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helena-astor‌:

Lena looked concerned for a moment, hearing that the other’s day wasn’t going well. Still she didn’t want to pry especially if the other didn’t want to talk about it. Instead she sat down smoothly and nodded along. 

“Good. Nothing particularly interesting to report unless you would like to know about different flower arrangements.” She chuckled a little. Although Lena had always wanted to plan a wedding, there was part of her that would never be able to take the small details seriously. 

“Right, the wedding is coming.” Chelsea remembered, smiling at the other brunette. She never saw herself getting married, let alone being in a healthy relationship. “Are you excited or like,” She paused to search for the right word. “--- nervous?” 

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brokenrostova‌:

“Philadelphia,” Lola said. “I moved to the city for college, never wanted to leave since. What about you? Are you from around here?”

“Ah I see.” She nodded. “New York is nice, I would never leave here I think.” Chelsea shrugged with a chuckle. “Nah, I am originally from Rhode Island. Providence to be exact, I moved here for college too, well technically it was outside the city but still New York.”

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augustgeiger‌:

He was mildly relieved at her reassurance that it was a joke - it would be hard to explain to his PR people why the woman he had just been seen talking to had shoved someone out of the way and possibly hurt them. And if he knew Aspen, which he admittedly did better than he knew Chelsea, she would absolutely make sure the whole world found out about what had happened at her party.

“I’ve seen her scream at a barista for putting too much milk in her latte, she’s that kind of awful,” he told her, letting out a slight groan at that memory. After that whole situation, and many others like it, he’d kind of given up on being more than courteous acquaintances. “That would work - we’re headed out of here to go back to your place,” he said, not mad at the idea at all. It had the added bonus of deflecting some of the rumors about him and a certain actress. “If I accidentally grab your ass that’s just part of the act.”

“Oh yikes, she’s one of those girls.” If there was an olympic of obnoxiousness, those type of girls would take the gold medal, Chelsea wasn’t a piece of cake either but at least she knew better not to yell at a barista for putting too much or too less milk in her latte. Besides, in order to learn people’s darkest, deepest secrets to manipulate them, you needed to be charming, otherwise people wouldn’t trust you and that’s exactly what Chelsea was doing. “Definitely.” She agreed, smirking. “You can tell her that.” Her smirk grew at his next words, she brushed her hair aside. “Why do I feel like you are looking for an excuse to grab my ass?” Chelsea said, making her way to the exit door. 

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noah-malone‌:

Noah looked to the other with her question, they hadn’t been talking long but he already had an impression and getting a drink didn’t seem like a question she would ask and then alas, she revealed the true reason which sounded more accurate to the new character. ‘’I hate art. Let’s do it. What kind of art is it? Abstract art is the worst so I’m hoping abstract so I can tell the painter that one of the kids at my ward could paint better than them.’’ Noah confirmed the facts on his behaviour, hoping she didn’t uninvite him. ‘’It could be fun to make people with paintbrushes stuck up their assholes tut at our apparent lack of knowledge.’’ Already away with the idea, Noah picked up his coat. ‘’You can apologise later if you have to and pretend you don’t know me.’’

“How can you hate art?” She gasped dramatically as if Noah just said he killed babies in his spare time. “It’s a contemporary art piece -- well technically an installation.” Of course Noah hated abstract art, because let’s be real, everybody does. “He’s not a painter but you can still insult his work.” She chuckled with a shrug, honestly she couldn’t care less about the artist’s feelings or anyone’s for that matter, she just wanted to have few drinks with someone. “I feel like I should hate you for saying these stuff, because you know, I am an artist too but I don’t.” The way he worded was truly amusing, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh trust me, I definitely will pretend like I don’t know you.”

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perseph-ny‌:

Cath knew that look all too well. Whoever she was, she probably recognized Minerva Hamilton before she became Minerva Hamilton. The responses she’d get from people who previously knew her vastly differed; it ranged from awkward small talk about some minuscule detail in kindergarten to someone attempting to rip her hair off as she exited a subway station. Before Minerva died, she wasn’t exactly hailed as a martyr. No, she was a piece of shit, simply put. Once, a woman cried to her for ruining her life and it almost made her want to stop the facade. But she couldn’t do that. The only thing she could hope for was that no one else would attack or cry to her for something sealed in the past.

Now, Cath immediately thought that maybe if she walked fast enough, she could avoid a possible conversation. However, the small town farmer girl in her screamed at her to try and improve Minerva’s reputation. “Thank you,” Cath carefully considered her next choice of words. “I hate to be rude, but have I met you before? You seem very familiar.”

If you asked Chelsea, she would say the girls like Minerva were the reason Chelsea became such a narcissistic individual with no guilt or remorse, she would absolutely shift the blame on them -- well, she wasn’t all wrong. Sure she was born with some issues but her high school bullies made everything worse. There were days Chelsea actually fantasized about killing them, especially Minerva and Lara, though she never acted on it -- obviously. The hatred was mutual, the last time she has seen Minerva, they both were in a party and she kept calling Chelsea with her embarrassing high school names -- clearly, high school never ended for some people.

Now, Chelsea was standing in front of her and she wasn’t saying a word -- this was odd, something was wrong. Her brows frowned in surprise, was Minerva being serious right now? It didn’t make any sense to her. “Um, yeah we have.” She nodded. “We went to same high school. I am Chelsea. Chelsea Watson.”

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Something about Chelsea is kinda making me worried...

You and me both sister. She seems like there’s a lot going on upstairs and if I were to meet her, I’d keep her a stick away. This act of her’s is lovely though. @chelseawatson

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brokenrostova‌:

Lola froze for a moment, just a moment – during which every reason she didn’t drink, didn’t even like taking cough medicine that could make her sleepy – flashed through her mind. When she spoke again, her voice was miraculously level.

“Grew up near a college campus,” she said. “I’ve seen every type of drunk, and I’m not too interested in finding out which I am.” She forced a laugh. “Besides, every group needs its designated driver.”

Chelsea couldn’t help but admire the other woman’s will power. It’s not like she was an alcoholic, she didn’t even drink that much (compared to her peers) but there’s no way she could put up with these parties without a drink or two. 

“That certainly wouldn’t stop me. I forgot, where were you from?” She mirrored Lola’s laugh, her brow raised. “That I agree. Then again ever since Uber was a thing, no one needs to be the designated driver of the group.”

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augustgeiger‌:

August quirked a brow at her suggestion, wondering for a moment if she was serious about doing that. Somehow he didn’t think she actually would, she didn’t seem that crazy to him, but well… she was kind of freaky and bitchy, so it wouldn’t be the most surprising thing in the world. “Let’s try not to start a fight on the way out,” he suggested, just in case he needed to actively discourage violence. “I mean, if the goal is to get out without drama, that probably wouldn’t help.”

“Honestly, she’s kind of the worst, so it’s not a terrible loss if she hates me after this… but you know, still, I’m a PR kinda guy,” he said with a soft laugh. He stepped a bit closer to the door, looking over the crowd of people. At least it was pretty loud in there, so that would be helpful. “I envy those country kids who can just climb down the drainpipe and sneak out.”

“I was kidding August.” She laughed after noticing the quirk of his eyebrow. “I am not a psycho.” She added, nodding her head. If he only knew. “I am not planning to cause a scene in a party like this, or anywhere.” Well, this part was a true, Chelsea would never cause a scene when other people were present, she would wait and ambush her victim while they were alone. “Then just tell her your girlfriend wants to leave.” She smirked. “Would that cause drama too?”

“I don’t know her that well but she seems like the worst. I get that, you need to play nice just in case.” Chelsea nodded, crossing her arms against her chest. “Right? I can’t do that even if my life depended on it.”

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augustgeiger‌:

“Oh you definitely said it between the lines,” he said, reaching for his beer to mask the smirk that was still creeping up on his face. August wasn’t sure why exactly he was now properly flirting with Chelsea Watson, nouveau riche hipster queen, but well, maybe the pressure of work was messing with his head more than he’d thought. One of those nights. “It’s alright, it’s not like I’m gonna take offense to you finding me crazy attractive. I’m used to it.”

“True.” He nodded, having to agree with that - even though he’d met her and they were on a first name basis thanks to his mother, Miuccia still seemed to come from a different world. “Yeah, sounds like Donatella, alright,” he said, wrinkling his nose slightly. He honestly didn’t really know or mind her, but she’d given him a similar treatment until she’d realized he was technically a Randolph. “I’m terrified that one day I’ll run into Karl Lagerfeld and have to deal with that rejection. Not sure my pride could take it.” As hypocritical as it was, coming from someone who worked in television, he found the fashion industry fickle and superficial, and the only part of it that truly interested him were the models.

He shrugged his shoulders at her statement. “Well, yeah, you guys are quite an exclusive club, aren’t you?” he asked, quirking a brow at her. Honestly, it all seemed like a complete waste of everyone’s time to him, which was why he mostly tried to avoid getting near it. Alas, being part of the cultural elite required him to make an occasional appearance. Plus, for some reason, a lot of his dates wanted to go. “How did you get into it, anyway?“

“Maybe I did.” She mirrored his smirk, shrugging her shoulders. Well, she actually didn’t but it wouldn’t hurt if he thought she was flirting with him. Rolling her eyes playfully, she scoffed before taking a sip from her drink. “Crazy attractive? Now you started sounding delusional.” Crazy attractive would be a stretch, though she had to admit, Chelsea found him kinda attractive. In a way she couldn’t explain. Maybe charming was a better way to put it. 

The way August talked about all those designers made her frown for a moment, Chelsea would kill to live a life like his, and she would never be able to, no matter how much she tried. Trying not to dwell on her thoughts, she faked a laugh at his next words. “He’s so intimidating, If I ever ran into him in a party I would probably hide until he leaves.” Chelsea joked, brushing her brunette locks behind her ear.

He was right, it was a really exclusive group -- she spent her years to get in, the amount of ass-kissing she did was ridiculous. “I wouldn’t call it that exclusive.” She started, pursing her lips together. The club started as a joke at first, it was just Lara and her cult, then it got bigger thanks to avant-garde parties they threw. “I went to same high school with the founders -- Tegan and Lara,” She said nonchalantly, as if they were BFFS. Lying came so naturally Chelsea, it was really disturbing. “We all were artsy kids, hanging out in the same parties and stuff. That’s how I got into it.”

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augustgeiger‌:

“Touché,” he said with a heartfelt laugh, somewhat impressed that Chelsea had brought that out. Maybe he needed to re-evaluate his distaste for her - perhaps it wasn’t entirely justified after all. Sure, she was one of those girls, but maybe she wasn’t the worst one. Maybe she just needed to get over herself. Most people did when they first entered that whole scene, so he probably shouldn’t hold that against her in such a personal way.

“You know what,” he said, standing up straight as he glanced back towards the dreaded party inside the house, “If you can sneak me out of this place without Crazy Instagram Girl following us, I’ll be happy to tag along to your bad art show.” He looked at her expectantly, surprised by how much he wanted her to agree to his suggestion. “Aspen will be pissed at me for leaving, but I’ll deal with her later.”

Chelsea couldn’t help but chuckle as she heard his laugh. Why did she care about impressing him? Spending time him would be like sitting on popular kids’ table in high school, something she has always craved. Sure, her need for being liked or known by everybody was insane but this was something more than that, she genuinely liked talking to August -- which was strange.

Looking at the girl over her shoulder, she turned to him with a smirk. “Do you want me to push someone to distract her?” She might have sounded like she was joking, which was her intention because if August would find her suggestion ridiculous, she could always say she was just joking but in truth, she was being serious. “She shouldn’t be because her party sucks.”

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helena-astor‌:

@chelseawatson

Lena stood up as she spotted the other coming into the restaurant. With a small wave to catch her attention and a quick smile she waited for Chelsea to come.

“Hello dear, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. How are you?” Lena said the pleasantries coming off of her tongue easily. It wasn’t that she didn’t mean them, but it was a script she had learned from a young age. 

When Chelsea met Helena, she immediately thought the other brunette wasn’t as nice as she made it seem like to be but in time, she has realized, Helena was actually that nice. It never made sense to Chelsea, there’s no way she could relate to it. Her friendship with Lena wasn’t an expected one for sure, some people never understood it. Perhaps she liked spending time with her because she didn’t have to fake it too hard.

“I am tired.” She said dramatically after taking a seat, resting her hands on the table. “I had the worst morning but let’s not get into that.” Chels said, chuckling. “God I know, it feels like forever. How have you been?”

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brokenrostova‌:

Lola didn’t say what she wanted to, which was that she couldn’t tell avant-garde from any other kind of abstract art. That was a road she did not want to go down – last time she had, she’d gotten a three-hour lecture in cubism that she’d never asked for.

So instead, she said, “Let’s check it out. He’ll appreciate having some people show up, at least. And there’ll probably be wine for you and cheese for me.”

“Besides, if you get really bored, you can always leave,” Blaze wasn’t the type who would mind if someone left his installation, he truly had unorthodox opinions on things. Pursing her lips together as she started walking towards the exit door, Chelsea put her empty glass on the nearest table. Elevating her brow, she turned to Lola, “Is there a reason why you don’t drink?” Hoping she would get some dirt about her, she asked. “I am curious.

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augustgeiger‌:

“And yet you’re asking me to come with you,” he teased back with an amused smile. There had to be a reason that Chelsea was bringing this up - by the sound of it, she’d already seen it, so it couldn’t be that she just wanted to check it out. She’d apparently sought him out outside this party, and he wanted to know why.

“I mean, obviously I’m some of the best company around here, so can’t say I blame you… this is one of the worst ‘networking’ parties I’ve been to,” he said, making a face of absolute exhaustion. He eyed her for a moment before he plainly asked: “So, seriously Chels, what do you actually want from me?” He couldn’t work it out on his own. As much as he felt like he recognized an ulterior motive, it still wasn’t clear to him what it was.

“That’s because you are the only person I know here.” Well, that wasn’t true, she knew handful of people in the party but after that night at the bar, Chelsea realized August was a lot more tolerable than many people she knew. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt if people saw her with August, it would be a nice change for Chelsea to be seen with someone outside Factory. Besides, can you imagine Tegan’s face if she saw Chelsea with August? Yeah, that would be priceless.

She scoffed playfully at his words, crossing her arms against her chest. “Oh my god, I just wanted to hang out.” She told him, it wasn’t a lie though because she actually wanted to hang out with him, sure she had other reasons but he didn’t need to know that, did he? “But fine, if you don’t want to come, I will just ask someone else.”

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augustgeiger‌:

Her words were probably meant as a mild insult, and he should definitely have taken it that way, but instead he just grinned at her and shrugged it off. “It was a genuine question - I’ve been on dates that were a lot less fun than drinking and looking at bad art,” he told her. Not that he wanted to go out with Chelsea anytime soon. She still kinda weirded him out.

“So, what are you doing out here anyway?” August asked as he leaned against the rail of the balcony, looking out over the city lights that sparkled all around them. “I thought you were busy in there… networking, or whatever it is you’re supposed to do at these things.”

“You are saying that because you haven’t seen what you are about to see,” Chelsea teased, chuckling lightly. Personally, she liked modern art but she knew how other people felt about it, so it wouldn’t be a big surprise if August hated Blaze’s installation piece. “I didn’t think it as a date but it could be one if you want,” She shrugged, giving him a playful chuckle. 

“I am just bored,” Glancing over the crowd before meeting his gaze, Chelsea shrugged again. “I was busy.” To be fair, she always was -- scheming was a full time job after all. “But the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Don’t get me wrong, I love networking but sometimes it gets boring.”

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augustgeiger‌:

She began laughing, much more than he had expected her to - honestly he had been more prepared to be rewarded with a punch in the face. “Well, I just said it to you, and you’re still here,” he pointed out with a very self-congratulatory smirk. He wasn’t really hitting on her, of course, but y’know, they were both attractive people, at least physically. Especially him, but still. “So I take it I’m so incredibly off the charts hot that you just can’t bring yourself to leave. I’m flattered, Chelsea, really.”

He raised his brows back at her, “Hey, don’t look so surprised that I know people. Fashion week was a holiday when I was a kid, so I ran into a few people. You know how it is.” He offered the last bit, hoping to establish for good why she was being so weird about this. August relaxed back a bit, satisfied that he’d impressed her. It was probably a cheap trick to name drop the designer like that, especially since he didn’t personally know her that well, but at least it had been successful. Was it ever really tacky if it worked? Probably, but that was not really important.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he said dryly, not approving of the way she was now just openly mocking the guy. August felt that it was one thing to criticize his very… questionable choices, which he himself was happy to do, but Chelsea was acting like he was some sort of outlandish character made for their entertainment. “That’s kinda sad too. We can’t all be Factory clones, you know.”

“Oh were you using that on me?” She smirked, elevating her brow. “I thought you were just giving an example.” When she first started talking to August, she didn’t think the conversation between them was going to last this long, maybe he wasn’t as awful as she thought he was. He was kinda nice, especially compared to other people she knew. “Whoa, slow down there Geiger. I haven’t said anything like that, no need to be flattered.” She teased, taking a long sip from her beer. 

“We are not talking about normal people though, we are talking about Miuccia Prada,” She pointed out, chuckling softly. “Yeah I do. I mean once I have met Donatella Versace in a party but our conversation didn’t last more than three seconds.” Well, the story was true, it actually happened to someone but the problem was, that someone wasn’t Chelsea, it was one of the girls she went to high school with. But would August know that? Probably not. 

“It’s not a bad thing but a grown ass man crying in public would be embarrassing,” She said with a nonchalant shrug, she really didn’t feel bad for the guy. In her defense, Chelsea didn’t feel bad for anyone. “True.” Chelsea said, smirking. “And there’s a reason for that.”

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brokenrostova‌:

“I don’t drink, but I’m glad to go to a bar and watch you drink,” Lola said. She knew Chelsea only peripherally, but she’d always seemed nice enough. “Who’s running the art show? Anyone I’d know?”

“You don’t?” Her brow elevated in surprise. “Oh come on, that would be boring for you. We can do something else..” Chelsea paused to think, shrugging her shoulders. “Something you would like.” It was important for Chelsea to charm others with her so called nice behavior, not that it was genuine, she was just faking it. “It’s a guy called Blaze. Pretty sure it’s not his real name. He’s an avant-garde artist from Europe.”