#makeadeal

(starter for @makeadeal )

Cheryl was not accustomed to fancy, high-class cocktail parties.  Yet here she was, representing the company she worked for (because the VP was ill), wearing a purple dress and too-high heels, her hair up and hairsprayed within an inch of its life.

She stumbled through a few conversations with business contacts, struggling to come up with small-talk topics.  Suddenly she spied a handsome man, the most impossibly handsome man, across the crowded room.  

“Who is that?” she whispered out loud.

Eh, didn't come out how I was hoping. I see many mistakes and flaws. Oh, well. It happens. Onto the next drawing. Want to see more stuff? Let me know if you liked this.

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anonymous said: 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  (from declan and maybe andy from @makeadeal​)

@makeadeal - based on this.

After her divorce, Brielle was really oddly reserved about her personal life. One or two episodes with some patients also taught her a lesson, so she was always looking out to be sure no one knew enough about herself to be able to follow her, or even threat her.

A glass of wine in one hand, a book in the other, she was absent-minded when she crossed the door to her room. It took a second to be able to remember who the fuck that was, because it clearly wasn’t her roommate. A gasp came out of her with the shock and the glass of wine scattered when it fell to the floor.

“What the hell happened to you?!“ She had a high pitched voice when she approached and touched his face, lots of things running through her mind. She was so hammered when they met, she could o easily have handled him her address, her number - her personal issues. “Oh, my God. Let me call someone. How did you...” Get hurt? Break into my house? Words came out of her in a gunfire while she tapped around looking for her cellphone.