Prodigal

Olivia Lee; 31; Esthetician & Massage Therapist; Interior Design Afficionado

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nana for high cut

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oliverbentleys‌:

“I’m not looking to make a complete fool of myself,” Oliver countered. Though he was sure that he’d already mentioned to do. “Just a little bit of a fool.” Oliver flashed a grin at Liv and ran a hand through his hair. “Girly drink it is. I’m secure enough in my masculinity.” Oliver opened up the small drinks menu. He liked to try something new each time they visited. He’d already made his way through the daiquiris. “Maybe a mai tai,” he said, running a finger down the list. “Though sangria’s never failed me before.”

This was the problem with too many options. Oliver was always indecisive. As he continued to regard the menu, Oliver spoke. “I think about all the ways I could lose my license and somehow, getting a ferret seems like the worse. But I don’t have a roommate…” He was looking, but so far, he hadn’t found someone with whom he was willing to share his space. “So, really, the only other person who’d know is you, and I’d be really offended if you sold me out.”

“Damn, I should have thought about a Mai Tai,” Olivia frowned. She took another sip of her drink, and glanced over Oliver’s shoulder to get a better look at the drink list. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the description of the sangria and she leaned away. “Sangria’s a brunch drink. Go for the Mai Tai. Night’s young, and if you get sloshed, I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

“Although, maybe I won’t since I’m offended that you think I’d snitch on you,” Olivia added with a playful glare. “I may be many undesirable things, but a snitch isn’t one of them. Although, I do expect babysitting rights of this potential future pet. My apartment’s so small, I’d never be able to lose it.”

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ragebloomed‌:

“    i mean,    don’t you see this as an opportunity?    ”    Kat inquired,    a brow arching past her dark locks.    A wicked grin split her cheeks as she shifted against the brittle white countertop.    Her elbow poked near a cluster of coffee bags.    If it were possible,    Kat’s eyes would be shining like stars over the plot that stirred beneath her skin.    “    We could really use this to fuck him over on stealing my money,    you know?    Bring a hammer.    Bat.   Go wild,    huh?    ”

“Yeah, I do: an opportunity to potentially get arrested,” Olivia mused with a tilt of her head. This was an awful idea. As two grown women, they should know better than to take the risk, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t done worse as kids. Her mind drifted to the time they stole a moped and got it atop Maywood High. So what if this could be on an arrest record? It wasn’t like either of them were looking for some sort of fancy job that’d turn their noises up at a few charges. Olivia gently moved both cat and laptop to the coffee table and got to her feet. “Then again, with the amount of stuff you’ve said Nel’s done, you could always convince him not to press charges -- I also wouldn’t mind an opportunity to bust out the baseball bat.” 

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sfordbaileys‌:

“Kids will be kids,” Ford excused with a friendly smile, his head shaking as though to wave her off. “You don’t have to, it’s not a big thing. Surf wax, though—” His lips pursed in thought as he stood up to his feet. Some days, Ford knew the store like the back of his hand; others he couldn’t even find his way to the staff bathroom. Of course, dabbling in a certain recreational drug probably also had something to do with that. “It should be in the supplies corner,” index finger pointed in the direction the lady was standing, indicating a far corner behind her. “With the straps and all that,” eyelashes fluttered as he glanced towards the kids, who then jogged towards said section they’d been redirected to. “Sun hasn’t worn them out, I assume. Keep them out for as long as you can and that’ll probably be enough to knock them out on their asses later. Especially if they’re in the water,” he teased.

“Too late,” Olivia quipped as she grabbed another surfboard to help. Her nephews darted off with muttered ‘thank yous.’ She watched them for a moment, then glanced back towards the entryway window. The older three were kicking sand at each other, but that was better than kicking sand at other people. She heaved a sigh in exasperation, a whole brood of boys was a nightmare, and shook her head. 

“You see, that was my plan, but I’m starting to wonder if they’ll drown each other. Then again, my sister has five. Maybe, she’ll thank me if she’s missing one or two at the end of the -,” Olivia paused at the sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor and craned her neck to get a look over the aisle, “Hey! I have to pay for those!”

Her nephews paused to stare at her just by the bait freezers. Their wide owls eyes and sheepish smiles made Olivia turn to Ford. “Let me pay for those before they commit petty theft.”

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corinnaburke‌:

Corinna wasn’t the biggest fan of massages. She’d gotten them on occasion, mostly via recommendation of neighbors or in the network of her workplace, but she had almost never actively searched for a massage place on her own. That included Olivia Lee. However, the attorney met Olivia Lee in much different circumstances than she would have liked. Getting to know Olivia was definitely a struggle in itself; just an address was like pulling teeth. Now, though? Most people still wouldn’t have known that they had at least acknowledged one another, but in reality, Olivia was one of the most frequented people she had kept in touch with. “Absolutely—as soon as you’re available,” Corinna looked up at Olivia from the screen of her phone, reassuring that she’d wait as long as needed. “I’m free anytime,” her voice softened. “How ya doin’, though?”

To say Olivia didn’t know Corinna was a lie. She just liked to pretend that they were strangers. It kept people that remembered her face from asking questions about why she was speaking to a lawyer. People were nosey, and most of those that knew her since she was a little kid felt entitled to any detail they asked about. 

At first, when Corinna Burke approached her asking questions, Olivia thought maybe they went to school together and she didn’t remember. Then, as that conversation began to snowball, it became apparent that Corinna’s curiosity was sincere. It was apparent in her voice, just like it was now. 

Olivia twisted the lock open and nodded to the front lobby. “I’m doing okay. Come on. They’re not going to care that someone else is in here while I set up.”

She disarmed the security system, waiting for the trill, before glancing over at Corinna with a smile. Were they friends now? She wasn’t ever sure what to consider the other woman. “I noticed that Clarke’s sold a few of his clubs in New York. I’m not sure why, but I’m bracing myself for whatever that may mean. How are you?”

[thickdickgrayson]

party of five (2020)

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the outsiders

the outsiders: why is your best friend your best friend?

I’ve known Kat since I was a teenager. I think, sometimes, the people you meet as a teenager are some of the people you bond with the most. We went through a lot of changes and confusing times together. We also have a good understanding of what our lives were like. I never had to explain things to Kat. She just gets it. She knows when to be serious and when to not be serious with me. We also both lost our friend, Roy. You don’t go through a loss like that and just forget one another. 

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heathers; parenthood; permanent record

heathers: did you apologise the last time you were unreasonably mean?

“Yes. Can’t stand people that don’t know how to apologize.”

parenthood: is there anyone you’re not biologically related to that you consider ‘family’?

“Kat.”

permanent record: where were you the last time you told someone you loved them?

“My apartment in Boston.”

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dirty dancing

dirty dancing: where were you when you first heard your favourite song?

In the backseat of a friend’s car. Well, not his car -- his father’s car -- but he usually drove all of us around in it. 

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I may or may not do these as a fair warning, but if you want send away

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@maywoodstarters​

When : May 16th, 2020

Where : Maywood Country Club

How Olivia got roped into going to weddings and wedding rehearsals for people she didn’t even like was one of life’s greater mysteries. Not so much a mystery, but the byproduct of being childhood neighbors with a wedding photographer. Grace, somehow hearing that she was back for good through the grapevine, always made it a point to ask Olivia to attend as a plus one. Out of all the people Grace knew, it seemed Liv was the only one single and childless, which made her a great companion. What that really entailed was keeping watch of Grace’s lens bag and lights. 

Olivia wasn’t doing a particularly great job of playing guard dog as she picked at the edge of scabs dotting her knuckles. It was a wedding rehearsal, so things were far from wild -- it wasn’t like someone was going to steal a camera bag as everyone was seated. Besides, she sat towards the back, right along the edge of the roped off area. The country club was still bustling beyond the corral, and she was looking out at the sea of white table clothes. People always looked so bored at these places, then again, she never considered golf interesting so maybe it was just a projection. As someone drifted a little too close to the velvet rope, Olivia looked up, “Are you here for the festivities? Drinks are free.”

[k1du7t]

send help

[sunkissedandbronzed]

emma leger

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@alexandraxaldridge​

When : May 15th, 2020

Where : Vintage Designs

Olivia wanted to replace her shelves. She was tired of the flat black ikea slabs she used to frame her bed. She planned to epoxy pour the shelves, but she was on the hunt for new knobs for the dresser. A few days ago, in her rush to leave the house, her purse strap caught one of the plastic knobs and snapped it. Vintage Designs seemed like just the place to have options, and it had many of them, too many of them. Olivia held one in each hand, squinting as she tried to decide what would look best. Eventually, she caught sight of a familiar friend. “Alex,” she said, holding up each box, “Which ones to go with gold accents and silver marble epoxy?” 

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lucieoconnor‌:

“You’re not going to take my power cable away are you?” Lucie smirked, remembering what Liv used to do in the past when they were much younger and Lucie should have been sleeping. Truthfully, she hadn’t even noticed that it was so late, but now she mentioned it, she was beginning to grow tired. “To be honest, I’m glad it’s you and not the cops. I’m sorry, Liv.” She offered, smiling sheepishly. It might not always seem like it, but Lucie was never intentionally trying to be a dick. It just sometimes happened.

“I’m singing at an event in a few days and they have –– rather last minute –– requested some covers as well as my original songs. So I’m learning them, or trying to.” She explained, already forming a rather bad relationship with the song she was currently trying to learn.

“Seeing as I’m not looking to get arrested for petty theft: not tonight,” Olivia said with a smirk of her own. She could have added that taking the power cable away hadn’t put a stop to Lucie’s nightly practicing. In fact, at some point Lucie started to get around her by using headphones. Then, Olivia flipped the breaker to her room at random intervals throughout the night. There were no breakers that she could access now, so this would have to do. 

“It’s alright. I sleep like shit anyways,” Olivia shrugged. She nodded towards the keyboard peeking out in the background. It wasn’t the one she remembered, which meant this one was louder. “What event and what covers? It’s not like Bob Dylan songs is it?” she asked, her distaste apparent in her voice; Bob Dylan may have been a great, but Olivia’s experience with him was recent and his voice was not what it once was. 

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sfordbaileys‌:

Starter for: anyone Location: Deep Swells (Crescent Cove) @maywoodstarters​

Staring down his mug of black coffee, probably cold by now, Ford willed himself to find something to do. Fingers held the handle tight enough to feel secure there wouldn’t be a drop. Dragging his feet, he looked around his empty shop. It was still early enough that he didn’t mind. Ford wasn’t the biggest fan of busy hours, so he’d tried to take full advantage of the peace and quiet. A quiet jangle broke his focus on the framed black and white photo of back in the day Maywood. Stifling a yawn, Ford hid his face behind the mug, hair flying as he shook off the tiny sigh that his throat made as he exhaled. “Mornin’,” he tilted his chin up. He didn’t bother with the niceties. Nobody cared for them, especially him. Five minutes of mindless wandering and constant yawning, his heart jumped before his brain could comprehend what was happening. “The fuc—what was that?” He asked nobody in particular as he walked towards the vicinity of the crash. Surfboards were lopsided and the offender, though probably accidental, seemed to be half buried. Murder by surfboards. That would’ve made a good headline for the press. A snort escaped his nose as he extended a hand towards the hopeful patron. “Ya know, there’s a thing called customer service.”

How Olivia got tasked with watching her nephews was beyond her. As it stood, her tolerance for children was low. Her tolerance for bad children? Non-existent. Allie’s brood of five was a handful, so when she lost the eldest three to the shoreline Olivia was more than happy to watch them from the inside of the surf shop as the youngest two looked for surf wax. 

Olivia should have known that trusting the youngest two to go through the aisles was a mistake, though. At the sound of a crash, Olivia begrudgingly looked away from the window and turned to scowl at her nephews. As a snort came from her side, she glanced over. Her nephews at least had the courtesy to look sheepish at the shop’s owner. “Sorry, they’re climbers,” she explained, placing one of the surfboards on the rack, “Can you point them in the direction of the surf wax while I help?”

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nancylxve‌:

OPEN TO: everyone

LOCATION: the story book

Nancy’s finger trailed across the spines of the books as she walked between the shelves, trying to find something to read. It had been a while since she picked up a book, but she wanted to get back into it. The only trouble was, every book was interesting, and she had no idea where to start. Her eyes fell on someone with an open book in their hands, and she sidled up to them.

“You look like you know a thing or two about reading. Recommend me a book,” she said confidently, not phrasing her words as a question. 

Despite being a mediocre student, Olivia did enjoy reading on her own terms. Growing up, she always found something more worthy of her spare time. It wasn’t until she hit her late twenties that her idea of a “worthy” use of time flipped from going out to the club to spending more time in the comfort of her own home. Or going out in the daylight to explore her surroundings. The Story Book was one place on her list for the day, she just cracked open the spine of Paula Hawkins Into the Water when someone sidled up to her. Olivia arched a brow, “What kind of books do you like? I’m not into highbrow literature as a fair warning.”