Bubblegum Bitch

[astridsloan]

[margotsinclair]

chanelxalbright​:

Chanel pouted as her counter seemed to talk down at her as if she were three years old. To be fair, she absolutely was acting like it. Still, drunk Chanel didn’t like being treated as such and therefore began to act even more so. Her arms crossed over her chest and her bottom lip jutted out as though someone had taken her ice cream away from her.

Nearly all of that was forgotten, however, when Margot suggested they take her to see Dennis. Dennis would be fun, and he wouldn’t treat her like a child. He was probably as drunk as she was and they could dance the night away. Plus he had a drink for her?? Yes, absolutely, let’s go to Dennis.

Following her lead, Chanel scanned the crowd to see if she could spot her David Beckham, his white soccer jersey with the name etched on the back like a bad cosplay. The mass of people they had to push through momentarily distracted Chanel once again as she began waving shouting hellos to some of the people they passed. But the persistent pushing from Margot between her shoulder blades kept her moving forward until the familiar figure they were in search for was only a few steps further ahead.

“Dennis!” Chanel shouted, though a little drowned out by the music. “Dennis!” She screamed again, attempting to take a few steps forward away from Margot’s guiding hand, only to find her steps to be off-kilter enough to bring her tumbling down. In an attempt to stop herself, she grabbed on to the closest thing which just so happened to be the red leather-clad Britney Spears. The save wasn’t quick enough and Chanel found her ass planted on the floor, still holding on to Margot as she burst out into a fit of laughter.

To push pass every single person that greeted Chanel was a chore. Why couldn’t the woman just walk on her own without needing any aid? Margot had not gotten Chanel anything for her birthday and she had no intention to until she realized that what the other woman needed was an adult size leash. And not the kinky kind.

Frustrated with herself, but mostly Chanel, Margot almost conveyed another emotion when Dennis was finally in sight. She did her duty and got the blonde back to someone who would give a fuck about the drunk birthday girl’s well being and Margot could get on with her night. A shot of something -anything at this point- was deemed necessary. “Keep a close eye-” Just as the words of exchange, meaning she was wiping her hands clean of the drunk, were about to be finished Chanel took a trip and proceeded to pull Margot down with her. 

Great.

Unamused by what had just transpired, Margot pried Chanel’s hand from off of her arm and pushed it away from her. A slew of curses escaped between gritted teeth. “Get a hold of yourself.” Margot harshly remarked as she planted her palms upon the floor and pushed herself up of it. Her hands were covered in glitter and excess black light paint shed from sweat glad bodies. She needed a cleanse from this. 

“She’s your baby to watch.” A pointed finger at Dennis as Margot took a step towards him. “So watch her or put her in a fucking play pen she can’t get out of.” She pushed past Dennis and the others who gawked, laughed and were concerned for Chanel. 

Fucking Costello help. The words were said under her breath as she left the drunk infantile and her enablers.  

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nataliacardoza​:

Natalia smirked at the woman next to her, recognizing her as Margot Sinclair; even dressed as Britney, the blonde came from a prolific family and attended Luca’s wedding. Nat was curious if she made the same impression. 

She winked at the woman in her company before downing the last of her shots. “Well, they’re going to ogle anyway, might as well benefit,” Natalia shrugged, picking up her margarita glass with delicate fingers. She leaned in closer and said in a whisper, “it’s not as if I have any intention of going home with the man.”

Natalia took a sip of her drink, licking the salt off her lips suggestively as he returned with Margot’s drink. “So,” Nat started, turning her attention away from the bartender now that she had what she wanted, “how do you know the birthday girl?” she inquired, not wanting to give too much away.

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“And you never should.” Margot responded. She too kept her voice at a whisper as she spoke. “Flirting with men like that are great but going home with them is a mistake. A great idea in theory but you’re left wondering how you let a charming face be mistaken for a good time.” Margot took a sip of the drink that had just been brought to her. Just the right amount of kick for the woman often left unsatisfied by the drinks made at events like this.

“I don’t.” A straight to the point answer with no false embellishments. Margot did not need to pretend that she knew Chanel better than anyone else in the room. What made Chanel so special that guests were trying to out tell one another on how close the birthday woman was to them?

She rested her drink down on the bar as she took time to study the other woman before her. Young, around her sister’s age. A mischievous soul. And there was something else to her. Dark hair, sharp features, a devil may care smile and- the light bulb went off with a ding - two twins with their arms wrapped around her in a snap shot. Natalia something. School friend to the twins and once regular instagram grid photo on Luca’s page.

Interesting. The last name would come to her eventually or not at all and should the latter be the case she’d just ask Paityn. “You do though, don’t you.” It was not a question but a statement. Anyone able to get close to the Costello family knew Chanel. From what little she knew of Chanel, only snippets heard from her sister or that in the press, she was - how should Margot put it - a perfectionist, controlling and prone to becoming agitated with one of the Costello siblings did not follow their outlined PR course. At least that is what Margot thought of her.

“Everyone here seems to.” Margot not yet wanting to tell she had an inclination on who she was conversing with just yet.

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chanelxalbright​:

Chanel looked down at her feet the moment that Britney Spears mentioned her shoes. They probably were too high; platform shoes were way too dangerous and yet all the craze way back when. Without hesitating, she shoved her nearly empty drink into the hands of someone walking by and began to take her shoes off, the moment they left her feet now becoming a relief to the pain she hadn’t even realized she’d developed.

“Wow, that’s so much better.” She sighed with a smile, kicking her shoes towards the wall of the bathroom, no doubt to be completely forgotten and abandoned by the end of the night. But Chanel had several more outfit changes for the night anyway, so they wouldn’t be missed.

Realizing her hands were now empty, she looked around in confusion for the drink she swore she’d just had before giving up and looking back to the person she had bumped into while they continued to talk. Oh, it was Margot Sinclair. And she was saying something about Dennis.

“Beckham is the only escort I need for the night, thanks. We planned the matchiness, in case you’re wondering.” It was a lame comeback, especially since her and Dennis weren’t actually together. Sure they had their flings, but they both knew that one wasn’t tied to the other. He’d come as her date tonight, but it was more because he was her best friend than because she felt like they belonged to each other. If he was flexing for other people at the party then it was all in good fun. He’d still make sure she got home safe at the end of the night; that much she could count on.

But still, she couldn’t help but feel defensive at the thought of someone else thinking he was openly dissing her or making a fool of her at her own party. If Margot even knew that they had come together, that is. But that logic wouldn’t be found in the mind of drunk Chanel.

“Where did my drink go, anyway?”

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Perplexed and unamused, Margot made no attempts to hide what she thought of Chanel’s actions. It is not as if Chanel would notice as her gaze was down at the shoes she so easily discarded. The amount of shit brought in on people’s feet, let alone their bodies when things went wild, had Margot’s skin crawling. Drunk Chanel had no issue with sanitation. Lord knows what the woman would get up to if she is already capable of shedding her shoes. 

“I bet.” Was all the response that she could muster. Disgusting. The word she’d have spoken if she was not still reeling from how peculiar, gross and out of character the entire thing was. For someone who handled the Costello family’s image and press she did a piss poor job on keeping her own image clean. Literally. 

I wasn’t. “I didn’t care to notice what with everyone in costume and some stealing the show more than others.” Her hand was brought to her temple at Chanel’s forgetfulness - Margot knew it could not be helped but for the love of God she should keep some of her braincells in tack. 

“You handed it to someone when you discarded your shoes.” Even her almost two year old remembered where she left things. “Why don’t we get you to Beckham.” Margot placed her hand between Chanel’s shoulder blades and began to guide, more like push, the other woman forward. Margot didn’t bother too much with the niceties now that she wanted not to be the unlucky babysitter of the adult woman. Yes, she could have just walked away but Margot was never that cruel when someone was in this state. 

“Beckham has your drink. Don’t you remember?” Margot would say anything at this point to get Chanel to move. “He saved you an assortment for you to try. I think he even created a special drink for you.”

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nataliacardoza​:

Natalia was starting to get back to normal; she opened up to Sofia about what happened with the dude in the bed when they were drunk and celebrating her job. With that weight off her shoulders, Nat felt like she could move on.

Scantily clad, Natalia was having fun teasing the party-goers, knowing full well none of them were in her league. She took a break from dancing and flirting to head to the bar for her next drink of the night.

“Two tequila shots, por favor,” she ordered, already tipsy. Nat stuck out her chest when the bartender returned and he blushed, offering her the drinks on the house. She winked as a thank you before downing both shots with ease, slipping a lime in her mouth as a chaser.

“I’ll take a margarita next,” she said. Feeling generous, she turned to the patron next to her. “Want anything? It’s on the bartender.”

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A night out in a red, latex getup mimicking the woman she once idolized as a child had its perks. One being the opportunity to show Leo what he would missing tonight due to a last minute business trip. That is all that her husband had been doing as of late; working. He spent little time at home now that any chance she had to make his trip just a little bit uncomfortable brought a smirk to her lips and made things almost as fun as having him near.

Margot had just gotten to the bar when someone informed her that the bartender would be buying her drink as well. “How very generous of him.” A knowing twinkle in her eye at how the bartender was the one paying for their tab. “I’ll have what she’s having but with a bit of a kick.” Though she was happily married it didn’t mean she couldn’t join the other woman in flirting with the bartender. Might as well have some harmless entertainment at this event. Margot smiled at him as she brushed the blonde extensions she wore off her chest. She made sure her hand lingered on the tight latex she wore before she turned to the woman beside her. 

“I do believe he is smitten with you.” She tapped her fingers against the bar as she spoke, “A minx after my own heart.” 

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chanelxalbright​:

Chanel stumbled from the bathroom at Sapphire, drink in one hand while the other held on to the door for support. She’d been pregaming well before the party had even started and was now the drunkest she’d ever been in the last year. Her birthday last year was it’s only equal, as was true every year on her birthday. Of course, Chanel had been drunk several different times throughout the years, but her birthday was the one day of the year where she refused to be a publicist and instead made everything entirely about herself. All while being as extra as possible.

Finally letting go of the door, she used her now free hand to adjust the short brown bob wig she’d been donning for the night and looked around the party, smiling at everyone who had shown up and the costumes they came in. Mia had sincerely outdone herself tonight and owed her BIG TIME for putting it all together.

Just as she was finally stepping away from the bathroom to go back out to the dance floor, she bumped into someone and spilled half her drink on the floor. She almost felt tears come to her eyes but then she quickly remembered that crying wasn’t cute and all her drinks for the night were entirely on the house anyway. Looking to the person she’d bumped into, she tried her best to focus on who it was all while making sure she kept her balance.

“It’s so lucky I have like four other outfits to change into tonight otherwise this would’ve totally sucked. Did I get you?”

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An invite from Mia Costello to this event had come as a surprise to Margot. Though her sister was now related through marriage to the eldest Costello daughter, Margot did not expect Mia to extend a welcoming hand of inclusion to her. Not after what happened after the rehearsal dinner between the two of them. The painted on smiles the two women wore while in the company of one another was all for show. Both had come to an understanding that maintaining their families’ reputation and playing the part of acquaintances who could stand each other was what this city needed. 

Neither willing to let the other have the upper hand in the media. Margot had begrudgingly agreed to a photo op of the two of them and had been on her way to wash off whatever she had come in to contact - who knows what Mia had been up to before that photo - when some drunk nobody walked straight into her.

It wasn’t just some drunk but the woman of the hour herself with a brunette wig that did nothing for her coloring. "Totally lucky.” Her best Britney Spears impression on full display with the vernacular and tone that she used in response to Chanel. “Me?” Her hands ran down the red, latex bodysuit that she wore. “You didn’t but you were close. Too close.” A tilt of her head and forced pull smile on her lips as she held onto whatever cordial attitude she could spare after her earlier experience. Margot’s dealings with Chanel were non existent unlike her little sister who had to endure this other blonde’s presence now that Paityn was legally a Costello. 

“Your shoes a little too high tonight?” Margot asked as she deliberately chose to not comment on her inebriated or buzzed state. Let the woman drink her fill and make headlines, even if they won’t be published. “We wouldn’t want the woman of the hour to get hurt. I am sure one of the many in attendance would love to be your escort for the evening. Maybe that Beckham fella I’ve seen flexing about to anyone who stared at him.”

[margotsinclair]

Margot Sinclair attends as Britney Spears to Chanel Albright’s 29th Birthday 90s/00s Costume Party hosted by Mia Costello at Sapphire on August 1, 2020.

[margotsinclair]

matthewdunne​:

Matt was grateful for Margot’s concern, but he knew it wasn’t necessary. He let her inspect her face, her touch feeling like a mother’s: gentle. “Job gone wrong,” he said, knowing it best not to lie to his boss’ sister. “Stopped for a drink on my way. The doc’s next on my list. Promise.” Even if he didn’t think medical attention was necessary, he could tell by the look on Margot’s face that she wouldn’t let him refuse a check-up.

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“Just you on this job?” Margot asked as she took great care not to touch his injury as she removed her fingers from his chin. She rested her hand briefly on his shoulder before she pointed at the bottle he nursed. “That will do little to stop the swelling. You're getting company and ice before you see her.” Not waiting for Matt to dissuade her, Margot walked into the bar ordered two more of what Matt was drinking and asked for ice. She had preferred the ice wrapped in a clean dishtowel but a bag of it would do. 

“For your face and this one for whatever else needs to be numb.” Margot’s hand extended out to him, ice bag pressed against one of the two more bottles that she purchased. “Can’t have Thalia complaining that you squirmed during the checkup.” A light hearted tease. “I heard she has strong enough medication to knock a horse on its ass. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to imagine what will happen if she has to use that on you to sit still and let her do her job. I’d have to throw you in a wheelbarrow just to get you home.”

[meddows-taylor]

Rami Malek and Lucy Boynton, Academy Awards 2019

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matthewdunne​:

Matt sat outside the bar, beer bottle in hand after a rough job gone wrong. He got out with the money and the goods, but his eye wouldn’t feel so hot in the morning. He held the cold glass bottle to his injury in between sips when he was approached by someone on the street. 

“You should see the other guy.”

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“The missing piece to your matching set.” Margot stopped dead in her tracks as she took Matthew in. He looked like shit. There was no other way to describe the state that he was in outside the bar with the bottle pressed against his injury. There was to be a change of plans for Margot as she made the decision to walk up to Matthew and gently rest her fingers under his chin to get a better look at him.

Margot’s instinct to stop, assess a situation and then take charge of fixing it to make things better had long been a part of her make up before Riley came into the picture. “What the hell happened and why haven’t you seen Thalia?”

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sebastianxsinclair​:

Bash winked at the bodyguards as they stood down, watching as they went a little pale at their own mistake. Thankfully he was a forgiving person, or else he’d have gone out of his way to find Margot more competent guards. Of course, he could find a way to give them a little hell later on, but that was for a different time. Right now was about catching up with family.

Watching Riley get scooped up by her mother, he laughed and nodded along to the request. “Swim lessons, huh? I bet you’re the best swimmer that’s ever lived. Maybe soon you’ll be teaching the swim lessons, huh?” He teased, poking at her armpit and tickling before bringing his attention back to Margot.

“Plan is to stick around once I pass the bar exam. I’m kind of hoping to be the family lawyer. Nobody better to represent us than flesh and blood.” He paused and did a quick look around to make sure there weren’t any eavesdropping civilians. “Plus, hush money won’t have to be added to my fee.”

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Margot would never tire of hearing the laughter of her child. Warm smiles were exchanged between mother and daughter as whispered words and phrases of their own creation were exchanged. Riley would do everything in her power to be the best swimmer and show off to Bash should these lessons between them ever happen. Riley, though still shy of two, was already proving to be more like her mother and Riley’s appearance only added to her becoming a carbon copy of Margot. 

“Once you pass the bar exam, continue to show your worth and prove yourself to my father so that he would be a fool if he did not hire you.” The Sinclair patriarch was not - how should she put this - the warmest man on the planet nor the most accepting of others. Flesh and blood still had to prove themselves to him if they wanted to join the family business. A Sinclair name had weight but whether or not the person with the name could carry it was a whole different story. 

  “One less loose end that would need to be tied up. The idea of you as the family lawyer is already sounding more appealing every minute.” 

[margotsinclair]

You’re Invited to Chanel Albright’s 90s/00s Themed Birthday Extravaganza!

August 1, 2020. 7:00PM. Sapphire. Come dressed as the VIP pass says or you will not be admitted to the event nor permitted anywhere near Sapphire. 

xx

Mia

[margotsinclair]

tristan-sullivan​:

“You’ve never been to a Sullivan house party, but it gets fucking crazy, and I make a mystery punch that’ll have you on your ass in like an hour. High tolerance or not.”

Tristan wiggled his eyebrows at Margot before he scanned the crowd for a server with a tray full of shots.

“You have a babysitter, right? Take some shots with me.”

“Correction, I never was invited to one.” Margot remarked as she in leaned in closer. “We’ll never know now how that mystery punch of yours would have affected me.” A shrug of her shoulders after she spoke before she glanced in the direction his eyes were looking towards. 

“Try a thoroughly vetted nanny. You think my family, Leo or myself would let just anyone watch Riley?” A babysitter chosen at random was unfathomable in Margot’s mind. Margot never let just anyone into her life or her business. Long before she had her daughter and her position within the family she was always calculating and cautious. 

Margot’s hand rose in the air to signal one of her men to come to her and once he was within earshot she asked for him to bring her and Tristan a tray of shots. “I hope for your liver’s sake you know what you have just signed up for.” 

[margotsinclair]

tristan-sullivan​:

“Do I?” Tristan wondered, quirking a brow. Eating in a pool was perfectly fine, he thought, but he figured he probably shouldn’t make an ass of himself around Margot. “I’ll eat when I’m dead. Or something like that,” Tristan said, grinning. 

“You know what I just thought of? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wasted. We should change that.”

“More like you’ll be the one eaten when you’re dead. You need to work on your phrasing, Sullivan”A dark remark that turned quickly to a tease at Tristan’s expense. “Ha!” Laughter easily escaped her lips at the words he spoke. The two were not far off in age yet he felt more like a kid to her than any functioning adult. Especially now. 

“Sullivan, you couldn’t get me wasted even if you tried. High tolerance, thank you Sinclair genes, and a toddler keeps me from being as wasted as you are going to be in about an hour.”

[margotsinclair]

sebastianxsinclair​:

Bash smiled down at his cousins daughter as she began to play with the toy he’d been able to retrieve on the street. It had been lucky that he’d even spotted them since he was just walking around Chicago out of sheer boredom, and even more lucky that the bodyguards had let him pass in the first place. He hadn’t been around Chicago for long enough periods of time over the last seven years because of schooling that it was somewhat understandable that the bodyguards wouldn’t be able to recognize him. Somewhat.

“Course, Margot. I’d jump ship to bring this cutie’s bear back to her if I had to.” Bash laughed as Riley squealed at the thought of that, now taking her bear and pretending they were swimming under water together. Looking back to his cousin he brought his arms out and gave her a hug before taking a step back so the guards didn’t try to pummel him if they hadn’t quite caught on that they technically worked for his family too.

“It’s good to see you, it’s been a while.”

Before Margot could respond to Sebastian one of her bodyguards was moving towards her cousin as he approached her. Her free hand was held up, palm turned towards the guard before he took one step closer. “For everyone who doesn’t know Sebastian is family and I expect you to let him near myself and Riley from now and to brush up on who I allow to be near me.” 

Even with those who were twice her size she spoke to them as she would her daughter when she had to be stern but not forceful with her. Even toned, unwavering eye contact and the body language of someone not willing to budge on a manner was everything Margot already had but amplified since Riley was born. Leo joked that her disproval stare was more intense than that of the sun. 

Margot returned her cousin’s hug and so did Riley in her own way. Her daughter’s grip remained firmly on her teddy bear but she rested her small head briefly against Sebastian before the hug ended. 

“You would ever have a fond place in Riles’ heart should you do such a galant thing.” She easily shifted from disproval to one of warmth. “Riles,” she bounced her daughter on her hip causing another squeal of glee to escape her daughter’s lips, “maybe Uncle Seb should help out during your swimming lessons, huh? You can tell Mr. Theo all about it and show him at home how its done.” Silence then a smile and soon a full on eruption of laughter and squeals from the miniature Sinclair. “You swim with me?” Riley asked. 

“It has been too long and I hope you are here for a good amount of time this time.”

[gvzel]

[margotsinclair]

tristan-sullivan​:

“But I don’t wanna get out of the pool yet,” he said, sighing as he watched the line of people start to form. Vultures! “Alcohol counts as food. ‘Cause if I get fucked up enough, I won’t have to think about how hungry I am. It’s pretty smart, I know.”

“Sorry, kid, but you have to get out of the pool for food. Or have you mastered the art of wishing for food and it magically appearing?” Margot could not help but roll her eyes at Tristan at the words that came out of his mouth. She dipped her feet into the water, making sure to do a big enough kick to splash water in his direction. “Of course it does.” She sarcastically replied. “You have to feed that alcohol belly of yours somehow. We wouldn’t want to let little Bud be deprived of the nutrients it needs.”