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Georgie's eyebrows raised as he closed off and chose not to answer her question, but instead changed the subject and asked a few of his own. Leaning back on her side of the booth, Georgie crossed one leg over the other as she studied him silently for a moment. It shouldn't have been a surprise that he'd wanted to talk about Tess. Everyone always did. But that didn't mean she was going to indulge him.

"You really think you can ignore my question and then expect me to give you information about Tess's life she hasn't volunteered herself?" She let out a snort of a laugh, her own eyes rolling as she shook her head. "You're more delusional than normal."

Gathering her bag, Georgie brought it from beside her to the top of the table as she slid to the end of the booth. "If you have questions about Tess's life, call her. This was a waste of my time." ( @ryanparrish )

He'd taken a page from her book when rolling his eyes at her threats. Granted, he knew she wasn't bluffing. Georgie was not against causing a scene. Ryan's watched many of her outbursts unravel over the years. Some more entertaining than others.

"Nevermind." If Tess wasn't going to confess to what she knew, then neither would he. Especially when he knew how vindictive her younger sister could be when she didn't get her way.

"I actually didn't invite you here to talk about me." Quite the opposite, actually. And knowing him, his real incentive should've been obvious.

"I was hoping you could tell me more about Tess. Specifically Waverly's dad. What do you know about him?" If anyone could shed light on the other man in Tess' life, it'd be Georgie. Although whether or not she would share..... well, that was a different question. "Like, who is he? What's he do for a living? If anyone knows the dirt, it's you."

#c: ryan #c

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Leaning against the garage door opening, Georgie crossed her arms over her chest as a smirk graced her lips. "But then I wouldn't get the show." Motioning towards his bare chest, the blonde pushed off of the frame and moved further into the garage, her heels clicking on the concrete floor as she did. "Besides exist? No. Just thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to and if you wanted to accompany me to grab some food. Didn't think I'd get a whole new fantasy when I dropped by, though." She teased. ( @jeremylincoln )

WHO — @georgie-abhrams WHEN — whenever works! WHERE — jeremy's house

"You know — most people call or text first before just showing up at someone's house," he announced while sitting up from his bench press set at the sound of someone entering his garage. The comment wasn't necessarily true given that his family generally popped over whenever they wanted and friends often did the same. There'd always been a bit of an open door policy with the Lincolns. The youngest Abhrams would fall under that category so his words were a tease more than they were anything else. Given his longstanding friendships with Tess and Wyatt little Georgie was like family. "Derek didn't do anything did he?"

#c: jeremy #c

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GEORGIE: hmm... i wonder if that's because you haven't been in the building all day? 🤔 GEORGIE: oh is that what it is? it's adorable the way you feel like you need to make up silly excuses like that GEORGIE: you can admit to both. we'll get you away from those cardigans one day, just wait and see- you're too hot to be mr. rodgers after all GEORGIE: makes you wonder why it took so long for us to find each other, doesn't it? 😉 ( @jamesonxcarter )

JAMESON: Lucky for me, you're not my employer. I, on the other hand, am yours. But I haven't seen you in the building all day. JAMESON: I study culture. It's a given for me to stay on top of trends. JAMESON: I can admit the latter. JAMESON: Makes me question my life choices a bit as well.(@georgie-abhrams)

#t: jameson #t

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Georgie was in a full blow panic. There was a lot she could deal with. Karens? No problem. Her upset boss? Piece of cake. Even stray dogs weren't an issue for the blonde. But spiders? Spiders she absolutely couldn't deal with, as proven by her position on the counter and now wine stained white carpet. So when Lee's voice came on the other end of the line and was far too calm for her liking, Georgie's adrenaline spiked once more. "Leroy!" She screeched into the phone, nearly slipping off of the small countertop in her kitchenette and letting out a scream of fear. "Get your ass over here before the death on your hands is mine!" ( @leeabhrams )

Lee, sitting in the living room of the main house, knew better than to put Georgie on speaker when she called. She could, and would, say anything, and it was better if whatever that was, was saved for his ears alone. The one thing he had failed to anticipate? That Georgie might treat typical phone volumes as a mere suggestion. Wincing, Lee held the phone away from his head, trying to make sense of why his sister had screamed what she screamed. Then logic caught up to the ringing in his ears, and he switched sides hastily, rubbing the afflicted ear. “Hello to you too,” he said drily. “Is this your way of asking me to come over and remove it from the premises?” Lee was already standing, shuffling towards the door to slip shoes onto his feet. “Because I’ll get rid of it, but I’m not killing spiders for you. The last thing we need is a shitload of mosquitos come June.” | @georgie-abhrams

#c: lee #c

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Having been focused on the phone in her hand as she headed towards one of her favorite boutiques in town, Georgie hadn't heard Jace coming until his grip was on her arm and a quiet sound of surprise had left her lips in the form of a yelp. However, she quickly recovered as her back was pressed against the cool brick and she was looking up at him with a smirk. "Missed me that much, did you?" She asked as she brought a hand up, walking a few fingers from his abdomen to his chest and resting her hand there, smirk still on her features. "How cute." ( @jaceharlcw )

LOCATION: The Walk Shopping Strip WITH: @georgie-abhrams

Jace knew those perfect blonde curls anywhere, he had seen them enough times sprawled across his pillow beside him in bed. He quickened his step to hurry alongside Georgie's, his hand moving to tug on her arm as he pulled her aside into a small alley between shops. "This game of cat and mouse is awfully tiring when the mouse isn't around to be caught." Jace pressed his palm against the cool bricks beside her head, his body leaning into hers just slightly. "Where have you been?"

#c: jace #c

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A look of concern and pity flashed across Georgie's features, soft frown pulling the corners of her lips downwards as she pressed a gentle kiss into the side of her friend's head. She couldn't say she hadn't been in the same exact position once or twice, however she'd quickly taken matters into her own hands and deactivated her Instagram and blocked the person's number before they could send her anything. Pretending like nothing had happened if she ran into them later was one of her specialties, and after enough time had passed it was actually like it hadn't happened. Problem solved.

Linking her fingers through the brunette's as Caria picked up her latte, Georgie's eyes went slightly wide when she heard that he'd texted the next morning. "What did the text say?" She asked, gently directing them towards the exit so they could head to the Mystic Grill. There, they could find a booth to hole up in, figure out a plan of action with bacon and mimosas. The coffee there wasn't nearly as good as the espresso Georgie had intended on getting, but a few added shots of Bailey's would fix that. "Maybe he didn't notice? Like, maybe you were just on his mind because hello, look at you, and he hadn't even opened Insta yet. Did you unlike it?" ( @cariakaratan )

"Uggghhh," Caria let out an exaggerated groan near her friend's ear as she was pulled into an embrace, which she returned and maybe held onto for a moment longer, "if only I was that lucky." When she pulled back, grin on her face because how could she not in the presence of the blonde, her head shook slightly at her own misfortune. "No, I just made a complete ass of myself. But yeah, let's go get some alcohol instead." Caria's hand sunk into Georgie's and gripped firmly but not enough to put any pressure on her friend.

Before they could forget about the reason they each were there, in desperate need of some caffeine, her name was called and Caria dragged her friend over as she sought the warm comfort of her latte. "So," she turned to Georgie, coffee in hand, "I was on my ex's Insta last night. You know, minding my own business, and I'm pretty sure I was about sixty-two weeks back when I accidentally liked a pic." Rolling her eyes, she threw her free hand up, "I know, I know, dumbass rookie mistake. What's worse is it was this shirtless pic and he fucking texted me this morning!"

#c: caria #c

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It hadn't yet dawned on Georgie to question how or why Michelle ended up in her home, or to take a good look at her best friend and see the trouble, the heartbreak, she'd have been able to spot a mile away had she bothered to pay attention. However, right now she was too excited to see her. Too excited to have a piece of her heart that had been out in the world and away from her, back home. She'd question in later, but for now... for now she was going to revel in the joy.

"If you'd met him you wouldn't be using the world displeasure." She mused, playfully wiggling her eyebrows as her limbs remained wrapped tightly around the other woman, refusing to let her go just yet. "No?" She answered bashfully, grin on her features. "Maybe. I don't know! I feel like we haven't talked in weeks." Now, a pout turned the corners of her lips downwards. It was an exaggeration, of course. The girls didn't go more than 24 hours without communicating in some form or another, but that didn't mean Georgie didn't miss both Michelle and Nesli like crazy.

Finally releasing Michelle so she could sit up, Georgie made sure to stay close, one of her hand taking her best friend's as she leaned her head on the other woman's shoulder and yawned. "I was with Drew. He took me to Atlanta for a little birthday trip." She had to bite down on her lower lip to suppress the girlish giggle that wanted to escape her throat. "When did you get here??" ( @michellexyoon )

In the familiar comfort of Georgie’s house, Michelle felt safe. There was no paparazzi following her. She was a celebrity, but not a big enough one that her every movement would be tracked outside of the star-studded streets that she’d left. Nonetheless, having just signed the papers that officially ended her six year marriage, she sought refuge in the first place that she could think of. Though it was a long time coming, though she had a year to prepare and there was not a single part of her that thought they would salvage their relationship after the last explosive fight they had, it still marked the end of something. The end of what she’d once naively thought to be forever.

And though the house itself had served as a much needed haven, Michelle couldn’t deny that seeing Georgie walk through the door, the same sarcastic humor she loved so much, it made her feel ten times better. She’d worn a brave front the entire time she’d sat across from Seth. As she got on the plane back, she convinced herself that she was fine. Here, she could actually allow herself to admit that maybe she wasn’t fine. But today was not a day to mope.

“So there was dick,” Michelle deduced with a deadpan expression. “Do I know the owner? Or will I ever have the displeasure of meeting them?” After all, in her eyes, no one would ever be good enough for her best friend. But that was a universal truth.

As Georgie practically flung herself across the room, falling upon Michelle, she barely had the opportunity to push the food in her hand far enough away to avoid getting it all over the couch. But Michelle smiled at the greeting, expecting that her surprise would be welcome with a reaction such as this. “It was your birthday. And mine, two days ago. Did you really think I was going to miss it?” And though she was currently pinned to the couch, she wrapped her free arm around one of her closest friends, basking in the familiar comfort of a person who was truly going to be with her forever. “But seriously, who were you with last night?” | @georgie-abhrams

#c: michelle #c

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Georgie had to bite down on her lower lip to suppress the giddy grin that was threatening to overtake her features as his lips pressed against her temple. Their relationship wasn't normal, she knew that, just like she knew that the way she was around him was unlike the way she was around anyone else. There were times when that bothered her- not because she didn't like who she was with him but because she knew the version of herself that came out around Drew was better than the version everyone else got to see. But was it the real her? Or was she pretending with him and not the rest of the world? She knew the answer most of the time, but there were times when they were apart that she wasn't sure... but now wasn't the time to dwell on that.

"I am the most spectacular part of your day aren't I?" She asked with a smirk, pouring the pasta into the boiling water and giving it a stir before setting the timer on the stove for nine minutes. "Sorry I didn't stop by, I had a few fires to put out... and a cardigan to set on fire. I don't know why Jameson insists on wearin' those grandpa sweaters. I think he's got a fetish or somethin'." She mused, taking a sip from her own glass of wine. "I'm just sayin', Beatrice isn't exactly the type to get you outta the office on time. Or order you the lunch you want, she always throws in a grapefruit like that's gonna keep you healthy."

Finishing off her glass of wine, Georgie poured herself a refill then moved over to Drew, setting the glass down on the counter next to him and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind as he prepared the salad. "Mm, then what about Rex? Or Bo Peep?" She mused, pressing a kiss into his shoulder with a quiet chuckle. "Or... Kevin?" There was a grin on her lips as she suggested it, picking up on his Home Alone reference and playing along. ( @drewparrish )

When he’d seen her there in his house—Drew would swear it felt like he was actually coming home to someone. Was this the feeling people sometimes felt when they came back to their loved ones? He’d often seen the look on his father’s face when he came home and saw their mother along with both him and Ryan in the living room. Was that the same look on Drew’s face when he’d seen her? He’d often searched for that feeling for himself but never experienced it and even now—he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Because this was Georgie—they’d tried that, hadn’t they? It didn’t work for them. Except they were working now.

But he forced himself to push those thoughts away because if he dwelled on them—he’d try to find out why it felt like they were working now and would ultimately decide that while he may satisfy Georgie’s emotional needs, he probably wasn’t good enough to satisfy any of the other needs she had. He didn’t like being bitter about her choices but sometimes that little seed in his head grew and pushed him to becoming upset which was definitely not the path he wanted to go down tonight. 

“I think you’re incredibly biased there, but I don’t mind it.” He grinned at her as his arms wrapped around her centre, just remaining in that moment together. There it was again, that peace that came from being with her, a feeling he’d not known to this extent before. A smile was on his lips from the moment her own touched his, how was she so—different with him? Because he’d seen her out and about with others and yet the Georgie that existed in these four walls was a very different person and he realized that he appreciated both sides of her very easily.

“Oh no?” His grin remained on his face before shaking his head, “I don’t think I have any problem with that.” And truthfully he didn’t. He knew others would think he was an idiot but he liked having pieces of Georgie, however much she was willing to give him. Because while she didn’t often see it—there were a lot of people vying for her attention; her friends for one, various men for another but she chose to give him some of that attention and for him—that was enough. 

Drew felt her fingers brushing through his hair before he watched her get the wine glass down and sighed as she went a little extra with her pour but he appreciated it nonetheless. “Hmm—well I thought about you especially near the end of the day but also during lunch, wondering if you would end up stopping by or not and when you didn’t…my lunch went without anything spectacular.” Telling her about his assistants had him chuckling when her response came just as expected, “I like the little old ladies, they keep the office running smoothly for the most part,” and he knew that he could call her of course and would keep that in mind if another situation like this came up. 

Drew took a small sip of the wine before lowering the glass when she inched a bit closer to him except of course the stove had to boil at that moment. “Stupid stove,” he murmured before shaking his head and moving away so that she could move as well before he pulled her back and gave her another kiss to the temple before moving to the fridge to get the veggies out. “Hey now—you’re only allowed to call me Andy, but not Buzz…makes me feel like some annoying bully or something in school,” he chuckled recalling how while the name was from Toy Story—he only remembered the character of Buzz in Home Alone sometimes and that was not a good name to be called. | @georgie-abhrams

#c: drew #c

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Having already closed her laptop and began packing up her things, Georgie's work was officially done for the day and she was excited to head out of the office. Especially with Kaira. "Like I'd ever let you eat alone in the park, darlin', please." Using the lighted mirror on her desk, Georgie checked her makeup, touching up her eyeliner before applying a new coat of mascara and lip gloss. Once that was done, she pushed back in her chair and stood up, tossing her makeup into her open purse and slinging it on her shoulder. "Well I don't know if I'd call this building fancy but I do have quite the refined palate." She mused, linking her arm through Kaira's as she began to lead the two of them out of the office and towards the elevators. She'd send Jameson a text later to let him know where she'd run off to.

"I have been violently cravin' barbeque lately, we could go to Bradley's? But if you want somethin' closer Mystic Grille is just a couple blocks away and they do have the cutest bartender workin' there durin' the lunch shift." ( @kairaxjoshi )

The friendship with Georgie had happened quite naturally and it was one that Kaira appreciated very much. The other girl was clearly a proper southern and the accent was delightful to Kaira who had been pretty much used to New York accents all her life. The excitement on Georgie’s face upon seeing Kaira definitely lifted her spirits and had her thinking she’d definitely made the right decision in stopping by to visit the other for lunch on that particular day. “You’re amazing and I’m so glad you said that…because if you’d refused, I’d be left eating alone at the park or something,” she shook her head at the thought before glancing at Georgie with a grin, “you’re the one who works in this fancy little building, I figured you’d have a good idea of what’s worth it around here. Because I figured you’d have to be back some time this afternoon?” 

There were obviously times where Kaira felt like she was missing out by not having a normal working schedule like so many others and actually thought about taking up some part time work but she really loved being able to write whenever inspiration struck her and the idea of a job conflicted with that so for now—she’d enjoy her freedom for as long as it lasted. Because as soon as this third book started it’s proper production, she’d be busy in edits all day long. | @georgie-abhrams

#c: kaira #c

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While Georgie was more than thrilled to have both Nesli and Michelle back in Covington with her, she had to admit that the circumstances were less than ideal. Both of her best friends, her sisters, had had their hearts broken and if the blonde could take their pain from them she would. If she could shoulder the burden of their heartbreak so they both felt better she would, in a heartbeat and without a second thought. At least that's why she assumed Nesli was there... unfortunately, she hadn't been able to get the truth out of her best friend just yet. But since she didn't know the truth and couldn't shoulder the other woman's burdens for her, Georgie did the next best thing. Planned a scandalous girl's night out.

"A toad?" She asked, nose scrunching as her head tilted to the side in question. "Honey, you couldn't look less like a toad if you tried. Maybe a cute little kitten... but definitely not a toad." The blonde was seconds away from snatching the phone out of her best friend's hands and replacing it with the dress she'd picked especially for the brunette when Nesli took care of the problem herself and a wicked smile overtook Georgie's features. "My hot date is you." Placing the clear garment bag down on the bed in front of Nesli, Georgie moved over to the mirror to finish her makeup. "We were gonna do all of that, but there's been a change of plans. So c'mon, get on up. Get dressed. The curlin' irons already warmed up." ( @nessituran )

location: georgie's bedroom

closed: for @georgie-abhrams

"I can't believe the things people post in my comments. They're so mean." She was told to maintain an online presence while back home. Give something to her fans while they waited for her new single to hit which frankly didn't even have a melody yet.

"Do I really look like a toad?" A part of her felt offended, obviously. But the other part was confused on where the observation was stemming from? What would human toads even look like? Besides her, according to user spacehead893.

This was too much. She needed to stop before she went down another virtual spiral for the 4th time that week. Shutting her phone off, Nesli returns her full attention to Georgie where her eyes nearly bug out of their sockets at the dress hugging her best friend's form in a way that should be lethal. "Hot date? Because, I know you're not getting all dolled up for me. I thought we were going to hang out in our pj's and prank call Michelle until she's strong-armed into joining us."

#c: neslihan #c

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Laying on the couch with her head in Nesli's lap as her legs intertwined with Michelle's, Georgie let out a quiet snort of laughter. "Considerin' my own shadow scared me this mornin', I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Rolling over so she was looking up at Nesli, she flashed her best friend a grin. "What about somethin' that doesn't involve opening a portal to the underworld?" ( @nessituran / @michellexyoon )

location: nesli's apartment

featuring: @michellexyoon & @georgie-abhrams

"You know what we should do? We should have a Seance!" When's the last time, the three of them did something together that didn't end in one of them naked, hungover, or behind bars in a really ugly orange jumpsuit? Probably not since Mich's bachelorette party.

#c: michelle #c: neslihan #c

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A soft laugh left Georgie's lips, head shaking against the pillow as she rolled her eyes at his comment. "Don't make me kick you, I'm already warm." She mused, spirits already lifted as she lay next to him on the bed, surrounded by a feeling of home she found she was often missing. Ever since they met, Ozan had felt like a kindred spirit. Someone who knew Georgie in a way others simply didn't, and while there were times she hated it (she never was all that good at honest criticism, even if it was helpful), most of the time having someone understand her at such a deep level was comforting. She'd always had a place to lay her head with him, but Ozan himself felt like home. And that safety, his warmth... Georgie was grateful for it, more than she'd ever be able to put into words.

As he moved to lay next to her, Georgie shifted so she could rest her head down on his shoulder. Always having been someone who needed a physical connection, who craved the comfort of physical touch, Georgie could, at times, cross boundaries without knowing it. However, when it came to people like Ozan- people who were family- the blonde knew she was safe to fully be herself, needy and clingy. She was safe here, in this home, with this person. And suddenly it dawned on her that she'd had this feeling for years, despite constantly searching for it. Home existed for her, just in a less traditional way. But that shouldn't have been surprising, nothing about Georgie's life could be considered traditional. Not anymore.

"Think I just did, actually." She mused, a smile stretching her lips wide as she let out a soft laugh. It didn't matter how low or confused or upset she was feeling, Ozan could always pull a smile and a laugh from her. "And one day I'm gonna get you to admit just how much you loved it." Reaching up, Georgie gently booped the older man's nose with her index finger, smile only growing wider the longer she spent time in his company.

Snuggling in closer, Georgie draped her arm across Ozan's chest and let out a quiet sigh. "I'll talk if you talk." She proposed, head tilting back so she was able to look up at him. "Because as great as ignoring any and all shitty emotions sounds, havin' to spend even ten minutes lookin' at The Rock's shiny ass head sounds like torture... unless..." She trailed off for a moment as a light smile came back to her features. "Unless you're willin' to put Ever After on." ( @ozanxbulut )

"Look at you, making good decisions." Ozan teased lightly once he realized that she wasn't in any pain or hutring somehow. He wasn't an overbearing person whatsoever, but Georgie had always been a soft spot for him. He'd seen himself so much in her when he'd met her. Like Ozan, she'd been a child that was growing up by herself even if her house was crowded. Despite how much of a mess he had been back then, Ozan had always made sure that she knew that wherever Ozan was, she'd have a friend. Eventually, their bond became so strong that he considered her the sister that he never had, to the point where one of the two rooms in his house belonged to her, even if she rarely used it.

Ozan moved to lay down on top of the covers, chuckling as he noticed how quickly she got under his blanket and made herself feel right at home. "I know what you're doing. I'm never admitting that I watched that movie." He retorted, a silly effort to make her smile. That was what Ozan did to those around him, he always wanted to make people smile.

"You know I don't sleep a lot, you're fine. You probably just saved me from another night of overthinking." Vulnerability wasn't something that came exactly easy to Ozan, he always wanted to come off as this strong, can handle anything person. There was a natural softness about him though, a small look into who he could've been if his early life had been a little different. "You're worrying me now, since when do you ask if you can come over?" He shook his head at her. "What's on your mind? Or do you want to ignore all our emotions and put in a shitty movie? i heard there's a new Fast and Furious one, feel like that one is right up my alley."

#c: ozan #c #this was written over multiple days so probably doesn't make sense #i'm v sorry

[georgie-abhrams]

THE END.

It was pathetic, wasn’t it? If anyone else saw them, they’d say they were pathetic, right? Just over an hour ago, the eldest and youngest Abhrams had been sitting in their kitchen, utterly silent, a palpable awkwardness between them. Without the buffer of another family member, he had absolutely no idea what to say to her. They were fine in a group. They’d made conversation at Tess’s wedding. He’d spoken with her in D.C. as well. It wasn’t like they never had one on one conversations. But there was always a topic. Lee not drinking. Tess not showing. Terri. An external catalyst. Stripped of their conversational crutches, it was pathetic that once again, an external force in the form of her near-death experience prompted natural conversation.

Would their relationship had looked different if life had been softer to them? If their parents had been kinder? Or was trying to blame their fragmented relationship on their parents a cop out? After all, only Wyatt’s relationship with his siblings suffered. They were all fine amongst themselves. He had been too. He cracked a smile, in part due to relief, in majority due to her teasing. “I don’t reveal my contacts for free.” Paired with a shrug, it was hard to miss that the mere mention of their mother dampened her mood. A reality he’d only become privy to when he started living with them both again. And it was because he experienced being on the receiving end of torment that would drive one to speak as she did that Wyatt did not utter platitudes about their mother not wishing that upon her youngest daughter. Their relationship and Georgie’s feelings towards it were hers to feel.  

Instead, he kept the conversation on topics that they both could agree on. People they were both fond of. Their sister. “I’ve received one too many threatening voice mails that sounded like they were on two times speed to know better than to test my luck with her.” This, this was easy. “I’ll give you a spoon of peanut butter directly next time.” As she took her hand into his, giving him reassurance that she was both okay and not accusatory, Wyatt kept with the humor they’d settled into, giving her a nod. “I’m fine. Funny enough, this wasn’t my first time having someone almost die on me.” Working with geriatric candidates who had no business running for office would do that. Though he embellished a little. “Let’s go?” As he collected her things, he gave her a look. “You still hungry?” Seeing as she hadn’t actually eaten the meal that almost killed her. “We’ll get you something less lethal.” | @georgie-abhrams

#c: wyatt #c #needed this here tyvm

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Normally, you wouldn't find Georgia Mae Abhrams spending any more time in a restroom than she needed to, certainly not the men's room and especially not one with such a... pungent smell. However, her haste to leave was easily forgotten at Devin's appearance. At least temporarily. "Only a million?" She mused, moving over to the paper towel dispenser and pulling a few loose so she could dry her hands. "I don't think anything bad could happen when you're around, darlin'." There was a playful grin on her red painted lips, her heels clicking against the tiled floor as she moved away from the paper towels to stand in front of him in the doorway. "You sure you don't belong in the ladies' room?" She asked, one perfectly sculpted brow raised as she smirked up at him. "Not sure how manly lookin' you are tonight." ( @dsutherland )

"Green beers." Devin said with a laugh as he stood, finger swirling around the table. He wasn't a beer guy, never had been, but when in rome-- or when in a small town bar's St. Patrick's Day party, there was only one thing to do. That and well, green gin didn't sound quite as good. "I'll be back." He moved from his corner of the table, which happened to be the corner of the building. Something about not wanting anyone to be able come up behind him, even if he wasn't on the clock, he always was. It was a job hazard. He'd come from the airport, straight here to be met by 6 of his closest friends and well, his sister. He was tired, but nothing a little bump couldn't help.

Nothing out of the ordinary, saying hi to a few people as he made his way back to the restroom, only for it to get a little weird when he heard a familiar female voice caution him a warning from entering. Devin however, didn't quite know hot to listen to anyone's rules and he found himself in the doorway, leaning on the frame watching as she did what girls did. "Georgia." A subtle softness found in his voice hanging off her name, "I can think of a million reasons why this has the makings of a bad idea." He motioned around the bathroom, assuming it was empty, hoping it was for her sake, maybe his. He didn't particularly want to fight with anyone tonight, but there was something about the blonde in front of him that he would without a second thought. "--and," he continued, "men's room." He motioned to the room she was currently standing in, "man." He threw his thumb towards his chest, "not an odd place for me to be."

#c: devin #c #georgie? trying to get a rise out of him? #no way

[georgie-abhrams]

WHO: @leeabhrams WHERE: Georgie's Pool House, The Abhrams' Estate

One minute, Georgie was sitting on her couch, enjoying a glass of red wine and some Girl Scout cookies while finally watching the newest season of Love is Blind, and the next a piercing screech left her lips as she swatted a spider off of her leg. What transpired next might as well have been a perfectly choreographed scene from a slapstick comedy, probably starring the likes of Melissa McCarthy, as Georgie threw her red wine at the eight legged beast as she nearly flipped backwards off of her couch in an attempt to escape it before she gathered enough courage to trap the arachnid beneath the overturned glass.

Once the creepy little fucker was somewhat secure (and her beautiful white carpet was ruined), and Georgie was safe up on the counter of her little kitchenette, she dialed her brother and waited for him to pick up, only to scream "SPIDER!" into his ear as soon as he did.

#c: lee #c #spider tw #just in case #this was a long time coming #and you waited for trash #i'm so sorry

[georgie-abhrams]

WHO: @grangerliam WHERE: Some No Name Bar Outside of Covington

Despite having drank nearly her weight in whiskey and the hours that had passed since the fight she'd had with her mother, Georgie could still feel the sting of the slap on her cheek.

It hadn't been a hard hit- and Georgie could see the regret in her mother's eyes as she'd turned on her heels and stormed out of the kitchen and further into the gilded cage the Abhrams called home. However, the physical contact still hurt. Physically. Emotionally. Which was why the usually vivacious blonde got into her car and simply drove. She drove until her gas light came on and then pulled into a bar in the middle of nowhere, practically on autopilot as she sat down on a stool in between two men who's stares only caused her order to go from a double to a triple.

Two hours, a game of pool, and a line dance on top of the bar later and Georgie, even in her now inebriated state, knew something was off. She couldn't find her car keys and the two men from before were the only ones left in the bar with her. Somehow even the bartender had disappeared when she wasn't looking. So her plan was to settle her tab with whatever cash she had on hand, get in her car and lock the doors while she waited for an Uber to come and get her. She'd go back to Ozan's place, probably. Or Neslihan's. Or the Yoon's. All she knew was that she wasn't going back home. However, when she went back to the bar she found her keys missing and her wallet empty. Shit.

Georgie's unsteady legs carried her outside as quickly as they could manage, eyes scanning the nearly empty and badly lit parking lot for her Audi, but it was gone. Pulling her phone out with the intention of ordering an Uber and then calling the police, the red battery icon in the corner read 1%, causing the inebriated blonde to let out a low hiss of annoyance. Change of plans.

( iMessage 📲 willy🍆iam ) → mongoose ( iMessage 📲 willy🍆iam ) →📍

Despite not having seen or spoken to Liam in person in weeks and despite his valiant attempt at ending their friendship for good, Georgie had faith that he'd show up for her. She had to. And with that thought in the back of her mind, that the man who'd always been her very own knight in shining armor was coming to rescue her, she stormed back into the bar with a newfound (and ill advised) confidence as her phone died. "Who the fuck stole my car?!"

#c: liam #c #domestic violence tw #violence tw #it's just mentioned so y'know

[georgie-abhrams]

3, 16, 43

3. When did they lose their virginity?

Georgie was 14 when she lost her virginity to some senior on the football team. It was quick, slightly painful, and happened beneath the bleachers. The typical high school experience and honestly, after that night, the two never spoke again.

16. Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized?

As much as I'm sure her mother would have liked to institutionalize her, she's only ever been threatened with it. However, she has been hospitalized a few times. She broke her wrist trying to sneak back into the house when she was 15 and fell out of a tree. Then she rebroke it a week after getting her cast off while running from the police after she and some older friends were caught hanging out in an abandoned home. She's also been hospitalized a handful of times (for short stays, nothing overnight) because of allergic reactions when she couldn't find her epipen.

43. Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Georgie's been lucky in this respect, as she's never actually lost someone to death. However, the first person she remembers losing is her first crush. She was seven and Beau Humphries was in the next grade up. Technically he was her first boyfriend until he moved away to Montana. Broke her little heart... until Ryder Astor held her hand on the playground two days later.

#headcanon. #answered.