STARTERS & MORE.

[pcachykccn]

a small laugh leaves her lips as she finds a random megaphone, well not really random, ( maybe belongs to the hotel or something ) but either way she found it. she presses a button and speaks into it. “i’m in the mood to go for a walk, does anyone want to come with me?” after her question she giggles and quickly puts the megaphone back before she gets in trouble by a staff or something.  | @sleepoverextra​

[allwegetnow]

Text to: Wrong number

Kit: I am hoping this playlist is good enough that you let me eat you out.

[deadcfnight]

        It was nearing two o’clock by the time Diana emerged from her room to belatedly head for the main dining hall for lunch. Her first mistake. Arriving to a scene of chaos, she should have known the place would be packed; hungry customers mid-chowing down at every table, or lazily lingering to chat it up over post-lunch mimosas. Just because they were on vacation, wherein it made complete sense to be in no rush, didn’t mean it grated on Diana’s nerves any less. Loosening the long piece of fabric tied around her hair in a makeshift headband, she absentmindedly draped it over her shoulders and let her fingers move of their own well-practiced accord, tidily forming a double Windsor knot that hung loosely below her collarbone. Pacing near the restaurant’s waterfront tables, making purposeful eye contact with each group until a hint was taken, eventually good fortune decided to shine upon her when a set of couples occupying two adjacent tables (a double date, Diana gathered) rose in tandem to leave.  Prepared to pounce, Diana pulled out a chair to stake her claim over one of the vacant spaces, not trusting such would still be the case if she waited around for a server to clear it. Which, as she looked around, appeared scarcely available with the amount of other patrons to attend. In the meantime, taking matters into her own hands, Diana picked up the used cups and chinaware still covering the area in front of her. Balancing bowls and plates atop each other, she carefully pivoted around to place the stack upon on the neighbouring unoccupied table. 

She had been about to gently set down the objects when a sudden blow of force caused them to ungracefully spill out of her grasp with a sharp reverberating clang— the aftermath of a passing pair of kids shoving their dishes onto the pile, off balancing the precarious arrangement and sending everything sliding. “Hey, I don’t—” work here! Diana bit back the rest of the sentence, already out of earshot, and resigned herself to abandoning the task altogether in favour of resuming her seat. “Do I look like a waitress?” Muttering the concern aloud to no one in particular, she looked down at her outfit for answers. White button-down blouse, black dress pants, a piece of fabric fancily fastened around her neck — altogether an appearance strongly evoking of the staff’s uniform… Oh. “It’s the tie, isn’t it?”

[gabethegolden]

dahlia mostly wanted a break to tend to her knee, which was bothering her something fierce today. most days it was mildly annoying and those were easy to deal with. but some days she needed a little something extra just for an iota of relief. plopping down on the couch, she stared at a spot on the ceiling and let out a loud groan, likely concerning the other person that had just entered the room. “do you ever just have days when you want to lay on the couch and become one with it? because i’m having that kind of day and… i think i’m just… gonna lay here for the next eighty four years…”

[tayloreynolds]

“only rule is that you probably shouldn’t take that alone.” she told the person she was selling to, a smile on her face as she passed the small baggy over and took the money they handed her. “well, that and… have fun.” taylor joked, laughing a little as the person nodded and headed off in whatever direction. taylor slid the money into the pocket of her shorts, tilting her head slightly as she caught the eye of someone who looked like they’d seen the whole thing. “what, are you gonna tell on me?” she teased.

[miaxchen-blog]

supposedly it didn’t rain much this time of year; and yet, somehow the sky had cracked open wide. despite the fact that pneumonia threatened in the balance, especially so soon after her arrival, mia couldn’t help herself. in complete awe, she spun around to soak it all up with an ear to ear grin. sure, she had her eyes closed mostly causing her stumble a little but she was having a blast nonetheless. though, when she peeked through heavy eyelids, she noticed someone that came off somewhat familiar face. “the fuckers shoulda told us to pack a bloody umbrella,” she joked, running a hand through her damp locks.

[infireandash]

{ open starter }  Blake navigated her way through a sea of heart shaped balloon as she wondered why the lobby of the resort was hosting a couple’s event about a month and a half early. This almost felt like a fire hazard of some sort. She was about to give up finding the exit to the beach all together when she pushed a balloon out of the way and almost collided with another person. “Thank fuck,” she exclaimed, “do you think you could show me towards the exit? I’m positive these balloons are helium and I’m crazy disoriented.” 

[wildhcrses-deactivated20201005]

OPEN STARTER / CHLOE.

Chloe was having a good time tonight at the NYE party. She was enjoying herself, partying, had a few drinks, but nothing too much just yet and just wanted to dance. So when a gorgeous woman walked by she grabbed their arm and smiled, “would you like to dance with me?”

[linguaruda]

     “okay, uhm, excuse me,” she poked the woman’s shoulder, a little embarrassed, afraid of the other’s response soon as they turned to face solara. “me and some of the girls back there were playing a game. and i was dared to kiss someone i find really attractive from outside our truth or dare circle. so… uh… if you don’t mind it, can i kiss you? it could be just a peck— or, i could find someone else, sure.”

[chvrryglcss]

                             “ CONGRATS. ”  a dry expression due to her own lack of surprise.  “ you have witnessed the daily morning spill of my coffee. ”  lydia may have been embarrassed by such clumsy actions but … this was ….HABITUAL. unfortunately.  - patting her hand against the fabric of her shirt, she’d be reluctant to change… there was no hurry … she’d most likely spill again. “ you’d be shocked at the ratio of coffee that actually is consumed compared to what gets tossed on me….or on the floor …”  now the corners of her mouth were breaking into an almost pathetic grin. this purely was the woman in natural form, fully accepted of her flaws. here she was 2020, unapologetic for herself. 

[allwegetnow]

               “hey there. can i borrow your hand for a minute?” god, they seriously hoped that didn’t sound as creepy to her as it did to them. it wasn’t meant to be an unsettling question, truly. they were painting, of course. specifically, they were attempting to recreate an almost completely destroyed painting that was part of a set. since the original piece was too far gone to restore, and the set wasn’t worth enough to try, saint opted to create an acknowledged forgery on behalf of her client. since it was near impossible to continue her regular work here, especially since her business partner came along, they had opted to bring this as a project to satisfy their creative itch. unfortunately though, they were stuck. the original painting, a feminine hand holding a large bouquet tied in a silk ribbon, had been too damaged along the hand for any sort of reference, and saint needed a new model. 

[mattiegranger]

mattie was on her way to her room. with a bottle of rum and a pack of smokes for later, she was set for the evening. she had no intention of being around anyone as the numbers ticked away and each floor became one closer to her own. though, the elevator seemed to have other plans for her. the immediate jar was nothing that alarmed her but the second one well– she admittedly felt some panic in the pit of her stomach. and then it stopped entirely. despite feeling somewhat anxious, she sat down on the carpet. she knew people would get to them when they did. haphazardly, she twisted the lid and took a big swig of some really strong alcohol. “oh, wow,” she quipped, shaking her head. “that’s good shit. you want some? might take the nerves away…” 

[mutuallycursed]

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it.” kingsley says, not even making eye contact with the other as she sat in the sand, cigarette resting between her pointer and middle finger, as she looks out at the water. the sun was setting so it looked beautiful on the still water. “if i didn’t have to run my bar back home, i’d stay here forever.” she takes a drag of her cigarette. 

[glcrias]

“you know, you’re very pretty. this light suits you,” gloria told the woman sat at the table across from her, blinking long eye lashes and smiling sweetly. maybe she was a couple drinks in and maybe she couldn’t exactly remember the woman’s name, but that made it all the more fun, didn’t it? she leaned in closer, propping her chin on her fist and hoping the person could smell the hand-selected perfume wafting off of her and see all the work she’d put into her makeup and low-cut outfit. she dropped her voice to a stage whisper, loud enough that both the girl and the boom mic hanging above them could catch it. “don’t tell the other ladies this, but they had no chance going up on this show with a girl like you. i’m sure you’ve got everyone’s affections.”

[wildhcrses-deactivated20201005]

open starter

Josie had been introduced to the group, once she was shown around and settled in a bit she realized that she was the oldest one there. Well, it was a good thing that she is the one to show that women well in their forties can still be attractive and sexual. That would be her mission on this show! Still, it was quite a shock, so she said out loud, “am I really the oldest one here?” She didn’t necessarily expect an answer from the woman next to her.

[wildviolcts]

“you know,” violet muttered, just loud enough to be heard clearly as she turned the next page of her book. she didn’t bother to look up at the person who had entered the room, in spite of the huge distraction they served as they clambered around, far too noisy for her liking. “you could stand to be a tad quieter.” only then, after she had successfully finished her paragraph, did she glance up over the rim of her glasses to give a slightly irritated look, her eyebrows quirking in a silent challenge.

[devilthcghts]

“I have a gay question for you,” Athena drawled out from where she was sitting, seeing the other woman in the peripheral of her vision. Adjusting her glasses, she slowly turned to face them with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Do you want corny or wildly inappropriate?”