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[[ mayor ]] does a change of clothes help you pretend that the past you has been fully erased?

Admittedly in the past I wore some pretty tragic outfits, but it was the 90s, so who hasn’t? I can’t erase those argyle patterned and leather mini skirt decisions. At least I learned from my mistakes.

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Scarlett bought pieces for some of the queens at the drag club pro-bono. When she lived in Oakland, she found herself busying herself at the drag club and making friends with the performers; she had always appreciated the art and the hard work the queens put into the shows. She was thrilled when she discovered there was one by this small town when she first moved here. "Oh honey, if you needed new lashes why didn’t you just say so?” She started jotting that note down in her phone. “I slept with a guy a few times back home and he just sends me bottles and bottles of free wine so I guess we’re both on that mooching train. Did you do anything special in routine for this exceptional treatment?”

“No but seriously though I think tonight is my fucking lucky night and the stars have aligned in my favor for once. I found $5 in this wig before I put it on and then a guy tipped me $20 during my performance. Who tips a drag queen $20? I wanna find this guy and suck his dick because he just brought me some new fucking lashes.” Jake just let out a snort laugh after realising what they had just said.

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mayor zeff’s dare (closed.)

It was poetic that Scarlett stood in front of ugly blazer guy’s house in the middle of the night with rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls of toilet paper, because in her own words she was: A. Grown. Ass. Woman. Ultimately it was on her because she accepted to play the game and she chose dare and how would it look if she backed out now? 

Already three glasses of wine in, she simply thought ‘FUCK IT’ and proceeded to use a quarterback arm to toss the toilet paper all over his property. The trees in the front yard, the mailbox, the fences, the roof, everywhere. If there was a section that wasn’t touched with toilet paper she’d failed. 

Twelve rolls down, she took a break for a couple chugs of her wine. It didn’t taste cheap. 

After twenty minutes she was out of ammunition and completed her dare. At least she wasn’t a wuss. 

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“doubt it,” he shrugged his shoulders, glancing down at her. “i’ve lived on this planet for three decades, and have yet to have tried a wine that tastes anything but cheap. i’ve gone through pinots, rosés, chardonnay, reds, whites, sparkling… need i go on?” he counted off the list on his fingers seemingly unimpressed by the idea of each. he backed out of her touch as she felt the fabric. “at least buy me dinner before you touch my jacket all over,” he complained, straightening the blazer out. “the last time i went shopping? probably over the summer, i got myself some new slacks.” he scratched at his forehead, “thank you for giving me unsolicited fashion advice, but i really think i’m good… i don’t need a stranger to tell me how to dress.”

“don’t take this the wrong way but i take for the type of person that purposely buys cheap wine, but correct me if i’m wrong.” 

scarlett sneered as he backed away. “calm down, sweetheart, i’m not tryna feel you up or nothing; just analyzing how pathetic this blazer is.”

she folded her arms across her chest, eyes still narrowed and her eyebrow arched. “fine. i’m scarlett doherty, personal stylist. now i’m not a stranger to you. happy?”

“and clearly you do because you wear a blazer in public so i’m guessing you dress up for work and you do something, eh, semi-important. probably not that much so but enough to be held in high regards to the citizens of this town. you need to present yourself better.”

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violentparties‌:

scrunching up her nose, indy took the garment from scarlett without a word and led herself into the bathroom to change. looking at herself in the mirror, she could see the older woman’s point — the jumpsuit, the colour of it, did, in fact, bring out her eyes and make them pop. she hated having to admit that other people were right, but scarlett was, and there was no use in pretending otherwise. exiting the bathroom, indy put on a bright smile and did a little twirl, showing off the look scarlett had chosen for her. “how does it look?”

scarlett smirked once indy came out of the bathroom, giving the younger girl a round of applause. she was a genius of course. it was why she was considered the best of the best at her job. “with the right shoes and jewelry it could be perfect. but for right now, it just looks fine.” scarlett bit her tongue, realizing that her tone and words reminded her a little too much of someone she aimed to forget.  “and with your waist all the way up here, you see how the jumpsuit cinches perfectly at your curves? babe, you don’t wanna hide the sexiness you’ve got to offer. have you looked into a personal shopper before, honey?”

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capejay‌:

Jay’s mind is doing too many things at once. Suddenly, his hands want to write, write, write all over everything. There is one part of his brain taking in her words and comprehending them and another part that is absolutely enamored with the unique dimensions of this woman.

“Jesus ch– you are extremely beautiful,” he claims. “Er – not in a I’m hitting on you kind of way. Just the truth kind of way? You know? Basically, I promise I want nothing to do with your pants. Being in them, out of them. I’m not really that kind of man.” He realizes after the fact that this makes it sound like he is interested in men. “Although – are those pants designer?” Okay, wow, yeah. Really doubling down on this interested in men vibe…well, nothing wrong with that. It is more so just inaccurate, as Jay doesn’t often have sexual feelings at all. For anyone.  

“But, please, I’m horrible. I’m sure you know that you are much more than simply your appearance. Tell me more about this fallen relationship. He loved you, and would do anything for you? You were actually in love, but it wasn’t enough to stay monogamous? Fascinating.”

It wasn’t rare that she’d been called beautiful by random person in a random setting, and while she was well aware of how captivating her physical appearance was, it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate hearing other people acknowledge it. 

“Sweetie, please, this rambling of yours is embarrassing for the both of us,” she commented, wincing as his awkward attempt to cover up his ‘not-hitting-on-her’ remark. “But yes, they are designer. Frame Denim. American made.”

Narrowing her eyes, though she did offer her personal anecdote, she questioned whether her information was safe with him. “I wasn’t in love,” she quickly corrected, sure to make that clear. “It wasn’t love. For me it wasn’t. Ya ever react to something because it was expected of you to react that way? It was the... right way to act?”

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nvnchalants‌:

scarlett startled him by actually dragging him out of his seat and into the nearest store, and augustus was a little too bewildered to argue. frankly, he was appreciative for the advice. maybe an update on his wardrobe might make his social life a little better, although… “wait, i can’t afford an update!” he exclaimed as they passed through the doorway. “i really appreciate you trying to help me, but i barely afforded the shirt you hate…”

“awww, babe,” she soothed, caressing his jaw with her manicured fingers. “this is all on me. i can’t with good conscious let you walk around like that and expect you to afford all of it on your own. sweetie, don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look like you make that much money.” the smile that pulled on her lips could almost be interpreted as condescending. almost. “now, tell me: what does you average day to day look like?”

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carasim‌:

Cara nodded along as Scarlett spouted her philosophy. Her wide eyes certainly took it all in, though whether or not Cara agreed was a different story. She didn’t necessarily disagree, though she hoped there were some people who minded values outside of image – compassion, empathy, integrity. They had to matter to some people. It was one of her concerns about her dive into professional acting.

Cara minded Scarlett’s word and dutifully followed her to her extravagant car. She looked at Scarlett, a bit surprised, given the time of day. “Uh, I have homework, so I probably shouldn’t get drunk, but I could maybe sip a drink. And you can drink if you want, of course.”

“You have... homework.” Scarlett (interally) had to commend Cara’s loyalty to her studies. It wasn’t like the older woman could relate all that much; she got exceptional grades in high school but she never made it that much of a priority, not when her parents’ marriage was crumbling and she didn’t live at home for mot of her high school career. Not to mention she didn’t go to college.

“I’m sure whatever professor you have could cut you some slack, I mean...” She unlocked her car and slid in the driver’s seat. “You’re a busy bee. You’re out here with a big girl job. They’ve got to understand, right? Don’t make me drink alone, sweetie.”

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miss doherty, care for a game of truth or dare?

Normally I don’t care for juvenile activities such as these, but I’m up for a little bit of entertainment. Feelin’ bold; I’ll go with dare.

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violentparties‌:

“fiiiine,” indy said, smile on her face despite the sarcasm and whine in her tone. though this conversation had been a bit of a knock to her self-esteem, she couldn’t help but think that trying on the older woman’s clothes would be at least a little bit fun. it would be like dressing up in costume, she thought, being able to assume to role of somebody else for a small amount of time. “but you’re not touching my hair.”

“not even if it meant to see what you would look like a brunette?” indy and scarlett weren’t twins. but they both had big green doe eyes and high cheek bones. if she cut her hair to scarlett’s length and died it the same color, they could look alike in passing. “no more wearing oranges and reds. you have a cooler tone to your skin so they’re going to wash you out, sweetie.” scarlett pulled a sleeveless navy blue full length lace up jumpsuit with a flare pant. “now this will compliment your eyes. you know, my mom never thought i could pull something like this off. but it’s one of my pieces that gets tons of compliments.”

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nvnchalants‌:

augustus looked back down at his shirt, almost pouting a bit. “what’s so bad about it?” he asked as he looked back up. augustus was never a fashion icon, but he did take pride in his appearance. “i thought it looked… neat. has my money really gone down the drain? that’s disappointing, to say the least.”

“well, for starters, the color is just dreadful and not in season right now so we don’t want you wearing cooler colors in the middle of september.” she placed her hands on his shoulders then started fussing with his hair. “sweetie, you just have such a handsome face i don’t want it to be overshadowed by ugly clothing.” scarlett pulled his hand and started dragging him to nearest men’s boutique. “c’mon, babe. we’re going to fix this right now.”

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waterblossoms‌:

giulia did her damnedest to swallow the hard pill of truth, as the woman seemed to get where the italian was coming from. as if she made herself an open book, the petite girl wanted to face palm at the sudden failure but she didn’t want to show even more embarrassment. “oh god, do i sound like that?” trying to lighten up the atmosphere as she ran delicate fingers through own luscious, as a small giggle passed her lips. “sad? i wasn’t sad, just reminiscing is all.”

patting down the oversized sweater as giulia wasn’t sure whether or not to stay put or venture around the spaceous living room. she always let curiosity get the best of her at times, but considering the situation; it was probably best to sit and wait. eyes focused on her fingers as giulia fiddled with them she heard the woman return almost instantly. the younger female’s optics locked instantly on the glasses that the other had carried towards her. “a vineyard, free wine bottles.” smiling deviously as giulia placed her eyes back to scarlett, “normally i’d decline but that’d be rude so… count me in.” not being able to maintain excitement of getting free drinks, giulia couldn’t stay put on the couch. “also… that sounds like one hell of a deal. but what do you give him in return?”

“nudes,” she responded solemnly without missing a beat. scarlett couldn’t last even ten seconds before bursting out into laughter. “no, babe,” she took a sip of her wine, “let’s just say i’m memorable enough to get free wine for the rest of my life. he’s married now but i’m the one with the benefits.” she then gestured to her wine cart. of course scarlett would never involve herself in an affair with a married person. her mentality a result of the many affairs her father had when she was a child. 

“cabernet sauvignon from napa valley,” she announced, holding the wine glass to giulia. “he wasn’t exactly a boyfriend, actually. we fucked in high school. multiple times. guess he’ll never let it go. fucking asshole. imagine that: he’s got the world in the palm of his hand... a beautiful wife and he’s still lusting over something that happened almost 15 years ago.” she took a large gulp from her glass. “don’t ever repeat that i said that. it’ll make me feel so fucking old.”

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