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❝Oh I agree, you’ve never had any respect for authority...❞ Chris told his younger brother shaking his head. He fought the urge to pluck the cigarette from Johnny’s lips and dump it on the glass sitting on the counter. Sometimes he wondered if his brother did things just to spite him. He wanted to tell him to get his feet off of the bar, but he knew that was a fight he was not going to win, the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene. ❝Seriously Jon?❞ he asked still managing to sound surprised despite knowing his brother well, ❝that’s what we pay them for, to keep a nice environment for all our guests❞ Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, ❝are you only telling me this to upset me?❞

◤ ♚ · ˚ . feet kicked up on the bar of the valmont inn as a cigarette dangled between his lips, johnny’s eyes scanned the room before turning to the person next to him with a grin. “could you believe that fucking moron told me to put my cigarette out?�� he said, pointing to the bartender as he took a drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air. “i told him, listen buddy, when your name is the name plated in twenty four karat gold all over this place, then you can tell me to put my cigarette out. some people just don’t have any respect for authority.”

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audrey nodded reluctantly, glancing at her watch, wondering how much longer she had until her shift was over. he seemed nice enough and was treating her like a human being, unlike most customers, so she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and work her styling magic. this was right up her alley and it was her favorite part of the job. “sure thing. so, how old are they, and what are their styles like ? do they have any colors that they absolutely refuse to wear ?” she walked over to the ‘grungy’ section, her blonde ponytail flipping back and forth. “well, this is the section for more ‘rocker/skater’ type styles — we have leather jackets and boots, as well as some basic crop tops and high waisted shorts.” she pointed her freshly manicured finger over to the bohemian section. “over there is where we have more coachella type styles - kimonos and maxi dresses as well as some flowy pants.” lastly, she turned her attention over to a more girly section. she walked over to the flowy blouses and a sea of pink appeared. “there are more options, as well, if none of those fit their needs. or we could be daring and mix and match some items,” she said, smirking.

Chris smiled at the girl as she walked him through the store. He grew up knowing about designers and brands, but most of the time he never picked up what to wear. For high society function his outfit would usually be waiting for him at his room, all he had to do was get dressed. Outside of all the galas and balls, Chris’ style was simple and comfortable. Even working at town hall ditched his Tom Ford suits whenever he had the chance and wore plaid shirts instead. It was one of the many things that set him apart from his siblings. Except perhaps Maeby. Out of the Valmont kids, she was the one closest to him. ❝Well Maeby is twenty, and she wears a lot of sweaters, and skirts❞ Chris wasn’t sure about her skirt size, ❝so just like if you have some sweaters that I could take a look at that would be great.❞  Finding something for Maeby was easy, growing old had only brought them closer, their interests and likes similar, even their ways of thinking. But Sienna? Sienna was a whole different case. Her little sister meant the world to him, with ten years between them, Chris felt responsible for her, in some instances he felt he had been a better paternal figure than their father ever was. But as she grew up so did the difference between them. And he had not seen her in a year. ❝And Sienna, she’s eighteen...❞ he said with a small sigh, ❝I- I’m not even sure what she likes anymore❞ Chris shook his head, ❝but if you have anything velvet, or pink...❞ 

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     sheepish chuckle left sofia as he reached out to take emily, dark gaze studying his expressions before she muttered a soft thanks. ❝ if it wasn’t important, i would not have given her to you but she does not last more than two minutes without that blankie toy thing and i just - i can’t do both. ❞ sofia admitted quietly, digging through the purse anxiously. ❝ emily but um, i usually just call her emi… ❞ her voice was soft, seemingly off as she continued to rummage through her bag. until, at last, her fingers grazed the soft material and she quickly pulled it out - smiling in relief. ❝ thank god… i thought we’d get no sleep tonight. looks like we’ll be good to go, baby girl. ❞ sofi grinned at her daughter, dark gaze settling on the man whom she had recklessly dragged into her little issue. ❝ i’m so sorry about that… i’m sofia and thank you so much for holding her. ❞ 

❝It’s alright❞ Chris said shaking his head, and for a split second wondered if she could read his mind, or maybe he was bad at hiding his emotions, ❝I’m just glad I could help.❞ Chris continued to bounce the child while watching the young woman search through her bag. ❝Hey Emi, don’t worry your bunny is goi-❞ he said to the baby just as the girl reached out to grab a fistful of his hair, ❝oh you like my hair uh? a lot of people say it’s my best quality❞ he joked bouncing the baby lightly. Chris smiled as the woman triumphantly pulled the blankie out of her bag, ❝look at that your bunny is here... Nice to meet you Sofia, I’m Chris❞ he took a few steps towards her, ❝and it was no trouble at all❞ when he was about to hand the baby back, the little girl gripped his shirt with her tiny fists, ❝oh she’s strong, and apparently not ready to go back with you❞ he laughed. ❝Uh where are you guys headed? I could walk with you if you want...❞ the workers he had come with were still setting up, and they had instructions, the whole thing could’ve been done without his presence. 

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It felt like ages since Chris had gotten his sisters a gift. Not that they had ever need him to, but he missed the feeling of being able to make them smile with something like a stuffed animal, or even something as simple as chocolates. Of course they were not longer going to smile because he brought home a teddy bear. He had blinked and suddenly his little sisters were not that little anymore. And he felt like he was losing them little by little with each passing day. That was why he decided to stop by the boutique after work. Maybe he could find something they would like. Chris entered the stored and looked around for someone who could help. Spotting a girl that looked like she worked there, he had made the mistake of assuming people worked at stores before, it had been very awkward, and hoped she indeed worked there and tapped her shoulder.

❝Sorry, yes uh❞ he began ❝I need your help picking two gifts, well a gift for two different girls, for each girl... I need to find two gifts❞

audrey stood by one of the clothing racks in the stone boutique, absent-mindedly rearranging any clothes that had fallen off of the hangers. she’d been having a super shitty day, as per usual. everyday she deals with the rudest, most entitled customers in the high-end boutique and you think that she’d be used to it after working there for a while. today, however, she was exhausted and over it. she was not in the mood to put up with these rude people or get yelled at because something’s out of stock. thankfully, the store had been pretty slow since it was later on in the day and she had some downtime while the other salesperson dealt with the couple of customers checking out. she checked to make sure some blouses were in proper size order, her back turned to the door, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. she sighed, turning around as she put on the fakest smile and voice imaginable and said, “yes ? what can i do for you today ?”

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❝I think that intersection is a good spot to place the lift so we can get some pictures❞ Chris told one of the members of the crew, ❝and set up the drone for some aerial shots...❞ at least this job let him be outside of his office, although if his father had it his way, Chris would never leave his desk at all, there were after all workers who could do the field work. But Chris had always liked this aspect of the job. At least out here he felt free. And the crew for the most part respected him, he knew what he was doing, and even if half the town believed he got the job thanks to his last name, once they got to work with him they found out he was actually qualified for it. As everyone scattered to do their part Chris heard someone talking to him.

 ❝Who? Me? Uhhh alright... I-❞ he mumbled but reached out to take the baby, he was no parenting expert but he was sure that handing your kid to a stranger was something you shouldn’t do. He didn’t mention that of course, just offered the woman a smile and bounced the baby lightly. ❝Hey there❞ he said to the baby, ❝you lost your bunny uh?❞ Chris turned away from the baby towards the woman, ❝what’s her name?❞

      dark doe like hues shifted from her newly locked apartment door towards the small girl pressed against her hip while sofia finished stuffing her keys inside her purse. she was going to the market due to the shortage of not only diapers but also that baby formula and strawberry mix that emily liked so much. sofia glanced down at the baby, a habit of hers before she carefully made her way down the steps and out to the sidewalk. soft groan left her lips as her daughter left out a whine, gaze flickering to emily’s empty hands. ( no, no… not the rabbit - please, no. ) quick, one handed movements around her purse began before she sighed and turned, gaze scanning her surroundings before settling on the person seemingly coming her way before moving to meet them half way. ❝ hi, sorry… i have to find her bunny rabbit - can you hold her ?? thanks. ❞ 

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hey lovelies, i know i’ve only been here a few days but i’m loving this plot so i now bring you Chris!

🌹 scott eastwood 🌹 have you seen christopher valmont around rose hollow lately? the 28 year old male is currently an architect working as the city planner at town hall. according to their peers, they’re kind-hearted & charming, but i hear that they could be perfectionist & demanding. in case you haven’t heard, word on the street is that, he ran away when he was 17 because he didn’t want to be part of the family legacy but his father tracked him down before anyone could find out, but who knows if that’s true. 🌹 kari / mst / 20+ / she/her 🌹

christopher valmont was born and raised in rose hollow. he is part of one of the oldest and wealthiest families in town. and he hates that about himself.

while growing up he didn’t realize what it actually meant to be a valmont, he was a happy child, playing and looking after his siblings. 

but as he grew up, with each new school year he started, it became clear that his last name carried certain weight. at times special consideration was given to him, and he always found that to be unfair. 

some of his classmates began to point that out, and when it was clear there were two ways it could go, chris decided he was not going to become what the entire town had already made him out to be.

at seventeen he ran away from home. he was set on leaving everything behind, family name, legacy, town, everything. he was going to accomplish things and it would be on his own, for his own merits. 

chris made it as far as louisiana before his father tracked him down and “convinced” him to come home. *needs fine tuning after some plotting. 

he graduated from cornell as an architect. and fulfilling the promise he made to his father he came back to rose hollow. he is now the city planner.

there’s no one chris loves more in this world than his siblings, he will do anything to protect them. some of them remember when he left, some where too young to even realize what had happened. and he hopes they don’t resent him from trying to leave. 

so this is a very basic background, more like key details. but as you can see the door is open for all kind of relationships. former classmates, former romantic relationships, flings, coworkers, people that hate him, childhood friends, high school friends, current friends, an assistant or a secretary perhaps, etc! so like this post or message me if you want to plot or talk connections!