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londonxxcalling·:

“Don’t worry about it” said Eden with a smile of her own. “I know how that goes.” She couldn’t count the number of times she’d been kept late because of a meeting. Luckily her baby-sitter usually understood. “Why do some people like using 50 words when 10 would be sufficient?”

“Because they like to hear themselves talk,” Zelda answered honestly, shrugging her shoulders as she shrugged her jacket off and placed it on the back of the chair. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long. Hate to leave someone as pretty as you alone for longer than a moment.” She smiled teasingly. 

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brittleglassheart·:

“If I perhaps hire more than is usually necessary then I might manage to get staff that are potentially good enough. We are a five star hotel and restaurant you can’t just hire anyone, it’s a complicated game.”

“I think it’s less complicated than you’re making it out to be. You really just have to reach out to the right channels,” she shrugged. She knew all about this - it was the art business game just like it was in any other business. “Any way that I can help?” She tucked her hand under her chin, propping her head up and looking toward Kaleb with a curious expression. 

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Zelda’s heels clicked on the floor as she rushed forever, her purse hanging loosely off her shoulder, her hair windblown and her cheeks red with exertion. “Sorry, sorry,” she apologized, a smile coming to her face. “My middle name should be ‘Tardy’ these days, really. My last client kept me for quite a while.” 

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julianne-ulrich·:

With the holidays approaching Julianne grew restless. She’d be out late into the night, similar to the one she walked in now. The model held tight to her nearly empty cup of cocoa as the dim glow of her favorite cafe appeared. It alwasy seemed to be opened when she needed it to be. As the brisk wind pushed its way around her, Jules quickly made her way to the cafe. Her cocoa now gone and the cup tossed in a bin. The warmth and light enguled the brunette as she stepped in. Seeing another figure surprised her, that was for sure, however after placing an order for cocoa and a scone, she approached the other. “Mind if I join you?”

Zelda had been looking at some photos of art that she was to write up for the following week, focusing too much on the pages thrown all over the table in front of her, and not much at her surroundings, the hustle and bustle of the cafe she had chosen. Her head jerked up, her mouth falling open as the woman came up to her. “Oh, uh,” she looked over her work, reaching out to move her stuff out of the way so that this stranger had room to sit. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I was taking up so much bloody space,” she tried to laugh it off, her cheeks turning a light pink. 

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brittleglassheart·:

“I cannot believe it, one of my top chefs has managed to slice off of the tip of their finger and with only a few weeks until Christmas. What am I supposed to do? With everyone coming down with this wretched illness I’m going to have to find people before things get wild.” Kaleb was stressed, beyond stressed. He had a hotel to run and a kitchen down three chefs at the busiest time of the year. “At least 50% of our income is the restaurant and I can’t have people working over time during the Christmas period, that’s unfair, they have families too.”

“I’m sure that there are people looking for jobs this time of year,” Zelda pointed out, unsure if she was just talking out of her ass or being helpful. “Everyone needs a little more money this time of year. Are you sure you can’t hire someone new?”

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katecalvert·:

Gotcha. Katherine thought as a stunning blonde turned her attention toward her as Katherine’s grin only widened at the response to the drink name. Oh, she was very blunt. Katherine enjoyed that immensely, and one slim eyebrow quirked as she regarded the woman. “Depends on what you’re in the mood for, beautiful.” She moved to hold her hand out for a handshake of introduction but the bartender was faster, pressing the glass of creamy off-white mixed liquid into her hand. She shot him a playful look before returning her gaze to Zelda. “To an interesting night.” She toasted before pulling the glass to her lips and taking a size-able sip. When the glass pulled away, a small line of white remained on her lips, which was seductively licked off as she eyed the other woman. “I’m Kate.”

Zelda’s eyes watched the woman’s every move, much like she would look at all the strokes of a painting, all the color choices and symbols within a piece. She interested her, slightly, and it was just enough to pique her interest. “Touche,” she laughed under her breath, leaning back against her seat and adjusting her body so that she was turned more in the direction of the woman across from her. Pulling her hand up, she clinked her glass against the others, taking a sip alongside her. “Zelda,” she told her, her eyes lingering on her tongue as it slid across her lips. “What brings you here tonight? Celebrating? Relaxing? A little bit of both?”

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brittleglassheart·:

“Geez, you really are desperate tonight.” Dylan tipped her head and looked at the girl with a soft sigh. “I thought that guy had been flirting with you, what’s his name?” She snapped her fingers, trying to recall the name of a male she’d mentioned briefly before. “We can ask him out, get you nice and pounded.” Sighing, the girl gave up, “Okay, so I can’t help you professionally but I guess I can help you get laid.”

Zelda scowled at her friend teasingly. She was desperate, that was true. But she really wished that she wouldn’t say it so bluntly. It made her sound pathetic. Swallowing, she wished her mind didn’t go straight to Charlie when the mention of flirting was brought up. She didn’t have time nor did she have the energy for it. “He must not have been that important if you can’t remember his name,” Zelda teased, licking her lips as she glanced down at the table. Her fingernail dug softly into the wood. “You should be a sex therapist,” she teased, her lip quirking back up as she glanced back at her friend. “Or a pimp.” 

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katecalvert·:

The fog from the day hadn’t dissipated as the sun set over London. Katherine had the day off from the grocery store but that didn’t stop her from working. Dressed in a casual outfit, she scoped out the bar nearest to the hotel she used as her go-to and stepped up toward the bar. “One screaming orgasm please.” She spoke to the bartender with a grin, watching the person beside her for any sort of reaction to the order.

Zelda had been stirring her vodka soda with the straw she had received from the bartender for a good ten minutes now, staring at the liquid as it swirled in its glass. She had had a long day, and she needed to relax. Drinking had been her number one cure, and it wasn’t working exactly.

She didn’t mean to hear her neighbor’s order, but her ears perked slightly, and her attention was drawn to the attractive woman who was suddenly beside her. Realizing that she was also being watched, Zelda turned slightly, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her legs over one another. “Is that a drink request, or something for me?” she tried, hoping that the sudden, aggressive flirting wouldn’t turn this stranger off. “And here I thought my Sex on the Beach order was provocative.”

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brittleglassheart·:

“It’s alright babe, I’ll help you. What are you in the mood for? I know you like to dip your hands into both honey pots so c’mon, let’s make a night of it and we’ll see if we can get that pretty flower of yours desecrated.” The raven haired girls eyebrows wagged, her tongue jutting out past her lips ever so slightly as she proposed a night out. “Some people like paying larger sums of money, it shows they’re getting their moneys worth. You’ve got to play your field, sweets. You think I make money by selling my art for pennies? You charge extra and they’ll think you’ve got something someone else doesn’t.”

“Are we being honest with one another?” she asked, albeit jokingly. She let out a sigh, taking the ends of her hair and wrapping it around her pointer and middle fingers. “I just need sex. I don’t really care who I am getting it from.” Zelda wasn’t picky when it came to gender. She was selfish; if they were hot, she was attracted to them. Letting out a huff, she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m a critic, though. I don’t exactly have what others don’t. I just have my opinion.” 

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rcnegcdes·:

“Oh ha-ha, you’re hysterical,” Charlie grumbled, making a face emphatically at the blonde. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans casually, every sense finely tuned to every movement Zelda made even as she looked at him properly. Had it been coming from anyone else he was almost positive her teasing would have annoyed him, would have sent him off with a frown and several passing crude gestures to add to it all, but something about her made it impossible for him to care. Every effort he’d ever made to pretend he was heartless and cold had never lasted long in the face of the genuine love of people he harbored somewhere deep in his chest— he attached to people far more easily than he ever wanted to admit, and somehow anyone who spared him more than a passing moment’s attention formed a small, indelible mark somewhere in him. 

Zelda, he mused, must have made quite a sizable mark by now. He reached up to run a hand along his jaw— two weeks worth of stubble prickled gently against his palm, and he very nearly asked Zelda what she’d think of it if he decided to grow a proper beard before he thought better of it and allowed himself to let his hand fall and slip into his pocket. “Free alcohol’s a pretty good reason to go to anything, innit it? It’s part of the reason I go to any of this formal shit if I’m not featured,” He paused, sneaking a glance in the space the words left before him, “Plus, I can’t say no to anything I’ll get to see you at. It’s a hell of a thing.” He glanced briefly at his watch, “We gettin’ close to yours?”

Zelda watched out of the corner of her eye as Charlie reached up, rubbing his fingers along the stubble that had grown in since the last time she saw him. It looked good on him - too good. Part of her wondered what it would be like to feel it chafe against her own skin; the other, more rational part of her, shut that thought down as quick as it came. Swallowing, she looked away to hide her blush, his comments causing a visceral reaction that Zelda couldn’t really fight; she only had to make sure that he didn’t see it. The idea that Charlie wanted to see her warmed her core and made her thoughts whirl in directions she couldn’t control. 

“You see me all the time,” she retorted, trying to salvage herself from her reaction. “It’s not like you need to use showings as an excuse.” She pressed her hands into her pockets to do something else with them, snorting as she shook her head. “You’re already tired of walking with me? You’re the one who offered.” She would understand, though. Not many people gave her the time of day. However, they were close, and she pointed up to her building, where her flat waited. “It’s just up here,” she admitted, and glanced over at him, this time meeting his gaze rather than hoping that he didn’t catch her staring. “Would you like to come up?” she asked, her voice suddenly quiet. 

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rcnegcdes·:

“Wonderful,” Charlie murmured, immediately following Zelda a pace or two behind for a few moments as he attempted to collect himself; it wasn’t often that he felt as though anyone in his life had him wrapped around their finger— his sisters, Erica… he allowed people that sort of hold over him so rarely it was almost laughable, but he couldn’t ignore the pull he felt for Zelda or the deep seated desire he had to impress her, to show her that he was more than worthy of her attention. He was an affectionate, flirtatious person at the very core of his being and it had always suited him perfectly well. It was always genuine, whether he admitted that or otherwise, and he wondered just how difficult it would be to convince Zelda that his flirting came from a place of the utmost desire and respect for her. 

He glanced at Zelda from the corner of his eye as they walked, admiring her quietly from his place at her side; he’d found her incredibly beautiful from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her at a gallery opening he’d been invited to but hadn’t had his work featured during. He’d been charmed by her frankness and her inability to accept any of the things he tried to do by way of talking himself up to or quietly persuading them to like him regardless of the fact that they didn’t know him at all. “Are you coming to the opening next weekend? They’re featuring some pieces of mine. I figured you’d love to rip those a new one,” He joked, flashing her an easy smile. “It’d be nice to see you there.”

Zelda was all but aware of Charlie’s presence the entire time they walked, unsure what to do with her hands, or her eyes, as she made her way back to her flat, which she shared with herself and only herself. She rarely had people over. One, because she didn’t know that many people in London, and two, because she normally went back to others’ places. She wondered if maybe Charlie was going to want to come up, and it shocked her to think that she didn’t immediately resent the idea of him invading her space. 

“Of course I’m coming,” she retorted, rolling her eyes with an amused smile on her face. She had already known about the opening for weeks. She also knew that Charlie’s pieces would be presented. She would never admit it to herself, but Zelda had hoped Charlie would be there. “You know I only do it for your own good. All the other critics are up your ass and eating out of your palm. I need to keep your head from growing too large.” Zelda turned her head, looking at Charlie as if to evaluate him. “It already looks a tad awkward in press photos.” Licking her lips as she laughed to herself, she glanced down at the ground, nodding her head. “Well, I’ll be there, certainly. There are plenty of new artists that I have been planning to check out. Plus I never say no to free alcohol.”

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brittleglassheart·:

Dylan had no qualms with whether or not someone was in her space. She had no real privacy anymore, the only thing under lock and key was her childhood and her family but those couldn’t be located fifteen thousand kilometres from home. No one needed to know what happened there, no one needed to know who she was. Everything was a free for all here in London. “Oh do you?” She smirked, leaning forward on the table to examine Zelda a little closer, detecting a lie in her words. “Then charge higher rates why don’t you? You can surely do that.”

Zelda shifted under her friend’s scrutiny, realizing that she was going to have to work on her poker face if she really wanted to make her friends believe the lies that she told. She made a mental note to work on it for future reference, preferably the next time herself and Dylan met up for coffee.”I don’t want to lose business. Increased rates means pickier clientele, which makes income more sporadic. I need it to be steady.” 

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brittleglassheart·:

“Because I crave constant human contact.” Dylan admitted with a small shrug, “And a desire to have pretty girls in my bed at all times.” She turned back to look at Zelda with a grin, “Why do you run? Why are you so afraid of pleasure? Take what you can get – which is a lot because you’re fucking stunning and the fact that you’re holding back is almost as depressing as a David Nicholls novel.” The darker haired of the two girls scrunched her nose up in thought, “You ever thought about taking a break?”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” she laughed, nodding her head as if she understood. And she did, kind of. Zelda liked attention as well, but she didn’t live off it. She liked her privacy just as much as she liked having company. She liked sleeping alone just as much as she liked sleeping next to someone. “I don’t hold back. I fuck just as many people as you do,” she lied. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept with someone. She was definitely in the middle of a dry spell. “I can’t take a break. I need the money.” 

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adriancox·:

Adrian raised an eyebrow, curious as to how that could possibly be but letting it go for the moment. “It’s an all right place. A bit less rainy than here, but not much different other than that.” At her comment to what she was drinking, he gave a slight nod. “At least it’s not one of those fruity drinks.” He raised his glass with a chuckle before taking a swig. “I’m Adrian.”

“I happen to like the rain,” she teased, though it wasn’t a lie. She had grown up in a place where rain was uncommon, but always welcomed when it arrived. It was nice to have it all the time without having to beg Mother Nature for it. “Adrian,” she repeated, nodding her head as she smiled. Offering her free hand, she watched him expectantly. “I’m Zelda.”