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“this might sound like i’m some hollywood creep, but god, you have great cheekbones. i’ve got to get you on film sometime.”
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“this might sound like i’m some hollywood creep, but god, you have great cheekbones. i’ve got to get you on film sometime.”
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“— ‘m just here for the free beer, honestly,” jesse shrugs, more flustered by the jostling bodies than he’s willing to let on. “planning to bounce the moment it looks like they’re running low.”
without a doubt has this been the most disastrous double date she's ever had the displeasure of being on. her date had been fine — average, but polite and kind. it was the person she was sitting across who'd been the problem, and the fact that they weren't alone. her eyes narrow throughout the night, a glass more of wine than she'd usually have and bearing a fake smile before excusing herself to the ladies room. for a breather more than anything, fixing her makeup before exiting and bracing herself for the rest of the night. instead, she runs right into the one face she doesn't want to see. "oh great ... it's you," she lets out, running a hand through the hair she'd just fixed. "having fun?" tone brims with sarcasm, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall. / @sunbecms
◞ 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 ◝ @sunbecms ⧽ inspo
❝ i'm sick of pretending that what we do is friendly. ❞ it was more of a statement than a confession. wayne was a busy man, and he didn't have time for the back and forth bullshit where they pretended that they were just friends. he wanted to define whatever this was.
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“oh, are you hiiiiiding?” juliette singsongs when she catches her intended audience tucked away from the revelry, lithe hand proffering forward a flute of champagne. “c’mon, you have to socialize with me a little bit before we plot our escape.”
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“hey, lenny’s gonna kick your asses if he catches you guys cheating the skeeball machines again,” duffy calls out to the gaggle of teenagers, already catching on to their usual bullshit. the worst part? duffy’s not even getting paid to deal with their shit, he just considers the arcade home. god, he can never say that out loud. he turns back to the original conversation with a wary smile, “sorry, shit, what were we talking about again?”