Rachel smiled brightly at the thought of a moodboard. She felt like for some reason those had become a thing of the past. Pinterest was always fun, she remembered also making actual ones too. She was glad that people were still utilizing the art form. "That's fun! Is it for pleasure or work? Sorry, you can tell me to stop asking questions at any time." She laughed, knowing that even though she was known to ask too many questions didn't meant that she understood boundaries. She had a tendency to push them but if someone told her to back off she was fine to do it. Rachel grinned a bit and gave a shrug, "I mean I guess you opened the door for the topic, but I didn't have to walk through it." Her words were teasing, appreciative of the younger blonde's reaction. It made it a little less embarrassing. "Yeah, I mean I probably should...I guess I'm just not sure what that something would be. Any suggestions?"

"I do not think I've ever met anybody who asks so many questions." she chuckled politely. "It's for work." she didn't have a problem when it came to saying - her job wasn't a secret, after all. Jazmin had a heavy social media following for the business she did run. With her attention fully back onto the stranger her features seemed to smile, especially when the vibe she got from the other was harmless. "Oh I'd say those suggestions should come from yourself, we most likely have different ideas on how to spice up our lives." she comments - tone following that prior warm pattern.

WHO: @jazminherrerax WHERE: The Melody Bar

"Mm, he looks so green." she nodded in agreement, her gaze completely fixed on the guy in question. Unable to stop herself really, he was cute but then he also look entirely too nauseous for her to consider her thought longer. Everything just screamed if he was sick she would be too. Turning her attention back to Sami she listened further, chuckling as she did, almost in unison. "He could be - what if it's his first show? Or, what if he had a bad Thai?" that question in itself made her feel sorry for him. "Do you think if we started cheering him on he'd feel better?" it was a joke, one made quite clear within her tone.

There'd been a lot of things he'd expected when she'd opened her mouth. Her telling him exactly what he'd done wrong. Or even her just telling him to go to hell. Maybe, though a much slimmer chance, her even telling him she forgave him. An even slighter chance that she'd be the one apologising. But what he hadn't been prepared for was her screaming. No words, just an unbroken sound that had him questioning almost everything. Then she left, turning on her heel and leaving him to process what had just happened. For a moment he couldn't do anything else but stand there, dumbstruck, as though her scream had shocked all thoughts from his head. That was an entirely new experience for him, one he'd never even thought to expect, and still wasn't sure why he deserved. After what could have been minutes of starring after the gap she'd made in the crowd, he finally stirred himself from his stupor. Glance was cast either side of him, unsure if he was hoping more than no one else had seen it or someone else had and could confirm it was real. Either way, no one met his eyes so he was left with no choice but to dust himself off. Hand was raked through his hair, the gesture one that usually helped center him but this time did little to take the edge off. Feeling as though there was only one way to get his night back on track he headed to the bar, ordering two of the strongest liquor he could find and let the burn and alcohol try to blot out the memory.

closed starter for @jazminherrerax location: could be anywhere really

"I did, I dyed my hair." a sure reason in her mind as to why she wasn't seen at the party - not that she had stayed too late into the night, but her intentions there also had been to not be recognised. She had her own reasons as to why she didn't want to be, ones that would remain with her. "Didn't stay too long though." she thought to add before Ava mentioned of filling her in on the details. "I did hear about that, my argument would be why were they even there?" Kurtlar, that was. Even Jazmin knew what the point of the evening was. "Glad I missed it. Did you see any of it happen?"

A laugh broke free around the lollipop balanced between her lips, gaze lifting to the blonde then returning to her phone as an amused smile settled into her features, one that only spread as she removed the candy and leaned back to read the connection aloud. "Okay this is from the Bay area, it says 'desperately seeking the man I met at the Golden State Warriors game who had' - this in all capital letters, by the way - 'stink breath.'" Her laughter doubled as she scrolled again. "Oh my god, this one says, 'saw you on the train from Brooklyn, you were wearing a yellow dress, pink bra straps exposed, smelled like ham'." That was where she had to pause, head shaking. "Oh my god, we've got to write one just to see what happens." With that thought, her fingers typed feverishly into the phone, leaning towards Jazmin so she could see her screen. "Saw you at Goth Night, you looked like Tommy Lee, but twenty years younger and not as funny."

She chuckled - though quite frankly it was more a scoff. Stink breath were two words she definitely did not need to hear. Not with the way her mind instantly jumped to about a million different possibilities of what that meant and internally she felt sick. Sue her for being dramatic without even voicing as much. Though it's the following words that hit her brain and have her repeat, "Smelled like ham?" she laughed this time, considering the absolute absurdity that was. "If somebody ever tells me I smell like ham I'm throwing myself into moving traffic." because that was in no way cute. Still, it could have been an inside joke - what did she know? "Wonder how many people who think they look like Tommy Lee will respond?" there's a pause for a beat as she looked over at Alix's screen before she continued, "If you get weirdos you should match them up together and make them meet just to see what happens." was that bitchy, maybe, but she wasn't particularly bothered.

"Ugh I know, right? I wouldn't be surprised if all those animal rights weirdos saw her walking in this, and aimed their paint bombs too far to the left." Was that how those freaks were doing things these days? Honestly, she didn't care to keep up, other than the occasional hate comments on her insta posts that she looked at when she needed a good laugh. The compliment washed over her quickly, nothing she hadn't heard before, and she continued to admire herself in the mirror all the while. "You're right. Why do I care what a bunch of nobodies on the internet think? Honestly, I don't know how you do it all day, the constant interaction..." It was meant as a compliment of her own, really, regardless of whether or not it came off that way. "Some afterparty thing for a Bulgari. Zendaya is going to be there, so obviously I need to pull out all the stops so she doesn't show me up again. I don't know how the bitch does it -- maybe I need to fire my stylist again?" Simone gave a roll of her eyes, carefully removing the coat before turning back to Jaz. "You wanna come? Their gift bags are usually so cute. I heard they'll be giving out those little serpent watches to all their guests. Super classy stuff."

She nodded in agreement - not that she was sure what she was agreeing to she just did it. It was easy to listen and nod when Simone was talking. Did she retain much? Who could say. Jazmin only really paid attention to key parts, sue her she figured. "People are usually happy to talk to me, so.. I don't find it boring." the constant interaction that was. Not that it was constant for her - she didn't let it be, she didn't live in social media, but a good ninety-nine percent of her experience had been good. Though she figured it was because she wasn't a plain blank influencer. She had her AD deals now - ones she took seriously and didn't give the time of day if she didn't think it was worth it. If anything, if she could be bias to herself she was pretty good. "Oh I think she's beautiful." Zendaya, of course. It went without saying. "Maybe you could hire her stylist?" it was an offered suggestion, one that in some ways made sense. "I'd love to come - could post you on my feed if you'd like? Law Roach follows me."

conversation with jazmin proved to be easygoing, bearing no remnants of impending deadlines nor gnawing competition to ensure the network sojourned at the pinnacle of los angeles' underground hierarchy. instead, even while topics mostly tend to revolve around occupational matters, an amenable undertone managed to balance interactions. "great eye," softly complimented elise, tone having pitched low enough only the pair of women could make out enunciations. gaze closely inspecting the materials on jazmin's laptop display, elise quickly determined the blonde's client would be in great hands. "so are these your next stop, or are they being added to the delivery queue?" truth be told, she was looking for a reason to hit the streets.

"Oh no, delivery." she wasn't currently in the business of leaving her drink or dragging her laptop across the city. Jazmin was also quite comfortable as she was. She knew that Elise always had things to do, places to be.. people to see, the whole entire jazz, and so she had no intentions of keeping the other. "Have you got much on for today?" she asked, figuring she knew that answer already.

Lorelai hadn't questioned the level of the event when Jazmin was involved. "As if that wasn't a given for an event you're involved in." She gave the compliment with ease, thinking she deserved to hear her work spoke for itself and that it was thoroughly admired. The restaurateur was grateful that Jazmin knew when not to press any further. It was a magnificent trait to have. "I don't think I knew this. But I understand what you mean, why have someone else try and fail at what you've envisioned when you can just do it on your own." This was new information that she could draw. "Do you ever think about doing graphic design for businesses in between event planning?" If she wasn't already doing this, Lorelai would certainly tell her to consider the venture. There was no reason to be beholden to one lane when you had several talents.

The compliment that came her way was one she accepted with a graceful smile - feeling appreciative of it, always. She soon nodded her head in agreement at the continued mention of designing her own graphics - it seemed a simple thing in Jazmin's mind, it was like pen to paper, it just happened. It was also just another notion of that creativity that seemed to flow within her bones. She paused, however, in thought at Lorelai's follow on, not having ever thought about a side business. "No I haven't, I'm always focusing on the one thing." which was events - her channel, her brand.. and so no, there hadn't been much consideration elsewhere. "Do you think it's worth doing then - have you got any other talents? Aside from what you already do?"

Isobel arched her eyebrow at the mention of a date. Mostly because it was rare for Jazmin to ever mention it. Most times it was parties and glamorous events — places involving a lot of people; the sort of environment they both thrived in and somewhere the blonde felt comfortable tagging along. The corner of her lips lift up at her friend's last sentence. Now that's my girl, she thought. "So is it even a date then?" She teased, getting closer to examine the choices. After a quick look and picking up each hanger, Isobel turned on her heels. "I need to see how each one looks on you." She said. "Starting with the classic." And she pushed the hanger with the little black dress. "And you need to give me the whole look. We'll make that sucker beg by the end of the night."

She paused and thought about it for a second, "No." was her answer to the date of it all, it wasn't one. Jazmin didn't do those, after all. Not when her refusal to get attached was buried and locked within - she'd rather date a French hunk when she moved across the pond one day. "Oh.. easy." she was already moving towards the black dress that was hanging up, entering the ensuite to get changed. The door was left open, however, so she could still hear Isobel. "That is the aim.." she returned as she slipped into her specific favoured number, pairing with her heels as she came back to her room. "I'd go for red but I'm trying to be subtle."

as if on cue to jazmin's gesture of confirmation, indisputable disdain mars features, a groan resounding accompanied with, "if men can't manage anything else, then it's the audacity." bold show of misandry from someone who possessed anything but a volatile relationship with her father, however between the multitude of cases which came across her desk topped by scandalous headlines construed by paparazzi? a pattern was clearly at play regarding infidelity. "another one bites the dust," casually utters elise, dismissive elements lacing her tone amidst her leaning back further. "i'm more than happy to help. what're the finishing touches we're looking for?"

"You're so right." she nodded softly in agreement - not that she had had many bad experiences herself, she could just simply understand and acknowledge the trauma of the people around her. It was easy to do. With her search on google furthering - each link opening and her only returning back to the previous back with no avail. "Oh I'm looking for easels, but.. really mini ones - I don't have measuring tape in my purse," she lifted her hand expressively, despite it being a subtle movement, "Not sure where it's gone." she spoke as if it was common occurrence to have something of the sort wrapped up in her purse. "Though I might just buy these ones," meaning the link she had just clicked on, "And call it a day."