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#one of my fav looks from her omg #bless mk #◤ ✕ 。 MIRROR

Stefano: That's not happening. Stefano: Where are you?

Victoria: yuro'e no fun Victoria: .... nfot telling

| few seconds later |

Victoria: Morlotow, Cannaregio

The blonde fingers messily typed up the address before she closed her nearly dead phone. Victoria closed her eyes as a long sigh left her lips before she opened them up again, turning to the bartender to order another drink. He watched her with a slightly worried look before pouring her only half a drink before muttering something about her being too drunk. Too drunk? That was the whole purpose of going to a bar, get drunk. Who was he to judge? It took an unimaginable effort for her to even grab the drink and bring it to her lips without spilling any of its content before she swiftly downed it. The world was spinning around her, faces had their own blurry twins and the background music filled her ears as it mixed with strangers’ voices, laughter and screams. That was the buzz she had been looking for, this was exactly why she had gotten drunk to the point of no return. Shutting down the voices, the thoughts, at this point that’s all that mattered to her. If she was drunk, she couldn’t hear them saying that her father was dying, that she was a disappointment, that the man she was to marry hated her and that she had thrown her life away. She couldn’t hear them put her down if she was too confused to even think and that had been the plan all along. No thoughts. Come to think about it, maybe that hadn’t been the brightest of ideas, getting drunk all by herself in a bar so far away from her place but it seemed like Victoria had thrown all judgment by the window when she had entered the place and she wasn’t exactly sure how she’d get home either, that being the least of her concern at the moment.

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#◤ ✕ 。PARA #bless blake for being in the town #hope this is okay!#( stefano )

Simon.

“That’s a wrap for day three in Venice,” Simon spoke to the Canon Powershot in his palm, “Watch out for Tuesday’s video where I’ll be scouting the best food in the city. Please like, subscribe, and comment your thoughts on today’s video. Until next time, folks!” With a wave to the camera and a cheeky grin, he moved his palm to cover the lens before ending the recording.

As he put down the camera, he could feel someone watching him. After a quick glance of his surroundings, his eyes landed on a figure not so far away from him. “Hey,” he greeted rather awkwardly. “How long have you been there?”

The blonde suppressed her laughter as she watched Simon finish his video, a smile dancing on her lips. ‘’Long enough,’’ she replied to his question and walked over to him, sitting on the opposite chair. ‘’Three days of our beautiful city only? Your viewers deserve way more’’ she asked teasingly.

#◤ ✕ 。INTERACTION #( simon )

orlenaweizman:

It’s twelve in the morning on a Sunday and Orlena was enjoying lunch when her phone chimed a special ringtone only set to one person in her contacts. “Orlena Weizman,” she answered the phone, and she could immediately hear the person on the other end ranting away. “I can’t believe you’re still going on about this. It has been a week,” Orlena couldn’t contain her own smile. “Well I’m sorry I didn’t come home for Easter, Mama. It wasn’t a long holiday that I can just go back and forth as I please-” Her words were immediately cut off by her mother’s long rant about how she was dying.

“Stop saying that, you are not dying. As far as I know you are working on a new show and not lying helpless in a hospital bed. And if you are dying, you know I’ll definitely be there,” she pointed out. “I promise I’m coming home for Thanksgiving and Christmas; I’ve arranged it all ahead of time,” the played around with her fork. “Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye, Mama,” Orlena ended the call with a chuckle. “I’m sorry, that was my mother. She can be quite clingy sometimes.”

Victoria watched the other talk on the phone as an unconscious smile took over her lips. She missed talking to her mother that way, all these moments she’d quickly dismiss her because she was too busy with work, now only wishing she could take get them back. She’d feel a twinge of guilt twist her heart every time she’d recall her mom but Vicky knew none of it was her fault and she now in a better place. The blonde waited for Orlena to finish her call and took a sip of the recently ordered coffee. ‘’Trust me, you really want to hold onto that’’ Victoria replied with a small smile.

#let's just say they're friends having coffee together? idk #◤ ✕ 。INTERACTION #( orlena )

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Storms & other disagreements. | Victoria + Derrick.

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Derrick.

The weather outside may have encouraged anyone who was sensible to stay inside, but anyone who knew Derrick knew he was not sensible. The Aussie loved stormy weather, and quite honestly, a walk in the rain was just what he needed. He was still at a dead end when it came to his father’s case, and seeing his childhood friend after so many years had certainly gotten him feeling quite conflicted over life at the moment. If he were to be struck by lightning, fuck it– he was sick of being locked up indoors with no company. He simply wanted to clear his mind and perhaps find a friend or two to clear it with; as cold as he was deep down, he was an extrovert at heart.

Which was why it was no surprise that he eventually ended up at the doors of Black Lotus Tattoo Parlor, the place where one of his closest friends worked. He had no idea if Harlow was working, and probably should have called to ask, but Derrick was not the type of man who planned ahead. He made things up as he went along, and this system had never let him down before. Knocking on the doors, he pulled his hood of his sweatshirt more serurely around his head, although he didn’t care that he was soaking wet. If anything, it felt good. Venice was generally a hot place, and being doused in the cold water was pretty refreshing to him.

He blinked when he heard a threat come crying from the other side of the door, one eyebrow raised in amusement as he was suddenly greeted by a fiery blonde with a knife, though barely flinching nonetheless. “Whoa, there,” he put his hands up playfully, a low chuckle escaping his lips. “Don’t stab me, please. I mean, my blood would probably trickle down with the water into the canals and that wouldn’t be a pretty sight,” he commented, a slight grin crossing his lips. He had seen this girl around several times– she not only worked with Harlow but also worked for Eleanor– but he wasn’t sure of her name. All he knew was that she was hot, and he was a bit surprised he hadn’t tried his charms on her before. Stepping inside, he unzipped the hoodie and peeled it off leaving a somewhat tight white tee underneath, running his fingers through his dampened hair that had managed to get a little wet, anyways. “Sorry if I scared ya, love. I was looking for Harlow, but I’m guessing she’s not here,” he said with a sigh, looking around the area. He then brought his brown hues back to her, the naturally charming, lopsided smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “But I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of actually meeting before. I’m Derrick.”

Victoria’s lips formed a thin line as she tried to stay as civil as possible, knowing that she’d probably end up beating him up with a frying pan if she ever snapped, which wouldn’t look too good on the tabloids. Her eyes slightly rolled as he explained his presence but Vicky had decided to be sweet, or at least try to and something was telling her it would be very hard around him. ‘’You’re guessing right, it’s only me tonight. I sent her home’’ she explained. The look he then gave her sent chills down her spine, knowing full well that look.

She had heard about it, the staff of the Aman talked and Harlow didn’t hold back on ‘Derrick’s look, oh my God’ yet she had believed none of them. How could a look make everyone talk so much, she had never understood until she was met with his dark brown eyes, combined with the devilish smirk he was harboring and the tight white tee-shirt that was now very hard to ignore. It was suddenly very hard to breathe in the shop, was it just her or the temperature had escalated? She quickly shook her head and walked away from him towards the small kitchenette at the back, mentally slapping herself for everything that had went through her mind during that small instant. How could she, she was engaged for Christ’s sake! That Derrick is very, very bad new, she thought as she placed the tea kettle on the stove . ‘’Victoria’’ she finally answered, once she was sure her voice would be steady enough.

She couldn’t kick him out in such weather and couldn’t ignore him either, not in such a tight place. They would be forced to interact and who knew how long the night would be or the storm would last. ‘’Fuck..’’ she whispered to herself before turning back to face him. ‘’Want some tea?’’

#lmao he has no shame #that's the Derrick Look #◤ ✕ 。PARA #oh la la #( derrick )

Vaughn.

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Vaughn wasn’t sure what was worse – living a lie and hurting people, or expecting someone else to help keep the lie. Victoria knew him from before – when he was just Vaughn Moretti, the little boy down the street from her relative’s house. Now in Venice, he was Vaughn Amarante, and explaining that to Victoria when he’d arrived wasn’t exactly what he called a good reunion. He’d been living with her for months now, and eventually going to move into the small flat he’d found close by in the next few weeks, “Vick,” he called out, closing the door behind him as he huffed out a breath. “I picked up food. They put in this Chinese place? I wasn’t aware tourists actually loved Chinese food in Venice. Why not just eat Italian for the whole experience? Either way, their chow mein looked fucking amazing.”

Victoria was flipping through the numerous pages of the Aman guest list when she heard the door unlock, followed by Vaughn’s deep voice calling out her name. Only one person used that nickname, and ever since her sixth birthday where they had met and he had first decided to call her Vick and nothing else, the diminutive held a special place in her heart. The little brunet haired boy and small Victoria who was as tall as three apples had immediately clicked and they had became best friends ever since. He knew all of her, just like she knew all of him and she couldn’t imagine having it any other way. ‘’Yea, didn’t I tell you about it last week?’’ she asked as she came down the stairs to help him out with the food. Victoria liked to cook but there was nothing like a good Chinese takeout and Vaughn knew her too well. ‘’Aw, does that offend your Italian heart, amore?’’ she teased, taking the bags to the kitchen as a grin formed on her lips.

#totaly making shit up for their story/relationship #oh well #( vaughn )#◤ ✕ 。PARA

Audrea.

Audrea sipped her drink uncomfortably as she repeated her name and then looked at the blonde, “Maybe we’ve met before, because I’m sure you looked slightly familiar. Have you ever been in London before? My family threw constant charity balls or parties, so you might have attended one. Then again I couldn’t possibly be the only person with that name,” Audrea chuckled.

‘’I’ve been there a couple of times but I don’t remember any balls or any events for that matter’’ she answered, vaguely remembering the countless concerts and festivals she had attended in the city during her younger years, but never any posh parties, not without both her parents at least. ‘’What do you do for a living? Maybe we’ve crossed paths before but I just can’t remember. Oh, and if you have any tattoos maybe you went by my parlor or something. It could explain the familiarity’’

#◤ ✕ 。INTERACTION #( audrea )

Cora.

“And would you say that would have been unfortunate?” the PI inquired, a smirk flitting to her lips to mimic the blonde’s. “Figured I wouldn’t get as blackout drunk if I came somewhere where I have to continuously pay with every refill. Because if I’m just sitting at home with a full whiskey bottle, I’m guaranteed to have zero self-control.” She picked up her glass, questioning before she brought it to her lips, “And you?”

Victoria’s smile widened at the other’s explanation, probably because it was the most logical she had ever heard yet. So some people actually came to the bar to not get drunk and that realization got a small giggle out of her. ‘’Pretty smart of you’’ she pointed out as she took another sip of her drink. ‘’Couldn’t stand the same view at home’’ she answered truthfully with a small shrug.

#◤ ✕ 。INTERACTION #( cora )

Carter.

Carter watched her with his eyebrows raised, then shook his head. “I guess I’ll just have to go to another city then,” he said, picking up the empty glass she had set down. “Do you want another?”

'’You could roam the world for the rest of your life and you’ll never find someone who’ll get your work as precisely as I do. Only I get you, baby’’ she replied matter-of-factly, glad she this was all a joke. She couldn’t even begin to imagine losing Carter as a friend and a client, some of her best pieces were after all, scattered all across his body.