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vienna esme. 26. pittsburgher at heart. You've got your passion, you've got your pride, but don't you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true. When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

[viennaesme-calhoun]

jcksnlngfrd

“Babe, I’ve caught you snoozing with the girls. Hardcore evidence against you. It was right there on the couch and everything.” A smirk came along with the rather adorable memory. Spending the rest of the drive time going back and forth, enlightening her how a lot of the so-called ‘witches’ of both men and women were also of color making it a hate crime. (Not surprising in his eyes.) The man saw injustice everywhere for people of color and was always the first to speak up about it as well as defend those taking such things because of that stupid prejudice.

But, that subject was set aside when they got to the Salem Hotel. A dimpled grin carried them through checkout along with the bags he’d taken upon himself to get so they could reach their fantastical yet modern suit. Awaiting them inside being some white wine chilling on the kitchenette counter and little Dove candies in the shape of “Happy Birthday, V” on the bed. Special details he had made sure were there to help add to some romantic element of surprise.

“I have zero clue on what you are talking about. We weren’t sleeping. We were just laying there with our eyes closed,” she shrugged innocently. A small smile formed as he spoke, almost feeling a sense of pride for having someone that cared so much about getting justice and exposing things that most people wouldn’t notice. She was guilty of it from time to time, but being with him has helped her see it in a new light and stood beside him in support. There was enough racial violence now when everyone was said to be free, she knew that it was so much different in the past. The best she could do is stand beside him and support.

Once he took the bags, the redhead took the room keys, her eyes staying on him as they walked, noticing the smile that never faded. As she opened the room, a face of shock formed as she looked around, a smile quickly forming as she wrapped her arms around him once he dropped the bags. “I love you so much. Thank you, Jackson. You’re perfect,” she pressed her lips against his, softly pulling away. “You shouldn’t spoil me. You could get yourself in trouble. Want one?” She took one of the candies, a small memory forming from when he brought the chocolates to her at the hospital. Pausing for a moment, she moved back to him, pulling him into another kiss.

[viennaesme-calhoun]

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Giving a shout out to this man. I never knew I could love someone as much I love you. Thank you for saving me and showing me how it feels to be loved. I’ll love you for forever and a day. @jcksnlngfrd

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[viennaesme-calhoun]

jcksnlngfrd

In truth, Jackson wasn’t all that entertained bt the game itself. It had never piqued his interest, but he did at least find enjoyment in watching his girlfriend indulge on it (work or not). Thankful when it was over, he already took out the keys to their rented car on their way out. Listening to her babble again in her usual excited manner. “Logically, yes I’ll be driving. You probably want to take a quick nap anyways, but then again, you’re probably too hyped up. You’re practically bouncing.” He teased over to you with a dimple of his showing in an upturned smirk.

Setting them off soon enough to the destination of Hotel Salem. Though the woman knew where they were headed, she hadn’t seen the room he’d booked yet and the little element of surprise brought a sense of pride to him. Both feeling yet hoping she’d like it. “You think it’ll be a witchy ghost or one of the accusing assholes we’d see? If it’s the latter, I’ll gladly just see none.”

Giving a soft roll of her eyes at him, she glanced up. “I don’t nap. We know this. Plus I’m so excited to just relax and actually spend time with you since we don’t really have the same schedule,” she smiled as she rested her head against his arm. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend time together, but when she worked the home games, she left at three and came home at midnight as he worked during the day. She was thankful that she didn’t do away games unless they truly needed her to, or she would never see him.

As she relaxed in the car, the redhead folded a leg under her to get comfortable. It wasn’t a big drive, but it was definitely long enough that she needed to be comfortable. Although, her excitement was keeping her posture straight up instead of resting against the seat. “I hope a witchy ghost. How cool would that be? But I definitely hope no accusers. When I was researching more about Salem, I read that apparently they thought redheads kept the spells in their hair. Which, I never pulled out a spell before, but maybe sometime in the future. Who knows.” It wasn’t really anything new for Vienna. Redheads had every weird rumor in the book, being soulless the main one. She would have been shocked if there wasn’t anything about redheads during the 1600′s

[viennaesme-calhoun]

A Boston game on her birthday really set up a nice weekend at Salem with Jackson. It seemed fitting to celebrate a Halloween birthday at a place that is kind of creepy. It definitely fit her vibe and the fact that Jackson helped set it up made her excited. They definitely needed some time away and just relax and spend time with each other, considering their jobs are opposite shifts. Excited that he was able to go to the game, also, with her, Vienna had him sit in the press box with her, giving him a chance to see her job right there. 

Once the game was over with a win, Vienna put her items into her bag, taking his hand into hers. “I’m so excited for this. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past few days. Ready to possibly see a ghost,” the smile grew on her face a she did a little dance. I read that almost every building there is haunted, so that’s kind of really cool.” Of course seeing that things were haunted excited her more than it was probably normal. As she walked out with him to the car, the redhead glanced up at him. “Do you want to drive? You’re a better driver than I am, even if it’s the crazy California driving.”

[viennaesme-calhoun]

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This is 27.

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Boat day with the best boyfriend.

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[viennaesme-calhoun]

jcksnlngfrd​

“Should I have just said shit brown?” His brow arched and head cocked, skipping over talks of ‘before’. She was with him now and didn’t need to think on that asshole, nor did he unless he wanted to go take a visitation to beat his ass like he’d really been wanting to do. Instead plastering his cheeky expression and giving her a nod of his head. “You’re welcome for saving us of that shit brown. Maybe you should give me a reward for being such a hero. Any type of payment will do.” He gave her rear a light playful smack in that was followed with a chortle of sorts.

Lips pursed out slightly. “You know… I’ve never seen paint being made? Or was it mixed? I haven’t seen that either.” he shrugged. Not that he really cared to see the process, but at least she enjoyed it. “I’m guessing to keep in theme with the ‘ins tyle’ thing but that’s just my opinion. I’m fine with Charcoal or Dark Grey. What’s wrong with simple, anyways?” Jackson wasn’t hard to please, in truth. Sure, he did enjoy some expensive things but those were well earned. He could be just as contented so long as he had the basics in his life. “Well, if we quit chit chatting, I know we can have this room painted by the end of the days. My guess is we only need a couple coats.” His head turned then to the door to spy the gate, seeing both dogs looking in curiously. “Psh, she could but you know she’s too much of a lady for that. So, how about we start coating the rollers and getting started?” @viennaesme-calhoun​

“Still not an attractive sight,” she scrunched her face as she moved the buckets that aren’t going to be of use for this room. “I thought a navy would be nice, too, because blue is a calming color, but I don’t think it would have as much variety as this one would.” With a roll of her eyes as a small smirk formed, the redhead gave a gasp as she felt his hand, doing it back to him. “You’re pushing it with hero. We’ll just say you have more style than most do. Would that work?” Of course he really was a hero to her. It was why she started dating him to begin with. He made her see things differently and probably she was why who is now. Not that she would ever really admit that.

“It was mixed. You see the colors drop down into the bucket and then it mixes. I sometimes watch videos of paint being mixed and guess what color it’s going to end up as. I’m never right, though, which is a little frustrating.” Especially when she loves being right. “I don’t know. I remember my first car color was called phantom gray pearl. Which is quite possibly the weirdest way to define a gray. But I think car companies do that on purpose.” She wasn’t always that great with fancy colors, anyway. “Excuse me, mister. You know I can’t stop talking. It’s a curse,” she gave him a small glare, a smile forming. Nudging him with one of the rollers, Vienna smiled as she slowly knelt down to pour some of the paint out. “It’s so pretty. I’m so excited,” she smiled brightly, giving a small dance in reaction. 

[viennaesme-calhoun]

“On today’s episode of ‘What did Vienna Say” I accidentally said that one of the players pounded the other against the wall. And I didn’t realize it until the player laughed at me and asked if I should think that sentence over. My face turned red and I had to walk away so I can face palm myself,” she sighed as she shook her head. “Please tell me I’m not the only one that said something weird today.” @slchat​

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jacobfisher​:

“No, no. I’m one-hundred percent serious. She looked me fucking dead in the face and said she’d pay me fifteen hundred bucks a day for me to just follow her husband around,” Jacob said, before lifting his beer and dragging another long sip. He set it down and gave a firm shake of his head, using his hands to emphasize his next point. “That’s fucking fishy. No one is willing to pay that much to find out of their husband is cheating, right? He’s gotta be into some fucking mob shit or something, so I said: fuck no, I’m not getting into that shit. You can find some other asshole to get his brains blown out. It just sounded too fucking good to be true. But now I’m thinking, like, three grand for one fucking weekend might be worth it.” 

@slchat​

As she listened to him, the redhead furrowed her brows. “Who has that much just to throw around? Did he murder someone?” Probably not the first thought she should have. “Sometimes I feel like you should be looking into the person that hires you instead of the person they want you to look into. Some of these people just seem way too off. Maybe it’s her you should be worried about.”

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corablakely​:

@slchat​

Cora was in a sexy gothic outfit at the club that night, drinking something fruity and strong. She’d smoked a joint in the bathroom with a few friends and was at the bar currently stood in the middle of the friend group, bobbing her head to the rendition of the song by Creedence Clearwater Revival, ‘This is Halloween’. She was working on about her fifth drink and her head was spinning only slightly, thankfully not nauseous as she’d sipped water in between drinks and not planning to have anymore after this. “Hey, stranger, you look lonely,” Cora called to the back of someone who had been sitting at the bar by themselves for a while, not really caring who it was. “Want to dance?” Her friends were uninterested in dancing, and she really liked this song. “It’s for a good cause. I’m bored,” she murmured as she wandered over to the other, flashing them a smirk. 

It wasn’t often when Vienna went to hang out with some of the team, but with her boyfriend working late, she figured that she could get out of the house for a little. The club definitely wasn’t her scene, curling up in the corner of the bar with an old fashioned, hoping that she could go home soon. How long until it’s reasonable to go home? She was counting down the time. Reading an email, she heard a voice, slowly turning her head to see the blonde. “Oh, I don’t dance. I’m sure some of the team would like to though,” she pointed over to the group of guys. 

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gemmalockhart​:

It must have been hours since Gemma had actually checked a clock. Her phone was safely tucked away in her purse, sitting off to the side as she painted. If there was any texts or calls, they went unnoticed. The only thing that managed to capture her attention was the tiny bell above the door, the only indication that she wasn’t alone. As it chimed, she had just finished her final brushstroke and peered over her shoulder to the person who had walked in the door. Taking a step back from the canvas, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a tiny trace of paint behind. It perfectly matched with the splotches of paint that coated her jeans and shirt. Maybe it had been a bad idea to forgo a smock. “You have impeccable timing. I just finished and was hoping to get an opinion. What do you think?” Her hands rested on her hips as she stood back and admired her own piece of work. It wasn’t her best, she could admit that, but it wasn’t terrible. Streaks of color blended together matching the hues of a California sunset with no rhyme or reason to it. It was just pretty to look at, but that was what would sell.

Normally Vienna wasn’t near artwork, but buying a home meant that she wanted some things to fill the walls. She wanted to brighten the rooms a little with pieces of art that was made from someone local. It was better to support local businesses when it came to artwork in any sort. Walking into the shop, the redhead glanced around, green eyes studying each piece. Once she heard a voice, a smile formed on her face as she moved closer. “It’s gorgeous. The coloring is perfect for the sunset and skies. Is it being sold?” A little too bold, but she couldn’t help it. That could be the perfect piece that would look good in her living room.

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katyaxsokolova​:

“I’ve already told you! My answer is no!” Katya snarled into her cellphone, cutting off the Hollywood producer on the other end. “How many times must I say it?! No, non, nyet, no fucking way.” Her grip on the device tightened, knuckles turning white. “You could give me all the money in the world and my answer wouldn’t change. I don’t want anything to do with any of you, and if any of you try to come near my family name I will fucking bury you under so many legal fees and court dates that your descendants will curse your name. Good bye.” She hang up angrily, glaring at the screen. “The nerve of some fucking people.” She snarled.

Standing in line, the redhead was checking her work email, giving a small sigh as she ran the free hand through her hair. It was her favorite time of year, but the start of hockey season meant that she would start becoming much more busy than what she was the whole summer. Hearing the woman almost yell on the phone scared her for a moment, taking a step back. Yelling in any sort brought back memories that she tried to keep hidden, biting her bottom lip. “I guess asking if you’re okay is the wrong thing to ask?”