Loose Lips Gossip - White Hot July ((Open to Reactions))

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An International Day of Mourning For All the Single Ladies A Few Pecks For Those Not In The Know My my, my darlings. We have some juicy bites to get through today. The kind that leaves your chin wet and you wanting more. We have news to make you laugh, cry, and raise an eyebrow over. As Adele belts out smoother than silk "Rumor Has It." I've got some grand information, speculation, and down right gossip for you, my precious mint juleps. First in our roll-call of discoveries, a son of the first family of superheroing is turning heads and a few ankles around town. And while we look at that pretty boy charm, we learn about the hot young model on his arm. It seems Ryan Grimm has been getting hot and heavy about town with Mellie the Model. While Mellie is a fast rising star in the modeling world, she comes by it honestly. She's the daughter of eternal fashion icon Millie the Model. I think the way these two sizzle together it won't be long until we catch them in flagrante delicto. This next one comes from the little pile between oh, really and seen that coming. While it is a known fact to all you dear little readers about Eva Worthington's temper, it seems she has a need for spice as hot as her tantrums. I've been getting reports young Miss Worth-a-ton has been spotted out with Braden Benton at a couple events. Though Eva seems to try to be hiding it by trying to movie out of the last couple selfies Braden has posted on Instagram. And let us not forget how we all know Braden. From my interview a month ago and that he's our favorite reality TV star who came to fame after his sex tape was a huge hit. Now, we all know who much and how well he can use it. So, Eva, dearheart, do enjoy that ride. Dancing in the dark does this and more, I hear. It's time for my weekly analysis of someone on the social scene. And beyond belief today's object of scrutiny is growing in social stature. Alistaire Shaw used to crash whatever party or club he wanted. I say crash because I'm never sure if he was even invited before. But now, he has parties and venues young hedonists are flocking, too. Seems everyone's expected androgynous party boy is using years of knowledge to his benefit. I for one give him props. Even if I doubt this will get him to the hot prominence of his grandfather, I look forward to being proven wrong. Looks like Little Mister Shaw finally got something right. I thought my surprise at Alistaire Shaw's growing standing couldn't be topped. I mean these Shaws have been making tongues wag a lot lately, but this next bit of information floored me, my purple prose loving lambchops. Weeks after being missing from the most important city in the world after the resurrection bash for her father, Stephanie Shaw appeared. That was only a minor blow to our hopes that everyone's favorite soccer-playing businessman was free and single. Ms. Shaw's reappearance was only a blip before disappearing again. And this is where our mourning comes in, my sad little tulips. She took the Brazilian billionaire of everybody's dreams back to his home turf. And married him. That's right, m'dears. Marcleo Alencar da Silva's off the market until the rigors of socialite marriage ends like it normally does. My international sources, and yes I have those, tell me the wedding was a small affair with the now Mrs. da Silva being given away by her almost bride, Brooke Wyngarde. The only family member present at the ceremony was Marcelo's silver fox of a father. If that isn't a thing to make you go 'hmmm,' I don't know what is. And that's the best of what I've got sourced lately. See you darlings soon for more tasty tidbits I have waiting for some minor confirmation. Mazel tov to the Starks for not making it in here. And for that other thing, too. Mwah!

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[hellfire_empath]

It was beautiful. Small and elegant. Would never have expected it of the Brazilian, but he surprised me. And treated me like I was family, almost, the room he put me up in and everything.

Things at the school are...slowly getting better.

How are you? I miss you.

[call_me_phobos]

Work is good. People are wearing my clothing and enjoying it. My sister is well. I'm even getting along with her boyfriend. Or at least we don't hate each other.

:)

I miss you, too. When can I see you again?

[hellfire_empath]

He's Captain America's kid, isn't he? Of course you're going to get along with him. Everyone will. Boyscout.

Tonight? Dinner? You, me. Someplace quiet and candlelit and intimate.

[call_me_phobos]

He's very agreeable and Roxanne cares for him. I suppose that's good enough. Dinner sounds wonderful. What time?

[hellfire_empath]

The House? It's this charming little place. Maybe seven-thirty?

[call_me_phobos]

Yes. Seven-thirty. I can't wait to see you.


Alexander couldn't fly but he felt like he could. There was a strange feeling in his chest that moved down to his stomach. He would have called it indigestion once but he knew what it really was.

He took a deep breath.

For once, the demi-god of Fear understood.