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13 Characters Here
Caraline Forrester [286]
Makalya Wright [282] "Patience is a virtue."
Chanel Nasiri [268]
Holly Maddon [267]
Roman Killens [229]
Brooklyn West [220]
Collin Forrester [207]
Zoey Saidi [54]
Riley Paige [53]
Ruby Barr [49]
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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R
Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
To: Chanel
I'm home and totally down!!! What kind of irresponsible are we talking? Soho house or polo lounge for dinner, rose bar or top of the standard for drinks, and i'll get us a table somewhere? Electric room? Ugh you caught me at the perfect time, I'm so in need of a night out and a catch up day with you!!!
A part of her was curious about why Chanel was intent on making bad decisions, since even if the spontaneity and energy fit Chanel, Cara automatically associated cocktails and bad decisions as being related to guys. As far as Cara knew, Chanel was dating someone. She opted against questioning it though, and it was partly because her her conscience was maybe, just maybe, hoping that that was what Chanel meant, and that she was still in her relationship, so that Chanel might do something tonight that would somehow equate to what Cara had done months ago with Nick. Then, she would have a little bit of reassurance that she could finally move on, guilt-wise, over that.
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T O N YXG A R C I A
_____T H EXT O U G HXO N E_____
Outfit: Here
Location: The Drunken Puerto Rican
Dialogue Color ✦ #FF5100
Thought Color ✧ #AF0100
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T O N YXG A R C I A
_____T H EXT O U G HXO N E_____
Outfit: Here
Location: The Drunken Puerto Rican
Dialogue Color ✦ #FF5100
Thought Color ✧ #AF0100
To: Brook
i am feelin mighty neglected. DDDDDDD;
The one thing Tony could say that she changed from when her father ran The Drunken Puerto Rican was the employee uniform. While Wes would use more sophisticated words like it being almost misogynistic or something else complicated to express dislike for the fact that most of the female employees had to wear skirts or even dresses of some kind while males had more freedom, Tony just felt like people weren't comfortable. And she hated discomfort. So, although she definitely respected her grandfather and father's legacies, Tony made some changes. She couldn't exactly stop male patrons from coming in and making drunk passes at the ladies, but she could allow the girls to wear pants that they could safely knee one of the fuckers in the groin in without feeling like they might give everyone else a peek under their skirts. Simple black top, denim bottoms of some variety, and shoes that everyone felt comfortable with wearing. It was one of the reasons why she herself was not at all in what one would constitute as a uniform. Then again, Tony just woke up on some days and if she didn't care about being too cute, then she was very willing to throw on the first top and pants she saw to go about her day in.
Which was what happened today.
"But, honey, you've been saying for five years that you were gonna put a ring on my finger and I ain't seen no bling yet," Tony whined with a pout at the bar, a twinkle of mirth in her brown eyes as she conversed with one of her frequent guests. The man in question, a one Jahil Rivera, appeared wounded, clutching his chest. He didn't speak much English, whether by choice or something else Tony couldn't fathom to know, but he understood her. And she understood him. "Cariño, ¡me haces daño! Te dije que lo conseguiré para ti." {Sweetheart, you wound me! I told you that I will get it for you.} Tony good-naturedly rolled her eyes at him and poured him another glass of shot, taking away the basket of french fries that he had finished. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she brushed him off with a nonchalant wave of her hand.
"Whatever you say." She had just thrown the contents of the basket, left over paper and ketchup-soaked napkins, into the trashcan behind the bar when the front door swung open. Tony's face lit up when she saw who it was. "Oh you did, huh?" She exclaimed, leaning up onto the counter with elbows on the flat surface so that she could comfortably stare at the two. "Well, I'm glad you did. If I didn't have someone like you in charge, Holly, he'd probably never come home and we can't have that." Tony smiled away the unimpressed stare Wes gave her. "I mean, I could get Sam over there to replace him." Rolling his eyes, Wes got the redhead to release him with a "Gonna go see if my uncle needs any help today, Holly" over his shoulder as he went. Tony's eyes followed his movement for just a moment, but then she was pulled back to beam at Holly. "So, how was your day today, kiddo? Want something to eat or drink?"
i am feelin mighty neglected. DDDDDDD;
The one thing Tony could say that she changed from when her father ran The Drunken Puerto Rican was the employee uniform. While Wes would use more sophisticated words like it being almost misogynistic or something else complicated to express dislike for the fact that most of the female employees had to wear skirts or even dresses of some kind while males had more freedom, Tony just felt like people weren't comfortable. And she hated discomfort. So, although she definitely respected her grandfather and father's legacies, Tony made some changes. She couldn't exactly stop male patrons from coming in and making drunk passes at the ladies, but she could allow the girls to wear pants that they could safely knee one of the fuckers in the groin in without feeling like they might give everyone else a peek under their skirts. Simple black top, denim bottoms of some variety, and shoes that everyone felt comfortable with wearing. It was one of the reasons why she herself was not at all in what one would constitute as a uniform. Then again, Tony just woke up on some days and if she didn't care about being too cute, then she was very willing to throw on the first top and pants she saw to go about her day in.
Which was what happened today.
"But, honey, you've been saying for five years that you were gonna put a ring on my finger and I ain't seen no bling yet," Tony whined with a pout at the bar, a twinkle of mirth in her brown eyes as she conversed with one of her frequent guests. The man in question, a one Jahil Rivera, appeared wounded, clutching his chest. He didn't speak much English, whether by choice or something else Tony couldn't fathom to know, but he understood her. And she understood him. "Cariño, ¡me haces daño! Te dije que lo conseguiré para ti." {Sweetheart, you wound me! I told you that I will get it for you.} Tony good-naturedly rolled her eyes at him and poured him another glass of shot, taking away the basket of french fries that he had finished. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she brushed him off with a nonchalant wave of her hand.
"Whatever you say." She had just thrown the contents of the basket, left over paper and ketchup-soaked napkins, into the trashcan behind the bar when the front door swung open. Tony's face lit up when she saw who it was. "Oh you did, huh?" She exclaimed, leaning up onto the counter with elbows on the flat surface so that she could comfortably stare at the two. "Well, I'm glad you did. If I didn't have someone like you in charge, Holly, he'd probably never come home and we can't have that." Tony smiled away the unimpressed stare Wes gave her. "I mean, I could get Sam over there to replace him." Rolling his eyes, Wes got the redhead to release him with a "Gonna go see if my uncle needs any help today, Holly" over his shoulder as he went. Tony's eyes followed his movement for just a moment, but then she was pulled back to beam at Holly. "So, how was your day today, kiddo? Want something to eat or drink?"
H O L L Y . M A D D O N
Location: The Drunken Puerto Rican
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #db0083
"I have something for you!" she announced when she finally found them, and it was then that she placed her backpack on the floor by the bar stool and took her seat again. "Well, it's two things, but like I already told Wes, only one of them is really important and the other is a lie, but it's okay," she said, her words coming out in their traditionally rapid fashion as her mouth tried to keep up with where her brain was going. She didn't give Tony a second to respond before opening up the white envelope for Tony. "Okay, so this is my present for you, but it's not a real present because Makayla wouldn't give me the money that I needed to buy you a real present, and I forgot to ask Cara to bring me back to CVS yesterday, so you just get this for now, but you can pretend it's a real present, okay?" Again, there wasn't more than a second's worth of time between that and the next set of words, as she pulled out the sheet of loose leaf that was again covered in highlighter ink. She extended it towards Tony for a second, only to pull it back at a second thought. "I'll read it to you because you probably can't read it, since I had to write it with a highlighter since Makayla wouldn't give me the pen that she was using and I couldn't find any other pens, and I forgot that I had pencils in my backpack, so I was just looking through the drawers in the kitchen and I found a highlighter, and I can read it, since I know how to read highlighters, but it's probably too yellow for your eyes," she rambled on, as she straightened out the crinkled sheet of paper on the bar top before holding it up.
"Okay, so here's how it goes:
'Dear Tony, hi! This is a card for you, that I'm writing because Makayla wouldn't let me write my message in her card for you, so I'm writing my own and you can pick which one you like better. Just so you know, Makayla wrote my name on her card and pretended that I signed it and she could probably go to jail for that because it's illegal to pretend to be me. So you need to know that this is the only letter I've ever written you, okay? So dear Tony, hi. Thank you for letting me sleep on your couch and have a sleepover with you and Wes, and letting me use your floss and mouthwash. Next time, you can sleep on my couch and you can use anything you want. Love, Holly'."
She set the sheet of paper down when she was finished, and looked to Tony with wide eyes, expecting the positive reaction she was looking for. Again, though, she had to interrupt that train of thought as her hands found themselves searching through the ripped-open envelope that she had pulled the paper from, only to pull out a small packet of sugar from the inside. "Ooh, and here! This is sugar for you. Yesterday I was at Cara's house, and I was telling Brooklyn all about my letter for you, and I wanted her to let me take one of her things to give to you, because she has a lot of cool stuff. Like makeup and jewelry and perfume that smells really good, but she said no, because Makayla and Brooklyn both don't want you to have presents because I guess they don't like you as much as me and Wes, but, she gave me this little, tiny packet of sugar, and she said that I could tell you that I'm giving you sugar because I think you're so sweet like sugar, and Makayla's giving you a coffee gift card because she thinks you're bitter like coffee." It wasn't a line that Holly would have been able to come up with on her own, but she didn't even think about taking credit for it, and told the story exactly how it had went - Brooklyn's involvement and all. "Sooooo, with that in mind!" she said, as she pushed her letter aside and ripped open the other card now, she continued. "I'll read you Makayla's now. Just remember that it's not from me, even though it says it is, okay? Okay, so here it is:
'Dear Tony, thank you for letting me sleep over on Thursday. I promise it won't happen again, and I'm sorry for the trouble.'
And she drew a smily face, and then wrote 'Love, Holly', and this is a gift card to Starbucks so you can buy coffee or a cookie." Finally, she was going to give Tony a chance to respond, but not before finishing with, "You like mine the best, right? Weston said you would!"
J U D E - D E M A R C O
Hex Code: #6b8e66
Hex Code: #6b8e66
Against his will, Jude was up before the sun had risen to satisfy a cranky bride who "wanted the morning light" for her engagement photos. Of course there were ways to fib on the morning light, but Jude figured the argument wasn't worth the hassle. Thankfully, this bride wasn't too picky about the actual photos and seemed generally pleased with his work. There was no doubt that Jude loved his job, and was grateful that he was able to live off of it, but sometimes he just hated his clients. There was even a time when he considered becoming a wildlife photographer. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to pull away from capturing the human essence. There was just too much depth in human eyes and expression, however small, to give up for a couple of penguins.
As Jude sat there he thought about Thanksgiving night. While his holiday hadn't been a complete disaster, he had been on edge and rude. With great regret Jude thought about his walk to Olivielle and how he had managed to destroy any and all signals that she had been sending him. Jude, being the introvert that he is, ended up leaving Liv to the rooftop with the pathetic excuse that he needed to be up in the morning. It was safe to say that their entire evening ended flat, and all because Jude couldn't get his shit together. He was too angry at Brooklyn's flippant ways and too frustrated at the expectations that Deja had suggested at the beginning of the night.
Disgruntled by the memories, Jude decided to shift his train of thought to his work. He managed to completely emerge himself in editing ideas as he sat there, starting to eat again.
C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
As he entered the bar, he quickly noticed Holly sitting at the bar with Tony, some patrons scattered about the place, and Sam tending to a table. He helped himself to an empty two-person table, and flipped through a menu, just to seem like he wasn't in a rush to have anyone come over and serve him, though he already knew what he wanted to order. As he sat, he wondered if he should have said something to Tony when he walked in. Was it rude not to acknowledge her? Not to thank her personally for that pie Wes had brought over on Thursday? Now, overthinking, he was able to convince himsel that it was rude, but as he turned his head to glance at her at the bar, she seemed too involved with Holly for him to get away with catching her eye to offer her a friendly wave now. Instead of allowing himself to grow anymore unnecessarily uncomfortable, he pulled out his phone and texted Weston to say, "wya? about to get my empanada fill".
Location: Central Park
Mood: Nervous
Dialogue Code: #FF3300
Thought Code:#FF8000
The air was thick with the scent of coffee and Liv drinks in the aroma as though she had never smelled it before in her life. She watches happily as her customers buzz about, just as contented as she. She catches snips of conversation as she refills coffee.
“...Remember to ask me about it later, we can giggle about it over some decaf coffee, it’s all I drink. Can you imagine this brain on caffeine, holy crap, I’d be burning holes in the carpet just by running around so fast….” A strangers words make her laugh to herself.
“Liv—Olivielle—“ Someone called her, breaking her out of her reverie.
“Oh, Hey Scott, Sorry, you know once I get going…” She said as a way of apologizing.
“Its fine, but you are two hours over your shift now. Go home. I cant keep you here, its literally illegal for me to have such a wonderful employee like you.” Scott said as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“You sure? I can stay and help.” Liv offered as she glanced at the door. She needed to study, and she needed a nap, but her job always comes first.
“I’m sure” He said as he steered her towards the door. She took off her apron and waived goodbye before heading down the street. It was a split second decision when she took a left towards the park, instead of her home.
Olivielle entered the park, a slight breeze rustled the leaves, making the trees dance in the wind. The air was warm, the beams of sunlight glowing down turning everything beautiful in the golden light. Flowers where blooming everywhere, and they conceal the freshly cut green grass. The pathway Liv walks is nothing more than dirt littered with random rocks. The fragrance of summer grasses and meadow flowers made her smile as memories of playing in this very park on their first vacation with her brother flooded her. They were bitter sweet memories now, and they made her eyes sting with unshed tears.
“No time to be crying…” She murmured as she wiped her eyes and continued through the park.
She spotted a familiar face and smiled.
Jude.
Wait…
Liv replayed the last few moments of their night together last night and felt anxiety and sadness wash over her. He had been pretty clear, he did not want to hang out with her. What where butterflies a moment ago where now velociraptors clawing at her stomach. He was going to think she was stalking him! Liv tugged at a lock of her hair indecisively before she squared her shoulders and put a smile on her face. She was not going to let a little awkwardness stop her from walking though the park….besides maybe he would ignore her? She honestly didn’t know what would be worse, him ignoring her or him acknowledging her and assuming she was stalking him. She felt her stomach clench as she approached where he sat. He was staring off into space with a frown on his face. She sighed.
“Frown any harder at that sandwich it might run away” She said lightly as a way of greeting.
Weekends and weekdays did not necessarily hold much meaning to Thomas, though he preferred to work during the week. That was when the stocks were open and he could see the immediate effect of his buying and selling. Not that he took big risks. Thomas was not a reckless man. He had a gift for numbers, but he was the type that would rather not take huge risks unless he could afford to absorb the loss so one wouldn't find him running around Wall Street like a headless chicken. It meant a lesser payout sure, but it also meant he wouldn't ruin his life due to one bad decision.
After a morning of being glued to the computer, Thomas decided to visit Tony's pub for a drink and some lunch. As he waited for a taxi, his mind couldn't help but turn to the end of Thanksgiving dinner. He and Sam had spent the night cheering Deja up after the party faded away and he ended up falling asleep on their couch. Since then, it had felt like Deja had been avoiding him. He got the feeling that she didn't like him seeing her so emotional. Say what you will about Deja, but she did not often show weakness in front of others.
When he arrived at the pub, he smiled to see a familiar face working there. He waved at Sam before taking a seat in the corner and opening up his laptop. He eyed his battery. Fully charged. Good.
Hex Code: #c7256e
Chanel smiled as she read Cara's response, starting to feel a bit better already. By the end, though, she wore a contemplative frown, as she hadn't even thought so far as to where she might want to go. She tossed her phone to side of the bed, getting up and striding over to her overflowing closet. She shuffled through them lazily, umimpressed. Some of them, she hadn't even worn yet but just bought as an impulse purchase--a distraction. Chanel would likely do what she normally did: sell what she could and then donate the rest. That way she had two reasons to go out and buy more of what she didn't need: she had a little extra money, and she'd done her civil duty but looking out for the less fortunate. Of course, the majority of the clothes she owned weren't paid for by her barista money, or the money her parents sent to help with her living with her. Chanel flopped on her stomach, landing next to her phone. She rolled over onto her back, raising the phone above her head as she texted Cara back,
or so she thought with a "omg what dress should I wear???" Seconds later she got a response from her youngest brother saying "omg idc???" "Stupid phone," she grumbled as she went back to her and Cara's chat.
To: Cara
I literally just texted my brother instead of you -.- But idk! Whatever gives me a good excuse to go get mani-pedis beforehand and warrants a new dress! I'm thinking kate middleton kinda classy with a rihanna kind of bad-assy. elegant,
but playful. arrive down up and leave tore up kinda thing.
While Chanel was clearly being silly and extra, like always, joke or not, in reality she should have been saving up this money she was so keen on splurging. She'd taken the semester off, much to the chagrin of her parents. They knew how Chanel was and after taking a gap year, which they also weren't keen on given her history they were all but for the girl taking even more time to finish her degree. She'd taken the time off to save up money and develop a better appreciation for school--at least that's what she told her parents. Being from a military family, there was no BS. Part of the reason she was so manipulative was likely because she had to know how to finesse her parents into giving her what she wanted Of course, by now, her looks and other things probably played a role as well. If it wasn't for her family looking at her, she quite honestly probably wouldn't go back. Not because she didn't enjoy school, because she did, but it was more stress than it was worth. And even though it was shit for her mental health, the sugaring satisfied her impulsive shopping habits and need to feed herself value through consumption. Closing her laptop, she exited her room to go make a light snack, taking her phone with her.
To: Cara
also how was thanksgiving? wait why are we texting when we're literally next door. plus text doesn't capture all of my personality :) i'm coming over and you better not leave me hanging because i'm still in my pjs!
or so she thought with a "omg what dress should I wear???" Seconds later she got a response from her youngest brother saying "omg idc???" "Stupid phone," she grumbled as she went back to her and Cara's chat.
To: Cara
I literally just texted my brother instead of you -.- But idk! Whatever gives me a good excuse to go get mani-pedis beforehand and warrants a new dress! I'm thinking kate middleton kinda classy with a rihanna kind of bad-assy. elegant,
but playful. arrive down up and leave tore up kinda thing.
While Chanel was clearly being silly and extra, like always, joke or not, in reality she should have been saving up this money she was so keen on splurging. She'd taken the semester off, much to the chagrin of her parents. They knew how Chanel was and after taking a gap year, which they also weren't keen on given her history they were all but for the girl taking even more time to finish her degree. She'd taken the time off to save up money and develop a better appreciation for school--at least that's what she told her parents. Being from a military family, there was no BS. Part of the reason she was so manipulative was likely because she had to know how to finesse her parents into giving her what she wanted Of course, by now, her looks and other things probably played a role as well. If it wasn't for her family looking at her, she quite honestly probably wouldn't go back. Not because she didn't enjoy school, because she did, but it was more stress than it was worth. And even though it was shit for her mental health, the sugaring satisfied her impulsive shopping habits and need to feed herself value through consumption. Closing her laptop, she exited her room to go make a light snack, taking her phone with her.
To: Cara
also how was thanksgiving? wait why are we texting when we're literally next door. plus text doesn't capture all of my personality :) i'm coming over and you better not leave me hanging because i'm still in my pjs!
D E J A - B E N N I E
Hex Code: #7c6d96
Hex Code: #7c6d96
The relationship she maintained with her father was strained but it wasn't unpleasant. They still enjoyed each other's company and usually managed to get though a meal without ripping each other's heads off. Deja dearly loved her father, and he was truly one of the only people she felt an inkling of duty toward, but they were still at odds. There was just something about being the same room as him that made her feel small. Her father was a good man in respects to his profession and life's passion, but his personal life was always in the dumps. In some ways she wanted to fill that gap her father had in his life by becoming a social butterfly in NYC. Maybe then, after realizing that his daughter had successful and happy relationships, Dr. Bennie might accept her decision to go to medical school.
Just seeing her father's tired face would remind Deja of the disappointed she knew he had in her. It also didn't help that Deja's father was a novelistically complicated man. His whole life's story was something of a mess, and she could often sense his desperation for her to pursue a better life than he. He was a hard man, but only because he loved his work so much that he was absent either physically or emotionally. It wasn't until Deja showed considerable talent in science that her father started to say no to work and help her study or prepare for the next big project. Deja had always loved her father well, but their relationship truly blossomed when Deja found her own voice as a young teenager. Now Dr. Bennie finds Deja's sarcasm and bluntness as instrumental part of her bold personality. Dr. Bennie doesn't try to change his daughter, he just can't find reason in her abandonment of science and helping others.
With more thought than usual, Deja put on a sophisticated outfit. She needed to appear grown up and worth something when she would see her father later than evening. The shirt that was nearly unbuttoned down to her naval would inevitably find itself bottomed up when she would enter the restaurant to meet her father. Until then she had to find some way to distract herself. Struck with inspiration she went down to The Drunken Puerto Rican. Deja had no business being there, seeing as she wasn't going to eat anything and wasn't on duty until after dinnertime, but she figured she might find some friendly faces there.
After a short walk she entered the cozy bar to find a slew of her apartment buddies. "Hi all!" she said colorfully as she waved her hand, she mostly did this for Holly but thought it was fun to greet as many people as possible at once. It was then that she spotted Collin sitting by himself at a two person table. Deja instinctually joined him without asking. "Hey, babe," she said in a friendly voice. "How're things going?" she asked curiously as she leaned forward on the table.
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xxxlocation: bar xxxoutfit: work uniform
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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
xxxno one here is bulletproof.
xxxso what are you to do?
xxxbattle. battle on through."
Even from halfway across the bar, she could hear Holly babbling excitedly. She grinned as she turned away from her table, heading briefly back into the kitchen with her order. As she emerged, Holly was presenting Tony with something. Sam peered over Tony's shoulder to read it, grinning at Holly. "I think she'd be a fool not to like yours best, Holls," she remarked. As she glanced up to see if any other tables needed attention, she spotted Thomas waving at her and waved back as she started to adjust the strap on her heels. Some of the girls she'd worked with in the past would have thought her crazy for wearing heels for a waitressing shift when she didn't have to, but Sam loved them. They added a little something to her otherwise casual black top and jeans. And besides, at times she needed the added height.
Straightening up, she scanned the room. She knew from experience that, even in a chilled atmosphere like the Drunken Puerto Rican, it was always worth checking for impatient patrons. They were a pain in the ass to deal with, but dealing with them first made everyone's life easier. Thankfully, everybody seemed happy enough, so she headed on over to Thomas. "Hey, handsome. What can I get you? You know by now that everything on that menu tastes great, so I won't even offer a recommendation," she remarked, grinning at him.
Straightening up, she scanned the room. She knew from experience that, even in a chilled atmosphere like the Drunken Puerto Rican, it was always worth checking for impatient patrons. They were a pain in the ass to deal with, but dealing with them first made everyone's life easier. Thankfully, everybody seemed happy enough, so she headed on over to Thomas. "Hey, handsome. What can I get you? You know by now that everything on that menu tastes great, so I won't even offer a recommendation," she remarked, grinning at him.
C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
"Hmm... Are you on the menu? You look delicious," he teased with a grin. He had been hoping that Sam would be the one to greet him. He had to say that she looked far prettier in her work uniform than she ever did on some old guy's arm. Maybe it was the smile. He'd take one genuine smile from her than a hundred fake ones. His gaze swept across the room. It was strange how almost everyone her lived in the same building.
"First of all, I'd take a Captain Morgan. Then, to eat, I will take the Big Quesadilla," he told her, remembering the meal he had the last time he was here. The quesadillas here delicious and the one he was ordering was big enough to fill him up all day. He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before continuing.
"So, do you have any plans tonight?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
D E J A - B E N N I E
Hex Code: #7c6d96
Hex Code: #7c6d96
What was funny about the pair was that despite their difference, they grew up rather similarly. Deja disclosing this information to Collin was unlikely though. Most people didn't know about Deja's life before New York City, and with her larger than life personality most of her peers just assumed she was raised there.
The blonde woman looked down at her clothes and gave Collin a sheepish smile. "Oh this," she said flippantly. Suddenly Deja lowered her voice, ready to disclose some unknown information to Collin. Deja wasn't quite sure why she had decided to tell him this, but there was a nervous part of her that just needed someone else to know that she wasn't going to have a good night.
"My dad's in town," she whispered while scrunching her nose, "we're going to dinner." Deja cocked her head to one side before graciously accepting the menu. She did know the menu by heart, but that wouldn't stop her from being a good patron. "Oh, no, no," she said, starting up her southern accent and reaching the menu. "It is the sentiment that counts, Mr. Forrester.
Deja opened the menu half-heartedly and quickly scanned over the food. She wasn't hungry. A martini wouldn't help, but it seemed like a good idea. "Is it too early to start drinking?" Deja asked with a devilish grin.
J U D E - D E M A R C O
Hex Code: #6b8e66
Hex Code: #6b8e66
An awkward pause eclipsed them. Jude hadn't expected to see Olivielle today... Or any day, for that matter. After his stupid move last Thursday he hadn't intended to continue their embarrassing cat and mouse game. She was clearly out of his league, and Jude didn't have the patience to refine himself enough to grasp her attention.
"Uh," Jude shifted his things aside, "Do you want to sit down?" Jude let a nervous hand run through his messy mop of brunette hair before looking over at Liv again. Not wanting to apologize for the other night quite yet, Jude stuck to much friendlier terms. "What are you doing here?" he asked curiously. It was a bit odd that the two of them found themselves in the same place at the same time in Central Park, but it wasn't unheard of.
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T O N YXG A R C I A
_____T H EXT O U G HXO N E_____
Outfit: Here
Location: The Drunken Puerto Rican
Dialogue Color ✦ #FF5100
Thought Color ✧ #AF0100
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T O N YXG A R C I A
_____T H EXT O U G HXO N E_____
Outfit: Here
Location: The Drunken Puerto Rican
Dialogue Color ✦ #FF5100
Thought Color ✧ #AF0100
Tony watched Holly, smile indulgent, as she watched the girl rifle her things to get the envelopes from her bag. It probably should've been a bit harder for her to catch onto everything that Holly was saying, especially since the words were provided with a rapid-fast delivery that made Tony's eyebrows raise in genuine interest, but Tony at least was able to keep up with what the girl was trying to say. Despite the fact that Tony had already told Makayla that she was perfectly fine when it came to Holly and anything that pertained to the young girl, Makayla still felt the need to be formal and send a thank-you card for not throwing a bitch fit when Brooklyn let Holly go to sleep at Tony's place. The fact that there needed to be a card to represent the other woman's appreciation was enough to make Tony roll her eyes, but she watched Holly instead with rapt fascination. It never failed to bring a smile to her face, no matter the type of day Tony was having, to see Holly being...well, just Holly. She was sweet - genuinely sweet - and bubbly, and so darn innocent. Tony didn't remember having girls like that around herself when she was growing up. Granted, she understood that Holly was definitely older than she acted most of the time, but that made her want to indulge the girl all the more. Made her want to protect her. Just like she did with Weston.
She couldn't help but giggle, eyes bright with glee, as Holly read her own letter aloud, while setting out to get the girl her favorite drink. Most of the sodas and juices were considered mix-ins, so they kept them at the bar for patrons, all refill orders being brought to Tony once drinks had been finished and someone wanted more. She reached underneath, still focusing part-way with her smile on Holly, the bar to get a glass and pour both some ice and some of Holly's favorite drink. She had to actually laugh when Holly claimed, in the middle of her rambling, that neither Makayla nor Brooklyn liked her since they didn't want Holly giving her a gift, but definitely accepted the sugar packet while sliding the glass cup towards Holly. Taking what the girl presented and winking at Sam when her friend came by, Tony declared, "While I do in fact appreciate Makayla's card and will definitely be using this gift card one of these days, I will say that Sam and Wes are right. Yours is the best, hands down!" Pondering for only a moment, Tony made a decision and skipped over to her bag, which was behind the bar and inside one of the cupboards. She put her items away, smiling at the little decorations on the white envelope before hiding everything away. Back on her feet, her smile was back for Holly, and she made her way back to the girl. "I'll try to tell Makayla thank you some time soon. You hungry?"
She couldn't help but giggle, eyes bright with glee, as Holly read her own letter aloud, while setting out to get the girl her favorite drink. Most of the sodas and juices were considered mix-ins, so they kept them at the bar for patrons, all refill orders being brought to Tony once drinks had been finished and someone wanted more. She reached underneath, still focusing part-way with her smile on Holly, the bar to get a glass and pour both some ice and some of Holly's favorite drink. She had to actually laugh when Holly claimed, in the middle of her rambling, that neither Makayla nor Brooklyn liked her since they didn't want Holly giving her a gift, but definitely accepted the sugar packet while sliding the glass cup towards Holly. Taking what the girl presented and winking at Sam when her friend came by, Tony declared, "While I do in fact appreciate Makayla's card and will definitely be using this gift card one of these days, I will say that Sam and Wes are right. Yours is the best, hands down!" Pondering for only a moment, Tony made a decision and skipped over to her bag, which was behind the bar and inside one of the cupboards. She put her items away, smiling at the little decorations on the white envelope before hiding everything away. Back on her feet, her smile was back for Holly, and she made her way back to the girl. "I'll try to tell Makayla thank you some time soon. You hungry?"
C A R A - F O R R E S T E R
Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
To: Chanel
Yes, come over!!!
Though Cara had more to say, Chanel was right that it didn't make much sense in continuing to text about it all when they literally lived right across the hall. Feeling a bit enthused now that she had real plans for the night, she felt compelled to get out of bed. Given that Chanel was in pajamas too, apparently, and just because she wasn't in the mood to really care, she didn't bother changing out of her own, but headed to her closet to peruse the selection of possible outfits for tonight. Like Chanel, the first thing that crossed her mind upon looking into the closet that was entirely too small given the space that Cara was used to having for storing her clothes, was that she needed to go shopping to get something better to wear tonight. Though she didn't speak of it often, only because it meant admitting that she still relied on her father far more than she liked to act, the majority of Cara's belongings were still sitting uptown, in her bedroom at her childhood house. She simply didn't have the space here to store everything, especially her clothes, and given that shopping was one of her nearest and dearest hobbies, she had come to terms with returning home more often than she wanted to, to swap out things from her wardrobe or drop off things that she didn't have room for at her apartment here.
C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
When Deja questioned whether it was too early to start drinking, he smirked, but looked at his phone to check the time. "When dinner with dad is on the agenda, I don't think any time is too early," he said with a small laugh. Though he could have went for a nice cold beer then, too, he wasn't going to drink, and that was simply because he was underage. He didn't know if Tony would serve him in her bar underage, but Collin was the kind of person who would never even consider expecting or asking her to do so. "Why's he coming to visit? Just because, or is he here for work or something, too?" he asked. He knew a little bit about Deja's life. He was pretty sure that she was from Chicago and had went to boarding school, and that her parents were divorced, but he didn't know that much about her, though he was curious. "Are you guys close, or do you really need that margarita?" he added playfully.
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xxxlocation: bar xxxoutfit: work uniform
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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
xxxno one here is bulletproof.
xxxso what are you to do?
xxxbattle. battle on through."
She laughed lightly at Thomas' comment, winking at him. "Only with a very, very generous tip, and then dinner," she replied teasingly. She scribbled down his order as he told her. "Captain Morgan at this time of the day?" She asked in mock horror, before grinning. "Like they say, it's four somewhere."
She sighed and shrugged as he asked her if she had any plans. "Finish work, go home, cook dinner, do some more research into distance learning courses, and probably finish off the evening with a marathon of whatever crime drama I can find on Netflix. I'm really living the dream," she remarked. It was far better than rushing home from whatever bar she'd been working in, check her phone to see where she was going and with who, dress accordingly, spend the evening with her client, grab a few hours sleep, and repeat.
"So, what are you up to for the evening?" She asked. "Besides work, obviously. Or is that all high-fliers like you do?" she added teasingly.
She sighed and shrugged as he asked her if she had any plans. "Finish work, go home, cook dinner, do some more research into distance learning courses, and probably finish off the evening with a marathon of whatever crime drama I can find on Netflix. I'm really living the dream," she remarked. It was far better than rushing home from whatever bar she'd been working in, check her phone to see where she was going and with who, dress accordingly, spend the evening with her client, grab a few hours sleep, and repeat.
"So, what are you up to for the evening?" She asked. "Besides work, obviously. Or is that all high-fliers like you do?" she added teasingly.
H O L L Y . M A D D O N
Location: The Drunken Puerto Rican
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #db0083
That was why by the time she got home (or to Tony's bar, since she did stop there sometimes on her way home with Wes), Holly usually was hungry and very grateful for whatever kind of bar food Tony had to offer her that day. Today was no different, but Tony's question reminded Holly of an encounter she had had with some girls in her English class the other day at school. Though none of the kids were outright mean to Holly (in a way that she could pick up on), they were all at that age where being cool trumped being nice, and since many of them recognized that she was flighty and a bit slow, to the point where it seemed too abnormal for their liking, none of them wanted to truly be friends with her either. They were nice enough for her to think that they were friends, as many of them would humor her conversations and all, but it would have been a stretch to consider them actual friends. There were a few kids who probably were willing to actually be friends with her, but interestingly, Holly could somehow recognize that they were weirder and didn't show interest in them like she did with the more popular kids. "Did you know that there's a place called... actually I forget what it's called, but it sells shakes that have so many cool things in them?" she said, referring to Black Tap Craft Burgers & Beer. "I'm gonna go with Cara one day," she continued, though she hadn't actually asked Cara yet. Holly was used to just assuming that Cara would be willing to do cool things with her, especially when she knew that they costed more money, so doing it with Makayla was automatically not an option.
"And you can come too if you want, and I'm going to get the one that's all about cotton candy. It has strawberry ice cream, and whipped cream, and real cotton candy, and a lollipop, and rock candy, and pink and blue and white chocolate balls on it. A girl that I go to school with went there for her birthday with her friends, and now I really wanna go because when I went home Makayla let me look at the pictures of it on her phone, and it looks so good. I asked Makayla if she would come with me and she said only after I marry Bill Gates, but she was saying it as a joke because he's an old man so obviously I'm not going to ever marry him, but he has more money then a lot of other people in the world, because he's rich and smart, so that's one good thing about him. Since you're twenty-four now, are you going to get married soon? Do you have a boyfriend and does Wes have a girlfriend yet?"
"I'm a terrible alcoholic," Thomas told her with what he meant to be a playful grin. He could not keep a slight hint of hurt from his tone however. He hadn't talked to his mom in months since their last argument about his drinking habits. Inevitably, his dad's death was brought up and things were said that both of them regretted. Thomas refused to apologize. He never drove drunk and it didn't affect his work and his mom refused to apologize either, convinced he was developing a terrible habit no matter what precautions he took.
"Well, you won't need to cook dinner tonight if you don't want to. I would love to take you out if you can fit me in to your very busy schedule," he teased, "I don't exactly have much planned tonight."
"Maybe we can see a movie or Netflix and chill," he added with a grin.
"Well, you won't need to cook dinner tonight if you don't want to. I would love to take you out if you can fit me in to your very busy schedule," he teased, "I don't exactly have much planned tonight."
"Maybe we can see a movie or Netflix and chill," he added with a grin.
D E J A - B E N N I E
Hex Code: #7c6d96
Hex Code: #7c6d96
It was silly, but Deja felt like she needed to dumb herself down to fit in with the modeling crowd. They weren't unintelligent people, models and photographers, but they were usually more well versed in popular culture and music, rather than anatomy and physiology. "It's just for work," she said plainly, attempting to somehow sound uneducated about the conference when she clearly wasn't. "But I get a fancy dinner out of the deal," she said coolly while shrugging her shoulders. She was trying to appear like she was the one playing her father instead of the other way around.
Whenever Peter was around it wasn't just for some conference or vacation. Peter always had motives. He was an ambitious man and hated being told no, which was why Deja was so nervous about their dinner tonight. Deja had been saying no to his version of a successful life for years now, it was only a matter of time before Peter would find a come back.
Deja chuckled at Collin's next question. "No, she said through her soft laugh, "We're alright." This wasn't a lie. Despite Deja's differences with her father, they always seemed to find a balance of bearable anxiety when they were together. Deja knew that she shouldn't drink anything before meeting her father tonight. First because once she started drinking she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Secondly, she and her father tended to make alcohol the appetizer to every meal they ate together. There was a need for some self-control on a day like today, otherwise she would be wasted before the wine was even served.
Nervously, she picked up the menu again and scanned it. "Nachos." Deja said, sliding it back onto the table. "I should eat nachos, not drink," she said to herself. Catching a glimpse of her crazy, Deja shook her head and shot a smile at Collin. "I'm sorry," she said with sincerity, "I'm just-" Deja needed a preface. "This is silly but..." She huffed a lightly sigh out of her thin frame, "I'm just so nervous, ya know?" Collin didn't know. He so obviously didn't know, because he didn't know her.
"I just haven't seen him in months," she said, trying to explain herself. "He's my dad, but he just hates that I live in New York and he hates my job, but he doesn't understand- He doesn't really like my friend- God. He doesn't even know my friends! He just-"
Deja took a breath. "Wow." Deja blinked at Collin, realizing that she was more of a mess than she thought. "A margarita is such a bad idea."
C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
"Definitely get nachos," he agreed with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit, since surprisingly, Deja definitely did seem nervous. "Nachos are always a good idea, and just so you don't ruin your appetite for this fancy dinner you speak of, I'll be a gentleman and help you finish them off, if the need arises," he remarked. "But I know what you mean. Not really from personal experience," he admitted, "But I get where you're coming from. Dads can be like that, I guess. What would he rather you be doing? I mean, for modelling and stuff, New York is the place to be, and it seems like you're doing pretty well with that. He's gotta at least be happy that you're out here, making a name for yourself and supporting yourself, right?" Collin didn't know that Deja's father still helped her financially, and given that he was under the assumption that she was making enough on her own to support her lifestyle in New York, he felt like that was something in itself to be proud of. It wasn't like he or Cara could say that about themselves, even though he did feel like he had a valid excuse for himself, given that he was only twenty and a full-time student. "You could always bring my sister along with you. Sitting next to a girl who's only life goal is to be a trophy wife would make anyone look good," he joked.
Location: Central Park
Mood: Nervous
Dialogue Code: #FF3300
Thought Code:#FF8000
"Uh Do you want to sit down” Jude offered and for a moment Liv thought about refusing. Not because she didn’t want to sit with him, but because he seemed uncomfortable with her presence...but she felt they might need to talk. She smiled, nodded, and perched lightly on the bench.
“What are you doing here?" Jude asked.
“Oh, I just got off work, I thought I’d take the scenic route home. Some fresh air is always nice” She said as she looked around the park with a smile. The beautiful hues of color brought to life by the warmth the sun provided made her feel an overwhelming sense of contentedness.
“I…I don’t want to interrupt.” Liv paused as she greeted a passerby’s puppy with a laugh.
[color=# FF3300] “I just…I wanted to say…Thank you, and I’m sorry.” [/color] She said sheepishly. The truth was that she felt bad that she drank so much the night of thanksgiving. Holidays where hard for her and she struggled to do anything but suffer through them quietly.
[color=# FF3300] “I know I wasn’t the best company….I appreciate you tolerating me.” [/color] She said with a smile that conveyedher embarrassment at her own actions.
D E J A - B E N N I E
Hex Code: #7c6d96
Hex Code: #7c6d96
When Collin asked her what Peter would rather her be doing, Deja paused. She had never disclosed that sort of information to anyone. Not even Olivielle, who could have been labeled as her best friend in the city. Thinking about it, it was silly that she had never told anyone. Perhaps she didn't want the pressure from her friends as well. Being constantly reminded that she had the potential to be a brilliant doctor was enough from one person, she didn't need her friends catching on and telling her the same thing. Honestly, it was really about the fact that she wanted to be left alone. It was her life and her journey, and if she didn't want to be some modern day hero that should've been enough for her father. Yet, it wasn't. Which was typical of him.
"He doesn't like that I'm a model," she stated with a dramatic roll of the eyes. It also didn't help that Deja wasn't a very successful model. Her friends didn't know that, but her father's wallet was very aware. Her father was the only person in the world who could simultaneously make her feel so small and so loved at the same time. Suddenly, Deja felt like a loser. "He wanted me to be a doctor," she finally blurted out in a low voice. "Which is bogus... Because he's a doctor, and his parents were doctors, and I'm his only child so..." Deja shook her head. "But it's fine," she said, "he's a good dad."
Deja laughed at Collin's joke about his sister. She had no idea that he would so willingly throw his perfect barbie sister under the bus. It was horrible, but Deja liked Collin even more after his comment. "Ah, no," Deja started, "that probably wouldn't be a great idea. My dad is always on the hunt for a good trophy wife," she joked through a wide grin. Though Deja was the product of an illicit affair, her father had tried to make his actual marriage work after she was born. In the end, Peter split up with his wife. But ever since he's been a silver fox. As uncomfortable as that made Deja, she was at least happy he wasn't a cranky and lonely old man.
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #91415d
Brooklyn automatically felt inclined to say to herself, 'this is what happens when you try to be nice', as if Roman's request for her to come over was really that dreadful. By now, it was hard for even her to deny that she liked to victimize herself and act like everyone else was a huge inconvenience in her life, even though she definitely still would. She was still in her apartment when she saw Roman's text, and not already on her way downstairs, so she didn't really have any good reason not to stop by. He made it seem like he would only need to talk to her for a minute, and since it really wasn't as much of an inconvenience as she wanted to act like it was, she found herself walking into his apartment once she was ready to leave to run her errands. The door was unlocked, like he had said it would be, but she didn't walk any farther into the apartment than she needed to in order to have room to close the door behind her. It wasn't because she felt like it would have been rude to go deeper into the apartment, even into Roman's bedroom, but she just didn't feel like it. She was ready to go out and run her errands and then come home and relax, and the last thing she needed was to get caught here. That probably wouldn't happen if it was only Roman here, but she didn't feel like dealing with Jesse right now if it was possible that he was home. "I'm here, what do you want from me?" she said, her voice strained as if she really was being drained by simply being here. She genuinely was unsure about why she was here, though just from their conversation, she assumed that Roman did want her to pick something up for him and wanted to offer her money for it.