#c:xanthe

[banshee-grove]

Mackerel needed space. He hated the Reapings in Five, where he knew no one. He tried not to think about what would have happened if he stayed in Four, but maybe he knew what would come. Maybe it was best his parents did not have to see another son up on that stage. “Uh... is there a place in this thing for me to just, like, chill?” he asked the escort then. He did not think he would ever “chill” again, but admitting he was seeking a dark room to scream into the void and maybe sob a little wasn’t so easy to ask for.

@xanthe-langley​

[dolly-nova]

@xanthe-langley​

Dolly took a moment of reprieve to sit down on a lounge chair and free her feet from her pink stilettos. “I should’ve known better than to try new heels during training,” she confessed when she saw another escort nearby. “How are things going with your two boys? I know they’re older than you, but don’t be afraid to yell at them. It will only help them in the long-run.”

[maggie-carter]

@harshwinterstorm​

“Hey, so I figured I would drag you away from the boring day so far and offer you coffee and hanging out.” Maggie knew Brad’s birthday was coming up in a month or so. Plus maybe she was still trying to connect to her adoptive sister. 

[jeffrey-everett]

@harshwinterstorm​

Jeff walked into the Attic and immediately felt out of place.  He’d been feeling out of sorts lately and he wasn’t sure what to do or how to help himself. He’d come to Baberton to save his marriage and instead found out that he wasn’t Nina’s father.  Needless to say, things weren’t really going as planned for him.  He was wondering if this was a stupid idea when he saw a familiar face behind the bar.  Moving towards her, he gave a small smile. “Xanthe..” He said, as he sat down at the bar. “I thought maybe I could use a change of scenery, though I’m surprised I got in. I’m feeling a bit too old for this place.”

[jimmy--sanders]

@harshwinterstorm​

“You have to talk to me sooner or later. You know that right? I’m your father.”

[allard-danbur]

@xanthe-langley​

Miller was still alive, so he hadn’t wasted his money quite yet. The arena seemed to be moving fast. Between lunch and dinner, shadows had emerged from every corner. It was so rapid, it filled the air with even more electricity. As a sponsor, he loved it. It heightened the risk and reward. “What does it feel like right now? To be an escort?”