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FUBAR 1.06 | Royally Flushed

A pair of tranquilzer dart rifles will do the trick. Why two? Air guns don't have the range, and from that close, the shots have to be simultaneous.

#✦ ・𖧵 musing. 𖧵 ✦ ・

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#✦ ・𖧵 visage. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #yes sir

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              flirting  came  naturally  for  nic,  vowing  to  always  be  truthful  about  his  wants  and  needs  he  never  really  felt  the  need  to  hide  what  he  was  feeling.  if  he  felt  attraction,  love,  hate,  there  was  no  point  in  keeping  it  to  himself  -  especially  not  if  he  was  being  reciprocated.  without  the  fear  of  crossing  lines  with  darius  like  he  did  when  they'd  pass  by  each  other  and  take  a  look  but  never  act  too  much  on  it,  nicolas  felt  completely  comfortable  to  charm  his  way  and  get  darius'  attention,  even  if  it  was  only  through  his  looks  (  he  knew  he  was  hot  )  so  when  his  eyes  caught  darius'  checking  him  out  he  knew  for  a  fact  that  the  other  had  the  same  mindset  as  he  did.  he  had  no  ties,  no  rings  on  his  fingers,  he  could  do  whatever  he  wanted.  or  in  this  case,  whoever  he  wanted.  a  laugh  fell  from  his  lips  as  his  eyes  playfully  rolled  back.  "never.  i  hold  my  alcohol  quite  well...  i'm  getting  the  feeling  that  you  just  wanted  to  get  pissed  drunk  so  i'd  take  care  of  you."  at  this  point,  nic  was  just  shameless  as  he  walked  closer  to  darius  with  the  whole  intention  of  getting  in  his  way  as  he  stood  in  front  of  him  so  he  couldn't  see  themselves  in  the  mirror,  eyes  on  each  other.  "we  don't  need  that  party  for  that,  you  know."  while  they'd  made  a  regular  thing  going  out  after  they  were  done  at  the  gym  when  they  managed  to  encounter  at  the  same  time,  it  wasn't  the  same  as  actually  going  out.  the  gym  nearly  felt  empty  now,  his  sole  focus  being  in  front  of  him,  going  against  the  roots  of  their  relationship  nic  almost  didn't  want  to  finish  his  work  out  session  so  he  could  just  stand  there  and  talk  to  him.  it  was  more  fun.  "you  could've  just  pulled  me  away,  but  i'll  be  nice  and  forgive  you  this  time.  only  this  time."  his  head  shook  lightly,  back  resting  in  the  mirror  now.  "it  could've  been  better,  the  best  part  was  probably  coming  home  and  throwing  myself  in  my  bed.  did  i  tell  you  about  my  bed?  king  size,  so  comfortable."  he  mentioned  as  if  it  was  a  serious  topic,  even  furrowing  his  eyebrows  seconds  before  his  lips  stretched  in  a  sweet  smirk.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓- even before they'd been bold enough to strike up a conversation, they'd been paying way too much attention to each other at the gym. but this is really something else. how intense darius' gaze becomes in the second he registers that not only is nic aware that he's just walking in, he's flat-out showing off in the mirror. the way darius' head cocks to the side slightly and his eyes slowly rake over him as he makes just as much of a show about spectating. how shameless he is about then turning and making eye contact with the real nic, not his reflection, an 'i see you' he doesn't need to say out loud. "s'that right? well, m'relieved to hear. thought you didn't wanna party with me was 'cause you were afraid i'd drink you under the table," darius' tone is teasing as he stretches one arm across his chest, then the other, continuing with his warmup routine. it's an upper body day. "would've really spoiled my plan to finally ask ya to let me buy'a round." the second half sounds a lot more earnest, especially the bit of emphasis he puts on the word 'finally. the two of them had gone for a casual coffee a few times. they'd even treated one another to a quick bite to eat post-workout before they had to part ways, each going about their busy day-to-day afterward. but they've yet to spend any real time together after dark, and something about that felt a little deliberate, as if there's an inevitability to it. a door that they're avoiding entering through for whatever reason. well apparently, darius has decided that now's as good of a time as any to stop dancing around it and kick the door wide open in invitation. "i do think yer funny for suggestin' it's me who's too popular for you. was dyin' to come over there- but both times i spotted you looked busy. did ya have a good time?" 

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. darius #we never ignore liam we love liam

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             holding  a  freshly  made  cup  of  coffee  in  his  hands,  nicolas  tapped  his  feet  on  the  floor  lightly,  free  hand  in  his  pocket  as  he  waited  to  be  allowed  in  her  office  by  an  extremely  professional  secretary.  it  was  a  good  day  when  he  had  free  time  like  this  to  visit  someone  and  it  was  only  a  coincidence  that  he'd  be  walking  past  her  office  too.  his  attention  was  pulled  out  of  his  thoughts  when  her  voice  echoed  firmly  through  the  room.  "finally.  i  was  about  to  throw  a  fit."  he  teased,  making  his  way  inside  seconds  before  resting  the  coffee  he  brought  over  the  desk.  "don't  act  so  surprised  to  see  me,  i  remember  sending  you  game  tickets  and  you  never  showed  up,  so  i  thought  you  must  have  been  kidnapped  or  something.  i  came  to  check,"  his  tone  was  playful  as  he  threw  himself  in  a  chair,  ready  to  distract  her  from  whatever  boring  job  she  had  to  do  now.  "this  coffee  is  for  you,  by  the  way." 

⸺ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟐 𝐀𝐌 @ 𝐒𝐔𝐖𝐀'𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄.

꧕ ࣪ ֹ ִ ❝  look at what the cat dragged in,   ❞ suwa grins, holding the doors to her office open — most were happy to find her in a good mood today. although the irony never wore off her lips, at the very least she had been sporting a smile. which was indeed, slightly unusual. ❝  i'll be honest, i am a little concerned to see you here. come on in, let's chat, shall we?   ❞

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. suwa

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               of  course  this  wasn't  the  way  he  wanted  their  relationship  to  be  -  he  missed  when  they  were  so  close  that  one  couldn't  be  seen  around  without  the  other.   they  had  so  much  trust  between  them  that  it  shocked  him  to  the  core  that  she  chose  to  believe  a  lie  without  even  giving  him  the  benefit  of  the  doubt.  "big  talk  from  someone  who  literally  chose  to  believe  something  that  isn't  even  truth.  you're  the  expert  of  choosing  to  believe  something."  even  though  she  was  beside  him,  he  avoided  to  look  into  her  eyes  or  even  in  her  direction  but  still,  he  reached  out  for  the  cigarette  hanging  on  her  fingers,  letting  it  fall  next  to  feet  a  second  before  he  stepped  on  it.  "if  you  want  to  smoke,  do  it  far  away  from  me.  i  won't  be  here  watching  you  damage  yourself  with  such  a  terrible  habit." 

maggie's  expression  shifted  briefly  at  his  words,  a  mixture  of  hurt  and  defensiveness  flickering  in  her  eyes  before  she  composed  herself.  they  hadn't  seen  each  other  in  quite  some  time,  let  alone  had  a  productive  conversation  and  in  all  honesty  she  hadn't  expected  it  to  have  such  a  strong  effect  on  her.  "  i'm  not  making things  up,  "  she  asserted  firmly  despite  her  slightly  inebriated  state,  her  voice  carrying  a  hint  of  frustration.  "  but  if  that's  what  you  choose  to  believe  nic,  then  i can't  stop  you.  "  it  was  true,  even  though  his  words  had  hit  a  nerve  it  wasn't  enough  to  undo  the past few weeks.

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. maggie #the way he's pissed

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               the  invite  for  kimmy's  birthday  was  sent  many  weeks  ago,  yet  nicolas  let  it  slip  from  his  mind  completely.  truth  be  told,  he  barely  had  time  to  sit  down  and  have  a  nice  meal.  practice  was  being  rough,  getting  ready  for  the  season  that  was  upon  them  so  soon  -  coach  had  no  mercy  with  them.  nicolas  was  sure  he  had  something  in  his  closet  that  would  be  sufficient,  until  he  reached  for  his  phone  and  started  to  realize  this  was  bigger  than  he  thought.  seeing  his  friends'  outfits,  the  way  they  were  getting  ready  by  professionals  -  getting  hair  and  make  up  done  even,  he  panicked  and  asked  for  help  with  his  sister  who  sent  him  a  number  of  a  stylist,  saying  he  just  had  to  get  in  touch  because  she  was  sure  he'd  be  of  help.  that  was  what  he  did  then  and  thankfully  a  meeting  was  sorted  quickly.  they  still  had  a  few  hours,  so  nicolas  drove  home,  showered  and  dressed  in  sweatpants  only  -  figuring  he'd  have  to  take  his  shirt  off  anyway  at  some  point.  there  was  only  time  for  him  to  grab  a  quick  bite  and  brush  his  teeth  before  he  was  warned  his  guest  was  on  his  way  up  to  his  apartment,  walking  towards  the  door  to  let  him  inside  "oh,  it's  you."  eyebrows  raising  and  a  smile  sliding  on  his  lips.  "i  had  no  idea  you  were  back  in  new  york."  he  commented  as  he  stepped  out  of  the  way  to  let  him  inside,  definitely  surprised.

⊹･: ༶ THE GOLDEN TOUCH ⊹ NICOLAS' RESIDENCE / FREEMANS RESTAURANT / THE BOX ⊹ @nicfms

⊹ ⸻ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 for tonight’s occasion as he stands in front of his full length mirrors but the chime from his other phone seems to be begging for his attention instead. He usually paid no mind to entertain any sort of last minute appointments when he’s off work. It was to keep a healthy balance of leisure and business. He takes a second look at the screen and sheepishly scoffs at himself. Okay, maybe he couldn’t really turn this client down. 

After doing a quick study of his new client, Phoenix finally arrives at the residence of the athlete with a bunch of pieces he had picked up from his own studio. His very own personal archive if you could call it. He is also pretty certain that they might show up late to the party at this rate but that was how hot people made a statement, right? He presses the doorbell once more and sucks in a deep breath, not quite sure if he was ready to face the other. ⸻

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. phoenix

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               nic's  eyes  rolled  back  before  he  could  even  stop  himself,  a  laugh  following  suit  as  always  whenever  he  was  around  vinnie.  nic  always  had  fun  with  him,  even  if  they  were  just  hanging  out  doing  nothing,  it  was  still  so  good  to  be  around  him  -  he  felt  like  he  could  be  himself,  say  whatever  he  wanted  and  trust  that  it  wouldn't  leave  the  room.  "of  course  you  don't,"  his  words  dripped  sarcasm,  but  in  a  playful  manner.  at  this  point  he  wasn't  sure  how  long  vinnie  was  to  forgetting  his  own  name  and  since  he  had  to  keep  mostly  sober,  he  was  ready  to  be  the  one  to  look  out  for  his  friend.  "that  has  some  truth,  but  if  we're  talking  benefits...i've  seen  news  of  people  passing  out  seeing  you  at  concerts  so  i  think  you  win  there.  plus,  you  get  to  travel  all  around  the  world,  i  can  only  travel  when  season's  over  which  is...never,  pretty  much."  he  sighs,  no  job  was  easy  of  course,  he  loved  basketball  but  sometimes  he  wished  he  could've  done  something  else.  he  wouldn't  know  what  though,  this  is  all  he  knew.  "oh,  i'd  be  down  for  that.  we  must  not  let  it  get  out  though,  some  people  already  think  we're  dating,  this  would  confirm  their  theories."   he  chuckled,  sometimes  he  liked  to  check  out  what  people  were  saying  about  him  online,  that  was  one  of  the  funniest  things  he'd  seen.  "nah,  people  don't  care  about  coaches  enough  to  test  them.  as  long  as  they're  doing  their  jobs."  he  let  out  a  laugh  before  his  mouth  dropped  open  at  his  words.  "wait,  we're  gonna  circle  back  to  the  dallas  cowboy  cheerleaders  thing  because  i  wanna  get  in  that  too."  he  punched  his  chest  lightly  as  a  joke.  "are  they  trying  to  force  you  into  a  pr  relationship  still?  i  thought  it  was  just  an  idea."

thankfully,  he  knew  well  enough  to  trust  nic's  taste,  similar  enough  to  his  own.  he  could  tolerate  a  few  bad  drinks  here  and  there,  but  what  was  the  point  of  living  in  luxury  if  you  didn't  enjoy  it?  though,  his  version  of  living  often  called  for  shots  more  than  a  sophisticated  cocktail.  "i  don't  have  any  cash  on  me,"  he  mumbles,  but  within  twenty  minutes,  he'd  probably  be  too  drunk  to  remember  he  could  pull  out  his  card  anyway.  whatever,  it's  the  thought  that  counts  in  the  end.  "i  won't  deny  it.  but  then  again,  there's  also  more  glory  with  playing  a  sport.  just  imagine  the  thousands  of  dudes  out  there  that  are  living  vicariously  through  you  right  now.  what  are  we?  second  seed?"  that  sounded  about  right.  "sephora,  and  then  we  get  facials.  the  one  where  they  stick  needles  in  our  skin,"  he  offers,  shaking  his  head  at  the  look  on  his  friend's  face.  "it  sounds  like  he  needs  to  get  laid.  or  smoke  some  weed.  do  coaches  have  to  take  drug  tests  too?"  it  sounded  fair.  if  the  players  couldn't  get  high,  why  would  the  coach  be  able  to?  "at  least  he  can't  control  your  life  outside  of  practice.  i  think  i'd  take  the  40  minutes  over  waking  up  and  learning  i  have  a  girlfriend  on  some  random  tuesday.  it's  fucked  up,  i  was  supposed  to  go  on  a  date  with  one  of  the  dallas  cowboy  cheerleaders,"  vinnie  says,  frowning  at  the  sudden  change  in  his  life  and  bringing  out  of  the  shots  he'd  ordered  to  his  mouth.

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. vinnie

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               talking  about  basketball  for  nic  was  like  talking  about  work,  as  much  as  he  adored  sometimes  he  just  needed  a  break  -  still,  it  was  one  of  the  most  popular  subject  of  approach  for  other  people  to  him  and  he  couldn't  be  too  mad  about  it,  being  reconized  from  all  the  work  he  put  into  it  was  definitely  worth  it.  "yeah  when  i  can  count  on  my  fingers  the  number  of  people  who  are  sober  right  now,"  he  justified  with  a  shrug,  he  didn't  judge  of  course  -  it  was  his  choice  to  be  sober,  well,  not  a  choice  but  one  of  the  sacrifices  he  often  had  to  put  himself  through.  lips  dropping  a  gentle  laugh  at  her  tatics  of  being  subtle,  his  eyes  rolled  back  in  a  playful  manner.  often  times  he  gave  up  alcohol  in  order  to  be  in  his  best  shape  for  a  game,  drugs  weren't  exactly  in  his  near  future  plans.  "you're  probably  right.  i  would  still  like  to  be  offered,  so  someone  films  me  rejecting  it  and  i  can  run  for  player  of  the  year  or  something."  his  words  were  laced  with  teasing,  there  should  be  some  sort  of  award  for  those  who  managed  to  keep  away  from  such  pleasures  though,  seeing  how  everyone  was  high  up  in  the  clouds  made  it  really  hard  for  him  to  not  join  the  fun.  "and  not  only  that  but  the  rumor  alone  would  possibly  force  nba  to  run  a  anti-doping  test  on  me  and  that  would  be  damaging  for  the  team's  image  and  blablabla.  i  can't  be  involved  in  that,  too  much  of  a  headache,  honestly."

luciana's  sports  knowledge  and  interest  is  rather  limited,  rarely  extending  beyond  rooting  for  mexico  once  every  four  years.  as  far  as  tournaments  go,  the  world  cup  demands  very  little  of  her  in  terms  of  support  as  mexico  doesn't  usually  make  it  past  the  first  stage  anyway.  the  fact  doesn't  stop  her  from  recognizing  the  homme,  however.  though  she  prefers  the  lakers,  she has  attended  a  couple  of  knicks  games  since  moving  to  new  york.  the  lively  atmosphere  at  sporting  events  ──  that,  she  certainly  enjoys.  〝 oh,  so  you're  feeling  left  out,  huh ? 〞  femme  teases,  tone  laced  with  playful  sarcasm.  lips  betray  a  chuckle,  head  shaking  in  amusement  at  nic's  innocent  facade.  〝 of  course, 〞  she  points  a  finger  at  her  eye  and  winks  exaggeratedly,  but  the  words  are  meant  in  jest.  〝 it  makes  sense.  i  mean,  you're  an  athlete ──  your  name  is  probably  so  far  down  the  list  of  potential  customers  you'd  need  a  telescope  to  see  who's  on  top, 〞  brown  optics  dart  around  their  surroundings,  trying  to  decide  who  might  actually  be  number  one  of  said  list.  〝 besides,  it's  playoff  season,  right ?  the  gossip  girlies  would  have  a  field  day  if  you  got  caught  indulging. 〞

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. luciana

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nic:  you're  being  a  little  too  demanding  for  someone  who's  been  single  in  forever nic:  i  swear  to  god,  pokie  bear  is  crossing  some  lines  here nic:  i'll  join  a  class  if  you  join  with  me  nic:  how  cute  would  it  be  if  we  made  each  other  hats

vinnie: if you do a little manscaping before you take the pic, sure vinnie: thought we had something special pookie bear vinnie: i'm a free spirit, what can i say vinnie: are you turning into some grandma?? knitting?? vinnie: but also if you're doing it i'd like a hat

#✦ ・𖧵 snap. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. vinnie

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               there  was  no  denying  that  nicolas  had  a  passion  for  coming  to  the  gym  at  this  time,  when  it  was  mostly  empty  -  some  would  say,  heir's  gym  time,  reserved  for  people  who  didn't  have  to  work  normal  shifts.  he  didn't  mind  as  long  as  he  didn't  have  to  share  equipments,  he  was  fine.  his  headphone  blastered  beyonce's  new  album  for  motivation  while  he  pushed  himself  to  lifting  dumbbells,  chest  out  as  his  biceps  did  all  the  work  for  him,  counting  his  reps  in  his  head  and  occasionally  allowing  himself  to  look  around  -  a  habit  he'd  gotten  since  joining  the  new  york  knicks,  someone  was  always  lurking  around,  it  seemed.  he  raised  one  eyebrow  when  he  caught  darius'  through  the  mirror,  a  second  before  he  turned  around  to  set  his  things  down.  very  aware  of  his  presence  now,  nicolas  couldn't  help  but  want  to  show  off  his  best,  acting  like  he  didn't  see  him  as  he  set  the  dumbbells  down  on  the  floor  in  front  of  him,  taking  a  moment  to  really  check  out  his  biceps  on  the  mirror  in  front  of  him  -  even  lifting  his  shirt  a  bit  to  check  on  his  abs  as  well,  as  long  as  he  was  on  an  ego  trip.  a  sigh  left  his  lips  when  his  headphones  gave  him  the  sign  that  they  were  low  on  battery,  making  darius'  presence  all  the  more  needed  now.  gym  music  sucks.  his  lips  stretched  in  a  smile  that  he  had  to  control  a  bit  as  he  approached,  transforming  itself  into  a  laugh  at  his  words.  nicolas  wouldn't  lie  and  say  he  didn't  see  them  there,  of  course  he  did  (  he  even  appreciated  his  outfit  from  afar  )  but  on  the  wait  to  see  who  was  supposed  to  approach  who,  the  night  passed  by  before  his  eyes.  "come  on,  how  is  that  fair?  i  waited  all  night  for  you  to  come  talk  to  me."  he  mused  playfully,  his  tone  sweet  now.  "you're  too  popular,  had  no  time  for  me." 

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. nic, @nicfms 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. the gym. a quiet sunday evening.

𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 to he keep from blurting out what he's thinking when he walks into the mostly empty gym and sees nic standing there with his back to him, headphones on, mid-rep. his lips curl up in a crooked half smile, then immediately press together in failed disguise, followed by a barely detectable shake of his head and the point of his tongue pushing against the inside of one cheek to keep it from betraying him. of course he isn't aware of just how visible that particular combination of facial expressions is in the giant mirrored wall before them, nor how badly he's giving himself away. and besides, he figures his friend is too focused on his current set to be paying any attention to him, anyway. so he goes about setting his shit down. unzipping the hoodie he's wearing. pulling it off and abandoning it on top of his bag. it's only when he begins his own stretching regimen that he actually makes eye contact with nic's reflection, greeting him with a 'sup nod. "so. m'good enough to do squats with, but not shots with, s'that it?" darius teases him the moment nic's headphones come off, a shit-eating grin spreading over her face as she refers to the fact they were definitely at the same party (for the first time since forging a friendship) earlier this weekend, yet somehow hadn't managed to hang out at all.

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. darius #u created a monster i write long threads #dont feel the need to match xoxo ly

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nic:  and  also  to  see  me,  of  course nic:  that's  so  real,  plus  people  feel  the  need  to  know  why  you  didn't  go  and  it  all  becomes  so  public  that  you  might  as  well  just  go nic:  maybe  i'll  go  shirtless  and  open  suit,  is  that  too  much?

𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚     :     of     course     i'm     going     ,     i     don't     want     be     in     kimmy's     bad     graces 𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚     :     not     to     mention     that     not     going     would     only     attract     more     attention     than     actually     attending     there 𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚     :     i'm     sure     there     will     already     be     a     lot     of     boring     suits 𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚     :     so     maybe     go     shirtless     underneath     or     find     something     more     fun

#✦ ・𖧵 snap. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. moira

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               nic  couldn't  help  but  chuckle  at  her  ways,  her  personality  was  very  endeering.  "i  hope  it  doesn't  involve  online  gambling,  you  can  find  adrenaline  somewhere  else."  he  teased,  nodding  at  them.  it  made  sense  what  they  were  saying.  "you  guys  deserve  a  break,  but  it'd  be hype  if  you  guys  performed.  i  feel  like  this  party  needs  a  pick  me  up."  it  was  no  secret  that  nic  enjoyed  their  sound,  he  was  a  fan  of  live  music  everywhere.  "i  have  to  say  though,  it  would  be  hilarious  if  you  got  pissed  drunk  and  out  of  nowhere  you  had  to  perform.  i'd  laugh  respectfully."  nic  nudged  her  gently. 

" I'm sorry I was really into this app and I have to keep my streak going otherwise all this work and time I invested into it would be for nothing. " Alexis laughed before taking a sip form her drink. " I know the dinner was amazing and I had it to my list of places I have to go again in the future. " they had to think for a moment before answering. " I came in with the idea of getting drunk and having to be carried home. If we were suppose to perform and boys didn't tell me about it, I'm about to throw hands with them for not telling me. Though if the birthday girl wants us to perform, I would be down for it. "

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. alexis

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               nicolas  stood  up  from  his  head  to  check  if  he  was,  by  any  chance,  sitting  on  the  shawl  that  she  was  looking  for.  it  could've  happened  since  there  was  many  coats  and  expensive  bags  laying  around.  rich  people  are  too  trusting.  "it's  not  in  here  apparently.  have  you  checked  lost  &  found?  maybe  it's  there."  he  tried  to  help.  "i  feel  you,  my  stylist  also  repeats  the  no  losing  or  damaging  rule  like  a  million  times...but  it's  not  like  you  don't  have  the  money  to  pay  for  it,  if  anything." 

Starter :: open || Location :: afterparty at The Box

" hey you haven't seen a shawl around here? its white, lacey, and has some gems on it. I think I left it here and if I don't find it, my stylist is going to kill me. " she said as looked around the seating area. " I went to get a drink and now I misplaced it. Luckily it isn't from a brand otherwise I'll be in big trouble. I'll owe you a huge favor if you can help me find it. "

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. mirae

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               nicolas  narrowed  his  eyebrows  with  her  words,  shaking  his  head  as  he  laughed  lightly.  "fifty  dollars?  is  that  all  you  think  i'm  worth?  this  breaks  my  heart."  he  played  dramatically,  hand  faking  a  stab  to  his  chest.  "plus,  my  dancing  is  so  good  that  it'd  take  away  the  spotlight  from  our  birthday  girl.  we  can't  have  that,  can  we?" 

open  starter  :   kimmy's  birthday  party.

        “  i'll give  you  fifty  dollars  right  now  if  you start dancing on one of the tables, ”   may  says  in  jest,  tapping  on  the  side  of  her small  purse  as  if  to  prove  her ' seriousness '.   “  and you have to do it by the windows. no objections. ”

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. may

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nic:  i'm  sorry,  do  u  want  a  nude  as  compensation? nic:  pet  names  will  get  you  nowhere nic:  absolutely  not,  just  would  rather  not  know  some  things  about  you  nic:  knitting  is  a  fun  thing to do that  no  one  will  ruin  for  you

vinnie: some people would find it sexy, i think you're just being ungrateful smh vinnie: don't be like that baby vinnie: are you kink shaming in 2024 nicolas? vinnie: first my manager wants to ruin my good time, and now you do too :(

#✦ ・𖧵 snap. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. vinnie

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               the  amusing  fact  that  they  were  probably  being  filmed  at  all  times  completely  slipped  from  his  mind  while  he  occupied  himself  with  her  bubbly  ways.  "hmm,"  he  thought  about  it,  wondering  how  big  of  a  headache  this  could  become  or  if  they  were  possibly  overthinking  and  no  one  would  really  mind  their  own  opinions.  still,  it  was  fun.   "what  can  guarantee  that  you  won't  back  down  after  i  say  it  though?  if  we're  going  to  be  cancelled  by  someone's  fans,  i  need  to  make  sure  it'll  be  both  of  us."  he  teased,  finger  gently  tapping  his  chin  as  he  thought  about  it.  "it  doesn't  mean  i'm  scared,  just...concerned." 

melodic  hum  fell  from  her  lips  as she nodded. it was more than a little embarrassing. some would claim they were making a statement, aided by the presence of numerous cameras, but ask risa, and she'd declare the so-called "too cool to care" attitude laughable if not pathetic. holding nic's gaze, she grinned.  ❝ no, no. since i asked you first, it's only fair that you share a name first, ❞   she replied.  ❝ unless you're afraid. ❞   one eyebrow arched as she met his challenge with her own. her heels figuratively planting themselves in the ground.

#✦ ・𖧵 thread. 𖧵 ✦ ・ #ft. narisa

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MANU RÍOS at the Loewe fashion show during Paris Fashion Week on January 20th, 2024

#✦ ・𖧵 visage. 𖧵 ✦ ・