#c:alma

[sweetsirenitas]

open: anyone 21+

muse: alma, 30, she/her, pansexual, publicist

connection: friend, ex, fling, fwb, possibly a client, up to you

Alma was not typically this reckless, but a few cocktails in and she was losing herself to the evening. "You're real cute you know that?" She hummed as she moved closer to them. "I'd let you come back to mine. Just promise you'll be out before my zoom meeting at 10am?"

[michaelaisms]

Michaela loved her sister. She truly, truly did - Alma was one of the most important people in her world. That fact however did nothing to stop the trepidation she always felt, right before she asked her sister to do something. With Alma you never knew if you would be going on a nice picnic, or somehow booking a plane ticket for a flight that left in a matter of hours. Telling herself she was being ridiculous, she finally knocked on her sister’s door. “A? Are you in? I want to do something to celebrate the start of summer and... you’re the first person I thought of.” @alockhcrt

[scskiacohen]

Having dragged the girl out of classes for a midday drink, Saskia had only been at school for an hour before she needed to get out. She had texted Alma to meet her at the bar nearest to campus, a run-down place where the girl looked out of place, the clientele mostly consisting of truckers passing through Rochester and guys who looked they they had slept there all night. But Saskia was mid-conversation with one of them, a burly guy who called himself Horse as Alma joined them, Saskia’s blue eyes flicking up to greet her. “This guy, he’s fuckin’ rad. Horse, tell her about the time you hit that guy over the head with the lamp. He says it was in this very bar. Wouldn’t you love to get in a bar fight today?” Saskia asked, as if brawling and scrapping were the dreamiest thing in the world. “Horse, we’re gonna buy you a drink. Whiskeys, all around barkeep!” she declared, Horse grinning behind the mask of his scraggly beard. “Sorry for the midday interruption. Needed a drink or I was going to fucking lose it. Pull out my two front teeth and call myself Slapjack, kind of crazy,” she told Alma casually, with a shrug. @almaputnam

[sweetsirenitas]

open: m/f/nb 21+ muse: Alma, 30, she/her, pansexual, publicist connection: fwb, friend, crush, neighborhood, up to player

"So I've had a shit week, and I'm wondering if you would be so kind as to get drunk with me?"

[sweetsirenitas]

open: m/f/nb 21+ muse: Alma, 30, she/her, pansexual, publicist connection: fwb, ex, client, up to player

Alma placed her arm over theirs, guiding them off to a corner. She rolled her shoulders back trying to make her small frame look bigger, perhaps more intimidating. "What do you think you are doing?" Her voice was almost a his as her eyes narrowed to meet theirs. "I need you on your best behavior, is that understood?"

[sweetsirenitas]

open: m/f/nb 21+ muse: Alma, 30, she/her, pansexual, publicist connection: ex or former fling comes to a party she and her new significant other are hosting and seeing them has her second guessing how things ended.

Alma had been wanting a moment alone with them all night. She could feel guilt and doubt bleeding together as she sees them here now. "I know that neither of us really wants to talk about it," she said in a voice that was hardly above a whisper. "And I can't change the choices I made." She knew the next words that were going to come out of her mouth were stupid, dangerous, and selfish. She knew she hurt them so many times. "I miss you so much."

[sweetsirenitas]

Alma had spent most of the evening with one of her clients in their hotel room of the Hilton, a very bad cheating scandal that had escalated to crisis mode while her client was consistently needed her to sooth them. Sometimes her job also meant being emotional support to weepy actresses in hotel rooms.

They had put together a press statement and she slowly made her way to the lobby of the hotel. She was pretty excited to get home, but was thinking about stopping by the hotel bar for a drink before she grabbed a cab. As she hit the button of the elevator she began taking her hair out of it's ponytail. Messing it up as she heard the doors ding open.

She stood their looking over the man who looked more like he should be from an old western film then the lobby of the Hilton. Her eyes scanned over him curiously before she smiled at him. He was very handsome, and tall, rugged in a very sexy way.

She smirked a little as she moved to step around him. "So is did I miss country western night at the bar?" She teased with an arch of her brow. @nytehavyn-circle

[sweetsirenitas]

starter : closed

Alma certainly knew how to make a mess. It was a thought that orbited her mind as she considered the aftermath of her encounter with Hunter. He was also in her mind, he was always in her mind, but since their last kiss he was becoming all consuming. So much so that she had really been unable to focus on much else.

Things with her boyfriend were fractured, and she couldn't blame him. She was full of guilt, and he could tell, he could see her distance. How could he not? They were starting to argue all the time. She could feel herself becoming defensive and manipulative. Scared he would know, and she would be left alone. But he wasn't what she wanted. She wanted Hunter, she always would.

But does he want me?

It was all she could focus on. So much so that she had decided to pay him a visit. Her hand shaking as she made her way to his door. Bad idea, awful idea, and still, her hand reached up, knuckles lightly tapping against the wood of the door. @gctawaygirl