#deviledintuition

            “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD JASON, if you do not stop right now i am calling the goddamn lawyer and ask for divorce papers.” the blonde growls, practically running after her husband. her cheeks flushed from anger, hair messy from fingers running through it constantly, her silky robe hanging on her sides loosely as she does her best to get the male’s attention. “i am not kidding, don’t you dare to step out of that door or--” she has to step back a little as he finally turns around, spitting something about how she will have nothing at all if she attempts to divorce from her, thanks to the marriage contract, not to mention would be incapable of being on her own. rose stares back at her husband, forcing herself not to throw the antic vase at his direction as he leaves the house, leaving the flustered blonde in the doorway. she watched him drive away in his luxury car, hissing softly, before her glance wanders over at the new gardener, forcing a polite little smile on her face. “morning, love. fancy a  drink?”

here :))))

A strip club in California wasn’t on Drew’s ten year plan. Yes, he has one, written on a scrap piece of paper folded up in his footlocker still back home in Vermont. He hasn’t been home in years, he hasn’t know what a home is in so long. Calabasas is on his ‘tolerate’ list, as the years pass it gets shorter and shorter as he finds more things he hates about the world. Watching women dance for sweaty fifty dollar bills? next to leave the tolerate list; Drew doesn't hate strippers, nor does he knock the trade. It’s just not a good night to be Drew Darby, that’s all. Glass half empty (that’s just how he sees it now,) he sighs without even trying to be subtle and starts planning for his exit, he’s left a decent amount of money up on the stage -- enough for someone to order steak and leave a tip what else do they want him to do? Catcalling has always made him feel weird so that’s out of the question, maybe a piss and fresh booze might clear of the the permanent fog that’s made itself comfy in his head, if only for another thirty minutes. So that’s the game plan; Drew’s priorities have changed as he’s gotten older so obviously he heads to the bar first, bladder borderline over capacity he stumbles around looking for the men’s room. “Gotta piss,” he murmurs to himself as he walks up to a woman, “miss? gotta piss,” he slurs, “restroom.” He taps on her shoulder.

ocean found himself nodding at his boyfriend’s words, though he was staring off into space. he was just too involved in his own thoughts to really pay attention, and it wasn’t until marc was shoving at his shoulder that he even noticed he was out of it. “ huh ?? yes, i’m listening. your work, it sucks, i know. “ and he really just guessed that’s what he was talking about, because that’s what he always talks about. he always found something to complain about. he drew in a deep sigh, his thoughts going back to the one person they shouldn’t ;; zaki. he looked over to the other side to the room for a second, before furrowing his eyebrows and looking over again. either he was going crazy and thinking about him way to much or -- nope, there he was !! in the flesh. he smiled small, until he saw someone walking beside him, getting a little too close for ocean’s comfort. he frowned to himself, quickly looking away, marc’s story suddenly becoming much more interesting as ocean kept his head down, trying not to get noticed.

          THIS WASN’T EXACTLY HOW MERRIE had wanted to end the night. being stuck at a party was one of her worst nightmares when it came to if she had a choice. these parties always sucked anyways, since people seemed either too hyped from the concert - or the opposite, too drained.  she was riding happily somewhere in the middle, wandering around the place while trying to see if that cute boy from earlier at the concert had showed up. and, by some miraculous miracle, he had !! ❛ so, are you a fan ?? or did you get dragged here by a friend -- maybe a girlfriend ?? ❜

                                    “ya really no’ gonna give up, are ya’ ?”