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@tonychaves
Everyone should listen to me all the time about everything.
âYeah, okay, youâre right - I owe you. So, what do you want?â
âWhen in Vegas... any type of strong alcohol will do, I believe.â
You know what Iâll never get over? Joint Facbook accounts. Those are my favorite. Seeing that âDavidandSarah Smithâ sent me a friend request just fucking lights up my world. And then I decline them.
âJoint anything freaks me out. I didnât even know that was actually a thing. Doesnât that defeat the whole purpose of Facebook? Thatâs like, having joint Tinder accounts.â
They sat on the floor of their studio humming to themselves; Bee was in a particularly pleasant mood and it was showing. They let their mind wander as they sewed together a gown on auto-pilot. Bee was so lost in thought, they didnât even notice the person who had just walked in until they spoke. They jumped in their seat and blinked a few times before saying, âmind repeating that?â
âSome things never changeâ the eldest settled before shooting the artist a knowing smile. âLong time no see, bumblebee. Where the hell have you been?â
âOkayâ What happened last night?â Lennox was trying really hard not to have one of those clichĂŠ mini freak outs one has when they wake up with a massive headache, in a bed next to a stranger, with no recollection of what happened the night before whatsoever. Well, at least she was good at acting nonchalant. âLast I remember we were at the bar sharing a drink, but now I seem to have lost my clothes, and I canât recall where I put them lastâŚâ
âYour drunk ass managed to spill something on your clothes and I wasnât about to let you take a cab home in that state so instead I just brought you here. Your clothes are in the washing machine, loserâ Tony explained with a chuckle, pointing at the nightside âWater, painkillers. Merry Christmas, never say I donât get you anything. Do you not remember anything from last night?â the eldest inquired with a smirk.
âStaring is impolite. I just worked 72 hours straight with every meal being coffee. Iâm entitled to eat like a starved animal, because I am one. Here â Iâll eat slower, take a picture, lasts longer.â
âWell shoot, my battery just died, unlucky day. Sorry man. But hey, maybe next time Iâll get that candid, someone on the internet might appreciate itâ the brunette smirked in return, shrugging lightly âThe joys of medicine, huh? Livinâ the dream.â
xdarcyrose:
âDonât even think of going macho man. Youâll end up even more like a headless chicken which in a way would be pretty hilarious.â Darcy nodded, âItâs been a while, Tony. Not so bad, working and shit. What about you?â
âNow that I think about it, headless chicken would be pretty cool. What do you say, we give him 3 seconds to turn around and leave? Only seems fairâ the eldest inquired, tilting their head slightly. âIt has been, I take the full blame. Your boss is draining the life out of me. But you know how it is, working with him. Howâs work going for you, Darce?â
nate-remington:
âDo you want to know what the really sad part is? I am terribly aware as I usually pride myself on being a gentleman that Iâve reached a somewhat barbaric state, but youâre so intoxicatingly sexy that I canât seem to control every dirty thought popping into my head when I look at you. Itâs a tragedy, really, and itâs no way to treat a lady. Iâd fully submit myself to whatever punishment you see fit. And while yes, in my head itâs a very sexy punishment where as you more likely wish to punch me, Iâm still strangely aroused by the ideaâŚâ
âI truly fear the well-being of women out there if guys believe this is what a gentleman looks like. Youâre incredibly lucky Iâve learnt to pick my battles as the years go byâ the brunette shook their head lightly, breathing in out. âLet me guess here, no one has ever said not to you, you are used to getting everything you want, huh? You seem like that type.âÂ
cainsullivan:
âWell thatâs just fuckinâ rude,â he chuckled gruffly. âCome on â Iâm tired and havenât slept for shit in days. One more time, try just one more time.â
âYou get what you giveâ replied the brunette with a smirk, shooting the blond a pointed look âWhatâs with you? Anything a little buzz can fix? Never mind, it was stupid. Iâm more concerned about your sleeping schedule, Sullivan.â
curiouslygeorge:
âAhââ George nodded, turning to face the direction of the othersâ voice. âWell, I donât think there is exactly a right and wrong way to do church,â he chuckled. âWhatever feels natural to you⌠You could pray, there is a Father currently in the confessional, or, a service will begin in twenty-five minutes⌠You can listen to and participate in that instead.â
Tony hummed in response, looking around instead of talking for a couple seconds, closing their eyes swiftly. âDo you think He listens to everyone, good or not? What are his standards between good and evil?â the brunette questioned before taking a deep breath, turning to the male again. âDo you work here? Or simply come here often? Sorry, didnât meant to interrupt you.â
hector-laguerta:
âAdmit it, youâre impressed and you wanna punch me. â Hector countered with a laugh. He pressed his hand to his chest in mock shock as he hung his mouth open to gasp. â Whatâs wrong with taking in strays?! Animals are people too. Besides, he needed the help. What kinda guy doesnât help a kitty in need?â Hector held his door oped after picking back up his groceries, his non-verbal invite inside to his co-worker. âYeah, heâs a cutie. Iâd be a liar if I said I didnât want him to stick around a while.â He smiled down a the orange furball curled up in the womanâs arms. â So what brings ya by House call? Booty call? Needed to borrow a cup of sugar or somethinâ?â He joked.
âLetâs just assume I always want to punch you, just to be safeâ the brunette replied with a playful smirk that quickly turned into a chuckle. âHey, thereâs always an injured mafia member in my couch, I canât truly talk here so, you do you. I just never saw you as the crazy cat lady type, I guess I was wrongâ the brunette commented while stepping inside with the cat still on their arms. âI gathered that much from your lame ass joke about grabbing him. Maybe if you keep him in long enough heâll stick aroundâ the mafia member commented before arching both brows at his comment, rolling their eyes in response âOr somethinâ. Tell me, the times youâve asked in your lifetime, has anyone ever answer booty call?â they inquired with a teasing grin, placing the cat back in the ground. âCanât a friend just pass by the neighbourhood to say hi?â
william---ford:
He laughed as he shook his head, openly admitting it. â Well Iâm all for fighting the good fight, but sometimes I like a little milk in my coffee.â He chuckled. â{ Well thanks, I think.. The things we do for coffee, huh?â Leading the way, he chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment while debating something, eventually breaking the short silence. âIâm Will, by the way.â He extended his hand formally for a quick shake. â I hope I donât get kicked in the nuts for saying this, even though Iâd kinda deserve it, but youâre like one of the most beautiful women Iâve ever seen in my life, even covered in bad coffee.â
âI am grossed out and sad about this developmentâ the mafia member joked, shaking their head to themselves. âFine, I can deal with a little milk, as long as itâs not, yâknow, one of those caramel, Oreo macchiato thingysâ they smirked. Tony took the maleâs hand on theirs, shaking it gently as he introduced himself âAntonia, but almost everyone calls me Tony. Nice to meet you Willâ the brunette replied before raising an eyebrow at the blondâs words, a small chuckle escaped their lips. âIâve definitely heard worse than that in a good day so your nuts are safe, for nowâ Tony replied with a smirk âBut thank you for the ego burst. Youâre pretty charming, are you the type who are acutely aware of it or completely oblivious?â
laylamargot:
âI figure,â she agreed with a sigh. One of these days sheâd do it, have her life under control and all that. âGood luck to me until I do learn, right?â A part of her was glad they liked the painting partâ in all honesty, she liked it too, more than anything. Another part of her got slightly upset; sheâd never been brave enough to show her work to anyone because she feared rejection too much. Plus, she painted for her own pleasure. âI think my art is worth something. And thatâs enough.â A small chuckle was heard as Layla was unable to tell if the other was joking. â⌠Why not? Would he⌠Do something do me?â
âWe are all learning as we go, so hey, at least if you lose your head youâll be like the rest of usâ the brunette granted with a shrug before nodding at the otherâs reply about her art. âThatâs all that matters at the end of the day, isnât it? Hey, at least you have a safe space for your art, thatâs coolâ the mafia member replied. When the other made a question about their boss, Tony pondered around the idea, arching an eyebrow whilst giving a general look at the blonde. âHighly doubt it, if anything heâd look for a way to get in your pants but, do you really want to figure if Iâm right or wrong?â
ariagiamatti:
âEh. I donât know?â Aria murmured with a smile. She knew she was a big deal, but she tried to not talk about it too much. She didnât want to seem overly vain, or too big for her boots, even if it was deserved. She had worked hard, and deserved all of the success that she had. âGloat all you likeâŚ.â Aria murmured with a smile. It was a nice feeling to know someone other than herself wanted to gloat about her success. She liked it a lot. Aria just smiled at her. She really did love Tony, even if she didnât know her that well. They got a long, and it was  nice to have a friendly face here.  âMmmâŚ. I agree with thatâ
âThank you, glad to know I have your permission, not like I needed it but itâs still cool. Wait till I tell my little sister, sheâll freak outâ the mafia member replied with a chuckle. It wasnât very often that Tony talked about their blood family, but if Aria was being open about her own, the least they could do was extend the courtesy. âLetâs just say Lennyâs lucky sheâs cute or Iâd truly have to fight her. Anyway, tell me, baby Giamatti, besides all thisâ the eldest began, hinting at the otherâs family drama âHow are you finding Las Vegas?âÂ
ariagiamatti:
âWe shall have to seeâ Aria was hoping it too. She didnât know her father that well, but she loved and adored him. The girl was excited to getting to know him better. âI figured thatâŚ.â Which made him a little scary. but also it was kind of reassuring, since she knew heâd be protective over her. âThatâs why youâre the best Auntieâ Aria smiled at Tony. âIt doesâŚ. but I also at the same time donât want to ruin the relationship I have with himâÂ
âFor what is worth, I doubt trying to talk to him would ruin the relationship you have with him. Youâre family, you are Italian. Not gonna happenâ the eldest of the pair smiled at the other gently, patting the back of her back. âAnyway, not like any of us would let it get bad, you have Lenny and me, we are on your team, baby Giamatti.â
[ text ]: Iâve had nothing to do all day so Iâve been learning the lyrics to âTrap Queenâ.
[ TONY ]: a) I donât believe YOU have nothing to do. b) Iâve seen you write better songs than THAT for fun. Nothing against Fetty Wap, just a fact. c) Kinda want to hear you sing the hook not gonna lie.Â
[ TONY ]: You ran out of shows to write?
ffsnicolas:
[ text ]: ThatâsâŚfair. [ text ]: Unfortunately, yes. Well, look at that, you learn something new everyday. In the video she makes an actual pie, thatâs the life Iâm about. I thought so, I might have that professionally recorded; the world needs more Spanglish songs, in my opinion. But, did you get to the Matilda parts yet, because boy those kids sing high and fast, itâs worse than me trying to mimic Eminem. They probably already know Iâm a huge dork, Lord knows Iâve said it in enough interviews; plus, some of them have met me and honestly, I donât have enough chill to hide it. [ text ]: That seems like a lot of effort, though I might need to go to the shops to restock, so hey. It might happen. Take-out= a real gift to this world. I have slept, donât worry.
[ TONY ]: [ Read 6:47 p.m] [ TONY ]: Tell me then, have you ever made a pie in your life, NicolĂĄs? Because then I came into your life at the wrong time, it seems like. Why am I not getting pie?  You definitely need to professionally record that. Throw in Under the Sea, youâd be great doing that version. Better than the one version in spanish by Alejandro Sanz at least. I havenât, but I have to confess Iâve been waiting for some Billy Elliot, seems like your speed too. Do you think thatâs why they love you so much? They can relate? [ TONY ]: The world is⌠a decent looking place, you need vitamin D Nico, and for once, that is NOT an euphemism. True, but also⌠LechĂłn or Ropa Vieja = real heaven. Hmm, somehow I donât buy it but, okay.
For once, Spencer had the night off and just wanted to relax and kick back with a cold beer. He didnât need to be in the action on the strip, so he went to his favorite dive bar, far from where he worked. It was usually pretty quiet. A few groups of friends hanging out here and there, but it truly wasnât anything special. And when he walked in today, its was virtually empty except for the lonely bartender. He took a seat at the bar and ordered his drink being sure not to disturb the bartenders serenity. As a fellow bartender, he knew better than to strike up a meaningless conversation with the man. After a few minutes he heard the front door open and some came and slid into the seat next to him. He turned his head, âWell, I didnât realize other people actually knew about this place.â
The mafia member chuckled in response, shrugging lightly before ordering a pint once they were seated down. âYeah, Iâm not paying fucking 10 bucks for beer with a bunch of drunk, rich assholes back at the Strip so when I had to wage my options as a broke college student, this place was the best I could come up withâ they replied. âThe beerâs at least half-decent and cheap enough, so this became my safe heaven. A safe heaven that smells like pissâ the brunette mused with a smirk, thanking the bartender for the beer once it arrived to their hands. âPlus, sometimes the bartender stops giving fucks and gives me beer for free so, whatâs not to love about this place?â