#suede doherty

[trevhanson-blog1]

@suededvherty

He knew he was at the right house when he saw the powder blue car sitting in the drive. Trev cracked a grin at the restored classic, and before shooting off a text to the blonde inside to let her know that he was there, he revved the engine. The blinds cracked and even behind the tint of the Merc, he could feel the heat of the glare from who he assumed were her parents. Trev didn’t mind being the all encompassing source of parental hatred, and as Suede came bounding out of the home and to the passenger side of his car, he grinned widely. “Thought it’d be a good idea to give that piece o’scrap of yours a chance to rest and recharge.” He turned the dial to lower his music, making it easier to chat. “You like lobster? Kas and I discovered this place outta town, the calamari is bomb too.”

[trevhanson-blog1]

@suededvherty

Of course, Ari had abandoned his date. Trev had seen him a few minutes prior, leaning against a column to chat up a brunette in a skin-tight purple dress— earning him a scathing look (that had been ignored) as he passed, looking now for Suede. Long legs made their rounds through the party with ease, and when he finally caught sight of her, dripping in metallics and florals. Trev flagged down a waiter, fetching two glasses of wine before he made his way over, smiling at the older couple whom she was chatting with. “Hi,” he said politely, holding the glass out to Suede, “For you. Great party. Can I steal you for a bit?”

[nadiateymouri]

@suededvherty

Training Smoothie to sit still when she rode a bike hadn’t been a challenge, but training the cat to not hop out every time someone reached over to stroke her long fur was something that Nadia hadn’t quite mastered yet. The little beast sat contently in the wicker frame, clipped in with her harness as Nadia pedalled through the streets of Hidden Palms. It was kind of nice, not having a license. She lacked an autonomy that most people her age had, but she was awarded the opportunity to explore on two feet (or two wheels). She stopped at the park, letting down the cat as she rolled the bike along with her. A blonde paused, eying the two of them and Nadia smiled, stopping. There was some merit to studies that said having pets made introverts more social, she always liked showing off Smoothie. “Do you want to pet her? She’s friendly.”