#crrisptrepidation

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closed  for  @crrisptrepidation​  !

Ivanna was never a coward, never one to shy from confrontation or run from her problems. The only time you’d find her retreating was when there was imminent danger to her family, and there was back at home. New security systems could only do so much to protect the people she loved the most, but she’d already warned her children to stay far from Vegas for a while. After the heat wave, she came to realize that even the strongest of them hadn’t been immune to the wicked ways of their own people. So, all in all, being somewhere that wasn’t her own house was nice. Killer Cupcakes had been an escape for a while now, comfort found in both Nadia and Sadie’s presences whenever Ivanna hung around for bit after her own shifts. She allowed herself a moment of solace now in the closed bakery, one leg crossed over the other as her arms did the same over her chest.

“How’s business?” Small talk was never really her thing, but Ivanna didn’t mind it with the right people. With a glance towards Sadie, the female leaned forward to pick off the last piece of her own cupcake before raising a brow. “I hope the heat wave didn’t damage your assets too much.”

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closed  for  @crrisptrepidation​  !

Stopping at White Dahlia just wasn’t enough. Even after getting her hands on the heaviest sweatshirt she could find, one that now stuck to her skin because the heat should have been a little more irritating than it was in that moment, Laurel couldn’t get warm. She nearly ran out of the bakery and tea shop, muscles stiff as a board with limbs trembling from the cold the freezer had engulfed her in – a girl frosted over in a town where people were just now recovering from a heat wave. She was one of the few anomalies left in the city and, realistically, Laurel probably should have called a doctor or took a pit stop at the hospital to make sure hypothermia wasn’t in the cards for her, but she didn’t.

Instead, she found herself at Rafael’s door, arms tucked over her chest with the sweatshirt acting more like a dress than anything else in that moment because it was all she found before becoming impatient. A moment passes by and she knows on the door again, immediately recoiling at the gesture because it was so reminiscent of the same one from a few hours ago – palms and knuckles pounding against a metal door at was somehow stuck, with not a single person in sight to help her out. Still, in that moment, she considers leaving again because maybe he’d just turn her away anyway. Or maybe he wasn’t even home.

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open to:  @crrisptrepidation​​  /  marley location:  idk on the street or in a hotel lobby probably

Eyes narrowed as they locked onto a stranger that didn’t exactly seem to be much of a stranger to her, specifically. Laurel had to take a moment to make sure she wouldn’t be making a fool of herself by approaching somebody who truly hadn’t seen her face before, and she had to make sure she didn’t embarrass anybody else by putting them on the spot. If this was the girl she thought she was, though, then she knew she could find at least some comfort in knowing a familiar face for the first time in a while around Vegas.

The lack of entertainment in her life was truly getting to her now as Laurel found herself walking over to the blonde with only a slight bit of a pep in her step – she’d know that face anywhere. “Annie?” A name that Marley didn’t go by anymore, of course, but the only name Laurel had ever known her as. “Are you kidding me?” Said with a smile plastered across her lips, the actress nearly applauded herself for recognizing such an old friend. “When the hell did you get to Vegas and why didn’t I know you were here?” Don’t get her wrong – they weren’t absolute best friends. They weren’t even that close, but Marley was as close to normal as she got to feel in a long time a while ago. Maybe having her around would make the healing process far less strenuous and maybe even more fun.