yorke carrington.

rosalie: i can't eat taco bell, i'm on an all-carb diet! god yorke, you're so stupid.

rosalie: just get me like......six tacos

yorke: Like...

          ⟡ A DEFEATED EXPRESSION MAKES ITS way to her face. “ it’s gucci. and the embroidery is so on trend at the moment. at least try it on ? ” it’s futile, but worth the shot. “ hm. i’m trying to say i’m not faye, but i’m equally as successful and am without a single care in the world. ”

           with a  s i g h, yorke gestures for her to hand it to him. maybe if he tries it on, she’ll be appeased and she’ll realize he looks like a disco ball. he gives an amused snort, “ the black dress is CLASSIER. ”

dakota: ??? this is ??? so manipulative ??

dakota: and so toxic ?? who tf raised u

yorke: If you're gonna be rude about it

adrian: um um um

adrian: um ooooh get a steak quesadilla

adrian: with one of those pink fruity drinks

lia: FUCK :(

lia: no lmao pepsi is fine

lia: i'll settle

yorke: You have officially done me dirty

yorke: They don't sell churros at Taco Bell

dakota: the kind of monster that already forgot my order tf

yorke: I feel like if this is the attitude you're going to have

lia: i googled the menu!

lia: also get me cheese fries because it says they have them

lia: AND THE COKE

lia: churros

yorke: Does Taco Bell even sell churros

yorke: If i go up to that counter

yorke: And ask for churros

lia: ..............

lia: hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

lia: no don't do that!!!!

yorke: Then tell what you want !!!!!!!!!

dakota: doritos locos taco

dakota: and a baja blast smh

dakota: DON'T FORGET THE DIABLO SAUCE

yorke: What kind of monster do you think I am?

lia: i forgot

lia: surprise me

lia: but also coke

yorke: What will you do if I bring you like 12 soft shell tacos

yorke: Yo

          ⟡ DISTRACTED BY FABRICS AND JEWELS, faye is in her element. superficial as it may be, she finds solace in piecing an outfit together. their work was grim, and not always pleasant, so she’s sure to make the most of a party. “ okay two things. first of all, i’m stuck between the black backless and the red lace. secondly, this would look killer on you. ”

        yorke gives a hard stare to the fabric she tries to impress upon him. “ it’s a bedazzled vest, ” he says, attempting to wrap his head around the  c o n c e p t. while it looks luxurious, it’s UNFORTUNATELY, a no for him. “ but the thing is, are you trying to say ‘ hey, i’m faye. ’ or, ‘ hey, i’m faye. ’ ?? ”

Vincent had a routine when he went to a club. Talk to people, smile, be charming, get them to buy you a drink. Talk to someone else, flirt, get them to sneak you something fun under the table. Wash, rinse, repeat. Do it until you’re tripped out enough for your liking, and then ignore everyone for the rest of the night.

That was typical. Tonight wasn’t typical. Something that someone had slipped to him had him feeling particularly social. “You smell good,” he commented, rather loudly, in the ear of the stranger he was currently hanging off of. The guy didn’t seem super engaged in him, but he wasn’t pushing him off, and he seemed more amused than anything, which Vincent took as a good enough sign. “What are you doing la– oh, hi!” A familiar face approached, and he let go of his new friend long enough to greet them. He stumbled just a little as he closed the small distance between them, giving them a friendly slap on the back. “Fancy seein’ you here. You look nice.”

               while most used the warehouse as their training grounds, sincity was his. most days, yorke used the club as a hunting ground -- picking up targets just because he could. tonight was a brunette woman -- beautiful, but wasn’t the type to advertise it. from a distance, he can see vincent hanging off a less than gentlemanly fellow. but, wanting to see the change in personality upclose, yorke leaves the woman and crosses the club.

               despite the rough greeting, yorke gives a smooth smile, shaking off the hit with a roll of his shoulders. the escort lets his pearly whites peek through as he says, “ i always look nice. ” he finds himself looping an arm around vincent’s shoulders to help the other man’s balance, “ you clean up well too though, i’ve got to admit. i would buy you a drink but it seems like you’ve found somethin’ better. ”