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there’s something about the buzz of alcohol in her veins that slows everything down, and for a moment there’s nothing but bliss in the air. she’s ripped from the internal paradise at the sound of a voice, her eyes opening in slow-motion, a lazy grin spreading across her painted dark lips. her body doesn’t cease moving, a rhythmic side-to-side motion starting from her hips. “rianna,” she repeats, testing the way it sounds. it feels sweet in her mouth, and the grin grows. “beautiful name.”

she takes a sip of the vodka in her cup, wiping it up from her chin with the back of her hand, smearing her lipstick a bit in the process. “you’re a groupie too, yeah? i’ve definitely seen you around, then.” cocking her head to the side, she furrows her eyebrows playfully. “what’s a girl like you doing following around a group of idiots on tour?”

starter for @memphisms

it’s late but the gig is just getting started. bass flows heavy through the room during set changes- a one-time thing to help promote the up and coming bands of la. the room is so hot its stifling and mariana has a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, body swaying to the music as she scans the room. her eyes light up upon seeing a familiar face- a groupie, just like her, that she’s seen at all events like this, just as eagerly following her band as marianas was for following her own. 

its when she sees the way the girl leans into another girl, pretty but overall dull in her t-shirt and shorts that don’t fit right, that mariana decides to approach memphis. her eyes trail along her frame, appreciating everything openly as she nudges the other girl to the side. its easy to ignore the disgruntled shout when mariana is finally looking memphis in the eye. “hey, i’ve seen you at a few of these events before, right?” she begins, never ceasing her rhythmic sway to the beat. her eyes flick to the stage to watch the progression before returning to the brunette. “i’m mariana. people i actually like, though, get to call me rianna.”

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rydonovans‌:

just how quickly ryan was able to draw a connection between a sudden outburst and one memphis fox really ought to be concerning. alas, he was less than shocked to find a strange male cradling his face and the girl standing somewhat victoriously. ryan hardly had the chance to shoot her a look of disappointment before his half-drained beer was being pried from his grasp and the both of them were shoved out into the alley.

“i wouldn’t be mad if you at least gave me some warning to finish my beer before you had to go all wwe, yeah?” her batted eyelashes only earned a frown from ryan, though it became increasingly obvious he was repressing a smirk as he shoved her away. “maybe touch of a woman, not the bloody hulk. now where am i supposed to get a pint for that cheap again?”

memphis let out a groan and looked up at the cloudy sky, unwilling to let ryan see that she was smiling at the hulk comment. “if you want, we can go to a corner store and you can steal a six pack while i distract the cashier with my tits,” she offered, looking back at him. the glint in her eye was mischievous, even if she was kidding-- half kidding-- and being thrown out wasn’t going to stop her from getting the appropriate amount of drunk. 

she rummaged around in her bag and retrieved a cigarette, starting to walk back to the main street beside ryan. “i know that we can afford it, but drinking is always better when there’s at least one illegal aspect to it.”

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@memphisfox: next time somebody sends me a death threat I’m going to send them a picture of me making out with the guy from their icon

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@rydonovans​

it had started off just like any other night-- binge drinking in an unkempt dive bar followed by smoking out the bathroom. it took a turn for the worst, however, when memphis decided she didn’t like the way somebody was speaking to her. though normally she would’ve just given a snarky remark, the vodka warming her bloodstream had given her a burst of unwarranted liquid courage and resulted in him getting a black eye and them being thrown out into the alley.

“jesus christ,” she muttered out, bumping into ryan before straightening out and dusting herself off. she looked over at him apologetically, batting her eyelashes while she smiled.  “don’t be mad. rybear.” she reached out to adjust his shirt. “i thought he would enjoy the touch of a woman!"

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“about as alright as i’ll ever be,” memphis teased, blotting at the bit of coffee that had stained her shirt in the scuffle. “lucky for you this is a shirt i stole from somebody i was sleeping with, so i won’t charge you for damages and emotional suffering.” she paused, the corners of her lips curling up into a playful smirk. “but next time? i’d look both ways if i were you. i’m not somebody you wanna bump into twice.”

jim was stuck on the phone with the owner of a bar, desperately trying to maintain a gig for the violets. while getting into it with the man on the other line, he bumped rather roughly into someone walking past him on the street. “shit…. no. no. not you. hello? hel– fucking whatever.” jim groaned before running after the person he hit, “hey– sorry about that. are you alright?”

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“oh thank god,” memphis spoke with a sigh of relief, taking a seat next to him with little hesitation. “have you ever seen this many people get coffee at once? why is caffeine so important to them? just do crack instead.” once she settled in she pulled a red flask from her bag, pouring a bit of dark liquid into her cup before putting the lid back on.

 she took a long sip before looking back at him. “do you want some?” she asked, smiling. “i have enough for both of us.”

he’d never seen a coffeeshop so busy. all he’d wanted was a quick coffee and a croissant before a meeting, and he’d been greeted with what looked like the entirety of los angeles within this one cafe. arthur had been fortunate enough to slide into the last available table, though admittedly with a little guilt. sighing, the manager placed one long, lean leg over the other as he noticed somebody else struggling to find a table. 

“excuse me! hi.” he smiled, polite as ever, “i have a spare seat, if you’re looking for one?”

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Open Texts

Macy: listen I know its late

Macy: But I still can’t get over the fact that in Addams Family Values they name their son Pubert

Macy: Like what the fuck name is that

Memphis: dude i love the name pubert

Memphis: my first son? gonna be named pubert

Memphis: the second will be throckmorton

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hey guys!! this is the ultimate bad girl memphis so if you read my super short intro and want to plot like this n i’ll come to you or shoot me a message!! i luuuv brainstorming and angst 

(ELIZABETH GILLIES, FEMALE, SHE/HER) i hear MEMPHIS FOX has a link to the band CRASHING CORNERS. the 22 year old is a GROUPIE, apparently. she’s so SENSUAL and CREATIVE, but can also be kind of ENABLING and CHAOTIC. i’m kinda interested in hearing more about them. (Fe, 20, she/her, est)

background

born in brooklyn to a wealthy rockstar from the 90’s

grew up with a love for rock music because of her dad

wild child at heart, loves thrill

avid drug user

always wanted to start her own band but lacks ambition and lbr she’s pretty lazy so she settles for being a groupie instead

has a tendency to enable other peoples bad habits

has a bit of a reputation in the band community, bounced around from band member to band member for a little bit aka a fangirls worst nightmare

likes:

leather, ripped tights, cigarettes, party drugs, bathroom hookups, loud concerts, tour busses, thrift shopping, laughing obnoxiously in public places, taking the train while drunk, having sex then never speaking again, red nail polish, challenges, her pet lizard, 90’s grunge music

dislikes: 

commitment, people who take things too seriously, having to work, dog people, catching feelings, leaving a party too early, waking up before 10 AM

WCs (these are p basic but i LOVE brainstorming so if you just tell me a lil bit about your chara i bet we could come up with something)

ride or die/ bffs

angsty exes

will they/won’t they type thing

somebody she’s a bad influence on

somebody that’s a good influence on her

childhood best friend

something where she has a flirtationship with some band guy and his fans HATE HER for it