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"she slipped away. Floated as free as a jellyfish, on the tides of evening air."

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Help was provided almost instantaneously and Emma felt the relief wash over her. It hopefully wouldn’t take too long for him to get the hint and disappear. She played along with the other woman for as long as it took, a smile crossing her features when she lent in and mentioned getting a drink elsewhere. “You would?” she questioned, flashing a grin. She hadn’t expected it, but she certainly appreciated the offer being extended to her. “Only if you’re sure… although I feel like I should be buying you one as a thank you.”

Soon and surely enough, an annoyed man breathed a huff and walked away from them into the depths of the crowd. Maddie scrunched her nose as she watched him, turning her attention back to the woman and shaking her head. “Nah, you’ve had a - dramatic night,” She chuckled, hopping off the stood and closing her tab. It was almost out of character for her, but Maddie had a soft spot for a girl in trouble with creepy men. She’d been there too many times. “C’mon, there’s a great place down the block and he can think we left together.” Maddie winked at her, walking toward the door. 

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Thea: Not great, to be honest.

Thea: Yourself?

Mads: I'm sorry to hear it. Wanna talk about it?

Mads: I'm pretty good. Trying new things like someone wise suggested.

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                    Pre-party snack - I know better than to rely on a party                   to always have good food. Here’s hoping anyway though. 

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Chandler: Hey Mads, this is Chandler from the gallery. You seem to have the wrong number, but let me know if you need a sober ride. :)

Mads: You're cute. Fear not, I'm drinking at my own house. No ride necessary; unless you wanna come drink with me. I'm on the beach and attempting a bonfire.

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Aliyah:...

Aliyah: Whats the fuck, Mads?

Mads: LISTEN

Mads: It's not all my fault

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Tyson: I have no idea who this is but I'm invested.

Tyson: Don't be shy, share some more.

Mads: Listen, it's not my fault.

Mads: She should've told me horror movies give her nightmares.

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Thea: Not going to lie - you should be sorry. But also, I think you might have the wrong number

Mads: Hahah shit, I'm sorry

Mads: How have you been though?

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The kiss after the fact, she realized in the moment, surprised her. Maddie supposed she’d half expected the man to just book it once they were done. But he didn’t. He was still kissing her and she couldn’t help the soft chuckle that slipped from her lips as she returned it. She could hardly fight back the goofy smile that kept tugging at her mouth, carefully edging off the ledge she’d sat on - ow - before straightening her dress and trying to comb her fingers through her hair a bit. The statement caught Maddie’s attention and for a second, she wanted to tease him, be mock offended at the insinuation that it might be her thing but then she caught his eye. 

It was -- odd, to be looked at like that by someone she hadn’t had to fake her way into. Maddie hadn’t pretended tonight. She didn’t have an ulterior motive. She’d just come to have fun and explore and met him.. and he still looked at her that way. Maddie’s cheeks flushed and she looked down for a moment as she fixed up her makeup in a compact mirror she held. “So I’m special, huh?” She mused, taking a step forward to close the gap between them and gripping the lapels of his jacket once more to hold him close for a second before chuckling and adjusting his tie as she looked up at him. “I hope, then, that I made it worth the risk.” Maddie murmured, using his tie to pull him down closer before pressing her lips against his once more. She took her time, kiss slow and gentle because honestly she didn’t know the next time she’d see him and she needed to savor this moment. Finally, she took a step back, fixed his tie once more, and let her hands drop. “I’ll see you around, stranger.” Maddie smirked, kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Wait five minutes, just in case.” She chuckled, breaking away from him and walking through the nearest door and back into the party. 

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Mads: It probably doesn't matter because I'm drunk...but I'm sorry for getting you drunk, having you almost lose your place to live, all your friends, permanently lose your liver functions, throwing up on my floor, losing virginity...etc...mostly I'm sorry for making you watch: cabin in the woods.

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For: Anyone/@catalinastarter​ Location: McFlanagan’s Time: Tuesday evening

“So, hey… pretend you’re talking to me.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand. Emma had walked straight up to the first person she’d seen and presented herself in front of them, her words uttered rather hastily. Tonight, it seemed, she’d made a mistake in who she’d chosen to flirt with. That was her own fault, of course, she needed to be more selective. The guy wouldn’t take no for an answer now, though, and was refusing to leave her alone. He’d been following her around for the last hour. She’d even visited the bathroom for a good twenty minutes (purposely) and he’d been standing there at the door, waiting for her.

She’d fucked up, that was the long and short of it, and now she needed a way out somehow. Hopefully someone would happily take pity on her and she’d be free as a bird again before long.

Maddie blinked in surprise for a moment at the statement, arching a brow. It didn’t take more than that though for her to figure out what was going on though, noticing the strange man lurking not far behind and seemingly waiting for the exchange to end. Oh, Madeline was great at helping in these situations. 

“And so I said, I’m sorry, but I’m just too hung up on someone else, and she slammed the door in my face!” Madeline shook her head, moving to rest her hand’s on top of the stranger’s, closing it gently and leaning closer. “How am I supposed to move on when I can’t stop thinking about you?” She was laying it on thick, of course, but it seemed to have the man questioning things at least. Maddie leaned forward to whisper in her ear, still holding her hand. “I think you’re good but just in case, I’d buy you a drink somewhere else if you want.” It was strictly platonic, of course, but he didn’t need to know that. Maddie knew better than anybody what it felt like to have some creepy man hanging on, and while she wasn’t normally the person to go out of her way to help, she sympathized. 

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Where: Outside the bike shop

It was exactly like him not to check the forecast before making spur of the moment plans. Although trips to the bike shop to rent a bike to ride for a little while along the coast was a frequent activity for him these days. It’s one of the few things he found that got him to relax anymore and getting the workout in without having to suffer at the gym every single time was just a bonus.

Today, though, he ended up getting caught in the midst of a sudden torrential downpour halfway back his ride to return the bike. He definitely wasn’t equipped for it and by the time he got to his destination he was soaked all way the through. The rain hadn’t let up as he pulls into the store front and hops off the bike to return it to it’s place in the kiosk. Once he does that he steps under the tarp, laughing at himself, wiping at his face and uselessly fumbling with his sopping wet hair before addressing the person he can barely make out through his rain soaked vision. “So, nice weather we’re having for sure!”

Madeline loved a good storm; she always had. There was something so satisfying and cathartic about watching the rain pour down, the way the thunder seemed to vibrate through her bones and the lightning lighting up the whole street with each crack. More often than not during storms like that, you could find her sitting outside doing work on her computer or reading. More often than not, she’d pull up a seat on a covered porch of a house that was currently for sale where she wouldn’t be questioned - nobody went to look at a new house when it was pouring - and sat out the storm there. 

She watched him the whole ride up, biting back a laugh as he brought the bike back to the store next door before arching a brow. “Yeah, it’s beautiful.” She muses without quite as much sarcasm as there should’ve been, snickering and moving to lean on the railing of the porch to watch him. “You know, most places have bathrooms now - if you were that desperate for a shower.” She can’t help but tease, watching him with an arched brow and chuckling. “At least it’s warm out. Might get out without the cold.” 

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TAGGING: @catalinastarter​ LOCATION: Outside the Locker Room

Unable to stomach watching her home team take such an intense beating, Sloane decided to abandon her prime seat at the bar to take a breather outside. With a grimace, she pulled her Red Sox cap off of her head and frowned down at it as she stepped into the open air. While mumbling something about the stupidity of letting Mookie Betts go when the team could have kept him for another year, she placed her hat back on her head and her hands instinctively went to her jacket pocket, looking for the pack of cigarettes that was usually there. When she came up empty, she groaned and let her head fall back against the wall she was leaning up against. 

Sloane’s relationship with smoking was on and off, and she’d picked it back up again after her mom died. The cigarettes being missing, she remembered suddenly, was a result of her own attempt to kick the habit once again. Well, fuck that, she thought. Inevitably, more-sober-less-sad Sloane would want to punch current-Sloane in the face for it, but she’d deal with that when the time came. Pushing off the wall, she approached the nearest person cautiously. “Hey, sorry…you wouldn’t happen to have light, would you? And also, like, um…a cigarette?”

Madeline had never and would never be a sports person. She wasn’t really the type to put others down about their interests, it was just something she could never get into.Still, she’d come to the bar with a client in an attempt to pretend that she was. Maddie knew enough to play along, act like she was that sporty girl because that’s what he wanted. But by the time he left for some emergency at work, it was damn near a relief. As soon as he was out of the bar, she let her hair out of the ponytail that she’d had it in and shook it out with a sigh. Sure, being a guy’s girl wasn’t the hardest role she’d played for the sake of money but it was boring as hell. 

Maddie ordered two more drinks on the man’s tab, pouring them into a reusable water bottle with a smirk when the bartender turned, and walking outside. As soon as the warm air hit her face, there was a voice in her ears. The brunette took a long sip of her drink before finally turning to look in the direction of the question, laughing against her straw and arching a brow. “What were you going to do if I only offered a light?” Maddie tipped her head, watching the other woman for a long moment before digging through her purse for a pack of cigarettes. She took one out for herself before holding the pack out for the other to take one. She pulled her lighter out, holding it under her own cigarette before taking a step closer to light the other’s as well. After a long drag from it and an exhale into the air, she turned her attention to the woman again. “Let me guess, quitting?” 

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Madeline’s lips parted on a sharp gasp when he pushed closer, hand on the ledge for leverage and her head dropped back. “Fuck,” She all but hissed, hands wandering over him and dragging her nails down against his skin absently. The brunette nodded when he spoke again though, and god, just the sound of those words had goosebumps washing over her skin. Maddie panted softly, rolling her hips up to meet his with a low moan. “I’m close,” She murmured breathlessly, tangling her fingers in the hair at the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him hard. 

It was good timing too, because it allowed the moan that ripped from her lips to be muffled by his as her orgasm tore through her. She broke the kiss only to bury her face against his throat to muffle any noises she might make as she rode it out, tightening around him as she did. God, when was the last time someone had made her come like that? As it was, half the marks she’d slept with didn’t finish her at all. Compared to that, this damn near made her dizzy. Maddie’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as she tipped her head back against the wall, waiting for her heartbeat to eventually even itself out. She couldn’t help the soft chuckle that slipped from her lips, shaking her head at herself. “That was -- something.” Maddie smirked, looking up at him. 

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No matter how many times it happened, it pleased Chandler to hear his work praised. Even by someone who, by their own admittance, knew nothing about art. An untrained eye could spot beauty. Be drawn to something that evoked thought and feeling. However pleasing, he listened to her review with a coy smile. Not wanting to give away his identity, but still she seemed to know. His coy smile gave way to a full blown grin. He liked clever women. “I am the artist. Yes.” A tepid response, although concern pooled in his eyes. It seemed she was embarrassed, but she was quick to laugh it off. A great quality, he mused. Being able to laugh at oneself. A part of Chandler yearned for more of that. A carefree approach to life. Open to trying something new, as his little critic had put it. He didn’t have the luxury, or so he told himself, solely responsible for his young daughter.

To her question he shrugged, but then pursed his lips.  Cobalt orbs appraised the portrait before them. Like he was assessing the work himself, for the first time. “What made this one different..” He began. No closer to an answer than when she’d first asked. Often Chandler didn’t understand his own works. Manifestations of his inner insecurities and desires. Blind strokes of a brush and paint on canvas. Working out details of his subconscious he himself wasn’t even privy to. And yet, she required an answer. “Art is in the eye of the beholder, and so… to everyone their own interpretation. Which yields..” Chandler continued. “the real question. What makes this one different to you?”

Madeline’s lips parted in surprise, eyes widening just a hint as he turned the question back on her. She couldn’t help the soft bewildered laugh that slipped, shaking her head for a moment and pressing her lips into a fine line she held a smile behind. “Oh, well,” She murmured, turning to face forward before he could see the pink in her cheeks. Normally, she dealt well with being put on the spot. But this - was out of her depth. Maddie knew famous art, she researched enough to know what to say on museum dates and boring art tours, but this was neither hundreds of years old or boring by any means. 

She didn’t want to give him some lax, brush-off answer. He was asking what she saw, and she wanted to give this one a genuine answer. Taking another small step forward, she absently twisted a rose gold ring around her middle finger as she tipped her head up to examine it closely. For a few moments, they just stood side by side in silence. It was oddly comfortable in a time when Maddie usually felt it was her responsibility to fill the gaps. She took her time, gaze washing over the entire painting edge to edge endlessly as she tried to put into words exactly what stood out to her. Finally, after a few minutes at least, Maddie took a step back until her arm brushed the artist’s. “It’s her eyes,” She speaks, surprised by how soft her own voice is. She realized only halfway through how much she feels like she identifies with the painting, and she can only hope he doesn’t notice. 

“There’s something there.” She murmurs, lifting a hand to gesture at different parts of the painting. “Everything else is light. Even the way she’s sitting. It’s.. relaxed. But all the heaviness, all the emotions in the painting seem to sit right there.” Madeline murmured, connecting her gaze with the painting’s once more and swallowing thickly. After a moment, she cleared her throat though and took another step to put some space between them. “What do I know, though? I can’t paint to save my life.” She chuckled, though the laugh seemed to miss some of the humor it had earlier. “It’s great. Really.” 

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Maddie’s lips parted on a silent moan when he pulled her underwear to the side, brushing against her and she damn near lost herself in it until he was shifting closer. The kiss was a good idea if nothing else, perfectly timed to muffle the moan that slipped from her lips when he pressed into her. It was ironic, this supposed quickie they’d snuck off to have, almost felt slower and more intimate than most sex she’d had before. It was only intensified when he pushed deeper into her and she couldn’t help the way her head dropped back against the wall behind her. “Fuck,” She gasped, eyes fluttering shut. 

It really was a damn near perfect fit, whether they were going to have that conversation or not. Maddie gripped him by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him against her and pressing her lips to his. This time though, the kiss matched their thrusts. While the intensity lingered, gone was the feverish desperation, replaced with slow and deep kisses. “God,” She whispered breathlessly, rocking her hips down against his and biting back a moan. “So fucking good.” Maddie whispered, dragging her nails down his chest lightly as she held him close. Cheeks flushed and brows furrowing as she looked up at him, it was clear to tell he was doing something right. 

Maddie drew her bottom lip between her teeth hard as she moved to grip his shoulder, peeking over it to make sure they were still alone before shutting her eyes. “Mm, harder,” She murmured, panting softly as she lifted her head to catch his lips once more. God, he was a good kisser. It was damn near as good as the rest of it and she honestly felt like she couldn’t get enough. Madeline kept him close even once she broke the kiss to try to catch her breath, trailing her lips down his throat and nipping and sucking small marks into the skin there. 

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 They moved together, their bodily desires taking over as she made way for him between her legs and hooked him in. “Damn, how will we know who won?” he played back, his mouth only an inch away from hers, his voice coming out gravelly. From his perspective, they both seemed to be winning. His logical side was telling him to go back to the event, continue people-watching, and not piss off his parents wholeheartedly by getting caught doing it at the one event they weren’t available to attend with him. But then any thought of his parents, disappeared pretty much immediately as he felt her undoing his belt. Then his pants. 

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Madeline couldn’t held the soft gasp that fell from her lips when he gripped her by the hair to pull her away for just a second. We have to be quiet. That cleared any confusion she was worried about; nobody was concerned with having to be quiet to - what, make out? No, what they were doing there was plenty clear now and Maddie’s heart raced at the thought. She parted her lips, ready to make some teasing quip about being able to keep a secret but then his mouth was on her skin and his hand was between her legs and it all seemed to melt away. “Fuck,” She murmured under her breath, blindly letting her hand drop to find the bulge of his boxers. 

Delicate fingertips found their way into the waistband of Jamie’s boxers, tugging them down just enough before wrapping around his length. God, how long had it been since she’d just.. hooked up with someone because she could? Not for information, not for dirt. Just because it was fun. Had she ever? It was an entirely new sensation to just be able to lose herself in, and she’d be lying if she said that it honestly wasn’t a tiny bit overwhelming in the best way. Madeline let her hand work over him slowly, matching his rhythm as she let her head hang back for a bit to give him more access. 

If nothing else, the party was in full swing and as long as they weren’t screaming, the soft sounds seemed like they might be muffled enough to not put them in too much risk. Maddie lifted his head with her free hand, crashing her lips against his once more and nipping at his bottom lip with a smirk. Fuck,  he was a good kisser. She felt like she could never get enough; like something lit up inside her each time and she felt an addiction growing. Maddie kissed him once more before whispering against his lips. “I w-- I need you,” It was terrifyingly true. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt an ache like this before and she sure as hell wouldn’t have admitted it, but she couldn’t help herself. 

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He smirked against her skin. “You didn’t make it easy for me,” he contended, as he felt her press back into him, clearly not unhappy with the position. “Are you always this mysterious?” he asked, so close to her ear that he was sure she could feel his breath. She felt so good in his hands; her body fitting perfectly into his. She was petite, a good few inches shorter than him, but her presence certainly filled a room. Already, he wanted her out of the dress. He liked her in it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about having her out of it. 

When she spun to face him, it was like she’d read his mind. They were so in sync as they leaned in almost immediately to connect their lips. His arms went back around her waist, absentmindedly grabbing her hips and letting them slide down to caress her perfect ass. When she pulled back, he felt breathless, like the sudden absence was too much. But then her lips were back on his, their tongues dancing together slowly. Every thing she did, every little touch was getting to him. Internally, he was begging himself not to get too excited already. But it was impossible. She was too unbelievably sexy. 

Keeping their lips locked, he spun them around and moved them a few steps over to an empty ledge. No expensive artwork to break. That was the only criteria he was looking to meet. Finding the ledge with his hands, he grabbed her hips, lifting her to sit on it, immediately moving between her legs to close the distance between them. His hands came up to caress her face, keeping them occupied so they wouldn’t start unzipping her dress right then and there. If they got caught… well, what a mess that would be. 

Madeline couldn’t help the delighted giggle that slipped from her lips when he set her on a nearby ledge, and she would’ve covered her mouth but the way he pressed between her legs was distraction enough. She exhaled a shallow brow, expertly rocking her hips against his with a shallow sigh. Thank god the bottom half of the dress was a bit more forgiving thanks to the slit from the thigh down, and she moved to hook her legs around his to pull him close to her. “You know, we’re not going to know who Makeup went home with,” She teased breathlessly, hands wandering over his chest and down his sides, until.. 

This was such a bad idea. Granted, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d done far too much in public but usually it was for a reason; to use it against the person, or to purposely get caught, or something. But this was different. This was pure desire and being too impatient to go somewhere. Her fingers hooked in his waistband, tugging at it for a moment as she kissed him hard. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, but Maddie couldn’t stand it much longer. If she was being completely honest, she’d been thinking about this since the first time she laid eyes on him. Maddie’s fingers fumbled absently, unfastening where his slacks came together at the waistband but not moving to actually rid him of them - just in case, perhaps, she was a couple pages ahead of him. 

Maddie left his pants unbuttoned, moving her hands up into his hair and tangling them there at the base of his scalp as she pulled him down to deepen the kiss. She broke it for a moment, wanting to make sure he knew where she stood. “Listen,” Maddie murmured, licking her already-kiss-swollen lips. She didn’t pull away from him though, lips practically brushing against his as she spoke. “Whatever -- we’re doing. I’m down. However far you want to take this.” She watched him for a moment, arching a brow in silent request for an answer before lifting her head to capture his lips with her own once more, letting her tongue swipe against his.