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addisvns·:

Addison’s head was already spinning from the amount of alcohol he had drank, but he still clutched a jack and coke in his hand as he attempted to hold an — admittedly boring — conversation with a group of guys he hardly knew. His attention had been pulled from the exchange, however, at the sound of a familiar voice coming from the stage. “Well I’ll be damned,” he mumbled to himself, unable to tear his gaze away as he attempted, half-heartedly, to stay engaged in the conversation he was having.

“Well, hi.” he had excused himself from the others almost as soon as he had noticed her approaching. “Wow,” he exhaled, seemingly unable to muster up much else, “um, how’ve you been, Olivia?”

Olivia de Losa didn’t believe in ghosts the way others do. She believed that ghosts existed in people, in places, in things. Not your typical spectral form. Ghosts, for her, were born from memory. She could taste them on her tongue. Down her spine. Between the second and third rib of her left side. Addison Crowe was one of these ghosts she was reminded of when she passed by their high school, smelled the smoke of a bonfire on a cold autumn night, or was lucky enough to have another taste of his auntie's famous fried green tomatoes. Yes, Addison Crowe was a ghost though scar tissue had formed, more and more each year, until Olivia had grown numb to it all. Until tonight.

“Me,” she asks with the motion for another round - deciding to gloss over her performance. Small talk was never her strong suit. A quasi-laugh leaves her, “Never better.” Her surroundings were a stark juxtaposition to her response. Though she bit her tongue. She held her words captive somewhere in the back of her throat. The girl didn’t know everything that had happened since he left - never one for tabloids - but she knew enough from Beaumont’s grapevine. And she could feel the hurt. “Beaumont looks good on you. I’m sure your aunt and uncle are enjoying the company.”

#c:addison

galgadotssss-deactivated2016071

#⁘ olivia — the moon also rises

tom-harper·:

“No I have one already and he is a handful.” Tom chuckled and then raised a brow.” Is the dog yours or are you just sitting it?” He asked as he walked over to the machine and put his money in then hit the side of it and got two drinks instead of one. He handed her a soda and then smiled.

“Why?” Olivia recalled an article that deduced pets and their respective owners took on similar characteristics, “Does he not have my eyes?” She accepts the soda and taps it against his own in a quasi-cheers, “Thank you kindly.” Soda wasn’t a big part of her diet unless it came in the form of a mixed drink but, what the hell? Her now empty water bottle finds its way into the recycle bin and she takes a sip before setting the record straight, “No, this handsome garbage disposal is an orphan for the day.”

#c:tom

itsjoleneadams·:

Judging by her speech, Jolene had to guess that the brunette wasn’t much of an animal person, though she was silently baffled as to why. “ Well sure, they ain’t potty-trainable, but look at that face!” She offered as an alternative excuse. “ I mean, there’s so many of ‘em without a home that it just breaks my heart. I wouldn’t mind spending a good portion of my pay if it meant being woken up every morning by those sweet kisses and little boops on the nose.” She dreamily admitted, grinning widely. “ Why, this little fella yours? You know, I hadn’t yet gotten ‘round to it, but I’ve been sayin’ I need a four-legged companion for the longest time now. Wouldn’t just make my day to come back to but my daddy could sure use the company while I’m out all day. Wouldn’t trouble me to take him off your hands”

There’s a lot without a lot. The thought ran through Olivia’s mind, but she dare not pick it up. Too heavy. “It would seem as though you’re too good for this world,” the words rolled off her tongue like molasses. Dark and sticky sweet. “You could say that.” You couldn’t. The dog was most definitely not hers. She lived among the strays. Nothing was hers. “How about a test run?” A very Machiavellian grin begins to form at the corners of her lips, “Pick him up at your place around, say,” she looks at the nonexistent watch clasped around her wrist, “3 PM?”

#c:jolene #i apologize for her

theliteraryjournals

She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn’t boring.

Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me The Waltz

#⁘ olivia — the moon also rises

ainsleyclarke·:

she looked up slowly at her friend, face void of emotion. her dark eyes scanned the other’s expression, hearing her words beneath the sound of her music through the earbud in her other ear. “ late — as usual. ” an amused expression crept it’s way to her face, lips pulled into a slight smile. “ it’s an old notebook… i just found it when i finally upacked a few boxes. ”

“Okay, okay - ye of little faith,” she chides, taking a seat beside Ainsley. “One of these days, I’ll exceed all your expectations.” Her smile is proud. Liv knew this day would come later than sooner - if only to remain consistent in her own timeliness. “A new one, huh? Any gems you’d like to show your biggest fan?”

#c:ainsley #eek! i do too!

@addisvns

“What a complete tragedy,” she whispers between sips of red wine the color of her burgundy slip dress. She was out of place. How Pluto must have felt when they realized they were no longer a planet. Stilettos hung precariously from her feet, her legs swinging on the bar stool. With a sigh, she releases the phantom of the evening, the slew of drunken patrons - too incoherent to even realize she was on stage. [x] She glances over to one particularly rambunctious group when a singular voice catches her attention. She waits for the boys to collect themselves then fully turns with a half-smile, the ones you see carved into your favorite statues, “Hey there, stranger.”

#c:addison #i'm assuming they haven't talked since hs?

cindy-eggers·:

“Are you sure there’s not like, something wrong with doggo if it’s that bad?” Cindy said from her squat position, more focused on the pup than the woman who was busy wrangling the vending machine anyway. The blonde stood up as Olivia started pouring water for the dog - at least she was taking care of it that way. That was good. “I mean kinda, I’m mad tempted to get a dog, but it’s not really a good time right now,” she lamented; definitely wasn’t. She was staying in town with relatives who were not dog people, and she was still in college. At least technically she was. “I got a bunny at home though, so that’s good enough.”

“Depends on your definition of the word ‘bad’ I suppose.” Though Olivia had her differences with this particular canine, she didn’t consider him bad. Incorrigible, maybe, but not bad. She finished the thought as she finished the contents of the water bottle. “It’s not a good time for a lot of things, I’ve heard.” Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do them, she thought. “A bunny, huh?” She entertained the idea of one, but remembered its cage. Resigned to be gawked at for the rest of their tiny eternities. “That sounds like a good trade off,” she says with a sickly sweet smile, doused in so much sugar that the rot within didn’t slip out. “Where are you from?” Olivia looked over the girl upon her question. She had been a Beaumont native - through and through, in spite of herself - and had never run into the blonde.

#c:cindy

soniels·:

“Have you tried potty training him?” Sophie asked softly, looking down at the adorable animal. It had taken about a week to train the new puppy back home and even though it was one hell of an experience, the brunette was certain anyone could do it. “I mean.. yeah. That’s why everyone says having a pet is a huge responsibility. Imagine yourself being stuck with a five-year-old who likes to crawl on all four for the next fifteen years. That’s how it’s going to be.” letting out a laugh, Sophie shrugged her shoulders. “I wish.. we already have two, my boyfriend and I. A third one would be too much to handle.”

“That’s not entirely in my repertoire,” she responds in such a matter-of-fact manner. Olivia had the odd stray cat or dog take up residence with her, but had never considered them hers or her theirs. They were simply transients sharing the same plot of land. “You don’t think it’s strange?” The question slipped out. Who’d ever want to be a pet, she wondered, though she felt more like one every day. “I only meant, that you should take my card.” She tosses her bottled water into the recycling bin then searches her pockets for an old gum wrapper and pen - jotting down her number. “One of my specialties is walking the mutts of Beaumont,” she bows in jest, “At your service.”

#c:sophie

nhwoods·:

“Nah,” Nico says, not without its own little touch of amusement. “I already have four kids of my own.” Kittens, but the distinction isn’t important, given the whole context of their conversation. Besides, just because he’s nursing them until they’re old enough to leave his house doesn’t mean they’re his, really– or at least that’s what he tells himself to save what fragile threads of non-sentimentality he has. “I couldn’t take a fifth.”

Now that she’s done fiddling with the machine, though, he’s putting in money of his own and nudging the button for a can of coffee, black. “I doubt you’d keep the dog if the shit and piss was that bad, though. You don’t fool me.”

The coffee hisses when Nico pops the tab off.

“Well, it certainly sounds like you have your hands,” she searches for the right word, “full.” Her voice is honeyed and free of judgement. She could have been impressed if she believed him or if the appetites of men left room for surprises. But this was no longer the case for Olivia.

“Is that right?” She smiles as she wraps the leash around her hand once more. “And here I thought all men were fools.” She still believed this. Because at no later than 3 PM she would drop the same dog off to its rightful owner, collect her money, and be off - both shit and piss-less. She finishes the contents of her bottled water before tossing it in the recycle bin, then taps his coffee with the tip of her finger, “I’m sure the kids will be thankful you found a way to keep your energy up. Please, send them my best.”

#c:nico

ainsleyclarke‌:

She was doing what she did almost every day of the week; lost in her thoughts, listening to music, and taking a long drag of her cigarette. Her dark eyes staring at the notebook that laid in her lap, in her other hand was a pencil. She had been sketching the faces of strangers as they walked past her in the park.

“I know, I know! I’m late.” Her hurried steps take on a more leisurely pace as she approaches. “But your absence last night was,” her fingers tug the string of Ainsley’s headphones two times until one ear is free, “both quite noticeable and distinctly awful,” she says in an exaggerated Southern drawl. Each syllable punctuated with purpose. “Ah.” her voice is sweet as honey now, “New notebook?”

#c:ainsley

“Oh sure, he’s cute,” she begins as she fiddles with the vending machine’s buttons, “until reality sets in. And they shit and piss everywhere,” the vending machine doesn’t respond, her voice becomes strained with her hand now shoved straight up the guts of the metal box, “then you gotta’ spend the rest of your paycheck to feed them.” She removes herself and kicks the machine until it drops a bottled water. Her voice is now light as air, “But, yeah. Sure. Troubles solved.” She takes a sip of water before slowing pouring some on the floor for the mutt at her feet to lap up midair. A look of victory splashes across her face, “You in the market for a new canine companion?”

#beaumontchat #i imagine whoever is next to her just said the dog she's with was cute #i also imagine that she's in an establishment that a dog is most certainly not allowed in but she was thirsty

OLIVIA DE LOSA is a 26 year old from BEAUMONT, living in Beaumont for the past 26 YEARS. SHE is an ESCORT and in her downtime loves A GOOD CHALLENGE and AVOIDING REALITY. She looks an awful lot like ANA DE ARMAS.