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bloodbvrn:

                  “Ha, most of these guys own Yorkies.” Arkin shook his head, snorting out a laugh. His hand reached out, wanting to balance himself against the man rather than take the water. He fixated his gaze on Antonio. Maybe, he was just trying to figure out where he knew him from. There was something about his long locks that seemed familiar. Hell, half of the population either rocked the casual surfer look or street. Maybe he was just confusing people. The room spun around him as he let go of his new friend’s shoulder. Instead, he plucked up the glass and squinted at Antonio.

                 “How kind are you exactly?” He asked, quirking a brow as he took a sip. As soon as the water touched the back of his throat, the man grimaced. He placed the glass onto the counter and rolled his gaze back. Though it took him a moment to focus, Antonio was exactly the person he was looking for. He believed him - possibly because he was a deadly combination of naive and fucked up. Light eyes matched against his own as he tilted his head forward. What was the point of being subtle?

How very forward. Antonio wouldn’t say he minded. Couldn’t say he minded, because in all sincerity he was flattered. Not in the way that would have him swooning or flustered or anything of that ridiculous nature, but it did twist half of his lips up into a casual smirk.

He didn’t mind this man nearly towering in front of him. The two inches or so wasn’t much, but somehow the shady, masculine look of the other man made it seem like more. Antonio showed no indication of backing down, however, his own gaze just as confident, just as demanding. 

“Well, I’m hardly one to kiss and tell.” Antonio kept his voice low, a hushed whisper that would lure Arkin toward him. It was the whisper he used just as an excuse to get someone closer to him. “Besides, I’m sure I could show you better than I could tell you.”

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bloodbvrn:

              Drink ‘til you get to the end of the bottle. Then, have some more. It had been days since Arkin reported to work. Half of his paycheck was sunk into this bar. Ah, yes. This was his fucking home now. His hand fumbled for his drink, shoving another gulp of straight tequila. His other hand kept tapping against the counter, trying to replay his memory of that morning. The police interviewed him and he was released for work. He discharged his weapon – and thankfully, the police didn’t press further against it. Nobody innocent was harmed. A robber was carted off to the hospital as he sat perched against the ambulance. The blanket was doing little for him.

              His vision had been switching back and forth these past few days. One moment, he’s in the bar - hands tied to a plastic cup with the roll of rock music in the background. The next, he’s crouched against the inside of his apartment, rifle pointed towards an intruder. It looked like he was back in the desert. They were waiting for an opportunity to strike. Of course, that was what the robbers were for. They were a warning signal. Paranoia was at an all time high and even Arkin couldn’t notice the symptoms. He skipped his group meeting this week and his sponsor was already blowing up his phone. He needed to breathe. He needed a break. Yes, so he was here. Drinking was a better solution than downing another pill to calm his breakdowns.

           He didn’t need risperdal. He didn’t need prozac. He didn’t need any of the handful of bottles he was pushed. Fuck, he just needed a moment to breathe. He squinted against his drink before pressing his hand against the bar counter. He didn’t mean to run into them. His shoulder bumped against their shoulder before he turned to them. “Sorry.” He mumbled out, trying to focus his vision on the person before him. “I was — looking for a friend.”

Antonio was pissed. Royally pissed. Not about the scar forming on his shoulder or the bruise blooming on his jawline, but at the fact he had been robbed of half the cards in his wallet and the watch that was on his wrist. And it was one of his favorites, a gift from his mother. It wasn’t his favorite because it was a gift from his mother, but because the color combination of gold and glittering diamonds matched nearly anything.

He needed to regain some power, anything to get him back on top. And if that meant downing whiskey in this dimly lit rough-and-tough bar that he normally wouldn’t be caught dead in, well, that’s what it meant. The bar was a far cry from his usual scene, but its patrons almost guaranteed a good lay, and, well, that’s what he was ultimately after.

When the stranger all but crashes into him, his spine arches like a cat’s. The glare in his eyes softened when he found a very handsome face looking down on him. Suddenly the irritation became a fleeting memory, and the glare was replaced with a smile. He didn’t mind being friend to someone with that nice a jawline. “Well, look no further.”

“Why don’t you have a seat? We’ll get you some water,” he said absently, waving to the bartender as he said it. The bartender reappeared with a glass in hand, and Antonio handed it to the stranger. “Wouldn’t want you crashing into everyone here, now would we? Some aren’t as kind as I am.”  

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ofindiana:

At first, all Indiana did was raise an eyebrow at the snarky words fired at her, and then she started laughing. So hard that she jostled her drink and splattered some of it onto the immaculate silk fabric draped over the table—well, at least now her presence left an actual mark on the event. Leaning back in her seat, she put her glass on the table and half-heartedly put her robe back around her torso where it had spread open.

Chuckling softly as she recovered from her laughter, she looked to see that the man had taken a seat next to her. Nice. He was entertaining, to say the least.

Taking a better look at him, she vaguely recognized him. He was a popular Life Coach in Hollywood if she guessed correctly. She didn’t know his name, though; she found the occupation to be useless and a simple rehashing of the term ‘psychiatrist’ only for entitled individuals so she never bothered to know who held the title. That was her opinion regarding the job itself, though, not the person who occupied it; if someone was successful because they were good at what they did then they immediately earned her respect regardless of her opinion on their position.

“I have a gap in my front teeth so that’s probably why. Sorry if it inconvenienced you enough that you felt like offending me. Try again, I guess,” She said, chuckling softly. “I mean, I’m the weirdo who’s walking around with the Solar System on her ass so you have plenty of other chances.”

So she wasn’t only eccentric and oh so edgy, she was also fucking nuts. Fabulous.

Antonio became visibly uncomfortable, watching her start to laugh this giggly, bubbly laughter that seemed to grate against his eardrums. Not only was she making a scene, she was making a damn mess the way she shook the table and splashed cocktail onto it.

He raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to find her composure and hoping she would find it quickly. People were beginning to stare, and he didn’t want too many pictures of him snapped with raccoon eyes over here. The tabloids already tried to make it seem like he was getting into a relationship with every woman he spoke to. He didn’t need any bad press from the recovering emo kid.

“Who said anything about offending? If that, of all things, offended you, I think you’re in the wrong business.” He offered a thin, withering smile. It wasn’t meant to be rude, simply truthful. But there was hardly a difference with the way Antonio did it.

“Now why go for the obvious? Seems boring to me. Not to mention unoriginal. I’m not a fan of unoriginality.”

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“One wears what one usually wears to these soirees.”

Antonio Riva // Once in a Glossy Moon

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@theantonioriva: @thelainformant oh, you all at the informant never fail to amuse me.

Luca H. and Antonio R. together. Is our tiny dancer moving from Kai to another scandal?

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ofindiana:

AREA 2: the ballroom

Several attendants were staring at her and although she had done a good job of ignoring it so far, it was starting to get on Indiana’s nerves. She had had her whole body painted by one of the artists in the foyer and although several people had done it too, no one seemed to enter the ballroom with their body paint. And if Indiana was anything, she was always the exception to the rule. There were showers near the painting area for anyone who wished to wash off the paint but Indiana loved it. She had even taken off her dress, carelessly leaving it with the painter, in favor of walking around and showing off the paint in nothing but her underwear and a lavender silk robe that the painter gave to her. Admittedly, she could see why some people were staring; considering their opulent, carefully-put-together outfits and the arrogance that was so palpable, she could smell it on them. Or maybe it as their expensive fragrances. Indiana waved her fingers with an exaggerated smile at one woman who was staring at her without even bothering to hide it then proceeded to move further into the ballroom.

The only reason she had even walked in here was because she thought there would be music and a dance floor but she had to admit that the show currently playing on the stage was far from disappointing. Maybe she should join them; she would fit right in with the galaxy she currently had plastered all over her skin. Indiana smiled to herself, amused by the thought and the fact that she really would do it if she could, before sitting at a table. If there was a bar, she couldn’t seem to find it and the drinks were being served at the tables so she decided to take a seat even though a chair on the table was already occupied. She accepted the drink a masked waiter offered her and took a gracious sip. When a few minutes passed in silence where she could sense the other person’s eyes on her, she turned to look at them, unimpressed.

“I know I have the Solar System painted all over my body but do you really have to stare?”

Antonio had a flare for the dramatic himself, sure, but he also didn’t enjoy sharing the spotlight. He was not so much in it as he was brushed with the soft glow of it. Did that stop him from forcing himself into it? Not at all. 

A rotten and spoiled child through and through, Antonio grew up to be no less rotten and spoiled. He had spent the night shamelessly flirting with his company, no matter who was by his side, sipping on champagne that was always too light for his liking, and cracking enough jokes to leave some in tears. He should have been a damn actor, he thought at one point. It was so simple to make people eat from the palm of your hand. He learned that from watching his parents at dinner parties.

So he was mildly— read: excruciatingly— irritated when a little blonde model came waltzing in and grabbing the eyes of everyone in the room just as he was getting to the punchline of his story. 

He didn’t know much about Indiana Drake, but he knew she irritated him.

Little miss quirky, miss “I never grew out of my teen rebellion, so I think I’m a badass because I can buy a bottle of hair bleach.”

She was talking to him before he knew it, and Antonio shrugged his shoulders, taking the seat next to her with a graceful kind of ease. “You’ve got parsley on your face. And some in between your teeth. Tends to draw one’s attention. That bruschetta's a bitch, huh?”

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i know i still have lots of replies, but ya girl has to get ahead on a lot of work! so the to-do list is as follows

antonio

bella

charlotte

bryce

paula

raime starter

amani

bella

gabe

fern

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thekiracolburn:

How easy it was for Antonio to fill her with rage was truly exceptional. Kira could feel her head burning and the number of drinks she had had was nowhere near enough to justify it. To think that the man in front of her once filled her stomach with butterflies instead made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.

She scoffed at his words and took a small sip of the drink she had stopped favoring years ago. “I drink cosmos now, not that you care.” Despite her anger, she leaned on the bar with her elbows, trying to look calm- no matter what, he wouldn’t give him the pleasure of getting her to show just how pissed she was.

“I have a life you know,” she commented in her most condescending voice. “One that gets screwed over by your presence more often than I would like, but hey, what can I do.”

A smirk threatened the ends of his lips. Kira was never good at hiding her emotions, always too passionate, too bull-headed. And while she could try all she wanted to act indifferent, try to brush him off, she simply couldn’t. He had that power over her, because she placed it in his hands. That was her mistake, and it was one that would come back to bite her in the ass, because that was just the Riva Guarantee.

“Martini, cosmo,” he started in an absent tone that made his voice sound miles away. “It’s all clear liquor.” He watched her drink it despite her commentary. Maybe that was her biggest mistake.

“Yeesh. You’ve been training way too many actors or somethin’, Kira, because I swear I don’t remember you ever being this dramatic.” He didn’t mask his eye roll, taking a long swig of whiskey from his glass. “Aren’t you supposed to be on all that hippie-dippie yoga bullshit, y’know— letting things go and namaste and all that horse crap?”

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catsmeow-kitty:

Kitty had been out every night this week, it was better than facing her own problems and lately they were plenty. Cozying up to the bar earlier in the evening Kitty had spent all of the last couple hours shutting down lame pick up lines and aspiring actors who smelled like too much axe body spray. Kitty swings her legs over one another and slowly turns her attention to the next voice in a line of voices that had blurred together. At least he didn’t ask her if her legs hurt or if it hurt when she fell from heaven- Smiling Kitty nodded to her drink nearly still full. “Tell you what- Stick around while I finish this drink, enertain me and you can buy the next round.” Kitty raised her glass as if to seal the deal, “are you game or do you scare easy?”

He should really start checking if the people he’s talking to have drinks in their hands before he goes around offering to pay for one. But he dismissed the thought as quickly as it came the moment Kitty offered up her compromise.

Antonio grinned a little at the thought of keeping a pretty blonde company. Though he wasn’t quite sure he could play court jester all night. Maybe they could amuse each other.

“Me? Nah, not really. Although beautiful, intelligent women are plenty to be afraid of.” It was always best to compliment a woman’s intelligence. That, and her witty commentary made those thoughts sincere. He tipped the glass toward his lips, letting whiskey burn the back of his throat. “Though I guess you could call me something of a thrill seeker. Consider me game.”

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thekiracolburn:

Even someone with such a strict schedule needs to have fun every now and then and tonight is one of those nights. The last client of the day had canceled on her because of some business meeting that was taking way too long, so Kira has found the chance to dress up, put her high heels on and go out. But she isn’t feeling those downtown clubs she and her friends find themselves every other Saturday- because Hollywood is a feeling, and that’s what she’s going with tonight.

Red lips and black dress and confidence as if she belongs will have to be enough. She doesn’t even call any of her friends, no one would bother to come up to Hollywood Hills at this time. So she walks in the club and tries to mingle and soon enough finds herself breathless from all the dancing with people whose names she won’t remember in ten minutes.

She does remember the name of the man who sits next to her, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to forget. She doesn’t know if he’s too drunk to recognize her or he’s just messing with her- they are both things that he would do. Either way- “Are you fucking kidding me?” she voices her exact thoughts, turning to face Antonio.

Oh, yikes.

If he was anyone other than Antonio Riva, he would probably feel a shameful and awful feeling in his stomach. But he is Antonio Riva, so he turns to face her fully and raises his eyebrows at her without widening his eyes. It’s meant to look calm, put together, so of course it does.

“You’re right— I know your regular.” He turned to the bartender, ordering a martini for the health nut. At least he was pretty sure that was Kira’s regular. Or was it Miranda’s? Or Shawna’s? No, he’s pretty sure it’s Kira’s.

He turns to her fully now, letting his lips curve into an easy smile. One he’s sure is pissing her off just as much as it’s amusing him. “So, what brings you outside of the gym tonight?” He completely ignores the scowl on her face.

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lucahaseotes:

    Luca was not famous, yet. Rather, she remains a low rank of status amongst the faces of Hollywood, and she has yet to be offered a free ride from the taxi driver—tis a shame. But, tonight was a step forward to something better. Thinking she would have to spend another lonely night in the loft, she was being invited by a newfound friend to a bar at the Hollywood Hills neighborhood. Numerous times before she has attempted to get an invite to the bar, but luck was never on her side; therefore, she never got to fashion her gowns to the location. She would have to rely on the cheap facilities nearby where people attended with sweatpants, if they dared. 

    With her classic white apparel, she was confident when sauntering into the bar, a red lip smile bold across her contour. She saw faces from her periphery that she recognized from the silver screen, and a few names were dropped in her surrounding that had her wanting to casually run into them. Yet, in order to minimize embarrassment, she stayed close to the bar while waiting for her friend to arrive in order to introduce her to certain names to make greater connections. 

    When a voice was introduced beside her, she glanced over her shoulder to only confront Antonio Riva. An easy smile curved, and she turned around to have her lower back leaned against the counter behind. “And to think you would lecture me to not drink tonight.” A short giggle tickled the back of her throat. “I’ll take whatever you’ll have. I’ll like to know what the grand Riva indulges in.” 

    She barely knew the other, only have met him once due to their newest contract of working with one another to improve her image. She has to look good for media; therefore, Luca was reaching toward anyone who could help her. Antonio was someone she heard could help her; therefore, she was quick to call him. “And try to keep it professional between us; I know my looks can be distracting, at times.” She was teasing, sending a wink to play the role furthermore. A classic Luca unraveling. 

“I don’t lecture, I inform,” Antonio reinforced, raising an index finger to further express the finality of his statement. He left the lecturing for his parents. Or rather his nannies. Whoever it was that raised him. He had contempt for most of them, it seemed. Mostly because of the lectures.

“And advise. If I were to advise you not to drink, it would only be because you couldn’t show up slobbering drunk to a photoshoot. You wouldn’t believe how many times that’s happened.” He rolled his eyes at the thought, taking a gulp of whiskey. 

Contrary to popular belief, Antonio had no tolerance for piss drunk people. If he was smashed, it was a very special occasion. He could handle his liquor. While he drank frequently, it was rarely in excess. He would maintain a tipsy buzz throughout the night and consider it a night well spent.

“Excellent choice,” he smirked, waving over the bartender with Ulysses S. Grant’s face in their general direction. After ordering another glass of whiskey, ordering another Macallan and sliding it in front of Luca. “Though, I have to say, I didn’t peg you as a whiskey person.”

He snorted at her last comment, smirking around his glass and peering at her from the corner of his eye. “Babe, I am never professional.” It was the truth. Somehow, in the world of scandal and gossip that worked for him. Professionalism was for the Wall Street and law professionals. “Though I appreciate you looking out for the future of my career, truly.” 

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lacey-lay:

Antonio knew the rules and Lay was thankful for that. Nothing bothered her more than that fine line she constantly had to walk on - pleasing the men in front of her who occasionally were men who’d ultimately end up taking her home and pleasing her boss, who did already leave her lots of space, pretending like he didn’t know that she often wasn’t just dancing for the clients of the luxurious club. 

“I take you for someone who knows the rules and for someone who knows that while I am still on this shift, offering you a lapdance for nothing but a spin in your car is a pretty good deal. Also, I take you for someone who will enjoy a hot girl driving a fast car!” 

There was no question about her eventually going home with him and they both knew it, but they were both headstrong and they both were playing games - maybe this was what kept this interesting for Lacey ultimately. 

“So what is the offer? Your car and bottle of rosé? Add some time in your jacuzzi into the mix and I’ll try to see if they let me off earlier!”

It sounded mental, that she’d have to ask to leave as little as 15 minutes early, but just like her boss knew about her out of work activities, he knew that she brought in most of the clubs money with as little as a flick of her tongue over her full lips, which made her about as essential to him as the inventory. 

“Am I that transparent?” he asked, knowing damn well he was. And he smiled to let her in on the joke. Though she likely was already. They’d been doing this too long. If they were different people, maybe they would know each other well, know each other’s ins and outs and all that came with that deeper form of human communication. But they were Lacey and Antonio, so they related on different terms. Terms like their favorite brands of lingerie and how much they were willing to spend on drinks in one sitting.

“You drive a hard bargain,” he teased, taking another sip from his glass. He took a moment to appreciate the weight of her against his chest. And the fact that he could look, but not touch. It drove him crazy in a way he could contain and harbor under his ribs, though it burned something fierce and longing.

With a slow, mock-thoughtful hum, he brushed his nose down the crown of her head, shifting the hair so his breath could tickle her ear. “Car, rosé, and jacuzzi time. You have yourself a deal.”

He smiled, teeth flashing wolfishly as his eyes scanned over her once, then again on their way back up to her face. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

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brycbrooks:

         A night out was exactly what Bryce needed, slipping any pressing matter that had his phone buzzing every chance it got until he turned it off and ditched anything anyone needed from him that night. They had control or a line on him most of the time, leaving Bryce with little time to his own before he took control and a ride to a small club where he was less likely to get recognized. At least that was the attempt as he hit the bar quickly after arriving, about to order when he felt a pressure against his back as well as an all too familiar voice that had him smirking when he turned to face Antonio.

“You better be buying if you think you’re getting anywhere with me tonight.” His lips twitched upwards, his drink having already been ordered and slid in front of him by the bartender as if right on time. “It’s like you read my mind.”

“Oh, you’re such a tease,” Antonio huffed despite the smile stretching across his face. It was nice to see a familiar face. At least now he didn’t have to put on a performance. He and Bryce had met a few years back, around the same time Bay hired him, and it wasn’t hard to hit it off with someone so charming. Not to mention ruggedly handsome.

He turned to the bartender, offhandedly ordering an aviation for Bryce. The bartender poured it with a skilled hand and passed it in front of the man. 

Antonio smirked back at Bryce with a breathy laugh. “I didn’t tell you about my ability to read minds? It’s some rare genetic thing. But it only works on people who are extremely hot for me.”

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babellaby:

    For once, Bella had her hair up. Rarely was she seen out and about, without the kids, at least, with her hair in a style other than loose, around her shoulders. Waves, straightened, didn’t matter. It was a play stolen right from Natalie Lake’s style book, much like everything else Bella did when it came to her appearance. Before being able to afford to support her addiction to fashion, she’d struggled with her looks. 

   Bella knew she was beautiful, stunningly so, and would have pursued modeling had she not been so damn short at the same time. Instead, she relied on the angelic, soft features she had to further herself in the LA life, and part of that meant framing her face and hiding the strong jawline she packed under platinum strands. 

  Because of this, it didn’t surprise her that Antonio hadn’t reconigized her. She was without her usual dolled-up look, perfect for fitting between the Lake couple, clutching a child’s hand. Now, she looked her age, not like the 30-something lady of Old Money playing Bridge. No, now Bella looked herself, hair in space buns, belly button piercing revealed. 

  The Nanny had been promised a party. She was disappointed in the fact she had to find that, but her hopes picked up at the sound of Antonio’s voice. Close friends, they were not, but always a fun conversation to have, and Bella turned her head to face him with a smile. 

   “Well, I’m clearly not who you were expecting.” 

Antonio barely even blinked when he discovered the hot blonde stranger wasn’t so strange at all. He didn’t quite remember her name, but her face he knew. He was sure he had seen her at cocktail parties, always with the Lakes in tow. Or rather the Lakes kept her in tow.

Nanny, he remembered absently. It was a nasty word, always associated with wrinkly old women with warts on their faces. Or maybe that was just Nanny McPhee. Either way, the word still sounded horrible.

But this one, Bella he finally remembered, doesn’t look horrible at all. She had this slim softness about her face comparable to Ingrid Bergman or Audrey Hepburn. Her cheeks glowed with the stain of alcohol as well as the highlight glimmering on the arches of the cheek bones.

“Maybe not,” he admitted, the smirk on his face unwavering. “But I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

He rested his elbow on the counter top, fitting his jaw into his palm to get a better look at her. It was practically a shock to his system, seeing her all dolled up without three little brats to drag around. He liked her like this much more.

“Did Cinderella manage to escape to the ball? If so, I’m more than willing to play the part of Prince Charming. Starting with that drink— my offer still stands.”

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🏩👮‍♂️🔥💕

🏩 What was my muse’s first time like?

Quick and sloppy in his parents’ bedroom. It wasn’t anything special, but it was during that time early on in high school where everyone was desperate to get it over with. Her parents worked with his parents, and they snuck off during a dinner party going on downstairs. 

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

Multiple times. He’s a big fan of fooling around in club bathrooms, in movie theaters, in airports, and at after parties.

🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome?

Definitely. And if definitely wouldn’t be his first time. The more the merrier.

💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship?

Antonio isn’t a huge relationship guy, and he hasn’t been for a long time. He doesn’t have a great track record with fidelity, so he’s more likely apt to be in an open relationship. He could potentially be in an open polyamorous relationship.

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💑 👀 💲

(first two are answered.)

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

Not out of necessity. He has plenty of money on his own. However, he doesn’t associate with anyone who’s making under 100k a year, so yes.