olivia jane drake.

OLIVIA JANE DRAKE.26. London native. Waitress by day, student by night, and recovering problem always. " Wrap me up in CHANEL inside my coffin... Might go to HELL and there ain't no stopping. Might be a sinner and I might be a saint, I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed... SWEET LITTLE BABY in a world full of pain. "

[olivia-drake]

l o g a n.

“Hey!” Logan called out to the woman as she took a bite of his hotdog, a little perplexed but with the spirits being so high, he couldn’t be annoyed at her. In fact, he thought it was hilarious and apparently so did she, as she laughed along with him. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else this could have ended badly,” he teased. “You don’t have cooties, do you?”

Additional laughter continued to trickle out as the slim tips of Liv’s fingers swiped the curve of her lips to make sure she was free of crumbs. “Right now I could pretend like I thought you were someone else before I helped myself but---” It would’ve been a lie. The only thing she’d cared about was the food being waved in her face (even if there hadn’t actually been any waving). “I swear I’m as cootie-free as I am cute. I’m also still ravenous... how about I treat us both to a new one?”

[olivia-drake]

a x e l.

“I’m not the only one, but I’m definitely one of the best. But, hey, if you wanna find someone else, that’s fine with me.” Axel hadn’t been in town long, but he’d certainly made a name for himself already. “I have a perfectly good heart and completely innocent intentions, why is that so hard to believe?”

Liv didn’t believe for a second that she was his only business, so his words struck her as being the truth. Either way it didn’t really matter, because she had no intentions of going back to her previous dealer. Not if she could help it, at least. While she didn’t know much about the club he associated with she knew enough to understand they were the kind of people you didn’t want to piss off. Considering she had a talent for doing just that--- “I’ll stick with you for now... if you can learn how to be nicer to your customers. And I dunno. I guess you just have one of those faces.”

[olivia-drake]

a x e l.

“That may be so, but if you want to keep getting good deals, I’d try being a little nicer.” He shrugged. “I mean, I’d be happy to take my business elsewhere. Plus, I don’t get anything out of this. I’m running this shit out of the goodness of my heart.”

“You say that as if you’re the only dealer in town? I have it on good authority that I can take my business elsewhere, too.” It wasn’t a lie but at least she softened her jabs with the presence of a tiny smile. Realistically she was happy with him product for the time being so she wouldn’t be breaking their arrangement. Not unless her new marriage got in the way. “Something leads me to believe your heart and good intentions are up for debate, though. I don’t buy it.”

[olivia-drake]

a x e l.

“That’s no way to talk to the guy that just hooked you up, is it? I gave you a good deal, doesn’t that earn me some niceness?” Axel was leaning against the wall of the booth, his arms folded across his chest, but he pushed off from it, just so he could duck quickly if she did aim at him.

Throaty chuckles spilled out from her rouged lips the moment Axel ducked out of the way. It was probably a smart move. Liv was just as likely to be joking about the throw as she was to be serious. “I already played nice by stepping up to the plate and giving you business here, too. Now all bets are off.”

[olivia-drake]

c h a r l i e.

a life lesson for charlie would be going into school on a summer holiday, wouldn’t be the best idea especially with this festival outside of his window. although the secondary school is further away from the main center of town, they weren’t too far away for people to walk here. or even see the small city come to life. this was when charlie had to just look instead of focusing on the current marking, his finger twiddling away on his phone to call a certain someone. or anyone.

“um hey? wanna go to that summer festival? apparently i could perform there.” he asked in a shy voice, not too sure of the nature of how serious they would be to go with him. but just have some one take him there would be alright.

Liv didn’t mean to eavesdrop but she couldn’t help but overhear the quiet phone conversation taking place next to her. Even though it wasn’t really her place to butt in she did it anyways. “If you’re looking for a tag along, I’m game.” The brunette had been heading there anyways, so it wasn’t like she’d actually be going out of her way. Besides, he’s let the word perform drop and now she was curious. The girl never did know when to mind her own business. Still ignoring the fact that he was on the phone she chimed in a second time. “What is it that you do? Performance wise, I mean.”

[olivia-drake]

a x e l.

“Dude, your aim is terrible. The game isn’t rigged, you just kinda suck. So, you wanna try again and prove me wrong, or are you gonna quit?”

The rubber ball gave a bounce within Liv’s palm as she narrowed her gaze at the guy behind the booth. “What I’m going to do is pitch this straight at your face if you don’t shut up.” So she’d missed her first several shots? Who could blame her? Coordination fell to the wayside when you were basically a walking cocktail of booze and bud.

[olivia-drake]

l o g a n.

“But seriously, you gotta try these hotdogs—” Logan said before taking a massive bite of the one he’d just bought. He had barely managed to chew before he spoke amazing, his mouth full of food. “They’re amazing.” 

“How did you know I was starving? You’re like a psychic!” Liv exclaimed as she leaned forward to devour a bite straight from what was already in his hands. Then, pausing halfway through her chewing, dark eyes ringed with the tell-tale spiderwebs of red lifted to meet his gaze. Not only had she been hungry but she was high as a kite. “Wait--- did you say a hot dog or yours...? Because I might’ve misinterpreted this suggestion...” Inebriated giggles found a way to spill out as she swallowed the food.

[olivia-drake]

l u c a s.

Lucas was enjoying his day at the beach. He allowed himself to lay in the sun for quite some time before he decided to do something else so he wasn’t a complete lobster. He pulled his shirt on and headed over to the summer bash that was going on in town. He walked along the different games and everything before he felt himself colliding with someone. “Oh, sorry. Did mean to bump into ya.” He told them as he smiled softly. “Kind of glad I did though, it’s kind of boring to be at these things by yourself. Nobody to share the fun with.”

Liv gave an obvious, although mostly affectionate, roll of her eyes the moment her shoulders collided with her brother’s. “If I had to guess, I’d say it’s more like you’re stalking me to make sure I don’t get into any trouble.” It was a tease at most. With all the hype surrounding the summer festival down at the Pier it wasn’t surprising that they’d managed to find each other unintentionally. “Why are you here alone?” Considering she was currently flying solo it seemed like an odd question, but at least she had an excuse. Her shift at the kissing both had only just ended minutes ago.

[anawasilevski]

[olivia-drake]

c h e r r y.

“Fuck, my liver is going to hate me,” she groaned with a laugh. It seemed like lately all she did was partying; getting drunk and taking drugs. That’s what happened with you work in the industry she did, it made you rebellious and sometimes, self destructive. “But you’ve got yourself a deal. Where are we headed? I’m practically starving.”

“It’ll survive. Don’t those things regenerate anyways?” Hell if she knew, but she’d convince herself it was true regardless. Whatever helped you sleep at night, right? If Liv thought too much on the consequences of the years of partying beneath her belt she might actually feel an ounce of regret--- and that just wasn’t acceptable. “How does that little diner down the block sound? I can get the greasy fries I’m craving, and--- what is it they’re feeding you models these days? Carrots and coke?” It was a purely playful comment; she’d been in that exact same profession years ago (even if very briefly) so she knew what it was like. “Either way, I’m sure they can whip you up something appealing and I’m here to help with the rest if needed.”

[olivia-drake]

d y l a n.

Dylan was about to open the door, if only to prove his point, when she mentioned him keeping her out of trouble. “You’ve got a point there. God only knows what you’d do if I wasn’t here to babysit you. It’s a scary thought, honestly.” Making his way back to the table, Dylan sat back down in his seat and went back to his burger. “I could go for a spontaneous night. Let’s do it.”

“The world would surely end. You’re my moral compass--- my voice of reason.” Did that mean she always listened to his words of caution when she ventured toward out of control territory? Absolutely not... but he had saved her from enough messy moments that the labels fit well enough. With a grin wide enough to stretch from there to London she immediately went for the kitchen cabinets and produced a bottle of tequila. Just her choice alone proved how determined she was to see the night end with anything and everything unexpected. “Alright, you’ve committed yourself to a night of debauchery. Buck up, Dyl, because it’s all over now.”

[ TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT MORNING BC BLACK OUT DRUNKNESS ENSUED ]

The weak morning light filtered in through gauzy curtains that most certainly did not have a place within any inch of Liv’s apartment. For a moment the brunette remained completely perplexed at the sight, wondering where in the hell she could be, when something altogether different managed to capture her attention inside. Namely... the warmth of a body in the bed at her right. Normally waking up to a stranger wasn’t an uncommon factor in her life, but waking up next to a shirtless Dylan was. Blinking as if it would help clear the fog in her mind, Liv remained completely still on what she was now realizing was a hotel mattress, desperately struggling to pull together the pieces of their previous night... not to mention figure out why there was a very prominent ring now wrapped around her left hand. “What the fu---!”

[olivia-drake]

j e t.

“Give it time, I’m sure someone will.” Jet teased, shaking his head. “Honestly, with each passing second, I’m getting closer and closer to putting the world out of it’s misery.”

“What a gentleman,” Liv drawled right back as her dark orbs gave an obvious roll in response. Really though, the gesture was completely lost behind the fact that the girl was still laughing. To anyone else it would’ve seemed like they truly couldn’t stand one another, but they each knew at the end of the day their friendship would remain. “You haven’t done it yet, though, which means I still have a few more moments of aggravation left. So--- tell me what’s new. What’ve you been up to lately?”

[ninadobrevdaily]

[olivia-drake]

ninadobrevdaily:

livdrvke: You say no. We say challenge accepted. #FamilyOfRebels #TBT 

[olivia-drake]

d y l a n.

Deciding to call her bluff, Dylan pushed his seat back and got to his feet, dropping his burger onto the plate in front of him. He knew there was a slim chance that he’d actually make it to the door, let alone out of it. Without a word, Dylan turned towards the door and slowly made his way over to it. “Hey, when I got here, you already had a place. Not my fault, it’s on you. Plus, I was mad at you for leaving me in the first place.” He spoke over his shoulder, still heading for the door.

Liv watched him make a grand show of heading to the door, seemingly unaffected as she picked a piece of tomato off her burger and left it on the plate. It wasn’t until he was but an inch from reaching the knob that she finally turned her gaze up, her features already pulled into an expression that proved she knew he wasn’t serious. “A place with a spare bedroom. You were perfectly capable of taking it. Now--- sit your arse down and let’s get drunk. I’m feeling spontaneous tonight and if you leave who will keep me out of trouble?”

[olivia-drake]

j e t.

“It honestly shocks me that you’ve made it this far in life, it really does.” He watched as she made her way over to his fridge, not even phased by it at all, Olivia had made herself at home at his house a long time ago. “You talk a big game, you know that?”

“Honestly? It shocks me, too. How has nobody offed me yet? It’s a miracle.” Smirking over the rim of her bottle she struggled to contain a laugh. “And I’m well aware. It’s yet another reason why I’m truly surprised that nobody’s taken out a hit on my life. The world must have a limitless supply of patience. I’d have gotten rid of me ages ago.”

[olivia-drake]

l i a m.

“I think you have too, you know. I could be your actor if you ever needed one, you can even take me for a test drive if you’re questioning my abilities.” 

“What kind of serious producer would I be if I didn’t make sure my talent actually has talent before casting the parts? The offer is more tempting if you throw in a test drive for that Lambo, too, though. Just saying.”

[olivia-drake]

a c a d i a.

Hearing the name of the place she currently was helped quite a bit. She now had a name to match the surroundings and it brought a small smile to her lips. ‘ Right, I probably just had too much to drink. Sounds like something I would do. ’ That was a lie. Hardly did Acadia ever actually find herself somewhere drinking, especially so much to where she’d find herself passing out or getting sick. ‘ I think it’s safe that I stick with the latter. I’ve got nowhere else to be. ’

Liv knew it definitely sounded like something she would do. Not on the clock, of course, but as a patron. More nights that she could count in her past included hanging out in dimly lit pub booths knocking back drink after drink until her head had become a tilt-a-whirl. “We have a coffee maker in the back for employees when shifts get long. Why don’t I go and make you a cup? I still have a bit of closing to do. I don’t mind if you hang out until I’m done so long as you don’t go snitching on me to the boss come morning.”