fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

Other people's business simply wasn't Lisbon business and if it wasn't Lisbon business then Marina wasn't digging too deep so if Tinsley came off a little triggered by the 'lie' accusation then it flew right over the model's head, "Mmm yeah then I guess this is her? So that something is something you're actively wanting right now? Marina asked, keeping her casual tone, but just to cover her bases she continued on without missing a beat, "I love Diego and I have literally never loved a man, but if he asked tomorrow? I don't know what my answer would be. Then again, he knows I'm not terribly interested in that so I doubt he'll ask. You have to try it on by the way, we need the full effect then we move on to shoes."

Was that something she was actively after? Tinsley bit down on her lower lip at the thought. She knew she'd always wanted to marry Stefan. She'd wanted that since she was fourteen years old. She could easily remember recanting how badly she wanted him to Bunny and her fellow Heathers. And now that she did, nothing had changed. She still loved him, she'd just unfortunately sub-came to some desires that she'd tried her hardest to surpress. But she'd managed to close pandoras box as best as she could. And the perfect way to keep that box forever sealed was to finally become Mrs. McKibbon. "Yeah, it is actually." She admitted to Marina with a nod of her head. "It is." The blonde nodded, as she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to live her life with Stefan. While indulging into her desires with Holden had been fun, in no way did she see a future with him. "Why do you feel that way? If you love him, why don't you know what your answer would be?" She asked Marina, curious as she grabbed a hold of the dress and led the way towards the dressing rooms.

"There are better things to waste lies on than this, Tinsley." Marina said in the same cool and matter of fact tone she said most things in. She wasn't offended that Tinsley's mind was elsewhere, she was just observant and unafraid to voice what she was thinking if she were so inclined. She nodded, thankful that she wasn't in one of her 'spread too thin' moments herself. It's good though, that he gets it. I think it's important when it comes to dynamics all those ebbs and flows. Some guys wouldn't be able to get over themselves. Marina didn't know all of the ins and outs of what brought Diego and Stefan together in the first place, but she gathered Stefan was down for a time and now he was on the upswing and it didn't sound like he'd given Tinsley any static when he wasn't on top the way he was now. Hell ever since she'd met the guy he'd been disgustingly in love with Tinsley. The look Tinsley selected was stunning. Marina went over to feel the garment and looked over the stitching, admiring the craftsmanship with her critical eye. She smiled as she came to the conclusion that yeah, that could work, "I love this. My only question is do we want to go with white?" Marina didn't know if that was a plus considering Tinsley would be getting engaged or if white should be reserved only for the wedding day but decided it wasn't a deal breaker. "With the right shoes…this excites me."

Tinsley bit down on her lower lip as Marina spoke on her lying, immediately shaking her head. Now that was a word that triggered a lot in her now a days. Just the mere thought brought back memories of doing not so great things with a certain pain in her ass. And the worst part being that she hadn't exactly hated it. But that was in her past, not so distant past, but past regardless. She knew that Holden and she would never be more than a lay... or a few, so she had to put her life back in order. Her perfect life, the life that she'd worked so hard to get with the man that she'd loved for her entire life. "Not a lie." She instantly told her. "Why would I have to lie to you?" The blonde told her, a small smirk working at her lips. "I do too." Tinsley said, looking over the dress with such love. "Well, I'm not exactly a messy easter, so that shouldn't be a concern." She told Marina. She liked to think white could represent a clean slate, or at least cleanish. Sure, she was synonymous with the color red. And my god, she loved it. But she wanted to enter a new era. One that didn't involve hookups with her mortal enemy or reminders of her childhood escapades with those ungrateful girls she called her friends back in the day. No, she was ready for her new chapter. "I do. Plus perhaps seeing me in white will insight something in Stefan..." She let Marina know with a raise of her eyebrow. "Well that's where the pop of color is definitely gonna have to come through."

"I never claimed to be the world's greatest conversationalist but when I speak people typically listen." Marina wondered if Tinsley suspected but figured that if she as long as it wasn't because of anything she did then she could live with that. Personally, marrying Stefan seemed like something built for a special kind of person, and even then it would likely only be for the money, but weirdly, she could low key see the whole real love between him and her current shopping companion. "What's going on in there, what's with that look?" Marina motioned with her index finger swirling to Tinsley's face. "And that's bullshit, Diego said Stefan told him holiday dinners with your family is like the Met Gala only more formal. Which he weirdly said as if that is appealing. apparently" She didn't answer Tinsley right away, instead picking up a frothy, tiered party dress and holding it to Tinsley's frame, her eyes darting all over her; partly considering and partly stalling, "I think the dress code is to out-do everyone else in the room. I don't have a whole lot of details either. I thought my man was the only one whose usually short on those. What do you think about this?"

"I was listening." Tinsley said, her lips twisting soon after as... yeah, she might have been lying. "Okay, so I missed a bit there, but I was and am listening." She told Marina with a nod of her head. Today was about enjoying herself, and she intended to do just that. "What look?" She asked, clearly playing dumb. "I've just spread myself thin, lately. I've got a lot to juggle and Cannes is literally next week which means having to wrangle a ton of our talents and that doesn't really leave me with much time with Stefan so I kind of want to make the most of it." She confided in Marina. Whilst she'd loved how successful both her boyfriend and she were in their respective fields, they sort of become married to their jobs as of late. So she was excited for this dinner. "Well, he's about right on that front. We, Chadwells sure know how to put together a dinner party." Tinsley looked over the dress that Marina recommended, not exactly hating it. If the dress code was to out-do everyone, that'd surely do it. But she wanted to go into this dinner wanting to be irresistible. She wanted Stefan to take one look at her and want to have his way with her then and there. "I love that, but I'm kind of thinking something shorter. Something more a la..." Tinsley looked over the racks, her ruby red manicured index finger tapping at her lips until she found it. "this. Chanel '93. Can't go wrong with this."

"I can't say I'm terribly impressed with the collection thus far, but I'm holding out hope, all is not lost yet." How Marina got herself roped into assisting with Stefan's little proposal scheme, she'd never know. Well…that wasn't true, she knew. Marina wouldn't quite say that Tinsley was her friend, she didn't think she'd be sharing any secrets with the woman anytime soon, but she wasn't a stranger and a little more than a casual acquaintance considering their partners' close friendship. Still, it made sense enough that it wouldn't throw up too many red flags if Marina asked her to go shopping. They both had a fashion eye that couldn't be denied with it being Marina's industry and Tinsley was just a rich girl who could dress her ass off. "Thanks for agreeing to do this by the way, I've been itching for a good shopping trip and my sisters don't have the stamina for how I like to shop. Even Nova is over it after two hours." Marina's task was to make sure Tinsley wore something showstopping and fabulous and frankly Chanel was timeless - so (hopefully) 30 years from now Tinsley could look at photos from the day she got engaged and not have to say 'God, what was I thinking?'. It wasn't labor, but Marina seldom got in others affairs outside of her Lisbon ecosystem so this was her good deed for the year…and if Stefan bribed her with his black card to also pick up something for herself as a thank you for her small part in making their upcoming proposal perfect, then what of it?

"Huh?" Tinsley found herself snapped back out of her thoughts, a smile finding itself back onto her features. "I'm sorry, my attention is being tugged in a million and one directions as of late." She said with a soft sigh. Well, between being quite a major player in her workplace and her relationship with Stefan ( which she couldn't help but feel like was heading towards a major moment... and that came with it's own web to untangle )— her life was a bit of a juggling act. "No, thank you." Tinsley scoffed. "It's not every day I get to talk fashion with someone who actually knows their shit." The blonde let Marina know, having enjoyed the girl's company. And that was high praise, given that Tinsley didn't really care for many people's company. Her circle having been as closed knit as it could possibly be. "So what exactly is the dress code for this event? Stefan couldn't really give me too many details, I caught him as he was off this morning. All I know that we're sat with Diego and you, and that's something you'll never catch me complaining about." Tinsley let Marina know, as she enjoyed the other woman's cutting commentary on the stuffiness of some of the events they were forced to attend given their positions on Rosewood's social ladder.

A no questions asked text from her sister had Adeline rushing to meet her in the bathroom, head full with all kinds of questions she allegedly couldn't ask. It could've easily been some mundane, embarrassing thing, like Tinsley came down with food poisoning and locked herself in the bathroom, or she'd had a bad reaction to her last chemical peel. What she found was much more scandalous though, eyes widening when she caught the second pair of feet under the stall, in shoes that definitely weren't her boyfriend's. For discretion's sake she didn't call out her name but quietly knocked on the door, mouthing an 'oh my god' to herself at the movement she heard on the other side. No judgement of course- she welcomed the excitement, ready to pry every last sworn to sister secrecy detail from her later. "It's me, hi," she confirmed, fingers running along the edge of the door while she tried to find some way to unlock it. "It's jammed from the outside... give me a second." Eventually she seemed to get it and though she just as easily could've given Tinsley and her mystery man their privacy she let the door swing open, too nosy to not see this all the way through. "Ta-da." @h-deaton

To be acting the way they were in such a public space was to invite interruptions but Holden still groaned under his breath at the inconvenience. Despite having been so determined to gain their freedom he wondered why he was made to suffer the loss of bringing Tinsley undone one more time– to her sister of all people. "Oops," he smirked at Tinsley, sucking his fingers clean just to be a pain in the ass and etch it into her mind. A gift, he'd call it, for when she was alone later. "Well aren't you timely," he spoke with as much innocence as he possessed, which wasn't much, as the door swung open and revealed the younger Chadwell. "Thirty more seconds and this could have been so much more awkward..." @queen-tinsley

Tinsley found herself flicking the tip of Holden's nose as he groaned, nothing her sister ever did warranting that reaction. But there was something about his disappointment in their hook up being cut short that boosted her ego. He wanted her, craved her even. "Uh huh." Tinsley nodded, rolling her eyes as she knew that he wasn't apologetic. No, he wanted to leave her at his whim and damn it if it hadn't worked as she could have used another five minutes alone with him. But she knew that she'd just have to give him a call later and he'd find himself doing whatever she wanted.

"I'm all about working smarter, not harder," Holden told her as he continued to wiggle at the lock. Generally speaking if he were trying to get into somewhere he shouldn't he'd rather find an unlocked window than fiddle with a locked door. That being said, he didn't tend to find himself in situations with Tinsley Chadwell so he supposed the stakes were getting higher by the day– which was quite the turn on, he wasn't going to lie. "You shouldn't admit that out loud." He was almost there with the door he was sure of it, but Tinsley had captured his attention again and had him abandoning his task in favour of pulling her close again. Some would say they were unnatural but that was the best part. He'd called her an ouroboros before, but the truth was that she wasn't alone, they were doubled serpents, a sign of all-consuming, infinite volatility. "Then we'll have to be quick," he warned against her lips, his hand already snaking under her dress.

In any other instance, Tinsley wouldn't have uttered the words. She wouldn't have ever let him know the effect that he'd had on her, this being a secret she would have surely taken to the grave. But this was an interesting situation they'd found themselves in. One in which they both didn't want this desire of theirs to be public knowledge. So they found themselves, working together to maintain this secret. And it wasn't like he didn't enjoy hearing that she was hooked, his reaction letting her know he in fact reveled in the knowledge. Her lips soon found his, kissing him hungrily. Their current predicament an afterthought, would it be so bad if they were missing for a bit longer? "Then you better get to work, Deaton." She let him know, breathlessly before kissing him once more. Tinsley, soon found herself lost in the pleasure of his touch. How he knew exactly where to touch and kiss her to evoke a reaction, she didn't quite understand but Holden had her near when a knock at the door broke her out of the moment. "Just one minute," Tinsley said, biting down on her lower lip as she pulled away from Holden. Her hazel eyes meeting his icy blue ones, wishing this moment wasn't being cut short. "Ade." She finished her sentence, the person she'd texted being her sister. ( @adeline-chadwell )

Likewise, Holden knew he only had a finite amount of time before his father started to look for him so they had to get moving. As much as he lived for the chaos he also liked for things to go to his plan and he wasn't ready for this thing to be done with Tinsley– partly because he was enjoying himself, partly because he was still trying to figure out how to avoid having Stef rock his jaw clean off the second he found out. "Left it in my other black pants," he drawled, taking the card and barely glancing at it. His idea of a good time was loitering outside a 7-11 in the middle of the night with a slushie and a brain freeze, her exclusive club held no weight in his universe. "I can feel something..." he glanced back over his shoulder at her, eyebrow arching when he saw her with her phone in hand. "I'd love to know who you have in there that you think could keep a secret. Must be hard for you, not being able to brag about getting off for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day."

"Of course, you did." Tinsley said, as she continued to scroll down her contacts. Aiden Newbury, no. As sweet as Rosewood's JFK might have been, she knew how those with political afflictions moved. He caught her in a compromising position, he could use that as leverage. "You know, given your reputation, I'd assume that door would have been opened by now. Quite frankly, I'm a bit disappointed." She let him know, the smirk on her features letting him know she was egging him on with purpose. Either he'd get annoyed enough that he'd get the job done faster or he'd forget it all and they'd enjoy themselves another session. Neither which she'd complain about. "It is looking pretty dire on this end." She confirmed for him as she continued to go down her list. "Not as hard as it must be for you." She told him. "You've finally done it. You've got me wrapped around your proverbial finger and yet..." Tinsley raised an eyebrow as he'd yet to use that for his gain... which led her to believe it was because he was enjoying himself. And, how could he not? Her eyes came across a name, an all too familiar name and of course she could call on this person. Duh. The blonde quickly texted her contact with the information of where to find Holden and herself, luckily receiving a reply pretty quickly. "We should be out of here, shortly." She let him know, before blowing him a kiss.

For all his intent to be a thorn in Tinsley's side, and to also sate whatever ungodly desire he held for her, Holden didn't like the idea of being trapped against his will. Suddenly the bathroom had become that much smaller, a prison instead of a hideaway. The problem was that he was supposed to be the one who got her into trouble not out of it, the opposite of a knight in shining armour. All things considered if she'd been with Stefan he probably could have shouldered the door open with brute force. Holden, however, did not have muscle mass on his side so he had to get creative. "I mean, I'm sure we could keep ourselves occupied," he hooked a finger under her chin and eyed her in a way that couldn't be described as anything less than hungrily. "But also I'd really like to get the fuck out of here so... Purse? I don't have my wallet. Might as well see if the card trick works."

"That we certainly can." Tinsley agreed, as they'd certainly found themselves occupied for the last hour. And what a time it'd been. But surely by now, someone had to be looking for her. Tonight's charity gala was a who's who of Rosewood's one percenters— a tax bracket they'd both occupied. She having arrived with several members of her family, he with his ever so elusive father. She lightly swatted his hand from under her chin, before reaching over for her clutch. "How don't you have your wallet?" She asked him, rolling her eyes as she handed over a card. "Be careful with that. It's my SOHO HOUSE membership card." Tinsley let him know, as being a card holding member of the exclusive club was something she held great pride in. Especially when it was the dead of summer and the rooftop pool was the place to be. Tinsley looked down at the contents of her clutch, reaching for her phone. Perhaps their salvation wouldn't have to rely on her SOHO HOUSE card, maybe she could call in a favor from someone who wouldn't ask too many questions as to why Holden and she were locked away in a bathroom together. "How's it looking over there?" She asked Holden, as she scrolled down her contacts.

"Try turning the handle," Holden drawled sarcastically, more focused on zipping his pants up. It was hard to tell if their now regular meetings were thawing their opinions of each other but it wasn't like he ever hung around long enough to find out. They fulfilled something for each other that was to remain unspoken, none of it was about feelings. When he realised Tinsley wasn't joking, that the door was indeed stuck, he sighed and pressed himself into her back. "Of all the places for you to want to trap me you couldn't pick somewhere more convenient?" he breathed against her ear just to be annoying, then reached around her to test the door himself. Nothing happened, of course, which was rather bothersome. "You really want me to start beating against the door like a caveman? Never know who might be on the other side."

If look could kill, Holden would have surely been six feet under at that moment. "Oh, why didn't I think of that?" Tinsley asked him, the sarcasm just oozing off of the statement as she turned back towards the door handle and did as he'd suggested just to get the same result as before. She'd continued messing with the handle, until she felt his presence behind her. And damn it if didn't make her heart start to race to have him so close. "I promise you, this surely wouldn't have been my first pick." She playfully rolled her eyes, leaning back into him with a devious smirk on her features. But when even he couldn't get the door open, Tinsley forced herself out of the fog of lust that overtook her when he was in his presence. No, they needed to get out of this room. "Okay, you raise a valid point but what are we suppose to do now? Just sit here?' She asked him, as she turned in his arms so they could find themselves face to face.

He wished he could say he didn't know what she was talking about, but he'd watched the show with Violet once upon a time so yeah, he'd had his suspicions. "Mm, you remain predictable," he said. The events of the last time they'd met didn't change the status of their rivalry so he had no intention of sugar coating his words. Besides, if she was looking for safe and nice she'd have been standing there in Stefan's arms, not his. "It's cute, isn't it? All these people with their masks on and they're still too scared to step out of line." He had his hands set on her hips, holding her close while his eyes held hers with unmistakeable greed. He didn't have anything to lose, not in the way Tinsley did, so he wasn't concerned with how well they were concealed on the edge of the shadows. "Maybe they still need your guidance after all."

"That's quite comical coming from you," Tinsely said, her eyebrow raising as she looked him over. "how hard was it for you to come across this ensemble? Because it's such a leap from your usual uniform." She said with a scoff, as who was he to label her as predictable when what he had on was no different from anything he had on any other day. "Do my ears deceive me or is Holden Deaton asking me, Tinsley Chadwell to take back the reigns around these parts?" The blonde asked, deviously as she took a step closer to him. Her hands found themselves on his chest, her fingers drumming as they made their way down his body. She leaned in closer, her lips finding themselves near his ear. "Who knew you're be so easy to bring on over to the dark side." Tinsley whispered before taking his earlobe between her teeth. She knew she was certainly playing with fire, knowing that the moment that their moment of embrace were noticed— they'd have to explain themselves to the masses. But she enjoyed the risk, in fact she loved it.

"I could pick you out of a room with my eyes closed," Holden murmured into Tinsley's ear, having melted out of the darkness to press himself into her back. She was one of those people who had a signature everything– colour, scent, brands, hell even the exact shade of blonde of her hair had to be trademarked by that point. The room was crowded but they were at the edge of it, though he knew a Chadwell could never guarantee that they weren't being watched. Which only made it more fun when he traced his fingertips up her thigh. "What exactly are you supposed to be?" @queen-tinsley

Tinsley found herself at that night's function as the eldest sister of the Chadwell trio. The twins had wanted to attend the Addams function and who was she to say no them? Both Adeline and Keaton were more than allowed to have their unaltered fun so once they disappeared into the masses, Tinsley found herself at the edge of the dance floor. Whilst she thrived during the days of monarchies in the social scene, it appeared that no longer appeared to be the standard. She spotted young queen bees entertaining point dexters and vice versa. As she stared out onto the dance floor, the beats of Tomcraft's Loneliness blaring through the speakers— an all too familiar voice spoke into her ear. The sound of his voice only bringing a smile to her lips. "Is that so?" Tinsley replied, knowing very well it was Holden behind her. She pushed back against him, biting down on her lower lip as his fingers ran against the skin of her thighs. "I'm Madison Montgomery. American Horror Story, I'm shocked you didn't already know that." She let Holden know as she turned to come face to face with him.

"You really know me," he cocked his head and sighed, which would have seemed sweet if not for the eternal taunting edge in his eyes. It was something he'd been warned about ever since he was a child, that he stared too much, that he made people uncomfortable. Not that he cared, but it was one of those things that stuck with a person. He'd long since given up wondering if he'd have grown up differently if his mom hadn't walked into that building rigged with explosives, if he'd have been 'normal'. Then again, his father would have still been awful either way so perhaps some things were destined no matter what.

Holden's lips crashed onto hers, but she couldn't say she was surprised. It'd felt like for so long, they'd fought it. To cross this line meant that nothing would ever be the same again. To do this, it confirmed a truth that she knew the two of them had so vehemently tried to deny for quite sometime now. For her to be attracted to Holden, for her to enjoy his company— what did that say about her? It certainly meant that she was a hypocrite, for one. And she could only imagine the scandal that'll come if this were ever to come into the light.