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claire ācjā james āĀ and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.Ā

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mia purses her lips, before she nods, turning fully forward. she only hesitates for a second, before putting the aux cord in her phone, flicking through a couple playlists and steering as clear as she can of anything too embarrassing. ājust a natural state for me, i guess.ā she says, with no sign of bite.Ā
at astridās question, she shakes her head, glancing back over.Ā ānope. iāve actually never heard of it.ā
her fingers reach out towards the volume knob, or what she hopes is the volume, and turns it down slightly, watching the bars go down, before she presses play on her phone.Ā
Ugh, she hates her fucking daddy issues. Because when she catches a glimpse of Mia, such a genuine nice personality at the forefront, she feels like a fucking asshole. And when she feels like an asshole, she feels like her dad and now sheās annoyed at herself in her car for still letting his words consistently berate her. Sheās nothing like him, and Mia sure as fuck does not deserve her dumbass attitude. āBeing weird isnāt, like, bad...ā she says, but the way her sentence trails off doesnāt make her sound all too convinced herself.Ā
Sheās grateful for the segway into the next conversation, but suddenly it dawns on her that sheās kind of a loser for driving two hours out for some overly sweet coffee chain. āItās Dunkinā Donuts but better, and also super far from LA.ā
When the music fills her car, she turns to Mia with a surprised face. Itās no Kanye West, but itās catchy and she fucks with the message.Ā āI didnāt expect you to be such a female rockstar,ā she pokes fun at the song, but taps along to the beat on the steering wheel, enjoying it.Ā āWhat else do you listen to?ā
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Jolts of electricity course through her, the source being Sydneeās touch across the expanse of her skin and the increasing high of the edibles. After that comes the butterflies, and her body moves on its own accord, frantic in her touches as though sheāll never be in this moment again. But Sydneeās so reassuring this time around that it feels different. Theyāre both older and the awkwardness of being freshly out of a relationship and the uncertainty of Sydneeās career have long since been forgotten.Ā
When Sydnee grinds down against her, CJ all but goes crazy.Ā āFuck, Syd,ā she groans, the way she utters her name almost a whine. Sydnee hasnāt even touched her where it matters the most and she can already feel a stickiness coating the inside of her own thighs.Ā
The giggle that erupts from her is intoxicating in more ways than one. āGod, youāre so... ā CJ laughs when she canāt finish her sentence. It feels natural in between them. But she really is eager to return Sydneeās kiss, her tongue begging for entrance when she leans back in.
When she finally does pull away, CJās hands are slowly massaging the skin underneath Sydneeās thighs, using that to hold her in place on top of her. āDo you want me as bad as I want you?ā CJ then asks ā her final way of asking Sydnee if this is okay before she takes it further.Ā
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If she thought about it, which she would never do, Litely would realise it was almost hypocritical of her to call someone out like she had. After all, she was notoriously in her own world. Anything that extended beyond her wasnāt worth a second thought. Thankfully, this wasnāt about her; and she didnāt care much (or at all) for minor details such as being hypocritical. An audible growl made itās way passed her lips as she was nearly hit with the skateboard, taking a step back as if to prove a point.Ā
āYou should be.ā She all but snapped back. Patience had never been her forte, let alone when she was sober. Continuing to walk, she spares a sideways glance at the blonde. āOkay, stalker. Iām heading to the closest place with a drink.ā
āSwear!ā CJ confirms, hand on her heart to indicate just how serious she is, the jab off her back like water.Ā At her next words, the opportunity is all too clear. But sheāll save the joke for later.Ā
āThat would definitely be Retrograde,ā she offers as a suggestion.Ā āYou ever been? Cheap drinks, hot bartenders.ā And because itās Los Angeles, and Claire has never given a fuck about what other people think, she pulls out her dab pen to take a hit.
āIām Joe, by the way. Joe Goldberg āā she jokes.Ā āā and If youāve never seenĀ āYouā on Netflix, then my jokeās definitely whack.ā

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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā apparently my children donāt wish for me to have decent hygiene. .. i take a showerā¦Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā may have belted beyonce a little too long until my fingers began to prune overā¦Ā Ā )Ā Ā and i come out and see both of my girls taking sharpies to the hallway walls⦠an absolute nightmare to clean. you donāt understand how many mr. clean erasers i will be needing. .. how does one process being upset when their children are clearly proud of their art creativity ?? i think i am internally SCREAMING.Ā Ā ā
āSounds like a personal problem, babe,ā Astrid responds, taking a chug of her water bottle. Her breathās short, and sheās breathing through her nose to try and hide how much she canāt keep up with Sloane.Ā āIf you had painted your walls black like Iād told you too, then you wouldnāt even be able to see the sharpie.ā
But Astridās always been prickly just for show.Ā āWhere the drawings at least cute? We could make a profit off of them if we post them on Twitter and go viral.ā Really, itās her way of asking about the kids.
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miaās feelingā¦fidgety. but thankfully, itās a short drive, and gives her very little time to regret her decision. before that, however, she quickly changes astridās name in her phone, to a simpleĀ āastridĀ šæĀ ā and she thought it fit.Ā
her second text made mia laugh a little. but she still took the advice. just a school one, some part of her thinking anything else may get some sort of a snippy quip from astrid. they really didnāt seem to have the same humor.Ā
when she sees astrid in her car, she has a few thoughts. one being, wow, she is so pretty. and of course she is, because sheās vivās friend. and two, wow she is so pretty and this is definitely some sort of a mistake. and three? that is a very nice shade of green.Ā
and the last is what she focuses on as she slips in the car, pulling her sundress past her knees.Ā āhi there,ā she says, in a voice that she hopes hides her nervousness.Ā āsoā¦coffee?āĀ
Itās not the craziest thing Astridās done, let alone the wildest, so sheās entirely nonchalant when Mia does get into her car. She rolls down the windows halfway and throws the aux cord over before setting the car in gear.Ā
āWhy are you being weird?ā she asks, and because she likes to think sheās the coolest person ever, grabs a cigarette from the dash in between them. Fumbling with her lighter at the red light, she glances back over at Mia.Ā āDutch Bros coffee,ā she emphasizes, like itās the most obvious thing in the world.Ā āHave you never been?ā
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āOh bloody hell. Of course. Of courseĀ you meant that and notā¦ā Evie sank down onto the stool, staring pathetically at the counter.Ā āCranberry vodka sounds absolutelyĀ delightful right about now. How are you doing, CJ? Despite me being an utterĀ idiot.ā She pressed both of her hands to her temples, wishing the earth could swallow her whole.
āDonāt even worry about it,ā CJ soothes, taking a sip of her own tequila.Ā āAlready forgotten. One time I called a girl Jamie in bed, and it turned out her name was Amy.ā
Serving up the drink, CJ makes sure itās got an extra punch of alcohol.Ā āPeople donāt ask for cranberry vodkas unless somethingās really bugging them. Whatās up? Youāve got full bartender confidentiality right now.āĀ
Taking a sip of her own, she remarks,Ā āLifeās funny, Eves. Never a dull moment in Los Angeles.ā
Though her attitude was never the best, not by a long stretch, Litely found herself in a particularly bad mood that afternoon. It seemed whatever could go wrong, would go wrong. And she hadnāt even had a drink yet - which is what she was currently on her way to remedy. And by remedy, she did mean get absolutely wasted. If only the human sidewalk hogger in front of her would hurry up.Ā āExcuse me.ā Voice sickly sweet, she finally gave in and addressed the other woman.Ā āI was wonderingā¦ā Patience growing impossibly slimmer, she dropped any charade.Ā āIf you could move the fuck out of the way.āĀ
As the mayor of CJ-Ville - Occupancy: 1, the woman throwing words at Claire for being ultimately distracted and in her own world is not the first, or probably the last. Pulling out an earbud, and turning to the side ā which in that process she almost manages to whip the woman with her skateboard ā CJ responds,Ā āHuh?ā She manages to catch the tail end of the conversation ā move the fuck out of the way ā and does exactly that.Ā
āOh, my bad! Sorry,ā she tucks the airpod back into its case, sliding it smoothly into the back pocket of her denim shorts. āWhere are you off to? Iām heading in that direction, too,ā she says, unconsciously following after the girl.
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āand that, my love, is why you are the best.ā carson smiled widely, practically jumping into astridās lap and kissing her cheek. she knew she could always rely on her friend to be down for⦠pretty much anything. she typically didnāt ask if she thought it would be dangerous, because as much as she likes to pretend she doesnāt, she actually does care about the people close to her. but this was just some abandoned house. they would be fine.Ā
carson nodded as she pushed herself up off the other girl when astrid started getting up.Ā āisnāt velma the one who says jinkies? so, i think that makes you velma. iām totally daphne. i mean, cāmon. look at me,ā she smirked, only half-joking.Ā pulling her car keys out of her pocket, carson began walking to her car, looking back to make sure astrid was following her.Ā āstarbucks definitely, weāre gonna need it.āĀ
āitās about three hours away. you can dj, but no weird shit, and we have to listen to the scooby doo theme song once we get closer justĀ ācause itās stuck in my head now.ā
Caught a little off guard ā and because Astridās entire workout regimen is dependent onĀ good genes so sheās weak as fuck ā she lets out a little oof when Carson barges into her body. She gets her arms around her eventually, keeping them in place. Her chin rests on a shoulder blade and she jokes (but not really), āHuh, I guess I am kinda the best.ā
Straightening out her shirt when Carson hops off, Astrid doesnāt look up as she mentions her flirtatious comment. Believe her, she knows what Carson looks like. When she looks up, she has a mischievous grin.Ā āSure, you can be Daphne if the next time you come around, you wear a little purple dress. I donāt look too bad in an ascot, you can call me Fred, C.ā
She gets into the passenger seat, immediately pushing back the seat to accommodate long legs. Hands taking the aux cord, she connects it to her phone.Ā āNo weird shit, like that one chickās podcast where she talks about serial killers, right?ā she jokes, but Astridās never been candid about her like for the show.Ā āIām kidding. You know Iām a fan,ā she says with an eyeroll, directed more at herself. Because sheās a basic bitch, she plays Dua LipaāsĀ āDonāt Stop Me Nowā from a playlist cheesily named Cool Hitz.Ā āSo, like, are we seriously going to a house where kids died? I kinda thought you were fucking around.ā

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Always better built for casual, no strings attached relationships with the women in her life, Blake is notorious for keeping them at an arms length: distant but still within reach when needed. And tonight, she feels needy.Ā Astrid, or so she tells herself, is just another one of her fuck buddies, but the heat blossoming in her stomach under her wanting touch tells a different story.
āCome on, I know a place.ā Voice barely a breath in the wake of the kiss sheād been aching for, Blake takes Astridās hand loosely and guides them through the crowd and out of the warehouse. The shop is on the same block, so she had planned on crashing there tonight anyways, but this is a muchĀ better way to spend her night. Astrid in tow, Blake fumbles slightly with her keys before hearing the doors of Rip City clickĀ open.
āFollow me, beautiful.ā Navigating through the darkness, sheās able to find the office door with surprising ease. Using the lighter in her pocket, she lights one of the fragrant candles on the end table, illuminating the small but quaint office space. Complete with a small pull-out couch, a desk, and storage towards the back, Blake moves to hop onto the desk, albeit a bit clumsily, though she exudes a confidence that fuels her next question.Ā āEver fucked in a skate shop before?ā
Astrid, much like her cheating father, could never say no to pretty women; so she, too, lets herself be stolen away ā if only for a moment ā and pulled through a rambunctious crowdĀ that forces her body to bump into Blakeās space every so often. Itās easy to get lost in the sensation, to act as though nothing else but these damn drugs and Blake matter, but fresh air is the wake up call.
Blakeās not fit for the Kelly family, and because Astrid does care about Blake, she wonāt put her through that wringer either. Still, that wonāt excuse Astrid from having her cake and eating it too. She leans forward into Blakeās back, plays with her fingers and lands a kiss on the back of her ear; an out of character giggle (itās the alcohol, seriously) leaves her when Blake fumbles to get the door open.
Ever fucked in a skate shop. āNo,ā she snorts, but her knees feel weak as she closes the space in between them, one hand landing on Blakeās thigh to spread them open. She slides into the gap, head tilting down to kiss Blake effectively. When she pulls away, she bites at her lip, jabs with a smirk on her face, āI donāt make a habit of fucking 17 year old boys at their summer jobs.āĀ
One day Astrid will regret things. But that day is nowhere in sight. Itās why she doesnāt even hesitate in going through with her text message, hopping in her car and making the short drive from the grad student apartments towards the residence halls. Shooting a text to Mia, who is not so appropriately nicknamed ThatĀ chick Viv Banged. (Whatever, sheāll deal with that later.)
Pulling out her phone, she messages: āDownstairs. Green car.ā A pause, she doesnāt really care that much, but.Ā āYou should bring a sweater. Itās kinda cold.ā @sonderboundā
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Part of what Siofra loved about Retrograde was the easiness in which people could come and go, a large part of that was down to the staff who treated everyone like friends. She laughed when CJ turned to her but shook her head at the offer.
āOh no, the last time you did that I ended up far too drunk and with a very angry missus.ā
When Siofra shakes her head, CJ instread grabs the nozzle of orange juice with her right hand and cranberry juice with the left. She offers a lopsided grin.Ā āJuice then? Still on the house!ā
āAre we still talking about the same missus? Or am I out of the loop?ā
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Zolaās attention albeit shakyā was on her phone. She was responding to a few studentsā emails. Some were trying to make up lessons and others canceled entirely. If she had the gall, which she didnāt, sheād let the latter know they were going to fail and see her next semester. But that wasnāt her business if they wanted to waste their parentsā money that was their prerogative. She found it harder to concentrate on work when the stunningly lanky brunette was in her presence, or in this case view. āOne of my students,ā she repeated, eyes widening at the unexpected and very loaded question. āOh, wow.ā At one point, she didnāt think sheād sleep with a student at all; although, that theory had been reluctantly debunked as evident by this very moment. Abandoning work for a while, she finally joined Astrid on the balcony. āIād like to say no definitively but if experience has taught me anything⦠Never say never.ā Her answer was earnest and to the point. Zola was nothing if not honest. āActually, his fatherās picking him up todayā¦ā A subtle smirk starting taking over her soft brown features. āAny ideas for what I could be doing with that free time?ā
"I donāt count,ā Astrid says matter-o-factly, lips curling up into a smile. She puts out her cigarette and lets the butt sit in the ash try outside. Thereās an open chair, the metal kind, next to her, but Astridās legs are open and sheās hoping the invite is loud for Zola should she take it.Ā āI sucked at music, and I dropped your class like halfway. No offense. Definitely wasnāt you,ā she reassures.
āHow long do I get you?ā she asks, this time she makes the initiative. She reaches out, grabs at the fabric of her bottoms, toying with the material.Ā āThatāll decide if we fuck out here, or inside, you know?āĀ
Though CJ only walked away to order more drinks for them, like, 2 minutes ago, Sydnee is already missing the feeling of her body against hers. There have been very few moments where theyāve stopped touching in some way tonight at Retro, and thatās how she likes it. But she stayed behind to dance with a friend she found in the crowd while CJ slipped away to get their 5th? 6th? round of drinks. And that was all fine and dandy, until Sydnee glances over to the bar and sees some girl getting way too close to her girlfriendĀ for her comfort.Ā āBe right back,ā she calls to her friend over the music before making a determined path towards CJ. Wasting no time once she wedges herself between the surfer and the random girl, Sydnee presses her body against CJās and smirks mischievously at her.Ā āMissed you,ā she murmurs before bringing one hand to her cheek and one rests on her shoulder, bringing their lips together in a searing kiss.Ā
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Face flushed, CJ still feels the imprint of Sydneeās back burning against the front of her body from their time dancing. Thereās a wide smile, equal parts from alcohol and Sydnee in general, on her face. She flings an arm up in the air to get the bartenderās attention. Her shirtās ridden up, and she only knows that cause the girl next to her points it out to her, then follows up with eyes. She doesnāt stray away, knows her shark of a beautiful girlfriend will be baring teeth the moment she sees. And, fuck, CJ loves feeling wanted by Sydnee.Ā So, she plays it up, lets her shoulder brush against the girlās and answers some shallow questions with Yeah, Iām from the area. No, itās actually my first time here at Retro, she lies, the words slurred.
When Sydnee comes back, CJās heart flutters in her chest. Toned arms are around her girlfriend instantly, the random girl already forgotten.Ā āMissed you more, babygirl,ā she replies within seconds, hands coming down to fall at the curve of Sydneeās ass, squeezing and pulling her up in the process. The added height allows CJ to kiss her all that deeper, eventually her hands coming to rest at the small of Sydneeās back, dropping the shorter girl back down. With her arms still around Sydnee, she presses her nose against the other blondeās cheek to leave a kiss, mouth now closer to her ear.Ā āCan we do one more song? Iām huuungry,ā she complains, digs her hands underneath Sydneeās shirt, nails digging into her side to be cutesy while waiting for their new drinks.Ā

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Since coming to California, Taliaās found she loves many things about Los Angeles. She hates admitting that, though, because so much of the teasing between her and Vivienne has everything to do with how much better New York is.Ā (New York pizza is actually better, though, and Talia will stick to that opinion.)Ā
She finds that Los Angeles tacos are unmatched, and kombucha is pretty delicious. She doesnāt mind hiking, and the constant sunshine is eons better than gloomy, grey skies common to New York city. But location isnāt everything ā not when Taliaās coming to terms with Vivienne (and Eden too, fuck) being the central reason for staying indefinitely.
Looking down at her phone, she sends a quick text to Vivienne, grabbing a black denim jacket to accent her simple white turtleneck āfit with ripped black jeans. She walks out into her hallway, waiting in front of the elevator.Ā Areeee you ready?? Hurry up!! Weāre gonna miss the sunset if you take any longer!! iām by the elevatorĀ š«š«Ā @okvivicnneā
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lav had sat at the far end corner of the bar, against the wall, which was her usual go to. in lavās brain it meant,Ā ā i donāt want anyone near me, but i will come up to you if i feel like itā. she was working hard on lavcon, (ā¦or hardly working ā¦.depending on who youād ask) but she was definitely listening to every word that left cjās lips⦠almost seething in a jealousy that sheād never admit to. her eyes glued to the email thread she had going on with tati westbrook to secure her panel spot - just to jab at james charles for declining her the other day. but her ears? caused her to shoot up as cj approached.Ā āhi baby.ā her words, just as flirtatious as ever⦠like she never left and as if cj never met sydnee⦠not one care about how things were now.Ā āwonder why?ā she huffs out the question under her breath.Ā Ā ā how about twoĀ tequila shots - -ā she paused, a devilish smirk filling her features.Ā ā make that two more, for you too. for old times sakes, sunshine.ā with her words, she extended her hand to poke at cjās shoulder.Ā
Oh Lavender Pierce: once upon a time the woman of Claireās dreams, wet and romantic. Muscle memory makes her lean into Lav, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up when she hears baby. Elbows on the bar counter, sheās close to the brunette now. Her gaze doesnāt reach Lavender yet, facing down with the smallest of smirks embedded on her features.Ā āYou know you canāt call me that anymore, Lav,ā her voice is soft, and she tucks back a strand of Lavenderās hair before turning her back to grab their alcohol.Ā
They always had so much in common, and the nostalgia of their friendship starting with tequila just feels nice.Ā For old times sakes.Ā āLavcon?ā she takes a guess, back still to Lavender. When she turns around, she pours her favorite top shelf tequila into two shot glasses. She hands one to Lavender, and picks up the other. āI donāt know your tolerance anymore, so why donāt we go slow?ā