two scoops of the vanilla *open*

[KRYSS GRACE MORALES]

K               Y               R              S             S                              Kryss woke up to the worst hangover in hangover history. She had no idea what she did last night, but she knew    there were no crazy substances involved, on this so called hangover would be ten times worse than it was. Her hair was every which way on her white and pinks striped pillow case. Leaning up, she checked the clock, realizing it was early afternoon. It was only a little after twelve, and she just remember she had a script overview at one thirty. Cursing under her breath, she got up throwing her feet over the side of her bed, trying to find reasons to cancel. Kryss moved her hair out of her face and got up to open her bedroom curtains, looking at the sunny New York skyline. She decided to pop some advil and hop in the shower. Once her shower was done, she dried her hair, did her makeup, and put on her outfit. Nothing fancy, something casual enough to feel comfortable, but not too comfy so they'd think she was serious. The lovely advil hadn't kicked in yet, but she still had somewhere to be.  She called herself a cab, and surprisingly the NYC traffic didn't hold her long. It was about one on the dot when she got out and walked down to the restaurant, realizing they weren't there, she stood outside. Maybe she could have a smoke or something before they showed up. She didn't want to look like a loner sitting on her own. Today was a pretty nice day, maybe she could go grab a smoothie or something? Pink berry was right down the street and it was walking distance. She really did like pink berry, even though it sounded like the most childish thing on the planet. Shrugging, she walked down the street, stepping into the pink berry store. The place was just about empty so the wait wasn't long. It wasn't until she got to the front of the line, when the cashier said something about a machine needing to be refilled, and he went into this pity party story about how he was the only one on staff that could fix it. Kryss, in her normal fashion, looked up with a face of disinterest. She flagged him off and whipped out her phone. She just wanted her mixed berry smoothie, she didn't ask for the life story. Flipping her hair, she scrolled through her instagram looking at another person's picture. "Ew, could she show anymore stomach." she said aloud before moving onto the next photo.

[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

dom brady

tagged - kryss | words - 879 | outfit - click
notes - mer, sorry for all the useless rambling

Over the last eight months Dom found himself in the public light more and more. Everything had been a blur of press meetings with radio stations, magazines and label executives, listening parties and more. If that wasn’t enough, there was also the added pressure from the record label for Dom to release a mixtape. The intention behind the tactic was to earn more attention for himself and hype up his name so that audiences would be more inclined to buy his album. Before he’d gone into the music industry Dominic knew that putting out an album was no easy task, but he couldn’t imagine that it would require this much work. There were plenty of times when he wanted to back out and call it quits and go back to focusing on his acting. It was the support and encouragement of friends that boosted his morale and kept him optimistic, even if that optimism wavered to a wisp every now and then.

But now it was all over. At least for the time being. His very first album, Fortune, had finally been released to the public in December just weeks before Christmas, another smart executive move on his label’s part. And the release of the mixtape, Boy In Detention, just a month before was the extra push Dominic’s debut needed. The sales were good, nothing to be blown out of the water about, but he did well for his first album. Now he was gearing up for his first big tour which would kick off that July in his hometown of Philadelphia. It was exciting, but exhausting and intimidating at the same time. A year ago he’d had no intentions of delving into the music business and now here he was, establishing himself as a new R&B artist. Sometimes the whole thing seemed nothing but surreal to him. When he wasn’t busy with his music, acting filled up the rest of his plate.

Between those tedious label meetings and press appearances, Dom had been busy wrapping up filming for Due Date and Switch, the latter of which he (thankfully) did not have to spend as much shooting since his role was so small. Then of course there were the premieres for his three movie releases, one of which he had the starring role, and the accompanying interviews. And to add more to an already heaping workload, he’d been forced to start filming for the Fox series Justice League in the fall. All of the rigorous work and running around didn’t come without its consequences. It took its toll on his body and Dominic ended up falling ill in February. Luckily, filming for Justice League had wrapped and his music was no longer a major issue; however, he’d been forced to miss the premiere of Due Date although that wasn’t terribly bad. He and Mikaela had been on rocky terms as of late and the last thing he needed was another episode of drama piled on top of his stresses.

But that was all behind him now. Being back in New York with no meetings, recording sessions or press conferences to worry about was very grounding. For the time being, the executives at the label and his management team were letting him take some down time to rest and let everything from the past eight months settle on his mind. Technically he was supposed to have been in Los Angeles filming for his new movie Barfight Rebellion right now, but he’d requested a short break away from the set. Hell, even if the director didn’t grant him leave of absence Dom still wouldn’t have taken it. For as much as he’d been busting his ass over the past year he sure as hell deserved a break.

Today was a reflection of that. Dom didn’t roll out of bed until one thirty in the afternoon and it was only because Reina was making a huge fuss to go outside. After a cold shower and two bowls of Corn Pops, Dominic grabbed his dog’s leash and they headed out the door. On the way back home from their walk, the bright colorful Pinkberry sign caught his eye. Unable to resist the savory ice cream, Dominic hitched Reina to a pole, promised he wouldn’t be long and headed inside the ice cream shop. He walked up to the counter to place his order when a familiar voice caught his attention. Dominic looked to see none other than Kryss standing further down at the register, apparently waiting for whatever she ordered to arrive. With a small smirk, he snickered softly with a shake of his head and headed towards Kryss. He’d been so busy lately that he’d barely had a chance to talk to her in a while. Fancy bumping into her at an ice cream shop.

“I don’t know man, the more skin the better. Maybe you should put one up there and show her what she’s up against. We can use my camera if you want,” Dominic suggested, and he flashed her a flirty smile. He and Kryss were very good friends, always managing to get themselves into trouble when they got together. But of course that never stopped him from flirting. “Boundaries” wasn’t a term that he understood very well.

credit to Delusional

[KRYSS GRACE MORALES]

K               Y               R              S             S                              A large smile began to form on her face, immediately recognizing the person's voice behind her. She moved her hair from her face, not bothering to look up. It had to be Dom. She didn't tolerate random guys walking up to her and saying whatever they wanted. Anyone with a brain knew this. Surprisingly, she didn't mind him at all. Kryss didn't have many friends, the ones the tabloids dubbed as her "besties" weren't really her friends. People don't like to put up with Kryss' attitude, and it didn't phase her at all. She moved on, in hopes of finding people that did what she said. Girls never liked her anyway. She was far too touchy for their tastes, and Kryss usually got to close to their boyfriends as well. The girls knew better than to call her a whore, but the feeling was portrayed mostly by actions. Kyrss continued to scroll, finally looking up at Dom. "These girls aren't as pretty as me. Why bother with the competition if you already know you're going to win? That's no fun." She did a quick fake pout, moving her hair from her face as she did so. Kryss and Dom were a good match for each other. Not romantically, as Kryss didn't see him as much of a long term relationship type thing. (But then again she wasn't interested in long term with anyone.) Dom was a good guy to use for fun activities. Getting drunk, going to a club, or things of that sort. Another thing Kryss liked about being around Dom, was that trouble always found them when they were together. Kryss loves trouble, and if she doesn't go looking for it, she gladly welcomes it with open arms. She doubted there was much trouble to be had at the pinkberry store, but they could always go somewhere else later in the day.  "Long time, no touch." Kryss said before poking Dom in his stomach. "What have you been up to?" Kryss cared more about his spare time than she wished to admit. He was a cool guy to have around, and if the tabloids decided to dub anyone as a friend of hers, she'd rather it be him over a random girl that Kryss never really wanted to hang around.

[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

dom brady

tagged - kryss | words - 521 | outfit - click
notes - meh, i am not a fan of this one either

Dominic's height easily allowed him to peer over Kryss' shoulder as she scrolled through picture after picture on her Instagram page. There were a couple girls on the small screen who caught his eye, but Dom didn't bother to vocalize the thoughts that were going through his head. For one thing he knew how Kryss was with other females and how competitive she could get. For another, he wanted to make sure that he still got laid. Of course they weren't dating or anything so it wasn't so much that he had to hide the fact that he was checking out other women; Dom didn't give a damn about that. But it was always easier to gain bonus points with women when you agreed with them and simultaneously boosted their confidence. Guy code number one.

Of course what some of the other douchebag guys failed to realize was that you still had to be sincere because in some freakish manner, women could detect a lie before it even finished forming in your head. That was why he wouldn't lie to Kryss, or any of his other pursuits for that matter, when it came to complimenting them. Not that he would need to anyway. Flattering women was a piece of cake because it was so easy to highlight their perfections. They were all beautiful. "So make them hate," he replied, with a small shrug. "Rub it in their face how much of a badass you are. That's always fun, right? Just make them jealous of you."

At least that was his understanding of the female methods of competition. He didn't understand it fully himself, but he heard enough of it when he had the misfortune of listening to girl talk. After all men didn't show off for other men, and yet girls were obsessed with impressing each other to the point of humiliation. Beautiful, yet sadistic. Dom mimicked Kryss' fake pout for just a second before his face broke into a small grin. "Woah, careful where you put those fingers." He lowered his voice so only she could hear him. "You know what can happen." He gave her a knowing look and smirked playfully. Dom rubbed his hand through his bleached hair before letting his arm drop with a light sigh.

"Not much really. I've just been bumming it out. I have an apartment out an LA now so I'm still trying to get settled over there. But I'm here for the weekend if you want to get into anything.." His tone of voice and the devious look in his eyes clearly stated that he was ready for trouble. Dominic had been laying low off the radar for the past couple months, partially as a result of being wiped from all the work he'd been doing and partially on orders for his manager. But the wild fire in him had never really died down. It had only been waiting quietly to be rekindled. But now that he was recuperated and his workload had decreased, boredom was taking over again and he was looking for a way to release the built up tension.

credit to Delusional