Luna Grayson

          “TOTALLY WE SHOULD HAVE TEAMED UP, the minute I moved to New York. We would be lightyears into our plan already.”

“Unfortunately we don’t have a time machine, so we’ll deal with what we’ve got. I have no doubt our plans will still exceed anything anyone else could come up with, though.”

“You definitely can’t return at Bergdorfs unless its damaged. I’ll be suffering through in the heat because there’s no way it’ll still be in season come winter.”

“I guess it’s a good thing most places are air conditioned.”

              “NEW YORK LIFE, IT JUST GETS TO YA. Or so I hear, never really had it get to me but I’m just unique or I never particularly cared. The first one sounds better though doesn’t it? – –– Wouldn’t everyone? I mean honestly it’s like survival instinct, stay away from the crazy looking ones.”

“That’s why I’m always working in the pizzeria, that way the only thing getting to me is fatty thighs from the grease! You’re one of the best people; one who is unique and makes his own way...You would think but seeing the news, apparently it doesn’t work that way for everyone!”

         “DRIVE THEM UTTERLY CRAZY. So much so they won’t ever know what hit them, until it does.”

“I’m only disappointed that we hadn’t thought of this sooner. All of this is making my life increasingly more exciting.”

“This morning I spent four grand on a leather jacket at Bergdorfs and then I realized that not only is it eighty degrees outside but it is basically summer and I’ll melt if I wear it. Being gone so long, I had forgotten what it’s like here.”

“Wow, that must’ve been some jacket! Can’t you bring it back? Or do they not let you do that there? If not save it for the fall and cold ass winter, if you think it’ll be “in season” still...”

             "ONE OF THE HAPPIEST I KNOW. BUT TRUST ME, that’s a good thing actually a rare thing in this city everyone seems to have something shoved up their ass most of the time. –– –– It is not to mention it makes you seem much more approachable I mean after all who wants to talk to someone who looks like someone squeezed a red hot pepper in their eyes or something?”

“Well thank you! I’ve met many people around here that act like that. Doesn’t seem comfortable or fulfilling to live like that... You make a great point. I’d be scared to talk with someone like that. Wouldn’t you want to change having that kind of look if you could? To seem at least human or less of an asshole.”

               "FRANKLY I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL CRY and maybe possibly whine. There’s more enjoyment out of the situation that way don’t you think? –– –– Oh most definitely, it’s time that piece of information makes it’s way out of the shadows. Ruin the illusion everyone’s had for hundreds of years.” 

“Ooh even better! I would definitely enjoy that...We’ll flip their minds completely. Now that should be entertaining as well.”

Kill them with fire.

With my luck I’d end up burning down the building.

WHAT KIND OF WORK ARE WE TALKING about here, Luna? You want me to strip for ‘ya? Clean your house in a little french maid outfit? Stand outside your store and lure customers in with my amazing charm and undeniable wit?

I was talking about work, work like serving tables. Not like work from home stripping kind of thing. Unless you’re into that because the thought of you in a french maid outfit has my mind laughing. You standing outside would definitely bring me excellent business, I would not say no to that either.

              “WE SHOULD WRITE IT OUT SOMEWHERE. I don’t believe that everyone’s up to date with said policy yet. Honestly sometimes it’s like we still live in the fourteenth century. –– ––But dark times or not they did give us Anne Boleyn and Lucrezia Borgia to look up to. Personally I think we’ve always been in charge, it’s just taken men a few centuries to see it.”

“ Our first order of business then so they can’t claim they didn’t know. Some people are so set in their ways, it feels like they need a true education on all of this...Behind every good man is the woman running everything how it’s supposed to, letting the man take the credit to not hurt his ego too horribly. I think it’s time we take the forefront of it all though, just to prove the point.”

                “LIFE IS GRAND. –– –– Besides who said that fierce women don’t cry every once in a while? It’s only healthy after all.”

“Fierce women can show their emotions. We are human after all. Multidimensional and all that.”

              “OH TRUST ME, IT’S MORE THAN SOME. I’ve been around them my whole life I don’t know what it is about·“resting bitch face” that some people find more attractive. I rather see a gal smile you know? Makes them look much prettier.·–– –– Everyone’s ferocious goldilocks, it’s just a matter of finding it that’s all.”

“I don’t understand it. But maybe that’s because I’m a happy person. Resting Bitch Face creeps me out on some people, it’s like when you’re a kid and your parents say ‘don’t make that silly face or it’ll get stuck’ they looked annoyed and boom, stuck for life. I agree I think a smile is more important and attractive... I can be ferocious if need be, just not over simple everyday things like shoes or last season’s clothes.”

FORGET WHAT YOU HEARD AND REMEMBER THIS, me and Alex? We are what you would call connected by our hearts. We live and breathe the same life. If he dies, I die. If he fucks a girl, I fuck a girl.. does that help the definition, blondie? I don’t know how else to make it clear to everyone.. Alex is my soulmate. Don’t even get me started on O.. that’s a story for another day. I could work for the pizza too, hell if I knew I could be working for pizza all this time.. I feel cheated.

Now that is really something. I’m kinda jealous about what you guys have. Not the if you fuck a girl I fuck a girl thing, but the connected thing. Soulmate is a better word for what you have than boyfriend for sure, but I’m all clear. But you don’t have to work for it if I am willing to just give it to you. I mean you can work for it, I won’t say no, but still...

“I’ll even hire you at the firm, I’m sure Beaumont Industries can make room for another petite blonde marketing girl. Well, Lu let’s just say I trust you… and besides, I’m Aiden Beaumont. Who the fuck is going to take the piss out of me?’

“I’m honored! What it must be like to be surrounded by a bunch of women similar looking all doing the same job. We could be like Beaumont’s Angels, all blonde and perky but deadly when necessary, through our work. Good, I trust you too. Your life would be a hell of a lot more boring without me. You need at least one blonde to hand you your ass when necessary.”