tapping the bar to give the bartender a heads up; no verbal communication needed as peach is a 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳. “i’ll have my usual. and she’ll have ...”
glancing over to the other, prompting a response.
﹙ slow blinking, evie showing many similarities to other people she’s 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥––––it’s mostly pity money, peach finding herself embarassed to be around those who aren’t as wealthy as her. ﹚
it’s 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, doll. but you better +
you’re serious about this?
( her hearts pounding against her chest ; things like this didn’t happen to her. )
thank you. this.. is like, fucking life changing.
/ ok, ok, hear me out ... peach has a preference for women imo but if she had a man she would clock his shit all day everyday. they dont fight, she tells him to shut up and he does. send tweet
eugh—this humble act gets you nowhere. just take it. you can owe me a favor if you feel too bad.
( practically shoving the check into her hands, unimpressed look plastered upon her face. )
( eyebrows furrow until she takes the slip of paper and her eyes go wide. )
whoa, i cannot take this.
( as much as she 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 to, she can’t. she wasn’t one for handouts. )
oh, you 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 thing !
( pulling a check out of her bag, scribbling down a number far too big for most people to comprehend–somewhere around the 50,000 mark. )
my good karma for the day ! i’m feeling generous ... besides, +
wealthy businesses that are quick frankly everything 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 with new york. “beck’s an expensive girl at heart, i don’t think she’ll enjoy ... 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.” subtle gesture to the alcohol in joe’s hands.
truth is, she 𝘥𝘪𝘥 stalk him; well—𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 is a very harsh word, one that she wouldn’t use to describe herself. she sees it as ... looking out for beck, of course. something that joseph 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 hasn’t mastered yet. +
sell her innocent demeanour. “wow, joseph! so ... nice to see you. i’m just here visiting smaller, family – owned stores, you know? giving back to the people. it’s what i do.” she smiles, gesturing to the strip of less +