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orion.
his dimple appeared in his cheek at the nickname, burying his face against her shoulder in a hug despite the sweaty bodies around them shoving them even closer together. he let her loosen his grip around her, laughing loudly at her words and shaking his head. “not tryin’ to get frisky… tryin’ to forget,” he huffed, knowing she’d probably understand what he meant if she wasn’t so wasted already. he hummed at her question, rolling his eyes a bit but giving her a nod nonetheless. “would i have come over here if i wasn’t planning on it?” he questioned, sliding his arms into a better position around her & holding her close while he began moving with her to the beat of the music.
she doesn’t try to get any answers out of him. they’re at a club, she’s super drunk and she really wouldn’t be able to hear everything he said anyways. forgetting meant not speaking about it, so she was going to help him do just that. ❝ forgetting is my expertise! ❞, she cooed. for a moment, milan hiccuped before she’s catching her breath as his arms moved down around her. ❝ dunno! maybe if you were a crazy. ❞, the brunette drawled before she began to move her hips to the music. it was always easy for her to dance; always easy for her body to naturally find the beat. ❝ c’mon, you can dance better than this. show me what you got. ❞, milan taunted.
tallulah.
✕ ° ░ 。 – alright, i have two suggestions. we either go to cinnabon or do the cinnamon challenge. your choice. although, i’d rather fuck around with the cinnamon challenge.
❝ we will literally die if we do the cinnamon challenge. but fine, let’s do that. but only if you make me chocolate milk after to heal my poor throat. ❞
orion.
it wasn’t like orion to get drunk at a club — he was a clingy drunk, and someone who was clumsy enough whilst sober without the influence of alcohol… and him being on his own probably wasn’t the best of ideas. he just needed to let loose for a while, though; with ilyas constantly reminding him that they weren’t together, he needed something to take his mind off of his relationship drama. his brain was fuzzy already, after drinking a few too many fruity cocktails at the bar, he finally gave in to the music pounding through the room and let his lanky body stumble onto the dance floor, moving with the rhythm on his own until his green eyes found a familiar face in the dimly lit crowd. “milan!!” he called out over the music as he moved over to her, grinning from ear to ear as he wrapped his arms around his friend. “god, babe, i’m so glad to see you.”
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milan would argue that she did not have an alcohol problem, however this is the third time in the past week that she was at the club and drunk. she had downed a few shots and pretty drinks, now being completely wrapped up in the movement of the crowd. she was always dancing with random people, not really caring who they were. that’s why she didn’t really pay attention when arms were being wrapped around her. but then, glossy eyes are glancing up as she’s giggling when she realized who it was. ❝ hey, you big sloth! you’re killin’ me! ❞, she teased with a loud laugh as she pried his arms a bit looser around her. ❝ didn’t know you were trying to get frisky tonight. ❞, she cooed before she’s smiling again and it’s so obvious that she’s beyond drunk. ❝ gonna dance with me, my pretty boy? ❞, she purred.
kala.
“dance with me,” the blonde whispers and before the other can object, she’s rising to her stiletto clad feet, leaving her drink to be forgotten at the bar. instinctively, kala reaches out to grasp the others hand as she leads them towards the dance floor, the scent of sweat and alcohol flooding her nostrils. she squeezes them in between the masses of people as the bass echoes throughout the speakers, cerulean orbs meeting the others as her hips begin to sway in time to the music, one of her shoulders rolling slowly. kala moves against the other like clockwork, brushing her hips and her limbs against theirs before she’s loosely wrapping her arm around their shoulders to bring them closer. one leg moves in between theirs and a smirk tugs at her pretty pink lips. she leans in to whisper in their ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin of their earlobe. “wanna get out of here?”
milan loved being out. she loved being at a club and she loved everything about the atmosphere. she loved the loud music and how thick the air was around her; she loved the way her alcohol glowed under the lights and the way she stools spun beneath her. one thing milan loves more than a club, however, is when a hot blonde is pulling her away and into the crowd. she isn’t shy about when she’s attracted to someone; hell, she would admit to anyone that she was a huge fan of kala rahar. her straightened dark locks are flowing past her shoulders and rocking as she moved to the music. she’s focused on the figure before her and it’s evidently for a reason as the blonde is leaning up to speak into her ear. easily, milan’s hands moved to her back and slowly moved down over her ass for a moment. ❝ please. ❞, she breathed because she’s drunk and flooded with w a n t.
tallulah.
✕ ° ░ 。 – we can always see, right? agreed though. it could be something like cinnamon leather.
❝ that made me think of cinnamon and now i really want cinnamon. get me something that’s cinnamon, please. ❞
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belle.
“it was a rough scene, i’m not crying, well, not in a bad way.”
❝ you mean you were crying in the scene because it was good or you’re actually crying because you hated the scene? ❞
matt.
‘ do you ever get given like a really weird scene? like something so weird that you just internally make question marks? ’ nudging his glasses up his nose, matty looked up to the person in front of him; eyes drifting away from his script.
❝ all the time. it’s always the minor details of it that make no sense to me. like once i was supposed to pretend like i was practicing a cheer routine while i was naked in the backyard; and then a random friend of my alleged dad was supposed to walk out and see me? ❞ she cocked her head to the side for a moment. ❝ what does yours say? ❞
tallulah.
✕ ° ░ 。 – i don’t know. i think i’ll look awful. no one can pull of that fabulous hairstyle like you can. are you serious? that name is awful.
❝ it might look cute! that’s a great compliment, thank you. don’t be so judgmental! i think it’s nice. it definitely could be worse. ❞
ilyas.
“bullies blame other people for their mistakes, bully. you’re boring. that’s like, poisoning, i’m never eating anything you give me. green beans? really? green beans are great”
❝ that’s not what a bully is! use a dictionary. i’m not boring. it is not poisoning! it’s delicious and you’re in denial about it. i’m not big on green beans, but cum is better. ❞
tallulah.
✕ ° ░ 。 – oh, okay. i get it now. that confused the fuck ‘outta me for a second there. but, hell yeah, let’s try it. just try not to burn off my hair, okay? oh, you’re such a liar, milan. tallulah kinky sounds horrible and you know it.
❝ i won’t burn your hair off! i think it’ll be funny. it might work and then maybe you’ll look great with kinky curly hair, or it might look awful. i never lie! i think it sounds beautiful. ❞
maisie.
new star industries was certainly filled with the most gorgeous people that maisie has had the privilege to be around, and have sex with for that matter. milan was certainly a delight, and maisie didn’t protest as she was pushed back onto the bed, completely in the mindset of her role. “fuck, yes of course,” she breathed out, her breath hitching as the other woman’s tongue rolled over her clit. maisie’s hands gripped the comforter of the bed and she moaned softly, bucking her hips up slightly.
her hands continued to move over maisie’s thighs, nails lightly dragging over her skin as her tongue flicked over her clit. she kept her eyes up on the blonde, aware of the cameras as they moved around to view her face as she licked at the other female. when the camera is moving back, she arched her back to give the camera full display of her ass while her tongue rolled down inside of her then back to her clit.
ilyas.
“you’re gonna be the one who does it, stop blaming me. bully. no, and i plan not to, normal vodka is ace to me. alright, tell me things you like in your mouth less than cum”
❝ i’m not a bully! still gonna blame you. normal vodka is boring. i’m going to make you a drink with the whip cream vodka one day and you’re going to think it’s a great dessert. alcohol, greenbeans, bagels, pie, icecream ( not soft serve though ), goldfish crackers, jelly, do i need to keep going? ❞
tallulah.
✕ ° ░ 。 – you better or i will be very very sad. and i would dedicate my years just to help you get the vomit out of your hair, i promise. wait, an actual pencil to fake curls or like an eyebrow pencil? how is that even possible? kinky is my middle name.
❝ well i can’t have you getting sad!!! that’s the sweetest thing i have ever heard. you’re way ahead of yourself. you wrap a piece of hair around a pencil then put the straightened over it to basically curl it but curl it super kinky tight. tallulah kinky. rings nicely. ❞
ilyas.
“you’re the one who drank too much, and then asked for advice, the only person who’s fault it is–is yours, pal. No, people who get drunk on that have the tastebuds of a pre-teen. who likes the taste of cum in their mouth anymore than the taste of regular vodka?”
❝ you’re the one suggesting i just keep drinking. have you ever tasted the whip cream vodka? mix that with some other stuff and it’s fucking delicious. i like the taste of cum in my mouth more than a lot of things. ❞