𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋

After a pretty lazy day, Annabeth figured she would go to the gym and work out. Her career was all about staying in shape and she had her daily work out routine, and despite having smoked some in the past hour while binging some Netflix she figured she might as well go work out now. The girl grabbed her headphones and water bottle and headed out the door toward the gym on floor one. On her way over she bumped into someone and couldn’t help but shoot them a glare. “Dude you could’ve dirtied my shoes. I use these for practices and I like to keep them shiny, white, and new without a spec of dust thank you very much.” She said as she took one of her headphones out of her ear to face the person who had bumped her.

 almost  makes  him  chuckle  that  all  of  this  is  said  while  she’s  looking  at  her  phone    ,    though  he  wasn’t  going  to  comment  on  that.    didn’t  need  any  type  of  defense  to  prove  his  point    ––    it  was  his  own  OPINION    ,    wasn’t  looking  for  anyone  to  agree.    “  yes    ,    i’m  a  model.    but  i  haven’t  always  been  a  model.    i  used  to  be  a  mechanic    ,    after  i  got  out  of  high  school.  ”    wasn’t  that  he  MISSED  being  a  mechanic    ,    but  those  were  definitely  much  different  times.    “  it’s  not  that  it  bothers  me.    there’s  just  a  lot  of    .  .  .    social  pressure  that  i  don’t  think  i’ll  ever  be  used  to    ,    you  know    ?    ”

amina: i cannot be blamed for my cravings, okay? i like the stronger tastes!

amina: oh that sounds divine, anything special?

lindsey: i think you are so brave and beautiful for eating cheese like that

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗. 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 : 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖘.

“ well look what the motherfucking cat dragged in! ” tybalt’s already had plenty to drink – he’s got a cocktail in his hand as he stands to drape his arm across their shoulders, a wide grin crossing his features. “ you should’ve told me you were on your way! i would’ve ordered you something. ” he turns to the bartender and points to them. “ on my tab, capeesh? ” looking back at them, he grins once more. “ happy to see you. ”

starter: open location: rits apartments, rooftop pool.

laid on a sun lounger , beer in his right hand and a cigarette in his left , calvin was set to enjoy his day . the sun was shining and he’d already smoked a couple of joints to get him into his state of ultra-relaxation , there was nothing that could ruin his day. . that was , until a figure was suddenly stood before him , blocking his sunlight . a deep breath , he used the hand with his cigarette to lift his glasses but with the light behind the figure , he couldn’t figure out who was there . ‘ hello ? ‘ he mumbled, trying to block out the light. 

amina: i would love to say that i've changed my ways and i'm not texting to complain.

amina: however.

amina: i just ordered a cheese board and it had no stilton on it, long story short, the head chef has been fired.

amina: i find it hard to believe that your day is going worse than this.

lindsey: stilton? amina u got someone fired over moldy cheese. at least get them fired for good not moldy cheese :/

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧   :   open.  𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣   :   lounge , floor four.

𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚   ,   dominic’s   scrolling   through   his   instagram   feed   on   his   phone.      soft   SIGH   leaves   his   lips      ,      swiping   up   to  close   the   app   on   his   phone   and   set   it   down   next   to   him.      was   RARE   that   he   really   took   time   like   this   to   relax      ,      so   it   wasn’t   a   surprise   that   he   was   trying   to   find   something   to   entertain   himself   with   but  only   found   the  annoyance   of   social   media.      “   do   you   ever   just   like      ,      think   about   deleting   your   existence   from   social   media   and   disappearing      ?      sometimes   i  feel   like   i   could   ACTUALLY   do   it.      like   i   know   i   couldn’t      ,      but   sometimes      .      .      .      is   that   just   me      ?   ”