#maureenkeaton

“ I’ll give your shoes back when you sit down to have coffee with me--- and don’t make me beg, if you think I’m above it, I’m not...  I have no pride since I asked Eve to be my prom date and dumped her ice cream on me...     God, middle schoolers are sadistic little twats. ”     It’s hard to tell with James what’s truth and what’s jest,   but considering his connotation and relationship history,    this seems more likely to fall on the ‘unfortunately truth as can be’ category .  

Juan Carlos had seen her face before. Never had he really conversed with her, simply because the regulars preferred to deal with his mother. She always seemed to have a way about her. He’s taking another bottle of aguardiente to the table when, turning around, he realizes the blonde is waiting to be cashed out. ❛ hello, did you find everything to your liking? Would you like dessert or anything else? ❜ 

Today was a good day. Each customer that had walked through the door left with a small smile on their face. While cleaning the countertop, she hears the chime of the doorbell as she sees the blonde ❛ my favorite person. ❜ she says genuinly as she walks towards the femme and wraps her arms around her frame. Pulling away slightly, he gives her a small smiile. ❛ so i’m about to close here. How about we go out and have dinner on me. Sounds good ? ❜

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Devon was slipping back into the world of alcohol and drugs since they accompanied her career so fruitfully. Anything she’d do, there’d be some sort of upper offered. Everything became blurred as she worked through the days with a bump or two to help. But, after two decades of owning the runway and cameras; they were growing tiresome. She tried her best to keep up with her ambitious appearance, since a much younger crowd was flocking to her profession. There was no way in hell this queen was giving up her damn throne. She sat in the Pink Flamingo, tuned out of the conversation in front of her as she sipped her tequila. She had to put her best face forward considering it was a busy time in the modeling industry. So many were being recruited to her agency and being a veteran only meant Devon had to greet them with open arms. That was... until their newest recruit spilled her stupid drink on Devon’s favorite Chanel heels. A grimace plastered on her face as she excused herself from the bar, rushing into the bathroom trying not to rip everything in her way. 

She let out a heavy sigh, staring into the mirror before her when the familiar figure showed up in the corner of her eyes. Devon turned around, shaking her head. Control yourself, she scorned her emotions. 

“Maureen!” she greeted her, relieved to know it wasn’t another stranger. “Thank god, it’s you.”

As far as grand schemes went, the governor's latest was going swimmingly. The pieces were falling into place thus far – or, more accurately, the pieces they’d scrupulously played – but their work was far from over. The hours following Aaron Keaton’s televised resignation were chaotic, and that would be putting it gently. The afternoon had been spent in a swarm of reporters and journalists. For the entire week before, Dave had dedicated his attention entirely to writing and editing a series of prepared responses for the governor to give; then, naturally, his own responses to coincide with Julian’s. 

Questions, thoughts, and demands were still rolling through his inbox at an unprecedented speed. He finally took a moment to pause, resting his head in his hands and exhaling a deep sigh. The lack of sleep and food was beginning to catch up with him. A knock on the door caused his head to lift; he could already see a portion of blonde hair through the pane. 

David stood and brushed a hand over his hair, crossing over to the door. He forced a smile to his face before he even opened it. “Maureen – thanks for coming out here.” His tone was warm, giving no hint of the exhaustion that was a bit more apparent on his features. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether he should go about the ‘last time I saw you, you were this big’ speech. With as long as Aaron had held his position, Dave had grown quite accustomed to seeing the girl around both personal and professional events. Her absence at the resignation speech hadn’t gone unnoticed, and it brought a sinking feeling to the pit of his stomach. 

“Want anything to drink? Coffee, tea – gin? I’d still like to believe you’re not old enough, of course, but I know how they can drink at the Times.” Between all the meticulous planning and trying to predict how the city as a whole would react, it was easy to forget that there were individuals involved. This wasn’t a victimless crime. Speaking to the throngs of reporters yesterday hadn’t intimidated him in the slightest, but standing in front of Maureen brought a tug of an unpleasant, unfamiliar feeling: guilt. He gestured for her to sit on the couch, seating himself on the one across from her. David looked at her, pushing aside his brewing feelings of guilt to portray empathy as best he could. “How you holdin' up, kid?”