THAT LITTLE BIT OF FREETIME (OPEN)

[lennox]

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[atrb=width,100] LENNOX TAGS NO ONE YET! LENNOX IS WEARING THIS. HIS STORY IS 535 WORDS LONG. THIS POST IS COMPLETE.

[atrb=width,300] lennox was dressed up far more than most people in the five guys with him were, but he didn't care. if he'd cared what people thought, he long ago would have shriveled up into a tiny mass of squishy substance under the weight of his older brother connor's scrutiny. no, lennox selwyn was far from caring what people thought. so, he stood in line alone in the five guys, awaiting his burger as it sizzled and cooked on the grill, dressed in a tailored black suit, pin-striped shirt, and pink tie. with his hands in his pockets, he could feel his phone buzz against his fingers, and he pulled it out to see the newest text message from his brother connor. get home now, you fairy, and take care of asher. i can't do this all by myself. lennox rolled his eyes and sighed audibly, drawing the attention of the people around him, but he ignored them. no, he highly doubted connor could handle anything by himself. if he wasn't hand-held everywhere then he probably would have been shot and killed by now. lennox didn't terribly miss his father, to be honest, but he would have preferred connor had been the one with the broken ribs demanding to be shot on that day during the earthquake. then he wouldn't have to be babysitting his older brother. although he hadn't liked it, lennox knew kahlan was right about connor needing family around him to keep him sane. he'd wished she would have chosen asher to head to california, but in her eyes (and in the eyes of the other two brothers), asher was still their little brother they had to take care of. they still didn't see him as one able to take care of them. so, lennox got stuck with 'watching over' connor and his insane antics, watching him come home late at night covered in blood and too angry to speak and then dealing with him constantly assuming he was gay because he'd been an actor for several years. that was the worst part. sometimes he thought connor knew he wasn't, and he just said it to piss him off. his phone vibrated in his pocket again, but this time he ignored it. there was a good chance it was just another frantic text from connor, and he really didn't want to deal with it any more than he already did. this outing to five guys was his first time out alone in, well, he couldn't even remember how long. finally, his order came up and he grabbed the greasy bag and made his way to a table by the window overlooking the ocean across the street. even though it wasn't ireland, he had to admit the view was nice. it relaxed him from all of the stress he'd been carrying since he had been living under the same roof as connor again for the first time since they were teenagers. the mansion just wasn't big enough for the two of them. pulling out fries, one at the time, lennox watched the waves and lost himself in his thoughts. so consumed was he that he barely noticed the people coming and going around him.

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[steph7]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(); width: 500px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] I TOOK FULL ADVANTAGE OF BEING TAKEN FULL ADVANTAGE OF Ugh. The golden blonde stood on the sidewalk looking down at her diamond encrusted gold watch on her slender wrist. Her heels clicked a bit as she waited patiently for her driver to show up. She stood in front of Five Guys after having to walk around the block to avoid the paparazzi following her around. The wind blew and the salty air smelled toxic. It wasn't as refreshing or clean as the air in Monaco. The sand wasn't as white. The water wasn't as blue. The one thing she would give this California city-town was that it had a...home-feel to it. The coziness of it all made her want to kick off her heels and lay back in a beach chair made of washed up, weathered boards and sink her toes into the sand. Sometimes. Not always. Like right now? The queen of Monaco couldn't be bothered with such a trivial matter. Looking down at her phone, she called once again to get a busy tone. What on earth was he doing that his phone was starting to send her straight to voice mail? Taking a deep breathe, she lifted her round and posh sunglasses a bit to look around at the other pedestrians. Some stopped and pointed, probably tourists, and others just continued on by like they should, ignoring her and her lost self. She let her sunglasses slip back on as she looked up at the sign of the store behind her. Five Guys? She never heard of it which made her feel strangely alienated. She was used to knowing every inch of Monte Carlo and Monaco City that not knowing the place she was in very well made her stomach churn in an unpleasant sort of way. Not even thinking twice about it, she walked right in, figuring the unpleasant feeling was probably hunger. Not that she got hungry often. She was skinny enough to prove so. Walking in with her long legs that seemed to go on forever, her large heels clicked in response to her confident and seemingly cold stance as she looked up at the menu, attempting to decide on what she wanted. Settling on a strawberry milkshake-small-which she probably wouldn't finish, she turned to find a seat so she turned to find a seat so she could wait for her driver in the meantime. Instead, her eyes landed on a familiar someone from her wonderful second home, Monte Carlo. They had met when he'd been a big shot gambler at a casino and of course, being she was the queen and strolling around, she had ended up next to him at the table, blowing on his dice for good luck. It had all been for fun- a few years ago...not too long before she'd become queen. Back then she'd just been a princess. Without even bothering to say anything, she slipped into the seat across from him and put her sunglasses over her tousle of loose curls, "A Selwyn. Never thought I'd get to get a glimpse of another one, yes?" she smiled sweetly at him, her French accent strong with every syllable and consonant, "At least I got to catch my favorite," Lennox had always been her favorite. She knew of the others-apparently her fiancee Jean had a few connections with them-but she'd only ever truly liked Lennox. He wasn't the type to make an ass out of himself...most of the time. click for outfit - 575 words

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[lennox]

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[atrb=width,100] LENNOX TAGS ANAIS LENNOX IS WEARING THIS. HIS STORY IS 605 WORDS LONG. THIS POST IS COMPLETE.

[atrb=width,300] finally his number was announced, and he went to the counter to retrieve his meal. the grease positively leaked through the brown paper sack, and lennox smiled. it was so unhealthy to eat here, and that was exactly why he loved it. he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket as he took his seat by the window, but he ignored it once again. he needed some time away. now that asher had shown up, it was only worse. connor was training him into the perfect little connor replica, and it angered and sickened lennox. he'd always looked after his little brother asher, ever since he'd been so sick as a child, and he hated seeing the younger man following so mindlessly after their older brother. it saddened him, but he knew he could never talk sense into him. if he tried, he would just become the bad guy, and then asher would close him out permanently. so, he kept his mouth shut and kept his opinions and worries to himself. he was lost in these thoughts, as he munched on his greasy french fries, as a french accent piped in behind him. as he turned, a nonchalant look on his face, he noticed the source of the voice. a smile spread over his face as he recognized anais. he remembered her from his weeks spent in monte carlo, spending his money and making even more in return. she had become his good luck charm, and then he'd almost had a heart attack when he'd found out she was a fucking princess. he'd had her blowing on his dice for good luck, and thinking how beautiful she was and whether he could steal a kiss from her before the night was over, for a whole week before he'd found out. once he had, he had been glad he was scheduled to leave for the states before he had to face the mess that would have made. he could imagine the bitching out he'd get from connor if his brother knew he'd been photographed at the side of monaco's princess. according to connor, selwyns were supposed to lay low at all times, and getting one's picture taken was like the cardinal sin. oh well. standing from his chair, lennox pulled the slender beauty into a hug and then held her out at arm's length to get a look at her. she looked a bit thinner than when he'd last seen her, but that had been over a good year before now. "anais, how in the world did we meet again in..." he glanced around their surroundings and smiled broadly, "... in a place like this? how have you been?" taking her hand, he kissed the back of it and motioned for her to take the seat opposite him, moving to pull it out for her to sit. as he took his seat once more, he admired her beautiful face and remembered why he'd been so drawn to her. she had that natural poise of royalty that he loved so much, and her european accent made him feel at home, even if it was french and not irish. seeing her familiar face made him feel at ease in a way he hadn't felt since arriving in california. he was here for a brother who didn't even like him and for reasons that were not his own, but anais, his old acquaintance and friend, made him realize he wasn't entirely alone. but how in the world had they met up in such a random place after so long? and what was she doing in sapphire bay of all places?

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