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In his entire life, Wilfred had probably never felt like this. Some kind of mix between shocked and surprisingly, ashamed. He didn’t really know the main reason, he was stuck between the realization Bradley knew everything, and what he was about to do. Which also was one of Bradley’s idea, so he’d say she was the main reason. But even with the strange feeling inside him, Will knew he’d have to do it. It was that or running far away and changing name at the thought of everyone knowing his secrets. And the later wasn’t an option. With a small sigh, the boy made his way through the crowd, which was unsurprisingly crowded, turning his task of finding Jaren a lot harder than he’d think. It took him a few minutes of pushing people around before finally reaching him. Will stayed behind him for a moment, trying not to think about what was about to happen, and then just went for it. “Hum, Jaren? Can I ask you something?”

@jaren-rosenthal

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clxocxphas:

Cleo closed the door to the small room they had found deep in the ship, hoping that no one would walk in on her little game. She was already drunk, and a little high off some combination of mystery pills. She walked over to the table, shuffling her cards when she sat down, a smirk on her face. “So what are the rules? Betting with one item of clothing each round?” @willollyster·

Despite what most people could think, Will didn’t have any other intentions as he followed close behind her. It didn’t even cross his mind. He was just a little too intoxicated, and a good old strip poker seemed like a good entertainment. “Isn’t that the only rule of this game?” He replied with a grin, taking the place right in front of her.

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bradleymilligan:

“Hi, Willy,” Bradley cooed, glass clutched in a limp fist as she propped it to her lips for a sip before hesitating. In a flash, her free hand extended to swat harshly at his arm. “That’s for Dolores.” Scoffing lightly, she swilled the amber whiskey around her drink and mumbled down at it as if it were a captive audience. “Where’s Connor when you need him? He’d be pitching a tent over that Westworld reference.” Thin sigh escaping her, she finally paid attention to the conversation topic Will had slung out like bait into a pond he had no idea was chock full of piranhas. “Yeah, you probably save all of that stripping energy for when the camera starts rolling, right?” Light eyes alive with insincere curiosity, she prompted her eyebrows a breath higher in supposedly innocent question. “What, do you prefer not to talk about work at parties? Weird. The definition of your job is mixing business with pleasure, isn’t it?”

The sip he was taking was almost spat out at the swat on his arm. He hadn’t expected that, much like he couldn’t expect a lot from Bradley. She seemed to always manage at surprising him. “Who’s Dolores? And what’s Westworld?” He asked, eyebrows pulled in a frown. Will wasn’t well informed in the whole shows and movies field, but he sure instantly got her other, more personal, references. “I’m sorry, what?” Even if he knew what she was talking about, there was no way he’d just straight up acknowledge it. By then, he was used to lie about his real job, it was just that natural he’d sometimes forget about the actual truth. But he never had to face anyone who seemed to know about it, and it probably showed on his face. “My job is to sing in bars, and it sure is fun, but I don’t think people call it pleasure.”

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#bridgemont:ooc

“I think my New Year resolution will be to streak a little less than I did at the brawny party or at that prohibition one.” Wilfred announced before turning to face whoever was standing beside him. It only took him a split second to recognize her face. Mostly due to the fact he still haven’t forgotten any of the faces that came to him in that bunny costume. He still felt ashame when crossing one of them. “Definitely less than at that prohibition party.” He added after a moment, the words leaving his mouth before he could even stop them.

@bradleymilligan

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harrisonxellington:

“They’ve only been slept in, that’s all! Thats only a few hours, not days or anything.” He said, feeling his face heat up out of embarrassment. “Run out? Oh–That’s, that’s you trying to end the conversation. S-Sorry.”

“Let’s just drop the clothes talk. You look fine, nothing too suspicious.” Will agreed with a shrug. “No, I literally meant that ‘those pretzels are very delicious and there won’t be any left unless you hurry’. That was not a way of ending a conversation.”

#harrisonxellington #omg no i love him

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harrisonxellington:

“I got fresh air on the short walk over here. And these are clean…enough…I only put them on to go to sleep yesterday.”

“I’ll act as if you did not just say that.” Will said, waving at the pretzels. “Anyways, you should probably get some until they run out of pretzels.”

#harrisonxellington

harrisonxellington:

“I’ve laid in bed all day and I’m two seasons through sex in the city. I know I look like a mess, I’m just here to get some pretzels…”

“You look like you could need a shower and some clean clothes. Also some fresh air. But I guess pretzels could do you good too.”

#harrisonxellington

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onyxftz:

“you know,” onyx spoke, pulling at a rip in her tights, “christmas in new york really isn’t that great. especially if you’re spending it in the projects.” she took an inhale of her cigarette, watching the end burn and turn red before directing her narrowed blue eyes back towards the other. “i think i’ve almost missed it around here,” she smirked. “tell me what i’ve missed, and if it’s boring, just make something up.”

“I wouldn’t actually know what interesting things happened around here.” Wilfred started, eyes lingering on the smoke rising from the burning end of the cigarette. “I happened to be stuck in New York during that time too.” He shrugged slightly. He actually did enjoy his time back in New York, it was one of the rare moments he could spend with his family.

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