look at her now

Vienna Blair. 22. EMT/Med school student.

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“Just because I got fries before I left work does not mean that I am some uncontrollable animal, it just mean I am resourceful and wise, just like a Ravenclaw,” Dominic retorted as he polished off his slice and reached for another. “You’re hard to place. You could be a Hufflepuff just because of how, well, harmless you look, no offence. But I could see you as a Gryffindor as well.” The brunette watched as Vienna got up from the couch and made her way to her equally organized kitchen. He was sure that if he opened a cupboard door he’d find alphabetically organized spices, and condiments organized by colours. “Definitely. Might as well bring two if you’ve got ‘em.”

“You’re totally an animal. But that’s why you’re awesome because you’re not boring,” Vienna smiled at him, giving a shrug. Taking another piece, the blonde thought for a moment. “I do not look harmless. You’re lying. You’re just saying that,” she pointed at him, making a face. The blonde went to the kitchen, looking in the fridge to grab the alcohol, three beers, walking over to him. “I also have liquor if we really feel like having fun. Plus I might need it considering I have the Disease exam in a few days.”

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Dominic scoffed in disbelief as Vienna suggested the house that everyone loved to mock and use as an insult. “Give me five reasons why you think I’d be a Hufflepuff, and one of those cannot be because of the kitchens. I love snacks, you love snacks. Name me someone who doesn’t like snacks. I’m 100% Ravenclaw thank you very much.”

“That’s honestly the only reason. I don’t love snacks as much as you do. I was able to wait for the pizza. You, my friend, got fries before we left the bar,” she pointed over at him, raising a brow. “I guess I can see it. I don’t know what house I am. I took the quiz and I was Slytherin, but I don’t know if that’s for sure or not. I like to think it is, though.” Turning Netflix to put on Black Panther, the blonde got up to get a drink. “Beer?”

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—Greta Gerwig, Little Women (2019) Script

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myra listened intently to the blonde, immediately trying to rack her brain of whatever friend she was talking about. “i don’t have any friends.” her voice was rough and her throat burned as she spoke. “do you take all drunk girls home with you?”

“You were pretty close to her. We almost couldn’t separate,” she shrugged, holding the mug in her hands. “Not usually. But you’re close to my age and I thought I could just help you out. Do you want coffee?”

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“Why do you say it like it’s a bad thing, and not something to fully embrace? But my vote is Black Panther. Michael B. Jordan is damn hot,” Dominic continued, turning his head in her direction and flashing a goofy grin. Now that he was settled in on her couch, had some food in his system and wasn’t running around like a chicken with its head cut-off, Dominic suddenly felt how tired he actually was. His week consisted of class in the day, and work at night, only to get home to do laundry or catch up on assignments. It was only ever during period of free time where he was able to reflect on how little sleep he was getting, and how much he was actually doing. “I was 11 when Harry was in 1st year. I don’t know about you, but I basically went to Hogwarts.”

“Oh, right? He’s so gorgeous. If I could pick any guy in the world, it would be him. Voice smooth like velvet, a perfect body, oh man, I need to fan myself,” the blonde dramatically fanned, giving a smile. Michael B. Jordan was a bit of a massive celebrity crush for Vienna, feeling slightly embarrassed by her reaction to it. “We’re the same age, bud. What house would you have been in? I’m thinking Hufflepuff because then you’re right beside the kitchen. I think that would make you very happy.”

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“Where the fuck am I? And who the fuck are you?” Myra hissed, jumping to a seated position in the (what she would say) overly large bed that she’d awoken on so abruptly. Her head spun, a hand clutching to the space over her ear. “Hello? I’m talking to you!” the brunette near shouted, her eyes darting, still full of sleep, towards the figure in the room.

“You are at my apartment. And I’m Vienna,” the blonde gave a smile, taking a drink of coffee. “I was the EMT that took your friend tot he hospital. You were too drunk to leave there, so I said I would take you back to my place to sleep it off safely. Your friend is okay, by the way. Just needed stitches.”

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What made you decide to become a medical examiner and not see how far you can take beauty pageants?

I hated pageants. My parents forced me into pageants without caring if I liked them or not. So, they weren’t what I wanted to do. Once I got Miss Teen, I decided I did enough for them and wanted to do things for myself. So that’s why I’m in med school to be a medical examiner. I had a cousin that is an examiner and I always thought her stories were really cool, so I decided to follow her steps.

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Most painful piercing you've gotten?

My nose was pretty bad. Which is weird cause it’s not supposed to be that painful. I was able to handle my ears and stomach, but my nose was a bitch.

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What is one secret you've been holding onto?

If I tell you, then I won’t be holding onto it anymore.

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“Literally anything,” Dominic said through bites of pizza. “There’s a bunch of new shit on Netflix right now but if we start a series that means we have to finish it, and that’s a certain level of commitment that I am just not capable of.” The brunette leaned back into the cushions of her couch and settled in. They’d done this far too many times. Spontaneous meet-up, food, and movies. It was easy, and had become something that was part of his usual routine. “But uh, honestly my go-to when I can’t think of a movie to watch is anything Marvel or Harry Potter. And Prisoner of Azkaban is literally the best thing ever created, so I vote for that.” Dominic reached for the remote and turned on the television, flipping it to Netflix and scrolling through the selections. 

“Yeah, I ain’t about committing to anything. I forgot how much of a Harry Potter nerd you are, but I don’t think that’s on Netflix, unless I missed out on it. I vote Avengers or Black Panther. So maybe flip a coin,” the blonde propped her feet on her coffee table as she ate the pizza. “You could pull off looking like Harry Potter. Just need the glasses. I don’t think I could do any of the characters well. I don’t look like any of them, really,” Vienna shrugged as she looked over at him. “Just think. The kids in school now weren’t around when the first movie came out. It’s so weird to think about,” the blonde rubbed her lips as she grabbed another piece of pizza. 

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Dom strolled through the entrance of her apartment and instantly made himself at home. On any given day, you could either find him at school, at work, at home or at Vienna’s. His life, though seemingly excited and full of adventures and interesting characters, was relatively boring. And while being at Vienna’s place wasn’t out of the norm for him, he always appreciated last minute plans that pulled him out of his usual routine. Dom set the pizza down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch, instantly settling into the plush cushions. “You say that every single time I’m here,” he said, looking at him from his seat on the couch. “Your version of letting go is me cleaning up. Now would you just come and have some pizza before I eat the entire thing?” he said as he reached for a slice.

Throwing her jacket on the coat rack and taking her boot off, the blonde looked over at him as he spoke. He was right. Her idea of dirty probably was his idea of clean. She couldn’t help it. It was how she was raised and it was probably the one good thing that she learned from her parents. “That’s cause you’re a guy. Your idea of clean is throwing dirty clothes in the closet floor so no one sees them,” she teased, moving to get a piece of the pizza, sitting down on the couch. “I love cleaning and you couldn’t pay me to clean your place. I can only imagine how bad it is,” she shrugged at him, taking a bite. “Best food ever,” she moaned, resting her back against the couch. “What do you want to watch? Nothing cheesy. I ain’t in the mood for that stuff.”

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Favorite brunch food/foods?

Bacon. Bacon everything. 

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“Other things like what?” he pressed, though he had a good idea about what things she had in mind. Technically, they were two single people, unattached and free to do whatever they wanted. This could include acting on all the mindless flirting, teasing and touching, but also included watching childish movies, eating their weight in pizza and falling asleep on the couch. So far, they’d only ever explored the latter. “You better put that shit back into your wallet, V. I’m not taking your cash no matter how much you beg,” Dominic said, keeping his eye on the road as he turned into a parking lot and got out of his car. He slung his backpack over his shoulders and reached for both the fry box and pizza box before following Vienna inside. 

“I think you have a solid idea,” she moved her eyes back over to him, giving a shrug. It wasn’t like their flirting wasn’t obvious. But the pair acted like children, yet at the same time, they flirted nonstop. She couldn’t help it. He was quite a sight. She knew that regardless, it was a night to relax and it was what she needed. At least he didn’t mind her sleeping on him on the couch. The perks to their friendship. “Dom, let me pay once. You know how I hate when you pay for me. Just humor me and hold it for a few minutes,” she handed it to him, raising her brows. Once he parked, she grabbed her bag, giving a small sigh as she dug for her keys. Once she felt the cold metal, she grabbed them, walking towards her place. “Please just ignore the textbooks everywhere. I feel like it’s a complete mess, but with work and school, I let go,” she scrunched her face, looking up at him. Her letting go, though, consisted of the place still being immaculate with just a few books scattered around.

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Dominic rolled his eyes at Vienna’s works, chuckling quietly. “Why would you think that murder is something I’d want to do? Out of all the the things that we could be doing together, you really think I want to go around causing chaos and wreaking havoc on LA?” He shook his head as he weaved through Los Angeles Traffic. He found it unbelievably that, with all the flirting they did, the first thing she thought of them doing together was murder. It was dark, and definitely not something he expected from her. One they agreed on Pizza, he quickly pulled over at the nearest pizza restaurant, ran inside and ordered an extra large pizza with all the toppings Vienna’s heart desired. In less than 20 minutes, he was back in the car - which now was beginning to smell like marinara sauce and sausages - and were less than two minutes away from her house.

“Well, there’s other things, but I didn’t think you would be too interested,” the blonde looked over at him, raising her brows. “At least, I had other ideas, but we could just see where the night goes,” Vienna mused as she took another fry to eat. Of course there were more obvious things that came to mind, with how they spoke and reacted to each other. She just never knew if the situation would ever truly occur. So, the jokes stayed and it made life easier for the both of them. As he went in to get the pizza, she went to pull the money out to hand over to him. She had a feeling that he wasn’t going to take it, but it was worth a shot. “Oh, that smells divine,” she took a deep breath, holding the pizza on her lap. “Here’s my half. And if you don’t take it, I’ll stick it somewhere where you have to,” she smiled sweetly over at Dom, slightly opening the box to smell the pizza. 

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“I am offended that you think that these are for me alone,” Dominic said, arching an eyebrow at the blonde before setting the container of fries down on her lap and tossing his backpack into the back seat. “I’ve been around girls long enough to know that no matter how much you say you’re not hungry, or how full you may be, you’re going to steal my fries.” Los Angeles traffic was a nightmare and actually made him miss Toronto traffic as suddenly the idea of sitting on the 401 made him smile. “Because Ariana doesn’t make me want to rip my ears out. I mean, some of her songs aren’t something that I would actually listen to, but I won’t change Thank U Next if it comes on the radio.” Reaching over, Dominic stole a handful of French fries and ungracefully stuffed them into his mouth. His post-shift hunger was quickly growing and he prayed that Vienna had something to eat back at her place. Otherwise, it would be another pizza night for Dominic Corderio. “Whatever I want?” He teased, smirking though he kept his eyes on the road in front of him. Flirting with Vienna was fun. Though their words were often loaded with sexual undertones, they were both too good of friends to actually act on them - but I was always interesting to see her reaction. “V, you can’t give me that option. You know that. But yea, I might eat your couch if we don’t eat. I’m thinking pizza? You can never go wrong with pizza.”

“Oh, I don’t do that. I’m always hungry. And I will always want food. I went on a date once where the guy was shocked I didn’t order a salad. I don’t really know what he was thinking. I love a good salad, but I don’t eat them all the time,” she gave a roll of eyes, shaking her head. It was probably one of the reasons she hated dating. People judged too much based on how she looked and they expected her to be a certain way. “So, I guess you can say that’s your guilty pleasure? Thank U Next is a good anthem. That’s if you have enough guys to teach you three things,” Vienna shrugged, resting against the seat. “Yes, whatever you want, Dom. I’m open to anything. Except murder. I want to be a medical examiner, but I haven’t learned enough to deal with that, yet,” a small smirk formed, setting the short hair behind her ear. “That works. Extra sausage on it, please.”

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The Art of the Intro

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Eager to get out of work and start the night, Dominic quickly cashed out, changed out of his normal uniform and bounded our the back doors of the bar. The bar was nearly empty at that point with only other staff members lingering around and slowly working through their side-duties. However, rather than submit Vienna to the awkwardness that was making small talk with the buss boys and snobby hostess’, he happily let her wait in the safety of his car. While he did consider that she would run off with it, leaving him stranded with no means of getting home, he had faith that the most she could do was lock him out and taunt him for a couple of minutes. However, to ensure it was just a couple of minutes, Dominic stopped by the kitchen on his way out and grabbed a container of French fries. Walking up to the car, Dominic’s lips curled into a stupid smile as soon as he heard the high-pitch and bubble-gum music. “Full offence, your taste in music is absolute trash,” he yelled at her from the other side of the door. Reaching for the handle, he pulled open the door and settled inside. “Your place, right?” He asked, not waiting for answer and instead starting the car in the direction of her home.

“V, you’re really playing up this prissy, pageant girl thing with all this Taylor Swift. I thought you were better than that. Ariana Grande, I can deal with. But this is pushing it.”

Once the music was playing, the blonde lowered her eyes down to her phone, not really knowing how long he would be. She wasn’t expecting too much time, but it was Dominic. A small smirk formed when she saw him with fries, giving a small shake of her head. “Full offense, but it doesn’t shock me you got yourself fries and none for me. Rude, really,” the blonde pouted as it formed into a smile. “Yeah, my place. It actually has a full furniture set,” she teased, taking a fry from the container. “Wait, so you’re cool with Ariana Grande and not Taylor? Why? Although, 7 Rings is an iconic song. Defines my life, honestly.” Vienna smiled as she changed the music back to Nirvana, resting against the seat as she took another fry. “So what do you want to do when we get there? Food? Movies? Whatever you want?”