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[sub][b]Interacting with:[/b] The bae Elliot [@spooner][/sub][hr]
The rest of Aliana’s shift had gone by without so much as another hiccup. After that morning’s incident, she was very thankful that the world seemed to understand that she’d completed her quota of shitty events for the day, and that things had just gotten better. The promise of some much needed time alone with Elliot was enough to give her the boost of positive energy she needed to go through the motions with a smile, and it provided for a nice distraction in the moments she could daydream. El getting his own apartment was a step in the right direction. It meant that Ali would have a safe space when things got too much, and that they could make it their little love nest a few times a week. With this thought in mind, the redhead’s smile widened. No matter who or what tried to get in their way, there was no stopping the strong relationship they’d built.  

As soon as the clock marked seven, Aliana was clocking out and rushing out the door without a glance back. She quickly got into her Lancer and drove straight to El’s apartment, where she was excited to see that she’d been welcomed with a fancily-set table and an even fancier dinner being prepared by the spectacular cook that was Chef Elliot Horton. A few glasses of wine and a three course meal later, their clothes were flying off, and the morning’s misunderstandings were forgiven and forgotten in the heat of the moment between the sheets. 

The two lovebirds had been snuggling bed, laughing at nothing and everything, when Elliot’s phone chimed. He read the text aloud, which was about Lorenzo asking his his siblings to meet him at The Edge. Aliana watched with a smile as the wheels turned in Elliot’s brain, and the thought process that went to her boyfriend’s final decision of joining the rest of the older Hortons at the club. When El extended the invitation to her, Ali hesitated. She’d wanted to spend the rest of the night right where they were: chilling and snuggling in bed. Of course, El managed to convince her in the end, with the promise that she could spend the night with him. With one last round of cuddles and a kiss, Aliana left to get ready. 

The process of getting ready for a night out was not a long one when it came to Aliana Brady. A quick shower, spritzes of perfume, pulling on the first decent-looking dress she’d found in her closet, pairing it with some heeled combat boots, tying her hair back into a braid with a few loose strands for ‘decoration’, a super basic makeup look and DONE. The young woman was never one to care much about appearances, so it took her less than an hour to get herself looking how she wanted following the steps mentioned. Once satisfied with her look, she was once again out the door and driving to the club.

Upon entering the parking lot, she noticed Elliot’s car parked a little bit further away from the majority of the others. The trail of smoke coming from the front of it gave Ali the reason as to [i]why[/i] he’d chosen to park there, which only made her shake her head and smile. She quickly took the empty space beside his Ford Fiesta, and after giving herself one last once-over in the mirror, she exited the car, locking the doors behind her.

[color=crimson]“Hey there, handsome.”[/color] Ali said seductively, slowly walking directly into Elliot’s field of vision. She took a moment to provocatively model her [url=https://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/sophie-turner-workout-diet.jpeg]choice of outfit[/url] to him before closing the distance between them. [color=crimson]“What’s a stud like you doing here all by himself?”[/color] she asked him, taking the cigarette from his hand and taking a long drag from it, never once taking her green eyes off him.