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[jimmy-ocallahan-blog]

Jimmy gulped a bit as he tossed open the door to Bubby’s in Tribeca. It was a morning he’d been slightly dreading since Xyla had announced that her two sisters would be in town for almost a week, requiring activities and chaperoning to entertain them. He’d met Quinn, her younger sister in Chicago the month before, but he’d been warned the combination of the two--or the combination of the three, to be honest--was going to be a whole new scenario, one that he should be prepared for. 

He’d gotten in at 3AM that morning from Western Canada, and certainly was not in the peak mood or state of consciousness that was necessary for this kind of thing. He’d need coffee, lots of it, if he was even going to attempt this. 

Taking a quiet table in the back, Jim checked the time on his phone. He hadn’t slept more than 6 hours and yet, somehow managed to be on time. Xyla and her sisters were just coming from Queens and were already 5 minutes late. Figures, he thought, chugging the black coffee in front of him. This might be my last few moments without a hostile line of questioning, I might as well enjoy them while I can.

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[kevin-connolly-blog]

Text | Xyla 🌶

Kevin: I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

Kevin: Since Viv and I went out in public that ONE TIME, I have been followed by cameras just short of CONSTANTLY.

Kevin: This guy's been with me for 10 blocks shouting in my face and setting off his flash every two seconds.

Kevin: I need someone to complain to that's not Viv. She'd get really hung up on it and feel bad, but it's not her fault and I don't want that 😔

Kevin: UGHHHHHHHHHH

[jimmy-ocallahan-blog]

Text | Xyla 💋

Jimmy: Are you on your way?

Jimmy: Can't wait to see you.

Jimmy: You're gonna love Casino Night. I have to do interviews and deal and stuff, but I think it's right up your alley.

[jimmy-ocallahan-blog]

The strong smell of the ocean wafted onto the deck of Bellecour, a Hyannisport staple serving only the best lobster and wine on the cape. It was Memorial Day weekend, the first official days of summer, and Jimmy had been itching to come home with Xyla for weeks to experience it. For Jim, nothing quite encapsulated summer like a trip to the Cape, and this weekend had been a perfect re-introduction. The weather had been beautiful, along with the water and their stay at one of the most exclusive ocean-side resorts in the area. He was so thankful they could experience it together, a weekend of fun and sex and good food, and in truth, he’d been feeling as though things had been changing, getting more and more serious as the weeks went on, and he’d been wanting to make their relationship even more official. Now seemed like the perfect night.

“The lobster’s the best, right? I swear, there’s nothing better,” Jimmy beamed, rubbing his foot against Xy’s under the table. He’d probably had too much wine, but there wasn’t a better time to do that than vacation, right? “Are you gonna get another glass of wine? Because if you are, I am,” he laughed, taking her hand lovingly and kissing it in the most cheesy manner possible. “I’m so glad you’re here, you know that? This place is like a second home to me, and it means the world to have you here.”

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[jimmy-ocallahan-blog]

Text | Xy ❤️

Jimmy: I know it's 11:30, but can you take your lunch break early today?

Jimmy: I miss you.

[jimmy-ocallahan-blog]

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@jimmyocallahan26: Don’t tell his mom, but I think Butters likes my place better than hers.

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[louisawilson]

Louisa checked her watch anxiously, counting down the minutes until Xyla joined her in her booth at Pietro Nolita. It had been weeks since the two had spent any good time together, Xy because of work and Lou because classes were somehow already starting again, so they managed to set aside a few hours for brunch and a stroll through the many boutiques of SoHo on an early Saturday morning. 

Louisa was early, as per usual, but impatient as ever, needing to pass on her most recent relationship news to someone who would not only care, but eat it up and ask for more details. She was seeing a new guy. A hot guy. A beautiful guy. He was funny, and sweet, and built like a Greek God. Oh, and he played for the fucking New York Yankees too.

Glancing down at her phone, Lou sent off a quick text to Xy before reading through the menu again. If patience was a virtue, it was definitely something Louisa lacked.

[9:12AM] OMG HURRY UP XY, I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING

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[kevin-connolly-blog]

“So, you wear the same shoes as other people, like bowling? Do men do this a lot? Are they going to have size 16s?” Kevin wondered aloud as he and Xyla got off the subway at 28th Street in NoMad.

To say Kevin was a tad bit apprehensive about agreeing to take a Soulcycle class with Xyla was a little bit of an understatement. He was a professional athlete and all, he loved to work out, but the idea of spinning while an instructor yelled new age philosophy at him wasn’t exactly--thrilling? He liked workout classes from time to time, he even did yoga once and while, but this... this just seemed like a lot.

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite friend’s favorite friend or I wouldn’t be volunteering for this. I hope you know that, Xy,” he teased, nudging her as the studio came into view. “Though, I have a feeling you’re going to teach me a thing or two.”

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