Layla Sandoval

30, Bartender, Bushwick, Don't fucking sing the song.

[starlets]

[laylasandoval]

naomidicz‌:

“I don’t know what to do with a free weekend,” Naomi said, shrugging a shoulder as they took a long gulp of their drink. “It’s been forever since I’ve had like, nothing to do on a Saturday. Nothing that’ll keep me busy all day, anyway.” Running errands hardly qualified as plans, though she supposed she could go visit Mami. “I’m not used to having a lot of free time. Grad school and work ate my whole life.”

     Layla only looked on in dumbfounded concern, (then again she’d gotten that feeling a lot of the time that her ‘downtime’ absolutely wasn’t the kind to scream from the rooftops—or at least the kind that anyone truly let themselves admit to. Or maybe that’s just what she imagined others didn’t do and she was just truly lazy as fuck) “I get it—” She mused, bringing the glass to her lip in a hefty gulp, “You know there’s a ton of those meetup sites, trashy bar crawls, Harry Potter dress up’s. Probably some secret sex stuff but a shitload of people to buy you drinks and talk all nerdy...if that’s your thing.” 

[jakegyllenhaal]

[gcldnhr]

“I think this is the first weekend in two months that I’m not busy. It’s so weird, thinking, do I have plans, and the answer being a big fat no.” Naomi’s cheek rested on a loose fist, a drink in front of her, half full. A free weekend was definitely something to drink to…sort of. Right? “I’m happy about that. At least, I should be, right? Like, not having to go in to work on a Saturday is awesome.”

[laylasandoval]

     The whole concept of what this girl was saying was orgasmic, her inner slobbering, recliner bound, cheeto popping, wine by the straw self was screaming to let it be for her. Fact was, she knew the feeling all too well, the dismal reminder that most Saturdays for her too were filled with spilt drinks and smelling like Absolute almost always. “It’s fucking ideal. I would give up my planned tit job when i’m sixty for that always.” True. “How’re you even questioning that?” 

[laylasandoval]

patrickausten‌:

Eyebrows raising, he jabbed a finger against his own chest. “You saying that I can’t have friends?” Toss in an exaggerated frown and a Bronx accent and Patrick could’ve been pulling off a pretty decent De Niro impersonation. He gave it all up with a dismissive shrug, though, putting his cigarette between his lips and finally lighting it with a few faulty flicks of the lighter. “Isn’t it the thought that counts?” He countered, a hint of a smirk starting as smoke escaped his lips. “I think they’ll fend off the rest of the cover band groupies just fine. Besides, seems like the craziest one is right out here.”

     She couldn’t help but let out a scoff, one with a suppressed smile because what the fuck was that? Was he going all Mobster on her? Giving and exaggerated shrug herself in reply, with a look of saying ‘you’re spot on, Lurch.’ If anything it was the whole ‘thought that counted’ in his attempt which in and of its own was pretty fucking comical. And not in a terrible way, either. Lightening the mood if anything until... “Says the hipster unabomber.”

[laylasandoval]

lukeriverss‌:

“Don’t tell me you’re to keep coming in here even after tonight? I’m sure there are far way better bars with better music than this one – unless you’re the one who has been banned from the rest.” His brow quirked up, actually curious if that could be a possibility. “Well first of fall, I’m not really a Cher fan so I wouldn’t have a clue what the song is about or whatever and second, I would’ve found myself in another bar or gone home and slept.” The latter sounded the best since he had a feeling the next couple of days of work were going to be hectic. “If you really wanted me to buy you a drink all you could’ve done was ask even though really it should be the other way around since I helped you back in – but let’s go,” he nudged his head towards the bar to order their drinks.

      “Um no. I mean, when I was like, 22, sure but just being complete shit and one with a whole laundering slash actual sex ring and then the rest the usual boring debt has already run those places straight to the ground.” (A particularly suspicious night in the first one playing in her head, in any case lucky she guessed she was booted from the joint anyways), Layla narrowed her eyes then, mimicking at her own throat, “Cher, deep kinda tranny sounding...” she figured then and there that this was a good sign, if he didn’t instantly correct her and he wasn’t an actual Cher fan...well, he was now only tipping on the Kinsey scale. “Hey I was giving my thanks by telling you the truth, your eardrums will thank me in the morning.”

      Following his kinda hot cocky way of calling her out, she managed to squeeze in between two potato sacks with really greasy hair, hello Brooklyn. Over her shoulder, assuming her new Bean Stock Ken was behind her, towering, “A drink is like water, totally necessary and I just went through the ringer. It’s the least....relax, I’ll get the next (Maybe). And anyways, what’s the point of going to another bar or home? Got any obligations...?” That insinuation was there entirely. 

[laylasandoval]

genevievetate‌:

The night life in the city was different to the town she’d grown up in; she hadn’t stayed there long enough to experience the bar scene but she couldn’t imagine it’d be quite like this. And the clubs were nonexistent – maybe it’d changed since, but she felt that New York had its own appeal. She was heading to a newer club tonight, hoping to write about the experience, her outfit having gotten Issa’s approval before she left her home. And it seemed to do the trick, the bouncer giving her the go ahead without any trouble – for her anyways. It couldn’t be said for the blonde behind her, the one calling in her direction. “Chels! Hey, I’m so sorry, I’m late,” she called to the stranger before turning to the bouncer. “She’s with me,” the words offered in reassurance, gesturing for the other girl to come forward, posing the question once they got in: “What’s this I hear about a Maroon 5 cover band?”

     Visibly relaxing now that the Disney princess looking gazelle played along, the bouncer apparently doing the same. Simple as that. Of fucking course. All it took was little Bambi over here to announce some kind of friendship and she’d be able to waltz right back in like she wasn’t being held hostage anywhere but inside. Typical. “That they’re on and not worth the twenty bucks I already paid—” that last bit she made she to aim at the cross-eyed ogre at the door. “Thanks, Ash. That would’ve been a real bitch if I had to come back tomorrow morning to get my shit. Such a dick. Want a drink? Cigarette, something?” 

[laylasandoval]

lukeriverss‌:

“I don’t if he’d be so nice the next time around, I think I pissed him off and I won’t be allowed in any time soon – I’m probably already banned from here and they’re waiting for me to leave after I spend my money on drinks.” That’d be something else if he really did get banned from the place, not that he’d miss it at all. Brooklyn had so much to offer and he was sure he could find a better place in no time. “They’re…. alright. Not the best Maroon 5 cover band I’ve seen or well, heard. I didn’t even have planned coming in here but you asked for help so I should blame you for seeing a shitty cover band.”

 “Then I followed the right guy. Better you than me, no offence” Baywatch Barbie for the win, hopefully. If his stature alone could be that barricade then hell, she’d take it. Also maybe with a couple free drinks and who knows after. Gaydar on high alert. “Uh ha- um, so what? You’d just be standing outside wanking to that wannabe Cher version of ‘Harder to Breathe’ and feeling extra emo about not coming in? No. If anything, I did you a favor. At least now you know they’re complete shit. And, and you got to buy me a drink. For making you suffer and all.”

[whenyouplayme]

I love everything about this!

[mariannepowell-deactivated20180]

Elizabeth got out of the car that brought her to the restaurant to meet a business associate for a breakfast meeting. When her phone rang, she went to pick it up only to collided with someone. “Excuse me.” She said rather harshly. 

Elizabeth adjusted her suit jacket and but didn’t realize she had dropped her phone when she had bumped into the other person as she began to walk away.

[laylasandoval]

     “The fuck!” Layla yelled out after being NFL’d, holy fuck could this day get any worse? Probably, but a tit to the cheek causing cavities, No.That was a smack to her own A-cup ego...the ten second delay within when the phone clanked at her feet. Ugh, was it worth it to jailbreak it or not? “Hey! You dropped your phone!” Instead, maybe regretfully, calling out to the woman that side chucked her. 

[edenfullers]

“It’s called Sick Boy’s unifying theory of life. He says, ‘at one point in life you’ve got it, and then you lose it.’ Short and simple, huh?” It was clear the girl was inebriated, but on what level, was anybody’s guess. 

[laylasandoval]

    No idea what she was talking about this sick boy, fingers fucking crossed this wasn’t some cancer kid story because she was on a level of tossing her heels off the edge of the balcony too...really would’ve sucked to be alone in that if this was actually some hipster spouting some professors assigned summer reading (expectant: blow job for that final B.) But those words resonated enough, of course they did.... “Short and simple.” She repeated, looking over the edge, “Not wrong. Simple yes, fucking irritating is what it is.This feels like some existential question of life and really this whole ‘losing it’ is just a wannabe’s coming-of-age peach fucking moment. Where life actually does start to begin after some traumatic event and the reflection is mind altering... you didn’t drink that blue-ish grey thing those freckled fucks were passing out down there did you?” 

[laylasandoval]

patrickausten‌:

“Does karma still work if you don’t believe in it?” He asked, more rhetorical than anything else. Patrick already felt like the reply would be in the negative, because logic that could be applied to Santa Claus probably didn’t work with spiritual principles. He continued with a shake of his head, finally pulling his lighter from his pants pocket. “Listening to shitty rock bands in the price I pay for friendship.” But would he have been spiteful enough to waltz back into club just to make this random blonde a little more mad? Probably. 

       “Does for the one who does.” she answered flatly, figuring imagining a hit and run couldn’t just possibly be just for shits and giggles. “Friendship? That’s a crock. You’re out here smoking, your friend’s probably imagining you leaving them alone inside to fend for themselves. Oh wait, that’s exactly what’s happening....” 

[laylasandoval]

issa-anderson‌:

“I don’t know if I’d call the laptop my suicide hotline. It’s actually probably like the opposite of that,” Issa replied, ignoring the sing song (and potentially mocking?) tone to the blonde’s voice. “But yes. New coffee is much needed, considering I had barely made a dent in this one and it certainly wasn’t having it’s desired effects yet.” 

          “Yeah yeah, whatever, your X-Acto knife.” she waved it off, caught but still she was the one to basically almost ruin the computer and potentially send someone to the psyche ward. “No? And what’d you want it to do? You seem pretty fucking wired to me...” Bummed a little, in having her offering of another coffee acknowledged, knowing that’d be a good five, six extra bucks? But hey, it did beat a fucking Mac so..... take what you could get. 

[laylasandoval]

ncabrams‌:

“Don’t worry about him.” Noah shook his head, talking about the bouncer. “He enjoys making people’s nights a little difficult.” He laughed but it probably wasn’t funny to her. “I’m sure he recognizes you but he can’t exactly show favoritism to you girls. There’d be an uproar if he let you in all because you gave him free drinks.” He glanced at her with a raised brow. “Let me buy you a shot or two, get your mind off of it.”

       “He’s a fucking dick that’s what he is. You let girls in regardless...we’re in fucking Brooklyn. Okay. Taylor Swift is going incognito as a dive-y brunette in converse out here. He should fucking know better.” Really, she was just pissed he wouldn’t let her back in after all the favors, deciding to woosah with the comfort she got form Noah and his saucy browns that she was sure got him loads of tips, “Yes please. Two, maybe three. I’m #metoo movement stirred right now. Lizzie Borden times ten.” 

[laylasandoval]

marcushowards‌:

Indignation, that’s what he felt. Especially given the fact she was talking so loudly and openly about all of this (Did she even have an indoor voice? Or was it simply nonexistent?). “Well….one of your nipples is bigger than the other. It’s weird. You should look into that.” Great. Real mature, Marcus.

     “Mixing me up with one of your hoes—” she laughed then, not unfamiliar with being forgotten... not really sure what that was due too but being mucho aware was kinda one of those oxymoron things she was sure. Also that he seemed the type to have a regular hooker. A nipple though... “pimped out moms, breast feeding and all that.” Maybe that was true? Seemed possible, a boob being sucked every other five hours or whatever, fuck. “Thought you didn’t remember me...”

[laylasandoval]

kate-rollins‌:

Kate raised her brows, listening to the girl rant over and over before she eventually couldn’t handle any longer, and burst into laughter. “And as tempting as that sounds, how about we make sure you stay hot, and snatch yourself a CEO with a kid? It’s easier to be a stepmother than one he pokes at.”

    “You’re making this really fucking hard for me right now.” She gave up then, falling back on her back, there was no way, nooo way she was lifting another leg that wasn’t in the direction of a day time drink and carbs. “I’ll stay hot off the purging alone, trust me. I’ve got another three years. (Sad but probably true...today just wasn’t that day). “You go and be that disgusting tight ass I envy. For real. It’s motivation. Just, for another day. I’m fine with being the blubber poke-ee this time around. I am, really. Donuts sound fucking amazing.” 

[laylasandoval]

lukeriverss‌:

Luke raised a brow, a bit puzzled by the blonde’s response not being entirely sure if she was being serious or if that was just her sense of humor. So he didn’t say anything regarding that in case something she didn’t like came out of his mouth. “No, it doesn’t so you can enjoy your time now unless you decide to go back out and have another argument with the bouncer.” He responded, the corner of his lip twitching up into a small smile. “Sort of? Sometimes I go on Spotify and listen to their cover playlists and there’s some good ones out there.”

     She glanced around, if by enjoying her time meant staring at the back of this giant Labrador meets Baywatch Barbie’s version of Ken (so probably well equipped....with a pink convertible of course.) Gay. That too, then shit she probably would’ve been better off not making the choices she’d made that led to the bouncer outside at all and just went home with her Pinot and Drag Race catch up. But, that was an unknown wasn’t it? “Oh? You’re going to help me out in that department? Because I absofuckinglutely can’t handle another run in with that gremlin. I’m not a dumbass, I know exactly where that’d lead...again.” That whole ‘fool me once,’ saying played like the stringy haired guitarist of this blah of a band, “And you thought this was one of those good ones?”