Sadie Farrow

27, Commercial & XXX Film Editor, Boston Native, San Francisco by inception. 'If you're going to be a sinner, be the best sinner on the block" - LaVey 

[perfect-storn]

[gael-garcia]

Don’t be suspicious

[ianisfine-deactivated20180927]

@yves-darnell

@sadie-farrow

[sadie-farrow]

ianisfine‌:

After a good ten minutes of maneuvering around the clusters and lines of people crowding the beach, he finally caught sight of her, camped near the main stage. He had no idea what the band that was playing tonight would be, or what this festival was even for, but none of that really mattered. They had other business tonight. His face split into a grin at the the sight of the ticket between her fingertips. Leave it to her to find a bonfire spot with this kind of notice. He had the feeling that they’d be grateful for the privacy.

It was only then that he realized that she had company. Dodging the other man’s eyes, he again looked back to Sadie. “Shall we?” He gestured, hands stuffed inside his jacket pockets.

At a far enough distance, he felt it was safe to begin asking questions. “So, what’s the deal with him? Is he a…” Ian held a pregnant pause. “friend of yours?”

      She hadn’t thought she’d been so conspicuous; assuming too that that was partially why Casey Kasem was a sweat dripping ball of nerves. But then, guess she was. A moment of self-interest flowed just then, latching an arm through a forced crook of his elbow, looking up to meet his eyes, she lowered her sunglasses that she would only need for another half hour tops, “He serves his purpose.” 

      “Jealous?” she kidded, before letting go to flash the ticket to one of the two big bulky men that stood guard, making sure the reserved beaches weren’t infiltrated. 

[sadie-farrow]

wolfgangkohler‌:

Wolfgang had briefly stopped by the cocktail mixing competition thing just to check it out, he hadn’t expect to be dragged into judging. All of the drinks tasted too sugary for his liking and he was turning out to be the Simon Cowell of the contest. After about his fifth drink he was about to call it quits when the girl next to him started talking to him. Focusing hard on her mouth to try and make out what she was saying over the noise and her slurred words. He flashed a smile,

“I don’t think you’re in any state to go swimming, dear.” “How about I get you a glass of water instead.”

       A glass of water instead, if she could cast some influencing spell right now in the most menial sense of the word she would. Narrowing her eyes, it was impossible to hold back a slight smirk for the sheer discovery of being caught a little more tipsy than expected. “Better, we grab a couple bottles—water and whatever and then we go to the beach. Unless, do you really want to stay and taste Steve’s,” looking down at the line up, “Bahama Mama?” 

[sadie-farrow]

      After five? Six? Fifteen? of these concoctions that at this point she wouldn’t be able to rate anymore besides whether one tasted like a Jolly Rancher or that one guy with the neck tattoo that saved the day with his Siphoning back in Mass.

      Looking to the person next to her, probably glossy eyed and slightly slurred though her focus was dead on. “Wanna go to the beach? I heard they have nets so no chance of a Jaws situation...”

[sadie-farrow]

     6:30 by the stages was the text she’d gotten from Casey Kasem as she liked to call him, (KC was more like) but whatever, with the festival going on his services were in high demand and naturally in turn suddenly made him punctual. “Oh relax, there. That wasn’t so hard—” she told the dealer who she supposed had a reason to be a little more panicked, her attention caught by the real prize of the night, “Yet...ready to roll?” All puns intended, patting Kasem’s sweaty face before taking towards Ian. “Light my fire?” she asked, pulling out a lighter and her ticket to her purchased bonfire. 

@ianisfine

[defineguilty]

It wasn’t often that Alexandra reconsidered her life on an existential level but apparently, today was that kind of day. If she hadn’t been born into the life she lived, would she enjoy events like this? Would she go to to the beach with her friends, have a bonfire, share beers? Would that be the kind of activity she enjoyed? As she stood – in a perfectly appropriate knee length dress and hair collected in a twist without a single stand out of place – and watched the crowds of excited festival-goers pass by, she couldn’t help but wonder.

But then, that seemed oddly mundane. A life where winning a cocktail-mixing-competition was considered a highlight seemed sad to her. It had to be. Then again, her own life wasn’t as full of glitter and rainbows as she would like to to be these days either – but she was going to fix that, as she always did. Part of that was continuing to keep her family name in high regards. If her fiance was being useless already, at least her own family name still had its reputation in tact. They’d rented out a spot and put up a large tend near the stage – her father’s company was providing wine for the artists backstage and they’d decided that this would be a nice enough promotional idea for the public as well – and were selling their latest, more affordable bottles (no plastic cups, because there was simply no way) and offering sips to taste as well. It was unlikely they’d find a new major client here but you never knew what kind of rich kid might be among the party-goers.

Alexandra, for one, was here to show her face and play woman of the people. She’d always been better at that than the rest of the family. Tearing her eyes from the strangers walking past, she squared her shoulders, hands loosely coming together in front of her waist as she schooled her face into a perfect mask of approachable dignity. She’d practiced that one all her life. With the smallest of smiles on her lips, she approached the nearest person in the tent. “Are you enjoying yourself? Would you like to taste something?”

[sadie-farrow]

         Of course she’d recognized the blonde instantly, the one from balcony and much more salaciously from coworkers gossipy mouths. Herself having no idea whose tent was who’s but that it was close to the bands and supplier of the nearest nectar of the Gods, and this current craft beer from the tent over just wasn’t cutting it, “Of course, Fugu for one. Test my ‘fate’. All the Spice Girls because, fun. And Okra. Never had it.” She answered, of course knowing she meant the wine but those immediately flooded her would have’s so why not share? “I’ll taste what you think is the most delicious.” 

[sadie-farrow]

ianisfine‌:

Ian had no idea how he’d ended up at this party. One of his new “friends” from work had insisted on dragging him along with the purpose of networking his artistry, and the irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him. Everyone breathed a little too hard for his liking when around him, and he’d already been asked twice if he’d had any experience “acting” in a professional way. He wasn’t one to say no to the open bar, though. He was nursing his fourth neat whiskey of the night when he found himself outside.

He vaguely recalled hearing something years ago about the velocity of a penny dropped from the empire state building having enough force to split a human skull, but he couldn’t place where. Probably an episode of mythbusters he’d watched, stoned. 

“I don’t- are you planning on killing someone?” Ian asked, furrowing his brows as he neared the handrail, fighting the urge to look down and face the reality that they were, in fact, standing on a glass floor above a 100 foot plummet into the hills. He took a sip of his drink and squinted out at the city lights. “If you are, an easier approach might be to, I don’t know, push them.”

      “That’d be the funnest...” she mused, teetering on the edge a little more now. Stepping her toes on the tiniest of lift at the base of the basically windows holding them all in. “But pretty stupid.” Pointing at the motion detectors and in turn, camera’s she could only assume. Not stupid to think prison would be an actual meal ticket to freedoms of the flesh.

       They were in territory that had a separate unit after all patrolling all hours of the night for any deemed suspicious activity. An after-party full of hipsters, tech junkies quote on quote ‘ruining the city’, it wasn’t out of the realm to be surveillanced at all times. “But no. I’m not.” She finally answered his original question. “But you kinda look like you might want to yourself.” 

[sadie-farrow]

yves-darnell‌:

“That’s enough time to changes ones mind on the prospect of buying silk” Yves laughed tossing a few bills on the table than stood. “It’ll be an evening you wont soon forget” 

    “I’m counting on it, you’ve talked up the package in bulk enough. So...I’ll let you know.” Finishing what she had left in the drags of her wine, following suit. “Who knows, maybe I’ll just take your sheets at the end of all this. Double whammy.” 

[sadie-farrow]

alexandra-bradford‌:

Social events were Alexandra’s forte. Parties, however, were not. The music was too loud to have any sort of useful conversation and the people were… questionable, to some degree. She was here purely on business, the host had paid good money for the wine delivery and it always left a good impression when someone of the family dropped by a regular costumer. She just wishes the occasion was a little more classy. So the balcony seemed like the best place for her to show her face without being right in the middle of the action – and apparently she wasn’t the only one who thought so. The question was intriguing enough and Alexandra hummed in response. “I don’t think it would. It’s too light to do real damage because of air resistance.” Hands reach for the railing, head bowing to glance down towards the bustle of the city. “You’d need to drop something heavier for that.”

     Thinking on it, Sadie gripped still the glass holdings frame, like a child and antsy pushed on and off as if there was something else to do. “And yet, you can bump your head. Have an aneurysm and poof...” Letting go of the bar, one hand using spirit fingers to symbolize the disappearance behind the word. “If a quarter hit just right...” Leaving that up for assumption, then taking the opportunity to look at her counter, familiar...she wasn’t up on San Francisco’s elite being a Boston native, but she did have plenty of Gossipy coworkers. “Mysteries of science. Or predetermined takings. Gotta love it.” Pulling out a cigarette, something about the changing of season’s, humidity creating that chill made a cigarette all the more appealing. “You’re that politician’s wife, aren’t you? More like fuel within my company. Expect a bondage parody within the next year.” 

[sadie-farrow]

woman-out-of-wood‌:

“Huh,” Laila nodded, feeling a little buzzed. “I don’t have all the skills to make my own publication because that would involve a lot of management and then I’d have to set up a separate editorial team and then there’s all of the technical aspects which if you think about-it-its-all-merging-because-editors-need-a-lot-of-technical-skill-and…”

A sudden burp cut off her drunken rambling, and she put a hand up to her mouth, just in case more gas came up. “Excuse me,” she muttered. You drunk ass.

“Oh god, not you,” Laila clarified. “I mean when someone messages me and they can hardly come up with a response other than ‘sup’ and ‘how are you,’ and not even typed out. Just the word ‘how,’ and then literally the letters ‘r’ and ‘u’. It drives me nuts. I had to tell a guy to stop writing to me because he barely knew how to talk. I literally told him, ‘You text like you majored in the field of Dumbass.’” Laila thought, and I’m the autistic one, but didn’t say it aloud. 

      About to put a take in on the woman’s ramble about publication and the multiple hands involved when a burp....well, she was late....who knew how many the other had had; let alone had had of that questionable concoction. But all in all it was kind of charming, kooky. 

     Launching into an explanation, Sadie got comfortable, resting a hand on the bar top. Fully enthralled with the other’s experience, she was familiar with the type. A snort into her drink at the others profession, she took a large gulp of her drink before turning back, taking the others hands in her own. “I think you might need to try OkCupid or Bumble..Coffee Meets Bagel...slightly more literate and not solely for screwing.” 

[sadie-farrow]

ronanwriting‌:

Confusion took over his features as brows furrowed and lip twitches in response. Was it normal to not really get at what she was saying? Running a hand through his already dishevelled hair he tries not to sigh; it was a hard task. It was late and as much as he loved it he was tired, he could feel it under his eyes and in the way his body had began to move; but he wouldn’t be going home any time soon— he’d lap up every minute of the time he had with the night; something he felt he missed more than most things in his life. 

‘‘I don’t mean to be rude but…’‘ He paused and licked at his lips ‘‘I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about…’‘ He trailed off not wanting to offend the girl but he couldn’t sit there and string a sentence together to respond to her. He was lost. 

       She smiled at the very pretty man, tilting her head and with a big sigh as if figuring a way to lay it out in his terms when that just wouldn’t do. Knowing full well her kind of humor didn’t always translate. “I was commenting on your looks. if I was to offer you up earlier instead of Joel1989, I think I’d be living deliciously for the rest of my life.” Again, she knew this wouldn’t make much sense but her truth was always abstract and in turn for her, comical. “Which leads me to you, testing fate?” 

[sadie-farrow]

emmadonovantattoo‌:

Having a day off was rare for Emma but finding herself with one, she decided to do Brandon the favor and drop him off at work. That somehow turned into her playing uber driver for him and his coworkers, but Emma didn’t complain, they were certainly a colourful cast of characters that she had a time of getting to know. Particularly the blonde whose name she was still getting down (it was Sadie, right?). She was bad with names, but she was sure she’d never forget her face now. “Yeah, that’s fine, he texted to say he’d be late anyway,” Emma shrugged off, motioning to the empty passenger seat beside her. “Hop in.” 

     “Yeah?” She questioned, though her limbs crawling in easily would’ve shown that there was zero intention of waiting for an alternative. Yes meant yes after all. “Perfect.” Sadie added lowly with the click of her seat belt and a lean in to grasp the sort of familiar blond curly locks for a tug. “Enough of this—” lulling from her contact with the luscious tendrils, potent like Herbal Essence was her natural scent  to figure the settings on the cars radio; a commercial break from a seemingly easy listening station. “That’s all Brandon, isn’t it?” She teased, but did she really? She wasn’t sure. Brandon, she’d once caught looping Manilow to some Titanic inspired gifset on Tumblr. “I want to listen to casa de car Emma.” 

[sadie-farrow]

sofie-gardner‌:

Sofie was drunk, a bad habit she’d have to explain to her sponsor come the time, but for now, she was blissfully and completely out of it. Nothing hurt her, no past memories of lovers and friends gone, of broken mothers who left her broken-hearted or artists with a penchant for dramatics. No; she was light with the night and followed Sadie’s movements leaning over the railing. The glass bottom made her heart race in a way she adored. “I’m not sure this is high enough…maybe a person-” Sofie shook her head the morbid thought passing as quick as it came. “I’ve jumped from higher.”

      “I know a penny, you’d have to be Empire high. But a quarter...that’s a lot more dense, ya know?” finishing the thought before glancing over at the brunette at her stalled theory with a raised eyebrow, two peas in a pod at that moment; just on two sides of the spectrum of death and one deemed more...controversial than the other, but hell, there was always bungee jumping.  “For sport? Or was there a lot of acid involved?” 

[thethirddeadlysin]

[sadie-farrow]

woman-out-of-wood‌:

“I copy edit,” Laila explained. “I have a steady job at one publication, but I like to expand by doing some freelance wherever I can get it.” That freelance had been a huge step for her, and not just career-wise. Merely initiating a plan to contact someone could be nerve wracking. Coincidentally, Laila felt the same terrible bundle of nerves the moment she had decided to join a dating app, though she didn’t know why. 

A body. That would explain it. “That’s the worst part of it,” Laila said. “And then there’s everybody having almost no profile information and then when you finally message them, their writing is just awful. I haven’t been on Tinder for very long and I already can’t deal with it.”

     “Ah—branching, bold. Rewarding too, if you stick with it.” Not unaccustomed in the art, from what she could tell so far with this one, her neuroses could get the best of her. But not necessarily in a bad way, a defining way was more like. “Fill me in if you ever start your own publication. I’ve got a load of ideas.” Teasing now, though she had a slew of ideas, this was merely a way to loosen the other up. 

     She watched the woman go into confession, Sadie half wondering what it was that even got Laila on the app at all, and also wondering what her nightly regime was because her skin was flawless. Using the limited space they had she casually placed a hand on the others knee and moving her own in between, before sipping into her Vesper. “And you’ve gotten this far...I’m sure I used an ‘lol’ and emoji or two. You’re still sitting here, can’t be all that bad...”

[sadie-farrow]

yves-darnell‌:

Now she had him, there were few things Yves fancied, wine definitely up there, but sex, well that was on par with painting for him. “Hm, I didn’t expect them to peek your interest” “They are up for grabs,” He paused giving her a playful smirk. “However, only for the night.”

     “After such a definitive stance, how could they not?” it wasn’t the sheets after all, it was his way of implanting an idea that she wasn’t even too sure he was aware of that caught her attention. That and his bordering cocky way in which he wasn’t at all surprised when she latched onto the idea, “Then what’re we doing here? You can really only offer me half, as I said before. I like my beauty sleep, sans silk...so only a couple hours left...”