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@zeclots
⟨ ryan destiny. cis female. she/her. ⟩ ↪ have you met ariel richards yet ? this twenty-five year old capricorn has been living in the santa monica area for four years. she makes a living as a publicist, which works for their responsible, assertive, impatient, and unforgiving nature. caught by st. beauty is one of ariel’s favorite songs, and they're written by lena, 22, est, n/a. ⟨ 🌅 ⟩
brought to you by absolutely NO self-control...
mazen.
it was perfect timing, really, as just before luci’s name was called, maze got the chance to retort to the apple juice comment. “what, and watch my best friend have to take an entire loan out to pay for his shrek juice and a carton of apple juice? no way.” ask mazen and he would’ve claimed he wasn’t exaggerating. things seemingly went from bad to worse. “not the cheese, lucius!“ he called out rather dramatically. “whatever they’re paying you for this role, i’ll pay double to get you back onto mozzarella sticks.“ selfishly, perhaps, as eating alone them was no fun. “can’t your manager hook you up with a role that doesn’t require a personal trainer?“ not in hollywood, he thought, answering his own question. with the green substance being waved in front of him, maze felt embarrassingly close to hurling. “surer than i’ve ever been.”
“shrek juice?” luci laughed loudly, holding it up, “yeah, you’re not wrong- you’re funny sometimes, damn, when are you gonna try your hand at stand-up?” he teased, before uncapping the bottle and smelling it- not great, that had been a bad idea, “well, i’d require double the pay, an order of mozzarella sticks, and for you to try just a sip of this- is that worth it to you?” the pay was the main reason he had taken this particular role- it was more than he had ever made on a job. it made the workout regimen seem worth it. he took a sip cautiously, failing entirely to keep the disgusted look off of his face. that carton of apple juice was seeming like a much better idea now, “it’s, uh, it’s really good,” he muttered after swallowing, “best thing i have ever tried! you’d be amazed how healthy and energized i feel already.” he took another resentful sip, giving his best friend a thumbs up as he forced it down, “you’re gonna be so sorry that you didn’t order one too.”
nicholas.
Los Angeles hadn’t been his first choice, but since he wasn’t in a position to be picky, he packed her bags and moved here. For the first few months he swore that as soon as he had a better job offer, he would leave, but five years had passed and several job offers had come and gone, and he was still here. Why? He wasn’t exactly sure, although maybe the green juices played a part. “Oh no! You are one of them now,” he said as if he wasn’t also holding a green juice and was wearing an L.A Dodgers cap. “Listen, as long as you don’t start complaining about the traffic or tell me you are about to eat some tacos before heading to an audition, then you are not the most L.A. guy I’ve met.”
Lucius laughed, “I’ll always be a New Yorker at heart, I think my moms would disown me if I suddenly fell into the whole L.A. thing. Though, the traffic is horrible!” He hadn’t gotten his license until moving to California- Los Angeles had definitely not been a great place to learn to drive, “I miss the subway.” He always figured he’d end up back in the city that never sleeps, but he hadn’t been given the opportunity yet, “If I ever become the most L.A. guy you’ve met then please slap some sense into me!” Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but she didn’t want to be there forever. Not unless he had an especially compelling reason.
sonya.
sonya can’t help the smile on her lips. she has a hard time not eating a compliment right up. “you’re right, i’m always funny.” she sighs, as if it’s a burden she has the carry. “but thank you, i appreciate it. and it is nice having biased fans. gives me a boost of confidence.” even after everything, as long as he followed her words, she didn’t mind having him around to be supportive. “so you’d come by anything else or just wanted to see me blow my stack for seven minutes and that’s it.”
luci nodded once before taking a sip of his drink and joking, “of course, i live to praise.” he was definitely pretty biased. he shrugged then, “what? am i not cool or hip enough to hang out with the edgy comedy crowd?” he gave her a look of mock offense, “i totally fit in here and am acting very naturally!” in truth, he had pretty much just come by to catch her act, but he could still make a night of it, “but yeah... mostly came to see you. and get a little buzzed? i don’t know, the night’s still young and all that shit.”
victoria.
“Gross, isn’t it?” she quipped with a smile, hands tucked into her back pockets as she waited for the line to inch forward. “I swore I wouldn’t become a green juice person. And now, here I am not only buying green juice but waiting in line for it.” With a roll of her eyes she shifted her yoga mat into the other arm, airing out the area where the vinyl had clung to her arm. “Although, I’m pretty sure they’re doing this shit back in Brooklyn now too.”
“Same here,” Lucius chuckled, flashing her a smile, “I swore I’d never drink my vegetables, but here I am.” Of course, he did it begrudgingly, he would have much preferred one of the sweet smoothies the place also offered. But the way you looked meant way too much in Hollywood, so he was following his trainer’s orders- producers’ orders too. He nodded then, “Yeah, I guess that’s true, not the New York I once knew,” he joked, “I think it’s a relatively new thing for them- though, Brooklyn probably thinks they invented the idea.”
maitê.
right after a photoshoot that had started far too early for her liking, she’d decided to get herself a nice, hot coffee as a treat. the brazilian had been in line, casually scrolling through her instagram feed whilst mindlessly liking her mutual friends’ photos until she’d heard his voice. taken back, she stepped back from him, eyeing him carefully to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. seriously? why now? “out of all the lines in l.a., you just happen to be in this one.” karma truly was a bitch.
luci stopped, jaw nearly dropping as he realized who he had blindly been talking to, “hello to you too, maitê.” how was she allowed to be upset when she was the one that ruined what they’d had? he scoffed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck, “didn’t realize each of us got custody of certain parts of the city in the breakup...” he had been in such a good mood too, damn. he would’ve been cool with seeing practically anyone else, but it just had to be his ex. funny how things worked.
taylor.
“ i feel like every bone in my body is in the wrong place, right now. ” never one to truly exercise, the last place she’d imagine herself in would be a hot yoga class. but spending forty five minutes looking at the instructor in yoga pants did seem like a great idea. in retrospect, she wishes she had picked something more mild. “ how —– how can these people even do this? and for fun? ”
esther laughed, shrugging at the other, “it’s kinda relaxing.” she didn’t like the hot part, but she liked the yoga part, “i mean... the sweaty part, not so much, but you feel so good after, ya know? it’s not a hard as running or, like, lifting weights.” she rolled up her yoga mat- esther’s was kind of beat up, she needed a new one.
sonya.
> @zeclots reacted for a starter
“look at what the cat dragged in.” she took note of luci the second she walked out from backstage after her set. there was already a beer in her hand and it seemed not to matter that the last time they spoke she told him he was better off chasing some other cat, but no, here he was. “hope tonight wasn’t my worst night yet.” though she said this pretty much every night.
luci held up his hands in defense, a tumbler of whiskey clutched in one of them, chuckling, “i thought it was one of your best.” maybe admitting his crush had been a mistake, but it wouldn’t stop him from coming to support her or stop him from trying to be a good friend, “i laughed, at least.” he joked, “i laugh every time, though, so maybe i’m not the best judge...” he paused then, backtracking, eyes widening, “but it was great! you did great.”
bartholomew.
“oh god,” baz laughs and covers his face with his hand for a moment, shaking his head. “i think that’s actual my worst god damn nightmare. not bombing on stage. reaching a low where i have to be on riverdale.” hell, even baz thought it was going to be easier than it ended up being for him to breakthrough to dramas. but it just… isn’t.
“well, glee doesn’t exist anymore, so you gotta start somewhere!” esther teases, leaning forward slightly and talking with her hands way more than necessary, “you’d make a great mr. schue in a reboot though. maybe i’ll make a break into acting and play brittany, i think i could pull it off. plus, if you get on ryan murphy’s list of actors? you can be in a million projects- all made by him, but, ya know, still.”
mazen.
“just because something’s ‘good for you’, doesn’t mean it’s good for you.“ although what he’d said made little sense, to his best friend, he could only hope that it did. regardless, he’d waited for luce to finish his session with his trainer - the least he could do was wait another ten minutes for him to get his juice. but he couldn’t help by intercept. “yeah, apples on their own. you could buy a gallon of apple juice for half of what they’re charging you here.” mazen tried not to sound bitter, like he was being chosen over a kale smoothie, “why does everyone have to mess with the feng shui of the fruit and veg kingdom?“
lucius pursed his lips slightly, laughing at the other man, “i think that’s exactly what that means? but... i mean, yeah, it’s not gonna be good for my taste buds, that’s for damn sure- you could always drink half for me.” he suggested, before nudging his best friend with his elbow, “oh, or i could buy you one of those little apple juices they sell for the kids.” he picked up his drink as it was finally called out, “i think they’re trying to make vegetables more edible- i thought cheese did that, but apparently i’m supposed to cut back on dairy to really help physique or whatever. i don’t know, being an actor is wack sometimes.” he held the bottle out to him, “you’re sure you don’t want some?”
bettina.
“in my defense, i was too lazy to make anything else. work has me drained. why are rich people so particular about their diets? why can’t they just order chicken or something?” she complained to her best friend and roommate. “yeah but it’ll probably leave a mark. whatever. god gives his hardest battles to his sexiest warriors so i’m still winning.”
“uhhhh, because rich people are so privileged and think they can have whatever they want?” she shrugged, “i don’t even know what caviar tastes like- is it good?” she was genuinely curious and bettina would know, right? she was a goddamn chef! esther laughed then, play flirting, “then you must be fighting a lot of hard battles, huh?”
meredith.
meredith snorts at the others words. she has the list of juices to get for jill in one hand and her phone in the other, mindlessly scrolling through instagram. she peers up at the other in front of her in line. “oh, yeah. if you’re not drinking a green juice and going to sweetgreen, you’re not really in l.a. it sucks that the stereotypes are actually kinda good.”
“honestly, why can’t the stereotypes be, like, have the world’s best and biggest cheeseburgers or best at being lazy,” he laughs, “those would be a lot more fun. instead we have to be healthy, huh? though, i have never eaten at a sweetgreen, so maybe i’m out here breaking stereotypes.” luci jokes.
maitê.
in typical maitê fashion, she had gone to esther’s place after such a disastrous meeting with her agent, and in hopes of the other female distracting her. even so, that plan had backfired, considering she’d ended up ranting about how terrible her day had gone anyway. thankfully, esther had always been an effective listener. “duh. i know i’m sexy,” she teased her with a girlish, uncalculated giggle, unlike the one she’d memorized and put to use when she wanted or needed something. “it’s just frustrating, es. i’m twenty-five and i still haven’t won anything noteworthy.” the plethora of awards, nominations and titles she’d garnered over the past two years had been nothing compared to the success she wanted for herself.
maitê’s giggle brought a warmth to esther’s chest and she dropped beside her on the couch, nodding at her, “i can imagine.” esther was thankful that she wasn’t an actress- or in showbiz in general- it would stress her out beyond belief. maitê was super resilient, esther had always thought so. she cautiously took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “hey... you’re, like, the best actor i’ve ever seen. you’re only twenty-five. soon enough you’ll have every oscar, emmy, and golden globe! and i’ll cheer you on from my couch.” she grinned, laughing quietly, “you have plenty of time. i mean, you’re already kicking ass, you’re on entertainment tv and stuff all the time- and i’m always like ‘omg i know her!’ and then my roomie’s like ‘can you shut up about maitê?!’ and i’m like ‘uhhh, no, she’s great!’” realizing she was rambling, esther ducked her head, a bashful look on her face, “but... yeah, you’re super talented. the roles will come because you deserve it.”
