i'm a buzzkill

SYDNEY SWEENEY. Charlotte Tilbury Dinner in Los Angeles.

perhaps she should've been more specific considering freddie's confusion in the matters . ❛ yeah , don't worry . you'll be slutty outside of the office , professional in the office . we won't be giving your hard ass parents any faints ❜ . she's seen what everyone in that company wears , it was tragically boring . and though freddie was the type to try anything she handed him , she didn't want to push any boundaries when it came to what his parents expected . ❛ so we have some casual outfits in there and some professional ones , i get tired of seeing you in navy blue and grey suits all the time . color doesn't hurt anyone ❜ and freddie was way too pretty to let himself not be a fashion ken doll . ❛ alright let's try the first outfit ❜ she claps her hands , opening up a dressing room stall and pushing freddie into it .

Head  tilted  slightly  as  he  tried  to  think  of  what  exactly  ‘slutty  professional'  was,  his  mind  staying  fully  stuck  on  that  little  fact.  Far  too  easy  to  convince  to  wear  whatever  people  threw  at  him.  Especially  someone  he  trusted  such  as  Kerris.  “I’m  going  to  trust  you  on  this  one,”  he  confirmed  for  her,  hands  held  out  to  take  the  outfits  from  her  before  heading  into  the  dressing  room.  “Is  this  fun  for  you?  Dressing  me  up  and  all  that?”  He  always  wondered  about  that  when  it  came  to  other  people.  Whether  or  not  they  had  fun  with  these  sorts  of  things.  “I’ll  feel  like  a  jerk  if  this  isn’t  something  you  like  to  do  and  just  do  it  for  me.”

a pretty face to match a good figure , all he needed to decide he was interested enough to spend the night with her even if that night stayed within the walls of this bar . maybe it'd end in something , maybe it'd only be some drinks and conversation . he wasn't pressed about either option , deciding to see where the night took him . ❛ let's see ❜ he looked around the area , it wasn't everyday he approached a woman asking to challenge her in some game but he got the vibe she was someone who'd play along . settling his eyes back on her with a wolfish grin he gestures towards the areas currently open , ❛ darts ? pool ? take your pick . as for what the winner gets , well the winner gets to decide that of course ❜

Not  one  to  ever  back  down  from  a  challenge,  Freya  couldn’t  help  but  the  intrigue  in  the  man  before  her  double.  He  was  attractive,  sure,  but  his  confidence  was  another  thing  entirely.  “Alright,  pool  it  is,”  she  conceded  after  a  moment’s  pause,  sliding  off  the  barstool  and  tossing  back  the  rest  of  her  drink.  Might  as  well  make  it  interesting.  “Winner  decides  what  the  loser  gives  them.  I  like  when  the  stakes  are  high.  I  accept  your  terms.”  Her  hand  held  out  to  him,  to  seal  the  deal  made.  

some  could  say  it  was  cruel  -  the  push  and  pull  between  them  ,  his  bad  intentions  from  the  start  ,  and  halfhearted  promises  .  beckham  would  atest  he  couldn't  be  held  at  fault  for  someone  else's  naivety  .  he  would  claim  they've  both  gotten  something  out  of  it  all  ,  in  their  own  ways  .  "  better  now  ,  "  free  hand  cupping  her  chin  as  blue  eyes  take  her  in  .  waverly  lockhart  was  beautiful  ,  that  much  he'd  never  take  away  from  her  .  hand  falling  back  to  his  side  ,  a  grin  with  a  nearly  threatening  undertone  to  it  surfacing  .  "  how  have  you  been  ,  babe  ?  staying  out  of  trouble  ,  i  hope  ,  "  his  words  coming  out  smooth  ,  attention  only  intently  on  her  when  it  suits  him  ,  much  like  it  does  right  now  .          

There  were  a  lot  of  reasons  why  Waverly  should  stay  away  from  Beckham.  He  was  one  of  the  few  people  able  to  tangle  her  into  his  web  of  lies.  The  type  of  person  that  she  had  been  drawn  to  from  the  beginning.  His  friendship  with  her  notorious  ex  just  made  things  way  worse  for  her.  Yet,  here  she  was,  like  a  moth  to  the  flame,  she  was  right  in  front  of  him  with  a  sweet  smile  on  her  face.  “Oh,  I’m  always  innocent,”  the  words  slipped  from  her  lips  as  the  coy  smile  overtook  delicate  features.  “Maybe  I  came  looking  for  trouble  tonight.  Have  any  idea  where  I  might  be  able  to  find  some?”