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“Well, if we’re being frank,” Laurent spoke into his bluetooth as he pushed open the pristine glass doors that led into Gusto Del Paradiso, glancing around as the intoxicating aroma of freshly ground coffee and espresso wafted to his nostrils. “Thriller is a far superior song. Billie Jean is catchy, but it’s just missing something.” He paused, motioning with his hand at someone nearby, a smile broadening across his face.

“Excuse me, help settle a debate! You’re stuck in a room and can only listen to Thriller or Billie Jean for the next 24 hours. Pick your poison.”

whoever had thrown the first hit didn’t matter. at least in philip mullen’s book. whether you started the fight or egged it on, you always finished it. of course his competitive nature always pushed him to be the winner. and tonight was no exception. delivering one last hit, the poor man crashed to the floor unconscious. cheers echoed throughout the bar as philip made his way towards the bar, ordering another shot.

                  ❝ anyone else up for a go?! ❞ he jested.

with one final puff, she threw the cigarette down and walked around the corner. the bitter taste of whiskey was too tempting in that moment. however she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she barely had enough time to register someone approaching.

           ❝ might want to watch where you’re going… ❞

Gabriel sat at a local bookshop nestled in the Upper East Side, a warm coffee sat on a small glass saucer next to him, curls of steam rising above the beverage as he allowed his drink to cool. He sat with one leg tucked over the other, leafing through A Gentleman in Moscow when he felt a shadow cross over him.

“You know,” he began softly, flipping the page and tilting his head slightly, not bothering to look up. “It is quite rude to interrupt.”

“Oh, excuse me!” Christian called out, shouldering his way past a small throng of people gathered outside the front of Sunny Maria’s Cafe and Bakery to make his way inside. It was his day off, and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, Christian was looking forward to setting up shop with his laptop, tattered notebook, and perhaps a pastry and cup of coffee in the middle of the quaint corner cafe.

“Too much to choose,” he murmured, almost to himself as he glanced at the glass display case full of glistening pastries and sweets. He tapped on the shoulder of someone beside him, gesturing to the aforementioned case. “So sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have any recommendations?”

                    SHE    TAKES   A  MOMENT    /     BREATHES.      takes in the environment that she's at currently,    all  too unfamiliar to her.   people all around talking   -   socializing,   some grim,   some pretty and there's not denying that most of them hold themselves very gracious   &   charming.  for the kind of work she does,  one would think that she would be used to people or all kinds but this, was just a tad bit out of her zone.   the few portraits hanging, the decoration and the soft music in the background;   as a whole it was a long room too, and every way capacious.

“You were at the Golighty Gala, right?” Claire questioned earnestly, rounding the person so that she was half in their way. “Can I ask you a few things?”