#hillzstart

it was safe to say felicity was on the biggest downward spiral of a bender with no way to pump the breaks. it was when she was alone with her thoughts that things got worse, so she surrounded herself with shallow, surface level friends in seedy places where she could get lost in the crowd and forget who she was, even just for a night. she felt a pair of strong hands against her waist as she felt someone dancing up against her, allowing whoever it was to take control of the situation as she felt whatever it was she had taken moments before course through her veins. she's only snapped out of it when someone grabbed her and yanked her away from the man, pout forming on her lips as she looked over at them. "seriously? buzzkill much? i was just dancing, you're acting like i was sucking him off in front of everyone."

airpods  tucked  perfectly  to  block  out  any  noise  surrounding  him  ,  focused  soley  on  j  .  cole's  cadence  and  whatever  instagram  model  that  appeared  on  his  phone  screen  for  long  enough  to  be  awarded  a  double  tap  .  sat  outside  a  local  coffee  shop  ,  his  usual  routine  on  game  days  .  when  he  feels  a  tap  on  his  shoulder  ,  the  quietest  groan  rolls  off  his  lips  .  "  what's  up  ?  "  husky  -  jersey  accent  filling  the  air  before  he  so  much  as  even  looks  up  to  see  whose  disturbing  his  peace  .    

"go ahead, make fun of the disney kid. but tell me the last time you had actual fun on a job- because those movies were a blast," avett retorted with a good natured laugh, already knowing that making the move from disney to network television was going to be culture shock for her. she was resilient though, and she was excited at the prospect of doing more serious projects, so avett would take all the comments in stride. "i won't miss the insanely long dance rehearsals though," --- open to anyone

𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 , 𝐒𝐎 . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 hiding at a networking party for hollywood's most well-known that could seriously boost her career is a bad move . and yet , nasrin can't bring herself to care , because within the first twenty minutes of the party she's already picked up on the vibe . tightly pressed smiles , forced compliments , and the same five questions being cycled again and again . it exhausts her , and at this point of her life , nasrin doesn't have the time nor the energy to spend anywhere she's not comfortable . so , with a drink in her hand , she sneaks off to the basement of the party's house , a light buzz kicking in from the couple drinks she's downed earlier . she's expecting a quiet corner to hide away in , but lets out a gasp in shock when she realizes someone's already beat her to it . " oh - umm ... my bad , i didn't know you were here , i'll just - " she's about to leave before something stops her , turning on her heels once more to face them . " actually . . . can i take a seat ? something's telling me you'd make better company than any of those people upstairs. "

“It’s  so  good  to  see  you!”  She  crooned  as  she  hopped  down  from  the  barstool  and  was  in  front  of  them  in  a  moment.  “Do  you  want  a  shot?  I  think  we  should  do  shots!”  It  was  an  obvious  deflection,  her  being  there  in  the  first  place,  as  she  tried  to  forget  the  mess  of  a  day  she  had  at  the  rink.  The  fuzziness  in  her  brain  seemed  to  take  over  and  all  mistakes  were  lost  to  her.  For  the  time  being,  anyway.  

phone in one hand, ever beeping and fruit picking in the other it was obvious mackenzie was busy. but the mother wanted to make sure she knew just what her boys were eating and as she filed through cases in between filming it was nice to feel normal. at least for a second, till she felt the eyes lingering on her and the inner kennedy she usually did such a good job of concealing reared its head. "if you're about to acost me for a signature or worst advice whilst i'm picking oranges and working i might have to make you regret it."

the neon lights pulsed to the beat of the music , painting the la nightclub in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors . odessa was in her element , her laughter mingling with the energetic ambiance of the crowd . her dark eyes sparkled with mischief and charm as she swayed to the rhythm of the music , her lithe figure captivating everyone around her . as she made her way through the lively dance floor , a chance encounter brought her face to face with a familiar stranger . her hazed over hues locked on them , the electricity between them palpable . time seemed to slow as they both sensed an undeniable chemistry that hung in the air like a magnet drawing them together , or was the alcohol in her system causing her to move in slow motion ? to be frank , she didn't know or care . in that moment , odessa's playful demeanor was infused with a touch of daring curiosity . she leaned in , her voice a calling out above the music , “ come on ! come & dance with me ? ”