#lottie1

[leech-indie]

location: Little Dove Diner for @lottiebecker

Bash had a few haunts around town and The Diner was one of them. It was kind of everybody’s haunt, really, and since nowhere sold authentic Mexican food around here it was as good a place as any to eat. He could cook, enough to keep himself alive, anyway, but he’d rather just eat somewhere where someone had already done the cooking. The Diner was usually that place, even though sometimes it was crawling with Prims (of which he realised he was now one though he still couldn’t think of himself that way). If he kept his head down and sat at his corner table where he could easily see all windows, entrances, and exits then it was usually fine. 

When he walked in on this particular day, however, someone was sitting at his table. It didn’t have his name on it or anything but he was there frequently enough that he sat at the same spot and didn’t want to deviate. What’s worse, as he got closer, Bash realised that it was fucking Ash Becker’s sister that was sitting at his table. Jaw set, he stopped beside the table and looked down at her, arms crossed. “That’s my table.” 

[missfoxymelissa-blog]

@ohlottiedarling

Finn had informed Melissa over breakfast which was just gross that she had to do girl on girl for a Guest to watch (only he worded in a much more Finn way) with someone she didn’t know that well yet. Someone named Lottie. She wasn’t great with women, she liked being with them but her confidence came from dicks. She knew exactly what to do with them, she was still learning about what women liked. She’d invited Lottie over so they could figure out a game plan and now she was standing in her kitchen getting juice for someone she didn’t know about to talk about how they were going to have sex in front of someone they didn’t know. Her life wasn’t boring at least. She smirked at the thought of Vic watching her with another woman. Maybe he’d help her get through this without realizing it. She turned back around and walked the glass over to Lottie. “I know this whole thing is kinda weird but thanks for coming over,” she offered before she sat down on her couch next to Lottie. She handed her the glass before she sat back into the couch.

[jfcgeorgeshelley-blog]

Through The Dark || George and Lottie

George knocks at the door lightly, pulling his beanie tighter over his ears and wiggling his toes in his shoes. He feels bad for Lottie, with the hate she has received and the bad luck that seemingly follows her around. He wonders why people can't seem to leave her alone, and since she has taken another spiral downward he thinks that it would be good to stop in and check on her.

[taleofthebottomlessblue]

~A Little Bit of a Fix~ ((Lottie))

                      "Yeah I'm walking to my car right now, love." Eric informed Ariel, pressing the phone closer to his ear. Sometimes these crowded sidewalks could get so boisterous. He could barely hear Ariel! "I'm sorry love, say that again?" Eric asked, weaving his way in between the crowds. Nodding his head, he closed his eyes in slight aggravation. "Don't worry Ariel. I'll drive home safely." he assured his distressed wife.

                        His pale blue orbs glanced to the side, where a sea of cars were parallel parked by the curb. Seeing a flash of orange right ahead of him, he picked up his casual pace. Cutting away from the hustling sidewalk, he transferred his phone to his left hand while the other dug for his keys. "Ariel, it's fine!" he stated, his voice heightening some. He wished Ariel would believe him. he's been driving through these streets ever since he was a teenager. Nothing new has changed over the years. Why was she suddenly so riled up about driving? Standing in front of the the driver's seat, he fumbled around with the set of keys with one hand. Rolling his eyes, he agreed in a monotone voice, "Yes, Ariel. I'll be home in time."

                      A distraught, high pitched voice rang next to him. Eric whirled his head in that particular direction. A strawberry blonde woman stood frantically by her hot pink convertible. Smoke slithered out from the hood. Car trouble. And it looks like she isn't taking this too well. Peopled eyed the jittery girl, but obviously couldn't find the time to ask her what the issue was. Well, it was up to Eric. "I gotta go, Ariel. I'll be home in a few. love you." Hearing her recite 'love you', Eric clicked the end button and strode over to the blonde woman. "Excuse me?" he called, a friendly smile gracing his lips. "What seems to be the problem?" 

[the-lucky-rabbit]

Down In New Orleans | Charlotte and Oswald

New Orleans. Land of Jazz and good music. At least that was what Oswald always heard about. That would be interesting to see, he thought one day. Of course that he couldn't let his kids alone so he asked Animatronic Daisy, Donald and Goofy to take care of them. He would ask Paulie, the owner of the ice cream parlor, to keep an eye on them, but he knew that Ortensia would kill him for that.

So there he was, the land of the Jazz. He was walking around the street, paying attention on the stores and the music. Obvioulsy he wouldn't see no one coming until he run into them. He saw the blonde girl that he had ran into. She was all dressed in pink. Odd. "Sorry miss." He said. to her.

[jessiethedementedcowgirl-blog]

Belles and Brawls || Jessie and Lottie

Normally, Jessie wouldn’t be inside. She hated the indoors, felt as though the walls were pressing in on her. But what the cowgirl hated even more was the rain. Her dark eyes watched the lashings of raindrops fall from the dull grey sky with loathing. She wasn’t made for this kind of life, the kind with lazy mornings in bed, little work to do and no heat to warm her skin. She was a country girl, a working girl. Conduct disorder or no, that shouldn’t change.

But, not matter how hard Jessie mentally threatened the weather, it wouldn’t change and the cowgirl found herself walking aimlessly throughout the halls of the asylum, trying to not look too closely at the walls. On a dark and unforgiving day like this, the walls seemed to stretch before her, reaching out to cage her in. It made her pulse spike and her nails dig into the inside of her palms. It was like a building of a storm to her, those familiar little feelings, habits. The first signs that a part of her would raise its snarling head.

She hadn’t really paid any attention to her surroundings, more so lost in her own inner battle when she collided with another form. “Fuckin’ watch it,” She snapped, her small stature already glaring up at her offender. But of course, whatever divine being that existed truly hated Jessie for her to be, of all days, staring up into the wide southern belle eyes of Charlotte. In a lot of ways, she reminded Jessie of Melissa – all blonde and leggy, only, Melissa had been about as nice as Jessie. “Oh,” Jessie said without much emotion. “It’s you.” The sight of the girl alone was enough to fester away at Jessie – the girl being all things Jessie wasn’t. Who could compete with a girl with legs up to her armpits?

I didn’t know you were in the running, cowgirl…It was true. Jessie had broken things off with Buzz, not the other way around. It was she who despised the idea of anyone thinking that she was the bitter ex-girlfriend. She didn’t want things to change between her and Buzz, didn’t want to try and salvage the remains. It was easier to get by hating him and he hating her. She was the country hick and he the hotshot astronaut. Fairytales wouldn’t even believe in it. And despite everything, the sight of the girl alone made a strange feeling well up in Jessie.

Jealousy.

It had been a while, but Jessie knew the feeling well. Knew how to work with it. Felling her lips curl into a familiar snarl, Jessie arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Still lookin’ for those mental princes, Doll? Or, don’t they want you either?”