glitter in the air

“Nope,” Xy said matter-of-factly before strolling in past Bethany and into her apartment. “But when have you ever known me to make plans ahead of time? The only time I schedule anything is for work, and today is a Sunday, which means I follow nobody’s schedule but mine.” Setting the bags of food and tray of drink on the kitchen counter, she turned to face her sleepy-eye’d friend, a smile creeping across her lips. “I take it you had a long night? So what was it? A hot date? Another fancy shoot? Tell me so I can think about something other than the pile of emails I have waiting in my inbox.”

“I love your spontaneity. I’m way too much of a planner. Which is weird considering that I am kind of a hippie at times. Should be able to go with the flow,” she furrowed her brow in thought. Taking one of the coffees, the Aussie hummed contently. “Photo shoot for Chanel. Apparently they wanted a night shoot, which can be cool, but very tiring. I’m not meant to work in the dark without my old body wanting to sleep at nine. How have you been though?”

“Yeah, her being with the joker and how ‘great’ they are together.” He rolled his eyes. “The crew shes assembling is looking cool, pretty deadly too. Are you a big superhero movie fan?”

“It’s annoying, really. No woman should rely on a man to make her happy, so it’s nice to see her do something for herself,” the feminist in Beth was coming out, but it was a topic she was annoyed by. “Yeah, they look pretty good, although most of the people are in Arrow, so it’s going to be weird seeing the characters and them being different actors. I like DC comics. So I love the DC universe. Marvel is just too goody two shoes for me. I like things a little more darker.”

“I know on the New York subway you see some otherworldly shit such as someone holding a live, sentient peacock or someone lugging a wardrobe back to their apartment. But today I overheard two teenage girls talking about how it was cuffing season. For me, cuffing season never stops.” Tyler joked, slinging the handcuffs from his belt. He twirled them around his finger as his eyebrows raised at the other. “Am I taking this too literally?”

“What’s cuffing season? Or am I too old to get this new phrase. I get so bloody confused anymore with the new things that teenagers say. They say something different every day,” she scrunched her face, trying to think of what it could mean. “I would say it’s a little literal, but what do I know.”

10 am on a Sunday morning was the crack of dawn for most New Yorkers; however, for Xyla Villanueva, 10 am meant she’d already been awake for hours. She had already taken Butters out for a walk, tidied up her apartment and answered a number of panicked emails from clients by 9:30, leaving her with zero responsibilities for the rest of the day. The idea of laying in bed all day, starting a number of television shows on Netflix or maybe hitting the gym sounded good in her head. In fact, it was probably what she needed to mentally and physically reset for another stress-filled week. But considering days away from responsibilities were few and far between, resuscitating her suffering social life was exactly how she wanted to spend the rest of the day.

After quickly packing her wallet, charger and other essentials into her purse, Xy darted out her door, leaving a sleeping Butters on the couch. Sunday brunch was one the best, if not the best meal of the week. It meant being able to indulge in both the sweet treats of weekend breakfasts such as French Toast and Pancakes, while also incorporating all the delicious tastes from lunch, therefore creating Eggs Benedicts and even Chicken & Waffle. Upon arrival at Bubby’s in Tribeca, she picked out a total of four dishes, two savoury and two sweet, as well as a couple drinks to-go from their vast mouth-watering selection. Before long, Xy arrived at the front door of their house, her arms full of breakfast foods, coffee and juices and her stomach grumbling under her coat.

“Wake up!” Xy yelled from the other side of the door, her knuckles rapping against the wood as much as possible. “I have eggs and I’m not afraid to eat them all.”

It was a late night photo shoot that had the Aussie sleeping in on a Sunday. It was normal for her to get up at the crack of dawn to do pilates or yoga to destress and prepare for the week ahead. Giving a moan when she heard the knock on her door, Beth rubbed her eyes as she looked at the clock. “Well shit,” she slowly got up, adjusting the nightshirt she had on. “One minute,” she yelled, grabbing her glasses to throw on to open the door. “Hey. Did we have plans and I forgot? I didn’t get back till like one or two, so my brain is just fried right now. But, come in. I need a huge coffee right now.”

Yeah that’s a good one, she sure is. I’m excited to see her solo movie. Are you planning on bar hopping or one place? Most efficient way to get the job done would be one place I guess.

“I’m really excited for her solo movie. It’s about time she gets the correct recognition. Usually it’s just about her being with the joker but she’s her own person and I am excited to see what they do with it.”

Georgina stood in line at the coffee shop, waiting for her order to get ready. As soon as her drink was ready, she zoomed out the door heading down to the subway, before almost bumping into someone. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, did I spill anything on you?” She asked the person she almost knocked over.

It clearly wasn’t the Aussie’s day. She was running late for a photoshoot and to top of off, this woman ran right into her, spilling her coffee. “Mate, really?” She rolled her eyes as she looked at her empty cup. 

I’m at a loss for a costume and what to actually do for the big night. Like is it weird to dress up without a kid or not being in my twenties anymore? I’m hoping to just go to a Halloween store and make a decision there. Please what do you think, suggestion wise or if you want to come along? Both would be great.

“I dress up to get drunk. Haven’t figured out my costume yet, though. I am thinking Harley Quinn because she’s pretty kick ass.”

“I know this is a dumb question…” Erik allowed a small pause to follow his words, as he really considered whether or not he wanted to ask. Surely a Google search would yield the same results, right? But he pushed on. It’d be weirder to start a question then stop. “I’ve lived here for so long, I’m kind of used to everything New York has to offer. What are some good, touristy places to take guests? My Nana finally decided New York isn’t full of just murderers and muggers, so she’s coming to visit next week, and I figured she’d probably want to see more than the inside of my apartment and the McDonald’s down the block.”

Drinking her coffee, Beth was silent as she checked random emails on her phone and adding shows and photo shoots to her calendar when she heard someone speak. “Mate, I’m not good at this. Maybe a musical, ballet, play, the Rockettes, Central Park. That’s all I can really think of. I’m from Australia, so no native here.”

It would be nice if I was dating, but I hope to be at the peak of my career, or hitting my peak in like three years and then retiring to a nice life with a bunch of dogs and a glass of wine.

Blood sausage is pretty gross to some people cause it’s a sausage filled with blood. 

“I dunno, I see a lot more Freddy, Jason, and what’s his name much more than the Stranger Things… things.” A small snort of amusement befell upon him. “It’s only talked about in a craze for a few months when it comes out and when trailers drops. Where I see marathons of all the classic killers all the damn time on American television. It’s kinda ridiculous. Overplayed.” He corrected himself, then. “Meh, I dunno. Maybe I’ll make like one or two secret items on the menu like Starbucks where ya can get a dish centered around one or two of ‘em. Just for ya, if you’re nice.”

“No, what you do it the rare or uncommon horror movies. The ones people don’t think they would never see in relation with food. Like, the Exorcist, Frankenstein, maybe Twilight Zone episodes,” she rambled from the top of her head. “It is so stupid. I mean, I’m not a fan of clowns, but it wasn’t as scary as I thought. Now, Chucky is a completely different thing. I hate creepy dolls, and Chucky freaks me out.” Beth shook her head as she took a drink. “Oh, you’re sweet. I feel so special.”

“She’s really cute. And so teeny.” He says and walks over, softly petting the dog’s back. “I don’t even think I’ve seen Bucky this small. When I first got him as a puppy, he was easily twice this size.” He says and sits on the couch with Lola. “I’m sure she knows you can take care of yourself. Either that, or she knows she’s about as threatening as a daisy.” He chuckles. “Maybe I will let loose. We can do that for Final Destination?”

“Yeah, she’s fully grown. Um, I think she’s about two kilo. I can’t remember. It’s been a while since I had her weighed,” Beth nodded as she ran a hand through her hair. “Maybe. I know that I do have some self defense training. Doubt I’m strong, but definitely know how to fight back if I have no choice.” A smile formed as she nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. I haven’t watched that movie in forever.”

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“ Really so you get more time to just chill then?” He asked smiling as he looks at her. “Well, maybe you can recreate some of the foods over here, what sort of food was your favourite?” He asked as he looked at her. “ That’s a shame but luckily its a big country so you aren’t missing out on much”

“Yeah, kind of. I usually love being busy and nonstop, but when I go home, I like to relax. Even if it was in a different area than where I grew up,” she smiled softly with a nod. “Vegemite is my favorite thing. I have like three containers of it and I never run out. Everyone thinks it tastes bad, but I love it. Meat pies, pavlova, lamingtons, so many things. Those are off the top of my head.” A smile formed as she thought about the food. “Yeah, I stay away and honestly, after cutting them out of my life, I feel like a giant weight was lifted off my body.”