Joncs - Blog Posts
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.
These days, she wasn't exactly thrilled to be receiving texts. They either came from her old manager ( because after recent events you bet your ass Barbara left his agency ) begging she come back, pretending as if nothing happened, or Dylan also asking if they could mend their relationship, or they were from this hacker who seemed to know the very thing Barbara didn't talk about, or Nick - who thought it was her fault that this person knew. She considered leaving him on read after the last batch of texts they exchanged, and she did, for a good twenty minutes before she replied with one simple word; fine. And now, thanks to the hacker here they all were again, this time in the Maldives. And though she was meeting Nick for drinks to talk about things, she wasn't going to piss this vacation away. After getting settled into her room and getting out of her airport clothes and donned on some clothes more fitting for the Maldives, the model made her way to one of the bars where she'd meet the musician to talk things over. Stepping up to the counter, hues met with the bartender as she flashes him a smile, "Whatever your strongest drink is, I'll take it." She had a feeling she was going to need it. @joncs
barbara: for you to honestly think that i would say something that would put the custody you have in jeopardy is ridiculous and downright insulting. barbara: i. didn't. say. anything. to anyone. i kept it between us. i don't know how someone would know, let alone if they know about this or if they're talking about something else entirely. oh trust me, that much is clear because you would be looking at all the possibilities instead of immediately blaming me.
nick: you do know that if priyanka finds out about our affair i may lose custody of my daughter? i know you don't know her, but jealousy is an understatement when it comes to her. straight up possession like the fucking exorcist. nick: of course everyone got it... that means that someone talked. and i didn't talk... so you must've had to talk. how else would this mysterious hacker guy know? i'm no bill nye the fucking science guy, but it's SCIENCE, barbie. SCIENCE.
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?!
barbara: formalities aren't your strong suit today, are they? hi nick, i'd ask how you are but judging by the urge of this text i'll take a shot in the dark and say not great. barbara: what's up?
𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 → 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚.
nick: we need to talk... and not like in a few hours. now. now we need to talk. @palvinfms
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
