#dylan-westwick

character — @dylan-westwick

"So, what do you think about me going for the grand prize? I'm one throw away from that big teddy being mine." He left his fate in Dylan's hands, seeing as the woman was far more rational than he'd ever imagine being. "Come on, Westwick. I don't have all night," he teased, grin wide as his gaze bounced between the game attendant and his friend.

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Though the winter sun was low in the sky, it was still a beautiful day, and Phoebe enjoyed the small trek from her home to the ranch, where she knew Dylan would be. They had met out here by chance, and though hung out in other places since, always seemed drawn to the fields, watching Dylan’s horse. Phoebe had always wanted a horse, despite the commitment to such a magnificent animal, but she was satisfied enough to watch her friend with hers.

“Happy Birthday!” She called out from the fence, spotting the fellow brunette already in the grass, smiling wide. “I got you a special birthday coffee!” 

Relaxing with a book in one hand, enjoying the not so crowded pool seemed like the epitome of summer. Not remembering the last time she had gotten to do something for herself, Ingrid wanted to enjoy every minute of it. Glancing up from the book in her hands, she noticed a familiar face wandering around, before sitting up on her chair to raise her hand and wave at the woman. “Dylan -- hey.” she called with a smile, not expecting to see anyone familiar around today. 

There were a lot of things to love about the fair when one was a kid at heart. After a night of rides and games Markus found his way to his favorite part -- the food. Something from almost every stand crowded the picnic table at which he sat, eating his way through oversized corn dogs and powdered sugar topped funnel cake. It probably looked like enough food for a group, but Markus knew he’d eat it. He was good at that. “Oh shit.” He realized how much of the table he was taking up and moved as much of his buffet over as he could. “You can sit. It’s just me. I know it doesn’t look like it, but what else is the fair for but to eat?” 

There wasn’t an open gallery within an hour of Providence Peak, in any direction, that Lena wasn’t in attendance. She lived for the thrill of creativity brought to life. Even if it wasn’t her own. It was always special. Baring witness to another creator’s genius. Their life force, on display, for all to see. And to judge, she was aware, unfortunately. A few spectators made snide remarks about the artist’s lack of a modern touch with their use of vivid color and design intricacies, but its wildness was what Lena loved. It told a story, greater than any modern, minimalist piece of crap could.  She was transfixed on one piece in particular. It called to her from the moment she stepped inside, and she spent the better part of her attendance staring at it. Her eyes never moved, even as she spoke allowed. “I bought this. What do you think?”

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Normally, the art gallery wasn’t for him, but with a new sports-related exhibit, Khalil had opted to stop by and get a personalized tour from someone who knew what they were talking about. With two coffee cups in hand, the man had been busy chatting with one of the security guards when he heard a familiar voice speaking in the distance. As kindly as he could, he said his goodbyes and followed into step with a grin by the woman he’d come to see. “Someone seems busy right now. Did I pick a bad time? At least I brought coffee,” he offered, holding over one of the cups in her direction. “Perks of investing in a coffee shop. I get free coffee. Don’t worry, it’s the good stuff. Wasn’t sure if you liked real milk, so I played it safe and went oat. I was hoping if you had time, you could show me around that new exhibit?”

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The fourth and final course was going to be the end of Verda Durmaz. Between the wine she’d had through the other courses and the food, she was starting to feel like any corner of the room would have been perfect for a quick nap. “I think I’m one glass away from calling it an early night,” she joked, though the quiet rasp in her voice noted that it wasn’t much of a joke. “I wasn’t expecting all of this when I bought the ticket. Have you met anyone here tonight?” Ver had met good people, friendly and incredibly attractive, but she wasn’t sure that she’d follow up on anything. Not when she was still in the midst of learning to love herself and all that independent stuff. “Do you think they’ll bring us the same thing? If they don’t, I’ll split mine if you’ll do the same?" 

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It was rare that Bennett got to take a moment to himself, but when he did, he made it worth it. On today’s lonesome adventure, he’d opted for swinging by a place he didn’t get to visit too often. “You know,” he started, light hues locked in on a piece that he couldn’t tell if he liked or hated. “Sometimes I don’t know how to feel about certain pieces. Alicia has been wanting to get a few new pieces for the living room to switch out what we’ve got going on now, but I don’t even know where we’d start.” He’d considered bidding on a few pieces at the Crane auction, but he’d held off. “You wouldn’t happen to know someone that knows a thing or two about art, would you?” He was joking, of course, and the hint of a smile on his mouth showed that.