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@thecharlesdrake
richie holloway ↠ group text
charles: you aren't kidding and you know it
charles: what are you thinking design-wise?
richie: shhh don't say anything. no one can know that i cry
richie: honestly not sure yet. maybe something geometric? i don't do enough of those
charles: it's can be cute sometimes is all i'm saying. chicks dig it
charles: oh YES give me some geometric bird or flower or literally anything i'm not picky
charles: & i trust your judgment
irislexington:
that’s your fathers secret, not yours. and i know you’re interesting enough to have your own, or we wouldn’t even be having a conversation in and of itself. so don’t worry, charles - one day i’ll get to the bottom of it, and until then you can just keep hiding your secrets from me.
how ‘bout this - the day you tell me your secrets is the day i tell you mine. you’re right that we all have our own. mine is mostly my father, which is already public enough, but i’ve got other stuff i could probably tell you. everyone has a price, and mine, whenever you are ready, is secrets for secrets.
irislexington:
who, damon ? he was a theater grad student which is, obviously, one of the stupidest specialties to get a masters degree in. he had it coming. who’s stupid enough to fall in love with me?
how do you forget that? look at where we are. this entire town screams ‘money bought our way out of any problem ever existed’. hell, we may be journalists of one kind of another, but i promise you when we’re out there in the real world, it’ll be about the money we’re given, not the stories of truth we want to tell. as for that little anecdote, i’ll let you figure it out on your own.
yep, that’s the poor soul. i heard through the grapevine that he dropped out now. not sure if that’s related to you or just his character, but yep. that poor man, but you’ve got a point. you are very vocal about what you see love as.
it’s easy to forget when i’m not as motivated for money, i guess. it only gets you into trouble. i like to think i’d do better. than being bribed, but we’re all sinners. i’ll try to stick to my morals, but the real world is definitely a different story. i’ll agree with you there.
lexingtonivy:
and i’ve warned you like a hundred times - dark room time is sacred you’re lucky when i’m in there and it’s set up cleanly and properly my mood is too level to boot you out.
they’re gonna feel the full force of it - i’m super tempted to go to hill and get him to let me set up a roster - that way i can guarantee myself a little extra time over everyone else with the added bonus of knowing who exactly has the room on any given day. can’t fuck something up if you’re not hiding behind the safety of anonymity and there’s a furious blonde waiting in the wings ready to mess your face up.
honestly, ivy, i consider any interaction with you sacred. even when you’re seething about your dark room.
do it. at least then you’ll know who to aim your wrath at. get everything all sorted out. i think it’s only fair they pay the price for messing up the room. you can’t leave somewhere messier than it was when you entered. keep a log, get your extra time, and fuck the people who messed with your art.
richie holloway ↠ group text
richie: nooooo don't get sentimental on me i'll cry!
richie: kidding
richie: but yes, i'll give you the SICKEST tatts
charles: you aren't kidding and you know it
charles: what are you thinking design-wise?
ivy lexington ⇄ charles drake
ivy: you're confusing honest with catty. i don't say what i say to be cruel...i'm just telling it like it is.
charles: it can be the same occasionally, but you're right, for the most part you say whatever comes to mind
charles: no matter what, really
irislexington:
i think if the church isn’t involved in your life in some capacity i would be surprised. also, gross, charles, stop trying to make me sound nice. i have a reputation to uphold and you can’t go around ruining it by making me sound like a ‘decent person’.
money was obviously exchanged for silence from those up above. our dorm parents and the dean always got very nice christmas bonus’ from the lexington family - and others, i’m sure, since we were hardly the only ones instigating shit around campus. i just happened to be the ring leader most of the time. i talked my way out of things many, many different ways.
church will always be involved. i can’t imagine my life without mass. okay, okay, i’ll stop pointing out the good in you. i’ll stick with the knowledge that you ripped apart that poor guy’s heart in our first year. honestly, you probably did that to multiple people, but i distinctly remember this one.
ahhhh, so that’s how the lexingtons get away with their shenanigans. makes sense, i forget money is the most powerful thing out there. what do you mean ‘many ways?’ oh shit....oh come on. don’t tell me you blew someone just to avoid trouble.
lexingtonivy:
listen up bitches...
if i find out who’s been leaving the dark room so trashed not even supreme queen kondo could make any real sense out of it i’m gonna drown them in a vat of developer and pin their body up at my next showing as a warning. some of us take this ‘photography shit’ seriously and i’ll be damned if i’m gonna continue to wade through a room full of muck in order to get my work done.
do better you’re grad students not animals.
well, i can definitely say it wasn’t me. i don’t go in unless it’s to visit you. i’ve got no business being around fancy equipment with how klutzy i am. is someone really trashing up the place?
if so, i hate to agree, but they’d deserve your wrath.
irislexington:
everyone has gossip. and trust me, you waxing poetic about the shape of my sisters eyebrows - or, more likely, ass - isn’t exactly what i’m looking for. you may be a good boy but even good boys have secrets. c’mon, char, tell me something juicy.
I - wouldn’t....talk about her ass. well...maybe a bit, but it wouldn’t be my main focus.
either way, the only juicy secret i’ve got is that my father was a piece of shit who fucked young boys. and honestly? the news has already played that one to bits, so you can’t do much with it.
ivy lexington ⇄ group text
ivy: she has no reason to be coy, she's hot - pretty much guarantees her just about anything she wants.
ivy: i think our differing opinions on lennon might be just a drop in the ocean charlie.
ivy: anyone that forgo's being their best hairless self because they're afraid of a little pain deserves nothing but ridicule and shame - beauty is pain.
charles: i mean, true, she does flaunt her 'stuff' a lot. power to her. work it, girl.
charles: wooooow. you don't give anyone a break do you?
charles: i know i'm a goodie-two-shoes but damn, i like when you get catty.
richie holloway ↠ group text
richie: i know, dude. I just can't help feeling sick to my stomach all the time. I can barely sleep, it's agonizing
richie: you're too kind, my friend, too kind!
charles: yeah i bet it's pretty hard for you. i know you guys were close. if you ever need a shoulder, let me know. you know i'm here for you
charles: always gotta help a bud out! plus, fun tatts lmao
richie holloway ↠ group text
richie: i don't wanna be here anymore this is so fucked
richie: i'm itching to tattoo again and i can't even off any of you stick and pokes because i didn't bring any needles or anything. i feel like i'm going insane.
charles: well, we've got to answer q's so just be cool, yea?
charles: how about this - when we get out of here, i'll let you tattoo some stuff. i've got free space on my calf. you can claim it as your 'artistic zone.'
irislexington:
you’re an interesting character, charles. but don’t worry, i’ll keep my rant about the farce of man made religion to myself - for now, at least. when i kick your ass, however, you’re free to confess your sins to me. i do love hearing juicy gossip.
i have beliefs and i stick to them. nothing too interesting about that, but if you insist. i don’t have any gossip to give you unless you want to hear how hot i think your sister is, but i assume that won’t go oveer too well.
irislexington:
you’ll live to the tender age of 90, in the arms of your beloved preacher wife. you’re not fooling anyone by pretending to be a badass - you’re a sweetheart, and no one can tell me otherwise. i, on the other hand, only do good when it benefits me. specifically if it helps me get further along with my own agendas.
we’re a typical cw pair of twins, right down to our hair. mother attempted to be our best friend when she paid attention, father attempted to spoil us rotten. both have turned us into who we are now. to be fair, the food wasn’t strictly terrible. and sometimes we’d order in and have parties in our dorm rooms - especially when i was in a giving mood. but it wasn’t nearly as hot and sexy as fiction makes it out to be. it was sharing a bathroom with twelve other girls at the age of 13 when we’re all bleeding for the first time and screaming hysterically about how someone looked at us wrong. not exactly fun.
you really think i’ll marry a preacher? i’ve had enough of those in my life. i don’t need another one. they talk way too much. you could be right, maybe doing good benefits you, but you’re still doing it. that is an act of change in itself. you want to keep an image about you, i get it, but you aren’t as terrible as you think.
makes sense. parents shape us all, so i’m not too surprised. so you guys had parties....at boarding school? i mean, that checks out, but what did you guys do when you got caught? or did you even get caught? i don’t know how this works. but the thought of twelve menstruating girls....that’s a nightmare. i can’t even fathom that.
What is your worst memory or creepiest experience?
My worst memory, hm, good question. I’ve had several of those, but I think there’s one that tops everything.
When I was younger, my mom wasn’t around much. She chose to stay in her room. And my dad, well, he wasn’t around either. We lived in a decent part of town, but there had been a string of break-ins. I thought we were safe with my mom in the house, but...we weren’t.
There were a few big men that came by. They started looking in the windows to see if there was anything worth stealing. I took my little sister to the hallway upstairs and started pleading with my mom to call the cops since I couldn’t get to the phone downstairs.
I’ll never forget her reply. There was silence for a long time. We were little, so we were just crying. She popped the door open, looked us dead in the eye, and said we weren’t worth saving. The men entered our home and even came up the stairs and saw us. I guess they felt bad or something because they took one look at us and left.
what's one quote you try to live by?
“If you want something you’ve never had then you you’ve got to do something you’ve never done.“
irislexington:
why would having morals make me feel better? from what i can tell, it only makes people feel worse about their decisions and impulses. i’d rather feed my demons than beat them - after all, only the good die young and i plan on living a very long time.
you didn’t assume that the uppity new york city bitches were raised on their own by nannies and themselves more than their parents? it’s the biggest cliche in the world. but we had each other and when our mom remarried, we got a step-brother so it wasn’t so bad. boarding school was…boring, most of the time. a lot like grad school, really. more hype than it’s worth, shitty food and roommates you don’t really want to see at 2am.
I guess I’ll be dying young then. You aren’t as bad as you think, Ms. Lexington. I’ve seen you do some good. Not a lot but some.
You know me, I try not to make assumption at all, but no I didn’t. I mean, my parents were pretty well off and they didn’t hire a nanny. They should have, but didn’t. Shame, I expected boarding school food to be better, honestly. At least in grad school we buy our own stuff and have to make it. No need to eat cafe food unless it’s a tough day.