GREED / GLUTTONY .

ADRIAN CABOT / age thirty two / self made restauranteur.

[sebastiansource]

All right, well, I think it’s time that we all head out.

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lexiwalters‌:

   “So – what’s your poison ?” she asks, tossing a cocktail shaker between her hands. It’s not often that she leaves the confines of the VIP area or her office, but at least a few times a week, she tries to mingle amongst the masses in order to see how her club is running. And tonight ? She’ll take a few hours to pose as a bartender, to get a good glimpse of exactly what’s going on. Her employees are terrified they’re being evaluated, but the crowds ? Lexi can only assume that they have no idea what sort of power she wields around here. 

     ‘ playing pretend tonight, are we? ’ his laughter is musical, mirth barely detectable over whatever hideous pop song the dj was spinning across the dance floor. straddling the stool right before the illustrious owner turned beer wench, he quirks a brow upwards and steadies one hand on either side of the surface. ‘ very well, barkeep. how about a martini? extra dirty, if you please. ’ adrian had to hand it his friend — she had the bartender act down pat. if he didn’t know better, he might believe she really did serve the sweat-caked club scene — as opposed to spearheading the crown jewel herself. ‘ what’s with the blue collar facade? corporate tango have you longing for simpler times? ’

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sercphincs‌:

“And what’s your job? Being handsome?” She asked, eyes crinkling with a smile. “I doubt it pays that much, unless you have a rich old benefactor.” That caused her to actually laugh, so filled to the brim with happiness at meeting new people.

     ‘ aren’t you a charming little thing? ’ he muses, straightening his already immaculate posture. if he’d learned anything from his decade in business, it was the importance of first impressions. ‘ well, i have plenty of rich old benefactors, but i’m afraid my work is a little more hands-on. i don’t suppose you’ve heard of a place called hades? ’

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sageryans‌:

    She’s headed out for the night, on a quick shortcut through the kitchen so she doesn’t have to walk through front of house ( there was a particularly leery man who she’s near certain hasn’t vacated his table yet – she’d rather not run into him again ! ), when she’s stopped dead in her tracks. Adrian was on yet another one of his kitchen tirades – only this time, for whatever reason, the subject of this one is her. “There’s nothing wrong with being, friendly, Mr. Cabot,” she counters, her voice cutting through the deafening silence of the rest of the staff, “That’s all Billy’s been doing.” His name was Billy – right ?

     this time when sage pipes up, the astonishment barely registers. billy, on the other hand, was practically soiling himself, palms shaking as he gapes at the hostess in wide-eyed horror. ‘ friendliness doesn’t earn michelin stars, ’ he scoffs in response, straightening his blazer as he looms above. across the kitchen, a saucier has the audacity to snicker, quickly silenced by a jab in the ribs from one of her wiser cohorts. ‘ i suggest you get back to work before i take that knife and make an example out of you. ’ a lackadaisical smirk teases the corner of his lips, though from the way the man bristles, he surely wouldn’t be surprised if adrian filleted him on the spot. ‘ as for you, miss ryan — i presume you’re on your way out? ’ deductive reasoning from jacket draped across her shoulders and the bag at her hip. not to mention the fact that he’d consulted the schedule in advance.

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svttonsins‌:

       sutton had every intention to ignore the rich douchebag and hoped that her little friend here would, too. people who lived in vegas knew the deal of what it was like here and she expected people to turn a blind eye to her actions. however, this guy did not simply leave. instead he decided to stick around, continue to open his mouth. what he said had her blood boiling and her jaw immediately tensed up. ❝ get fucked, asshole, ❞ she spat back, staring him down. ❝ keep it moving. ❞

     as he eases against the wallpaper, only fascination stems from her retort, a lighthearted chuckle breezing through. it was compelling, observing all that animosity from such a slight individual. ‘ so much fire from someone so small. ’ per usual, he can’t resist the opportunity to tug at an already loosened thread. ‘ customer service really is a lost art.  ’ then, pivoting towards her would-be purchaser. ‘ run along, now. you’d be better off scoring your oxys from an alleyway transient — at least they don’t overcharge. ’

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turmcil‌:

    “it might.”  she said, loftily,  “and yet you weren’t. if it happens. i’ll drink to excess and forgot i ever saw your pale ass and the disappointed expression on her face at all. deal?”  she’s smiling, though. daisy saw her uncle less than forty-eight hours ago, but she can’t help this quiet part of her that dreams of the three of them finding something else to call family. she can’t help but think about it now, an odd pride and protectiveness that replaced venom and emptiness from her own parents..  “she’s with remy, probably just down the hall if you want to go get her with me ; i had work today, just finished closing with a client.”

     ‘ pale? funny, you’d be surprised how much time my chosen profession allots for sunning in capri. ’ not long ago, he was invited by none other than wolfgang puck himself for a week of lounging about his island estate. it was nice to get away for a bit — but with the arrival of arabella and the little tike, vegas was at long last beginning to feel like home. ‘ that poor woman. ’ he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, oozing pity for anyone in his sister’s employ. ‘ when was the last time you gave her a day off? or taken one for yourself, for that matter? ’ sliding off the arm of the sofa, he slips into his italian loafers and strolls towards the front door. ‘ get off your ass. i’m treating you both to the best this city as to offer in fine cuisine. daisy’s nearly five, and it’s never too soon to start advancing one’s palate. she can’t live on macaroni and chicken tenders forever. ’

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fcklizzie‌:

“i’ll have a beer. whatever’s on tap. — a riddle, wrapped in a mystery,inside an enigma. that’s me. churchill quote personified.” she says, shrugging her shoulders, sarcasm flowing easily. her humor is exceptionally dry. “so, you think you’ve only solved the basic layers that i’ve let you seen? in what… the past ten minutes? i’ll give it to you, you’ve definitely not cracked the surface. and, what about you? how many layers have i plummeted through? i don’t think it’s very many.” 

     a beer of all things — like they were killing time at some rowdy college bar, not one of the most prestigious haunts on the strip. whoever this woman was, she was certainly not cut from his particular brand of cloth. ‘ i believe i’m well on my way. ’ shoulders lift and fall in an effortless shrug, mirroring her cursory tone. ‘ i, on the other hand, am an open book. completely devoid of all secrets. go on, give it a try — ask me anything. ’ cue the covert glance as he raises a newly-refreshed glass it to his lips. challenge implied.

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[text] I just saw you leave with her.

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[  text  :  sage  ]  :  nothing happened.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  she’s an investor, sage. it’s my job to make her feel special.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  if it were up to me, you’d be the one i was leaving with… but the world is a cruel place, and that’s coming from a man who was just pledged a half million.

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[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.

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[  text  :  sage  ]  :  there are no words to describe how badly i want to hear you say that face to face. when can i see you? say the word and i’ll send a car.

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[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon

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[  text  :  nikki  ]  :  i don’t know what the fuck a timon or a pumbaa is, but how could i pass up such a glorious opportunity to watch you make an ass of yourself?[  text  :  nikki  ]  :  i’m on my way.[  text  :  nikki  ]  :  and just to be clear, there will be no dueting.

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[text] Come over. With condoms.

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[  text  :  sage  ]  :  i’m assuming this is yet another case of drunken phone thievery.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  you really ought to set a passcode. or find better friends.[  text  :  sage  ]  :  i’d hate to start holding you to these demands…

[love-personal]

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like this if u want memes from lucky or adrian pls im too lazy to scroll

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     after receiving a scathing review from a certain hard-to-please critic, adrian storms into the kitchen, prepared to throttle everyone responsible. ‘ where is lindström? ’ scarlet with fury, he makes his intentions clear. pots and pans clatter to the linoleum as he whips his gaze about, until finally settling on a prep cook who hadn’t the courtesy to tremble. snatching a scrap of pepper from the cutting board and pinching it between his fingers, he uses a trained eye to examine the handiwork. not bad — if he were running an applebee’s off the freeway. mediocre knife skills had no place in the kitchen of adrian cabot. ‘ my niece could slice a better chiffonade, ’ he growls, flinging the offending pepper out of sight. ‘ and she’s four. ’ that searing stare cools as it falls upon the real reason he’d made a target of the young man. as he circles back towards the incompetent employee, his tone becomes eerily calm. ‘ perhaps you should spend a little less time chatting up my hostess and a little more practicing the skills i hired you for. ’

@sageryans

[maurawrites]

Casey Deidrick in ‘Eye Candy’

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axelhvnter‌:

For the longest time, Axel refused to admit that maybe, just maybe, he and Adrian were like two peas in a pod. Perhaps he’d been jealous of the fact that there was another good looking guy with great hair who could go after his self-given title of 'the best looking’ ( yeah, nobody could say he wasn’t a cocky dick ). But after a while, they both could admit that they were actually… friends. And as friends, Axel often shot him a message to meet him somewhere for drinks and tonight? Well tonight was an Ace of Spades kind of night. ‘Hurry up. Stop looking at yourself in the mirror.’ he texted Adrian, flagging the bartender down so he could order himself whiskey on the rocks. | ( @cabcts ) 

     as fate would have it, the message arrives as adrian is doing just that — appraising his reflection in the three-pane mirror, ochre eyes glowing with admiration. his stylist, rodrigo, had truly outdone himself with this latest haul, each suit custom-tailored to his precise measurements. was there anything more gratifying than a piece of clothing that fit just right? deciding his response is best delivered in person, he gives his tie a final adjustment before taking the elevator down to the first floor. three minutes later, he’s breezing towards the bar, one of ace’s mythic martinis already on the brain. thankfully, axel was easy to spot — simply follow the scent of whiskey and cologne. ‘ you would be too, if you looked like this, ’ he says by way of greeting as he takes the vacant stool, summoning the bartender to prepare his usual order. as the young man gets to work on his drink, he pays his friend an impish grin. ‘ patience is a virtue — or so i’ve heard. ’