#othcrness

the muscian only rolled his eyes at her words. she always had a name, insult, or negative comment on the tip of her tongue to sling at him, but she was still his girl no matter if she would deny it as much. leland was just that confident in him self and the way he could so easily get under her skin he could also make her come undone. “and what is it that really makes me so infuriating? is it how i know just how to push your buttons even without meaning to or that it only makes you want to fuck me more because the sex is just so much better when you’re mad at me, hm? especially when you know my tongue is really good at spelling out apologies.” he reached out for her tugging her close against himself then his hand takes hold of her chin, raising her face to look up so he wouldn’t have to leaned down so much to press his lips against hers and silence her a moment.

Emerald took a sip of her rum and coke while she looked over at Mackie. She wasn’t sure what she was doing right now at his place. There was no one else around when she’d been told there’d be others - that was the only reason she’d agreed to come over. She really should’ve known better, but it was far too late for that. She put her glass down on the table and shrugged her shoulders. “So, guess the other guests decided to ditch, huh?” she joked. She looked around the room and then back towards him. “Two people is definitely not a party, Malcolm.” She picked her glass up again and took another sip. “I’ll stick around for now, but it better be worth my time.”

“You guys want anything to eat at all? We could order pizza.” 

Angel was cleaning off the bar before anyone started to actually show up at the brewery. His bartender who was supposed to open up called in sick, so he was taking over until the next employee showed up for the night. It usually wasn’t very busy around this time anyone - most people were at their day jobs around this time anyway. He hummed to himself when he heard the door open, ready to greet the customer when he saw the familiar face. “Oh, it’s just you,” he said jokingly, a wide grin on his face. “Kidding. What can I get you today?” 

FRANCES: ew  FRANCES: now you wanna harass me outside of class too? nice  FRANCES: how did you even get my snap? // @othcrness

“A hot ass. That’s what they talk about in their little dick-jerking meetings. Who has the firmest ass and bounciest tits. So far I’ve got ass down but Donna is a clear winner for breasts." The boom from her slamming down her files shook the office. Clearly lacking braincells, a coworker had left Ana on call during a private meeting with the other male attorneys. Blackmail wasn’t a pretty game, not with all the others well connected to the underbelly of society, but she recorded the session anyways. A sort of insurance - though holding a bit of power of their heads unknowingly didn’t lessen her fury. “I deserve to be partner soon but I’m never going to be if these dumbasses don’t stop objectifying me. Last week I was called sweetheart in front of a client. They thought I was a secretary.” Her jaw ticked. “Can’t wait till I kick their asses in court one day. I will be brutal and I will tear each one of them apart. And when they’re picking up their bludgeoned pieces off of the floor, then they have permission to talk about my ass.” 

After getting the coffee machine going, Viola began to start up breakfast, a routine she always enjoyed doing and wasn’t about to give up now despite being in a new place. It wasn’t much - just some eggs, bacon and toast. But it was enough to send Puds bounding into the kitchen with excitement and sitting at Viola’s feet to patiently wait for scraps. She looked down at Puds with a smile and she pat him on the head before going back to making breakfast, the smell of coffee and freshly cooked bacon wafting through the apartment.