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FULL NAME: Philippa Jean Calloway

NICKNAMES: Pip (only by her sisters)

DOB: August 20, 1990 ( Leo ☼ | Scorpio ☽ | Gemini ↗ )

AGE: 31

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Engaged

OCCUPATION: A&R Agent, Heavenly Records

ORIENTATION: Bisexual | Biromantic

GENDER: CIS Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

TRIGGERS: Substance Abuse

Kai looked at the obviously frazzled woman and grinned. “If you’re lookin’ for someone who has class, that’s not gonna be me,” he admitted. Hell, funneling boxed wine was much classier than Kai could ever hope to become. “If you’re lookin’ to get real fucked up, here’s what I do– you know the little airplane bottles they sell? Buy ‘em all. Doesn’t matter what brands they are, you’re just tryin’ to get fucked up. Go home, open like four at a time and down ‘em at once,” he tapped his temple. “Work smarter, not harder. And here,” Kai grabbed his wallet and pulled out a half-smoked joint. “You might need the rest of this more than me.”

“I never said I was after class, I was after a drink.” ninety nine percent of the time, she was happy to pretend she was classier then her origins would suggest but tonight she was just wanting to drink, to the point where she’d drink anything. “My hotel would love that,” she replied, it was definitely not something that she had done before but it did suit her late teens here in the area. “Oh boy, didn’t your mom ever tell you about taking drugs from strangers?” she grinned. 

It had been his team’s holiday dinner - something he was sure Nathaniel didn’t organize for his direct reports - and the members of the tech team had a pretty good experience at the restaurant. He had paid for the entire dinner himself, but as far as his employees were concerned their dinner had been covered by Blackwood Industries. They had all departed, and Will was sipping a glass of scotch at the bar as he didn’t quite feel like retiring for the night quite yet. “This is actually my first time here, so I don’t know the menu too well. They do have an extensive wine selection, I had a glass of the house red at dinner before this and it was exceptional. This scotch isn’t bad at all either, I don’t think you can go wrong at all.”

She twisted to face the man she had spoken to, a half smile playing on her lips as she listened to his response. She nodded approvingly, before arching an eyebrow. “I’ll hold you to that quote, if things go wrong I’ll blame you. Expecting exceptional or bust.” she replied with an amused smile before turning towards the bartender, “Scotch, please. Neat.” she returned her attention back to the man she had spoken to. “So, first time here because new in town or just never have been here?”

“Wait,” he feigned confusion, though his attention remained fixed on the array of liquor bottles behind the bar, rough palms patting at his limbs as if in search for a misplaced item. “Shit, you had me thinking I either had a new job or I was slowly morphing into a fuckin’ menu.” His line of sight eventually lifted, turning to observe his new company. “Anything’s good ‘ere if you like it, Sweetheart. Tip for next time: try asking the people who work here.”

She rolled her eyes a little, looking at him with an amused look before she cleared her throat, waiting for him to finish talking. “Actually, I have a weird theory about staff and what they’d recommend. They’re paid to tell you what they think you’ll like, probably based on what’s the most expensive or they have too much of it. But equally, I like to hear what people who come to a place and what they like. Sometimes generates a more honest opinion.” she perhaps was more speaking on experience from some of the service staff she encountered in New York.

Why she couldn’t just give up on work she had no idea, she had no ability to create a work / life balance that meant she had time to actually let loose. She was constantly putting out fires, and this latest one was surrounding a record deal that was close to falling through, “Ok.. okay... I’m done...I’m over this... I --” she slammed her phone into her bag, “Uhm, I need a drink. What’s good, I genuinely would just grab boxed wine through a funnel to my mouth at this point but let’s pretend that I have class. What’s good?”

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Long runs weren’t Ryan’s idea of a good time, but when her trainer put it on the schedule she had no choice but to comply. Several miles later and ready to call it for the day, Ryan was resting on a bench downtown sucking down water and eating some snacks to recover. Head twisting to the woman next to her, Ryan’s eyes narrowed a bit while looking at the phone screen. “Uh…yeah, same ugly almost white, but not really color,” she confirmed. They looked the same to her, but Ryan also had no taste or eye for design. 

“Ugly.” she repeated, though honestly the thought that been in the back of her mind too, none of them were screaming out to her that they were the right colour. She glanced down at the screen again, and she sighed softly. “I thought as much, this is feeling hopeless.” she sighed softly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother your drink break.”  

Taking a break away from the office space at The Octavium, Aurora was glad to answer emails and try to figure out who to get in for the holiday bonanza out in the open. Though the air in Rhode Island was significantly colder than she remembered New York’s to be, she was content in her oversized sweater and fingerless gloves as she typed away only to hear the blonde’s question. Brown eyes glanced over to see someone familiar, they’d only met a handful of times in some industry parties but it was still a shock to see her all the same. “Pippa?” She questioned curiously. “Uh, this isn’t a trick question like the gold dress versus blue dress debate right?” She peered at the selection, squinting even. “The middle one looks more gold.” 

She glanced up as her name was spoken, and realised that she had inadvertently spoken to someone she knew and not realised it. “Oh wow, Aurora hi.” she realised how rude she’d sounded and completely forgot what she had previously asked as she hastened to apologise. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognise you there for a second, how are you?” she asked, before returning her attention to the colours. “I thought that too, but apparently no, these are swatches from my assistant in New York and ...I swear, she’s sent me the same colour three times over.”

Taking a sip of her wine at the table, it hadn’t occurred to Stefania that there had been any more conversation until Pippa started to speak again. Questions about the wedding seemed to be in Stef’s wheelhouse of opinion; she loved an event, wedding’s in particular had been her favorite. Who didn’t love a good marriage ceremony? “They absolutely look different,” Stef paused, taking a better view of the phone to give her unsolicited advice. “The one on the left has a more neutral beige tone, while the one in the middle has a bit of a bluer tone. I would say that the one on the right has the most neutral ivory shade, but you’d have to see them in person to really get a sense for what you want.” Her eyes lifted back to the blonde, “A neutral taupe would look better on your warm skin tone and blonde hair, tesoro.”

Pippa had a musical ear that could detect slights hints or changes in key tone that was barely noticeable to others, but when it came to colours and swatches she felt useless. Her fiancé had been handling a lot of details, but left a lot of the colour scheme up to her, and she was well and truly over whelmed by it all. She was terrified, constantly reminding herself why she was doing this. Because she loved him his money, and him? She swallowed in an attempt to alleviate the lump in her throat, and glanced between the shades as Stef went through them. “So, you are a genius... please help me.” she replied with a helpless smile, “I’m so bad at this it felt like you were speaking another language for a second there.

She had been perusing emails from the wedding planner that she had been avoiding for the past week or so since she had realised she needed to take a trip back to Rhode Island. It wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, but her fiancé had insisted on seeing the town she had grown up in. She frowned down at one in particular, before turning to the nearest person to her and turned the phone screen to show them three shades of ivory that looked too similar to her to tell. “Uh, excuse me do these look the same to you? I’ve been staring too long, they literally look the same to me.”