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calliopejade:

Calliope was intrigued the more the minutes passed by with Emira. She wanted to know more about her, about her life. She didn’t know if the other woman was the type to share things like that, but she hoped she could find out. “Where exactly are you from?” she asked in response to her. She had a feeling that it probably wasn’t true, but she wasn’t going to say that. “Fine, if you’re really sure,” she told her with a smile. She would be stupid to turn down a free coffee. As they reached the counter, Calliope just ordered a black coffee, preferring the strong taste of that over something full of sugar and cream or milk. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

”The beautiful and iconic land of Turkey.” She replied proudly. Most people -- most Americans knew nothing of her homeland, but assumed the wildest things about it because of it’s Middle Eastern positioning. With hope Calliope wouldn’t be one of those people. Nodding, she let the woman order first before smirking and adding “-- And an Americano.” And jutting her card towards the barista. “Of course, it’s nothing, really. “ Emira shrugged. Maybe the part of her that liked to show off so she felt important enjoyed buying people things perked up the woman. “ Should we get a table? I find you interesting and since I’ll be waiting a moment, I might as well sit and enjoy it with company.”

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bigbabybash:

“Aye, in a suit.” He chortled, shaking his head. Bash understood his reasonings were strange, if only because he had been told on multiple occasions. There was just something so peace about the dead. Alive, people where creatures of habit who fought tooth and nail for their own comfort, but a dead body never hurt anyone. They were innocent, pure in Bash’s eyes, and they deserved his respect. It was the least he could do, wear a suit, dig a grave, and file away a shell of human life for the rest of eternity. He kept the revelation to himself, never one to share his deeper thoughts with the living. 

Bash’s moment of thought was interrupted by the bat of her lashes and wandering of her eyes causing a blush to take up residence under the layer of dirt on his face. “Can’t help it. I’m a sick bastard, but I always mind my tongue. I can tell you that much.” He raised an eyebrow at her, excited by the way she handled his crass demeanor.  “I’d love to show you some time.” Bash chuckled as he crudely adjusted himself before leaning an elbow on top of the bar so he could rest his head against his fist. “Dig you a hole, I mean. Everyone knows best place to drink yourself to death is in the cemetery.”

Bewildered by how bizarre he was, Emira couldn’t help but find some amusement in the man’s character, as he was to unashamed about being strange. It was actually something to admire given that they lived in a society so caught up on being normal in other people’s eyes. Even Emira cared way too much what people thought about here, needing them to find her pretty, smart, classy, and everything enviable under the sun. “Clearly.” She snickered, sick somewhat of an understatement and yet and overstatement as well. “ Some people find comfort in strange things -- some find death appealing and calming in it’s own way. “ She shrugged a moment later, being somewhat gothic herself in most ways. “ So long as you aren’t doing anything filthy to the corpses I suppose someone has to dig them.”

With a sigh, Emira sipped her drink, the interesting conversation making her considerably less cranky, probably because it was taking her mind of food. When he leaned in, she paused, wide amber eyes flashing up and down over him before snickering in amusement again. “ You’d like to take me to see a hole you’ve dug? I have to say that there’s a first for everything -- though you have an interesting way of trying to get company for the evening. How can I be sure you wont drag me somewhere and push me in? I’m rather fond of living at the moment.”

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ht-ryder:

“You’ll look like the most beautiful, badass lady there,” H.T. grinned. “Pardon my language,” he added, remembering what Eve had told him about watching his swearing in front of clients. “I understand completely.” As she spoke, he felt a knot untangle itself in his stomach, and subconsciously he relaxed his shoulders slightly. Exhaling, he refocused, determined to do his best - an evening of compliments, fancy drinks, and little appetizers? Sure, he could knock that out of the park.

“Of course. You’re my client and you’ll only get my best” He paused, shrugging. “I take it seriously. Now, after you…” he said, opening the door. “After you, miss.” He waited until she was outside, sighing softly at the cool evening air. It was quite nice. “Now, I have to ask - I’m a little confused as to why you hired me. Most of the time when I go to these things, it’s someone who’s…er, a little older, a little less gorgeous and looking like they couldn’t go and get any man or woman they wanted.”

There was a proud smirk at the compliment, Emira living for any sort of praise she could get in regards to her looks. She didn’t go through so much and give up almost everything not to bask in it, so she confidently held her head up high as she looked herself over in the mirror once again at his prompting.” You’re language is the least of my concern, so long as you mind it in front of anyone important.” She shrugged. One they departed her place, Emira exhales, nerves getting to her a bit as it wasn’t the type of party where she could just let loose and not care about anything. The pressure that she put on herself to be perfect was ten times greater than any her father would ask of her, but it wasn’t him she was doing it for.

When H.T. asked a question, pulling Emira from her thoughts, the confidence around her faltered a bit. “I...” She began, but words failed her for a second, turning her head and clearing her throat to make it look like she had paused to cough. “I felt like having arm candy that could take orders. “ It wasn’t a complete lie -- she liked bossing people around , but she could have gotten a hot date if she laid on the charm to some guy. But her pride and insecurity were a dangerous mix, Emira not always in the mood to throw herself at anyone and fake humility on her part to seem more approachable. Her track record with dating was a nightmare, and there was a fear that she had given herself a bad name among suitors because of it. “ My father is a very important man -- I can’t be seen with some frat boy who’ll get drunk and pass out in the coat room.”

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owen-teo:

“It is indeed my first time here” he confirmed “I’m still sort of new to Las Vegas so the bright side if that there’s still so much I don’t know about”. Just like her, he looked around the room to once again soak up in the particular atmosphere. “I have to admit that none of the parties I’ve been to before today really compare. This is… sumptuous”. On the other hand, he could imagine her being used to this kind of event. It was something about her appearance and then men in their direct environment. “Would it be possible for you to give me a small tour of the place?”

“Well congratulations on your first time. The Calhoun’s throw quite a party,but I have to say that they’ve outdone themselves this time in particular. No expense was spared, clearly.” She smirked. She liked the Calhoun family, which was saying something since she found reason to dislike anyone in her circle who was almost as rich as her. They made up for being a threat to her by being so fucked up within their family. “I wouldn’t put it past them to have real gold trim on the wait staff just to say that they did.”  A smile graced her face when Owen offered her an opportunity to get away from the boring company she’d been keeping, eyes lighting up as she nodded. “ Why yes, I would love to. What a terrible local I would be if I didn’t show a newcomer the ropes. Shall we go now?” She asked with hopefully eyes.

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cassieontop:

There was some rich old guy laughter and mutterings over Cassie’s response, as if she were proposing anything that involved more time with them. Thankfully, Emira was pulling her away before anything was proposed by them, and Cassie giggled the way until they wouldn’t be heard. “I know right? They must have some hope that we’re gold diggers willing to fake it until they drop dead. I mean, I like older men but not old men.” She faked a gag at the thought of touching either of them. “And they have no shame, we could be their granddaughters.”

It was exactly what they thought -- Emira knew most of those men were in the market for a third or fourth wife, but it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her. “ Well, you wouldn’t have to fake it for long, at least.” She snickered, glancing over her shoulder and the men who time had poorly weathered. No matter how expensive their suit was or how large their houses were, they were still ravished by time enough to make most young ladies cringe, and that was what they hated most. “ Shame and wealthy do not make decent bedfellows -- money gets you everything you want and when it doesn’t , in that rare case, people are left to resort to depravity.” Emira informed the younger woman. “ But we aren’t, and that’s why they think it’s okay. Let them see a man their age do the saw to their actual heirs and they’d be so offended they would forget that they’re the same way. That’s how these men are.”

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calliopejade:

Calliope nodded slowly. “Damn, to hell and back, that’s pretty far,” she said. “Buying something online could have saved you time for sure, but I guess you’re right. It’s probably more enjoyable to get to go and try things on and spend time wandering around different stores until your feet hurt,” she said with a shrug. She allowed Emira to tug her to the bar, she was never going to be against going over to the bar. “To free booze,” she agreed. “That sounds like a great plan.” She smiled. “Aside from those boring dickheads you were stuck with, how has the night been treating you?”

Emira was never going to not glow at a compliment, but when Calliope gave her one it felt genuine. Her ‘friends’ gave her fake praise laced with venom and lies that Emira smiled along to bitterly because she knew they were only saying it to have said they did. Cheering with the girl, the delicious sound of glasses clinking made the Turk smile, taking a sip and humming in relaxation and delight before giving a muffled chuckle. “ Oh it’s been dreadful -- those men? Wealthy, all of them, but for every million they’ve made they’ve lost all their charm. But my father wants their business, so of course, I had to play the role I was born to play.” She rolled her eyes in disgust. “Look over there -- do you see that tall man with the very blonde hair? He’s some Swedish businessman and I’ve been wanting to introduce myself all night but there’s been a wall of women around him since he walked in. It’s  shame, because he would make a fantastic candidate for a husband. Oh, and that one of there -- rather scandalous, but his father has made millions in the porn industry and he’s quite the charitable one because of it, I hear. “ Emira smiled. “ Have you heard any good gossip tonight?”

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you-dontknow-jack:

The fact that the woman laughed at him did not improve Jack’s mood in the least. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Everything she was doing was just making him angrier and he ground his teeth together hard as she mocked him and then went on some sort of power trippy rant about how she was too rich and powerful for him to possible have an effect on her, or something. He wasn’t listening very intently. “I’m not American.” He gritted out, at least not entirely. He was proud of his heritage, in spite of the complicated relationship he had with its macho culture. Then she all but dared him to make good on his demand that she leave and it was too tempting for Jack to resist. Glaring at her, he shifted in his stool like he was going to turn away and sipped his drink…while hooking her stool with his foot and pulling hard enough to make sure it tipped over. “Oops.” He said, low and mostly into his glass. 

As she waited for her drink, still snickering at the man beside her,Emira’s thoughts began to wander to other places. It was only as a jolt brought her back to reality , a gasp sounding as she was no longer seated that she came to, looking to the man as a few people around moved to help her up, having seen her fall. Cheeks flushed with rage as she knew too well what he’d done, and as  as soon as she was upright, Emira was stomping towards the man. Her face flushed with anger, Emira lifted her hand, palm coming down on the man’s face hard enough for the noise from the slap to draw more attention. “ How dare you?! You filthy animal! You think you have the right to call shots here? You? A nobody? You think you own this place? “ She shouted. “ Security!” She screamed out, but having noticed the commotion, two men in black suits -- one her own family’s personal security -- were already on their way over. “ This man just attacked me and everybody saw it! Adam, get this scum out of here this minute!” She ordered, her hired hand wasting no time gripping the stranger and dragging him towards the door as Emira turned on her heel in a fit of rage to find two people she knew with their hands extended to help her go to the bathroom to fix herself.

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5/29

Emira

Fox

King

Dimitri

Tito

Everette

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TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)

[text]: send me pictures

[text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?

[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU

[text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore

[wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)

[wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore

[wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!

[wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho

[text]: i love you so fucking much

[text]: i hate you

[drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U 

[text]: i cannot stop thinking about you

[text]: i need you. now.

[text]: please respond. im so worried about you

[text]: last night was so GOOD

[text]: what are you wearing? ;)

[text]: is he bigger than me?

[text]: did you sleep with her ?!

[text]: you’re just a slut

[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!

[drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot

[drunk text]: im iss youu

[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

[text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !

[text]: i want you naked.

[text]: are you going to the party on saturday?

[text]: i want to show you how much i love you

[text]: do you hate me?

[text]: i’m so sorry

[text]: WAS THAT A SEXT

[text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..

[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off

[text]: netflix and chill? 

[drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss

[text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol 

[text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)

[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

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Merve bolugur

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calliopejade:

If telling some uptight old men to fuck off wasn’t satisfying enough, the reactions she got from them and from Emira were. Calliope smirked. “I’m full of surprises, it’s one of my special skills,” she said, sounding like she was joking when she was actually being totally serious. She smiled at the other woman, and glanced down at her own attire. “I know. Thank you though. Mm, shopping might have been fun. How far did you have to go?” she asked. The blonde shrugged. “Free booze, babe,” she replied. “You’re right though, this isn’t really an environment I thrive in, but I’m trying,” she said, sipping her drink.

Every the endless source of amusement, Emira was happy to be dragged away by Calliope for a number of reasons. Calliope knew how to have sun and wasn’t ashamed of anything, much like Emira herself, only Calliope didn’t have anything holding her back from risking it all -- that, Emira envied. “Clearly.” She remarked in response to the skill. “To hell and back -- I would have been better off buying something online or having it made for me, but that takes all the fun out of shopping, doesn’t it? Countless hours trying on clothing is basically the American dream, isn’t it?” Emira snickered. Grabbing at the woman’s arm, Emira tugged Calliope towards the bar, laughing at the woman’s reasoning for being there. “ Well, you aren’t wrong -- to free booze then? Let’s make sure the Calhoun’s didn’t pay for all this to go to waste, shall we?”

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you-dontknow-jack:

“My friend.” He corrected, pointedly, narrowing his eyes at the woman. The fact that she was being so snarky did not endear her to him, since that kind of thing generally put him on edge. Grinding his teeth slightly, he glared over at her, knowing this was not the friendly face he was supposed to be portraying but that was hard for Jack at the best of times. “I was trying to be polite. Since you’re not taking the hint, I’ll just say it: I don’t want company. Don’t sit there.” Maybe being incredibly direct would work. Jack had often been told he was too blunt or rude but it wasn’t like he intended to change, especially not for a bunch of snooty rich people. 

She had moved her focus back to the bartender, who gestured for her to wait a moment as he mixed another drink, Emira rolling her eyes at having to be patient. It was then that he eyes moved back to the man, a smirk on her face turning to a laugh as he told her flat out to move. The giggle fit lasted a good twenty seconds before she looked at him with obvious amusement on her face. “ Don’t sit there.” She mocked in a deeper voice than her own. “ How sweet -- are you trying to intimidate me? Do you think that you scare me?” She chuckled. “ You Americans think that you’re so tough... You’re so pleased with yourself, aren’t you? I don’t care if you want company or not because I had no intention of starting a conversation with you, but whether you like it or not, I’m sitting here. If you don’t want to see me then you can move somewhere else. You might be stupid enough to think that you can scare me but I know you aren’t dumb enough to lay a hand on me and short of pushing me out of this chair, you wont be getting me to move until I’m good and ready.” She laughed.

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cassieontop:

Cassie smiled at the men, offering her hand out to the one closest to her, giving him the benefit of touching her. He shook her hand with both of his own, and she offered a “Pleasure,” in greeting. It wasn’t a pleasure, and she had a very strong feeling that every word coming from Emira’s mouth was coated in sweetened sarcasm. “Oh I’m sure,” She put on her best ‘you’re so interesting and handsome’ voice. Cassie hadn’t come here to network, she’d come here for fun. “But of all nights, perhaps this isn’t the one for discussing work.” Her brows lifted in hope, batting her lashes to get what she wanted - absence from a boring conversation. 

Emira was used to talking to men, but stroking their egos was something of a stomach-churning task. Cassie seemed to handle it with ease, maybe even enjoy it. It made Emira snicker under her breath. At the other girl’s cue, EMira perked up. “ That reminds me, I need to use the ladies room -- would you come with me?” She smiled, not waiting for Cassie to answer before she pulled her off in a direction that for all she knew could possibly lead to the bathrooms. “ Dear God, how do they possible retain so much hope at that age? Do they really think we’re that desperate?” She snickered once a few feet away.

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you-dontknow-jack:

It hadn’t taken long for Jack to lose track of Carina since approximately everyone in Vegas was packed into this place, or at least that’s what it seemed like to Jack. His view of humanity in general was kind of dim so being around this many people put him on edge, even more so when he’d lost track of one of the people that could keep him at least a little grounded. He’d quickly worked his way out of the thick of the crowd, trying to find somewhere he could wait out the allotted hour where he wouldn’t have to interact with too many people. He manages to overhear, completely by accident, about some sort of underground party taking place in some lower floor that’s supposed to have better entertainment and some kind of card games. Definitely thinking it sounds like more of his kind of place than up here, Jack finds his way down there. He already feels more at home when he gets there and sees that there’s a real bar and fewer people. The scantily clad dancers don’t do it for him but whatever. Jack makes a beeline for the bar and orders a Black Russian, just settling there and figuring he can live and drink there until he has to go up and find Carina. His hopes of doing it alone are dashed almost immediately, though, when someone slides onto the seat beside him. Glancing at them, Jack frowns. “That seat’s taken.” It isn’t, but the other person doesn’t have to know that. 

Exhaling heavily, playing dress up had it’s time, and as the hours passed, the time did as well. Her wig was beginning to itch and the bright lights making her costume hotter than she thought it would, so Emira opted to sit a while and sneak a drink while not under the watchful eye of her father. As she slid into the first empty seat she saw with a silent breath outward of relief, a gruff voice called her attention.  “Really? By whom, a ghost?” She smirked, brow cocked as that old line did nothing for her. Even if someone was sitting there and stepped off for a moment, they were gone now and Emira didn’t really care.” You people have a saying out here...what is it.. Oh! Yes! I don’t see a name on it.  And since this isn’t a wedding,  I don’t think anyone can claim a seat, so tough luck.”

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foxythiefcal:

“I’m glad to hear it.” Cal had assumed she would play along, if she was in the least bit smart, and he was happy to see that she was. They both excused her, Cal amused that she promised to come back when he was fairly certain she had no intention of doing so, and then they were away from the elderly group and she was free. Almost as soon as they were in the clear, she let go of him and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her. “Gratitude is appreciated in all forms, though I would certainly enjoy a dance. If that’s not to your liking, then at least some intriguing conversation?” Normally Cal’s fee for rescuing anyone was a kiss but if she was already reluctant to dance with him, he doubted his chances of getting a kiss were very high. He’d have to save that request for later. 

It was her recent conversation that dried up whatever little tolerance for anything at all that Emira had, and as she didn’t know the strange man, she wasn’t sure he wasn’t whisking her away to do the same slobbering those others had. Still, the annoying conditioning of her upbringing forced her to smile, at least allowing him the dance since it was why she wandered in the first place and she was sure they were still watching. “ Alright then,” She sighed as she pulled her boa back over her elbows. “ I do hope you planned on leading. Are you sure yo’ll be able to manage with your.... Is that actually a cane? Wow...”