#gardenssofbabylon

[shark-plots]

Closed starter for @gardenssofbabylon (for Meadow or Luna or whoever you think fits!)

The floor was packed with people. Anyone who said black didn’t come in all different shades was remiss-- the crowd head to toe in all different shades of dark. Anzu was elated, finally at her first punk show that wasn’t in someone garage or basement. The show hadn’t started proper yet but music was blaring through the speakers though it did little to sway the crowd. Figuring she might as well do some people watching, Anzu made her way to the bar at the back of the venue. Newly twenty-one she ordered the only thing she knew they would have. “A shot of vodka.” The bartender nodded and started pouring. In a split second Anzu made eye contact with a woman. High off the energy she announced to the bartender, “actually, make that two shots.” Without hesitation the bartender poured another shot and set them down in front of Anzu. She handed one of the shots off to the woman. “Cheers,” she said, then downed the shot, her lips curling as her mouth and throat burned. Even her eyes burned a little but she tried to hide that-- especially from the woman.

[ycurewelcome]

@gardenssofbabylon​ liked for a starter.

It probably wasn’t her usual scene. But Alfie liked to explore. He liked to experience things and people and places that he may or may not be entirely comfortable with. And, naturally, Alfie assumed everyone else liked the same shit that he did.

Someone should definitely correct him on that one day.

The door was swung opening and they were immediately welcomed by low bass, dim mood lighting and a lingerie-clad woman dancing on a stage. Only, not the stage that Sasha was accustomed too.

It was a strip club. Small. Intimate (as intimate as a strip joint could be, anyway). It wasn’t what he’d call busy but there were various patrons busying themselves with... whatever they wanted, truly. Alfie first came here with a few clients. Business was a lot easier when lubricated with good booze and beautiful women. Just a fact of life. 

“Just give it a chance.” He asked her, using the loud music as an excuse to get closer to her. Alfie placed his hand on the small of her back. The feeling could be confused with apprehension. And maybe he was confusing it with such. That would change. “Trust me. Some of dancers? I’m sure you’ll be able to appreciate.” Was he appealing to the dancer in her? Abso-fucking-lutely. He wasn’t above exploiting personal information he was privy too.

[kiingdomforakiss]

@gardenssofbabylon​ || based on [ x ]

There was something about them that made Jarrett’s heart race. The way that they glanced up at him would almost make him die. It was like he was already in love, but there was no way that was possible, he hardly knew the other. So as he was working through his paperwork from his latest case, he soon locked eyes with the other and was soon trying to focus back in on the folder but there was something that flashed before his eyes. It seemed like a memory that he never had but they were there. They were laughing at something he had said, and they were old, much older. “So, um, what are you doing here so late?” He asked, looking up from the folder.

[puniishers]

@gardenssofbabylon​

“if it’s all in my head tell me now, tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow.“

[kiissme]

          They’ve been at it for hours. And not the kind of at it that he was usually accustomed to ignoring and putting on the noise cancelling headphones for and trying not to think of his roommate’s girlfriend and the moans that broke through the walls and into his ears. Into his head. Conjuring up mental images that he by all accounts shouldn’t. Lucas wasn’t the greatest roommate, and by all means was lesser in terms of a friend. But Keith was pretty sure it was against all of the bro code to fantasize about your friend’s girlfriend like that. But at the moment, instead of moans, he only heard curses, shouted within the living room that the two men and sometimes the younger redhead shared. He stood there, in the middle of his bedroom, letting the instant messages of his sister stay there unanswered as the yelling grew intense, though a quirk of a smile came when it was her voice that reigned over his with a point that had left Lucas stupefied, a bit of pride swelling up within him. Sasha was a spirited woman, he found, a petite little ballerina with more passion and fire than he had seen in a long time. Maybe he had a type. Brows furrowed as he found himself moving closer to the door, before this point all he had heard was screaming, but it wasn’t until then, right now, he knew the reason why. Grimacing as he stared at the door, half tempted to bust in there and completely rip him a new one. Cheating, on a girl like her, as if Lucas could ever hope to get someone on Sasha’s level like that — though apparently that didn’t stop him. Such a weak, weasel faced fucker he was. Releasing a soft sigh, he pocketed his hands that had notably turned into fists, knowing he couldn’t quite do anything at the moment. Sasha wasn’t his girl, even if Lucas never really deserved her. Not that Keith did, he wasn’t as vain as....well, her boyfriend. He had to wait, wait until he heard the footsteps and the slamming of the door. He was pretty sure it was Lucas, making him take a deep breath and reached for the handle and turning it to open the door, pushing it open and he saw her there. He tried to ignore the quickening of his heart, of the feelings that always brewed beneath the surface or sadness of seeing her in such a state, he wasn’t sure. Walking toward her, he let out a deep breath. “...well, for the record... “ He started, blue eyes looking at her, he offered a smile. “He’s a complete, utter, spineless, poor excuse of a man and completely wrong and I am one hundred percent on your side, what an arsehole. Want me to beat him up? I will. He owes me for last month’s rent, anyway, I could steal the money back, he’d deserve that and so much more, but that’s where I’m willin’ to start.” He hoped that would bring some semblance of a smile, that’d be enough. “Want a drink?”

want a drink, @gardenssofbabylon​? for sasha. BASED ON.

[mctteldolls]

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george smiled as he walked into the room sheepishly, “oh my bad. i was told i wasn’t sharing a room with anyone.” he nodded his head as he held his suitcase close to his feet, “i can go talk to someone about this.”