#notaviibe

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                               SHE DIDN’T mind not talking about the project. silas was a very handsome man, which was why aileen was all-too willing to talk about whatever he wanted tonight. sure her end goal was to get casted, but she would be happy to spend more time with the older man. “thank you,” she beamed. she didn’t have connections in the industry, so it was tough. but she will make it happen one way or another. “casual sounds good... sir,” she replied, keeping her smile as she looked at him over the rim of her glass. “so what do you normally do on nights like this? when you want to be casual and not work?” she asked, angling her body so she was facing him. 

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It was quite an odd experience, hanging around at the club out of hours and seeing it like this, empty and quiet. The exact opposite of the atmosphere Quinn usually experienced when working here. He never really grasped how big the venue was, with how crowded the dancefloors usually were, the blonde always shedding his clothes on stage for a hollering crowd or giving some guy a lap dance for tips. Right now though, the place was closed - or rather, not yet open. It was the afternoon, even though of course that was hard to tell in a club like this, where windows couldn’t really be found except in the backrooms and maybe the bathroom. In here, there was no day or night - just the same nightclub lighting, only without the guests. It felt... intimate, in a weirdly different way than usual.

Quinn had instructed Shane to come meet him here, letting the other know the doors were unlocked and he could come right in, as they would have the VIP area - well, technically the whole club - to themselves. Quinn had spotted the other in the crowd one night, noticing not just Shane’s stunning looks but also how he watched the show with what felt different than the usual hungry gawkers. There seemed to be... genuine interest, or so the dancer wanted to believe. Long story short, he’d talked a complete stranger to try out for a job here, and in turn was put in charge of making sure Shane would be equipped with the moves he needed to make the dollar bills come flying. Honestly, he was quite excited for this. Wearing what was somewhere between his usual stripper getup and a more functional dancing outfit, Quinn warmed up by climbing up to one of the little podiums where go-go boys would dance on the pole, moving his body to the music he’d turned on beforehand, rolling his hips and grinning as he grinded against the pole as if it was a man he was trying to turn on, but tease a bit for now.

[filllthecrown]

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“Avi? You home.” It was a silly question because his bike was in the driveway so duh. But there was also the chance that he could be entertaining someone and after the last time with Crystal, she had learned her lesson and announced herself at the door, every time. Pocketing her copy of his key, she was happy to find him in the living room, a rare moment of him relaxing. “I’m glad I caught you,” she said as she joined him on the couch, tucking one leg beneath her. It wasn’t uncommon to find him on his way out, so she was capitalizing on this rare moment of him sitting still alone. “So something major just happened and I wanted to tell you first because I didn’t want you to hear through some gossip or whatever.” Pausing for dramatic effect, she held up her left hand and the modest ring now sitting on her ring finger. “Zack proposed! And I said yes!” The latter was obvious but she had found she liked saying it. “You’re literally the first person I’ve told. I haven’t even called my mom.” After a moment, she added on, “Please don’t tell her I told you first because then she’ll yell at me and I don’t want anything ruining my high right now.” Smiling, she looked at her finger admiringly. It was cliché but she now knew why all the brides in movies and TV shows did it.

[sweetcstfantasy]

@notaviibe​ || Catalina & Malcolm

For all her DAD knew, Catalina was curled up in bed sleeping. Safe and sound in her own home, but in reality? The music pounded above her head, as the dark haired girl made her way through an overly CROWDED club. It wouldn’t be so BAD, except she had snuck out against his wishes, and due to this, she wasn’t SURROUNDED by her USUAL GROUP of body guards. A girl had to have a LITTLE fun after all, and what he didn’t know WOULDN’T hurt him. She’d be back in bed before he ever FOUND out she left. Or at least that was her GOAL if everything went according to her plan. But within MINUTES it seemed the night was already off the rails, as she spotted a FAMILAR face up against the bar. And he wasn’t alone - FUCK. Malcolm. The ex that she could NOT get rid of. Obviously it was by CHANCE they were both here tonight, but that always ended up being the case, didn’t it? This time HOWEVER, some girl was cozied up to him and laughing at some stupid joke he no doubt just said. For a moment all she could do was WATCH, and then her blood boiled over and in a blink of an eye she was standing merely a foot in front of them. What was her plan here? Cat didn’t have one. And so without thinking, she smiled up at him almost LOVINGLY and without hesitation she slipped in between him and the BITCH that had the audacity. ❝Hey MALLY. Haven’t seen YOU in a hot minute. You look GOOD.❞

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Finally. The whole apartment to herself. Brooke wasn’t sure if it’s been this quiet since she moved in. Ever since Patrick’s friend had taken over part of the lease, she’d been craving some uninterrupted alone time. Not that he was a bad roommate, Brooke would have just preferred to have some space. Especially after a break-up. The only problem was, she couldn’t afford it. Not with rent prices skyrocketing in the city, especially in apartments close to campus. So she had to suck it up for the time being. Preparing to have a long night of pampering herself, Brooke gathered a handful of things from her bedroom to set up shop in the bathroom. Candles, essential oils, bath bombs, body butters and a cheap bottle of wine surrounded the clawfoot bathtub, setting the mood for a relaxing night in. After stripping out of her clothes, Brooke let out a frustrated sigh. She forgot her fucking bluetooth speaker. Not bothering to redress since she was only going down the hall into her room, Brooke opened the bathroom door and began to retrace her steps. Only a few paces out into the hall and movement from the living room caught her eye, forcing her to stop dead in her tracks, momentarily forgetting that she was completely naked. “Noah!” The blonde shrieked, yanking open the door that was closest and ducking inside. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t her bedroom that she was taking refuge in. It was Noah’s. Hiding behind the door, only opening it a crack, Brooke peered out into the other room. “Why are you here? You’re not supposed to be here.”

[assfcrdays]

📸: Michael for Charlie

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Like a scene from a movie, a group of girls were crowded around a weathered picnic table watching a certain someone very intently. “Do you think that’s him?” Rory asked, letting her sunglasses fall down the bridge of her nose to get a better look. They were supposed to be assisting with all the check-ins but this was much more important. A few weeks ago, all the counselors had received emails that there was a new camp director and were given a name but not a picture. The guy who was currently talking to one of the other leads sure did look like someone who would be in the top position but there were doubts because he was so hot. Popping up, she decided to take matters into her own hands and decided to get her question answered from the source. There were noises from behind her and she moved her hands behind her body to shush them as she walked up to the two guys, moving her glasses to rest on her head. “Hey, Luke,” she said, nodding towards him before turning her attention to the hottie. “Hi. I’m Rory.” She looked down at her shirt, a worn-out camp one she’s had since she was about seventeen. “Camp counselor.” Did she want them both to look at her chest? Maybe. But she was pointing out the obvious. “What’s your name?”

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"why are you covering up? i've already seen everything.” Lorelei teased, letting the makeup artist finish up her lips before tilting her chin toward the door, a signal to let them know they could go and leave her to last night’s fun. as soon as they were alone, she stood from her seat, walking over toward the bed, grabbing the other’s shirt and tossing it over. 

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