RP WITH amodelpa | London Fashion Scene

[nothingunderit]

Braden knew he was one of those model who just really didn't fit in the world he was hovering in, and probably never would. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy it, it just meant he wasn't parading around photoshoots demanding all sorts of shit like his other model colleagues. In fact, more often than not, the photographer mistook him for a delivery

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[amodelpa]

Lauren looked on at the set up in amusement. Truth be told she was definitely over half the crap the photographers and stylists came up with. She liked simple. Whatever happened to the days when an advertisement for a pair of jeans just showed a pair of jeans? Now it was all about denim Karma Sutra and promising instant sex appeal

[nothingunderit]

Braden hesitated for a moment. He knew Francesca, but he didn't even realise a PA would come into the mix. Hopefully this wasn't like the time this freaky fangirl followed him from work to the pub and pretended to be a marketer for the modelling agency wanting to talk about new contracts. "Hello... aye, Braden," he confirmed and cleared his throat when he took her hand to give it a shake. "This is, erm, swimwear?" he asked her caustiously.

[amodelpa]

Lauren seemed to sense his hesitation and reached into her pocket for her card, and even a copy of her driver's licence. "See? I'm me. It's okay, I know it's weird. I know it's also weird that I have both those on me, but you wouldn't believe how many times these twats try to keep me off sets because I look like some ordinary girl. Excuse me for not having implants, or plastic surgery, you know?" She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and snorted in amusement as she smirked at him. "No, this is still the leather thing. Don't ask me what it's supposed to mean... It's too far over my poor ordinary head."

[nothingunderit]

"Sorry," Braden offered her sheepishly, biting down on his lip and then scratching the back of his head. "Just... fangirls... they can be just a wee bit full-on sometimes. Nay to say that I have many because it's nay like I'm anything special compared to others. I just do it casually sometimes. I do other things when I'm nay doing this, and I'm nay used to working in London. I couldnae even find the building without taking three wrong turns. Um, I dinnae like implants, I dinnae think. Never actually been with a lassie who..." he trailed off.

"TMI. Sorry. Okay, aye. Leather is good. I can do leather, I think. Hopefully the leather is the leather I'm thinking in my head and nay the leather my big brother was trying to tell me aboot... sorry, more TMI." But after a moment, he glanced at her. "He's gay," he felt the need to add as a disclaimer.

[amodelpa]

Lauren moved her hand between the two of them. "You're doing alright now. You haven't revealed too much at all, and we both got over the whole blurting and deodorant issues. I think you just sell yourself short." Lauren smiled. "Not a lot of people truly love what they're doing, so you're lucky."

Lauren turned away briefly as she tried to hide the smirk she got at hearing the tone, and also to give him a little privacy if he did want to answer the call. "Yep, Sophie's sister. One of a couple, anyway. Why are you so sure you don't share your brother's genes?" Her eyes went wide as she nearly started bouncing up and down. "Oh my god, how insane is that place?! It's like a fucking mansion, and has all these doors, and I'm sure the closet in Ethan's room leads to Narnia, or something. It's mental! How could she not want it? Not that it's any of my business, just... wow. I'd totally want it. If you were up for it, but I'm not trying to... erm, shutting up now. Alright, I will."

[nothingunderit]

Braden smirked. "That's because I only usually fuck it up if I think it's got a chance of going somewhere. I have a wee knack for freaking lassies oot. Nay intentionally, just... by default. All my family are fortunate to love what they day. We're a colourful bunch, nay really two of us alike. We've got a restaurantuer, a Premier League footballer, musician and music teacher, then me, a model and paramedic, and Stuarty, who is a detective. He's the only one of us who followed in our Da's footsteps. He was a Detective Superintendent before he retired, and our Ma' is a midwife

[amodelpa]

Lauren couldn't help it as she started to laugh. "How? You stick googly eyes on your dick, or something? I really can't see you freaking girls out. That's just... pfft. No way!" As she listened she could feel her mouth going slack just a little. "I really hate that you're all pretty much spoken for. It's so hard finding decent single blokes, you know? Always bloody taken. Our family's pretty diverse, too. Li's our youngest brother, and he's in med school. The family's first doctor. Dad's a tradie, but they've never denied us anything

[nothingunderit]

"Sort of? Nay googly eyes, but I draw attention to it far too quick than most should in that sort of situation. Way," Braden added wryly, scrunching his nose up. "Well, I'm nay spoken for, but aye... the rest are. Mostly. My oldest brother, Iain, he wasnae until recently, but now he's dating a doctor. He's gay, though. Then there was Stuarty, he was single until recently. Swings both ways, but now he has Tom. So... just me. I'm the only single one with an inability to find anything that sticks. Wow, Med School is awesome, a lot of hard work there. What made you want to be a PA