always surprised by what i do for love.

                meet charlotte jackson // biography

The domesticity of this situation was not lost on Nathan. He knew how this looked on the outside. Him showing up to Charlotte’s birthday party in an outfit that she had practically picked out for him, an overnight bag, and his dog. Friends with benefits didn’t plan sleep overs. They didn’t plan spending the day together after getting completely shit faced and partying all night. Or at least Nathan didn’t think they did. They were just supposed to be friends who enjoyed sex with each other. But it was obviously not the case. The look that Natalie gave him when he showed up with Penn was all too knowing. She pushed his buttons days ago to get him to actually admit how he felt about Charlotte. Apparently, she figured it all out before he could find the words. Nathan had really thought that he was doing well keeping his feelings at bay. But, that wasn’t the case at all and his twin saw right through him. 

“A while.” Nathan said softly, shrugging his shoulders. “I laid with you for a bit but then you started snoring and drooling I just had to get out of there.” He teased, placing a kiss against her cheek. He really didn’t know how long he had been awake for. The time just went by and he didn’t pay much attention. He just wanted to let her sleep. Finishing the last batch of pancakes, Nathan moved around the kitchen as though it was his own. He grabbed two plates, he put a short stack on both of them with a scoop of scrambled eggs, before placing them on the table before going over to her with a smile. “Of course I cleaned, why pay someone to do it when I could?” He asked, settling between her legs, resting a hand on her thigh while the other one lightly pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. “How are you feeling?” He spoke softly, not wanting to make her head hurt anymore than it probably always was. 

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“Because those people need jobs too,” she teased back easily enough, placing her coffee down to let her arms rest on his shoulders, fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “It’s fine, we both know it won’t be up to Natalie’s standards unless I let her clean, and she deserves to rest today. Unless she finally got the good doctor to help her out in other ways,” she giggled before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and sliding down, eager for some food. Charlotte wasn’t much of a cook herself - sure, her mother had tried to teach her - Caroline, herself, the twins all in the big kitchen back home trying to learn how to make basics, though Charlotte never had the attention span to learn much more than that  - but she loved that Nate tried when he stayed with her. 

“As in physically, or mentally?” she asked with a grin as she sat down at the table, immediately pulling her legs in and resting her plate on her knees, damn near inhaling the scrambled eggs for sustenance. Though the party had been catered, she wasn’t sure she had eaten much the night before, too busy with her hosting duties and making sure everyone was having fun. “My head hurts a little, but it’s nothing worse than anything I’ve felt before. Mentally,” she cringed, making wide eyes like she was terrified before shrugging, her expression falling to a neutral face once again. “It’s weird, being 31. I knew it wouldn’t, like, feel different, but it does a little, y’know?” she put her plate back on the table, if only to drown her pancakes in syrup. “I mean, that ticking time bomb is starting to get louder. I thought for sure I’d be married with kids of my own by now, and...” she trailed off, suddenly aware of who she was talking to. The last thing she wanted was to scare Nate off. “I love my life, and I’m very happy. I just might also be having an existential crisis, that’s all.” 

Mason had just gotten to the clinic and he had quite some time before his first client so he had been planning to get some paperwork down when he heard the door open. He saw Charlotte coming through the doors with a cat and he raised his eyebrows slightly. “Yeah, we can get it scanned and cleaned up.” He said s he led her towards one of the exam rooms. “So she was just chilling in the studio huh?” He asked as he grabbed the scanner, running it along the cats body with no chip showing up. “Doesn’t look like she is chipped and if I’m honest, it doesn’t look like she’s been someone’s pet or anything.” He said softly. 

Reaching for a towel and a wet sponge, Mason started to get the paint off of the cat, noting some old scars. “She’s very sweet for a stray though.” He said as he scratched the cat’s head for a few moments. “I don’t think the paint will harm her unless she has eaten any of it, so watch for her not eating or drinking water, or being lethargic. That’s if you’re planning on keeping her.”

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Charlotte was relieved the paint wasn’t going to harm the animal, and she sat anxiously while Mason did his work. She’d never really had pets before - she traveled too much, too often, never wanting to leave a living thing behind. The closest she supposed she could consider would be that Nate had a dog that felt comfortable enough in her own home, but it had been over three years since she settled in Iron River and she’d rarely been gone for more than a few days at a time. Maybe a pet would be good for her. 

“She is very sweet,” Charlotte agreed; she’d seen the cat around the neighborhood, jumping her fence more and more often lately, but contributed it to the late nights she spent on her back porch, or the smell of food grilling on her patio. “I’ll definitely hold onto her while I put up signs - I’d hate to find out it’s some little girls pet or anything,” she said with a slight frown. “Would you be able to post it here when I make them? Just in case?” 

Sabiha’s mouth parted to respond, but the sound of Char’s name being called stopped her short of commenting. Instead, she abandoned the portfolio back on the side table she found it on, then followed the pair into the room. “C’mon. I would never let you sit down if I didn’t trust him with my life.” She’d known Milo half of her life; even before he became her tattoo artist he’d been her friend. That meant prior to even showing up for this appointment she’d already threatened him to within an inch of his existence to not fuck things up.

Which, admittedly, she wasn’t the most threatening person in the world, but she was pretty sure Charlotte had nothing to worry about.

Claiming the only spare seat in the room and promptly offering out her hand, she murmured, “You’re going to be fine.” Just in case she hadn’t heard her the first seventeen times. “And when everything’s said and done you’re gonna walk out of here happy that you decided to go through with this.” She slid her phone out of her pocket with her free hand, pulling up a few of their favorite playlists. “Do you want music to distract you?” A glance to Milo and a smirk before she promised, “I’ll hijack his sound system. Just say the word.”

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“Yes please,” Charlotte agreed, turning away from Milo to focus instead on Sab. She was grateful the other had agreed to come with her, that she could be cool, calm and collected. That she’d encouraged her to do this. Life in New York, Charlotte had had ‘friends’ - she was a naturally extroverted person who fell easily into friendships - but none like those she’d found in Iron River. None she could trust so implicitly, who wanted to be there for everything, big and small. 

She squeezed Sab’s hand tightly as the tattoo gun was turned on, the noise putting her on edge. She wasn’t an anxious person by normal means, but this was definitely something new. She almost jumped when she felt the needle start against her skin, but she held herself still, breathing low as Sab put on an upbeat playlist they used to get ready to go out. And once it started....it was easier, at least, to breathe, to the point that Charlotte even risked a glimpse over at Milo to see what he was doing. 

“Huh,” she said, finally exhaling the deep breath she’d been holding completely; she was always intrigued by artistic processes, wanting to know how others worked and what similarities they held. And while it wasn’t exactly a pleasant sensation, she was pleased that it wasn’t the worst pain she’d ever felt, either. It was...tolerable. Probably not addictive, for her, like so many others claimed, but she could get through this with relative ease. “It’s not as bad as I was worried about,” she said with a smile in Sab’s direction, “maybe this won’t be the last one I get after all.” 

Her eyes traced over Charlotte, digesting her insightful feed back. Anyone who was Sab’s friend, Be treated as her own. She felt a kinship with the tall brunette if only for the clear creativity she had in her. Her eyes dropped briefly to the napkin in which Char had been sketching, wondering what she was drawing. “Well, if its a student film and they cast me, do you think it will be because I’m good or because they think I’m hot?” Be certainly didn’t mind flattery, but she also wanted to be seen as good. She wanted to be the next Meryl.  She wanted to be in films that could change peoples lives.

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“Who says it can’t be both?” Charlotte asked with a raised eyebrow. “When I was a student artist, I looked for people who inspired me - sometimes it was their appearance, but usually it was just their personality, or aura. For example, you’d make an incredible muse - not just because you’re beautiful, though you are,” Charlotte said with a smile, showing the napkin a little clearer for Be to see, “but because you have such an ambitious energy to you. Anyone who wouldn’t cast you is a fool,” she offered kindly. “Does it say what the role is? Or what kind of character it is?” 

Myra nodded at the other’s assessment before explaining why she’d stayed even that long. “I…uh got married right out of high school actually, so while I was out of my parent’s house…I had another reason to stay here for longer.” And that was really her reason to come back too but she’d just met Charlotte, she didn’t want to unleash everything from her past on the other woman and make things awkward. “It makes me feel old for sure,” she admitted with a laugh, “it also just feels surreal. I didn’t think I’d be away for as long as I was, you know?” 

When Charlotte launched into telling her about her life, it was honestly making Myra feel less travelled even though she had done her fair bit of it for work. “That sounds pretty incredible,” after all–Charlotte’s travelling seemed more on her own terms rather than for a certain assignment the way Myra’s had been. When the other spoke about liking Iron River more than New York, she found herself smiling, “I’d be one of those weird people…if you didn’t mention the close friends you’d made here. That helps someone stay because it makes a place truly feel like home.” Myra unfortunately didn’t have that in New York and while she’d always thought she’d have that here in Iron River–she didn’t, not anymore. The question from Charlotte wasn’t unexpected but she still wasn’t even sure how much to share. “I mentioned getting married earlier, right? Well–we never really got divorced after I left…and I didn’t exactly leave on the best terms and I wanted to fix that so I thought coming back would be the right move. But uh–I’m not really so sure about it anymore.” Myra shrugged before taking a sip of the wine Charlotte had given her earlier. “Also–you’re fine, I don’t think you’re prying and it feels nice to have someone to talk about it with honestly.” 

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 “Whoa,” Charlotte whistled, shaking her head. That was definitely a bomb she hadn’t expected - and honestly, it felt like a move right out of her own book. It was a move right of her own book, but her own marriage had been annulled almost immediately, and she’d never actually told anyone in Iron River about it. Not even Nat, who she was supposed to tell everything to - mostly because she didn’t want Nate to worry about it, and undoubtably what one knew, the other would soon after. “I did that too - the married that young thing. I was a freshman in college, though - we went to Vegas for a weekend and it just kinda...happened.” She shrugged; despite the legal issues, the two had been together for most of her college experience. “I can’t say I relate completely, but like, I definitely get it.” 

She tipped her glass to Myra’s in a clink of solidarity, offering her a smile over their toast. “I’m a great talker. And listener, if you can get a word in edgewise,” she laughed easily. “If I’d had the patience for learning and school more, I probably would have gone into psychology or something. Instead, I just kinda....make them into paintings, you know? Actually, I have one from my marriage - I haven’t told anyone what it’s about before, since I don’t usually talk about it, but do you want to see?” 

He rolled his eyes at Charlotte’s antics, happy for a moment of levity in what had been a horrific week thus far. “We’ll make sure to sign you up for the talent show next month,” he called over his shoulder as he made his way over to the sound system. He barely knew what he was doing, but he turned knobs at random until he found a level that sounded appropriate. “We’re good,” he said, with a thumbs up for good measure before walking back. “How’s it going on your end? Need any help with the signs?” 

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“Honestly, I think the girls have it all taken care of,” she shrugged, watching her squad prepare the gymnasium with surprising ease. “Do you know what I do need? Coffee. Let’s go.” She didn’t give him a chance to deny her as she linked her arm through his, heading towards where she knew the coaches kept a coffee machine by the locker rooms. She hadn’t missed the downward turn of his face the past few days, or the heavy lilt of his tone. They weren’t exactly close, by any means, but word traveled fast in Iron River - and even faster in the high school. Sometimes it was like they were still students. “Besides, I think you need more distractions. Or maybe an impartial ear. If you want. Just know it’s here for you,” she said with a smile, but giving him the chance to change the subject or unload - Charlotte wouldn’t judge for either decision. 

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The moment that the sun started rising, Nathan had found himself wide awake. This was something that he was used to ever since middle school trying to push his training to the limit in order to make the varsity team freshman year. It was a routine that had stuck with him throughout his teen, college, and professional years. Waking up with the sun to put in the extra work. That wasn’t something he needed now at thirty one, but old habits die hard. The last thing that Nathan wanted to do was pull himself away from a peacefully sleeping Charlotte, but there was only so much laying around and staring at a ceiling he could do. Plus, he needed to find some Tylenol for the pounding between his head. 

It had been a few hours since Nathan had woken up for the day and he had been able to get a few things done. He was able to pick up all of the empty cups and bottles around the house, take the trash out, and straighten up. Penn was let outside to enjoy the fresh air, fed the cat, and coffee was made. In all reality, Nathan just wanted to make Charlotte’s life a little bit easier today as he was sure that she would be experiencing some form of a hang over like him. It wasn’t until he was making breakfast for the two of them, pancakes and eggs (really the only food he knew how to make and not screw up), that he heard life within the house. The moment he heard footsteps in the kitchen, Nathan smiled turning to look at the brunette. “How are you feeling?” He asked softly, before flipping the four pancakes on the skillet. “There’s a glass of water and two Tylenol on the counter over there for you. And before you fight me on getting coffee, it’s made but you need to drink that entire glass of water before I make you a cup.” Nathan smiled, giving her a look as though he meant business. 

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Charlotte had never been a morning person. She could understand why people would be - the rising of the sun, starting a day early, getting more done - but she’d always been a late to bed, late to rise. Growing up in a house of nine other people, she learned to tune out just about everything in order to sleep. Talking, music, lawn mowers - it took seven alarms to get her out of bed during the week so she’d make it to work on time. With a painful hangover and a night that didn’t end until nearly the break of dawn as it was, she was sure the clock was in the double digits and the sun high in the sky before she rolled over, aware that her bed was empty save for herself. 

Not that she was surprised - when Nate did sleep over, he was almost always up before she was. Old habits died hard, she supposed, though she would have liked him to lounge with her sometimes. Still, she knew he wouldn’t just leave - not the morning after her birthday party, when she’d promised they could spend the whole day to themselves. A cleaning crew would come take care of most of the mess - Charlotte wasn’t organized to deal with it herself, and she refused to let Natalie - but for today, her focus was on Nate. 

The lines they’d put up when they started were getting blurrier and blurrier; ‘friends with benefits’ probably didn’t spend half their time on dates, or curled up on the couch watching TV, or taking their niece / god daughter out for fun. If he hadn’t been Natalie’s twin, if he hadn’t been Emma’s uncle, she was pretty sure she would label them as ‘dating’. But those other little labels....they made things a little more complicated. After all, Nat and Emma were the two most important people - in both their lives - and neither were willing to risk that. 

The smell of eggs pulled her from her thoughts, her hair mussed as she yawned and made her way to the kitchen. She shot him a grateful smile, though he was focused on making sure the pancakes weren’t burning as she downed the pills and drank the whole glass of water in one go. She knew he would be serious about not allowing her to have coffee until it was done. 

“Coffee,” she murmured, her voice groggy and full of sleep, moving around him to pull down her favorite mug - one that Emma ( Nat ) had ‘made’ at a pottery shop last Christmas, the size of a soup bowl and just what she needed for the moment. She kissed Nate’s shoulder as she passed him, before preparing her drink - a small spoonful of sugar, a drop of milk, the beverage turning a medium brown instead of it’s natural black as she pushed herself on the counter, watching him quietly while she sipped. “How long have you been up?” she asked when she could get her words to work again, “please tell me you didn’t clean. I have someone coming to do that.” 

“ you’re impossible to deal with sometimes, “ natalie remarked with a huff, although she couldn’t help but to smile after she tugged on her braid like she was a five year old. “ i don’t need to ruin your  finally-perfect  sheets in order to have fun y’know, i can just …. keep my distance and stare in a non creepy, stalkerish way, “  she couldn’t help but to joke, although, to be fair, there actually was a part of her that actually considered that type of scenario in case she was sober enough  terrified enough  for anything else. however … her best friend was right in one aspect and that was the fact she  really  needed one night of fun. whatever that meant or included.                “  umm … okay, while i do agree with you, but let’s also revist the fact that yes, i’m a  mom , and not everyone has the hots for a boring, single parent who spends their saturdays drinking wine and crying over netflix mini-documentaries, not to mention someone who can’t remember what an  orgasm  actually feels like while we’re at it, okay? i’m not exactly a femme fatale over here, “  natalie continued with her excuses, before letting out a sigh as the other pulled her in an embrace, gaze locked on their reflections in the mirror. which was why she felt relieved when charlotte changed the subject, the sparkle in her eyes becoming evident as she widened them.  “ you already know i’m probably going to cry … “ she admitted, head tilting to a side.  “  so please, if i have to ruin my makeup let it be now and not later, “ 

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“i do know that, so stay right here,” she said, scurrying to the guest room where she’d been hiding the portrait for days. she’d put it in a simple frame, wrapped it in the same paper she’d had left over from emma’s birthday - pink unicorns and princesses - but she knew it would be torn off in moments anyways, and hopefully natalie wouldn’t even notice once she saw the painting. a picture from the time the three of them went to disney, emma still barely toddling around but nat had rarely looked happier. it had been charlotte’s gift to them for emma’s first christmas - she knew she wouldn’t remember it, but nat had needed cheering up, and charlotte was determined to make her best friend feel appreciated. 

she came back, carefully carrying the canvas - it was large enough to be a centerpiece, really, and charlotte had already envisioned the perfect place above nat’s mantle it could go - and she heard the clatter of makeup brushes falling when she walked back into her bedroom before she saw nat’s eyes. “okay, so, if you don’t like it, you have to lie because i’ve spent the past six months working on this,” she explained, suddenly nervous - “but i wanted to commemorate how incredible you are, and how happy i am to be in your life. all aspects of it. so like...” she trailed off, shrugging before setting the painting at her feet, her teeth digging into her lip. “happy birthday, beautiful.” 

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Just the idea of having to dress up for this party made Nathan cringe. He hated the idea and the fact that it would bring any kind of attention to himself. But, since Natalie wanted him there and Charlotte wanted him there, he was going to suck it up and figure it out. Really, he’d wear anything she wanted him to. He would do anything for her, even going to a party with the entire population of Iron River that was celebrating his birthday but not at the same time. All of her ideas sounded okay, but how was he supposed to pull this off? “So are you telling me I’d look better in a white cowboy hat?” Nathan raised an eyebrow, looking up at her. “I mean that could be arranged. We should probably go to a rodeo while we’re at it too.” He smirked just picturing her in a cowgirl get up. 

“I would never back out.” Nathan said softly, placing a small kiss on her cheek. “I’ll be there.” It was interesting how the Tate family life slowly started to include Charlotte since she moved to Iron River. The brunette had made her way on the family tree with little hesitation from Natalie, Emma or himself. In all reality, life was better with her in it. She was their best friend and an amazing aunt to Emma. He wouldn’t have changed it for the world. “When are you getting out of here today? And, do you have any cravings for dinner I can fulfil?” 

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“I was actually on my way out after I finished talking to you,” she replied, taking his hand in her own and toying with his fingers while she spoke. “I just wanted to come and tell you to come over later, if you wanted, because I’m definitely going to need some fun distraction when I finish this painting. Plus, I want you to see it and give me the all clear - you’ll know if Nat’ll love it better than I will.” Natalie may have been her best friend, but Nate was her twin, and ultimately he would always know and read her better than Charlotte could ever hope to. 

“As for dinner,” she continued, “I say if you bring over chinese food from that cute place that always gives me extra fortune cookies, you might just be my hero,” she grinned. “I have a hankering for kung pao chicken I can’t get rid of, and they always make it best.”  She placed one last kiss on his cheek before pushing herself off his lap, knowing there was only a matter of time before the kids needed him after school - “don’t expect to get much sleep tonight, Coach,” she teased, “I plan on keeping you very busy all night.” 

“Your mother wasn’t wrong, you definitely are lucky then.” Myra murmured knowing the amount of work she had to put in if she got a little extra snacky like the other mentioned. But still she was excited to be spending time with someone who was so ‘normal’ for lack of a better word. The people she’d interacted with back in the city were all a certain ‘type’ and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing–it was just hard to form close connections with any of them. 

“Oh that’s exciting! Also 90′s themed is definitely a perfect throwback,” she chuckled before smiling at the other who explained more about her birthday and how they had joint parties. Those were the things she craved but at this point in her life, she doubted she even remembered how to make friends without being awkward about it. “I’m glad you like them! They’re just subtly good…not overly sweet and that’s my favourite thing about them, and yes I’d like some wine.” She heard the other apologize for rambling and had to shake her head, “please don’t apologize. I think it’s absolutely normal and you’re saving me from being embarrassed too.” She laughed at Charlotte’s statement though before shrugging, “I mean–I have stories, but I don’t know if they’d count as the ‘best’ stories, you know? I left Iron River when I was about…21 or 22, something like that. So being back is like–almost going back in time,” she admitted with a shrug, “almost surreal. Where did you live before here and before New York?”

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“You stayed awhile before leaving, then,” Charlotte commented. She’d left home as soon as she hit 18 - not because she necessarily was dying to get out, but because her mother would have been disappointed if she didn’t go to college, and Charlotte wanted to travel the world. “Is it weird being back? I mean, whenever I go home, like, nothing’s changed. It makes me feel old, and I’m definitely not - yet - so I can’t imagine a prolonged absence like that.” 

Myra’s question was an easy one; “I’m originally from Louisiana - a small town called Natchitoches whose claim to fame was being the background of an old Julia Roberts movie, but still no one ever really visits. But I went to California for college, because my brother was opening a bar there and I missed him, and then I just kind of....went everywhere. I mean, I was set in New York, but I traveled...all over. Greece has been my favorite so far, but I hit most of Europe and a little of Asia before I decided to check out of New York entirely. And once I got here...I just haven’t really gone many places. I have roots here that feel weird to just up and leave - though I do go a little stir crazy sometimes. But I love it here - a lot better than New York, which most people find hard to believe.” She bit down on her lip, aware she could be opening a bad door with her next question - “why’d you move back? You don’t have to tell me or anything, I’m just curious. I swear, I’m not trying to pry and you can tell me to butt the hell out.” 

The way that Charlotte was talking about Britney, Nathan knew he probably should pay more attention to pop culture. Obviously this was something that both his sister and her knew a lot about. They are planning an entire party around it. He certainly did remember the unforgettable VMAs kiss. “I mean if I was a chick, that would have been the moment I realized I liked girls too.” Nathan said playfully. Truth was, he was pansexual. An item that very few individuals knew about him. It was something he kept hidden during his NFL days do the the stigma of same sex relationships in football. He didn’t want the media saying anything else about him besides his playing ability.

Nathan honestly didn’t care that Charlotte stole his birthday partner. Natalie and him had a tradition on their actual birthday that would never be broken. He was genuinely happy that Natalie found someone who actually enjoyed throwing parties and being the center of attention. It certainly was not his strong suit. He could never throw a party the way that Charlotte did, the girl had some talent up her sleeve. Plus, everyone loved the two of them so the parties were always legendary. “It seems like I don’t have a choice.” Nathan smirked, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to take away from your night but I would love some help since the only think I can think of being is Benny the Jet.” He was at a lost. How does he look hot to impress the girl already in his arms? Especially hot enough so that she actually wanted to spend time with him rather than who ever else was there. 

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Her nose scrunched, shaking her head - she didn’t even know who he was referencing, but she had a list a mile long she could help him with. “I mean, there’s some obvious choices - JT just being one of them, though I was always a JC girl myself,” she teased, referencing her all time favorite boy band. “But like, Leo in Titanic, or Brad Pitt in Thelma & Louise - Caroline and I used to watch that movie all the time and I’d ogle him while she ogled Geena Davis. That white cowboy hat?” she let out a low whistle, laughing a little as she did. 

Really, he could come as just himself, and she’d be happy enough with that. As long as he was there, and happy, she’d be pleased. Sure, the party was about her and Nat - and their friendship - above all else, but Nate was a part of the equation too. “As long as you don’t try and back out of the party entirely - I know Nat’s already got a sitter for Emma, and I may have something special planned for you up my sleeve, so your attendance is required. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Plus, you have to see me make Nat cry when I give her her painting.” 

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Her eyes scanned over the page of lines in her hand. One of the great things about the modern day was the ability to send in a self tape - not that Be ever landed any gigs, but she could keep her dream alive. Her hands switched from the paper to the paper coffee cup on the table in front of her. The brunette glanced at her phone, making sure she hadn’t yet again lost herself in her mind and forgotten to pick up Feray. She’d been preparing for this audition for a week now. It had been all that was on her mind. Her eyes traced the requirements yet again - over the age, the hair color. “It says might require nudity. You don’t think I’m auditioning for a porn, right?”  She said mostly as a joke to the person beside her.

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While Charlotte almost always stopped at Crafts, sometimes Grind was just closer on her way from one thing to the other. Their coffee wasn’t as good ( obviously ) but she could people watch for a few moments, making small sketches on napkins before she had to jet off to her next location. The girl at the table next to her was her current muse - though she probably didn’t know it - but Charlotte wasn’t startled when she spoke. “It depends - is the ad on craigslist? Because if it is, it’s definitely porn. If not, it’s probably just a student film, and then it’s not porn, but they definitely want to see you naked.”