#erusso

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@erusso

He'd been nursing his most recent beer. He was....twelve deep? Fourteen. No, ten beers, three whiskeys, and a screwball. Oh! And some champagne. He couldn't forget about the champagne. There were a few other miscellaneous drinks he'd lost track of over the hours throughout the night, but it was New Year's Eve and Charles Payne was celebrating another year down. He wasn't worried about his sobriety on such a momentous evening.

And it had all been going swimmingly until his eyes caught sight of him. The asshole who'd called his chosen kin, garbage. His jaw clenched and he sucked the remnants of his last sip from his lips as he watched him flit around with some other fancy man through the crowd as he finished off his beer. Even drunk he knew it would be his last, so he might as well enjoy it while he could.

He left the empty bottle on the bar as he pushed away from it to make his way over to make an introduction. "Hey douchebag! Heard you have a thing for trash. Well, go ahead consider me your garbage man," he called out before shoving him.

[birchrcse]

Who: @erusso When: before the tree lighting

Thankfully piglet free for a few hours while the cheerleaders gave Wilbur every celebrity experience that Carroll had to offer, Birch took the opportunity to pick up one of the extra pies from her rental and finally make her way to the gallery that had just opened it's doors. Still decked in her Christmas parade finery.

Upon seeing the flyer she'd realized the moment she'd seen the flyer that this man was the one from the cafe, and she was sure that she could win him over. He'd have to get used to small town hospitality eventually, and who better but the small-towniest of them all?

Arms hugging a glass dish (Mama always told her to gift food in glass cookware if you wanted an excuse to see that person again), the top covered by a hefty lid of a tin foil, she paused a moment as she stepped into the gallery, struck dumb by the beauty of the art.

Instantly her purpose there was forgotten as she found herself drawn to a particular piece, free hand lifting to rest a the tips of her middle fingers against her bottom lip, drowning the strange sort of nostalgic emotion she hadn't expected. It looked the way an old memory felt, and it'd be only so easy stare at it for far too long. Each painting as captivating as the next, she only got a couple in before finding herself back at the first. Her favourite.

It barely registered when someone approached her, and she spoke in a thoughtful, almost absent sort of way, lost in the painting and speaking her thoughts to the air. "It makes my heart ache... but in a real nice way." There was no other way to explain it for a woman so un-worldly.

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@erusso

[txt: elio] this russo?

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@erusso

Madison had one of Elio Russo's paintings back at her home in L.A. It was one of her favorite pieces. However, she'd never met the man, or his agent, if he had one, because her assistant had handled its procurement while she'd been filming at the time. But she had always wanted to. His talent moved her. So when her brother told her about the art gallery's new owner she made sure to mark its opening down on her calender.

She strolled through the front door, grabbing a flute of offered alcohol with a quiet thank you to the server as she headed further inside. Slowly Madison made her way through the gallery, soaking up each painting as she went. Her glass was gently rolling between her fingers as she contemplated each one's possible meaning.

"He really does put all of himself in his paintings doesn't he?" she asked the person next to her as she studied the next piece, unaware it was the artist himself. "It's really quite beautiful," she commented further before taking a sip of her drink.

[birchrcse]

🧠 Elio

Birch Rose Moodboard: The tortured artist from New York @erusso

"That is the charm'a small towns, though. Either warm hugs you ain't ask for or warm food you don't need." -Birch

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👫 Charles: Elio, and Jesse

From X

( @erusso / @angstfactory )

Charles, surprisingly probably to Jesse does not care if he is with a guy or a girl. Charles has had some many wild nights with Sada, though never doing anything himself with another man, he's not naive to what the world had to offer.

He plans on buying one of Elio's paintings just because of Jesse's interest in him, but he hasn't found one that would look good enough in the shop's office yet.

When he first figured everything out, he had Sada use her contacts to run a full background check on Elio. And not just the piddly one you can pay for off the internet to see what speeding infractions someone's got in different court systems around the country. He had her do a deep dive. Just to be sure.

Elio better watch it with kissing other people and hurting Jesse's feelings the way he is because he'll have another fight on his hands. And he better get an invite the wedding.

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Madison: Elio

From X

( @erusso )

She really doesn't know much about him other than he's an asshole. His words, not hers.

She loves his art because it makes her feel.

[autumnonheels]

Who: @erusso Where: Chiaro Gallery

"I told you that you'd end up wrapped up in this town." And she had, more or less, when they'd first reacquainted themselves at Cup Cake's. Autumn stood before one of the pieces in his galley, drinking it in until she'd seen him approaching in her peripherals. Of course she'd heard about him and Jesse, TheTea was almost inescapable in Carroll.

Part of her was jealous, that little, immature part of her that hated sharing what felt like hers. But she bit it back, swallowed it back like bile and did her best to remind herself she wasn't here for a fight.

"I need a piece for my sister. I'd be surprised if you hadn't met her yet."