A/B machines

I really don’t care. I’ll never ask a guy to go down on me, they just do it. But it’s not like I’ve ever met anyone really mindblowing at it — oh, except once, but oh my god he was a psychopath and a jerk and potentially a murderer so I never want to meet him again. I also found out later that he knows and is friends with my brother, and that’s just a line I don’t cross.

Not really. I’m super boring when it comes to sex stuff. Just do the usual 2 or 3 positions and I’m good. I had a guy who wouldn’t stop asking me about putting his fingers up my butt, he kept saying I’d love it. Literally wouldn’t quit about it so I grabbed my clothes and left in the middle of the hookup.

Lately, the days felt longer and the time felt slower. Addison was nearing one year of sobriety, but it didn’t feel like something to celebrate when it was also one year since Rose’s death. He should call Warren — his head was telling him to call Warren. But his heart told him to remain right there, slouched in the bar stool at Magic City — he couldn’t go to Catfish, his coworkers would never serve him — staring at the eleven month chip in his hand. In ten days he’d get that one year chip, the token chip, the one that said I did it. He sighed, slipping it into the pocket of his jeans as put on his best fake smile and turned to the person next to him. “Say, have a drink with me?” 

"That’s what I’m here for, darlin’!” Georgia said, offering up her tray lined with plastic shot glasses. She loved easy customers the best, the ones that came to her, instead of the ones she had to hunt down and manipulate into buying. They were usually more fun and tipped better, too. “What’ll it be? Jose Cuervo or Fireball? One or shall I line ‘em up?” 

It had been an incredibly long day. Usually, Noah loved his job but today it had been more difficult than usual. That was the thing about working with animals - when he had a good day it was excellent, even when he had to make a difficult decision, as long as he was able to reason that it was the ethical thing to do, he could manage it - but when he did everything he could and it wasn’t enough. That was the most difficult thing he dealt with. At that moment he was walking through the main street, the weather had taken a dramatic turn and he was absolutely soaked, and just to top things off, he’d been so distracted that he bumped his shoulder on a light pole as he walked, knocking his bag to the ground and spilling all the supplies he was going to replace at the vet clinic. “God damn it.” He murmured lowly, kneeling down to collect everything as he murmured to himself. “I think the world hates me.”

Georgia was on the opposite side of the road when she saw him collide with the pole. It took a moment, but she recognized him as the hot doc from the vet clinic. She’d spent many a visit dropping by on Kenzie whispering about him (but she’d actually talked to him, once or twice of course — she wasn’t a creep).  This time, she saw his bag drop and all of its contents empty out into the street and her dramatic self went into distress."Oh my god, Noah! Are you okay?” She was quick to rush over in her heeled rain boots, raincoat, and clear umbrella. She’d had a day off and she’d spent enough of it indoors to realize what the weather had been like.

🍭- how tall are you?

I’m five foot two, but with the right heels? Easily five-five.

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

Absolutely. Sometimes I even feel like makin’ an Amazon wishlist so my admirers get the opportunity to spoil me properly, but momma said that’s just like, begging on the internet and she’s probably right. 

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

Like I always act. Life is way too short to feel nervous or scared about liking someone.

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

I LOVE carnations, calla lilies, chrysanthemums, dahlias, gerbera daisies...anything big, bushy and colorful has my vote. I’d never say no if a guy gave me roses though. They smell so good. Oh my god, this one time I got a HUGE bouquet of pink roses from a guy...I could barely hold it in my arms. It was the best. I love flowers. I want every room to be full of them.

Is the sky blue? Is grass green? Do cows make milk? Like, DUH. 

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

Hmmm....have a nice dick. Kidding! Daddy, you didn’t read that. I think...well, for starters he should have a nice job, so he’s not mooching off of me. That is super unsexy and will not win my heart. He should have his own car, know how to drive and not just have a learner’s permit, know how to read...ummm....be nice, smart, funny, considerate, kind, caring, and LOYAL. Guys just don’t know how to be loyal these days, it’s awful. They’ll be dating you and talking to 20 other girls on the low, sending them nudes on snap. It’s disgusting. The only guys who can actually be loyal or decent anymore are my brothers and Tommy Lee — well, except Jack of course. Actually, you know what, there’s no way to win my heart, I’m joining a nun house when I get home today and vow to never see, text, or talk to another man.  

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

Ugh, definitely not younger, most men are boys anyway. He’d have to be my age or older, fo-fuckin’-sho.

Georgia teetered into the Junkhouse diner on too-high heels, grabbing the attention of the sparse few people in the place at 9 AM. She’d wiped the glitter off her body from the night’s shift, and changed out of her too-tight tank top and booty shorts into a more civilian appropriate attire, but the shoes in her hurry had been forgotten. She didn’t really care; she was too excited to see Lana.

“Baaabe!” she squealed as soon as she saw her, pulling Lana into a deathly tight hug. “You have to tell me, like, everything. How was New York? Did you run into Justin? You have to tell me all about it and not leave one single detail out.” 

princessgeorgie​​  that feel when you’ve hit your $300 goal for the night

BASIC INFORMATION

Birth Name(s): Georgia Rose Green

Birth Date: 19 November 1995 

Place of Birth: Nashville, Tennessee

Height / Weight: 5′2, 99.5lbs

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Green

Education: High school diploma, cumulative GPA of 2.3

Occupation: Shot girl and part-time handyman at Magic City

Places lived prior to Beaumont: Only lived in Beaumont all her life

Best Traits: being neighborly, sticking up for bullied kids, fishing/hunting/handyman skills

Worst Traits: borderline dangerous levels of ignorance and stupidity, too trusting, jealousy and insecurity where other girls are concerned

DIGGING DEEPER

Does your character have any phobias? 

Mild fear of being ridiculed, high fear of the number 6 (her mother told her it was the devil’s number growing up and it stuck. for example, if she is to meet someone on the 6th floor of a building, she won’t take the elevator, she’ll only take the stairs.)

To date, what is your character’s biggest achievement? 

She considers the fact she graduated a miracle. Also, won runner-up in the Annual Beaumont Pie Baking Contest for her pecan-peach cobbler when she was 17 (with heavy flirting at the judge and help from her mother, LBR). 

Does your character have any regrets?

Nope. Georgia lives life with zero regrets. (If you don’t count the time she wore a red dress to junior prom, the exact same dress that Cordelia Dennis ended up wearing. She attributes that choice to the fact that Cordelia looked better than her in it, and subsequently lost her a dance (and date) with the love of her life, Daniel Lizewski. Although, considering Dan now has 4 kids, has done jail time, and is currently on probation for aggravated assault on a Walmart cashier, Georgia thinks she may have dodged a bullet.)

What are your characters biggest desires?

Georgia wants to be the girl with the most cake. Although she has ambitions of travelling the world (namely London, Paris, New York, and California) — she would be very happy settled down owning some large ranch in Nashville (minus the cattle ofc, who has time for that), with the love of her life. Maybe have one or two kids. Above it all she wants a fat bank account to keep piping designer clothes and Kylie lip kits into her home on the regular, and maybe a nice car or two. She doesn’t ever picture what career she would be in, although she thinks she wouldn’t hate being a Youtube influencer.  

Is your character happy in Beaumont, or not? And why?

Although Georgia sometimes thinks she’d be happier living in Nashville like some of her siblings, for the current moment she is fairly content. She goes to see her parents every other weekend, all her best friends live in town, and driving to Nashville for much needed retail therapy is never hard. She loves the quiet and nature-filled aspect of Beaumont, despite never going on hiking trips or far from town anywhere. Still, just the fact it’s so close is enough and she’s not ready to give that up anytime soon. 

PERSONALITY TEST [ #1 ]

Georgia is an ESFP.

 Extravert(78%)  Sensing(34%)  Feeling(47%)  Perceiving(41%)

ESFPs are energetic and fun-loving individuals who live in the moment and relish the excitement and drama in their lives. They have a very well-developed sense for aesthetic beauty and are often the ones creating the trends. ESFPs are upbeat, enthusiastic, and genuinely like everyone they meet. As optimistic individuals who live in the world of possibilities, negative possibilities can sometimes become overwhelming. Although typically characterized as spontaneous and lively, ESFPs are grounded in reality and are usually observant of others and their needs, offering to help them in any way they can. 

PERSONALITY TEST [ #2 ]

Georgia is Neutral Good.

Maggie hadn’t been expecting a warm welcome when she returned, but this was beyond what she’d prepared herself for. Watching Georgia lean against the doorway, Maggie rolled her eyes. These people she’d once called friends were now attacking her without hearing her side. Then again it Tommy Lee had had seven years of his being the only truth.  Snorting, she nodded, looking back down at her magazine. “I would hate to put you out of a job though,” she said sweetly. There’s wasn’t a lot of mean in Maggie, but in that moment she wished she was the kind of girl who could get angry and cause a scene without bursting into tears. 

A few people in the waiting room looked up, but Georgia ignored them all. “I’m doing just fine at my current job, thanks...” Georgia trailed off. Maybe best not mention that she worked as a shot girl now – most people equated it to being one of the strippers. 

So much time had passed since she’d last seen Maggie. Georgia had still been in high school, a sophomore when she up and left. But she remembered it like it was yesterday, the hurt and the pain that Tommy had gone through, the crying shoulder she’d been on one night too many and all the reassuring words she’d given him in between. Hell, she’d even built him a Tinder profile in attempt to get him out there and dating again. Anything for the guy who was a better brother than most of her real brothers. 

Georgia crossed the room in several (in her case, many tiny and quick) strides. At least they’d have some semblance of a private conversation then.  “I don’t know if he knows you’re here or not, but for your best interest I’d suggest you stay away. You’ve done enough damage as it is.” 

Sure, she had been in Beaumont for a while and the town was tiny compared to her home, but Scatterbrain McGee here still found herself getting distracted and lost way more often than she reasonably should be. Although she had yet to realize it, that was exactly what was happening. Totally confuddled that she couldn’t get her house key to work, she ended up knocking on the front door, figuring her aunt would let her in. Her confusion only grew when the person opening the door was definitely not who she expected, and she took a step back to properly look at the place. Shit. “… This isn’t my house…”

“It sure ain’t, sweetheart. Can I help you with something?”