dont call me angel

jewel myoung’s intro jewel myoungs’s google doc

jasper heo’s intro

jasper heo’s google doc

zane carter’s intro

zane carter’s google doc

indiana vasquez’s intro

minnie slapped her hand over his mouth as the bouncer retreated, rolling his eyes. “oh my god, will you just stop for one second?” she hissed. they were definitely drawing attention now, all of the wrong kinds, and he was right; there probably was some old viper here now, seething about the recent arrests and looking to take out some anger. when jasper tried to stomp away she grabbed his arm, pulling him against her so she could lift up on her toes and whisper in his ear, close enough not to be overheard. “you’re making a scene. do you want them to have an actual reason to throw you in a cell again? because they’ll do it.” letting him go, she pulled back a little, keeping her hand around his wrist and giving him her best stern, i-mean-business look. “come on,” she said as she tugged him with her, toward the winding, circular stairs that led to the balcony and the private rooms reserved for members and private dances.

no, technically this wasn’t a business owned by her family, but they did have significant stakes, not only in the burlesque club, but many of the businesses around it. she was nestled into the private booth she typically occupied, waiting to see if leon or chan would show and entertain her for a bit and nursing a gin and tonic. a commotion near the door had minnie’s head turning, and she spotted the bouncers near one of the booths, shouts coming from that direction. she wasn’t the only one watching with wide eyes, but as minnie kept observing the altercation, she realized that she recognized the furrowed brow, the mouth twisted into a scowl, because that ire had very recently been directed at her. without thinking, minnie stumbled out of the booth and hurried toward jasper and the bouncer, who was now moving forward and attempting to remove him. “wait!” she said, her hands on the bouncer’s outstretched arm to stop him. “he’s with me, i’m so sorry. my friend must have wandered into the wrong booth.” she looked at jasper, imploring him not to keep making a scene with her eyes. “it’s fine, i’ll make sure he doesn’t cause any trouble,” she promised the bouncer, who shrugged and began to back off.

“Yeah you know I was actually planning on booking a facial and mani pedi to ring in the New Year. I’ve even been thinking of taking a vacation to the Bahamas,” Aurora completely jokes with her good friend. The pair made their way to the bar and the blonde puts in her order, choosing something from the specialty menu that looked half decent. “Eh, the goal here is to be hungover tomorrow morning so I might as well drink something expensive, right?”

           “OH NO SHIT? are the girls invited or are you going all out? i can totally baby sit as long as you order us a pizza, that’s my only price.” he joked right back in his typical fashion, playful smile etched onto his lips was ease before he leaned against the bar. all he did was lift his almost empty glass with two fingers to order a fresh one, “damn, you really are on give no fucks night. good, me too, this calls for shots as well i think. one for me being free, and one for you being...free in your own way.”

“that’s not what i’m saying,” she said, her voice softening slightly. minnie tended to get overzealous, especially when her sister was involved. she always had. she’d been the one to defend jewel, to take care of her when she needed someone as they were growing up, but she tended to fall into her role too deeply. often she felt more like a second mother to her younger sister than an actual peer. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to yell at you. it’s just…it’s dallas. he’s our friend. i’m sure you didn’t ruin anything, don’t be silly. it’s different with chan, okay? but you’re right, i shouldn’t yell at you when i kissed someone too. i’m sorry.” she leaned forward, chin on her hands as she tried to read jewel’s expression. “so, that was it? you just kissed?”

ugh. holidays. especially the fucking christmas holiday where people seemed to let go of any dignity and fidelity they had left in their sorry little bones, stuffing their dirty mouths with miles of food, bending over at parties for whoever won’t tell, and pretending to like that damn mariah carey song they all blasted this time of year. andrew really couldn’t wait to get back home, put on some metal and play some good ol’ GTA san andreas. unless he chose to go over the paperwork for december. after all he still had some work to do in that area. that’s when a voice so annoyingly familiar filled the otherwise quiet room, the silence almost deafening. he looked up to see jasper smile widely at him. naive boy. “ leaves me to wonder where your help went the other 364 days of the year, “ he grumbled to himself as he began sorting out the alcohol bottle behind the bar counter, “ but sure. you can grab a trash bag and collect all the cups and other shit they left behind. afterwards you can collect glasses and put them by the dishwasher in the back. “ andrew speaking to jasper as if he was actual staff going round after a finished shift.

“That’s a good motto to have. Just focus entirely on your love for alcohol, don’t get fixated on any specific kind. That’s when problems start,” he offered, chuckling at his own sentiment. He observed as she took a shot, mesmerized by the effortlessness. “By the looks of things, you don’t seem too bothered.”

        “GOTTA HAVE SOMETHING to hold onto, even if it’s as silly as words. yeah, i guess, at the end of the day tequila is tequila. now, if you were shooting bottom shelf vodka, i would’ve turned that shit down.” the raven haired beauty said, smirking as she licked her lips, looking at the man now with a nod of her head, “takes a lot to bother me, if i’m being honest. why are you here drinking alone? nothing better to do on a thursday night?”

(   @imaginedchaos​   )   /   *   @ huerto de madrid , well after midnight   .

of course , the night to end with a bloody nose. possibly broken , bea wasn’t sure how to tell if it was broken or not. it was definitely injured , and very bloody. not the first time something like this happened , bea just wasn’t expecting it on new year’s eve. holding a finger under her nostrils so as to minimize the trail of blood , the brunette stumbled , with absolutely none of her dignity , back to the bar. “ dude , i need help , ” she announced at the sight of a friendly face , at last. “ i need ice. ”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be truly be younger than I already am, no need for me to relive my teen years,” she shakes her head. God, she was so stupid and naive back in the day, but she was just happy she was well past those moments in her life.  “Yeah, sure, sounds like a solid plan. I am still very much sober and that is something that needs to change stat. Maybe I’ll get a fun little cocktail like you have right now?”

             “YEAH I THINK MOST of us wouldn’t want to go back to those days, myself included for sure.” his youth wasn’t exactly a highlight of his life, although his later teens held more fond memories, everything else was nightmare fuel. “you really wanna sip cocktails? what happened to my brash little aurora? is this a new years resolution?” he couldn’t help but joked, nudging her before his hand rested comfortably along her lower back to guide them to the bar.

laurel looked to where zane was pointing, and it was clear who he was talking about. the blonde was practically glowing under the low light, exuding an easy confidence that only came from knowing you had every person in a room under your thumb. she was the type of girl laurel would stammer and stutter and embarrass herself in front of if she ever got a chance… no wonder zane had fucked it. “that’s her? oh my god, i’m actually really impressed. never in a million years did i think you’d be able to pull someone like that,” she said. she realized that she was probably being a little mean, but zane didn’t come to her to be coddled. he came to her because neither of them had any other real friends. “who says you don’t stand a chance? maybe she’s super into personality. you can’t just give up because there’s a little bit of competition. winning is the best part.”

“ i was wondering where the fuck you were. ” she feigned ignorance , popping a mini quiche into her mouth in a less-than-ladylike fashion. “ i thought you skipped town and forgot to tell me , you jerk. ” playfully , she slapped his arm as punishment for this made up scenario. “ all jokes aside , it’s good to have you back. so cheers to that. ”

“why would you even kiss dallas? wil is one thing, jewel, but dally?” minnie would never want to see her sister suffer, had gone to great pains in her life to ensure that it didn’t happen, but she wholeheartedly believed that jewel deserved every minute of the hangover she was clearly still grappling with. serves her right. “it’s dallas. he’s not going to take it as some fun joke you can just laugh off. what if this makes everything awkward between all of us?”

where: new years day brunch @ celestial hotel who: closed for @imaginedchaos​

thank god for bottomless mimosas. she was going to need an entire pitcher and more for the lashing she was about to give jewel as she sat down. “where’d you go last night? you looked awfully cozy with dallas. let me guess, you two left together?”

her shoulders drooped a little as she listened to his plan to build their own blanket nest on the floor, the gesture so very soft and pleasant and jasper that for a moment she wavered in her decision not to stay. but the fact that she wanted to linger so badly only solidified her resolve that going was the right decision. “i did, i did,” she assured him, nodding. she was already dreading going home, sleeping in her california king by herself with nothing but her thoughts echoing off the walls to keep her company. “i mean, i still do, but i just think i should probably go. i don’t want to overstay my welcome,” she explained, because i was easier to say than, i don’t want to give myself false hope. she stood up and took one cautious step toward him, her eyes darting down again. his body was impossible to ignore, the art that covered him and the hard lines of muscles she enjoyed every opportunity to appreciate. minnie’s eyes went back to his face, giving him an apologetic smile. “i just… that was really nice. it was perfect, honestly, but it’s not what i came here for, and i’m afraid that if i spend the night, and we sleep together…in the same bed, not like that, but i’m afraid it might confuse things. and i don’t want to mess anything up. not when we’re just figuring out how to be friends again,” she told him. she reached for him, moving closer so she could slip her arms around his waist and hug him. “thank you. i mean it.”