wildest dreams.

nothing lasts forever. olivia "ollie" lowell, 31. dependent rp account for burlingtonrp

[ollie-lowell]

naomiowns​:

                    “It’s funny when it’s happening to someone else! Not when it’s overwhelming my voicemail. Mine!” Naomi groaned nonetheless. It was humorous and a pretty good prank, sure, but the teacher was stubborn enough to stick her ground. “I swear, whoever did this… I’m getting them back even worse.” 

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“You could always block the number,” Ollie pointed out. Though her personal favorite was to tell a child it was Santa and hand them the phone. Anyone who could be a dick to a child held a special place in hell for them. “But you can Catfish them by reverse-searching their phone number and put them on a list for the Rick Roll song.”

[jay-dee]

[ollie-lowell]

naomiowns​:

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5TH, 2021. THE FARMHOUSE TAP & GRILL, BURLINGTON VT.

                  “Alright, whoever gave my number out to the students can knock it off now. It’s getting a bit embarrassing. Especially since I’ve gotten anonymous forms of adoration and prank calls, and they aren’t even in my class.” Naomi grumbled. “Stop laughing, this isn’t funny!” ⇢ @burlingtonstarters​ !!!

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Olivia couldn’t stifle her laugh at the other woman’s words. “It’s not funny, but you have to admit...it’s a little funny,” she pointed out. 

[ollie-lowell]

Text → Ollie&&Aleya

Olivia: Hey, did you show up?

Olivia: I don't think I see you?

[ollie-lowell]

Angelic Angels & Devious Devils’ Event: Olivia Lowell

[dcbicki]

[rhysandarslan-deactivated202105]

@ollie-lowell

[ollie-lowell]

rhysandarslan​:

//

It was a self-indulgent act taking her up to the bar, hell it was a selfish man’s game and yet he was playing. Something about her presence drew him in and twisted him into positions he swore he’d never again find himself in. But maybe that was nostalgia for you, beckoning someone until the call was too mighty. “Whiskey it is then.”

Nodding his head towards the bartender, he raised his gaze to glance around the bar, as if he’d find some distraction or another within view. But all too soon his gaze was drawn back, and he was staring, tracing her features with his stare. As if he were hungry for the familiarity, Rhys couldn’t look away as she spoke. “Not like I can complain, I was the one who left in the first place.” A fact they both knew all too well. “Guess I could’ve come back at any point.” Yet he hadn’t, and now his gaze was moving towards the drinks being set down in front of them.

“You out with anyone, or just keeping warm by yourself?”

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For all of the looks they’d shared over the past couple of months, speaking was far different. At least with the looks, Olivia could pretend he didn’t come back. In a way, having him gone had been easier. There was no telling what could have happened with the demise of their relationship and he was a reminder that stuck around town.

It wasn’t fair. While she wouldn’t have wished this on anyone, she still wished he could have carried some of it. “You could have, but then we wouldn’t have had this awkward little encounter.” Bitterness wasn’t a trait normally held within her, but it continuously seeped out. She swirled the amber liquid in the glass.

Her fingers tightened around it at his other question. It was on the tip of her tongue to lie. After all, didn’t the power of a breakup lie in who cared the least?

I picked myself up without you. I moved on without the closure you didn’t give me, she wanted to say, but she refrained.

“Keeping warm by myself. Kind of sad that this is the hottest ticket in town.”

[ollie-lowell]

gabriclla​:

*

Taking the nudge of the almond bowl as an invitation for company, Gabriella moved one seat closer to the other. “I’m just praying the hospital doesn’t call me in before I can claim intoxication as a viable excuse,” she’d answer with a laugh, scooping out a few almonds while waiting for her order. “I saw the weather reports,” and usually the young woman wasn’t the type to so brazenly ignore professional advice, “but, I just didn’t think it’d be this bad. Apparently, that’s what I get for thinking at all.” 

The bar was surprisingly teeming with life, much more than she’d expect with such severe storm warnings. It reminded her of the time she’d vacationed in Florida during hurricane season. The locals would continue about as if the sky wasn’t falling down on their heads. Gabby wasn’t sure if she could chalk it up to optimism or recklessness, in either case. 

“They probably thought people wouldn’t be dumb enough to come out in a blizzard,” came Gabby’s answer just as their drinks were placed before them. “To bad decisions,” she toasted, bringing the rim of the glass to her lips and taking a healthy swallow. The sting of alcohol lit her throat on fire, but the woman accepted it without notice. “Hey, I think I recognize you. You were a few grades above me in school.” Finally, extending a hand, she introduced herself. “I’m Gabby Cardoso.”  

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Olivia sucked in a breath and shook her head. “I would have lied and said I was already intoxicated,” she admitted. Hopefully her new companion was a better person. Olivia had lost count of how many times she had seen public drunkenness of people at her work, though she’d never pulled the trigger for herself. The snow seemed to come down in fat flakes, already sticking to the streets. 

She clinked her glass against the other woman’s and downed the rest of her drink. “Bad decisions,” she agreed. With the bartender clearly interested in other patrons, Olivia leaned to pull her wallet out of her purse. She pulled out singles and held them between her fingers. “Hey, bartender! Keep us in mind and you’ll get a tip for every drink.” Two dollars went to him and she was soon greeted with another drink. “Probably, nice to meet you, Gabby. I’m Olivia Lowell.”

[vultury]

Johnny Dangerously Sentence Starters ;;

❝  Well, maybe if you hadn’t drank so much, the whole thing would clear up. ❞

❝  This little gadget right here. Little something I came up with. Prevents stealin’ - stops guys like you. ❞

❝  Go ahead, call the cops! Let’s get this over with. ❞

❝  It always does this when I talk about the past. ❞

❝  The Lower East Side. This really sucks. ❞

❝  Do I have to break the law? ❞

❝  You were always a sucker for a left. ❞

❝  Bless the saints, it’s an ashtray! I’ve been thinking about taking up smoking. ❞

❝  NO MORE NODDING! ❞

❝  It’s a free country, ice-hole. ❞

❝  You fargin sneaky bastage! ❞

❝  It’s the .88 Magnum. They made it for him special. It shoots through schools. ❞

❝  I never should have picked a name like that. A name like that you gotta live up to. ❞

❝  Sure, we did illegal things. But we never bothered the general public. ❞

❝  Sure, and I’ma the Pope! ❞

❝  I love him, but someday I’m gonna knock him on his ass. ❞

❝  I know what you can’t say. You wanna get laid. You wanna hump your brains out! Vavoom, vavoom, vavoom! ❞

❝  I’m not wearing a bra. ❞

❝  You got spirit. Spunk. Fire. Verb. You got – those. I like those on a woman. ❞

❝  I’ve fulfilled a lot of people’s predictions about me. I’ve become a real scumbag. ❞  

❝  He sent us a robot! ❞

❝  My mother grabbed me once… Once. ❞

❝  Dames are put on this earth to weaken us, drain our energy, laugh at us when they see us naked. ❞

❝  This is fargin’ war! ❞

❝  Don’t let anything come between your testicles, and you. ❞

❝  You shouldn’t shoot me, ___. My grandmother shot me once… Once. ❞

❝  It’s too late, and I’m outta date. ❞

❝  I wanna live… dangerously. ❞

❝  You’d feel better if you had a cookie! ❞

❝  But - what about crime?! ❞

❝  This goes through armor. Then it goes through the victim, through the wall, through the tree outside… ❞

❝  Let’s go to the bar, I’m buyin’. ❞

❝  I say, ‘I’ll see you behind bars’. ❞

❝  I AM handicapped. I’m psychotic. ❞

❝  Uh, ___? This ain’t Chicago. We’re in New York. ❞

❝  The priest you’ve requested has arrived. ❞

❝  Summa cum laude. Magna cum laude. The radio’s too loudy. Adeste fidelis. ❞

❝  Dreams don’t always come true. ❞

❝  I go both ways. ❞

❝  I’m glad we waited, but I can’t wait anymore. ❞

❝  Because the guy upstairs shuffles the cards, and we just play with what we’re dealt. ❞

❝  You can’t fight me, I’m too good! ❞

❝  Hey, how about a thank you? ❞

❝  We got plenty to say to each other. We got a lot in common. ❞

❝  Please, take a break and eat something. ❞

❝  It’s gonna be like shooting ducks in a pond. ❞

❝  You missed the bus, they missed the bus, when’s the next bus? ❞

❝  You weren’t really gonna kill me… were you? ❞

❝  Hey kid, don’t forget; Crime. Doesn’t. Pay. ❞

[ollie-lowell]

matteoxmolina​:

Matteo chuckled and shook his head at the person singing. “ I get the idea of wanting to honor your favorite artist or song, but is it really honoring them when it sounds like that?” He asked with a small laugh.

“And all knowledge is enriching, even if you only use it once or twice in your life.” He said with a small shrug as he sipped his beer. “You gonna get up there and sing us a tune?” He asked her.

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Ollie’s nose scrunched up at the off-key yodeling of ‘oasis’ and ‘places’. Someone needed a new tune and fast. “I don’t think so. I mean, there’s a difference between your car, the shower, and public,” she responded with a shake of her head. 

“Alright, touché. I know way too much otherwise useless information. It’s illegal to eat oranges in your bathtub in California.” Olivia finished off her drink and set it aside. “God, no. I’m not gonna ruin anybody’s night with my godawful voice.”

[ollie-lowell]

juliet-lowell​:

It didn’t take a genius to notice Olivia was off tonight, just a big sister. Juliet frowned as she took in the brunette’s comments, eyes widening when she got to the punchline of the situation. “That-god, I may need to handcuff myself to my desk so I don’t go out to try and kill him or something.” She murmured, taking another sip of her wine. “Yes, of course Ollie. You do what you need to take care of yourself.”

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The words felt foreign on her tongue. All she could do was drink and wish to whatever listening deity existed that this entire night was just some fever dream that would break and she woke up in her bed. 

She’d take a hangover over this.

“It just threw me. There’s no need to actually go after him for any reason. It’s in the past and it changes nothing.” Believing her words was another thing; Olivia had gotten good at saying she was fine. Seeing him took her right back. “It just...pisses me off.” 

[ollie-lowell]

A look inside Olivia’s home...

Olivia lives in a small one-bedroom apartment downtown, full of natural light, a cozy atmosphere, and an open layout, and minimalistic decorations. 

[ollie-lowell]

closed starter for @juliet-lowell​

“Would it be in poor taste of me to call out tomorrow?” Olivia inquired as her head lolled to the side in the booth of the bar. “I need to get drunk and I can only do so if I’m not listening to chainsaws and sailor mouths.” 

Her dependence on alcohol to get her through the night was possibly bordering on unhealthy, but it was easily justifiable. 

“Rhys is here.”

[ollie-lowell]

rhysandarslan​:

//

It was there in her stare, those familiar cerulean hues exposing every sentiment that they both had shown to immerse in a sense of inattention. But alas, even the longest of battles could still be lost, and tonight seemed as if it was expecting the brute of it. “Maybe something stronger then,” A small part of him knew he should’ve walked away, allowed her to conceal her thoughts in the privacy of the dim lighting of the bar. But Rhysand had never been one to turn away from turmoil, even after all these years. 

“–whiskey?” The burn would be welcomed against the growing tension as he waved down the bartender, gesturing towards himself and the woman as he slid onto a stool.

“You look good, Ole.” Though his gaze didn’t’ dare drift to the woman as he spoke, a hand resting against the edge of the bar, knuckles white upon the wood. “But I never took you for one to enjoy The Tipsy Crow.” Nodding towards the bartender, he slid the two shot glasses towards the space between them, finally leading his stare up towards her. “Then again, it has been some time hasn’t it?”

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God, she was weak. She was weak for agreeing to this. She was weak for entertaining the idea of hearing him out. She was weak for even showing up to the fucking bar to begin with. And she was weak for that little part of her that still missed him and craved that familiarity in a time of uncertainty.

All of Olivia’s questions died on her tongue then and there as she took a long sip of her drink. At least, what was left of it. All of the questions she’d rehearsed in her brain simply...poofed. All of the things she wanted to yell at him, simply gone. 

“Whiskey’s fine,” she assured. Her nails drummed on the worn tabletop as she waited for the bartender to make her way around the bar to the better tippers. “Honestly, I hate it here, but it beats sitting around at home during the snowstorm. Booze is cheap, entertainment’s free.” 

When the tumbler sat before her on a new napkin, she took a gulp. She allowed herself to glance in his direction to look him up and down. “You look good, too, Rhys. Too long of a time, but, then again, I wouldn’t blame you for staying away.” 

[ollie-lowell]

malcolmwilde​:

︽

With the snow raging outside, Malcolm had retreated to somewhere that held much more for him than his empty townhouse- a bar. The best things about bars were that they held something that almost everyone needed. For some, they held the chance to let loose, for others, the chance to socialize. Some people just wanted to drown their sorrows while others were looking for a laugh. What Malcolm appreciated most about the bar that night, aside from the free-flowing booze, was the noise. Between the karaoke and the usual conversation filling the space, it was almost enough to drown out any and every thought that the man could possibly have.

As if knowing that she should add to that, the woman perched on the barstool next to him spoke up, drawing Malcolm’s dark eyes over to give her a cursory glance. “Life’s a bitch.” He said in concession to her fact, taking a drink from the beer in his hand as he considered her for a moment longer. “Information’s only useless if you don’t use it.” Malc added with a shrug of his shoulders, the leather of his jacket worn in by years of use only making a slight noise as he did so though the belting from the karaoke stage surely drowned it out. “Gimme another fast fact then.” He requested before continuing, “Here’s one for you in exchange- just like fingerprints, everyone’s tongue prints are different.”

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“Did you know you can rent the entire country of Lichtenstein for less than a million dollars per night? But you have to rent it for at least three days,” Ollie added, her head lolling from side to side as she took another long pull of her drink. She set it down on the paper napkin and flicked an almond into her open mouth. “Also DNA is not unique. If you have an identical twin, their DNA will be the exact same as yours. And there is also a one in one hundred million chance that someone else in the world will as well.” 

[ollie-lowell]

ssreaperking​:

―

“Ah,” his grin is clearly that of amusement as his mug of beer is placed before him; strong fingers lace around the handle, “so you just like to be a pain in the ass, eh?” his mouth moves into a small smile, “You’re a feisty gal, I like it.” and he lifts his mug to his lips, taking a large swallow of the creamy liquid, leaving a chocolatey flavor on his palate. Viggo nods as she explains her reason for coming to such an obnoxious bar, “I can see that. I am a fan of your ass so… smart move.” he says with a mild chuckle. 

A smirk follows her question, “I’d hoped to avoid the snow, I’m not wearing the right shoes for this shit.” with a glance at a nearby window, the snow steadily piling onto the pavement, he scoffs irritably, “It looks like I might not have a choice. I’ll fuckin’ deal with it after my beer.”  

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“Just call me the family disappointment,” she joked, taking another sip of her drink. It wasn’t true by any stretch of the imagination; if anything, her position in the family was well-earned. Her scotch’s smoky, smooth flavor rolled over her tongue and slipped down her throat in an amber burn. “There’s also not many watering holes to write home about. If I want to be overcharged for a beer I could buy from a grocery store or gas station while listening to the worst singers in town, I come here. And it’s good to know my ass is getting the attention it so richly deserves.” 

Olivia gestures to the leather jacket tied haphazardly around her slender waist and her hands slap down to her sides. “I don’t think anyone is. Stormy Clearweather on the TV never got anything right until now. I’m not wearing the right shoes or the right coat, either so it appears as though we are in the same boat.” 

[ollie-lowell]

matteoxmolina​:

Matteo had found his way into the bar after a long day of work. The weather had dictated quite a few people in the bar waiting for it clear up. It was unfortunately for Matteo karaoke night. The singers so far for the evening had not been very good and he had not had nearly enough alcohol to make them sound even remotely acceptable. He picked up the glass with the amber liquid taking a sip of it as he heard the women next to him speak. At first he wasn’t sure it was to him until she turned to look at him.

“No information is useless once you use it.” He said with a shrug. “Most songs from the 70′s and early 80′s are pretty fucked up. But the beat and the sound keep people singing.” He told her.

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The alcohol truly was a conversation lubricant. Olivia found herself swaying to the beat of someone belting Friends in Low Places despite the fact that Garth Brooks himself would probably pay to make it stop. 

“Would you consider your life enriched by this knowledge?” she pointed out and took another long sip of her drink. “If not, useless.”