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I watch you from afar, you show me what to do and all the games you play, oh, I play all of them too. SHOWED ME (2022) dir. Lauren Dunn

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Frankly, Bianca was enjoying this. It was perfectly conveying what she felt towards Gigi. Perhaps it was even better that someone else was actually doing it. Impulsively, the corners of her lips wanted to twitch upwards in satisfaction, instead, she'd maintained a trained poker face. Even as he pulled her closer, with that gleam of annoyance in his eyes—or was that a rare fleet of anger? "Is this not what you wanted? When you spent all night texting me nonstop? Not my fault she didn't like you enough to overlook your .... downfalls." The smirk that had been fighting its way through finally settled on her face.

Though her moment of satisfaction had been cut short, by the flickering of the lights overhead. Followed by that haunting voice that echoed through the room and the agonizing cries of the Davis girl. Without even realizing it, her hand had reached for Gigi. Gently, this time, in an attempt to find some semblance of familiarity in the chaos. As the lights flickered back on, Bianca muttered, "What the fuck…" under her breath, mostly to herself, as her eyes darted around the space in search of the nearest exit. Without another word, her hand dropped from his, and she'd began gathering her things. Getting out—getting home to Gisele—was all that mattered now.

His date, a woman named Ariana, was staring daggers at Gigi, but more importantly, kept watching the space between Gigi and Bianca as if trying to make sense of things. "It's not like that." Was all he could answer as he tried to pull her away from his body once again. That was when his phone started ringing, going off loudly despite the loud environment that they were in. He saw the resolve on his date's face immediately, and in less than a second she was moving forward and shoving at Gigi's chest while walking right between him and Bianca, effectively pushing them away from each other. "You're a fucking asshole, Giuseppe!" He cringed at the words, but his eyes didn't move away from Bianca's and his hand immediately reached for hers, bringing her closer into a similar position to the one she had put them in just a few seconds ago, clearly annoyed. "What the fuck are you doing? I talk to you, it's a problem. I don't talk to you, it's an even bigger problem. Make up your mind."

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WITH › @dilanyazici WHERE › dilan's place

From the outside, one might not have been able to tell that Bianca was a woman drowning in overwhelming paranoia. But, to the trained eye, those who knew her best -- there would be signs. Yet another chink in the armor, or a rougher demeanor amidst what was already rough. More of a fake laugh. But Dilan, at least, would know without needing Bianca to elaborate. For she was experiencing her own paranoia with the looting of her business. The bottle of wine was lifted in her hands, to top up both their glasses before she sat back into her position on the couch. "How do you get a scared kid to go to sleep without lying that nothing bad will ever happen?"

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It wasn't that Bianca was an unreasonable woman, but perhaps a more fitting description was that she simply was stubborn enough to keep herself from letting go of grudges. Ramon's friend, the same one blowing up her phone, had somehow marked himself as the latest victim. "How is this the horniest event of the year? Don't you remember the Halloween parties when they were giving out literal condoms? Significantly more disgusting, I believe." Unfortunately, she had realized too late that Ramon was reaching for her phone, pulling it from her hands too quickly for her to react beyond her hand lifting to hit his arm. "And now do you see for yourself how fucking annoying he is?? I mean, c'mon. He's on a date and look at these messages. Look at the timestamps. It's like three texts per minute. Is he like--stable enough to have a child?"

Ramon couldn't help but scoff, an amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You are such a little shit." He remarked playfully, giving his friend a quick once over. "Not to mention absolutely shameless. We're literally at the town's horniest event of the year, who the hell could you possibly be so distracted by?" Without giving Bianca time to respond, he reached for her phone and yanked it from her hand, desperate to see who this mystery -- or not so mystery -- person was. "Oh my god, Bi. I should have known."

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BIANCA: Can't argue on that one. BIANCA: I'm still at work but I'll be there as soon as I can. Does she want anything on my way home? BIANCA: Or do you?

imessage 📲 baby momma

ANISA: hey, gigi made a request that i personally can’t argue with her on.

ANISA: which is that she would feel more comfortable if you stayed here. With us. And I can’t disagree… her bed is big, she said you can sleep with her… @biancavargcs

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[5 minutes later] BIANCA: im all good. where are you? BIANCA: gonna take a lot more than some sick fuck with a projector to get rid of me BIANCA: where are you????

text 📲 bebe baby

LIAM: you get 10 minutes to reply to this text that you cool over there, or i’m coming to hunt your ass down.

[3 minutes later]

LIAM: don’t play with me vargas. @biancavargcs

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Adria Arjona

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From a young age, Bianca was more than accustomed to the likes of a party. She had seen it all, was no stranger to the over consumption of substances and the likes of those that were stronger. Impulse control was never her specialty anyways. But it was something about Peyton's slurred words, or the vacant gleam in her blue eyes that hadn't sat well. And as she followed the blonde and locked the cubicle door behind them, her gaze continued to trail over her. Even as she hung the purses and bent to help lift the silk fabric, her eyes never left her friends face. "I get it. I have the worst impulse control." She let out jokingly with a slight laugh in an attempt to lighten the situation. She knew from her own sister how intense the hospital shifts could be, so at the very least, Peyton was enjoying herself for once. "We'll get you a water. You'll be fine, for the most part. Mornings gonna be rough but put a reminder in your phone to get one of those vitamin IV drips for recovery. You probably have all the goods in your house."

Swept away in a sauvignon haze, the blonde was unaware of nearly everyone else around her. Drifting in and out of memories past, trying not to lose herself to the horrors, Peyton was soon alerted to a voice. "Hm?" She stops swaying, blue eyes adjusting to see a gorgeous silhouette standing before her. "B?" Upon seeing her friend, clutching both of their purses, one hand on her arm to steady her, she tries to force a smile. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I actually need to pee." Peyton answers, hooking her arm into the brunette's and following her to the washroom. "Before you say anything, I'm okay. I just ---" Gently guiding Bianca into the toilet cubicle with her, Peyton begins to strip down. "Can you hold my dress up, please?" She asks, slipping her panties down over her thighs, attempting to squat over the pan. "I've worked a ninety-two hour week at the hospital and this is my first full weekend off in months. I did not intend on drinking this much."

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YOU 3.01 "And They Lived Happily Ever After"

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The evening had started slow and progressed to a champagne headache. The fake smiles, hand shakes, the not so subtle drops of how much was donated. Had it not been for the bar boy allowing her endless access to drinks, Bianca would surely have left by now. She was in the midst of finishing off her champagne when she'd heard her last name ring out. Prompting her to turn to the source with a relieved smile on her face upon finding it to be Maya. "Hey, you." But that smile had twitched in thread of dropping with her next words as Bianca furrowed her brows. "Don't think I'm the best person for a question like that, babes." Her nearly empty flute was held up for further proof. "You could do a soda water or somethin' gross. Tastes equally as nasty if you ask me."

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EVENT: Fire and Ice Gala

The second Maya saw the familiar face, she found herself hightailing towards her. "Vargas." She called out, forcing a smile on her face as she took in someone she'd consider a friend. "I need a drink." She stated, "But... I can't have one. Busy morning tomorrow. You know anything virgin they got around here that's not water and gives a slight kick?" She could honestly smack herself for getting in this position again. How was she supposed to go nine months without drinking? She was a stress drinker. "Something that gives me the illusion that I'm getting tipsy?"

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"Hard pass. Been a long time since he's heard from me, and I doubt he wants to now," she replied nonchalantly. "Yeah? For you, more like a gift from the big man downstairs. Training you for taking over?" A singular brow perked as she watched his eyes trail over the silk dress. "Stare any longer and maybe you'll meet that big man you keep talking about." Her words were only teasing, giving away the sarcasm was the corner of her lip quirking upwards into a small hint of a smile. "How opposed are you to the idea of putting on a dress shirt and pants?" It was then that her gaze flickered to one of the bar boys, running around with a tray of champagne flutes in his hand. "I mean, we could con him to do it for one bottle, or we could get you down there for a case." Both her hands lifted in a show of weighing the options before one formed a fist to swiftly send into his ribs—not hard enough to bruise, but enough to get her point across. "the only things Mommy dearest taught me was to overline my lips and tape my tits higher. So you tell me if that came with a lesson on saying please." Despite it, her hand that had collided with his ribs was now working to tug the jacket off one of his shoulders.

"You wanna sign the thank you card to the big man upstairs?" He tossed back, "After many years of bitching, I guess he finally cleared me of my color blindness." He said, completely speaking out of his ass. He eyed the dress she wore, chuckling to himself as she expressed she hadn't actually known there was a dress code. "I don't know what's harder to believe. That you didn't know or that you really choose white on your own? Think you missed the virgin Mary look by a tad there, Vargas." Taking the flask she had to offer just after taking a final sip, herself. Liam brought it to his lips and too whatever came. He smirked, bring the flask down to his side, "Damn straight. Shit, in fact, I think it's time to go see who else we can con. This shit is almost gone." His eyes dropped to her breast at the mention of hard nipples, before back up at her face. "Some would say it completes the look, no?" Then arching his brow and scoffing, "What? No please? You really weren't joking when you said mommy dearest lacked."

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Despite his attempts to rid himself of her physically, her hand remained firmly in contact with him in any form. Only freeing one to hold up her phone with a feigned look of confusion playing on her features. "Joking? So you're trying to say if i call the number right now that's been texting me all night your phone won't ring?" Dark brown eyes flickered between him and the woman in a calculating look to gauge how much longer it would take for her to fully react. And though Bianca was entirely aware she was throwing herself into a possible fire by standing between them, she hadn’t been able to stop herself. Similarly to how there was no stopping her from turning the bright iPhone screen towards the woman before she pressed the call button. This time, facing Gigi with a satisfactory smirk on her lips.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Giuseppe noted the look on her face as she got closer and he immediately, and without a doubt, knew that he was in so much trouble. There had never really been any touching between the two of them, so he tensed up as soon as her arm slipped around his shoulders and her hands went everywhere. Confusion was written all over his face at her actions, alone. But then she opened her mouth and Gigi completely froze. "Bian-" He tried to interrupt her, but she kept going and going and Gigi could feel the woman that he had brought as his date watch them with a more than annoyed look on her face. "Wow, so this is who you've been texting all night?" The woman spat out. Gigi was still processing what was going on and somehow was smart enough to begin untangling himself from Bianca as best as he could. "She's joking. Bianca, tell her you're joking." He replied quickly, his hands moving to her waist to try to pull her away from his body gently as he locked his eyes on hers, clearly annoyed.

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"I hate being the bearer of bad news." Her tone held sarcasm as a singular brow perked at Kota's words and she raised her glass to her lips for a drawn out sip. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on the day and the person before her, Bianca was no stranger to comments like that. Though based on who had introduced the two of them, she was unsure how serious her teasing was. "You make them their sugar filled drinks—y'think you're not gonna be popular? It's like science, really." Her head canted slightly at the options laid out. "Spending the money is actually always less work for me. Hope you're aware of that. I could've saved myself the trouble of trying all together and just showed up at your work constantly."

“Oh come on, you just simultaneously got my hopes up and crushed my dreams all at once!” She nodded to Bianca's hand waving through the air. "See? There go my hopes and dreams." The flute in her hand tipped up, draining the remaining little bit of champagne from the glass. She paused, unsure if she should be offended at you're extremely popular with 7 year olds. "Should I be offended you think I'm that popular with seven year olds? I feel like I should be offended. Even if it is true." She set her glass to the side. "I mean, I could tell you no, claim it a trade secret, and call it done. I could also make you do more work and spend more money, depending on how bad I want to target your wallet. Decisions, decisions."

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With a roll of her eyes, Bianca shrugged a shoulder up and down as she busied herself with sorting out the drinks. "Uh huh, and my ass is better. I can't help you with that one unless you commit to a bbl or butt pads or some other insane shit." A piece of bar ice was taken between her fingers to flick at Dilan with a lopsided grin. "You would know, wouldn't you? I think the shit I've gone through allows for these drinks to be extra strong." Moving around behind the bar with where the woman indicated was like second nature. As if in her own home while she'd began mixing the ingredients to make their margaritas. "You want yours spicy or regular?"

"I think my tits are bigger, bianca. But I can lend you my chicken cutlets whenever you want to borrow my bra next." She winked to indicate she was teasing. The end of the rag landed and Dilan let out a small yelp before swatting at Bianca. "You've been through worse." She said as she began to put things away and then nodded her head. "Of course." There was no surprise that Bianca knew where the good alcohol was and she let her take it without worry or fight. "The lime is in the fridge and you know where the salt is."

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ADRIA ARJONA as MADISON HIT MAN (2023) dir. Richard Linklater

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