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[laurentvbrodaire]

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“Well, if we’re being frank,” Laurent spoke into his bluetooth as he pushed open the pristine glass doors that led into Gusto Del Paradiso, glancing around as the intoxicating aroma of freshly ground coffee and espresso wafted to his nostrils. “Thriller is a far superior song. Billie Jean is catchy, but it’s just missing something.” He paused, motioning with his hand at someone nearby, a smile broadening across his face.

“Excuse me, help settle a debate! You’re stuck in a room and can only listen to Thriller or Billie Jean for the next 24 hours. Pick your poison.”

[frndlygiant]

·  ·  ·   cheers and laughing can be heard inside the pub as blood was spat onto the floor. a towering figure stuck out like a sore thumb within the building. people forming a circle as this fiery giant delivered punches to his opponent. the fight had began like any other one. someone had said something the other didn’t like, a warning, and then a fist.

whoever had thrown the first hit didn’t matter. at least in philip mullen’s book. whether you started the fight or egged it on, you always finished it. of course his competitive nature always pushed him to be the winner. and tonight was no exception. delivering one last hit, the poor man crashed to the floor unconscious. cheers echoed throughout the bar as philip made his way towards the bar, ordering another shot.

                  ❝ anyone else up for a go?! ❞ he jested.

[blocdwlf]

·  ·  ·   a static clicking followed by humming can be heard as a streetlight flickers overhead. distant cheers and laughing can be heard around the corner. a petite form can be seen staring up into the faint glow. despite it’s lack of radiance, moths seem to hover overhead tempted by it’s brightness nevertheless. for the past hour or so, elsie had smoked her way through half a’ pack, her small frame casually leaning on the side of her car. the plan was to head out for a couple of drinks but even then, she couldn’t bring herself to step foot even around the corner and face the small crowd of people. her eyes were red from lack of sleep. her mind working it’s way around the past few weeks to her current situation. sleep had been the last thing on her mind.

with one final puff, she threw the cigarette down and walked around the corner. the bitter taste of whiskey was too tempting in that moment. however she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she barely had enough time to register someone approaching.

           ❝ might want to watch where you’re going… ❞

[gabrielvbeaumont]

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Gabriel sat at a local bookshop nestled in the Upper East Side, a warm coffee sat on a small glass saucer next to him, curls of steam rising above the beverage as he allowed his drink to cool. He sat with one leg tucked over the other, leafing through A Gentleman in Moscow when he felt a shadow cross over him.

“You know,” he began softly, flipping the page and tilting his head slightly, not bothering to look up. “It is quite rude to interrupt.”

[christianvbennet]

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“Oh, excuse me!” Christian called out, shouldering his way past a small throng of people gathered outside the front of Sunny Maria’s Cafe and Bakery to make his way inside. It was his day off, and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, Christian was looking forward to setting up shop with his laptop, tattered notebook, and perhaps a pastry and cup of coffee in the middle of the quaint corner cafe.

“Too much to choose,” he murmured, almost to himself as he glanced at the glass display case full of glistening pastries and sweets. He tapped on the shoulder of someone beside him, gesturing to the aforementioned case. “So sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have any recommendations?”

[ocean-eyeslnrp]

The party she had just left had been more than a delight and definitely one that would help business with the people she employed in tow. They all stumbled out of the establishment laughing and enjoying themselves in the late city night air, the smile unable to wipe away from her face even as they all seemed to block the street and someone’s path. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Let us just move on out of your way.” She chuckled, “unless you’ve come our way on purpose?” Her brow raised playfully as the others giggled. “We’re heading back to the house if you would like to join us?”

[phospheens-blog]

                    SHE    TAKES   A  MOMENT    /     BREATHES.      takes in the environment that she's at currently,    all  too unfamiliar to her.   people all around talking   -   socializing,   some grim,   some pretty and there's not denying that most of them hold themselves very gracious   &   charming.  for the kind of work she does,  one would think that she would be used to people or all kinds but this, was just a tad bit out of her zone.   the few portraits hanging, the decoration and the soft music in the background;   as a whole it was a long room too, and every way capacious.

boney hands tremble as she pats her dress down in an attempt to  get rid of any wrinkles that may show.    she's come to the gala on behalf of her chief,  and though she knows how to behave in such events there's still s hint of nervousness when it comes to it        ‘  is it really that obvious?  ’       she finally manages to muster,  at no one in particular but to herself

[claireortega]

“Hey -- hey!” Claire hurried across the street just as the light turned. She only paused a moment to yell a string of curse words at a middle aged taxi driver who hollered out the window at her, flipping him her middle finger before she continued on what most would describe as a war path. Stupid -- she’d been stupid the other night, letting herself get so completely shit faced that she’d had to be carted off by... She didn’t even want to think about it. Claire hadn’t been able to handle her alcohol since she graduated college, yet she’d said screw it and downed more cocktails than she’d cared to admit. She’d been there to get a story. Not vent out her alcohol induced rage on that poor lumberjack of a bartender.

“You were at the Golighty Gala, right?” Claire questioned earnestly, rounding the person so that she was half in their way. “Can I ask you a few things?”