[eliasmorgann]

He hated the idea of these things, being forced to mix and mingle with colleagues every once in a while was boring in his opinion. But he did it, because it was good for business. All of his businesses, if he was being honest, from the firm to his work with Raphael, having friends in high places did you a lot of favors later on. He already had a glass of scotch in his hand, and a line of coke in the bathroom to get him through, and now he had to do the actual mingling.  If he was going to be forced to do this, he might as well start at the top, and so he did, adjusting his jacket sleeves before walking over “Marty Aarons, right? I’m Elias Morgan, of Morgan and Watkins.” he explained, offering him his hand. @martyaarons

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Marty didn't mind these kinds of functions, though the fact Angeline hadn't been able to attend dampened his mood considerably. So he'd ended up mingling only a little, still as polite and effervescent as usual, even though he was counting down the minutes till he could get home. He sat at his table, sipping at his scotch as his partner, Richard Rochester slipped away from the table, leaving him alone for the moment. That was until, of course, another younger man appeared by the table, extending a hand. He smiled up at him, hand meeting his in a shake. "That's right. Elias Morgan. A pleasure to meet you," Marty grinned, nodding up at him. "Please, sit down," he offered, a hand gesturing to a few of the free seats around the table. "I've heard your name around but I don't think we've met before. Right?"

[chesterbarnsley]

martyaarons‌:

Marty had been out on a break from Court, deciding to sit along a quieter area as he reviewed some of his files. The case would be easy, a pre-nup in place and evidence of an affair on the husband’s part meant an easy settlement. Even if the husband insisted on going to court.

He had been so focused on his files that he’d barely noticed the person sitting a little ways next to him until the other man spoke. He glanced up, brows furrowed a little behind his glasses as he looked him over; recognition striking him. Governor Robin Hughs. Not someone he knew personally, but someone he’d heard of, for sure.

Trout basket. An unusual question, until Marty realised the man was doing a crossword. “Unfortunately, I don’t spend much time trout fishing,” Marty started jovially. He hadn’t the faintest idea what the word could be. He wasn’t particularly a man of the wilderness. “Though, now I am curious what it could be.“ 

Robin nodded with a hum. ‘Neither do I, I think it’s a very niche hobby.’ He looked down at the crossword and rubbed his lips together. ‘It must have an ‘e’ in it somewhere, it goes across ‘satchel’ you see.’

He rubs his head in thought but then decides to give it up for now, putting the pen down and pushing his glasses further up his nose.

‘Do you think Googling it would be cheating?’

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Marty chuckled, nodding a little as he glanced over at the other man. "It does seem like it'd be a niche hobby," he agreed, grinning a little. He relaxes back a little then, still thinking over the word.

"How many letters?" He asked then, curiously. The Governor's next words had him chuckling a little. "It may just be if you googled it. But, I'm sure if I cured my curiosity by googling it...it wouldn't be cheating, exactly," Marty told him with an almost sly grin.

He had his phone out then, googling the words. It took a moment but eventually the search came up; creel. "Well, I've found the answer, if you aren't opposed to a little twisting of rules."

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[indyadesai]

“You know, this city has just not made a good first impression” Trixie said as she lifted her drink, a aperol spritz, to her lips. “Between my pillow getting stolen when I was moving in, a mess with getting address and everything changed, and a city wide black out my third week in, it’s like someone’s trying to tell me to go back to Paris” she complained, leaning her elbow on the barhop and putting her head in her hand. “Is New York always like this?”

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Marty frowned at the girl's words, not able to resist a chuckle. "Hopefully you'll give it a chance though," He said after a moment, turning to look at the younger brunette with a smile. "I promise New York isn't all that bad," he told her jovially. "I've been here over twenty years and sure, you get your bad parts. But they can be more than made up for. Hopefully you'll get a better impression of the city once you're here longer," Marty told her with a grin. “Are you originally from Paris?” He asked then, noting her words on the European city. 

[jacqveline]

martyaarons·:

The cab ride back to their apartment felt both slow and fast at the same time. Marty wasn’t sure how, but the tension in the air had been thick. He kept his gaze on Angeline as much as he could and could see the turmoil swirling around just beneath the surface. Whatever had happened was obviously affecting her deeply.

In a matter of moments, they’d entered the building and headed up towards their apartment. Marty keeping a secure and comforting hand on her back as they walked. He frowned once again as she apologised and he shook his head. “About what, darling? You don’t need to apologise,” he told her concisely, before turning to open the door.

He held it open for her, letting her go in first before following and locking it behind them. “You’re worry me a little, Ange,” he told her gently, as he pulled off his coat and hung it up. “Do you want to talk about it?” He offered, turning to find her eyes, gazes connecting. He hoped she could see the love and reassurance within them.

arriving inside their apartment made angeline’s nerves settle ever so slightly, being away from the bustling crowds of hollywood parties did her some good, though, the tension surrounding her was still intense.

following suit, she took off her coat and hung it up, her eyes glancing around the vicinity before catching marty’s gaze. she could sense the emotion there and it made her heart swell, she felt so lucky to have someone who loved her like that. unconditionally.

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Marty followed her into their living room, loosening his tie as he did so. Angeline sat down on the couch and Marty followed suit, though giving her some space. Whatever it was she had to tell him, was serious and Marty didn't want to stifle her.

His eyes focused on her intently as she started to speak. Every word that she said had him growing tense and angry, taking deep breaths to keep himself calm. This wasn't about him but his heart hurt at seeing the woman he loved so hurt.

She had finished speaking and tears tracked down her cheeks; the anger dissipated quickly then. He reached over, tentatively and gently, to cup her face and wipe away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. "You don't have to apologise Angeline. For anything," he whispered to her, his eyes seeking out hers.

For the moment, his own feelings could wait. Clearly what had happened to Angeline had tortured the woman and he hated that she felt like she wasn't able to tell anyone. He was grateful though, that she'd told him. "What happened wasn't your fault. Okay? I'm sorry you had to see him again tonight," Marty told her softly, hands releasing her face, moving down to caress her arms and entwining their hands gently. "You're very strong, Angel. No one should ever have to deal with that."

[avanjoqias]

[chesterbarnsley]

Robin liked spending time on his own, even though it was technically never on his own when he had to have security with him. The joys of being Governor he supposed. Still, he was used to it and at least his security was sitting a few benches away from him.

A few people walked by and recognised him, Robin noticed, but not everyone which was nice. But as he studied his crossword puzzle, his eyebrows twitched in a frown and he looked up from the puzzle and turned to the person sitting next to him.

‘What’s another word for trout basket?’

[martyaaronsarchive]

Marty had been out on a break from Court, deciding to sit along a quieter area as he reviewed some of his files. The case would be easy, a pre-nup in place and evidence of an affair on the husband's part meant an easy settlement. Even if the husband insisted on going to court.

He had been so focused on his files that he'd barely noticed the person sitting a little ways next to him until the other man spoke. He glanced up, brows furrowed a little behind his glasses as he looked him over; recognition striking him. Governor Robin Hughs. Not someone he knew personally, but someone he'd heard of, for sure.

Trout basket. An unusual question, until Marty realised the man was doing a crossword. "Unfortunately, I don't spend much time trout fishing," Marty started jovially. He hadn't the faintest idea what the word could be. He wasn't particularly a man of the wilderness. "Though, now I am curious what it could be." 

[jacqveline]

martyaarons·:

“And I love you,” Marty told her sincerely, clearly seeing she needed the reassurance and comfort of the words. The cab pulled up and he opened the door for her, letting her enter first before sliding in behind her. He gave the address to the driver before turning and putting his entire focus on Angeline.

She started speaking and her words had the worry ramping up inside him. He reached out a hand, to take hers, giving it a comforting squeeze as she spoke. He shook his head. “I’d never think you’re weak, Angel. No matter what you tell me,” he told her, softly, gently. “You can tell me anything Angeline.”

a sense of comfort took over angeline as she heard those words from marty, it wasn’t as if she had ever doubted his love for her, but being reminded of it eased her nerves a bit. she was hoping admitting what happened aloud would free her mind of any guilt she harboured. even if it was just slightly.

she hated causing a scene, but how else would one react to coming close to someone who scarred them so deeply? she knew martin well enough to know he would most likely be supportive, and while she understood marty wasn’t like any other man, she did worry it would, even on a one percent chance, scare him off. she had a habit of turning men off when she opened up about her struggles, but she trusted her fiancé more than she trusted anyone else in the world not to do that.

simply nodding at his words, angeline stayed silent for the rest of the 10 minute cab ride back to their apartment. her mind was in a jumble at that point, words were running through her head and she was planning the best way to just come out with it.

as the taxi pulled up at the curb, angeline handed the driver the money, telling him to keep the change before exiting the car on her side. she made her way to the entrance of the building, leading them into the elevator and up to their apartment. 

it wasn’t until she reached the door of their home, she turned to lock eyes with marty. “i’m sorry about this.”

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The cab ride back to their apartment felt both slow and fast at the same time. Marty wasn't sure how, but the tension in the air had been thick. He kept his gaze on Angeline as much as he could and could see the turmoil swirling around just beneath the surface. Whatever had happened was obviously affecting her deeply.

In a matter of moments, they'd entered the building and headed up towards their apartment. Marty keeping a secure and comforting hand on her back as they walked. He frowned once again as she apologised and he shook his head. "About what, darling? You don't need to apologise," he told her concisely, before turning to open the door.

He held it open for her, letting her go in first before following and locking it behind them. "You're worry me a little, Ange," he told her gently, as he pulled off his coat and hung it up. "Do you want to talk about it?" He offered, turning to find her eyes, gazes connecting. He hoped she could see the love and reassurance within them.

[jacqveline]

martyaarons·:

“Of course. Anything for you darling,” Marty replied, taking her hand and leading her through the party. They made a quick exit through the crowd of people, Marty still frowning as she spoke. Whatever it was must’ve been particularly bad and Marty felt the knot of tension grow in his stomach as they left.

“Whatever it is Angie, you can tell me in your own time,” Marty whispered against her ear as they made their way outside onto the curb, waiting for a cab. He gazed down at her softly, a hand coming up to wipe away the few tears that seemed to have escaped her notice. “I’m always here for you Ange.”

“i love you so much.” angie whispered, pressing her lips against his as they moved outside and towards the curb. the fact the truth was about to tell marty about what happened to her made her nervous, not because she thought he’d be upset at her, she didn’t think that at all, but she didn’t want to show weakness in front of him. 

as a cab pulled up to the curb, she moved towards it quickly, opening the door and sliding the door, leaving the space next to her for him. “please don’t be mad at me. i’ve been worried about telling you what happened… not because i don’t trust you, but because i don’t want you to think i’m weak.”

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"And I love you," Marty told her sincerely, clearly seeing she needed the reassurance and comfort of the words. The cab pulled up and he opened the door for her, letting her enter first before sliding in behind her. He gave the address to the driver before turning and putting his entire focus on Angeline.

She started speaking and her words had the worry ramping up inside him. He reached out a hand, to take hers, giving it a comforting squeeze as she spoke. He shook his head. "I'd never think you're weak, Angel. No matter what you tell me," he told her, softly, gently. "You can tell me anything Angeline."

[jacqveline]

martyaarons·:

Martin frowned, the change in his fiancée was palpable. Even though she spoke, he could tell that her mind was elsewhere. Watching her, he didn’t like what he saw, not at all. She requested to go home and Marty took a sip of his scotch before nodding.

“Of course, Angel. Anything you want,” Marty told her, settling his half empty glass on the table before them and shifting to sit up straighter. A tear had escaped her and suddenly Marty was very worried.

He stood, grabbing his coat and hers, extending his hand to help her up as he watched her carefully. “Are you sure you’re fine?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He could read his fiancée expertly well. 

standing up, angeline followed marty by putting her glass on the table before grabbing her coat from marty. “thank you.” she replied simply, wiping her tear away, buttoning her coat up and reaching for his hand.

“y-yeah… fine. i’ll… tell you later. it’s just… a particular person. i’ll tell you later. i don’t… think i can tell you right now without crying.” she replied honestly, squeezing a little more tightly onto his hand.

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"Of course. Anything for you darling," Marty replied, taking her hand and leading her through the party. They made a quick exit through the crowd of people, Marty still frowning as she spoke. Whatever it was must've been particularly bad and Marty felt the knot of tension grow in his stomach as they left.

"Whatever it is Angie, you can tell me in your own time," Marty whispered against her ear as they made their way outside onto the curb, waiting for a cab. He gazed down at her softly, a hand coming up to wipe away the few tears that seemed to have escaped her notice. "I'm always here for you Ange."

[martyaaronsarchive]

Martin frowned, the change in his fiancée was palpable. Even though she spoke, he could tell that her mind was elsewhere. Watching her, he didn't like what he saw, not at all. She requested to go home and Marty took a sip of his scotch before nodding.

"Of course, Angel. Anything you want," Marty told her, settling his half empty glass on the table before them and shifting to sit up straighter. A tear had escaped her and suddenly Marty was very worried.

He stood, grabbing his coat and hers, extending his hand to help her up as he watched her carefully. "Are you sure you're fine?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He could read his fiancée expertly well. 

[jacqveline]

martyaarons·:

Marty didn’t always get the opportunity to accompany Angeline to events but this was not one of those nights. They’d been at the party for a little while already, Marty having finished his first drink as he chatted with the people around him. It was a surprising eclectic group, not just actors and the like.

He smiled then, when he noticed Angeline coming towards him, smiling as he saw her. She looked gorgeous, as she always did. “I always miss you, darling,” he told her, taking his scotch as she sat down beside him. “Thank you,” he told her, taking a sip.

He chuckled a little at her question, turning to look at her. “It’s been very interesting. There are some very interesting people here,” he noted, grinning a little. “How about you, Angel? Enjoying yourself?“ 

after taking a sip of her gin & tonic as she settled into the spot, angie let a smile spread across her face at marty’s reply. “oh, i’m sure you do, my love.” her words were followed by a light chuckle, her free hand finding the man’s, intertwining their fingers as they sat together.

she listened to him intently, her thumb rubbing over the back of his hand absent-mindedly. “you’re right about that. you get… all sorts of people at things like this… you definitely meet some intriguing or completely different types.” the actress replied casually, bringing the glass to her lips as her eyes scanned the room. 

a familiar figure then caught her eye moving past them, which caused angeline’s heart to drop. her instant reaction was to tense up, and she almost dropped her glass at the realisation of who the person was. a traumatic figure from her past, someone she tried so desperately to free her mind of, and there he was. she should have expected it to happen eventually, they ran in some of the same circles and being hollywood, escaping wasn’t really an option.

angie quickly snapped her attention back towards marty, she offered him a weak smile before her eyes darted back down to the drink in her hand. “it’s been fine. i saw a few friends i hadn’t seen in a while, so you could say that.”

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"Oh, absolutely," he nodded, taking a small sip. "There was a rather interesting fellow I was talking to just before...some kind of internet business he said he was in," Marty mused, nodding along with her words. The man hadn't given his name but had talked about some of his rather unusual hobbies.

His gaze focused back in on Angeline then, though. She'd frozen in her spot, looking as if she'd seen a ghost. Gone was her happy, almost jovial tone from just moments before. His brows furrowed and he glanced from Angeline, out towards the crowd, trying to find the source of her sudden change in mood.

Marty looked back to Angeline then, noting the small smile she gave him and the way she avoided eye contact. Something was wrong, he could feel it immediately. "Old friends are usually nice to see," he commented lightly, taking a sip before deciding to ask. "You okay Angel?" he asked softly, head tilting towards her, so only they could hear. 

[victoria-spenser-blog]

Her hands felt clammy as she looked up at the imposing building. Tori couldn’t even begin to understand why she was here, let alone explain that sentiment to someone else. She wasn’t wearing a rose-coloured glass and expecting the encounter to go in a positive manner. This wasn’t a Disney production where the father would jump in joy and recognise his daughter- not that she’d ever appreciate such extreme display of emotion. Too much of anything was a huge no in her books. But as she took a brave step inside, she knew that though a major part of her would brush of this entire encounter as an act of curiosity, there was this tiny hidden whisper of hope still existing somewhere, hope that of her two parents, atleast one wouldn’t be a failure- even if the said one did not know about her existence.

She had done her homework, googled his name and firm, even went so far as to set an appointment so as to not have that awkward argument with the receptionist but now as she was nearing this uncertain reality, Tori was completely petrified. 

She had no time to process the emotion as the man in the front desk promptly asked for her name and purpose. Nodding at the fact that she had an appointment, she was asked to wait there for a few minutes before he pointed her in the direction of Marty’s office.

She could back out anytime, run away and let their lives run it’s normal course, but there was this urge to seek something- answer, validation, her own self? she couldn’t say. As she took a deep breath and pushed the door open, completely forgetting to knock and stumbled in, she only hoped he wouldn’t actually charge her for the meeting.

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[martyaaronsarchive]

Marty was focused as he worked on some documents. He knew he had a meeting set up, his assistant Trisha had informed him it was soon but he wasn't sure when she'd last come in. When he'd sent her off for lunch, possibly. So, as the door to his office opened, he barely looked up, expecting it to be Trisha.

"Back from lunch already?" He started, speaking jovially. "My next meeting is soon, isn't it? Would you mind getting me another coffee before then please, Trisha?" He asked, finishing off his typing and finally looking up. He startled a little when he realised it was a young woman that was definitely not Trisha, his assistant.

"Ah. Sorry about that, Miss...." he trailed off, standing then as he adjusted his glasses. "I thought you were my assistant. Is there something I can help you with?" He asked, hands settling on his hips. 

[jacqveline]

another night, another party… it was typical for angeline, though, she wasn’t much of a fan of them, but it came with being a hollywood actress. luckily for her, she had martin there with her, he always made her feel secure, and if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have shown up at all. 

while she liked socialising, she much preferred staying in with a good book and a glass of wine. she knew where she’d rather be at that point in the night.

walking back to where marty was seated with two glasses in her hands, the blonde had a smile on her face, it was instantaneous every time she saw her husband to be. “and i’m back. miss me?” she joked as she approached the man, handing his scotch to him before sitting down in the space next to him. “how’s your night so far? talk to anyone interesting?” // closed starter for @martyaarons

[martyaaronsarchive]

Marty didn't always get the opportunity to accompany Angeline to events but this was not one of those nights. They'd been at the party for a little while already, Marty having finished his first drink as he chatted with the people around him. It was a surprising eclectic group, not just actors and the like.

He smiled then, when he noticed Angeline coming towards him, smiling as he saw her. She looked gorgeous, as she always did. "I always miss you, darling," he told her, taking his scotch as she sat down beside him. "Thank you," he told her, taking a sip.

He chuckled a little at her question, turning to look at her. "It's been very interesting. There are some very interesting people here," he noted, grinning a little. "How about you, Angel? Enjoying yourself?" 

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TEXT: martin

Angeline: good good. i'm glad you're safe.

Angeline: i'm okay. i was at a bar, my friends had just left but hopefully i can go home soon.

Angeline: if you're still seeing ashleigh, tell her i said hi.

Marty: I'm glad you were inside at least. Hopefully your friends didn't get caught in the storm.

Marty: I'll make sure she's okay. And probably take her home. But I will. I'm sure she'll want to come over for dinner sometime soon.

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TEXT: martin

Angeline: honey, are you okay?

Angeline: where are you?

Marty: I'm fine, love. Got stuck in an elevator on my way to meet Ashleigh.

Marty: What about you? You okay?

[eviee-james]

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“It’s fine,” Marty told her with a bit of a chuckle, stepping forward to take his food and drink. “It’s the pitfall of celebrity, rumors. I can understand a little,” Marty continued, smiling over at the young woman. It was very obvious the woman was a celebrity of some kind, though Marty wasn’t sure of what exactly. “Though, you may want to learn to recognise when an ‘immediate response’ isn’t the best one,” he told her. 

“I pretty much have it done. I’ve suffered these rumours for four years now. But some are a little more… testing than others. But I appreciate the advice all the same.” Unwanted advice was something that Evie hated but for some reason, the tone in which the man was delivering it didn’t seem to be in a condescending way, so she was quite happy to take it and converse.

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Marty nodded at her words. He couldn't help but wonder a moment what it was she was famous for. She looked vaguely familiar but Marty certainly wasn't sure where he recognised her from. "Rumors are a rather tricky thing to combat. Even if you don't have any sort of celebrity," Marty concluded with a nod. "I'm no publicist, but as far as I've seen, the best way to deal with that kind of thing, tends to be not to even acknowledge it."