margo fox.

"cause i'm damned if i do & damned if i don't. so here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road." margo fox // BLOODSUCKER. 109. RETURNED JANUARY 2019. "& i'm ready to suffer & i'm ready to hope. it's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat."

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jacktxylor‌:

“No, but I’ll definitely end it if you have sex in my hot tub,” he said with a laugh. “The last thing I need is to be cleaning condoms out that aren’t even mine,” Jack pointed out with a smirk, letting her finish the margaritas. He leaned back against the counter, watching the liquid whir as she spoke. 

“Oh come on, you know you’re not my type. I prefer them short and cute, you’re tall and sassy,” Jack laughed, rolling his eyes as he salted the rims of the glasses and set them down next to the blender. He didn’t really care if she thought he was love struck, because he was. Not that he’d admit it out loud. “Well, we’ve been on a few dates. Four to be exact. She’s pretty great, honestly.”

“Rude, Jack. Really rude. If I had a hot tub, I would let you have sex in it. Because that’s what friends do.” Well, that’s what Margo did. But then, she had a tendency to treat people like she’d known them much, much longer than she actually had. She picked up the blender and poured the frozen mixture into the salted glasses.

“I will have you know that I’m fucking adorable. But, fine, have it your way. If you need to convince yourself that you’re not into hilarious women with long legs so that you can hang onto your monogamy, then who am I to shine a light on your delusion?” Margo nudged the other glass toward Jack. “Four dates, hm? Cheers, then. That’s more quality time than the girls get on 'The Bachelor' so there must be love in the air.”

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alba-ortiz‌:

Alba smiled. “Afraid of a little suburbia? Don’t be. We’ve got block parties, cute little bakeries, bingo …” She propped herself against the edge of the bench, used to the influx of newcomers after nearly two years here. “Vagabond huh? Where you’ve been?”

Margo made a face. “You had me at parties, but you lost me in the middle there.” Bakeries & bingo? Margo might be pushing 110 this year, but that didn’t mean she needed to act like it. “Grew up in 1920′s NYC and then saw it all. Name a continent and I’ve been to it. And - before you ask - yes, even Antarctica.”

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avery-carterwate‌:

“I shouldn’t like the sound of that as much as I do.” Avery chuckled, looking down at the dress. “I think it’s more of second husband dress, by the fourth you should be showing way more cleve.”

“Of course you do. Who doesn’t want to give off Helen of Troy vibes?” Margo smoothed out some of the wrinkles in her dress and frowned. “Mm, I think it’s more of a ‘never’ dress actually. Been there, done that. And white’s not really my color.”

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ninaxadler‌:

Nina gave a soft giggle as the woman spoke. She almost said that it was fine, because she was used to working with children, but she managed to keep that to herself. “You’re gonna have to find a house sometime,” she pointed out. “Don’t you want to choose one you like? They can’t all be that bad. I found one with no problem.”

"None of them are bad. They’re just too... here.” Margo groaned, rolling her eyes. “Hotel rooms are temporary. Getting a place implies a certain level of permanency that I just... don’t wanna deal with. How am I supposed to know if I want to stay here for a year? I didn’t even want to come back here. Now I’m supposed to sign a binding legal document?”

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danielle-onthego‌:

Dani moved around and crossed her arms on her chest as she leaned against the lamp post. This wasn’t her kind of activity, hanging posters, but what the brunette offered, seemed closer to her kind of style. Grinning, she arched her brow. “Well, hun, you get company, I get company, it’s a win-win situation. Some labor won’t hurt.” Amused, Dani watched as the girl showed her another flask. To be truthful, she was almost jealous at the fact that she didn’t think of it herself. She caught the second flask with ease. “Can I just adopt you? You have good ideas, and I need that in my life.” She winked at the girl and took a sip from her temporary flask. “Or, what about we just stick fuck loads of posters around these, and go straight to the bar?” She offered, as she turned and put up a few posters, one over another, as an example. “Pleasure Margo, you’re my new favorite person.” Dani split the poster pile in two and gave one half to Margo. 

“You can absolutely adopt me. But, fair warning, I’m that rescue dog that seems spunky and adorable at first and then you bring me home and I eat all of the shoes in your closet and track all kinds of dirt into the house.” Margo grinned, always managing to be amused with herself. She took a long pull from her flask as she considered Dani’s suggestion. “Yes.” Margo she pointed at the other girl in approval before taking her half of the pile. “Think of it like street art. It’ll attract way more attention than just a few scattered posters.” Following Dani’s lead, Margo piled a few more posters on top of the ones that were already there, layering them over one another. “Besides, we can just get trashed later, climb up on the bar, and invite everyone around. At least then we’ll know they like to have a good time.”

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clliexhstings·:

“Uh, yeah. In the flesh.” God, this was awkward. Had she known she would have run into anyone other than her boyfriend - she would have waited another thirty minutes before coming over. “I was just - uh - coming to grab my bag I left the other night.” Wait. Why was she explaining what she was doing there. It should be the other way around. “You must be..” She trailed off waiting for the woman to answer her question.  

"Margo. And I’m hurt that Jack hasn’t described me to you in the same nauseating detail that he’s described you to me. No offense.” Margo grinned, pushing the door open wider. “How rude of me, c’mon in. Jack’s not home.” Rude was certainly the right word for it. She turned from the doorway and walked back into the house, assuming Callie would follow. “You want a drink? I found out where he keeps the good stuff.”

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ameliaxel·:

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Amelia had just opened Post Cards From Paris, her interior design business. It was a big step for her, and it got her out of her waitress job that she hated so much. Hearing the door open, she didn’t bother looking up from her computer where she typed away. “Yes?” She asked, her voice wasn’t in it’s usual distant tone - but was still not that excited. 

“Amelia?” It felt as if the air that blew in from the open door was the only movement in the shop. Margo must have spent months - years, even - looking for Amelia after she’d turned. And now here she was eight decades later, sitting behind a computer desk in Hollow Grove. She let the door fall shut behind her, for once at a loss for words.

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clliexhstings·:

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“Oh. Woah.” Callie was met by a half naked woman opening the front door of Jack’s home,he just as she was going to knock. The dark headed woman was soaking wet, and wrapped in a towel so it was evident that she had been using the pool or hot tub out back. “Sorry?” Was all Callie could say, “Wait, does Jack know you’re here?” Of course he did. How else would she be able to get in his house. That was a stupid question. 

“Shit.” Headphones in each ear, Margo hadn’t heard anyone coming until she was practically nose-to-nose with them at the front door. She paused to pull out the earbuds, wary of the stranger. “I don’t need to answer that without a lawyer present...” The words drifted off toward the end as she took in the red hair and realization sunk in. “Oh, fuck, wait. You must be Callie. Are you Callie?”

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@tobiaspierce​

Descending the staircase of Purgatory ( her own little journey into hell ), Margo could already taste the metallic stain of salt and iron on her tongue. The fight club was one of her favorite haunts in Hollow Grove, somewhere she often ended up after several drinks or a few hours of boredom. Her eyes had barely taken in the fight in her dash to grab the remaining front row seat, smirking at the man she’d beaten there. “Oh, my money is on the hot one,” she commented to no one in particular. She nodded to the obviously stronger man with his back to her, already dominating the fight. Her chosen fighter turned and Margo was on her feet in an instant.

“Fucking hell. Tobias? ” Her voice carried over the bloodthirsty audience, forgetting for a moment where she was - where he was, poised in the center of the ring, clearly engaged in a fight.

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lunaxanya·:

“Oh, so you only care about your time,” Anya stressed. “That is truly shocking. From your whining and pointless carrying on, I took you for a mature young woman. Well, not everyone is so fortunate as you, myself included. So unless you are going to spout anything interesting from that overly-lip glossed mouth, I would beg of you to be quiet. Provided you can do that, which I doubt.” 

“Ooh, judgy, judgy.” Margo was almost delighted by the woman’s annoyance. She was confident enough in who she was that she rarely let herself get bogged down by the opinions of others - especially the opinions of strangers. And boy did this woman seem to have a lot of opinions. “Are you having a bad day or do you usually make grand assumptions about strangers based on limited conversation?”

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kittymxstrxno·:

Kitty shrugged in response. “Or when you’re with someone you have fun with, you can make it fun,” she said, giggling. “My sister made it fun for me.” She smiled and shrugged. “I mean, if you want to live in a hotel and you can afford it, maybe you should do that. But it seems to me you’re gonna have to make a decision. No house is perfect, but you can make it your own if you want to.”

“Well, is your sister available? Sounds like she’s who I need to call.” Sure, there was probably someone that Margo could bring with her that would make the experience more bearable. But if she starts wasting anyone else’s time, she was going to have to choose a place. “I have an idea. How about you make the decision for me? Whaddya say? I’ll give you a hundred bucks.”

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viviennexdumont·:

Everything was intensified almost immediately, her skin thrumming with energy as Margo’s fingertips ran across the already buzzing flesh. She turned to face the other woman, a slight grin pulling at her lips as she leaned in to capture Margo’s lips in a heated kiss, arms wrapping around her neck as their bodies moved together in sync. 

It wasn’t like she’d never thought about it, but somehow the feeling of connecting their lips made her feel like she was on fire, energy buzzing through her and making her skin tingle with every touch. By the time she pulled away, Vivienne was just about prepared to grab her hand and forget the club altogether, but she resisted in favor of the one thing she loved more than sex. “Your turn,” Vivienne murmured as she nipped at Margo’s lower lip, pulling back with a twinkle in her blue eyes.

The kiss took Margo by surprise, but that didn’t stop her from returning it. Maneuvering her hand to the small of the other girl’s back, she closed her eyes and let herself slip into the space between Vi and the music. She could taste the contrasting sweetness of the bourbon and bitterness of the pill on her lips. Pulling away, she let her forehead rest against hers, catching her breath as she resurfaced. 

“That wasn’t exactly what I meant by ‘experiment,’ but I’ll catch a buzz however I can.” The smirk on her lips only intensified at the look in Vi’s eyes. She glanced away, checking to see if anyone was watching them - and, after that, of course they were. “C’mere.” Margo locked their hands once more, pulling her toward the bathroom and locking the door behind them. She dipped her hand down the front of her shirt, revealing a small baggie pinched between her index and forefinger. “This is my kind of chemistry.”

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gillesezra·:

Ezra laughed softly as she spoke. “I feel like they would probably use that, since I have a feeling that’s pretty prime real estate,” he said. “Not to mention expensive. I think rent would probably be kinder on your bank account.”

“Oh, it is. Have you ever stayed at the Plaza? They don’t fuck around.” Margo smiled, a memory coming to mind. “And just in case you know anyone who’s looking to take the easy route, all of their front desk associates are on vervain. Take it from someone who learned the hard way.”

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rosalinehoffman·:

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      Rose never forgot a face, no matter how hard she tried —and oh, had she ever tried to forget Margo’s. She hadn’t expected to run into her in Hollow Grove, though she likely should have, given that she’d run into so much of her past in the little town. Now it was staring her straight in the face, metaphorically speaking, with big blue eyes cast towards something else. From across the room, the redhead weighed her options. Not long after, she spoke just loud enough that no one else would hear, unless the werewolf in the corner was older than she could guess. “Long time no see, Fox.”

Fuck. Margo nearly choked on her drink, practically spitting the bourbon back into its glass. She didn’t need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. She’d had decades now to replay her voice in her head, to live with the guilt she felt. The guilt that was currently pooling in the pit of her stomach. “Rose,” she said evenly, though apparently they were on a last-name basis now. She turned her head slowly, carefully - considering every movement. She knew how dangerous her old friend could be. “I didn’t - uh. I didn’t think I’d see you here.” Had hoped she wouldn’t was more like it.

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incantrice·:

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      Sarah had found a solace in Margo that she hadn’t expected to find in Hollow Grove, despite reuniting with her grandparents. Her mother was out of the question for bonding, that was for sure ( for now, at least ). Margo was already someone that the young witch could rely on, she knew. Somehow, she could just tell the vampire was to be trusted —with even more trust than she afforded most. It was this fact that allowed her to turn to her new friend, who managed to feel like an old one, when she felt down. 

      She showed up at Margo’s hotel with two bottles of wine in tow, offered a friendly wave to the desk clerk and as much of a smile as she could muster —who did NOT, no matter what Margo said, look like a young John Oliver— and made her way to her friend’s room. As close to simultaneous as she could manage, she knocked and sent a text ; ‘ here 🍷! ’

The sound of the knock and her phone notification sent Margo sitting straight up in her bed. “Shit,” she cursed under her breath. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten that she’d made plans with Sarah - more that she’d forgotten what an absolute pit her hotel room had become. For most people, she wouldn’t have cared. But Sarah had already proven herself different than ‘most people.’ In the short time they’d both been in Hollow Grove, Margo had already taken her under her wing, letting Sarah begin to fill the family-sized gap in her life.

“Coming!” Margo called out. Then, throwing herself into vamp hyperspeed, she gathered the various wine bottles and garbage into a trash bin and stashed it in a closet. The suite looked mostly clean when she pulled open the door a minute later, half-guilty smile on her lips. “Welcome! For the record, it smelled like spilled wine even before I lived here, so.”

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minaxfitzgerald·:

“Wha…huh?” Mina asked, looking up from her novel when the girl next to her started talking about her hotel and the guy at the front desk looks like a young John Oliver, things she really didn’t notice or not care about at this point. “Um..I’m sorry, but why move if you’re hotel’s pretty damned sweet?” she couldn’t help but to ask.

“Societal standards. Money. Loneliness. The lack of privacy. I dunno. Pick a card, any card.” Margo shrugged, releasing another melodramatic, over-the-top sigh. Her lazy side wanted to keep living in the hotel. Her much-quieter-but-usually-right rational side knew it was time to move out. “I have to find a more permanent situation eventually. I’m just delaying the inevitable at this point.”

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alba-ortiz·:

Coffees in hand, Alba was on her way back to her house when she noticed the girl collapsing on a bench. “Well, if you are going to die out here do it in front of another house. You’ll mess with our curb appeal.” She pointed across the street to a place owned by a vampire who’d given her abuela and cousin a few nasty glances throughout the year. “Try that one.”

“Curb appeal, hm? So you’re saying this is a good neighborhood? Low crime rates? High property values? Good proximity to several bars?” Margo leaned forward, half-joking but also... she did need a place to live. “Would you recommend it to a young, attractive female vampire who’s looking to leave her vagabond lifestyle behind but isn’t quite prepared for suburbia? Asking for a friend.”