She had eyes full of dead dreams and the heart of a wild horse. She had summers dying on her, and her skin was unforgivable. Addictable. You loved her, and she would leave you for a plane ticket. Caramel hair, vanilla smell and she laughed like a child, and her accent was delicious, you could taste it every time she kissed you. You fall in love with her while walking on the beach, you asked about her tattooes while taking off her red dress in the ocean. She took all your money, calling her mamacita, knowing she would leave you broke with a broken heart. You had visions of her moving her body, every men tried to take her away from you. They offered her cigarettes and dreams. They would leave their wives for her, and she’d pray for them when they cried for her. You last saw her on the Columbian beaches, in all her youth, in that dress, with all her beauty.
“ oh c’mon what century do you live in ? ” he questioned with a laugh. “ you know how some people livestream themselves playing games ? ” he explained half wondered before rolling onto his stomach. “ i think they make big cash though, maybe that’s the type of guys you should be rolling. ” he snorted before letting out an actual laugh upon her words. “ that’s a business idea, romy. ” he noted.
“sadly, this one. that’s truly how low we’ve gotten in the name of entertainment?. i think i’d rather stick a pin in my eye than watch someone play video games online. people actually...-” she trailed with a shake of her head, a look of confusion riddling her features, tone showing just how baffled she was. “i think i could have gone my entire life not caring if i knew what the fuck twitch was.” she flicked her sunglasses back over her eyes, “mathieu, mi corazón - if the funds ever get that low - come to me. i’ll be your sugar bear - don’t ever fall into the depths of streaming yourself playing around.” she mused, letting out a laugh with a nod of her head, “i’ll get the twitch nerds to code it for me, throw it onto kickstarter and then sell the rights to pornhub. you’re in the business world; does that sound like a solid plan?” her fingers reached for a bottle of tanning oil, barely pausing to let the male get his two cents in and answer her question, “can you get my back?” it was more of a demand than a question as she was tossing the small bottle into his lap and turning to lay on her stomach.
juilet couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head in amusement at her FRIENDS reaction, ❝ i wouldn’t say it was a vague story, it gave you all of the important details. that being that the chick was crazy to say no to such a perfect offer. iced coffee is always amazing, especially when it’s free. ❞ reaching out, she f l i c k e d the straw to ( ROMY’S ) drink. ❝ all i heard was that she wasn’t in the mood, and that she’d order some sort of fruity refresher or steal a sip of his drink. i mean i love myself a lemonade, but coffee is always the BETTER choice, especially at seven in the morning. i’m giving it up, along with a few other things because of this stupid cleanse i agreed to do. it’s not my best decision, i know, but it’s one i’ve got to stick with for now. ❞
a playful scorn littered romy’s features, holding the cup away from the brunette, “just because you can’t have any, does not mean you should take your withdrawal jitters on my cup.” her brow lifted in question, “what else are you giving up and for how long ? I need to know if I should avoid you for a certain period of time.” she teased, pausing for a second before tacking on another question ” - and i mean, also why would you put yourself through that horse shit?”
“ to be fair, i asked is thirty ounces too much ?? and he was like that’s concerning. and i was like… fair. “ lottie tossed her hair behind her shoulder, finishing the huge cup of cold brew with a sip of her straw and widened eyes, “ damn, that’s a lot to do in one day, “ she replied, grinning, “ obviously i’m coming. i’m not missing out on your sick dj skills or a night out with everyone. “
“the original version of the story was much more thrilling.” romy deadpanned, “you should leave it as is and paint the barista as the villain.” romy’s lips jutted out at the blonde’s words, a humorous look littering her features, “if you never utter the words ‘sick dj skills’ ever again, i’ll let you request six songs every time i’m spinning and i’ll only deny one of them.”
entering the lift behind her, quin can’t help but raise an eyebrow at the spaced-out look that has taken over the raven haired girl’s features. “did you at least get a cut of the money he made ??” he asks, a chuckle escaping with the question, though his eyebrows are drawn in concern. “i can help with the therapist part, but i wouldn’t say that i’m quite qualified to administer a tetanus shot. you may just need to replace that with food therapy,” he teases, nodding his head towards the bag that looked about as big as romy.
romy’s dark orbs met his in the glass mirror, before spinning back around and facing him, “no. we were filming. it’d look horrible if I stole from the less fortunate.” words and tone implying that had the cameras not been on, her fingers may have swapped a few dollar bills for the red and orange skittles sitting at the bottom of her purse. “I mean, he made like, two bucks - when that bit airs I’m thinking I’ll be recruited for dancing with the stars.” she jests, letting a laugh slip past her lips, mirth coating her eyes. “my regular therapist has the power to prescribe me xanax, can you do the same, cowboy?” she muses, shaped brow lifting, “say yes, and i’ll drop dr. lifton in a second. you living in the same building is just the cherry on top.”
there’s a beat of silence as the metal doors of the elevator close, romy pressing a button, the number coming to life and bringing her closer to her room. it doesn’t even cross her mind to ask the other what floor they’re heading to. Instead, she looks in the mirrored glass behind them, tilting her head to look at the purple clay face mask adorning her skin; prepping for the evening. “--one of those street performers on hollywood boulevard just man handled me into performing an elaborate tango with him and now I feel like I need a tetanus shot and a therapist.” the words flit out, letting her syllables fill the small space as she adjusts the paper bag of food she had just post mated to the apartments.
“ the baristas at rosy’s told me that they’re super concerned about my caffeine intake, “ lottie laughed brightly, with a roll of her eyes. it felt natural, stopping to talk to her neighbor in the courtyard, but ever since lush life started airing, she was almost hyperaware that every single thing she said was recorded. still, she tried not to let it bother her, “ but what are you up to today, huh ?? “
“since when is etching concern in the job description of being a barista? I hope you told her to shut the fuck up and brew the god damn coffee. I mean, who knew you needed a master’s is psychology to work at rosy’s.” Her voice dripped in a dramatic sarcasm as it often did, before a flicker of a smirk toyed on the side of romy’s matte lips, “just your average day of breaking hearts, eating souls and sacrificing the odd virgin or two. - And then I’m dj’ing at mooney’s tonight. My skin is going to be glowing.” she paused, eyes falling onto the girl’s “you’re coming, right?”
“ real talk, if i told you i was a twitch streamer.. ” mathieu began, cocking an eyebrow at the person opposite him. “ would that be hot… or not ? ” he questioned, rhetorically cause realistically he’d only ever played fifa and he was far too pretty to not go out there and give back to the community. “ if that’s how i made all my money and shit… ”
shaped brows pulled together as mathieu’s words flitted into her ear drums and filtered into her mind, gauging a certain reaction from the girl. “what the fuck is a twitch streamer?” she sat up on her elbows, soft flesh digging into the lush fabric of the cabana the pair were currently occupying, flicking her sunglasses up into her dark waves in the process, “if you have to ask if it’d be hot or not, it’s most definitely a not.” her nose wrinkled, “twitch sounds like a platform for people who want to take part in circle jerks, but are too embarrassed so they do it online.”
❝ you do know there’s never not a good time for iced coffee, right ? ❞ the raven haired girl began, a small pout toying at her lips, ❝ i was at rosy’s roasters this morning, you know starting my day off with my raspberry scone as usual, and the chick in front of me said NO to her boyfriends offer of buying her a cup. – i was close to telling him i’d h a p p i l y let him buy me one, but sadly i’m skipping out on caffeine for awhile. mind doing me a favor and having ‘bout ten cups for me ? i think i’m going ( CRAZY ) not waking up with an iced coffee in my hand. no joke. ❞
“there’s so many why’s lingering on my tongue, Juliet. Either i’m far too curious for my own good or your stories have gotten vague.” her voice spilled with a teasing tone as she paused, filling the air with the sound of her slurping her own iced coffee. “why did she say no - is she on some feminism trip? were they having a row and he was trying to buy back her affections? What is the tea?” her lips swaddled the ghost of a smile as she shook the cup audibly, letting the ice cubes dance together, “and lastly - and certainly most important - why are you giving up iced coffee?”
hllo there ladies n germs. im sage coming 2 u live from the est tz but my sleeping schedule is the worst n im basically an adopted child of the gmt!! tbh im also the worst at intros so let me just diiiiiive right into romy below. she is a brand new muse so jus.. bare w me while i sort her out. ty
naressa valdez, cisfemale⁂ ➜ don’t look now, but that’s romina ‘ romy ‘ alvarrez from living lush. i can’t believe the twenty-one year old is walking this way. with her crazy 3.6m followers watching their every move, it’s no wonder they’re known for being +alluring & +passionate but also -elusive & -capricious. there’s a rumor going around about the hurricane that she married a man when she was 19 and scammed him of all his money, but i doubt it’s true.
ok SO, romy was born and raised in Miami by her grandmother who worked as a housekeeper in one of the fanciest hotels there.
she definitely did not grow up in a fancy area or environment unless she was pretending to live the suite life and visiting her grandma at work, or waiting for her shift to be over.
her grandmother is rlly the apple of romy’s eye, and the only one she allows to call her ‘mina’
when romy was 16, she was waiting for her grandma at the hotel bar and a business man sat down next to her and they got to talking.. romy thought he was an uglie old man but flirted w him for the drinks n eventually he invited her up to his room
nothing happened but she had him thinking it would. she offered to join him in the shower and when he went to turn it on, and get ready romy ended up stealing anything valuable and all the cash in the room n dipped.
it gave her a rush n it was jus so easy fooling men that it became somewhat of a hobby for her.
she was doing little scams here n there - being in miami made it easy since business men were always flying in n out and they couldn’t report shit because they were usually married or had some sort of rep to maintain.
probably could do a full tutorial on how to catfish n scam sugar daddies
her biggest scam to date/ also her current secret is getting married when she was 19 in Spain before running off w all his money #noprenup
there is a chance she is still married to him.
her come up in hollywood i guess was when she started dating [insert v famous celebrity here]
they dated for a few months and it gained her a lot of attentions and followers that even when they broke up the media was still pretty fixated on her
that’s when the show fell into her lap and its been all up hill since there
romy is basically the living embodiment of the wilted rose emoji and the cherry emoji (see below for images)
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aka she is ur average insta model heaux..w sugar bear hair sponsored posts ((bt she is v proud she has never done a fitme tea post))
honestly rly just does the absolute least to get the absolute most. (aka look cute and dewy 4 the coins)
wants to be an art hoe so bad, fake deep, probably fake woke
likes photography (probably released a series similar to sarahbahbah)
does some dj gigs on the side .. 100% the type to do club appearances for $$$ n to get dressed up to walk the red carpet.
10/10 would not bat an eyelash is her nudes leaked. would probably post more herself
personality wise.. romy is someone who just has a magnetic pull to her. she wreaks of trouble and a good time. v loud n vulgar n playful
says things simply to get a reaction out of people
doesn’t rly scam people anymore but does like to toy with people n is quite manipulative.
her label is the hurricane n basically she will always jus come thru and make a mess of things, leave u in the worst state and then leave like nothing ever happened - leaving u to deal n pick up all the chaos she left behind
honestly she is.. jus not a good person in general. alexa, play Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3
iDK what else to write. this was so rough im so sorry !!! pls plot w me anyways
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