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[briebarlow]

starter for: @mdwomn location: golden age

Her family may own the building, but there's a certain nervousness that plagues Brie each time she steps foot into Golden Age. Not because of the Family, but her metaphorical line in the sand -- Taking a job at the law firm that works directly with the MC sent a message, especially when there's been so much quiet push back going on between the two factions. Not to the mention, the friend she was meeting up for was directly related to the Head of the Family. It creates a confusing knot in her stomach. Thankfully, she isn't left alone for long -- Gigi finally joins her, after shutting down the kitchen, or whatever it is that the brunette does to finish things up at the restaurant. The most experience Brie had in the kitchen was walking through it to get the private rooms in the back. Giving her friend a skeptical look, she continues to sip her wine -- Mostly to dull the strange need to glance over her shoulder. "You seem... chipper." Brie gives her friend a once over, knowing it's a rarity for Gigi not complain about how a chef chopped onions, or something that feels equally mundane to Brie. "It's unsettling."

[briebarlow]

Brie can't help the smile that finds her features at the memory. It had been one of the blonde's more petty moments, but rules are rules. "We're nothing if not professional grudge holders." She notes, winking as she holds her drink up in a cheers. "We'll find you something dark green." She suggests instead, not willing to compromise on making the change. Especially not for one person. It was almost a game between them -- Making the other jump through hoops purely because they can. It's the basis of their entire friendship, at its core. It's unsurprising when Gigi reaches for Brie's drink, she's tipsy enough to not be fast enough to pull it back. Instead, she opts to simply call the other woman a bitch before pulling her drink back.

"I have to keep you humble somehow." Brie laughs lightly at her own joke, downing the last of her drink purely so Gigi can't try and steal any else. The blonde moves as her friend does, turning to lean against the counter and survey the crowd. "A few," Brie nods, opting not to mention that she'd been ogling a man across the room, only for him to turn around and have it be revealed that it was Gabe. "None of them have broken any bottles over each other's heads, so I'd we're off to a good start. For now."

gigi let out a small scoff, using it as a disguise for a brief chuckle. ' yeah, and we didn't talk for six whole months after that. you better make a black attire exception this year ', she teased, giving the other a playful nudge before taking the drink from brie's hand in between her sips. gigi took a generous sip before returning the cup to brie's c-shaped hand.

her emerald eyes roamed up and down the other person's outfit. ' right. ' she acknowledged with a slow nod of her head. ' god i love it when you talk dirty to me. ', gigi teased before leaning forward, trying to look deeper into the venue. ' any hot people in there, or should I just turn around and make my grand exit ? '

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          matthew bennett can count exactly on one hand how many times gigi has allowed him to cook for her so when the rare chance she agrees to it arises he jumps at it head first without any thought. he’s learned from minimum experience that having all of the stuff prepped for dinner before gigi’s arrival is a must if he doesn’t want to be micro managed so that’s what he’s doing when penny barks alerting him to gi’s presence. “ I hope you’re in the mood for chicken parm because that’s all I got. “ matty pauses his prepping to look up at her. “ They were out of panko bread crumbs though.” he teases fully knowing that he has some she made for him stocked up but wanting to see her infamous glare. 

[pvlshd]

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he is early. spots her from his spot, away from the reserved table, before he ashes the cigarette, glass in hand and makes his way back. “  hello — good to see you —ms galante, i’m louis. ”  lewis, he always says. he does the opposite of correct people when his name is read out loud, he wrongs them; the ones that think they know french, but from the backwater dumpster he is from ? he has always been louis — that is — lou-is. the ‘s’ is not fucking silent. “  i cannot say i’ve been familiar with your work, i was sent a reel just an hour ago, but i think i spotted you at vanity fair’s after party,  ”  and he never forgets a face.

[tiilmans]

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Having his next drink, Tilman was checking out the scene of the place around him. People were really letting loose, huh? He couldn’t be surprised. This was the place to be. Absolutely nothing else exciting would be happening tonight in this city.

He’s bringing the amber liquid past his lips and he sees someone familiar. For whatever reason, rather than just ignoring someone he dislikes, he decides to approach them. Perhaps he’s just looking for trouble. “They’ll let anyone into these things now, huh?”

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[briebarlow]

starter for: @mdwomn location: brunch

Yes, Brie had been avoiding Gigi. It's not uncommon for the two to go through bouts of no communication, but this hadn't been the aftermath of some petty fight or misunderstanding. If someone were to ask, it was her nose -- She'd spent the last two weeks working from home and icing her injury, grateful that the swelling and bruising had mostly healed by now. At least, enough to cover any other offending marks with makeup, so that she didn't have to hide behind sunglasses. No, the truth had nothing to do with her injury -- And everything to do with her ex, the one Gigi called a best friend. The blonde still wasn't entirely sure how to categorize that night. She hadn't been drunk or high or anything of the sort -- Just emotional, running on adrenaline and feelings she'd thought she'd buried deep. She could only assume Gigi knew what happened, that the sweats Gabe had let her borrow for her walk of shame the next morning were now hanging over her desk chair, taunting her.

She couldn't avoid the woman forever, unfortunately -- Which is why she finds herself sitting across from Gigi now. She's supposed to be looking over her brunch menu, but Brie hasn't read anything in front of her. All she's done is down two bottomless mimosas and silently try to read Gigi's mind. "I can't believe you made me come to a place that serves Margaritas at brunch." Brie speaks up, shaking her head. Thank god for her years of pageantry -- It's made her poker face unmatched, expertly hiding what she's actually feeling. "It's sacrilege."

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She scoffed softly. "Of course you do." The words came out in mumble as she rolled her eyes, shaking her head and keeping her back to the woman. Now, Nilay considered herself to be a rather open-hearted person. For as long as Richard and Jasmine have been in her life, they encouraged her to be kind. Sometimes, the lessons she learned from her old fosters would shine through brighter; But, most of the time, it was her parents' lessons that truly influenced her and how she lived her life. Or, tried to, at least.

But the Egyptologist held zero tolerance for bullies. And after spending her childhood being a doormat to her bullies, whether they'd been one of her more horrible foster parents or the older students in Cairo who'd been jealous that a fourteen year old sat in on their classes and were better than them, smarter than them, she refused to continued being so now. She may not have had the confidence as a child to do so; As an adult, however, she's gained a few tricks up her sleeve.

Her jaw clenched hearing Gigi's muttered words. They both knew that the Silk Road was a Michelin restaurant with some of the best in the world, and she was more than ready to remind her of that. Yet, after the customer in front of her got their order and she noticed that there weren't any other customers aside from herself and Gigi, another idea came to her. Sending a quick text to the Silk Road group chat (the one without the new executive chef, mind you), she looked right up and smiled warmly at the barista. First, she ordered hers and her family's drinks and treats. "And I'm going to need twenty of everything, ten of each drinks featuring dairy to be replaced with oat milk, and twenty of each treat, please. And how about you and everyone on your team add in anything you all personally want—would a thousand dollars do? You and your team can certainly keep the change; And this, as well. Please, take your time. And thank you all for all of your hard work—you deserved so much more." Opening her wallet, she took out five hundred dollar bills and placed them in the tip jar in front of the wide-eyed barista. The team quickly getting ready and motivated to complete this order. Looking back at Giovana, she feigned innocence. "Oh—I'm so sorry! I completely forgot you were behind me... You're not in a rush, are you?" Pursing her lips slightly, she shrugged ever-so 'apologetically'. "Oops."

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You would think that being new in town, one would try to make decent first impressions. That wasn’t the case with Gigi. She had always been unapologetically herself, ever since she started forming the strong personality she still has today. In most cases, it was a good thing, but for Gigi, there was a lot of bad blood shared in her lifetime. She had barely been in Blue Harbor for a week, and already things were being whispered about her, especially in the kitchen.

"Oh no," Gigi shrugged her shoulders. "I bully them over here too; I'd never reserve that just for Silk Road." Although she acknowledged her harsh tendencies, in reality, she rarely thought the way she acted was extreme. In her eyes, it was just reality and honesty. With the other’s back still to her, Gigi took the opportunity to roll her eyes. "I wouldn’t have to bully the staff if things were done right in the first place," she muttered under her breath.

[zoevaliente]

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𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘     holy water 𝗪𝗛𝗢         @zoevaliente

it had been a while since she last saw the other , but that’s just how it was. they would go months and even years without any form of communication and pick right where they left off when they saw each other again. it was exactly the type of friendship gigi cherished the most - a low maintenance one. ‘ hey. ’, gigi raised her eyebrows , greeting the other while taking a seat across from her. ‘ alright , let’s go. ’, she took a sip from the drink she had ordered before finding the other. ‘ hit me with the recap. ’

She let out a breath, trying to recapture the past few years in her mind for Gigi’s digestion.   ❛ Well, first I need a damn drink, ❜ she said, waving a hand at the bartender. ❛ Please, your driest martini with 3 olives, ❜ Zoé desperately requested. ❛ Gi. Where do I even begin? ❜ she grabbed the stemmed glass as soon it was put down and clinked her drink against her company’s. ❛ I’m officially a resident of Westerly, ❜ she told her. ❛ No more New York City studio, nada, ❜ it still shocked her to say. ❛ I can vote in local elections! Can you believe it? ❜

[briebarlow]

Genuinely, Brie is surprised to find herself in the company of Gigi tonight. She enjoyed having her there -- But Enzo Lombardi's daughter at an MC party was bound to cause a bit of... tension. Brie took a large sip of her drink to push the thought of tensions rising further out of her head. "I suppose so. I've done the same at my last Christmas party, I admire the commitment." She points out, knowing Gigi will recall the ordeal that was Brie having security escort out any guest not dressed in red or green at her last holiday party. "I'm a saint," She gives her friend an annoyed look, scoffing as she spoke. "Fucking obviously." Eyes roll, as she gives Gigi a once over. She looks incredible, of course. "You look stupid." Brie notes, sipping her drink.

she probably shouldn't have been there. but if there was one person who consistently defied societal ( or the mc ) norms, it was gigi. just as the commotion near the front door began to unfold, she swiftly made her entrance, sidestepping the impending chaos. gigi eventually found her place beside her blonde companion. she furrowed her eyebrows in response to the words exchanged but couldn't tear her gaze away from mitch. it wasn't the wisest decision to be at the forefront, particularly for someone who shouldn't of been there. ' a dress code is a dress code... ', the raven-haired girl nonchalantly remarked. gigi quirked an eyebrow and retorted, ' and what are you supposed to be ? '

[briebarlow]

Holding her drink up in a cheers, Brie gives Gigi a nod and sips her drink as well. The moment is quickly followed by an eye roll as the brunette continues, scoffing as titles are waved away. "I think I may be looking at her." She teases, giving Gigi a once over. Though it may have been meant as a joke, there's a hint of truth within it -- God knows Gigi and Brie have been victims of one another's short temper before, and certainly will be again eventually. "Deal." She nods in agreement, leaning forward on her elbows at the mention of gossip. For half a moment, she considers biting her tongue -- But, instead, she opts to bring up what's on her mind. And what may cause an argument between them. There's a pause as she takes a large sip of her drink. "I saw Gabriel the other day." Brie admits, knowing the man in question is a bit of grey area between the two. She lets the words hang in the air for a moment as she leans back into her seat. "And here I thought I got my family's business in the divorce." Brie adds, both knowing the reason he'd come to the Aubrey, and to Golden Age, had been to see the woman across from her.

her eyes twinkled with amusement as she took a sip from the drink the bartender had just placed in front of her moments ago. ' better ', she declared, nodding her head in agreement after her first taste. with another sip coursing through her system, she leaned back in her seat, lips pursing momentarily before a soft chuckle escaped her rosy lips.

' okay, okay, that's enough self-praise ', gigi remarked, waving her hand as if to brush the topic aside. ' save it for your next victim. ' she playfully extended her pinky finger toward her companion, a silent promise in the gesture. ' i'm not the chipper one, and you're not the glum one ', she affirmed. ' alright, blondie. who's on the gossip radar today ? '