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*    ◟  closed starter    /  hotel bar in los angeles , 10:24pm . / @thebookoflcve

while the whole evening's about all the different cardiothoracic accomplishments the grand nadia turan made throughout her medical career , her daughter & husband are there to portray a picture perfect family . per usual . however , at some point selin has enough after her mother makes a comment to a fellow doctor on how much single her daughter is ( & available for dating ) . sure , in a way she is ( it's been years since she saw or heard from her estranged husband ) but who is she to assume so ? to tell ? so there the tennis player now is , sitting at a bar of the hotel with her mother's party still in full swing across the hotel lobby , staring at a blank spot as she continues sipping on her third whiskey on the rocks . she's not a drinker , an athlete like her could never be , but there's something about her mother that makes her behave in unusual ways despite her age . zoned out , she fails to hear someone calling her name until the bartender himself signals her that someone's behind her . ❝ sorry ? i didn't quite catch that , ❝

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I couldn’t bear it away from you. I went through yesterday holding my breath as if I were being hunted. I couldn’t eat or work or do anything but think of you. So I had to come. I’ll get a room on this floor. Spellbound (1945) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

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*    ◟  closed starter    /  party in downtown , 10:24pm . / @purehoneybees

it's not exactly usual to see the tennis player attend a club scene like this anymore , especially not in downtown la , but she makes an exception considering it's her friend's birthday : selin at this point , could count on her fingers how many real friends she's got in town . while most of them are already on their fourth rounds , selin's slowly sipping on her gin , watching the crowd & wishing she was back at home watching downtown abbey or even better , having a late jog before bed ( she's an athlete , after all ) . so there she is , already thinking of ways to excuse herself too early from the birthday festivities when she spots a familiar figure passing by . ❝ victor ? ❝ she calls him out , half in shock & half in surprise to see him .

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*    ◟  closed starter    /  lilian's place , 8:24pm . / @lgends

she's well aware of the time & the cryptic phone call she leaves lily as to why they need to suddenly meet , but in truth : they both know selin's isn't the type to do this unless it's an absolute emergency . which this is , if judging by selin's fast & furious ride throughout the streets of los angeles in order to reach her best friend's house on time ( before her mind goes elsewhere ) . the only person that knows the depth of pain & trauma her parents put her through , the obvious mommy issues & most of all , her failed marriage . ❝ he's back , ❝ are the first words that come out of her mouth the second she steps out of the car , barely holding the poker face she currently has on . ❝ one of my mother's colleagues saw him in the hospital today , ❝ while it's not confirmed , the sole idea of her estranged husband being back throws her off , even if he is back just for a case .

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*    ◟  closed starter    /  tennis courts , 8:24am . / @shebloom

the best way to spend the weekend in selin's books is on court on an early morning , & not many people understood that . luckily for her , nate's always been a constant throughout her life , just like lily . a pair of friends that got each other through thick & thin , especially in the femme's case alone . after all , not many would've stuck around while she underwent her marital problems . ❝ ready to lose ? ❝ she asks , a playful smile lingering on her features as they walk up on the clay stone of the court .

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*    ◟  closed starter    /  in front of the rink , 6:14pm . / @icedfae

it's not exactly often that the pair could be seen anywhere together in public , but for some reason ... selin finds solace in confiding in the figure skater , & vice versa of course , otherwise she wouldn't of called to meet after her practice . while waiting , the tennis player's on the phone with her father , who once again is trying to juggle both his stubborn wife & daughter after yet another fight . ❝ i know , ❝ she sighs , already feeling a headache coming on before she spots emilia , motioning for her to wait . ❝ i understand , i'll see you at dinner , ❝ she hangs up , before offering a small smile to her friend . ❝ sorry 'bout that , ❝

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*    ◟   ACE   &   ELIJAH .

               friendship  began  with  chaotic  nature  of  flirtations  from  both  individuals,  sitting  at  a  bar  with  a  beer  in  grasp  and  optics  searching  for  someone  to  take  home  that  night.  both  now  occupied  with  a  partner,  causing  them  to  enhance  their  playful  platonic  nature  into  something  a  tad  more  deeper.  “  what  do  you  mean?  ”  question  teasing,  fingers  tapping  at  the  neck  of  the  brown  bottle  dangling  from  fingers.  gaia  was  a  constant  in  elijah’s  life,  always  had  been  —  although  the  pair  believing  they’d  been  sneaky  with  their  encounters  prior  to  the  met  gala.

                       brow raises as his friend’s question reverted back , already  calling bullshit  in silence by the way he looks at the other .  ❝   you know  what i mean ,  ❝  ace replies though , eyes rolling inwardly as he takes another sip of his beer .  ❝  you two were practically glued at the hip at the MET , other than the time you were dancing with alana  &  that .... felt  weird ,  wish you didn’t do it again ,  ❝  the sole image of his hands on her baby sister’s lower back makes him  shiver  , even though he knows it’s all  professional  , it still gives him the ick .  

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*    ◟   ACE   &   KELLAN .

          already   sunk   back   into   the   cushions   ,   kels   hadn’t   planned   on   departing   anytime   soon   .   his   counterpart   ,   however   ,   had   different   ideas   that   he   couldn’t   help   but   laugh   at   as   soon   as   the   controller   was   discarded   .   his   own   remained   as   the   game   came   to   a   finish   ,   eyes   following   ace   momentarily   before   he   set   his   own   controller   aside   .     “    aw   ,   come   on   .   you   big   baby   .    ”     shit - eating   grin   still   plastered   across   his   lips   ,   the   male   finally   stands   up   in   a   laze   and   stretches   dramatically   for   the   first   time   in   what   felt   like   hours   .     “    yeah   ,   i’ll   take   food   .   i   need   a   fuckin’   burger   or   something   .    ”

                          he’s always been a tad bit of a  sore loser  ,  a trait not even his captain or coach could’ve changed about the hockey player , which perhaps explains why he keeps getting into  so many fights  on the ice  (  in his defense , usually provoked  ) .  however , he keeps his chill when he’s outside the rink , or at least , he  tries to  .  ❝  i’m not a fucking baby ,  ❝  his tone’s serious , a bit  offended  but he cannot help himself  &  those closest to him pay it no mind .  after all , he’s harmless to those he cares about ,  &  kels is definitely part of the inner circle .  ❝  big mec from pet-trois ?  ❝  he asks , even though he doesn’t need to when they both know it’s the best place if they want the city’s absolute finest — and messiest—burgers .  

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*    ◟   ACE   &   DAX .

eyebrows  raise  as  door  pushes  open ,     unaware  of  anybody  else  showing  up  to  this  session .     he’s  even  more  surprised  when  he  sees  that  it’s  alana’s  brother ,     dismissing  his  small  group  of  friends  so  that  the  two  could  speak  in  a  more  private  setting .     “      yeah  man ,    of  course .”     he  extends  his  hand  towards  the  couch ,     “      make  yourself  at  home ,     lemme  kill  the  music  and  i’ll  join ya .     ”     he  says  as  he’s  now  walking  across  the  small  room ,     moving  all  the  nodules  so  that  no  beats  are  playing  anymore  before  moving  over  to  the  couch  and  sits  on  the  arm  of  it .     “     what’s  on  your  mind ,    ken  doll ?     ”

                        brow simply raises as the hockey player awaits for the rest of his  posse  of friends to depart from the room ,  already exhausted  by the conversation that hasn’t even started yet . but alas , he needs to do this : it’s  his duty  to do so after failing to take action with the other musician who’s name he knows rhymes with  brand of car  he wouldn’t be caught dead owning  (  he has a thing for cars  ) .  he nods as he accepts the offer to sit down however , already feeling  a tad bit annoyed  simply by the fact her sister seems to have got a taste for either  broody musicians  or momma’s boys ...  &  he’s already not the biggest fan .  a sigh soon escapes as the male before him speaks , elbows resting on his knees as he leans forward .  ❝  look , i’m not a fan of big speeches so i’m going to be brief ,  ❝  he starts , purposely choosing to ignore the nickname simply to keep himself in check ,  in control  .  ❝  my sister’s already been through a fucking ringer with one brainless momma’s boy   &  that sack of horse-shit of a friend of yours so i’m going to be very clear — you are  not  my friend nor do i have any interest in getting to know you .  you’re nothing more to me than the dude that’s fucking my sister  &  if you  hurt  her in any way , i will fuck your world up , simple as that . ❝  

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*    ◟   ACE   &   FLORENCE .

vacation  home  in  malibu  was  teenage  flo’s  escape  ,  six  to  eight  weeks  spent  there  every  summer  in  between  semesters  ,  free  to  explore  the  perimeter  of  the  home  to  let  ruthless  thoughts  disappear  into  thin  air.  lathered  in  sun  lotion  ,  she’s  content  on  a  lounger  on  the  terrace  of  the  home  ,  every  so  often  mahogany  optics  drift  over  the  rim  of  quay  sunnies  in  direction  of  boyfriend  riding  the  waves  ,  an  instant  turn  -  on  for  the  professional  dancer  but  she’s  trying  to  remain  coy.  khaki  green  high  -  waist  bikini  bottoms  are  adjusted  upon  his  entrance  ,  entirely  unaware  he’s  returned  until  she  overhears  him.  “  where  ?  i  don’t  see  her.  “  blonde  tresses  flick  as  she  casts  gaze  around  them  ,  balcony  empty  other  than  the  two  of  them  with  a  mischief  smirk.  small  squeal  empties  from  confinements  of  throat  ,  digits  immediately  running  to  graze  across  washboard  abdomen  subconsciously.  “  so  bad  that  i’ve  been  having  withdrawals.  “  pout’s  pushed  onto  borders  as  she  whines  ,  ivories  sinking  into  pink  flesh  of  lower  lip.  

                       it’s hard to be around her  &  not touch her , which perhaps explains why the pair struggles to  keep hands off  each other whenever they’re at a close proximity .  not that either of them care what others think or the paparazzi images that would  undoubtedly  flood the media , otherwise the hockey player would  think twice  before he moves his hands down her lower back , taking a firm grip of her round bottom .  ❝  withdrawals , huh ?  ❝  he repeats ,  mischief  well written on his features too , eyes turning slightly dark upon the sight of her biting on her bottom lip .  an instant turn on  for the male , causing him to lean in to claim those delicious lips for himself .  ❝  best take care of that , hm ?  ❝  he suggests  barely  , as he’s already picking her up from the ground  &  placing on the lounger nearby .  in a moment’s notice , the male’s hovering over her , as if  shielding  her from the sun as he proceeds to plant soft kisses from jawline  &  down her neck .