( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

you know the drill. pick your poison (not entirely limited to those listed). reply with a prompt in the form of a post, photo, song, text, voicemail, whatever your heart desires & receive a response. simple, right? right.

 
 
 

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[novice]

Hey, you asked. I was just easing your mind.

( Her cheeks still flushed pink, she doesn't look as confident as she looks. Some of it has to do with the dress she's wearing, not feeling like it belongs on her (Like some small girl wearing her mother's dresses and parading around in shoes that are four sizes too big.), but mostly it's just Seth and the effect that he has over her. He walks into the room and Abigail turns into some shy, giggly college girl.

It's embarrassing, because it's not who she is.

Without pockets or a bag to keep her hands occupied, Abigail isn't quire sure what to do with herself. She ghosts a hand over his, and quickly decides against it, instead linking her arm back with his. )

I thought I'd leave that part to the imagination.

( With an immediate subject change, she clears her throat, looking up at the night sky. If they were anywhere but Hollywood, perhaps they'd be able to see stars. The lights from the busy city prevent this, and leaves a void where constellations should be. )

Is it just us tonight?

[ramblin]

Nobody here but us chickens.

[ Seth unlocks the passenger door, opening it up wide to allow her enough room. He raises his eyebrows, folding his hands together as he leans into the side. Richard had his role to play. The final plans were being put into motion now, and if this thing was going to go down successfully, Abigail needed to see what was in store for her. ]

Tonight, Little Miss Hobbs, you and I will be playing the parts of Mr. and Mrs. Garza from Atlantic City. Which reminds me —

[ He rummages through his pockets until he finds what it is he's looking for. It's a small ring, cheap, but effective. He gathers down on one knee, glancing up at her from in between the open car door. Seth lifts his chin, grinning in a way that can only be described as shit-eating. ]

Will you do me the honors of being my completely smokin' wife for roughly an hour and a half, Ms. Garza? Ah — [ He holds up a finger, the ring round between his middle and thumb. ] Three choices, and the first two don't count.