#glossychat

     Veronica was tired, very tired. She also had a horrible headache and was currently feeling a ridiculous bout of homesickness, so she dropped everything and went to the beach. With just a couple of hours left until sundown and no motivation to do anything other than lazying around Veronica grabbed her car and made way to the beach, after all if she was going to laze about she was going to do it in somewhere nice,and where she wouldn’t feel lonely, so her apartment, with all its emptiness, wouldn’t do.

Running simple errands in LA typically took up one’s whole day. Though they had the whole day set aside for a variety of activities, Xavier often prioritized the most exciting and promising first; which is why they were making their way through the building lobby, on the way to meet a potential gig manager. They had never worked for this manager before, but Xavier was excited to at least consult with them, even if nothing came from it.

“The artistic scene in LA has turned so... Hipster, is what you all call it?” Irina said from behind a glass of wine while she looked at some art hung in a wall from the gallery opening she had been invited to. “Where are the real artists? The ones who poured their feelings and ideas into strokes of a brush and made them come to life with paint? Now all we get is splatters and toilets called ‘installations’.” 

“That is why I hired you, isn’t it? So why not try to actually do your job, and we won’t have to keep having this conversation, hmm?” Pulling the phone from his ear, Jett ended the call with an annoyed sigh, cutting off the squawk of his lawyer and going back to eating the small breakfast he’d been able to get himself in the corner of the cafe. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried not to think about the fights he seemed to keep having between his lawyer and the insurance company. His house should’ve been rebuilt months ago, but red tape, upon red tape, upon red tape had turned Jett into an almost permanent installment in Asher’s home. Not that he didn’t care about the guy, but he desperately missed the silence of empty house--especially on days like this.

Poppy loved being on the beach when it was cool out. There was something so peaceful and romantic about grey skies and choppy waves, it was the kind of atmosphere that Poppy felt like she fit into the scenery. She had spent the last two hours sitting on a lifeguard station writing a new song and for the first time in awhile she had felt truly and wonderfully inspired. Moving out of her apartment had proved amazingly beneficial and had given her a newfound joy she thought she had lost. 

If there was anything Fern loved more than the glimpses of power she got when telling her clients their futures, it was her aesthetic. Floral crowns, long flowing dresses, amethyst wrapped in wire hanging from her neck. Anything to perpetuate the idea that she was the real deal. Not that it mattered to her clients, she already had them wrapped around her finger, but to the outsiders. She only catered to the elite of Los Angeles, no normal people allowed.

Rafe’s workroom was his favorite place. Worn and used tools lined the walls and the smell of sawdust and solder excited him. The carpenter just felt like he was totally in the zone and unaware of everything else when he was working. The anxiety that his personal life caused wasn’t a bother anymore as he vigorously scrubbed sandpaper against a piece of wood, a pair of safety goggles adorned across his face. He was working on a DIY crib for a family friend that was expecting a child, figuring that he should lose himself in his projects before he went insane.

          Scarlet lips pursed in annoyance, foot tapping repeatedly against the hard floor. Stood in front of her was the world’s most annoying customer, currently sifting through her purse to find the small change. Lucy had lost her patience five minutes prior, back when she had gone to order her skinny coconut milk latte and the elder woman had suddenly remembered an extra item. Scoffing in the queue, Lucy turned around to the line of customers and looked at them.