Dominic eagerly took her phone and glanced down at the screen, swiping through the ‘leaked’ images with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You can be in a snow suit and I’d be wanting more, Sutton,” Dom began with a low chuckle, “But these.. these are dangerous and you should probably take them away from me.” It went without saying that Dominic was attracted to Sutton, but not only in a sexual manner. He always seemed to have fun with her and she brought a level of excitement to his otherwise mundane life. 

“And why are they dangerous?” An impish smile grew on her lips. “You know, you don’t need to just look at a pictures, right?” She reached over to grab her phone, making sure that her hand brushed against his lightly. “What do your say, Dom? Are you interested in a little show?”

  Dylan looked up and looked at the other for a moment surprised and not knowing what to say. “I am speechless honestly,” he replied still looking at them for a moment. “I also have so many questions.”

“I tend to leave people speechless a lot.” Sutton said with a proud smirk on her lips. “If you have questions, then I might have answers. No reason in standing there dumbfounded.”

“It’s good to be back in New York….” he said slowly, sighing and taking a sip of his drink. He glanced over at the person beside him. “How have you been?”

“Where have you been, anyways?” Sutton asked, giving a short glance over to him before shrugging her shoulders. “I’ve been making boss bitch moves, so I’ve been good. What about you?”

Anders: Hey, I need a big favor.

Anders: I'm playing in the World Championships the 10th-26th and Mason decided she's gonna come last minute too.

Anders: Trouble is, it's in Slovakia.

Anders: And we have two dogs and a cat and a lot of plants that need to be watered.

Anders: Would you consider house sitting? It's a 4 million dollar apartment, 5 bedrooms, 6 baths with a view of the Hudson and a killer rooftop patio and pool.

Anders: Please? I'm desperate here.

“This week has been horrifically mundane and I need to forget about how boring my life has become. Come out with me? My treat.”

“I won’t promise to go anywhere until I know where I’m going. Some people in New York have shitty taste in entertainment.”

“What? No fuckin’ way you actually leaked your nudes. You’ve brave Sutton, but I’m not sure you’re that brave,” Dominic said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he got up from his seat and made his way over to where she was sitting. “Let me see.”

“I never tease, Dom. I have nothing be ashamed of.” Sutton shrugged it off with the small smile on her face growing slightly. This honestly wasn’t the first time she leaked something to the public of a similar nature. “Why would you need to see the pictures, when I’m right here?--But if you must.” She passed her phone off to him. “What do you think? Does it leave you wanting more?”

“Yeeeees!” Val put his arms up in excitement, laughing. “Leak those nudes, leak those nudes!” He chanted teasingly. “Girl, show it off. Get them interested. Keep ‘em wantin’ more, then give it to them a little bit. Maybe I’ll leak some tasteful thirst traps, to promote my new Netflix series.” Val joked, winking in the direction of the woman’s voice.

“And this is why you’re one of my faves, Val. You clearly appreciate my genius.” Sutton had a bright smile, now to replace the sneaky smirk that was once on her lips. “I feel like the best kind of advertisement is a little scandalous and dare I say, can be a little salacious at times. I’m going to encourage you to post some tasteful thirst traps. Like you said, make them want more.”

                                                “So—it’s been a while since I’ve explored New York by night,” Helena began. The last two years of her life back home were filled with many things: responsibilities, guilt, grief. None of which brought fun to mind. “I want to do it, but going alone takes half the fun out of it. Wanna tag along?”

“They’re in that cupboard over there,” Dominic said with a light laugh as he walked into his half-stocked kitchen. All he had was the bare minimum; four bowls, plates, forks and knives, absolutely no spoons and two cups. Well, mugs. He was still working on finding cups. “But are you sure you can even reach them?” he teased, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “Or do ya need a stool? to get up there?”

Sutton followed along behind him as an impish smile curled up on her lips. “I think I’ll be able to reach them just fine. But if I really need something, I just ask someone to get it for me. People say that I can be very convincing.” She leaned up towards the cupboard a little behind him, her body pressing against his slightly as she took out to glasses. “Let’s get drunk, birthday boy.”

“Honestly it’s good to be back home after filming. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed my bed and my animals, especially my donkeys.” He chuckled at the person sitting across from him at the local coffee shop. “I swear, the beds at the hotels and shit get so much worse as the years go on.. It’s starting to wear big time on my back..”

“Three months into 2019 and I’m only now thinking of changing…” He mused as fingers brushed through his fading silver hair. “What about bright pink? Think that statement is too bold to walk around with that color on my head?”

 “Trying to open a bag of chips in a discreet manner without alerting everyone in the near vicinity is hard work, let me tell you,” Molly groaned, looking down at the now empty bag by her elbow. “Am I a horrible person if I don’t want to share? Just this once?”

“You should honestly never share that greasy mess. What is it made out of anyways?” Sutton asked, picking up the empty bag as if it was a disgusting rag and then letting it fall from her hands. “I don’t even want to know. One day you really need to let me wine and fuckin’ dine you properly.”

Dom couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Sutton saunter into his apartment with a bottle of whiskey in one hand, as if she was walking into battle. It had been a long day. He’d gone to class, gotten some work done at the office and even made it to his incredibly busy Valentines day shift at the bar. And just when he thought he was going to finally be able to sit back and relax, of course Sutton demanded that he celebrate his birthday. “23 is lame, Sutton,” he said, locking the door behind her. “I don’t know. Probably catch up on some much needed sleep and shower,” Dom laughed as he made his way over to where she was proudly holding the bottle. “By the looks of it, you’re going to be the one getting trashed if you think we’re going to make it though this bottle. How many shots of this can you handle?” he laughed. “Like four?”

“Even though, I’m over here, you can still do both of those things. Especially the shower.” Sutton joked with an impish smile growing on her lips. “You act like it’s so horrible to have me over, which it’s not. At least I didn’t bring the cameras with me.” Honestly Sutton was surprised that they had let her step foot anywhere without some kind of crew following her. “How many shots? I could handle this whole fucking bottle.” That was a lie and she knew it. “But for your sake, I’ll say four.--Where are your glasses?”

Dom: nah, birthdays are lame and everyone always got valentines day plans. saves me the trouble of trying to get something together

Dom: Drinks yes, for sure. But i should have some around here

Sutton: okay, then i'll come over soon.