A House With A Guest Room… In Vegas ?!?

I’ll buy you a drink before you steal my darling Mina away 😣

What are everyone’s Mania plans? I was thinking of getting a hotel and giving a lot of money to showgirls and boys wearing nothing but feathers 🦚

Toni smiled at their little agreement, flipping her hand to lay palm-up on the table, a silent invitation for Megan to possibly hold her hand. There's no pressure to commit today, but Toni wants Megan to know that she's interested in her.

Her frows burrowed and she puffed out her cheeks at the Amazon woman in front of her. "Don't tell them that! I can pay if I want to."

"Ooh, bar snacks! I'll definitely do chips and dip." Toni fished into her jeans, placing her card on the table. "I'm still going to help pay, you can't stop me." She playfully poked her tongue out at the woman across from her. A finger dragged underneath the words on the menu, her eyes darting between the words and Megan. Their eyes meet, causing an embarrassed flush to spread across her face. 'First date of many.' Oh. Oh! It was a date!

"If this goes well, I'd love to see you a lot more!" Her stomach twisted and turned from nerves. "I just..." Toni looked down, trying to focus on her words. "I don't know if I'm ready to commit to anything right now?" She looked back up to assess Megan's reaction. Her eyes widened, hands slamming flat onto the table. "That could always change! I think you're a very beautiful woman, I just want to get to know you before we put a name on..." Her hand waves back and forth between them, "this."

Her head began to swim, thoughts rushing through her head. Her hands came up to rub her temples, head hanging down. "ugh, I'm sorry. I haven't been on a date in a long time... I'm not really good at the whole 'having a personal life outside of work' thing." Toni felt thick in the head, her mouth moving before her head could think about what she was saying. That's probably exactly the same way Megan had felt and Toni just made it seem like she was expecting more from just one night.

[ 📲 ] I can help you bring some things over instead of drinks, my darling ❤️

[ 📲 ] Can you believe I am married! I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it...

[ 📲 ] I'll be around tomorrow night, if you'd like to meet then

incoming text ... @hcllywoodending

[ sms ] — my starlight, i did not know you would be here in vegas ! i thought you were resting as a star should. how are you doing ? is everything going all well ?

[ sms ] — we need to catch up soon since i am here still and won't be leaving until the event closes. after this, i am completely free !

Joan Crawford

Ah, yes, heavy are the hips that wear the strap.

I don’t think I am that short. Maybe they’re comparing me to NYC. What are other big apples?

What does it mean to be ‘three apples tall’ Do people think I’m extremely short? The meaning is lost on me.

who : @themegasus when : april 9 , post-dynamite where : Live Music Bar in Baltimore

( sms ) to Bayne

( 💬 ) I found this cute little spot.

( 💬 ) [ location sharing now active ]

( 💬 ) Hope you don’t mind that I picked the place.

Guitars sang from inside the bar, the concrete beneath her feet gently bounced with every hit of the bass drum inside. Perhaps live music wasn’t the vibe the other was going for, but Toni came to the conclusion that it was much more inconspicuous and easier than a nightclub or a bar with bright lights.

It’s been a while since she had properly taken time off to go out after a show. She typically would turn in for the night in her hotel, writing down new ideas to share with Tony Khan, or sketch up gear ideas for the next show, but this was a nice change of pace. She held the arms of her sweater close to her body to keep warm as she waited. The weather wasn’t terribly cold, but it definitely wasn’t the warm weather she has come to expect from her home in Florida.

Toni’s hair was still curled and face still ‘glammed up’ from the show they had just finished not too long ago. Though, rather than the black getup she had donned just hours prior, she was dressed down in a sweater and jeans - large sunglasses propped up on her nose as if they concealed her identity. She gently rocked forward and back on her feet, looking down at the dimly lit sidewalks for a familiar face.

You’ve convinced me — I will Destroy her and win! ☺️

In a perfect world, I get to keep my belt 24/7 and continue to bring it to business dinners and events. Yes, I may be cocky, but I worked hard to be cocky! I’m allowed :-)

Start telling people that you’re dressed for their funeral.. It will make a lot more people leave you alone 🤭

If i had a dollar for every time someone told me, I look like I'm dressed for a funeral I'd literally be a millionaire. Also, I'd like to point out I'm living my best lil goth life so go play in traffic.