DIAMANTINE.

he pours them both a drink, carrying it to her on the couch, offering the glass to her, clinking them together with a chuckle. “i must admit, begrudgling, i have been lonely lately.” he sighs, with  certain dramatics as he settles himself on the arm of the couch.

“I absolutely do,” Pru replied breezily, smiling around her own ‘cigarette’ as she passed over the lighter. “How weird that it’s already September,” she mused, leaning on her elbows as she gazed out over the city. “Summer used to feel years long. Now I blink and I miss it.” Her smile was wistful as she took a hit, inhaling the thick smoke deep into her lungs. “Oh,” she sputtered, coughing a bit as she waved her hand through the cloud she exhaled, “you don’t mind, do you?” 

“Thanks,” Ophélie smiled as she took the lighter. “Isn’t it?” She agreed, wistfully. “And soon it’ll be winter and we’ll all be freezing.” She was a summer girl, felt most herself when it was warm and sunny and sultry. “I don’t,” she replied, shaking her hand. “Oh, I’ve forgotten to introduce myself — I’m Ophélie.”

needing a breath of fresh air, gianna made her way outside to the rooftop for a smoke. she wasn’t huge on cigarettes, but she’d been cutting back her dosage on xanax lately, and was trying to find other ways to cope. “here,” she offered, lighting her own cigarette before offering the lighter to the other woman. “keep it. i’m not much of a smoker,” she half grinned.

“Oh, well, thank you,” Ophélie said with a smile, lighting up and taking a long drag of her cigarette before looking back at the woman. “Trying to quit?” She guessed. “Or just don’t like them much?” She extended a hand in greeting. “I’m Ophélie, by the way.”

asher’s dark eyes trailed out across the cityscape before them, “it is a nice view. looks like a post card or something. that sort of iconic view.” he laughed. he smiles, easily, “not my favorite city, but it is pretty.”

“It almost feels dreamlike, after a while,” Ophélie remarked, taking in the seemingly endless rows of lights which filled her vision. “What is your favorite city?” She asked, curiously.

Lara first waited to see who it was that joined her on the rooftop before she announced her presence. At the sight of Ophelie, the corners of her lips lifted into a smirk, though. “Here you go, O.” The blonde tossed her her Pink Floyd lighter before she looked down. She was sitting in the shadows, on the edge of the roof with her feet dangling over the side. “What brings you here this fine evening?”

gabriel studied her dress – beautiful, elegant. he’d expect no less of her. he nods, stepping inside, “a drink sounds lovely.” he remarked, his own smirk curling his lips. “how was your event?” he asks her, moving to where he knew she kept the alcohol. “i trust you were the prettiest woman in the room, as usual.” the casual compliment slips easily. whether or not it is meant is a gray area. gabriel was a sliver tongued snake on the best of days.

“No, I’m afraid not. I haven’t had a cigarette in years.” He let out and glanced over at the brunette and cleared his throat. “It’s a terrible habit that I had to stop, really.”

“Fair enough,” Ophélie replied, good-naturedly. “I probably ought to quite at some point, but,” she shrugged. She didn’t want to.

Of course! And feel free to message me if you need any clarification!

So the Gold Group is a huge multinational media conglomerate ( one of the world’s biggest ). So they’re involved in telecommunications, movie/tv production, broadcast/cable/news/streaming, music, publishing, possibly some other things as well. A real behemoth.

Mornings were never Caleb’s thing. He’d get up around noon most of the time, but resulting in new jobs meant he had to be up and running before nine in the morning. He took that opportunity to walk his own dog around the block and to get coffee. He sat down on one of the benches as his dog sat down next to him. He didn’t really notice the people walking by, but someone started speaking and he looked up to see a woman standing there with two of her dogs. He looked up and chuckled. “It is. It’s nice to have some sunny skies. That until a month or two months from now it’ll be snowing. People actually run this early in the morning?”

“I do like this time of year, after we’ve passed the midsummer hit and before it gets cold,” Elise agreed, with a nod. “Not too many,” she admitted. “But this isn’t even especially early by my standards, and these two,” she nodded down to her dogs. “Have come to expect their early morning walks by now.”

“hate stocks.” asher admits, making a face. honestly, he hated most things to have to do with money in general. chock it up to ‘bad associations’ growing up jewish. people always assumed his family was in banking or something. and it was, to say the least, rude. “what’re you doing up here – besides smoking, i mean?”

“Yeah? So do I. They’re the most boring thing in the world,” she laughed, taking another drag. She’d never had a mind for that kind of thing. Any dreams her father may have fostered of her  one day succeeding him had been hopefully dashed when she was a child. “Nothing in particular. Enjoying the view,” she gestured at the city lights.

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