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**Slightly NSFW**

 “Vee, yakno you gotta not be so predictable…I could’ve picked that your card was gonna be a Queen face card.” Kian shook his head with a fond smile pleased that his trick had gone right and that one his favorite regulars had come to visit with him. “Gotta stick with your brand though, I get it. Queen’s always gotta be a queen no matter what she’s doing!” After shuffling again, Kian casually fanned out the cards again for her to pick out another one. “How you been, V? What’s new that you’re working on? Did you see that post I sent you on IG about my suit? People really won’t stop talking about it! ….my suit was blue right?”

“I know, I know, but I had to go with what my heart felt called to,” Nessa chuckled, feeling more of a sense of normalcy hanging around Kian. There was this air about him that was always upbeat and vibrant and she always admired that about him. “See, you get it! You know the meaning of the queen of each suit, right? My dad taught me when I was little how each queen has her own personality associated with her suit,” She offered the story with a smirk. She looked over at the cards that were in front of her and opted for a different card and made eye contact with Kian, nodding with a grin to let him know that she had picked. “I’ve been...alright, for the most part. Fall Fashion Week’s coming up soon, so I’m starting to roll out the designs I’ve been working on and there’s actually a few I wanted to show you and Jae-Sang to get some insight?--” She paused for a moment remembering her instagram messages and perked up with a smile, “YES! Honestly, between you and that suit, it’s going down in history, I hope you know that. No one can duplicate the way you wore it. And yes, Kian, it’s a very light iridescent blue.” 

“Well maybe there are things you don’t know about me, Vanessa,” he answered, equally as blunt. Realizing that may have been too harsh, he decided to reel it back. “Sorry. I dunno, I just thought I needed a second opinion.”

“Please spare me the ‘not like other guys’ spiel, Blaine. It gets old real quickly,” Vanessa mused with a smile and a cute nose scrunch. “No one’s stopping you but you, as they say. It sounds like you don’t need much of a second opinion. If you’re content with where you’re at, why change that?” 

 Verity laughed, “Oh I am not thinking that far ahead. I am terrible at planning actually. I have always been more spontaneous.” She added with a small shrug. If anything, chances were she even was going to repeat the outfit from last year if she didn’t find anything else she liked. “Yeah, you are right, and I’d be dumb not to take advise from you.” She chuckled. “Um I have been alright thank you.” She smiled slightly. “What about you? And yes - Far too long! Are you free after this? Maybe we can get a drink? Or some food?”

“Okay, yes! I mean when you did your spontaneity thing, you stole the show last year, so I’m excited to see what you’ll conjure up this year,” Nessa grinned excitedly. If there was one holiday she loved showing up and showing off for, it was Halloween. “Well, it all just depends on what you have an eye for because everyone’s got different tastes,” She offered with a smile. “Yeah? Everything’s been good between work and life?” She followed up with, genuinely curious to hear about her friend’s life. “As they say, there’s never a dull moment here, but yes! We should definitely catch up, I’m free, surprisingly! Hmmm, why not get both?” 

Vanessa was right: he could do literally anything he wanted. But he was so burnt out he didn’t know what to do anymore. Most nights after work, he got home, got into pajamas, and laid in bed either listening to music or an audiobook. He was getting bored of his day-to-day routine, but this was the life he signed up with going into corporate law. “I guess I haven’t had the energy to cause any mayhem lately,” he responded, shrugging.  

“You don’t strike me as the type to cause any type of mayhem,” Nessa responded rather bluntly. “Either way, the world’s your oyster. Rather than asking someone like me for advice on what to do, why not just do the damn thing. If you ask, that means you were already thinking about it.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry for being weird, but I have to ask. Are you a model or something? I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen your face somewhere before, in more than just a ‘passing by on the street because you live in the same town’ kind of way.” It was going to bother her if she didn’t figure this out. “I don’t even remember where I got the first one, so I don’t know if I can find a replica.”

“I’ve heard weirder,” Nessa brushed it off, waving her hand with a laugh. “Fashion designer, model, mogul, socialite, Santa Monica’s Queen V, Britain’s pretty princess, and Brazil’s menina de ouro. You’re not hallucinating, my face, is everywhere,” She grinned, scrunching up her nose as cutely as she did as she just openly laid out and bragged about her accomplishments. She had to be proud of herself after all. “Really? Oh god, you have to find a replica if it meant something major to you.” 

    “I mean…sometimes not all the time, but I tend to get distracted easily–when I’m not at work that is.” 

“I had a feeling that was the case. Mostly because of your choice in jewelry. You tend to go for the first thing that catches your eye and not something that lingers. It’s still a smart choice though. Most people have very quick attention spans.” 

“Fuck. Something tells me you know what you’re talking about.” Something about this woman seemed familiar, but Taylor couldn’t put her finger on it. Had she seen her somewhere? On a magazine, maybe? Was she a model? “Ooh, a dragon would be cool. I had a necklace that looked like a dragon claw clutching a dark purple bead, but I lost it during moving a few years ago. My thoughts exactly.” 

“I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t know what I was talking about, now would I?” Nessa smirked a very knowing little smirk, it was as if she was dangling the idea of where she came from as obviously as she could. “Dragons are my favorite mythological creatures, I always make sure to incorporate them somewhere,” She added with a grin. “Ooh, that sounds so cute, but so unfortunate to have lost it. Is there a way to get another one by chance?” 

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“I justify my impulses by the fact I’m going to be dead one day and none of it truly matters in the grant scheme of things, it’s that ‘treat yo self’ nihilism.”

Vanessa blinked at the redhead for a moment. “What the absolute seven hells does that mean, Scarlett?” 

Blaine had two more weeks before his internship ended, giving him a one-week gap before classes started back up. He already had his assignments for the semester, so he fully planned on getting them finished before that week. However, he didn’t know what to do with his week of freedom, so he figured he’d get a second opinion. “So if you had one week off between your internship ending and your classes beginning, what would you do? Where would you go?”

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Vanessa set her down her mimosa and smiled. “Oh darling, that’s such a simple question with a simple answer. Travel. Party. Read a few books. Cause a bit of mayhem around town, the world’s practically your oyster with 7 days. You can do a lot if you put your mind towards it.”