closed: @fuck3rs who: lux laurie, she/her, 27, socialite/heiress/model
lux couldn't even remember the last time she'd actually been in a grocery store— why shop for yourself when you could pay someone else to shop for you? hell, she'd once paid someone to chew her food for her, just to show that she could. she didn't eat it, of course, but it sure was a hoot watching the poor bastard chew each bite exactly thirty three times as per her instruction, then spit it back onto the plate. she'd made him eat the whole meal like that, then paid him another hundred dollars to eat the pile of mush he'd left behind. just stepping foot into the overly air conditioned store made her gut churn, but lux was in desperate need of aspirin, and her assistant wasn't responding to her fucking texts. the whir of the fluorescents felt like an icepick driven straight into her forehead, everything about the environment only grating on her nerves, and that was before she felt the weight of a stranger's gaze weighing her down. a sheet of platinum blonde hair almost whipped him in the face as she whirled around to see who dared to inconvenience her during what was already a traumatic experience, her deceptively warm brown eyes narrowing in an icy glare. "it's not polite to stare, you know."
