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T O N Y X G A R C I A
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Outfit: Here
Location: Apartment 5D
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T O N Y X G A R C I A
_____ T H EXT O U G HXO N E _____
Outfit: Here
Location: Apartment 5D
Dialogue Color β¦ #FF5100
Thought Color β§ #AF0100
Sliding her phone back into the pocket of her hoodie, Tony focused on cutting the pie, deciding to go with slicing up the dessert now so that all of the cuts would be even. Luckily, by the time Brooklyn had called her a bitch, the cutting was done because Tony was pretty sure she would have nicked herself from how hard she laughed. Had she been high school Antonia, Tony was very much aware that she and Brooklyn would have never become as comfortable in one another's presence as they currently were. In fact, Tony was pretty sure they would have had to duke it out during that first month of her and Weston staying in the building because her during her high school days was brash, sensitive, and abrasive - barely constrained and easy to rile. Though still abrasive and a touch audacious, she was tempered enough not to take everything you seriously and Brooklyn's brand of tough girl magic, as Tony called it, spoke to her own.
Reaching into the cabinet under the sink where she had stowed away paper plates to minimize on the dish washing, Tony ripped the plastic covering to fetch a plate, closed the cabinet, and retrieved a slice of pie from the pie dish. She put the knife in the sink and the pie back in the fridge, humming in delight as she's licked the whipped cream that gathered on her finger during the slicing process. "Your loss," she mused, taking a fork from the dish rack, grabbbing her fork and plate, along with her half-finished beer and headed over to the table the blonde was occupying with the beer she decided on. While Tony knew that not a lot of people favored beer much, not when they could have syrupy sweet alcoholic beverages, she had grown up surrounded by beer drinkers. She had also grown picky about it, which is why she usually stuck to the North Coast Old Stock Ale and kept it around the house. She didn't even bother getting a large shipment of it for the bar to avoid dealing with the older beer drinkers who claimed it wasn't as bitter as the real beer that stayed in their hands. It was good enough for her with its slightly effervescent mouthfeel and soft carbonation. Plus, it's sweet maltiness intermingled with notes of caramel and long, slightly bitter finish warmed her the way drinking whiskey did.
Tony snorted softly at the idea of Wes and Holly as she took a seat, shaking her head in mild amusement. It wasn't even a slight against Holly; she was such a pretty little sweetheart. It still surprised her, even with the girl's childlike mannerisms, that Makayla didn't have to bat at least some of the guys in Holly's grade away. "Yeah right," she scoffed on a grin, digging in to get a forkful of pie. "Pretty sure baby girl is missing a few choice parts to be Wes' type, but ok. I'll let him know his status change when he's back from the store. Needed a few things." Tony popped the forkful into her mouth, sliding the fork out through her tightly-pressed, full lips on a soft moan at the texture of the creamy filling combined with the crumbly crust at the bottom. "Damn, I'm good," she commented off-handedly. Tony pointed at Brooklyn with her fork as she continued to speak. "Look, you can go on and reject my very welcome and gracious invitation to sit at a table with a bitch you don't like all you want. Just don't be surprised when you hear that my food is better cuz I warned you." Tony was being notably playful, though she wasn't in the company of those she would like to think she was being playful. With Brooklyn, she didn't have to care. At the same time, Tony didn't actually wish a bad dinner for Cara, though that was more for the benefit of those who were going to partake in whatever feast the girl had planned. Even though Tony was partly serious about thinking her meal was going to be better.
Reaching into the cabinet under the sink where she had stowed away paper plates to minimize on the dish washing, Tony ripped the plastic covering to fetch a plate, closed the cabinet, and retrieved a slice of pie from the pie dish. She put the knife in the sink and the pie back in the fridge, humming in delight as she's licked the whipped cream that gathered on her finger during the slicing process. "Your loss," she mused, taking a fork from the dish rack, grabbbing her fork and plate, along with her half-finished beer and headed over to the table the blonde was occupying with the beer she decided on. While Tony knew that not a lot of people favored beer much, not when they could have syrupy sweet alcoholic beverages, she had grown up surrounded by beer drinkers. She had also grown picky about it, which is why she usually stuck to the North Coast Old Stock Ale and kept it around the house. She didn't even bother getting a large shipment of it for the bar to avoid dealing with the older beer drinkers who claimed it wasn't as bitter as the real beer that stayed in their hands. It was good enough for her with its slightly effervescent mouthfeel and soft carbonation. Plus, it's sweet maltiness intermingled with notes of caramel and long, slightly bitter finish warmed her the way drinking whiskey did.
Tony snorted softly at the idea of Wes and Holly as she took a seat, shaking her head in mild amusement. It wasn't even a slight against Holly; she was such a pretty little sweetheart. It still surprised her, even with the girl's childlike mannerisms, that Makayla didn't have to bat at least some of the guys in Holly's grade away. "Yeah right," she scoffed on a grin, digging in to get a forkful of pie. "Pretty sure baby girl is missing a few choice parts to be Wes' type, but ok. I'll let him know his status change when he's back from the store. Needed a few things." Tony popped the forkful into her mouth, sliding the fork out through her tightly-pressed, full lips on a soft moan at the texture of the creamy filling combined with the crumbly crust at the bottom. "Damn, I'm good," she commented off-handedly. Tony pointed at Brooklyn with her fork as she continued to speak. "Look, you can go on and reject my very welcome and gracious invitation to sit at a table with a bitch you don't like all you want. Just don't be surprised when you hear that my food is better cuz I warned you." Tony was being notably playful, though she wasn't in the company of those she would like to think she was being playful. With Brooklyn, she didn't have to care. At the same time, Tony didn't actually wish a bad dinner for Cara, though that was more for the benefit of those who were going to partake in whatever feast the girl had planned. Even though Tony was partly serious about thinking her meal was going to be better.