WILD WILD WEST.

“Those Americans,” Alaric scoffs, any trace of a Danish accent long gone over the eons that he’s been around. If the lady wants strawberry cheesecake, then Alaric will transfigure something into one himself if he has to. But one quick call and a charming smile into Galatea should get him exactly what he wants. “I live to serve,” he gives her a mock bow and grins, already wondering how he’ll have to atone for a last-minute strawberry cheesecake. At her next comment, he pauses. “Well… we’re both here,” he shrugs. “How are things with Nix?”

"This is precisely why I keep gravitating to you in every lifetime.” Matilda’s smile tempers with his response, and she slides her hand down to grip his gloved one comfortingly. “Time is important. I’m sure time will sort things out.” That, or Matilda will successfully wingman the situation with the help of her famous turtle brownies. One of the two. She decides not to voice the latter, though, as she knows Alaric’s likely to point out that’s not the wisest idea. “Oh, excellent,” Matilda says, in a way that solidifies things are not actually excellent. “She misses you dearly, by the way. Absolutely regrets the way things transpired between the two of you.” Ducking her head to hide the grin, she shrugs. “I once thought that our charm would carry us through to the finish line, Alaric, but— here we are.”

AMARA: I'm not really concerned with romance anymore. It's not for me.

AMARA: I'm concerned with my emotional well-being, I suppose. How easily I let myself be manipulated doesn't bode well for my future.

SHILOH: im gonna let u grieve for another 2 months and then tell u thats a dramatic claim, but ill let you have it for today

SHILOH: ok well light was manipulating everyone, not just u, and that says more abt her

ELIJAH: I accidentally tried to sleep with my cousin.

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ELIJAH: But I didn't KNOW she was my cousin.

GRETCHEN: some things are better left unsaid, buddy

GRETCHEN: that was definitely one of them

JACK: Let's do a little bit of word association. I'm gonna say a word, and you guys react.

JACK: Ready? Okay.

JACK: Ainsley.

LEIGHTON: Can we not play games? I’m back to back in meetings today.

JACK: This will go a lot faster if you play the game. You're actually dragging this out by saying you won't play the game, so you might as well cave early.

BRONWYN: Hey. Are you busy tonight?

RAE: No! Definitely not. Just some homework, but nothing that can't wait.

PRUDENCE: Yeah, right. Quinnie, I do not exist without you. There are no words to describe all of the ways I would die without your assistance.

PRUDENCE: Problematic, indeed.

PRUDENCE: I'm torn between telling you to take preventive measures - thus implying that this is something you have somehow brought on yourself - and telling you to curse every man who even looks your way - thus encouraging you to break the law.

PRUDENCE: So I will let you do with that what you will.

QUINN: It's perhaps more professional for me to be humble, but it's true. I'm pretty great.

QUINN: I'd be nowhere without you, though. (:

QUINN: I think the answer may be somewhere in the middle, here, actually—— ignore them, don't feed into it, and then ruin their lives once we get to the White House.

TABITHA: You begged me to come up here in the first place, you dumb bitch.

TABITHA: I'd eat her in a completely different manner, then I would consume her, yes.

TABITHA: If she tries to kill me again, I will move every piece of furniture in your house two inches to the left and laugh every time you stub your toe on the coffee table.

NESTA: We remember this origin story in two very different ways. I swear to God, as soon as I figure out how to banish you...

NESTA: What joy do you get out of eating people? The men are understandable, but I don't get the sensation as a whole.

AUROETTE: Yes, I will inform her that she is persona non grata. Though I have no idea who else you think I would invite into my home.

ELOISE: thank u

ELOISE: she'll be invited to future dinners after a formal vetting process which includes her being nice to me

ELOISE: kellan!!! and prof c!!! you're allowed to invite them

“I think,” Lana throws back, tequila still coating her lips, a near identical shine to the one that draws her lips down to Quinn’s mouth every couple of seconds, “that you’re a little too drunk to go dancing with anyone you don’t know. Which is why it’s a damn good thing that you know me and I’m a fantastic dancer.” There’s an edge of defensiveness there, unwarranted and unreasonable, as Lana Harcourt always is. She slips off of her barstool with a gracefulness that shouldn’t be allotted to people who’ve had as many shots as she has. She holds out a hand to Quinn, fingertips grazing the girl’s inner wrist before tangling with her fingers. “Come on. Let’s dance before you get too drunk to stand up straight.”

Women. Quinn has no complaints as her stomach tumbles at the touch, drawn in by Lana’s... everything. “I’m not that drunk, but I’ll go along with it as long as this stays the— the result.” Sexuality is odd for Quinn, in the sense that her comfort with her own identity gets shaky the second she does anything more than let her gaze linger on her boss for a beat too long, but tonight— tipsy and safe in the dark basement of Nova’s, all she sees is Lana. She’s beaming, a little breathless, and finds it in herself to lead the way into the crowd. Quinn’s hand boldly finds Lana’s waist as a grounding point, and she has to lean in & raise her voice to get the next part through. “You are a fantastic dancer, by the way. I was watching you earlier.” 

RAE: So, hypothetically, if someone invited you over to eat leftover Chinese food, would that be weird or endearing?