#vintage metal bar cart

[tundereforce]

Loft-Style - Industrial Living Room Example of a large urban loft-style medium tone wood floor and brown floor living room design with a bar, gray walls, no fireplace and a tv stand

[catbui]

Industrial Living Room - Living Room Example of a large urban loft-style medium tone wood floor and brown floor living room design with a bar, gray walls, no fireplace and a tv stand

[simstorian-blog]

N O O K S T O N E

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Bedford Strait

Lot Size:  20 x 15

(3-bedroom—3 double beds, 2.5 Baths)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Cottage Living

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

Growing Together

Island Living

Seasons

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Jungle Adventure

My Wedding Stories

Parenthood

Realm of Magic

Spa Day

Strangerville

Vampires

Stuff Pack

Vintage Glamour

Build Mode

Awingedllama – Simple Windows & Doors

Felixandre – Berlin Pt. 2 (Glass Double Door Short)

Peacemaker – Multi-Level Carpet

Peacemaker – Vaulted Ranch

Simplistic – Elegant Wallpaper (Crane)

Simplistic – English Watercolour Wallpaper (Donegal)

Sooky88 – English Country Wall Set (Plain)

Sooky88 – Victorian Floor Tiles

Buy Mode

Anye – Mertice Chair

Awingedllama – Fluffy Blanket

BlueTeas

Empire Snooker Suspension Lamp

Samara Sconce

Sheer Curtains

CharlyPancakes

Lavish

Munch (Fridge, Stove)

Cowbuild – Mont Blanc Chandelier

Felixandre

Colonial Pt. 2 (Tray)

Fayun Pt. 2 (Linen Armchair)

Florence Pt. 1 (Piano)

Gatsby (Orchid Vase 1 v2)

Gothic Revival (Victorian Bedframe)

Grove Pt. 3 (Painting B, Painting C Leaning)

London (Chandelier Short)

Harlix

Baysic (Packs Wardrobe Clothing - ALL)

Harluxe (AC Control, Light Switch, Mini Bar)

Kichen (Stool)

Orjanic Pt. 2 (Curtains)

Tiny Twavellers (Dino Lamp)

Harrie

Coastal Pt. 7 (Bench)

Octave Pt. 2 (Metal Fireplace)

Octave Pt. 4 (Light Switches)

Shop the Look 2 (Ceramic Side Table, Dining Chair)

Stockholm (Ottoman)

Ice Cream for Breakfast – Ruggable x Iris Apfel Rugs

Joyce – Simple Live #8 (Tofu Bar Chair)

KiwiSims4

Blockhouse Sectional BGC

Blockhouse Bookcase

Leaf Motif – Garden Cover

Lili’s Palace – Intarsia Bedding

Peacemaker

Alesund Sectional

Bowed Bedroom (Bench, Dresser, Furrow Pouffe, Ring Dish, Vanity Table)

Futura Living (Fireplace Medium)

Pierisim

Oak House Pt. 2

Oak House Pt. 4

MCM Pt. 5 (Hair Brushes, Hair Dryer, Hang Clothing, Straightener, Wig Collection)

Unfold (Dragon Tree)

Vera Bathroom (Bathrobe Functional)

Winter Garden (Old Rug)

Woodland Ranch (Double Bedframe w. Canopy, Nightstands, Table Lamp)

Woodland Ranch Pt. 2 (Hanged Dishrack)

Woodland Ranch Pt. 3 (Old Rug)

Myshunosun

Gemini Vase

Luna Slippers

Simplistic

Loloi Rugs (Part I)

Vincent Van Gogh

Vintage Silk Divider

SixamCC – Luggage Cart

Sundays

Kediri Pt. 1 [Ceiling Light, Throw Pillow (solids)]

POP! Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow II)

Sumba Pt. 1 (Pillow Set I)

Swell Pt. 1 (Mattress, Pillows, Throw)

Yarra Pt. 2, 3 (Bed Cushion Set, Duvet)

Syboubou – Wall Panel Mirror

The Townie House Project – Moderno Pouf Ottoman

TaurusDesign

Eliza Walk-in Closet

Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 1 (SulSul Sign)

Tuds – Turn Lounge

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

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[tynatunis]

Nous voilà partis pour une station de skis en Utah, le comble du chic et du contemporain. Dans cette maison de l'Utah, l'architecture a fourni peu de repères de conception. La structure de 780 m2 et de six chambres à coucher a été construite sur mesure en 2018 dans un style conventionnel "moderne contemporain de montagne", comme le dit Henderson. Sa principale inspiration est venue des pics majestueux et des sapins imposants visibles à travers les fenêtres du sol au plafond, qu'il a vus lors de sa seule réunion sur place avec les clients, en 2019. 1 . Henderson designed the honeycomb-form light fixture installed over the dining room’s Damien Gernay table and Ruemmler chairs; the vintage bar cart along the wall is by Edward Wormley. 2 . In the rec room, a Liz Nielsen painting joins a pair of vintage ceramic lamps on bespoke Severin Hansen–style tables; 3 . A glass mosaic work by Shahzia Sikander pops against the living room’s blackened-steel fireplace surround in a Park City, Utah, vacation home renovated by Shawn Henderson.  4 . A grid of works by Thiago Rocha Pitta spans a wall behind the study’s metal-and-travertine desk, which is joined by a vintage Pierre Jeanneret chair and topped by a circa-1960s Lisa Johansson-Pape lamp; the Paavo Tynell chandelier is circa 1940s, and the rug is by FJ Hakimian. 5 . A ceramic wall installation by Maren Kloppmann presides over the primary suite. 6 . In the primary bath, which features a marble floor by Bedrosians, a Josef Hoffmann chandelier hangs above the Apaiser tub with Rohl fittings #Repost @galeriemagazine This ski getaway in Utah conceptualized by designer @ShawnHenderson features chic and contemporary furnishings to complement the residence's stunning views. Pictured, a honeycomb-form light fixture designed by Henderson floats above the @DamienGernay table and @Ruemmler_ chairs in the dining room. The vintage bar cart is by Edward Wormley. — Story by @VickLowry — Photo by @StephenKentJohnson — #ShawnHenderson #DamienGernay #Ruemmler #EdwardWormley #GalerieMagazine #LiveArtfully https://www.instagram.com/p/ClQJP31NfkN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[frankmes]

5 simple solid oak dining table decoration and styling ideas

There wasn't much else in the dining room except tables and chairs. Sure, there might be a fun bar cart moment or cutlery display case, but we can probably all agree that the table is the star. Even if the solid oak dining table isn't the only surface area for your decorative items, it's probably the main gathering area and the first thing people notice when they walk into the room. Therefore, it is vital to decorate it carefully! Just like designing your coffee table, your dining table deserves extra attention. Next, find a dozen ideas and tricks, and then recreate your favorites. Garden statue Stonebird statues enliven this large solid oak dining table in a farmhouse designed by Hadas Dembo at Mise en Scene Design. Vintage French chandeliers (hanging where there used to be haysheds) create sophisticated tones, while durable furniture adds a sensibility. The tabletop itself is a marble shard from an old chocolate factory in Vermont. A jar full of freshly cut flowers is perfect for a formal and legendary cozy farmhouse restaurant. Statue of metal In the space designed by Shawn Henderson, a large rose-gold egg statue draws attention to the vintage Hans Wagner solid oak dining table. Picking up bronze candlesticks, pendants, and candlesticks, Henderson proves that mixing metal and wood (dark mahogany cabinets, decaying overhead beams, whitewashed oak floors, and mahogany screens) is a powerful way to deepen the soul of a room while sticking to simple tones. follicular A series of vases makes this classic solid oak dining table in Alexandra Kaehler's home feel fresh and vibrant. We like that the arrangement of flowers is all coordinated, and the height and shape of the vases are varied, both cohesive and varied. subminiature A figurine in a glass case is the unexpected centerpiece of this restaurant designed by Juan Carretero. This circa 1790 restaurant in the Catskill area of New York made us swoon. The ceiling is painted with a high gloss blush, which brings candlelight to the room and really enhances the gorgeous Art Deco carpet. The curvy, modern dining chair contrasts sharply with the gold-framed portrait. Declaration tablecloth "The Ball family wanted a home that was elegant but also functional and fun," designer Augusta Hoffman said in explaining the project. "They are always fun and ask for a comfortable space to host large parties. The solid oak dining table can accommodate 25 people." With or without guests, interesting tablecloths add vibrancy to the entire space and warm up the hard surface.

[e-dress]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Mid-Century Moire Glaze Kyes Orange Metal Enamel Tray 1960s.

[atomsqatar8]

A Pink Affair: 10 Enchanting Graduation Theme Setups

Are you ready to celebrate a graduation milestone in style? A graduation party is a perfect opportunity to honor the graduate's accomplishments and create unforgettable memories. Dive into our curated list of 10 enchanting graduation theme setups, all centered around the color pink, to add a touch of magic to your celebration.

Unveiling the Pink Graduation Theme Setups

1. Pretty in Pink Garden Party

Transform your outdoor space into a whimsical wonderland with a Pretty in Pink Garden Party theme. Adorn tables with delicate pink linens, floral centerpieces, and vintage teacups. Create a charming ambiance with twinkling fairy lights, lush greenery, and pastel paper lanterns hanging from tree branches. Encourage guests to embrace the garden theme by donning floral attire and enjoying sweet treats amidst nature's beauty.

2. Blush Brunch Bash

Start the day off right with a Blush Brunch Bash that's as sweet as it is stylish. Set up a mimosa bar with pink champagne, fresh fruit juices, and an array of garnishes. Serve up brunch favorites like fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and decadent pastries on blush-colored plates and platters. Create a cozy atmosphere with soft throw blankets, oversized pillows, and fresh blooms in shades of pink, ensuring your guests feel pampered and indulged.

3. Rose Gold Glamour Affair

Elevate your celebration with a Rose Gold Glamour Affair that exudes elegance and sophistication. Deck out your venue in shades of blush, rose gold, and champagne, from sequin tablecloths to metallic balloon arches. Create a stunning focal point with a cascading rose gold backdrop adorned with twinkling lights and lush florals. Encourage guests to dress to impress in their finest attire and toast to the graduate's success in style.

4. Pink Paradise Picnic

Escape to a Pink Paradise Picnic that's perfect for celebrating al fresco. Set up picnic blankets, cushions, and low tables adorned with pink gingham linens, floral arrangements, and vintage picnic baskets. Serve up picnic-inspired fare like finger sandwiches, fruit skewers, and refreshing lemonade in mason jars. Create a relaxed atmosphere with acoustic music, lawn games, and plenty of opportunities for guests to lounge and mingle in the sunshine.

5. Cotton Candy Carnival Celebration

Step right up to a Cotton Candy Carnival Celebration that's bursting with fun and flavor. Transform your venue into a whimsical carnival with pink and white striped tents, colorful bunting, and carnival games. Treat guests to classic carnival fare like popcorn, cotton candy, and snow cones, served from vibrant food carts and concession stands. Create a festive atmosphere with live entertainment, face painting, and a carousel photo booth for capturing memories that will last a lifetime.

6. Pink Princess Palace Party

Roll out the royal treatment with a Pink Princess Palace Party fit for royalty. Deck out your venue in shades of pink, gold, and ivory, with regal touches like crystal chandeliers, velvet drapes, and ornate throne chairs. Create a majestic backdrop with a flower-adorned archway, lush floral arrangements, and cascading tulle curtains fit for a princess. Encourage guests to embrace their inner royalty with tiaras, scepters, and fairy-tale attire, ensuring everyone feels like a prince or princess for the day.

7. Vintage Pink Tea Soiree

Transport guests back in time with a Vintage Pink Tea Soiree that's steeped in elegance and charm. Set the scene with vintage teacups, tiered cake stands, and floral china patterns in shades of pink and pastel. Serve up an assortment of gourmet teas, finger sandwiches, and decadent desserts on delicate vintage plates and platters. Create a nostalgic ambiance with soft jazz music, lace tablecloths, and floral arrangements in antique teapots, inviting guests to savor the simple pleasures of a bygone era.

8. Blushing Beach Bash

Bring the beauty of the beach to your celebration with a Blushing Beach Bash that's as serene as it is stylish. Set up lounge chairs, umbrellas, and beach blankets in shades of pink and white, creating a coastal oasis for your guests to relax and unwind. Serve up seafood favorites like shrimp cocktail, crab cakes, and ceviche, alongside refreshing tropical cocktails and mocktails. Create a tranquil atmosphere with the sound of crashing waves, the scent of salt air, and the sight of pink-hued sunsets, ensuring your guests feel transported to paradise.

9. Pink Promenade Party

Celebrate in style with a Pink Promenade Party that's as chic as it is sophisticated. Transform your venue into a glamorous ballroom with crystal chandeliers, mirrored accents, and plush velvet furnishings in shades of pink and silver. Create a dazzling ambiance with twinkle lights, disco balls, and a dance floor that beckons guests to let loose and show off their moves. Encourage guests to dress to the nines in their finest formal attire and enjoy an evening of dining, dancing, and celebrating under the stars.

10. Rosy Rooftop Revelry

Elevate your celebration to new heights with a Rosy Rooftop Revelry that offers stunning views and stylish ambiance. Deck out your rooftop venue with pink and white decor, sleek lounge furniture, and chic cocktail tables adorned with fresh flowers and candles. Create a rooftop garden oasis with potted plants, hanging vines, and twinkling string lights, offering guests a picturesque backdrop for sipping cocktails and mingling under the stars.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

How can I incorporate pink into my graduation party theme without it feeling overwhelming? Incorporate pink into your graduation party theme in subtle and tasteful ways, such as using blush-colored linens, accent pieces, and floral arrangements to add pops of color without overwhelming the overall aesthetic. Mix shades of pink with complementary colors like white, gold, and green to create a balanced and cohesive look that feels stylish and sophisticated.

What are some creative ways to personalize a pink-themed graduation party? Personalize your pink-themed graduation party by incorporating elements that reflect the graduate's personality, interests, and accomplishments. Consider incorporating personalized signage, photo displays, and custom decorations featuring the graduate's name, graduation year, and future aspirations. Encourage guests to share memories and well-wishes for the graduate in a memory book or on a signature board, creating a cherished keepsake to treasure for years to come.

How can I ensure my pink-themed graduation party is inclusive and welcoming for all guests? Create a welcoming atmosphere at your pink-themed graduation party by considering the diverse backgrounds, interests, and preferences of your guests when planning the event. Offer a variety of food and beverage options to accommodate different dietary needs and preferences, provide ample seating and lounge areas for guests to relax and mingle, and ensure there are plenty of activities and entertainment options to appeal to guests of all ages and interests.

What are some budget-friendly decor ideas for a pink-themed graduation party? Opt for budget-friendly decor ideas for your pink-themed graduation party, such as DIY decorations, utilizing items you already own, and shopping for decor items at thrift stores or discount retailers. Get creative with materials and repurpose everyday objects to create unique and personalized decor elements without breaking the bank. Consider enlisting the help of friends and family to assist with decor setup and DIY projects, making the process both cost-effective and enjoyable.

How can I ensure my pink-themed graduation party is Instagram-worthy? Create an Instagram-worthy pink-themed graduation party by paying attention to details like lighting, backdrops, and decor elements that photograph well. Incorporate statement pieces like balloon arches, floral installations, and personalized signage to create eye-catching photo opportunities for guests to capture and share on social media. Encourage guests to use a custom hashtag when posting photos from the event, allowing you to easily track and share their posts to commemorate the occasion.

[marcopollio]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Rosary jewelry catholic Christ EXTRA adorned metals green silver tone faith gift.

[ourfurniture]

Transform Your Space With Mid-Century Modern Furniture: Top Picks For You

The enduring charm and functionality of mid-century modern furniture have captured the hearts of design enthusiasts. Whether you're drawn to the retro aesthetic or looking to add a touch of vintage elegance to your home, incorporating mid-century pieces can instantly revitalize your living space. Here we are exploring vintage mid century modern furniture for sale, including top picks for every room.

Iconic Sofas

When it comes to mid-century sofas, several designs stand out. The classic and versatile mid-century sofa, with clean lines and tapered legs, is a must-have. For those seeking a touch of luxury, some options offer timeless elegance. Both options come in various colors and upholstery materials, allowing you to choose the perfect sofa to complement your existing decor.

Retro Chairs

Complete your seating area with mid-century chairs that exude style and comfort. Consider chairs known for their organic shapes and impeccable craftsmanship. These chairs not only provide a comfortable seating experience but also serve as eye-catching focal points in any room.

Dining Delight

Make your dining room a mid-century haven with a statement dining table. Opt for a table featuring a sleek base and a round or oval tabletop, creating a perfect blend of elegance and simplicity. Pair it with chairs that seamlessly match the mid-century aesthetic, elevating your dining experience while adding a touch of vintage flair.

Modular Sofas

For those who value versatility and flexibility, modular sofas are an excellent choice. Look for sofas with low profiles and plush cushions that offer both comfort and style. Modular sofas allow you to arrange and reconfigure the seating according to your preference and available space. Explore designs that come with modular components, allowing you to mix and match for a personalized seating arrangement.

Accent Furniture

Add finishing touches to your mid-century-inspired home by incorporating accent furniture. Consider a sleek bar cart with metallic finishes for a touch of retro sophistication. You can go for a bench that doubles as additional seating or a statement piece in your entryway. Enhance the ambiance of your living room with a stylish chandelier that captures the essence of mid-century glamour.

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OurFurniture is a store that provides a world of mid-century modern furniture. From iconic sofas and retro chairs to mid century modern outdoor furniture, they offer carefully curated selections to transform your living space with timeless style and exceptional craftsmanship. Visit the store and start shopping now!

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[casagear-home]

Elevate Your Interior with a Bar Cart with Storage Cabinet from Casagear

Home decor is a never-ending process that can seem daunting at times. It takes careful consideration to find pieces that not only enhance your space but also serve a purpose. If you're looking for furniture that is both chic and functional, a bar cart with a storage cabinet is a great option. The carts from our newest hand-picked collection are incredibly versatile and can be used in a variety of rooms, from the living area to the dining room. In this blog post, we'll discuss what to look for when shopping for new home accessories, what Casagear has to offer, and how to style this fabulous item in your home.

When shopping for a bar cart with a storage cabinet, there are a few things to keep in mind. Firstly, consider the size and style of the piece. If you have a small space, you'll want to opt for a more compact cart that can fit comfortably in your environment. Likewise, if you have a lot of open space, you may want to look for a larger cart that can fill the room without appearing too cluttered. Secondly, pay attention to the materials used and the color of the cart. You'll want to ensure that the cart complements your existing decor. Finally, consider the number of shelves and cabinets. If you have a lot of items you want to store, a cart with several shelves and cabinets may be the best solution.

At Casagear, we offer a broad range of bar carts with storage cabinets that cater to different needs and preferences. One of our most popular styles is the industrial theme. This stylish cart is built with a sturdy metal frame and provides ample storage space for your drinks and snacks. Another great option is one of our pieces with clear glass accents. This type of cart features two glass shelves and a metal storage cabinet with a mesh design. It's perfect for a cozy den or living room. For a more elegant look, check out one of our mirrored bar carts. This beautiful piece has a mirrored surface and shelves with ample storage space for your glasses, bottles, and accessories.

Once you've found your perfect home bar companion, it's time to style it to match your interior decor. If you're going for a vintage look, you can use old-fashioned glasses, bottles, and trays. Consider using antique or metallic bar accessories to add glamour and charm to your bar cart. For a contemporary look, you can mix modern and traditional elements. Use clean lines and geometric shapes to create a sleek and sophisticated look. Consider using bold-colored glasses or decorative bottles to add a pop of color to your bar area.

Happy shopping! We look forward to seeing you next time!

[eipifinds]

Dionne and Ani’s Home~

Custom Content used:

Beam collection by Tuds (sofa chairs, sofa with table, rug, kitchen set, coffee table, shelf, vase)

Ema set by Tuds (dining room set, vase with leaf, pendant light, sideshelf on the entrance)

Fruit basket by Leo

Pears and apple by Ddaengsims

Male body sculpture by Leo

Cheese board by Cowbuild

Round armchairs from the Olsen set by Leo

Colonial collection by Felixandre (gramophone)

Kristen moden fireplace by Cowbuild

Family portrait by Ravasheen

Medal display by Ravasheen

Gucci off the grid set by Grimcookies (bag on the entrance)

Sip sip Hooray bar cart with metal and glass by Ravasheen

Small spaces: the pantry by SixamCC (bottles of water on the bar cart, banana basket on the kitchen)

Sleek slumber by Little Dica (bedroom set and rug)

On the dining room bookshelf:

Thea vase by Leo

Gin bottle by Ddaengsims

Cotton plant by Ddaengsims

Parisian vintage portrait by Aggressive Kitty

Parisian vintage book stack by Aggressive Kitty

[mousemilf]

abt a month ago i saw an antique wheelchair at an antique shop and i was like omg omg i need this for my house like for furniture.... but it was super expensive..... but the other day i found one at a thrift shop but its not quite as old and beautiful so its just kind of strange to have it in my living room. the one i wanted was gorgeous wood with a cane back and this one is old vintage but its just metal. i wouldnt have even looked twice at it if i hadnt lusted after the antique one so bad earlier. i was w my mom and she was like no u could like switch the seat for wood shelves and use it as a very weird bar cart

[lunarliza]

Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 4: Kook Conventions

JJ x Kook!reader

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You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?

note: slight mention of panic attack

If there was anything you learned about JJ that Friday, it was that he was the absolute worse at sticking to the plan.

For one, he spent so much time looking for the tennis courts, instead of following your clearly written out instructions, that he ended up being late altogether to pick you up. What was supposed to be a grand gesture turned into you sitting on the front steps, while the sun was near done setting, waiting for stupid JJ while everyone else had already left.

“What the hell took you so long?!” you scolded, slamming the truck door shut in annoyance once he finally showed up.

“This place is confusing as hell! I kept having to make loops. It is called Figure Eight for a reason,” he tried to justify, pulling out of the lot.

“JJ I texted you specific instructions on how to get here!” you groused, rubbing your temple, “Anyways, it’s fine, whatever. Let’s just hurry home so I can get ready. My house is just a little bit up that way.”

“Yeah, uh, about that,” JJ mentioned sheepishly, keeping his eyes on the road, “I kinda have to help Pope and Poppa Heyward with something right now. It will only take an hour tops! I’ll just meet you at the party after I’m done.”

You groaned loudly, face-palming yourself. “JJ what the hell! I told you specifically to cancel your plans tonight. It was supposed to be our debut!”

“I did! I just,” he scratched the back of his neck, “kinda broke one of their carts this afternoon, so I have to help them fix it for tomorrow. I think they’re catering your little brunch thingy.”

“How did you even break the cart to begin with?!”

He hid his face from your dagger-eyes and admitted in a low voice, “I, uh, tried to surf on it down a hill when they weren’t looking.”

You had to fight the urge to smack him upside the head, but you didn’t want to risk him veering off the road. Lucky bastard.

“Fine,” you grumbled, “Just make sure you’re on time to the party.” You then eyed his outfit up and down. Even in the little sunlight that emitted from outside, you could tell it was all dirty from his day activities. “And please change into something a little nicer,” you added, “These Kooks would run you to the ground with that on.”

JJ dropped you off at your house and sped away as you unlocked the door into a near empty house. Looks like it would just be you and Alfred for dinner.

Your parents were headed off to the mainland for some business convention. Thankfully, your presence was not needed which saved you an entire day of pretending to be a perfect obedient daughter. It was an exhausting act.

Most teens your age would kill for a night alone, but after countless nights sleeping isolated in a big empty house, it got old and depressing. Most of the time, you’d sleep over at Sarah’s for some kind of company. You were always welcomed at the Camerons’.

Greeting Alfred your usual hello at the foyer, you darted upstairs to wash off and get ready with the little time you had left. The aroma of filet mignon and freshly seasoned veggies filled the house air.

“Oh and Alfred,” you called out over the intricate metal banister, “It’ll just be me eating tonight, so just set the table for one please.”

“Miss Y/n, your friend is not coming?” he asked with hints of concern. You just shook your head with a sad smile. “No, he had to run last minute.”

Alfred gave you a curt nod, making way back into the kitchen while you dashed into the bathroom.

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Instead of throwing JJ straight into the shark’s tank (even though, given his already poor track record, you strongly contemplated throwing him to literal sharks), you decided it was best to ease him into the whole boyfriend role.

You figured he’d be more in touch with his aura if you invited him to a Kook party first— which was exactly where you were, furiously texting him where on earth he was.

It was already ten o’clock. The party started hours ago, and he was nowhere to be found. An hour with Pope your ass!

Flopping onto the giant living room couch in Billy Irvine’s mansion, you frowned amongst the throng of drunk privileged kids. Around you, the Glossy Posse was gossiping with other Kooks about some of the summer newcomers while sleazy guys from out of town tried to grab their attention. It never worked.

“So y/n,” Chloe asked next to you on the couch, “I have some great news! It’s no secret that you need a date to the all the fundraiser events, and I might just have one for you! My cousin, Gerald, is coming into town next week, so I can totally set you guys up!”

She proceeded to show you pictures on her phone of a lanky tall guy with discolored hair and a creepy smile. You resorted to taking a gulp of your drink to hide your horrified expression. “Thanks, but, uh, no thanks. I actually have a date already,” you informed, typing away heatedly at your phone for JJ to arrive that instant or so help you.

“Ooh, who is it?” Ivy nosily chimed in at the mention of you finally having a date. From the couch over, you also saw Anne-Marie and Warren lean their heads closer to get the scoop.

Jeez, were people really that interested in your love life?

“It’s-”

Before you could reveal the name, a loud ‘ding’ went off from your phone followed by a text from JJ to alert you that he was out front. “Oh! He’s actually here right now,” you announced, hopping up from your seat to collect your very problematic date.

“You’re late, again!” you scolded to the blond standing all gloomy at the front of the stone curved driveway. He changed into a nicer grey long-sleeve with khaki shorts and his signature red snapback, much to your relief. It didn’t quite match with your intricate white romper, but it would do for the time being.

“The guard wouldn’t let me in the gate! I ended up having to sneak through one of the fences,” JJ explained. You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous excuse. “Then why didn’t you just call me to let you in?” you pointed out.

“It was more fun this way,” he peskily grinned, earning himself a smack on the arm. The guy was impossible. “Ow!” he whined, rubbing the spot. Ignoring his complaints, you seized his hand and led him inside. It was about time!

The foyer flashed with various-colored LED lights while thundering rap music echoed from basically every corner of the house. All around, eyes gawked at you stepping through the Victorian-style entryway with a Pogue of all people. It was like walking into a cave of bats.

“Anyways,” you began, disregarding all the probing eyes, “This is Billy Irvine’s place. It’s the nicest house on the Eight. His parents are out of town right now, so we’re celebrating the Glossy Posse’s birthdays.”

It alway was a coincidence to you how all three of them had birthdays on back-to-back days. Witchcraft, honestly.

“Those bitches?” JJ grimaced at the mention of his sworn female enemies, “Ew why? They hate the Pogues.”

“Just shut up and suck it up. Here,” you grabbed a glass from the champagne tower in the middle of the spacious room, “Have a drink to get your mind off it.”

“Champagne? What the hell is this, England?” he yelped, taking a swig. Rolling your eyes, you hoped the alcohol would alleviate his irritability for the night. Fortunately, the blaring music was enough to drown out his constant bickering.

“Now put your arm around me! It’s time to make our rounds,” you demanded. He obliged and you turned on your best lovestruck game-face, giving him the grand tour of the mansion.

Billy’s mom was also one of the important people of the Island Club, so you had been going over there ever since you were nine being that your moms were friends. Still, you were always amazed by the extravagance of their house. You could tell JJ was also in shock of it all too.

It looked like a castle with two grand marble staircases circling the front with a tall vintage Tiffany chandelier hanging over everything. The floors were the shiniest white marble even with hundreds of teenagers recklessly dancing and slipping all over it.

“Damn, so this is how the other side lives,” JJ commented, marveling at how the LED lights reflected off the diamonds on the chandelier.

He slid his hand down to your waist as you stood closer to his side, taking a whiff of his teakwood cologne. Deep down, it was nice to have someone to attend parties with you, even if it was fake and with JJ.

You took him up the right staircase where plastered kids— some you recognized from school, some just in town for the summer— stumbled up and down the stairs or sloppily made out while pinned to the side walls. Realistically, it didn’t seem that off-brand to JJ’s party scene.

“We’re only staying an hour right?” JJ reminded in your ear as you approached the open bar upstairs. Yes, the Irvine’s had a literal bar in their second level.

“Yes, grumpy!”  

“Do you know if Sarah and John B are coming?” JJ continued to question. You settled on top of a retro bar stool as he leaned against the Irvine’s prized rustic bar.

“No,” you answered, “Sarah doesn’t come to these because Topper’s here. And she hates Kooks.”

“She’s the smarter one of you two!” JJ shouted among the loud music. You shook your head and whacked him again, but lightly this time. Seemed that would be you guy’s thing— hitting.

Even in their inebriated states, Kooks were still staring at you like you had grown a third arm. Which, honestly, was what being with JJ felt like half the time. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the Glossy Posse and Warren making their way to you with either wide or curious eyes.

Oh boy.

“Y/n!” they exclaimed, shoving through the crowd. You matched their seemingly gleeful expressions, though you knew deep down they were judging you hard.

“You must be y/n’s date,” Ivy stated without much of a formal introduction.

“Aren’t you that Pogue from the Boneyard that always tries to hit on us?” Chloe brought up once she got a better look at JJ’s face. You snorted, but no one heard you.

You were slightly worried JJ would take their snarky comments the wrong way and lash back, but his cocky grin still laid proudly on his face as he held his hand out to your girl friends. ��Name’s JJ. And yeah, I’m y/n’s new man.”

New man. Well, that was certainly a title. All of the Glossy Posse’s threaded eyebrows shot up at the word.

“Y/n,” Anne-Marie said in amazement, “You didn’t tell us you were dating again.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to keep it kinda lowkey,” you lied, signaling JJ to put his arm around you again.

Expecting your friends to stick up their nose at him or give you guys condemnatory looks, you were surprised to find they were more stunned than snobby. Intrigued, you caught them eyeing JJ up and down as if he possessed some kind of magical charm.

From behind the group, you saw Warren trying to stick his hand out at JJ to introduce himself as the girls did kinda take center stage earlier, shielding him out. “Don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Warren, Warren Van Doren.”

JJ had to hold back a laugh at the sound of his rhyming name. So immature.

“Hey man, I’m JJ. Nice to meet you,” he greeted, shaking his hand, “Wait a sec, aren’t you that quarterback that got in that fight at regionals last year?”

Warren smiled sheepishly and looked away. “Yeah, that was me.”

You remembered that fight. The video of it actually went viral for like a week. Warren was a very nice guy, but pissed of, he was an animal. He pummeled the shit out of some of other players during that game. The topic of fighting seemed to bond the two boys as they unknowingly drifted away in their own conversation. Thank God, you were glad that at least one of the boys there would be friendly towards JJ.

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in,” Chloe announced, gesturing towards the stairway. All four of your heads turned to see Max and Anya parade up to the top step linked to one another.

That was the cue.

Furtively, you nudged at JJ’s side, interrupting his football conversation. You gave him an alerting look that said ‘look like you’re in love with me ASAP’ and he quickly enveloped his arm around you to pull you close.

Given the fact that you and JJ hardly knew each other, much less touched, it was a very ungraceful and awkward gesture. Even Warren shot you both a weird look. Either way, you figured it would be perfected after going at it a few times.

Just as the Hollywood couple sauntered in to the packed bar area, JJ dipped his face closer to yours. It was a nice touch to the act. He started whispering some stupid joke in your ear that you could hardly make out among the music and chatter, but you went along with it anyway, playfully slapping at his chest. He even placed his snapback on your head backwards. You almost yelled at him for ruining your hair, but for the sake of the show you were putting on, you pretended it was the cutest thing.

You tried not to look at Max as he passed, as you didn’t want to make things so obvious. But in the split second you did glance his way, his mouth flew agape. In that moment, you knew you had him right in the palm of your hand from twenty feet away. The evil laugh cackled inside your head while you raked your hands through JJ’s hair. It was surprisingly soft.

For the next few minutes, you could feel Max’s stare bore into you back as you leaned closer to JJ, kissing up his jawline and cheek. 

“Damn, y/n, didn’t know you felt like this about me,” JJ teased.

“Shut up. I’m giving them a show,” you hissed with an infatuated smile to mask your threats.

“They’re gone now,” JJ noted lowly in your ear. You both detached like repelling magnets.

Fortunately, the posse and Warren dispersed among the crowd while you and JJ acted out your little PDA scene— it was probably from discomfort, if you were being honest. You did make sure not to hold anything back while you were draped all over JJ.

“Is that it?” JJ droned, back to his normal whiny self, “Am I done? Can we leave?”

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head, but with a grin this time. “Yes, you idiot, we can leave now.”

“Finally!”

JJ’s hand crept to your lower back as you both weaved through the mass of people to the exit. Before you could make it halfway down the staircase, however, you heard a rumbling behind you that stopped both your tracks. Warren’s six-four gigantic self was rummaging down the stairs, leaving booms in his wake.

“JJ! JJ!” he called out, grabbing hold of your fake boyfriend’s arm, “JJ dude, you gotta check out this new game system Billy has upstairs in the game room. You can play live Madden!”

“What?!” JJ’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas as Warren tugged you both back up the stairs with his giant football-player muscles.

“Dude it’s fucking sick! You gotta try it out,” Warren kept insisting. You knew JJ wouldn’t be able to resist. His eyes were practically glowing with excitement when he turned back to you as if to ask for some kind of approval.

“Okay, I’m just going to stay for one game,” he swore but you were a hundred-and-ten percent sure he’d be hooked and you could stay for much longer.

“Knock yourself out, Maybank,” you responded with a knowing smile, shooing him off to some depth of the Irvine’s enormous home. When he disappeared, you took the liberty to go search for your friends and finally enjoy the party for yourself.

As you predicted, one game turned into thirty real quick. It was well past midnight and JJ was still buried away somewhere doing who knows what. You didn’t mind. Warren was very responsible and you trusted him to take care of your date.

Plus, it gave you enough time to take rounds of various colored jello shots with Billy, dance on Mrs. Irvine’s countertops with the birthday girls, and devour the four-tiered tiramisu cake with fake-puking Barbie doll toppers that you helped pick out at the bakery.

When it got around one thirty, you grew a little concerned about JJ’s whereabouts so you sent him a quick text just to make sure he was okay and not shoving his head down a toilet. Your phone chimed back instantly—

Im jus fine y/n!!! One mor game! I almos beat War Ins Ass! Fuckin kwarter back!

Oh yeah, he was definitely gone. You texted your family’s driver to come by in about thirty minutes to make sure he’d get home safely. Then, you proceeded to dig in to your third slice of cake. Unlike the rest of your friends, you embraced the joy that was carbs— especially when you were drunk and there was chocolate involved.

JJ came downstairs a few minutes later and found where you were sitting on the couch surrounded by your circle of friends. Even amid the dark yet colorful beaming lights, his hair was still its usual sweaty mess with eyes a tad droopy, indicating just how drunk he was.

“Y/n! There’s my baby!”

He walked up and collapsed right onto your lap, tossing a dangly arm around you. You kept his snapback on for the entire night, assuming your hair was probably a bird’s nest underneath it. Everyone around seemed amused at the sight, and a few girls from school even began asking how you two started dating.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Well, that was until your thigh circulation began ceasing due to JJ’s bony ass on it. You immediately demanded that you switch places with him, and he sloppily obliged. The throng around you giggled, intrigued by the new lovey-dovey couple. Secretly, you ate up the attention and knew JJ did too.

He was in the middle of telling everyone a dumb Boneyard party story when Max and Anya entered the living room premises. They looked like they were fixing to leave. Your date felt you tense a little in his lap and caught on to your sudden judder.

Boldly, JJ made direct eye contact with Max and threw him one of those ‘what’s up’ nods. Then, out of nowhere, in his completely trashed state, JJ cupped both of your cheeks and planted a very brazen kiss on your lips for everyone to see. Shutting your eyes, you heard a few whistles from the crowd around you, especially when he, very obviously, added his tongue to the mix.

JJ was a good kisser, you had to admit. It quite literally, took your breath away when he pulled back. Biting your lip, you mimicked his shit-eating grin while he pressed his perspiration-filled forehead on yours. It was a huge acne-hazard just waiting to happen. But, like the snapback, you didn’t care. It was the most thrilling thing you had done in months.

“Don’t look now, but Vega and his girl have their jaws dropped to the floor behind you,” he muttered in your ear. You giggled and held onto him closer, leaning your head on his chest.

It was probably be best fifteen hundred bucks you had ever spent.

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The next morning was your mom’s weekly Saturday brunch. By default, you showed up an hour early to help greet the guests, frequently checking your watch and phone to see when JJ would arrive.

You had a tennis tournament earlier that morning, however, you didn’t even bother making your fake boyfriend go. After the events of last night, you knew he’d be too hungover in the morning and wouldn’t wake up in time for it. He was getting to be very predictable.

At t-minus five minutes until the brunch started, everyone had already made their way into the ballroom. That left just you waiting in the lobby area for your date. The look on your face was just about ready to kill JJ whenever he walked through the door. You also didn’t see Sarah and John B arrive either, so you assumed they would be a no-show yet again.

About a minute past noon, the blond sauntered past the doors wearing a black suit that looked two sizes to big for him with hideous shoulder pads. You presumed it was his dad’s old one. He also had on jet black sunglasses to mask the grogginess from the party, but it was pretty evident he looked and felt like shit.

“You’re late again!” you hissed through gritted teeth, snatching his hand like he was an uncontrollable child. Maybe you should invest in a leash and collar for him since he could never get his attendance right.

“What do you mean? You said noon,” he yawned, unfazed at your irritation.

“The brunch starts at noon!” you jeered, “That means you have to show up early!”

“Well you failed to mention those rules,” he tried to bicker back, but you flashed him one of your bitch-looks before he could go any further. That had him shriveling at the sight.

“Whatever, just hurry up and let’s get seated,” you ordered, leading him through the majestic looking double doors, “And take off those sunglasses!”

Much to your dismay, the doors made a very loud creaking noise when they opened. Just about everyone did a double-take to see you arrive late and with a woozy-looking boy shoving sunglasses in his suit pocket.

Eyes were glued on you while judgmental whispers filled the already tense air. There was a small churn in your stomach as you weaved through the round tables. Something was also gnawing at your brain, telling you that it was a terrible, terrible idea. You attempted to brush it aside, though, as you and JJ took your seats.

For some odd reason, the Glossy Posse didn’t show the same enthusiasm towards JJ like the did at the party. They were back to their pretentious ways— you figured it was probably just their hangover attitude.

On the other hand, Warren happily greeted JJ when he sat down, exchanging one of those typical ‘bro’ handshakes. They started chatting on about the previous night while you tried to make small talk with the girls. Unfortunately, they were still being short with you and were, very obviously, throwing looks at JJ, along with their dates.

Glancing to your parents’ table, they didn’t look like they cared too much about your situation, having just flown in from their trip. They were too engrossed in entertaining their friends to really pay you any mind. Sometimes you were grateful that they were oblivious to some things. When you look over at the Vegas, however, Mr. and Mrs. Vega both sent you a disapproving look. The other families followed.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were in over your head at that point. Was it a mistake bringing JJ to this event?

The servers came out and made their rounds at the tables, setting bowls of water in front of everyone.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” JJ piped, taking his dessert spoon to sip water from the finger bowl.

“JJ,” you yelled-whispered as guests continued to stare.

“What?” he chided back with an attitude, completely unaware of his surroundings.

“The water is for your fingers.”

His face shot up from the bowl and scanned the room at people dipping their fingers into their respective bowls. “Oh shit,” he sputtered as your entire table tried to hide their snorts.

When the food finally came out, it didn’t really get any better. Baked chicken was on the menu and, well, JJ was the only one in the room who didn’t use a fork and knife. Everyone stared at him incredulously as he used his hands to gobble up his plate. Though, the boy didn’t seem to notice any of the baffled eyes.

Attempting to shield your red face, you continued to take tiny bites from your food, hoping the next hour would go by fast.

You hoped too soon.

As soon as JJ was done eating, he let out a loud belt to where the tables around you could hear. Warren high-fived him. At least someone got a kick out of it. You, along with the rest of the guests, had nothing but revolt on your faces.

Once the plates were cleared, the servers brought out creme brûlée for dessert. You were grateful it was something semi-clean to eat. JJ seemed to get a knack out of all the food. He even leaned over to you with his mouth full and muttered, “This food is fantastic! My compliments to the chef.”

You half-smiled back in embarrassment and took a spoon-full of your dessert. Thankfully, your mom waltzed over when you were half-way through to ask for your help carrying in the posters and stands from the lobby that displayed all the charity and donation information.

Immediately, you rose and scattered out, away from all the the dense room.

At the front, you began picking up the easel stands to bring inside until you spotted the jet-black locks of the last person you wanted to run into that afternoon. You almost dropped the large items in your hands when he came up to you.

“So, I see you brought Maybank here. Looks like he’s really enjoying himself in there,” Max commented dryly beside you. Mrs. Vega must have asked him for a hand as well.

You winced at the oozing criticism in his voice. It was the first time you had spoken to him one-on-one since the breakup.

”Yeah, we’re, uh, kind of together now,” you mentioned, lugging a display. He grabbed the two remaining and rushed to keep up with you, following you back in.

Out of nowhere, he let out disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, y/n, you and Maybank?”

Taken aback by his brashness, you stopped right before the ballroom doors, frowning. “Yeah,” you shot back sternly, “Why not? I get along with him fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me. The guy’s a total tool. I’ve told you that from the beginning. Trust me, I know.”

“Know what? What’s good for me?” you pressed, growing more and more exasperated at the sound of his deep and raspy voice.

It was sexy, no doubt, but just the things that were coming out of his mouth made you want to slap him silly. How dare he prance up to you in his gorgeous light blue Armani suit and tell you what’s good for you!

“I just know who you are, y/n,” he went on calmly, with not an ounce of anger present in his tone, “And JJ’s just not a good guy for you.”

You were seeping with outrage at that point. Hiking in a breath, you spoke with the speckles of tranquility you had left in you. “Well I appreciate your concern, though I hardly understand why you have any for me. But we broke up, Max. You completely lost the right to tell me any of that.”

With that, you furiously stomped into the brunch and set the displays at the front for your mom. Max looked dumbstruck as he trailed behind. But you didn’t care.

“Everything okay? Did something happen with Vega?” JJ asked when you got back to your seat. You remained silent. It was the only way to keep yourself from screaming.

It was all too much— the piercing stares, the messy eating, Max.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you informed to JJ as he listened to another one of Warren’s football stories, “And then we’re leaving.”

Before he could respond, you were already racing to the bathroom as fast as your Jimmy Choo wedges could take you.

You needed air. And fast.

Bursting through the bathroom door, you heaved yourself into the biggest stall and flopped down on the toilet seat, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself. It didn’t help much. The room was still twirling like you were on the Graviton at a carnival. Too nauseous from it all, you didn’t even care that you were ruining your new white Valentino dress.

You just wanted to hurl inside the antique-decorated bathroom but couldn’t. It was miserable. But at least the bathroom was empty.

All the seeming success of last night crumbled away with every disapproving look or whisper of the guests. And then Max— that fucking asshole. Your head was thumping endlessly as you felt the stress knots crawl up your spine.

What were you thinking? Maybe you were in over your head. No one was believing it. Not for a second.

Even JJ was terrible at playing along. You should’ve known it was just wishful thinking. You knew you had to throw in the towel and told yourself you would call it off once you found some way to stop the hot tears that were streaming down your made-up cheeks.

As you felt your breathing start to normalize, you slowly lifted from the toilet seat and smoothened out your dress. When the bathroom door slammed open against the wall, you immediately fell back down, wanting to avoid any form of human interaction for the rest of your life.

Titters and snickers echoed the air as two girls stumbled in, mid-conversation. They didn’t seem to notice you in the stall at all. Thank God.

“Would you believe y/n? Bringing that dirty Pogue here? She’s gone insane!” A nasally voice spoke by the sinks.

You scrunched your nose, trying to catch a glimpse of their shoes from the opening underneath the stall. You nearly puked. Nameless brand heels? Unacceptable.

“I know! He’s so disgusting and that suit is just repulsive! Does she not have an ounce of embarrassment?” the other one added.

You didn’t recognize their voices, but assumed they probably went to your school by the way they knew you and JJ. A part of you wanted to charge out of the stall and drag their pitiful selves to the ground. But seeing as you were just recovering from a near panic attack, you didn’t have the energy. And they didn’t deserve your breath.

Nevertheless, they still went on. 

“Ever since Vega dumped her for California girl, she’s completely gone off the rails. First the hair change and now she’s dating a Pogue like Sarah Cameron is. It’s so pathetic!”

“Seriously, train wreck of the year if you ask me.”

Train wreck? Pathetic? You’ll show them what pathetic is! Especially with those god-awful shoes. Do they have an ounce of embarrassment showing up here with that kind of atrocity?

You were seconds away from emerging from your ashes to put them in their place. But, lucky for them, they escaped before you could come out of confinement.

Huffing, you stormed out of the stall and towards the mirrors to fix yourself. God forbid you’d ever let anyone see you with smeared mascara!

Dabbing a wet cloth on your cheeks to soothe out the redness, you heard the creak of the door opening behind you and immediately tossed it into a bin. You pretended to fix your hair. Fortunately, the redness faded to a soft pink to look like blush.

Anya strolled in the bathroom behind you. Ugh, the cherry on top of the cake.

You faked a tight smile at her. She threw a cheery one at you, walking up the sink next to yours to toss up her bouncy, voluminous hair. “So, I thought you said that guy out there wasn’t you boyfriend,” she pointed out, not taking her eyes off her own reflection.

“Oh, psh, well you know,” you sputtered, not expecting the sudden inquisition, “One thing led to another that night at the Boneyard and it just kinda… happened.”

It was the first real conversation you had with her, and you wanted to hold your breath at the awkwardness. Anya nodded at your answer, puckering her lips slyly. “I just think it’s cute that you’re trying to make Max jealous.”

You almost did a double take. It was so subtle and smooth, her comment almost flew right over your head. “Excuse me?” you shot back, turning to the blonde-haired home-wrecker.

She didn’t even flinch a muscle at your snub expression, just continued to ogle at herself. It was menacing. Evil really did take form in Anya Carmichael.

“Oh, did I need to spell it out for you?” she blinked, “Y/n, you’ve been out of the picture. If you think showing up with that god-awful guy in his dad’s raggedy suit is gonna change Max’s mind about you, I assure you it won’t work.”

She crinkled her eyes in a hateful smile.

What was with people and their audacity that afternoon? Whatever was in their water, you were not about to have any of it. No one spoke to you like that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said blandly, wanting to get under her skin.  

“Yes you do,” she snarled back, placing both hands on the sink in a threatening manner, “Look. Max and I are together now. You need to get that in your tiny pea-brain head. Do not play dumb with me. I see you looking over at him every five minutes. Get. Over. It.”

“Like I said,” you responded back in a fake-innocent tone just to push her buttons some more, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anya. I think all the hairspray is really getting to your head.”

Two can play that game.

She narrowed her almond eyes at you and straightened up proudly. Even though she was way taller than you in her six-inch heels, you still stood your ground, blinking up at her tauntingly. At least your swanky parents taught you that much.

She scoffed. “Give it up, seriously. Using that guy to try to get back at your ex is just pathetic. Max was right about you. You’re just a shallow virgin with a handbag.”

With that, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder and strutted out the door. Your blood was boiling, having half a mind to go out there and rip the bottled-blonde right off her head. You should’ve known it was all an act!

Fuming, you treaded back to the brunch table, your face doing a complete one-eighty once you stepped through the doors. A lady never showed her seething anger underneath.

JJ spotted you and promptly stood up, snatching your purse, and getting ready to leave.

“Sit,” you demanded, pushing him down by the shoulder so his ass plopped back firmly on the chair. The look of utter shock flashed on his face, but he just took it.

“I’m feeling better now. We’re staying,” you informed as if you were a commander at war. You glanced over at the Vegas’ table where Anya hung her arm proudly on Max’s bicep as he made some joke to his table. She threw over a glare at you. No one but you noticed.

You draped an arm on one of JJ’s ridiculously large shoulder pads, nuzzling your nose to his neck. He was still as confused as ever though, but still went along with it, digging his fork into your half-eaten dessert which he later finished.

If Anya wanted a war, you’ll give her one. May the best bitch win.

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Touring British designer Scot Meacham Wood’s sophisticated, masculine San Francisco, California apt. 

Wood considers his entryway an introduction to the many things he loves: Layers of texture and color, books, art, and chinoiserie. 

The apartment is designed with nighttime in mind. Dark walls in the living room create a dramatic backdrop for his many collections.

A lacquered chest anchors one end of the living room. The large painting above it is a vintage theater backdrop.

"The living room is where everything I love comes into play," Wood says. The ever-ready bar is set up on a brass-and-marble cart.

  An antique German hutch in the living room displays a collection of china.

To expand a tiny kitchen, Wood added extra shelves.    

Beneath a window, freestanding metal shelves extend counter space in a small kitchen.

An English teapot resembles a postbox for Her Majesty's Royal Mail.

Wood designed his cozy headboard as a buffer to San Francisco's chilly nights.

The bedroom's antique horn chair and custom screen.

 A vignette atop a dresser in the bedroom epitomizes Wood's penchant for layering art and objects.

In the bathroom, a custom shower curtain pairs handsomely with a toile lavatory skirt. Even if his style isn’t yours, he does have good designer tips to steal

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