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livenationlushingtonhk: @dnce They are super nice! Who wants to take a selfie with them?
just been having mental breakdowns nbd
stuckontheinside:
Allister rolled his eyes. He was way too familiar with this whole ‘routine’ being friends with Eli, hence why he stayed when he knew he pissed the man off. When the photographer reappears from the bedroom, he rises from the couch– “Dude, c’mon, man. You know I’m sorry and didn’t mean it, alright? It’s just busy with the… kids… and shit.” He hated using the pups as an excuse but it’s not like he could tell Eli ‘oh, and by the way, I’ve been really busy lately because the gang I used to roll with is using me as their personal medic – completely disrupting my sleep cycle and life and well aware of where I work now’.
Eli keeps a straight face as he scrolls though his phone, liking a photo of a girl in a bikini immediately after some political joke. He won’t let this faze him. “No, you’re busy, I get it.” He finally looks up, then crosses his arms over his chest in a defensive manner. He’s going to really lay into him now. “But if you’re a busy person, you have to learn how to fucking manage it. Listening to me talk takes two minutes, three if I’m being an asshole. If that’s too long for you, you’re more than welcome to leave. I’ll have to start getting ready soon anyway.”
♜ from vegas !!
♜: Whispering dirty things into my muse’s ear
eyebrows shoot up as he leans into her touch, her lips brushing against his earlobe as he listens to her. after some discussion, he’s realized that they’re not in any rush -- he can manage to relax a little, to tone things down. he’s got a hand on her thigh while she continues to rattle off her plans for the evening, in great detail. every other word is setting off fireworks in his head, and he’s sure that the second they get home tonight, they’re not wasting any time. “you talk a big game.” he finally murmurs when she’s done, his grip tightening on her just a little. “you watch your mouth, or i might have to put you in your place.”
stuckontheinside:
“I– I don’t know? I guess pretty freakin’ sick?” He’s distracted. Too distracted. Normally, he’d be good enough to just talk to Eli despite the distraction but today’s pretty bad. His thumbs move swiftly along his phone’s screen, typing out texts faster than he can think. He can practically feel the judgment coming off in waves from the lack of attention he’s providing. “I– Yeah, I’m sorry, dude. I know I’m being a douche–” He hastily types out another reply and sends. “–Things are just busy.” He drops his phone in his lap. If he doesn’t see the text, he doesn’t have to reply to it. Grabbing one of the throw pillows on the couch, he groans into it. “So–! J. Cole? Barclays? That’s…” Allister has never been up to date with a large variety of things but he knows well enough that J. Cole is an… artist? Singer! He’s listened to a song or two. Definitely. “You’re gonna have to take pictures though, right? Like, you can’t just watch someone and get paid to do it?” Then again, YouTube was a profession and that particular line of work paid nicely when done right.
Eli is a specimen very used to attention. He was a cute kid, a popular teen and an attractive adult; there’s always been eyes on him at some point. So the moment someone brushes him aside, when they ignore what he has to say (especially when it’s the first important thing he’s said in months), then he’s gonna get a little pissed off. “Taking pictures is second nature. I don’t have to try too hard.” he mutters, then reaches for the phone in his lap and tosses it onto the chair a couple of feet away. “And I was gonna see if you wanted to come, ‘cause that would be cool -- free show, backstage, the whole nine yards, but you’re clearly too busy. It’s fine. There’s like, ten other people I could think to invite.” with a tight-lipped smile, Eli stands (with his trail mix, of course) and walks back to his bedroom where he’ll get changed into his outfit for the night -- dark jeans and a graphic t-shirt, respectively. When he comes out to see Allister still there, he raises both brows and sits on the chair he’d tossed the phone onto earlier. “Too busy to listen to me, but not busy enough to leave, huh?”
“so, guess what i get to do tonight.” eli emerges from his bedroom with just a towel around his waist, allowing his body to “air dry” -- it’s actually just an excuse to show off the physique he’s worked on for years. he waits for a guess while he scrounges the kitchen cabinets for a snack, eventually satisfying himself with a bag of trail mix he’d forgotten about. when they finally make a few suggestions, he rolls his eyes and joins them in the living room, deliberately sitting on the couch closer to the remote. “i know a guy who knows a chick who completely fucked up with j. cole, and he’s missing a photographer for the next two nights. enter, me. i get paid to see j. cole at barclays. how sick is that?”
sorry fam i got some not great news and then i had like a day and a half of a pretty bad headache. i’ll get back to it once i’m feeling better!
cnedance:
nova watched him write his number down, her eyes glancing over to all of his friends that were distracted by other conversations to pay any attention to him. it had her thinking of an idea while she slipped the napkin into her jacket that was hung up on the wall. “okay well…why don’t you tell me about all these better restaurants…and wait for me to clean up…instead of leaving with them??” she shrugged, folding a towel that was in her hand while she looked over at him, “i mean, if you want to. or i can call you…maybe…maybe not…” her eyes were playful now, in a better mood knowing that her shift was over.
he pauses for just a second, making sure that he’s heard her correctly. “just let me go tell ‘em to scram.” he nods, turning on his heel to inform his friends that he wouldn’t be leaving with them. looks of amusement turned into that of disbelief, and they muttered a few vulgarities to him before collecting their things and leaving. eli heads back to nova, taking a seat at the bar while he waits for her. “what are you in the mood for? i’ve got a place for pizza, chinese, burgers, mexican -- you name it. all within a walking distance, all open this late.”
caelestes:
lettie: very cute lettie: i need to stay here or my parents will kill me lettie: don’t wanna be cut off !!! lettie: then how would i afford all that lingerie you like so much !
eli: i mean i wouldn’t mind if u never had to wear underwear ever again eli: a risk i’m willing to take
Joe Jonas
Joe Jonas in ‘Boys’.
Charli XCX - Boys
cnedance:
nova didn’t want to give the guy any attention here, and plus…him saying that he wasn’t being creepy made him creepy. the thought itself made her laugh and she set down the dishes before looking at him. “you realize…saying that you’re not creepy? makes for the biggest creeper of all time, honestly.” she puts the dirty dishes on the rack for the other guy to pick it up and start the washing process. “you want to make me dinner?? the waitress…that served you drunk as hell?? sounds like a romantic start,” she rubbed over his arm before untying her apron and setting it down on the counter, “look…if this is some bet or joke with your friends over there? spare me the embarrassment of being the end of a conversation, okay? i’m exhausted after this shift.”
he laughs softly at her point, nodding before he reaches for a napkin that’s left on a table. “okay, fair point. but the fact is if i’d met you at a bar, i would’ve spent all night trying to get your number, so,” he writes his name and number down on the napkin, then pushes it toward her, a smile on his face. “i’m eli. it’s not a bet, and i’d love to see you again sometime. i’m not gonna come in here, ‘cause that’d be weird and i don’t like the food, but if you would rather go out to some other restaurant i’d be more than glad to take you. i’ll be sober all day tomorrow, so call me, text me whenever.” he nods and takes a couple steps back, offering a wave in her direction. “have a good night.”