looking over the whole radius of the city? There might be some close to me that are for rent. The route to work is decent though I doubt you would want to be that close.”

One of the bright sides of being back in New York was the people he could see more often. Having Sunday brunch with the family or Saturday golf afternoon with his father was only the price to pay. 

“My choice? And I’m not going to consume fast food like that...that’s only reserved for specific moods.” The only time he had let himself have anything close to McDonalds was when he was drunk or even hungover. Kit raised his glass for Evie to pour the wine into it. “We can have Indian if that’s alright with you.”

[kitdonovan]

location: waverly inn closed: @itsmelinafinch​

It had been almost a week of texting back and forth between himself and Melina. It was almost conversational and at some point shifted from business to casual. The interview he did for the podcast was simple but effective. It was point based facts that he had done through a trial that some people found interesting. For him, it was just work but he understood there was some fascination with true crime. It wasn’t his preference but those like his sister seemed thrilled by it and was willing to do this gesture. He wasn’t expecting her to come to New York and meeting her for dinner seemed like another gesture, but upon accepting the reflection of this being more than just dinner peaked his mind. 

The car that drove him from work and his townhouse took a detour to a restaurant that was in between. It was a place he liked and had recommended. He knew he was running late as a meeting with one of the interns after work seemed to take longer than it should’ve warranted. With other minor inconveniences he pushed the door open to the restaurant five minutes after the time they said. Once he was led to the table where Melina was already sitting he slipped into the chair across from her. “I apologize for being late,” he said genuinely, focusing more on being late than his initial worry over the dinner. “I’m usually punctual. Hopefully you weren’t waiting too long.”

[kitdonovan]

knightlorena​:

hxxll-o​:

Sometimes it’s best to just let a topic go, especially if the person refused to acknowledge what was outright explained to them– normally Evie would be just as royally stubborn as the model in front of her, but the entrance of her brother erased all previous thoughts swirling in her mind.  She picked up her drink again, inspecting the delicate little toothpick that was keeping a wedge of orange there. “The more the merrier,” she said finally, peering between Lorena and Kit before she gestured at the spot next to them, “Pull up a chair, order a whiskey, it’ll be a grand old time.”  Once her brother was seated (not relaxed, Evie noted, but trying his best to appear somewhat relaxed), she handed him the menu lazily. “You should say congratulations to Kit, Lorena. He just got marvelous news, didn’t you Kit? Want to share with the class?”

@knightlorena​

So when she first decided that she would come today to try and make peace with Evie she didn’t think it would involve seeing Kit too. They hadn’t really been sharing the same space since they broke up. Why would they? It’d be weird for them to keep hanging out after they ended how they did. She was over him but that didn’t mean she was completely indifferent. So seeing him sit down next to her was more than a little awkward even if she did her best to not show it. “You were invited, huh?” Lorena pressed her lips together to a smile pausing before adding more. “Fun.” This evening was already more than she bargained for. This wasn’t what she signed up for. “Well before I congratulate I’d like to know what this is about. Please, do share.” 

@kitdonovan​

He had perhaps hoped that when he arrived, the two wouldn’t be there. Either the conversation being exceptionally short or they weren’t able to handle it through entrees. He didn’t know what the end result would be but if they all went out unscathed then that was his hope. Kent glanced between the two and once prompted, lifted his gaze from the menu. It was meant to be shared with Evie and though had already had a celebratory lunch, this seemed to pale in comparison. “Ah, well. The last project I worked on received a Pulitzer for international multimedia,” he answered modestly, thinking that it wasn’t necessarily a conversation piece to share with Lorena. Already he was trying not to match her eyes as he had subscribed and then unsubscribed to her explicit content. 

@hxxll-o​

[kitdonovan]

hxxll-o​:

who ;; @kitdonovan​ setting ;; new york , evie’s hotel room

Though she would never admit to it when asked, Kit actually got some pretty good genes from their parents; he had longer lashes than she did (which infuriated her since it was just wasted on a man like him) and, on occasion, she noticed that his skin was void of blemishes when hers would angrily punish her for a night of eating anything that was cooked with more than a quarter sized bit of oil. 

“Come sit down,” she simpered, grabbing his wrist and yanking him over to her big, plush couch. She happily plopped down next to him and thumbed through her collection of face masks, yanking out four while she chattered about how her Korean fans always sent the best care packages that included all the latest products from it’S SKIN, innisfree, THE FACE SHOP, and SKINFOOD.

“Okay, here– rose, honey, aloe, or snail?” She peeked at the snail one, “I don’t think it’s real snail but hey, it says there’s gold flakes in it.”

The first week of being in New York only reminded Kent of why he left the state. The underlining reason was his father and it was only ironic that he was returning because of the job offered by his father. There were surely more people at the office who were worthy of being promoted, but if his father saw potential in him then he would at least amuse him even if he failed. There was still the trouble of trying to balance it. 

A silver lining was he was near other familiar people besides relying on those in capital hill to entertain his time. He would miss drinks with Leah and Jo, but they were busy with the campaign which was understandable. Kit was looking forward to being closer to his sister and Rory.

It was a long day, but he looked forward to seeing Evie that evening. As soon as the door opened he was being ushered in. “I can walk fine without being pulled thank you,” he insisted, sitting down unprompted. She seemed to be invested in the relaxing first. “Wait-I assumed we would be making a list of apartments and perhaps ordering dinner first. And aloe is fine.”

[kitdonovan]

floralposies​:

one of the staples of the conservative front bench was impulsivity. more often than not it would come back to be a pain in the proverbial, but at the minute floraigh was rather enjoying the smugness of knowing how much it annoyed kit.

“– the united kingdom.” floraigh corrected politely, eyebrow raising at the disappearing mobile device, “i’m the prime minister of the united kingdom. england doesn’t have a devolved government like scotland and wales.”

her disdain for americans in general was coming back, fuelled by the sheer ridiculousness of their ‘commander in chief’. she made a face at the mention of new york; an overglorified cesspit.

“perhaps a liking is a little strong.” she admitted, “i’d like to help someone, and i think your sister is that someone. nothing less, nothing more.”

It was an exciting weekend to have Evie in town and having Floraigh was only another layer. He had a few disagreements with the Prime Minister but he was willing to see past that for this conversation. 

He only raised his eyes when Floraigh corrected him, nodding to show he acknowledged her. “It’s been a long day. My apologies to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.” It was pointed but he also didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. 

There were many things that Floraigh seemed disinterested in and helping others seemed to be one, especially in the society. It seemed too instantaneous for Floraigh to seek out Evie. “So as dry as a business deal. How reassuring. And you’re so forgiving over what she’s said about you in the past? How do you plan on going forward with her?”

[kitdonovan]

itsjordansheppard​:

The only thought that repeatedly ran through Jordan’s mind was that Asher owed him big time for this. Here he was taking a day out of his own busy schedule to act at being interested by Kent Donovan’s job and life. It wasn’t that he had any sort of contempt for the man personally himself. He barely knew him past being a news anchor, another member of the society and now as the mentor of some eager initiate. Jordan was luckily used to being up at early hours for rehearsals, filming or simply to start his day with a work out. Or else he’d have been in much more of a foul mood as he made his way to the ANA office that morning, nursing a to-go cup of coffee all the way there. He waited at the reception desk for Kent to arrive, glasses still placed on his face, lowered enough for him to look down at his phone and scroll away at it as he waited. He looked up when he heard someone coming and took his sunglasses off, tucking it away for now. “I brought my own,” he told the other, lifting his cup as he straightened and followed the anchor man. “I’m no stranger to early mornings,” he informed the other with a shrug of his shoulders. He nodded slowly at the information. “So, how do you start off?” he questioned. “I’ve seen some behind the scenes with interviews, but not a whole lot of what goes into the happenings before, the whole process,” he said, grasping at something to ask of Kent. He probably should have prepped some questions beforehand, but he hadn’t thought to do so. 

It was the last week of his job, only going for the first two days. Both he assumed he would be leaving early as he still had things at his apartment to finish. It was probably the worst time for someone to follow him around at work, but he had agreed begrudgingly. He didn’t watch that many movies or any with Jordan Sheppard in them but he understood the process. One had to be a morning person for this job and he was just that. He was punctual and he was able to get up at five in the morning almost every day. It was a ritual the last ten years and had adjusted to the point it was innate. “There’s more if you need,” he answered simply, turning to the assistant for a folder of clipped papers. “You know you can take the sunglasses off.” The words were said without meeting Jordan’s gaze, Kit’s eyes reading through the papers and flipping them over. “Nothing really exciting happens past noon so you can leave then if you want. I’m briefed for an hour while getting ready. Just about current affairs in the last twenty four hour new cycle. Then we go to the studio upstairs and do the segment. After that, a budget meeting as it is a Monday. Hopefully this is exciting for you and you get what you need. I know it seems dull to some.”

[kitdonovan]

location: polo bar; thursday evening (sep. 17th) closed: @reignhhqs​ (flashback)

It had been an eventful evening and he could have predicted as much. He could understand and maybe reason with Evie and Lorena having their dinner, but the unfortunate inconvenience of Lorena and drama was practically unforeseen. Kent thought he had seen the last of her antics but seeing the group chat made it aware that drama followed her anywhere. It wasn’t too much of a surprise, but the whole evening already led him to wanting to drink and was glad that drinks were already promised after. What was a surprise was Reign texting him during dinner asking to go out. Knowing that the drama was strictly between them, he sympathized and offered for her to join him and Kon for drinks around the corner. Anyone who was at the wrong end of Lorena’s drama needed support even if he didn’t know what the two were fighting about. 

The bar was nearly full but it was a more high end and exclusive that didn’t allow tomfoolery or too many people to make it claustrophobic. After a few drinks, he felt comfortable and more open. The talk about society things and voting had been the initial start to the conversation but he couldn’t focus about any of that after drinks. He had been warned he would be drinking with a Russian which promised a few rounds. When it was his turn for a round, he returned to the table with the others and nestled next to Reign. It was closer than before but he offered a side glance and a small smile. “Are you having a good time yet?”

[kitdonovan]

knightlorena​:

hxxll-o​:

“I feel like i’m repeating myself,” she retorted with a soft sigh, inching herself higher in her seat so she can lean against the table with provided emphasis, “There’s no hatchet between ‘us’, Lorena and Evie, because all that stuff happened between you two, Lorena and Kit. I’m a bit busy for a full blown vendetta against anybody and if I did I think I’d save it for Bella Thorne and her gaping pie hole that she uses to stay relevant. Kit is my brother, I’ll always be on his side even if he’s got stake in the downfall of the relationship. It’s really that simple– it’s what loyalty looks like. I offered you a chance at dinner because Kit wanted peace so here I am.” She gave the open air in front of them a soft sweep with her fingers. “A dinner for peace was formed.” She lifted the ice tea she requested up to her lips and took a small sip from it, wishing there was a twinge of burn that an alcoholic beverage would provide; alas, it only tickled her taste buds and hinted at a soft plash of lemon. “That’s hardly an indicator of poisoning, Lorena, when you’ll be eating and drinking and touching things after your leave this restaurant. Besides, you’re more likely to get sick from contaminated food that’s been improperly cooked. I would have no part in that,” Evie shrugged, “But maybe you can request to go hands on in the kitchen? I’m sure they’ll make exceptions for a girl with a love for proper food safety guidelines, although the act of you being in their kitchen would probably break a shit ton of OSHA rules.”

“And I feel like I’m repeating myself when I say that there is. I can tell you don’t like me so honestly just admit it instead of trying to make me look like I’m reading into something that isn’t there.” Lorena rolled her eyes and sighed. “Hey, there’s no need to compare me to Bella Thorne, she’s a mess on a whole other level. Things with me and Kit are fine though, we moved past things. It’s not like we’re friends or anything but I don’t hate him and i don’t think he hates me. Pretty sure he doesn’t.” At least that’s what she assumed since he subscribed to her onlyfans. She got the feeling he felt awkward about it, but she honestly didn’t see an issue with it. She was a model, everyone saw her in her underwear on billboards. And she chose what she posts on there so there was really no invasion of privacy in her mind. She wasn’t shy about her body or uncomfortable with others seeing it. “I understand the thing about loyalty, I would do the same for my brothers, so I guess we do have something in common.” Even if she didn’t enjoy admitting that. Perhaps it would help them be civil. She was going to have to learn to be civil to people she didn’t like it seemed. “You could tell them to undercook my food on purpose. I don’t know. It’s a possibility..” It seemed unlikely, but she wasn’t ruling it out completely. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary…” She was about to add something else when she saw Kit walk in and head for their table. “What are you doing here?”

@kitdonovan​

Going to dinner with his sister and his ex girlfriend seemed an awkward situation as it was, but knowing not everything was perfect already made it more cause to worry. After a week of packing and then moving, he had been exhausted mentally and physically. When he heard about the Pulitzer, he was thrilled to say the least. It was an accomplishment everyone wanted to have in the journalism field. Even his father was proud and genuine about it. A lunch had been planned earlier with Rory and Evie and once he heard about a dinner, he assumed it would be just him and sister. That was until Lorena would be there. It was a necessary conversation, but he was dragging his feet. Already he knew he was running late and whether he was doing so intentionally or not was hard to say, but he considered turning the cab around almost every minute there. He found the restaurant well and found the table when the hostess pointed it out. It felt like he was walking to his death, but tried not to be dramatic. “Sorry, I’m late. Brandy please,” he said once he sat down and a waiter came to take the order. He was seated beside both of them but was on the farthest side of the chair. “I was invited here,” he acknowledged Lorena with a side glance. “Or did you forget already?”

@hxxll-o​

[kitdonovan]

knightlorena​:

“You should definitely reconsider it. This is truly a great space for parties.” Lorena encouraged him again despite knowing deep down that it was a futile effort. She didn’t want to give up. Perhaps in time he would prefer being around people instead of closing himself off in his apartment. She thought she was doing him a favor, pushing him out of his comfort zone. His life before to spice it up her must have been so boring. Him even mentioning clubs and bars was a good sign, her influence on him was finally working. Perhaps he’d let go a bit more from now on. As long as the party went well it would mean he could be persuaded to throwing more, or rather have her organise finding someone else to organise it for them. Ideally. “Yes! That’s a great idea, I love it!”  A huge grin broke out on her face when he suggested staying home and doing a Skype call instead. The puppy eyes worked their magic every time. She got extremely lonely sitting in his apartment by herself waiting for him. So this would be great. Especially due to the fact that they didn’t have many days they could physically be together due to living in different cities. “Three weeks?” She sighed, pouting, but nodding after a while. It was better than nothing she supposed. “I’ll be there. And we can even stay in the first day you come, just relax together.” She was trying to do something he liked as well, compromise a little. “Do you not like it?” He thought it was too much. It wasn’t hard to figure out. “I hired a barkeeper, but you can ask any of the waiters and they’ll get you a drink.”

“You have your own place to worry about throwing parties and at your own leisure. I’m barely home to have parties like this every weekend.” He had the place because of the space and how open it felt which helped eliminate any stress related days. Having people filling up almost every corner did little to compliment the apartment. Had this been a weekday party, he would still be immune to its effects and he already felt himself lose composure and control since he walked in. It had only been almost an hour prior he had left the office and walked in to this. Had it been anyone else as well, he would have forfeited the night in favor of going somewhere else or locking himself in his room. As it was Lorena, he had to at least enjoy it for her behalf. The last time he had celebrated his birthday like this had been in college. Every year after that, he would go out to have drinks or stay in with an intimate group. The last time he had a party indoors and to this capacity had been a night to remember or forget. “Yes, three weeks. I have that corporate dinner next weekend and the weekend after is your photoshoot, right?” Knowing the distance wasn’t appreciated but her company was. It was lags of weeks in between seeing each other. His brow raised at her compromise and squeezed her hand. “I think that would be great. I’m already looking forward to it.” The haze of people around them and the white noise of the chatter filled the apartment but he only knew of two people there and a few associates, gravitating to the drinks in an attempt to ease an oncoming headache. “It is fine-I just want to catch up with everyone else,” he assured, knowing that he had his own bottles somewhere but made a request-in his own kitchen, for two shots and a martini dry.