@ muserevival || 103.5. 10 Things

[armyoftwo]

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Ten random facts about you

1. My favourite movie is Ferris Bueller's Day Off
2. I'm claustrophobic
3. I'm an actor
4. I'm allergic to seafood
5. I love live comedy
6. I once had a panic attack in Ikea
7. I have one sister and one brother
8. I have an unhealthy addiction to Ugg Boots
9. I'm a New York native.
10. My lover is married I'm single

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[emilywhereverimayfindher]

Why is it that you never know what the right thing was until you're looking back and wish you still had it?

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"Lookin' for some hot stuff, baby, this evenin'."

[stillcallaustraliahome]

Who: Braden Kelly, Stephen Lawson, Jazz Lawson and Kevin Lawson
What: Sprung!
Where: Stephen's apartment, NYC
When: Friday night

It had been a crazy day on location in Atlantic City shooting, but they wrapped early so decided to make the two hour drive back to New York City to start the weekend. Stephen was driving with Braden in the passenger's seat, and Lori and another female co-star in the back. It was all very innocent on the face of it. No one would know that once they dropped the girls off to their respective apartments, Braden wouldn't go home to his husband, but would go to Stephen's place for a hot, hard fuck or four. Meanwhile, he would tell his husband work was running over and he probably wouldn't make it home that night.

It was a pleasant ride. The cast were all very friendly, and had become like family. That did make it harder to carry on an affair under their noses, but the privacy of trailers definitely helped things. Braden had having an affair down to a fine art and Stephen was okay being the 'other woman'. For all the hot sex they had, they also talked a lot. Braden had openly and honestly told Stephen how his marriage was failing initially and he thought Gavin was fucking around on him anyway. Not as a justifier or anything, but Gavin spent a lot of time away with his work. If he wasn't fucking around, it wasn't a decent recipe for a healthy marriage either way.

They got out of the elevator on Stephen's floor and were already lip-locked in a heated kiss outside his door while he tried to get his keys out of his pocket. Braden was groping him through his trousers determinedly, impatient to get inside or he would strip him out here and take him up against the wall. That would probably frighten Stephen's little elderly neighbour couple into an early grave. "Are you going to get the fucking door open, or what? I want you to fuck me so hard I fucking forget my own name," he said breathlessly, lips still close to Stephen's and picked the hungry kiss right up where it had left off.

"Dancing on my own."

[americanskin]

Who: Angela Ashwood and Jazz Lawson
What: Company & TLC
Where: Rosie Pope Maternity, Madison Avenue
When: Saturday morning

Angela held a maternity dress out from the hanger and gave Jazz a skeptical look. "I feel like an interloper being in here. For one, I have no bump yet. And two, I'm not really going to be a mommy. The boys said they wanted to pay for any maternity shit I needed, but there's no way I'm going to let them do that. This is all kind of full-on..." She was looking around, feeling at a loss here. It was inevitable she was going to get a bump, but she wasn't sure this type of shopping was doing anything to life her spirits. Mostly, it was making her wonder if the surrogacy was one of the reasons shit with Emily failed. She wasn't really dwelling on that. It was what it was. It was just part of a bigger picture that had her feeling a bit miserable right now.

"Pregnant chicks must spend a small fortune here. It's not like they're going to wear it for much more than a few months. I don't see the point." She more had her own sense of style. It was more on the quirky side than the label-dripping designer stuff this place seemed to be aiming for. "I wonder how many preggo people have barfed in here. I mean, the odds are pretty stacked, right? I'm definitely feeling more on the nauseous side than the not."