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@wallfloweresque
brandon murray. jacob scipio. 32. hs english teacher/novelist. intro. tag. edgar shephard-yang. lewis tan. 36. owner of le coeur winery. intro. tag. lucas de la cruz. taylor zakhar perez. 33. owner of hummingbird b+b. intro. tag. savannah hendricks. alisha wainwright. 35. waitress. intro. tag.
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“you might be onto something,” she points, finger wagging. “but what if we did every other finger instead ?” she gets to work immediately, looking up every now and then to nod as savannah speaks. it's been too long since she's had a true girl's night, revelling in the company of another woman with no strings attached. “i think everyone who leaves misses it,” she shrugs, “but that doesn't mean you should come back.” as much as she missed having her around, femi knew that the time away from clara wouldn't be worth it in the long run ( even if it started on off weeks ). she can empathize with savannah's need to feel sexy, and has decided to make it her personal mission to help her achieve this. “if you wanna come back, i'm never gonna stop you, but i think we can make you feel powerful and sexy with something else.” a lightbulb moment strikes her, placing the brush back into the polish and perking up. “ooh ! have you ever thought about taking an aerial class ?”
"Deal." For a few moments, she was silent as she began to paint her nails, attention fully on ensuring that the polish made it on to her nail and not her skin. Sav supposed that Femi had a point. She'd left the Lounge for a reason, and it didn't make sense to go back even if it felt like a safe and comfortable choice. She set the bottle down on the table and waited for Femi to finish so that she could polish her remaining nails with the orange. "I haven't done it, but it's been on my list forever." She flashed an innocent smile in Femi's direction, hoping that she could convince her friend to join her. "I'm down if you are?"
determination etched onto porcelain features , digits still tapping on the keys and page refreshed intermittently in hopes of a miracle. the guest repeated their name as requested , and somehow an idea came to mind — an answer that could fix this whole issue , mind figuring out that whoever took the booking misspelled their name. " DAFT question incoming , but could you spell your last name for me ? " she feels stupid , but it's an itch she has to follow and if she was wrong , she'd still make sure savannah got her time away from home to recharge and reset. " i promise i'll sort this for you , we're not giving up yet. "
"H-E-N-D-R-I-C-K-S," Savannah spelled out. She'd made the reservation over the phone, so it really was possible that her name had been spelled incorrectly. Or that she'd been misheard altogether. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she waited for the Hummingbird's employee to search for her reservation. She really didn't want to leave. Worse case, she supposed she could always spend the night with a friend or something. Maybe Lark would even be an option. "I really do appreciate you trying," she reiterated, "but it's okay if it doesn't work. It's not your fault."
ace snorts, cracking open the soda he'd picked without even really looking. only when he takes a sip does he realize it's grape. “ so she keyed his car without any proof ? ” questions, eyebrows shooting up. he sounds shocked, for all of two seconds, before he's shrugging like he gets it. “ you know what ? good for her, man. i mean, maybe a little ahead of herself, but you gotta admire her spirit. " gestures vaguely with the can, another gulp taken. always a little too much to say. “ if i was into the marriage thing — which, definitely not — she'd still be someone i'd want walking down the aisle to me. she's a woman of action. right to it, no messing around. that's someone you want in our corner. the type to come out swinging with a baseball bat if someone fucks you over. ” a pause, shifting to face brandon a little, expression more animated now. “ besides, he's a man. can you blame her for jumping to conclusions ? unfortunately, as a whole, the many have tarnished the few and we are, by all accounts, complete trash. ”
"I was ten seconds away from proposing myself," Brandon laughed. He'd been so engrossed in the story that he hadn't gotten any writing down that day, but it had been worth it. He'd just have to write more tomorrow. "I should have probably gone over and introduced myself. Asked her if she wanted to move in with us if he messes up again. A woman like that doesn't deserve to be tied down to an idiot." It was fun to think about but, in the moment, Brandon had been too awestruck to think practically much less to be charming. So that was an opportunity lost. "Anyway, that was my day. What'd you get up to today?"
“I might not be the best person to ask ‘cause that sounds badass.” He might not have kids of his own but he had nieces and nephews he wouldn’t have had second thoughts about dressing up in full Kiss regalia. “Alright. Trying to take it easy this summer. A lil’ Nina Simone might do the trick. But if you want left field, we have…”eyes squint towards the ceiling as he runs his hand along the top of a bin of records, pulling one out at random. He holds it up at Savannah, “Beastie Boys? That up your alley? No sleep ‘till a Brooklyn guaranteed.”
"It's definitely getting added to the potential halloween costumes." At this point, Clara would probably have five different costumes. There were just too many good options. "I could never say no to some Nina," she admitted. The singer was a legend for a reason. "Can't say I've spent a lot of time listening to Beastie Boys, but if you're suggesting it, I'm not saying no. The whole point of this was to branch out a bit."
there it was . the talk of love & romance . clark musters a smile . well , maybe it would be good practice to tell someone else . “ actually , ” he starts , letting the god awful idea ruminate a bit longer before committing . his left hand moves towards the surface of the table , wedding band on display . it wasn't his fault if edgar noticed , right ? wrong . he looks to his brother-in-law , a nervous smile plastered onto his features . “ i haven't really told anyone yet … ” anyone meaning , anyone with the last name shephard ( save for his twin sister ) . a big pause forms , silence filling the atmosphere . he exhales , pressure releasing & building simultaneously . “ right so , anyway . the art scene ? it's alright . it's building . getting bigger . sort of why i came here . ” well , second reason why he came here . family always first , right ? “ i'm hoping to eventually open a gallery space here . might have to be a pop up for now though . everything is up in the air . ”
Edgar was perceptive, but as the air between them shifted, he couldn't help but feel slightly on edge. The words I haven't told anyone yet echoed in his ears. He wanted desperately to be a safe place for his brother-in-law, but was this a secret he needed to keep from Marco. Or rather, another one. "That sounds like a good aspiration," he replied, allowing the conversation topic to shift. "Do let me know if there's anything I can do to assist. Actually..." He leaned in slightly, "and this is between you and I for right now, I am working on purchasing property in the area. So, maybe we can work out a partnership of sorts, or you know, if you're ever in the market for an angel investor..." He trailed off, a smile tugging at his lips. "So, would you like to talk about the other thing?" He motioned towards Clark's hand. "Or shall I pretend to have not noticed?"
she seals the deal with a shake , mentally noting that she could fake an allergy to avoid potential poor taste on his part . though , how could he have poor taste if he was talking to her ? “ you shouldn't be offended , it's all fun & games , is it not ? ” she shoots him a look , as if this was the final question on a pop quiz .
"Sure, sure," Luc agreed. "Fun and games" Though he could definitely be accused of taking himself too seriously. "So," he said as stood in front of the containers of ice cream, trying to decide on a flavor. "How about cereal milk?"
jacob scipio in bad boys: ride or die bts ( 2024 )
hadley was too late to applying to do the kissing booth. in a way, she was glad she hadn't gotten to it in time. especially because of the fact that she didn't know if she wanted to see passed people. whether that be hookups or exes that she's kissed coming up to her to try and get one. " how'd they get you into doing the kissing booth? " she would question curiously. " i debated but the signup sheet was all filled by the time i even heard about it. "
It was a good question, Sav had to admit. "I was trying to convince myself to do something outside my comfort zone," she answered with a self deprecating laugh. "Joke's on me. This is definitely that." It was worth the experience, though, or so she was telling herself. "Next year, I'll probably sign up for something easier."
“ courage to be disliked , ” serena looks up , cover flashing in his face . “ it's in the title . a little bit more nuanced i suppose . kishimi and koga basically go back & forth about why we shouldn't be bothered about what other people think of us . it's our responsibility to make change and not be blaming those around us for our inaction . oh , and if someone doesn't have the guts to tell you when something is bothering them , it's not your fault . you can't fix problems you're not made aware of & any resentment that stems from it is their own fault . i'll take a london fog , thanks . ”
"Sounds very..." Brandon searched for the correct word to describe Serena's summary of the book... "challenging," he finally settled on. He'd never really been good at reading and sticking to the advice found in self help books. They made him feel like he wasn't doing quite enough, which was probably the point to be honest. He was happy that it was working for her though. With a nod, Brandon made his way over the counter and ordered two London Fogs. He waited the few moments before heading back, drinks in hand. "It's funny," he began as he handed over her drink, "I'm really bad at reading self help books, but I enjoy a good TED talk."
Isaiah couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the scene that took place at the kissing booth. "Has there been a lot of that today?" He'd missed a good chunk of the charity event thus far — something that would've uncharacteristic of him had it not been because he'd been wrapped up in an obligation he agreed to long before he heard about this. "Oh, before I forget, you guys are just taking donations in general too, right?"
"More than you'd think," Savannah replied. She could laugh about it now that she was nearing the end of her shift, but she definitely hadn't been laughing earlier. "Should've been here ten minutes ago. It was a sea of teenagers." She laughed. "Guess I should be flattered or whatever, but I don't know, it just seems weird when you're in your mid thirties, you know?" She'd been trying her hardest not to inadvertently insult anyone. Last thing she wanted was for this to be some kid's villain origin story. "Yeah, you're more than welcome to just donate or I can give you the teenager special and give you a very motherly cheek kiss. You'd have to pay extra for a forehead kiss though, unfortunately."
astoria’s been watching from the side, sipping something pink and maybe alcoholic from a flimsy paper cup. ( it was pink lemonade if anyone asked ) she hadn’t meant to linger — but the whole thing has been too entertaining to walk away from. when the teenager stumbles off, face red and pride hanging by a thread, she steps forward just enough to be noticed. “oh, disappoint?” she echoes, brow arched, lips twitching like she’s holding a laugh. not at the other woman, but at the boy. “darling, you just gave him a core memory. let the poor boy recover.”
"I think he was hoping for another kind of memory," Savannah answered with a laugh. She hadn't meant to laugh at the kid. He'd just been shooting his shot, probably egged on by his friends. It was hard enough to be a teenager. "I'm sure he'll survive. Hopefully, they'll be someone more age appropriate scheduled for later who'll give him the moment he's looking for."
one of the very few locations frankie could be seen in was the bookstore. she was already fond of books but it was quieter than most places and she loved having the space to herself when she wasn't home or working. she didn't expect anyone to speak to her though. usually, when she was there, people left her alone. a sigh was let out before her attention went to brandon, listening to what he had to say. aside from gardening and reading, she enjoyed coffee as well, so he definitely caught her attention. taking a few seconds, as if to contemplate, she nodded in the end. “deal." she took a moment to show him the cover before continuing, "i'm reading slow burn summer by josie silver. it's basically about how an author doesn't want to do a book tour, so the talent agent ends up finding an actress to play the part. it's not that bad so far though.”
"That one's definitely ending up on the TBR," Brandon replied with a chuckle. The premise of the book seemed to hit rather close to home. Not that he even had a completed manuscript yet. So, really, he was jumping the gun, but it didn't hurt to imagine a future where he was also hesitant about a book tour. "Mine, if you're interested, is called The Amalfi Curse. It’s a dual timeline book, but like the title suggests, talks about a curse in the waters off the Amalfi Coast. It's got pirates, and witches, and treasure hunters." So far, it was a fun easy read, and while he wasn't teaching, Brandon enjoyed those. "So, about that coffee..."
lark was stood in the living room, impatiently pacing back and forth as she waited for julian to come into view. she made an immediate beeline for him as he did so, her hands going to cup his face to carefully monitor any damage. ❛ you do. ❜ she cosigned savannah's words yet her usual tone was missing, replaced by something much more reminiscent of concern. ❛ are you hurt? ❜ @astralfms
he's not in a dinner mood, but he ushers himself in with urgency as savannah prompts him to, quick to take off his shoes before going any further in. “you guys are gonna share your wine with me ?” so, they felt sorry for him. great. hands are on his face before he can process what's happening, knowing that if he pulled away from lark it would be worse than the fight he'd already been in. “not really,” he shrugs, “asshole took a cheap shot and threw deodorant at me, but it's just a scratch, don't worry.” there's a pause, followed by a sigh. “my heart hurts though,” voice quiet, head falling slightly to rest against one of lark's hands. / @wallfloweresque
Savannah was glad that Clara wasn't home to see the state that Julian was in. He didn't look nearly as bad as Savannah had insinuated, but she hated to see either of her siblings suffering, and truth be told, Jules's mood seemed to be the worst of his condition. "Poor baby," she muttered, patting the spot beside her. "What's wrong?" She knew that she probably spoiled her younger brother, but if she couldn't, who could? Sav reached over to pour them all glasses of wine, handing each glass over before she spoke again. "This have anything to do with our last talk?" @seasalteds
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