When It Comes To Packing, I'm A Very Last Minute Person. I Hate It So Much, The Packing - Not Being A

I've been a few times and have always had a good time, ziplining over Freemont street was fun. What's the one thing you've always wanted to do in Vegas? Or even see? We can start with that. Plus side to Vegas too, you're free to walk on the strip with a pint.

i'm a free man for now with my projects being in post production and i have to say vegas is new for me. I never really had the time to visit even though i've heard incredible stories about what goes on here. thinking of doing some site seeing if anyone wants to join me. may get a pint later on. @hwstarters

BARBARA PALVIN. via Instagram.

I need to know, are we allowed to talk about Madame Web yet? Because I have questions, and theories, and with those theories more questions. Have you seen it? Or at the very least got some of the in about it, if you know what I mean? @hcllandstcm

Kendall, love! Sad that we missed each other in Vegas, it would have been cool to meet up and go out for a night, I hope you had a good time though! What'd you think of the whole reason we were there to begin with? @kennnywtf

His voice was as smooth as glass and as sharp as a freshly sharpened kitchen knife, slicing through the air between them as azure hues landed on his figure. A perfect brow arches as he orders the same thing as her, her own smirk teasing on her lips, “Aw, way to hurt my feelings, Nick.” Mentally, Barbara had one foot behind this steel fortress she built around herself when her marriage crumbled apart, and the other out in the open - naive and vulnerable. She hated that part of herself, wished she could just… push her behind that wall. However, recent events kept chipping away at that wall, the facade she had donned on for the last few months slowly coming undone. “I’m starting to think we should all just start a group chat with this entire thing.” Barbara replies with a soft laugh, having noticed the same people she saw in Vegas now here in the Maldives. All for one reason, and one reason only. 

Her attention was momentarily pulled in the direction of the bartender who places their drinks down, giving him a warm smile in thanks as a hand encircled the chilled glass. “Here’s to two weeks of hopefully peaceful paradise.” She lifts her glass in the small toast before taking a drink, the strong liquor sending that delicious burn down her throat. Licking the excess liquor from her lips, Barbara leans her hip against the counter. “We were never really good at small talk, Nick.” The model points out with a small hum, the tiniest bit of smiles playing at the corners of her lips. What was once… light and fun, was now coated in the thickness of the tension with the events that had transpired. And she hated it. She wasn’t a fan of confrontation or tension, and would rather avoid it at all costs quite honestly, but this was something that couldn’t be avoided. This wasn’t something she could just read and toss aside, ignoring it for the rest of the night. “So, are we talking this out like the adults that we are - or are we playing the one sided blame game again?"

while being away from his daughter wasn't something that nick had particuarly enjoyed, in his mind, he knew trips like these were absolutely mandatory knowing the consequences. he hated the fact of lying to his family, friends, and even his ex wife about the places he was going, but it was certainly better than the alternative of losing custody of malti. besides, it wasn't like the maldives was the worst place to be... in fact, it was paradise. although his anxiety was at an all time high knowing the exact reason why he was there, hopefully he could find some time to relax. getting settled in his room, nick fixed his hair in the mirror. his text to barbara earlier in the evening was more than spontaneous as the last conversation they had together wasn't exactly favorable. although, there was something about the woman that nick certainly couldn't deny, and that was his attraction towards her. making his way to the elevator and down to the bar almost immediately barbara's perfected physique caught his eye. "aw, way to hurt my feelings, barb." he said with a smirk painting over his features as he overheard the conversation between her and the bartender. "make that two, please." as he cleared his throat he leaned up against the bar meeting her gaze. "funny meeting you here in paradise, huh?" nick tried to make small talk, not exactly admitting how wrong he was in the first place about their last conversation.

BARBARA PALVIN. Cannes Film Festival - Red Carpet.

Despite the conditions that they were brought to Vegas for, Barbara was going to make the best of it. Vegas was for going out, drinking with friends and all around having a good time. She was not going to fret over a text message from whoever the hell it was. With her lesser lip caught between her teeth, Barbara combed through her clothes before she found her best short party dress. It wasn't long before she was strapping on her favorite heels and grabbing her things before heading down to the hotel bar. Threading through the mass of people, Barbara would only stop for a few seconds to say hello to some people who had stopped her. Finally making her way to the bar, Barbara leaned against the counter, bright smile and all as she ordered some tequlia shots to start with. Stepping to the side as another stepped up to the bar, Barbara looked over to see Nick. "Well hello, stranger. Fancy seeing you here." The small smirk dances on her lips, "Want to do a couple shots with me?" @joncs

barbara: what could you possibly be coming to me about that involves your daughter, nicholas? barbara: wait wait wait, pump the brakes. you mean the text that literally everyone got?? from the wise words of queen swift, you need to calm down. i didn't say anything to anybody. and may i remind you, you got that text too, but did i immediately run to you and jump down your throat about it? no, i didn't.

nick: i don't have time for formalities when my daughter is involved, barbara. nick: i'm sure you received the same mysterious text message that i did a couple days ago. who the fuck did you tell? i mean, seriously?!

When the super sweet parts come on, I feel as if that entire movie is super sweet, even when it's bordering on painful and angsty. I definitely teared up the first time watching it, not so much the next few times I've seen it with some friends though.

if i ask someone to watch the notebook with me and they not only watch it but talks through it with me, asks questions to understand it better, laughs at the jokes, lets me cry in peace when the super sweet parts come on, and does not fall sleep through it…. they are the one! @hwstarters