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pippareyes:
“Well, you could share a little bit more about it and maybe I’m interested.”
“You hop from one bar to the next, and the goal is to keep the tab under twenty dollars. Or nonexistent, which is always my goal. But when the group goes, everyone goes. Buddy system.”
libby-hales:
“Has anyone said no that? Seems pretty great to me.”
“You’d be surprised who’s not adventurous. The goal is to not have a tab to speak of. If you catch my drift.”
“I’ve been thinking of getting a group together to do a bar hop tour this weekend. Anyone interested?”
alice-jenkins:
“What weird shit is that? I know we’re talking about a lip syncing flub, but I’d hardly call that weird shit. That’s just normal shit.”
“Just look at the front page of the news or listen to some talk radio. It’s all over the place. Left and right.”
alice-jenkins:
“I don’t know. I’ve heard she’s a diva with a pretty big ego. I’m sure she’ll get over it fairly easily.” Alice shook her head and sighed at the mention of something else happening. “The States are just all kinds of fucked up, aren’t they?”
“Everywhere is fucked up, really. Can’t go anywhere without something weird happening. it’s 2017 and weird shit is popping up all over the place.”
imogen-banks:
Imogen nodded her head “Generally I’d agree but this is sort of a special case, card only.” she explained with a casual shrug, there wasn’t anything she could do about that. “A singing card” she repeated with gleeful inflection, it was a good idea. She smiled at the thought, shifting her attention to the musical cards. “Who are buying a card for?” she asked curiously.
“My aunt is turning seventy-seven. So I don’t really know what sort of card to get her. She’s a functioning alcoholic and literally always has a martini in her hand, and she’s surrounded by more younger men than I am. It’s amazing. So I wanted to get her a card like those sarcastic ones, but it’s been hard to find.”
“I’ve never spent New Year’s Eve on the beach before so this is a first. This being a first got me thinking, I should make 2017 a year of many firsts. New people, new places, new things, new experiences. That’s what I want to get out of the new year.”
“I feel like that’s usually what the New Year’s resolution system is for. I resolved to not do one this year. I hate disappointment, and I’ve done nothing but disappoint myself last year.”
“I’m sorry, what’s this about Mariah Carey’s career being the last death of 2016? I got home from the beach last night and it’s been all over the internet ever since. Usually I don’t care enough to look into it, but what could she have possibly done that’s so bad?”
“I’m just thrilled that it was her and not me. I don’t think I could handle that level of embarrassment. Then again, the Hollyweed shenanigans made me laugh even harder. Can’t imagine the traffic in Hollywood since everyone’s probably stopping to stare.”
“Oh, this one is sort of cute.” Imogen said to herself, thinking out loud before she opened the Christmas card up to discover that the adorable cartoon snowman on the front was saying something rather vulgar on the inside. “Hm” she hummed, disappointed as she put the card back. At least some trashy cards could be funny, that one had just been crass. “God, how do you pick a card for somebody who’s without a doubt going to have a crappy Christmas? They all say it’s the most wonderful time of the year or have a drink, stuff your face, enjoy the sunshine.” she whined with a sigh. “Dog in a Christmas hat” she noted, picking up another “He does love dogs.” she said, cringing a little, was this really the best she could do?
“I’m one to send a gift with a card, especially if they’re going to have a crappy Christmas. But then again, most of the time the gift kind of helps with the crappy part?” Ruby smiled as she passed by the woman. “But funny cards always are a winner. At least you get a smile out of them. Or those singing cards. My aunt gave me one of those one year, and I wore it out because it made me laugh. Gift that kept on giving.”
He had sensed someone’s gaze on him, despite trying to ignore it, he couldn’t focus on his reading. Pausing for a second he finally said something. “You know it’s not polite to stare,” William said, not lifting his gaze from the documents he was reading before letting out a sigh. “So, can I help you with anything?” He asked, this time looking at the person.
“Oh, no. I was just looking around is all. You happened to have caught my gaze,” Ruby began, hardly able to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the politeness lesson she hadn’t wanted. “I’m not sure. I’m not too fond of people who berate me before I’ve even spoken a word.”
billie-shelby:
“This whole constant sunshine business is really messing with me. I keep expecting cloud cover and drizzle. It’s still hard to get my head around it being the Christmas season and summer at the same time.”
Ruby smiled. “You get used to it, really. I remember the first time I went overseas for Christmas. My father took us to New York, and it finally dawned on me that the whole ‘White Christmas’ idea was actually a real thing. Blew my tiny four year old mind. I also fell down a lot on the ice.”
keiko-wilson:
Keiko made a face as she scrolled through help wanted ads on a website. Now that she was on reserve duty, she’d need another job to help fill her wallet and her extra time, but nothing was jumping out at her as particularly fun or challenging. It almost made her regret deciding to take it easy for a while. “What do people do for work? How do they find jobs they like that aren’t boring like bartending or waiting tables.”
“I don’t think bartending or waiting tables is all that boring. Takes a lot of mental fortitude to be able to handle that level of bullshit on a regular basis. I commend anyone in that profession, honestly. Thankfully though, I’ve never done it. But I’d say it’s all in the people you meet, putting yourself out there to meet someone who can offer a job you haven’t had access to before.”
legality || ruby & jane
janeglow:
Jane was professional when it came to her job. She was certain to not flaunt around with the tasks at hand - completely keeping her work confidential between herself and her client. She knew a handful of attorneys whom went around aimlessly stating out information from cases during a dinner party as if the client did not own their privacy even with those under oath to protect the privacy. Once, Jane even called a colleague out for stepping the boundary. It did not please her because she was a victim of such a public lifestyle, and there is nothing more valuable than privacy.
“Okay. That can easily be done.” Jane doted as she reached for her black ink pen to scribble a note down to remember that the case would be even more fragile considering the link between another lawyer. There were several attorneys in the field she attempted to refrain from running into, and she was certain it would not be hard to avoid another. “Is there a specific reason you would not go to this other lawyer?” Her curious tongue slithered as she traveled her hues to the opposite female. “Do they work for criminal law?”
“My family has a set of lawyers on retainer, and honestly that’s the last thing I want to handle right now. Everyone being in my business, let me tell you... It’s not fun having the brothers I have. Instead of being mean and teasing me, they were already well into adulthood by the time I came around. This would just cause a rift in the family that I’d like to avoid, especially if we can keep this small predicament under wraps.” Ruby smiled and folded her hands in her lap. “It’s mostly for my own privacy. I’d rather not have my business splashed around to my relatives. That’s really all.”
Truth be told, Ruby just wanted her family to leave her alone. Though she was close to her mother and aunt, her father’s ancient sister who seemed as if she would live forever or die trying, they still weren’t what she wanted. That was the problem with certain types of people, they never could see past the facade that was needed to keep them in the proper social standing. Ruby could play the part, but she watched as her friends turned into ditzy brides and event coordinators, electing to be a wife of an important man than to pursue a career or chase a dream. Perhaps that was their dream all along, Ruby wouldn’t judge a woman for that. But she held firm that she wouldn’t be like that, not one of those wife characters who have no life outside of a husband. So she gave that face to her aunt and mother, just a few, “I haven’t found anyone worthwhile,” comments to keep them at bay, then went about her own career.
thommoreaus:
“Moreau. Thomas,” Thom provided, extending his hand in greeting. “I think the piece is well done. Not that I can be considered an expert on the subject, of course.” He smiled slightly sheepishly and ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed by his inability to provide a proper answer. “Why are you masquerading as a curator instead of the esteemed artist, Miss…?”
“Thomas as well. Ruby Thomas. That’s what the placard says, anyway.” She smiled and extended her hand for him to shake. “That’s what I’m here for, though. You don’t need to be the expert, I do.” She gave him her winning saleswoman smile. “What better way to sell my own work than to also promote the work of other artists? I consider myself to be a patron in my own right.”
frankiervsso:
When the woman turned around, Frankie recognized her face, thanking the universe that it wasn’t someone she knew and hated. “Having the librarian after you is never a good thing. I heard it’s worse than Boogeyman.” Frankie joked as she handed the book back to its owner. Although she rarely went to the library – preferring to buy them for herself and keep them to read whenever she wanted – librarians were surely the topic of far too many conversations, almost always including how book deadlines shouldn’t be missed. “Don’t mention it. I don’t know what came over me to do such a nice thing.” The girl half-joked, although she made sure to lace her words with a full playful tone to make sure it came across as heartfelt as it was supposed to be. “What’s it about?”
“True. Very true. But it was one of those books I wanted to read once and never see again, so I suppose it wasn’t anything I couldn’t live without.” With a chuckle, she flipped through the pages as if she was checking to make sure it was the right one, but she absolutely was sure that it was. As if anyone else would be reading something similar in a coffee shop in South Yarra. Actually, that wasn’t as unlikely as it seemed. “Oh, it’s about the legality of selling the artwork of a living artist under certain restrictions. Incredibly dull, but it’s what I do for a living.” She shrugged sheepishly and showed her the cover of the book. “If only it were more interesting than that.”
legality || ruby & jane
janeglow:
When Jane attended her first class at university, people all turned around to stare at her with wide eyes. They could not grasp onto the fact that the former high class model and socialite was in their class. ‘Shouldn’t she be in Paris Fashion Week right now?’ She heard people whisper, and then they began to underestimate her. Campus sprawled out the association of her just being another Elle Woods who would actually fail this time around. There is no way Jane Glasgow is serious. But, Jane was dead serious. Proving them all wrong, she is gifted satisfaction in the end when she wins a case, and she still remembers fondly that she won top in her graduating class. Till this day, though, she has to prove her worthiness, but she at least has some respect in the field.
Hearing Ruby’s concern, Jane only sits with her arms flat on the table, her attention solely on the woman. Her case was, indeed, an interesting one. It was one she would be eager to look into, and she is willing to do anything to protect Ms. Thomas against the cartel. She has worked with a client before in danger of a cartel, so she has experience and knowledge of their inner working. Bringing another case as so could make her a reliable source for such manners which is needed. “First of all, I would very much like it if you called me Jane rather than what everyone calls my grandmother. Secondly, it would be an honor to protect you in the court of law. Suspicion is all we need to instigate the investigation, so I am glad you came early before more damage was done.”
It’d been years since Ruby had felt like such a child, or at least weeks since her aunt had called her one. Her aunt had the penchant for demeaning the aspiring artist, all in hopes of making her “tougher” and her skin “thicker,” but really all it did was annoy Ruby to the point where she just stopped sharing anything. Had she known Ruby was seeing a lawyer, and not the family lawyer that the family (including her brothers) had a retainer for, she’d have had a heart attack. But Ruby had to be careful before her pride was compromised.
Ruby nodded. She liked being on first name basis with those working around her. It gave her the sense of comradery much needed at a time like this. “Thank you, Jane. I just want to proactive. I feel like if things do go sour, being ahead of something like this would be in my best interest. But I do have a family lawyer that I’ve chosen not to visit, so I would like to keep our investigation of sorts quiet for the time being. The last thing you want is them poking around in your business.”
