Marcella & Bruno

“Some place, huh?” he asked to the other person in the room. It was steamy and had wooden benches all along the walls. “I’ve been here two years and never set foot in here. I think it’s because I don’t know what an ‘aqualounge’ is supposed to be. I kept picturing weird pods fully of water that you sealed into like a tanning bed. Or cryotherapy. Which I think they do have…” Billy let his voice trail off, realizing he was rambling into dead air. “…sorry,” he deflated, “I’m probably disturbing your zen or whatever.”

“normally i’d tell you to shut up, but i’m feeling talkative today,” bruno flashed him a smile and poured water over the rocks. he prefered to unwind in silence but bruno always makes an exception to give someone a warm welcome. first impressions are very important to him. “and they do have those pods but they make feel like i’m getting abducted by aliens so i avoid them.” he sat back down and asked, “what finally made you come in?” 

PEDRO PASCAL | Summer TCA Tour 2015

OPEN STARTER: on the beach in dayton // @everyone

“of course,” marcella said as she gazed off into the waters. there was something so calming about watching the waves crash on the shore, bringing shells, rocks, and little creatures with it. “looking at it is the only thing that can calm me down after a long day, well that and a lot of weed or alcohol.” marcella knew that she was mild, maybe even prudish, when it came to dayton drug scene but spend as much time as she did in the ER you’d be scared of a lot things too. 

        kenny has always admired girls confident enough to strip. sure she did it herself online but that was different, it was from the comfort of her own home. the blonde often found herself at heaven’s door so she could get fucked up while staring at all the beautifully talented girls and tonight was no exception. ordering a few pornstar shots she sat at the bar threw one back. “ugh, i wish i had the confidence to go up there. they look like they’re having so much fun, don’t you think?” kenny said over the music as she looked to the person beside her leaned against the bar.

“oh definitely,” marcella replied. she had the same idea as kenny, if you’re going to get shit-faced might as well do with a bunch of beautiful women around. “next time there’s an amateur night you should give it a try. i’d join you but, but the world just isn’t ready to know the majesty that it my tits,” she teased and smiled. “but you might be. i’m marcella” 

“I think this is my best batch yet. And, yes, this time I did skip the rat poison.” Rory stated all too bluntly as she bit into one of the cupcakes she’d made. It was a new recipe and one she wasn’t too sure she was keen on. Most of the time she received a recipe and hated it until she’d made it her own and now was no different. As for the rat poison… well, that would just remain her little secret for now. There was a sick sort of pleasure in being dressed up as the sweet little rich girl and knowing she could full well kick someones ass if she needed to. She was like Hannah Montana but with more edge. A lot more edge. “You wanna try? I’ve got a dozen of them but there’s no way I’ll be able to eat them all. I’m just trying to work out the recipe. And you know they’re safe cuz I just ate one.” She smirked, “Unless I’ve worked up a tolerance to the death causing drug inside of it. That’s up to you to gamble.” 

“rooorrryy,” bruno said her name with so much concern, “you make me so glad that i don’t have kids.” he knew that she had many many good qualities, but he was struggling to remember what they were at the moment. “i told you this last time, i’m not eating anything you make unless you’re absolutely sure without a doubt in your mind, that you are not going to poison me.” this was probably all because he was denying her coffee, she had finally snapped. 

Gabe was out and about the houseboat, cleaning up after one rather fun night with a young blonde woman who has had a breakdown with her car. As a good Samaritan, Gabe picked her up, brought her to the closest mechanic to check up on her car – as well as bring her home to check up on her. It was a fun time and a wild time with her and he was not surprised that Gabe was left with the cold turkey in the morning, as he walked around the bedroom picking up his clothes and even fishing out what was allegedly the girl’s panties from under the bed. One for the flags on the roof then, he thought amusedly, as he twirled the item of clothing in his finger, reminding himself of the ‘decorative streamers’ made from women’s panties that were left at his place on the roof of the houseboat. It was then when he heard the knock on the door, as Gabe frowned at it. He was not expecting guests in the morning as he opened the door and a woman stood there on the walkway, still carrying the pair of panties he found. “Hello.” He mused. “You’re not Chinese food…”

“no i’m not, and you’re not an elderly couple who need to take their medication and blood pressure. but i trust that we’ll let each other know if anything changes.” marcella smiled until she made eye contact with the bow on the on panties in the stranger’s hand. she scrunched her nose and thought ‘ are those dirty or clean? can i see any - oh - shouldn’t have looked ‘ she dealt with vomit and blood all day at the hospital but this is what grossed her out? maybe it was because she was expecting robert and lena, but then again if there was an elderly couple in dayton they must be freaky to say the least. “i’m looking for robert and angelina mccoy, do you happen to know which boat is theres? they called me this morning to say that they’d be at their boat not their apartment.” 

“I can feel you staring.”  Words spoken to the person behind her, the look is always something she can damn near feel. “And if you don’t say something soon, I’m going to call to catch a predator on that ass, so I suggest we figure this out, bud.” 

everything about the woman one table over was captivating. her hair, her makeup, how she threw the dart at the board across the room. she couldn’t pull her eyes away. marcella thought about not saying anything for a few moments but the piercing stare of the woman made her reconsider. she took a deep breath and said, “can i sit with you?” they were both here alone and could probably each use some company. marci always hated being alone with her thoughts. 

OPEN STARTER: at the oasis // @everyone

the oasis was a nice hotel, bruno would often stop by for a few drinks after work. he hadn’t been sitting long when he heard yasmine’s voice. he looked over his shoulder and smiled, she looked proud and powerful in all that red.  “question, do i look like a hooker? because i’ve have four separate men come over to and offer to take me upstairs. it is where i’m sitting?” he smiled. “you look good yas, i like the whole big hair and red thing,” he gestured at her body, “you look like one of those sexy peacock things that catch on fire -phoenix, you look like a phoenix.”