"How do you think your cover is faring over at Oasis?" Bo asks the man to his left, thinking aloud. Harris' night off was well-deserved, but on one of the rowdiest nights of the year Bo couldn't help but wonder what hands his club was in.
— ₊ ° . ☆ while most hollywood starlets opted for the bustle and thrill of 1oak, leon preferred the coziness and privacy of the chateau marmont. there were no peeping eyes, no paparazzi, no worries when he sat at the bar, nursing one of the famed night of the iguana cocktails. you never would have guessed the singer was trying to bring attention to himself by the way he dressed: a white lace shirt, skinny jeans that hugged his curves so tightly nothing was left to the imagination, and a pair of black loafers adorned with a stripe of rhinestones. the trepidations that came with fame seemed to disappear when he found himself behind those four walls. leon could pretend he was blissfully unaware of all the troubles of fame... like the hordes of tweets coming in about being a 'homewrecker' for coming between music's favorite power couple or wannabe rolling stone critics writing thinkpieces that overanalyzed his music. half of the shit he read about him wasn't even remotely close to being true, but every now and then, he'd see something that strike a chord within him. the worst part though? the floods of death warrants from nameless, faceless people on the internet. it'd become so bad he was being forced to hire a security guard fulltime, out of concern by his manager. none of that mattered, though, in the castle on the corner of sunset boulevard — or at least that was what leon told himself. he was stirring the liquor in his glass with a straw when the stranger settled down next to him. leon nearly downed his drink and headed out, but he had the strangest inkling to stay. leon never failed to trust his intuition, and he wasn't going to betray it now... so the wavy-haired male sipped his drink once more and took in the handsome stranger. it was usually out of his character to chase after someone, but the gravitational pull he felt towards him was impossible to ignore. "now, tell me this," leon started, just loud enough to pull the other male's attention. "why's a handsome guy like you doin' here all by your lonesome? surely, you have a girlfriend or somethin' joining you, no?"
My full 2nd interaction with Jamie!! He’s so lovely, and I’m so happy I got a tattoo to get in his hand writing!! It says (when you fall from the sky my blood runs cold- planning on getting the little heart as well!)
welcome to another year at hogwarts!
headmistress mcgonagall welcomes you all to another exciting year at hogwarts university. please make to join us for the welcoming feast, where first years will be sorted into their houses and then everyone will dine on the best food the house elves can conjour up! afterwards, the gryffindor common room will be hosting a small get together that is open to all houses. enjoy the first day back and remember classes start on monday!
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION:
welcome to the first event!
this event takes place on september 1st, but starters and replies for this event can be written until thursday, may 9th.
starters can either take place at the feast, or at the "small get together" in the gryffindor common room. (small get together means party......james and sirius are involved).
all houses are welcome to this party and the password for the gryffindor common room has temporarily been disabled for the night.
any other questions about this event feel free to ask the main or ask an admin channel in the discord.
— characters: silas & thea
— setting: late night at holy spirits
— partner: @theaxharris
Without a doubt the cowboy knew every watering hole in town well, and was no stranger to planting himself on a stool at the bar of Holy Spirits. Both his father and grandfather alike had stories to share about the history of this place, and perhaps that was a reason he was fairly fond of it.
That, and it wasn't quite as common of a venue for that crowd that knew him well.
Sometimes a man just wanted to drink all the sorrows and heartache away in peace.
"What's the top shelf stuff doing up there just sitting around lookin' pretty," he commented to Thea as she made an appearance. The question could easily be misconstrued and was a bit of a flirtatious play as his smirking eyes and lips were directed at her but his mind on the expensive whiskey just wasting away on a perch.
"You wanna bring that down and have a drink with me? It's been a while..." Silas had been out of town for two months straight, only recently returned a couple of weeks ago.
Crouching over the edge of the garden, Amsale dug into the frozen ground with a small trowel she had found discarded near the small home she was now calling her own. She hadn't really had a chance to settle in yet, feeling like she was living in someone else's house, which was technically a fact of the matter, but all the yarn, thread, knitting and sewing supplies left behind didn't help her see the place as home yet. There was a lot to go through, but she procrastinated on it, instead focusing her attention on the small garden out front.
To her relief, she managed to find some small tuber roots buried beneath the surface which she started to collect and place off to the side, something she could plant again when the weather warmed up, maybe even get them start sprouting in the house and ready to plant early in the season. The problem was, she didn't know what these plants were and likely wouldn't be able to figure out until they were older. A man waking past caught her attention causing her to stand. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know what was growing here before, would you? Like, just in general?" She questions, wiping the dirt on her hands off on her pants.