𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥.

“Yes Mr.Schmidt, of course. I will take care of that, and that as well.” Lilith spoke over the phone carrying different folders and coffee in one hand. While the other hand was clutching onto one too many bags. “…the what? I’m sorry! It was the weekend and I was suppose to perfor- no you’re right. I’ll be there soon.” Lilith shut the phone and screamed. She just needed to get through this weird period in time. Lilith managed to walk most of the distance in atrocious high heels. If there wasn’t a mud pile. Lilith went flying and crashed into someone nearby. The coffee and papers were thrown everywhere. “No no no no!” She cried watching the papers fly further off and coffee spilt over the ones that stayed stuck to the ground. “I’m, fuck, I’m sorry. I tried to fall out of your way, if it helps?” Lilith spoke still pressed into the grass as she looked at her victim. 

                                  walks are pleasant, people have said. you’ll find peace within the fresh air, they said. LITTLE did they forget to mention strangers stumbling their coffee onto you.  the splatter was wet, soon to be sticky. the aroma was a fresh start to a morning on any other day, but right now... it clung to her face was... aggravating.  margot felt like a shaken soda bottle bubbling up waiting to be opened with an explosion. muscles tense, her breath fell rigid through clenched teeth.    “     i don’t think when stella mccartney designed her spring line did she call for a splash of staining coffee.   ”    eyes narrowed at the apologetic woman. the cheekiness wasn’t approved in the art curators book. she had a meeting to attend and this unwanted scene of the day was uncalled for. it would derail her normalcy into making a stop back home to change. BUT margot acted as a complete brat when suddenly upset. she wanted to broil a tantrum and stubbornly avoid work, OR she would cool her surface and entirely buy a new outfit. the future at this irritated point was unclear. 

jack: i'm dying slowly inside.

jack: how is that i am the only person on the planet that hates not being able to go to work!

jack: ..... you're at work right now aren't you.

jack: 😩

margot: mmm. work schmork. popping a glass of bubbly for mimosas at vista hermosa park. fitting.

dylan let her eyes roll, jumping down from her post by the sign. “i think it’s pretty dope.” she glances over, shrugging. “if you look really close, you can see  universal’s whole ass wizard ville from up here.” dylan nods in the direction, reaching to pull out a cigarette. any other time, she might’ve smoked something stronger, but she wasn’t fully content with falling off the side of the hill. 

                         wizards. it sparked a childish interest. who DIDN’T like harry potter ?? only people who clearly didn’t have a brain.   “   oooo.  ”   ... ok. that could have sounded sarcastic, especially with the lift of her brows, but margot was liking that small, tinsy, sight of the wizardry world.  cigarettes. there was a slight distaste. something margot didn’t partake in. she enjoyed glass after glass of very expensive champagne. smoking made her feel .. dirty, and truth be told... her lungs couldn’t handle. she was a wimp to such things.  “  is this where you come to sit and contemplate things ? find some sort of inner... peace ? ... - or something ?  ”   hands on hips, she stood near the woman glancing out to the view. it was breathtaking. 

TASK 001;  𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 & 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 💎

“aren’t you glad you said yes?” dylan quipped, her hand reaching out to grab at the spokes lining the back of the sign, hanging off of it like it was a street lamp and she was some twisted gene kelly. she was a little sweaty, and she was very sober, but this was nice. the sunrise had a kind of dizzying affect, and it made it okay, for now. she could see all of hollywood from its sign, and it was one of her favorite things about la. 

                               the city looked so incredibly small. like an ant village that margot could crush beneath one step. her eyes took on a sight that empowered every inch of her. was that it ? that illuminated jungle that made everyone feel the need to fit in to obscene societal standards ?  the woman heaved an inaudible laugh and looked over to dylan.  “  is this it ? a sight of some crummy old town ?  ”  

“Is that so?  That means I have you to blame for the old hag’s birthday party ruining my plans.  Sounds like you owe me, babydoll.  I accept reparations in the form of your pretty little mouth between my thighs.”

                       “   - are you going to be doing THIS much talking with my head between your thighs ?? - darling, i’ll need to get something to cover your mouth with. can’t be listening to that.  - other than keeping your mouth shut, when can i make it up to you ?   ”

a short n sweet starter for one of your five gazillion characters @0hhcney​

checking the contents of the small brown paper bag, dahlia was content with what she saw. her gaze averted toward a familiar face that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. “oh hey,” dahlia greeted with a half-cocked grin. taking out three hundred dollar bills out of her pocket, she gave it to the delivery guy sitting on a bicycle in front of her and told him to keep the change. she waited until he was out of view before giving the other woman her full attention. “what brings you here?” she inquired with a look of both bewilderment and curiosity.

                              “   don’t burst all of your excitement at me at once, darling. its good to see you too.  ”   margot wanted to pout, but withheld. sometimes it was just NOT a good look. pouting didn’t pair well with her Godfrey tailored trousers.  AND what would pouting do ... little justice for her CHLOE loose blouse. mixing designers, but not emotions. margot pursed her lips together.    “   what are you doing with men on bikes, dahlia ? ”    the art curators tongue clicked. she’d not be fooled, but prying would be left alone too.  “  he looked sweaty. like he smelled of beef. -  ”  judment ensued. playfully. 

The blonde’s chuckle made Sean look up from her phone and back towards the woman sitting beside her. She gave her a quick nod at the confirmation that she indeed was new here–it wasn’t a hard thing to pick up on after living in the city of angels for nearly two decades now. “That’s fair, to each their own,” Sean started while shifting a bit in her seat. “But it does come off as a bit entitled that you’re so outwardly rude to a total stranger about it.” She had the patience for a lot of things, but “the-world-revolves-around-me” attitude was definitely not one of them. 

“I moved here from Colorado in my twenties, so like, a lifetime ago,” Sean replied with a laugh, mostly to herself. She wasn’t really sure why she was telling her this, knowing the woman most likely couldn’t really give a damn–but she was high, and then came the too much talking. “I just work in the industry, that’s why I smell like it.” The brunette can’t help but return her grin with a smirk of her own at the sarcastic remark. Her fellow ride sharer did have a point–it was just an Uber ride, why not just have fun with it and not ruin the high? “Something tells me you’re not the type to actually beg very often.” 

                                                            snide laughter penetrated the other womans comment. there was pleasure in the bite. not many retorted. the superiority that riveted through the honey haired woman was irritating.  made people fall to their knees and kiss at her feet, or them to rage. the other woman seemed collected within herself, but unafraid to stand her ground. again, margot was pleased. 

                    normally, margot would check her phone. the route on the uber app would reveal that she was much further from her destination than she liked to be... and there would be a volumized HUFF. .. she’d want you to hear it. eyes were stale, looking at the woman without a care of how far they were from arriving wherever. a lifetime ago. the humor confirmed that margot was aware that the other could handle whatever poison sweetly fell from her tongue. - and if not ? she’d act untouched, go home, take a bath, and overthink why she was such an ass at times... but for now;  “  industry.  ”    was it a question ? she was unsure herself. hoping just speaking the singular word would pry the other to spill more on herself.   “ tell me, what are you going to entertain yourself with now ?  ”  curious. what did a woman seemingly opposite of her do ?

             “   beg ??   ”   another laugh. it was a cure to any poor judgment tension they had when first coming in contact with one another.  somewhere the girl from CLUELESS was saying ‘ as if. ’   “   not sure i know a word. ”   pretend to be confused, as if it was a foreign word.  

Siofra wasn’t that gullible but she was uncertain when Margot started talking, she gave a relieved laugh when she revealed her actual name. “Well its nice to meet you Margot, thank you for the drink.”