#suburbtrash

élodie was constantly trying out new recipes, some were good and some were definitely the opposite. luckily for her, she had two people in her life that were willing to help her figure that out. “babe, could you bring matthieu in here? those cinnamon white chocolate muffins i was trying out are ready!” she called out, looking over at her girlfriend with a grin. this relationship hadn’t been something she saw coming. sure, she was attracted to lorraine from the moment that they met --- but the other girl had been pretty stoic. she gave props to her son being extremely cute and giving the woman a reason to keep coming by.

Well, she did want to see Angelina again, but not for a private lap dance. So, she smiled at their teasing before departing from the group. She made beeline to the back room, talking to the bouncer for a moment, requesting a private room with Angelina. "$300? Shit. This better be worth it." Taking a deep breath, she allowed herself to be escorted by a hostess to a champagne room. As a police officer she couldn't help but laugh at how she appeared right now. She seemed crazy, taking a seat on a plush chair in front of a table with expensive champagne and a dimmed light across the square room. Phoebe didn't hesitate to pour herself another drink. She would need it if this whole introduction would go south.

“Pick your poison and I’ll just make you a drink.” Tyler said to the bar patron that was sitting in front of her, seeming like she wasn’t sure what to order. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you something I like. Wouldn’t want a pretty girl to get disappointed, right?”

"Hey, ma’am Medical Examiner, have you ever had someone come back to life on your table?” The question is asked purely out of curiosity -- blame her rabid consumption of everything in the zombie genre -- as Olivia walks into the lab with a tablet in one hand and an iced tea in the other. “Also, I’ve got a task for you, but that’s really only secondary. My question’s where it’s at, Jo-Jo.”

"Look whether you believe me or not, this is a good idea, okay?" Despite her complete lack of knowledge on dragons-- most of what she knew came from Google and Dragon-wiki-- Brandy was more than infatuated with the idea of caring for these eggs. She's seen other people tame them and domesticate them, why couldn't she? "If it gets to cramp, then we can just find another place for them. But for now, this seems good, right? Just a couple of two pound eggs in crates with lights for warmth." Maybe her opposite didn't believe in the method to her madness, but Brandy meant well by these creatures. "If we put them back now... Who knows what could happen to them, you know? Someone else could snatch them up and sell them! Or worse, another dragon could come along and eat them!" She insisted as she glanced toward them, tilting her head sadly. "Will you help me now? Please?"

one thing that emilie absolutely loved about evenings at her home was getting to put her daughter to bed with the two women she loved. nova had easily grown attached to vanja and eleanor so it was no surprise when the six year old had asked for them to start being a part of ‘bed time’. currently she sat in the middle of her girlfriends with the little girl on her lap. she had one hand holding vanja’s and the other securely around nova’s waist as they listened to eleanor finish the last page of a story. “alright, monkey. time for bed. we’ll be there in just a second.” the canadian dropped her head to rest on eleanor’s shoulder, chuckling softly as the six year old ran off towards her bedroom. “you know, she’s really happy that you guys do the whole bedtime routine with her now.”