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+ NICOLE CHU.

“I can smell it from here – you’re not going to fool anyone,” Nicole informs him as they continue to walk from the subway stop towards the movie theatre, looking over her shoulder as if she’s concerned some agent of movie theatre appropriateness may be stalking them and overhearing their words.

“If you get caught and kicked out, I’m not going with you. I’m seeing this movie,” she tells him, pulling out her phone and squinting at it so she can locate whatever app the tickets are hiding in.

“Though, all you really have to do is flash the rock star smile and all is forgiven.”

“You’re being unnecessarily pessimistic,” He points out, as if she was peddling some doomsday logic and not a very real possibility that Angel wasn’t entertaining right now. One man, two cheeseburgers and a dream -- it had all the makings of a plan that could be a success. 

( That, or he was feeling as ambitious as whoever it was that greenlit the sequel they were about to see. ) 

“It does pay to be pretty,” An amuse smirk accompanies his words, his hand reaching out to press the button at the crosswalk he had just lead them to, which reminded him of something he had read two days prior, “Did you know these buttons don’t do shit? Apparently. Placebo buttons they’re called, who knew.” 

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+ LUCIFER VALE.

​closed starter to @angelsrojas​ location: on his yacht, off the Manhattan Waterfront

     The mid-day sun beat down into the ocean around them as it did on his bare skin. Shirt off, shoes off, blunt hanging from lips, Lucifer dunked hand through ice water to grab two beers, talking through the obstruction. “Glad to welcome you back to the dark side, buddy. I don’t know why you keep trying with that sober shit. This?” he paused, passing over a beer, and finally plucking the blunt from his mouth, only to pass that over too after a long drag. He blew the smoke back into Angel’s face, and then grinned mischievously. “This is what life’s about. Laying on a yacht, in New York City, smokin’ a blunt, and crossfading. Take any longer opening that beer and I’m gonna throw you overboard.” Popping the cap off his own IPA, he then brought it to his lips and washed down the cotton mouth.

Angel takes the beer that’s held out to him, not in quite the rush Lucifer was to pry it open and down the contents. The pause was the effect of his long and arduous journey with AA, the steps he had taken and the creeds he had made louder in his head than they had ever been as he watches a bead of condensation run down the bottle.

One hand kept a hold on it while the other holds the rail the stopped him from plunging over the edge of the yacht to the blue below, his stare drifting from the water to the other man, once again assigning himself the impossible task of figuring out what his current motivation was. Chaos for the sake of it was the most obvious answer, the thing he’s most used to in the other’s company, but he likes to think some evolution on his own part was why he wasn’t racing into making a mistake with both arms open and not a single second thought like the younger version of him had. 

“Party’s got to end sometime though, Luc,” He muses, though he could see the appeal in trying to keep it eternally going. Chasing highs, chasing people, chasing whatever one shouldn’t so being in the moment was an afterthought. “What happens then?”

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+ LARA SADIK.

“So you’re not the man at the end of the bar named Angel who sent this drink?” she questioned. 

“I’m a man named Angel at the end of the bar, sure,” He confirms, head tilting as he tried to surmise what was in the glass she had been giving without doing a litmus taste test. “I don’t drink though so generally I don’t send them to people. Is there alcohol in that? Because that’s a strange coincidence and definitely not from me. Unless it’s a Shirley Temple, in which case, I think the bartender gave you my order.”

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+ DELILAH ROCHE.

Closed starter with @angelsrojas​

It was no secret that Delilah was having a really hard time. The accident made things even worse for her. Being sober and going through something like this can break a person. Not being able to walk for a few weeks or do anything by herself made Delilah feel more depressed than usual. She had a few drinks and know that was she was doing was a really bad thing. She was sober for so long. What a shame. She felt like crying and the first person to pop up on her mind was Angel, her sponsor. She know that even though it’s late, he’ll help. Angel always know what to say to make Delilah feel better. She might disappoint him but, she needed help. 

While Angel considered his life in something of a transitional phase -- he was working regularly not diligently, he saw certain people more frequently than he had but not dedicatedly -- the one thing that gave him any sort of routine and structure was AA. No matter what kind of week he was having, he made sure to attend three meetings minimum, and his sponsees came before most people in his life. 

Delilah was no different. 

As soon as he had received a text from her that raised a red flag, he cut short the meeting he was having with an agent who was seeking to hire him to aid in the songwriting process of one of her artist’s, giving a blanket apology and a promise that he would clear some space in his schedule the following week to continue the conversation. 

A short uber ride later and he was outside her front door, knocking lightly as he re-read the message she had sent, trying to read further between the lines for an indication of what he would be met with when the door opened. 

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+ AVA EDWARDS.

local cafe in new york city for anyone / @exclusivestarters​

ava was watching at the male argue with the barista about the missing coffee he’d been waiting on for the next twenty minutes. she shook her head and eyed the person closest to her. “I swear to god no one gets this worked up over coffee and a bagel than anywhere else.” she listened to the male say that his name was vincent, and in unison, ava took one of the two coffees on her table and handed one to the same person she’d been speaking to. “i got an extra coffee if you’d like one.” the label along the cup said vincent and she smirked. “he deserved it. don’t worry, i gave the baristas a large tip for the trouble.” peering down at the cup. “it’s just black but there’s sugar and sweetener over there.”

Angel took the coffee that was offered, rotating the cup so he could see the very distinctive scrawl on it that read Vincent. The antics didn’t surprise him, Ava had been rambunctious the whole time he’s known her -- which was her entire life. 

“If you get me swung on for a black coffee, I’m not going to be impressed,” He tells her as he heads over to avail of some sweetener, which was as needed as the coffee for him. He returns to take a seat at her table, his back to the irate customer and the coffee cup shielded by his sitting presence which would hopefully save him from a cafe fistfight. 

“It’s good to see you, kid. Been longer than I’d like.” 

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+ LALIA KHAN.

“I have not. I would know that face anywhere, for one thing, and the second you spoke, I recognized the voice. I sang one of your songs and won Miss Teen Texas with it, thank you very much, I think I know who I’m talking to.”

Angel might have been able to come up with a firmer and more convincing reason as to why he was absolutely not himself, but his attention was piqued at the mention of Texas. Ain’t no where like home, he almost wants to say. 

“Can’t tell me that now and not tell me which song.”

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Javi wrapped in his towel, doing his soft little smile.

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What’s one trait you wished more people had?

"Authenticity. I think I partially blame Instagram for that seemingly going out of fashion. I can see how presenting the most polished and flaw-free version of yourself is appealing, but it’s not real, is it? And what’s the point of anything that isn’t real.” 

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What do you think you’d have done with your life instead if music hadn’t worked out

"Music. Which sounds like a cop out, but it's not. Even if every door had slammed on me and no one wanted to listen to anything I had to play, I'd still have played. I'd have taken gigs anywhere anyone would let me, busked on the street -- which is actually pretty fun, by the way. Whether or not someone would pay to listen was irrelevant to me, I'd have figured out how to survive moneywise, done some jobs to keep myself fed and with a roof over my head, but I couldn't survive without music. I’d never have stopped chasing that."

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Where do you see yourself in five years? In terms of your personal life?

"This just made me realise I'll be fifty in five years time. If I even see that far because that thought almost gave me a coronary. I've no specific vision for my personal life at that point, I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. It's going to sound corny as hell and I apologise for that in advance but I'd just like to be content in it. Whether that's by myself or with someone."

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+ SHERRI LOWE.

“Jedi mind tricks won’t work on me.”

“Not even if the jedi that’s trying to be tricky is really, really convincing in his delivery?” 

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Biggest regret?

"Getting married. Not that I don’t believe in the institution, I’ve seen plenty of good ones around me but mine was wrong time, wrong person for all the wrong reasons."

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Pedro Pascal as Javi Gutierrez THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT (2022) dir. Tom Gormican

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+ AMELIA BENNETT.

Here she was hiding in a cafe. Yet again. With all the stress and caffeine she had experienced and taken in lately, Amelia was certain her blood was nothing more than coffee and cortisol. She bit rather listlessly into her Danish when she heard the little commotion beside her. Of course the second Angel sat down in the table beside her, she knew exactly who he was. The only thing living in New York and other…”elite” cities taught her was that celebrities were people too. Feeling quite insular herself, Amelia sought to help the man. “Excuse me, I think your order’s been called.” she kindly interrupted to the woman and waited for her to rush to the counter before turning to the older man. “Must get that a lot huh?” she said almost half to herself with a small laugh as if giving him the option to engage.

Angel was still mid-discussion about how he absolutely, most definitely wasn’t him and was just about to try the doppelgänger theory as an escape route when he was saved by a bystander with quicker thinking skills than his own. He hadn’t had his coffee yet, that’s what he would blame. 

With his space vacated and the allure of a latte eclipsing his presence, he’s almost certain the woman wouldn’t circle back to him to re-ignite the conversation, which made him relax in the others presence. 

“Only at inopportune moments, it seems to be,” Such as then, when he was too caffeine depleted to resist that era of his life on command. “You have to let buy you a drink now, being my before noon savior and all.”

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+ NICOLE CHU.

starter for: @angelsrojas​

location: utp

“You cannot sneak an entire cheeseburger into a movie theatre.”

When Angel stills and turns, there’s a seemingly endless silence stretching between them as Angel blinks at her, struck by her pessimism. For such a visionary, she could be a little shortsighted. 

“Not with that attitude I can’t.” 

The offensive choice of movie theatre snacks was currently being held at his side in his right hand in a brown paper bag, to be better concealed once they were actually about to enter the building. 

“If I could sneak coke through security just to have it on hand to cross the Atlantic, I’m pretty sure I can manage to get a cheeseburger into this Top Gun showing.” 

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+ KLAUS DIEDRICH.

“Definitely” Klaus admitted shrugging, a sharp smile on his lips “I mean, no offense but you’re not exactly what I imagine a retired rockstar to be like"  they appeared to be around the same age, the other perhaps a few years younger; carried himself casually and looked strangely sober "You know, no ‘sorry momma i’m a rockstar’ vibes at all. That’s unusual. Anyway maybe there’s a slight chance it’s you”

“How exactly did you picture a retired rockstar then?” Angel implores, genuinely curious as to what criteria the man would come up with. Conversations in bars were always a colorful thing, especially now his soda didn’t come with any spirits hidden in the bottom -- now he would even remember them. 

“You know, on the off chance it was me.”