Happiness is the same price as red bottoms

Sugar Motta, 27, based in LA. Stylist and personal shopper available for your every fashion need. Contact via DM or email address. Married so work enquiries only please. Instagram || TikTok || Facebook

[swcrdsqndperfumc]

"Oh! its cause someone i am uhm-"She blushed, coughing in an attempt to hide it..."fond of someone and I wanna give them my vote-" she explained. "Busy, always busy with work- you think a freelancer would have more free time but... not true at all." She then nodded. "yes I am having fun, and why thank you id say the same about your outfit but I feel its more glamorous than cute."

[sugarmottafashion]

"Oh! Okay." Sugar said, any annoyance fading away. It made total sense that Quinn would be voting for someone else for reasons other than Sugar's costume not being the best here. "Who is it?" She asked curiously. "No it's not, you definitely have to hustle more and that's a lot of work." Sugar said sagely, as if she had ever had a corporate job in her life to compare it to. But she did run her own business so knew about the freelance life, even if some of the jeopardy was removed by having her father's money to fall back on. "No problem! And yes I agree, glamorous was definitely the goal tonight."

[puckyeahla]

"Oh, I know. I've always been on that side of things too. People aren't crazy about bluntness but I'm not a liar. I'd rather someone be straight up with me than try and sugarcoat things. Even when it's something you don't wanna hear." Puck let out a short laugh, shaking his head at her joke. “Yeah, okay, I could probably rock the kids party circuit… but I don't see that happening unless my business suddenly goes under and I'm desperate. I own a pool cleaning business but for like the rich and celebs and shit. Guess I could hire someone to wear this thing and stand on the streets with business signs. I mean, turtles swim so it kinda works."

Puck tilted his head, giving her a small, amused smile. "And yeah… being friends first is the best. Makes everything else way easier. You actually know the person before you get all serious. No games, no pretending. Honestly, that’s how it should be. I've never been much of a relationship guy until now." When she mentioned her work, Puck’s eyebrows shot up, impressed. "Freelance stylist and personal shopper? That explains a lot. That takes skill, and confidence. Respect. Maybe I'll keep you in mind next time I'm suckered into one of those fancy parties like this. I'm not much of a dress up kind of guy and could use some help before i get arrested by the fashion police."

[sugarmottafashion]

"Agreed. Like I just tell things like they are and people get so weird about it." Sugar nodded her head in agreement. Though she was being a hypocrite given her reaction to Santana's lack of sugarcoating around her relationship, but this random party dude didn't need to know that. "I guess the costume isn't practical for wearing to work then, unless some people want Buzz Lightyear cleaning their pool. There was a pool at our house growing up and my dad would have probably paid more for that service, just saying. Maybe you could do both at the same time - entertain the kids and clean the pool." She joked.

Sugar just continued to nod along to what the guy was saying, trying not to let herself think too hard about it all. "For sure, well, welcome to the club." She said, deciding to brush over it and hopefully end the relationship part of the conversation. "Yes please do keep me in mind. You can find me at @sugarmottafashion on all socials. You can just drop me a DM on whatever platform you like and I'll get back to you to arrange something. That's my name by the way, Sugar. Motta is spelled M-o-t-t-a. Like Motto but with an A on the end."

[samdoodled]

"They could be art to... someone," Sam supplied with a small laugh. "I'm an artist. Well, aspiring, I guess. I dunno. I freelance, but mine is more drawing and not like something fashionable. The only time I look halfway stylish is when Blaine helps me out. He's definitely got it down to an art." Nope, definitely no Mrs. Ninja Turtle. There was a Mr. Ninja Turtle that had his heart, but it wasn't like Sam could say that aloud, so he just shook his head, cheeks flushing as he caught himself steal a glance at Blaine across the room. "There's four of us. Tina is the only lady in our bunch but she and I are just good friends. But she's really awesome."

Sam's grin brightened in recognition at her husband's name. "Oh, I met him! His costume is great. Even if he didn't appreciate my Guy Fieri joke when I couldn't remember his character's name. But I think he warmed up to me when I owned my lack of pop culture. I don't know too much about Wicked except what others have filled me in on. And the songs, but those are catchy as hell," he admitted with a chuckle. "You didn't want to come as Glinda or Galinda or whatever her name is?" he asked, curiously. "Although i personally prefer Princess Mia myself."

[sugarmottafashion]

"Someone with no taste, sure." Sugar commented, confident in that statement. "Blaine? Blaine Anderson?" She asked, recognising the name that the guy had just dropped into the conversation. "I know Blaine, we sometimes get coffee together after yoga. We also go shopping together. He's not a client or anything, we just do it for fun." She explained. "There's a woman wearing... that?" She gestured at his costume. "Wow, she is... braver than I am." She said, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

Sugar wasn't surprised when Sebastian was recognised, her husband liked to mix and mingle at these things, and he was hardly forgettable. "Yeah that sounds like him. I don't know much about Wicked either, plus I'm much hotter as a brunette than a blonde." She said, explaining away her lack of matching costume. "And this dress is definitely giving Mia more than Glinda so really it was no contest. Though I could have worn the tiara with either I suppose."

[snixinla]

This was a woman she used to share bottles of wine with in front of the television. Someone she'd opened up about some aspects of her family to. Try as she might to deny it, Santana had built herself a little found family in Los Angeles, and Sugar had once been a big part of it. She was still a part of it—Santana could never leave someone she loved truly hanging— but why did everything have to be so tainted now? Why couldn’t Sugar just let herself look for actual happiness? Maybe they really couldn’t be friends anymore. Combined with Santana’s general existential dread about finishing school soon, it was all too much. Tears had gathered in the corners of her eyes, even as she furrowed her brow to just cover it up with being pissed. "Y'know what’s chistosa? Everyone wants a real one until I say something they don’t like. Definition of fake if you ask me," she slurred. "I didn’t abandon shit! I’m just not going to be a part of whatever the hell you’re doing. You could have so much better, or at least I thought you could." She hadn't realized her voice had crept up to almost a yell in that crowded room, and fell silent again, wiping roughly at her eyes.

[sugarmottafashion]

Sugar hated what their friendship had become, she missed the days of hanging out and judging other people together, instead of just bitching at each other. It just felt wrong, but other than sharing her deepest darkest secret, she couldn't think of a way to fix it. A part of her wanted to argue Santana's points and passionately defend her marriage in order to keep up the act. Wasn't that what a devoted wife would do? But she was getting tired, and she didn't have the energy left in her to pretend that Sebastian was the love of her life, at least not tonight. Plus Santana getting emotional had thrown her off guard, bringing down some of her walls. "No you don't get it Santana. I can't-" Sugar said, swallowing down the lump that was starting to creep up her throat. It wasn't the tone of a woman wildly in love with her husband. "This is as good as it's going to get. There is no better, at least not for me."

[samdoodled]

is before thanksgiving too early to put up christmas lights? because my apartment feels like it needs twinkle lights right now. it might make it a little less sad. also, how long do real pumpkins last? asking for a friend.

[sugarmottafashion]

I don't think it is too early, twinkle lights are fun at all times and not just for the holidays. I don't know much about pumpkins so you might want to ask Google for that one.

[puckyeahla]

Puck shook his head with a grin, leaning back just enough to keep it casual. “It was a compliment. You say what you mean, people can deal with it. It’s honestly kind of nice seeing someone cut through all the fake around here for once.” He waved vaguely at the crowd, full of influencers and over-the-top costumes. “I mean, look at this place — you're not wrong. Good on you for wearing something more than once. I feel like most people with money are one and done with their outfits. Points for effort, seriously.” He glanced down at his own costume and chuckled. “Of course, how I would ever re-use what I'm wearing, I have no idea.”

Puck’s gaze flicked briefly toward Finn, a soft smile playing at his lips, before returning to her. “And yeah… my vote’s already decided. Finn looks amazing, always has. We haven't been dating all that long; it's still kinda new. But he's been my best friend for years. So I guess we've been a pair long enough that he’s stuck with me. Doesn’t mean you’re not killing it tonight, though.” He shrugged, hands tucked in his pockets, grin widening. “So what kind of work do you do in fashion? Like design or make-up or something?”

[sugarmottafashion]

"Okay good, believe it or not but not everyone thinks that's a good thing." Sugar laughed as the man confirmed that he meant it as a compliment. She had thick skin though and was perfectly capable of ignoring any negativity that was thrown her way. "Right? It would be a crime against fashion for no-one to see this again." She agreed, twirling the bottom of her skirt around. Whilst she probably could afford to only wear outfits once, she looked too good in them for that to be the case. "I guess you could re-wear yours to children's parties, hire yourself out as the entertainment..." She added jokingly.

Sugar watched his gaze shift and it didn't take a genius to work out what he was looking at as she saw the smitten smile forming. It was sickening, and enough to stir some feelings of jealousy within her. She wanted someone to smile at like that, was it too much to ask? The jealousy only grew further as he mentioned the fact that they had been best friends for years. Sure, she'd married her best friend too, but her relationship was also just one big charade. "Relationships where you're friends first are the best kind." She commented, pushing her feelings down into a box. Sugar freakin' Motta would not be jealous of someone dressed as Buzz Lightyear in a polyester nightmare. She was better than that. "I'm a freelance stylist and personal shopper. So people pay me to tell them what to buy, what to wear and what suits them." She explained.

[snixinla]

If you asked her on an average (sober) day, Santana would say that they were friends... but things had never been the same since the wedding. Santana had spent far too long playing their arguments in her mind. She missed how easy it was to talk to Sugar; their attitudes clashed but it used to work most of the time. Now, it was much easier to go to the yelling place, and not think about the bridesmaid dress that she'd bought ages ago and never used. It still hung in the back of her closet (she hadn't set fire to it like had claimed on a number of occasions). "That's so rich," she scoffed. "ME, delusional! How about you with your head in your ass even to this day, when all I did was try and help you actually be happy! Do you know how hard it is to find real friends in LA? Face it, you ruined this," she hiccuped a little pathetically and gestured between the two of them, "Because you're just as fake as the rest of them."

[sugarmottafashion]

Sugar felt her party mood beginning to evaporate, Santana's words acting like a downer as they sunk in. The worst part was the fact that she was right. Santana had only been trying to help Sugar be happy, and had her best interests at heart. It was one of Sugar's few life regrets that she hadn't been honest with her friend. It seemed like it would be so simple, to just open her mouth and explain that she'd never really been attracted to anyone so why not marry Seb? It wasn't like anyone was going to want to marry her for real. But the internalised shame and a fear that admitting everything out loud would make it all real had kept her quiet, breaking up her friendship with Santana in the process. "You're psycho, you know that-" Sugar said, though she didn't believe what she was saying. It was a defence mechanism at this point, trying to hide just how right Santana was and how much it all hurt her. "I ruined it? Friends don't have to agree with every decision you make but that didn't mean you had to abandon me, you know. I am not fake either. I'm hot, rich, and have good friends who actually showed up for me. What about that is fake?" She said, stopping short of saying she was happy.

[swcrdsqndperfumc]

"I highly doubt I will," Quinn said as she shoos away the person Sugar was trying to talk to. "How are you doing, Sugar." Her voice laced with a dubious but still sincere politeness. She had put her creativity to work trying to replicate a C. Wilhelm design which, with her enormous wings added a nice touch. Let alone with the crown that looked like it would make her head topple over once she moved it the wrong way, yet Quinn was rarely wrong.

[sugarmottafashion]

"Why not?" Sugar asked, confused why Quinn would be unlikely to vote for her for best costume. "Who are you voting for instead?" She asked, glancing around the party for any potential rivals for the top spot. From the costumes she'd seen so far, it wasn't like there was much competition. "I'm doing good thank you, what about you? Are you having a good night?" Sugar asked, taking a sip from the drink in her hand. "Your outfit is super cute by the way, you look great."

[samdoodled]

Sam leaned over to get a closer look at the phone, eyes widening slightly. “Oh wow… yeah, that’s… definitely a crime against humanity. I mean, Croc heels?” He shook his head with a grin. “Some things should just be banned, no debate. Of course, there's a part of me that is curious if they're so comfortable that they're worth the crime. Would you rather your feel like like they're on a cloud, or wear some fancy heels that kill your stride?”

He tapped his shell lightly. “And yeah, the Ninja Turtle thing —Leonardo, specifically. Totally popular, but we did plan it together. Me and a few of my friends. I can't believe you've never heard of them though. They've been around for decades now.” Sam nodded at her last comment with a soft, understanding smile. “Sounds like you’ve got someone treating you right, and that’s the important part. So, who is your night in shining armor, princess?”

[sugarmottafashion]

Sugar nodded sagely as the man agreed with her about the Croc heels, glad that they were on the same page and she wouldn't need to waste her energy educating him on why exactly he was wrong. "I'll take the fancy heels every time." She replied at the suggestion that the comfort would be worth it. "I want to look good when I go out, no matter what. Fashion is art, and Crocs are like... the opposite of that."

"So how many of you are there?" She asked, curious about the group. Her new friend Kitty had already pointed out one Turtle, but she wondered how many more of them there were wandering around. Despite what he said, it really didn't seem like it would that popular a costume. "My hubby is Sebastian." She said, plastering on a smile. Seb did treat her right, that wasn't up for debate. The two of them had a great relationship, it just wasn't the relationship everyone else thought they had. "He's here tonight, he's dressed as the captain guy from Wicked." She added, glancing around the room for him. She didn't know much about the film, it wasn't her vibe, but Sebastian looked good in his costume, and not embarrassing, which is really all that mattered. "What about you? Do you have a Mrs Ninja Turtle with you?"

[snixinla]

Santana groaned when she realized who had come along and found her. Sugar and Santana were tolerable to one another, but that was on like, a good day for both of them. Tonight, the floor was feeling wobbly and the lump in her stomach from a drink ago had moved to her throat. "Haven't we been over this? I took two years off to help take care of— what the fuck am I even saying? Don't pretend like you actually want to c-comfort me," she said, leaning against the wall in an effort to find stability. "Y'know, this bitch didn't even want me at her wedding," she muttered to the stranger beside her. The stranger shuffled away awkwardly. "Whatever."

[sugarmottafashion]

Sugar felt bad as Santana spoke, the pieces falling into place too late for her to take it back. Sugar knew about the delayed academic career but had failed to put two and two together before opening her mouth. She had wanted to play nice, missing the friendship that the two of them had had. However, any thoughts about apologising quickly evaporated as Santana continued talking, Sugar's mouth falling open at the accusation. "That's not true, this bitch was supposed to be a bridesmaid." She called after the retreating stranger's back, before she rounded on Santana. "I didn't want you at my wedding? Are you delusional? How many of those have you had?" She gestured at the cup in Santana's hand. It still hurt to think about how far their friendship had fallen, especially when Sugar could have probably fixed it by just being honest with Santana.

[sugarmottafashion]

Think retail therapy my new addiction, Whoever said money can't solve your problems, Must not have had enough money to solve 'em. They say, "Which one?", I say, "Nah, I want all of 'em" Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms

[samdoodled]

Sam blinked at her list like she’d just revealed the true villains of the world. “Okay, yeah — sample sales running out of your size? That’s way worse than gluten. I can’t fight that kind of evil,” he said, hands up in surrender. “And Croc heels? I didn’t even know that was a thing. That’s… that’s a crime against humanity.” He pointed to his shell. “I’m a Ninja Turtle. Like… mutant turtle, ninja skills, eats pizza. Basically the perfect life.” He paused. “Well, until the walking part. The shell’s not really ergonomic.” Sam's face lit with recognition. “Princess Mia! Okay, that I know. She's definitely one of the best Disney princesses if you ask me. Has everyone been treating you like royalty here?”

[sugarmottafashion]

"It is a crime against humanity." Sugar agreed emphatically. "I mean, look at these." She reached for her clutch bag to grab her phone. After all, her designer gown most certainly didn't have pockets. She quickly headed to her browser to search for pictures of the offending, and offensive, shoes. "Look at these." She said in disgust, flipping her phone around to show the man. "So gross. People really have no taste."

"I don't know what Ninja Turtles are but sure, makes sense." She agreed, mainly as a platitude. "I think I've seen some other people in the same costume though. Is it a really popular costume or are you all like, together?" Sugar asked. "And well, duh. I wouldn't be dressed as her if she wasn't one of the best. Not everyone has been treating me like that but it's fine, I have my husband to treat me like a queen." She added, wishing that she could truly mean that in the way it sounded.

[puckyeahla]

Puck let out a low whistle, clearly entertained. “You don’t hold back, do you?” he said with a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, Buzz is technically a toy, but he’s also the toy who saves the galaxy. Plastic or not, that’s still more heroic than half the people here.” He leaned in a little, playful glint in his eyes. “Damn, that came from your closet? You look like you just stepped out of a Vogue spread. Are you a model or heiress or something? If I were voting on who wore their costume best, you’d still rank pretty high — right after my boyfriend, of course. And no, it's not just to get laid. I just think he looks the best.. But maybe I'm also really, really biased. But I guess that makes us even—me pretending to be a superhero, and you pretending that wasn’t a total flex.”

[sugarmottafashion]

"Hold back? Why would I hold back?" Sugar asked. Sexuality crises aside, she had never been one to edit herself, she usually said whatever came to mind without giving it much of a second thought. She liked to think of herself as just straight talking, but the word 'bitch' had also been used before. At least she'd stopped telling everyone she had Aspergers as a reason for her truth-telling. Now she just owned it. "If people have a problem with me then that's their issue, not mine. I'm not holding myself back for anyone." She added with a shrug of her shoulders. "Plastic is pretty on theme for LA, I'll give you that." She joked, looking around at the sea of lip filler and Botox around them.

"Yes it's from my closet, I got it for a friend's birthday party a couple of years ago and I thought it deserved to be seen again. I work in fashion but I'm not a model." She explained. "And my dad's in real estate but I wouldn't exactly call me an heiress. I'm not like Paris Hilton or anything." Sugar added. "Mhmmm sure, but also you're like... contractually obligated to say he looks the best even if he doesn't. He could look terrible and you'd still be biased and put him first. How long have you guys been together?" She asked in a rare show of interest in something that wasn't to do with her.

[snixinla]

open halloween starter

“And it’s like—“ Santana paused to take another sip of her second (or was it her third?) cup of jungle juice of the night. “I’ve been in school for so long I don’t know how it’s gonna be once I’m out.” She hiccuped and her shoulders shook a bit from it. She was in over-sharing territory. Dangerously close to weepy over-sharing territory at that. With her free hand she twirled one of her fake braids anxiously. “I can’t shake this feeling that I wasted the hottest years of my life in the library.”

[sugarmottafashion]

Sugar had finished her fourth margarita of the night and had just collected a fifth from the bar when she'd run into Santana. The two of them seemingly swung between friends and enemies like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. The alcohol would likely either cause Sugar to play nice, softening any usual edges, or it would make her more of a bitch, the pendulum really could go either way at a moment's notice. "Yeah, what's up with that? Did they make you retake a year or two? You've been in school forever." Sugar commented, taking a sip from her drink. "I don't think that's true though. You still have hot years in front of you. Plus some girls are into nerdy girls, right? You'll be fine." She added, deciding to try and be nice for the evening.

[puckyeahla]

Puck paused mid-bite of a deviled egg, giving her costume a look — tiara, gown, diamonds that probably cost more than his truck. “Damn. You look like you robbed a museum on the way here.” He leaned in a little, voice dropping into a teasing gravel. “And yeah, expensive definitely counts as a skill. I’m pretty sure your dress costs more than this entire party.” He tapped the plastic Buzz Lightyear chest plate he was wearing. “But I gotta be honest with you; if there’s a Best Costume award, I’m voting for my boyfriend first. However — I will put your name down for second place. And that’s only because bribing a judge is probably beneath you.” Puck smirked. “Hey, my costume is more than cute. It's… a classic. And manly. You can't get much more manly than a superhero.” He flexed one arm like an idiot, wings on his back wobbling. “To infinity and beyond.”

[sugarmottafashion]

"Thank you." Sugar grinned at the museum comment, taking it as a compliment regardless of whether it was meant as one or not. "Although for the record, the Louvre thing wasn't me, I just robbed my closet instead." She looked around as he spoke, nodding in agreement as he compared her dress value to the rest of the party. This was a semi-celebrity event so it was high praise and probably not all that accurate. Though accuracy had yet to bother her when it came to accepting praise from admiring fans. "Ah yes, voting for your boyfriend so you can get laid tonight, that makes sense." She commented, trying to fake it as always with the sexual comments. Sugar had wanted to call the man lame for voting for his boyfriend automatically before remembering she was wearing a wedding ring and people would expect her to vote for Sebastian in this situation. "Okay firstly, you can get more manly than a superhero. Secondly, are you even really a superhero? Isn't Buzz just a plastic toy?"

[samdoodled]

@sugarmottafashion / continued from discord

Sugar looked over at the new arrival, her eyes running over the costume. She didn't know what it was supposed to be, but it looked a lot like the one that the other guy had been wearing, the guy that the blonde girl (Kitty, since she now knew her name) had pointed out to her. "What exactly are you saving the world from? I hope it's nothing dangerous if walking is difficult for you."

Sam straightened the plastic shell on his back and gave her an earnest nod. “Oh, I’m absolutely saving the world from evil and gluten, mostly,” he said, like it was an official mission. “But walking is only difficult because this shell wasn’t designed with gravity in mind.” He glanced down at his feet, then back up with a sheepish grin. “Turns out being a ninja turtle is harder than the cartoons made it look. your costume is mega fancy. Are you supposed to be a rich person, or a princess?”

[sugarmottafashion]

"... Does the world need saving from gluten?" Sugar asked bemusedly. Though this was LA and there was a good chance that the majority of the room would disagree with her on that one. "There are much worse things out there than gluten. Sample sales which run out of your size first, men who think socks and sandals are acceptable and anyone who wears Croc heels." She joked. "A ninja what?" She asked, unfamiliar with any kind of ninja animal really. "I'm supposed to be a princess but I guess I'm both." She grinned. "But officially I'm Princess Mia from Princess Diaries 2."

[sugarmottafashion]

Open to: Anyone Location: Halloween party

Sugar was having a good night so far as she mixed and mingled her way through the party. It was a good chance to catch up with her existing friends as well as trying to make new ones. "Hey, if there's a best costume award, will you vote for me?" She asked as she sauntered over to the next group of people standing around. "I mean it's clearly the most expensive and that's gotta mean best, right?" She asked as she looked down once more at the four figure Carolina Herrera gown she had on, not to mention the tiara with real diamonds that was sitting on top of her head. "But your costume is cute too." She added, the sincerity of the "cute" very much up for debate.