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why do cars have a knack of just knowing when life is going good?

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Julieta had been so swamped with work and her race to take down the Cardenas Cartel to remember … well … anything. Let alone the very deep disdain she held for her ex-boyfriend. Her mother’s voice still echoed through her mind: “Tu eres loca, neña? Por que lo dejaste ir?” While the answer was very easy, Julieta refused to talk about it with her mother who loved to throw little reminders about how old she was and: “You’re not getting any younger to have kids!” Julieta couldn’t help the eye roll. 

Walking into Theo’s office, her eyes landed on the other person occupying the space. No questions were asked, nothing was said but ‘Our boss is missing.” Boss? Boss? Fluffy brows rose at the realization and widened, dark hues found Theo’s. “Elizabeth?”

Theo doubted that she would show up, given their history. The moment she pulled up to the office though, he felt the hope reignite in his chest. If she helped them, they'd find their boss sooner rather than later. He just knew it. "Hey," he greeted her as he opened the front door of the office for her unsure of whether a hug would be warranted or not. This was a favor after all and after how they had left things personally.....

"Have a seat." He offered as he closed and locked the office door behind her and pulled out a chair for her. "This is Mai." He said about the only other person in the office with them. Her leg was bouncing up and down in a nervous tick and her finger nails were pulling and messing with the nailbeds on each of the hands. Though they seem to be red and raw at this point.

Mai was not her usual self, somber as she met this woman Theo had mentioned a couple of times. "Our boss is missing." She blurted, never one to beat around a bush. "Theo says you can help."

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for those of you who push out replies like nothing, kudos to you. I do one reply and I feel like I need a break for at least two days. 

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Ronnie had that effect on people. With her near death experience, perspective on life drastically changed. Nothing made sense anymore. Pleasing people who never found satisfaction in anything they did. Living a superficial life. Giving in to the systematic nine to five job. Eventually that way of thinking drove the young woman insane - hence starting her own business where she didn’t have to answer to anyone but herself and live life … for herself. That mindset flowed into other aspects like hiding what she really thought. Sugarcoating thoughts, white lies? Pa que? Beating around the bush wasn’t something Ronnie was known for doing which was why she’d get the same response for those she’d be blunt with about her attraction to them. 

With someone as confident as Juli presented himself to be, she wasn’t shocked to see the rosy cheeks begin to creep. Men like him are used to being the ‘forward one’ - the one to make the first move. Most of the time, women like Ronnie intimidated them or they tended to melt to their knees for her. Or were the pink cheeks due to his alcohol intake?

Feeling his closeness sent a leg shaking shiver down her spine. Goddamn he smelled good…and sounded good…and looked good. Ronnie was shocked their paths hadn’t crossed before but she could get used to connecting with him, especially after his suggestion. A devious smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. 

Ronnie had a short list of rules for those she chose to have an intimate relationship with. One of them was the rule of kissing - no kissing during. But she held a belief that those who knew how to properly kiss knew how to please a woman. Without saying a word, Ronnie took his closeness as an opportunity to wrap an arm around his neck, bringing him closer - forcing his lips to crash upon hers. They were soft, full. Luscious even. And the way he was able to move in sync with her told Ronnie everything she needed to know. Satisfied, she pulled away with a large, toothy grin. “Good enough to sit on, that’s for sure.” That was a compliment, if there ever was one. “My place isn’t far from here.” She slid her hand from behind his neck, across his shoulder and down to his hand, pulling Julian along with her away from the crowd toward her home.

Julián acknowledged her friend with a polite nod and smile, almost like saying she is safe here but without words. The corner was inviting, it offered full vision of the dance floor and bar. The place was packed, it'd been a while since Julián had seen it so full and he was here every weekend, he was almost part of the staff at this point.

Brown eyes focused on the woman in front of him, listening to her words but eyes following the movements her lips made, from words to dares. Eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the same time his sight did, holding her gaze confidently, without any intimidation or shyness. He narrowed them and raised his chin, a chuckle escaping him, genuine and entertained by her. Confident, she's confident. Good.

"¡Guau! You're gonna make me shy!" His words were light but his gaze wasn't, taking a sip of the drink but never breaking eye contact. "Whatever you want, you're the boss." He did step forward to cut some of the distance between them, her perfume hitting his nostrils and reminding him just how much he loved women. He did feel something different about Ronnie though, was it her shiny eyes full of mischief or the way the air between them could probably be lit on fire with a match? Maybe both. Definitely both.

"I do have a suggestion, though." Hand found the small of her back again, pulling her close to him, mouth to her ear. Fingers moved her hair out of the way behind her ear and he had a clear vision of a place his lips would like to explore, to start. "We can stay here and keep pretending like you're not dying to ride me or we can leave. Te dejaré decidir."

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Ronnie fully believed she was getting dunked in the moving waters. Hell, it wouldn't have been the first time. They'd played this game before. Her body tensed and awaited the impending feeling of being submerged. She even let out a small giggle until things drastically changed. There was a shift in the atmosphere; something within Julian that hit her with such an invisible force, it almost left her breathless. Ten toes back in the sand, Ronnie was left to fend for herself against the current. Confused eyes watched dark curls vanish under the water and her brows pulled together. 

Like being dunked in the water wasn’t the first time, the shift wasn’t either. They happened more frequently. There’d been other moments when Ronnie would feel a shift in the air between them, mostly after a moment of laughter or after some sort of ‘closeness’ without the sex. Like the time they were innocently watching a movie, cuddled together when he suddenly adjusted himself away from her - claiming his hip was bothering him. Or that time Ronnie was baking cookies and somehow ended up in a flour fight. Note to self: getting flour out of hair is not fun. 

Call it woman's intuition or the fact that she came from a long line of family members who were ‘gifted’ but Ronnie knew why. Despite Juli’s claims or thoughts that he was some sort of mysterious Fabio kind of lover boy, there was a part of him that wanted that fairytale ‘happily ever after’ with that one person. Didn’t everyone? Maybe, but until he admitted what the issue was, Ronnie decided to let it be. 

“Work was work,” she answered matter-of-factly. Her arms stayed folded across her chest, creating a barrier between them as the water dripping off his curls bounced onto her hot skin. Now the internal battle began - did she press on what just happened? Or did Ronnie pretend, yet again, that she didn’t see anything and he was being his normal unpredictable self? Before she could make a final decision, she suddenly blurted out, “Qué pasó contigo? That’s like the fourth time you did that? And don’t try to deflect,” she demanded with a pointed finger. “I know you too well.”

Of course she's gonna play it off cool. Honestly, it wouldn't even be Veronica if she didn't. Truly, Julián had never met anyone like her ever in his life and he'd met a lot of women. The gaze, the smirk, the attitude, so full of herself in the best way. Shit, it was like looking in a mirror, if the mirror reflected eyes he could fall in love with.

Wow. Cabrón. The man stopped himself mid thought, pulling himself back to reality and quite literally running from it in a metaphorical way. "Dímelo tu, mami." He could barely recall her words, brown eyes lost in the way her glossy lips moved, so inviting. Tattooed hands tightened around her to secure her but also to pull her closer to his skin. Even though they were glued, it didn't feel like close enough and even when he was inside of her, it still didn't feel close enough. Maybe it was the kind of hollow that could only be filled with feelings and closure instead of skin to skin. What the hell is wrong with you today?

"I'll spare you." In a moment, he put Ronnie down, letting her body brush against his while going down and dove in to cool off his mind, his soul and everything else in between. He came up some seconds later, a couple inches away, curls dripping wet and water splashing around his shoulders. "How was work today?" An odd question out of nowhere.

Not that Julián didn't question her about her day and life but even he recognized the sudden shift in energy. He was great at faking everything except how he felt inside. Still, he'd brush it off and give some weak excuse even if he knew that Ronnie could read him. And he absolutely hated it. He hated feeling naked with clothes on.

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ya girl is on vacation mode! i'm off tomorrow. technically not off friday but everyone else took off at work so there's nothing to do; then the weekend! gonna prioritize cleaning/organizing mi casa AND FINALLY SITTING DOWN TO REALLY DO REPLIES - and do some painting in there somewhere. as always, thank you to my writing partners for your patience!

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As she spoke, his eyes scanned the menu. Heather had warned that the cafe was a more modern spot with fancy names for their meals and expensive brunch drinks. Money wasn't an issue - but it was perplexing why avocado on toast was fifteen dollars.

Deciding on the 'Lumberjack meal' - consisting of eggs, meat, hashbrowns and either pancakes or a waffle - Ethan sat back and watched Isabella. How was he supposed to answer her question? Ethan prided himself on honesty, more importantly transparency. Furthermore, he wasn't sure what Trixie had disclosed to her teacher.

"I had always wanted to go into the military. Which branch - I wasn't sold on one 'til my senior year of high school." His words were a regurgitation of what Heather told him. Truthfully, the parts of his brain that held his memories only gave blank feedback. Periodically, he'd catch glimpses of young faces - vaguely familiar. "I'm currently discharged so I'm just enjoying my days helping out with Trixie or her mom with her cafe." Harlow adjusting herself made Ethan realize the waitress was approaching with a smile. "Ladies first."

"I'm always happy to try out new places, so this is a great choice. I've seen it on my commute a few times, but just never got around to coming here. Now is as good a time as ever, right?" Isabella smiled over at him, admiring him for a few moments before the waiter interrupted them briefly. "Just an orange juice for me, please." Her fingers wrapped around the menu as it was handed to her, but her gaze remained on Ethan, finding herself unable to take her eyes off him. He had a kind face, eyes that were soft and made her feel at ease.

"Well, Trixie really knows how to butter me up, doesn't she?" she replied with a laugh. "No, that is really lovely to hear though. I always make an effort to make it fun, otherwise what's the point? There will be plenty of time for boring learning when they reach secondary school, but at their age? You have to keep it engaging or you lose them." Isabella briefly glanced over the menu before back to Ethan. "I don't know if I always wanted to do exactly this, but I knew that I wanted to do something where I was surrounded by people in some way. What about you? Did you always know where your life was going to go?"

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hi! yes i’m alive. just been adjusting to new medication my dr prescribed. i’m hoping to be more active this week now that it’s been 2 weeks since taking it. as an apology for not being active much, here’s a picture of my dog lounging like he pay bills

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“Little chaos agent is right.” Heather kept her snicker under her breath at Naveen’s glitter sneakers comment as she shook her head. After running a hand through her thick brown waves, the woman leaned her hip against the counter with arms tightly crossed against her chest. Closing time was any minute but she didn’t hurry her friend out the door - instead welcomed his presence in keeping her company. “But enough about my own womb grown terrorist, how are things going in life Naveen? It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you.” Heather pointed an authoritative finger his way. “I petition for that to no longer happen, sir.”

Naveen snorted, the kind of laugh that slipped out before he could help it. “You know, for someone who probably still thinks the moon follows her when she walks, she’s got an uncanny talent for psychological warfare.” He set his glass down, shaking his head with a look that was part admiration, part sympathy. “It’s the confidence that gets me. Telling her own mother she can’t read with a straight face, like she’s delivering breaking news. And then pivoting to her uncle like she’s assigning shifts? That’s cold. She’s not just a kid, she’s a tiny little chaos agent in glitter sneakers.”

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"Mira, there's Julio." Puckered lips pointed behind her.

If there was one night Pilar preferred her ex to not ruin, it was this one. Wearing a powder blue romper with a bright pink sash slayed across her chest and a silver, fake tiara decorated with lettering spelling 'bridesmaid' rested on the crown of her head - she celebrated the bachelorette, aka her best friend. The absolutely last thing she needed was Julio to ruin what was supposed to be a great night.

"Aye, pay no mind to him, chica." Easier said than done. But Pilar was going to try, for the sake of her friend - and, let's be real - for her own sake. Despite advocating 'til her fingers bled for women to stand up for themselves, learn how to love their own presence and be their own heroes, it seemed no matter how hard she tried, Pilar fell right back into their catastrophic wave. Like the a boxing match with both opponents impatiently waiting for the bell to ring. And when it did, empty promises were made during the dance before a strike was thrown, taking the other completely off guard … but not really.

Pilar did a really good job and paying no mind to Julio and his sad attempts at clearly trying to make her jealous with the eye candy on his arm. It also helped that her best friends were around, distracting her and grounding her in the moment. Elizábeth was getting married. That was the focus of the evening.

However, while Pilar waited for their next round to be finished at the bar, she realized Julio had joined. "I've looked at it for far too long. I prefer to look forward in this new chapter. But thanks for reminding me that I have to take out the trash when I get home." Her words dripped with venom and not once did she avert her gaze toward the man. If he wanted her to look at him, he'd have to try harder. "It's good to see you're on the prowl for your next victim."

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Julio always had a talent for bending the truth, whether it was in the courtroom or in matters of the heart - wait. What heart?! - either way, call it what you may. His reputation as a cunning and manipulative lawyer served him well for his career though behind his charming smile hid a labyrinthine mind, capable of outsmarting even seasoned opponents. However, Julio's greatest conflict wasn't with adversaries; it was with Pilar, the woman who had clawed her way into—and out of—his life more times than he could count. Their toxic relationship thrived on chaos and confrontation; they frequently broke up over trivial squabbles that would unearth hidden resentments and insecurities. Just days ago, they'd ended things once again after yet another round of bitter exchanges about trust and betrayal—a theme more prominent than any legal case he'd ever handled.

Despite their recent split, Pilar was ever present within Julio's thoughts, even while seated at a dimly lit club, filled with pulsing beats and flashing lights. He donned an enticing facade to both mask his troubled past with her and initiate fresh entanglements that might provoke her jealousy—if only to keep her tethered to him from afar. He spent moments in flirtation with various women around him; each laugh shared felt like a bait cast toward his ex-girlfriend lurking somewhere between drinks, desperate not to appear affected by how much he'd been enjoying himself without her—or so he hoped she thought. Moreover, deep down beneath layers of bravado was an urgency fueled by lingering desire, mixed with fear—the kind that fades but never quite disappears.

Eventually he strolled past the one that had gotten away - keen on appearing casual and unfazed by her presence- if only to pretend to get a drink for himself and his new arm candy. A confident, one sided smirk creeping upon his lips as their gazes finally met. „Look who the cat dragged in.“

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my drafts number has gone over 50 and I can feel myself becoming avoidant because of it. really going to try to work on some drafts today since I’m working from home.

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Ronnie made a mental note to ask about the tattoos decorating his fingers as she slipped her hand in his; Julian's hand completely engulfing hers. Just another reason for her to metaphorically drool over him. Envisioning wearing those hands as a necklace almost caused her to bite her lip. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Juli." Hungry eyes never left him - not while he ordered, not while he paid, not while he instructed her to take the lead. Despite meeting for the first time, Ronnie could tell he had quite a bit of alcohol in his system. Not for nothing, and while the rest of the town thought differently (rest meaning those with a stick in their ass), Ronnie was a lady with morals. The plan was to take the man home to enjoy the rest of her evening with a bang. But too much alcohol meant the line was blurred with consent. 

Let’s see how the rest of the night goes.

Happily taking the cold glass in one hand, his in the other, Ronnie turned to guide them through the sea of moving bodies.She was conflicted by her choices: keep dancing with him while slowly sipping her drink, move them to a side table to chat or immediately take him home - it was getting late, afterall. Before she could fully decide, one of her girlfriends found her with a smile. A side hug, assurance that everyone was okay and kiss on the cheek later and they were moving on again. Finally, they ended up at the edge of the crowd toward the tall mini tables where Ronnie could lean against - taking some weight off her heels. 

“I’m not,” she answered, stepping forward, chin raised toward his ear. “Soy aqui con mi amigas. So you answer your underlying question, I am single.” Ronnie took a step back to smirk up at the man. The tip of her tongue found the top of the straw. Using it to lead her mouth to close over the straw, she took in a small swig from the cold drink. “What are you going to do about that?”

A friend. A smirk adorned Juli's face but it wasn't malicious, mouth opened to reveal a smile, curious, charmed, still intrigued. Honestly, Julián never had bad intentions when it came to women. Sure, most times he didn't have intentions of seeing them again, most of the girls he hooked up were tourists, just passing by and it was a fair exchange. He showed them around, gave them a good time, sometimes even a cute tattoo as a souvenir and then both went about their life. Both won.

Still, he'd been raised right. He remember several lectures from his father telling him that women were the foundation of everything and for that, they deserved all the respect in the world. And his father practiced it, Juli had grown up with two loving parents and perhaps that's why he was so full of love himself. Often times, he had no idea where to put it. Even if the women were just turistas in his life, he showed them affection and the respect that had been so intentionally spoken into him by his parents. And that kind of treatment left a mark, the women often calling him up months, even years later. But Julián never replied. Navigating feelings wasn't something he was good at, he sure tried, but the young man was too carefree and spontaneous to settle down. At least that's what he told himself late at night when his bed was empty and phone full of unread texts.

"Julián." He gave a hand for her to shake, tattoed fingers inviting her in. "You can call me Juli, that's what friends call me. And we are now friends, so." He only broke the gaze to order for her and then the fifth... Sixth? Sixth drink, for himself. Rum with coke, as always. "Gracias." He thanked the bartender while paying, clearly also a friend, who made a snarky comment when Julián didn't accept the change. Then offered the mojito to Ronnie carefully to not spill it on her. He was not sober anymore. "Dale mami, you guide us, wherever you wanna go." He'd follow, figuring she was an expert around and on dancefloors, he could just tell.

So he did follow, one hand holding hers, hovering above her, other hand holding his drink, occasionally interacting with people they passed on the way to the center of the dancefloor. The energy was insane, everyone was having a time, bodies moving, sweaty skin shining under the lights, he could feel the beat in his chest and eardrums. "What are you doing here alone?" Voice in her ear, bending down, chewing his gum like he was on top of the world. The question was a test because he didn't want the smoke. What if she had a man and he was around? He was in no shape to fight and also, he kinda did not fuck with cheating. Surely, a girl like her had to have someone, right? But then again, a guy like him should too and he, did not, in fact, have someone. Not at the moment.

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this weekend has been overstimulating af. after the babes goes to bed, hubby and i decided to do what we used to do and step away from screens for the last few hours of the night and just BE. replies, messages, starters - those will all be worked on tomorrow. buenos noches mi gente ❤️

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going to try and get some replies queued up tonight. this weekend is going to be VERY hard for me to write as we're going to be very busy. but i'm around via messenger or discord!