"You’re big deal now, babes.” as the previously scheduled as a Circle-binge-evening slowly became a gossip and snacks kind of evening, Vivian got more and more comfortable on the couch, feet resting on Julian’s lap as his were upon the center table. “Or about to be, that is.” that much she could bet her humble fortune on. There was a warm feeling on her chest everytime she thought about her friend’s upcoming project, knowing how the chance of a big hit was everything the man really needed to launch into the sky of Hollywood’s bright stars. Still, there was a bit of a melancholic smile upon her lips, reminiscing of their years as happily unknown people who’d pull a con or two on their spare time. “It’ll kind of change things for us, right? I mean...” DiCaprio and Pitt weren’t about to be seen stealing diamonds and robbing casinos, is what she means, at least not outside of their blockbusters. In the spark of an idea, Vivian sits up straight by his side. “We should do it one last time. Just... one big hit before you go out and get your star on the Walk of Fame or something.” and playfully nudges Julian’s side, “Before the hag inevitably sucks the life out of me in the name of the magazine, too. What d’you say?”   @julianscon​

“Y’know, I like the whole Lady Gaga Joanne Era you’ve got going on, with the hat and the belt--” said between sips of her thematic beverage, as she attempts not to make a huge mess out of her characteristic red lipstick. “But I still don’t fully forgive you for not coming as Frank ‘N Furter, alright. We’d have been the main event here. This is exactly the kind of thing that leads to a divorce, babes.” granted, her long-lasting friendship with Julian was the closest to a marriage Vivian had, and despite brokenhearted by a missed costume opportunity, she doubted this could be the end of it. At the end of the day, she simply couldn’t waste a chance to complain.   /    @julianscon​