dressed in shorts and the customary hawaiian shirt, diego is the portrait of the exotic los angeles citizen. a juul firmly in hand, he’s trying to fix some water damage in his deck ——— he doesn’t have to fix it himself, but he has the type of can do attitude that seems to ask ‘what could go wrong?’ and the answer to that is: a lot. “ kid, ” he exhales a cloud of smoke. “ can you pass me the big silicon thing right there? ” diego scratches his chin slightly. “ you ever think about those squatters that live in people’s homes without them knowing? ‘cause sometimes i can’t stop thinking about them. ” @angelestarters
although the whole set up is slightly amusing, in true luciana fashion she can’t help but be on the defensive as soon as diego regards her —– as kid, nonetheless. what was next? a pat in the back? a ‘good job, champ’? arms crossed against her chest, the woman approaches him with a quirked brow. “ while i’m flattered, i don’t think i still qualify to be called kid. ” she retorts, and only then does she reach for the big silicon thing he was referring to. “ can’t say i have ever thought about those, no. i might start now, though. ”
“i’ve been watching you, and not on purpose, but isn’t that like, your 3rd drink?” delilah joked, as she ordered her 4th. “bars are relaxing for some unknown reasons.” @angelestarters
a brow raises at delilah’s admission of having been watching her, but there’s a hint of amusement on her features as well. “ depends —– are you judging? ” not waiting for an answer, the lawyer goes on. “ they’re all soft. i’m supposed to meet a client in an hour, so i need a clear mind. and you? what do you need the relaxing environment of a bar for? ”
“ damn , was kind of banking on that more than the light . ” sloane’s words come with a faint smirk , slightly buzzed and just savoring the passing nighttime breeze that swept over them . something about going back inside doesn’t bode well with her , provoking a crystalline gaze to drink in the night sky and fall slowly back on cain . “ think i need to walk on the beach for a bit , ” she kicks herself off the brick and allows a slight challenge to flicker across bright irises. “ full moon’s out. you’d be a sucker if you didn’t come with . ” she’s already walking backwards, daring him to tag along.
“ i’m so deeply sorry to disappoint, turner. ” ah, if this were the good old times ... a simple phone call and he’d have a car ready for him in a matter of minutes, prepared to take him anywhere and everywhere. unfortunately, that hadn’t been his reality for months now. he’d been trying this new thing called ‘ not living in the past ’, though, and reminiscing the good old days —– as delicious as they were, certainly didn’t help. it was definitely a work in progress. “ full moon, huh? ” there’s a hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes, never one to back down from a challenge. it simply wasn’t in his nature. “ i’d hate to be a sucker ... on this scenario, anyway. ” he throws a playful wink at her, feet already propelling him forwards and in the same direction she was headed. “ is this how you sober up? ”
there are a million people that orla should have called on– anyone who works for her, her family, maybe… but it was nice to know that there were others who were willing to come to her rescue should she need it. “yeah, no kidding. although, i think sometimes i’m one of the assholes. not a lot of the time, but i have my moments.” she can’t help but grin. “but i didn’t buy my license. i take pride in that.” she settles into the seat and nods her head. “yeah, yeah, fine. neck is a little sore but they checked me out at the scene and said i’m good. did i interrupt anything?”
“ no ... ” arielle dragged out the ‘o’ dramatically, shaking her head a few times. “ i refuse to believe that. i have more faith in you than that, orla. ” a small grin tugged at her lips as she looked at the other for a moment before her attention was back on the road in front of them. “ oh, thank god. i was about to say this friendship? had to end right here, right now. i don’t think i could be friends with one of the assholes who bought their license. ” she joked, smile widening. “ i had an interview but that was already done when you called. kinda like the universe knew i’d have to come to your aid and take on my superwoman role, y’know. ”
“you’re not wrong.” art replied, glancing around at the exhibition and the lack of furniture for the actual guests to use. “well if you’re asking me to carry you, that’s not going to happen. not because i don’t want to be helpful, but because i don’t have the upper body strength.” he replied, motioning at himself and matching cain’s playful tone as he joined him on the bench, deciding if they were going to get kicked out, he may as well rest too. “it’s never really wise to say you hate someone’s art- i mean it’s all subjective. this could be absolute gold to the right millionaire.”
“ i never am. ” now that could certainly be argued, with more than a few examples to vouch for it, but the retort was said in a teasing tone —– he wasn’t being serious, and he certainly didn’t believe his own words, as much as he would like to claim otherwise. “ oh, man ... way to rain on my parade. now i’m gonna need a whole new plan. ” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. his smile widened as art joined him on the bench, in spite of the judgemental looks thrown their way. if anything, those only encouraged cain. “ who said anything about wise? please. besides, i’m no millionaire. if this is what catches their attention, though, i’m ready for my debut in the art world —– not your world, that might get a little confusing. you know what i mean. ”
⟨ jessica alba. cis female. she/her. ⟩ ↪ have you met luciana delgado yet ? this thirty six year old scorpio has been living in the beverly hills area for twelve years. she makes a living as a criminal lawyer, which works for their determined, adaptable, assertive, and irascible nature. no me conoce by jhay cortez, j. balvin & bad bunny is one of luciana’s favorite songs, and they’re written by bela, 20, gmt-3, none. ⟨ 🔪 ⟩
remember my lack of self control ... well, here’s demon number three !
trigger warnings: implied child abuse, neglect.
with a mother nowhere to be seen or found, luciana was raised in new york city, new york by her deadbeat father who wasted no opportunities throughout the years to tell her that she wouldn’t amount to anything in life ─ after all, being a loser was in her blood.
for a while she believed him; it was hard not to when you were being told those things by one of the two people who were supposed to love you most in the world. she didn’t know what she’d done wrong, but she suspected it had something to do with her mere existence, her mother’s disappearance and the hole that was left in her father’s heart in return. then again, that was no excuse.
their financial situation didn’t help, either, and it was something her father loved to remind her of as well. if she weren’t in the picture, he’d be able to live more comfortably; he’d only have one mouth to feed and that was his own. as if that was her fault. it wasn’t long until she decided that she wouldn’t be in the picture for much longer ─ by whatever means necessary, she would get out of that house and of his life, for good.
from then on, she buried herself in her studies, figuring that was the best and safest way out. her father couldn’t afford a good school or even the materials but she relied on scholarships. whenever she wasn’t studying, she was working odd jobs here and there, saving money for when she would eventually break free.
she was a straight a student. her teachers never had any complaints to make about her ( and it was definitely a good thing that no one ever caught her selling homework answers, or doing papers for her classmates for a price ) and with each passing year and scholarship, her future seemed brighter and brighter.
getting into law school seemed like a distant dream even for an overachiever such as herself, but she did it ─ and boy did she appreciate it. this was her way out. she even had her pick of a few different universities and she picked the one as far away from her father as possible, hellbent as ever on cutting all ties with the man.
twelve years ago she found her way to beverly hills. her resume was flawless and that paved the way for her after graduation, which was the true kickstart to her new life. the job offers, along with the money she still had saved, ensured she’d have a good, comfortable life.
as it turned out, the woman acquired an expensive taste and got used to the finer things in life. don’t get her wrong, she could never forget her humble beginnings ( as hard as she tries to delete every memory of her father from her mind ) but she doesn’t plan on ever going back to that place. in fact, ever since she left her childhood house, she’s never looked back.
an arranged marriage to an influential executive producer came in extremely handy for luciana. she was living in the city of stars, after all, and putting their fortunes together meant an even bigger one. all she had to do was play wife to one henry kline.
as her name got more and more known in the business, her father has attempted contact more than once, to no success ─ luciana still has no intentions on ever seeing the man again or listening to what he supposedly has to say. any reminder of her past life gets burned and pushed to the side.
personality-wise, she can be a bit ... Much, especially to those who don’t know or aren’t sure how to handle her. with a bit of a temper, she can be the type to ‘ shoot first, ask questions later ’, but that’s something she’s had to work on for the sake of her career if nothing else.
she’s got a mind of her own and she’s not afraid to speak her truth or to go after what she wants when she wants it. can be a bit proud too ─ everything she’s accomplished, she’s done so by herself, for herself, and she will remind someone of who they’re dealing with if she deems it necessary.
incredibly loyal though. really, if you get to that point with her, you’ll have a partner for life ... unless you screw her over, on which case you’ll see just how unforgiving she can be, too.
does pro bono jobs often; she believes it’s one of the ways she can help people who, like her, didn’t have the best life.
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