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text || beck

frankie: fine. come down in 5 and i'll have it ready for you

frankie: thank you

frankie: it'll work. just be open minded.

frankie: it'l woooorrkkk

beckett: five minutes? how long have you been planning this for?

beckett: i'm open minded but i am not a falsely optimist

beckett: you have way too much confidence in yourself

beckett: someone should humble you

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j u n i p e r

☁ ･ﾟ✧  Juniper was running late, yet again, to her morning shift. Thankfully, she knew Emily wouldn’t hold it against her as she knew the young brunette has been spending many sleepless nights studying for her finals, as of lately. Thanks to Hunter’s idea of having his little sister staying at the hotel, it only took her a few minutes for her to clean up and run down the flight of stairs leading straight to the lobby, waving to her friends behind the reception desk before make it into the daily grind. ‘I’m so sorry Em, I promise as soon as the finals are done I’ll pick up all your night shifts for you!’ she pleaded, her puppy eyes something people could hardly ever resist. And with that, her colleague barely had time to warn her about the special guest seated at one of the tables that June was already halfway there with a small notepad in between her well manicured fingers. ‘Hello, my name is June! What can I get y — oh, it’s you’ her voice came out soft, almost breaking upon seeing his visage. As much as she wished she could have been as cold as Beckett was whenever he addressed her since keeping his distances from her, she just couldn’t bring herself to hate him for it. ‘You might want to come on the weekends then, that’s when I’m off’ her deep brown eyes were now scanning around the table only to notice that he had yet to order something, his excuse obviously a blatant lie as to get away from this situation. ‘Don’t bother, I’ll tell Em to bring you an ice tea, you’ll barely know I’m here’ In a blink, June had moved over to the only couple crowding the cafe on this early morning, getting their order as well before immediately making her way back behind the counter, trying her best to focus on her task while her co-worker brought the cold beverage to the concierge. After all, guilt would eat her up if she was to be the reason why Beckett wasn’t able to unwind at the hotel like any other employee. 

GUILT INSTANTLY SETTLES ON HIS FEATURES which he tries to disguise by biting the inside of his cheek, a sign of nervousness he’d learned from his brother. if only he was a bit more reckless like his mother, he would have ignored all the signs —or better said, people— and tell her how he felt but much to beckett’s disdain he had inhereted his father prudence. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says regarding the comment about when to come. his tone is almost apologetic but not quite to make her think he was having second thoughts about them. althought his thoughts clearly told a different story but those were his to keep. lips part to reply but just as fast june is out of his sight and all it remains is a barely noticable hint of a bittersweet smile at the fact that she still remembered his drink. for the next few minutes, he pretends to read his book as he finishes the tea, but the words he’s reading make no sense in his head, he’s far too distracted in his thoughts to pay attention to the context. as soon as he finishes his drink, he stands up to pay. “I didn’t mean to make that uncomfortable.” an admission of guilt but not quite an apology. he looks at her briefly and just that hurried glance awakens a wave of feelings he knows he shouldn’t have. he wishes he could say more or do more, but just as he’s about to, the conversation he overheard plays in his head, a hastily reminder that justifies the coldness he offers her. “uh, well, i hope you have a nice day, june,” he ends up saying as he slides the money on the counter to pay for the drink.

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c a s s i e

IT WASN’T LIKE CASSIE NEVER GOT RECOGNIZED . fans would approach her with shy familiarity , calling out her name ( a quick cassandra? or cassie? or cas? ) to be certain it was her before being encouraged when she turned , often with the barest hint of a forced smile if she wasn’t in the mood . but she put on a show .  gave hugs , signed notebooks , took pictures . those kinds of people cared about her in some strange sort of parasocial way . it was the other type of people that she couldn’t stand . the ones that shouted her name , so unfamiliar , so cold . a miss santos look over here ! before she’s blinded by the paparazzi lights that struck her like lightning . so it’s no shock that the formal greeting has her on guard before the guy’s even fully on her radar . she sizes him up through narrowed eyes . “ you work here ? “ she asks , not even bothering to answer his question . “ never seen you before . ” not that she was the observant type . she just didn’t trust him . “ pretending to be an employee of the place i’m staying at . very , very devious of you , but i’ll admit quite original . ” 

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BECKETT COULD BE ACCUSED OF MANY THINGS but being devious was not really one he would have considered. if it hadn’t been true, he would have thought of it was a compliment, an unexpected one but somehow appreacited. after all, aren’t journalist supposed to be slightly dubious? still, he found himself a bit upset at the implications of him lying but he put it away and shook his head as he pull a name tag from his pocket, an unrequested proof of identity. “listen, i don’t want to take more of your time,” and honestly more of his own time. beckett was a very straight-to-business kind of guy, he hated small talk and something told him that she also wasn’t in the mood for that. “if you are interested, just let me know. i promise it’s a serious piece.” well, techinically he couldn’t promise that as he wouldn’t be the one writing it. his job was to book it. perhaps he was a bit devious after all.

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STARTER FOR @wtfnoa​

THE NEXT TWO HOURS FLEW BY, much to his surprise, as it seemed that the closest he was to clock out, the longer time passed. After changing his clothes to something more casual —probably far too casual for an art gallery— he texted noa to let her know that he would be waiting for her in the lobby. normally, beck wouldn’t invite someone to come with him for something work related but he figured that noa probably knew about art and she wouldn’t be a problem. he sat down in the lobby as he waited for her, googling on his phone the best route to the art gallery. 

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text || beck

frankie: i'll make you a double quarter pounder, just cheese, that'll make you cry grown man tears

frankie: it'll taste great, don't worry about the taste, the taste will be fine

frankie: i need a pasta extruder. and a way to make the cheese work.

frankie: excuse me?!?!?!!?

beckett: now we are talking, that's the kind of food you should feed me

beckett: fine... i guess i can trust you for once

beckett: this is sounding too experimental, i don't know if this would work

beckett: i said what i said

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c a r t e r 

it had been one of those days. one of those days where carter just needed to get out of the hotel. his shift was finished and he just needed out. he said goodbye to his colleagues before grabbing his belongings and heading through the lobby before noticing a familiar face. a familiar face that he hadn’t seen in years. a face that brought back memories of when he was younger. carter was a little shocked to see beckett here. what was he doing in the new york city let alone the arconia. there was no way of avoiding him really because he could tell that the other had seen him too. carter looked at the other as they reached one another. “hey, yeah you too. what you doing here?” carter asked not waiting around for the small talk that he knew would be awkward for the both of them. 

THIS INTERACTION WASN’T GOING TO BE that of two old friends catching up. in fact, the word friends had stopped being a word to describe what they were long time ago. “i work here,” he replied with a semblance of a smile although it doesn’t take long for the smile to dissolve. “also, you know, i’m from new york so i live here. what are you doing here? i thought you’d be in toronto.” not like carter didn’t have the right to move somewhere else, but he just wanted to hide the fact that he’d known carter had been working here for a few months and he had just been actively avoiding him. “how long are you staying?” maybe he should just bid his goodbye and move on, what was the point of small talk? he was sure it wouldn’t achieve anything.

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t e d d y

          “OH NO,” INSTINCTIVELY FALLS FROM her lips at his words, wide eyes with worry as to what beck could possibly tell her. teddy nods along slowly to his words, an unimpressed sigh falling from her lips.            “sounds like a party,”              she quips sarcastically with a not so subtle roll of her eyes. she should’ve been used to annoying guests like the one beck had described by now, yet every time it felt like the biggest annoyance.            “well, thanks for the warning,”              teddy muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.            “that’d be such a tragedy but i can’t help that i’m just so darn clumsy and he’s in my way.”

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“MY PLEASURE,” he says with a grin. selfishly, he was content that he didn’t have to deal with that person anymore. “you are only human, it just happens.” the visual of teddy slipping a drink on this insufferable human being was hilarious and kinda wish he could also reserve a table just to see it happening. “oh his poor brand new tom ford suit that he couldn’t shut up about, what a tragic accident.” he let out a laugh, shaking his head and harboring a slight sense of guilt for wishing it could happen. “so before all of this happens, how are you?”

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text || beck

frankie: pick a mcdonalds sandwich. any of them. i'll make you wish you'd never eaten any of them before.

frankie: WAIT A MINUTE

frankie: what if

frankie: WHAT IF I MADE STRING CHEESE. OUT OF OTHER CHEESES. would the format of the cheese make it easier on you?

frankie: you're so lucky you're my friend or else i'd never offer you a single plate of food again.

beckett: are gonna add green stuff? because if you are, i dont want it

beckett: ...

beckett: WHAT?

beckett: uhhh i guess i could try that although it's not a problem of texture but taste

beckett: i don't know if that makes me lucky actually

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STARTER FOR: @itsjuniper-c​

WITH AN EDGEWORN BOOK ABOUT THE COLD WAR IN HIS HAND, he’s on his way to take his break and order an ice tea. of course, he’s made sure that june is not at the coffee bar. it’s tiresome to play this hide and seek game but even more tiresome was to pretend that he’d stopped talking to her out of sheer loss of interest and not something more personal. he’s been sitting there for a couple of minutes, half of his attention on the pages of the book while the other half made sure that no awkward encounters happened. as he turns the page, he catches a glimpse of her that for a second felt as if he was hallucinating and that would have been much better than the reality. his first instinct is to hide behind his book, but no matter how big this hard cover is it could hardly hide him. in a matter of seconds his brain goes from pretending he hadn’t seen her to acknowledging her presence ( i mean how could he not when his stomach still fluttered at the sight of her). sheepishly, he closes the book and offers her a small almost apologetic smile. “hey,” he says and his tone comes out a bit dry out of nervous although it might as well be interpreted as detachment. “i didn’t know you worked today,” he adds, fidgeting with the leather cover of the book. “uh, i was actually about to go and take some air, but it was nice seeing you.” it was so much easier to cut the conversation before it started.

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text || beck

frankie: i absolutely could give mcdonalds a run for their money, what the fuck is that about?! i could run mcdonalds into the ground

frankie: i could give mcdonalds a run for their money OF COURSE I COULD i'm offended

frankie: normal is like, normal tasting. like string cheese. but more delicious. and less plastic

frankie: beeeeccckkkk open your mindddd and your taste buds i beg you

beckett: okay there, i wouldn't go THAT far

beckett: i have some doubts

beckett: that sounds like something you'd say to convince me plus trashing string cheese doesn't help your case

beckett: excuse you, i am very open-minded but it's not my fault that my taste buds are picky

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STARTER FOR: @novaleereign​

"DO YOU HAVE PLANS FOR THIS WEEKEND?" he asks, knowing that is not a common occurrence for him to show any interest in people's weekend plans. "i have to go to this store and pick — and maybe return, some stuff my mom bought but every time i go to that store the person tries to set me up with her granddaughter and maybe if i don't go alone, she could leave me alone," he explains, letting out a sigh. "i might even buy you coffee or an ice cream, whatever you want after."

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STARTER FOR: @santosnosaint​

PRYING MADE HIM DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE. it was certainly ironic since he wanted to become a journalist, but to him there was a difference between trying to find the truth rather than just trying to get some gossip. the entertainment section was NOT his favorite. having grown up under the spotlight of his mother, he knew a thing or two about the business and that was enough for him to know how toxic it was, but it was part of the public interest and part of his internship. he didn’t know a lot about cassandra santos, other than what he’d read in previous profiles of her and her wikipedia page. granted, he hadn’t watched any of her films which did make him wonder if he was the right person to try to convince her to do this interview. he’d seen her a few times on the lobby but so far he hadn’t said a word to her, but his boss was pressuring him and the time was limited so when he saw her on the lobby he approached her without giving himself time for any second guessing. “miss santos,” he says, a bit nervously at first before clearing his throat. “my name is beckett morgan, i work here at the hotel but i’m also doing an internship for the new york times,” he continues and he knows that he’s already way passed the time of the elevator pitch, so he goes straight to the point. “would you be interested in being interview for a profile?”

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noa​:

@noahamilton: okay yay  @noahamiliton: thank you thank you  @noahamiliton: well you should go one year. its real fun @noahamiliton: okay sounds great. i can meet you downstairs?

@beckettmorgan: no problem. it’s gonna be nice to have some company @beckettmorgan: uh… i probably would never go. it’s not my scene really @beckettmorgan: downstairs sounds good!

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text || beck

frankie: i hate you

frankie: i give you the best nuggets, a-hole

frankie: IT'S JUST NORMAL CHEESE.

frankie: BECAUSE IT'S BETTER

frankie: seriously?

frankie: please try it?

beckett: hate is a very strong word

beckett: you could give mcdonalds a run for their money

beckett: having to reiterate that it's "NORMAL" cheese doesn't make it any better

beckett: i will try it but i know chances are that i won't like it

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text || beck

frankie: kids eat and like mcdonalds. that eliminates your argument.

frankie: ... you're losing your one way ticket into getting more than freezer nuggets at 2 in the morning.

frankie: just a few cheeses. nothing wild and stinky. think a pizza that's more flavorful. gouda, parmesano, pecorino romano, mozarella, maybe some confit tomatos chopped really small so you can't even tell them apart from the cheese but they just give a nice tang. or some dijon mustard.

frankie: truffle oil. yes. truffle infused butter.

beckett: if anything that makes me win the argument... mcdonalds is fucking awesome. a classic. the citizen kane of fast food.

beckett: you talk as if you were the only place where i can get nuggets at 2 am.

beckett: gouda. that's a no for me. i haven't tried it but doesn't sound good. why can't you make a normal grilled cheese sandwich with just bread, cheddar and butter?

beckett: also, im, uh, allergic to mustard

beckett: truffle oil sounds fancy. i dont like it

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STARTER FOR: @carterwtf​

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PEOPLE DON’T KNOW HOW EASY is to avoid someone or maybe beckett had turned it into a skill, a form of art he had mastered over the years. growing up the way he did, he often felt like he was dodging people as if he was dodging bullets. people just like bullets had a permanent effect on a person and that is something beck avoided overall, being permanently scarred by someone again. he probably should have quit when he found out that carter was working at the hotel as well, but damned be his strong sense of responsibility and quitting after a month was unbecoming of him. for four months, he avoided carter even if really he had no reason to, in fact, he hated how that made him look guilty for a crime he hadn’t committed. but even the best at avoiding can’t escape a small place like the lobby of a hotel. by the time his eyes land on carter is to late to retrieve and even if he’d wanted to, he was frozen by panic, like a child who just was caught breaking an expensive vase. “hey,” he mumbles beneath his breath, unsure if his former friend even heard it. “it’s nice to see you.” is it really? well, yes, despite everything it was nice to see a ghost of the past. it wasn’t a chance that happened everyday.

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text || beck

frankie: you are a man with the tastebuds of a six year old, you can't handle my cheese.

frankie: shush you love me

frankie: i can't believe we're friends, i fucking hate you. let me make you a really really good grilled cheese with other than plastic cheese.

beckett: you say that as if that were an insult which is not

beckett: kids know about food, period

beckett: meh, sometimes you are alright

beckett: fine but you need to give me a list of all the ingredients you're gonna use, i need to approve them