Addison Miller

"Your phone? I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about." 

Fine, but if this room gets any colder, your nips will be sharp as knives.

Nope, not until I get my phone back..

"Hey, I’m not cocky! I have low esteem, why do you think I sleep around? And well, you said you were a flirt too. Are you more of a tease or do you focus on one person?"

"Because, sex is fun, So, this sleeping around is hiding some deep insecurities? Dr. Addie is in the house, rant away if you need. I wait, people come. Best candidates win. You know, the one who seems most dedicated or with the biggest..perks."

Colton shook his head slightly with amusement. “That’d be telling,” he commented dryly. As much as anything, he was using humour to cover up something he was a little bit touchy about but he didn’t mind too much. “But shall we say I often don’t make it back to my flat. What about you, huh?”

"So now the cockiness comes out. What about me?"

Colton couldn’t help but smile, glad that he wasn’t the kind of person to sing or - in her case - rap. “Flirty? Me too,” he joked, though there was some small degree of truth to it - he became more outgoing, and that was a somewhat natural progression. 

"Yeah, I bet. You leave a whole line of people dissapointed they can't get with you, or do you pick one and just focus on them all night?" She was looking up at him, teasing a little. If flattery was what worked for him, Addison had no problem fulfilling that need. 

"I don’t know. It sounds kinda cute- albeit painful." Clopin joked, returning the hug. He took the barstool next to her then, watching her chug the last of her drink.

"Can’t tell if this headache is from a hangover or the crying."

Ouch, sounds like a rough day.

I’m happy to try and be of help when you need. Do you like dessert foods? Because I can bake some for you and then I’d really be like a hired mother. Although I really could bake you something if you wanted.

I love dessert foods, i'd replace my blood with whipped cream if possible. What do you like? Let me return the favor

"There’s not much to tell." She shrugged. "It’s basic exercise. Pole dancing and ‘exotic dancing’ on a chair. Basically sexy pilates."

"Sounds like fun, Are you prepping for a backup career?"

Colton chuckled at her answer, then said, “Mostly I lose like, all my impulse control. Not that I have much to begin with. What about you?” Then he frowned slightly, recognising her. “Oh, we met at the art festival. You made me take off my shirt so you could see my tattoo.”

"Flirty, but that happens when i'm sober too...I guess just like, giggly and clumsy. I rap sometimes. Mostly Snoop, ODB." She smiled a little, remember how dorky that was of her, but she could see the look on his face change as he remembered her.

"I have never been so happy to be back at work. Actually, no that’s a lie. I’ve never been so happy to not be on vacation."

How could a vacation be bad?

Clopin had forgotten his keys back in his dressing room, having gone back to find them. It was late, and most everyone else had already left for the night. He had stayed out partying with the usual crowd after the show, drinking with his coworkers and some of the patrons that they actually liked. He was tired now, and more than a little tipsy. He didn’t normally drink this much since he liked to be up early the next morning to hit the gym but tonight had been different, he was dreading “the talk” with Adele tomorrow night.

Addison's hand pressed against her beating heart as she sighed with relief. "Oh thank fuck, it's just you. You do not want to see the tiny Colombian ass kicking that was coming your way." She smiled as she moved closer to offer him a hug.