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lucifer-vale​:

The physician’s presence did nothing to alleviate the tension, that much was evident, as both the assistant and lawyers abandoned all remains of arguing to glue onto the white coat. For weeks now, things had been so touch and go they weren’t really sure if Lucifer was going to pull through at all. Instead, he’d remained as a permanent fixture in this hospital room, being forced to breathe and eat, with no conscious realization of the world. 

The trio alongside Drew tensed up too. Although they’d all been business partners for so many years, they’d also become something of friends to Lucifer and there was a certain panic to be held that they might never see his smile again, or hear him laugh behind some half-assed insult, or hear him yelling stressful obscenities to fix what was going awry. With him in the room and able to hear the steady beeping of his heart, it served as something of a comfort to the trio for the past few weeks, something that gave him hope. Because he wasn’t gone yet. He was toeing the line, but he was still there, and every moment that passed while he didn’t flatline was something they all were silently cherishing. So when this doctor walked in and said such foreboding words, the three men braced themselves for the worst.

“Alright, um…” the doctor began, leaning against the edge of the counter. “So, we talked about how… we weren’t fully sure of what the prognosis is here with him. His brain injury would already have been enough to complicate things without him having gone into traumatic cardiac arrest. Uh… unlike normal heart attacks, when they’re caused by severe injuries… the survival rate is around 2 percent. Now, that’s just to get him to discharge. I’m very sorry to tell you all this, but there’s a 98 percent chance he’s not going to walk out of here. We’re doing everything we can right now, and last night’s imaging shows the swelling in his brain has been reduced quite a bit since admittance.” The man’s gloved hands lifted up an image of Lucifer’s brain and pointed as he spoke. “Now being as the swelling has come down, we’re going to be looking at potentially trying to wake him up in the next few days. Now, even though this coma is medically induced, with the severity of the brain injury, there’s no way we can guarantee he’s going to wake up. Or that he’ll be brain viable when he does. I have to be up front with you all—there’s a very strong possibility that he’ll be stuck in a vegetative state. Now…” the physician inhaled deeply. “That’s if he lives at all. His vitals have been stable enough for the past few days, but considering how much he toed the line last week, I wouldn’t get my hopes up just yet. We’re doing everything we possibly can, but… I would start, um, saying your farewells, and arranging funeral measures.” A small moment of silence dawned on the room, only the soft hum of music emanating from the corner through the incessant beeping. “We’re going to monitor him for the next few days and if the swelling continues to come down, we’ll make a decision on waking him up. If it increases again, like it did last week, we’ll send in a case worker to… help through the grieving process.”

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there were times in drew’s life where she’d easily separated herself with what was going on around her. it started when she was a child, hearing her parents argue at all hours of the night only to cry herself to sleep until she discovered she could just will herself elsewhere. it extended into her pageant days, not wishing to take on the advances of men her senior, or wishing to even acknowledge any words they said about her. it was easy for her to switch off, take herself somewhere different, protect herself from what was in front of her... but she couldn’t do that now, as much as she wanted to be looking down at herself, out-of-body experience, unable to be affected by what was happening, she couldn’t.  

her fingers curled around his hand as she listened, the medical training and all those years studying doing her a little justice in this moment by helping her understand what the doctor was really saying, what he painted a pretty picture of for the others in the room— but drew? the logical side of her was just filing through the information, riffling through years of med work and study in order to bring her the answers she wanted. the emotional side of her sat dormant, unable to even think about what this meant for the man she’d become so fond of. 

eyes filled, but only a little, delicately sparkling with threatening tears she didn’t know were justified just yet. she was just fucking him after all, right? she was fond of his dick, fond of how he made her feel— or maybe this extended beyond that? maybe there was something else at play here. she wasn’t in the right place to even think about what their relationship was, all she cared about was getting him whatever he needed to survive.  “he’ll be fine.” she said, maybe a little weaker than she intended, but she said it. he was god-like, if anyone could make it through, it was him. her eyes fell over him again, peeling them from the doctor as if she was offended at his words. “there’s a doctor at new york presbyterian called Carson Blake. ” she spoke, running her eyes over the various grazes and bruises that littered his skin. “world class neuro. he can have a look over his stats, give us suggestions moving forward. hell, he might even get on that jet of his and grace us with his presence..” finally she broke her eyes from lucifer, looking back at the doctor once more. “he’ll do it for me.” 

she was determined, as ever, to be able to give lucifer whatever he needed. she had pull, so why not use it? why not get the best that there was in New York to look over his files? she’d worked closely with him in Jordan, they knew each other well, and she knew that he’d do it for her.. and she had to try for lucifer. she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t. “he’ll need a better room for when he wakes up. something with more natural light. he’s not a fucking vampire. he’ll need fresh air, get him something that looks over the ocean.” demanding? maybe a little, but this was what she was good at, making things happen. “I know there’s better rooms than this here, and he needs the best so— let’s get on that.” 

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oftatteredwings​:

“You know what? I don’t think I’d want your first born anyway. I have enough to deal with already.” The Jones’s were the bane of his existence, no matter how much he did actually adore the kids. Addison shrugged very lightly, beginnings of a smirk playing about his features now. As she continued on, mentioning the pool boy, he couldn’t help but perk a brow slightly — that was one thing he’d never had at any point, a pool. His family wasn’t exactly wealthy by any means… or at all really. “Oh, the pool boy, huh?” He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure if I had a pool, I’d be doing it myself. Hanging around on the edge with a net, fishing out God knows what.”

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“excuse you. my first born would be angelic, a perfect child. you’d be so lucky to have my child in your care.” she teased, feigned insult across her features. she could joke about it, sure, but if she actually sat down to think about a literal child of her own, well— that wouldn’t be something she’d do freely. “well, are you after a second job? because I could get used to that idea.” she let her eyes pointedly run over him with a smile, nodding slightly as she met his eyes again. “get you some of those little shorties and everything.” 

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pcytonjones​:

Peyton hadn’t really thought this whole thing out apart from the initial greeting. She always figured she would know what to do once they were face to face, but she found herself completely at a loss for words now that it was actually happening. Drew was obviously someone who shone brightly, who took up a lot of space in a room. It was intimidating and Peyton was the completely opposite. Lowkey and reserved. “Hm, no. Well, I’m not not interested. I’d love to hear more about your… work, but that’s not why I’m here,” she said awkwardly, shifting slightly. “I actually wanted to talk to you about your dad? You see, I think he might actually be my dad too.”

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she blinked back at the other woman as she spoke, a little boredom filtering through her mind, drew attempting to swat it away. it wasn’t so much that she wasn’t interested in the other, more so that she had a purpose to this entire evening, and if someone was interested in her business, she wasn’t quite sure what they were doing taking up her time. the words that followed however, caused her brow to pop in almost a challenging nature, all forms of boredom now gone. she was silent for a moment, looking over the features of the woman claiming to be of her blood. there were some similarities, sure, but she could say that about any pretty blonde. still, her expression soured a little, pressing her lips together as she sent her eyes around the room, making sure no one was there to overhear the conversation. 

“this is probably something to be discussed in a different setting, don’t you think?” she stated, her voice quiet as she moved her champagne flute to her lips. she didn’t need this, her fathers ghosts creeping up from the shadows just to haunt her. why now? “if you’re after money, i’m not the best person to hit up. my momma will pay a pretty penny to keep anything from creeping up to sully the good elliott name.” there was a little chuckle at the base of those words, drew never really liking her own mother, or the way she handled things. 

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lucifer-vale​:

Plastic cup struck his assistant’s cheek, and Hayden startled awake at the impact with a bewildered grunt of “Huh?!” that quickly became fighting words once he realized some short blonde woman was screaming at him. Lucifer, like a stone in the bariatric bed next to them, was unresponsive as he’d been for weeks. All but dead to the world. “Who the fuck let you in?” Hayden croaked at her, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “You need to calm the fuck down, woman. You’re just his business partner! Why do you think you have the right to know what’s happening in his personal life? His medical information isn’t anyone’s business but his power of attorney, who is me. How did you even get in here?!” Amidst the arguing, two lawyer types trailed in the room in tow, clad in full suits and carrying brief cases. Skepticism hung low in their eyes as the two shared a look with Hayden, and then a check up look over to Lucifer and back. 

“Who’s this? The press?” the accusation came stonily out of the first lawyer’s mouth. “We told you to keep everyone out of here except the doctors and us. No press. Jesus fucking Christ, Hayden. And why isn’t the music playing? The doctor said we have to keep the music playing so he’s not brain dead if he ever does wake up.” It was too early in the morning, and tensions were high already between the four of them. 

Hayden was just about to open his mouth when yet another person joined their little party. A song clicked on through the bluetooth speaker next to Lucifer’s bed, and the white coat entered the room looking shocked at the amount of people congregated. “Everything alright in here?” he began slowly. “We’ve got some updates on Lucifer’s condition to go over with you all. I think you’ll all… want to be sitting for this.”

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in confrontation she was her mothers daughter. there were many aspects of life where drew failed to stick up for herself, but she was stubborn and she had often been referred to as some sort of rabid chihuahua when involved in heated discussion. being called a woman did nothing but add more fuel to the fire and while there was a light smile on her features, drusilla was seething under skin. what the fuck were they? nothing. nothing was what came to mind and yet, here she was, standing in his hospital room, letting his assistant have it. “— I’m a doctor, I have interest and money in his company and therefore in his health. not to mention, I’m highly fond of him, so if you wanna get in between me and making sure he’s getting the best possible care, then by all means, try me.” 

the interruption only allowed for her to calm, the insult of being part of the press however undid whatever calming she’d accomplished. she was about to open her mouth and dish yet more harsh words when the doctor came through the door. it wasn’t one she recognised, but this ward was a far cry from those in delivery or ED. drew’s form tensed, and while she didn’t know what exactly was going on with the man in the bed, she knew that when doctors said such things, it generally meant the unexpected was coming. 

hazel eyes fell back to lucifer, a softness over her features once again as she moved closer to him as everyone settled around her. she really couldn’t grasp the fact that this was the same man, but as she sank into a seat close to the bed, she couldn’t help but lace her hand over his as the voices around her began echoing back into her consciousness. 

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lucifer-vale​:

@drxbarbie​ closed starter location: ICU in Baptist Fisherman’s Hospital Waking Up

The slowed and controlled rate of his heartbeat flashed in vibrant green on a monitor fixed beside the bed, beeping forebodingly in unison with his very existence. The man’s body lay limp, trapped into the mattress by two fall prevention guardrails and a cocoon of bleached bed sheets. As if he would be able to turn and fall out of bed anyway. 

Three weeks prior he’d been frantically placed into a coma to reduce the swelling in his brain after his motorcycle accident. Three weeks prior, a doctor had shaved the deep brown curls from his scalp, and drilled a hole through the bone underneath to stop the bleeding. Even having been wearing his helmet, being ejected from his bike and nosediving straight into asphalt didn’t fare well for him. He was lucky it had happened on Duval, just a few yards from where an ambulance was already staging. In fact, as he was falling, the crew was already flicking on their sirens. But Lucifer wouldn’t remember that. 

Various lines ran from his body to bags hung high on racks beside the bed. A feeding tube drawn up his nostril, IVs stuffed into the veins that coasted his muscular forearms. Sedation, antibiotics, steroids—a slew of medication coursed through Lucifer’s bloodstream. A tube connecting oxygen to his lungs through a forced pathway down his trachea, jutted out between his lips, where a ventilator was forcing him to breathe. To stay alive.

This scene had been the same for three weeks. Doctors and nurses would flit in and out of the room, as would his lawyers and assistant, who he’d named POA. Two burly men in black suits would stand outside of the room’s door at all times. In the dead of night, when just the street lamps could be seen outside the window and the sound of his own heartbeat was all he could hear through the seemingly eternal slumber, Lukas had dazed and incoherent nightmares of being trapped inside a wall, unable to move, unable to scream for help. Three weeks’ worth of them. It’d become his new reality. With road burn slowly scabbing over on his face and arms, with his right arm pinned up against his torso by a sling, with gauze wrapped tightly around his bare abdomen. His hair had started to grow back, a full beard having grown in the wait. His swelling had started to come down. His bruises had started to yellow and fade. But he was still trapped in that wall, uncertain where he was or how to get out. 

Lights flickered on in the room as a doctor entered for the first round of vitals on her shift. Lucifer’s assistant lay slumped against the chair beside him, laptop resting on the floor still open. An article on its screen read his title in the headline—’Is the Devil of Key West Dead?’ Maybe mistaken as clickbait before actually reading it. 

‘…Our sources have confirmed that the motorcyclist who we all saw crashed on Duval Street last month was none other than Lucifer Vale, the CEO and owner of Second Circle Entertainment Studios. Lawyers of Vale’s refuse to comment on his condition but another source of ours has told us he is currently in intensive care being treated for severe injuries. The medical staff is unsure of the prognosis yet and has stated to our journalists that he is currently in a coma….’

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she’d been doing her best, moving on with her life like he hadn’t really walked into it all those weeks ago. if she thought about it, which she’d say she hadn’t, her life would have been far less complicated had he stayed away and never stolen her cigarette. he’d been a whirlwind, one that gave her whiplash to say the least and there were other men in her life, albeit not in her company, that could give her what she needed so... why was he still a thought of hers? 

she’d been filling her time since their last falling out (if you could even call it that) focusing on work, and using tinder once again to aid her downfall. she wasn’t perfect, hell, she knew she was far from it and if she closed her eyes tight enough she could hear her mother saying those exact words. she’d done well to unlearn a lot of her mothers teachings, but some ran under the skin, too deep to dig out. 

she’d attended work meetings, expecting to see him but met only with the unpleasant company of his assistant, one who wouldn’t give up the details of why the man wasn’t there, or why she had to deal with him instead. she grit her teeth, dealt with the man and left the meeting as quickly as she could. how could he still be upset with her? how could he be so upset with her that he refused to attend a meeting they’d personally set up together? the audacity of it. drew was angry enough to throw herself at anything and anyone, even stooping to the lowest of lows and looking up her ex girlfriend on facebook. was everyone just happier without her? 

it was late, very late, and drew was a decent way through a bottle of wine when she stumbled across something on her phone. new stories often broke of him, but none like this, and as her eyes scanned the article and made multiple other searches.... she discovered the information was true. the night only got rougher, and drew woke more tired than she had been before she forced herself to sleep three hours beforehand. that didn’t stop her from turning herself out in the best presentation she could. 

her heels commanded attention as she made her way down the hall, locking eyes with the two security at his door and giving them both looks that could well and truly kill a man dead. she was scorned after all, the assistant had failed to mention a rather important detail, and that was that lucifer was laid up in hospital. it was only a moment, albeit one she had to talk herself through, but drew pushed through the doors and her eyes met his form. 

she was speechless for a moment, throat dry as she just stood there and looked him over. she wasn’t used to seeing him like this, in seeing him in any situation that was less that kingly.  it hit her in a way she didn’t think it would, like their complicated mess of a relationship meant something more than she expected— but maybe that was just the shock of it, seeing him as actually vulnerable rather than that god-like tower she’d built him up as.... she shook her head, swallowing before regaining her composure and looking over to his assistant. 

“Wake up!” louder than perhaps she expected, she tossed an empty plastic cup in the assistants direction. “don’t you think I should know he’s here?! You come and sit in those meetings with me and tell me to deal with you, yet you failed to tell me this?! And what are you doing still sleeping? is he paying you right now?! Where’s the doctor in charge? I wanna speak to them.” 

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oftatteredwings​:

“Your soul? Really? Sounds serious…” commented Ade with a playful grin shot in her direction. It was unusual really, to actually be going ahead and admitting that he was sleeping for once in his life. Generally he’d be run ragged through the day, be awake until at least midnight and up again at six. He’d been told before it was a sign of being overtired and not the other way around. “Okay, well, glad you’re okay with it,” he answered her with a soft laugh. When he mentioned bringing the kids around to hers, he nodded his head. “Sounds like an idea. It’ll make a change for them, too, and they don’t get too many of those.”

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she rolled her eyes softly, nudging him lightly with a smile. “well I’d offer you other things but I hardly think they’re appropriate. and I don’t have a first born so...” she trailed off, before giving a sigh. it was different talking to him, she constantly felt like she had to better herself in order to be deemed worthy, but he never set that detail in stone, and it wasn’t actually something that was stated. drew felt like she was living this big lie, like there was a mask constantly covering who she was. ade was a good man, a kind one, one she was sure had better things to do than hang out with someone like her. but— she always found herself asking for his company. “well, I’ll have to get the pool boy out to give it a little clean up, but it’s available for whenever they need a change.” 

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giildedcages​:

admittedly, kip wasn’t a big drinker. he didn’t like the way it made him feel, but sometimes, especially the hard days, it seemed unavoidable. so here he was, standing in franks, staring dumbly at the rows of alcohol. he turned at the sound of the woman’s voice and then turned back to look at the shelf. “i’d love to, darlin’, but it seems none of this makes any sense to me. i haven’t bought a bottle of my own in years.”

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there was a furrow over her brow, yet the smile still stayed in place as she nodded towards the top shelf. “that’s okay honey, it’s just the one on the top there, right out of my reach.” yes, while she was in many pageants in her youth, drew was on the smaller side, heels proving to be most beneficial in all those situations. “— are you looking for something in particular? You look a little lost.”

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drew: I’m going to bed. I’ll talk to you whenever you’re out of this mood.

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drew: I’m procrastinating being an adult and cleaning up my property after that storm. I’m also ignoring my work phone so... I wanna ignore it in a onesie watching harry potter and eating donuts with you. You in?

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drew: i do not need you to find me a husband.  drew: there are enough dicks (both literal and figurative) in my life.  drew: if you wanna find me a wife, I may be down. you could always leave your husband. I mean, it’s an option 😋

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sunkissedisms​:

HE WISHES HEARING HER SAY HE DESERVED BETTER WOULD MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER. it doesn’t. in fact, nathan almost wants to argue with her, because it feels like she’s putting herself down, and even after a year of her disappearing without a trace, it’s second-nature to want to come to her defense. but he DID deserve better, he knows ;   everyone in his life had told him that much, especially his sister. lips press together so tightly they move into a straight line, swallowing any emotion or straying thoughts so he could listen to her give her explanation. it’s only something he’s been imagining for a long, long time.

it’s frustrating to listen to her in the beginning, drew talking about wanting to marry him and have a life with him, as if she hadn’t been the person to come between that. but nate’s certainly not going to stop her now, not when he’s been waiting to have this conversation with her for so long. his eyes stay unflinchingly on hers when the blonde finally looks up at him, eyebrows beginning to crease at the vagueness of her words. it’s enough to make something in his stomach stir, the idea of something happening the very day they were going to get married  ( apart from her running off ) ,   and he had no idea. nathan doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, but it’s impossible for his mind to not swim with possibilities of what she could be talking about.

gently he reaches out to rest his hand on her arm, a touch that’s meant to be comforting. he doesn’t want to shake it out of her if she can’t tell him, but at the same time… well, whatever she’s talking about could potentially change the game. besides, if she thought there was anything she couldn’t tell him on their wedding day that would make him not want to marry her, then maybe their relationship had more issues than he had thought.   “ drew… ”   her name is soft on his lips.   “ you don’t– if you don’t want to tell me, i can respect that, i suppose. but you’ve got to give me something here. ”   a pause, and something darker shifts in his eyes.   “ nobody… hurt you, did they ? ”   his jaw tightens a little just at the prospect of it, wanting to make sure that above all, she was okay.

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his touch isn’t one she’s familiar with anymore, and if she were honest, the gentle and possibly caring nature of it took her a little by surprise. the men in her life since him— well, her latest was prime example of how she’d changed; a man who was unafraid to show the world his own self, in fact, he seemed to enjoy pushing the barriers of what was comfortable and what wasn’t... it wasn’t anything serious, and never would be, but he was a pretty face that kept a certain void busy for now. 

she blinked back at him, easing into the warmth of his hand and stepping a little closer to him. fuck, she missed him. now that her skin was reminded of the feeling of his form all she wanted was more of it. she closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before she shook her head. “no— no one touched me—” she looked down at her fingers, the tan line from where her engagement ring used to sit no longer present on her skin. she often found herself staring at it, missing the stone that lay there before and the promise it help. she wouldn’t have that again, not now. 

“I uh, I was going to tell you on our wedding night—” she started, moving her hand over the stone of the terrace siding as she leaned against it, putting a little distance between them. “— I was about seven weeks pregnant.” she cleared her throat after the words left her, not looking back at him yet. “I was going to tell you and it was gonna be this meant to be thing and I had this big thing planned in the hotel suite but uh—” she didn’t want to say it. she was sure he could put two and two together, it wasn’t about that. it was the fact that saying it out loud to anyone made it real and made it painful again. but he deserved to hear it, didn’t he? he deserved to hear her say those words. “— i ended up losing the baby. — it was very early that morning and I just— I couldn’t pretend that it didn’t happen, I couldn’t give you a normal wedding day after that and — I really just...” she broke off, swallowing and wiping away any tears that threatened her hardened exterior. “I know leaving because of that was the dumbest thing I could have ever done— but I was scared and ashamed and I couldn’t see past it at that point. I packed up, got in the car and drove back to New York. I went back to zia just so she could make sure everything was— progressing as it should in those circumstances. and then a few days later, I kept running.” she finally looked up at him, a little more broken than before, tough exterior cracked. “I know what I did was selfish, and I am very sorry. I’m not gonna hold out on you forgiving me for that because you had to deal with our families asking questions you didn’t have the answers to— but I’m sorry.” 

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oftatteredwings​:

“I’m relaxed. I’m totally relaxed.” Probably a little too much, as there was nothing there this evening to stress Summer out. “That’s the problem with it, it’s too easy. It’s more fun, though, when you can go out and do it with your girlfriends.” Her brows lifted and she chuckled gently. “So yeah, next time you’re definitely coming with me.”

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she pressed her lips together, a smile developing all the same before she nodded. “okay, sure. But I’ll warn you, I’m likely to get flashbacks to my mother forcing me into change rooms to try on the most rediculous pageant dresses before deciding to get one custom made... after I pulled on the 45th dress that day....” she gave a dramatic shudder before she sipped her drink. “I’m stayin’ away from anything with a tiara in it.” 

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oftatteredwings​:

“You can do that, although I don’t think there’ll be a next time. I do enough for the Jones’s already. Next time they’re on their own.” Addison was supposed to deal with the kids and the house, nothing else. Their business was none of his business really. “You do that, he nodded his head, heading for the exit with her now, quite happy to just get out of there now. Nothing about this place was holding his interest. When she mentioned the champagne again, he chuckled, holding his hand out for the bottle. “Hand it over then,” he teased lightly.

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“good for you.” he worked hard, he shouldn’t need to do more than what required of him for the children. she was constantly in awe of what he did anyway. She handed the bottle to him, slinging her fingers into the heel of her shoes and dangling them from her fingers. “I think this is a first for me— wandering the streets late at night, barefoot, drinking stolen champagne in a designer dress...” she trailed off, looking up at the stars above them as she walked. “— hey, what did you mean about me lookin’ busy before? you know I would’ve blown anyone else off if you’d given me that out.” and it was the truth, though her mind did wander back to nate turning up out of no where, and lucifer being a complete drop kick. she couldn’t help but sigh. “I’m sorry to say I did some dumb shit tonight.” 

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oftatteredwings​:

Summer couldn’t help but look at the other woman in disapproval at her words and she shook her head. “Are you serious right now?” she questioned, hands coming to her hips. “We need to change that right away. You can’t keep it all online. Where’s the fun in that?”

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“relax!” drew mused with a chuckle, shaking her head at the other. “I just like that I can send back what I don’t want and it’s easy to sit on the couch and do... besides, It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve had time to be able to actually go into a store.”