#from point a to point b with speed ( freelance gofer. )

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“📔” talk about the big woof man, mare :)))

send “📔” to read an entry from my muse’s diary about your muse ( baron corbin @twotonesoffun )

DAY ONE,

           …. Sorry what? Can't hear you over this loudness in my ears that is unrelated to the music loudly playing in the bar. Oof. He's so tall, I feel so smaaaaaaaaaaall. Oooooh he has nice ink. I WANNA SEE. … not sure he'd let me see. 😔

       DAY, WHAT THIS?

             SCREAMING. HE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAS A MOTORCYCLE. IMMA DIIIIIIE. Oooh look. Skull patterns I can use on my Cricut. SKULLS AND FIRE. FADED PATTERN. FOR THE BACK OF HIS HELMET. Huh don't know if my arks will fit around hiiiiim.

DAY, I LOST TRACK.

          And today …. Is an odd day. I don't think odd is the right word. Unexpected maybe? He held his arm out and just kinda stood there, giving me a look like *little lady…* I almost forgot where my tripod was for my phone. Oh, context right? I did 45 pull-ups using his arm as the bar. Pretty sure all my followers on instagram will recognize the voice counting for me. He said tomorrow I can do planks on his back.

WE'RE STILL IN THAT LOST DAY PHASE.

                   The looooooook he had today. Must have been the fact that I left his whiskey and cigar waiting for him ten minutes before he walked in the door. He told me I won't be walking tomorrow, oop … guess I did a good thing?

…. What day is this again?

          Oh hi. I think it's been abooooout two? Three weeks since my last entry? Sorry. Heehee. Today was an adventure! I had my roller skates on and was holding his pinky. Every so often he'd swing his arm and send me ahead or would spin me and I'd go *wheeeeeee!*

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the starter you didn't ask for ( but are getting anyway XD // @dcmoniism * tribal chieftain. )

She had been up since four in the morning but with good reason, had to get the Rolls out of the garage so it could be taken to the car wash ànd be fully detailed. The maids service was also coming back today to clean the main house since they finished cleaning up the guest house late last night. And she had gotten up so early in order to strip the beds and wash the linens so that they were fresh when ‘ company ‘ arrived. Thankfully, a couple of her friends were coming over to keep an eye on the laundry for her and swap them over when it was necessary. At least they were also willing to help her out by making the beds for her because she had to go grocery shopping at least two different stores once the Rolls was finished being detailed. The pool was also in the middle of bring cleaned by the little robot vacuum that was moving along under the water, there was so much to get done today.

Spray down the lounge chairs, clean the cushions, clean the grill, clean the table umbrella — it was a lot sometimes for one person but she did her best. Explains why she was up so early though, having to move things out of the garage that she needed to use which included the power washer because that made it easier to clean the outdoor furniture. Especially since it was warmer out now, no way in the world — well, Roman would be very content to stay inside the house with her but she was also playing host to his entourage so they might want to hang by the pool when time allowed. She had just come back inside of the house after cleaning off the grill and was about to head into the laundry room when she heard the phone ringing – the landline that was connected to the main gate of the community, which meant that the guard was calling. With a tired sigh, Mary stepped into the kitchen and picked up. “Hello?”

“Miss Savarese, it's Edmund at the main gate – the chauffeur service is here to pick up the Rolls. The driver said he knows you haven’t had the chance to get it detailed but he'll take care of it for you. Shall I let him through?”

“Yes go right ahead, the keys are on the front tire like always.” She hung up after that and moved to enter the laundry room in order to swap the laundry into the dryer and start another one in the wash. 

— THAT AFTERNOON. —

She had just finished unloading all the groceries, her friends had made up all the beds in the main house and the guest house while she was gone. The chauffeur was waiting at the airport for Roman and his entourage to arrive, an SUV had also been rented for the rest to fit in. She was outside in the middle of powerwashing the lounger chairs and their cushions up against the fence that surrounded the pool. So that they'd dry in the sunlight, stopping only briefly to refill the washer and check her phone to see if she had missed any texts or calls.

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Vegas is Mob Country

( @dcmoniism * samoan mob boss. )

It's after midnight and completely dark in the hotel suite, a familiar arm is wrapped securely around her waist but she still has enough room to slide out if necessary. They don't come to the strip often, not with a sizeable home in Summerlin but at his persistent behesting? She really had no choice and had been told in a rather stern tone tò pack for at minimal two weeks. Mary knew why though, the house was — for lack of better words here — hosting quite a few important guests from out of town. The guest house was for any added security personnel, the big kahunas were staying in the main house. The main gate had been alerted to the fact that a maids service was going to be coming every three days and everyone had to vacate the property in order to let them do their jobs. 

The only rule she had? Other than anything you break, you replace — no smoking inside either house. They've got security cameras in every important room / hallway, even in the garage so there was nowhere to hide. Roman had agreed to make whomever broke that rule stay in a hotel next time they came to visit. It was important that they showed unity, because this lifestyle was nothing if you weren't not only a unified front but also loyal. Her father had been the boss of the crime family in Hartford, before her parents got divorced and her mom moved them to Miami. After her mom's death, Mary relocated to Vegas and put that life behind her.

Or so she thought because somehow in 2018, that life found her again but for a different family entirely. She had to cut ties with aĺl her clients then, because running errands for a Samoan crime family ( with it being understood that she does retrieve hard drugs, help them place illegal bets, nor get them ladies or men of the evening ) was a full-time job. If it wasn't tasks for the upper bosses than it was the wives, girlfriends, or the lower level guys ( and sometimes the lower level ones went with her because it could be a LOT. ) That's how she met Roman, he was one of the sons of the hierarchy bosses — him and his cousins were running things in parts of Florida, Georgia and California. Naturally they wanted to progress further and Vegas had always been mob country since the days of Bugsy Siegel.

Sliding out from under his arm, she's quiet as possible while sneaking into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Putting her hair up in a high ponytail after doing her business, at this hour people were either still gambling or stumbling into their rooms drunkenly. No one be in the gym downstairs, which meant she could go swim laps or walk on the stair machine for at least an hour without needing to worry. Stepping out of the bathroom suite, she made a small noise while looking at her nails. “Gotta make an appointment with the salon downstairs, these are looking so atrocious.” She muttered while walking towards the chest of dresser drawers to retrieve a workout set to put on. Being as quiet as she could be so she didn't wake him up.

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tag drop part two.

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@twotonesoffun - starter for baron.

currently playing loudly over everyone tryna talk.

Bars were always loud & full of idiots — why she even thought going out to one was even such a good idea ??? She'd question her sanity — and choice of seating — the rest of the week. Because several people kept bumping into her table while they stumbled their way to the bathrooms, every time her table made that jarring motion …. she SWORE that her beer was ready to tip over into her lap.

Or worse, her laptop that she had been painstakingly working through google spreadsheets for her business. Being self-employed meant the only person looking out for everything was yourself and you worked twice as hard as anyone that had a regular nine to five. Thankfully, after the second or third bump to the rickety table ?? She put the laptop back inside the black messenger bag on the swivel bar seat beside her. 

Normally, things like a table getting bumped wouldn't bother her but . . . it was happening way too frequently for it not to get on her last fucking nerve. Her beer glass had fallen over, spilling what remained all over her jeans — and the glass rolled onto the floor ( cracked it, not broken ). "Oh that is the last fucking straw! Jackass!" She had gotten up from her table immediately and grabbed the idiot who had bumped the table by the back of their pants. "I have had just about enough of every yahoo in here who can't watch their step bump directly into my table! You made me spill my beer because of your own blindness and made the glass crack!" Her grip was firm, heels digging into the floor to hold the guy in place while one of the bar staff rushed over to clean up the glass … and see about getting her another beer ( with a better table ).

"So, that should come out of your pocket — and maybe I should shove your inconsiderate ass under the table to keep it balanced." She huffed angrily before letting the guy go and picked up her messenger bag, following the staff member who led her to another ( and very stable ) table at the other side of the bar.

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》the reality of being a GOFER, spending 80% in your car running around and getting what your clients want. 15% on the phone ( sometimes ) with a store to make sure that item is in stock. 《

》 mary elizabeth savarese.

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( verse title: the freelance arena. )

verse tags: from point a to point b with speed ( freelance gofer. ), don't let the bright flashes blind you ( freelance photographer. ), calm the mind & stretch the body ( freelance yoga instructor. )

occupation: verse dependent.

Freelance Gofer. ( A gofer, go-fer or gopher /ˈɡoʊfər/ is an employee who specializes in the delivery of special items. Examples of these special items include a cup of coffee, a tailored suit, and a car. Gofer is a linguistic simplification of the two words go + for = gofor. Gofor reflects the likelihood of instructions to go for coffee, dry cleaning, or stamps, or to make other straightforward, familiar or unfamiliar procurement's. ) 

professional photographer ( this doesn't require an explanation. )

yoga instructor ( self explanatory. )

work schedule: monday to wednesday & friday, 10 am to 6 pm | thursday, saturday & sunday: days off

locations:

gofer - mesa, az // las vegas, nv // boston, mass // savannah, ga // atlanta, ga // los angeles, ca // miami, fl // west palm beach, fl // chicago, il // san diego, ca photographer - new york city, ny // chicago, il // charleston, sc // miami, fl // new orleans, la // savannah, ga // san antonio, tx yoga instructor - san francisco, ca // boulder, co // denver, co // boston, mass // portland, or // seattle, wa // austin, tx

important things:

gofer: refuses to acquire ladies/men of the night or drugs for any client, it's an immediate contract violation and services will be terminated. photographer: willing to travel for work but must be reimbursed for it ( or straight up paid extra expenses ) or she'll refuse. yoga instructor: does private lessons/sessions via zoom ( one or two people max ) & always outside ( weather permitting ). obviously, in person sessions are for larger groups ( unless travel expenses will be paid in advance ).

species: human

orientation: bisexual greyromantic

tattoos: ( added 07/21/2023 )

across her upper back. august 1984 ( gothic style font, down the side of her left leg. ) Infinity symbol wrapped around her right ankle with little sister written around the loops. right forearm, inside.

piercings: ( added 07/21/2023 )

three holes in both ears, and her right tragus.