ladies & gentlemen, this is mambo no. 5

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; this is mambo number five. an independent, oc, multimuse inspired in part by lou bega’s hit song, mambo no. 5. multiship and crossover friendly, as mambo'd by em.

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❝ ladies & gentlemen, this is 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐍𝐎. 𝟓. ❞

                      carrd.            memes.            promo.            

WHERE ELSE TO FIND ME:

@lindscys –– erin lindsay of nbc’s one chicago franchise (primary blog) @mastermicd​​ –– canon and oc multi muse.

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perhaps a lil interest checker for this blog, feeling like it might make a return 👀

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#FLORENCC: an independent, selective and mutual exclusive original character este novak florence conway. inspired by lyrics and lore built around the concept of escaping, of doing what needs to be done, and starting over on the run from both the law, and the person you used to be.

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added a mambosverse to @florencc because i can <33333

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a year ago i went on vacation and came up with this whole concept i wonder what will happen on vacation this year

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＂      those  who  pay  the  bills      …      i  like  it.      ＂      the  suggestion  is  repeated,  just  to  show  clear  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕.  it’d  be  rude  to  reject  the  offer  after  all.  third  time's  the  charm,  three  is  the  magic  number,  all  those  other  𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬  lexi  hears  people  say.  anything  to  justify  the  line  of  shots  they’re  now  intending  to  share,  not  that  they  needed  to.  she  raises  her  own  glass  when  first  toast  is  announced,  meeting  sandra  halfway  to  knock  their  tequilas  together  before  following  sync,  downing  in  one.  the  alcohol  burn  doesn’t  bother  her  as  much  these  days.  if  anything,  it  serves  as  a  𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻  from  the  constant  hunger  that  CLAWS  at  her  throat,  craving  something  that  can’t  be  ordered  at  the  bar.      ＂      i  feel  like  it’s  one  of  those  things  that  improves  the  more  ya  do  ‘em.  either  that,  or  we  just  scorch  our  tastebuds  off  with  the  fumes.      ＂      hand  is  already  reaching  for  their  second  round,  passing  one  over  to  her  new  drinking  buddy.      ＂      to  the  people  who  didn’t  love  us.  may  they  live  to  regret  it  and  𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎  on  their  apologies  when  they  realise  the  error  of  their  ways.  cheers!      ＂

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the burn of the tequila was a comfort to sandra at this point –– a reminder to keep going, that she wasn't quite numb yet. that the arrangement that she'd gotten herself in hadn't quite gotten to all of her. "i think we keep going until they taste like water." a suggestion some might consider to be self destructive, but she was all for trying to enjoy herself. and her new friend seemed to be just the person to go on that journey with her, open to the possibilities that mambos brought after hours. fingers reached carefully for the small glass, holding in the air for just a beat longer than lexi as she took on board the next toast of the evening. perhaps the right thing to toast, after all. "those who didn't love us." repetition, confirmation, even more so as the liquid was thrown into the back of her mouth and swallowed quickly. "fuck 'em." she said, as the glass landed on the bar beside her with a thunk. "anyone that doubted us, hurt us, fucked us up in the head. we're better than them. and coming out on the other side."

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"Brain box," Jemma repeats, trying out the phrase. She's heard a fair few of unflattering nicknames based purely on her profession. Squint being chief among them. "Not bad," she decides.

She pauses long enough to flash a smile and accept the new drink. "Saran-wrap on the toilet is childish." Such pranks have their merit. The simplest pranks are sometimes the most effective. With two PhDs, and Fitz's own engineering prowess, however, simple could easily be improved upon.

"There were a few... minor explosions," Jemma explains with a slow smirk. "Think airbag - just a little more umph."

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"childish, or genius?" pamela asked, grin toying at the corner of her mouth. her companion might have a point, that of all the options it might be seen to be juvenile, but even so, she'd argue that these sorts of pranks became classics for a reason. "besides, hearing someone curse that much from the other side of the door –– classic."

eyebrows raised as she considered what jemma said to her about just how far her remit of said pranks spread. "i'm sorry, explosions?" eyes lit up with excitement, "how much more umph are we talking? like minor or –– building collapse level umph?"