#gldenhrs

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&   .      closed   for   ur choice   (   @gldenhrs  ).

as   adamant   as   he’d   be   not   to   admit   it   ,   kels   loved   the   mingling   that   came   with   a   party   .   there   were   many   other   perks   ,   but   none   that   he   could   say   to   the   press   without   giving   the   true   reason   for   his   sabbatical   away   .   he   liked   the   close   proximity   ,   mid - conversation   when   he   realizes   there’s   someone   behind   him   –   a   step   back   taken   long   before   this   realization   comes   to   hit   him   .   “   shit   ,   i’m   sorry   .   i   didn’t   …   are   you   good   ?   ”

[halfault]

&   .      closed   for   ur choice   (   @gldenhrs  ).

“   well   ,   this   thing   blows.   ”   karina   decides   ,   in   that   moment   ,   that   she’d   had   enough   of   this   stupid   dinner   she’d   been   mandated   to   attend   .   the   whisper   was   meant   for   the   person   beside   her   ,   body   already   lifting   from   the   seat   as   she   gestured   towards   the   door   .   “   you   coming   ?   ”

[rxscss]

closed starter for : @gldenhrs​ {alana}

location : a gathering in a beverly hills estate

often one to wander away from the party, especially when it was one she didn’t want to be at, felicity found herself wandering through the dark halls of the rest of the lavish beverly hills estate. was this party for a director? a charity organization? a fashion designer? she couldn’t tell you. all she knew was that her agent told her to show up, pretend to know what’s going on and do her best to pretend she wasn’t drunk, or high, or both. and if she was going to be subjected to it, she was going to have her own fun. coming across a locked door, curiosity gets the best of her as she pulls a bobby pin from her hair, bending it open to slide into the key slot of the door, fidgeting it around with it for a bit before she heard a click and made her way inside, eye immediately falling on a bar cart full of expensive liquor. “bingo.” she mumbled to herself with a grin, closing the door behind her before making her way over and pouring herself a glass. however, only a few moments later, door opens, causing her to jump slightly as she turned around - eyes falling on none other than alana bishop. between breaking her brother’s heart and whatever the drama was with her and ford, it was safe to assume that the blonde wasn’t her biggest fan. but truthfully, felicity never held any animosity towards her. “fun fact.” she said, breaking the ice. “the owner’s completely watering down all the alcohol out there and hiding all the good stuff in here, so much for host with the most, am i right?” she said, lifting the bottle as she held it out to her, gesturing for her to take some.

[rxscss]

closed starter for : @gldenhrs​ {alana}

location : a dance studio in los angeles

she had more than she was willing to admit going on in her head right now, but everything was out of her control. what she could control though? was her own destiny. she was trying to take her life back, hiding in the shadows for eleven years doing no good for her other than keeping her frozen in time, like she was twenty six still and fresh out of rehab. but it was time for her to grow and evolve. and that meant putting herself out there again. album release was the first step and after how well it’s done, her team was suggesting a north american tour. something she didn’t even know if she was capable of anymore, but she had to at least try. after shooting a text to alana and agreeing to meet up in the dance studio, she made her way inside, offering the blonde a warm smile as she adjusted her gym bag on her shoulder. “hi sweetie.” she said, placing it down on the floor as she padded into the middle of the room. “i know you probably think i’m nuts, but i haven’t danced in like, eleven years. and i could seriously use some help in getting back into it, if i even still got it.”

[rxscss]

closed starter for : @gldenhrs​ {lena}

location : a nightclub in los angeles

another night, another club, it was nothing new for phoneix. after his set was complete, he made his way to the reserved v.i.p area that was packed with his closest friends and whatever girls they had managed to pick up that night, but none of them were interesting enough for him. sat in the booth, eyes scanning the crowd, he couldn’t help the cheshire cat like grin that spread across his features when he spotted her. abandoning whatever conversation he was in instantly, he pushed through the crowd, ‘accidentally’ knocking into the dark haired beauty. “my bad.” he said, turning to look down at her. “damn, baby.” he said with a low laugh. “you know, i could watch you shake salads and talk shit in the kitchen with your sisters on tv all day, but the cameras definitely don’t do you justice whatsoever.” he said, looking down at her with a lick of his lips.