I BET ON LOSING DOGS.

twenty-three / bushwick babe I'll be there on their side, I'm losing by their side.

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eliasmorrissey‌:

                    His shoulders slightly swiveled; he leaned in slightly, half to hear her words, half to hang on them. He liked suspending from pretty girl’s pretty words, and he knew they liked to see him do it. A corner of his mouth pulled up in a curt smile. His boyish face contrasted with his big, brown disingenuous eyes, “Well, I do run around a lot,” He admitted, a caper, a lightness in his town that illuminated with a slight lift of a brow and the widening of a smile, “I think I would have remembered you, if we’d met,” The male indicated, eyes briefly glancing down her appearance, a moment of thought, before he looked back up into her eyes, “–Do you know my name?” A small smirk settled onto his lips as the moments passed and he waited for an answer. Frankly, he didn’t care what anyone thought of him, or of whatever reputation was attached to his name. That was the first mistake you could make: caring what other people thought about you. But he was interested; he wanted to know if he’d been built up, or on the contrary, buried. If his report was more than what he thought of himself, or simply less. The blonde nodded, “A mojito. Or whatever’s closest,” He repeated, leaning in, briefly, as if he were sharing a secret, “Save our spot–” And off he turned fetching her drink and returning a minute later with what she had asked for.

She felt a little warmed by the knowledge that she was in fact, considered memorable-- but also slightly struck by it; after Sienna’s antics at the party, was it something bad about her that stayed firmly in the minds of other people? His question made her nod, meeting his steady gaze with her own; fleeting and quick to glance away (direct eye contact made her nervous). “You’re Elias Morrissey,” the brunette said finally, “I saw you at the Pyramid once, I think you went home with one of the girls I was with.” Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but rather, curious. He didn’t have the best reputation in the Hamptons, and what she had seen hadn’t been the most savoury either. The blonde leaned into her side and she fell still, struck by the unwarranted closeness. “Alright,” Nadia stammered in return, collecting herself in his absence. Trembling fingers smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles of her dress and she smiled when he returned. “Thanks,” she said, sneaking another look at him over the rim of her glass. “I used to really like these kinds of parties,” Nadia divulged, feeling bad about the stretch of silence that fell between them. “Now, I think I hate them.”

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nicholascvldwell‌:

it was more of less something out of a movie — the way that bikini-clad women scattered about the pool with their feet dipped in the blue, the beer pong that was set up in the corner with little palm trees scattered around the table, how the echo of a professional los angeles dj boomed against the walls. it was the kind of scene that made one, if in a good mood, feel like a king — and here was the kingdom. he recognized the face before she started towards him, but the name failed him. “hi, yourself,” he countered, already amused at the sheer fact that she seemed to be obviously out of place, or so she felt that way. “after another vodka cranberry?” he teased, brown eyes peering down at her, lengthy, with a leg out on display, yet nowhere near a challenge towards his height. “here, in the meantime,” he motioned towards her, hand shoving his drink towards her chest, filled with tequila and lime, something he didn’t sway from too much, particularly at parties, before wrapping an arm around her petite shoulders and making his way towards the bar he had become comfortable with earlier on. “look a bit like a lost deer or something.”

Nadia blushed crimson. Nicholas’ immediate confidence was overwhelming to witness, the way that he grinned down at her had her forcing her own shy smile back. “No, I was thinking maybe something more summery,” she said, glancing over at him while his gaze drew lengthily along her exposed skin-- making her stomach twist in discomfort. Her fingers wrapped around the glass and she took a sip, skewing her nose at the bite of the tequila. “I could use a mojito,” Nadia admitted, “This doesn’t have nearly enough mint.” She didn’t tug out of his grip while he pulled her in, settling into his side limply, like a prop. “I don’t really like these kinds of parties,” she admitted, taking a bigger mouthful of his drink. “Too many people.”

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kiicrans‌:

         he come straight from the gala - not bothering to change - though he’d lost his shirt and shoes sometime between his swim with blair in the doherty’s pool and the time that cori had caught them. he’d come to the after party in just his trousers and a green apple ring pop on his finger. he claimed a bottle of whisky the second he had weaved his way to the bar, already intoxicated and guzzling down the amber liquid as if it were water. “bar’s right here,” he grins holding up the bottle by the neck and dangling it like a prize, “what d’you say, want some?” he eyes her curiously before there’s a knowing smirk that he lets curve onto his lips as he dips his head closer to her, dropping his voice an octave, “or are you looking to have something a little stronger?” 

Nadia forced a laugh as he approached, looking him up and down. He was half dressed (not a rarity for Kieran Halliday, she was aware) and the bottle that he throttled in his grip sloshed dangerously at half full. “You look like you were mugged,” she said, her voice quiet but twisted with mirth, “Where are your shoes?” The brunette held a hand out, wiggling her fingers to indicate that she wanted him to pass it over, “I’ll have some as an appetizer, main course can be something better.” 

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eliasmorrissey‌:

                    Briefly chatting with one of the other party-goers he was making nothing more than small talk, weather-this, summer-plans that. It was almost a relief when he felt himself get called away, his attention snagged by another, enough to turn his shoulders around and face the voice that had interrupted a conversation that had been begging to be interrupted. His brows slightly rose as his shoulders swiveled, resting as he saw who it was, but the fact he couldn’t say he knew who it was. But wasn’t disappointed. A shorter woman, olive complexion, pretty face and lips that looked like rosebuds. She could’ve captured the party, and she probably wouldn’t have had to try that hard. Elias smiled, dimples, coming to life, and he took a step closer to her, “Hi,” He responded, gaze skimming down her dress. He let out a small laugh, “What do you want?“ He offered, "I’ll get it for you.”

She didn’t know him, but she knew girls that did— he’d gathered quite the reputation at the Palms, but his name escaped her. Nadia craned her head to look up, catching a glimpse of a warm smile. For a moment, she felt a flicker of fear, as she often did in the presence of overconfident men. It settled and instead simmered in her as overwhelming discomfort, instead of leaving the conversation (a usual preference) she threaded fingers together and forced her own smile. “I think I’ve seen you around,” Nadia said, explaining her sudden disturbance. She hoped that he didn’t mind, it hadn’t of seemed like he was terribly into the conversation that he had been having. “Oh you don’t have to do that,” the brunette started before realizing that she likely didn’t have it in her to also work out the funny names on the menu board. Sienna’s antics, once she’d figured them out, had been cruel— shattering whatever confidence that dressing up for the Gala had given her, and it had stolen from her enjoyment of the night. “Whatever’s the closest to a mojito would be nice.”

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Nadia had changed into a little shift dress, it was the colour of a blue jewel and embroidered with constellations. It wasn’t particularly her style, but Lee had insisted that the long stretch of her bare legs was worth it. She tottered in with heels that were dangerously too tall, clutching a tiny bag that held only her phone, cigarettes and lipstick. This was the event that was supposed to be easier than the first; but still she trembled with anxiety— there was an intimacy to large parties, Gatsby had been right, even though her entrance had been one where she felt nearly invisible, Nadia knew that once eyes met her she’d be cornered.  Still, she felt the press to be social and moved towards a face that she recognized from the Palms. “Hi,” she managed, “Do you know where the bar is?”

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Hello anxiety You've come to keep me company. Tonight, a lonely soul I've tried to learn the art of letting go. I'm craving something real, A kind of rush that I can feel. The night is rough you know, I've cried but I won't dare to let it show.

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bvbyvalmxnt‌:

        her words dripped with sweet honey and yet they were as sharp as a knife, and she could tell by the girl’s shift in demeanour - what little talent she was doing to keep her nerves at bay unravelling with every syllable that slipped past her lips, beautiful brown orbs widening wondering who could say or think such a thing. — and the truth was - nobody did. or at least, sienna hadn’t heard of anything. it was almost too easy though, and if sienna wasn’t so bored of the usual crowd at these events, or if she even held an ounce of a conscience that wasn’t reserved strictly for those in her inner circle or a cute fluffy animal - she might’ve felt bad. “they don’t even really have to know you.” she answered easily without missing a beat, “think hard. really hard about something you might’ve done last week - or fuck - maybe even a few months ago. something scandalous, jaw-dropping, crazy fucked up weird, that would make them look at you differently. anything come to mind?” she asks, but she barely leaves a pause to answer, before she’s letting another set of world pile onto the words darting into the girls direction, cutting through thin skin, “people remember.”  slender shoulders lift in a small shrug as she plucks two flutes from a passing waiter - offering one for the brunette to take.  

Nadia paled, her shoulders slumped and she took another hearty swallow to finish the drink in her hand. Dark eyes darted between the crowds of beautiful women; they seemed to travel in packs, watching with their own cruel gazes— tittering, gesturing and pointing at things that struck their interest. A water came by and easily plucked the stemware from her grip, leaving her trembling fingers with no other solution than the thread themselves together in front of her lap. Her brows drew in and Sienna’s words were a taunt, wicking away at a confidence that she had barely managed to hobble together. “It could have been anything.” Nadia’s voice was hushed, damp. She had taken Smoothie out on her bike (was that a sin?), she’d turned Aristotle down on the beach. There had been the day when her gaze had lingered a little too long on a group of girls that strode across the sand, she recalled how they glared back at her for it before she grabbed her belongings and raced back to her home. Her hand reached up, rubbing at her cheek. “Should I say something? Is it really that bad?” Nadia looked up, accepting the drink and taking a sip, dark eyes finding Sienna’s, ready for kind advice.

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kas-ottenheimer‌:

Kas swapped the M5′s keys for a small blue ticket— the valet was a young kid in a button-down, features set into a hard, heavy sulk in anticipation of all the “don’t nick the paint” comments he’d get tonight— and crossed around to the passenger side door. With a loose grip on the handle, he hesitated; Nadia wasn’t looking into the mirror of the open sun visor, but rather straight through the windshield, at the men in tuxedos and women in elegant Prada sheaths being greeted at the house’s front entrance. Her expression was that of a deer staring into oncoming traffic. For a fraction of a second, Kas wondered if he’d done the right thing by asking her. Not that he regretted it. Or that he hadn’t meant it when he’d said she was his first choice. And even before he’d asked, she’d confirmed that she was going— he hadn’t forced her into anything she wasn’t already planning to do. But still, it was difficult not to feel responsible for her current distress, which she was valiantly trying to conceal but clearly losing the fight: her restless hands, roving back and forth between invisible creases in her dress and curls which kept insistently springing from behind her ears, her faintly panicky laugh, the way her smile had waned for a moment, on the drive over, when she’d turned towards window and thought he hadn’t been looking. 

Kas opened the door now, resting his elbow on top of it. The look he gave her articulated his worry, carefully, without putting it into words— you okay? When she answered in the affirmative, he tried on a small, reassuring smile. “It’s gonna be fine. Maybe even fun.” A small grimace followed. “Okay, maybe fun’s not the right word, but I can at least guarantee- bearable.” He stepped back to give her some space, hands in the pockets of his loose-fitting gray suit, the asymmetrical blue lapel coincidentally matching the shade of her gown. “C’mon, we gotta get in there and make it to the bar before my mom can make it to us. Strategy is key. Get in your Mission Impossible mindset.” He would try to distract her as best he could, in the hopes that this night could be salvaged for her, and maybe become something enjoyable after all, as he predicted it would not be for him. 

Nadia stood, clearing the space between the car and the door to allow Kas the opportunity to close it. He was a nice boy, she loved him for that— the way that he looked back at her with concern but spoke with honesty, he’d never ever taken advantage or been cruel for his own amusement. It wasn’t fair of her to steal away any of his enjoyment of the evening with her own personal raincloud, and the brunette forced a weak smile onto her face. In her clutch there was a skinny package of Lucky Strikes, not her favourite— but her date’s primary choice, paired with a lighter and a lipstick. Nadia tucked it into the crook of her elbow before looking up at Kas, “You’re going to have to lead the way, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Usually, she’d be given a pass when it came to events like these. From home and with updates on her phone she’d see her brother having a good time, enjoying himself in the limelight.

The promise of a drink made her brighten, nodding. “I bet there’ll be a line up for vodka sodas, we’re going to have to be really quick.” She was better when she was drinking, it seemed that it unlocked parts of herself that she liked more, “I’ve decided I’m going to tell your mom all about my year raising my child all alone. She looks like her father, I’m devastated.” Her voice was hushed and by his shoulder, but she ended with a laugh, preferring to think that tonight would be just the two of them, spending time together as they always used to. “Is Lee coming tonight?”

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bvbyvalmxnt‌:

         she was on the look out for a certain face, green orbs flitting around the room, craning her neck just slightly to look past shoulders, weaving around the a-list crowd, and even unknowingly sienna garnered the looks of those around her - as if she left a trail of golden honey and shiny fallen crystals in her wake, holding the kind of charm and magnetic aura that was undeniable and impossible to fake. her eyes landed on a familiar face - she wasn’t the person she was looking for but it was enough to divert her route. the girl in question stuck out in a way that was different than the fiery girls that she normally ran into at these kinds of events. meek. shy. quiet. standing next to a group, yet not in it fully; as if she standing there waiting for someone to take notice of her - waiting for the opportunity to put an input into the group’s conversation. she stood there, looking as if she was waiting for someone to tell her what to do or to give her something to do. “hey,” sienna greeted sliding up to the girl placing a dainty hand on the girl’s shoulder - “i wouldn’t worry what anyone else is saying about you.” her words were soft, but her eyes danced mischievously - like she had found a toy to play with and to occupy her time until she found the person she was looking for. her hand moves from the girl’s shoulder, falling over her own chest, fingers grazing over her heart, “honestly, fuck them. i personally don’t have a single problem with you being here.”  @nadiateymouri

Nadia had lost Kas a while ago, he’d been drawn away by his crowd of loud friends and old family acquaintances, leaving her alone with a glass of white wine and her own racing anxiety. She hated this, and it showed in the way that she drained her cup, avoiding eye contact. Everyone knew each other, or way too much about one another, and didn’t find an issue in talking about it. It was the sort of place she couldn’t be sober, or without company, as it was far too easy to choose flight when it came to social interactions. A soft hand on her shoulder made her flinch, glancing over with wide eyes. It was her words that were crushing, forcing the corners of her plastered on smile to turn sharply downwards. “They’re saying what?” She didn’t have an idea who they were, but she knew this girl, Sienna— they’d met at the beach that one day. She’d made an effort to discover her name, despite how she was certain that she hadn’t caught her own. “But,” Nadia’s voice was quiet, almost stuttered, “They don’t even know me.”

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@kas-ottenheimer

Nadia smoothed shaking hands over the gauzy fabric of her dress. It had been Lee that convinced her that the dainty colour was perfect and to purchase it, even though the brunette had fallen in love with it the moment that it had been zipped behind her. She wore her grandmother’s necklace and earrings Joel had given her on her birthday, but kept her dark curls natural, falling around her shoulders to shroud her from what lay inside the Doherty’s sprawling estate. They’d arrived a moment ago, and Kas had already unbuckled and was already halfway out of the car, but she stayed seated, as though she’d grown roots.

She took a breath, feeling it ragged against her ribs as she finally pressed the button to release the seatbelt. Already on the other side, her date appeared to open the door for her, brows knotted. “I’m fine,” Nadia said quickly, peering up in the mirror to check her lipstick one more time before stepping out. “Just nervous.” 

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cleofox‌:

“I suppose that’s the misfortune of liking shiny things,” Cleo sighs, rising to her feet as she brushes sand off of long, tan limbs. “In my mind, it’s a precious little diamond, something called, hmm… ‘The Ocean’s Eye.’ No, maybe that’s too popstar.” She watches the other girl with a canted head; Cleo’s curls, naturally bouffant and untameable, block the waning sunlight, and she studies the girl’s countenance in her self-made shadow. Naturally, she takes to inventing a history for the stranger, as an artist would to escape the mundanities of life. A part of her can’t help but hope that her mind’s wandering proves true. As she studies the girl’s delicate features, she decides there’s a warmth about her, a naīve energy that likens her to a desert bloom — hardy, but shy under certain circumstances. 

Cleo guides them both back to her sprawling, silken towel, still half-levitating under the weight of her beach bag with each new gust of wind. “I’m Cleo, by the way. I’m that house over there,” she fixes the other girl with an amiable look as she gestures vaguely in the house’s direction, before leaning in conspiratorially to ask,“And do you happen to enjoy champagne?” 

Nadia smiled, tucking her hands into the pockets of her skirt. She liked clothing that allowed her to hide away parts of herself-- often it was her fingertips that trembled, and they were so conveniently disguised by blousy fabric. “I heard of a person who polished a ball of foil until it became a mirror,” she said, “Maybe you’re just seeing it for it’s untapped potential.” (Really it had been a youtube video that she was certain she’d stumbled upon on a Buzzfeed spiral, but that didn’t sound half as elegant.)

Her gaze followed the other girl’s hand, catching sight of the home. “I live just down the street,” she remarked, pleased with the situation. “Or well, my brother does. I have his house for the summer.” She paused, tapping below her collar bone with a hand that freed itself from her clothing. “I’m Nadia Teymouri.” The question was unexpected, and she nodded, warming up. “I love champagne.”

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text: nadia t.

Kas: Gerry the SCOBY sounds like a better roommate than Ari is at least 75% of the time

Kas: lmao I think that excitement wore off around the same time she started sending me articles about the long-term health impacts of LA pollution 🙄

Kas: also- I think we're going into the city for some emergency shopping tomorrow, anything I should know about coordination, color preference, etc? don't wanna mess up whatever look you've got going

Nadia: He took up a lot of counter space and didn't pay rent, but honestly- probably a nicer guy than Ari

Nadia: That's mean, he's your friend. Don't tell him I said that

Nadia: I really don't have a preference, wear whatever you feel best in!

Nadia: I think I'm going to wear something pastel, it depends on what I find

Nadia: Thanks again for asking me Kas 😊

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text: nadia t.

Kas: why?? she loves you!

Kas: you could tell her you've started your own kombucha-brewing collective in Brooklyn and she'd be over the moon about it, would probably ask me why I didn't tell her sooner

Kas: I like the scuba idea. Save some pictures of coral reefs off Google, she won't even question it

Nadia: I might tell her that I had a baby, then drop all the pictures of Smoothie on her.

Nadia: You know one of my old roommates had her own SCOBY in our apartment and named him Gerry. Too close to home, #ripgerry

Nadia: And it still doesn't sound quite as exciting as moving all the way to LA

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text: nadia t.

Kas: if I've learned anything from looking through Chowder's wardrobe- probably

Kas: you're my first draft pick, Nas. we gotta finish catching up! and I need someone who won't rat me out to my mom for taking smoke breaks

Kas: Zoe's chill. Plus it's not like she's gonna fly across the country for a single event

Kas: fair warning that my mom will want to hear the entire story of your life post high-school, in great detail

Nadia: God no, your mom still scares me. Let's take those breaks together 😕😕😕

Nadia: I'm going to have to start compiling a narrative about my exciting post high-school life then, huh?

Nadia: Do I look like I got my scuba license or is that pushing the limit?

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@nadia.teymouri: Don’t forget to floss, sparkling teeth are mandatory for charity galas ✨

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text: nadia t.

Kas: I wanna say yes, only because she'd upstage everyone & make them feel bad in their fancy couture

Kas: would you wanna go with me?

Kas: and if Smoothie feels left out, I can get Chowder fitted for a puppy tux

Nadia: I wonder if Marchesa does a cat line

Nadia: Are you sure there isn't anyone else you'd like to ask? Is Zoe okay with it?

Nadia: But if you're serious, I would love to go with you!

Nadia: She's a little old for him, but Hidden Palms could use the scandal