state of dreaming

Alyssa Baon. Twenty-Three. Nail Technician.

[lyssabaon]

Playing Catch Up | Violet and Alyssa

[violetmillers-deactivated201508]

"That’s one hell of a relationship. I wonder how the mother feels. That’d certainly be odd, having fucked the same girl as your father." Violet shuddered and laughed. "Makes for an interesting romance novel plot, or perhaps a Lifetime movie." Violet tossed her hair back. "How’s business been lately?"

[lyssabaon]

"I should write that award-winning screenplay. Maybe then I'd be able to get a decent apartment," she joked, starting to file Violet's already near-perfect nails. "Business is steady," Alyssa remarked. "But steady is boring. Aside from a few interesting tales of the Upper East Side, not much happens 'round here."

[hunterelizabethreynolds]

Cabin 5 || Open

[hunterelizabethreynolds]

Who needs wifi all the way out here? 

[lyssabaon]

Social networking addicts.

[hunterelizabethreynolds]

Cabin 5 || Open

Well well, it looks like we hit the jackpot.

[lyssabaon]

I'm just happy about the wifi.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

Goddammit.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

[Two glasses of wine later and Ella was already feeling lighter, even distracted enough to forget getting the rejecting letter from a gallery just on the outskirts of the city. A smaller gallery, but obviously also one that thought her art just lacked… something.] 

Thank god you came along, really. This is exactly what I needed. Until tomorrow when the buzz wears off or I’m hung over.

[lyssabaon]

[Alyssa decided against tequila shots when Ella elected for something easier to handle. Ordering a beer, she didn't want to get too far ahead of the brunette too quickly. Though, after Ella guzzled two glasses, Alyssa could tell she was a bit of a lightweight. She envied that. The less you had to drink to get drunk meant less money spent on booze. Alyssa wished her tolerance wasn't as high as it was.]

Don't mention it. I needed this just as much as you. There's an easy fix for a hangover, though. Bloody Mary. More alcohol does the trick nicely.

[thedamon-smith]

Sea Shanty || Open

[thedamon-smith]

Damon smirked when the stranger mentioned the cops. “What are they going to do to me? I’m invincible.” He chuckled and extended his arms. After giving her a good look up and down he stepped forward and held one of the flags out to her. “Want it?” Taking the flag would make her an accessory to his crimes, but there wasn’t any part of him that cared. 

[lyssabaon]

"Invincible, are you?" She questioned, silently wishing she felt the same. She missed the inhibitions alcohol gave her. She debated on daring him to test that invincibility, but decided against it. She really didn't need the guilt of a drunk guy killing himself by jumping off a building on her conscience. Alyssa raised a brow at the offer. "What the hell would I do with one of those?" She smirked, waiting to see what would come out of his mouth next.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

Goddammit.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

Avalon work for you? Otherwise the bar in the Viceroy is pretty good and I know the bartender on tonight. 

[lyssabaon]

Avalon is perfect.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

Goddammit.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

You’re right I could absolutely use a drink or two… or three. 

Join me?

[lyssabaon]

Of course. No one should ever drink alone.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

Goddammit.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

What? 

Yes, um I’m sorry to have bothered you. I just… got some bad news. 

[lyssabaon]

You could use a drink. Forget the bad news every happened.

[ellamcadams-deactivated20150726]

Goddammit.

[lyssabaon]

Everything okay?

[thedamon-smith]

Sea Shanty || Open

Once Damon realized his brother was back in town and the weight over the previous week was removed from his shoulders, he decided it was a great time to fuck things up. With Vincent gone and Violet emotionally compromised, he did his best to be a responsible member of the clan. It was exhausting. So with his new found freedom and several bottles of scotch, he made a night of it.

Walking down the sidewalk in the dead of night, completely hammered, and wrapped in two American flags, he sang an old favorite drinking song from his time with the English Navy, loudly. 

Let every man here drink up his full bumper, Let every man here drink up his full bowl, And let us be jolly and drown melancholy, Drink a health to each jovial an’ true-hearted soul.

[lyssabaon]

Alyssa wrapped her arms around her body, stepping into the chilly New York air. The bar she left was unappealing, filled with pervy co-eds and frat boys, all trying to get in her pants without having the decency to complement her shoes or even buy her a drink. Her throat itched for the burning sensation of alcohol, but she needed more quality company to be able to enjoy it. 

It wasn't until she heard loud, obnoxious singing that she wished she stayed back at the club. Alyssa tried to walk past without making contact, but her sober, semi-goodhearted mind forced her to confront the creepy drunk stranger wrapped in American Flags. 

"You should probably keep it down. Wouldn't want to get the cops called on you, right?" 

[lyssabaon]

Playing Catch Up | Violet and Alyssa

[violetmillers-deactivated201508]

"Let’s go with black. I’m feeling more of making a statement as of late. Also matches at least 80 percent of my wardrobe, so i think it’ll be a good fit." She took a seat and shook her head, smiling wide. "Oh?" She knew of the company in question, and she had heard about the affair. Back in the day, she had seen young women and old men, and vice versa, At that time, that was nothing.

"Oh, tell me more about this. Did you hear any of the details? I’m curious to know what the circumstances. How’d they meet? How’d they get caught?" Violet was curious also in how that would affect Imprint’s funding. She knew there were agents inside, but she wondered if more would come with additional funding.

[lyssabaon]

Alyssa smiled. "Black it is," she replied, rummaging through her drawers. She got out everything she need for the job, and began working on Violet's nails. Continuing on with the gossip, Alyssa nodded, not looking up from her fingers. "Apparently the guy's son brought her home for dinner," Alyssa shrugged. "I guess they were dating or something. One thing led to another and the son ended up catching them in the act in some lecture hall at the school."

[katewaliss]

Put it in a large plastic bag, drop it in the freezer for an hour thirty and scrape it off—carefully with a butter knife. 

[lyssabaon]

Seriously? Where did you learn how to do that?

[april-astor]

It sounds like you should have gotten a town car then.

[lyssabaon]

Yeah, or just a cab.

[mina-dolohova]

Maybe you should watch where you’re going then.

[lyssabaon]

Or, New Yorkers could learn not to be absolutely revolting and discover the wonders of trash cans.

[lyssabaon]

Playing Catch Up | Violet and Alyssa

[violetmillers-deactivated201508]

Violet felt like today she needed a getaway. She wasn’t working that night, and thankfully she had no plans to go out and do anything. Wanting nothing more than to just relax, she strolled into Get Nailed and looked around for her favorite. Luckily, Alyssa was free at the moment, and she didn’t have to push anyone to wait for her to get her nails done and listen to the latest gossip.

Alyssa had no idea how valuable her information was to Violet. Hearing something from the perspective of someone who was a bystander made all the difference. Violet could hear the facts all day, but Alyssa’s opinion was what she cared about more. Violet liked Alyssa, but she wasn’t exactly sure why. There was something about her that always kept her coming back, and she didn’t mind at all listening to her stories and updates.

Violet liked humans a little too much, and she was fully aware of the fact. Her relationship with Evan lasting as long as it had was enough proof of that. Vincent had pulled her back into reality, but she had messed that up beyond belief at this point. With a sigh, she forced a perfect smile and looked at Alyssa. “Are you free or planning on making me wait today?” Violet always made it worth Alyssa’s while to put her first. Something about the $100 tip on top of the entire cost probably was a factor.

[lyssabaon]

Alyssa smiled at the woman. "I always have time for my favourite customer," she said, motioning for her chair. Getting out her supplies, she asked, "what are we doing today? Classic French, or something more daring?" After sitting down, she spoke again. With not much of a filter, Alyssa was always running her mouth, especially to Violet. "Speaking of daring, did you hear about what the CEO of Hollis Publishing did?" Alyssa perked up at the gossip talk. "He had an affair with this eighteen year old student at Columbia. I'm sure that'll pick up Imprint Binding's business a bit."

Alyssa couldn't care less about the business aspect of it all, and just liked the scandal of the affair. The girl's mother came in a few days ago in tears, spilling her guts about how this old man took advantage of her daughter. She'd pity the woman if she actually cared about the people involved. She didn't. The only thing that held her attention was that people got hurt. It was thrilling, knowing all the details of people's personal lives  without having to waste time consoling anyone. It gave her a bit of a power trip; she couldn't wait to share that with someone else.

[lyssabaon]

There's nothing worse than walking down a New York sidewalk. I did not spend $800 on these shoes to get gum on the bottom of them.

[chase-redford]

Well. You seem like quite the character. Are you a student here, or?

[lyssabaon]

Used to be a student, now I just do nails. Glamorous, right?