(￣▽￣)ノ - we don’t talk but hi~
(●⌒∇⌒●) - you fab, senpai
(◕‿◕✿) - you’re cute
o(╥﹏╥)o - you make me nervous
(´ε｀ )♡ - i want to kiss you
ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ - i want to hug you
ヾ(-_-;) - you’re annoying
(>д<) - why won’t you notice me???
(¬д¬。) - i don’t like you, go away
(*´ｪ｀*) - i’m too shy to talk to you…
(´･ω･`) - ((anything you want to say/ask))
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Leaving now. Going to Vegas so replies will be slower. Like for a starter. Love you all. Stay wonderful.
"Won’t be the first time I felt lucky. Besides, I’d probably follow you here if I manage to annoy you to the point where you ditch me back at Miami." The notes of berries and spice lingered in his mouth, something he’d never tasted in wines before. They were supposed to pour it in fancy cups and drink up, but this seemed more fun, as though they were a group of rowdy sailors who were getting their fill of rum. Oh well, they should have their fun- it was their first vacation. "I’m a traveler, I am immune to jet lag. What about you?"
Tristan throws back her head and laughs, the usual fire and ice of her heart gone and replaced by something that no one had seen in a while-a happy and fun Tristan. She moves closer to him and pinches his cheek in an adoring fashion. “You’re so cute. I’m so glad I didn’t ditch you back in Miami.” She smiles and kisses him, taking in the wonderful taste of the wine off his lips. Shes already starting to like this vacation and it had not even truly begun yet. “I have it, but I’m too hyped up and glad to be back home that I can ignore it. Probably tomorrow I’ll have it so I’ll be sleeping for most of tomorrow. But for now we should do something fun.”
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Nick gives Brandy a look, the kind of look that says ‘I have no idea what you’re doing, but I’m going to let it slide just this once.’ He cocks an eyebrow and simply leans back against the couch. “You do know there is space right next to me. This couch is pretty big. But if you want to sit in my lap then go ahead. Whatever floats your boat.”
Good question. Making such a bold move was not something the ‘goody two shoes’ Brandy did. It wasn’t now until Nick started talking about this is when her mood was ruined and now she felt a bit awkward. As in, perhaps he was inwardly laughing at her for behaving such a way. Her stomach was in a knot and she felt hyper-aware of everything, pulse racing and heart thrumming in a way that was not preferable. How was everything easier when drunk? No, she can’t base an entire series of attraction based on drinking. She removed his hands and stood up abruptly, then shook her head. “No, no there’s nothing I wanted to talk about.”
The moment she stands up is the moment that he panics. With a reflex he didn’t know he had, he had taken her hand and latched on to it as if stopping her from leaving. “Woah hold up,” he says.,trying to contain the rising panic in his voice. “Don’t leave. Brandy I’ve known you for a long time. You don’t just do things without reason. You want to talk about something and I’m here to listen. I mean if it’s advice you’re probably not going to get any good ones since it’s me and I’ll probably just be a sarcastic asshole about it, but I’ll still listen. Now why don’t you sit back down.” Nick tugs at her hand and pulls her down on his lap. “Now can you please tell me what you wanted to talk about.”
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Aurora’s eyes widen, and her lips part in a surprised ‘o’ shape. “Excuse me?” It’s the last thing she expected Nick to blurt out in the middle of one of their many arguments, and she has no idea how to respond.
"Never," Aurora replies without missing a beat. Her words are strong and confident, a small shake of her head as if to help prove her point. "It’s fine," she says softly, one hand moving to the back of his neck. "You’re not the only one that has things to be sorry for, Prince. I’m caused you just as many problems as you’ve caused me. I should’ve said something earlier, I just didn’t want to admit it myself." Aurora absentmindedly plays with the hair at the back of his neck, looking up at him with a smile. "We’re quite a childish pair, aren’t we? Caused ourselves more problems than necessary, that’s for sure."
Nick smiles and slips his arms around her waist, latching on to her and pulling her closer to him, until their bodies press up against the other’s. He finds it a bit amusing that Aurora would apologize since he would always say something that cause her to stop asking for forgiveness from him. “We were both at fault, my love. It is alright. Everything happens for a reason. I’m glad we are able to admit our feelings now.” He laughs lightly and shakes his head. “Yes we are. I think that is why we did not get along. Our personalities and our strong pigheadedness clashed too easily.” Another laugh escapes him. “But that is what I like about you best.”
”I can do that.” Whiskey was their specialty. He poured her the strongest kind of whiskey they had. Usually, Kole would be just as nasty to someone if they were in that sort of mood, as it was unnecessary to act so cruel for no reason - even if it was a woman. But there was a reason and Kole was willing to be patient with her. She’d cool down eventually. ”I don’t expect to be forgiven so quickly. In fact, I don’t expect to be forgiven at all. While I know I’m a fault here, I’m actually not asking for forgiveness. ‘Scuse me.” He turned to help another customer.
Tristan knows she’s being a bitch, knows that her actions, her harsh words, and sarcastic, sassy attitude is uncalled for, but she could not help it. She is just irritated, frustrated, and angry-emotions that always caused the fiery redhead to become even more fiery and deadly. She takes a sip of the whiskey, allowing the liquid to slide down her throat and settle in her stomach, warming her up. But it did nothing to make her feel better. She growls and buries her head in her hands, muttering unintelligible words, tears unbeknownst to her tailing down her face. After staying in that position for a while, she sits up and downs the rest of her drink. She raises her hand and snaps her fingers to capture te bartender’s attention. “Can I have another drink?” she demands. She needs it.
Alaska licked her lips and looked down towards the menu. “I’d prefer white wine, if that’s okay,” she told him. Since finding her parents dead, thick blood pooling around their bodies, Alaska could never stomach just the sight of red wine. She knew it was a silly association, but she didn’t want any little details making her visibly uncomfortable tonight. The writer looked up from her menu to meet Garrett’s gaze, hopeful he would somehow understand. Though Alaska was still buzzing with excitement, a part of her was desperately, visibly nervous as well. She took in a slow breath and mentally told the butterflies inside to quit fluttering around. She and Garrett had spent most of the day together, save for a few hours, and they were okay then. This was more official, though.
"Are you as nervous as I am?" she asked, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. "I know its silly, since we were okay earlier, but it all just seems more…real, now.” Alaska was starting to sound ridiculous, but when the usually confident writer was nervous, she babbled. She took a breath and shook her head as if to release herself of the nerves physically, then lifted her gaze to look back at Garrett with a smile. “Sorry. Anyway, yes, I have other hobbies. I like walking through art galleries and museums, though I know that must sound dull. I like live music, too; there’s something about experiencing something as its being created, you know? What about you? Any hidden talents you’ve been waiting to impress me with?”
Garrett had seen her reaction when he had offered red wine. He can sense that there had been something else to her story that made her prefer white wine, but he dared not to ask. What if it is something that makes her uncomfortable telling him? He cannot do that to her and he does not want to do something that has the potential of ruining this night. Besides his nerves and tongue are such a mess, he doubts that he will actually be able to form a coherent thought, much less words. He signals to the waitress and orders the white wine before looking back at her, trying to settle down the buzzing, but unable to do so. He takes a deep breath, hoping it will calm him down just a bit, but only causing more butterflies to erupt in his stomach.
He nods and licks his lips. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m really nervous. I mean I agree with you. I think it’s because this is more official and everything is real, but it’s also…not. Does that make sense?” He shakes his head, blushing slightly at how inane he must have sounded to her. He takes another deep breath and smiles at her. “That doesn’t sound dull at all. And live music is great.” When they go another date-and he hopes they will-he knows now where to take her. Another smile before it falls because he begins to chuckle at her words. “I don’t know if my hidden talents are impressive. I mean they’re not that great and not something you would expect from a superstar athlete. I sketch, play sports, and play the drums. That’s really it. I don’t know if that sounds impressive at all, much less interesting. To me it’s not.”
Nat looked at him with wide eyes, her cheeks then flushing a deep scarlet as she tried to get words out. “You’ll need to move, you’re standing in front of my apartment door.” She stated sheepishly, pointing to the door behind him.
Nick turns around, confused, an eyebrow raised. “This isn’t-” He stops, realizing that it had been him who had made the mistake. “Oh right.” He turns back to her and moves to the side. “Are you new around here? I haven’t seen you around before and I should know since most of the neighbors come screaming at me for multiple reasons to the point where I know most of their lie stories.”