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Of all the things Kenny had expected to hear while going through the grocery store, a sentence about peaches and butts was not it. Looking up, she raised an eyebrow as her lips settled in an amused smirk as she looked over at the other woman. She was holding up a peach, that she supposed did look like genitalia. “Maybe?” Kenny hedged, looking the other woman over curiously as she shrugged. “Although, my cousins used to use the term peach as another way of saying pussy. So that’s usually what I think of when I see them,” Kenny told her with a slight laugh. Maybe it was vulgar to say, but it had been an odd question to ask a stranger anyway. 

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Avery walked around the grocery store looking at foods to buy. She was in need of purchasing some since she was running low. She walked along the fruit aisle and sets some grapes, apples and bananas into her basket. When she reached the peaches, she tilted her head at them slightly as she grabbed one. Brining it closer to her, she examined it a bit before turning to the person next to her and held it out. “Doesn’t this giant peach look like a big butt?” she asked. Was it a weird question to ask? Yes. Did she care? Nope. She was starting to care less and less what people were thinking of her. It was a harmless, yet funny question after all. 

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“But it was right there,” Kenny shot back with a smirk, trying to contain a giggle. She rolled her eyes then, a finger swishing around the rim of her glass as she looked back at her friend. “What was I supposed to do with it then? Bite it in half?!” she scoffs, focusing her eyes on the man. She leans in a little, smiling cheekily. “Are you a twin?” 

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“  Kenny …  ”    there’s a warning in his tone that is mixed in with an uncontrollable burst of inhebriated chortles.    He attempts, fruitlessly, to stifle a slip of laughter with the pressure of his palm only to have it slips right through his fingers.  “   You weren’t supposed to eat the whole thing, good lord woman …   ”   Sebastian peers low through the gaps of his fingers,  unable to hide how much amusement he was getting from this whole confusion.    “   How many of me are you even seeing right now?   ”

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“Really?” Kenny chuckled, amused by the flush of red on the other woman’s cheeks and her words. That had not at all been the answer she’d been expecting. “Well, why don’t I get you another drink and you tell me about this character you envisioned? Hm?” Kenny suggested, signalling to the bartender for another and then turning her attention back on the other woman. “I’m Kenny. And who is Ruby Sparks?” she asked curiously as she grinned at the other woman. 

“If you’re going to stare,” Kenny started, smirking over at the person next to her. Her eyes drifted over them curiously; she didn’t know if they’d really been staring but oh well. “You may as well buy me a drink. A gin and tonic, if you’re so inclined,” she drawled, flicking a strand of hair back over her shoulder. She looked at the other with a grin, lifting her current drink in a toast before finishing it off quickly. 

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Kenny let out a little laugh at the mans words, watching him in amusement. An eyebrow rose as he continued and she was surprised to see him slip behind the bar. “Oh. You work here?” she asked curiously, shifting in her seat a little to look at him better. Her smile widened. “I won’t say no to that.” She leaned forward against the bar, eyes watching him curiously. “What’s your name?” Kenny asked, head tilted forward curiously. 

“If you’re going to stare,” Kenny started, smirking over at the person next to her. Her eyes drifted over them curiously; she didn’t know if they’d really been staring but oh well. “You may as well buy me a drink. A gin and tonic, if you’re so inclined,” she drawled, flicking a strand of hair back over her shoulder. She looked at the other with a grin, lifting her current drink in a toast before finishing it off quickly. 

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“If you’re going to stare,” Kenny started, smirking over at the person next to her. Her eyes drifted over them curiously; she didn’t know if they’d really been staring but oh well. “You may as well buy me a drink. A gin and tonic, if you’re so inclined,” she drawled, flicking a strand of hair back over her shoulder. She looked at the other with a grin, lifting her current drink in a toast before finishing it off quickly. 

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This is my new babe Kenny! Hit me up if you wanna plot. :)

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [ KENNELLY ‘KENNY’ LARUE], a [ 23 ] year-old [ FEMALE ] has lived in [ BROOKLYN, NYC ] for [ 10 YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [ PR ASSISTANT ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ SAVANNAH LEE SMITH ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

Kennelly Marie LaRue was born to Pierre and Thomasina LaRue in the city of Reims, France. The LaRue’s were in the wine business and owned several vineyards. Thomasina was an American model that had fallen in love with Pierre and became his second wife. She has two older half-siblings.

Kenny loved growing up in France as a child, though she very much enjoyed vacationing in the States and all over Europe. She was given a fair amount of freedom as a child and then, when her parents divorced and she moved to the New York City with her mother, even more. 

In fact, by that point Kenny was 14 and left to pretty much her own devices. Both her parents were too preoccupied with their lives and so Kenny saw NYC as her own personal playground. 

School wasn’t something she’d ever truly focused much on back in France. But now that she was living in New York, she saw how important it was and determined to do well. Though she wasn’t any kind of Honor student, she did well in school. 

At first, she didn’t want to do university but upon the insistence of her mother, Kenny went to NYU. Again, she worked hard but it wasn’t like she was top of her class or anything. Eventually she graduated with a degree in Communications and took an internship with a PR firm. 

Kenny enjoyed the internship and working in PR and once the internship was over, she’d impressed her bosses enough that she became a PR Assistant. 

Relationship are few and far between for Kenny. She’s had her sexual entanglements but she’s unsure if she’s really suited for relationships or even, if she’s all that into people romantically. It’s not something she talks about but sometimes she feels fundamentally different when it comes to relationships. 

Either way! She’s got a group of friends she loves and she’s always been down for a party. For now, she’s simply making the most of her life and wanting to excel at her work. 

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“Two iced coffees?” Kenny echoed the other man’s words, a slight grin on her features as she eyed the two drinks. A free iced coffee would be heaven and get her to work quicker. She let her eyes glance over the man in front of her and decided he looked kind of sketchy. But, who was she to turn down a free drink? “Are you sure? I mean, it’d be great, obviously. I don’t particularly want to wait in this line,” Kenny mused, her grin wider now as she stepped closer, reaching for the drink. She peers at it as she gestures for him to hand it over. “It looks like a normal drink, at least,” she mused. “Thank you...?” she left off, giving him time to give her his name. “Now, how about we get out of here before they realise you’ve absconded with an extra drink,” she suggested with a chuckle. 

he needed his daily dose of coffee, or more specifically, an iced coffee in his case. after ordering his drink, mars stood around waiting to be called, joint tucked behind his ear, tired eyes a lot more tired than usual. the second he’s called, the worker hands him two iced coffee’s, and before he can protest and claim that he only ordered one, she leaves to go attend another customer. mars looks at his receipt and notices they only charged him for one, but gave him two. he knows for sure that he can’t finish two large iced coffee’s on his own, so he looks around and finally decides on a waiting bystander. “hey,” he confronts them, tone calm as ever, two iced coffee’s in his hands, “so funny shit, i paid for one iced coffee and they gave me two by accident. you want the other one? otherwise it’ll probably just go to the trash.” he could barely finish a single large one, let alone two. @exclusivestarters​

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welcome to london [georgia gaines]  you’ve lived here for [14 years] and are originally from [boston, mass., usa]  we see here that you’re pursuing a career as a [novelist] and currently reside in [kentish town, camden.]  you’re the spitting image of [tika sumpter], use [she/her] pronouns, you’re [38], and your anthem is [nothing without you by tanerélle]

This is my darling girl Georgia Gaines. A best-selling horror novelist! 

tw: child death

Georgia Terese Gaines grew up as the eldest child of Harlan and Erica Gaines. Harlan was a well-known and established law professor at Harvard University and Erica was an engineer. Having such accomplished parents, Georgia always felt as if she had to prove herself academically - something she at times, stressed over. 

As much as her parents wanted her to be happy, they also unintentionally put a lot of pressure on Georgia. Eventually, during her second year of university, Georgia burnt out. She wasn’t going out, she wasn’t going to her classes. She spent months in what felt like a fog. It wasn’t until her mother went to visit her that she got help. She took a year off of university before going back and changing from pre-law, to English. 

At 23 years of age, she was accepted into Cambridge for her post-graduate studies, intending to earn her Masters in Creative Writing. The move to England seemed to do wonders for Georgia and for the first time in her young life she felt free. She actually enjoyed what she was studying for once and enjoying her life. 

Creative Writing had become a sort of catharsis for Georgia and once she’d earned her Masters, she stayed in England, gaining employment in a publishing house as she worked on her writing. At first, she only published short stories and then at 28 years old, she sold her first manuscript - a horror novel by the name Blood on the Tree. From there she wrote two more novels, another horror Veronica Caine and a modern gothic, Quiet on the Lake. By this point she was becoming a rather common name in literary circles and a household name to boot. 

Success felt good for Georgia and that success extended into her personal life. She’d dated some over the years and just after the success of Quiet on the Lake, she met the man of her dreams. They fell in love quickly and only a year and a half after they got together, Georgia gave birth to a baby; Eden Rochester-Gaines. 

Despite her dark stories, Eden was the light of Georgia’s life and her next two novels were of a lighter fare but still of critical acclaim. Georgia and her partner began building a beautiful life together. She enjoyed being a parent and as they started trying for a second child, tragedy struck. Eden died. At four years old, her child was gone and Georgia’s world collapsed.

Depression struck once again and this time worse than before. Everything around her fell apart and she just didn’t have the energy to try and fix it anymore. The worst heartbreak came when her relationship eventually fell apart - people always say some relationships can’t survive losing a child and it seems hers couldn’t. After it was over, Georgia spent some time at home with her family; it felt like the only way to begin healing. 

She worked through her grief by writing another novel, her most personal to date; Hush Little Baby. It was no secret what the inspiration that book was about. She hesitated to have it published but her agent and friend thought it’d be good for her. She’s still unsure - she wants Eden’s father to read it first. 

It’s been two years now and though she’s still working through the grief, she’s slowly starting to come back to herself. Georgia doubts she’ll ever be over the death of her child but she is learning to live her life again.