𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 /.

            “  i   mean   ,   yeah     .   i’d   LOVE     to   do   that   sometime     .   think   it   would   be   nice   for     us   to   do   together   before   the   baby   and   all     .   just   relax   as   a   whole   .   ”   of   course   he   knew   once   their   son   or     daughter   made   their   way   into     the   world     that   things   would   probably   get     super   CRAZY   in     their   pretty   calm     world   currently   and   it     would   be   better   for     them   to   go   into   it   relaxed   rather   than   stressed   like   most   parents   were   .   eyes   soon   divert   back   down   to   his   phone   and   with   nothing   new   he   gives   her   a     nod   . “   we’re   all   good   for     today   too   .   nothing     new   so   i’m   free   .   ”

            there’s   a   slight   smile     now   as   she   questions   him   .   many   people   didn’t   know   ANYTHING   when   it   came   to   trevor   and   the   way   he   thought   .   this   was   the   time   for   him   to   be   honest   about   his     feelings   .    “   yeah   ,   yeah   i     do   .   i   think   it’s   probably   one   of   the   most   beautiful   forms   of   love   .   it’s   all   about   meeting     your   soulmate   and   having   your   own   soul     be   super   stoked   about   it   .   ”   he   was     WONDERING   WHY   she   would   ask   him   such   a   thing   ,   but   ,   he   knew   he   shouldn’t   pry   where   it   wasn’t   needed   .  

               though   lorenzo   TRUTHFULLY     worried   about     a   future     being   two   assassin’s   and   all     that   .   he   knew   that   it     could   work   out   if   two   people     cared   enough   about   one   another     .   looking   at   his   own   parents   and     the   love   they   used     to   share   before   LOSING   their     lives   together   even   .   he   just     hoped   love   was     a   real   possibility   .   “   i     didn’t   know   you   were     either   .   ”   he   chuckles     a   bit   as     he’s   nudging   her   nose     with   his   .    “     alright   ,   beautiful   .     think   we   need   to   get     OUT   OF   HERE   now   .   ”

          liam   ALWAYS   did   wear     his   heart     on   his   sleeve     .   even   he   was   being   a   dickhead     like   he   was   now   with   the   woman     .   he   was   just   trying   to     see   how   FAR   he   could   take   it   before     she   exploded   .   almost   like     a   child   who   liked     another   girl   in   school   .   it   was     the   same   way   ,   but   a     little   more   extreme   .   now   that     she’s   kissed   him   and   truly   shown   that   maybe   there     was   something   there   .   the   whole     thing   had   changed   .    “   i     mean   …   i   wanna   do   something   .   i   wouldn’t     just   kiss   you   to   kiss   you   …     i   just   don’t   want   it   to     come   between   our   professional   relationship   either   .   a   real   relationship     would   be   nice   .   i   guess   we     can   just   see   how     it   goes   .   ” 

         though   eden   was   aware   she     was   probably   going   to   be   a   decent     stepping   stone   for   the   other   ,   she   kind   of     had   to   not   care   either   .   people   came   AND   WENT   in   this   profession   .   it   was   just   something   everyone   had   to   get   used     to   from   time   -   to   -   time     .   she   had   to   remember   that   if   that   was   going   to   be   the   case     ,   that   she   shouldn’t   take   it   even   close   to   personal   .   there   were   many   celebrities   who   had   more   fame   than   she   did   .    “   no   ,   i   don’t   want   that   for   you     either   .   just   come   on   in   and     sit   where   .   literally   there’s   so   many   places   to   sit   in   here   it’s     CRAZY   .   ”

      he grinned , finding ones optimism to be quite innocent possibly more than how true nature could be . digits laced the corrupted dessert taking a bite & finding himself in pure ecstasy automatically going to achieve a perfect high before the night would find itself at an end . it was delicious , though he wouldn’t mention anything regarding it knowing that it’d be the start of them assuming they’ve got him slightly endearing by little actions . ‘ trust me , i have better sportsmanship than these douches here . if i lose , which i won’t , i won’t be cursing or throwing a fit like the rest of you’s . i take that shit & learn from it . ’ broadly generalizing all the contest here not knowing the specific habits as each within the industry . same would be said with victory , honoring celebratory winnings however not degrading the other participants of such a tragic loss. ‘ where shall i begin ? ’

      hesitation still lingered around , convinced with detailed evidence that the whole operation was legit though at odds that she was the right candidate for the job essentially . words stayed unspoken letting the other pick the beverage & continue to persuade her toward the right track of taking it in need of the last minute aid . pondering how circumstance would be if plan conducted differently it possibly would have let her skipping out & possibly backlash toward the patron . ‘ i mean all you could have told me was you wanted to pay to see me in person publicly & that would have been all said & done . all i’m wondering now is why a cop subscribes to me & thinks that springing this toward me now was the best plotted idea . ’

       the publicity team started to leave the large and sophisticated room, all of them had the same look on their faces: disappointed. given that the meeting - gathering the whole band and some people who took care of their image - was with the only reason to try to convince max that being photographed drunk and showing the middle finger to some fans, wouldn’t do much good for his image. well, it didn’t help, since the only answer from max was that “i don’t care about these FUCKING nosy paparazzi.” since he became famous, he wasn’t used to get a no, so, it’s obvious that in the end he managed to get what he wanted. before the drummer left the room, he noticed the figure of the new assistant still sitting at the table - it was hard not to have noticed her, taking into account the annoyed way she had looked at him the whole meeting - his eyes narrowed in curiosity, and he decided to manifest himself in the room now only with the two. “no need to get so mad, sweetheart, now you know how things work around here.” his tone came out wry, a bored expression occupying his face.

    as she had observed the conference, she didn’t know what the hell to think. working for nëbula was her first big break, and as determined as she was to keep this job for a reasonable amount of time, she couldn’t allow him to walk all over her efforts to maintain a decent public image of himself. her index finger had been click-clacking the push button into the barrel of her pen, amber eyes examining her notes to see if more information was needed. no, she didn’t think so; she had spent a majority of the meeting with several glares shot at his direction whenever he would answer a question ARROGANTLY. eyelids narrowed when he had made eye contact with her and spoke those condescending words to her, prompting her to rise from her seat. “don’t sweetheart me, pumpkin. you’re makin’ this a whole lot harder for me than it needs to be. what’s your issue anyway? is your head really that far up your ass to think you’re so godly?”

Make me. In some strange twist of fate, her fire’s extinguished. Didi actually looks momentarily surprised at his words, completely taken aback by his boldness. His door is closed behind her. And locked. The look she gives him when she turns back is odd, a lot of conflicting emotions hiding behind those bright eyes of hers. She’s on him quickly, her steps from the door to him seemingly rushed.

Didi’s hand is pressed to his chest, sliding upwards. She’s suddenly not too concerned about being within his personal space— her ulterior motives are quickly revealed as that same hand snaps upward, grabbing the edge of his ear and tugging him down to her level. “Do not talk to me like that, hm. I don’t care who you think you are, I think you’re an asshole and if you continue to piss me off, I’m going to rip something off of you and feed it to my cat, hm.” His ear is given one more firm tug before he’s released and she settles herself in the room’s one armchair.

She’s either been spending too much time with her cat or that’s one uncomfortable chair because she just ends splaying herself across it, still looking mad as hell. “It better be good pizza.” Very demanding for an intrusive guest but with how she makes herself at home, it’s not hard to think Didi’s there to stay— or, at least, until she gets her free food and some information from Laine. 

“First off, I really want to know why you’re such a prick, hm. Because I know why I’m a bitch and it’s completely justified; you? I’m not too sure.” She gives him a look. “Secondly, I need to know why you feel some…agent would be stalking you in a motel. Are you a spy, hm? I’ve always wanted to meet a spy like James Bond and you’re…well, if you’re a spy, I’ll be very disappointed.”

Didi suddenly snaps and points at him. “Thirdly! What the hell is your name, bitch boy? I like to know my enemies very intimately, you know.” Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? 

    again, he had expected some weak slaps across his face or arms, but not this. “jesus h fucking christ,” he hissed out as his ear was tugged downwards to meet her at her level-- he had to bite down on his tongue to make yet another comment on her height, but he’ll save it for later. “huh... your cat must have a HEARTY diet or something.” once she found it within her to let him and his ear go, he lightly rubbed at it, feeling a bit of a burning sensation in the cartilage. both in anger and humiliation. yet he knew if he reacted as he felt, it was something she was expecting. for now, he’ll keep his cool and continue to piss her off.

    “yeah... make yourself comfortable,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he took another hit. laine doubted he would survive this whole encounter if he didn’t smoke; hell, he was getting a headache just from staring at her right now. “oh trust me, it is. hungry howie’s has the best pizza i’ve ever eaten.”  he put away his pen after exhaling, thinking three dab hits were enough for him to deal with her. “so, do you always do this whenever you meet new people? pull them by the ear and get comfortable in their place of residence? you must have a lot of friends.”

    he was a prick because he had to be. it was the best way to cope with everything that’s happened the past decade or so. “because i can. next question.” she was a stranger he had just met. she didn’t need to know his entire life story and possibly expose him, bringing attention to him and fucking up the ANONYMITY he worked so hard to achieve. “i’m not a spy. i’m a guy on the run. thirdly, name’s laine or rossi. bitch boy to you.” he plopped down on his bed and laid on his back; though he portrayed himself as very comfortable, he was always on guard.

Hearing how long the picture had been circulating, Mars was genuinely surprised. It probably shouldn’t have been one, seeing as how long dumb decisions seemed to follow others in this industry. He was just glad he didn’t have his own demons following him… yet, anyway. “I mean… good that it’s not that terrible, I guess, if it’s following him around for a solid two months. Hopefully I don’t have anything that interesting for you to sweep under the rug. I’d like to think I’m pretty low-key.”

    she had hired lawyers to help remove that image but unfortunately, they weren’t able to. so many shirts and merchandise were in circulation, and there was nothing they could do about it. the man in question did receive a stern talking to, and dee didn’t need to raise her voice to be INTIMIDATING. “honestly... if you have anything that i should need to know, please tell me in advance. i don’t want to wake up tomorrow and see you pulling any WWE moves on people in mascot costumes. and to think i was going to buy disney tickets for y’alls band for surpassing the sales quota,” she teased.

     she  didn’t  mind  the  questions  ,  in  fact  ,  she  quite  likes  them  .  it’s  passing  the  time  .  bexley  hums  as  she  licks  over  her  lower  lip  ,  tilting  her  head  to  the  side  as  she  leans  back  against  the  chair  .  “  what  do  they  do  ?  well  ,  right  now  they’re  retired  .  my  dad  was  in  a  band  ,  and  my  mama  acted  and  sang  .  once  they  had  me  and  my  siblings  ,  mama  gave  it  up  so  that  she  could  look  after  us  properly  .  ”  she  smiles  as  she  listens  to  the  other  ,  cooing  softly  .  “  oh  my  god  ,  we’re  sat  next  to  each  other  ,  ”  bexley  laughs  ,  her  nose  scrunching  . 

“Baseball, country music, cold beer, and NASCAR. Sounds like a perfect Saturday afternoon. Maybe we could do those things one of these days. When you aren’t on duty, that is.” She was a little embarrassed to admit that she hadn’t spent much time outside of her parents’ social circle, but she’d always wanted to. But with the world being dangerous for a young woman to do all those things by herself without getting heckled by strangers, and none of her ‘friends’ being as curious as she was, she hadn’t gotten to do any of those. Kelsey shuddered a little and dabbed the area around his eyes with a cool, damp wash cloth one last time. “Should spray it on your bodies then, not the eyes. Just let me know if it starts stinging again.” At least the peppery smell was gone, so he wouldn’t have to spend the next few hours sneezing from it.

‘perfect, and that will also earn you an invite to breakfast, whenever you like.’ now that was something that vienna would enjoy, more opportunities to have fun. her father was clearly impressed by the bonding between his wife and his colleague. “my passion? that’s something i can divulge. it’s art, in particular paintings and photography. cooking is cool, it’s like an art form of sorts.” she replied simply, knowing he was purposely putting a light on her.