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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 2:46:58 GMT
She looked at her and smiled. "Well, River will have to put up with me. I try to be a great person that everyone could love!" She said smiling as she kissed her cheek and grinned from ear to ear. When walking over to the beautiful blonde who was standing all alone she wanted to make sure to try to make her smile. So she walked over with Anna.
When Anna clearly pointed out that she forgot to mention who she was. She looked at Anna. "I am so sorry. I get so carried away sometimes I forget to do certain things. My apologies." When she said that comment she shot her a look and then moved back towards the new girl who introduced herself as Isabella.
"Italian? Is that what I hear, Italy must be so beautiful, I would love to travel there one day? Were you born and raised there? What do you do acting? singing? Dancing?" She said looking at the girl, she knew she was a bit hyper and maybe a little crazy. But hey she loved it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 22:29:46 GMT
“Well I can’t say about everyone but I like to think there are still good people in this world. Even a few good ones who spend way too much time in front of the camera.” That was at least how she felt half the time. Some days the camera was just too much. “I need to do some traveling that isn’t work related soon. Though I have no idea where I’d go.”
She gave Elizabeth a friendly smile and a side hug. Sometimes it really was easy to get caught up in the moment. “Other then that I’d say I’m having a pretty good day. Hard to not when you have a Christmas party to go to.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 3:55:26 GMT
@drewlewis Savannah wasn't normally late, no. But she had had an awful time getting ready. Savannah normally was able to just pick an outfit and go, but she had been so cautious about what to wear for some reason. It was just the average holiday party at USBC, and yet Savannah had tried on ten different dresses to no avail until she tried on a red velvet dress with a small silver snowflake necklace. It could be debated that the final piece along with silver flats was a bit childish, but Savannah was simply happy that she was able to get out of her apartment at last and be content with her appearance. If anyone was a fan of holiday makeup as well, it was definitely the youngest cast member of Our Chaotic Life. Her eyelids were covered in silver eyeshadow around the edges to accentuate the secondary color in her outfit. Clutching her small purse and preparing herself for the party, Savannah headed to the set of FNL.
It wasn't bad at all, of course. The party was well underway when she arrived, and she spotted some familiar faces. Normally, Savannah would approach River and tell him to brighten up, but it was clear that he had had his fair share of interaction for the night and Savannah wasn't going to push anything else on him. Instead, she admired the sweet decorations (the holidays were her favorite time of year) and headed towards the open bar, snagging a glass of wine and standing at the outskirts of the stages, not sure where to throw herself into the mix. She knew many of these people, but they were all already heavily involved in other conversations with fellow actors, crew, and dates alike. WORDS 291 NOTES --- MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 23:15:07 GMT
Ah, yes, the annual Christmas party. Most places have something going on in the winter. McDonald's sells holiday pies, USBC staff and cast all gather to mingle around an open bar. It's a great time of year. This party is basically like work, except for the aforementioned free booze, better clothes, and an overwhelming sense of joy when someone finally catches the two yearly interns sucking face in an off-stage broom closet. The congregation of Drew's associate employee contemporaries had started to gather. Drew wasn't the biggest fans of parties to begin with, just due to the fact that, as a talk show host, people expect him to be "on" for the duration of the shindig. It really didn't help that he simply didn't know that many people at the station yet. He couldn't exactly color himself excited to mingle with drunk strangers.
Not helping, Drew's anxiety had been at a fever pitch today, his hand shaking so much that he had to find a straw for his daily caffeine intake. He would have been prompt as a peacock to the party, but in lieu of freaking out in front of his associate employee contemporaries, he opted to hide backstage. The Friday Night Live stage had plenty of thick curtains to blend in behind. They also made for great barriers, so nobody could hear Drew faintly whispering empowering and rooting statements to calm his frantic psyche. The breathing exercises, too, may have looked like yoga or something from far away, but nobody does yoga in pressed grey suits and red ties.
After taking a moment, Drew pokes his head around his current shame curtain surreptitiously, and lo and behold, at the edge of the stage was Savannah Dalton, one of his best interviewees of the year. Plus, the two of them had sporadically been exchanging social media messages, or maybe a text here or there. She also happened to be one of the only people at this party Drew even recognized, although her makeup made her seem like a supermodel instead of a down-to-earth TV star. Not that that was a bad thing. Since he looked like James Bond -- and no, not the Roger Moore clown one -- Drew figured he could stealthily approach the young actress. As she sipped her wine, Drew emerged from behind the curtain, carefully placing his wingtips down heel-toe-heel-toe. He didn't overtly look like he was sneaking, but his stunted stride looked like he was intentionally trying to muffle his footsteps. Or maybe he was just a weirdo.
Standing on stage above her, Drew primed a winning smile, and in order to not scare the poor woman out of her eye shadow, cleared his throat loudly enough as a primer. Start spreading cheer with a grand announcement. Nothing beats a Christmas song at a Christmas party, right? Nobody would sue for copyright here. "It's the most, wonderful time, of the year...with the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you grab a new beer! It's a consumer-focused time, of the year." Oh wow, such scathing social commentary. Might as well start caliling him Dennis Miller. Or old. Drew glanced around the room during his little two-bar solo, and he winked at the Our Chaotic Lives star whilst performing. "How was that? They didn't hire me for my A Capella skills."
((lol this is like attempt three to get this done so I hope it isn't garbage))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 0:53:52 GMT
@drewlewis Savannah and Drew had been talking ever since their meeting for the Our Chaotic Life interview. Texts here, tweets there, simple chatting. Savannah had been enjoying it, but they hadn't really seen each other in person since. They were both busy with their respective shows, though clearly Drew was more used to the chaos that USBC brought into his life. While Anna exchanged glances with Savannah over it here and there, Savannah was definitely clueless of the intentions of the conversation on Drew's end.
Left to her lonesome, Savannah found herself admiring the decorations around the stages, especially the twinkling lights. She just loved the holidays and the decorations they entailed. But the lights could only occupy her for so long before she needed human communication. In the mass of people, it was hard for Savannah to tell where any of her cast mates and friends were. She had almost actually pulled out her phone to text Drew and ask if he would be at the party when she heard someone clear their voice. Savannah turned around quickly to see Drew himself standing in front of her. How convenient. She grinned just as he launched into song, something she certainly hadn't expected. Perhaps she should have, considering his personality. Though the holidays were supposed to be a happy time of year, it never was for some people, and Savannah had to laugh at his commentary on consumerism. What humor. She did laugh, as she tended to do with him just naturally.
"It was... unfortunately true," she stated alongside her grin. She did love the holidays, but she was in the kind of family that everyone came for Christmas to her parents' house. It was just so hectic and... chaotic if you would. "I think it's a place to start, at least. But don't expect me to break into song. I'm on a sitcom for a reason." It was an attempt to console him, and he knew that Savannah would never sweeten her statements for him. Savannah was always straight-forward with Drew, and that was simply the way that they were from the minute that they had met. For someone who had been so nervous about originally meeting him and chatting with him, Savannah had become much more comfortable, and their conversations just seemed to flow naturally.
"You here alone too? I just got here and I can't find River or Anna or anyone so... here I am." Not that he was a consolation prize by any means. And she didn't want him to think that: "But they're probably busy - Anna chatting with someone other than me for a change, River grumpily getting drunk in the corner. And he wouldn't have it any other way," Savannah laughed, still telling the absolute truth. It was just how River was, she clearly didn't mean it as a dig. The two of them were so different, and yet they got along like siblings. She really wouldn't have it any other way, and as she took another small sip of her wine, Savannah found herself surprisingly pleased to be stepping out of her comfort zone of conversation partners for events like this. WORDS 528 NOTES you are more than okay!!! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 19:41:10 GMT
----- bah, humbug ----- tag: --- // words: 242 // notes: --- West walks onto the sound stage for FNL, equal parts taken aback and in awe of the lights and decoration. This is above and beyond all of his expections - and they were high, based on office gossip. But he hadn't planned on finding himself here tonight, and he's barely watching where he's walking as he nearly stumbles up a step onto the podium stage. He's too distracted by the way the lights twinkle. They're a far cry from the floodlights of a football stadium, but they're eyecatching nonetheless and something about them is taking his breath away.
He shakes his head, dark hair threatening to flop right into his wide-open eyes - must get a haircut - he tells himself - and makes a beeline for the bar to his left. There's one to his right, too, he notices, and then silently congratulates the network head for providing an open bar for this shindig. He wants to be known, he wants to be at the top of the game - in a manner of speaking - but he doesn't want to mingle and he certainly doesn't want to see the pity he expects in everyone's eyes.
Collapsing onto a tall bar stool, he signals to the bartender.
"Jack, no rocks," he requests. Then, as an afterthought and just a little quieter, he speaks again. "Thanks, man."
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Post by Phoebe Campbell on Dec 9, 2016 23:40:07 GMT
By the time Weston approached the bar Phoebe was already there trying to cheer up a pissed off River (par for the course as far as he was concerned) which she was probably better off trying to speak to the dead like some sort of Haley Joel Osment in The Sixth Sense. Wrapping her arms around him she gave him a rough shake as if she could shake the smiles right out of him but of course this was to no avail and only had the Our Chaotic Life actor seeking another sip from his strong beverage which's burn he preferred far more than Phoebe babbling on (even though they were friends). "You're just a regular ole Debbie Downer aren't you Riv?" She teased releasing him and grabbing her wine from the bar before turning around at the sound of a familiar voice which had her gasping in excitement. "My Adonis!" The FNL writer squealed in excitement stretching her hands in the air to emphasize her point before she caught a glimpse of what he was drinking. "Totally could have guessed that you were a Jacks man. Not the game. The drink. Totes." Bobbling her head she took another sip of her sweet wine and then looked toward the bar. "So are you going to buy us a round of shots or what? I don't have all night you know. I'm in very high demand." She added raising her eyebrows and tapping her fingers impatiently on the bar counter not budging an inch even though they were surrounded on either side by people: River included who gave Weston a little wave from behind Phoebe.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 1:00:35 GMT
At first, Drew was actually glad nobody else had noticed him attempting to belt out that fragment of a tune. At least, nobody but Savannah had glanced over. Which is good, because introducing yourself as a boisterous party presence hampered by simple things like "pitch" may not be the best introduction from one entertainer to another. That's the last thing Drew needed, was thinking (or knowing) that he wasn't as talented as his pretty face let on. Savannah helped, though, with her lack of pulled punches. They were playful jabs, though, like if some pals were duking it out while wearing Sock'em Boppers. It was a fun ribbing, a good way to kick this festive occasion off.
"To be honest, I was going to ask you to go caroling with me. Although, maybe we could sing early era Eminem or, to really throw it back, some Beastie Boys? Lucky for us, one of them never really sang, so we couldn't even need a third." He wondered in his own, aging brain if Savannah would appreciate throwing Mike D, MCA, and Ad-Rock out there as a tune option. Festive, but limited in audience appeal. Could sum up his entire TV career thusly. Drew nudged her playfully before throwing out another remark: "I mean, that show about high school singing is technically a 'sitcom.' I could always pitch an episode to your producers about Liz getting a big, I don't know, karaoke bug. I think that would be ratings dynamite."
Savannah's flying solo, as well, which put the still slightly nervous talk show host away from the edge, knowing he wasn't the only one who's only one was himself. "Color me surprised that one of the co-stars didn't ask you to be arm candy, at least. You could pass for an M&M, maybe a Jolly Rancher, depending on how sweet you're planning on being tonight." He would personally equate himself to a Snickers; full of nuts and protein, but it can fill you up before you're done with it and maybe you'll put the last few bites in the freezer for later when the kanker sores heal. Maybe not that annoying, but hey, it always helps to be humble. At the mention of her co-stars, Drew scanned the room and spotted Anna, who he remembered from their interview, and that mysterious grump River finally has a face, thanks to Savannah. Her descriptions of the guy made him seem stand-offish, a type that Drew always seemed to clash with, although Drew always tended to keep to slightly-meaner-than-intended sarcasm. Barbs still sting, no matter how dull.
"So, despite your guys' closeness, he'd still prefer to hang by himself than with the one and only Savannah Dalton? Good on him for showing in the first place," Drew says, tipping his empty hand at the angry man across the room, despite an utter lack of attention. "You too, actually. Me too, too, actually. Who wants to be the weirdo showing up to parties alone?" He paused, looking over himself and Savannah in an obvious fashion, going for a joke. "To tell you the truth, I haven't seen some of these people before." Drew eyes Savannah's wine, licking his lips as he is wan to do. "I might need some of that. You know...for the social lubrication. I can't talk to everyone as easy as we do." This much was true, especially given the setting.
((wowie lets get this party started))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 13:42:22 GMT
----- bah, humbug ----- tag: --- // words: 242 // notes: sry i'm short!! West tries his hardest not to eavesdrop. It never ends well. He has noticed Phoebe and River a few stools away, but chose to sit alone nonetheless - although why, he thinks now, he doesn't know, because it's a party, and parties like this never let anyone be alone for too long. He barely restrains a wince as Phoebe shrieks at him, her arms outstretched.
He knows the pair from the hallways, mostly, and Phoebe always seems excited to see him although he's not quite sure why. They've interacted only a handful of times. Tonight, her head bobs as she babbles, sipping from a glass of wine and talking a mile a minute. West glances back at the bartender, an anonymous face he doesn't recognise, and offers a quick smile of thanks for the tumblr of liquid gold.
"I don't do shots," West turns back to Phoebe. He tries to sound apologetic but even he is somewhat taken aback by the disdain laced through his words. He tries again. "But you guys want another round?" He signals to the bartender again before waiting for a response.
"Same again for these guys, please," he asks, then returns River's small wave. "Looks like we're in for a loud night, I guess, huh?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 5:51:47 GMT
@drewlewis It was odd to Savannah that she was so comfortable with this man, even though their face to face interactions had been extremely limited so far. Not that this was by any means how Savannah wanted it to go. Ever since their prep for the interview on The Late, Late Show, they had been friendly but hadn't seen much of each other in person. Savannah was the kind of person who needed some in person conversation, because texting wasn't the same. It was high school talk in her head, she noted casually, but she was hoping to actually maintain a friendship with Drew. She was painfully unaware of the true meaning behind their actions and words (it was not one-sided, however, Savannah just had no clue what she was doing or saying).
Drew's offer of caroling was a bit silly, Savannah noted, but not out of his typical realm of comedy. Not that she was about to break out into Eminem in the middle of the party, but she could very much get behind his music choices, though they threw her back quite a bit. "I think caroling is about holiday cheer, not nostalgia. You can go ahead, I'll watch from a safe distance," Savannah teased. Though the Beastie Boys was pretty tempting. "But I may or may not have a couple Beastie Boys albums in my apartment at this very moment for those times I want to sing for myself, and not the entire company I act for." It was merely teasing, but she wasn't sure if it sounded a bit harsh. Paired with a bright, giggle-filled smile, Savannah hoped to portray that she was very much on board with his musical choices. She had begun to notice that it was common for Drew to use a gentle nudge at her ribs to be playful, and it was painfully aware to her that she was pretty ticklish. It was a childish thing to Savannah, but she found herself holding in her laughter as Drew did so, a grin broadening on her face despite the possibilities of singing surrounding her.
When karaoke was brought up, Savannah outwardly groaned: "Don't you dare. I think I would die of embarrassment on the spot before the ratings could come out. I don't know how you're so outgoing and courageous on your show, but I have to prep for anything remotely stupid on Our Chaotic Lives." Truth be told, Savannah had been watching The Late, Late Show any chance she could get. Not that she would necessarily admit that to him, at least not yet. Savannah thought the show was funny and entertaining on her multiple nights in, perhaps slightly influenced by her attraction (platonic in her mind but unknowingly otherwise) but only slightly so. Whether she ever told him or not, she certainly wouldn't tell him that she stayed up to do so, or at least tried to. It was common practice for Savannah to fall asleep at the TV at night. It was nothing against the show, it was simply her exhaustion. One would think that with all the naps she took during the day, she could stay up late easily, which just wasn't true.
"I'm not a fan of being considered just arm candy," Savannah interjected until she realized what Drew was saying. She was completely ignorant of his flirting undertones (or rather right-in-front-of-her-tones), but still was able to realize that he was being sweet himself. "Well, my favorite candy is definitely 3 Musketeers, but that's pretty plain and bland. Also Oreos. But the mint ones. That's a better analogy. Surprisingly fresh? I don't think fresh is the right word. Surprisingly abnormal is more like it. I'm not doing myself any favors when you were just sweet to me yourself, am I?" Savannah wasn't used to this kind of wholesome (if one could call it that) treatment without a destructive motive, though she had not been exposed to much. She was simply used to neutrality rather than positivity. "But no, no offers. Our cast dynamic is a bit awkward at times off-set." Savannah felt like a bit of glue for the cast, especially between people like Anna and River who were on two very different sides of the spectrum, and tension always seemed to fall on her shoulders.
Drew seemed to think so highly of Savannah, and she was rather flattered. "That's just how he is. Nothing against me, and he's my big brother here. But he hates stuff like this." Considering the interaction that River had had a few minutes prior as well, Savannah thought it better to steer clear of him for the time being.
At his joke, Savannah did grin once more, flashing her teeth as she chuckled. "I mean I always come alone. Ticket sales to Flavortown are pretty drab right now, in your terms. I guess we're weirdos then, though. To be honest, I would've put money on you not being here alone - not that I should assume." Savannah had no clue how to say she thought he would have women lined up wanting to take him to fancy events. He had the kind of personality that just made him lovable. Not to mention he must have a pretty nice fanbase around his show.
When Drew mentioned that some faces weren't familiar, Savannah offered a consoling nod: "It's okay, I barely know any of them." It was then that Drew mentioned he would want some of what she had, and Savannah gestured towards the open bar, offering her elbow for him to jokingly link his arm with hers. "Shall we then?" The thought of interacting with people other than Drew was surprisingly frightening. Savannah already felt like she was in a little bubble with him, their conversation flowing so easily, just as it had before. WORDS 970 NOTES i may have gone a little overboard. but clearly sav is clueless my sweet bb. feel free to be as obvious or as secretive as you feel appropriate, sav will not notice regardless lmao MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 0:54:18 GMT
He never understood why himself, but the holiday season always got Drew stuck on singing. Maybe it was from back in his college days, back when he and his social group would huddle around a karaoke machine for warmth, trading Neil Diamond impressions and chanting along with Oasis about wonderwalls, whatever those were. That probably explains the late night host's current inclination towards steering the conversation towards the karaokic arts. But, even this oafish lout knew when to pull back on the thrusters. Drew honestly thought that, once that initial nerve-wracking terror dissipated from the young lady, that Savannah might actually give a great performance. It really didn't seem like she was into it. C'est la vie.
Drew's eyebrows raised themselves with bemused excitement at the actress' mention of her music collection. "Huh, you don't say? Sorry if I seem really surprised. It's just, people around your age tend to only know about the trio from episodes of Futurama or that Star Trek trailer." He paused to involuntarily lick his lips, getting into the conversation. "What else do you entertain yourself with? I'm here, gabbing off like crazy. Fill me in on a lady actresses' CD binder." That was kind of host mode-y, but at the same time, conversation when maybe attempting to get to know another human being on a less than superficial level did require questions sometimes. Gosh, communication sure was strange wasn't it?
Savannah's ticklish giggles were one of the major reasons why Drew continued to jab away like he did. Some guests actually kind of hated that type of bubble-bursting, let alone any type of physical contact, but Savannah seemed game enough. Ticklish people always hate being tickled, but the laughter brought on by that involuntary physical reaction tended to make people gloss over the minor harassment. It was a little childish, but it was also disarming and portrayed the host as energetic and engaged. At least, that's what Drew thought. Plus, he'd always just done that to people anyway, so why stop now?
"Fun fact: there has never been one reported instance of death by embarrassment. I think the only death that would happen if you sang your heart out would be the audience getting killed by your groovy rockin' tunage." He sounded earnest enough, and the smile he flashed her could have only cemented that feeling. "What do you mean, courageous? Besides telling my jokes." He smirked, blinking his eyes closed and scrunching his face up. He knew his jokes were bad, and he knew she knew that he knew, so, that face was just for her, giving her more wiggle room as far as some more playful verbal sparring goes. He wondered what she might say is brave of him. Drew always kind of thought acting was a very vulnerable place to put yourself (or more accurately whoever you were pretending to be). People wanted Drew to be "himself," whereas people don't want actors to be themselves, which is so much more pressure. He always respected that, not being a particularly talented actor himself.
Savannah really didn't seem like she'd been romanced before. Or, perhaps, some suitors had attempted to woo the lady, only to realize maybe she doesn't know how to be wooed? It's not like Drew was being terribly subtle. Restrained, sure, but some of their tweets had been particularly flirty. Wink emoticons were used, so everyone knew it was pretty serious business. Well, Drew knew something was up. Savannah had something to her. Young? Sure, but it's not like the host hadn't had some kind of flings before with starlets who were unaware that the late late night circuit isn't where the big money is. Anything of substance had evaporated long ago, for a variety of reasons. Drew hadn't lost his sense of affection, though, this much was obvious. Too bad much of it seemed to be getting lost in translation. Her nervous breakdown of sweet treats to compare herself too was too adorably awkward to indicate she was totally oblivious, though. The host's pearly whites flashed bright during her attempt. "Abnormal? That's such a bad word to use! Besides, people really like those mint Oreo's," he said with a wink. "Well, those guys and ladies don't know what they're missing, what with your music taste being so fresh, and all..." to call back to her own use of the word. Hopefully worth a laugh.
Just then did Savannah make a remark about Drew showing up alone. The thought brought the guy some peace of mind; this gorgeous actress thought the handsome television host would bring someone to a party? What a confidence boost! In earnest, it did make Drew grin a tad, just at the edges of his lips. He toned it down a bit, playing it off cool. "Oh, what, me? I sent out a mass e-mail and didn't get anything back except from this lady, Mailer Daemon? She sounds like something else," he says, joking of course. It hadn't even crossed his mind to ask anyone. He could possibly have asked an intern, some comedienne, but nothing would have been real. Fake dates always managed to slip away and take advantage of the free bar more than anything, anyway, so Drew skipped the hassle. "How much money we talking?" A rhetorical question, but Drew still let out a soft chuckle or two at himself. He linked arms with his weird companion, asking for a one-way ticket to Flavortown as he did. "We can be weirdos together, at least for the time being" the host grinned and licked his lips again, guiding the pair towards the bar. Drew wondered if people would say anything, or just write it off.
There were a handful of unfamiliar people hanging by the bar. Some athletic looking guy, a woman (very obviously a comedy writer), Anna from the interview with Savannah, some other people, blah blah blah. Drew gestured at the barkeep, asking for a bourbon, straight. A real man's drink. He wasn't trying to show off, or anything. He just liked a good glass of bourbon. Immediately after recieving the drink, the host took a generous sip, coughed once, forcefully, and took a gander at his arm partner. "Wow, they didn't cheap out, that's for sure," he said as the host eyed the glass incredulously. This party probably won't be that bad.
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Post by Phoebe Campbell on Dec 23, 2016 21:44:21 GMT
"Oh you don't do shots look at you. Mister Fancy Man." She teased him making a funny face. If West didn't want to talk to her or was overwhelmed by her energy Phoebe would have had no inkling. She was so bubbly and energetic all of the time most obvious things slipped right by her mainly because she was always preoccupied with the next big, exciting thing. "Guess what hot stuff? You do them tonight." She bobbled her head. Her unruly, short curls pinned back with shiny clips that a female intern had to practically force into her hair (Phoebe had never quite gotten use to dressing up no matter how often she had to put up with it). Without waiting for him to argue back she slid him a shot, then River (who gave him a sympathetic look, and then helped herself to one.
"There's no point in arguing it man. She'll suck you in eventually. Like some sort of hangover succubus." River sighed shaking his head.
"Shut up." Phoebe shot back in defense raising her little glass in the air wiggling her brows. "Ready?" By the looks on both of their faces they weren't. Heck, it was evident that they didn't even want to be there. Oh well. She'd make the best of it just like she always did. "Seriously dude. You can't order drinks then not have them. That's stupid. Not to mention rude." She nodded toward the dark brown shot in front of him. "Ready?" Lets try this again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 8:00:46 GMT
@drewlewis "My taste does tend to surprise people," Savannah giggled at Drew's peak in interest. Her music was pretty all over the place, and when he asked she was already prepped with an answer: "A lot of different stuff. Actually, my favorite is Prince." A little different than Beastie Boys. "My parents were always playing Purple Rain in the house." With a shrug, Savannah hoped that was a pleasing enough answer. She hadn't really ever felt like she needed to please someone like this before, and yet she found herself hanging on Drew's approval. Not that she would take him back to her place and have him listen to all the odd varying CDs her family had forced her into liking as a child, but for some reason Savannah felt like she needed Drew to like her preferences. Or at least not whole-heartedly disagree. Prince wasn't that big of a leap anyway, and she was worrying more about this interaction than she had with anyone in the industry so far. Why was that?
Sure, tickling was childish, and sure, Savannah normally didn't engage in this kind of behavior with a new male friend but she found herself for some reason okay with the change. Savannah was notably the youngest and arguably the most childish of the Our Chaotic Life cast, but she thought of herself as pretty mature. She just napped a lot and tended to go to bed before midnight on weekends.
Drew's response to Savannah's fear of embarrassment made her smile for what felt like already the twentieth time of the night. She couldn't answer fast enough, as he quickly changed the subject to be infatuated with Savannah's description of him. She wiggled a bit based on the fact that he caught her and now she was praising him, but it wasn't by any means negative. Savannah playfully puffed out her cheeks and then let out a large amount of breath as if she was telling some big secret: "Well, from what I can gather from the few times I've watched with Toulouse," (that was the best way to walk around it), "You play... you. I just play Liz. You don't get to hide behind a character like I do. Besides, you have a giant light-up sign for your show - with your name on it! I can't say that so I think we have a winner."
Anna had slyly mentioned that she thought something was going on with Savannah and Drew, but Savannah just didn't agree. As Drew went on and charmed her, she had to admit that it felt... warmer than most conversations she typically had with those who interviewed her, but something in her told her not to make a comment. This was unexplored territory for her, and how could she be sure? In short: she couldn't. If he liked mint Oreo's though, that was definitely a plus. "Oh thank god, half of the cast outcasts me for it. More for me but I'm willing to share." Was that flirting? No. No? They were smiling, they were laughing, well Savannah was doing a lot of the laughing because she was slightly nervous and still didn't really know why. Either way, there was some form of laughing. Savannah was even rocking on her heels here and there, trying to contain her energy. "Well they don't know what they're missing either." Laughter continued to flow, and Savannah was surprisingly relieved when Drew linked his arm with hers and directed them towards his liquid confidence. She was still surprised that Drew thought so low of his dating life, but Savannah didn't know him well enough to make any further comments. His statement about the time being set her slightly on edge, but she tried to ignore the feeling. He surely hadn't meant it in any certain way. Savannah didn't think much of them walking together, which she probably should have. But it wasn't like the two of them were seen together often.
There were a couple familiar faces at the bar, but mainly they were unrecognizable besides events similar to the party. Savannah couldn't put names to all of the faces so she instead focused on the one face that she was growing more and more familiar with. And when she looked, she was definitely pleased with the funny face she saw. Savannah chuckled at Drew's reaction to his drink, and only took slight note of his choice of bourbon. She debated making a comment, but only smirked. She also traded her now empty glass for a fresh glass of red wine, knowing this would already be the end for her. She would savor the drink, knowing her own frighteningly small limits. At least for the next couple hours. Depended on how long she was staying. Savannah hadn't been planning on staying long enough for more than two drinks, but maybe she was wrong after all. Glancing at Drew, she grinned: "Feeling better? David Rossi always feels like he has to outdo himself every year. It can get a bit ridiculous."
Trying to find the best way to turn the conversation towards Drew, Savannah offered a small smile in comparison to the others he had wheedled out of her so far while still offering full eye contact. "I feel like I'm still being interviewed on national television. Tell me more about you. And I mean Drew, not Drew Lewis, host of The Late, Late Show. Is bourbon really your go to? You must have some kind of deep, dark secret you're willing to share with this strange girl you've barely gotten to know. Or just some less-known talents or hobbies." At some point in their navigation at the bar, Savannah had disentangled herself for ease of maneuvering with the barkeep and those around them, but Savannah now found herself leaning in close both to simply hear in the loud environment and to display herself as thoroughly engaged in their conversation. If anyone would give mixed signals without meaning to do so, it would be Savannah. WORDS 1006 NOTES i love novellas don't even!! also hope this is still relevant, otherwise we can always move to our own thread if need be. or skip to where we want/need to be idk im smol MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 1:32:30 GMT
This little actress couldn't help but continually surprise the late show host. Drew was just two years shy of actually being able to see Purple Rain in theaters during it's debut, although a baby cooing during Prince's sensual escapades probably would have pulled some of the punch out of the romance. What, with the aftermath there reminding all those hot to trot theater goers to hit the eject button before the tape was finished, to use an allegory. Drew could only imagine Savannah breaking down how she didn't ever want to cause anyone any sorrow, but seeing as how the karaoke ship had sailed, he might have to commission that for his birthday. "You can color me purple; in this instance, purple stands in for surprised." Drew had a brief notion that she may be a bandwagon fan, like many young people seemed to be, but her reassurance that her parents raised her on it was all the evidence the host needed. "Sounds like your parents imbued you with some great taste, Savvy." Her casual shrug was misleading, however, as Drew could almost sense that Savannah really hoped that the Prince answer was a good one, enough for his attention or approval or praise. Everything from her body language to her replies indicated some kind of interest in the guy. Drew couldn't say he hadn't thought about what it may be like to take Savannah to a dinner somewhere, just the two of them. Maybe this was an in for him, now that he seemed to be catching on. The only problem was...was she even aware of what she was doing? Drew could only continue to smile, keeping those thoughts to himself for now.
She at least had a sense of self, about what she was doing in the 'biz, and her perception wasn't too far off as far as her breakdown of what Drew did on his show. Even in his personal life, he tended to focus on others, ask a lot of questions, make quips, and try to boost people up. He always had been like that, which is probably why when he was tapped for the position, nobody in his immediate life was much too surprised. He's always been himself, to the chagrin of some old bosses. At least people now seemed to like it. He lit up at her praise, and in a modest outburst of bashfulness, looked away when she brought up the giant, egotistical sign. Maybe he was also looking away because oh wow she actually watches the show, huh? Just add it to the list. "Hah, what, that old thing? That's an old gift from Santa I've been lugging around for years. The studio is the only place it's ever really fit in, you know?" He paused to point at the actress, adding "I've never been called a 'breakout' star, though. I've never been a star, even! I think hiding behind a character is braver, because with you actors, there's so much more pressure to get lost in the fray. You can't be yourself, and that's gotta be difficult. Frustrating. People judge you harsher than me. I just have to be funny. You have to convincingly make out with the new guest star that week. I couldn't do that, and we're having Eva Green on soon." He hoped she figured what he was getting at. Interpreting other people's words and making them your own, or making them into a coherent personality, is so much more work than reading cue cards and pausing for laughs. "I'm no winner, but you sure are making me feel like one." Oh man, a little vulnerability on display? He wasn't joking. Savannah's bright, bubbly personalty made Drew feel all warm inside, and he hadn't even had a sip of bourbon yet.
Savannah continued on unconsciously trying to charm the television host, inviting Drew to share those seasonally-available Oreo treats. She was shaking, almost visibly too excited to stand any longer. That's almost like swooning, all because Drew had been sharing a conversation and praise with her. It was adorable, and Drew couldn't help but to match her laughter, although his face was already a tad sore from grinning. He licked his lips and swallowed when she replied, in kind, that any potential lady he could have invited didn't know what they were missing. Drew had, almost as if on instinct, pulled Savannah in close when their arms linked. As they approached the bar, he also couldn't help but make a few glances at her, his smile softening into something more genuine. This felt...pretty nice, the guy had to admit. She did untie her arm from his, but only to appear more eager to talk. Drew's cough piqued her interest, as well. He raised the glass to her, clinked the glasses together, and took another swig. The warm went down his throat and into his belly, but that warmth didn't compare to the starlet beside him. "Oh, most definitely. The old DR, coming through again. Next year I'm expecting Cirque de Soilel, or something."
And yet again, Savannah had outmaneuvered the host and turned the tables on the bourbon-sipping man. She had asked Drew about his own life, which didn't happen too often, since the host was usually mile-a-minute when it came to questions. He smirked as he turned to give her his full attention, noticing how invested she seemed in listening. "Wow. Are you sure you're not just gearing up to take over my job?" He laughed, not meaning anything by it. Drew was just never on the receiving end, and it put him on edge a bit, especially trying to open up to this fantastically gorgeous creature standing before him. "To start...hah, wow. I don't know if there's too much of a difference between the two Drews. TV Drew has to wear stuff like this," he says, gesturing to his suit, "Whereas casual Drew can wear, you know, a Bowie t-shirt. Off-TV Drew doesn't do much makeup, either."
He was keeping it casual and low-key, almost like he was finding his courage to talk about himself. "Bourbon is my go-to if I can figure it'll be fancy, and this time, I wasn't wrong. Puts hair on your chest. So, maybe you shouldn't try it." He took pause again, taking another swig of that hair-boosting potion. "Hah, as for a hidden talent, uh, would you uh..." he awkwardly attempted to hand his glass off to the actress. Successfully pawning off the barrel-aged beverage, Drew turned to the bar and took a few napkins and crumpled them up into little balls. Re-positioning himself to face his drink-holding partner, the host started to juggle. He very obviously wasn't amazing, due to the fact that he immediately lost one of the four napkin balls. It didn't phase Drew as he juggled, winking at Savannah, attempting to look cooler than anybody juggling napkin balls should. Soon enough, Drew dropped another, and when down to two, Drew threw one up high, caught the other, and had the suspended-in-air ball fall into his coat pocket like some hibachi chef. Drew sat, tossing the one up and down with one hand. "See, I'm so good that I don't even need two hands," he says as he reaches back to take back his bourbon, sipping it surreptitiously, trying to be the coolest guy in the room. "I also really enjoy painting abstract stuff on small canvases, like once or twice a month. But that's not as cool as juggling, is it?" He hoped those vibes he was getting from Savvy weren't diminished by how much of a dork he was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 2:30:28 GMT
@drewlewis Yet again, Savannah found herself smiling when Drew used a nickname for her that no one ever called her by. The air around the two was charged. With what, Savannah wasn't quite sure, but to any on-lookers it was clear that Drew was more in-tune to the vibe than Savannah was. She said nothing of the nickname, and merely tried to calm herself throughout the conversation that seemed to be becoming the foundation of her evening at the gathering.
Drew seemed pleasantly surprised with Savannah's praise, and the pleased look brought an immediate grin to her face as she knew she had really grabbed his full attention at this point. She hadn't really thought she had made it that clear that she was a pretty consistent viewer, but Drew still seemed to understand in some sense. Hopefully he would think that she had people over, she payed half attention, and it wasn't a common occurrence. Better than thinking she spent her nights on the couch with her puffy cat.
He seemed to still have the night show host switch on, turning her compliment right back at her, causing Savannah to blush. She tried not to listen to outside criticism, but when she received praise she couldn't help put pay at least a little attention here and there. And it didn't help when someone like Drew repeated it directly to her. Savannah tried to shake her head and avoid the topic, but Drew was adamant in proving his point. Still rocking here and there, Savannah let out a sigh of defeat. "Alright, alright..." They could be having much worse arguments, it was just that Savannah wasn't used to this kind of treatment. "So it isn't as easy as it looks. I guess I'm just used to it? It feels like hiding to me, but I'll let it go just for you."
"I mean you are! No contest. You don't need some little sitcom star to tell you that," Savannah assured him during their trip to the bar, their conversation still flowing. When he asked if she was trying to take his job by turning the questions on him, Savannah put her hands in the air innocently, though still curious about his answers. She felt like all of the questions had been put on her, and she only wanted the conversation to be mutual. He wasn't meaning it very seriously, but Savannah still interjected with a giggle: "I don't think the Late, Late Show with Savannah Dalton would sell as well."
The first answer that she got was somewhat expected, and Savannah tried to look open enough while they stood so close together to give off the appearance that he didn't have to be so worried about what he said to her. There was indeed almost an air of nervousness. Savannah was actually a bit surprised, as the both of them were paid to talk for a living, and yet such an exchange could draw such emotions and anxiety from the two of them.
"Good to know," Savannah laughed in regards to the make-up, and his lack of differences between the two personas resonated with their previous conversation topic considering he really was himself on TV, whereas Savannah was someone entirely different. Drew was acting a bit more... quiet, if that was the proper description. He probably never got a lot of people asking him questions back, and Savannah tried to be delicate about it. After all, it was his job to ask questions, not receive them.
"I'll stick to my wine, thanks," she nodded, and before she could add anything else to prompt him further, Drew handed her the drink that she had achknowledged she was fine without. Not really understanding why, she took the glass and watched him curiously and carefully as he crumpled up four napkins into balls.
Of all the things that Savannah expected, juggling was the last. Savannah's eyes widened with a new chuckle, having thought he would say something calm that perhaps would just spur a new conversation. And here she was, watching this late night show host juggle napkins in front of her. She couldn't help but keep giggling here and there, and especially when he immediately dropped one of the four napkins. Not that she could do any better. Drew seemed to want to impress her, as cued in by his wink, which he didn't need to. Savannah was already impressed and slightly enamored (though she couldn't quite describe or realize the latter herself) with him. It wasn't long before Drew dropped a second napkin and Savannah kept her eyes trained on the remaining two, one going high in the air and the other into Drew's pocket. Once Drew's glass was back in his hand, Savannah clapped for him for a second, the two of them settling down at the bar. "I can't top that." Though juggling wasn't the most "manly" talent, Savannah wasn't one for gender stereotypes, and it was definitely a top tier conversation starter.
The art comment was definitely another attempt to impress her, "I gotta hand it to you, that's all pretty impressive. Very swoon worthy. Who wouldn't go for a talk show host who also has a hand for art? Almost The Bachelor material," Savannah teased light-heartedly. Her glass now resting on the bar, Savannah's hands ended up in her lap and she was still at full attention. She didn't have any particularly surprising talents like his juggling, and she wasn't planning on offering any. "But juggling takes the cake for the cool factor, of course."
"I hope you know I can't compete with that. I'm good at taking naps and baking, but I think you already know about the latter," which they had already very much discussed the first time they had met. After all, it was what really started their friendship. If that was what it was meant to be. WORDS 983 NOTES I finally got time to finish this during the patriots game today - I'm finally settled back into my dorm for the fresh semester c: MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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