riaflicke
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The future was coming at her at full speed. In just a month, she’d be graduating and off to France. Hopefully leaving all the past behind her to finally, maybe flourish and grow. That was then. This was now. “Is that a question?”
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“ hey, you wanna try this new strain i got ? ”
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“What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine.” Ria not-so-delicately set back down the shiny object that caught her eye, realizing a sharp knife in her hands wasn’t the best idea right now. “You’re supposed to teach me, Luc, not be rude.”
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“ actually, that’s mine. ”
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Samara Weaving for ContentMode magazine - Aug 2021
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“Well, we’re here in Paris and my love life is surprisingly dry.” No, that wasn’t a surprise. Ria Flicke and love never went hand in hand. A few swipes on Raya when she was bored, batted lashes at a cute guy across the bar. She was trying to do this summer right. For her and what she wanted to do, not getting caught up in everyone else... That would last, right? “Fine. What is the anything else in the world you want to talk about?”
@riaflicke / late summer break
“Hey, you know you could stop trying to get me drunk in order to talk about Cole.” He shakes his head, allowing laughter to fill the air although clearly the wound is still there. “I brought you on a whole vacation, we could be talking about anything else in the world…”
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margotlusignan:
“that would imply the existence of rage in the first place,” margot says with a giggle. “no, like, actual snacks i can eat, but champagne to wash them down works for me!” that’s absolutely what she’s referring to. she won’t push the issue but if ria ever did actually push her, margot would probably get mad for the first time ever! “yeah? what’s he like?”
“You can tell me that forever and ever but I don’t believe there isn’t a tiny angry Margot in there.” Margot was loyal, so Ria bet that meant if push came to shove, she’d fight for the ones she loved. “Okay, my favorite. Snacks with a side of champagne with a side of... more champagne?” Didn’t sound like a problem. “He’s hot, literally and figuratively, duh.”
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oofluc:
“ unlike me. " hell say as more of a command than a suggestion , a pointed glare towards her . “ though i am . ” luc will say just because he is rather special . when ria begins to suggests what he should do , his gaze turns to her because he is interested to hear her point of view , he might find it amusing at best . and he does . " so you need somewhere to stay , is that it ? ” luc is not charitable and he thinks ria would simply despise being stuck in canada for the summer with his family . “ i’ll only allow it if you participate in the annual obstacle course this july . ” because he’s pretty sure that is something ria would hate to do .
“Oh, please, part of learning how to drink is learning how to nurse a hangover, Luc. That’s all part of my mission,” Ria nodded. Mission: Better Luc’s alcohol tolerance. “Meh, sort of. Sometimes.” Blonde shook her head, “Don’t make me sound like a charity case! Not for the whole summer, I’m doing a summer of visiting people.” Voice pitched up, making it sound like the most magnificent thing. The very fact she wasn’t going to hide away for three months was telling. “Okay, sooo then I’ll see you in August?” Pause. “Unless your whole family is your height then I’ll win.”
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chrlseatn:
“ i can’t say i’m really concerned about proving that to anyone, but i’ll take your word for it, ” charlie settles. considering he couldn’t even properly describe the color turquoise, he’s probably the last person on a very long list of people to turn to for outfit advice. “ i think that sounds kind of nice. who are you visiting ? ” the last time charlie traveled long term, he never went in with a plan. he just went where the day took him, and usually found friends along the way to give him a place to stay. it was good for someone who prefers a bit of spontaneity.
“What about to me? Your friend. You said we were friends,” Ria nodded. If Charlie managed to show a droplet of fashion sense, she’d be blown away. Between that and his little English quips, there wasn’t much hope for the boy. “Uh, I haven’t fully finished planning. Luc, Maire, Margot - obvi, Chanel...” Voice trailed off, “And you, right” Inviting herself right over.
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oofcori:
“ de . . demure ? ” cori will pick up quickly , almost forgetting ria called her hot at all . “ should i rip this slit up a bit higher up ? ” she wonders , genuinely , hitching her leg up slightly to see if she could without ruining the dress . “ well , yeah , but not everyone’s ME . . you’d probably look so good , too . ” she only says probably because , well , not everyone is her . “ you look amazing in red , though , but you know that ! ”
“Demure! For you. Demure for the rest of the world... maybe not,” Ria back tracked, looking down at her friend’s leg. “Oh, I didn’t even see the slit at first, I was distracted by all of these.” Blonde reached out to touch one of the pearls, “Probably? We know I would. It’d be the only good thing about being a bride.” A pristine white dress. “It’s the last event of the year, got to play up my best assets.” Red popping off her skintone, barely there dresses. It was all there. “Who did you come with?”
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tourncsols:
“ 𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 the very least i can do , ” she giggles , letting ria drag over over towards the table . chantal couldn’t resist and picks up a gold macaron off one of the platters . “ i don’t know about that one , ” she points to the suspiciously red drink . it looks like it’ll stain . ” dramatically shudders . her eyes shift to another drink . “ those look cute . ”
“Are you planning to spill your drink all over yourself? Do you need a bib?” Ria teased, picking up one to make a point and sip it, “It matches me-” A grimace, “Ew, it tastes like grenadine and then some.” Sugar overload without the fun of alcohol. “As if you don’t get enough macarons! Hey, hey...” Thinking a little too hard of macarons now, “Can I visit you this summer?”
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tigsousa:
“ see this. ” he points to a tiny drop of alcohol on the bar, turns to her with a blank expression, eyes glazed over. “ could easily give more of a fuck about this than you. ”
Looking at the counter and him, she tried to understand. Obviously there was a fog. “So... you don’t hate me... because, like, you don’t care?” Was that worse?
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teflonsos:
– “IF SOMEONE ASKS ME FOR GUIDANCE, that kind of feels like their mistake, ” he laughs sheepishly. doesn’t bother to ask what the rhine is ! it’s better that way. still, he allows himself to be dragged around a little. “ i don’t know, i kind of want to remember all my goodbyes as best i can, i think i might…try and go sober for a bit, ” he admits softly. it’s what his medication suggests, anyway, about time he followed it. “ i think so. i…got the answers to a lot of questions i had, i think, but…don’t tell my grandfather, ” he laughs, because if he admits that this was the right decision, he’s going to get hit with a big fat ‘i told you so.’
“People are stupid, Ricky, someone’s probably foolish enough to ask you for advice. You have a kind enough face.” Yes, that was a wraparound Ria compliment, all housed in calling him an idiot at the same time. “For like... the whole night? One shot would make me very happy.” A pout. “After all the help I’ve given you, pretty pl-” It hit her. “So you decided officially?” Her and Ricky weren’t close but the absence of familiar faces was making her uneasy. “Are you happy with the answers? And no promises I won’t find him and tell him.” Yeah, right.
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estheralonsos:
“maybe, if i feel comfortable with it.” esther’s tone is overly polite now, she’s getting a bit tired of trying to explain to ria her reasons for leaving when it’s obvious the other doesn’t care to listen to an alternate pov, and it’s left a bit of a sour taste in her mouth. especially considering she has to keep revisiting her trauma to explain it. she bites back a retort at the fact that she might be oversimplifying it, not expecting ria to understand, she’s made it clear she won’t. “hmm. yes, it should be an interesting journey.” her eyes wander out over the dance floor, retreating behind a wall of civility. “i should probably find ricky soon.”
Oookay. Ria didn’t really know what she did wrong, blame it on the tequila, blame it on being nosy. Her self awareness didn’t really span that far. She asked questions because questions got answers. Answers got her something. And well, her and Esther hadn’t ever talked about more than clothes so this was all new... And it was Ria, of course she’d under estimated the other. “Yeah, well, good luck. Call me if you design shoes.” The blonde waved, disappearing into the crowd.
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margotlusignan:
“definitely not mad now or pretty much ever,” margot says with an incredulous sort of laugh, because that just doesn’t sound like her. “true, but i’m definitely not.” she gets hungrier when she drinks anyway. “they could be!” at least she thinks so. “if you pushed me i wouldn’t talk to you for the rest of the night so your choice.” margot does actually mean that, she’ll only tolerate so much. “do we know that?”
“When you decide to channel your rage into something, tell me so I can watch.” Everyone had their switch. She was pretty sure Margot’s was buried deep deep down, but Ria could dream. “Which snacks? Champagne snacks? We can do sips and cheers.” That wasn’t a snack Ria! “Mmmm... I think that’d only be until midnight then you’d be back? No more calling me old then.” A pout. “We do know that. Satan and I are buddies.”
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cadenlucca:
“ I’M NOT THE ONE TRYING TO BE AN INFLUENCER, ” he shrugs. “ and besides, we’re talking about appearance, not age. ” he might look older than his actual age, but caden doesn’t really think it’s a bad thing. when the time comes for him to be old, he’ll probably be a silver fox. “ whatever you say, ” caden says, unfazed. “ please don’t, i don’t actually care about cori’s sex life. ” he doesn’t actually care about whether ria thinks he looks gay or not, he realizes, because it’s an answer he doesn’t like. “ i think it’s just because i’m hot, actually. some people mistake knowing how to dress for being… you know. ” he’ll just keep digging his grave. “ uh, i think new york with madden ? haven’t fully figured it out yet. usually we go to his place in the hamptons. ” he can understand a summer with no home base – caden invented it – which means he also gets why she’d do that. “ got any dope trips planned ? ”
“I’m not the one who doesn’t listen.” It was her backup plan, but Ria’d firmly decided that spyhood was for her. Even with the death. And the lies. She was good at it, and it got her to live her life without worrying about settling down or having a family. Espionage let her be. “I was. The beard ages you up, babe.” Sorry not sorry. “You can dress well? Since when.” Eh, that was a lie, he did have decent fashion, “No, it’s because of what you say, idiot. You’re way too invested in both sides of the story from a hookup.” Truth hurts. “Sounds bougie.” Said dismissively, as if she wasn’t queen of bougie. “Maire’s having me out at her place in Oregon. We’ll see if I survive the mountains.” Probably not. “Then Europe. You’re welcome to come.”
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