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annabellelawson‌:

A playful roll of her eyes was the obvious answer to the man’s comment, her perfectly polished fingers finding solace around the thin stem of her glass - without a ring to be found. “A charmer, I should have known,” she acknowledged in a relaxed tone, allowing herself to humor him as an exception - a very special circumstance where she’d ever allow a man to make such a pass at her. After plucking a green olive from the toothpick with her teeth, she gave him a smile. “I got caught up in traffic… you know how New York is, baby.” Her voice was sultry as ever as she finished off her drink, her tongue gliding over her crimson lips in search of any remaining liquid. “Absolutely, I’m quite parched.”

“I’ll forgive you this one time,” Sebastian responded, fully engaged and fascinated by the woman. He loved to play this game and the fact that she was letting him was enough to get the man grinning. “But you’ll have to make it up to me,” he added, waving the bartender over. “The lady will have another and keep them coming.” His attention returned to her, a smirk remained on his lips as his eyes took her in completely, well as much as he could in her seated position, but even then he could see that she was stunning. “What’s your name beautiful?”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. annabelle )

nash-tori‌:

If anyone was looking for coy and reserved, Tori was not the place to find it. Despite her rigorous and uptight profession, she was the exact opposite of the typical stick-in-the-mud ballerina. The man’s smirk was clearly a challenge he didn’t think she’d accept - little did he know that the brunette was never one to back down from a challenge, especially in the kissing capacity. “Okay,” she shrugged her shoulders, reaching up to cup his jaw as she leaned in to give him a soft little smooch on his lips. Her admiration of them prior was founded - he had really nice lips. “You have lipstick, just there,” she smirked to mirror him, poking a painted fingernail in the direction of his upper lip as she raised her shot glass up. “Now’s the time when I should probably start acting sloppy drunk and all, ‘oh my god I’m not normally like this.’ But even sober as a judge I’m like this, blessing or curse. Cheers.”

Pleasantly surprised by the brunette’s boldness, Bash couldn’t wipe off the smirk on his lips for a good minute or two. He had anticipated her to laugh off his request, as most people would but rather, she went for it and left the man in absolute awe. He was unquestionably a fan. “A blessing I would say,” he affirmed, quickly feeling a lot more satisfied in his seat and although he urgently wanted to grab her face and pull her closer to get a better taste, Sebastian’s hand wasn’t currently cooperating, stubbornly lingering lifelessly on his lap, he opted to follow her lead and grab a shot glass with his other hand. “Cheers beautiful — to kissing strangers.”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. tori )

imuseforu‌:

[[ SEBASTIAN ]] — @xsebastiananderson

“Yikes,” Samantha mumbled into the phone that was glued to her ear. “And I thought I had issues. Tell him it’s 200 bucks an hour but I can go for as long as he wants. Yes, I know what I can use for a whip.” After a moment, the blonde noticed a curious ear listening in to her conversation. “This ain’t my first phone sex rodeo, cowboy.” Promptly hanging up the phone, she turned to her eavesdropper. “That’s rude, you know. Listening into other people’s conversations.”

Captivated — it was the way the blonde always made him feel, it wasn’t solely because she was drop dead gorgeous, it was the way she spoke and carried herself. Like there wasn’t a damn thing in the world she cared about, something Bash could relate to entirely. The man grinned once he was caught listening in to her conversation, not an ounce of shame on his features. “My mama didn’t raise me right,” he stated playfully. “Besides now I’m dying to know what issues this guy has? I mean, there’s a whip involved. I need to know more, Sam.”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. samantha )

jaygagnon‌:

“Wouldn’t know. Clearly, out of the two of us, I’m not the expert on women’s footwear,” Jay snorted, shaking out another cigarette from its pack and propping it between his lips before offering the pack over to Seb. Beyond simple hair of the dog, chainsmoking seemed the only reasonable solution to his pounding head. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm - I could have left your ass to the wolves on several occasions, pretty boy,” Jay deadpanned before sucking back a deep drag and pointing ahead of them. “Cafe up the street,” he answered with full lungs before blowing out the stream of smoke. “Steak and eggs give L’Avenue a run for their money, believe it or not… and there’s this hot little Cuban chick that works there.”

“Careful, people might start thinking you’re like in love with me or something,” Sebastian jested, grabbing one of the cigarettes from the pack, lighting it and plopping it to his mouth. He knew he shouldn’t have, in fact, all the doctors advised against it, but it was a hard habit to break and what did he care anyway? He was almost certain there wouldn’t be any cancer sticks in hell, so he had to have his fun while he still could. “Sold,” the man announced, a smirk growing on his lips at the mention of a girl — women seemed to be the one thing Seb was having the toughest time parting with. “Are you bangin’ her or can I call dibs still?”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. jay )

cohenkramer‌:

“Bash, I swear to god if you ask me when I’m going to be done one more time,” Cohen groaned, massaging the bridge of his nose after pulling off his thick-rimmed spectacles and tossing them onto his desk. He was going on hour 12 of staring down his string of computers, trying to make sense of codes and codes and more codes. “If you would like to attempt to hack a government agency, I would absolutely love to see you try.”

@xsebastiananderson

“What are you gonna do, pipsqueak?” Sebastian humorously challenged as he poked the side of Cohen’s head, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Is that big brain of yours gonna hulk out and punch me?” The man continued, knowing well that the other was beyond irritated at this point, but he was bored and the faster they finished, they faster they could leave. “Nah, I’m good man. I just want to get this over with so we can go get a beer or something.”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. cohen )

elliotaldrsns

xsebastiananderson

( — @jaygagnon )

#⌜ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡғᴜʟʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⑊ muse.⌟

marveladdicts

#⌜ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡғᴜʟʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⑊ muse.⌟#blood tw #violence tw

annabellelawson‌:

During her entire trip from London back home to New York City, Anna felt nauseous and panicky, unable to find any ounce of comfort in the idea of facing her “old” life, one that she had done her best to pretend didn’t exist for the last handful of months. However, as much as she tried and tried, life just didn’t work that way. It didn’t mean that she couldn’t delay reality just a little bit longer by lying about her flight itinerary and landing a whole 13 hours before she had told Michael. After freshening up in her lavish Manhattan suite, she found her way to the hotel bar with one goal in mind: distraction. She could be anyone she wanted to be for just 13 more hours.

As she set down her dirty martini, she clasped her hands together over the bar, her piercing olive gaze falling upon the man nearest her. “Waiting for someone?”

@xsebastiananderson

The city that never sleeps had taken its claws and ripped Sebastian into shreds within just a few days of arriving; unable to pull off any cons during his short stay at the small Michigan town the man was desperate at this point. It was only all the more disappointing to arrive at New York city and not be able to even swipe a few credit cards off strangers, was he losing his touch? Or was it all just really bad timing? It was difficult to tell, but Bash wasn’t the type to sit around and ponder, instead, he decided to try again tonight — finding his way to any expensive looking bar for unsuspecting victims with pockets full of cash and watches that would sell nicely on the streets.

“For you,” he responded with a sly smirk at the female’s question, gaze swiftly scanning her over to determine just how much he could get away with. “My whole life,” Sebastian added playfully. “You’ve taken far too long to arrive, my darling. Let me buy you a drink?”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. annabelle )

tvandfilm

#⌜ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡғᴜʟʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⑊ muse.⌟

thisyearsgirls

#⌜ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡғᴜʟʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⑊ muse.⌟#violence tw

nash-tori‌:

It was simply a knee-jerk response – even in her current state Tori knew that telling someone they had pretty eyes was likely a little less creepy than complimenting the fullness and natural curve of a stranger’s lips. She had no clue who she was looking at, at least until he removed his sunglasses – drunken tunnel vision at its finest. “Hey, it’s yoouuuu,” Tori sang in obvious inebriation as a look of appreciation and recognition shone across her face, cheeks dimpling at her toothy grin. She patted the seat beside her, a quiet apology flashing in her own eyes. “I’m sorry I was a brat. Do you forgive me?” she slurred, cupping her chin in her hand as she looked up at the man.

If there was something Sebastian was far from, that was serious, seeing the state the woman was currently in he couldn’t help but laugh, remembering their first encounter. He didn’t hesitate to accept her quiet invitation, taking a seat by her side before meeting her gaze. “Alright,” he started, mirroring her infectious grin. “But only if you give me a little...incentive,” Seb added, trying to stifle a laugh at the thought currently swimming around his brain. “Right here,” his index finger was pointed at his lips, seeing as she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off them anyways. “Go on sweets, plant one on me and all is forgiven.”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. tori )#LOL whoops

nathaniel-wallace‌:

“Then I’ll call you one and pay for it.” He said, pulling out his phone. “I can’t in good conscience let you walk off like this.”

“Really?” Seb asked, eyebrows raised at the willingness of the other. “You mind throwing in some extra cash? I haven’t had lunch, it’s...been a rough day,” he pleaded, knowing he might’ve been pushing his luck, but what the hell did he care.

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. nathaniel )

annabellxlawson‌:

Annabelle gave him a look that would have frozen the bowels of Mr. Vesuvius, flipping her blonde hair expertly over her shoulder. “If you don’t wipe that slobber from your chin, you’ll find this pretty shoe so far up your ass that you’ll be eating Louboutin for a week,” she said. “Now back off.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her response, mostly because well, he was drunk but the frightening look she shot his way only made Sebastian speak up again. “Ouch, I hope there’s a bite with that bark,” he stated, another laugh falling from his lips. “I think I’d prefer to eat Valentino, much classier, will probably be smoother going down,” he jested. “Calm down princess, all that bitterness will give you wrinkles.”

#( — interactions. )#( — ft. annabelle )

hopefeir

#⌜ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡғᴜʟʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⑊ muse.⌟

nathaniel-wallace‌:

“Thanks, I grew it myself.” He joked. “You know, you should be careful walking down this stretch of sidewalk piss drunk. There’s a blind curve head that some people take too fast. I’ve seen sober people get clipped. Might do you well to have a sit while you sober up, or call an uber.”

“Ah, thanks for the heads up,” Sebastian spoke, another chuckle falling from his lips even though nothing was funny at all, but he was clinging hard to the alcohol coursing through his veins, wanting to remain drunk for as long as he possibly could. “I don’t have enough cash for an uBer though, so I might have to risk that whole curve thing. It was a good life, just in case it ends today.”