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milafms:

“a pity drink?” mila repeated, left eyebrow raised at the choice of words. “respect me,” she sternly stated, eyes meeting his. maxwell probably already knew how proud the young woman was. so, naturally, she wouldn’t let anyone and especially not a lennox disrespect her like that. “so if anyone asks, just say it’s none of their business, yeah?” she continued as she placed her brand new dior purse on the dirty counter next to her. it was almost painful to watch such an expensive item tainted by filth. but she took a mental note of asking the maid to clean it for her once she’d go back home. “you know, maxwell. if you’re so tired of listening to me flirt with these people, maybe you should leave. i’m sure you can find a place that will welcome you. there’s a dumpster in the back, you should go and check it out, i’m sure you’ll love it there.”

respect. as velvety lips formed the word — maxwell watched as her demeanor changed. the command was strict. growing up, it was all about demanding respect. the golden rule of treating people the way you’d like to be treated was not once counseled, which made for a poorly behaved, spoiled prick. so while he never took kindly to being told what to do, a twitch at the corner of his lips molded into a reverent grin. it wasn’t every day that somebody stood up to him. perhaps that was why he enjoyed mila’s company from time to time. even if he’d never outwardly admit it. “ feisty today, are we? ” a visible cringe crossed hardened features as she placed the purse onto the slimy bartop. “ solid burn — been sitting on that one for a while, yeah? fortunately for you i’ve been buzzed for about 48 hours which makes me emotionally indestructible. besides, can’t leave now. i’m already invested into pestering you for the night.”

#✞ — interaction.#milafms

blairvdm:

pout of disappointment stretched blair’s lips downwards once the bartender disappeared from her area of vision . face turns to maxwell once she hears him talking to her , fauxed sorrow evident on her face as she just got rejected . “ my lover has just broken my heart . “ she says defeated , eyes squinting in a fake cry , before she breaks in a chuckle . a glass with scotch was offered to her lips while she listened to her brother-in law’s analytics and a thoughtful ‘ hmm ‘ vibrated through her lips . “ i’m ready to go in with a hundred that as soon as i unbutton this shirt he’ll start sweating . “ the blonde takes max on his offer , lips pursing in thought . “ or should i just flirt with him more subtebly ? what do you think ? what do you guys even like ? “ she scoffs with a roll of her eyes , before downing the ordered beverage .

the entirety of the sebastian - blair relationship was intriguing to him. never quite sure as to how or why they were together. the whole thing smelled suspicious, but probably due to lack of caring.. maxwell never seriously questioned it. ever only in jest. letting his lips linger on the glass for a moment of thought, he’d take in a small sip once he found his answer. “ see, it all depends. ” he grappled with the options. “ subtleties are all good and well if you’re playing the long game. leaving your number on a napkin and letting him watch you walk away before he’s even got the chance to attempt seduction — he knows he in for the long haul. which can be quite exhilarating. ” he mused before swiftly changing his tune. “ but there’s nothing like someone who knows what they want, and when they want it. and since we’re betting on time, well.. ”

#✞ — interaction.#blairvdm #sdfghkl *wagers entire bank account*#*loses*

hubrlstic:

maxwells words cause julian to eye him with a strange look . despite the mocking tone he couldn’t quite tell if max was actually serious . “ yeah . goals and shit . ” he hummed as if that was all soccer was … well it was at times . “ didn’t know you liked older men , max. ” he nods as if coming to terms with that knowledge . “ scientifically , drinking scotch makes you 50 years older . so i don’t know about that . ”

for once, it wasn’t his intention to offend julian. if anything, he was surely jealous ( gasp ) of the fact that he was actually doing something productive for fun. max’s idea of fun consisted of being halfway in the bag during town council meetings, and swiping his amex for sport. “ older men, older women. they’re more refined. it can be quite refreshing. ” flashing the other a mischievous glare before finishing off the drink in question. “ is that right? guess i’ll fit right in with my target demographic of middle aged soccer stars. but — “ the lennox slammed the glass down to the counter. “ can’t argue with science. what do you suggest i drink instead, oh wise one?”

#✞ — interaction.#hubrlstic

mackenzielnx:

“aw, i’m glad that your escapades are mutually beneficial.” she teased, a grin on mac’s face as she clinked her glass against his, watching in amusement as her brother downed its contents. there was a kind of comfort in knowing that she wasn’t the only one who could effortlessly consume spirits. “be nice, maxy.” mackenzie chided, knowing if anyone heard them heralding the death of a gossip blogger, it would be bad press for the entire lennox clan. “well, you know me — always drinking to cope. do you think the demontfort’s will take me in when dad inevitably turns my bedroom into a crisis room?”

“ nice? do you know me at all? ” jokes, of course. mackenzie knew the real him better than most. she’d grown up in the whirlwind of it all. at base level — misunderstood masked by dark humor and flashy clothing. they all had their own troubles, but the youngest lennox’s seemed the most wounding. she was cast aside as the boys were treated like kings. it simply wasn’t right. at the mention of their father, he couldn’t help but to let out a long winded groan. “ well, the demontforts will likely have a spare bedroom once seb and blair make it officially official. ” another joke. “ besides, dear ol’ dad wouldn’t do that. i’ve already tried to convince him on multiple occasions that the house is bugged. i think he’s actually starting to believe me — so if anything he’ll have an underground bunker dug into the property. though i don’t think mom would like that very much. “

#✞ — interaction.#mackenzielnx

lilysvb:

Lilliane had just finished a shoot, a shoot she didn’t even want to be a part of to being with, but of course obligations were there. Walking out of the building she looked around the area, not quite sure where she was, but she saw a large BAR sign in shining lights. Walking in she saw a familiar face, one she was very surprised to see. “Was coming to find the shithole I see in front of me” she joked obviously. Sliding into the seat next to him, “I had a shoot down the street and I needed tequila. What about you?” she asked before asking the bartender for two shots.

lips parted in preparation to protest her quip, but he couldn’t even begin to pretend to come up with a suitable argument. after all, he was a pretty shit human. or at least that’s what he portrayed to the general public. “ so it’s going to be that kind of night. double shot of tequila before 5pm. i approve. ” he raised his glass to hers. “ me? oh, you know. drinking to cope with an existential crisis. the usual. “

#✞ — interaction.#lilysvb #asdfgfgh no worries babe!

scbastianl:

the two lennox brothers at the same place , truly a rare right for the public eye , considering the boys don’t even speak to each other as much . perhaps it’s because of how different they are from one another , or maybe because of them being pinned against each other by their father ever since they were born , but there truly was a tension in the surrounding air .” i think it’s pretty obvious what i’m doing here , don’t you think ” sebastian said as he slightly shook the glass he was holding in one of his hands . “ you seem awfully delightful today. ”

maxwell couldn’t quite put his finger on the exact time and place he started feeling — for lack of a better phrase — some type of way about his brother. but, just looking at him. the way he carried himself like an asinine clone of their father.. left a terrible taste in his mouth. deep down ( like way deep down ), the elder lennox knew that it wasn’t entirely sebastian’s fault. they were raised this way. but one brother decided to play follow the leader, while the other attempted to deviate from the path as much as humanly possible. “ aw, you really think so? ” a condescending grin spread across his lips. “ honestly, bud — you’re killing my vibe. don’t you have any exams to study for? hot date with blair? ”

#✞ — interaction.#scbastianl

blairvdm:

there were not many things blair learned from her mother - etiquette , proper manners and abc’s were all taught to her by nannies or private teachers . however , one thing she managed to catch and keep dear from her mother was that there was not a stronger medicine for a turbulent day than a nice glass of whatever spirit the bartender offered . so , when she watched max almost lose his marbles , like the good sister-in law she was , the demontfort heir knew just the right thing to do . bring her friend to a place where nobody knew his name .. or at least did not care enough for it . “ people would usually apologize on his behalf , “ she muses , offering her own glass of scotch to her lips . “ but i can’t help but agree . you’re too cute to be working here . “

a mixture of perplexity and insecurity made itself known in the barkeep’s features — probably unsure if the leggy blonde was actually serious or not. he quickly wiped things down before scurrying away to the other end of the bar. and that’s when maxwell shifted his attention onto the demontfort girl. “ well.. shit, bee. we’ve scared ‘em off. i suggest slow sips. he wont have the courage to make his way back over here for at least another— “ he glanced down at the gaudy watch adorning his wrist. “ seventeen minutes. i’d even be willing bet on it. ” if there was one thing the lennox man loved, it was a good old fashioned wager.

#✞ — interaction.#blairvdm

milafms:

“Shh” she whispered, placing a finger against her glossy lips. “they’re not supposed to know that,” she playfully retorted. heels clicked against the old wooden floor as she moved closer to him and completely ditched the old man she was previously talking to. a hey young lady, don’t leave me so fast was shouted towards her, though she didn’t pay much attention to the words nor did she waste her time giving him an answer. He had had enough of her time for now. her hand wrapped around the strawberry basil mojito maxwell paid for her before she raised it to her lips and took a sip. “thank you,” she offered him a smile. “if i knew insulting you would get me a free drink, i would’ve done this earlier,” she teased. maybe this wasn’t the best idea to converse with a lennox in a public place — one that gathered locals who seemed to have nothing better to do than gossip. so when two children from rival families who happened to be prime suspects in the murder of a man ended up in the same bar, this was not going to be unnoticed. mila was certain of it. chocolate orbs focusing on his, mila let her manicured fingers play with the collar of his shirt as she spoke. “why would you want to know? do i owe you an after party, sir?”

“ please. if you intend on actually hurting my feelings, you’ll have to dig a hell of a lot deeper. if anyone asks it was a pity drink. can’t let the locals conspire otherwise. maxwell lennox bought mila alvarez-montgomery a mojito — the scandal. ” raising his glass as well as a groomed brow, the man took a quick survey of the room. most eyes were on them. obviously. but who could blame ‘em? as if their families weren’t already the talk of the town.. pile on a murder. just making sure to keep things spicy in monterey. seriously though. somebody call ryan seacrest and give these people their kardashian reality show moment. max let his attention shift back. swiftly bringing a hand up to meet slender digits that toyed with the shirt collar, an impish glare washed over his features. “ you owe me nothing. i was simply curious as to how long i’d have to endure listening to you flirt with the barflies this evening. ”

#✞ — interaction.#milafms

taylafm:

dealing with paparazzi trying to take unflattering pictures and asking indiscreet questions about her life was something that tayla always had to deal with , even before her modeling career . that was the price to pay for being adopted by such a famous family . but after christopher matthew's death , the paparazzi seemed more insistent and determined than to take a little bit of the information of the youngest vasquez - butera . so , instead of going to one of her favorite clubs , tayla decided to go to a place where no one would find her . no one except max , of course . ❛ i'm trying to lay low , so if you can keep it cool , i would appreciate it , ❜ said , taking another sip of her drink . as soon as the bartender finished serving him , tayla turned to him for the first time . ❛ what about you ? ❜

“ tayla vasquez-butera is that YOU ?! ” his heavy tone booming through the dive bar. wherever tayla went, paparazzi seemed to come in clusters. he couldn’t blame her, but it was particularly inconvenient — especially now. the whole christopher matthew situation was sticky. information was locked up air tight. even for him. so, when the press seemed to think he knew more than he was letting on, flipping them the bird was the only feasible option. “ oh, you know. in the wise words of the grinch — wallowing in self pity, staring into the abyss. ” he lit up with a grin reserved only for her. “ seriously though. my father said there’s nothing to worry about. but wouldn’t that make you more suspicious that there actually IS something to worry about? fucking hell. i’m starting to sound like one of those tin hat theorists. ”

#✞ — interaction.#taylafm

hubrlstic:

julian couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he took note of the state maxwell arrived in , not that it was that out of the ordinary . he did have a habit of looking a bit more extra than the rest . “ maxi pad . ” he greets as he turns towards him just slightly , “ thought i’d see what the rest of the town had to offer . ” he jokes shoulders lifting in a nonchalent shrug before taking a slow look around as if he hadn’t gotten around to realizing what a shithole it actually was . “ they say to avoid hangover you just keep drinking and i have a game with the boys tomorrow . ” he tells max as he takes a swig of his beer , not quite as refined as his new company which choice of alcohol he couldn’t help but shake his head at . “ scoth ? when you gonna pull that fucking stick out of your ass ? ”

scanning julian’s posture as he nursed his beer — what the fuck, by the way — maxwell couldn’t help let out a pompous chuckle. he was never a sports kind of guy. besides, his father never would’ve let him ‘waste time on silly things’. it wasn’t max’s fault he had a tendency to sit on a high horse. he had daddy lennox to thank for that. “ oh, right.. the boys. shooting goals and all that. can’t relate. but hey — introduce me to the team, would’ya? love a man in uniform. ” mocking in tone as he twirled the liquid in his glass. “ it’s called class, jules. if there was a stick up my ass i’d be drinking fucking vermouth. ”

#✞ — interaction.#hubrlstic

milafms:

What was she doing here? That was a good question. This was nothing like the lavish places she tended to go to. These felt safer than this old bar. Staying here almost made her feel dirty however it was the only place she knew she wouldn’t see a familiar face. Or at least, she thought she knew. Leaning against the counter, Mila was flirting with a random man — the first one she had come across. She looked out of place and truly she was out of the man’s league yet here she was, flirting for the simple satisfaction of getting free drinks. Of course, everyone knew she could afford an alcoholic cocktail but it wasn’t about money. It was about power. Making people do whatever she wanted just to give them hopes of getting her home. Ew! She would never let that happen. But playing with the locals was one of her favorite past time. The familiar face, however, changed the scenario she had planned out for the day. Brown eyes landing on Maxwell. “I could ask you the same thing but you fit right in.”

tongue grazing his teeth as she spoke, he offered a smug grin in return for her little dig. “ careful, doll. ‘least i’m not toying with the townies. ” maxwell knew that she certainly wasn’t low on cash to spend on a cocktail for two. it was a game. but, he’d turn the tables. motioning for the bartender, he requested mila’s beverage of choice and slid it toward her. “ drink up. ” sure, the place was crawling with the local scum — certainly not up to par with their typical digs, but he figured it’d be a bit of a getaway from all of the bullshit going on around them. as his eyes lingered for just a moment too long on the brunette’s features, it was apparent he’d not found his escape. “ so — my sworn enemy — what’s on for tonight? hoping this place is just your idea of a pregame. any alternative would be too humiliating. ”

#✞ — interaction.#milafms

mackenzielnx:

“well, i figured it’s only a matter of time before seb attempts to blacklist me from cibo, so i’m exploring my watering hole options.” the fact that mackenzie wasn’t even able to legally drink was far past the point of questioning. though she wasn’t proud to admit it, max had certainly seen her pilfering from the lennox liquor cabinet — she always attempted to keep her exploits from making front page news, at least. placing an order for a gin & tonic at the bar, she swivelled in her seat to face max. “now, are we drinking to celebrate something, or are we drinking to cope with something?” it was a touch of dark humour, but not out of the realm of possibility. combined, the lennox siblings had enough problems that an open bar wouldn’t even suffice to help them drink it all away.

with a brazen scoff, maxwell shook his head. PLEASE — as if sebastian had more influence over him when it comes to who gets blacklisted from his favorite spots. “ at this point i think i’ve hooked up with all of the bouncers at cibo. no need to worry, mac. ” lifting the dark liquid to his lips, the brunette practically downed the entire thing in one go. “ well, that depends. are we celebrating the sudden death of a lonely blogger? or coping with the fact that everyone seems to have something to hide? ”

#✞ — interaction.#mackenzielnx

“dick. ” he cursed aloud -- but it was unclear whether he was talking about the confidential email he’d just read over from his fathers’ secretary, or the driver of the fucking honda civic that nearly took him out in the middle of the street. to be fair.. could’ve been both. still donning a pair of tinted frames as he barreled into the nearest dimly lit tavern he could find, in need of a little hair of the dog that bit him the night before. “ scotch. neat. ” more of a demand than anything. “ ah, ” his green hues peered out from behind the sunglasses. “ what are you doing in this shithole? ” he quickly turned back to the bartender who had just poured his drink. max crinkled his nose as if in place of an apology. “ no offense, but i mean.. ” @montereystarts

#monterey.start #sdfghj wow ki a starter in a bar #feel free to take them to another setting LMAO

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