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CHAY SUEDE as ARI TRAVESSIA (2022 - 2023)

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just some random info that nobody asked for : this weekend im having two graduation ceremonies/parties ( tonight and tomorrow night ) , and i'm off on vacation on sunday . that being said - time for a lil semi-hiatus! i'll be taking my laptop on the trip, maybe i can do some writing while on the plane ( it's a long flight ) and before bed, but definitely no promises here ! i'll be back only on the 23rd so if u wanna drop threads, etc, just lmk but otherwise i'm sticking with what i have drafted !!

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helena is possibly just as drunk as yuri. she can feel her head spinning a little, her eyes slightly heavier than usual, etc. still, she's been trying her very best to be mindful. of her circumstances, her surroundings. obviously, she's failed miserably in being mindful enough to prevent herself from acting on her stupid fucking desires, but the least she can do now is DAMAGE CONTROL. fact of the matter is, however, that drunk yuri is too cute for her (and helena's) own good. the voice, the completely not innocent glances, the red cheeks, the soft peck in the middle of conversation. helena looks down. get it together, woman. immediately failing, she rubs her thumb on the corner of yuri's lips. the smudge was barely visible, but ever so cautious, helena thought it better to wipe it away for good. "okay, no smudges. you're good. how am i?" she double cheks, even though she's pretty sure yuri would've mentioned something if her face screamed make out. "hm, yeah, i mean, it's not like your hands weren't in my hair or something." the mental facepalm is instantaneous and helena catches herself realising she's a less self-controlled drunk than she thought she was. this is dangerous. there she goes with the glancing again... reactive, helena's eyes find yuri's for a second before she allows them to wander down to her lips and further below before locking in on yuri's again, right in time to catch the wink. "stop it. go. now. before i keep you for god knows how much longer and then our story will have to get more and more elaborate..." what helena wants to do? reach her hand out to grab yuri by the shirt. what she does instead? makes a shooing motion with her hand, as if she's talking to a puppy. not very cutesy.

"thanks !! it's not like we're in a restroom full of mirrors !!" bit counterproductive, given the fact yuri just asked a question. she could have checked her reflection in the mirror, but... she didn't !! a drunk mind was definitely more on the silly side, confirmed by her previous words, but she will digress. "i can definitely feel my cheeks burning, but i'll go ahead and say that it's preeeeeetty normal, isn't it ?? i was mostly asking about, you know... — the visual clues, like... lipstick smudges, and whatnot..." the actress would eventually shrug it all off, ever so nonchalantly.

she had to hold a string of compliments in — she was more than sure if she opened her mouth only for that, they were going to go at it again... not that she minded it !! not at all !! but... the longer they were here, the more suspicious their co-workers could be getting. "that's... not a bad idea !! i could say i was holding your hair, just in case — if-if they ask, of course..." oh, they sure will !! "and... if they get concerned, i'll just tell them i'm going to get you back to the hotel, hmm ??"

yuri was definitely playing a dangerous game; looking down at helena's lips, she leaned in and left a delicate kiss right there and then. "i got it !!" sure thing, miss tipsy. "get ready for an oscar-worthy performace by yours truly !!" prompted by her own words, yuri closed her eyes for a brief moment, and then slowly inched towards the exit. leaning against the door frame, she stole one last glance at the other woman, and winked. christ almighty...

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although rafael's mumble doesn't fly under zeke's drunken radar, he surprisingly decides not to question the other man about it. what's even the point? what's the point of all this, really? as a wave of self-consciousness hits him, zeke sighs. "this was supposed to make things EASIER for both of us, y'know?" by this, he means the breakup. if he could hear himself, he might laugh, really, but from inside his emotionally messy head, breaking up had seemed like the right thing to do for a couple whose careers left little quality time to spend together. "look, i'm not dumb, i knew you'd go off and do what you needed to do, but i didn't think you'd feel the need to be so... PUBLIC with it. i didn't expect this from you." yes, zeke, acting disappointed is absolutely the right approach here. somebody come get him.

rafael tries to take some calming breaths, bringing down his anger so their shouting match doesn't continue. in truth, he was no better than zeke was right now, he could have made BETTER decisions after their breakup but sue him for needing a messy rebound to get over being dumped. he crossed his arms over his chest, mumbling something under his breath before finally sighing. "i may know that but that doesn't mean that i'm not allowed to be hurt about the breakup. and how i choose to get over you is not your place to JUDGE, zeke.

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"right, right - chocolate person by day, girl's girl by night." her tone isn't particularly mocking, but it sure as hell isn't very serious either, piggybacking off of penny's own. honestly, if valentine had to get behind ( or under ) a vigilante, someone who goes around breaking men's noses would be amongst her TOP PICKS, for sure. the woman's shift doesn't go unnoticed. perfect. just like valentine likes it - leave them wondering if she's on board with the flirting or if she's about to break their wrist, then flip the table and catch their reaction. reward tastes like CHOCOLATE. cocky smirks takes over val's lips, and there's not much else to be said or done. flipping through the paperwork on the desk beside her, she sighs. "you know what?" she mindlessly speaks as she scribbles something down on a small note pad. "i've been in the lab all day. could use some sitting." val rips the scribbled sticky note from the bunch, sticking it onto one of the papers in penny's open file. "you ready to get the fuck out of this jailcell?"

"please try to act surprised when i say that i am a bit of a night owl, myself..." well... she wouldn't be stuck here if she wasn't, now, would she ?? "i tend to stay at my store for a long time, messing around and improving recipes... — whenever i feel like it. when i am not doing that, however... i like to play a hero, as you might have noticed..." penelope trailed off, shrugging ever so fondly.

just as she was about to give up on trying to swindle the officer, she comes back swinging with a comment that made the chocolatier's entire body perk up, sending an unusual shiver down her spine. "oh, is that so ??" back at it, again !! "and what if i told you i am not that big of a sitter, myself ?? i'd rather someone else do the sittin'..." responding boldly; she didn't feel like she had a whole lot to lose. life was all about taking calculated risks, but god... was penny bad at math !! "since you're feeling generous, though... i'd love if you found me a much, much better seat..." a pointed pause; doing what the other woman wanted, "pretty please... ??"

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penn lets out a soft laugh that sounds like a mix between a chuckle and a giggle. technically speaking, this is a local business, that's right, but their line of thinking is that a grand first impression is long lasting, and if it gets ianthe back in PSIHI, they shall try their best to satisfy. it seems, in this occasion, that coming to an agreement is what will satisfy this particular guest. "okay, you make a good point there!" they nod a few times. "i'll take off just ONE, but i'll take off whichever is the most expensive, that seems like a fair compromise, right?" their smile widens. the business has been having a somewhat rough start (only manageable due to their parents' KIND initial loan), and although the thought of more guests means more money and that's amazing, penn is truly most honoured that their guest would think to spread good words about the restaurant to her co-workers. "we'll absolutely LOVE to have you guys! if you ever come in big numbers, just give us a quick call before hand and i'll be happy to accommodate you in a more comfortable table!"

ianthe's smile falters only a little, "no, wait, but... can you just take off one, not both? that hardly seems fair. i'm trying to support a local business here!" she insists, eyes wide and blinking up at the self-reported manager of the place. "perhaps we can see each other's lines of thinking after all..."

the platinum blonde's grin grows exponentially when she's finally greeted with a handshake and their name. "pleasure to meet you, penn! i'm sure i will. it's really central to my office, so i bet i drop in often, maybe even with some colleagues?" she offers, wiggling a bit in her seat.

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half-way through working on my drafts rn.......... i need to get some actual paid work done tho so i'll be back later !! i did queue some replies for today though so woohoo !!

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send a 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 for a starter using a line from the following media:

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Victoria Pedretti as Nell Crain The Haunting of Hill House, Open Casket & Touch

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okay, sure, beatrice has been kicked out in the morning after her fair share of times, yeah, that's not a big deal, nothing her ego can't handle. but a PUNCH? that's certainly new. "fucking hell that hurt," she groans, hand scratching the side of her head where she's been hit. "i could tell by last night that you're... pretty strong, but ouch." bea props herself up on her elbows, turning slightly in the other woman's direction. "good morning? is this my cue to, y'know?" with a nod towards the door, beatrice is pretty sure she's making her question understood.

open to: w/nb muse: juliette ‘tilly' carreira-lopez, 26 - 30, bisexual, house flipper in an heiress way

tilly woke to the familiarity of her own soft bed, albiet with very little recollection of the previous night. with a groan, she opened her eyes, the sound turning into a whine when the vibrations and light proved a bit much for her sore head. stretching seemed like a safer option and so her arms stretched out at her sides; only it wasn't empty space beside her like she expected and this time her eyes opened much wider. she gave a few more pats as though to make sure, only to stop in her tracks when she realised it probably wasn't the nicest thing to be woken by being hit, no matter how gently. "fuck, sorry."

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penny definitely isn't the first person behind these bars to try to make a move on valentine; she is, however, the first person to try and... somewhat succeed? i mean, val would be lying if she said she isn't intrigued by the woman's particular approach, that forces val's usual stern demeanor to crack for an instant, a genuine (and non-sarcastic, for once) chuckle escaping her lips. hat's off to one miss penelope sinclair for that feat. "i, too, would love to clock out and go home... i don't know about rest, though," valentine ponders. "a bit of a night owl, let's put it this way." this is definitely better than telling a woman you're supposed to keep in the jailcell that you're likely getting high after a night shift instead of sleeping. "you said that's an uncomfortable bench, though?" she asks, rhetorically, and immediately proceeds. "we can find somewhere else for you to sit on. that is - if you say 'pretty please' and bat your long, long eyelashes." that's LOW, vega. even for you.

"not even if i say 'pretty please', and bat my long, long lashes, hmm ??" now, that was just pathetic. the mighty may have not fallen, but they sure did take a tumble on this one !! there was no reason to lie, and pretend she felt any guilt for doing what she did — after all, the officer has just said she would've done the same thing, if not more... "really, though... — sitting here, on this very uncomfortable bench ?? for being a girl's girl ??" asking the real questions, in a poor taste, but she'll let that one slide.

"there isn't much i can do, or say, officer. you won't budge anyway !! you're reeeeally tough..." just the way she liked them. that part went unsaid, but she was pretty sure it was more than implied, with that tone of hers. "one last thing... — do we really need to make it this harsh on ourselves ?? i'm sure you just want to finish your shift, clock out and go home... — not-not that i hate being stuck here with you, it's not about that !! don't get me wrong !! i'd rather you got some rest, you know ??"

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sup, pals ! i'm gonna be around throughout the day, lurking while working and doing some light trip prep !! i only have one more reply to get to before i've cleared my drafts, so i'll likely be taking a looksie at y'all's open starters, etc, etc ...

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oh, the benefits of homosexuality.... amongst many others: walking into a restroom together and not having people raise an eyebrow. okay, sure, they've been in here for longer than what it takes to pee, but you know, they could be touching up on their makeup. or gossiping. or having a very hands-on make-out session in a bathroom stall, sure, yeah. yuri's hands brush against a bit of her exposed skin and helena almost asks her co-star to stop buttoning up and start unbottoning, but with a deep breath she holds the thought in, aiming her energy towards fixing her ponytail instead. "your face screams..." a lot of things that helena doesn't say. "it screams DRUNK." it's a truthful answer. "you don't have to lie if nobody says anything, you know that, right?" helena reaches her hand to tuck a loose strand of yuri's hair behind her ear. "you can go first. if - and only if - anyone asks, you can say i'm not feeling very well or something. i don't know. you make something up." helena doesn't fully trust drunk yuris' lying skillls, no, but what other choice does she have? it's not like the trusts her OWN, either.

"i feel like we, uh... may have overstayed our welcome in this cubicle, love... don't you think ??" a stupid question, coming from an inebriated, blush-drunk yuri. "how do i look ?? is my face screaming 'i just made out with my... extremely stunning co-star', or not ??" feels a bit dramatic, but given the circumstances they fell under, the actress felt like it was a valid question. clumsy hands working on buttoning the other's shirt back up, shamelessly looking down. she was sure she saw stars a few moments ago, as if there wasn't one standing right in front of her. "what... what's the plan ?? do i go out there first ?? handle it on my own ?? lie ?? i can be a pretty good liar !!" not when you're under the influence, though. // @scntient

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infected by their guest's smile, penn reciprocates. "you've got it, i'll get those taken care of!" they confirm for the sake of it, smile not leaving their face for a second while listening to the other speak. "well, business is what i do, so compromising is a must, right? i can appreciate that side of your brain," they joke. they reach their hand out to meet ianthe's. "i'm penn! it's a pleasure to have you, ianthe. i do hope you return again, and again, and again..," penn half-jokes. the compliment strikes a particular sweet spot of theirs that's been harbouring a seed of self-doubt, and for a moment they feel a sense of pride in PSIHI as their baby.

ianthe is taken by the other person's kindness and smiles nicely up at them. "i did have a drink and an appetizer, that's very kind of you. i won't look a gift horse in the mouth. thanks for coming to a compromise with me." she laughs lightly, "behavioral therapy is what i do, i kind of can't shut off the compromise side of my brain, anyway..." she grins widely, twisting the back of her earring before thrusting her hand out toward them. "i'm ianthe, by the way! nice to meet you. i love this place..."

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jace smiles plainly. molly's statement is simple and truthful - he does know where she'll be. and although unlike her, he's always in a different place, jace can't help but feel like there's also a sense of knowing from her. knowing that wherever he is, he'll be over at hers next. they've been like that ( EASY, as jace would describe it ) ever since they began ... this ( it's HARD for jace to describe what this is ). "right, right, so no more mimosas?" he sits on the edge of the bed to put on his just located shoe. "damn, that's a shame, i love orange juice," he says, as if he's even had mimosas more than two or three times in his life. "tell audrey i said hi, yeah? i haven't seen her in... a while. maybe if you two are hanging out downtown and, y'know, find yourselves near the shop." jace shrugs. "come say hi." he would normally not invite people to stop by in the middle of the day - after all, he can't really stop mid tattooing to hangout or anything. but honestly? he'll take the chance to see molly outside of this godforsaken room for ONCE.

just tell him you don't want him to go , molly thinks to herself painfully unwilling to speak . what if she opened her big mouth and made things weird ? they were only hooking up anyway because of shared trauma , at least that's what molly tended to tell herself who knew if that was even true at all . " well you know where i'll be . " she never left , had become quite the anxiety ridden homebody after nearly dying in a plane crash . it took a lot of effort to get her to leave , only doing so for a two times a week therapy appointment and whenever one of her friends had dragged her out . " heavier . never really was into that , i liked the mimosas before but they've got me on new meds . very dangerous stuff . " she snorts then pauses , wondering why she was revealing this to him . they didn't speak about the hard stuff much , she usually got right down to business tugging his clothes off . " or so they say . i haven't tested it out between the sleeping pills and the mental health whatever they are prescribing . "