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albaxsutton‌:

Usually, Alba knew better. It had been a rule of hers to never drink when she was angry but since she had been angry for a straight week, she was desperate for some relief. So, she was breaking her rule, drinking at a bar and still just as pissed off as ever. She tipped back the last of her Jameson and pushed it forward so the bartender could refill it. The guy gave her a wary look, but oblidged her. “Oh please, like you’ve never seen a person knock back a few after a long week.” She snapped at him halfheartedly as she started in on her third drink. She glanced over at the person who sat next to her. “Judgiest bartender ever.” Alba murmured, shaking her head and downing the drink in one go.

Much like the woman sitting next to her, Nathalie had also been on the receiving end of a shitty day. It seemed like the closer it got to the holidays, the ruder people at her office became. The brunette was just grateful that she had been able to leave her office at a decent hour, which she expected would be a less likely occurrence as they drew closer to the end of the year. “I’m pretty sure I heard her on the phone with her significant other outside when I was smoking earlier,” the brunette eyed the bartender, who seemed to have a permanently irritated expression etched onto her face. “Something tells me that has a bit to do with her attitude. I wouldn’t take it personally.”

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mcthiasdyre‌:

“You can stand there looking as pretty as you want to,” he noted roughly from beneath the hood of his own car. There’d be hell to pay for the day he ever let anyone else touch it, and the garage he all too often paid to let him take up a hoist never seemed to complain much. “Or you can hand me that ratchet head sitting right in front of your face. I’m sure whatever is that important can wait two more seconds since you don’t seem wholly versed in the art of interruption.” If anything, Mathias might have preferred it had they said something, rather than simply staring. 

An email from her boss on her phone had captured the brunette’s attention, eyes rolling as she attempted to type back a response that wasn’t laced completely with sarcasm. She’d been waiting for her car for almost two hours and Nathalie was beginning to grow slightly impatient. Another person’s voice caused the brunette to look up from her phone, eyes narrowing at the man almost immediately. “Do I look like I know what a ratchet is?” she questioned, looking over to where the man was pointing, unable to even guess which tool he was talking about. “My knowledge begins and ends with tire and oil changes.”

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milohendrix‌:

Milo looked over at the man Nathalie had been looking at, a laugh falling from his lips as soon as she turned to him. “Okay, well, you should know I’d never do that. I don’t even really know what he’s hoping to accomplish from yelling at a mirror. I think he’s just admiring his muscles on top of muscles. Maybe he’s got steroids in his system.” He stood in front of the treadmill and waved his hand towards it. “Just a treadmill for now. That never, in a million years, should have you yelling in a mirror. People usually just get tired from treadmills, but it gets you ready for everything else.”

The brunette head canted slightly, facial expression still twisted into a judgmental grimace. “I don’t really get it either, like... is he trying to pump himself up or something?” Men were seriously the weirdest creatures, but at least it was entertaining. Sort of. Turning her attention back towards Milo, Nathalie couldn’t help but groan. “I hate cardio,” she groaned but never the less made her way over to the machine and hopped on. “You know I used to run, like... three miles a day back in Vegas? And then I moved here, started smoking and now I get winded walking up the steps to my office,” she chuckled, pressing the button to turn the machine on before beginning to walk.

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            “Which they get just right around here.” Sofia lifted up her own glass then, mirroring the movement, before taking a sip. Eyes wandering around the room, she eventually looked back over at Nathalie with a crooked smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll do great. I’m sure you will,” she waved the other off, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “They’d be stupid not to think you’re doing great,” she added with a wink. As the question turned on her though, she quickly pulled up her shoulders towards her ears. “Not a lot, really. My life is the same old boring thing. I wish I got something exciting to tell for once, but the best part of my week was when I got a pizza delivered for free because the guy typed in the wrong address.”

“From your mouth to God’s ears,” Nathalie laughed, taking another sip from her drink. Her job was the one thing Nat had always thought she’d been good at, the one thing she had always put her entire heart and soul into. “I’m pretty sure I picked that phrase up from my mother.” She laughed, relaxing back into her chair as she crossed one leg over the other. “Free pizza is not boring,” Nat insisted, “Especially when it’s unexpected free pizza. Though, I guess getting anything for free is kind of nice.” In fact, one of the best perks of Nathalie’s job were the products in the goodie bags she occasionally got to bring home when the fabulous people didn’t want them. “C’mon, I refuse to believe a free pizza is the most exciting thing that’ happened to you since the last time I’ve seen you. You gotta give me something better than that.”

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        “Eh, well, can’t pass up a good drink after a long day. You too?” Selene had to hold herself back, knowing she’d get too overly excited and likely ruin it for her brother before anything even commences. “Well, as good as you can be after the Gazette rips into you and the paps follow you around like leeches.” The bartender delivers her drink to her, of which she’s extremely grateful, quickly bringing the crystal glass to her lips. “And you? How have you been? It’s been a little while since I’ve seen you around. How’s everything going?” 

The brunette chuckled in response, though nodded her head soon after. “Usually I can make it through with a glass of red, after today I felt like I deserved something a little bit stronger.” Nathalie was grateful Selene seemed to be in such good spirits, the other woman’s uplifted mood spilling over. Her expression, however, soured slightly at the mention of the Gazette, unable to hold back a roll of her eyes. “Whoever runs that rag has absolutely no soul and clearly no life given their obsession with trying to ruin everyone else’s…” Always managing to keep a relatively low profile herself, Nat didn’t think she had much to worry about, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel remorse for the people around her who were often targets. “Uh, I mean, you know, it’s been going,” the brunette began, unsure how much she should say. “I saw your brother the other day and I gotta say, your nephew is very cute.”

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theaxlincoln‌:

           “You haven’t taken a break since then–Nathalie.” Thea scolded the other brunette, even though as much of a workaholic she was herself, she had to remind herself that burnouts aren’t a fun way to last months until the next vacation time. “You need to take a break–as for the assistant problem, only way to control those power hungry assholes is to be rude back. Give them an ultimatum.” 

The gentle scolding was mostly expected, and Thea wasn’t the first person to offer the same sentiments to the brunette. Nathalie knew she had the tendency to be a workaholic, something that had defined the better part of the last eight or so years of her life. “I’ll take a break when I’m dead,” Nathalie joked, a defense mechanism she’d always fallen back on when it came to people showing concern for her work habits. “It’s nothing that I can’t handle, but I appreciate the concern. Really.” Admittedly that wasn’t always the truth, but the brunette often rationalized that what had gotten her to where she was in her career was her work ethic and determination, which was something she knew Thea could understand. “I’m going to give this girl another week to see if it’s just first week jitters or if she’s really just that incompetent. Because if it’s the latter, I’m going to have a problem.”

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tylerlsjohnson‌:

“Don’t worry about it.” he said as he closed the door behind her, waving away her apology. Things may be weird between the two of them, but Tyler didn’t want Nathalie to feel like she couldn’t come to him for whatever. No matter how hurt he had been by the ending of their relationship, that was one thing that would never change. Tyler would always be there for her if she needed or wanted him around. “Oh yes, you’re interrupting a very important American Dad binge watching session.” he teased as he walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch and patting it, offering her a seat as well. “In fact, my date, the Chinese delivery guy, is just about to get here.” he added with a grin. 

Looking around Tyler’s apartment, she couldn’t help the small smile that curled at her lips. Some things really did never change. As he moved to offer her a spot on the couch, the brunette only made it a few steps before she stopped. “I’m okay,” waving off his offer, her gaze quickly shifting over towards the screen. “I can’t believe you still watch this show. I would have thought for sure by now you’ve seen every episode.” Her arms moved to cross over her chest, eyes still glued to the screen in an effort to buy time and try to organize her thoughts. Nathalie didn’t want things to be awkward between her and Tyler. Their history was messy, sure, but that didn’t mean the brunette didn’t want to at least try and be on friendly terms. “Things are good between the two of us, right?” she finally blurted out, eyes shifting from the screen back to him. “I feel like, for a while things were weird, which I understand given everything that happened between us…” Her voice trailed off, feeling a bit like a weight was being slowly lifted from her shoulders. “I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

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Milo felt like he hadn’t been in the gym in ages. Maybe it was because he felt like he had been so busy lately. Nevertheless, he figured he would drag Nathalie with him just so he wasn’t working out alone. He looked over at the woman as he walked up to one of the machines. “Are you actually ready for this or do you want to back out before we start?”

The brunette jumped slightly at the sound of giant weight slamming against the ground, followed by some giant He-Man looking dude screaming at his own reflection in the mirror. Reason number one Nathalie avoided the gym. However, when Milo had asked if she wanted to tag along, she found herself unable to say no. The brunette’s eyes widened at the odd to display testosterone taking place in front of them, looking over at Milo with an expression of amusement paired with shock on her face. “I’m more than happy to work out with you,” she began before pointing at the guy, “but if you start doing that, I’m leaving.”

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j-soros‌:

Jason let out a laugh as she showed him her phone, clapping as the video finished. “Are you kidding? She’s amazing. I want that in a commercial for J. Soros. Look at her, she’s so proud to be wearing you on her feet,” he joked and nudged Nathalie. “Send me that video. I’m gonna call her this week to tell her awesome she looks in those sneakers. We can do a mom’s photoshoot. Your mom and my mom rocking all the J. Soros.” He shook his head and reached for his drink, waving off her apology. “Nah don’t even worry about it. That was a more than welcome interruption. Fill you in, let’s see, I’m being interviewed for Nylon magazine next week. Your boy is gonna be on the fucking cover.” He smiled wide again before drinking more of his beer. “So that’s gonna be fucking awesome. Charlotte is officially my girlfriend, we put that title on it and everything so that’s fucking awesome. Been busy as hell with this new line. The sales are going really well so I’m a very happy man. Tomorrow I’m going to my old high school, I funded the renovation of the gym there and the music room and they’re both being unveiled tomorrow. I get to cut ribbons and shit. How cool is that? Now what about you? Anything to report aside from being tired and busy from work?”

An overexaggerated eye roll followed Jason’s request, Nathalie immediately shaking her head as her thumbs tapped against her phone screen while she prepared to send the video to Jason. “I hope you realize that you’re the sole reason her ego is the size of a hot air balloon,” Nathalie teased, pressing ‘send’ and placing her phone facedown back onto the table. “Honestly, she’d probably do it. I think she mentioned something about trying to make it out here for my birthday at the end of the month.” A few weeks away from her 30th birthday and the brunette was having a difficult time grasping where all the time had gone. The saying about blinking once and ten years going by couldn’t have rang truer. “No shit, Nylon magazine?” Nathalie lifting her hand and offering Jason a high five, her chest swelling with pride at her friend’s success. “That’s fucking incredible. I’m so proud of you!” If there was one thing that Nathalie prided herself on being, it was a supportive friend, through the good or the bad. Though even she had to admit, it was always more fun when things were good. As Jason continued to list off all the things that had been going on in his life, Nathalie’s smile only grew. “My God, you’re out here balancing work, a relationship and charity events while the rest of us can barely remember to grab our coffee mugs before we take off for work in the morning,” the brunette mused, reaching for her drink and lifting it as if to toast. “Cheers to you, J. Seriously, you’re fucking killing it.” As the topic of conversation switched to Nathalie, she couldn’t help the bright smile that almost immediately found its way across her face. “Things are good. Work is great, life is great. Everything is great. There may or may not be a person…” she wasn’t sure what made her so hesitant, maybe she didn’t want to jinx it, her hands immediately lifting to cover her face, though she laughed. “God, I sound like a fucking teenager.”

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heytheredelilah-buchanan‌:

The lingering guilt Lila felt for ruining this Friday night was not likely to go away anytime soon–though that was Lila in a nutshell. The woman had always felt bad for taking up more space than she thought she was given–even if she really wasn’t. It was the way in which she navigated her life for the longest time, and it was unlikely to change in the blink of an eye. However, Nathalie’s presence in this moment allowed the blonde to breathe a little easier, trusting that the woman in front of her wouldn’t leave anytime soon. “Thank you,” She whispered to her, almost inaudible. Thank you for coming over. Thank you for staying. Thank you for not yelling when Lila knew what had happened was irresponsible. Nathalie was surely a gift of a human and she would never know what she did to deserve her. She wasn’t sure she really did, even. “Oh thank god–I cannot end up on whatever reality TV show they have that talks about weird addictions or cravings or whatever.” She let out a shaky laugh, pulling away from her friend to move to get a cup of water. “Do you want something to drink?” She offered, attempting to put herself back together. “I–I don’t know, y’know? I, uh, I had a few dreams like two weeks ago about a little girl, so maybe a girl?” She offered, biting her lip. A baby girl, a daughter. That was something to think about. “Y’know–I think they have websites for that now, Nat.” She giggled. 

If there was anything that Nathalie could do to try and quell Delilah’s fears about the impending journey she was about to go on, the brunette was happy to do it. While she couldn’t relate on a literal level, Nathalie could understand the obvious anxieties that came along with a change as significant as this one. “Please stop thanking me,” Nathalie insisted, gently nudging Lila’s arm as she walked off. “It’s what I’m here for.” Moving over to the couch, the brunette immediately plopped down and went to work making herself comfortable. It was practically second nature at this point. “Hey, on the bright side, at least you don’t have to worry about ending up on one of those teenage pregnancy shows,” Nathalie offered with a laugh. “Although, I don’t understand how they can still really be billed as ‘teen pregnancy’ when most of the girls are well into their twenties and I think I even read somewhere that they rake in like, half a million dollars per season?” While Nathalie made a substantial salary at her own job, she also knew she worked her ass off every day to earn that salary. Far be it from her to criticize the way someone else chose to make money, but she hardly viewed reality television as a career. When Delilah mentioned that she thought she might be having a girl, the brunette’s positive reaction was immediate. “I feel like there’s some sort of old wives’ tale that could tell us,” Nathalie insisted, lifting her right hand in the air. “Swear to God, my mom was only a few weeks pregnant with me and my aunt did the ring test and it said she was having a girl. My dad thought she was insane until they went to the doctor to find out the gender and it was a girl because he was convinced I was going to be a boy.”

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tylerlsjohnson‌:

In an attempt to cure his boredom, Tyler had ordered a bunch of chinese food from his favorite place a few blocks away. His plan was to eat away the boredom while binge-watching American Dad tonight, so when he hurried to the door and excitedly threw it open, the last thing he had expected to see on the other side of it was Nathalie. The very last thing. “Oh, umm… hey.” he said, standing there just staring at her for a second as if he was trying to figure out if she was actually, truly, there. “Sure, come on in.” he replied. But he didn’t move out of the way right away, he was still just staring at her. Finally, he noticed he was blocking her way. “Sorry.” he apologized with a sheepish grin, as he moved to the side, reaching up to scratch his head in embarrassment. 

Frankly, Nathalie wasn’t sure what she thought Tyler’s reaction was going to be. He didn’t seem upset, more or less, just surprised and the brunette couldn’t exactly blame him. “Sorry, I know I probably should have called or something,” Honestly, Nathalie wasn’t entirely sure why she hadn’t. The two hadn’t really spoken since the Hamptons trip, something Nat wasn’t sure was intentional or not, at least on her part. “I was just in the neighborhood.” At least that part wasn’t a lie. Walking into his apartment, Nat only made it a few steps before quickly turning back towards where Tyler was standing. “I’m not, like interrupting anything, am I?” she figured he wouldn’t have invited her inside if that were the case, but it would make sense given his behavior. “Because I can come back another time.”

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owendubois‌:

“I do, I know that.” Owen smiled in return, shaking his head. “I just, I don’t want you to have to. Especially when I li-” Like spending time with you. Owen cut himself off and looked down at his phone. He didn’t look up until he felt her turn her phone screen. “Sushi is always a winner in my book.” He leaned back against the couch again and just watched her with a smile on his face.

“Such a gentleman,” Nathalie teased, stealing a glance at Owen before looking back down at her phone. “Alright, sushi it is.” Her thumb moved over her screen, tapping every few seconds before eventually handing the phone over to Owen. “Your turn. Order whatever you want, though I warn you, I’m definitely going to try and steal whatever you get.” Falling back against the couch, Nat rested her hands on her stomach, looking over at Owen with a smile. “Has anyone ever told you this couch is really comfortable?”