* WOMAN / WAR !

REGGIE LOVE, ATTORNEY -- divorce, domestic, juveniles. ind. priv. sel. reggie love of the 1995 film adaptation of john grisham's THE CLIENT. penned by angie / ESTABLISHED 02/20/2018.

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jaxonsawyer:

            “ … no, i’m good. it’s not polite, ” he responded. in truth, he really shouldn’t be drinking so much either. ‘specially at work. and truth be told, he didn’t want to continue to make bad impressions.   “ i’d offer t’ order in dinner. but it’s gettin’ late. i don’t wanna keep you. think we’ve done all we can t’day. ”

    ❝don’t let me stop you. i’m sober,    not a buzzkill,❞ she quips lightly    as she leans forward to shuffle    through a few papers. as of right    now, she doubts she could form    another INTELLIGENT thought    on this woman’s case if she tried.     ❝order in if y’want. all i’ve got waitin’    on me is a frozen dinner and some    trashy nighttime tv if i’m lucky.❞

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retiired:

❛ feel like ‘ve SEEN ya before. ❜ he can’t even begin to know who she is. there’s just something recognizable. he pauses a bit, but he doesn’t make it UNCOMFORTABLE. soon he snaps, pointing and shaking his finger up and down. ❛ newspaper. definitely th’ newspapers. but … eh, EVERYONE gets on ‘em one way or another. ❜ obituaries, and all. he finally gets out of his little daze and puts both forearms on the counter. ❛ sorry. y’ain’ here fer that. got a CAR problem, huh? ❜

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   truth be told, she’s only HALF listening.    the clear struggle on his face is visibly    amusing to her, however, as she digs    through her bag to find her keys with    the intention of handing them over.     ❝newspaper. television. maybe my    office if you were married once,❞ she    quips as she finally pulls her keys out,     ❝i’m an attorney.❞ she gives a nod once    she glances up. ❝yeah - sounds like    something’s KNOCKIN’ around in    there. almost like a grindin’ sound.❞

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@jaxonsawyer ( cont. x )

   exhaling a sigh, the southern attorney    SLUMPS back in her chair and absently    brushes a curl away from her eye. ❝i    don’t drink.❞  anymore. ❝but you go    ahead.❞

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[anniesavoy]

[bestperformances]

Susan Sarandon as Regina Love / The Client (1994)

Academy Award Nominated as Best Actress

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quick love train?? your blog is fantastic and i love our thread <3333

   oh my loRD oh my lord u are my    sweet angel and i do not deserve   u !!! tbh gabriel is fabulous and i   love him sm and our thread is   iconic af

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@dcilayton  ( x )

   there’s no worse possible    supposed ‘ending’ to her day    than a knock on her door. she’s    all packed up and ready to go,    and she’d even been on her    way to get her damn coat on.    glancing up toward the door    (stupidly left ajar), reggie    furrows her brows - she’d    expected a coworker. not    a STRANGER.

      ❝--- may i help you?❞

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 @jaxonsawyer  ( x )

  ❝--- detective sawyer?❞

      the door is open, but she proceeds       with a firm KNOCK on the doorframe       of his office nonetheless. ❝my name is       reggie love; i was the attorney representin’       layla price before she went missin’.       they told me you had a couple of       you wanted to ask me about.❞

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salmiire:

      he’s nosy and forward, so that answer wasn’t quite enough for him. so down he sat, across && not next to her, but sitting all the same. halcyon extends a hand across the table, a broad smile tugging at his pale pink lips.          ‘ the name’s halcyon. all of the tables are full, i hope you don’t mind. ‘

   eyes flicker down toward the extended    hand for a beat, GENUINELY surprised    he’d taken that answer as an invitation    to have a seat. brows lift slightly and    then she finally caves and accepts    the handshake, using her free hand    to brush a red curl away from her    eye.

      ❝reggie.❞ she casts a glance around;       it probably SAYS something that she       hasn’t noticed how busy the place is. ‘      ❝i don’t mind,❞ she drawls, lying,       absently drumming her fingers       against the wooden surface of       the table.

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tbh ????? lawyer or fabulous fashion kween

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ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs—ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ!

ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 20 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ—ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ɪs! ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴛs 30. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢs—ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs 30+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏ ᴜs “ᴏʟᴅɪᴇs” ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!

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salmiire:

(( @lvstways liked for a starter !! ))

      a tap tap is placed on reggies shoulder, blonde curls and freckled cheeks offering a kind but gentle expression. he could of helped but noticed her, curse his over-observing ways && his many relationships in this area.           ‘ I’m not trying to be nosy or anything, but… I’ve been seeing you here a lot lately, always by yourself. I just wanted to say, if you have anything on your mind, I’d listen. ‘

   despite the fact that the tap on    her shoulder is fairly GENTLE,    she is so distracted that she    manages to jump nonetheless.    she has to figure - at least he’s    seeing her here and not in a bar    somewhere. if it was up to her,    that’s exactly where she’d be.    glancing up, she takes a long    DRAG of her cigarette.

      ❝oh. right. well, thank you       for the offer.❞

   surely such a KIND greeting    deserves a better answer,    but in this mood?

                           it's all she's got.

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hverfdi:

a quirk of an eyebrow, and he concedes.

❝ ugh, no. you do you, though, boo. ❞

faux scandalization tapers off into a higher octave and his grin broadens-  she’s fun. from his pocket a candy bar makes an appearance. it’s waved through the air briefly to underline his words as he speaks before he even digs in.   ❝ fine. how about punishing ? hot or cold. ❞  he chews slowly, words as muffled as hers, squinting. and, abruptly, he’ll switch tracks, candy bar pointed at her as if he’s wielding a gavel.

❝ so, introductions ?  the name’s gabriel. ❞

   brows, of course, must RISE UP at    the little nickname. she reaches    down and sticks the lighter back    into her pocket before doe eyes    briefly follow the candybar that    seems to have appeared out of    thin air. ❝i don't know about    punishin'. strenuous, maybe.    taxin'.❞ another cloud of smoke    is exhaled.

      eyes flicker DOWNWARD again       as the candy swings around again.       ❝gabriel,❞ she repeats, lifting her       cigarette to her lips and allowing       herself a quick inhale before       responding: ❝reggie.❞

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“Make me.” // i don't eVEN KNOW (he says shit like this all the time i guess??)

sexual tension starters || accepting.

  her composure remains UNAFFECTED.   her right hand comes to rest on her hip   in a quiet, subconscious challenge, and   she proceeds to raise a questioning   eyebrow. ❝i’m not here to make anybody   do nothin’,❞ she drawls matter-of-factly,   perhaps a little bit closer than she ought   to be. ❝you want my help, i’m not gonna   step up to the plate with half the facts.❞

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Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”