"Oh I Know I'm Sorry, I Really Do Need To Need To Get Better Managing My Time." Cynthia Felt Guilty About

"I'm more than happy to take the lead tonight," Cynthia said with a smile as they walked onto the dance floor. As he leant in she glanced quickly trying to make sure no one else heard. There was no hiding the blush on her cheeks though and her gaze dipped from his before she looked up.

"Mm, an odd order to do things in I suppose. But one is far more enticing. I'll let you make your own mind up about which is which."

“I’m what’s called an intermediate- not good, but not bad- and but what I can do is far less impressive than someone with Spanish blood: you’re a natural dancer because of it, I’m sure, so you’ll have to lead the way.”

Laurie then smiled his oh-so charming smile he had perfected to a t and enjoyed the warmth of Cynthia’s hand around his own. He lowered his voice, leaning in a little closer. “To think I’ve seen you naked in my bed before I’ve seen you at a party with your dancing shoes on.”

1x07 / 2x07 / 2x10 / 2x11

@bcysdontcry || Silas & Cynthia || New Year's Eve

"I think it is very much a shame that too many people here have empty glasses." Cynthia had likely already had too much to drink and they weren't close to the bells ringing but she couldn't help but be cheery and when she spotted others with no glasses she interjected into their conversation. "I'm getting a round what would you like?"

Cynthia had been quite happy nursing her drink and taking the party in but she couldn't deny she loved dancing and so when Darwyn walked over her smile brightened. "Darwyn Black well don't you scrub up nicely. I'd love to dance but I do believe I need a moment to finish my drink first. Are you enjoying the party?"

Who: @ofprosecution @ The Standard NYE

Darwyn made his way over Cynthia, spotting her standing alone. He comes up to her side. "Evening Ms. Vasquez, you look quite lovely. Care to dance?" He was certain Will wouldn't mind if he danced with his ex-wife.

Cynthia had had a few drinks by the time she met with Emma, the alcohol showing by the flush on her cheeks and the way she laughed a little too loudly at Emma's question. "It certainly is required of him and if you don't drag him out I will. As for me well, there's plenty that catch my eye."

Who: @ofprosecution @ The Standard NYE

"You look lovely Cynthia." The redhead appears at the woman's side, glancing out at those dancing on the dance floor. "I will have to drag Magnus out later. I'm sure it's required of him." She gives a small snort, taking a sip of her champagne. "Anyone catch your eye?" Emma may have thought plenty of times to play matchmaker with one of her closest friends.

— SUCCESSION S04E02 “Rehearsal”

She was a young lawyer trying to make her name. She didn't have time for feelings. Didn't have time for her anxiousness or guilt. But the things she saw still struck her, even if she tried to ignore them. She couldn't. The people she saw in work, even those she was prosecuting, some were so young and well, innocent until proven guilty she always believed in. She never spoke to the young boy, never tried to stop what was happening. But she remembered.

As Cynthia walked into the meeting room her steps faltered, he was older now but those eyes god she recognised them. Still she didn't want to show that and instead shook his hand before sitting down. "Cynthia Bell-Vasquez but Cynthia is just fine. Thank you for coming in, this won't take long it's just to talk about what to expect in court. Have you been a witness before?"

@ofprosecution | Setting: Court | Local Time: 14:32 | TW: abuse, minor self-harm

"How could you fuck up this badly again." The grip of his father's hand is rough on Max upper arm. He's young, way too young for this, way too young to complain as his father pulls him to the counter of the department, fingers digging int his skin so harshly that he's starting to feel nauseous. "I'm sorry, I-" "You shut the fuck up." Max quietens down as his father pays, his eyes only darting to the side when he notices the woman standing close, but he doesn't dare to say a word as tears gather in the corners of his eyes and start to spill down his cheeks. He also doesn't speak up when his father starts dragging him out. He never does.

Years later, Max is in court for an entirely different reason, but he can't help and be reminded of that specific night. The flashbacks catch him before he can skill them away, memories of a fist hitting his cheek and his stomach and and and clear and visible in his head as his fingernails dig into his skin so hard that they draw blood. He recognizes her face immediately as she enters the room, and through all the mails, all the phone conversations, he had never known that it was her.

"Hi.", Max croaks out, vision blurred by derealization, as he wipes his hands on his black trousers and then offers them to the woman for a shake, "Nice to finally meet you. I'm Max Miller. The witness."

"Real? Dear god please make sure you find out where it is so I can avoid that store forever." Cynthia was laughing though. She could see the appeal for some people but to her that truly sounded like a nightmare. "That's sweet that you listen to your partner so closely, you should take him there."

Mars grins. "Wait, I love that idea... but no, they don't touch anything. They're just above everything. They're not sentient, just. Weird animatronics. Like It's a Small World, but with a grocery store." He leans onto his strong arms. "It's a real thing. A real grocery store. 's why I ask, babes. It's absolutely mental. My-" His what? "...Someone I'm seeing, he. Has a weird fascination with them. We've been chatting about them, and. I shouldn't have ever told him about this grocery store."

New Year Ball

Decked out in black and gold for the event! Cynthia loves a party and finds New Years can be a difficult time so spending it with other people (and plenty of wine) is a guarantee to get her there.