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if you drink enough [V O D K A] it starts to taste like [L O V E] imogen : 25 : new york oregon

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wesrhodes:

“ Oh come on, I met her yesterday, she can’t already be attached… I mean, it’s not that unlikely. ” he said it as if it was just another fact of life – the sky was blue, the sun set at the end of every day and Wesley Rhodes was just irresistible. The smile, amusing in its display, only widened as he heard her tone dripping with sarcasm. “ You know I could never forget you. ” he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, a sly smile curving his lips. “ Everybody likes attention, Imogen. Don’t play the saint. ” His gaze traveled to her slender fingers that were occuppied by her locks before returning to focus on her eyes. “ My intentions ? My intentions were always anything but innocent, thought you knew that. ” 

“You never know with some people, gotta be careful who you pick and choose; next thing you’ll know you’ll have a psycho poking holes in your condom and then you’ll be royally fucked.” She shrugged. Despite the banter, Imogen found it odd that she didn’t actually dislike Wesley. It’s a 1/10 chance she finds someone who doesn’t annoy the living hell out of her in the first five minutes of conversation. “Ew, gross; don’t talk to me like I’m one of your play-things.” Her tone humorous, but the statement was true. “Oh no, I am well aware of your intentions, and so is every other human in a hundred mile radius, Wes.”

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wesrhodes:

Wesley pretended to ponder, but the truth of the matter was that they both knew the blond was not lying. “ I can confirm the first claim although I’m going to have to deny the latter. I’m pretty sure she actually was Erica. Like seventy percent sure. ” Wes mused, nonchalance reigning in his tone to emphasize the lack of concern. He gave her an innocent smile while his tongue was smoothing over his teeth. “ At least I remember your name. ” injecting the most coquettish tone he could find, he gave a wink. Wesley gave an eyeroll, the action littered with smug amusement before feigning a scoff. “ Are you slut-shaming me ? ” he joked and clutched at his heart dramatically. Her actions didn’t go by unnoticed and as she eyed him, his signature satisfied smirk was plastered across his lips. “ And what if this is the last I’ll see of you today ? ” 

“Poor girl.” Imogen sympathized for a mere second, before remembering who she was talking to, and scoffed. “I’m amazed and honoured that you took to the time to actually remember me.” Her tone was laced with sarcasm. “Oh please, don’t flatter yourself, you know you like the attention, Wes.” She pursed her lips slightly and twirled a blonde lock absent-mindedly. “Hmm..” She trailed, “Well that depends, what are your intentions...?” she paused, “just out of curiosity.” She shrugged nonchalantly, shifting her weight onto her other foot.

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jackkoenig:

“A lake house? I love lake houses. What kinda shit have you got? I like rum, you better have rum.”

“I myself, prefer gin, but I can probably muster up some rum  I suppose.”

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jackkoenig

“I’ve gotta know where said place is. I bet you live somewhere super fancy, your hairs too nice for you not to be on the higher side of the economical scale.”

“I live in that giant oversized lake house down by the waterfront. It has a dumb sign on it that says ‘Wallace Palace’. It’s a little ridiculous.”

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jackkoenig:

“Good, looks like I’m among my own kind for once. Blondes do it better, am I right?” 

“Same here, swing by my place at say, 6? I need to get hammered, and soon.”

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wesrhodes:

Wesley warranted his displeased reaction unnecessary when he recognized the gold locks. If it was any of his coworkers, he’d insist on them leaving without coming to a halt. But with Imogen it was more amusing. He feigned a scoff though his laughter was hard to conceal. “ Of course it was a moment, a very special one. If you must know, me and Ashl– Erica care a lot about each other. ” Wesley countered stoically, smiling down at the girl in an awfully faux saccharine way before whispering some other white lies into her ear about how he’ll call her the next day and that they’ll resume their actions later. With a kiss goodbye she was on her way out and Wes’ eyes locked on Imogen’s pair as he shook his head no. “ My sense of creativity is excellent, but I’m running out of options here. What can I say, I’ve done it all. ” his faint red lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk. “ I’m open to suggestions, so go on. ” 

She stood there with her arms crossed, a judgemental look strung across her features. Rolling her eyes as he undoubtedly filled the poor girl’s head with lies, not stepping out of her way as she left.  “I think we both know that you couldn’t care less, and besides I’m pretty sure that poor girl’s name is indeed not Erica.” She chuckled lightly, tilting her head backwards, before locking eyes with Wes again. “Is that something to be truly proud of? Do you put that on your resume?” Rolling her eyes, she tossed a handful of hair over her shoulder. “That’s cute, but I’m really not interested in any sexual endeavours today.” She eyed him up and down, “But, you could try again later though”, smirking ever so slightly.

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gtgjude:

“see,” jude starts, pointing towards the sidewalk from inside the grocery store briefly and then fiddling with his wallet, “that’s the best thing about marion pointe.” his cheeks dimple as he turns to the other: “the pedestrians! they actually wait for the walking signal.”

Imogen was zoned out, staring at the tabloids, she skimmed them over and sighed, nothing actually worth the read. She was soon snapped out of her bubble when a stranger decided to initiate a conversation. She shook her head, “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” 

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caspergoss:

“A challenge? Not exactly sure how I could make myself one. I’m not really a bad boy or anything like that so I wouldn’t be expecting drugs and leathers jacket if I were you.”

“Rich girl hiding out in some city in Oregon, not actually surprising. So, is it Witness Protection Program or just hiding from parents?”

“Aw lame, you seemed like fun.” 

“I sound like a cliche teen drama movie. I’m not exactly hiding from my parents, just simply stretching the truth I guess you could say.”

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wesrhodes:

A cacophony of supplies colliding with a stone floor emerged as he pushed everything off the desk, with ease placing the girl on top of it instead. Wesley could feel her slender fingers start pulling at the hem of his shirt, a cocky grin placed on his slightly swollen lips as his head dipped down to start kissing her neck. With Wesley’s eager hands successively moving over her thighs, the now shirtless boy was abruptly snapped back into reality at the sound of someone entering the otherwise empty classroom. A loud sigh and a deathly glare over his shoulder was directed towards the intruder. Gesturing between himself and the woman to enhance the nature of the moment that had been so rudely interrupted, he spoke up. “ Do you mind ? —-  Ah, whatever, you ruined the moment. ” 

Imogen was wandering aimlessly through the halls, with no clear sense of where she was going, she was just hoping to pass the time until the bars were open, because frankly, it’s not socially acceptable to ask for a gin and tonic with your brunch. She pulled out her cellphone and saw she had 3 missed calls from her parents. “Gross.” She thought out loud, right before hearing a loud clang of some sorts coming from the room she was passing; curious, Imogen paused and peered into the class before opening it, and laughed. “Hasn’t this scene happened in like twenty lame rom-coms before? Where’s your sense of creativity?” She poked at him. “And besides, having lame-office sex isn’t exactly what I’d deem as having a ‘moment’.”

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