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By the time she had managed to slip out of the maze with the grand prize, her nose was almost as red as her faux red locks from frustration, features all tightened up with a side of miffed yet, simultaneously, relieved huffing. It was the reward she had gunned in for ever since she stepped into the place in hopes that it could bring a smile to her wife’s face before her shift and after she had scored the wolf plushie for their son. She embraced the bear on her side, using her free hand to fix her wig as she approached, half-croaked voice slipping through when she saw the voluptous harlequin - her favorite. “Hey, sorry that - um,” Heather had to stop when she saw her bend down, displaying curves that were enough stir something, a rush of heat amongst ribcages and she had to cough, look away for a second with her face reddening for a wholly different reason. Fucking hell, get a hold of yourself. The petals rained, enough to make her blink, tweak a smile on the previously flushed and firm countenance. “Red. That’s kind of a throwback,” she engulfed an arm around her wife’s shoulders, pulling her in tight and kissing her temple, “I could’ve used that spell earlier for luck. I went in five times before I could score this guy,” she bopped the bear’s nose against the raven-haired’s side, “cute ass teddy bear for my bear-slayer, try not to hurt this one. He’s harmless.” She jested, before glancing up to their son. “How’s he faring with the others? Kid sure can’t let go of the plushie. Been showing it off to Eugenia.”
Her wife deciding to get all dolled up for her not once, but twice for the special Halloween festivities the past couple of days was endearing. The miles that she would go to provoke the smallest of smiles on Anabelle’s face was beyond breathtaking, wondering how deep the blonde’s dedication to those she adored truly went. The wig she was sporting was rather shoddy, one of those cheap costume wigs, but the thought of the olive-skinned woman being a redhead was no doubt entertaining. The part-time dancer didn’t miss the interjection in Heather’s voice, as if she had been stunned into the next century, looking at her when she had positioned herself upright with utter faux innocence. She’d been keeping her intentions a secret for part of the evening, acknowledging her beloved’s raging libido hadn’t exactly been fed on a constant basis with Anabelle’s immense exhaustion. In fact, the fatigue bore down on her presently, yet the blonde’s reaction was a welcome distraction, especially when she received the desired effect of causing her to smile. “Well, it’s what Quinn always calls Ivy, which is why we make the perfect couple, honeybuns,” she hummed happily, draping her arms over her beloved’s neck when she pulled her in and turning her head to return the kiss to her temple with one of meeting lips. A soft laughter filled the air, relishing in the valiant story of how the girl of her dreams had obtained the teddy bear for her and braved the scariest maze in all of Queens. The smile was blatant upon her delicate features, filled with happiness that caused her small eyes to disappear into crescents from the crinkle of her dimples, leaning in to press a lingering, smacking kiss to Heather’s lips and purring, “My hero. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you? Say you and me, a roll in the hay while your brother-in-law keeps watch on Diego?” Lifting herself up and hoisting her thighs around Heather’s sides playfully, the raven-haired dancer kissed her cheek and glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the kids. “He’s fine... A bit fussy, but I told him he needs to share with Eugenia or no candy later. He bought it,” she hummed thoughtfully, fingers curling into the cuffs of the leather jacket she had swiped from her other half.
bforley:
eyes squinting slightly as he listened to her speak, he couldn’t tell when the girl was meaning to be harsh - or if that was just how she genuinely spoke. it’s not like he was one to call someone out on something he a tad bit iffy about, so he just brushed it off. “right.” he answered, leaning back in his chair slightly. “i try not to fill my body with too much bad shit, i swear.” he didn’t really care much about what he was putting his body because he was just like every other young kid and bo’s mom would never allow that anyways. “toast with banana, got it.” bo had hoped his words came out more sincere than he sounded, already noting in his head to google up ‘healthy breakfast ideas’ for when he headed for the grocery store again. he let out a soft laugh before responding, “mostly just energy, but i guess a fountain of youth wouldn’t be that bad too, even though i’m still young.” he joked, offering a small smile as she began introducing herself. “my name’s bo and i tend to just let stuff bounce off of me like rubber, so.”
The icy homecoming queen she had been in high school she had presumed to be long dead and buried had been dug up by none other than herself during the Hell’s Kitchen competition and now she couldn’t always seem to turn it off in a normal setting. Her wife seemed to fawn over it when she witnessed it with others, adding to her imagery of being a complete, total badass, topping further reasons to cover up the flaws that were lurking beneath the surface and threatening to loom over her if she continued to stuff it down. For now, she was doing fine. Brushing her fingers through her black ponytail, she nodded when he assured her he tried to eat healthy. Or at least, healthier. For those young like him, it may not matter tremendously on the surface. Beneath it, harder to say. Unfortunately, the harsh truth was many-- like her-- did not have the time in the day to fit in eight hours of sleep and three full, healthy meals, plus a snack whenever necessary. Time was not a luxury that she had, every single minute counted. Thus, why was she here debating with him? Did she had time for this? “You do look quite young... That isn’t a bad thing, of course. Once you grow older, you will always surprise someone with your age,” Anabelle responded thoughtfully, thinking of her own mother-- the proud co-owner of a bustling trade business who had always appeared youthful, for which she attributed the youthfulness of her Asian heritage, “Rubber?” God, she could not stop repeating herself today. This time, it was out of genuine confusion. Her depletion was wearing on her five senses intermittently, frustrating as that was. “Sorry, did I hear you correctly? Rubber or... flubber? There is a ‘flubber’, isn’t there?” Did she sound stupid? Shit.
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When she had spotted her wife approaching her with a particular stuffed animal in hand, her whimsical side conjured a variety of possibilities that it could be. The blonde had been preoccupied with the maze the entire evening and she was curious what could capture her attention about it, after she had struggled through the first time when they were together. Exhaustion and discomfort aside, the harlequin’s expression lit up to descry the love of her life and turning back to the flowering tree she had been regarding away from the bonfire. She had moved over to the area to watch her son playing with the other kids to assure he was sharing and playing nice, desiring to see his social skills blossom before he would be stunted the way his father had. Collecting a handful of the flowering petals that had fallen from the tree, the movement of leaning over accentuating her rounded ass in the tight leather pants that hugged her curves in all the right places, she straightened up after she had put together a small pile in her palms. Turning back to Heather, she lifted her hands and blew the colorful, pale pink petals in her direction when she was a couple feet away and harmonized in her best sing-song, fake Boston accent, “I cast a spell on ya, puddin’. What have you got for me, Red?”
Ugh. She hated this job with a passion. Sure the paycheck was hefty but looking down at the costume they forced her to wear (A rather cheap looking imitation of Faith Lehane’s) Karen almost felt like she was on the brink of spilling out all the contents she had consumed earlier. She was supposed to watch over the celebration and then be on her own merry but of course she had to blend in with the others. Karen sighed and muttered into her walkie talkie. Something about letting one of her partners cover here while she went to check out the dining area. Just as she was about to step away someone caught her attention. They looked a bit lost. Karen then started walking close to them. “Hey. What are you doing?” Karen asked. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be here. Get back to the party will ya?”
Keeping up with the festivities was mentally taxing for a woman who was overworked and already thinking about the dinner service coming up this evening. When Diego Jr. had pleaded with those dark eyes of his, she couldn’t tell him no. Ironic, she thought, that she sought to push back against her late boyfriend’s defiant attitude and refused to give into those enigmatic red-brown eyes of his whenever he had given her crap for whatever was on her agenda. The raven-haired woman had started to regret it when her son, in question, had amplified into his temper tantrum of the day and started to duck under the dining tables laid out for the guests when she told him it wasn’t time for dessert yet. Exasperated by his insubordinance, a trait that mirrored his father’s, she knelt down in front of one of the tables, hissing, “Diego Vincent Rogalnikov, you get out from under this table right now! Do not do this to me today.” Rarely did she use her tone laced with venom reserved for the brigade in her kitchen; her patience was wearing thin for the evening in the skin-tight outfit she had worn to portray the infamous harlequin in hopes of riling up her beloved, if only due to the costume being worn at the expense of squeezing her abdomen that was experiencing discomfort from the pain in her stomach and the exhaustion permeating her senses. Hey. What are you doing? The stern question and scolding caused the woman to stand up straight, brushing her black fringe away from her face to rest on the sides, then running her lithe fingers through one of the black pigtails. “My apologies... My son won’t come out from under the table. He’s having a fit because he wants a brownie.” Gesturing to her son coiled into a ball under the table, stubbornly ignoring her to focus on the 3DS in his hands. Letting out a tired sigh, she muttered, “I may have to get my wife to get him out.”

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bforley:
“nah, i usually just drink like water, honestly. sometimes a soda but i figured it was still a bit to early to just get pumped up on soda.” bo shrugged his shoulders. he nodded when she went on about the energy drinks. it made him think of the select friends he went to high school with, who would just drink the energy drinks to stay up all night to finish homework or just stay up gaming. “i’m usually just a cereal-eater, but i might try that big breakfast thing.” he remembered when his mom would actually make him breakfast and he would stay pretty energized throughout the day. his brow raised up slightly, not able to tell if she was joking with him as her expression stayed the same. “no but, i’m just trying to get a little bit of.. something, i guess.” he explained, not even really knowing what that something was.
The chef perked her head up at the thought of a carbonated beverage getting him through the day, echoing for what must be the thousandth time in their unsteady conversation, “Soda?” She didn’t mean to present herself as entirely rude; truly, she was likely just as tired as, if not more tired, the man with the bad coffee. It was becoming increasingly apparent she should likely introduce herself, interjecting that train of thought to address what was on the forefront of her mind. “You... realize that soda makes you crash after the energy boost, right?” she asked, cocking her head to the side with an air of curiosity. At this point, perhaps she was testing his nutritional knowledge-- he looked young, after all, and when she was younger she hadn’t been very conscious of her body’s needs. Hell, she barely was now, if only due to time constraints that suffocated her endlessly and forced her to resort to meals that were high in carbs and probable to hurt her stomach. “Cereal is pretty shitty too. Try to have at least toast with a banana or something for breakfast... you’ll feel a lot better,” the raven-haired woman responded, chuckling when his response to her question was rather sloppy. Something. It starkly resembled what she could imagine her sister saying. “And what would that be? The fountain of youth and energy?” she mused humorously, dark red lips curling into a mischievous smile. Anabelle rarely allowed herself to have fun these days with her back-to-back jobs, the only fun she had was getting her fringe trimmed at the end of the month. “I’m Anabelle, by the way. Impressed you’ve managed to stomach my cranky remarks with riposte for the past five or six minutes, honey.”
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Came home from work looking like a whole snack before I was supposed to get ready for trick-or-treating tonight with our son for Halloween and naturally started posing when @MOON_SHIZI ( @hcatheralcott ) started taking pictures of me like when we first started dating... It’s the dark lipstick, right? The dark red is what sells me. My wonderful lady always trying to make me feel sexy when I know I just brushed my hair in two seconds flat and rushed out the door this morning because I was running late to take Junior to school. Make me blush, why don’t you? 😘
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bforley:
“i mean, not really. i usually not even a huge coffee drinker, but i couldn’t think of anything else that would give me a boost, besides one of those super sugary energy drinks. i figured this was a better option and not just something that was straight diabetes.” he joked slightly with a shrug of his shoulders. bo really didn’t have a money issue like most college students, with his mother sending him more than enough almost every week. he decided to take yet another sip from his cup, nose scrunching up only slightly. “i’ll probably just pass on coffee all together next time.”
“You-- don’t?” He must not drink coffee often at all if that was his stance on it, her nose wrinkling at the mention of energy drinks. Retrograded back to a couple weeks ago when she had been in the gas station searching for a caffeinated, battery acid in a can of her own to drag her through a five hour shift, she could understand his position. Her own health was sub-par and in truth, she should be avoiding something immensely unhealthy as that if she desired to expand her already possibly short lifespan. “They are disgusting, please try to stay away from them if you don’t want to have a heart attack in the next few years. You know that having a big breakfast would help you by giving you a boost to start your day?” the chef asked thoughtfully. Not everyone was big on breakfast, especially this early in the morning, but it was her only thought that didn’t equate to... coffee or other caffeinated beverages. Watching him take another sip, like a guy with something to prove now that he had ordered terrible coffee, she pointed toward his cup. “Yet, you keep drinking it? Do you have a death wish?” Anabelle inquired, half-joking with her expression unchanging as she took another sip of her own coffee. She should have considered ordering a solid to put in her stomach alongside it, like a bagel, but the pain construing her abdomen had forced her to rethink the notion when she was inside.