the rising sun.

make it on your own, but we don't have to grow up we can stay f o r e v e r young. living on my sofa, drinking rum & cola underneath the rising sun i could give a thousand reasons why

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      “well, liz, my dear - give me a call if you hear wedding bells with teresa, okay? it sucks that things didn’t work out before - but it looks like you found something even more beautiful. congratulations.” anastasia hughes - better known as stacey - hugged her previous and prospective client before casually walking away, a flute of champagne in her hand. of course, it broke her heart to see that elizabeth was getting a divorce - her wedding had been beautiful, and she and charles had seemed so in love at the time.. but she was in good spirits, because elizabeth had fallen in love anew, and stacey was a fool for love, always hoped that the flame would always burn, even in the heaviest of rains. she’s startled, a bit, when she’s graced with the presence of a mutual friend. anaya - whose last name escapes her - a rather well known divorce lawyer in the area. she laughs a little. “i should’ve expected to see you here. after all, liz only ever wants the best in the business.” she giggles a bit, eyes squinting up in the corners. “not quite my favorite. i prefer engagement parties, unsurprisingly. this isn’t too terrible, however. i can feel the love between elizabeth and teresa in the air - it’s palpable.”

anastasia always reminded anaya of a sickeningly sweet cross between aphrodite and a cherub. she had met plenty of wedding and event planners, yet none of them seemed so easily intoxicated on the fumes of love as miss hughes did. she couldn't help but quirk a brow at the compliment from the gorgeous blonde. their businesses were practically life and death to each other, it was almost bizarre to receive accolades from a wedding planner. "i suppose that's why she picked both of us for our vastly different services," she mused, a slightly mocking lilt dripping from her voice. the smirk that was painted upon her tanned features only grew as she went to sit down next to the blonde. "unfortunately, i don't think there's going to be a wedding there." shifting back a little bit in her seat, anaya crossed her legs and sighed. "there's something about teresa i just don't trust. call it my lawyer's intuition." that was only the vague explanation. truthfully, she was convinced her client's new paramour was after her money, but she would never actually say that outloud. "you, however... you look good enough to fall in love with tonight. perhaps the next wedding you'll be planning will be your own."

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nolan truly wasn’t that concerned with the little fit she seemed to be close to having. he was a bit worried for the sole reason that he didn’t want her to cause a scene in front of the other people in the bar, but then again… they were nolan and bianca. it wasn’t like they were two scoundrels in a run-down bar on the shit side of town. they were miscreants of the upper crust, whose late night rendezvous was a scandal every business that was open far enough into the night had either experienced first hand or caught a whisper of. they were used to nolan’s playful womanizing antics, existing solely to rile up that spitfire temper of bianca’s. they had seen firsthand the way her full lips merely needed to curve into a smirk at another man before nolan was seeing red. they were toxic and dark and everyone knew, and their whispered were fueled by the human desire to see something beautifully tragic, like they were. he knew all the buttons the push, continuing to touch her just for a moment when she said not to because he was pretty sure she’d change her mind… if she’d continued to protest, his hands would’ve been off immediately, but surely enough, she was sighing and almost melting almost a second later. like clockwork, as he’d expected. “i’m sorry for being an asshole.” he said simply. “your tantrum was well earned, bi.” he smirks at her upon the kiss, groping her ass with a lopsided, boyish grin. “you want another drink, or you wanna head out?”

the few people that were also current patrons shot them a few dirty glances and the hissing of whispers soon filled bianca's ears. it wasn't her fault she was jealous, she had been that way since she was born. as a child, she yearned to have freedom, and was jealous of the ones that did. once she had it, she was jealous of the girls with piercings, then of the ones with tattoos, then of the ones with bigger breasts and smaller waists. it never stopped. when she met nolan, she was so sure that her heart would stop longing for things she had yet to have. except, that didn't happen. instead, she became jealous of the girls that smiled at him and flirted with him. she was jealous of the attention he could possibly give them instead of giving her. it was beyond toxic, she knew that. still, she could never help it. her mind traveled to a scrawny brunette that was friends with her cousin -- brianna. she often tried flirting with nolan and it made bianca sick to her stomach. dark eyes turned a touch darker with lust at the sensation of his touch and bianca knew she was gone for. "that depends," she replied, cocking her head to the side. small hands reached down and lightly grabbed hold of his forearms. her long, almond-shaped nails dug into his skin, but not nearly enough to do any damage. "what are we doing when we 'head out'? 'cause if it's nothing that important, i say we stay here and make a scene. there's a girl over there that's been staring at you." the brunette took a minute to nod towards the right of the bar, towards the section of stained, red leather booths. "and part of me wants to make her fuckin' cry. on the other hand, i'd really like to make you moan."

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      she doesn’t pay attention to eyes that linger on her. of course she knew somewhat of nate’s reputation, and she was expecting everyone to stare. of course, that was the goal here: vanessa loved attention. “you weren’t?” she was asking, moments later, still sipping on the cheap coffee in her cup. it was better than nothing, she supposed. brows would lift, and after swallowing the sip, she’d giggle. “that’s because i was. you think i come here every day because i like the food or something?” she was forward and maybe she overshared, but that was just who she was. around her family, she was quiet, taught to be seen and not heard - but otherwise? she didn’t have a filter, had never faced a consequence. she was a nice girl, a good girl, innocent. she was her mother’s pride and joy and her father’s trophy.. she never mistreated anyone and had a large circle of female friends.. but when it came to opportunities, like the other, for example - she was a go getter who got what she wanted. “is that okay, handsome? me being interested in you?” she’d glance out the window; this side of town wasn’t the best, and the only thing that really kept her safe out here was the daylight, and that everyone knew that if something happened to her, they probably wouldn’t get away with it. she really should stick to her side of the tracks, but.. “and don’t feed me lines about how it’s not safe over here. i’m well aware.”

nate could be charming and romantic, there was no doubt about that, but there was a small part of him that almost hoped the brunette would be disappointed in his confession. maybe it'd give her an excuse to run away. he was already charmed, there was no way he could tell her to back off now. "i'm not about to lie to you and say i was, babe." he said with a nonchalant shrug. no matter how much he hoped and pray that she wouldn't be interested, he was beyond thrilled at her own words. an odd bubbling sensation build in his abdomen and his heart thumped wildly in the base of his throat. the last time he felt like this was the very first time he had ridden a motorcycle, or the first time he had fired a gun. it was intoxicating. she sent a rush of pure, unadulterated adrenaline pupping through his veins and he was addicted almost instantly. shifting in his seat, nate leaned forward and stretched his tanned hand across the table, just centimeters away from hers. "darlin' anything you want is okay with me." was he being too forward? who cared, really. a howl of laughter slipped through his teeth. "i'm never going to be the person that tells anyone where it's safe and where it isn't. you're in charge of yourself, you seem like a big girl. you can go wherever your heart desires. besides, if you're anythin' like me, i bet the danger excites you."

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“i’m not blaming you, bianca.” nolan said, his words measured and tense as he struggled not to yell at her since they were in a public setting. “and i don’t want your key, okay.” he sighed, running his hands through his hair. “i’m just, i’m trying to figure it out, okay? i didn’t forget to put him up or forget to lock it. i never forget that. i didn’t mean to sound like i was accusing you, i was just asking.” he sighs, takes a long sip of his drink. “i’m sorry, okay, i get it. it wasn’t you.” he places his drink on the surface and slings his arms around her waist, sliding his hands into her back pockets. “come on, bi. i’m sorry. don’t be mad.”

"really? 'cause it sure as hell seemed like that," she growled. it was nearly impossible for bianca to remain composed when upset. the petite brunette was a storm of a woman, once she had gotten started, there was no stopping her until she herself was finished. she rolled her eyes and knocked back another gulp of her beer. it was only a matter of time before she exploded, she was sure. somehow he always knew how to push just the right (or rather, wrong) buttons. bianca clenched her jaw and shot him a cold glare, her usually warm brown eyes darkening in anger and irritation. "the only reason you don't want my key is 'cause you know if you get it back, i ain't sleeping with you anymore." her body was tense and she knew that her facial features were betraying her. there was a constant battle for her to not show her emotions but she was currently losing. how could she pretend to not be hurt by the conversations when she cared for him so much? "are you sure it wasn't one of the skanks that pretty much follow you like groupies? did you take one of them home and then they became obsessed or some shit?" she didn't know what she was talking about, that was for damn sure. still, the small idea that she had placed in her own mind only furthered the brewing storm inside of her chest. she had already started to pull away from him when his warm arms snaked around her waist. "don't," she protested, at least at first. the moment she felt his hands slip into the back pockets, she was gone. the glances of anger and irritation melted away into a glimmer of love, lust, and admiration. "i accept your apology, but i'm still gonna be a little pissed off 'bout that. i just--" a defeated sigh slipped from her lips. she couldn't lie that his touch always seemed to make all of the issues melt away. leaning in, she pressed a chaste kiss to the very corner of his lips. "i don't wanna fight right now. so... i'm sorry for my tantrum."

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      “you’re laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” she’d tease, brows lifting in mild interest when he kissed the back of her hand, only for her to burst into a fit of giggles. a flirtatious being like her should be used to affection, but her lust was only coupled with a timid naivete that could prove to make her quite the innocent individual. “okay, fine. then let’s go inside and you can enjoy my coffee over old coffee.” she tells him, stepping back a little so she’s out of his reach, before she’s pushing the door open, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he’s still following behind. it’s not long before they’re seated, and she’s drinking her beverage after ensuring it’s been properly loaded down with milk and sugar. she can’t take it any other way, especially with how bad it is there. “so, how long have you been watching me?” she’d ask, voice unbelievably casual. “because i eat breakfast here almost every day, and i see you out of the corner of my eye.. almost every day.”

      he had lived twenty-four long years and still, nothing rang out to be more beautiful to his ears than the sound of laughter. "if i was laying it on thick, ma'am, you'd know it," he mumbled as he stood up straight. he suppressed the urge to flash her a quick, flirtatious wink, making a mental note to tone it down just a bit. once her back was turned, nate couldn't help but beam with glee. there was a giddiness in his eyes that hadn't been there in he wasn't sure how long. upon entering the diner, heads turned and silence fell in front of them. whispers and soft scoffing could be heard, but not much else. he didn't want to break the news to her, but we was well, bad news. his father was the don of the gang in the area, the one that had turf where this very diner was located. his very presence often came with violence and general chaos. he had little to no interest in the burnt, black coffee that sat in his cup. if he was being honest, he was much more of a starbucks man, but he would never openly admit it. he was pleasantly surprised by her frank question. truthfully, he hadn't meant to really watch her; it was his post, he had to be here at certain times of the day to keep an eye on things. still, he couldn't deny that she had caught his eye. "i wasn't watching you," he replied cooly, tapping the table with his long, calloused fingers. "it's my turf, i have to be here for... business reasons." finally, his devilish smirk returned and his eyes squinted ever so slightly, a hint of curiosity in them. "however, if you've seen me out of the corner of your eye, that means you've been watching me too, princess."

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@renegcdes // “I don’t have anything to wear.” Premiere tonight is daunting to Genevieve. She’d starred in her own show and had several supporting roles in movies, but this was her first starring role - playing emily in what if i go. the focus on the carpet was going to be on her, and when they watched the movie they would follow her emotional journey - and probably scrutinize the world’s fakest cello playing scenes. she sighs, exiting vivienne’s room long enough to push the rack of clothes designers had sent her, each hoping that she would choose their dress. “will you help me pick? please?”

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Vivienne understood the nerves of premiere night, perhaps almost as well as Genevieve did. She herself had an album release party coming up within the next few weeks. Even then, as her sister stood before her, asking for advice, she was taken back. "What?" she asked, her brows slightly furrowed. "You're asking me for advice on what to wear? I can't tell if you're desperate or ill," she muttered with a chuckle. It wasn't exactly a secret that the sisters had rather different tastes when it came to self-expression, but Vi wasn't ever opposed to helping her sister out. "Sure, though, any excuse to look at cute clothes. But first, do you have a date or nah? This determines whether or not we're going cute or sexy."

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@sugarchampvgne​ // maybe this was the reason anaya was painfully single. she spent her days trying to help people out of their marriages for one reason or another and her life was funded by legally destroying households. elizabeth lexington was only married to her husband, lawrence for four years before filing for divorce. to anaya, it didn't matter why, but there was a small part of her that was deeply satisfied that the woman was leaving the idiot for another woman -- she just didn't know why. the party had a bright atmosphere, as though a weight had been lifted off of her client's shoulders. for the brunette lawyer, though? her wallet was heavier by a few thousand dollars and she wouldn't object. with a fruity drink in hand, she noticed a blonde across the room and recognized her nearly immediately. she was a highly suggested wedding planner. maybe she was already planning elizabeth's next wedding, or maybe she was at the party for moral support. the reason didn't matter much to anaya, she just knew that she wanted to talk to the other female. "so," she started off, slowly sashaying a little closer to the other, "are you havin' a good time, or is this kind of party not your cup of tea?"

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@renegcdes //  “Listen, when we broke up, you were supposed to return the key I gave you.” Nolan was telling his ex girlfriend with a slow, frustrated sigh. “I’m not saying that you were in there without my permission, okay, Bri? All I’m saying is that I know I put Roscoe in his crate before I left for the board meeting yesterday, and when I got home.. he wasn’t in his crate, and he got into the fuckin’ trash again.” He hands her the beer he’d bought her and sighed, looking around the nearly empty bar. Who the hell goes bar hopping on a Wednesday night? Not many people.. besides them, anyway.

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A distinct look of offense painted its way onto Brianna’s face at Nolan’s accusations. “Are you fuckin’ serious?” she hissed, eyes all but glowing with hurt. “I wasn’t even in town yesterday, I had to go to a meeting with a client downstate.” The brunette rolled her eyes and grabbed the beer from him. This. This was part of the reason they never made it work, she thought as she pressed the mouth of the bottle to her lips and took a giant gulp of the drink. “Haven’t you ever considered that maybe you were in a rush and forgot to lock his crate?” She hated fighting with him, but knew where it almost always ended. She released a heavy sigh and looked around at the empty bar, aside from a few regulars, they were the only ones there. “If you want your key back, all you have to do is ask, babe.” Bri chewed on her lip, trying to distract herself from the negative emotions she felt in the moment. “Just know that it means I can no longer let myself in when you want someone to come over and suck your dick late at night. Certainly wouldn’t break my heart.” 

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sugarchampvgne:

if she was telling the truth, she hated this godforsaken diner more than any other joint in town. the coffee was always burnt and they never got her food to her before it was cold. it was a waste of money - but she had money to waste, as well as time, and as long as she caught members of a certain gang lingering around the area (with one particular member in mind) she would continue to get breakfast there every single morning, making sure she looked her best and never looked at anyone for too long. she was doing the long con, here. and today, by some miracle, black dress swaying with her steps as she passes by the object of her affections, he says something. her fingers linger on the door to the restaurant, not looking at him for a moment to compose herself so she will not grin. then, she turns to face him, quirking a brow in a silent question and allowing him to continue. he’s even more handsome up close, and her heartbeat stutters. “well, i’m getting breakfast.” she tells him with a radiant grin taking over her features for just a moment. “and you’re more than welcome to join me if you’d like.” completely innocent company echoes in her head, it makes her laugh. “but i have to warn you - everything they serve here is pretty.. terrible.”

despite not wanting anyone else to know it, nathaniel actually had quite a bit of money. he was practically the prince of the gang, as his father was the don. he never wanted to let onto that fact, however. it was why he spent so much of his time around the poverty ridden parts of town, around the shitty diners and dirty record stores. he never brought attention to himself or his wealth. at least, to the attention of anyone other than the beautiful stranger. she was so beautiful. that's all that kept replaying in nate's mind as he continued to stare at the brunette. "are you now?" he questioned, quirking a brow. "i'm flattered by your acceptance of my offer, truly. i don't really give a shit if everything in here is terrible or not, quite frankly. i'll have good company to counter the awful coffee." his soft demeanor soon turned into a smug smirk, his trademark. bowing his head ever so slightly, he reached out and lightly grasped her hand. "may i?" without further notice, he bent down and lightly pressed his lips to the back of her hand, leaving a chaste kiss as a gift.

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it wasn't the first time that nate had laid his eyes upon the fair-skinned, dark-haired beauty. ell, it wasn't even the second, nor was it the third. had he actually been counting, it was probably well past twenty times since his dark, chocolate brown eyes had scanned her full body. it was practically the third time he had thought about approaching her, as a matter of fact. he always managed to convince himself that it wasn't fair to her. as a member of a gang, just speaking to her could leave her open to the possibility of being targeted, but he was a selfish man. there he stood, his tall, lean body pressed up against the cold brick of the old diner, with a lit cigarette in his hand. today was the day, he thought. it was the day he would finally approach the beautiful girl that seemed to plague his thoughts. nate pushed himself off of the wall and began to make his way over to her, a slight sway in each step he took. "excuse me," he said, a heavy rasp in his voice, "mind if i join you for... whatever you're doin'?" he stopped just a foot in front of her. the very moment he got a good, up close look at her face, a smile took hold of his features, practically glowing. "see, i'm a little loney an' could use a bit of completely innocent company."