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ANNABELLE GRAYSON:

Knocking on the door with a bottle of wine and a cake box full of cupcakes, Annabelle smiled as she heard her friend’s voice on the other side of the door inviting her in. “You know,” She called out into the house as she opened the door and walked inside, “You should really make it a practice of lockin’ your door honey.” Chuckling softly, Annabelle shut and locked the front door behind her before setting the wine and cupcakes down on the counter and making her way towards the back where Arielle’s bedroom was. “Well, hello.” She said with a soft laugh, only slightly surprised to see her friend so scantily clad, “I didn’t realize we had a date tonight,” She teased.

Arielle laughed once Annabelle came into the room, clearly amused at the sight of her sitting in front of the mirror. “Well, I got it like last week and hasn’t had the chance to try it on and since the bruising and swelling as gone down, it’s given me a better reason to try it on.” The brunette would make up any reason to get dolled up just because it was fun. She could remember even when she was a little girl and just adored playing in her mother’s makeup and dresses. “Plus my mother always taught me, heels on and boobs out.” It wasn’t out of the norm for Arielle to not be comfortable in her own skin. She loved her body and all of its wonders and flaws. “Oooh this reminds me, I can wear the new robe I got. I ruined the other one and so while shopping for this little number,  I just had to get the little robe next to it.” The robe had matched the outfit in the fact of it being black. The robe held a sort of soft elegance with it’s silky texture and floral design. “The best part is I got it at the Soma store and it feels so soft. You wanna play with any makeup? We can get all dolled up for wine, cupcakes, and maybe a rom com later on.”

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EMILIA CARLISLE:

Emmy wasn’t one to be unaware of her surroundings, but a chance text and a reply that needed to be sent immediately caused her focus to be pulled from the sidewalk in front of her to the screen of her phone. If she hadn’t sent it off when she did, she wouldn’t have narrowly missed Arielle’s tumble –it would have been a full on collision. “Oh my god,” the brunette murmured, walking quickly in order to get to the other. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m alright.” Arielle quickly held up the broken shoe to prove just how she had nearly fallen on the sidewalk. “This damn shoe broke and for some reason I don’t have an extra pair.” It was unlikely for the woman to not have an extra set of shoes and outfit in her tote. She had an outfit and supposedly forgot to add shoes? Whatever the reason, there wasn’t another pair for her to slip into and she hadn’t an idea on if she should seriously walk in the broken shoe or to find a place real quick and buy a pair. “You know any shoe stores close by? Like right next door close by?”

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NIKITA GRAYSON:

As if Ari’s words were a force of nature not to be ignored Nikita found her gaze immediately dropping down to her assets in question. Yeah— bringing those out and putting them on display definitely wasn’t happening. Especially if all men were supposedly the same according to her best friend’s theory. She didn’t want more of the same. The blonde had already gotten a taste of men who fell prey to the whims and charms of a woman offering herself like a fine delicacy and she’d had enough. It was exactly what had gotten her into her current predicament. Or at least that’s what she assumed. Realistically she had no idea what had drawn Colt and her cousin together and, if she had her way, she’d never have to learn the distributing details. “I don’t want a rebound. I want whiskey shots and laughin’ so hard I can’t see straight, let alone think about anything.” A part of her understood the craving to stay home, her own injuries drew their fair share of curious eyes, but home didn’t hold the same meaning to her anymore. Her apartment felt foreign and uncomfortable.

Arielle could understand why Nikita wanted to do nothing with men right now. And honestly, that was something Arielle never wanted for herself -- to get involved in something so serious and for it to completely fall apart. Of course, she wouldn’t say that Nikita and Colt’s relationship was now ruined, but it was easy to assume such a thing. “Who says we have to sleep with them?” As the brunette glanced around the room, it was clear that she wouldn’t have any luck seeing how it looked more like a frat house or college night with how many backwards caps and bro tank top she saw. “Then we must switch to tequila if you want something good. Or a mango margarita! It’s so good and the mango smooths it all out.”

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Arielle Santos and @annabelle-grayson with the lingerie moment

It hadn’t been long since Arielle had seen her best friend and yet, it felt like forever. Then again, the girl was trying to keep herself on house arrest until her nose had healed. The bruising and swelling was getting better and so the makeup she wore was certainly helping everything look good. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious. And what could cure such a thing? A Friday night with a bottle of wine and a new set of lingerie to make her feel beautiful. A trick her mother taught her, boobs lifted nearly up to her chin and a sexy pair of heels was the key to a nice confidence boost. A knock on her door had the woman nearly messing up the makeup she was applying. “It’s open!” She called out, clearly more focused on making sure she lined her lips perfectly. Did it make sense to get all dolled up for nothing? To her it did and that’s all what mattered. 

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arielle santos and @margo-caldwell with the magazine isle 

Shopping for the uninteresting parts of life had never been something that Arielle truly enjoyed. Grocery shopping was the first bullet point on that list and honestly, she was close to paying someone to do the shopping for her. It would make life easier, she assumed, but then again it was a reason to get out and look as beautiful as possible. An ego booster as she would like to call it since she loves to take in as many compliments as she can get. So, here is Arielle in the books/magazines isle looking for whatever can catch her eye. As she starts to take the next one off the shelf, her hand bumps into another. “Eager for the gossip column or is that just me?”

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arielle santos and @asherprescott with the coffee mishap

It had been over a week since the storm had hit Atlanta and slowly but surely, the city began again with the bustle and hustle coming back to life. Arielle hadn’t noticed how she missed the humming of a vibrant city and thus started her day with a walk around the block to the usual cafe she always visited for coffee and a baked good for breakfast. But as soon as she got the delicious warm drink and even better muffin, a slight bump had caused her to become off balance. Her breakfast now laid on the floor while herself continued to stare at it almost confused on what all just happened. 

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arielle santos and @emmycarlisle with the shoe emergency 

The brunette was never seen without her purse filled with everything anyone could possibly need. Her mini makeup bag, a change of clothes, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and even deodorant were just the main items she claimed she always needed with her. Even now as she walked along the sidewalk, the purse clung to her as she kept it with a tight grip. That was until her heel broke and she nearly stumbled to a fall if it wasn’t for her to save her tumbling by making it over to the wall. Looking through her bag, it seemed as if she had forgotten shoes this time. “Well, this is perfect.”

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-P.D

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nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

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