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peter vendall. xxvii social media manager you get fire proof from going through hell

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emilysullivan:

It felt weird to be having a casual conversation with Peter, when she was the kind to completely take one side and never leave it; and that side she had taken was her sister’s. She had seen the way Holly had sulked after things were done with Peter and since she was her sister, of all people, Emily felt a hundred times more protective than she would had it been just a friend of hers. She didn’t have much experience when it came to relationships. She was twenty-nine and never really had anything past a casual fling, but of course she had developed feelings for someone else before and she knew what it was like to feel like all expectations had been crushed. Still— when it came to the matters of Peter and Holly, although exhibiting her annoyed expression, she didn’t really have a bone in her to be rude to him and for that, she was damning herself. “Yup, Buba is into steaming romance novels,” she said with a sigh, not really willing to let any more information out. “Hm,” she scratched her forehead, trying to choose her words, “nope, that’s unlikely Holly, she knows there are things that make me laugh better than 50 shades’ books, like little kids falling and men getting kicked in their groin.”  

“Maybe she sent them to the wrong old lady then,” he teased, sure it wouldn’t help the tension between them. But he was tired of walking on egg shells around her, feeling as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. Sure, things had ended between him and Holly and it had upset her sister, but he was more capable of having a pleasant conversation with the girl he nearly dated than her sister. He had tried to be sympathetic, to give them space, but the universe had other plans. The pair didn’t live too far from one another, often bumping into each other in different spaces and they would eventually learn how to get over this awkwardness. An uphill battle, clearly, evidenced in her final words, but he couldn’t help but be amused by them. A smile tugged at his lips and he bit back a chuckle. “Have you done that before – kicked a guy in the groin?”

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lukebrivers:

“How long has it been since we hung out?” Luke asked as he approached the kitchen area of his apartment to get the beer out of his fridge. “We can put all the blame on Spencer and say he’s been overworking you too much.” He joked. If anything, he was the one who had been busy lately with his own job, never having a schedule that was close to normal. Luke walked back towards Peter and handed him one of the bottles before plopping himself down onto the couch. “So what’s new? What’s the hot goss as they call it.”

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“You can. I think I’m on thin ice as it is,” he offered, taking off his coat to plop down on the other’s sofa. “I’ve gotten a little comfortable now that we’re all friends. Almost snapped him at work the other day before deciding against it.” His relationship with Spencer was what most would call unusual; they shared the same circle of friends, would bump into each other outside of the office, knew details that were considered inappropriate for most office dynamics. One such detail came to mind at Luke’s question, wondering if he was able to break the news. Surely, he would have known – it made more sense for Emily or Spencer to have told Luke before ever letting him know, but he wasn’t entirely sure. “Got a girl into bed by sending her Spiderman memes, that was cool,” he admitted, taking a swig of beer, wondering how to bring up their friends’ personal business. “You?”

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emilysullivan:

          That was turning out to be great already. Not only more than half of her friends were sucking face by now, the lesser half was preoccupied with shooting whatever. It was a wonder why Emily was friends with them, but then again, they were all in their late twenties, single and most of them were ready to mingle— or mingling already. Emily wished she could be like that, but she was sitting on the bar, enjoying her beer and glancing back every few minutes to see if they were done. Her not being there didn’t have anything to do with Peter, but more with the fact that she desperately needed to not appear on camera doing things her students might see in the end of the day. It was embarrassing enough when she caught them trying to buy alcohol whenever she went to the grocery store in Allston (when it was needed). Either way, time passed and she brushed off some Leprechauns who had come to speak with her, not really in the mood. She was about to grab her purse and leave the vicinity for the day, calling it a night and heading back home when she heard a voice coming from next to her. Rolling her eyes was being more like an instant reaction than anything else, but she tried to suppress it this time around and turn to look at him with a dead pan look. Would she ever try her best to be nice to him? She didn’t know yet, but she did wave off his offer. “You don’t need to pay that— I wasn’t in your video,” she said, taking a small sip from her beer and glanced back when he said her friends were free, saying that one of them was not sucking face. “Well, she wasn’t sucking face, but she is right now. It’s fine, I was kind of wanting to go home anyway,” Emily shrugged lightly. “Are you done? I mean— did you only come here for content? No enjoyment whatsoever?”

“I didn’t pay for their drinks,” he admitted, taking a swig of beer. It was originally part of the promotion, but with the expected number of participants, he couldn’t get the budget approved. They would lose money if they bought beer for anyone interested in being filmed for the commercial, instead only offering that they could be featured in the marketing materials. That was enough for most participants, their ears perking at the idea of making it into an advertisement for a popular business. But it wasn’t for Emily. Nothing ever was. He waved the bartender off, reaffirming that her drink be added to his tab, a brow quirked when she mentioned leaving. “Didn’t you just get here?” he asked curiously, shaking his head at her own question. It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked that today, or ever, but he enjoyed the work that he did and was having more fun than she seemed to be having. “This is the third of six bars we’re hitting tonight, so we’ve got a while to go. It’s not bad,” he confessed, cupping his hands around his mug. “You’d be surprised at some of the shit people will do to go viral, so that’s been fun. But I’m drinking, getting hit on,” he added with a smile, sure she’d finally roll her eyes. “I don’t really have any complaints.”

“You, on the other hand, are the only person in this bar who isn’t having a good time, which is really harshing my mellow,” he teased, hoping she’d finally crack. “So what’s your poison – you into pool, darts, knocking guys down a peg? We’re going to turn your night around.”

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Texts | Peter

Liz: right? why would anyone support legalized homicide, i'll never understand.

Liz: mhmm, i was in a sorority called zeta beta zeta while i was studying in tufts. good days.........

Liz: well i buy it because it's less complicated than android. i see your point but that doesn't change the fact kardashians are garbage.

Peter: this election cycle's shown that people will support all sorts of bullshit

Peter: give me a minute to marinate on this. was it a social sorority or one of those nerdy ones?

Peter: come on lizzie mcguire, they're nice enough people. i wouldn't call them garbage

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rcneealexander:

“My daughter’s 25th birthday is coming up and I have absolutely no idea what to get her. Do you possibly have any sort of clue what a twenty five year old woman would want?” She raised her eyebrows inquisitively to the person next to her. It was funny because whenever she spoke like that, it seemed like she was never 25 in her life.

“A steady income, a roof over their heads, emotional security,” he trailed of. “A vacation?”

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ryanvogt:

“Little fuckers getting into these open houses to cause chaos and ruin my fucking job.”

Call an exterminator? No one’s going to buy a house with that shit running around.

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hunterneverprey:

Daniel: I’ll just be traumatized from it, of course. Not really.

Daniel: I’m very blessed to be in the 6’ club.

Daniel: I’m still salty about you having four inches more.

Peter: I’ll have you sign a waiver before we begin. Another one bites the dust, I guess.

Peter: Just barely made the cut

Peter: We still talking about height?

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Texts | Philippa

Philippa: YASS QUEEN, I mean King hahaha! :D

Philippa: I know, I love him bc he's a little shit. He crack me up with his shit excuses. PREACH YOUR COMMENT!

Philippa: You talk as if Sounds of Music is a bad thing. I'll be happily waiting while watch this over, and over again. But I'm Audrey Herpburn mood, I might watch her movies.

Philippa: Where are you going ???

Peter: i'm mildly concerned

Peter: to say the least. he was funny back in 2012, but now he's in his 30's and has three kids. might be time for him to get it together.

Peter: doing too much of anything is a bad thing. fun fact, i haven't seen any of her movies. sit on that till i'm home

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Texts | Jamie

Jamie: Yeah, but she's kind of a bitch. You can actually do better.

Jamie: Hey. I want to throw up about it. 🙃 🙃 🙃

Jamie: This is really helping my self-esteem.

Peter: and your buddy can't?

Peter: going about the same then?

Peter: it only took a few hours to finish

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Texts | Peter + Imani

Imani: I will and people can see you in natural sunlight and it will just be a beautiful thing. No curfew, I can stay out as late as I want.

Imani: When your friend says it's their treat on Taco Tuesday...

Peter: might melt in the process, best to avoid garlic too. no ball and chain waiting on ya?

Peter: need me a freak like that

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Texts | Lucy

Lucy: Boring, as usual.

Lucy: When are you coming back? We need some havoc-wrecking times and display your dimples out on the bostonian night.

Peter: you haven't found some trouble to get into?

Peter: Not until next week. We've got a couple more interviews and events to attend. Guess the boss man's p popular. We'll grab a drink when i'm home.

Peter: maybe i'll actually outdrink you this time

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emilysullivan:

It was a much longer explanation than she was aiming for, but what else she could expect? Peter always seemed to meet her annoyance with a dimpled smile and politeness, which only made her further annoyed, because it just seemed as if nothing had happened. She was a full believer that someone didn’t just mistake things on their own — there had to be some help. So, either Holly’s friends made her think that everything with Peter was more than it was, or Peter nudged her on the way. It didn’t really matter, did it? Her little sister still was left crying and slightly heartbroken and she still seemed to be meeting Peter everywhere she turned. Emily sighed and was about to say a big no, when Hannah simply extended her hand, introduced herself and gave her drinks for him to help her, taking one drink out of Emily’s hand. Jesus, she was almost thirty, she shouldn’t be going through these things. She shook her head. “I really don’t want to appear in any footage, so I’ll be waiting for you to be done in the bar, okay? More than half of you are already sucking face, anyway,” she said after she had taken a look at the table. “Come get me when you’re done?” She threw a look at Hannah, who simply nodded, but wasn’t really paying attention to anything. Emily gave Peter a look before turning on her way and going to the bar with her drink.

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it would take more than a dimpled smile to crack Emily. She was right to be angry; she had to pick up the pieces, had to manage the aftermath, whatever tears and anger occurred after his last appearance at their home. But that was months ago. He had hoped the pair could move forward, but it seems they were still stuck. When she excused herself – more politely than she could have – his attention turned to Hannah, carrying the girls’ drinks back to their table. They were an easier sell, suggesting poses and ideas for the video that would capture their best angles and Peter couldn’t help but chuckle at the contrast. He went along with what was offered, watching the women switch from being nervous to overly aware of the camera’s presence, shooting both sides to cover his bases. When they were finished, he thanked them, letting Hannah know that he would send their friend back before heading towards the bar. His approach was cautious, but it didn’t keep the smile from tugging at his lips as he took the empty stool beside her, calling over the bartender to order a beer. “And can you add her drink to my tab?” he questioned, gesturing towards the blonde beside him, speaking to her when the man had taken his order. “You can have your friends back,” he mused. “At least one of them isn’t ‘sucking face’ but she did offer to for content.”

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Texts | Peter

Liz: Not really if you pick minorities as your clients. Besides I am also against death penalty -- whether they are guilty or not, I will make sure none of my clients is going to get executed.

Liz: I was in a sorority, I was used to study in noise. It's not that hard if you really want to do it.

Liz: Well yeah but the reason they are getting hired not because they are interested though, it's because they have a name. It's all about brand's PR tactics, isn't it? Don't even ask me why I know few things about these tactics but I do.

Peter: i'd be more concerned if you weren't against the death penalty

Peter: wait you were in a sorority?

Peter: sure, but most things are about branding. no one owns an iphone thinking it's a better quality phone; it's garbage, they rarely improve the system, but you'll still buy it because everyone else has one and android has shitty emojis

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Texts | Peter & Lucas

Lucas: I went out last night...

Lucas: True, but when you're new to a town you want to make a good impression lol

Lucas: I wouldn't want to impose.

Peter: no one's going to tell on you if you do it again

Peter: are you worried about making it onto page 6?

Peter: not imposing but you'll need to ease up a little bit. Have a conversation, toss a shot back - or don't, but try not to be so stiff

Peter: you'll find us by the pool tables

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Texts | Jamie

Jamie: Probably, but she doesn't deserve you, tbh.

Jamie: They look so professional 🙌👏

Peter: i don't mind dating girls out of my league

Peter: speaking of, how are things with you and little grey?

Peter: an editing crew will do that for you

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Texts | Peter + Imani

Imani: I'm gonna film you so there's actual evidence of this... Sounds perfect!

Imani: More often than one would think.

Peter: only if you'll send it to me after. It'd be a great shot. What's your curfew look like?

Peter: name one other instance where it was relevant

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Texts | Philippa

Philippa: nEVAAAHHHH ♥_♥

Philippa: Who? From the Kardashian's? Probably Scott Disick and Kris Jenner. She's the best. Who's your favorite Kardashian?

Philippa: Hm.... We can go now, I don't have anything else to do.

Peter: did you write that sober?

Peter: scott's questionable dating history isn't doing him any favors. Kris I can get on board with. She's a PR messiah lbh

Peter: you might need to watch the sound of music for another week. I'm heading out of town for a few days on business, but we can grab a drink when i'm back