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"The thing about doctors... is that we stick to the facts." It wasn't oblivious to her; he was gorgeous, one of the top lawyers at his firm, no doubt with a plethora of women at his beck and call. On the surface, she knew his type. He existed in the category of men that were equal parts serial daters and serial heartbreakers. "Unlike your profession, when I'm cutting someone open, I can't rely on anyone else to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing, but the truth. It's just me in there; no witnesses, no testimonies, just the human body, bare and exposed." He's leaning forward and she's bridging the gap, enjoying the close proximity the two of them are currently sharing. "There's no ploy, I'm just trusting my own instincts." Peyton confesses, head dipping to look up at him, daring him to lock in with her.

When he sits and the bartender delivers their drinks, her eyes scan out momentarily over the crowd. "Maybe if you were with the right person, lasting all night long wouldn't be so painful." She notes, before taking a sip from her wine glass. "I'd definitely consult your doctor if the problem persists." Stepping away from him then, she lifts her clutch from the bar and keeps hold of her glass. "I think I'll go do my bidding elsewhere. If you're not so tense later, you can save me a dance, all of this is supposed to be a pleasurable experience after all." The blonde teases, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for the drink, AP."

There was a tickle of thought in the back of his head that he had allowed her out of his grasp too easily. He was usually the one that felt out of reach to women, the one who made their head spin with his nonchalance. Was it particularly something he would be proud of? No. But it was the creeping feeling of commitment issues that would always get the best of him. "I'm begging you to spare me from Anisa's torment. I don't wanna know nothing about what my sister gets up to. And I'm sure the feelings mutual on her part. Unless she has a lot of great things to tell you about me. Then by all means."

A smirk settled onto his lips at her excuse of a photo op as he leaned an elbow onto the marble bar and slowly shifted forward towards her. "I've gotta let you in on a secret, Pey." One brow perked as if to increase the interest. "Everyone else is in white, too. This isn't some ploy, now, is it?" Flashing her a bright smile, AP fully pulled back then. To slide into the bar seat before her smoothly. "I've been known to endure many a painful situations. Just ask my doctor." With her request, the bartender was called over within seconds to produce her drink. "Also, depends on how you're enduring your bidding."

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SYDNEY SWEENEY

Via Instagram.

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"Tonight, you're my drinking buddy and for the sake of the party, my Valentine." Peyton nods, affirming that she would absolutely be catching up with her soon. Despite the nature of their professional relationship, Anisa had become one of her closest friends, a woman she admired not only for her brain, but for her badass attitude too. "Monday, you can go back to being my resident and I'll deny all accusations of flirting with Mr Tall, Dark and Torres over there." Peyton grinned, averting her gaze to the dancefloor where Andrés was currently mingling. It was only recently that she learned he was her boss's brother; a fact she was not aware of when she initially agreed to go out on a date with him, but something that made it all the more exciting now. "Oh, this old thing?" She quipped playfully, spinning around in her dress that was bought last minute. "To tell you the truth, I'd rather be in my scrubs tonight." Valentine's Day was the last thing she wanted to celebrate given her the state of her current affairs of the heart. "If I were you though, I'd take advantage of a night like this."

There wasn't particularly a lot of people that Anisa enjoyed being around for prolong periods of time. In fact, she could count on one hand and most days, her niece was the only one to be counted on that hand. But Peyton had grown on her. She was smart, witty, and beautiful. She also had the same drive and passion and in Anisa's eyes that was always a win. She smiled at the blonde, "Maybe, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun. This is a party just as much as it is anything else. We can go back to being all serious on Monday." There could be a chance she'd regret saying that, but right now she was going to go with it. "You going to catch up later, right?" She asked, "I can't be the only one drunk off my ass. Plus, the last thing I want is for you to be sober and remember you had to take care of your boss." At her confession, Anisa couldn't help but smile. "Is that right?" She questioned, her brow arching, "You know what? Hell yeah." She'd much rather it be Peyton then some man anyways. "Why thank you, beautiful. You clean up rather nice yourself outside of a pair of scrubs."

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For selfish reasons, Peyton envied Briggs' musician lifestyle. He was always energetic, bursting with talent and without fail, audiences loved him. "Pft, forget me. It's you who's the ultimate catch tonight." The blonde smiled, grateful for her friend's compliment nonetheless. "You could literally take your pick." Peyton smirked, noting all of the eyes in the crowd that were still on Briggs as they made their way to the bar. "Okay, let me rephrase. How hammered would you have to be to cover a Taylor Swift song for me?" It was no secret that she attended The Eras Tour both nights in Santa Clara. "Come on, you'd kill it. All I'm asking is for one acoustic cover of Anti-Hero. Or if you really want to impress me --- pick one from folklore. You get bonus points if you choose a fan favourite."

Briggs was nearing the end of all sets by now, but tonight was hands down one of the best nights of his life and that much was evident as he almost jumped down the stage clapping for his bandmates as he did so. His grin only widened at the sight of Peyton, a nice surprise that had turned into a friend fairly quickly. "We both better walk out of here with a date, actually!" He exclaimed as he hugged her tightly. "That dress probably has everyone doing double takes every time that they see you." Briggs said excitedly and then began leading her to the bar at her request. "I'll have whatever you're having, I can't even remember what I've been drinking all night."

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LEXIE GREY MASTER OF QUOTES  1/ ∞ 

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text 📲 li li 🚗

PEYTON: been working round the clock since sunday night. PEYTON: i'm safe, but very sleep deprived. you ok? PEYTON: p.s sorry for the radio silence. life's been a lil nuts lately. PEYTON: if you're free fri night, wanna grab dinner? :)

text 📲 doc sunny

LIAM: where you at?

LIAM: note that the only answers I’ll accept are at home or at the hospital.

LIAM: you know, safe places. LIAM: also note, i know when you lying. @peytonlennox

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SYDNEY SWEENEY FOR SAVAGE X FENTY

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closed starter: @andresxtorres location: soon after the blackout at scorpion.

As if her night wasn't horrific enough, the worst possible thing that could've happened, did. Peyton didn't know how to react or what to think; the normally cool, calm and collected surgeon was a mess, in almost every sense of the word. Only in the aftermath of the terror, finding her way through a corridor of Scorpion, blue eyes adjusting to the light, did she see him. "Andrés." Her voice is quiet, his name catching in her throat because she's not been able to stop crying. The image of Olivia, tied-up and worn out, fighting for her life was crystal clear in her mind. As a doctor, she felt beyond helpless because what the fuck could she do? It was her job to help people and yet, her friend was captured, alone, still missing. "C-can we get out of here?" Her hands immediately raise to cup his face, eyes studying his features in search of any injuries. "You're not hurt, are you?" Her thumb skims delicately over his cheekbone, his skin cool to touch. "Could you take me home with you? I... I don't want to be alone tonight."

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closed starter: @gigiferrari location: locked in at scorpion, post-blackout.

She only just started to sober up, opting against drinking for the rest of the night. It was the wisest decision to make after Bianca helped rescue her from her ordeal on the dancefloor. Gulping down several glasses of water with electrolyte powder, she instantly began to feel like herself again. Then, the blackout happened. The horrifying footage of Olivia was projected onto the walls of Scorpion, accompanied by a voice she didn't recognise. If this was her reaction, she couldn't even imagine how Maya must have felt. She'd seen her earlier, in passing, but didn't get a chance to speak with her. It was only when Peyton tried to leave that she realised the severity of the situation. "I'm a doctor, you have to let me out of this building!" The blonde argued, but to no avail. It was a lockdown. No one was getting in or out. "Fuck!" She cried, her emotions quickly running wild. "Gigi!" Her neighbour was busy making his way through the crowd when she spotted him. "They're not letting anybody out. I don't... I don't know what to do. What the fuck is going on?" She began to cry, all at once overwhelmed.

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Jacob Elordi + Sydney Sweeney | blooper reel | euphoria: season two.

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"Ramy!" His name escapes her throat in an exhilarated, excitable screech. In front of her is a man that personifies goodness; a man who helped save her father's life when it was touch-and-go. He's the very opposite of the loser that she's losing her mind over and once again, Ramy is coming to the rescue. She's not totally out of it, though. Or maybe it's just her who thinks that. "My V-Day groove?" The young doctor repeats, before pulling a funny face, sticking her tongue out in mock disgust. "Hell no." The last thing she wants to think about is this God awful day or what it's meant to represent, a day she was supposed to be spending with him. "Dance with me?" Peyton asks, beginning to bop along to the music, grateful that the next track is a little more upbeat. She reaches for Ramy's hand, swinging their arms together and holding on to him for a steadier balance. "How's your night going, anyway? Are you here with anyone?"

Listen, Ramy was all for getting shit-faced and making a fool of yourself -- hell, he'd done it more times than he could count, especially during those rare weeks where he had multiple days off and not enough to do. Better to take advantage of being young while you could, right? Only difference was, being a paramedic, he'd learned the difference between being drunk and being dangerous, and the second he spotted the familiar blonde nearing the end of a bottle on the basement-level of the Scorpions, alarm bells started going off. A bit tipsy himself, part of him just wanted to leave well-enough alone and let her have her night, but something told him that maybe -- just maybe -- he needed to check in. "Woah, woah -- slow down, pretty lady. Save some of that wine for the rest of the party, yeah?" The paramedic offered Peyton a friendly grin, resting a hand on her shoulder as if to notify her of his presence. "You havin' fun? The Weeknd getting you in your V-Day groove?"

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Swept away in a sauvignon haze, the blonde was unaware of nearly everyone else around her. Drifting in and out of memories past, trying not to lose herself to the horrors, Peyton was soon alerted to a voice. "Hm?" She stops swaying, blue eyes adjusting to see a gorgeous silhouette standing before her. "B?" Upon seeing her friend, clutching both of their purses, one hand on her arm to steady her, she tries to force a smile. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I actually need to pee." Peyton answers, hooking her arm into the brunette's and following her to the washroom. "Before you say anything, I'm okay. I just ---" Gently guiding Bianca into the toilet cubicle with her, Peyton begins to strip down. "Can you hold my dress up, please?" She asks, slipping her panties down over her thighs, attempting to squat over the pan. "I've worked a ninety-two hour week at the hospital and this is my first full weekend off in months. I did not intend on drinking this much."

Bianca had been on her way out. Two purses in hand and only one belonging to her. The other was held out towards the blonde who clearly had little sense of vision remaining. "Pey! I'm leaving, babe. Take your bag, I didn't wanna leave it in the booth." Despite raising her voice over the blaring music, she'd received no response. It was in that moment that Bianca raised a singular brow with the realization of how out of it Peyton was. In the sort of fashion she had never witnessed before. Not that she were judging. She knew far too well how easy it was to get swept up in the night. "P!" A second attempt to hold her attention as her hand went to wrap around the other's arm. "Will you come to the washroom with me?" The question an excuse to get her out of the crowd and somewhere quieter for a moment to freshen up.

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SYDNEY SWEENEY. via Instagram.

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In her head, she's trying not to think about how many times they could've had sex before now. How many times she might've already seen him naked if only things had turned out differently. If she's undressing him with her eyes, it's entirely his fault for having that complexion and wearing all white tonight. It stands out even more, contrasted against the gorgeous hue of his tanned skin and after hearing his cheesy compliment, she can't help but roll her eyes. "How original of you to go with the heart stopper. Remind me to ask Anisa if that's ever actually worked on any of her interns before."

The reality is, she has no intentions of actively trying to make any men jealous, especially not the crazed lunatic pilot that's been stalking her every move for the past six weeks. "I'm just here to do my grandmother's bidding." The blonde admits, setting her clutch down on the bar. "Speaking of which, how would you feel about a photo-op for The Ivy Lennox Foundation's website?" She asks, gaze firmly locked with his. "Not to state the obvious, but we do look like a match made in Heaven, don't you think?" Her own cheesy line is delivered with confidence, manicured fingertips smoothing over the sleek white material of his lapel. "Your tab, as in all night? You sure you can last that long, AP?" She laughs sweetly, but it's rooted in a teasing undertone. "I'll have a white wine spritzer."

Another drink had been direly needed. Ideally, he'd have preferred a bottle, though that would depend on how much cash he had on hand to slip to the bartender and how convincing he could be. But before he could dwell on that thought, a familiar voice interrupted him—one that always brought along a sense of longing. Had a client emergency not prevented him from meeting the beautiful blonde on the date he had worked so diligently for all those weeks ago.

Dark eyes sought out her gaze with an instant grin that grew against his lips. "Well, well, well, how many hearts have you had to resuscitate this evening, doctor? I'm still alive, but I may not be for much longer with you in that dress." A hand raised to his chest dramatically in show before it dropped to tuck into the pocket of his suit pants. With her words, a brow perked--that same brow that healed spectacularly. "I'll take that as a compliment, but watch out, keep it up and you'll make every guy in here jealous of me." His gaze flickered briefly to the bartender to catch their attention with a nod of his head, "anything she orders is on my tab for the night." Almost habitually spoken as he turned back to the woman. "Drink?"

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"Mhm, she has a keen eye for detail, y'know." Peyton commented, pouring the white wine evenly into two glasses. "She's been very into matching colours and making things symmetrical lately." Izzy was a pleasure to babysit; the little sister she never had, who was also a girl's girl and the cutest mini Swiftie on the planet. Noticing Nate glance down to his watch, she made a mental note not to overstay her welcome. He was a good guy, one whose intentions were pure and he was doing an amazing job at raising his daughter, all of which she had no choice but to respect. At the mention of friendship bracelets, Peyton nodded and led him into the living area. "We did, actually." On the coffee table, there was a matching Daddy and Daughter set. Nate's was blue and green and read Swiftie Dad while Izzy's was pink and purple and read Swiftie Daughter. "She wanted to stay up and show you them herself and I almost let her, but she was exhausted." The blonde confessed, taking a seat on the sofa. "We nearly ran out of string, so I promised that I'd make a Home Depot run to buy more."

"Yeah?" he smiled as he leaned against the worktop, listening as he unscrewed the cap from his water bottle - one he had taken from the fridge at work - downing the little that remained. Peyton was somebody he trusted around his daughter, someone he viewed as a little sister and so didn't have any issues with her wanting to extend her stay. Glancing towards his watch he shook his head lightly, knowing he wouldn't actually hit the hay for a few hours, "No you're good." despite not being a big drinker he didn't mind her pouring him a glass - one that would probably be wasted, still, he appreciated the sentiment. "What'd you guys make then? Did you make those..." he gestured to his wrist, as if trying to find the word, "Bracelet things she keeps asking about?"

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The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall