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[moonlightcd]

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"i know i fought for this house," she said, sitting next to the other on the couch as she bit into a popsicle. "but this house is too big to clean. i need to hire a maid or something. i'm still finding rooms i had no clue about," she said. "i have a basement. found out this morning. stepped on a loose board of the hatch. haven't explored yet, but now i'm the girl with the creepy basement."

[lavenderrpages]

- This night was an example of strings that Pyper was tied too with her job and just wished she could cut loose. There was a certain standard that came with representing a company, and much like tonight, Pyper was giving a little for the looks of what she represented. Everything was branding reputation, and whomever’s house she was in was connected with her father and his law office that she helped establish. Did she even know the reason that she was even here? Was the invitation given because this family sought law help from her firm? -- or had someone in the house played golf with her father on the weekends? --or was this simply just a dinner party full of pointless conversations? Being a lawyer was a dog-eat-dog world. Some found such dinner party’s as this one to be the more highlighting and glamorous parts of it. Not Pyper, the woman found them to be draining. They were filled with more faux smiles, and pointless conversations. It all became tiring. 

   The tiresome grew along with the night, and Pyper found herself fading off from the crowd within the home. As the chatter of nonsense grew quieter behind her, the more she felt her body relaxing. A bar. Thank god. Not looking for anyone’s permission, the lawyer helped herself. Selecting the bottle of brandy, she poured herself a solid amount into a glass. How much longer did she have of this? 

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[adelstenar]

accidental text; bree ⇢ delia

Brianna: There's someone downstairs, I hope it's a murderer.

[adelstenar]

@0fpeaches, darling !!

                                 ‘‘Come on, where the fuck are you Mallory --- why do you always have to make such a big deal out of everything,’‘ she rather grudges to herself than to anyone in particular but she draws the bartender’s attention anyhow. ‘‘No, I don’t need your revolutionary speech that will get any other girl riding you in no time, all I need is a drink and right now it looks like I’ve got one, yeah?’’ It’s no question, it’s rather ‘so fuck off’ suggestion that comes from red painted lips, the CEO turning her attention to her phone the next. Coyote’s name on screen, causing her to breathe in deeply. This was a prank, she fucking knew it. Him and Mallory were laughing their asses off right now, of course they would do this to her. ‘’I don’t care what in your right minds made you come up with this prank, but if you don’t hand your phone over to Mallory right the fuck now, I’ll make sure you’ll be homeless before this night ends.’’ She threatens, to which she receives a soft ‘---but Mallory isn’t here, she’s got a school thing, I was just calling to see if you got some rotten oranges, there’s a project-’ to which Brianna already blacked out after he mentioned Mallory being at school. ‘’- So if you’re not bullshitting me, then who the fuck is it who texted me?’’ Turning around, icy blue eyes fall onto a pair she hasn’t seen before and as Coyote’s voice comes through, she hangs up on him with her phone mid air lingering, eyebrows furrowed at the sight.

[adelstenar]

@0fpeaches, darling !!

                                   ‘‘Well, well, well. If it isn’t the human that sadly enough came out of the same womb as I --- about to make this shitty day even shittier, aren’t you?’‘ Laughter lines deepening - it isn’t out of joy. One of Brianna’s well-known sarcastic smirks are settled on her features. ‘’I’m assuming it’s about either mom or dad. I cannot be your first go-to if this is about your .... offsprings. I’m not going to watch them, if that’s what you’re here for. Brianna Hanson cannot be seen with those feet-licking ... things. We’ve had this conversation before, Mal.’’ She doesn’t step into her office, not just yet. Instead leans against the doorframe, paperwork in hand. Waiting for the shit to hit the fan, whatever her sister was here for.

[adelstenar]

                        ‘‘this is your daughter? oh my,’‘ her eyes shamelessly wandered over the doll’s body, a mischievous glare set in the blue pearls that were filled with intentions one couldn’t simply put into words. ‘‘it’s my pleasure to finally meet you, miss waithe, hope you’re having fun tonight.’‘ shifting her gaze shortly back towards her parents, she noted,’‘ again, thank you so much for inviting me over to this ...’‘ well, it wasn’t the best charity event she’d ever been to, but it was something, ‘‘lovely evening.’‘

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