124 Ellendale Street

[My Sweet Snow White]

☀ ━━━━◞ do YOU want ( to go to the seaside. )
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I'M NOT TRYING XXX TO SAY THAT XXX EVERYBODY XXX WANTS TO GO
I'M NOT TRYING XXX TO SAY THAT XXX EVERYBODY XXX WANTS TO GO
I'M NOT TRYING XXX TO SAY THAT XXX EVERYBODY XXX WANTS TO GO
i fell in LOVE at the seaside.
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☀ ━━━━◞ a 124 ELLENDALE STREET role play - ( open. )


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The roleplay is ( officially open. )


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[RavenRoseQueen]

Anastasia Blackmoor day had been one massive string of mind numbing events. In which she really hope her mind would at some point crawl out of her skull and head for freedom. This chain of events had started with her alarm not going off, an honestly common pastime of hers, as most nights she'd stay up late into the wee hours of the early morn reading some book or another, only to forget to set said alarm. However this wasn't the case, shed been a good girl, setting the time and checking it twice. No she hadn't failed to be responsible. So with this soundness of mind she had gone to sleep fully thinking that the heinous buzzing noise would wake her at the right hour to be on her way to pick up her boss's dry cleaning and be able in fact also pick up her boss form the airport. Her boss Mr. Banning had been over seas for the summer, hunting pottery of the late Hellenes era. He had promptly left her with a list of things she was to do in his abstinence and a very detailed itinerary what she should do before picking him up. Ana would have like to just gone with him on the trip, but he had view her work as his personal house sitter as the utmost importance. Over of course giving her actual experience in the field. He had taken a very busty history grad with him on this four month trip, instead of his assistant.

Ana had in some ways enjoyed her freedom, sure there wasn't much to do other than setting up displays, doing a lot of filing and common paper work. That work hadn't bothered her it was part of her everyday job, she did the stuff her boss was too busy for, it was kind of an assistant whole reason for being after all. On top of the normal there was making sure Mr. Banning cat, plants and fish didn't die, or doing some odd chore or another as requests via phone or text message as he thought of them on his trip. This was a little irksome as it had nothing to do with her actual work, more over, she had school on top of her normal duties (though it was online for the summer). Yet in many ways while he was gone she was kind of her own boss, she could come in when she liked, she could spin in the spinny chairs when she got bored and nobody would raise a brow. What she had been doing mostly was make-believing she owed the office and home of her employer, as she did her daily tasks - it was quite fun indeed. Oddly however it didn't cross her mind that if she was having such a grand time without her boss maybe she should look for a new one. He clearly didn't seem to have much investment in furthering her training or giving her a helping hand in growing in their chosen profession. Ana seemed blissfully unaware of this fact, thinking instead, the reason for his lack of involvement in her training, was that she was just such a great assistant he didn't want to lose her yet, that had to be it - right.

So with the first day of Mr. Banning's leadership already starting with her being late, it had all pretty much gone down hill from there. She missed her "freedom" for sure and her time to dream of being the boss, but most of all, she missed being able to spin. So mind numbing was all she could do as she work, under the new order of things. Her only saving hope was making it home. There she would be able to put her mind to use or at least let it run free with her roommates. She shared a apartment with some college buddies William or Kas as his friends knew him, there was Carly... and a person they had found on craigslist. Ana was still making up her mind on what she thought of the newcomer. Audrina was friendly enough yet in her time with them - Ana had not really done much to allow the other woman to befriend her. After all bunked up in her room catching up on her reading wasn't a way to be social, but of what she had allowed the other woman in, she had found her personable and now that work was proving to be a hassle again she was looking forward to knowing this woman better. Her other roomies would have maybe picked up on Ana's overdosing in books as a sign she was bummed over being left behind by Mr. Banning. They also knew the best way for Ana to overcome her sadness was to left her to her books, not that they always did this. When 5pm hit she was glad to see 124 Ellendale. As she walked into the doors she sent Carly a text something she hadn't done all summer. She pushed send as she got into the elevator.

To: Marry Poppins
From: Bow Before Isis - ME! ^^
its back - help me!
i'll be up stairs in a sec are you
home yet?

She sent another message, a question puzzling her so she asked someone
whom she usually bugged with such matters, as she waited for the doors to close.

To: Kaz
From: Bow Before Isis - ME! ^^
hey do you know why my alarm
might have not gone off this morning?

[QaHom]

Λ Ҏrofessor's Ҏoem:
XXXXXШhether it's test anxiety,
XXʘr lack of knowledge
XXXXXΎou can always dig ditches
XXШhen you flunk out of college.

┇┇┇As five o’clock hit there were three people in line to clock out. Andrei was in the middle and the guy in front of him was having a hard time. They had all worked the morning shift for the library and his co-worker in front of him had the bad luck of working two jobs. His night job often left him cranky. Knowing this Andrei tried to let him figure out why his card wasn’t working on his own, but after the third try he spoke up. “You know, if you swipe the card all the way through it will work better. It’s an old machine and gets picky when you swipe it back and forth like that.” He looked over his coworkers shoulder as he paused sighed and tried again. This time it flashed green and beeped. “You’re welcome.” The other man grumbled something as he walked away but Andrei didn’t pay much attention to grumbles. If it was important they would say it so it could be heard. Clocking out he picked up his bag from the floor and headed towards the door. There were a couple of books in his backpack and a pair of clip on roller skates.

Once he was on the side walk he slipped on the wheels and pulled out an MP3. He stuck one headphone in and started for home. Brand New Key played and his headed tilted as he hummed the song. It was a habit of his. He played the song on his way to work as well, and pretty much any other time he went somewhere on his roller skates. Once the song was over the MP3 shuffled through his music till he got to his apartment building, which didn’t take that long.

He just barely caught the elevator as someone was going up. Spinning to face the doors he went to turn off his music when he realized who it was, Anastasia. Andrei wasn’t sure what it was but there was something about her that he just didn’t like. He should have figured it out by now with how much he saw her. She was a regular at the library, read through books like crazy. Staring at the elevator doors he shifted his weight to one foot so he could push off as soon as they opened.


Λndrei Ɍune Єlwyn
Ҭhe ❛Қnow-Ίt-Λll❜

Home Base: 4D Current Location: Apartment Elevator Company: Anastasia Did You Know: Modern Elevators can reach 3000 feet per second.

[Skilamalink]

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What was that sound?

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What in the hell is that annoying ******** sound?

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

s**t. It's the alarm.

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Why in the damn hell, is an alarm going off?

Cameron, lying sideways on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of red boxer-briefs, started gathering the energy to throw his phone out th- Oh, wait, s**t. Today’s the audition. The audition for that, um - oh, that commercial for that cream. Crap! Cameron shot up in bed, searching amidst the twisted sheet and comforter for his phone. When he saw the light shining through the sheet he uncovered it quickly and swiped the lock screen only to reveal the time was 5:00 PM. The audition was at 10:00 AM. That meant, the alarm went off every 10 minutes for about seven hours. It was only just now that the man had slept last night off long enough to hear it blaring its monotonous tone. Cameron hung his head, let out a forced puff of air through pursed lips, tapped the ‘cancel’ button, and proceeded to draw his comforter up into a soft pile, which he despondently dropped his face into.

An unexpected tone sounded, one that signified an incoming text. Cameron lifted his head, swiped his phone unlocked, and tapped the screen to read the message.


Had fun last night. ;) Call me later.

FROM: Todd with the Hot Bod
TO: You


Cameron groaned and tossed his phone to the side. Why did this guy have to ruin such a good thing? The meaning of a one night stand is that you do not contact the person in the morning, or ever.

...How did he even get my number?
Cameron’s brows pulled together and his eyes shifted suspiciously.

A moment later, he hopped out of bed and made his way into the kitchen, tousling his hair as he opened the fridge and peered into the light with squinted eyes.

“Hey, who’s going shopping?” he asked, loudly, at no one in particular. He wasn’t exactly sure who was in the apartment at this time but the fridge was practically empty and so, of course the hungry man voiced his concerns. After surveying the inside of the fridge, he took out a container of milk, about one-third full, and popped open the lid. This is when Cameron took a sneaky look around his immediate vicinity and, seeing that no one was around, drew the opening to his lips and started to drink it down.

✪】Location: Kitchen With: ?? Mood: Hungry, and slightly hung-over 【✪

[My Sweet Snow White]

The clock finally ticked over to twelve, indicating the end of the workweek. Nathaniel couldn’t have been anymore happier. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his job, it was that the cases he had received this week were particularly stressful and reminded of a on-going personal case he was working on. Every time he finished case at the Department, he had more hope that he would find her, but all his leads would lead to dead ends. Nate didn’t know how much longer he could go on like this. Logging off his computer, he made sure it was turned off, and his desk chair was pushed in before he left. Taking the new, shiny elevator with 10 of his co-workers to the ground floor, Nate didn’t say much. He just listened. Everyone seemed to have big plans for the weekend, especially since it was so close to Christmas.

As he drove home, The Kooks blasted through the car speakers, and distracted Nate from his thoughts. There wasn’t much traffic, so he made it home in around 20 minutes. He parked in his undercover car spot, and then took the stairs to the ground floor. He’d found the elevator tended to play up more in the basement floor than any other floor, and the gate always got stuck, and Nate just didn’t have the patience for that, today. Uncharacteristically, there were a few people waiting for the elevator. He didn’t know who any of them were, but did recognize there faces, and kindly said ”Have a nice weekend” as each neighbor left. And finally they made it to the fourth floor. Fishing his keys out of his workbag, which only seemed to have endless pockets when he was looking for his phone or keys, he opened the door of apartment 4D. There didn’t seem to be anyone home quite yet, but that was normal this time of day.

It was unusually messy in the living room and dining table, but at this moment Nate just wanted to get out his suit and tie, and get into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Nate quickly changed into his casual clothes, got himself a glass of water from the kitchen, where the mess seemed to have persisted to. And this was where he saw Cam (his best friend) drinking straight out of the milk carton. Classic Cam. Cam he had known since middle school, and was the best friend that he let loose around. ”Dude, I'll go shopping tomorrow morning for the pot luck dinner, so write a shopping list for me, and how’d the audition go? You look like sh** by the way” he said as he washed the glass, and placed it in the drying rack. After listening to Cam’s excusable excuse for ditching the audition, Nate let Cam know he’d be around for dinner later on, and that they should discuss what they were going to make for the Pot Luck dinner tomorrow night. He picked up his keys and phone from the side table at the door, but just as he was about to open the door, Delilah, the new girl came rushing in. Delilah, he wasn’t quite comfortable around yet. She was very intimidating, and Nate was naturally shyer around women than he was around other people. Nate gave her a quick wave, and said ”Bye, I’ll see you at dinner, we are having a apartment meeting, I’m off to see Carly” as he passed her.

Carly was a vivacious, talkative teacher who lived in apartment 4C. She was beautiful and a great listener. Nate could freely talk to her about his issues at work, but hadn’t yet got to his personal experience with child abuse. When he tried to talk about anything other than kids, he became himself, the quiet, shy guy, and just let Carly talk. Not that he minded. He liked listening to her. She was interesting, and the only woman Nate had been attracted to in a very long time. He quietly knocked on door 4C, waiting for someone to open the door for him.


To: Carly
From: Nate
Msg: Hey, I'm outside your door, could we talk?



♡◞ Current Location: Apartment 4C door Company: Cam Interaction: Cam, Delilah and Carly

[indigomagenta]

┕⇢ ◆ ◆ THE IMPULSIVE SHOPPER!

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xxx↘ APARTMENT 4CxxxxxFLUSTEREDxxxxxANA & NATE


Carly stood in a long line up for the checkout counter of the grocery store, drumming her fingers on her cart impatiently. She had only been waiting a couple of minutes, but she was already starting to get bored. She scanned her surroundings, watching as a mother and her teenage son unloaded their items onto the conveyor belt, as a little kid grabbed an Archie comic from the magazine stand and started reading it, and as the cutest old lady struggled to take out enough change from her coin purse to pay. Wait, Archie comics? Eyes going wide, Carly glanced quickly at the magazine stand, taking in the number of celebrity gossip magazines that seemed to be calling out to her. She grabbed the first one, flipping to an article about Jennifer Lawrence's newest movie.

It was a typical Tuesday, and Carly had spent the day teaching her grade 2 students about graphs and patterning, maps, and singing songs. School let out at 3:15, but there had been a staff meeting, about the school play, until 4. Since it was Carly's first year as a full time teacher, she had been super excited by the thought of a school play, and volunteered eagerly to help out with the costume design. After gathering her things, she had gone straight to the grocery store. She had picked up some of the standard items, milk, vegetables, meat, fruit, and loaded them into her cart. Carly had also noticed, that there was vanilla ice cream on sale. And though she didn't even like vanilla ice cream, the thought of a sale made Carly super excited, and she had ended up grabbing two cartons.

"Can I help who's next?" said a voice, causing Carly to look up from her magazine in surprise. Shoot, she was next. She hadn't even started loading her groceries onto the conveyor belt. "Oh! Sorry!" she said quickly, dropping the magazine onto the conveyor belt, rushing to unload her cart. She hadn't wanted to actually buy the magazine, but Carly felt so bad about being so slow, and the cashier probably wouldn't like it if she had to wait for Carly to return it to the magazine stand, so she figured what the heck, she'd just get it. Plus, she still hadn't finished reading about the newest celebrity sex scandal.

After the incident at the grocery store, Carly got into her car, driving home while singing along to all the songs on the radio. She was vaguely aware of her phone buzzing in her purse, signifying that she had gotten a text. At the next light, Carly quickly scooped her phone out and read it. It was from her roommate, Anastasia. Ana had apparently just gotten back home, and needed her help.

TO: Ana-conda don't
FROM: Carly
MESSAGE: WHAT'S WRONG?? I'm on my way
MESSAGE: home. see you in 5

Luckily, there wasn't too much traffic, so it didn't take her long to pull up into the apartment building's parking lot. She grabbed her bags of groceries, locking the car, and quickly rushing to the elevator. Anastasia was probably already in the apartment by now, and Carly was a bit worried about what she needed help with. The elevator finally came, and though she didn't recognize any of the people in it, it didn't stop her from saying hi. She rode it up to the 4th floor, when she felt another buzz from her phone. Hands full of grocery bags, and assuming it was just Ana wondering where she was, Carly ignored it, since she was seconds away from her apartment anyways.

Carly got off on the fourth floor, and walked towards her apartment door, when she noticed from down the hall that Nate was standing outside of it. Her eyes widened in surprise, as, for a moment, a very brief moment before she pushed it away, the thought of Nate being there to see her and pick her up on a date and kiss her and love her crossed her mind. "Stop it, Nate isn't interested in you," she thought to herself. "Hey Nate!" she called out, alerting him of her presence. "Looking for me?" she asked, grinning, as she walked towards him, trying to get her keys out. "Or Ana or Kas or Audri?" she continued. "Ana should be home by now, but I'm not sure - aha - about Kas and Audri" she said as she managed to get her keys out. She unlocked the door, pushing it wide open. "Come in!" she said, walking into the apartment and setting the groceries onto the kitchen table. "So what's up?" she asked, finally turning to face him, vaguely aware of the fact that she had barely let him say a word since she'd gotten there.

[SatansBltch]

It was normal on a day like today where Ly got up earlier than anyone else in the house to start her morning routines, first she would go for a jog then head to the gym, possibly do some yoga, go get a vegetable smoothie then come back home to get ready for her day. When returning into the fourth door on the fourth floor, Ly was greeted with a mess. Well, it was there when she left this morning and knew it would be there until she cleaned it.

She made her way to the bathroom where the mess persisted and took a shower, and finishing up her morning routine. She dressed in the latest and up-to-date fashions, grabbed her purse and walked back out the door. She worked in a well-known company in a high-ranked position, but hardly went into work unless there were important meetings or she was needed for something. Like today. Delilah June Malakai, or better known as Ly had moved to this city on a transfer and promotion with her job. She had taken residence in an apartment shared by three others. You're probably thinking 'She's rich! How is she not living in luxury?' Well, when there are handsome men involved, wouldn't you take the opportunity? Now, let's just back up a minute and get to know Ly.

Some people had a lot to say about her, some had the audacity to say that she was a gold-digger! Others had far worse things to say behind her back, especially the real reason why she left her previous town. Delilah was once married to an older man who had a fortune, her fortune. When he had passed mysteriously, many people turned to blame her for the.. misfortune so hours of interrogations later they stupidly let her off the hook. Seems like money can solve all your problems.

After the call-in catastrophe of work, Ly had the rest of the day to shop and make her troubles fade away, some people turned to drinking, drugs, or who knows what else. Ly turned to shopping, buying luxury and designer brands. Once she realized that more people were crowding the streets, she decided to head home only to be met with an infamous mugger. Well, cities are known for thievery, right? Good thing all the cardio she does every morning did her good, Ly started running towards the apartments bursting through the doors and into the elevator, hoping the apartment door was unlocked and ran into the still messy room. Her breathing was heavy as she made her way to her room, laying her bags down and peeking back into the room when she heard her roommate, Nathaniel talk to her.

Oh, bye Nathan. Have fun. She called back and walked back into her clean room, she had to do something about the rest of the apartment. After putting up her new items she dressed in yoga pants, a sweatshirt and a big top-of-the-head bun and walked back into the living room to be greeted with Cam. Hey Cam, have fun? She asked. A special thing about Ly was her accent, she was from the south, born and raised, and recently moved from. When you live in the South, you typically have a southern drawl, but don't be fooled by what she would call "redneck" Let's just refrain from calling her that. Ly almost always said key and iconic southern or Texan phrases and usually called everyone 'hun, hunnie, or sweetheart'. Shug, I'm about to start cleaning. Bending over to get the cleaning supplies where they were kept. She hated a messy home, but first she went to the fridge and made herself a tall glass of sweet ice tea.

Location: Apartment 4D :: Company: Cam/Nate (Just left)

ooc; this layout is very temporary, and i apologize for it being late, i had a paper to write! c:


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My Sweet Snow White

[g r a h a m m m]

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After hearing his alarm go off, Kas got up and quickly jumped in the shower to get ready for work. He was usually the first person up in the morning, but that was common for the male. Weird thing about Kas was he loved mornings, something about it always made him happier. Maybe it was the crisp new sun every morning, the sweet coffee smell in the mornings, or the fact it was one of the few times he was up alone in his home. He shared an apartment with three other people, and those people all being girls, it could be a bit hectic somethings. Granted, he loved these girls to death, but it was nice to be alone from time to time, not like he meant anything bad about it.

After his shower he quickly got dressed and grabbed his belongings before heading out the door. As usual Kas preferred to stay on a schedule, and time of course was important to the male. Even in the morning, he knew he woke up at seven and at least had to be in the shower by seven-fifteen to get out the door at eight. Even though he started work at nine am, he usually stopped by the coffee shop to order himself and his friend some coffee. His friend of course being the other guy he works with in their shared office space. Since Kas worked a private firm with just a couple of other lawyers, they usually had to split some offices due the fact it was a small private firm. Not that he minded at all, it was perfect for him. He shared space with a friend he met in college while getting his Juris Doctorate, and even though it was a small firm he meant he could get his Masters in the mean time at least part-time.

Kas worked for his Masters mainly online at night before going to bed, not that it would take him too long. He was almost done with a year of studies, so he had a little over a year left. Another reason why he had to help pay rent with three others, he clearly didn't have the funds for an apartment by himself.

All Kaspar did on the usually work day was anything from business lawsuits, custody and divorces, to malpractice, which he thought was the worst of all. Something about someone suing a medical doctor was pointless to the male. He understood when it was serious, be it was usually things that wasted his time. Luckily upon the clock hitting around five pm, Kas helped close up work and made his way home. He worked the normal hours of nine to five most days, but it at least made him money to pay for school and rent.

Walking home he had his hands in his pockets and smiled as he saw the street sign of Ellendale street. Walking into the doors of building one-hundred and twenty-four, he hopped into the elevator and went up to the forth floor. Upon walking into the doors of his apartments he noticed Carly and Nate? Honestly he didn't really talk to the other male, but he did see him around from time to time. Hey guys, how was your day?




: work to 4C tab : carly && nate tab :below in spoiler.

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My Sweet Snow White

[Mr Celtic Enigma]

tab The entirety of a floor inside of a bedroom housed in the middle of an Uptown street apartment couldn't be any messier then it looked right now. Clothes were strewn around the room. The scent of continuous sex, sweat and an outside breeze blowing through half-opened windows filled the room. On the floor laid two individuals who didn't just partake in the act of sexual pleasure and foreplay. No. They put their bodies on the line and caused one another to endure the scars, bruises, bumps and benefits of extremely desirable roughhousing. Ranges of minor blemishes, markings and claiming indicators such as suckling marks, hickies, bites, fingernail scratches and hand made marks were decorated upon their bodies. Well, more so the male then the female. Although the male would have you believe that the female would be feeling the lingering effects from both sides of her chest, to her groin from last nights events. His pride admitting it and his cockiness confirming it. The god awful sound of an alarm clock buzzing on his nightstand was what initially caused the male to stir. But an annoyed and woken sound plus a verbal response from the female who had laid next to him was what truly grasped his attention. Dez! Wake up! I'm running lateeee.

tab The feminine voice belonging to an up and coming blonde haired, blue eyed model had informed the male laying next to her that she was late. Late for what, he would never know. Perhaps if he had searched her phone or inquired about her plans later on that day, or had asked about it last night, he would have known. But no. Thinking with his crotch instead of his head, the mindset of Desmond Pierce was set on one thing last night. Rough sex. Did he achieve his goal? Absolutely. However, sleeping on the floor was not quite in his plans of things he wanted to do. His bed was nice. A TempurPedic mattress pad and pillows, soft sheets and a warm blanket kind of nice. The kind of nice where having sex in the bed made no noise due to the weight of the bed and how the feet of each bedpost were on transparent rubber floor grips to keep steady. That kind of nice. But.. things started from the bed and ended on the bedroom floor. Figures. The females name was Amber and she was becoming much more late for her appointment by the minute. Seconds after informing Desmond of this, she tossed Desmond's own pair of jeans at him at the exact moment his lips parted to mumble words and head attempted to raise up. Well, at least his jeans still smelled clean.

tab Because he had received a face full of jeans, Desmond groaned as he let his head fall back down upon the pillow that his head had originally rested upon. Rolling onto his back as two hands slowly rose to toss the jeans off of his face to his left. "Nnnnnnhhh... Why must you do these things to me. Ugh" Desmond responded between another set of varied groans. Trying to wake himself up in a sort of uncanny way by arching his back and popping his knuckles. Slowly sitting up as kept a hand behind him to prop himself up, his free hand now rose to his eyes and rubbed them awake. Blinking more than usual but only to fully take in the scene around him, it was carnage. A couple minor blood spots here and there, dried up wet spots on the floor, indented carpet fabric from the weight of his slept body. It was wild. At least the scent of sex was being sucked out of the window from the in and out breeze passing by. But now his bedroom looked like hell. Refocusing on the more appetizing sight in front of him however, the nude and healthy body of Amber was walking around trying to find her clothes. The curvature of her body from breasts to butt, her cute short height and visual facial expression of determination towards locating her belongings. It all just made him laugh.

tab Oh, what a beautiful sight it was. "Putting on clothes already? Oh come on Amber. You know avoiding 'morning wood' is a waste of good sex. Plus, you look so... stiff. You really need to loosen up a bit" Desmond suggested. Hidden thoughts covered by a very mischievous smirk. No, Desmond! Come on. Twenty-four hours of endless sex, and you still haven't had enough? Don't you dare give me that look. I'm late for a shoot and you're just holding me up, Mr. Sex Machine. Such lies. Desmond knew the more he looked at Amber, she would give in. It was like clockwork. However, Desmond figured he would up the anty. Now that he was sitting up, Desmond placed his arms behind his head and arched his back once more to now 'puff out' his chest. His very muscularly inclined, athletically built chest. Even his abs had a nice pop to them. While doing this however, he let his fingers glide over the varied marks over his body in pride. The thought process being put forth to keep Amber around was visible, but his tired body and not yet woken mindset was not performing at his very best. This, being part of the reason that Desmond was using as an excuse for his attempts to keep her around failing miserably. With her clothes fully dressed and a kiss on Desmond's lips, Amber was out the door.





tab Within the hour of Amber having left, Desmond finally forced himself to wake twenty minutes after her departure. His first order of business being to clean up his bedroom of all the clothes and remnants of his wild night last night. Carpet cleaner, vacuuming, scrub brush, Febreeze, you name it. He kept the window open throughout this whole process to maintain the air sucking out all the scent of his sexual adventures and keeping his room smelling as fresh as possible. Sure ,the scent would go away within half an hour at most. But with how involved Desmond felt he needed to be when it came to keeping his apartment clean, the scent was pretty much gone in less than that time. Once that was finished and his room was as neat, tidy and clean scented to his liking, Desmond took to the shower. A shower, that lasted quite awhile since he took the time to shave bare where it counted most and really scrub in the soap and shampoo to get the most effect out of his shower. Fast forward fifteen minutes later through both a thorough drying and assembling of comfortable clothing for the day, Desmond soon emerged from his bedroom. One jean pocket containing his wallet and the other containing his car keys, Desmond looked to be ready to go at a moments notice.

tab That is, if he had somewhere to go. Which.. he didn't. He just liked to be dressed for the day just in case he was needed. His career as a model was a never ending process of magazine articles, photoshoots, live events, runway shows, fragrance campaigns and a few commercials inbetween. Luckily today, he had off. Miraculously enough he actually had a full day to do whatever he wanted before he would have to sleep early and return to his grueling modeling schedule tomorrow. Desmond was receiving a ton of credibility for four new recent magazine covers and articles he had been featured in. ContentMode Magazine. Lifestyle Magazine. ICON Magazine and finally, Annex Men Magazine. Each magazine telling a bit about his personal life and how dedicated he was to his modeling and menswear clothing lines as well as the fragrance campaigns he's been in. One or two magazines telling a bit about Desmond's life and background in each one as well as his eating habits and workout routine. Such magazines were sold on store fronts, in bookstores and were obviously sent in the mail through subscriptions. By now, Desmond had quite the assortment of magazines he had been featured in, which he had aligned upon the center of his coffee table in the living room.

tab Still feeling just a little tired even though he had such an involved shower, Desmond needed a 'pick me up' in the form of a hot liquid beverage. Shaking his head trying to 'shake the cobwebs' out of his head, Desmond managed to briskly stride his way to the kitchen over to the counter in front of his Keurig coffee machine. Sorting through the vast amount of 'K-Cup' selections he had in three different metallic shelving rows inside the 'K-Cup' organizer, Desmond pondered a bit. Ultimately coming down to what he was truly in the mood for compared to what he chose regularly, Desmond finally procured which flavor he'd be drinking this morning. Peeling off the foil lid to one of the French Vanilla K-Cups, Desmond popped the top off his coffee machine and loaded the cup in place. Seconds later, closing the lid and snapping it set before he would begin tapping a few buttons on the coffee machine circular console. These button presses leading to the coffee extractor inside the coffee machine being set to a 'Strong Brew' setting. Before pressing the 'Start' button however, Desmond would grip and slide out the coffee pot and fill it full of water. Once finished, he would pour the water in the back part of the coffee machine up to the designated line for a full pot of coffee.

tab Closing the lid to that section and snapping it closed, Desmond would then pour the excess water in the pot away in the sink. Sliding the coffee put back it it's holder inside the coffee machine, Desmond would now press the 'Start' button as the machine beeped and hissed to life. He knew the whole kitchen area would soon start to smell like French Vanilla coffee which was something he was looking forward to. Glancing over at the electrical outlet attached to the wall above and near the corner of the kitchen counter, Desmond reached over and unplugged his cell phone from the charger. Pressing his thumb to the screen and unlocking his phone after inputting his security code, Desmond leaned his waist against the kitchen counter as he began to go through his text messages. So far, nothing. Becoming relaxed by the scent of the coffee being brewed and the sound of the coffee machine at work, Desmond took the time to go through each of his social media apps. One after the other from starting with Twitter, and ending with Facebook after a quick glance at his Instagram. Setting his cell phone down for now and locking the screen with the press of a button, Desmond now focused on getting a tall grey coffee mug out of the cupboard to use without much delay.



■ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | Desmond's Apartment (Kitchen)
■ ＶＥＨＩＣＬＥ | 1969 Chevy Camero
■ ＡＴＴＩＲＥ | Comfortable
■ ＷＩＴＨ | No One

[RavenRoseQueen]

Anastasia bite back a moan of pure grief when, wonder of wonders to added to her horrible no good day, she had the gift of sharing the elevator with none other than Andrei. She give her neighbor a pain smile that was trying to be friendly, when he took out his ear bud. Ana than did her best to cling to the wall on her side of the left and try to use up little to no space or breath. Now to say that she dislike this man was to use a understatement for she was contemplating what he would taste like with fava beans. Or what it would be like to ware his face as a mask. Which caused her to mentally check herself and clearly doubt her sanity for a good long moment. No maybe dislike was just the right word anything else would be a little.. crazy, after all she did in a odd way admire him. He was the holder of vast knowledge and the gate keeper of the heavenly world of books or at least one of them, a librarian.

There was much to like... if it wasn't for one thing, she had taken sometime to ponder out just where she had formed this dislike from, and that one thing was, he really did know it all. It was hard for Ana to come to terms with this, no matter what topic she planned to bring up to Andrei, in their small talk moments between her checking out books or meet in times like this, he'd all ways been there first, whatever she might bring up... he already knew. So here was the root of her dislike ... he was clearly smarter than she was or more to the point better studied than she. Maybe that was why she would like to take a page from Hannibal Lecter's book and steal that essence... or maybe that sick and frankly alarming idea was due to her currently devouring Thomas Harris Novels on little to no sleep for the past few days. She bit her lip and made a mental note to get some rest tonight and watch something light hearted before hitting the hay, maybe something with ponies. At last the doors open and she bolted as soon as she could. Hoping that Andrei, wouldn't picking up on her hater vibe - though it seemed to her, he might have, as he looked to be waiting for the doors to open just as much as she.

The inky haired woman cast a backward glance, should she have tried to say something to him? Maybe if she had been another kind of person or at least didn't loath competition to be clever with him they would have been a somewhat perfect match. He was good looking and it may have bugged her - he was more than clever, a combination you didn't find much. She shook her head and fought with opening her door, as she crossed the doorway she felt her pocket buzzing. Her text messages clearly forgotten, but she made an attempt to send something back.

To: Marry Poppins
From: Bow Before Isis - ME! ^^
Oh work, Banning is back
I need a ...

It was here she let the days events wash over her and try as she might she found she was not only physical worn down but mentally too. So the last words of her text was undone - cupcake or a hug - but thinking that she had gotten it all out she sent it. The added fact of her frankly not sleeping had at last taken its toll. She put one high heal foot in front of the other and zombie walked to her room. Where on that threshold of her bedroom she dropped to her knees and grabbing one of her shoe in a halfhearted way to get it off, as the other dangled form her feet. She slumped to the ground, lay face down half on her bedroom floor and the other half in the hallway. She was stuck in that vague state of being - when you know your close to dreaming, but are very much aware of what was going on around her. So she heard Carly make it home, followed by another member of their building in fact Andrei, roommate Nathaniel, if Ana had been in her right state of mind she would have found that very interesting and would have of course help Carly in a very wingman... woman way. However as things stood she's was in a blissfully restful position thinking of her friend having a lovely moment with other pretty boy across the way. When Kas voice was added to the mix a smile crossed her mouth as she truly floated off to dreamland. If anyone listen close enough they could hear the faint sounds of someone snoring.



★» BEDROOM/HALLWAY 4C ★» CARLY, NATE & KAS ★» DARK IN MY IMAGINATION★» OOC IN SPOILER ^^

lol sorry! i went a little loopy - but for some reason ana wanted to go there.
hope its okay. if not i can edit out some stuff.
feel free to chat with yourselves and find her when you guys want ^^

My Sweet Snow White


indigomagenta


g r a h a m m m

[QaHom]

Λ Ҏrofessor's Ҏoem:
XXXXXШhether it's test anxiety,
XXʘr lack of knowledge
XXXXXΎou can always dig ditches
XXШhen you flunk out of college.

┇┇┇The elevator ride seemed to take forever, and got more awkward the closer to their floor they got. In times like these he couldn't help but think on their 'relationship' which he avoided doing as much as he could. It explained why he hadn't figured out why he didn't like her. As they hit the third floor Freud came to mind, and that was never a good thing. Extreme hate is just an expression of repressed love that the Ego can't handle. Squashing this thought brought a scowl to his face, Freud may not be credible anymore but the guy made some catchy theories.

The doors finally opened and she beat him to rushing out the little box they had been trapped in. As he followed her down the hall she tossed a look at him which in the flurry of black hair looked dirty. Once she turned back around and headed into her apartment Andrei exaggeratedly mouthed "Well looks to you too" at the back of her head. Going to unlock the front door he found it already done, someone must home and up. He skated by Nate as he left and headed to his room to drop stuff of.

His backpack hit the floor as soon as passed the threshold. Rolling across the room he plopped on his bed and kicked off his shoes. The question now was what to do with the rest of the day. There was a lot of it left and he had tomorrow off. He could work on that display for work.... But it was easier to look things up at work; it was a library after all. He could start on the books he had in his backpack.... Reading didn't sound fun for some reason. His stomach then decided to let out a protest. Well that settled it. Of course last time he looked the kitchen was pretty bare. Shopping on an empty stomach was a waste of money so that wouldn't work. He decided to check what was left and then go down the street to a cafe or something if it didn't suit his fancy.

Padding out the kitchen he found Delilah and Cam. "Evening guys." Opening cupboards Andrei found a half bag of tortilla chips. That works. Turning back to his roommates he watched Delilah clean. "It's nice not being the first bothered by messes." It wasn't like that was how it used to be, if it was food or something like that Andrei cleaned up just because of flies and smells. Other than that if it wasn’t in his way he usually didn't mind a little mess. A messy home is a happy home. Though in college he'd had a girlfriend for a while that was a clean freak Andrei had changed his habits then simply because it was easier to keep up the clean than do it all in a flurry before she came over. "What are you two up to this evening?"


Λndrei Ɍune Єlwyn
Ҭhe ❛Қnow-Ίt-Λll❜

Home Base: 4D Current Location: Kitchen Company: Cam, Delilah Did You Know: Tortilla chips rejected tortillas.

[My Sweet Snow White]

About a minute after he sent the message to Carly, there she was coming from the elevator. She was already talking a thousand miles per second, and he couldn’t get a word in, but to be honest, he really didn’t mind. And then she stopped talking for a second. Just as he was about to answer he question, Kas came into the hallway as well, and then a minute later Anastasia was there as well. Basically the whole apartment. At least Audrina wasn’t there. Nate really didn’t like her. She was always hanging out with Rose, and she was such a bad influence on her. But Nate did like Audrina’s friend Desmond, the model. He was a bit intimidating, but the guy seemed nice. ””Hey Carly, Kaz, Anastasia. I’m doing great, how was your days?” Nate politely asked the group. He wanted to be out of this conversation as soon as possible, so he could talk to Carly, maybe finally tell her about her. He kind of felt like he was in highschool sometimes when he was around her. He got all nervous, but then when he started talking, he’d just go on and on and on.

”What are you guys making for the pot luck dinner? I hope it’s better than last years one” Last year pot luck annual event had been horrible. Someone has managed to undercook the chicken and everyone in the building ended up with food poisoning. And being the old building it was the plumbing system decided to fail. Nate definitely felt sorry for Storm who had to deal with that disaster, through the pain. But Nate guessed it was nice to see the people they ignored in the lobby and the elevator every other day of the year, apartment from the public holidays. There was the crazy Chinese family on the 3rd floor who alawyas brought dumplings, the Turkish family on the 2nd floor, the teenage stoners on 1st floor, the DVD pirate on the 2nd floor, it really was an interesting bunch of people that lived in the building. He just hoped this years pot luck would be more successful than the last.

Nate and 4D still hadn’t decided what they were going to make, but they were going to discuss that at dinner that night, that is if there was anything to eat… Which there never was. It seemed if you bought food it would be missing in the next hour after it was put in the fridge. After listening to Kas and Anastasia’s recollection of their day, Nate thought he might finally get to drag Carly away so he could spend some time with her. Nate turned to Carly and said”So Carly, did you want to go get some coffee downstairs?” It sounded like he was asking her out, but it was their thing. They always went to the coffee shop down the street, they had the best brunches, and in Nate’s opinion the best salted caramel popcorn shake he has ever had. It was so good it actually has pieces of salted caramel popcorn as a side. And the second best thing about the café was that it was basically opened 24/7. IT was great when Nate woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare about her.





♡◞ Current Location: Apartment 4C Company: Carly, Anastasia, Kas Interaction: Carly, Anastasia, Kas

OOC: Sorry this is such a small post, I just blanked out.

[Sunny Pumpkins]

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The day had certainly been less than pleasing form the start. Mornings at Audrina's new job started way too early. Why do animals get up so damn early? Working at Wayfield Wildlife Sanctuary was definitely not what Audri had planned on doing after graduating college. But it was the first job she could get that didn't require great credentials. She basically moved from her old home overnight, collecting as much of her belongings in her car and found a place to live on Craigslist. It was a shock to everyone. Her parents, brother, sister, . . . would be fiance. . . . . - But now here she was in good ol' New Town where her best friend in the world lived, she found a great loft apartment to live at with great people around, and she got this sweet job. Well, maybe not so sweet. The truth was that she was feeling rather disappointed in herself lately. But who had to know that?

Audri reflected on her journey this past month momentarily as she finished scooping up the last of the tiger feces into the wheel barrel next to her. "You know, Reginald? You're pretty lucky that I'm here." Audri said this to the Bengal Tiger in the corner who's previous owners once thought he would be a good pet. The tiger huffed up a sigh. "I'm not meant to be a mere poop picker-upper. I'm destined for great things. You'll see, Reginald." The large tiger lazily glanced at her briefly. The only one living "the life" was Reginald here. That much was obvious. The brunette placed her hands on her hips and blew her own hair off her face.

Out of the pockets of her dirty pants she fished out her cell phone to check the time. It wasn't quite yet five o'clock but she was definitely ready to leave. "Well, Reginald. Until tomorrow, bro." Audri lifted the handles of the now heavy wheel barrel and rolled it along to the compost pile. She spent the next half hour pretending to work. By the time five o'clock rolled around she was already at the computer read to click the "clock out" button. She collected her purse and hastily headed out before anyone had the opportunity to speak to her. Within a couple minutes she was in her old car and started off toward home.

By the time Audri made it to the loft building her body felt heavier again. The excitement of being off of work had worn off. She parked her car and picked up her phone with a sigh. Looking through her text messages she decided to see what her best friend was up to.

To: Des-Des
From: Audri
Message: Heeeyyy. What are
you up to? <3

Audri finished the text with a heart and pressed "send". She wasn't conscious of this, but most of the time when she sent a heart it meant she wanted something. In this case it was to feel better about herself. Not leading the life she had expected was putting her in a slump. She sighed again before picking up her purse and heading up to her apartment. She took the elevator up to the fourth floor and took a turn to apartment 4C. When she opened the door she saw her roommates Carly and Kas. The neighbor, Nate, was there too. For some reason she got a weird vibe from Nate, who was Rose's brother. She was a pretty cool girl. Nate? Well, he was a little lame. But not all people could be cool like Audri, could they?

"Hey, guys." Audri said to everyone in the room. Her arms and shoulders slumped at her sides. She probably smelled like sewage and probably didn't look any better either. A hot shower was screaming her name. Aaannd then a bottle of vodka. Audri made a pouty face on her way across the room till she made it to her door. In her room she collected some clean clothes and immediately went to the bathroom to relieve herself of the feeling of thick sludge on her skin. She dropped her dirty work uniform in a pile off to the side. Fifteen minutes did not seem long enough to stand in the shower savoring the hot water but Audri was ready for a drink. After her shower she wrapped herself in a fluffy pink towel and headed back to her room. No, she didn't care who might see her in just a towel.

[Mr Celtic Enigma]

tab Tall grey coffee mug in hand and the coffee just about done brewing, so far Desmond was on to a good morning. Obviously the night he had before had to do something with it, but it was bittersweet since he hadn't fell asleep at the same time Amber had. No, Desmond slept half an hour to an hour later, just laying there staring at the ceiling. Contemplating the point in his life where he was still stuck doing the same things he had done as a younger adult. In his earliest twenties, Desmond was a player and felt dignified to coerce a female into the bedroom to grant her a hell of a good night. As an older young adult in his late twenties, Desmond thought that he was done with that part of his life. Granted, he doesn't do it as often as he used to and he was more contentious about the image he let people nowadays see him as. He wasn't entirely as concerned as his sexual adventures as he was his public image and his reputation which was renewed in his mothers eyes through his modeling success. Oh yes, his mother had heard about Desmond's sexual adventures from mothers of young women who had dated Desmond. His mother even knew his ex on a personal level and the two of them would buy gifts for one another. Most likely due to how his mother adored his ex.

tab That was another thing that his mother never lived down, the fact of course that he was responsible for his ex leaving. Funny thing was, they weren't even in a relationship at that point and they were childhood friends who met unexpectedly on a vacation trip. His mother and his ex's mother meeting up for vacation somewhere and Desmond at a young age meeting his ex who was the daughter of his mothers friend. Desmond to this day tried many times to get in touch with his ex's mother, but to no avail. He's heard that his ex was married before, but later found out that she ditched her then-fiance at the alter. He heard that she was pregnant and had a child, but such a rumor was later disproved from friends closest to her. Hell, the only thing he knew about his ex was that she was very successful in the fashion industry as well as her still having 'minions', as she called them, doing things for her. Getting her coffee, reminding her of appointments and upcoming events. Hell, Desmond wouldn't be surprised if his ex had a limo driver and a butler by this point. Possibly unrealistic, but nothing surprised him anymore. He was still a love-sick human male who was trying to ******** away the memory of his ex through as many sexual encounters as he could. He regretted it every time.

tab What could have been a simple five minutes to some people, ended up being a full ten minutes in Desmond time as he had clearly zoned out. A significant amount of time that rendered him unaware that his coffee pot was beeping to let him know that the brewing process had finished. Not only that, but his phone had gone off with a notification tone to either inform him of a push message from one of his apps or a text in general. Was it wrong of him that he wished that one day, there would be a text from his ex that would appear on his phone? Granted, he deleted her number and tossed away all traces of her, except for a single seashell that his ex had given him to remember her by. Also, the same seashell that was on the beach where the two of them had met for the first time. He had the seashell cleaned and polished that way it would look much more decorative and have a significance to it. Sure, the original seashell without any preservative or decorative spray can coats would have been much more symbolic. But, Desmond didn't want the frailty of the thin seashell to be dropped by accident one day and shattered. Believe it or not, his hope for his ex remembering him one day or he himself finding her was both a hopeful thought, and a curse at the same time.

tab Sure, he wanted to finally confront her after all these years and see where she was at in her life that way he could determine how to proceed with his. His hope and determination that there was still something was holding on by a thread. Or really, holding on by a single seashell. Oh right, not just a seashell. But a pair of cufflinks that she had bought him for whenever he wore a suit or tuxedo since she herself loved to wear dresses and high heels frequently. Those exact cufflinks are the same ones that he wore in photoshoots, black tie events, or whenever he dressed up in such suits or tuxedos. Another set of beeps from the coffee machine ripped Desmond from his damn near dismal thoughts as he shook his head and set his coffee cup on the counter next to the coffee machine momentarily. Turning on the sink from a turn of the cold water handle Desmond began to cup cold water in-between his hands and leaned close to the center of the sink to splash that very water upon is face. Yes, he had woken up awhile ago. Yes, he had already taken a long shower and dried off. But, this was something that required him to splash freezing cold water on his face. Something to distract him for the time being. Speaking of being distracted, he should probably check his cell phone now.

tab Reaching over and drying his hands on a small dish rag that hung over the handle of his stove, Desmond made sure to do so until no wetness remained on his palms. Once done, Desmond now turned his attention to his cell phone which he would unlock within seconds and reveal what the notification was all about. Discovering that it was actually a text massage from his good friend, Audrina. She had asked him what he was up to, but thee was a confliction in his mind on how to answer. Should he be completely honest and inform her of what he was truly doing these past ten to fifteen minutes? Or, would he simply give her a more approachable text message that would keep what appeared to be her good mood, good. Huh.. conflictions indeed. However, he figured he could try to get away with both and maybe just use a bit of his own personal charm to disregard his moping and upsetting reminiscing. Hitting the reply button, Desmond's thumbs quickly began tapping away at the screen of his Samsung Galaxy S4 and replied to Audri in such form. Ahh, there you are. Wouldn't be a good afternoon without my favorite person texting me out of the blue now wouldn't it? ; ) Just finished making myself a pot of French Vanilla coffee and now my apartment smells absolutely amazing...

tab Then, he stopped. Midway through posting his text message, Desmond had drawn a blank as to how he would proceed with the text message. Inner confliction between whether he would go through with telling her that he was zoning out and thinking of his long lost ex, or just continue on with the pleasantries. Not one to mope openly about his ex so easily, Desmond continued on with the text that way he could send it off in a timely fashion. But still hinted at a few things regardless. ...Other than a few minor morning issues I had to deal with on my own accord, things have been rather easy going. Permitting I'm able to drink some coffee and relax on my day off, I'm pretty sure the rest of the day should go quite dandy as well. What are you up to? Sent. That left enough for her to determine what such 'morning issues he had to deal with on his own accord' would be through her own guesses while having the other sections of his text to reply to if she chose not to entertain the thought of his minor personal dilemma. Regardless, Desmond set his phone back on the counter and began to pour himself a nice sized quantity of the black liquid nectar of the gods in his tall grey mug. Seconds later, adding coffee creamer and two spoonfuls of sugar to his liking. Now, all he'd have to do was wait.



■ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | Desmond's Apartment (Kitchen)
■ ＶＥＨＩＣＬＥ | 1969 Chevy Camero
■ ＡＴＴＩＲＥ | Comfortable
■ ＷＩＴＨ | No One



Pumpkin Sprinkles

[Sunny Pumpkins]

██¡¡❀⊱::LOCATION apt 4c .██¡¡❀⊱::COMPANY n/a .█ █¡¡❀⊱::THOUGHTS vodkaaaaa .██¡¡❀⊱::OUTFIT ~ ~


When Audrina returned to her room she noticed a small blue light flash from the little bulb at the top left corner of her cellphone. A small smile reached her lips to see it, expecting that it would be from the last person she'd texted. Desmond. Before reading the message she searched her dresser drawers for a bra and panties. She chose a lacy black set and quickly slipped them on, somehow anxious to hear from her friend this evening. She fetched her phone from atop her soft comforter and unlocked it to see the text. The first of what she read brought a full on smile to her face. It always made her feel ten times better to hear compliments and flattery. It was just one step closer to tonight's end goal. To drown out the things that bothered her about her life. Desmond always had this effect on her. Perhaps it was because he cared much less about things then her. In the past year she'd noted that her best friend had become less of a feelings kind of guy. If she were any other girl this might have been a problem. But for Audrina, he was always what she needed at the end of her day. She read over the words "favorite person" again before beginning a reply message.

To: Des-Des
From: Audri
Message: French vanilla? You're like a girl when it
comes to those thing. More of a girl than me lol.

Desmond was preferred the finer things in life far more then her. It always always the way she had been. Of course, to get into such a field as wildlife biology that was the mindset most like her had. When she first started college, anyway. Audri was all about the experience. Not how fine the details were. But she liked that Desmond liked these things. At a younger age it kept her from completely becoming a wild thing. Since she moved to New Town it was like things had picked up since before she left for college. That was the goal. She had missed being able to spend so much time for Desmond. There was something more fulfilling about being with him. She was allowed to completely be herself. Although, she wasn't sure if he knew about her college age lesbian streak. But that was information for another time.

To: Des-Des
From: Audri
Message: Morning issues? You mean kicking
your latest one nighter out ? lol

She sent the next text laughing to herself. Maybe it was his career that made him more this way with coffee and "dandy" days. Being a model seemed like the perfect world for Desmond. She'd always known that he was handsome. There was always a line of girls behind him in middle and high school. She was sure there still was. Especially after becoming a model. Somehow it was never like that between Desmond and Audri though. She loved him. But there was something different about him. Always.

To: Des-Des
From: Audri
Message: I just got out of the shower. Come
over. I got a fresh bottle of vodka calling us.

Audri put down the phone and searched for the rest of tonight's outfit. She grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a loose t-shirt that fit her off the shoulder and slipped them on. Something about inviting Desmond over for the first time made her want t stir things up more. She grabbed the brand new bottle of alcohol off the top of her bedside table where she'd left it and opened it to take a quick swig. Her nose wrinkled once the burn reached her throat. She placed her phone into her back pocket and took the rest of the bottle with her across the hall to her roommate's door. Since Kas and Carly were occupied she wondered if Ana was free. After a couple of knocks she waited for a response. "Ana?" she called as she leaned her body against the door frame and waited for a response. She took a couple more swigs.