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What is your most treasured memory?

“It was kind of ruined by violence, but the day Paxton was born. I was going to give him up for adoption until the gang stormed the place so I only held him maybe five minutes. He was so cute though. Wrapped up in this little blue blanket and a tiny hat on his head. He held my finger like he just knew who I was. It was so surreal.”

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Who would you consider your closest friends?

“Stephen and Matilda. Both got my back unlike some other shitheads in this town.”

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The eternal debate: Cats or dogs?

“Definitely a cat. Cuddly and cute, nonnie.”

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Who do you think is the best/worst in bed?

“Are we basing this on opinion then because I haven’t gotten the chance to sample the treats in this town just yet sort to speak. Going to say for best I’ll throw Felix and Landon in there. Felix seems like he could be pretty kinky, and have you seen Landon? Worst...Sorry Cal but that man has been around the block one too many time to still be in A+ shape. Going to add Trip. Sloppy teenage angst? Yuck, no thanks.”

@felixdrakos, @landonxhastings, @cal-rook, @tripfindlay

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Why are you such a huge bitch to everyone? If this is about your kid, go get some help.

“I’m a bitch because I know how people are. I’d advise against mentioning my son.”

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Favourite drink?

“Fireball hits the spot. Cinnamon drinks of any sort or apple. Both are the bomb.”

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What place would you most like to explore in the world? With who?

“I’ve always always wanted to see Germany. My roots date back to there so it’s a curiosity thing, but I hear it’s gorgeous. I’d take Stephen. If he wanted to go.”

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matildahunt:

 Matilda sat back relaxing a bit. Even with her frigid skin a hot bath felt wonderful. She lazily played with some of the bubbles. “ You know me darling. I mostly have been busy at the cafe. Finally got the greenhouse up and running which is nice. Took a bit longer then I wanted but turned out far better then I had planned.” she said with a dreamy smile. “  I went on what I think was a date. It was nice. We went to the beach, shared some drinks, ate food and relaxed.” she said with a dreamy smile. 

“Greenhouse huh? That sounds calming at least. Cafe running sounds a little hectic for my taste. Good to see you got the thing running though. It was a work in progress last I checked.” Bex had been by a few times here and there. Mainly for treats of course. “Oh ho so you did find someone in this tiny ass town. Good for you. I bet you got him wrapped around your finger already. You know you’re good at that.” She lazily let her fingers coast along the top of the water, enjoying the warmth against her skin. 

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summercalvery:

Summer settled into the free chair, her body language casual and unassuming. “You decide how this works, Bexley. You decide what you want to talk about, when you want to talk about it, and how deep you want to get. Sometimes people want to get detailed, chart out goals that they want to reach, tackle their issues one at a time. Other times people just wanna talk and see what comes up during a specific interaction and deal with that as it comes. I adapt to the needs and preferences of the people I’m talking to. You are one hundred percent in charge, I’m just here to be a sounding board, to let you sift through your thoughts and feelings without feeling like you’re talking to yourself, and to provide an unbiased third party perspective at times.”

Bex nodded, taking in the woman’s words.So it was up to her then. She should start with the main issue then. “Sounds good. Better than the other dude I  tried.” She had higher hopes here at least. “My main trigger is that I lost my son. He was eight years old and as wild as they come. Like me which I was proud of. There were the massive fires back where we were. He left his stupid power rangers toy on the table of the club and I walked out holding his hand. Then next thing I know he’s running back in and the building collapsed. I don’t know how to be alone so I mean I leaned on him a shit ton. Even if he was a kid. Now he’s gone and I’m losing it.”

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stephenneeley:

Stephen leaned back, the sense of stress leaving him and an eery kind of calm coming over him. There were vampires, who could kill him, she was a witch and Declan was a werewolf. It felt like he was sucked into some weird episode of the twilight zone, but he was just spectating and it wasn’t really happening to him. “Hmm. I see. It’s weird as fuck though,” he mumbled as he refilled his glass again. “New topic. If you’ve got a sugar momma and you have me, why are you still working?”

“Weird is one word for it,” Bex hummed, holding out her glass for another refill too. “Well, it’s fun Bartending is nifty. Learned some tricks. I got offered a job at the strip club that’s going to open up. That’s fun too. It’s for my enjoyment and not my pockets sweetie.”

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kendallxlawrence:

Kendall rolled her eyes and groaned, though the corners of her lips tilted. “Now I’m just disappointed. I was expecting a dirty joke. Like … Why does Santa have such a big sack?”

“That one is soo tired and old,” Bex defended. “Mine was original to some degree.”

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hicktownvampirex:

“Two tire-” Brady repeated before he started to laugh, getting it. “Two tried-two tires….”

“Told you it was funny.” She laughed at the man’s reaction, the bartender she recalled even through her haze. “Made your day, right?”

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summercalvery:

Summer had been convinced that her talents were useless in this town. And it was true that there was little chance she’d ever have an office with her name on it, and a paid by the hour position, but it seemed she wasn’t completely useless. She’d printed out a paper with her contact info, hung it at town square. If anyone needed to talk with a professional, to be heard, she was here. And what do you know, somebody answered.

She spotted the blonde almost as soon as she reached their agreed upon meeting point.  Fidgety, anxious, looking like she had the world on the tip of her tongue and it tasted bitter. “You must be Bexley,” she greeted as she reached the table. “I’m Summer.”

“That’s me.” She looked young but Bex wasn’t going to jump to conclusions yet. Her options were limited. “Nice to meet you.” As much of a bitch as she could be, she knew when to bite her tongue. In this case, it called for some manners unlike her usual attitude. Still, she leaned back in her seat, arms folded over her chest. “So, how does this work exactly? I tell you all my issues and shit?”