#bowie.

[californiababylon]

Bowie.

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SAVANNAH BLAKE: SO WHY'S IT SO IMPORTANT, ANYWAY? bowie looks at savannah as if she has two heads, in this moment, taken aback by her question. hand is at his chest, feigning offense. ‘ ask yourself this, darling - do you want hundreds of thousands of adoring fans chanting your name while your on the stage? ’ they're gazing at savannah over their shades, one manicured brow quirked in her direction. ‘ i think you do. everyone does. do you know how you achieve that? by putting yourself out there. meeting important people. some people call it schmoozing - i call it business, ’ now bowie gives savannah a grin, laying a hand on her shoulder. ‘ you've got to step out of your comfort zone, love. shake hands, kiss babies, show everyone who you are. that's how you become a superstar, ’ @stillsparkle.

[postmanultrachic]

bowie.

[californiababylon]

Bowie.

[unbelong]

DAISY JONES: I DID TELL YOU NOT TO TRUST ME. there's a grin on bowie's features, lazy but wide, charming and cheeky, as they stare at daisy jones. if he was a different person, he might be irritated - angry, even. bowie was too high for that. and too calm and collected ; too into a good time to care. ‘ yes. you did. and i didn't listen. would you like to know why? ’ bowie leans in a bit, resting their chin in the palm of their hand, gazing at daisy over shades that sit low on his nose. ‘ because i like uncertainty. and i like a challenge. besides, i never trusted you, darling - i just wanted to see what you'd do, ’ smile widens a fraction. ‘ and you did not disappoint, ’ @regretsher.

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( KAREN SIRKO ): ✐ for a randomly generated dialogue starter. she asks how he's feeling, right now, and bowie doesn't think there are words that could describe how incredible they felt in their body, at this moment. the high they continued to ride made bowie feel as if he was on cloud nine. the smile he gives to karen is lazy but genuine, the superstar stretching up toward the ceiling. ' take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you're still fuckin’ miles off the pace, ' they say with a chiming laugh, heaving a sigh as their faux fur covered arms fall back to their side. ' meaning i feel great, darling, and i hope you're enjoying yourself, as well, ' @siixth.

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( DAISY JONES ): HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE? ' on me? three, ' he'd never leave home with any less. bowie holds out a hand to show a trio of pills, colorful tablets that happen to be bowie's favorite. lazy grin is given to the woman, one brow quirking as they watch her glance over his palm before he closes it again. ' back at my place? plenty to go around. if you're interested, ' bowie takes a second to look at the other people in the room before leaning a bit closer to daisy's here. ' we can have a little fun, and no one'll know, ' their grin shows their teeth now, something charming, but proof that perhaps the superstar had already had something earlier in the evening. ' what do you say, darling? humor me. the afterparty's moving back there, anyway, ' @da1syjones.