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@livewithwillam-blog
“I was until you opened your mouth. Now you’re just not worth the energy. So, unless you want to ride my dick, it’s a hard pass,” Louis told him. “Dude, I said no.”
"Well, now you’re on my level.” Willam grinned, feeling he could regain control of the situation. “You take me to my room and I’ll take you to heaven.” he winked, over dramatically.
Cara took another deep inhale, pressing on her empty stomach in an attempt to quite the rumble. Why was she doing this again, she didn’t know, the overwhelming need for control and her desire for perfection never ended. Noticing the other who was stood by her she pulled legs up to her arms, “Hey,” Cara commented hoping to stop any worry they had, even if the dizziness was her main feeling right now,
Willam was bored. There was no one around to annoy and it was too early to feel excusable to get drunk. He came to the chilling realisation that he’d actually have to make an effort to interact with someone rather than throwing the occasional insult. He watched the only other person in the room for a while before deciding that they were definitely going through something. Although, he wasn’t sure what. He had many life experiences, arguably too many, but he was sure he’d seen people go through worse and live. “You lookin’ a little faded, girl. Rough night?”
Louis glanced up, looking William over before going back to what he was doing. “Not interested.”
“No, I didn’t think you would be.” he stated bluntly, quietly forgetting what his main point was. “Now c’mon.”
Michael snorted on a laugh, sinking down even lower in his chair when Willam pushed his leg. He’d had every intention of giving their latest arrival a tour, honestly he did. Mike never missed out on an opportunity to drink, to meet new people. Maybe have a little flirt. But then the other’s dramatics begun to take over and he couldn’t resist pushing it a little further, too amused to stop. Turns out, being a shit was also something he never missed out on. ‘Can’t. ‘M busy,’ the musician commented, despite it being obvious how un-busy he actually was. He’d only been scrolling through his phone.
“C’mon!” Willam whined, poking the other with his foot, harder this time. “Don’t make me have to use the heel of this shoe. You wouldn’t like that.” he moved his foot so the other could see the more pointed end of his pump. “Your phone screen definitely wouldn’t like that.” he inched his foot closer to the other’s phone as a warning.
“Now that I’m fucking sure of that shit, depends what ya want in the bowl and Ill be more than willing.” he teased the other male. “Ain’t I even gonna get some sitting on the lap attention or some shit.” he stood up stretching his body out.
“Sitting on the lap attention?” he lowered a brow, pretending to be offended. “I am not a whore.” he paused for a moment. “Whores get paid.” he headed to the door, trying to prompt the other to get moving. “I’ll give you whatever you want; depending on what’s in the bowl.”
“Be nice pal, play my game instead.” he said with a loud laugh and a smirk towards him. “Because they like to keep us on our toes, some of us are a little older, gotta keep our mind working.” The Scot said.
“I’ll play with anything you want me to, boo.” he cooed, a smile still scrawled across his features. “Gee, if only they’d sent someone like me in to keep all the men active.” he laughed again. “I don’t think a sudoku will hold much weight after a day or so.”
“I am not one to be snappy, however I would prefer if you would say please before I do anything for you. There is no need to be rude.” she pointed out, she did not have the patience she once not with everything going on. The constant pain really got to her.
“Ple-” he drew the word out before making several hacking noises. As much as he was playing around, that really was the best the stranger was going to get by way of compliance. “Alright, now lets go.” he stated bluntly, heading to the door.
Ashley chuckled, “Damn once again being a female has let me down.” she teased clicking her fingers as if she was upset. “It is the ultimate dream, so yes I will be more than happy to help you to fulfil said dream.”
“Don’t worry, I know a few queens who are less picky. You’ll find yourself the perfect clown in no time.” He lifted his bags, making sure to keep the most valuable one closest to his body. “Okay, good! I like you already. Lead me to my throne and I’ll spare your life.” he spoke slowly and clearly, putting on a little bit of a voice o she knew he was playing.
“Do you like everything to be silent?” he asked as he started to walk “You are quite demanding”
“No.” he replied absently, as if the question he was posed wasn’t in any way bizarre. “I like a man who can be loud, actually.” he followed after the other, realising how tired he was from travelling and how much of a struggle it was to keep up drag acts when there was no adrenaline. “I am.” he agreed, nodding. “That’s why you should make me a drink after we put my shit away.”
“I’ll try and do the ‘daiquiri thing’. I am quite the cocktail master if I do say so myself,” Andrew smirked, holding the door open for Willam as they arrived at his room.
Willam departed from the other’s side for a moment to place his bags down by his bed. He took extra care with one and made sure to tuck it under his bed so it was hidden from sight. “That one’s my shoes. Don’t want the other bitches taking my Louboutins.” he commented as he returned to the doorway. “Let’s go!” he chimed, giving the other a playful nudge.
“Let’s see if we ever get a winner in here… the show has been going on for years after all. You may be waiting a long time, dude…” she trailed off pulling a face.
“I’m willing to play the long game.” he nodded, enthused by the idea. “If you’re so sure you’ll be here for years, how you gonna have your bit part in that movie? You gettin’ day release?”
“Intelligence would waste your energy if you’re low on brain cells, so good call on your part. Save em up.” Gigi added with a nod. “The same reason you’d use your own time to create the list that you mentioned that would revolve around me, I suppose,” the model shrugged. “the world agrees I’m good looking enough to be deemed a supermodel, and with the career and status that’s earned me, that’s all I need. For now at least.”
Willam rolled his eyes, already growing bored. “Well, I’m glad you’ve got a place to run back to when I vote you out then. I wouldn’t want to think of you having to illegally sell your body to get by. Although, it probably would pay better. You could maybe get a nicer wardrobe then. I enjoy modelling as a hobby, I guess it’s easier for me to own two businesses. I don’t know if my brain cell count is high enough to walk in a line and twirl now and again.”
‘Whoa – hey. Sorry. Didn’t think anyone would be walking in here. Let me grab my –’ Jesse reached for a shirt, attempting to pull it on. ‘Not exactly how I wanted to make a first impression.’
Willam’s eyes widened as the other entered the room. “I don’t think there’s a better impression to make.” he stated bluntly, snatching the shirt from the other’s hands before dropping it onto the floor. “Oops.”
“Now that sounds interesting,” Andrew smirked, raising his brow as he carried his luggage in the direction of the rooms. “What’s your favourite cocktail? I’ll make that for you if you like,”
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Willam grinned, finally feeling like he was connecting with someone. “My favourite cocktail...” he trailed off, taking a moment to think. “I don’t really have one, as long as it gets me drunk, I’m down. If you can do that daiquiri thing with like crushed ice, I’d be impressed though.”
“Of course,” Kristen scoffed, followed by a chuckle. She loved the drag queens. Whenever they came and went in here, she seemed to always get on with them. She didn’t know why, she just did. “Oooooh, you’re wanting to evict me? What’s your plan?”
“Well, not just you.” he put his hand out, gesticulating, “You’re not that special, honey. I just mean, you’ll be evicted by the time I win, so, I wouldn’t worry about not having enough time to learn a few lines. Maybe I’ll even promote your gig in my victory speech.”
“Just to scream and see if they can’t find us? i mean it will be easy to get lost and well if you follow me there is chance i might just go the wrong wa”
Willam rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever reason you want. Just, don’t make too much noise until I say you can. Until then, get marching and if we get lost, we get lost.”
“So I don’t know if anyone has brought this idea up yet; but we need like a house pet; I mean personally I would love a dog because being in here will have me terribly missing my rescue pup back home-… but any animal would suffice. I’m Margot by the way for anyone that doesn’t know”
“The last thing this house needs is an animal cruelty charge.” he laughed. Willam hadn’t been here long and he was already jaded by the levels of competence he perceived to be around him. “I wouldn’t trust these bitches with, like, a Furby. Let alone a dog. And those things don’t poop or die.” Willam loved dogs and would love to have one around but he didn’t think it was a good idea for the dog itself. “I’m Willam, but, you probably already knew that.”
