just like heaven

[miss-monica]

Her lips spread into a smile before she introduced herself. “Monica.” She offered the brunette her arm, ready to escort her to the bar where they’d be able to chat much more comfortably. “And your name? Something that matches your beauty, I assume.”

[nezoid]

[miss-monica]

nezoid:

megmpearson:

“#AubreyPlaza calling Drag Queen Bingo for Choice in support PPLA #standwithpp”

[miss-monica]

“Hm... I mean, sometimes the sex is pretty awful. The older they are, usually the more mediocre it is. Well, except for Alexandre, I remember--” she suddenly paused, a mischievous smile coming onto her face. “Nevermind. Wouldn’t want to make you blush. But yeah, that part’s pretty bad sometimes. Although I now have an age limit with clients and make my own rules these days, so I can’t complain about much.”

[miss-monica]

task #001; monica reyes

cherry red

Red is an incredibly strong color. It is a noticeable color that is often used on signs for signaling caution or warning. It also evokes a strong sense of passion, lust, sex, energy, blood and war. Monica Reyes is certainly a force to be reckoned with, and those not used to her willpower and liveliness may often finds themselves proceeding with caution when it comes to being around her. She has no shame in her sexuality and the lust people associate with her, and instead utilizes this natural aura to her benefit. But she is not all sex and lust-- Monica has an energy and passion for life and its adventures that not all people understand. She dives into fascinating endeavors and tries to pull others into her realm of adventure, excited to make anyone happy and see through the eccentric lens she often views life through. The blood and war aspects of red can easily be tied to her past, but also her future. Monica has been through a childhood not many could make it through, but not only did she survive her past, she thrives in the new life she’s built over time. She is certainly a warrior. Cherry red in its specificity describes certain qualities of Monica: like the cherry’s unique colour, she is enticing and rich in personality, though with a slight mysterious smokiness tinging her. She can range from very sweet and pleasing to suddenly tart or bitter. Like the pit in the middle of a cherry, there is something to be found in Monica only those who dig deep enough can discover.

[miss-monica]

“I might’ve considered that shit when I was just starting out and needed the money, but I like to think I have a little more class now,” Monica shook her head, attempting to wipe the grin off her face but mostly failing. The nonchalant response to her name definitely didn’t help either. “I don’t know, Jewel might be more fun under the sheets than Monica,” she teased lightly. “But Monica would love to grab coffee with you, if that’s something you’re into.”

[miss-monica]

n'aie pas peur (allez viens) | monica & jean

[miss-monica]

“I have to agree with you on that one- it’s probably why I don’t fear living life maybe a little too carelessly,” she says with short chuckle, shaking her head and looking out at the beautiful view the balcony offers. The impermanence of even the scene splayed out before them hits her suddenly, and she has to look away, her intense gaze back on Jean-Jacques. “Good old Las Vegas, Nevada. As classy as it gets.” She’s clearly joking, though there’s nothing really amusing to her about the past life in Vegas that she can so easily recall.

[miss-monica]

"Oh, God, I could go on forever," Monica said as she threw her head back and laughed. "Okay, so I've been asked to literally nurse a guy who probably had mommy issues-- that one I had to decline. But one of my favourite requests that I actually took was this guy who I guess was classically educated, because he wanted me to pretend to be a Fury, you know, from Greek myth? And I had a whip and everything and I was supposed to punish him for his crimes. He was speaking Greek too, I couldn't understand shit. It was wild." Her laughter had died down and she shook her head at the memory before focusing her smoldering gaze on Lilly again. "Monica-- or Jewel, depending on if you're paying me or not." A lazy, amused smirk graced her lips.

[miss-monica]

"You have no idea," Monica said with a grin that almost seemed to be trying too hard to be genuinely impish. She would refrain from elaborating on these bad experiences-- of course, in the business, as other girls had told her then, it took dedication and thick-skin. Monica had had both, and thus made it where many did not. "Thank god for security, then. Drunks are the worst, and I will walk out on any client that gets too drunk to reason with and keep my money." Her expression had gone quite somber, as this stranger had no idea just how much she despised alcohol's negative effects.

[miss-monica]

"It's not easy when you start off," she agreed, remembering her own days just entering the business and barely making any money with pretty terrible clients. "But it's like any profession, really. To make the good moneys and get people to want you over anyone else, you have to work hard at building a good reputation."

[dailyactress]

[miss-monica]

Though Monica’s profession required her to be flirtatious and fascinating to keep the clients coming back, she somehow managed to be both quite effortlessly in her everyday life as well. She was not new to receiving attention from strangers, good or bad, and she liked to keep them on their toes either way. “Well, in that case, maybe we should grab drinks at the bar down the street and I’ll keep doing my best to hold your interest.”

[miss-monica]

"Now a stroll along the shore I can do, but I feel like I'd be the one to fall into a canal and look like dumbass." Monica snorted before taking another drag of her cigarette. "Really? I should've guessed, you're outfit's cute and definitely unique. I may have to drop by sometime and have you help me put together a new wardrobe."

[miss-monica]

“I just don’t think I could do the whole water canals thing-- I’m not fond of  living on the ocean,” Monica sighed, flicking ash onto the ground carefully. “What do you do, then?”

[miss-monica]

“Is that a bad thing?” Monica inquired rather audaciously, unable to stop the smile that came onto her face. “I get that a lot, but it’s still always nice to hear. Especially from pretty women.” A smirk. Monica liked that the brunette wasn’t as flustered or shy as many were around her.

[miss-monica]

“It’s hard not to have a good time when these guys take you to the parties and places they take me,” she admitted with a chuckle. “It could really be worse.”

[miss-monica]

“Go for it-- I am now the proud owner of a shit ton of nice underwear,” Monica encouraged, shameless in the admission. That was a huge perk of the job-- she made great money and didn’t have to actually work outside of escorting because of it. It paid her bills, and even bought certain luxuries. At the blonde’s look of complete disgust, Monica couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Kind of, yeah. But not much easily grosses me out, obviously, so I’m not that bothered.” She sighed, one last chuckle coming out before she focused intently on her conversational partner. “Definitely.” She flashed her pearly whites. “So, what’s your name, blondie?”

[miss-monica]

“I think it’s funny that you and I both hear very different screams on a daily basis,” Monica grinned.