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We're going to be closing this, and a couple of our other roleplays, for a variety of reasons. Largely this is due to real life issues cropping up for the GMs, but frankly this is the final nail in the coffin of inactivity. Thank you for the time you spent working alongside us, though!
We're going to be closing this, and a couple of our other roleplays, for a variety of reasons. Largely this is due to real life issues cropping up for the GMs, but frankly this is the final nail in the coffin of inactivity. Thank you for the time you spent working alongside us, though!
We're going to be closing this, and a couple of our other roleplays, for a variety of reasons. Largely this is due to real life issues cropping up for the GMs, but frankly this is the final nail in the coffin of inactivity. Thank you for the time you spent working alongside us, though!
Collab with @Lovely Complex
Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy
Featuring Kevin Harrison and Claire Gilmore.
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Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy
Featuring Kevin Harrison and Claire Gilmore.
During Shock N AWE San Jose...
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While the Battle of the Blondes segment was happening, Alice Kennedy, wife of the soon-to-be-famous Mordecai, was in one of the break rooms not paying attention to the screen but rather... reading Entertainment Weekly. Priorities. If she hadn’t started this article, she would be adamant on watching the fight, but her mind was distracted! There was so much juice in the world of the rich and the famous. Plus, her sister most definitely was recording the match and analyzing it to see how Ari, the Queen of the rebels, could improve herself against her competitors. That was not an issue for Alice since she was a valet, not a full time wrestler.
The only matches Alice felt inclined to pay attention to, when the matches were happening, were matches that involved the men Mordecai would go up against. Anything she could do to help her husband climb the ladder was truly all she cared about. While Ajax, or Mikey as she preferred calling him, took care of her sister, Alice would make sure her Hercules, her soulmate, her everything, Benjamin, kept fighting the great fight to make his mark in the AWE universe. His new act was pure gold and she was ecstatic to translate this fantasy into reality. Before they know it people would be wearing merchandise with his face and name on them! Hopefully made by Adriana Elliot (FC: Felice Fawn), the on road graphic designer, who was still flourishing with youth, like her, but also the best designer AWE has ever had. A dark beauty, who worked black just as well as the infamous Morgana did, but was a total animal behind the scenes. Alice would know, she got drunk with the girl on numerous occasions.
But for now… oh my god.
“Can you believe this, honey?!” Alice slapped the magazine on the table, revealing an article about Amity Bellerose, the princess of fashion, daughter of Maxwell Bellerose Sr., multi-billionaire high fashion designer and founder of Velvet Bellerose, VBR, a french multinational luxury goods and high fashion brand. Yet another article about America’s sweetheart, the triple threat idol, and her lover who went by the video game alias, Quantum Reach. “They’re saying that Amie continues to date this ‘nobody’ to rebel against her father. How long have they been dating, two yearish? Why can’t people let her live her life. She’s just a seventeen year old girl, who cares if her love doesn’t have a huge label. Oh! That reminds me, are we still going to see her live? I wouldn’t mind checking her music scene out.”
Here he was. At an actual AWE event, no longer toiling away in developmental. For three long years he’d worked his ass off but nothing had stuck; until he’d decided to try something completely different. Mordecai, the supernatural, mystical, cult of personality character had worked for him. Between that and the help of the newest coach down at the performance center, Kento Nakajima, who taught Benjamin how to make his in-ring work savage and stiff— ‘strong style’ —Benjamin had elevated himself into someone that had star potential.
Oh yeah, and a serious amount of self-discipline and gym obsession to give himself the ‘look,’ so that they’d actually give him a shot. Once a thin, wiry guy, Benjamin was ripped now. ‘You’re lookin’ real jacked, kid,’ Roddy (Yes, Roderick Quinn himself!) had said to him when they’d arrived earlier.
But, they were still backstage. Still not wrestling. Benjamin and his love, who had supported him through every second of the transformation into a star, were just sitting around backstage. It sucked. He hated it. Benjamin had been staring intently at the screen with his arms folded over his chest when Alice had spoke to him, and he looked over at her, with a blank look on his face before she gave him some context, before he started nodding. The secret to marriage? Just agree with her.
“Of course we can still go see her live. I got a raise when they brought me up, you know.”
Alice’s face had brightened with her childish grin. More money meant more spontaneous adventures when they weren’t living the life of a professional wrestler. Sure, it would be hard to find the free time, especially after they made their big debut, but when there was a will, there was a way! Alice absolutely needed to do more things with her life. The only way she could grow as an actress was if she experienced what the world has to offer.
Realizing her husband had other things on his mind, she closed the magazine and leaned closer to him, resting her hand on his, “Soon we’ll be on the big screen too!” She serenely gleamed at him. “Have you heard anything yet? If you want, I can annoy the writers for some answers.”
“No, nothing yet… I think Drayden getting hurt kinda ruined their long term plans. So most everyone is kinda up in the air now. I think sometime after this upcoming show, Sin City Showdown, we’ll all be able to get back into normality.” Benjamin explained as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t think you should bother them. If you make them too angry, then they might just fuck me over and give me like… a dancing gimmick. I don’t wanna go down that road again.”
“Okay, okay, if you say so honey bunches of oats.” Alice glanced up at her hero and nestled her face against his muscular physique. All her’s. “And hey, you’re not a bad dancer. I can get down with you all night long.” The platinum blonde teased, as she took in his intoxicating scent. Even after marriage, she was still obsessed with him.
“Dancing wrestlers don’t exactly make for super stars, you know.” Benjamin explained, as she snuggled up into him. Looking down at the smaller girl, Ben furrowed his eyebrows. “Hey, don’t we spend most nights up anyway? ...should probably stop doing that. I don’t wanna look like a zombie on my debut…”
Peeved since her advances flew over his head, AND that he wanted to limit their time together, Alice puckered her lips into a pout, squinting her green eyes up at him, making ‘that face’. Her face where she was trying to understand and be reasonable, but wanted to be selfish and keep him all to herself, “I guess sooooooo. If sleep is what you want, sleep is what you’ll get!”
Damn, he’d said the wrong thing. Silently, Benjamin demeaned himself for making such a rookie mistake, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the voice of a very familiar writer boy. “Speaking of your debut… it’s the week after Sin City Showdown so… two weeks. In good ol’ Boston, Massachusetts. You’re interfering with Ajax, who you’re going to be feuding with for… I think the next two big shows… Boston is generally pretty smarky so we’re DECENTLY sure they’re gonna pop for you — Heath swears up and down that the internet loves you, so enjoy that. It’s probably the muscles. I don’t know how you did that. Pretty sure you were like, skinny last time I saw you.” Kevin Harrison, AWE writing extraordinaire, took his arm away from his fiancee’s waist and poked Benjamin’s iron corded bicep muscle. “Unreal.”
“Hard work, and determination.” Was Benjamin’s only reply.
“Anyway. I figured it’d be easy for you guys to feud against someone you know so well, since the trust will already be there. But, anyway, you do your thing on the mic and make people believe you’re the antichrist or whatever it is your schtick is and sell t-shirts and you’ve got a long and storied career to look forward to.”
“And maybe as a treat, eat some hot cheetos with your wife and have a night out.” Claire added, having read the emotions on Alice’s face and assuming she wanted to be spoiled to some degree. On the first PPV, Claire had a surprise of her own for her love… hopefully all goes well and he doesn’t get too caught up in after party festivities. He’s a busy man and she missed him.
“Two weeks… this is great, love!” Hearing the news of the debut distracted Alice enough and now she was bouncing in her seat, “We need to make sure we’re ready. Work, work, work, and then play!” She grinned and gave Claire a wink when she said the word ‘play’.
Despite this talk about treats, and cheetos, and play, and work, Kevin was still focused on Benjamin’s physique. “When was the last time you had a carb, man? Eat a donut or something. You make the rest of us look lazy.” Kevin shook his head in disbelief and Benjamin shuffled his feet awkwardly.
“Uh… I’m sorry? Two weeks, huh? Against Ajax… I can work with that. I’ll have a promo ready to run by you guys before the pay-per-view —”
“Oh, uh, we only check certain people’s stuff. You have a greenlight. You don’t have to run anything by us, we trust you.” Kevin explained, and Benjamin’s eyes lit up excitedly. Freedom!? He’d had a degree of it in the developmental brand, but as far as he’d understood, there was only more restraints to come with joining the main touring crew… This was fantastic news, as far as he was concerned.
“That’s fantastic! Thanks. I guess we’ll go out and eat something now…” As Kevin opened his mouth, Benjamin cut him off. “Yes, something with carbs.”
“Good deal.”
“Oh yay! I’m famished.” Alice pounced up from her seat, grabbing the magazine with her.
Claire latched onto her fiance, leaning her head against his shoulder, “I can’t wait to see you two live.”
“You’re gonna look fantastic in HD.” Kevin muttered, before shaking his head and leading Claire off into the darkness to do more important things. Like… have sex in the locker room. Or his office. Or both.
“So, where do you wanna go? I’m thinking Italian food. I like Italian food. And I haven’t had it in like… a year. Almost a year and a half…” Benjamin asked, looking at Alice expectantly. Say Italian.
Rolling her eyes as she smirked, Alice grabbed his hand and interlocked her fingers with his, “Italian sounds delightful. I haven’t had it in ‘almost a year and a half’ too, you know, since I usually always eat with you.”
“I guess that’s undeniably true. Sorry, I had to get in shape… I think it helped me get moved up, don’t you? Plus you shouldn’t care that much. It got me all sexy and stuff.” Benjamin explained, pulling out his phone and dragging Alice along with him. “Let’s go find some delicious food and then later we can text your sister and her boy and let them know we’ll be feuding. That’s kinda cool, right?”
“You are sexy!” Alice’s cheeks flared in defense, “But I loved you even before you got the hot bod. I wasn’t trying to sound all whiny and complainy. I think by now you should assume I’d be happy to do anything with you, even change my diet so we can suffer together.” Hmpf. He was so serious sometimes. A lot of the times. “Yeah, that’s cool. I think that’s a great feud to start with. I’d love to share the ring with my sister.”
“I’m sorry, Ali. I’m just really nervous. So I’m getting all antsy and it’s making me turn off my carefree levels…” Ben frowned and gave his love a kiss on her lips, then nuzzled their noses together. “I love you. Sorry. Let’s go eattttt.”
The only matches Alice felt inclined to pay attention to, when the matches were happening, were matches that involved the men Mordecai would go up against. Anything she could do to help her husband climb the ladder was truly all she cared about. While Ajax, or Mikey as she preferred calling him, took care of her sister, Alice would make sure her Hercules, her soulmate, her everything, Benjamin, kept fighting the great fight to make his mark in the AWE universe. His new act was pure gold and she was ecstatic to translate this fantasy into reality. Before they know it people would be wearing merchandise with his face and name on them! Hopefully made by Adriana Elliot (FC: Felice Fawn), the on road graphic designer, who was still flourishing with youth, like her, but also the best designer AWE has ever had. A dark beauty, who worked black just as well as the infamous Morgana did, but was a total animal behind the scenes. Alice would know, she got drunk with the girl on numerous occasions.
But for now… oh my god.
“Can you believe this, honey?!” Alice slapped the magazine on the table, revealing an article about Amity Bellerose, the princess of fashion, daughter of Maxwell Bellerose Sr., multi-billionaire high fashion designer and founder of Velvet Bellerose, VBR, a french multinational luxury goods and high fashion brand. Yet another article about America’s sweetheart, the triple threat idol, and her lover who went by the video game alias, Quantum Reach. “They’re saying that Amie continues to date this ‘nobody’ to rebel against her father. How long have they been dating, two yearish? Why can’t people let her live her life. She’s just a seventeen year old girl, who cares if her love doesn’t have a huge label. Oh! That reminds me, are we still going to see her live? I wouldn’t mind checking her music scene out.”
Here he was. At an actual AWE event, no longer toiling away in developmental. For three long years he’d worked his ass off but nothing had stuck; until he’d decided to try something completely different. Mordecai, the supernatural, mystical, cult of personality character had worked for him. Between that and the help of the newest coach down at the performance center, Kento Nakajima, who taught Benjamin how to make his in-ring work savage and stiff— ‘strong style’ —Benjamin had elevated himself into someone that had star potential.
Oh yeah, and a serious amount of self-discipline and gym obsession to give himself the ‘look,’ so that they’d actually give him a shot. Once a thin, wiry guy, Benjamin was ripped now. ‘You’re lookin’ real jacked, kid,’ Roddy (Yes, Roderick Quinn himself!) had said to him when they’d arrived earlier.
But, they were still backstage. Still not wrestling. Benjamin and his love, who had supported him through every second of the transformation into a star, were just sitting around backstage. It sucked. He hated it. Benjamin had been staring intently at the screen with his arms folded over his chest when Alice had spoke to him, and he looked over at her, with a blank look on his face before she gave him some context, before he started nodding. The secret to marriage? Just agree with her.
“Of course we can still go see her live. I got a raise when they brought me up, you know.”
Alice’s face had brightened with her childish grin. More money meant more spontaneous adventures when they weren’t living the life of a professional wrestler. Sure, it would be hard to find the free time, especially after they made their big debut, but when there was a will, there was a way! Alice absolutely needed to do more things with her life. The only way she could grow as an actress was if she experienced what the world has to offer.
Realizing her husband had other things on his mind, she closed the magazine and leaned closer to him, resting her hand on his, “Soon we’ll be on the big screen too!” She serenely gleamed at him. “Have you heard anything yet? If you want, I can annoy the writers for some answers.”
“No, nothing yet… I think Drayden getting hurt kinda ruined their long term plans. So most everyone is kinda up in the air now. I think sometime after this upcoming show, Sin City Showdown, we’ll all be able to get back into normality.” Benjamin explained as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t think you should bother them. If you make them too angry, then they might just fuck me over and give me like… a dancing gimmick. I don’t wanna go down that road again.”
“Okay, okay, if you say so honey bunches of oats.” Alice glanced up at her hero and nestled her face against his muscular physique. All her’s. “And hey, you’re not a bad dancer. I can get down with you all night long.” The platinum blonde teased, as she took in his intoxicating scent. Even after marriage, she was still obsessed with him.
“Dancing wrestlers don’t exactly make for super stars, you know.” Benjamin explained, as she snuggled up into him. Looking down at the smaller girl, Ben furrowed his eyebrows. “Hey, don’t we spend most nights up anyway? ...should probably stop doing that. I don’t wanna look like a zombie on my debut…”
Peeved since her advances flew over his head, AND that he wanted to limit their time together, Alice puckered her lips into a pout, squinting her green eyes up at him, making ‘that face’. Her face where she was trying to understand and be reasonable, but wanted to be selfish and keep him all to herself, “I guess sooooooo. If sleep is what you want, sleep is what you’ll get!”
Damn, he’d said the wrong thing. Silently, Benjamin demeaned himself for making such a rookie mistake, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the voice of a very familiar writer boy. “Speaking of your debut… it’s the week after Sin City Showdown so… two weeks. In good ol’ Boston, Massachusetts. You’re interfering with Ajax, who you’re going to be feuding with for… I think the next two big shows… Boston is generally pretty smarky so we’re DECENTLY sure they’re gonna pop for you — Heath swears up and down that the internet loves you, so enjoy that. It’s probably the muscles. I don’t know how you did that. Pretty sure you were like, skinny last time I saw you.” Kevin Harrison, AWE writing extraordinaire, took his arm away from his fiancee’s waist and poked Benjamin’s iron corded bicep muscle. “Unreal.”
“Hard work, and determination.” Was Benjamin’s only reply.
“Anyway. I figured it’d be easy for you guys to feud against someone you know so well, since the trust will already be there. But, anyway, you do your thing on the mic and make people believe you’re the antichrist or whatever it is your schtick is and sell t-shirts and you’ve got a long and storied career to look forward to.”
“And maybe as a treat, eat some hot cheetos with your wife and have a night out.” Claire added, having read the emotions on Alice’s face and assuming she wanted to be spoiled to some degree. On the first PPV, Claire had a surprise of her own for her love… hopefully all goes well and he doesn’t get too caught up in after party festivities. He’s a busy man and she missed him.
“Two weeks… this is great, love!” Hearing the news of the debut distracted Alice enough and now she was bouncing in her seat, “We need to make sure we’re ready. Work, work, work, and then play!” She grinned and gave Claire a wink when she said the word ‘play’.
Despite this talk about treats, and cheetos, and play, and work, Kevin was still focused on Benjamin’s physique. “When was the last time you had a carb, man? Eat a donut or something. You make the rest of us look lazy.” Kevin shook his head in disbelief and Benjamin shuffled his feet awkwardly.
“Uh… I’m sorry? Two weeks, huh? Against Ajax… I can work with that. I’ll have a promo ready to run by you guys before the pay-per-view —”
“Oh, uh, we only check certain people’s stuff. You have a greenlight. You don’t have to run anything by us, we trust you.” Kevin explained, and Benjamin’s eyes lit up excitedly. Freedom!? He’d had a degree of it in the developmental brand, but as far as he’d understood, there was only more restraints to come with joining the main touring crew… This was fantastic news, as far as he was concerned.
“That’s fantastic! Thanks. I guess we’ll go out and eat something now…” As Kevin opened his mouth, Benjamin cut him off. “Yes, something with carbs.”
“Good deal.”
“Oh yay! I’m famished.” Alice pounced up from her seat, grabbing the magazine with her.
Claire latched onto her fiance, leaning her head against his shoulder, “I can’t wait to see you two live.”
“You’re gonna look fantastic in HD.” Kevin muttered, before shaking his head and leading Claire off into the darkness to do more important things. Like… have sex in the locker room. Or his office. Or both.
“So, where do you wanna go? I’m thinking Italian food. I like Italian food. And I haven’t had it in like… a year. Almost a year and a half…” Benjamin asked, looking at Alice expectantly. Say Italian.
Rolling her eyes as she smirked, Alice grabbed his hand and interlocked her fingers with his, “Italian sounds delightful. I haven’t had it in ‘almost a year and a half’ too, you know, since I usually always eat with you.”
“I guess that’s undeniably true. Sorry, I had to get in shape… I think it helped me get moved up, don’t you? Plus you shouldn’t care that much. It got me all sexy and stuff.” Benjamin explained, pulling out his phone and dragging Alice along with him. “Let’s go find some delicious food and then later we can text your sister and her boy and let them know we’ll be feuding. That’s kinda cool, right?”
“You are sexy!” Alice’s cheeks flared in defense, “But I loved you even before you got the hot bod. I wasn’t trying to sound all whiny and complainy. I think by now you should assume I’d be happy to do anything with you, even change my diet so we can suffer together.” Hmpf. He was so serious sometimes. A lot of the times. “Yeah, that’s cool. I think that’s a great feud to start with. I’d love to share the ring with my sister.”
“I’m sorry, Ali. I’m just really nervous. So I’m getting all antsy and it’s making me turn off my carefree levels…” Ben frowned and gave his love a kiss on her lips, then nuzzled their noses together. “I love you. Sorry. Let’s go eattttt.”
hey it's not gonna close unless i say so, just saying. On record, @Silver Carrot and Brutal (whose user name i dont remember) are officially recognized as gms for this RP. Sorry it's been moving slowly, we got busy.
That being said, @LHudson you are certainly welcome to join still. If anyone wants the discord, let me know and I'll pm you the sharing link (or someone else can).
That being said, @LHudson you are certainly welcome to join still. If anyone wants the discord, let me know and I'll pm you the sharing link (or someone else can).
Now, for ten weeks, Ty might not get to hang out with his besties, and for ten long weeks, Ty might be mostly sexless, for ten long weeks he wouldn’t see his beautiful daughters, and maybe he’d have to spend ten long weeks making sure Melody didn’t riggity wreck herself… BUT, for ten wonderful weeks, he’d get to experience the wonderful scenery and even venture into the great wide open, for ten wonderful weeks he’d enjoy the companionship of the people around him, and for ten long weeks he’d chill out and eat Bugles.
See, Bartimaeus Locke, Head Ace of Spades, the heart and soul of the Elite, and the kid who turned his life around and found it in him to forgive Isabel for slashing his fucking tires and smashing the goddamn windshield, had the foresight to pack snacks. Ten weeks worth of snacks. Due to a common use of weed, Ty often had the munchies. This meant he needed a lot of snacks. And a lot of space for snacks. No, Melody, you don’t need fourteen pairs of shoes, twenty six summer dresses, and twelve different bikinis. YES I DO. Bitch, I need snack space. Look, I gotta store my snacks and you’re gonna eat ‘em anyway! HOW OFTEN ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO WEAR THOSE SHOES?!
It had been a long fought battle, but eventually, Melody had yielded. And so, the closet in the King of Spades cabin in Aces High was Ty’s snack haven, with a few of Melody’s favorite noms added for good measure. They’d been here, like, what? Three hours? Once the kids had arrived, and started wandering about, Ty had decided that he was most needed at the cabin, where he would spend his nights. He was hungry!
He’d just started tearing into a bag of delicious, delectable, unexplainably tasty ranch Bugles before his radio had rung. First, it was Kylie, screaming about coming or something (and Belle had made a hilarious quip about how Troy worked fast — go Belle, you rock), then Troy! Which was a surprise, because Ty had honestly assumed that Troy would spend the entire trip with the radio shut off so he didn’t have to interact with anyone. This was a pleasant surprise! So, when Troy had said that he wanted Ty to run him over some flowers, Ty had been happy to oblige.
Now nearly to the triad of Clubs cabins, Ty spoke on the radio again. In a drawn out tone, akin to that of the stereotypical airplane pilot, Ty spoke into the walkie-talkie, “This is, uh, LT Nighthawk. I’m, uh, closing in your position, Red Dragon. I have the care, uh, package en route. Over.”
The response was quick and just as annoyed and furious as Ty expected. “I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!”
As he continued his stroll, Ty was laughing, but composed himself before replying. “What’s that Red Dragon? You’re, uh, breaking up. Think the connection might be, uh, damaged. Over.”
“I’m gonna ram my fist into your stomach and break your goddamn spine!”
“You’re still, uh, cutting out, Red Dragon. Try saying over when you’re done talking. Over.”
“I FUCKING HATE YOU! OVER!”
“Rodger dodger, ten-four on that, Red Dragon. We are, uh, receiving you loud and clear now. I’ve, uh, got sight on the target. Think I see a few, uh, bogeys, en route to your position. One, uh, appears to be carrying a box. May be a bomb, may be some, uh, donuts. I’ll intercept. Night Hawk over and out. Over.”
Meanwhile, in his own cabin, with Jude still awkwardly sitting on the bed, Troy had shut off the radio and was now furiously kicking the hanging bag. Good idea, Troy. Hit the bag so you don’t hit the Ty.
Now, back to the good part: Bartimaeus Locke, LT Nighthawk.
Ty was losing his fucking shit laughing as he headed up the trail toward the Clubs cabins, with his pack on his back and the walkie-talkie now strapped firmly back to his belt. The whole call sign thing was the greatest idea he’d ever had, he decided. Whether or not Ash liked the walkie-talkies, they were coming home with him. Now, though, Ty slightly adjusted his trajectory and headed toward the girl with the donut bomb, or (hopefully) the bomb donuts. Could go either way.
Evangeline did not have enough hands or coordination for all of the things she was trying to carry. Precariously balancing a box of donuts waitress style on her right hand and pulling her suitcase behind her with her left hand proved to be a particularly arduous journey on the unstable “path”. Said path was riddled with tree roots and critter holes, plenty of places to lose your footing and lamentably drop an entire box of sweet sugary goodness, if your weren’t careful.
Taking a moment to look up from her calculated footsteps, Eva noticed that she wasn’t alone on the trail to her cabin. A brown-haired, blue-eyed male was approaching her with quite a determined look in his eye. He wasn’t wearing a counselor shirt, so she assumed that he was just a fellow camper. The punkish girl smiled in greeting after blowing a pesky strand of light blonde hair out of her eyes. “Hi there! I’m Eva - are you in clubs too?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah, sure whatever. Yo, lemme get those donuts for you, ya look like you’re gonna drop ‘em all over the gotdamn place and then ain’t nobody gonna enjoy a donut, goddammit. Wait, ain’t I got the shirt on? Yeah, dude. It says Ace o Spades. You know how it go, man,” As he spoke, Ty reached out and obtained the box of donuts, taking it from its perilous position in her arms, and into the safer, more secure, more stable position of his arms. “If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man, you win some lose some it’s all a game to me! Something, something, something the only card I need is the Ace of Spades! Nobody can understand what that man was singin’. It’s all good, though, yo. I’m the counselor for the King of Spades. yo. Where you at?”
Eva laughed at his rendition of the song, he was charming. “Yes, I am familiar with Motorhead.” With the box out of her hands, she was able to walk with ease. “Thanks for taking that, by the way. You can eat one! I was tempted to eliminate them myself before even reaching the cabin.” She laughed again, but it was obvious that it wasn’t just a joke. The girl could easily put down half a dozen without blinking… she’d just feel guilty about it afterwards.
“Oh, you’re a counselor! I’m in clubs. Queens, I think. Do you know my counselors well? Any juicy dirt to share?” Eva smirked up at him. This wasn’t her first time at a summer camp, there were always funny, embarrassing stories that spread around about the counselors. That was half the fun of staying in such close quarters with people for weeks on end, you really go to know them. Really. Even more than you might want to in some cases.
“Queens, huh? Queeeeennnsss? Of Clubs? Ain’t no dirt to share, really. Jayce is a farmboy, or at least he used to be, not so much no more, and Remy works with me at a pizzeria, Captain Cuddles’s Pizzeria named after what one of my girlfriends calls me, that’s Captain Cuddles. You, yo, you can call me LT Nighthawk. Or, Ty. Name’s Bartimaeus, but I don’t think anyone calls me that… So, it’s Ty, dig? I know all the counselors pretty well, though, we’re tight. I’m the glue of the foundation that is the homies.” While speaking, Ty popped open the box of donuts and perused the wares. “I got a suggestion. You and I eat all these donuts before Troy sees them, dig?”
“Hmm… a tempting proposition. But I planned on using them as a dirty tactic to win friends early on. I’m resourceful.” Eva beamed another friendly grin, proving that she really didn’t need the extra help in being social. That being said, everyone likes donuts, so having them certainly didn’t hinder her goals. “Who’s Troy? Is he cute? … maybe I want him to get one.”
Hmm, Ty had to make a decision here. Did he want Troy to get it in with the kid? Sure, fuck it. “Troy is probably the most conventionally attractive person here? ‘Cept for maybe Connor, but definitely in the Spades and the Clubs cabins. He’s jacked and he’s open to having sex. He’s got a charming smile and a bit of a rough personality but if you can dig past that, you’ll love him — always happens. Just checking, but you’re of age, yeah? Just wanna make sure I’m not encouraging statutory rape.”
The petite blonde raised an intrigued eyebrow when Ty described both Troy and some other dude as more attractive than even himself. Did he not realize that he was more than just “conventionally attractive”. Either he was mocking her curiosity, or he was telling the truth. And if he was telling the truth, then damn, Eva was in for one helluva summer. Instead of directly answering his question, Eva teased Ty. “Well, you speak so highly of him... You sure you aren’t looking to bang him? Wouldn’t want to step on any toes,” she said in a lighthearted tone.
“Trust me, I only speak so highly of him cuz it’s true, yo. Troy’s hot, dude. Iron corded muscles, bad boy look full force, all that good stuff. I ain’t wanna fuck him, but he’s the best man I ever met, so I put in the good word for him cuz if I don’t, who will? Trust me, Troy owns and you should go for it if you get the chance. Trust.” Ty said, and shot a wink her way after he spoke his words, then smiled, before selecting his donut: one that happened to be covered in fruity pebbles.
The wink threw her a little bit more than expected, and there was a moment of silence. She didn’t blush or go wide-eyed like most shy folks would, but this was the Evangeline equivalent. “Noted, thanks for the tip.” Out of the corner of her eye, Eva observed the selection Ty made of the treats. You could tell a lot about a person based on what donut they pick! At least, it was fun to pretend you could. Fruity pebbles seemed perfectly fitting of Ty’s personality, at least what she had experienced of it thus far. Colorful and sweet.
“Good.” she said with a quick nod at his choice and then promptly took the box back. They had arrived at her destination now, so she didn’t need the extra help. She didn’t really need it in the first place, but it was still a kind gesture - albeit most likely a selfish one on Ty’s part, as he took a donut tax upon carrying them. “Thanks for walking with me, and chatting.” Eva smiled warmly as she stood in front of the door to the Queen of Clubs cabin.
As she prepared to walk away from him, Ty stared longingly at the girl — and her donuts, but Ty was pretty good at keeping his eyes on the prize, in this case, he held eye contact with the younger woman. “Awww, babe. Should give me another donut to remember you by! Who knows when we’ll hook up next!?” The charming smile flew back onto his lips, replacing the pout that had grown on his face while he was staring at her. And then, another wink. It’d worked well before, and Ty was able to pick up on things like that pretty easily.
That little, handsome devil. Eva’s lips turned up in a smirk, betraying that she would probably be unable to refuse him. “I don’t know, from what you’ve told me it sounds like I’ve got plenty of friends to make with these.” When he winked again, Evangeline rolled her eyes playfully and caved. “Fiiine,” she said, opening the box to him again, trying to predict his next choice.
Winning, dude. Since day one. Never lose a battle. Utilize that charm. Take advantage of everyone with food. Never miss a chance to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom. This right here? This was a chance to eat. Ty looked up and down the donuts carefully, before selecting a plain glazed donut. “Much love, thanks. I gotta go deliver a care package to Troy now. Think of me. Or don’t. Hopefully, do, and save more snacks. I’ll see ya around, remember. I’ll be the guy in the various dope t-shirts and not the boring ‘this is what suit I’m in’ t-shirt.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything less. See you around, LT Nighthawk.” Eva said before shouldering the door to her cabin open and stepping inside. So far, it seemed like she’d made a pretty good choice in selecting this summer’s activities. She looked forward to meeting her roommates and other counselors. Remembering how she read that a lot of the counselors were from LA — where she would be attending school in the fall — she wondered if Ty was among them. Eva hoped he was.
See, Bartimaeus Locke, Head Ace of Spades, the heart and soul of the Elite, and the kid who turned his life around and found it in him to forgive Isabel for slashing his fucking tires and smashing the goddamn windshield, had the foresight to pack snacks. Ten weeks worth of snacks. Due to a common use of weed, Ty often had the munchies. This meant he needed a lot of snacks. And a lot of space for snacks. No, Melody, you don’t need fourteen pairs of shoes, twenty six summer dresses, and twelve different bikinis. YES I DO. Bitch, I need snack space. Look, I gotta store my snacks and you’re gonna eat ‘em anyway! HOW OFTEN ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO WEAR THOSE SHOES?!
It had been a long fought battle, but eventually, Melody had yielded. And so, the closet in the King of Spades cabin in Aces High was Ty’s snack haven, with a few of Melody’s favorite noms added for good measure. They’d been here, like, what? Three hours? Once the kids had arrived, and started wandering about, Ty had decided that he was most needed at the cabin, where he would spend his nights. He was hungry!
He’d just started tearing into a bag of delicious, delectable, unexplainably tasty ranch Bugles before his radio had rung. First, it was Kylie, screaming about coming or something (and Belle had made a hilarious quip about how Troy worked fast — go Belle, you rock), then Troy! Which was a surprise, because Ty had honestly assumed that Troy would spend the entire trip with the radio shut off so he didn’t have to interact with anyone. This was a pleasant surprise! So, when Troy had said that he wanted Ty to run him over some flowers, Ty had been happy to oblige.
Now nearly to the triad of Clubs cabins, Ty spoke on the radio again. In a drawn out tone, akin to that of the stereotypical airplane pilot, Ty spoke into the walkie-talkie, “This is, uh, LT Nighthawk. I’m, uh, closing in your position, Red Dragon. I have the care, uh, package en route. Over.”
The response was quick and just as annoyed and furious as Ty expected. “I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!”
As he continued his stroll, Ty was laughing, but composed himself before replying. “What’s that Red Dragon? You’re, uh, breaking up. Think the connection might be, uh, damaged. Over.”
“I’m gonna ram my fist into your stomach and break your goddamn spine!”
“You’re still, uh, cutting out, Red Dragon. Try saying over when you’re done talking. Over.”
“I FUCKING HATE YOU! OVER!”
“Rodger dodger, ten-four on that, Red Dragon. We are, uh, receiving you loud and clear now. I’ve, uh, got sight on the target. Think I see a few, uh, bogeys, en route to your position. One, uh, appears to be carrying a box. May be a bomb, may be some, uh, donuts. I’ll intercept. Night Hawk over and out. Over.”
Meanwhile, in his own cabin, with Jude still awkwardly sitting on the bed, Troy had shut off the radio and was now furiously kicking the hanging bag. Good idea, Troy. Hit the bag so you don’t hit the Ty.
Now, back to the good part: Bartimaeus Locke, LT Nighthawk.
Ty was losing his fucking shit laughing as he headed up the trail toward the Clubs cabins, with his pack on his back and the walkie-talkie now strapped firmly back to his belt. The whole call sign thing was the greatest idea he’d ever had, he decided. Whether or not Ash liked the walkie-talkies, they were coming home with him. Now, though, Ty slightly adjusted his trajectory and headed toward the girl with the donut bomb, or (hopefully) the bomb donuts. Could go either way.
Evangeline did not have enough hands or coordination for all of the things she was trying to carry. Precariously balancing a box of donuts waitress style on her right hand and pulling her suitcase behind her with her left hand proved to be a particularly arduous journey on the unstable “path”. Said path was riddled with tree roots and critter holes, plenty of places to lose your footing and lamentably drop an entire box of sweet sugary goodness, if your weren’t careful.
Taking a moment to look up from her calculated footsteps, Eva noticed that she wasn’t alone on the trail to her cabin. A brown-haired, blue-eyed male was approaching her with quite a determined look in his eye. He wasn’t wearing a counselor shirt, so she assumed that he was just a fellow camper. The punkish girl smiled in greeting after blowing a pesky strand of light blonde hair out of her eyes. “Hi there! I’m Eva - are you in clubs too?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah, sure whatever. Yo, lemme get those donuts for you, ya look like you’re gonna drop ‘em all over the gotdamn place and then ain’t nobody gonna enjoy a donut, goddammit. Wait, ain’t I got the shirt on? Yeah, dude. It says Ace o Spades. You know how it go, man,” As he spoke, Ty reached out and obtained the box of donuts, taking it from its perilous position in her arms, and into the safer, more secure, more stable position of his arms. “If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man, you win some lose some it’s all a game to me! Something, something, something the only card I need is the Ace of Spades! Nobody can understand what that man was singin’. It’s all good, though, yo. I’m the counselor for the King of Spades. yo. Where you at?”
Eva laughed at his rendition of the song, he was charming. “Yes, I am familiar with Motorhead.” With the box out of her hands, she was able to walk with ease. “Thanks for taking that, by the way. You can eat one! I was tempted to eliminate them myself before even reaching the cabin.” She laughed again, but it was obvious that it wasn’t just a joke. The girl could easily put down half a dozen without blinking… she’d just feel guilty about it afterwards.
“Oh, you’re a counselor! I’m in clubs. Queens, I think. Do you know my counselors well? Any juicy dirt to share?” Eva smirked up at him. This wasn’t her first time at a summer camp, there were always funny, embarrassing stories that spread around about the counselors. That was half the fun of staying in such close quarters with people for weeks on end, you really go to know them. Really. Even more than you might want to in some cases.
“Queens, huh? Queeeeennnsss? Of Clubs? Ain’t no dirt to share, really. Jayce is a farmboy, or at least he used to be, not so much no more, and Remy works with me at a pizzeria, Captain Cuddles’s Pizzeria named after what one of my girlfriends calls me, that’s Captain Cuddles. You, yo, you can call me LT Nighthawk. Or, Ty. Name’s Bartimaeus, but I don’t think anyone calls me that… So, it’s Ty, dig? I know all the counselors pretty well, though, we’re tight. I’m the glue of the foundation that is the homies.” While speaking, Ty popped open the box of donuts and perused the wares. “I got a suggestion. You and I eat all these donuts before Troy sees them, dig?”
“Hmm… a tempting proposition. But I planned on using them as a dirty tactic to win friends early on. I’m resourceful.” Eva beamed another friendly grin, proving that she really didn’t need the extra help in being social. That being said, everyone likes donuts, so having them certainly didn’t hinder her goals. “Who’s Troy? Is he cute? … maybe I want him to get one.”
Hmm, Ty had to make a decision here. Did he want Troy to get it in with the kid? Sure, fuck it. “Troy is probably the most conventionally attractive person here? ‘Cept for maybe Connor, but definitely in the Spades and the Clubs cabins. He’s jacked and he’s open to having sex. He’s got a charming smile and a bit of a rough personality but if you can dig past that, you’ll love him — always happens. Just checking, but you’re of age, yeah? Just wanna make sure I’m not encouraging statutory rape.”
The petite blonde raised an intrigued eyebrow when Ty described both Troy and some other dude as more attractive than even himself. Did he not realize that he was more than just “conventionally attractive”. Either he was mocking her curiosity, or he was telling the truth. And if he was telling the truth, then damn, Eva was in for one helluva summer. Instead of directly answering his question, Eva teased Ty. “Well, you speak so highly of him... You sure you aren’t looking to bang him? Wouldn’t want to step on any toes,” she said in a lighthearted tone.
“Trust me, I only speak so highly of him cuz it’s true, yo. Troy’s hot, dude. Iron corded muscles, bad boy look full force, all that good stuff. I ain’t wanna fuck him, but he’s the best man I ever met, so I put in the good word for him cuz if I don’t, who will? Trust me, Troy owns and you should go for it if you get the chance. Trust.” Ty said, and shot a wink her way after he spoke his words, then smiled, before selecting his donut: one that happened to be covered in fruity pebbles.
The wink threw her a little bit more than expected, and there was a moment of silence. She didn’t blush or go wide-eyed like most shy folks would, but this was the Evangeline equivalent. “Noted, thanks for the tip.” Out of the corner of her eye, Eva observed the selection Ty made of the treats. You could tell a lot about a person based on what donut they pick! At least, it was fun to pretend you could. Fruity pebbles seemed perfectly fitting of Ty’s personality, at least what she had experienced of it thus far. Colorful and sweet.
“Good.” she said with a quick nod at his choice and then promptly took the box back. They had arrived at her destination now, so she didn’t need the extra help. She didn’t really need it in the first place, but it was still a kind gesture - albeit most likely a selfish one on Ty’s part, as he took a donut tax upon carrying them. “Thanks for walking with me, and chatting.” Eva smiled warmly as she stood in front of the door to the Queen of Clubs cabin.
As she prepared to walk away from him, Ty stared longingly at the girl — and her donuts, but Ty was pretty good at keeping his eyes on the prize, in this case, he held eye contact with the younger woman. “Awww, babe. Should give me another donut to remember you by! Who knows when we’ll hook up next!?” The charming smile flew back onto his lips, replacing the pout that had grown on his face while he was staring at her. And then, another wink. It’d worked well before, and Ty was able to pick up on things like that pretty easily.
That little, handsome devil. Eva’s lips turned up in a smirk, betraying that she would probably be unable to refuse him. “I don’t know, from what you’ve told me it sounds like I’ve got plenty of friends to make with these.” When he winked again, Evangeline rolled her eyes playfully and caved. “Fiiine,” she said, opening the box to him again, trying to predict his next choice.
Winning, dude. Since day one. Never lose a battle. Utilize that charm. Take advantage of everyone with food. Never miss a chance to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom. This right here? This was a chance to eat. Ty looked up and down the donuts carefully, before selecting a plain glazed donut. “Much love, thanks. I gotta go deliver a care package to Troy now. Think of me. Or don’t. Hopefully, do, and save more snacks. I’ll see ya around, remember. I’ll be the guy in the various dope t-shirts and not the boring ‘this is what suit I’m in’ t-shirt.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything less. See you around, LT Nighthawk.” Eva said before shouldering the door to her cabin open and stepping inside. So far, it seemed like she’d made a pretty good choice in selecting this summer’s activities. She looked forward to meeting her roommates and other counselors. Remembering how she read that a lot of the counselors were from LA — where she would be attending school in the fall — she wondered if Ty was among them. Eva hoped he was.
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Shock N AWE, Sacramento. After Segment 3, during Match 5...
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Following his sister, in a fast paced manner (she was booking it hella’ fast), who wasn’t heading back inside, unusual for Joy, Chance patiently asked, “Where you going? The main event is ‘bout to start.” Stressing his concern with his mellow toned voice, Chance kept his camera on his shoulder, never taking his eyes off her. He didn’t need his twin sense to know she was upset. Her actions spoke loudly, and only an idiot would fail to notice that Joy wasn’t her usual chipper self. Also, she always watched the entire show, but now she was heading outside. For what? He didn’t know.
Once she reached the exit door, Joy turned to look at her twin and gave a faux smile, “I just need some air!” She shooed him away. “And you need to go to your next position. I’ll be back inside for Aftershock. I promise.”
Scrunching his nose, he met his chocolate gaze with her ever-changing blue eyes. They stared at each other for a moment and then it finally clicked.
Ah.
Giving her a nod, he smiled at his soft-hearted, other half, “Don’t be gone for too long, people will start thinking something is up.” Turning around to head inside, he left her with a compliment, “You’re a big part of AWE. Just like ma.” Without Joy, Chance was sure more than enough people would feel a piece was missing. She made tremendous strides and was well loved. Without a doubt, she was their mother’s daughter. The sound of the exit door could be heard and the filmmaker knew his sister was gone, at least for a little while.
Making sure she was not in an area with many others, especially fans, Joy aimlessly walked in a direction that led to a deserted bench, hidden by trees and the dark blanket that was the night sky. Surprisingly close to the arena, but luckily for her, the main event was happening, so the possibility of someone bumping into her was unlikely. Hopefully. Taking a seat, she glanced down at her lap and watched her thumbs fiddle with each other, in silence.
It was nice out...
In less than fifteen minutes, the game of cat and mouse that Joy Ryder and Caiden Everett had been playing the last few weeks shifted. No longer the hunted, Caiden had become the hunter. Luckily for Caiden, he had a secret weapon known as Chance, who guided him and told him the door that Joy had slipped out of. And so, he sniffed her out, wandering until he saw her off in the distance — escape was merely a dream.
He approached the bench wordlessly and didn’t talk as he sat down beside her, choosing instead to stare at the stars as he considered what he wanted to say. “I’m sorry I called you an idiot, that was uncalled for.” And kinda made him look… super dickish. Whoops.
Why was Caiden here? Joy didn’t want him out of everyone that could possibly come and check on her to check on her. He was apologizing? Slightly turning her head to look at him observing the sky, Joy shook her head in disagreement, “No need to be sorry! You were acting. It’s part of the job.” Her face might have been painted with a smile, but her eyes were enough to show that to a degree, she did think she was kind of stupid and to a degree, she was hurt. However, Joy wasn’t a broken record, but... she still was a woman, who lived a life that gave her insecurities, fears, and obstacles that to this day she still needed to work on. For the most part, though, she was happy.
Just not right now.
Women were a tough beast to handle, that much he knew for sure. Despite not having too many long lasting relationships in his career (Caiden Winters considered himself married to the job), he’d interact with them enough to know that a smile only meant they were really upset, not just kind of upset. What did women like? What could he do to repair this? He felt bad! She was Blake’s sister. It was hard to make friends in this line of work, people were always backstabbing each other and being cunts backstage in order to advance, and the friends that you could lock yourself down with, the friends you could trust and care about and love were rare. Few and far between. Blake was his BFFFL, even if that was a high school girl kinda thing. And he couldn’t just leave his best friend’s younger sister all upset!
So what was the answer?! Caiden searched his mind over and over again for something that was failsafe, something that would cheer up any woman, no matter how tragically upset she was. Something that would replace the criminally fake smile with one that was true and genuine. Something that turned Joy’s face back into the one that he wanted to kiss and love…
Wait, what?
Caiden visibly shook himself to banish those thoughts from his head and with that motion, he had his plan. “Let me buy you ice cream after the show. I think there’s a Coldstone Creamery nearby, so we can go there. Okay?” Women loved ice cream, dude. Failsafe.
Ice cream? Caiden wanted to take her out for ice cream? Stunned at the offer, the high school girl crush that she had for him came back, full throttle. This took an unexpected turn, and yet, like a true on-screen professional, she refused to let her internal feelings take surface. She would not blush. Her mind continuously told herself ‘do NOT blush’ and Joy would make damn sure it wouldn’t happen. That being said, her posture straightened and her face did lighten up - so was blushing necessary? “Are you sure? I could pay for my own.”
“Yes, I’m sure. My treat, really not a big deal. Let me buy you ice cream. I’ll drive, too, so you can just ride with me to the hotel room. I assume you’re staying at the same one I am. Again. For no apparent reason.” Though Caiden wouldn’t know it himself, there certainly was a reason for Joy always ending up in his hotel. Two reasons, actually. One really liked donuts, and one was a nerd. Luckily for our donut loving, and nerdy heroes, Caiden Everett would never know the truth. “I can walk you back inside now if you want. Don’t want you to miss Aftershock. Then they’d be fucked.”
She totally forgot! Joy hopped off the bench, checking the time off her wrist watch, “Yeah… the night isn’t over yet.” Glancing up from her watch to his face, she cheerfully (and genuinely) gleamed, “That all sounds wonderful, Caiden… would you?” She paused, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, before continuing, “Walk me?” Hey, he offered - she had to make sure. If she downright pinched herself to feel how real this all was she’d be far too obvious.
“...I just said…” Caiden paused slightly, looking down at her. Women were confusing sometimes… Caiden cleared his throat slightly, before nodding. “Of course I will. Come on, let’s go.” He put his arm around her shoulder, and off they went, toward the job that they both poured their heart and soul into. Trying her best to hide her face with her hair, Joy’s cheeks grew hot when he wrapped his arm around her…
A date.
Once she reached the exit door, Joy turned to look at her twin and gave a faux smile, “I just need some air!” She shooed him away. “And you need to go to your next position. I’ll be back inside for Aftershock. I promise.”
Scrunching his nose, he met his chocolate gaze with her ever-changing blue eyes. They stared at each other for a moment and then it finally clicked.
Ah.
Giving her a nod, he smiled at his soft-hearted, other half, “Don’t be gone for too long, people will start thinking something is up.” Turning around to head inside, he left her with a compliment, “You’re a big part of AWE. Just like ma.” Without Joy, Chance was sure more than enough people would feel a piece was missing. She made tremendous strides and was well loved. Without a doubt, she was their mother’s daughter. The sound of the exit door could be heard and the filmmaker knew his sister was gone, at least for a little while.
Making sure she was not in an area with many others, especially fans, Joy aimlessly walked in a direction that led to a deserted bench, hidden by trees and the dark blanket that was the night sky. Surprisingly close to the arena, but luckily for her, the main event was happening, so the possibility of someone bumping into her was unlikely. Hopefully. Taking a seat, she glanced down at her lap and watched her thumbs fiddle with each other, in silence.
It was nice out...
In less than fifteen minutes, the game of cat and mouse that Joy Ryder and Caiden Everett had been playing the last few weeks shifted. No longer the hunted, Caiden had become the hunter. Luckily for Caiden, he had a secret weapon known as Chance, who guided him and told him the door that Joy had slipped out of. And so, he sniffed her out, wandering until he saw her off in the distance — escape was merely a dream.
He approached the bench wordlessly and didn’t talk as he sat down beside her, choosing instead to stare at the stars as he considered what he wanted to say. “I’m sorry I called you an idiot, that was uncalled for.” And kinda made him look… super dickish. Whoops.
Why was Caiden here? Joy didn’t want him out of everyone that could possibly come and check on her to check on her. He was apologizing? Slightly turning her head to look at him observing the sky, Joy shook her head in disagreement, “No need to be sorry! You were acting. It’s part of the job.” Her face might have been painted with a smile, but her eyes were enough to show that to a degree, she did think she was kind of stupid and to a degree, she was hurt. However, Joy wasn’t a broken record, but... she still was a woman, who lived a life that gave her insecurities, fears, and obstacles that to this day she still needed to work on. For the most part, though, she was happy.
Just not right now.
Women were a tough beast to handle, that much he knew for sure. Despite not having too many long lasting relationships in his career (Caiden Winters considered himself married to the job), he’d interact with them enough to know that a smile only meant they were really upset, not just kind of upset. What did women like? What could he do to repair this? He felt bad! She was Blake’s sister. It was hard to make friends in this line of work, people were always backstabbing each other and being cunts backstage in order to advance, and the friends that you could lock yourself down with, the friends you could trust and care about and love were rare. Few and far between. Blake was his BFFFL, even if that was a high school girl kinda thing. And he couldn’t just leave his best friend’s younger sister all upset!
So what was the answer?! Caiden searched his mind over and over again for something that was failsafe, something that would cheer up any woman, no matter how tragically upset she was. Something that would replace the criminally fake smile with one that was true and genuine. Something that turned Joy’s face back into the one that he wanted to kiss and love…
Wait, what?
Caiden visibly shook himself to banish those thoughts from his head and with that motion, he had his plan. “Let me buy you ice cream after the show. I think there’s a Coldstone Creamery nearby, so we can go there. Okay?” Women loved ice cream, dude. Failsafe.
Ice cream? Caiden wanted to take her out for ice cream? Stunned at the offer, the high school girl crush that she had for him came back, full throttle. This took an unexpected turn, and yet, like a true on-screen professional, she refused to let her internal feelings take surface. She would not blush. Her mind continuously told herself ‘do NOT blush’ and Joy would make damn sure it wouldn’t happen. That being said, her posture straightened and her face did lighten up - so was blushing necessary? “Are you sure? I could pay for my own.”
“Yes, I’m sure. My treat, really not a big deal. Let me buy you ice cream. I’ll drive, too, so you can just ride with me to the hotel room. I assume you’re staying at the same one I am. Again. For no apparent reason.” Though Caiden wouldn’t know it himself, there certainly was a reason for Joy always ending up in his hotel. Two reasons, actually. One really liked donuts, and one was a nerd. Luckily for our donut loving, and nerdy heroes, Caiden Everett would never know the truth. “I can walk you back inside now if you want. Don’t want you to miss Aftershock. Then they’d be fucked.”
She totally forgot! Joy hopped off the bench, checking the time off her wrist watch, “Yeah… the night isn’t over yet.” Glancing up from her watch to his face, she cheerfully (and genuinely) gleamed, “That all sounds wonderful, Caiden… would you?” She paused, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, before continuing, “Walk me?” Hey, he offered - she had to make sure. If she downright pinched herself to feel how real this all was she’d be far too obvious.
“...I just said…” Caiden paused slightly, looking down at her. Women were confusing sometimes… Caiden cleared his throat slightly, before nodding. “Of course I will. Come on, let’s go.” He put his arm around her shoulder, and off they went, toward the job that they both poured their heart and soul into. Trying her best to hide her face with her hair, Joy’s cheeks grew hot when he wrapped his arm around her…
A date.
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