couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝚛𝚒𝚘 !

❛  listen,  ❜    after one  ‘ no ’ ,   (  which she felt was entirely dubious  ) ,   she wasn’t about to let the subject go  —  getting what she wanted  was practically a talent ,   at this point .    ❛  i don’t talk to hear my own voice ,   okay ?   don’t be a  piss - ant ,   and get in the pool .  ❜    a redolent glance was offered to the familiar face ,   rio’s demeanor  CONFIDENT  as ever and hopefully as  persuasive  as she intended it to be .   truly ,   she wasn’t asking for anything more than a bit of company .   the warm pool was going to waste ,   uninhabited by anyone else since she’d arrived .   the visitor was no  stranger  to her ,   but admittedly not quite a friend ,   either .   somewhere in - between ,   or maybe on a different scale altogether .    ❛  OR ,   take a few steps back before i  drag you in  myself .  ❜

“Oh I know I mean in a way I am sort of glad it happened because lord wasn’t the only person who knew it was going to end up that way. We were too much of the same person like we were just too alike and it didn’t end up.” she explained shaking her head. On the front she was visually okay she didn’t look like a person who was going through a break up, was something bubbling further below? Probably but was she going to visit that right about now? Fuck no. She was going to keep that bottled up for as long as she could; 

“Oh believe me, once I find a cute little distraction -… which I may or may not have a little someone already -… I will be all good to go because I mean that’s what really soothes a broken heart right?” getting between a gorgeous woman’s legs, or was that just Brooklyn’s way of doing things; “Thanks Red, have heard it before but I guess you just have to ‘carpe diem’ right?”

Versailles listens to Brooklyn’s words, nodding a little when the blonde explains that they were a bit too similar to work. She could see how that would become an issue, most people didn’t want to date themselves, after a certain point there had to be a point where similarities became too much to deal with - especially when it came to more negative traits. “I’m glad you were able to get out of the relationship but it still sucks the way everything went down. Instead of just talking to you, she cheated on you and then dumped you. It would have been easier if she skipped the cheating step.” Sure, ti would have still hurt like a bitch probably but the additional betrayal of trust could have been avoided. “But if you’re glad you’re out of it, I’m glad you’re out of it.”

She smiles at the mention that she may have already found herself a cute little distraction, “nothing like getting over a heartbreak like casual sex, you know. It’s good for trying to avoid heartbreaks too, you just - end shit the second you realize you might become attached. Easy peasy.” It actually wasn’t, sometimes you started to care before you could get away, sometimes you couldn’t force yourself away and set yourself on the path of heartbreak regardless. “Pluck the day as it is ripe, put very little trust in tomorrow?” She grins a little, perhaps taking a little too much joy from referencing Horace. “I probably wouldn’t listen to the end of the quote but, looking at the situation as a new start is a great idea, and if you want some new friends in this start-” She pulls out a pen and a piece of paper from her purse, jotting down her phone number and offering it to her. “-feel free to call me.”

It was weird how the place’s magic was really starting to AFFECT her. She felt happy and relaxed. Or perhaps she should thank those few drinks she had had tonight. And after spending the first half of the day actually working on her art just for her own pleasure and creative expression, something she hadn’t gotten to do anymore that much lately, it was like everything was coming together. She shifted in her chair, looking around the bar. It wasn’t exactly busy, only few people chatting and having their drinks. The hotel felt almost too quiet compared to her lively home-town. Maybe she just had to get more comfortable with this place, explore and make new kind of friends. For now, she just enjoyed people-watching, breathing this relaxed atmosphere. “This music is just so GOOD, it’s hard to believe no one’s dancing!”

“Maybe the music is good, but the people are a bit too mellow.” Versailles gestures around them without looking over to the girl before she downs her current shot. She didn’t feel like she had to look, there was no denying they were around mellow drunks who weren’t interested in dancing, and she wasn’t exactly the fondest of dancing by herself. That got embarrassing way too fast. “If you really wanna dance, I suggest going into the city. The queue for the clubs can be a bit long, but they’re worth it from experience.” She didn’t go out too often, she was supposed to be lying low and most of the people she’d want to go with her were back home anyway - but it was occasionally a nice night out. “They’re way more exciting than this,” she starts, flagging over the bartender for yet another shot. “No offense of course, babe.” She winks at them before finally glancing over to smile at Regina.

“I think I knew it was coming I mean she cheated on me and I knew she was cheating but I guess I was planning my own break up in my head so when she came to me and said it first-… I shouldn’t have been so surprised” but it was what it was; “Oh yeah I mean i have my girls, my guys, my side hoes and hookups” okay Brooklyn, that last part was a joke and the smirk at the end of the sentence reflected that; “Nah Tinder isn’t for me I have been there and done that and I promise you when I say that nothing good has come out of it. I rather do people searching in person I find it more appealing then flicking through a profile online” besides meeting someone in person was a sure tell way of knowing that who you saw and talked to was who you were going to get; “Don’t worry girl, I was just playing with you-… sort of, but I will get back on my feet. I just need time”

“You deserve better than someone who cheats anyway, I’m just sorry you went through all of that.” Sure, Ches herself was open with her sex life - she didn’t mind sleeping around, but she also didn’t tie herself and make a promise to never stray - she laid just what kind of person she was outright where everyone could see, where people who didn’t want to play her game could stay away. What Brooklyn’s ex had done was horrible, and she was sorry the blonde woman was dealing with it. “Just the way it should be right now, okay - surrounding yourself around better people, focusing on leaving her in the past where she belongs. It’ll be okay.” Versailles tucks a strand of red hair behind her ear, smiling a bit. “Well, you have plenty of that. You’re young, you’re beautiful, and you’re in the best place to figure things out. You’ve got this, Brooklyn.”

☼*·ﾟ SIGHING, AMSTERDAM SHOOK his head, feeling awful. he wasn’t usually that kind of person, but with his chefs not behaving lately, he wast starting to become one. taking the last big sip, he hummed softly. placing the cup down on the table in front of them, he turned to face her with a bright smile. “sorry, not just not a morning person, but people being idiots. what can i help you with, sweetheart?” amsterdam asked, actually meaning the compliment. he really loved talking to people in the hotel, especially when they were in good moods, because that always put him in one as well. he definitely needed it right now. “please, make my day. i need it, desperately.” there were quite a few things she could do and he was curious to find out.

The redhead nods, she could understand stress made things worse when dealing with things you didn’t exactly enjoy - even if that thing was simply the morning. The change in his behavior wasn’t lost on her, perhaps it was because she was a guest, perhaps it wasn’t but there was a shift, and she doubted that coffee was the only factor in the switch. “My father isn’t either, I’m used to it.” She explains, letting him in on why she’d just sat down instead of scurry off when he snapped -  not that Versailles was one to scurry on average. “I was going to ask you for some cooking advice but if your chefs are this under your skin, we’ll save that for later. Let’s unwind a bit instead, find something fun to do. If you have some time, of course.”

Posey did try not to go too far a head with her words but sometimes her thoughts got the best of her and once she started talking she honestly didn’t know how to shut up; “I mean it sucks we were together for like a year and I feel emotionally numb right now but I mean-… that’s life right? You have to fall sometimes but I mean then you have to get back up and try again I suppose.” she couldn’t help but laugh at the others words; “Oh certainly. I mean I might as well just go on Tinder like ‘does anyone wanna be a girlfriend placeholder for the holidays? Though I will say if we did know each other and we did have chemistry I wouldn’t mind bringing someone that looked like you to meet my parents.’” she joked with a laughter not being able to contain her flirt.

“Did you at least see it coming leading up to it or was it out of the blue?” Not that knowing really made the situation better, but it seemed to make things less painful sooner if you knew what was about to happen. If it wasn’t sudden. “I suppose it’s a part of life but it still sucks you’re going through this. Have you had your friends around you at least?” It was easier to cope through things when you weren’t alone - at least in Versailles’s own personal experience with these things. She was a very social being on average though, perhaps even Tinkerbell like in her need for attention at times. “Plus if you have a plane ticket, Tinder might be a good bet - you could explain to your mom after if she catches on.” The redhead smiles, looking Brooklyn up and down for a second. “I have no doubt in my mind you’d be able to find a girl eager to help you out. It’s going to be okay, yeah? Just gotta surround yourself with good people and move forward as you feel like you can.”

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎!

a glance was cast upwards as someone came to join him;  whether by their intent or through an unawareness that he was there.  REALLY,  he had come with the plan of bowling a game for shits and giggles  /  unsurprisingly,  he’d simply wound up taking a seat and getting lost on his phone.  the stupid thing had been going off all morning,  NOT because of an emergency — as always.  no,  any chance for his family to 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀 him was taken readily.  most days,  it was funny - a little endearing,  too,  considering they were in an entirely different country.  that still felt weird to think about.  lips pursed for a moment,  christian’s gaze having left his phone but also not settling entirely on the person who had shown up in the alley.  if he’d been 𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦,  the whole thing would’ve felt less awkward.  polite smile was offered,  a click of his finger shutting off his phone screen as prague sat up straighter.   ❛  sorry,  i’ve just been loitering — if you want the room,  i can head out.   ❜   

Ches loved to bowl, perhaps it was in part due to the fact her favorite out of the Elswood’s vacation homes had a bowling alley and it reminded her of simpler times, but it was a nice distraction to seek out every once in a while. She didn’t do it often, but sometimes it made for a nice treat. Of course, she wasn’t expecting to see Prague just playing on his phone when she walked into the bowling alley. The redhead raises an eyebrow when his posture entirely changes upon realizing she was there, up straighter - polite smile. “Why would you have to head out? It’s not like you’re on your phone directly in front of the pins.” This was a public space, employee or not - it wasn’t like it affected her any if he wanted to play on his phone in the bowling alley. All the power to him if he was off.

“I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do about Christmas” she sighed as she kind of started talking to the other beside her, having a tendency to talk her thoughts out loud; “Like I was suppose to bring this girl home for Christmas because we had been seeing each other and my mom was really excited because I never bring anyone home for Christmas but now she’s just left me high and dry and I don’t even know what to do or tell mom like ‘sorry you were really excited but I’m coming single again’.” she pouted as she turned to the other; “Gosh sorry you probably don’t want to hear my sob stories-… I’m Brooklyn”

Normally Ches wasn’t the biggest fan of people laying their issues on her before she had actually met the person, but as Brooklyn discusses how her Christmas was going, she can’t help but feel bad for her. The redhead’s expression softens the more she listens to her, nodding slightly in understand and sympathy as she explains. “I’m sorry you’re dealing with this, I can’t imagine how much breaking up right before Christmas has to hurt.” Especially if her mother was expecting them both to visit, it sounded like a horrible situation to be in. “No, don’t apologize. You’re fine. I’m Versailles. I just wish I knew what to do, I could offer to let you bring me home for Christmas but that’d be a bit forward.” Plus her own father was expecting to see her for the holiday, how would she explain deciding to run off with a heartbroken girl to meet her mother just because a stranger found herself into a bad situation.

Actually, on second thought - that probably wouldn’t be surprising at all to him given how impulsive Versailles truly could be at times.

☼*·ﾟ LOOKING UP AT the person in front of him, he blinked, staring at them for a moment, wondering who thought it was a good idea to speak to him before his morning coffee. lowering his cup, he gave them a moment to come up with an excuse before speaking. amsterdam needed his coffee in the morning, and if not, his mood was something to be feared. but most of the time, he drank his coffee in the comfort of his room, for fear he wouldn’t upset anyone. however, that morning, he’d been running late to breakfast. upon arriving, the other chefs allowed him a moment to drink his coffee, but requested he have it in the lobby, for fear of the mood. and now, this person was testing it. “whatever you want better be important. because this coffee will determine my mood and i’m not done yet.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were one of those people. Finish it, we’ll talk after.” Ches brushes off the annoyance he’s feeling, just another man grumbling because he didn’t have their fix running through his veins in the morning. That was the story of her life at this point, there was zero use getting offended. So she sits in the seat next to him, staring at the chef quietly as she waits for him to finish his coffee. She’d treat it like Christmas morning, wait for coffee to be consumed and then immediately burst into what she was here to pester Amsterdam about.

Picking his brain for cooking related advice could wait, Versailles had plenty of time to spare.

in a blink of an eye he goes from studying the surveillance fixture to colliding with an unexpected and considerably smaller individual, only having a split second to react before versailles’ grip and his subsequent attempt to save her from his carelessness propels them over the edge. the previously calm surface of the water is violently disrupted — the sound resonating emphatically throughout the space. barely able to comprehend his mistake until he emerges with a gasp from the brightly lit depths and brushes back dark, wet hair to glimpse the unfortunate stranger. “ertu að djóka?” he exclaims unthinkingly, trying to catch his breath and stay afloat despite the tool belt weighing him down more than usual.

“fuck!” he mutters in a panic-stricken tone, reaching for the closest boundary with an observable lack of co-ordination. gripping the tiled wall of the pool for support, he glares at the young woman. “i’m not — i’m, i’m fine!” he responds heatedly, trying to regain his composure. planting his hands on the floor, he hoists himself out of the pool and twists to sit on the edge, falling back on his elbows and taking slow, measured breaths.

The girl doesn’t quite understand every word of the exclamation, she was still trying to learn Icelandic but it was a fairly slow process (and honestly wasn’t putting enough effort in it to expect to really grasp it quickly anyway) but everything else about his reaction says enough. The tool belt weighing him down is something the girl seemingly just realizes after her phone is on the side of the pool, but in the time it takes for her to swim over to him in hopes of helping him - he’s already at the wall, getting himself out of the pool. “Well, you did end up taking that tumble with me, it’s only polite to ask. I’m fine too, in case you were wondering.” She snaps back, by all accounts if anyone should be annoyed from the get go it was her. Not only did he push her into the pool, she was undoubtedly going to have to shell out money for a new phone and try to explain to her father why she was unable to answer his calls for an extended period of time.

Ches takes a deep breath before she pulls herself out of the water, sitting on the edge of the pool and letting her feet stay in the pool. “I expect a bill if I damaged anything, I really didn’t mean to pull you in.” These words are softer than her last, her expression a bit uncertain as she glances over to him. Sure, she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the situation - she would have rathered this never happened, but she also had dragged him in with her - by all accounts they should be even. “I’m Versailles, by the way. You’re probably lucky I ditched the bodyguard, whatever damage control you have to do to avoid getting into trouble would have been even harder.” Her attention shifts to the camera he had just been working on, the gears already going in her head as she runs through the possible outcomes. There was a very high chance that trying to help him sweep the incident under the rug in return for a favor down the line wasn’t even possible, “is that camera feed live yet?”

Mason: Best scary movie and go

Versailles: Hard question! The Shining is always a good watch, recently I really enjoyed A Quiet Place and The Blackcoat's Daughter. However, I'll forever have a really soft spot for Les Diaboliques. It was the first movie in the horror genre I remember watching.

If one hadn’t experienced knowing Ches growing up, they might have thought nobody ever taught her that it was impolite to just show up at people’s doorsteps uninvited because clearly, she had missed the memo. Although perhaps it really was more like ‘selectively ignored it depending on whom she was seeking out at the moment.’ She wasn’t exactly sure what Avignon’s schedule was looking like, but she wanted to see her friend, maybe try to convince her to be dragged along on a harebrained scheme or two. As far as she was concerned, it would be fun.

standing near the vast expanse of crystal clear water in the center of the pool room, vogur hasn’t moved for a few minutes. two-way radio held up as he informs security personnel of his adjustments to the east-facing camera. however, just as another person begins to walk by him between the pool and his position, the absent-minded maintenance worker steps backwards and bumps into the other hard — losing his own sense of balance, and accidentally shoving the other toward the edge.

Perhaps tanning next the pool really wasn’t a thing when the pool was indoors in a room, but Versailles was having one of those days when she just wanted an excuse to lounge around in a bikini for hours in a public space in hopes to receive even the smallest ounce of attention. So, it was that the redhead had set out to do. With her phone in her hand, she walks around Kópavogur in hopes she can just sneak around him without disturbing his work as she tries to find a place to lounge around for the day. The action doesn’t go as planned, however, when the man steps back.

It’s not hard to shove her towards the edge, the girl quickly scrambling to find anything solid to grab hold of to keep her from going into the pool. Her grabbing onto the maintenance worker’s arm truly wasn’t what she was planning on doing, but by the time she realized what she had just grabbed onto to do in order to save herself, they’re both in the water. The girl surfaces quickly, trying to get her phone out of the water as soon as humanly possible in a desperate last ditch hope of saving it. “I am so sorry, I was just trying to steady myself and I didn’t mean to- you know.” She explains, wanting to make sure he knew that this wasn’t done on purpose. “Are you okay?”

“oui, oui!”, rio nodded her hea and then watched versailles face, knowing that this battle she has won. of course, there was no way to count point through all their interactions, all of them being an eternal arm wrestling, but it could be considered a draw so far. still, versailles was the one having her family while all she could hope for was to get the order that would ler her walk away from this place. “i had foster sisters, not really into our family, but women of my age that was always at my mom’s house. it was important for me as growing up, but never the real thing”, that was an unexpected sharing of information, rio didn’t even know she wanted to talk about it, but it was true - as she grew up, children and teenagers came to her house, usually while her mother protected them from violent childhoods. “as i said before, taking few days off sounds impossible right now. but thank you for sparkling some hope, miss versailles”, as her words ran through rio’s lips, she once again wondering if they could help each other on that task. that would be a interesting and unexpected colab.

One battle lost wasn’t the war as far as Ches was concerned, something could always change the tide in her direction and keep it there. It was just a matter of figuring out what it could be. “That sounds lovely, actually. Legally family or not, having big sister figures around probably was nice.” She could only imagine what it was like to have another woman around the house - sure, she viewed Rissa as the big sister she always wanted and never could have, but there was something different about actually having someone like that. Growing up, all she had were boys and men around her - a nice maid or two, her nannies, but that wasn’t the same. It was a different experience. “Even if it wasn't the real thing, I’m glad you had at least that much.” Maybe she hated Rio, but there were moments where Versailles couldn’t help but feel something other than loathing towards the girl. This was just one of those short-lived moments as far as she was concerned, likely to be gone the moment the other girl’s mouth opened and sound came out. “Maybe it feels impossible, but I don’t like to use that word unless it’s for something stupid like dealing with someone screaming ‘the earth is flat and I’ll prove it.’ Hope’s not a bad thing to have sometimes, Rio.”

“Ooooo, why did someone throw this away?” Detroit barely waited to get the trash bag down the hallway before he was bent over, head stuffed inside, and shifting through the garbage with bare hands and open curiosity. “There’s still some left–” Holding up a mostly used up woman’s fragrance bottle, he sprayed the air and sniffed it. “I’ll smell so pretty!” This was then stuffed into his jeans pocket before lifting the bag, hauling it along a few more steps before the male caught sight of the work being done ahead. The floor was covered in plastic and paint supplied were left unattended– perhaps the workers had gone on break or something. Without pause, Detroit abandoned the bag of trash in order to unbuckle his jeans and zip them down. By the time he’d duck-walked to the painting supplies, his ass was hanging out and was promptly dipped into the still-wet liquid. “Hi there, how ya doing?” Spotting someone, Thomas offered a cheeky sort of grin and wave of his fingers as he stayed there with his bare butt squished against the wall like that was completely normal behavior. 

The redhead was on her way back to her room when she walks into Thomas’s current shenanigans. Was the painting the wall with his ass? That was new. “Hello, I’m doing well actually. How about you?” She smiles at him, gently touching the wall across from him to see if it’s wet before she leans against it to watch. After all, she didn’t want to ruin her black dress. “Good day so far? Looks like you have a long job ahead of you, so I suppose if you want help, I could volunteer.” The words are followed up by her reaching behind her, the sound of her partly undoing the zipper of her dress filling the air, although she makes no move to actually remove the garment.

Isak looked at her earring then started looking again. The distraction was nice. His month away had been nice but the calls didnt stop and it was driving him nuts “ so, do you like it here” he asked as he looked around and after a while, he found a shiny earring” hey is that it?” he asked the girl

“I do, actually. I used to come here with my family from time to time so I suppose in a couple ways it’s like coming back to a home away from home. Although I’m not sure that’s saying too much, I technically have two homes.” Paris and Manhattan were both places she called home, perhaps because they were truly the only places she really felt at home. No matter what she had just said about the hotel they were currently in, it didn’t even come close to the cities she loved. It felt more safe and secure than other vacation destinations, but it still was nothing more than a place to escape to. “How about you? Is it your first stay?” She didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t mean he also wasn’t here with family ties. After all, she didn’t know everyone who came in and out of those doors - that’d be impossible. She pauses searches when he asks her if the earring he just found was hers, and she quickly goes to look at it. “Yes! Thank you!” She takes the piece of jewelry, opening up her purse and sticking both parts of the pair in her wallet, locking it quickly before tossing it back in her purse. “My hero! I suppose I should reward you for your kindness. You like food?”