𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡɢɪʀʟ, ʙᴀʙᴇ

[lovelybouquets]

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ... 𝒫𝑒𝓎𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [PEYTON KNIGHT]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [LILI REINHART]. You must be the [TWENTY-NINE] year old [PERFORMER AT THE PALACIO CLUB]. Word is you’re [AMBITIOUS] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [MONICA LEWINSKY BY UPSAHL]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic

** UNDER CONSTRUCTION — Coming Soon **

[snowbairdd]

LILI REINHART getting ready for the 37th Annual GLAAD Media Awards (March 5, 2026)

[rottenrewards]

Closed starter for Peyton Knight ( @lovelybouquets ) Location: Outside of the Palicio Club

Elliot had never been in a club like this before. While there were a few establishments back in Amarillo that catered to performances such as the one he was seeing tonight he'd never actually watched something like this. Having been with Birdie his entire adult life the appeal of watching another woman spin around a pole didn't really occur to him. He'd been happy with Birdie but now that he no longer had her in his life he was a free man for the first time at 30 years old.

So here he was watching his first pole dance with a shot of Hennessy over ice in hand. He watched as the girls performed while various men (and a couple of women) handed bill after bill to the girls as they danced to whatever strip club anthem they chose. Admittedly, despite having watched plenty of rappers music videos Elliot had forgotten tipping was part of the etiquette in a place like this. The smallest bills Elliot had on him tonight were $20s and he burned through those pretty quickly. He felt obligated to tip all the women for their... service tonight. While it was hot watching everyone dance it wasn't until a particular blonde got on stage that he actually felt a stiffening in his jeans as he watched. He wasn't sure what it was about her that got a rise out him but he found himself digging into his wallet for another $20 only to find he only had a couple of crisp $100 bills on him. He wasn't sure what was too much to give a dancer but considering Elliot could blow his nose into a $100 bill these days he figured it was alright as he slipped the woman the bill folded up as inconspicuously as he could. He wasn't even sure he made eye contact with her but he still felt bashful having given her five times as much as he did the other girls.

Elliot finished his drink as she finished her song and decided he needed some fresh air before he caught another dance and headed outside to readjust himself in his jeans before lighting up a much needed cigarette outside of the club.

[lovelybouquets]

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Most nights consisted of the same routine. Occasionally, there was a standout, a story to tell the girls once returning to the dressing room. People who frequented the club were creatures of habit. They liked the same dancers, the same waitresses, and even sometimes the bartender. New faces came through daily, but she only ever remembered a few. At some point, they all became shifts of the same features. They were just people. 

Deborah Knight would’ve had a heart attack if she knew what all those dance classes were being used for now. Maybe in another life she could be seen in the Bolshoi Ballet, or as a Rockette at Rockafellar Center. In this one, Peyton called herself a burlesque dancer. Sure, sometimes there was a pole involved, but no nudity was provided, and private rooms were strictly prohibited. This was a club, after all; it required a layer of sophistication. 

Money ran tight, but tips were king. Not everyone felt the need, since they already paid for a meal and usually something to wash it down with. To them, the performers were purely there for dining entertainment. Peyton tried to find eyes in the faces, make someone believe they could invest in her, that they felt a connection of sorts. The blonde hadn’t even been sure she met his, plucking the bill from the garter that sat high on her coconut scented skin, she only caught the back of the generous stranger. That was the last bill she took that night before getting off. Dinner would be first on her agenda, especially now that she had a hundred in her pocket. An oversized T-shirt and jean shorts covered her uniform; everything else would have to wait until she got home. Peyton was in the middle of saying goodbye to her coworkers while simultaneously gathering blonde locks into a lopsided bun when she saw him again.

Different from the front but with one of those faces that almost felt familiar. “Hey,” she called, approaching without waiting for an answer. “You know if you gave me the wrong bill, I’m not giving it back. All sales are final.”

[materialistses]

Lili Reinhart via IG

[oscarwatson]

who: open / @aurorabaystarter where: fired up pizzeria

Oscar didn't often go out to eat because honestly he liked to cook. Sometimes after a long week of dealing with bullshit, he'd grab something to eat. With summer coming up, his classes were all more excited to talk summer plans than anything math related. While normally he could deal with it, after a week, he needed a break from it all. As much as Oscar hated to admit it: there were a lot of students that didn't care about math. There were a few here and there that did, but most of them now were annoyed they had a little bit more of the school year left. The week had been extra tough on him and while Oscar tended to not go out unless it was absolutely necessary—because he hated running into parents, students, or former students—it was necessary today. He let out a loud sigh the moment he opened the door and saw how crowded the pizzeria was. So much for an evening of calm. "Is there a place here that isn't so crowded on a Friday night?" he asked, knowing all too well the answer was no.

[lovelybouquets]

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A Friday night off? Unheard of. That meant she'd be savoring it however possible. Pizza wasn't a meal she had often but a slice of thin crust margarita was a contender for her favorite food. It made sense that it was packed, the club would be and only get worse as the night grew colder. At least here she wasn't having to break a sweat to earn a dollar. A deep exhale was all the blonde had to offer once entering and quickly realizing she'd be waiting awhile before any eating would be happening. Someone else joining moments later, only continuing to prove her point. "Can you imagine?" Light laughter tumbling free of her lips. "That'd be nice," she mused with a hum. It was nice to dream. "Wanna make bets on how long it takes us?"

[rainoban]

location: flora and fauna starter: open to all ( @aurorabaystarter )

"Excuse me - hi. Can I get your opinion on something? What do you think would be more appropriate for a happy birthday, you're a pain in the ass type of card?" Raina questioned softly, her hands holding up a bouquet full of colorful flowers. "I'm more of a pastels type of girl, but it's not every day you give a guy flowers, so I'm not quite sure what the rules are in that case."

[lovelybouquets]

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At first Peyton didn't think they were talking to her. In fact, she'd gone as far as brushing off the first question until the realization hit. "Wait — me?" The blonde shook her faze free from the succulents she'd been skimming over mindlessly and clocked into the conversation she was prematurely behind for. A hum left her lips before any words seemed to, this deserved effort and genuine thought. "And these are for a guy, right?" Peyton spent enough time around them that she hoped this was something she could actually assist with. "I like the one with the sunflowers, they always seem to like them for whatever reason." At least, that was her two cents.

[lovelybouquets]

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