DOB: August 20, 1990 ( Leo ⌠| Scorpio ✠| Gemini â )
AGE: 31
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Engaged
OCCUPATION: A&R Agent, Heavenly Records
ORIENTATION: Bisexual | Biromantic
GENDER: CIS Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TRIGGERS: Substance Abuse
Pip is the oldest of two, with two younger sisters.
Her parents were absent, always spending welfare checks on alcohol and drugs. She would have to steal the cheques before they could be spent to get her sisters clothed.Â
She was engaged to a local boy but broke it off when he made it clear he wanted to stay in Kings Head, and she wanted to leave.Â
Kai looked at the obviously frazzled woman and grinned. âIf youâre lookinâ for someone who has class, thatâs not gonna be me,â he admitted. Hell, funneling boxed wine was much classier than Kai could ever hope to become. âIf youâre lookinâ to get real fucked up, hereâs what I doâ you know the little airplane bottles they sell? Buy âem all. Doesnât matter what brands they are, youâre just tryinâ to get fucked up. Go home, open like four at a time and down âem at once,â he tapped his temple. âWork smarter, not harder. And here,â Kai grabbed his wallet and pulled out a half-smoked joint. âYou might need the rest of this more than me.â
âI never said I was after class, I was after a drink.â ninety nine percent of the time, she was happy to pretend she was classier then her origins would suggest but tonight she was just wanting to drink, to the point where sheâd drink anything. âMy hotel would love that,â she replied, it was definitely not something that she had done before but it did suit her late teens here in the area. âOh boy, didnât your mom ever tell you about taking drugs from strangers?â she grinned.Â
It had been his teamâs holiday dinner - something he was sure Nathaniel didnât organize for his direct reports - and the members of the tech team had a pretty good experience at the restaurant. He had paid for the entire dinner himself, but as far as his employees were concerned their dinner had been covered by Blackwood Industries. They had all departed, and Will was sipping a glass of scotch at the bar as he didnât quite feel like retiring for the night quite yet. âThis is actually my first time here, so I donât know the menu too well. They do have an extensive wine selection, I had a glass of the house red at dinner before this and it was exceptional. This scotch isnât bad at all either, I donât think you can go wrong at all.â
She twisted to face the man she had spoken to, a half smile playing on her lips as she listened to his response. She nodded approvingly, before arching an eyebrow. âIâll hold you to that quote, if things go wrong Iâll blame you. Expecting exceptional or bust.â she replied with an amused smile before turning towards the bartender, âScotch, please. Neat.â she returned her attention back to the man she had spoken to. âSo, first time here because new in town or just never have been here?â
âWait,â he feigned confusion, though his attention remained fixed on the array of liquor bottles behind the bar, rough palms patting at his limbs as if in search for a misplaced item. âShit, you had me thinking I either had a new job or I was slowly morphing into a fuckinâ menu.â His line of sight eventually lifted, turning to observe his new company. âAnythingâs good âere if you like it, Sweetheart. Tip for next time: try asking the people who work here.â
She rolled her eyes a little, looking at him with an amused look before she cleared her throat, waiting for him to finish talking. âActually, I have a weird theory about staff and what theyâd recommend. Theyâre paid to tell you what they think youâll like, probably based on whatâs the most expensive or they have too much of it. But equally, I like to hear what people who come to a place and what they like. Sometimes generates a more honest opinion.â she perhaps was more speaking on experience from some of the service staff she encountered in New York.
Why she couldnât just give up on work she had no idea, she had no ability to create a work / life balance that meant she had time to actually let loose. She was constantly putting out fires, and this latest one was surrounding a record deal that was close to falling through, âOk.. okay... Iâm done...Iâm over this... I --â she slammed her phone into her bag, âUhm, I need a drink. Whatâs good, I genuinely would just grab boxed wine through a funnel to my mouth at this point but letâs pretend that I have class. Whatâs good?â
Long runs werenât Ryanâs idea of a good time, but when her trainer put it on the schedule she had no choice but to comply. Several miles later and ready to call it for the day, Ryan was resting on a bench downtown sucking down water and eating some snacks to recover. Head twisting to the woman next to her, Ryanâs eyes narrowed a bit while looking at the phone screen. âUhâŠyeah, same ugly almost white, but not really color,â she confirmed. They looked the same to her, but Ryan also had no taste or eye for design.Â
âUgly.â she repeated, though honestly the thought that been in the back of her mind too, none of them were screaming out to her that they were the right colour. She glanced down at the screen again, and she sighed softly. âI thought as much, this is feeling hopeless.â she sighed softly, âSorry, I didnât mean to bother your drink break.â Â
Taking a break away from the office space at The Octavium, Aurora was glad to answer emails and try to figure out who to get in for the holiday bonanza out in the open. Though the air in Rhode Island was significantly colder than she remembered New Yorkâs to be, she was content in her oversized sweater and fingerless gloves as she typed away only to hear the blondeâs question. Brown eyes glanced over to see someone familiar, theyâd only met a handful of times in some industry parties but it was still a shock to see her all the same. âPippa?â She questioned curiously. âUh, this isnât a trick question like the gold dress versus blue dress debate right?â She peered at the selection, squinting even. âThe middle one looks more gold.âÂ
She glanced up as her name was spoken, and realised that she had inadvertently spoken to someone she knew and not realised it. âOh wow, Aurora hi.â she realised how rude sheâd sounded and completely forgot what she had previously asked as she hastened to apologise. âIâm so sorry, I didnât recognise you there for a second, how are you?â she asked, before returning her attention to the colours. âI thought that too, but apparently no, these are swatches from my assistant in New York and ...I swear, sheâs sent me the same colour three times over.â
Taking a sip of her wine at the table, it hadnât occurred to Stefania that there had been any more conversation until Pippa started to speak again. Questions about the wedding seemed to be in Stefâs wheelhouse of opinion; she loved an event, weddingâs in particular had been her favorite. Who didnât love a good marriage ceremony? âThey absolutely look different,â Stef paused, taking a better view of the phone to give her unsolicited advice. âThe one on the left has a more neutral beige tone, while the one in the middle has a bit of a bluer tone. I would say that the one on the right has the most neutral ivory shade, but youâd have to see them in person to really get a sense for what you want.â Her eyes lifted back to the blonde, âA neutral taupe would look better on your warm skin tone and blonde hair, tesoro.â