Madelame: Best Night Of My Life?????

madelame: best night of my life?????

“ oh, lockhart, thank god ! ” there’s melodic drunken laughter as she stumbles towards her friend, already one too many cocktails in. “ this party was starting to feel like a snooze fest, but with you here, ” smile stretches as she links her friends arm, pulls her close, “ there’s definitely more fun to be had. ” addison nods, always eager to spend more time with the people she deeply cares for. “ yeah, sure, coffee soon. but how about a cocktail right now ? ”

𓍼⋆⊹ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 : @dreamerfms

" well, well. i was hoping to see you show your face around here. did you just get here or have you been here this whole entire time and i haven't ran into you until just now? " the blonde questioned. a warm smile appearing on her features when she finally noticed the redhead throughout the huge crowds of people that were surrounding them at the party. " i'm going to need us to catch up over coffee one of these days whenever you've got a free moment. "

it’s not the conversation a tipsy ace is expecting as he makes his way over to to them, fully about to ask for his towel back when they begin to speak. a nervous laughter flows, because to some degree they have a point. “ uh, yeah, we’re the worst. even when we don’t intend to be. ” the idea of love is something that quite frankly terrifies him, which for a guy who forms a lot of crushes, isn’t ideal. but sadly events from his childhood have made him wary. with a slow sigh, ace moves to occupy the spot beside elena. “ everyone’s got their issues, i guess. ”

               the  sound  of  the  waves  was  calming,  body  leaned  back  on  a  towel  that  definitely  wasn’t  theirs  but  who  were  they  to  just  leave  a  lonely  towel  be  ?  besides,  it  was  whoevers  fault  for  leaving  it  unattended  for  as  long  as  they  have;  elena  practically  making  it  their  own  by  waving  company  over  and  beginning  a  conversation  with  barely  any  sustenance.  “  you  know  —  tell  a  man  i  hate  you,  you  have  the  best  sex  of  your  life.  tell  a  man  i  love  you  …  you’ll  probably  never  see  him  again.  ”     +     @dreamerfms

Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) dir. Blake Edwards

he's shaking his head before he even reaches the other, before he even sees the attempt fail. " you forgot to tap it, " ace utters, gaze cast towards the heap of sand by his feet. " you know, one, two, three on top before you lift it, " as he continues, he does the motions almost as if he can picture it before him. isn't sure if it's just a him thing, or if it's universal. but he can't remember the last time he had a sand castle not come out almost, but never quite fully, perfect. " pretty much set yourself up for failure there, my friend. but, hey, fallen kingdoms tend to make the history books. "

not knowing what else to do, nolan sat in the sand. they scooped some into the bucket, methodically making sure it was wet enough that it would stand tall once he flipped it over. the cigarette he had lit rested between his lips as he worked. the movements were so easy, something he'd done a thousand times as a child, that he needn't think at all about it and yet, it still kept his mind from all that had been troubling him. once he turned it over and pulled the bucket off, however, the sand slipped down, so what was left was just a simple mound of wet sand rather than a castle. "fuck." he took a deep drag from the cigarette and blew it out as he allowed himself to fall back to lay flat on the beach. when he opened his eyes, he noticed a figure in his peripheral. he turned his head to look at them. "welcome to my kingdom," he said flatly as he sat up. // OPEN

" okay, " ace drags out the word, rocking back on his heels as lips purse slightly. isn't one to peer pressure anyone. if anything, he's often on the other end of things. easily persuaded. but he's someone who likes for people to have fun. " well, what if i can guarantee you that i'll be an even sloppier drunk ? in a way that will make your sloppy will look like the opposite of sloppy. "

starter type: open to everyone location: sunset villa beach party featuring: logan hill

"oh, no. i will not be doing... any of that." one of her hands lifts in a frivolous wave, motioning toward the open bar. her temples pound in reminiscence, just the thought prompting a headache. "and besides, i am a very, very sloppy drunk. i'd rather roll back here."