Nervous About Why We're Here, Or The Flying Bit? Because Same, About The Reason We're Here. Ah, It's

Yeah, it's not for everyone. But if you're with the right people doing something you enjoy it's not bad. Vegas certainly has a shitload of those running around, showgirls too! I've seen more showgirls on the strip than I have Elvis imposters. Is this your first time being here, or something totally new?

vegas is not exactly my scene but here we are. suppose i can make the most my time here, maybe get my photo taken with an elvis imposter. any of the random touristy things i've seen people do will be good, i suppose. i guess it's a good thing that i haven't been up to much besides my return to broadway. this all feels slightly surreal. @hwstarters

One of my favorite things about going to different places is trying out their cuisine. I'll admit, I've never heard of sago pudding or banana flower salad but both sound so delicious, is this something I should try? Was it good? What else do you have on this bucket list of yours? Ah, I'm in the mood for some thrilling adventure actually. Snorkeling the reefs is something I can't leave without doing for sure, but I saw some people cliff diving and while plummeting to the ocean so high up scares me, it makes me want to do it more.

so i decided to try some of the local cuisine today. i tried sago pudding i think it's what they called it and i also tried a banana flower salad. i suppose i can cross that off my bucket list but they weren't on it to begin with. any big plans for you while we are here? @palvinfms

At this point, the more prepared side of me should have this go bag ready for whatever impromptu trip we're summoned on but even then I fear something will go missed. It's awful, really. I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only one who forgets things sometimes. I'm definitely not upset about having to go shopping, I was planning on doing it anyways, but this just gives me a solidified reason other than 'I wanted to'. And having a shopping buddy is always the best way to do it.

oh my god, i feel i could start packing weeks in advance and there would still be something that i forget. i like your excuse though of meaning we get to go shopping. i would love to go with you.

Alright so most of what I've heard, people didn't have that great of a time in Vegas. I need to hear that someone had a great time and when I think great time and Vegas you immediately come to mind, you just seem like that kinda guy. I had a great time, for the most part. No menacing, completely random, slightly off-putting text is gonna throw my groove off. So, Joe -- how was Vegas for you? Dancing on top of cars? Stumbling out of bars? Ah, see what I did there? @josvphs

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.

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

BARBARA PALVIN. via Instagram.

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cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater number one . . . was the fun worth ending your marriage? you were serving more than looks, barbie! how about those divorce papers? it's a real shame you can't call yourself a MILF now... though by a technicality, you might still qualify. baby sprouse or baby jonas? the possibilities are quite endless. aren't they?

The hot steam from the shower relaxed muscles she didn't even know were tense, she needed this. A long, scalding hot shower so she could just be and not wear the mask that she's donned on with just about everyone else. In truth, Barbara hasn't been happy for a long while. Things with her marriage started out great, as any marriage would. But as time went on, she could feel the disconnect between her and Dylan, smiles that didn't reach eyes, going to bed without any 'I love you's.' she was a prisoner in her own marriage and she hated it. So, Barbara sought out the comfort, in whatever form it came in with Nick instead. It was a whirlwind of excitement and fire and not too long after that, Barbara was filing for divorce. Not wanting to stay in a marriage where she was no longer happy. That whirlwind of excitement and fire turned to instant nerves when she found out she was pregnant, the math not giving her a clear answer as to who's baby it was - Nick's or Dylan's. The nerves were the loudest emotion she had during that time, but the small seed of excitement of being a mother was there - until it was ripped away from her, leaving her in a mess of anger and hate like she hasn't felt before. The steam is almost suffocating, but she revels in it - eyes closed as she leans her back against the shower wall. That's when she hears her phone and her jaw locks, he really did have the most awful timing ever didn't he? Pulling back the curtain, Barbara dries her hand on a throw towel before grabbing her phone and swiping up to unlock. So it wasn't Nick - this time at least. She reads the text, then rereads it again, and again almost wishing that it would just disappear. The tears, a mix of sadness at what could of been and anger for what did happen blur her vision as her throat tightens. 'Fuck the fuck off, why don't you?' She sends the quick text before tossing the phone away from her, the device landing with a thud at the bottom of her bathroom door. This charade of pretending to be okay was slowly coming undone and she fucking hated it, she hated herself for everything she lost.

Me? A Queen? Ugh, you're so sweet. You are such a Queen. Oh, how did I forget about your Coachella one? That one was also good. You got a lot of shit from BBC or people in general? Who do I have to fight?

Yeah but coming from a queen as yourself means so much so thank you! Oh my gosh really? That's one of mine as well, next to my Coachella one. Right? And that was very hard for me might I add. Oh I got a lot of shit but I'm kinda used to it now sadly.