#qvinnwildc

“listen, you want my advice?” leon asked - his tongue wetting each worn lip as the resident starlet visited his barely-open club. without her admission, however, leon pressed forth and poured mrs wilde a drink (whiskey, on the house - for now). “if you want to keep the ratings up, hire something pretty and young. no one wants to see mr creep doing the weather.” @qvinnwildc​

she lit her third cigarette with the suave flick of her thumb upon the lighter, dragging the nicotine slowly into her body before releasing the plume of smoke through the parting of her mouth. vivienne did not work, but being a mother and an inner-critic had resolved to drive the woman insane - so she took her pleasure in the country club, where people started and wondered what happened to the daughter of the house of pessemier… where women and boys both looked to her as if she were something bigger than a woman made of flesh and a single beating heart. so she turned to her peer, and admired her profile - watching silently as the music around them set the tone to the exclusive club. drawing a smile upon her lips, vivienne leaned into the news reader, pushing a cup of coffee towards quinn’s awaiting fingers. with an exhale, vivienne turned. “how is your husband, darling? married life is such a bore - isn’t it?” @qvinnwildc​

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