floagresteâ !
florian keeps on pouting through it all. heâd love to be dancing the night away with arlo right now. but if he stops being so dramatic for a moment, flo has to admit that he loves to watch arlo in his element just as much. florian knows the important role of the sheridanâs in helping him settling down in the island, and flo silently thanks them for that. besides, arlo looks happy, flo can tell he is having fun while making sure the guests are having a good time. if itâs possible, it makes florian like him even more.
âand here i was, thinking you were the best bartender in all the greek islands.â floâs still pouting. but itâs clearly a joke. thereâs something about arlo that just makes flo unbearable, like an overly excited child. and this child really needs a drink. âwhat about something fruity?â he offers, âcause this child also needs some sugar. âlike a sangria? beauâs mom makes some delicious sangria,â he ponders, his smile growing when an idea hits his head. âi can make you one if you let me come to your side of the bar.âÂ
   ARLO ROLLS HIS eyes playfully at florian, though a smile still prevalent on his features. and thatâs the thing about florian, especially lately: thereâs not much he can do to piss arlo off. granted, arlo doesnât really get all that pissed off to begin with but itâs safe to say heâs rather smitten with the french boy. and it certainly doesnât help that theyâre at a wedding, even if theyâre not technically each otherâs dates or anything. itâs like the feeling is stirring around the room, an invisible pink that swirls in the air and kisses your nose and fills your lungs until youâre high with it.Â
he bites his lower lip to suppress his smile and he steps to the side of the bar, then subtly ushers florian to step back with him. a hand moves tot he small of his back. âthe wine is in that little fridge there,â he tells him. âi donât think guests usually serve themselves behind the bar but this is obviously, you know, an emergency of sorts,â he explains. arlo leans on the counter, his back facing the dance floor as his eyes watch florian move about. âwhat kind of sangria does she make? and can you score me some someday?â
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nathcnielâ !
nate was âŠÂ definitely not supposed to be at this event. besides the fact that he knew literally not a single soul involved, having only arrived on the island what felt like moments ago, the entire wedding was the antithesis of anything he tried to associate himself with - romance, whimsy, commitment. stuffy events filled with dramatic heartfelt declarations were not exactly his definition of a good time. in fact, he tended to be barred specifically and by name ( something about the hollywood elite preferring their special day not to devolve into a frosted fist fight ) Â
and yet the reception was a different story - one could hardly resist the temptation of an open bar and any opportunity to let loose, after all. even just the promise of a party was enough for nate. never one to be deterred by something as base as rules, he had simply wandered in once the party had gotten into the swing of things, blending in with the rest of the guests who were half drunk already. it wasnât exactly hard to just duck out of the way of the guests of honor every time the brides made their rounds - which is how he found himself sequestered off to the side hours later, a questionable number of rounds deep and watching in morbid fascination as couples swayed across the dance floor. rarely did he feel regret at having crashed something but fuck this was not the ideal trajectory of the evening.
âi dunno, could you put us both out of our misery ?â nate snorted in reply, eyes cutting over. being directly addressed at an event youâve crashed is mildly concerning, but at this point being thrown out would at least be interesting. âif i have to watch one more spotted preteen fumble his way through asking a pretty girl to dance .. even i havenât drank enough for that.â popping the offered fruit into his mouth, he scowled. âfuck. iâm not sure why they even bother - staring awkwardly into each others eyes for an entire song cannot be worth whatever potential benefits are reaped later.â
   THEREâS SOMETHING TO be said about sneaking into a wedding. itâs an art, really, an olympic sport of sorts. itâs not so simple as to just walk in and go unnoticed: itâs an anonymity that must be maintained throughout the night, or a really convincing alibi of sorts. arlo tends to, if he ever does stumble into a celebration of sorts, take on the tipsy flamboyant persona that people ( especially ladies ) seem to love and thus, donât even begin to question. of course, the escape route is a whole different story, and itâs one that arlo has had to write himself from time to time. and while he knows the family pretty well, he doesnât know everyone at the wedding.
he can only chuckle at the otherâs remark and in one swift motion, he pulls out two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila and pours them. âtheyâre either both for you or iâll join you in drowning it out,â he teases. arloâs eyes meander to the dance floor and he canât help the laughter from pouring from his lips, his head hanging forward as he shakes his head softly. âthe second-hand embarrassment does kind of make my skin crawl,â he murmurs, tapping the side of the shot glass with his fingertip. âonly because i canât help but wonder if i looked like that when i was younger and slow dancing with someone. i sure as hell hope not but thatâs the denial speaking.â he holds one of the glasses up for the man. âiâm arlo, by the way,â he smiles. âmight as well get buzzed and enjoy the fact youâre not making an embarrassment of yourself tonight, right?â
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titan-of-manâ !
Kyle was not supposed to be here. Heâd just sort ofâŠstumbled into the wedding party, but so far everyone had been very nice and no one had seemed to realize that he didnât belong. There was something about being at the heart of something so wonderful and alive that he just couldnât pull himself away.
Yet, he couldnât fully immerse himself either. He hovered at the edge while slow music swept into his ears and couples joined together on the dance floor, allowing himself to take it in. Words cutting in from one side startled him and he quickly looked over putting a small, shy smile on his face, wondering if he was about to finally be called out.
The word ânoâ came to his lips at the question but he held it back when he saw the cherry, his head tilting curiously. A larger smile formed over his lips, blue eyes flashing a bit in mischief. âYeahâŠâ he paused for a moment, turning his words over in his head. âIâm Kyle. Do you want to dance?â it was part-joking, part-serious, sounding like he would easily accept rejection or follow through and dance with an acceptance.
   AT KYLEâS QUESTION, arlo glances over his shoulder at the other bartender and bar back, then back at kyle. he sticks a hand out for him to shake. âarlo,â he introduces himself. a small smirk lingers on his lips as he surveys the dance floor, speckled with couples slow dancing and swaying. he keeps kyleâs hand in his own and steps away from the bar. âi have two left feet and a boyfriend, so i canât say this will be any sorts of good or beneficial for you,â he tells the other. âbut i did take a dancing class once when i was younger.â
he leads kyle to the edge of the dance floor and laughs, then lets his hands hover above kyleâs shoulder and waist. âbut who knows? maybe i can spin you into the arms of a lover or something.â his hands are light as they rest, arloâs posture instantly straightening. he offers the other a grin. âiâd like to think iâm a good wingman. canât say iâve ever tried dancing with someone to be successful at that but thereâs a first for everything.â
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aramintiaxâ !
   after a sip of her drink ara reflexively opens her mouth to bite down on whatever arlo spooned her. but as soon as the maraschino cherry hit her tongue her nose scrunched up and pulled the cherry back out, dangling it by its stem. âeww,â she laughs, âwhy would you feed me this whole?â she turns and plucks off the stem, tossing it into a nearby bin before popping the cherry back in her mouth. she slides back resting her elbows onto the bar, looking out into the crowd swaying to the music. it had been a magical night, the ceremony, the vows, the party. seeing two people in love and happy always hit araâs heart differently, every time. âmmm,â she hums at his comment, and looks at him after a moment, âeverything is romantic to you.â she smiles then flutters her eyes shut for a moment. the alcohol she had tonight wasnât a lot, but it was enough to make everything feel light and floaty, almost dream-like. she slids her head further down, resting ontop of the table. âwhat you could get me is maybe some real food?â she asks, batting her eyelashes up at him as she gives him her best pout. âplease?â
   ARLO GRINS AT araâs disgust, only laughing at her reaction. âwhat? youâre supposed to tie the stem in a knot in your mouth. proves if youâre a good kisser or not.â he laughs and wrinkles his nose. âi canât do it very well, so... i donât know what to make of that.â sheâs not wrong in saying that everything is romantic to arloâ itâs pretty accurate, honestly. arlo finds the smallest of details to be romantic: whether itâs the breeze coming off of the ocean or the order in which someoneâs fingers touch your hand as they go to hold it, there are so many things that make life romantic to him. he sighs softly and smiles at ara while she rests her head on the surface of the bar. he pauses for a moment, lips pursed before he turns behind him and pulls out a small takeaway container. he sets it down in front of her and pulls out two forks from behind the bar, then opens the container. inside is a slice of wedding cake, which mrs. sheridan had slid to him as he was running around during the cake cutting ceremony. âyou have to share, though,â he tells her as he picks up a fork for himself. âand whatâs the problem with finding everything to be romantic?â he retorts, head cocked to the side. ânot everything, though. there are plenty of things that i find to be turn offs.â
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hecatesiiâ !
     RHIANNON SHOULDNâT HAVE BEEN SURPRISED TO SEE ARLO AT the wedding. after all, he was so lovable â of course he has connections to various people across kaos. but knowing that this is NORMAL, that she lives near arlo, that heâll often pop up at places she goes to? she hasnât gotten used to it, not yet.
     but she is trying. rhiannon was an emotional person, never able to hide her feelings. in this moment, however, sheâs trying. she keeps her face blank, trying not to spot him out of the corner of her eye. ( she missed andres. they werenât technically anything, but to rhiannon, they were; just enough for his leaving to hurt, to feel like a failure on her part. she felt this way before with arlo, but on a considerably worse scale. ) arloâs voice snaps her out of the melancholy thoughts. heâs offered her a cherry. he remembers how much she loves them. â âŠno, thank you. â she looks at him, trying to offer him a small smile that doesnât reach her eyes. â âŠsuper awkward. but i think that depends on who youâre dancing with. â
   THE ONE PERSON arlo wouldnât quite like to see at a wedding is rhiannon. as lovely as she is and as much love as he has for her, thereâs something unsettling about seeing your ex girlfriend at a wedding, with whom you once believed you would marry but you got scared of the commitment so you left. and itâs tough, you know? itâs tough, since arlo is quite content with his love life and he feels like these are times in which he should be mending his other relationships and putting more love out there, rhiannon certainly no exception to that. so, itâs a peace offering if he could ever muster one: a cocktail cherry, plopped on a spoon and facing rhiannon. he shrugs and eats the cherry himself, if only to stall himself from the thick tension of awkwardness thatâs stewing between them as rhiannon speaks. he nods and lets his eyes wander to the dance floor.
âi would agree,â he states softly. quietly, he starts making a drink, sure to load the bottom of it with cherries that rhiannon didnât ask for. âif a person isnât a good dancer, itâs better to avoid the floor completely, if just for that song.â perhaps a metaphor for relationships, and a feeble attempt at telling rhiannon he knows he fucked up, arlo pours liquor and a mixer into the glass and stirs it around before he slides it to her with a small smile. âitâs a good thing open bars exist.â
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rosesandrorysâ !
it had all started with a mysterious white envelope and a present, tied with a golden bow, beckoning rory to unwrap it. âto the dearest toddâ was inscribed in beautiful calligraphy on top. her step-father, yes, but who was sending gorgeous gifts to the now-dilapidated villa? there was nothing rory liked more than a little bit of intrigue, and sheâd barely shot out the text to her stepfather before she was opening it, carefully as to not make a mess of it.Â
and now, here she was. sheâd picked a pale yellow sundress to wear with a dainty gold chain to adorn her neck. weddings for rory had been a bit of a sore spot in the past. a life full of your motherâs men will do that to you, but she was determined to make this one different. to not make any trouble, for once. problem was, the bar. she was stalled at it, the words âgin rickeyâ on the very tip of her tongue, ready to spill out along with all of her resolve for the night. her gaze shifts from the bar to the people desperately, in hopes someone would be out there, reading her mind, telling her to keep it in control, for once. of course, nobody is there, and sheâs left turning back to the bar, a sinking feeling in her stomach. âwhat? uhâ no, iâm good.â itâs a bit distracted, but itâs all she can do right now. âromantic yeahâŠbut awkward? sometimes even boring? iâd wager that too.â sheâd never been much of a romantic.
   ARLO SHRUGS AND pops the cherry in his mouth for himself, though he definitely shouldnât be eating on the job. then again, who cares? a) itâs arlo, b) itâs a wedding, and c) the night is starting to wind down. he tosses the spoon into a dirty dish bin and leans on the counter, forearms resting in front of him as he looks over at rory. though he doesnât know her all that well, he can sense something is off. he quite likes her: confident, quick with her words, poised in a way... thereâs something about her demeanor that isnât exuding such a persona. she looks smaller, even. heâs not about to pry, of course, not at a wedding. though arlo is a sucker for romance and love, he knows weddings can be uncomfortable for others. and while he canât quite wrap his head around how anyone could feel anything less than genuine happiness and butterflies at weddings, he can set his own stubborn views aside and accept the fact that not everyone lives with their heads in the clouds like he does. âoh, awkward. absolutely,â he nods. âi stepped all over my girlfriendâs feet when we first slow danced. i was fifteen or so, and it was a hot mess.â he presses his lips together. âi guess itâs just romantic with the right person. and the right song, if weâre being honest.â he wrinkles his nose and lets out a sigh. âwould a shot of something make it all less awkward? iâll do one with you.â
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lightniingsâ !
     ââ âA yacht or a water bed,â Jesse answered, still eyeing the small group of slow-dancers on the makeshift dancefloor before them. âPreferably both,â he added, chuckling to himself and finally turning his head to look at Arlo. When the cherry was offered, he grinned, leaning to the side and takes a bite. âItâs not poisoned, is it?â A jest, Jesse asked before chewing slowly. âToo late all the same, eh?â He combed his fingers through his hair, âAwkward if youâre drunk, amusing if you donât know how to waltz and romantic if youâre open-minded,â he contributed, shrugging a shoulder. âAre you close to the family?â He didnât crash the wedding, he was invitedâexcept heâs forgotten who asked him in the first place. But, hey, he was welcomed warmly upon arrival at the reception. âHow was the, uh, service⊠wedding?â
   "IâVE ALWAYS WANTED to try out a water bed.â and heâll leave it at thatâ after all, arlo is at a nice wedding and he is technically on the job, thus this isnât the best place to discuss what exactly it is heâd test out on said water bed. at jesseâs question, arloâs brows furrow and he stifles a laugh. âpoisoned? why on earth would i need to poison you at a celebration of love?â he asks, only holding the spoon up a bit higher in front of the manâs face. he grins and listens as jesse speaksâ itâs now he realizes that perhaps heâd strolled in late, or wasnât supposed to be there at all. no judgment on the latter: arlo has crashed many kaos weddings in his time. âsort of?â he shrugs. âthey helped me out a lot when i first got here, so it feels almost familial. weird, too, since i started working for a competitor, if we want to get specific but thereâs no, like animosity or anything. it just worked out for me as far as housing goes.â he lets out a sigh and absently wipes at the bar surface with a towel. âbeautiful,â he answers. âi mightâve shed a tear or two. they both looked gorgeous, and i just...â arlo sighs.
âi just feel this overwhelming sense of warmth when i see two people so in love. i never thought i wanted to get married but all of this makes me feel otherwise.â
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for @superpcsitionsâ .
  She was cleaning up her gear, not that Esme was this full blown photographer or anything but she had a tripod and the basics of a rising picture-centered lover. A bit of a sigh escaped her at the description. Being alone with her thoughts was sometimes exhausting, actually entertaining herself at this rate. Sure the island was amazing and held wonders but the same routine - walks, dinner, home - she may get in a rut on the small land. There was no rush out of her air bnb but Esme knew she should start deciding if she was going to stay more permanently then a home of her own we be a plus. Shoving the tripod into her bag, the girl almost missed the approaching person, out of the corner of her eye she noticed them holding something.
  âUm â Apologies what did you say?âÂ
   ARLO STANDS AT the other side of the room but takes a few steps closer to esme as he realizes she hadnât heard him. in his hand is a wall plug and camera battery. âforget this?â he repeats himself once heâs closer to her. âi plugged it in behind the bar earlier tonight. i just noticed it. i take it it was the backup to the backup battery?â he lets out a laugh and hands it over to her. âcan i help at all?â his brows furrow as he speaks, extending a hand to gesture to the tripod bag. itâs the end of his night of helping out, sure, but heâs not in much of a rush to get home. all heâs going to do is sleep, after all. âit was a long night, but the wedding was gorgeous. iâm sure you got some great photos there.â
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florian watches his boyfriend from the other side of the bar. heâs had a couple drinks already, nothing like last time. just enough to keep his energy up and his mood bubbly. itâs not like he really feels like drinking much after his last hangover. right now, florian could be talking up the guests, dancing around with friends, helping out miss donna. but instead, florian just leans on the bar, resting his face on the palm of his hand as he watches his boyfriend to the sound of some romantic song in the background. ridiculous, he knows. a clichĂ©. but thereâs nowhere heâd rather be.
âyou can get yourself over here and come dance with me,â he replies, taking the cherry and bringing it to his lips. âbut if you insist on helping at the bar, could you make me a drink, sâil vous plaĂźt?â
   AS MUCH AS arlo wouldâve liked to attend a wedding with florian, he knows he owes the sheridans a lot for helping him get on his feet when he first arrived to kaos. after all, arlo had no idea heâd still be here two years later and itâs quite possible he wouldnât have had the luxury of an option if it hadnât been for them. so, it really feels full-circle, working for them once more for a wedding. plus, any excuse to get into a wedding is enough for arlo. he loves this shitâ even if itâs helping the bride and her bachelorette party celebrate at a bar a few nights before or casually walking by a beach-front ceremony in the middle of the day, itâs as if these situations reverberate love and he soaks it in like a sponge.
though, being at the wedding with florian would be a lot more fun. he coils up the hand towel on his shoulder and playfully whacks florianâs arm with it, his teeth sinking into his teeth as he snickers. âgo enjoy yourself, my love.â and of course, arloâs eyes linger much too long on florianâs lips as the man takes the cherry and pops it into his mouth. he wrinkles his nose at florianâs request and glances down at the drinks in front of himâ liquors, assorted wines, mixers, sodas, all of the works. âtell me what to make,â arlo tells him, face still sour at the idea of concocting something on the spot. âi hate to ruin the facade iâve made for you, but iâm not a great bartender.â
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svbastianâ !
SEBASTIAN KNEW A LOT of the people at the wedding, from the friendships he had built over the small course of time he had been on the small island. he didnât happen to know the sheridans that well, other than knowing who they were. but it was nice that he was able to attend the wedding of sophie and lisa. bash was always down for celebrating love and light. most of the people on the set were going as well, so it was nice to have so many people that he knew celebrating. he decided to refresh his drink at the bar. he nods to arlo, giving him a friendly smile.
âjust more of this margarita please,â he slides the empty glass over to the bar. âyeah, it is but i like romance. slow dancing can be nice if youâre doing it with the right person.â
   ARLO WAVES DOWN the bartender to get bash another drink ( tragically, arlo is only gifted at wine-pouring; making drinks is a different beast in itself ) and he tosses a towel over his shoulder while he sets the dirty glass into a bin behind the counter. he chews on the inside of his cheek and glances over at the dance floor, nodding slowly in agreement with bashâs comment. âcan be terrible if itâs the wrong person,â he teases. âawkward, iâd say.â he laughs to himself and absently wipes at a condensation ring on the bar surface in front of bash. âsomething about you strikes me as the type to have a big wedding, bash,â he says gently with a grin. âi feel like you know an endless amount of people, and itâd be something the tabloids would eat up. a romantic, giant wedding in greece?â arlo smiles and nudges the other with his elbow. once the bartender finishes the drink, arlo grabs it and slides it to bash. âi can see it now.â
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open !
   ARLO HAS KNOWN the sheridans ever since he came to kaos for the first time. in fact, he had worked on and off at the bella donna hotel when he first got here, before landing a more permanent gig elsewhere. besides his art, which isnât nearly as lucrative as arlo would hope, arlo has taken a liking to his career in hospitalityâ heâs rather good at it, too. he loves talking to people and listening, and having been in kaos for close to two years has given him a plethora of suggestions as to where tourists should venture to. nonetheless, he finds himself lending a helping hand at sophie and lisaâs wedding, standing off to the side and running around if needed. now, of course, heâs leaning behind the makeshift bar at the reception, a jar of cocktail cherries in his hand as he slowly stirs it around and watches people slow dance. he notices the other standing not too far from him, doing precisely the same thing: watching. arlo smirks.
âcan i get you something?â he asks, to break the silence. he grabs a spoon and scoops out a cherry, then offers it to the other with a grin. âslow dancing is a bit awkward, isnât it? sure is romantic, though.â
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floagresteâ !
impossible. thatâs the best way to describe florian tonight as he wanders through the streets of kaos in a drunken stupor. heâs happy. heâs in love. and right now, flo feels as if heâs inside his very own nouvelle vague film. they kiss with the sound of the waves crashing in the sea and the moon shinning as background. this would be the moment in which the credits start to roll. florian pouts as arlo pulls away, already missing their contact. florian can be incredibly needy when heâs drunk so his hand extends to try and touch him and he smiles as soon as arlo takes him back, his arms quickly wrapping around the otherâs waist. he gives him a quick peck on the lips. and his smile grows bigger.Â
it is very likely that florian will be a complaining hangover mess in the morning. but for now, heâs all smiles, little kisses and sweet nothings. heâs the one breaking the space between them this time, if only to get rid of his blazer and his shoes as quickly as possible. âwe are in our own romantic movie,â he chuckles, reaching out for arloâs hand. âand if i wasnât so drunk, this would be the moment in which i ask you to marry me.â florian chuckles again, moving closer to plant a kiss on the top of arloâs head. tomorrow, he will definitely be embarrassed.Â
    THEREâS THIS SMALL, sick part of arlo that may or may not be enjoying the fact that florian is beyond hungover the morning after the kaos âprom.â heâs not certain how much florian will remember from the night before, specifically towards the end of the night. in short, the pair had walked along the beach for a while until arlo managed to get them home, champagne bottle untouched ( as per his guilty conscienceâ he knew florian would already be feeling it the next morning and surely, more champagne wouldnât lessen the blow ) and suits just a tiny bit wet and sandy. heâs surprised florian has let himself sleep in for this long: long enough for arlo to crawl out of bed to make him some coffee.
very slowly, arlo opens the door to florianâs bedroom, careful not to let the door creak too much but it does anyway while he pushes it with his foot. a cringe settles onto his featuresâ his hands are full with a cup of coffee in one hand and a small plate with a croissant and a few grapes he found in a fruit basket in the kitchen ( was it for display? heâs not certain but he tried one and they tasted damn good ). once the door is open completely, arlo slips inside and notices florian awake. âbonjour, mon amour,â he laughs lightly. arlo sets the cup down to close the door quietly, then walks to the bed and sets the makeshift breakfast down on the nightstand next to florian. he steps back and cocks his head to the side while he studies him. a hand reaches out and he very carefully holds florianâs chin.
âi love you, i do, but youâre looking the worse for wear.â
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mcgnoliiasâ !
     MAGNOLIA WATCHES ARLO WALK BACK TO HER JACUZZI, reveling in the tingle of the hot water on her skin. thereâs a giddiness in her chest that can only be caused by alcohol, and a beaming grin on her face so wide it makes her squint her eyes shut. â youâre so cute. as if i need yours. â she opens her doe eyes and takes the drink from arlo, letting them widen almost comically as he starts to pester her. â oh my god, can you relax, please ?? â the brunette quips, before handing the mimosa back to the male and tossing her hair behind her shoulder. only the tips were wet â magnolia tried to keep her luxurious mane away from chlorine as much as possible. a tiny giggle bubbles out of her chest before she can help it, her eyes darting to the side as she starts to take a long sip of her mimosa. when sheâs done, she locks eyes with him again, the alcohol bringing out her most mischievous side. â âŠyou would not BELIEVE what heâs like in bedâŠjust saying. â
   WHILE MAGNOLIA IS careful not to get her hair wet, arloâs quite literally the opposite. as if his already damp hair doesnât give that away, heâs lowering himself into the warm bubbling water until it touches his ears but he doesnât sink lower than that. he sits back up and takes a sip of his mimosa while magnolia does. a stifled laugh stumbles from his lips and he shakes his head. âoh, i believe it,â he tells her. and, perhaps rather indulgently, he adds: âpeople arenât that pretty and completely vanilla.â he pauses as he brings his glass to his lips, then side-eyes magnolia with a grin. âtake that as you may.â and with that, he takes another sip of his drink and sets it on the flat edge of the jacuzzi, his arm draped across the edge as well. âand iâm sure youâre into crazy shit.â he extends a leg and pokes her arm with his foot and grins. âno judgment.â
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send me âââ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours.
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@mcgnoliiasâ !
   âANOTHER MIMOSA, MON chou.â arloâs padding his way back to the jacuzzi in magnoliaâs gorgeous home, wet feet splatting against the stone as he nears her, two flutes in hand. he hands one over to magnolia and stumbles a bit trying to get back into the jacuzzi. in a sudden surge of good judgment, he hands the second one to her so he can focus on one task at a time. âdonât drink mine,â he tells her, feigning seriousness. he climbs back into the jacuzzi and takes the glass from her, then settles in and lets his head roll back while he lets out a relaxed sigh. âiâm just saying, i wanna know what heâs like in bed.â arlo wrinkles his nose and lifts his head to look at the brunette across from him. ânot in, like, a weird way. iâm just curious. viniâs really good looking.â he starts to take a sip but he pauses. ânot, like, iâm interested in him. and not to say youâre not really good looking. youâre a hot couple, justââ he smirks and chuckles to himself while he lets himself lower into the water until it touches his ears. he makes sure to hold his glass above the surface. âjust ease my curious mind, magnolia. jesus.â
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@aramintiaxâ !
   WINE DRUNK, AS per usual, arloâs seated outside at a cute little restaurant with ara. the sun is setting, casting a gorgeous orange blanket on the land like mother nature herself is tucking the world into bed. cruise ships in the distance bob on the water, birds are chirping, and the tourists are all out. the weather is perfect, really, but when is it not in kaos? itâs a gorgeous night and this particular restaurant had a great deal on half priced bottles. so, nearly two bottles of wine polished off, arlo and ara are quite intoxicated. theyâre laughing, as they usually are, and he extends his arm across the table lazily. he lowers his head so his cheek is resting on his forearm and he lets out a sigh. âara...â he hums. âcould iââ he laughs. a hiccup interrupts him and his eyes droop for a moment. âcould i get yourâ your blessing?â he snickers again and lets his eyes fall to a close. âi donât have parents that could dispro- approve of someone, soâ youâre theâ the next best thing.â
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