Dakotaslimes

"Okay — yeah, the condescension is unnecessary, Jos." Because that was like a nice little slap to the face and the reciprocation out of her own mouth felt a clear sign. Were they really going to leave things like this? Bitter and like a half-assed footnote on a first edit? Josie seemed content with just that, but Kieran, with the papers in the rental car on the passenger seat, had set herself up for exposure. Diverting though, she took the first couple of steps towards the familiar house, taking her chances, "I think it's about a little more than that, and it was a long drive out here. I need to use the bathroom and I don't think it'd kill you to get me a coffee."

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: f, nb 25+ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: best friend 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: felicity (aka "city") is a travel photographer and brought your muse on a trip. she convinced them to crash a local's wedding with her.

This little vacay couldn't have come at a better time. Vigo, the current fiancé and director of the off broadway show just cancelled before the first dress rehearsal pulled it's first test curtain, was off sulking and getting obliterated and Nev, when City pulled in a cosmic clutch with two tickets to another timezone there was no hesitation. Bags packed by daylight. So now, day whatever of heaven, the two stood at the open bar, noticing watchful eyes and City's clear worry as she racked through a faux scenario in her head, leaning back against bar on her elbow and pointing to the partygoers, "Oh, I already told that bald man I danced with that came up to my tits that we were hired by the groom to entertain the groomsmen afterwards." Letting that sit for a second too long before laughing. Having already taken advantage of the free champagne, sat her glass down and casually turned to the blonde fully, "Honey. Baby, darling, sugar puss. Don't think about it too much. Whatever first comes to mind, voila, then that's it. . . was it a car? A near drowning where she fell off a pier and you had to jump in the freezing temps after her? Oh, you stepped in when someone had a knife and was going stab her? I like that one actually."

"All publicity is good publicity blah blah blah." He shrugged, teasing Benji. Perhaps it was that difference between them that tied them together through the years. He had a more relaxed view of how the public perceived him those days, rather than caring far too much in his youth.

That may have been all that was needed to take him out of his tailspin of doubt — the negativity surely wouldn't lift, not by any real standards if they were to be on a scale, but the standards expected, clearly, were low. "You might walk away unscathed after this, not a chance I'm not dragged into washed-up territory. I couldn't handle that. You know, Cisco's Tribe was an answer on Jeopardy last week." He told him as if the rust hadn't ever set in.

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muse: josie hoffman, early - fifties, novelist. open to: male / female / nb situation: y/m  has  shown  up  on  josie's  doorstep  unexpectedly  after  a  month  of  no  contact.  connection:  partner,  fwb,  situationship. -> cc @indiestarter

Well. Her cahonas were never in question where the work worked. Kieran while ever discreet where business met pleasure, found herself tangled again in a confusing swirl of admiration, lust, and matters of the heart. The attraction gradual and uncertain for a time. And then, suddenly, it was more. Quiet. Passionate. Meant always to be fleeting. That was how Kieran decided long ago life would go. Secrative to a fault. "Surprise." She said, tone pitched high as the nerves set in and Josie was actually in front of her again. The thing now, was the final nail in the literary coffin. A signature. Astor & Ink and Josie Hoffman. Two brands severing ties, an email and scan just felt so. . . gross. "I— I didn't think it was appropriate given all we've —you and A&I have been through. I thought it'd be um—" biting back on her lip in thought, knowing anything she'd say now didn't mean much. "I thought you'd rather see me than an intern for this."

Lips curl into an awkward smirk and he nods once when at her words. Sniffle, throat clear, blink. Brows furrow a little as she goes on and apologizes. His cheeks instantly flush with embarrassment. He leans against the freezer, facing her and letting his head tilt to the side.

"Shy." She repeated his actual name, ah Shy. Shiloh. Micah nodded with the correction, acknowledging her flub. "Shiloh, right. Like the dog." Micah felt the flush again, her posture shifted with the basket in her hand and a soft chuckle left her lips. His name was probably something she as a teenager would've remembered for all of time, but when you were lying well, it was always the little details wasn't it that gave it all away.

Cont. from @dakotaslimes || Taryn and Jake (x)

"You don't —" the words were there, struggling to get out as it was completely asinine in this moment to question when the obvious was so omnipresent. And yet. . . "You seem like you do care." Jake, through word vomit and an instant regret, doused himself quick with what quarter of the glass he had left. Flustered beyond as everything leading up to this point with Taryn, and she was right, was meant to be compartmentalized to a 'one and done' casually speaking, wholeheartedly though, meant to ink with a memory for the books. But the way her cadence flipped, Jake in his most shameful state, did feel some sort of way about their situation, "It's cool if you do, I uh, I just don't really do hanging around... in, you know, nights like that. It's nothing personal. So you know."

Her eyes practically sparkled at the sight of the lighter, happily plucking it from Cooper's grasp to light her cigarette. She had him trained well. All the whining about work stuff, though? Nancy could live without it. Messing with the window controls, she kindly exhaled her first puff out the crack, ignoring how itchy-all-over it made her feel whenever Cooper started to talk about real stuff like his family. She'd never expected to meet any of them, which, okay, yeah, maybe that was on her, considering they'd literally gotten married. But, like... the air is thinner up in the mountains, okay? She hadn't been thinking about forever and living together and in-laws, or how freaky it might be to realize just how much the Sandovals reminded her of her dad's family back in Vegas.

Oh trouble was trouble, I'm in trouble. Is what he thought (heard) as he happily reveled in the feeling of her nails at the nape of his neck. "Do anything fer you," He said, under his breath. A sheet of hot furnace red blushed through just about every part of his body at that; scared, too, he might actually lose her at it.