BASSHOLE.

Sebastian "Bass" Sterling [n.] rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

[sebsterling]

halsteadcleo‌

SATURDAY, MAY 2ND, ‘20. AT WRIGHTSVILLE MANOR. FEATURING: @sebsterling​.

          With as many people as there were, it was no surprise that the room itself was getting rather warm, especially with the amount of dancing Cleo found herself roped into, or vice versa. With that in mind, she found herself catching a breathe in the cooler night air, wondering the grounds that seemed to be decorated beautifully, no surprise there. But, apparently she wasn’t the only one, a familiar figure a few steps ahead. “Why aren’t you in there woo-ing your latest victim?” A brief pause, before she continued. “Sorry — lucky lady.” A playful smirk as she clearly indicated she was just messing with him.

               A cheshire grin spread across the male’s lips as he turned on his heels to face the lovely, doe eyed Cleo. He recognized her as one of Aubrey’s friends and by association he’d grown to like her too. It was important to win over the brunette triplets. Especially if he were to ever make something honorable out of him and Bree. Not that Bass was thinking that far ahead. Alas, he’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t cross his mind. Events like these strangely put things into perspective. Granted, Bass had no plans or any hopes of ever getting married himself. “My latest victim is drunk and rekindling a spark with her ex. Not that I mind. We’re just friends.” Bass was referring to his date, Sydney. Who he’d last seen go off with one of his new good mates, Lucas. “Guess that means I’m free now, doesn’t it? Care to join me for a drink Cle? You look exceptional, by the way. New dress?”

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aubreytaylcr‌

Aubrey couldn’t tell for sure, not even months after the wedding when she would think back on the events that had transpired, why did she choose Bass to help her out of that situation. It wasn’t like she was directly aiming for that outcome either; it was like, she was doing her best to keep her head above water although it was already blurring her vision, caught in her throat, choking her to death, but she was staying behind for a lifelong friend she felt deserved for everyone to stick it out, just for that one day. But once he took her by the hand and twirled her around his arms, it was like a lot of that guard had melted away just by his mere presence. Maybe that was a telltale sign of just how much Aubrey still couldn’t truly distance herself from her emotions– although she did have a good way of pretending that she did. Maybe some people were simpy closely knit by them, and it wasn’t like it was her choice who she got attached to. But in the present situation, she still had it in her to fight it off. Or rather, act like she did. 

‘‘It doesn’t matter where he is now, what’s done is done,’‘ She said as she shook her head, her cheeks wiped off in just the right moment by his own thumbs. The gentle gestures would only come back to haunt her later on, when she would think about them at 2AM, unable to truly fall asleep. Another reason for the response, of course, the fact that she didn’t want Bass to go there and wreck havoc when she tried so hard and did so well to keep it together and ensure there was no scandal. Happy to learn that he dropped that topic as fast as he’d brought it up, she nodded, only then realizing her clutch and shawl were left there. ‘‘Uh–’‘ She started, trying to think. ‘‘Yes, I left my clutch and my shawl at my table. I was sittin’ with Wes, d’you know where that is? Or– maybe I can help you search for it.’‘ She was grateful for the care and attention, but she didn’t want to be a burden either way, especially not when she was already a sniffling mess. 

He caught her a little by surprise then, pressing his lips against her forehead. When it felt like her world was falling apart around her, threatening to come dangerously close for the ground to open up before her feet and swallow her whole once again, it was the gesture he’d made that stopped it from collapsing. Closing her eyes, even just for a moment, she felt her heart skip a beat, an undoubtedly sure sign of what was already there when she herself refused to admit it. And if there was any other moment at all, she would’ve probably commented on that heart of his, but instead she managed to simply muster out a nearly-silent ‘Thank you’ as she watched him hurry off back to the venue. She herself, on the other hand, lifted that dress around herself, careful not to get caught into any of the car parts and took a passenger’s seat. Dropping the sun visor for a bit, she wiped off the excess mascara and eyeliner from the eyes that were now smudged and tightened up the bun in the back so at least it didn’t look like her hair was about to fall apart. She absolutely hated the fact that the otherwise amazing day had come to such an abrupt, nasty ending for her.

Pulling it back up, Aubrey tapped the well manicured fingers onto the dashboard, eyes scanning over the meticulous car interior; everything almost sprinkled with his scent, the cologne he was wearing, and it was then that she realized she’d never actually been anywhere near his own personal space in the way she was now. She wasn’t going to pry of course, but the fine leather under her fingers made her want to. She didn’t know how much time had passed before she could see him approach from the distance and she instantly knew something was wrong. Whereas she thought he simply couldn’t locate her stuff that easily, it seemed like something a lot more sinister had happened. Squinting a little, as the frown engraved into her forehead, she realized that he had a busted lip – or something of the sort– and knew that he got into trouble. Pushing the car door open, she went out to meet him halfway, steps a little panicky at that, not knowing what had happened, at least not the details.

‘‘Are you serious right now?’‘ She asked him, a mixture of worry and upset lacing her voice. ‘’What happened, what did you do?’’

                Sebastian’s only response to Aubrey had been for her to stay there. In the parking lot by his car, where they could peel out the second he got back. He already knew what he was going to do and Bree couldn’t be present for it. She would’ve only tried to stop him or talk him out of it and as much as she probably would hate him when he came back, Bass convinced himself going after Jacob was worth it. He certainly hoped that wouldn’t be the case, with her hating him, but he knew Bree and even if someone wronged her, he doubted revenge in any physical form would be deemed necessary in her eyes. To be frank, she was probably right. Bass picking a fight with Jacob resulted in injuries, it would take days maybe even a couple weeks to recover from completely. He was still alive but, clearly worse for wear by the time he made it back to his car. He had blood all over his shirt, could still taste the copper in his mouth. His throat was hoarse from laughing, egging Jacob on. His shirt was pretty much ruined. The left side of his face was swollen and Bass wasn’t entirely sure but his whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck. He probably should’ve sought medical attention but, he’d sure as hell refuse to if Bree even attempted to suggest it. 

               The plan was to slide into the driver’s seat and take off before Bree could get a good look at him. The fading light of the sun would’ve helped to obscure some of the damage. But of course, Bree had to get out of the car. She picked up on whatever happened before she even got a chance of seeing him up close. Bass wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or not that he hadn’t gotten a chance to look in the mirror yet. Judging by Bree’s expression and the instant worry and disgruntleness that laced her tone, she wasn’t pleased with him at all. Once again, Bass knew that would be a risk going into it. Alas, looking into her bright beautiful emeralds now, he wasn’t so sure the risk was still worth it. The thought of losing Bree wasn’t something Bass ever considered. Some days he tried to convince himself that her walking away from him would save them both the trouble they were headed directly towards anyway. Being around her only meant his care for her would continue to grow. Most days he was annoyed that he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to like her but deep down, he knew the fate of that had already been decided for him. She would be the death of him. His inclination to defend her and avenge her honor was telltale proof of that. “We should go now.” Bass attempted gentleness as he urged Aubrey to get back in the car while promising they could talk about what happened later. Granted, when the question rose up again about what happened, Bass simply rolled his tired eyes. Not to mock Bree or belittle her concern. Both sentiments he appreciated but he didn’t set Jacob off to gain her sympathy. As he told the trailer park trash himself, Bree was not a means to an end. Hell, Jacob insinuating as much had pissed Bass off. Bree was the type of girl you wife up, not snatch, fuck and then discard. “I wouldn’t worry about it, love. Let’s just say I got hit by a dumpster truck. But listen, I’m like the devil. You can’t get rid of me. Besides, it may look bad but it doesn’t even hurt.” That wasn’t an entire lie. Bass felt stiff and sore and his throat was so dry from all the blood that it was uncomfortable to speak. He needed to get home and wash his mouth out, clean up his cuts and he’d be in much better shape. Most injuries always looked worse than they actually felt. “Can we talk about this once we’re inside? Unless you hate me now and prefer I take you home? Though I’d really like for you to come inside. I promise I’ll behave.” They were sitting outside of Bass’s apartment in Downtown, Wilm. But so far neither had gotten out of the car. Bass didn’t want to force Aubrey to do anything against her will, including hanging out with him alone in his apartment. 

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oliviapcrter‌

For Olivia, her date when Sebastian took more mental preparation than anything else. While, she certainly had her doubts about him and, about this evening in general, Olivia still pushed herself to come. To essentially try something new. She kept asking herself, how bad could it really be? Which so far, the night had proved to be hardly bad or awkward at all. Sebastian was, surprisingly, the perfect gentleman. Opening up and closing doors, pulling out and then pushing in chairs. But if Liv’s learned anything from past relationships, it was that – the real devils always wear the best disguises. The idea was to simply reel their prey in and while Olivia suspected that could’ve been the case here, there had been nothing concrete thus far to prove it.

 “Well, it’s like you said–” Liv suggested, practically gripping onto the edge of her seat as she crept forward, “you’re persistent.” And for Sebastian, persistence evidently went a long way. At least, with her. “But, I also just – don’t date much these days. I’ve mostly sworn it off. It’s sort of a long story.” Liv offered Sebastian a shrug, as if to say maybe we shouldn’t get into that. While Liv, might’ve been behind on the do’s and dont’s of dating life, she was almost certain that any talk of exes should be reserved for later on, should there even be a later on. She wasn’t banking on it one way or another. There was too much caution tape around her heart. And besides, her lack of luck in relationships was hardly the most interesting thing about her. Sebastian, however? His interest in her raised quite a few questions. He could’ve picked anyone to bring on this date with him, so why her?  “What about you?” she teased. “Why are you still single? I know your type. I’ve dated your type. Perhaps, that’s why I’m here. To see if there really is more to you than what meets the eye. I have a habit of attracting those who are… enigmatic and a tad bit unhinged.“ While, a tad was putting it mildly, Olivia was not about to go into all of that. In fact, she was doing everything in her power lately to forget. 

                  “It appears you and I are in the same boat then. Least of all when it comes to swearing off relationships.” Alas, Bass suspected they had different reasons. Normally, Sebastian wouldn’t go into those reasons but, there was something about Olivia that gave him the impression he could trust her. Aside from Aubrey, who Bass was interested in but trying everything in his power not to be because she was a threat to his very nature, Olivia would be the only other person he’d now open up to about his past. Maybe ulteriorly he hoped that by sharing his secrets, he’d get her to share one of her own. Sometimes, one had to give in order to receive. And Bass typically had enough grasp on who was deserving of his gifts. “I’ve been single for roughly six months now. My ex is Satan in a dress. We’ve been on and off for years. We have this habit of storming out after an explosive fight and coming back to each other. Mostly because we’re bored. Very few can handle my brand of charm. She’s the type to raise it. But, you see ... it’s time for me to move on. I recently discovered she was shagging my best mate behind my back. What’s even worse is she taped it. I had a front row seat to the less than stellar show of a lifetime. It wasn’t very pretty. Haven’t spoken to the wench since. Though, it’s funny because lately she’s been blowing up my phone.” Should Bass have gone into that much detail? Probably not. But, something told him Olivia could potentially relate given her elusive clues. Or out of all the women he was currently talking to, she’d probably be the one most likely to empathize. “I don’t know if there’s more to me than meets the eye. I’m mostly an open book. Least of all, I wear my sins and my vices on my sleeve. Some blokes feel the need to false advertise. I, however, do not. What you see, is what you get darling. Perhaps, that is also the reason why I am flying solo these days. I admit, I can be a little too hard to handle. What’s your take on that now? Would you agree?”

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jaccb-altman‌

Like a bat out of hell, Jacob was walking at twice his normal pace, grabbing his keys from the valet stand much to the chagrin of the parking attendant, repeatedly pressing the panic button to locate the obscure, black BMW X5 that he’d borrowed from his mother that evening. He missed having a truck, it made its presence quite obvious. All he knew in that moment was that he needed to get the fuck away from that wedding, as far away from those people as possible, from Bree, and to go home to Katie Lynn. So inside his own head as he muttered “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Under his breath, he wouldn’t hear the footsteps of one @sebsterling​ behind him.

                 Leaving Bree on the hood of his car a ways away, had been a risk he didn’t feel was entirely worth taking. There was no telling if she would still be there by the time he returned to collect her but, Sebastian couldn’t leave the wedding without exchanging words with Jacob first. Bass was no killer and yet, it was funny how caring for someone and potentially loving them meant that instinct could drastically change. To say that he was enraged was an understatement of the century. There was no words big enough for what Bass felt or thought of Jacob as he tailed him throughout the venue. He did Bree a solid by at least waiting until they got to the parking lot before he confronted the former seal, as to not disrupt Naomi and Michael’s wedding. “Jacob!” The other man’s name rattled from Seb’s throat. It was gritty and  tasted dirty in Sebastian’s mouth. 

                 Before Jake could open the door or tell Bass to fuck off, Seb’s right hand balled into a fist and collided with Jacob’s face. The action took place so fast that Bass wasn’t sure where he was aiming exactly. Whether; the man’s nose, mouth, or eyes. From the feeling of it, it felt like Bass had hit his upper lip. There was blood on Seb’s knuckles as he shook his same punching hand and flexed the muscles. “That’s for Bree. You come near her ever again and I promise you, I will kill you. That is, if what I have in store for you doesn’t do so first.” 

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aubreytaylcr‌

If she was being perfectly honest, it felt like a bit of a blur from the moment she’d ended her conversation with Jacob until the moment she was with Bass, sitting on the hood of his car. The blush pink dress caught up around her, sprawled over the stainless surface as its ends now significantly darker from the dirt while she walked. It wasn’t attractive, it wasn’t ladylike, it wasn’t anything. Quite frankly, she felt much worse than she must’ve looked, too, although it was starting to wear her down. The makeup a little smudged, the perfect waves that shaped her face and tied into a lower bun now much looser than at the start of the day. And she hated to admit it, to herself primarily, but as soon as he took her by the hand and walked her out of that setting, the breeze on her skin and in her face felt like she just got out of an exploding volcano. Wrecked, but feeling a bit more at ease. And he was making her feel special… he was making her feel seen, and she’d wondered if this was truly what he was like privately, when no one else was looking. She hated to wonder, but she still did, if crossing the line would’ve been okay now. But then she’d backpedal and remind herself that she was in a particularly bad state, and that doing something like that wouldn’t be motivated by anything other than sheer sadness, the need to sedate it. That was unfair.

‘‘I don’t think I wanna go anywhere,’‘ She then admitted, exhaustion in her voice almost palpable. I guess I just wanna sit here with you, sat on the tip of her tongue, but she never voiced it. ‘‘Do you remember… when I told you about the car accident I barely got out of a couple of years back?’‘ She didn’t really wait for a confirmation because that specific point was not something people forgot that easily. ‘‘Well… life’s got a funny way of surprisin’ me, y’know…’‘ She shook her head, disconnecting their eyes because she couldn’t bear to have to look at the concern. The worry. Most of all– out of feat that he’d pity her. She was probably feeling the lowest he’d ever seen her, and while she wasn’t hitting rock bottom, this was one of the most pathetic versions of her anyone had ever seen. And another thing– she didn’t want to look into his eyes and see something that was not not there. It was easy to cheat herself over things like these… to believe that someone harbored the same feelings when they were not there. Especially not Sebastian Sterling. But then, for the first time that evening, although she promised herself not to tear up– her eyes did well with tears. And then she told him about what happened and who it happened with, from start to finish and everything in between. How it messed with her head, how much she’d lost along the way, and how she still couldn’t catch her breath. It flowed out of her without her even wanting it to– like she held a need to just say something to someone. 

‘‘So there you have it… the good, the bad and the ugly. That’s what really happened and that’s who I really am. I swear, sometimes I wonder if it’d be best to just leave this place behind,’‘ Looking away, she gazed off into the distance and wiped the tears away, actually voicing something of the sort of the first time ever.

               “I don’t say this often love but, you’re really starting to freak me out.” He could tell even before she dove into the full story that he already hated where this was going. Aubrey was as pure hearted as they come and should anyone take advantage of that, even Bass himself, they deserved what was coming to them. Although, before Sebastian could jump the gun and start rolling heads, he had to first understand what was even happening. So while though he was suspicious and already irked, he refrained from acting on any hot blooded emotions. Bass wasn’t the type to tap into his emotions to begin with, he preferred to distance himself from feeling much of anything. But with Bree, he couldn’t help himself. The more he tried to shut off the way he felt around her, the harder she lit up his entire world until it was set on fire. She lit a spark in him that he didn’t otherwise know existed. It was her well being he cared more for than his own. Even as he thought of all the ways he wanted to kill Jacob for nearly killing her. Bass may not have been the most upstanding guy or citizen this world and even Wilmington’s ever seen, at least he wasn’t so much of a spineless prick that he left a sweet and innocent girl nearly die. 

              In a fit of rage and anger, Bass stood straight up. He said nothing in return, merely letting Aubrey unburden her soul. He could tell just by her refusal to meet his gaze that she felt almost ashamed? Which really only pissed him off more. Had Bass thought she’d say yes, he would’ve offered to whisk her away. Her wish of leaving this place was his command and if she snapped her fingers and asked him to jump for her, his only response would be: how high?

               “Hey, look at me.” Bass didn’t wait for her to oblige and instead cradled her rosy cheeks in his trembling hands. He was only shaking because he knew he’d have to act. Whether she wanted him to or not, he would avenge her. Or the parts of her that were seemingly lost in the accident. “Where is he now?” Sebastian only asked because he needed to ensure there was still time to confront Jacob. Which he planned to do whether he warned Aubrey of it or not. Though, he was leaning towards not because he knew she’d advise him not to. “Doesn’t matter. Did you leave anything inside? I’ll go grab it for you and then you’re coming home with me.” Sebastian had no clue where they were headed but all he knew was that he had to get Aubrey the hell out of this event. “You’re breakin’ my heart, you know.” Seb didn’t have to think about it, as he swiped both thumbs under her eyes, collecting the tears that cascaded down her cheeks. Every part of him wanted to taste the salty tears that settled on her lips but Bass had to fight the urge out of respect for her as a person. She wasn’t a conquest like all his others. Bree was the exception. So instead, Bass leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead until he felt her soften enough underneath him. “Promise to wait here? I’ll be right back.” 

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aubreytaylcr‌

‘‘Right,’‘ She said, allowing him to lead as the swirl came about and she honestly believed it would make her feel better. Deep down, Aubrey wanted to change the topic– anything to get the things she had learned earlier that day off her mind. They weighed her down; it felt like the highest she soared that day, the lower she fell. And quite frankly, she knew that was the way it normally went, but she didn’t know just how much or how fast it would catch up to her. Even now… she found a way to put it on herself. And in that sense, she wanted to ask him about things– him coming over with Sydney was one of those. But the words kept getting stuck in her throat whenever she’d make an attempt; breathe in as if she were about to say, and then breathe out because it took effort just to keep composed. Keep calm. Keep collected. It was, in fact, his own question that felt like it made a crack in the already-shaky wall that she was trying so hard to keep up with in order to stay put, stay for the wedding, stay for Naomi. How hard was it going to be keep it together for just a few more hours? Turned out… hellishly so. Her forced smile faltered, but her hands around his neck grasped onto the fabric of his jacket. ‘’Can you take me elsewhere? Can we just go?’’ The question came surprisingly direct yet almost feeble in a sense; she didn’t need anyone to take her anywhere, but she wanted Bass to, against better judgment. 

                 For weeks, Bass had tried almost everything to get Aubrey to open up to him. Funny how today, on a day he would have least expected it.. she finally wanted to. From the moment he swept her off her feet and onto the dancefloor, something in her demeanor changed. Frankly, Bass couldn’t tell if it had something to do with him or if there was anything else bothering her. At the same time, after mentioning her date the mood began to sour incredulously. By process of elimination, Seb gathered that something must’ve gone wrong with Jacob or else Aubrey’s entire mood wouldn’t have plummeted at the mere mention of his role. His first thought was: did something happen between them? Because Bass felt some type of way about Aubrey, he really dreaded that being the case. Not many coed friendships survived. One or the other was bound to fuck it up eventually. And given that Aubrey was the one who felt slighted, Bass just assumed she was the one who got hurt. More than anything, he wanted to demand she tell him right now what was going on. Because there was a strong chance that between now and someplace else, she’d change her mind. At the same time, Bass was excellent at reading minds almost as much as he was playing games with them. The more he pushed, the further Aubrey pulled away and so, even if it killed him, he’d have to perform on her terms. “I got you.” His choice of words were chosen wisely. He wanted her to know he’d oblige her wishes and that whatever was bothering her, he’d attempt to shoulder it just so she wouldn’t have to. Some would say that’s just proof of how much he cared about her. “Take my hand.” Bass laced their fingers and then led Aubrey away from the other guests and the venue. On their way out, he noticed Sydney chatting with Greer and figured she’d be too occupied for awhile to even notice he was gone.

                Once they reached the parking lot, far enough away from familiar prying eyes and ears, Bass couldn’t resist trying again before they ventured any further. It was at that moment, he wasted no time lifting Aubrey up and onto the hood of his car so she couldn’t avoid his heavy hitter questions anymore. He’d even went the extra mile by caging her in between his arms placed on either side of her thighs. Their faces were so close they could’ve kissed but, Bass didn’t. He was saving their first lip lock for a night more special that was less about someone else and more about them. If they did it now, it would’ve only been because she was clearly upset and not because they both wanted it. “Before I vow to take you anywhere you want to go, you mind telling me what’s got you so glum first? Prettiest little morsel here and you’re not even acting yourself. What ever happened to my girl?” In an effort to coax her, Bass brushed her cheek and shot her an actual smile with no ulterior motives attached.

[sebsterling]

What’s one career you wish you could have?

Not that I lack any version of groupies myself but it’d be fun to be a rockstar. All I lack is musical talent. I’ve pretty much got everything else down pat.

[sebsterling]

What is your favorite time of the day and why?

3AM. It’s the devil’s hour. So, it’s my time to shine. 

[sebsterling]

blakestvens‌

Despite the brunette’s decision to volunteer her help to the community after the storm, her skills had often laid better suited with hard labour. She could help rebuild a roof or a front porch better than she could paint a drawing. However, she’d misunderstood her friends description of the volunteer work. What she believed to be repainting a home had ended with her against a brick wall with the directive being to paint whatever you wanted. Clearly, her definition of hell. As dark hues flicked towards everyone else’s painting, she couldn’t help but shake her head at the sun she’d somehow managed to get out looking like what she’d intended. It was all finished off with a pair of sunglasses on it in the hope that it might make on person smile. 

Lifting her hues towards a male she hadn’t noticed at her side, she couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s  a mess. Don’t look too closely.” Blake teased as she looked over to the wall in front of him. “Is that one yours?” She pointed to a random drawing that was in his vicinity. “That’s not that bad at all.” It was better than hers. “Much better than the colourful description you gave me.” Putting down her paint once she was done, Blake stepped back to look at her attire and arms. “I have no idea how it gets to all these different places. Do I paint on my face?”

                The drawing she pointed at wasn’t actually his. However, Bass had no problems taking credit for it. Especially after learning what she thought of it. “Yeah, I was going for something warm. Figured why not paint a very vivid sun? It’s supposed to be a metaphor.” For what? Bass had no fuckin’ clue because he didn’t actually paint it. And most of the time, he talked out of his ass anyway. Plus it’s not like Blake would’ve been able to spot the difference. At her next question though, Seb turned to her and for the first time took in her appearance up close. While his intentions with her weren’t holy, he couldn’t deny that she had the face of an angel. Those eyes and those lips would kill him if he allowed. Perhaps he could understand why Feliks had snatched her up. “A little bit.” Bass was embellishing and looking for any excuse to touch her when he swiped a soft patch of skin beside the outskirts of her lip. He then smeared the make believe paint between his fingers until it dissolved or broke off. “All good now, love. Though, even with the smudge you’re still breathtaking...” Was Bass going overboard? Yes. Did he care? No. “I don’t think I caught your name? I’m Bass. And you are....?”

[sebsterling]

iMessage 📲 Crass Bass 🤢

KATIE LYNN: Backside works just as well, thank you very much.

KATIE LYNN: Not as a HOBBY. Hobbies are knitting, running, shuffleboard... not doing some blonde in the bushes at the park. And I am not a prude, thank you very much.

KATIE LYNN: I knew you'd think so. Oh, I'm not sure I'd want to go anywhere near your sheets, Seb... at least not without a biohazard suit 😋 I'd hate to see what they look like with a blacklight. Gross.

BASS: sex IS a hobby. its a leisure activity. it brings me pleasure. but, i could understand why you might not see it that way. guess, your man has forgotten how to make you feel that escape. hence what the bday present is for.

BASS: you're welcome to come find out. i do wash them. well, technically... i take them to the dry cleaners. i'm somewhat considerate, i'll have you know.

[sebsterling]

(iMessage): Sebby Sterling 🍆

GREER: hmm... that's pretty bad lighting, babe. makes you look... how do i put this delicately?

GREER: small

GREER: which is a shame because i know that's not the case

BASS: funny.

BASS: that ass was lookin a little flat to me too. guess, we should take this up in person. photos don't really do you justice anyway.

[sebsterling]

owensfitzpatrick‌

where: some tiddy bar in wilm who: @sebsterling & owen fitzpatrick

God, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten this properly wasted — had parenthood really sucked all the fun out of him? He couldn’t completely blame that aspect of his life for it, given that he’d had other things to stress about as of late, but all in all he was just glad that for once, he had an excuse to kick back and do whatever the fuck he wanted. After all, it was his birthday, wasn’t it? At that point in the night, Owen was pleasantly plastered after the hour or so him and the boys spent at the Copper Penny, now partying it up at some strip club that Lucas had picked for the night. 

“Yo, Bass! Get your ass over here — get a drink with me,” he slurred, beckoning the male over to the bar where the female bartender — who was most definitely topless — awaited their order from the other side. “Whatever this motherfucker wants, on my tab. Or, uh, on Reeves’ tab,” the male let out a chuckle, clapping Sebastian on the back. “You havin’ a good time, man? You fuckin’ better be. I’m thirty-six now, can you believe that? I’m so fuckin’ old.”

                  There were very few in Seb’s life that he felt utterly at home with. Fitz, Reeves, and even Bishop were among those rare few. If only Bass could look at his younger self now and tell him one day he’d be in tight cahoots with former and current biker gang members. Bass lacked a patch himself and yet didn’t really feel as though he needed one to be a part of the group. Truthfully, he was honored when Fitz included him on the guest list for tonights outrageous festivities. Owen sure knew how to throw a birthday party. Or was it Reeves puppet mastering this whole soiree? Either way, credit was given where credit was due. “You’re only as old as you feel down here mate,” Bass lightly gripped himself in a show of display before he threw his arm over Fitz’s shoulder and ordered up another round of shots. “You good in that department? Do we need to stop and get you some Viagra on the way home? How’s that mini me of yours holding up for your sex life? I’d assume the single dad schtick would do wonders.” If Owen were to tell Bass he hadn’t gotten laid recently though, Bass might just have to take matters into his own hands. There was a whole stage chalk full of perky braless women. All O had to do was take his pick. 

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                     With the wedding approaching out of left field, Bass had every intention of reaching out to Olivia for their, quote on quote date. By now, he had the entire evening mapped out. There would be wine, lots of it and then Bass and Olivia would find themselves curled up somewhere cozy. Preferably in Seb’s bed after going a few rounds in the sheets but, Seb was also willing to engage in coital bliss with her just about anywhere. After the events that transpired at the country, wedding event of the year, Bass had decided to lay low. His altercation with Jacob had left him a little worse for wear and he needed to recoup before making his romantic debut with the blonde that had enraptured his attention. They’d agreed to meet at Siena Trattoria Italian Cuisine in Masonboro. It was fancy enough without overdoing it because while Bass had money, he didn’t make it a habit out of throwing it in his dates’ faces. He let his british charm and spontaneous bravado do most of the panty-dropping for him. So far, the date had been off to a great start. They went over the usual. Names, ages, brief rundown of background history. Now Seb was interested in the more nitty grittier topics. Such as Olivia’s vices, her kinks, what made her tick so to speak. “So, I’ll be honest with you love. It’s quite astonishing to me that a girl like you is still single. I would’ve thought men such as myself would be clamoring to win a date with you. How did I get so lucky?” 

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          “If I do forget you’re always quick to remind me,” Sydney muttered underneath her breath, but no so quietly that Bass wouldn’t be able to make out every word. She wanted him to hear almost as much as she wanted (correction: needed) the shots. “And as far as the rehab goes?” Well, normally she’d try to reign in his behavior, but chances were he’d go off in search of a drink with or without her tonight. At least this way he had a mildly antagonistic, hopefully soon to be shit faced chaperone. So, Syd kept her little glass clutched firmly in hand and popped a grin. “I’ll conveniently remember that part and smack some sense into you in the morning. Tonight I need you to buck up and be the devil on my shoulder we both know you’re so good at.” Words couldn’t explain how happy she was for Mike and Naomi, and she loved weddings even when they weren’t for such good friends, but lately each one got harder to sit through than the last. Each one served as a slap to the face reminder that, now thirty, she was still no closer to her own. If there was ever a time for a distraction, it was now.

          After the tequila worked its way down her throat she abandoned the glass, immediately retrieving her next. “If you’ve somehow developed an urge to behave now’s the time to tell me. Like you said— it only goes south from here.”

               This was precisely the version of Sydney that Bass liked most. The one that couldn’t resist getting wild and knew how to go off book with or without his help. He intended to give it to her but, something told him she wouldn’t really need him to play the devil on her shoulder. Hers was well, true, and alive. If he’d had to guess, the fallen dark angel was now swimming around her gut too. “In that case darling, this devil says drink up.” Bass drew up another glass and knocked it back. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he found Syd crawling on the floor. It was only then when he’d know she had a memorable night. Or non memorable night depending on how shitfaced she got. “No such urge exists. Misbehaving is all I know how to do. Speaking of,” with three consecutive shots down, Seb leaned in closer until his mouth was dangling only inches away from Sydney’s “You look like you know how to dance. Wanna give it a go? We can pretend we’re back in your living room and all you got on is one of those old, beat up old tees. I’ve seen those springy long legs. I know what they can do. It’s just too bad you decided not to show them off tonight.”

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Would you go with aliens if they beamed down to Earth?

If they know how to party like me, then sure. 

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If you had a choice, what would your last ever meal be and why?

Easy. @aubreytaylcr

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If you could write a letter to your younger self, what would it say?

Bass, 

While you may already know this, you’re going to grow up to become the most handsome bloke this world has ever seen, never fret. Do yourself a favor and never trust girls named Isobel @isobelcerci, and that business venture of yours? Do that shit yourself. 

Get fucked and never forget to use protection. 

Signed,  Older, still handsome Bass.