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[Qwertycakes]

DECEMBER 31st - New Year's Eve in Paradise, California

 

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CALLA CARLTON

Calla had barely noticed how dark it was getting in California, as she unloaded the last few boxes from her jeep. The house was an unexpected surprise for her, as having a grandmother she didn't know leave all her possessions and wealth to a granddaughter she had met, would be. It took a long time for her to decide whether or not she even wanted this all. But, she came from nothing, she would never have anything, if she hadn't accepted all of this. The house was massive, bigger than any she had lived in throughout foster care. But, from what she had seen about it so far, it seemed cozy. Something that wouldn't be too intimidating to live in.

Hoisting one of the boxes off the driveway, she struggled as she carried it in. She first thing she knew she needed to do, before she unpacked, was make this her home. She needed to change almost everything about it. The paint being dusty rose, the floral curtains hanging from every window, and cherry wood furniture. None of it was her style, and it felt as if she was in a tomb of someone great she never knew. It would take a while, between work and finishing her schooling, to get it all done but she was determined. And with the endless amount of money she had no idea what to do with, she could easily remodel the place.

Trudging back outside, she went to get the last box off the driveway, but the weight of the one she had labelled "textbooks" had atrociously been overpacked. With a sigh, she sat with her back leaning against the tire of her jeep, staring at the darkening sky. It was New Years Eve, and a sense of loneliness washed over her. Sure, she had never really been a people person, but she sort of missed the loud dorms and her bustling roommate. There was always at least one person around, invading her space, but now she was alone. In a town she knew no one and in a house she hadn't known existed.

With the quietness of the neighborhood, she could almost hear the town buzzing to get ready for the holiday, but she would not be joining them. At least she had stopped to get a bottle of wine to tie her over for the night. Would she watch TV? Maybe, but the old thing in the house barely seemed like it could run a show without exploding. Drawing her knees to her chest, Calla gave the box a little kick before wrapping her arms around her shins. She was completely alone in this world now, and she would have to figure out a way to navigate it.

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ALY EVERMORE

Aly still wasn't sure about this party. Normally, she'd be holed up at home, reading or writing online. But, here she was. Being dragged by the hand into a party of whoever Jenny was friends with. She loved Jenny, but if it wasn't for her extroverted friend, she would be even more of a home body than she already was. It was bad enough this sparkly fringe dress that her friend had lent her, made her stick out like a sore thumb. Not that everyone else wasn't dressed in the same thing. But, it was definitely more out of her comfort zone than she was used to.

But of course, she adored her friend, and that meant she would go anywhere for Jenny. Including stuffy New Years Eve parties where she has to wear dresses that make her uncomfy. The music was already loud and there seemed to already be drunk people who may or may not make it until midnight. Aly refused to be like that. Who knows where the night might take her though, she for sure had no clue what Jenny had planned.

That is, until her friend disappeared within the wave of people and Aly was left alone. With a sigh, she made her way to where they were housing the booze and poured herself a drink. Part of her wished she had the same courage as Jenny, to talk to all these people and make some friends, but Aly wasn't outgoing like her, and she envied that. With her hip leaned against the table, she scanned the crowd, searching for at least one familiar face. That's when she saw him and her face instantly reddened. She'd known Gavin since high school, but had never had the courage to talk to him. Which only made her crush on him worse. Before he could see her in this embarrassing outfit, she quickly ducked and weaved through the crowd, to at least somewhat hide herself from the one person she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of.

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JINA BAILEY

Thank god Alexei had let Jina off work early. She hated working on New Years, especially when her best friend was throwing a huge party. She wouldn't want to miss it. After her shift, Jina sped home to go get ready. Her bar outfit was always the perfect amount of cleavage, but the bar logo on the breast wasn't the ideal outfit for New Years. It didn't have the glitz and glam she loved. So after curling her hair and touching up her makeup, she picked her favourite red dress. It hugged all the right places and showed off all the right things. Plus it went with the colour of her hair.

When everything was all set and perfect, she quickly packed herself an overnight bag, knowing full well she'd be passing out at Sky's place for the night, and finally began her drive over. Jina pulled into the usual spot that she occupied at Sky's house and bounded inside, "honey I'm hoooome!!" She called out. She was already appreciating the decor that her friend had styled the house with. It was New Years, but it also was tasteful. But, that's usually how Sky was. After depositing her bag in the guest room, and locking the door behind her, Jina found the little bar and poured herself a drink, "so when does everyone start showing up?" She called out again, wondering if Sky would ever make her appearance.

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[Not Meat]

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The Nurse

Skylar

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Neutral

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Her parents house

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Everything was set.

Skylar barely had to lift a finger throughout the process. Her fathers hired help had set up the decor and made sure the house was spotless. All she really had to do was send out the invite and make sure she had ordered enough drinks and food. The fridge was stocked, as was the mini fridge outside. Somehow Skylar had even had the piece of mind to make sure there was extras kicking around just in case and had one of her fathers people on standby for things like ice and napkins. Even the catering company was fully set for what they needed to do.

All that was left now was to get herself ready and wait.

About an hour before the start time her phone dinged alerting her that there was someone in the house. Skylar looked at the notification just as she heard that all too familiar voice calling out to her. Sky slid her earring into her ear and stood from her vanity, flicking off the switch to the light as she left her room and locked it up. She slipped the little fob into her bra and head toward where she knew Jina would be sitting. The bar.

"You're fashionably early for once." She teased as she walked around the bar and poured herself a drink. Small. careful hands lifted the cup to her lips and Skylar took a sip, leaning against the bartop with her hip as she turned to face her friend. "I'm not expecting anyone to show up for, like, an hour. But you know how people are with parties. I'm sure some people will show beforehand."

Skylar set her drink down on the bartop and pulled her key out of her bra. She took off one of the little plastic fobs and set it down on the counter. She slid it toward Jina.

"For the doors. Dad changed the locks again. Just touch it to the pad and it'll unlock the door." Skylar explained, "He's going through another fucking crazy episode where he thinks the world is out to get him."

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huey rosario

"this party sucks."

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sucktastic.

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skylar's -> dietres

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the fit!

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Not Meat

There was a multitude of words that could be used to describe Hugo "Huey" Rosario — "douchebag," "fun sponge," "asshole," or "cold-blooded," to name a few — but "party animal" was not one of them.

And yet he still found himself at some random New Year's Eve party in Paradise, California, a dinky little beach village that lies basically in the middle of nowhere. He always found parties to be stupid, especially New Year's parties. Why gather a ton of people in a room just to get blackout drunk and count down the seconds until the Gregorian calendar resets? The "New Year" is going to drag on just as much as the current one, why celebrate it? It was absolutely pointless. Still, there he was, standing awkwardly in the middle of Skylar Kennedy's party, a drink in his hand, the room spinning a bit. It was strange. As a model, he'd been in rooms full of other people, and he'd always been anxious, of course, but... for some odd reason, he felt even more claustrophobic than he normally would. People kept bumping into him left and right, the sea of people only seemed to get bigger, the noises seemed to get louder. Everyone at the party was mingling, and Huey was completely alone. His palms grew sweaty, and suddenly, his drink slipped out of his hand and onto the floor, the glass shattering into a million little pieces, a small puddle of alcohol forming on the ground. He felt humiliated. Pathetic.

Shit. I gotta get out of here.

Without thinking, he pushed his way through the crowd of drunken idiots, stepping out the door and practically bolting away. He didn't know exactly where he was going, he just knew he needed to be far away from that godforsaken party. He spent what felt like hours running aimlessly, nothing other than pure anxiety on his mind. It wasn't until he reached a tiny nearby marketplace that he started to slow down and catch his breath. He took a deep breath and looked around, taking in his surroundings. He'd never been to this area of Paradise. It was... charming. He looked up at the sky, taking note of the height of the moon. It had to have been damn near midnight, none of the stores or restaurants could have been open. Except...

Huey's gaze fixed on a certain building. Some tiny vintage restaurant right in the middle of the marketplace, Dietre's Eatery. It was nothing special, but the lights were on, and there seemed to have been movement inside. His curiosity was piqued. He slowly made his way over to the restaurant to see what was going on, taking a quick peek inside the window. The Eatery seemed to have been closing up for the night, the door was probably locked. But he tried anyway, and to his surprise, the door swung open.

He took a step inside, taking a quick look around. The place was different from anything else he'd seen in Paradise thus far, and he didn't hate it. It reminded him of a diner he regularly visited back home, before he started modeling, before everything in his life went to shit. There was a bar with a row of red stools, along with a couple of booths. Nothing fancy, very small and cramped, but also very cute and comfortable. Something about the place drew him in, filling him with a small sense of joy, but he tried to keep his expression neutral.

"Are you guys open?" he called out, internally kicking himself immediately after saying that. It was a stupid question, of course they weren't open, they were literally closing up right in front of him. But a small part of him hoped the answer would be yes... Huey just needed a place to sit down and forget about everything for a while.

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JINA BAILEY

A smile pulled at Jina's lips as Skylar made her way into the room, "well there you are!" She exclaimed, already sipping at the drink she made for herself, "of course, got off work, been ready to party for an hour now!" She joked and rested her elbows on the bar, "an hour?" She pouted, maybe she could have taken a nap before coming over. But, she had been so excited to get off work early that she hadn't paced her time out properly.

"Well, looks like more drinks for use then." She said and did a little cheers with Skylar before taking another sip. When her friend took out the new key fob, she narrowed her eyes some and inspected the fancy little thing. "Not all that surprising, thanks." She said and slipped the little fob into her purse. Through the years she probably had a massive collection of keys for every time Skylar's dad had changed the locks, which, honestly only showed how long the two had been friends. Kinda ironic, how far on the social class spectrum they were. They probably wouldn't even be friends if Jina's dad hadn't worked for Skylar's. But when they met they had clicked, and Skylar's family practically welcomed Jina with open arms.

"Well, I gotta show you this guy I matched with." She suddenly said, her tone very excited as she dug in her purse for her phone, "here." She passed her phone to Skylar so she could take a look, "hot right? He hasn't been living in town long." She said, a small smirk touching her lips. Which, if he wasn't living in town long it was a good thing. She had a reputation with the guys around. And though she wasn't embarrassed about it, she didn't want it to scare off any new ones, "he wants to dance with me later, but didn't say exactly where..." She said with a laugh and took her phone back.

Mentions: Skylar - Not Meat and ~briefly~ Remi - AkuTheWolfOkami

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

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Princess

kammi.

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tired but excited

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sky's party

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None

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Not Meat

She was exhausted. That was it. That was the tweet. She had been on the go non-stop since she got to college, but even more so recently in the last few days. On top of her usual daily workouts and training, she also had to prepare for a charity tournament which was being hosted the first day of the New Year. You know, the day after she was going to be partying at Skylar's big party? That was going to be a task.

She could skip it, altogether, but Skylar was one of the people who had been nice to her. She believed that if she found out that Kameron wasn't rich, Skylar wouldn't care and might even offer some stuff to help her. She had been nothing but nice to her - so even though part of maintaining their friendship in the beginning was to have rich friends and keep that image up, she now genuinely wanted to maintain their friendship and be supportive.

So no, skipping it was not an option. Maybe she could cut her drinking off at midnight? Take that New Year's drink, sneak out, hydrate and sleep and rush to the tournament.

She could skip the tournament. Well, actually she couldn't. She had been paid by one of her sponsors to show up as a represenattive. It was a good amount too, enough to keep up the facade for at least another month, longer if she managed it right. So her only choice was to make this all work.

So she was up at the crack of dawn on the tennis court on campus. It was just her and the ball machine going at it, and from the amount of balls on the other side of the court, vs the amount that were behind her. She was dominating.

Then it was to the gym. Where she got in a good workout in pushing until her body couldn't go anymore. This required a visit to an ice bath after, to make sure that she didn't get sore so she could enjoy the party properly.

She slowly lowered her body quickly in the water, to rush of cold surging up her spine. She took a deep breath - letting her mind conquer the urge to jump out. Just 15 minutes and she could go about her day. She could do it. She did it often, but man was it still tough. Yet 15 minutes had gone by and Kammi was out of the tub, quickly drying off before rushing to the next thing she had to do.

Eventually she shot Skylar( Not Meat ) a text giving her ETA, before finally taking her time for the first time today. She needed to her entire routine. Skin care, make-up, teeth, perfume, all of that. When she had finally gotten ready, she ordered the Uber Lux and eventually was stepping in her heels in front of Skylar's abode. She stopped short of the front door, sliding her shades off and into her purse before being let in.

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Mick Halstead

KACHOW KACHOW.

“10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at police, offender is heavily armed requesting back up. Be advised, plain clothes officers on scene.”

His voice seemed calm in the face of violence as those tenor words were fired in rapid secession into the radio that was hooked on the shoulder of his blue body armor. His back was pressed firmly against the back of a civilian vehicle on the sidewalk in front of an apartment building where the offending shots seemingly originated from.

He looked over to his partner, Jessie, who had her firearm at the ready before nodding to him as she popped up and took a couple shots at a window. Simultaneously, as if the two had practiced over and over (and to an extent they had) Mick moved in sync with her own movement, moving around the car and into the doorway of the building.

It was dark, so he removed the flashlight from its holster on his chest and turned it on. He moved the arm with the light parallel to his chest, holding the flashlight with a backwards grip. In a gentle, but firm motion he moved his weapon arm and rested it on the arm that was now parallel to his chest.

He ignited the light and moved through the building slowly, checking each corner for someone in hiding in case the assailant above had support. He continued to har gunshots ring out as he slowly moved towards the stairs, a creak echoing through the otherwise quiet abandoned building.

When he heard loud footsteps from the floor above, he cursed under his breath and moved up the stairs a little quicker than he originally planned. He stopped when he got to one of the upper steps where the baluster still hid his body from view from anyone down the hall. He killed his flashlight and raised his foot to take a step on the next stair.

It creaked like he expected it too, and then a loud kachow rang out as a projectile ripped through the wood of the baluster and right pass Mick’s shoulder, causing him to duck a bit.

“POLICE! Put the weapon down and your hands up…”

He waited for a response but was met with loud footsteps and so he moved up the stairs and placed his back against the closest wall to use as cover. Another kachow rang out, hitting the baluster again, meaning that the shooter probably wasn’t aware Mick was no longer on the stairs.

He needed to think. Whoever was firing at him had a semi-automatic rifle and he didn’t recall any clink that would signify a bolt action. He moved and peeked his head around the corner and it was almost took off by a shot that rang out, causing him to duck back.

So, they were aware that he wasn’t on the stairs anymore now. His mind thought back briefly to his time in Force RECON in a similar situation. That was simpler then – if someone was firing at you, unless they were an HVT, you took them out. He would have someone provide cover fire as he moved down the hall to the closest ingress point into another room. Then it’d just be a simple flank if he could find away around, or maybe a toss of a flashbang and then rush them down. They were rarely even in those situations, because his unit was elite at stealth and a successful mission was a mission where a single shot was not fired.

Unfortunately, that was not the case in this reality. Instead, he was facing down an assailant who was needed to be kept alive as an informant to build a case with. He took a deep breath as Jessie slid right beside him. He glanced to the red head, who offered a nod as Mick blind fired around the corner and his counterpart sprinted down the hall. Mick poked his entire body out and fired a couple of more times at a corner where he knew the gunmen was firing from.

One of the shots must have struck him through a part of the wall that was thin, because he heard a groan as the weapon dropped on the hallway. These were followed by footsteps and the closing of a door.

He released the magazine from his weapon, “Go! I’ll head back downstairs and try to cut off his escape that way.” The partner didn’t respond, just acted as Mick jammed in a new magazine as he moved back down the stairs. Police officers had to purchase their own sidearms from an approved list, and the only sidearm that he had extensive use of from the list was the Glock 19, which was equated to the M19, from his time that he was a part of the Marine Raiders battalion at MARSOC.

This provided a familiarity for him that didn’t require excessive training to get to where he wanted to be, and so as he moved out of the apartment building and down an alley to get to the back side, he was very sure of himself as he lined up his shot.

“Police! Put it down!” he said as he watched the suspect hesitate at his words before being tackled by Jessie, flipped over on his stomach and handcuffed.

He returned the flashlight to its holster, and gripped the radio on his chest, “Main, this is 1422, Offender in custody. Roll an ambo to our location.” And after the confirmation of his request he took a deep breath and holstered his side arm.

He looked to Jessie and nodded, “Good job. Ride with him over to med, I’ll head to district to do the paperwork for firearm discharge.” He moved to the covert vehicle he was assigned, a flat grey newer model souped up dodge charger (covert lights too) , getting into the vehicle and driving off to the district precinct.

After he pulled up, he moved out, went inside and did the necessary paperwork for shooting the offender. Every time they fired a weapon, they had to do paperwork, no matter if it was clear cut or not. Actually, hitting a perpetrator required even more paperwork and a short investigation by Internal Affairs to assure the shot was justified. In this case, it would be short-lived investigation and eventually he moved back to the vehicle and was at the hospital.

The wound wasn’t bad, but because the velocity was slowed by impacting two walls the bullet did not go through and they had to do surgery to remove it, which meant they were also keeping them overnight. Which was fine, because fortunately they were cooperative probably because being shot is not fun.

The information given afforded them to get an arrest warrant, but that was rather uneventful as it was a simple kick the door open, put them in cuffs and bringing them to the station.

Mick sat across from the person at the table, a woman in her mid-30’s, Caucasian, brunette, slim and about 5’8. She was being accused of human trafficking and a string of related crimes. So he slid a manila folder that was wide open in front of her, full of photos and statements, “I really don’t need you to say anything, this is open and shut case on you.” He shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes a bit with a slight yawn, “I mean, unless you’re trying to give up who’s really behind this. We can just kick back and chat until your lawyer is here. Because you do have a right to one of those, you know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“It means I don’t think you’re smart enough to be running the show.” He opened his eyes and glanced over to her, “Either way though, we have enough to put you away for a long time. All your lawyer is going to tell you is to remain quiet and not say anything. But let me guess, your boss is sending the lawyer, right? So you know what that means…”

"I….I don’t know what you’re implying."

“It’s simple. They will look out for the boss so now that you’re jammed up, they won’t do anything to help you,” he balled a piece of paper up and shot it into a trash can across from him, “Like I said, I’m not pressed to get you to talk. I get to go home to a warm bed with another TWO collars under my belt.”

He shrugged his shoulders, and leaned over the table, “See, my supervisor might care about the big fish, but my superior upstairs? They don’t. You’re another human trafficker off the street, a big time one at that. You might not be THE big fish, but you’re not a minnow. They’ll get to have a press conference and make it look like they did a great job. I’ll be in my dress blues getting accommodations. My career continues forward. Then eventually, either way your boss slips up and someone else snitches. Meanwhile, you’re locked up in maximum security for life.”

He offered a chuckle and leaned back and closed his eyes again.

"You’re just trying to get in my head."

“Yeah promise you I don’t care that much, I’m trying to get home in time to watch the Bears game with a cold beer. They’re playing the Rams this weekend, so I might actually get to the game. Who knows.”

The woman looked around as if she was searching for something. A look Mick was all too familiar with and signaled that he had done exactly what he set out to do.

"I’d like to make a statement…"

She stated before even looking back to Mick which caused him to chuckle, “Was really hoping you remained quiet…I hate paperwork…”

A couple of hours later after the procurement of an arrest warrant, and bringing in the crook, Mick was in the locker room, putting on his street clothes, which was just adding a jacket to his clothes he was wearing earlier. He remembered that he had agreed to a contracted security gig with Skylar, and glanced to his watch. He had time for a nap.

Jessie moved past him to a locker and chuckled

I guess we’re lucky she wasn’t a football fan.

Mick could only chuckle because he knew exactly what she meant ,” I guess I’m just lucky it wasn’t you.”

You’re right, Bears played thursday…at Soldier Field.

Mick chuckled patting her on her shoulder heading out the locker room where he walked to his car. A drive to his apartment, a shower, a cold beer and he fell asleep.

Not long after he was driving over the the Kennedy property. He met up with the others who were going to be apart of the security, giving them instructions on where they should be outside of the perimeter. There were going to be two others around the outside in visible cop gear, and one person who would "attend" the party in plain clothes. One of the young guys who had freshly graduated out of the academy.

Mick himself? He would cover the door like a bouncer, making sure that the people who got in weren't there to cost trouble. He and his team weren't there to do cop work, so he had promised Skylar he wouldn't care if they did any drugs, just to make sure no one drove under the influence.

So there he near the front door on a stool, on his phone checking the scores of the games.

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Another one bites the dust

by Queen

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Remi P. Michel

It was tough if he was being honest. He loved acting. He loved writing films. But football was his one true love. He had been working towards having it as a career since he was small. Since the first time he ever saw his father play, he had started working towards his NFL career. So to him? This was all unfair that a heart condition had stolen what should have been a joyous rookie season from him. It was all up in the air with a looming appointment in a few months that would decide if he could come back next year. The medication he had been getting was experimental, and they wouldn't know the results for a few months, but he was hopeful.

Still. It was tough. He stood out on the local university's football field, throwing footballs with their receivers. They weren't a great football school, weren't even D-1, so they were a lot worse than the receivers he had in the NFL, but they would do. He wasn't supposed to be pushing too hard anyways, so he wasn't going to do much running. After a good session with them he was in the gym, doing pre-approved workout routines. Nothing that would potentially over exert is heart in case the heart medicine wasn't working.

Eventually, he was back in the luxury condo that he was renting sitting in the kitchen as he was making a protein smoothie. With all of the supplements, fruit, honey, almond milk and plenty of protein. The script sat across from him on the island of the kitchen that he sat at, but he opted to get on his phone.

There was a few scrolls through social media, but nothing kept his attention. A lot of his friends and family had suggested that he tried dating, so, of course he decided to make a profile on the worst dating app ever. Still, he doubted he'd find anyone worth swiping on unlike back in LA but he'd give it a shot.

He had swiped through several before landing on one particularly cute girl, who caused him to sit up while he was sipping his smoothie. A quick swipe right and a few minutes later, they were matched. A quick conversation and now he had plans for the night. He'd show up to this party get a dance with the woman, and maybe something more?

He shook his head with a chuckle as he moved through the condo to the walk-in wardrobe. He forgot to ask what kind of party it was, to decide on how he would dress, but shrugged it off. He'd kept it simple put on a custom stylized dodgers jersey, an expensive chain, ripped designer jeans, accessories, blue and white Jordan 11s, and some shades.

He walked down stairs to a driver waiting on him. Eventually he pulled up to the house, going past the nice looking cop at the door.

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Control

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CLOVER JASPER

Clover wasn't exactly sure why she came to the party, the stars were beautiful tonight, and she had a perfect view of all the celebratory fireworks from her jeep. But, her friend Nico had convinced her to not be a hermit and she needed to take a walk anyway. So here she was, walking up to the front door and the music and the people were already buzzing. She'd definitely need help sleeping tonight. Hugging her shawl closer to herself, she took a breath and stepped into the party.

Instantly she was met with party goers being all rowdy already. The night just started and half these people looked wasted already, "oh my..." She mumbled to herself as a group of girls in too high of heels stumbled past her, their shoulders bumping into hers. God, where was Nico? She huffed to herself and stepped further in, noticing a familiar face. He was sitting on a stool by the door, looking rather bored but at the same time, focused and alert. She'd only seen him a few times around the crystal shop, and Sapphire mentioned his name a while ago, but she couldn't remember it...

With a curt nod, she made her way in to the party to search for her friend. He wasn't answering his phone, and she couldn't spot the curly head of hair over the crowd. With a sigh, she circled back around to the front, still not spotting him. And she had no interest in talking to these drunk girls. And the guys making eyes at her were more creeping her out than anything. So, she moved to stand by the front door, off to the side away from everyone else who might need in or out of the house. Digging through her purse, she pulled out her phone to send Nico a text, 'if you weren't going to show up you could've just told me jackass.' Normally it wasn't in her nature to swear, but the last message he sent her was that he was on his way.

After chucking the old thing back into her purse she took a glance around. Wishing nothing more than to be back in her Jeep, music playing, a book in her lap, and the sound of the fireworks popping all over town, "you look about as miserable as I am to be here." She said to the man on the stool, taking a sidelong glance at him while he looked down at his phone every so often. Whatever was happening on it made it seem like he was annoyed about something (wonder who could be doing that, JINA). "You're uhhh M..." She paused, wracking her brain for his name. It started with an M, "Matt?" She took a guess, her face scrunching at the guess that she was sure would be wrong.

Mentions: Nico - Qwertycakes and Mick - AkuTheWolfOkami

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Crystal Girl

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Content, confused

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outfit

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Dietres place

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Dietre, Huey

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The old man was startled.

He had left the door unlocked for a very specific someone and wasn't expecting anyone else to be wandering out and about this late in the evening, especially not in their small marketplace. For a moment he was confused, his curiosity piquing as he poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Oh. Hello." Dietre spoke with a kind voice and a smile, "Yes. We are always open to weary travelers. I apologize, though, my friers are off but I do have some ale and I can make you a rather scrumptious sandwich. Please, sit down a beat and I will bring you a meal." The old man retreated back into the kitchen to begin scrambling together a makeshift meal.

Only a few moments later there was a small chime from the bells above the door. Sapphire closed the shop door and locked it behind her, not realizing that there was a patron in the shop and quickly walked to the back, tossing her bag and her shawl onto the bartop as she went.

"Dietre?" She called out, pushing through the kitchen doors. Her face turned in confusion when she saw the old man preparing a sandwich. "What in Kevva are you doing, Dietre?"

Dietre turned toward Sapphire and spoke with a chuckle, "It seems as though leaving the door unlocked for you has resulted in a guest. No worries, dear, we will still make it in time to see the sky light up in colour. Would you be a lamb and bring our guest his ale?"

A soft nod was her only response. Sapphire took the drink into her dainty hands and backed out of the kitchen, pushing the door with her shoulder. Soft eyes scanned the small restaurant and settled on the man in a booth. A gentle stride brought her to his table and she carefully set the drink down in front of him.

"Here you are," She spoke politely, her tone soft, "Dietre is currently hard at work preparing your meal if you would be so kind as to wait just a few more moments. I am certain it will not take him much longer now."

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The Nurse

Skylar

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Neutral

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outfit

location

Her parents house

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Jina, Kammi

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travelbypages AkuTheWolfOkami

Skylar was barely paying attention.

Her head was spinning with plans, running over whether she had remembered to do everything. Yes. She had. Yet for some reason she still felt as though something was missing. Had she paid everyone? Had she hired enough security? Obviously it couldn't have been that important if she was forgetting it.

Passive eyes scanned over to the screen of her friends phone, she raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of her drink and listened to Jina ramble about this new man. At first she didn't really pay attention or care. Jina was like her, always a new man on her hook, but this particular man caught her attention. Sky set her drink down and took a better look, zooming in on the picture to be sure.

"Oh." Skylar rolled her eyes and let out a soft laugh as she handed Jina's phone back over to her, "Yeah okay. Remi. He's cool. Pretty nice." Skylar didn't bother to elaborate, it was quite common for her to know the people in town thanks not only to her profession but her own promiscuous ways.

Just as Skylar was about to pick up her drink again her phone dinged, she rolled her eyes and looked at the screen. Kammi. Skylar didn't reply, instead just shrugging it off.

"Kammi is on her way." Skylar announced to Jina before yelling at Alexa to play a random playlist. Music started playing through the speakers throughout the house just as the first of the nights guests started pouring through the door.

Skylar weaved through the steady stream of people walking through the front door, nodding to the hired security as she passed them and stopped the moment she saw Kammi, a friendly grin pulling at her lips.

"Well hello gorgeous. Look at the sight of you. Give me a spin." Skylar purred, looking up and down her friends outfit, "Very cute. Very, very cute. Is that one of the dresses I gave you? Love it, regardless. You need a necklace, though. I'll let you take one of mine. Come, come."

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The Assistant

Bells

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Uncomfortable

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Skylars NYE party

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Sara, Paddy

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tamarapasek (mentioned briefly) AkuTheWolfOkami

Isabella was uncomfortable to say the least.

New Year's Eve was never really something she celebrated before. There had been one other time that she had done anything for the day and that was only because her boss had decided to throw it at the office, knowing fully well that Isabella would only attend if it was work related. Otherwise Isabella was much more comfortable at home with her asshole of a cat watching a movie or going over case files that she had brought home with her over the holiday. Henry basically forbade her from going into the office during holidays, paid or unpaid.

So there she was, dragged into a party by her friend Sara. If Isabella would really call them friends, really. Bells wasn't well known for being overly friendly yet somehow Sara had managed to slide into her life with grace. Well... Sara's version of grace. Really she had just been unrelenting and had all but forced Isabella to grow closer to her. It was nice, though, having a friend who would give her company and listen to her ramblings no matter how boring they may be.

Other than Sara, who had disappeared into the crowd, Isabella knew nobody at the party. She recognized a face or two in the crowd, once again only remembering them from something she had done with work. She vaguely knew the Kennedy's, really. She knew that Danny Kennedy was a lawyer. He was scummy, in her opinion, and typically represented the opposite side as her. He was good at what he did but not quite as good at Henry, often times losing to their little duo.

A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she glanced about the room, searching for Sara but not seeing her. She wondered if it would be socially acceptable to leave the party without saying goodbye. Really she didn't know, she didn't often attend parties. As her eyes danced along the faces in the room they stopped, resting on a face she knew almost too well. The face of a man she had met a few times before, often across a busy court room.

He had captured her attention before yet she couldn't seem to summon up his name. How strange, she thought, that she couldn't remember his name but she could distinctly remember the last time that his eyes met hers. She was speaking with Henry in the halls of the courthouse, discussing the case she had been working on. Somehow he had distracted her from her conversation without saying a single word.

For no reason at all, she found herself drifting toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor underneath her. She didn't even know what she would say but still she gravitated to him. Maybe she could play it off as just wanting a drink and was heading in that direction to find the bar? She didn't know. She would cross that bridge when she got there.

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JINA BAILEY

Jina smiled at her friend. So Skylar knew who Remi was then? Not that she cared. It was a small town and with their reputation it was bound to happen many times where they ended up with the same men. So Jina had learned to live with it. Hearing her phone buzz in her purse, she took a quick glance and saw it was Frankie, being his usual jealous self. So she quickly put her phone away and smiled at Skylar as the music started and people began to show up.

A few drinks later, the girl made her way to the dance floor, dancing close with some friends. She had attempted to find Remi, but he was nowhere to be seen within the massive house. That or she was just tipsy enough to not recognize him. That is until she finally spotted him across the living room and hustled over, "hey!" She greeted him immediately with a hug, despite them never meeting. Even if she wasn't promiscuous, she would easily be as friendly. "Finally found you." She said, a bright smile on her lips as she let her eyes roam up and down. He truly was as attractive on his profile as he was in person.

"So about that dance?" She asked, taking his hand while she led him back to where she had been dancing previously. She was a sucker for dancing, despite not showing so within their texts. She liked to have a bit of mystery to her when she first met someone, after it was all downhill usually, "So are you acting in the show then?" she asked loud enough over the music while her hands slid up his arms to hook around his neck. She was genuinely curious why he would choose to be apart of that whole ordeal. She knew the townies were mad about it, but she wasn't. Only because it brought more people in town, gave her more options to get away from Frankies grasp. Her getting shot down by Mick only proved that, despite the great time they had.

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Mick Halstead

He knew guarding this party, especially if he was ignoring drugs, was going to be boring. Just a bunch of spoiled kids with no worries in their lives, but the Kennedy estate paid well and he could use that money to get a house. It wasn't like he didn't get paid well normally - he just sent most of it home to take care of his mom and dad like every other Irish son did. He was so intent on keeping everything business, that he didn't really notice Clover the first time she passed by, despite acknowledging her.

His phone buzzed, and he managed to glance over it to see who was messaging him. Not many people had his contact info and since the unit had a strict low social media presence to not jeopardize their undercover operations, he knew it could be like one of five people. He was just hoping it wasn't....

"Shit..." he groaned when he read who it was. One drunk night was all it took to have Jina forever bothering him. She was very attractive and if she wasn't so much younger, he'd have agreed to see her tonight. Hell, if she didn't have a reputation of getting around and he could trust her to not have his name everywhere he might have seriously tried to date her.

But he couldn't trust her. She couldn't handle being told no and so this conversation with her was only causing him to be frustrated.

you look about as miserable as I am to be here.

He looked up when he heard the words of the familiar voice. One he had heard all of the time when he visited the crystal shop, but never really sparked up with a conversation with.

"I am. I rather be home," he returned probably a little too honestly while doing a job.

You're uhhh M...

He quirked a brow with a big smile as she struggled to recall his name. If he was being honest, whether she got it right or not, he was surprised she was even aware of him and at the very least the M sound she offered meant that she at least paid him at little attention.

Matt?

He chuckled when she called him Matt, sliding his phone into his pocket, opening the gatorade bottle before taking a sip and closing it back.

"Well I feel proud that you at least got the M sound right." his smile was bright and genuine and there was not a single hint of offense, but yet pure enjoyment from their conversation, "It's Michael, but most..if not all people called me Mick. You're Clover, right? I come to your a shop a bit."

He took a deep breath as he tried to reconcile the fact he had finally been having a conversation with Clover. Was what he said creepy? That he knew who she was, visited her shop often, and yet never spoke to her?

He shook it off and focused on the conversation, "I'm miserable, but I'm getting paid to be here, so what's your excuse?"

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Another one bites the dust

by Queen

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Clover ( travelbypages )
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Princess

kammi.

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tired but excited

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sky's party

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Skylar Kennedy

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It would be a lie if Kameron were to tell you that her feet weren't yelling at her in these heels. She had essentially been on her feet all day. The morning was full of a couple hours on the tennis court followed by time in the gym, that included cardio. So when she said these heels weren't doing her any favors? She was not being dramatic. She had an image to upkeep. So the few minutes it took for Skylar to come fetch her, felt like hours, so her relief might have been over sold and misinterpreted as she was super happy to see Skylar. I mean she was...but her feet....

"Oh my God! You look so beautiful doll."

she nearly squeeled, before obliging to her friend's request to spin,

"Yes it is. It's one I've haven't found a reason to wear yet, but what's better than tonight? "

She offered a large smile when Skylar mentioned her needing a necklace, and slowly nodded. It wouldn't do her any good to argue against, not that she wanted to, so instead she grabbed her hand and smiled,

"Lead the way beautiful."

It wasn't as if she had anything better to do anyways. She'd probably lose Skylar at some point - which in the grand scheme of things was fine. It was what usually happened when they partied together especially if Skylar was the one hosting. Besides if she hung around Skylar too long she'd end up more drunk than she needed to be and she had a tournament the next day, so a hangover was not the wave.

Besides, maybe at some point a handsome young man would come sweep her off her feet and keep her distracted for the night (coughteddycough Qwertycakes ). Until then, she'd enjoy the company with probably...probably her only genuine friend in Paradise.

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Paddy MacCormack

Padric was forever grateful to Mick. He got to skip being a beat cop and was plucked straight into one of the most elite units in the city. Sure he had a long way to go and a lot to learn, but he was on a fast track to becoming detective. With that came prestige, rank, and almost just as importantly, a significant payraise.

That being said, as much as Paddy was indebted to Mick he hated that Mick didn't have better things to do than be a cop. Why? Because it was nights like this where a still very much, fresh out of college young lad with many nights of partying ahead of him would rather be anywhere else than doing security at a party. At the least Mick let him wear plain clothes and attend the party. He just wasn't allowed to "drink", but a couple of drinks without Mick knowing wouldn't hurt anybody. It wasn't like they were on the books anyways. It wasn't necessarily unethical for him to drink.

He had started his day bright and early. Mick and Jessie had a long night, but thankfully Mick had long sent him Paddy home. His day wasn't unusual. He took a run on the beach, lifted some weights at the gym, cooked his meal prep for the week ahead and watched sports all day in his room before eventually taking a nap. Before his alarm could even wake him a phone call from Mick did.

Are you up?
"C'mon fella," his Irish accent strongest when he just wakes up, "Me alarm was going off in like five feckin' seconds."

I'll take that as a yes. Meet me at the Kennedy place and before you ask, yes you can use the UC.
"I'll have you know sarge has it assigned to me for personal use too."

Until I tell him otherwise, so just meet me, yeah? -click-
Paddy groaned slowly raising out of the bed and climbing down his loft style studio apartment to head to the bathroom to take a shower. Slowly he got dressed, black turtle neck, black blazer, black fitted jeans, and black sneakers. He made sure to put the chain on to complete the fit. If he was going to be pretending to party, he'd least like to look the part.

He grabbed his keys, locked up his apartment, and got into the truck heading to the Kennedy mansion. He parked to the side where the rest of the crew was meeting up with Mick, before getting his instructions. Slowly he crept in the house, talking to the other staff hired, and making sure he went over all of the places he needed to make sure he could protect whomever needed it in case the worst happen.

Eventually people started to come in, most noticeably Jina who he didn't know directly, but Mick did tell him the story about arresting her one night. Eventually the party started and Paddy found himself in a corner sipping on apple juice from a cup and watching over everything going on. When his eyes landed on Isabella he noticed she was headed his way. Was it to talk to him? They had spoke on a few occasions before, but mostly in the courtroom with him testifying. He had been wanting to ask her out, but never really got the chance.

She was coming his way, but didn't really seem like she was coming to talk to him. It didn't matter..he was going to take his opportunity, and spoke up over the music, "Hey! You're Isabella right? I didn't expect to see you here."

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Now I want to sniff some glue

by The Ramones

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Isabella ( Not Meat )
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Lord

dee-saster.

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confused but ready to do it again

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sky's party

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Asher

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gasp

A fit of coughs followed that desparate gasp for air. Heavy breathing accompanied by frantic darting eyes. Manicured and tattooed hands grasping for anything close in a frenzy, before finally landing upon a clear bottle containing a clear liquid. They moved to the chapped lips of the brown skinned woman known as Dee, with her hair chaotic in its pony tail as she took a sip.

PTOOEY

A mist of liquid filled the air as Dee's red eyes landed on the bottle, barely making out what it was through her blurred vision.

"Yo what the fuck. Who puts gin in a fuckin' bottle."

Came her raspy voice, clearly agitated by the discovery when she was searching for something to quell her thirst. Air being sucked between her teeth caused a noise to rattle through the room she was in, as her hands finally found a gatorade bottle and she immediately downed it down, finally calming down as she rubbed her blurry vision away.

"Yo where am I."

she groaned as she flicked the covers from her body revealing only black nike pro fit bottoms with the matching top on her torso. She slowly slid from the bed, rubbing her eyes again as she let out a yawn the size of a lion's roar escape her lips. Her bare feet flopped against the cold marble floor as she looked for any clues of where she was while simultaneously trying to recall what even happened last night,

"Shit..was it the percs?"

She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear the figurative and in some regard quite literal cobwebs from her head.

Eventually she discovered her clothes, put those on and yelled out,

"AY YO, anyone here?"

When there was no answer she slipped into her sneakers and found the front door. The sun was extremely overbearing and the light sent a sharp pain through her head and caused her to quite literally hiss like an alley cat. She ran her hand under nose sniffling as her eyes got used to the light and she noticed the parking lot and the other connecting luxury townhouses. She looked them over and started to nod her head like she was knowing, before cackling and shaking her head,

"I still have absolutely no fucking clue where I am, pinche puta."

She let out another slow laugh grabbing her phone from her pocket and groaning when she noticed it was not only dead but cracked to hell.

It must have been one hell of a night. She noticed her motorcycle not far off and thanked whatever deity was watching over her if she had taken that thing to this place under the influence, because only a God kept her alive. She fished for her keys in her pocket, moved over to the motorcycle and put the key in turning it, watching as the dash lit up like holiday lights. Her left hand found the ignition as it the bike make the start up noice, before the extremely loud engine roared to life causing her to wince. Yeah, this was going to be a painful ride home. Her gear wasn't in sight outside of the pink helmet she wore, but she figured helmet was better than nothing as she slid it on , wrapped her leg around it, saddling up, kicking the kick stand up and shifting from neautral to first. She pulled the clutch in, pulled the throttle and slowly she started to pull off, before finally zooming off.

It wouldn't take her long to get home, pulling the motorcycle in the garage getting off, and walking it to the freight elevator, before taking the elevator to her floor. When she arrived to the condo she was renting, she walked the bike to its special spot, kicking the down kickstand. She grabbed her cracked phone and pulled the sim card out, tossing it in the trash before opening a cabinet with a lot of random iphones, mostly the newer ones, pulling one and putting her sim card in it. When she did, the messages started pouring in and she shook her head, she wasn't dealing with that right now. She needed a nap.

So she found a bottle nyquil, drank straight half of it straight from the bottle, and went to sleep. Hours later she slowly rose from the bed feeling much better, outside of the headache from dehydration. She managed to get to the fridge and down a bottle of gatorade before checking her phone. She read through a few texts, responding to Asher ( era ) letting him know that she was on the way. She went into the closet, grabbing a simple but fly fit of the long sleeve fubu shirt, the chains, the fatigues and butter timbs. She looked in the mirror and made sure to get her hair and makeup together. Once she was satisfied she called an uber and BOOM was at the party..looking around for Asher.

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CLOVER JASPER

Clover couldn't hide her smile when he smiled at her attempt to get his name right. Inwardly cringing as he explained the M part was right but Matt was nowhere near Michael. But she laughed it off anyway, "Mick." She repeated back, as if she was getting rid of the Matt guess altogether. "I've seen you in a few times, you never buy anything though." She pointed out in a teasing tone, "how will you help the economy by window shopping?" She joked and stepped a little closer so she could hear him better over the music, but still a fair way from being close to even a graze.

'What's your excuse?' He questioned, and she wracked her brain for a solid answer to give him. "I guess my friend Nico convinced me to come out. I don't know why I agreed, the party, booze, loud music, none of its really my thing." She explained, looking down at the floor as she crossed one ankle over the other. But he seemed to be enjoying the conversation so she continued, "I wanted to watch the fireworks from my Jeep." She said with a slight shrug, "I guess lonely people gravitate to the next most exciting thing." It was a lot to admit, but she didn't have any substances in her system, and he didn't seem intoxicated at all either, so maybe it was nice to be having a genuine conversation in a house that was full of ingenuine ones.

"How long are you working for?" She inquired, though not because she was the 'take home a guy after first meeting him' type of person, but because maybe if he didn't get off too late they could go see some fireworks. Parties all over town would be lighting them well into the sun rise. Finally she looked back up at him. She'd noticed him, which is probably why she asked Sapphire his name so long ago. He seemed almost shy, like he keeps to himself, she liked the type like that. They seemed to know more about their own lives than the guys who put themselves out there. Like the one person she'd slept with so far while in town, Alexei was a mess and everyone knows it. Which is why she swore off guys like that. Mick though, was different.

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Skylar

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Happy

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Kammi

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Skylars smile was genuine.

She weaved through the partygoers, holding Kammi's hand as she led them up to her bedroom. Skylar had known she would end up taking someone up there eventually, she hadn't quite thought that it would be one of her best friends... and for a completely different reason than she had thought.

A quick hand pulled the little key fob out of her bra and pressed it to the pad beside the door. There was a mechanical whir and a click as her bedroom door unlocked. Skylar reached for the handle and opened up the door, holding it open for Kammi before letting it go. It slowly shut and locked again behind them.

"Literally the only plus side of my dad being fucking insane." Skylar commented as she walked over to her vanity and started turning the little jewelry stand that sat on the surface. She glanced back at Kammi for a moment, examining the dress she wore for a moment before casting her eyes back onto her options.

"I think that dress is from Venice so... something italian for sure." Skylar mumbled to herself. She picked a few options and walked over to Kammi, holding each one up to her skin until she decided on one. "Take this."

Skylar was almost demanding as she spoke, handing the necklace to Kammi then crossing the room again to toss the other options on the vanity. She pulled out a little felt case filled with earrings and skimmed the options. Bright blue eyes flickered up from Kammi then back down to the case again, squinting slightly as she searched.

"Ahh. there we go." Gentle fingers plucked out two matching diamond earrings to go with the necklace. She swept across the room again and held out a hand, "Take out yours and put these in. Those earrings look cheap. You're not cheap and you're not wearing a thousand dollar dress with cheap earrings."

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Elliot was nodding the whole day away, his body had sunken in the couch so far, he was almost whole with it. He spent it last twenty bucks on some oxy that was probably cut up with some other garbage but Elliot was just happy to get a fix at this point. He had ''quit'' 4 months ago but losing his job wasn't a really good time to push through. He needed a break, he deserved one.

The only one who was upset by losing his job was Daisy and she didn't have to know he had a weak moment. Besides, he was kind of used to lying about it.
Elliot was sad about losing his job, sure, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. He missed having any free time and besides, playing video games and binge drinking wasn't a terrible by-time.
'Ten o'clock?' Elliot felt his heart skip a beat, fuck, he had probably nodded off for another four hours and he promised not only but Daisy he'd be there at ten. That went well.
He rubbed his hand through his hair shortly to shape it but he didn't look any different then 5 minutes ago. Elliot wasn't going to be able to fix those bags under his eyes.

Arriving at Sky wasn't much of a hustle even though the ten minute walk turned into an half hour walk when he realized halfway he forgot his little treats and he was not going anywhere without those. The party was already pretty booming when he arrived, lights flashing and the music loud. Maybe a little too loud, god, he was a party pooper.
When he came in, he greeted a few people with half a smile as he wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. He sometimes forgot how luxury Skylar lived and how huge this apartment was.

Bathroom. He needed a bathroom, his hands were already shaking from the way over here and he really wanted to let go tonight, luckily he had not spotted Daisy yet so he sneaked in one of the hallways to find the bathroom. Knocking on a few doors before mumbling fuck it and taking the little bag out of his pocket and swallowing one of the pills dry.
The thing was that Elliot didn't even want to have sex with Sky at this point, he loved Daisy but he felt suffocated even though he could never leave her side. Things were awkward. Elliot didn't want her to have a thing with any other guys but he also didn't want to let go of his freedom and Sky gave him that part. Not letting go of his freedom, at nights like these Sky and him were a perfect match.

Elliot sunk down against the wall in the hallway, hearing the music a bit muffled and still feeling a bit dazy. The conversation he would have with Daisy if he came back home tonight wouldn't be great so maybe not coming home at all would be the best option. Besides, he didn't want to find her with any other guy on top of her. He'd lose his shit.
When he spotted a figure coming through the hallway he expected nobody but stood up immediately when he realized who it was, 'Dais!' He smiled at her a bit awkwardly, they hadn't talked since he broke the news to her about his job. Daisy wanted him to talk to Julian, get him started on this new movie thing but he wasn't sure. That whole hollywood ordeal scared him more than it should.
Even though he was against it, he didn't want to dissapoint Daisy. She was the only thing keeping him on his feet at this point.

'I didn't expect you to be here this early,' he was able to brought out to her as he moved his hand over to rub her shoulder a bit. 'You're not mad at me, are you?' He asked, pulling his hand back and leaning against the wall. He didn't ask in an insecure way, just a reassuring way so she woulnd't ask any more questions about his habits. 'If I knew you were going to be here, I would've brought another bottle of wine,' he jokingly added, hoping to cut away some of the tension between him and his ex. It never really went away.

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Shit. He remembered her name.

Isabella felt herself panic. No matter how hard she tried she failed on remembering his name. They had spoken before. She had used that name before. Why could she not remember his name?

What was it? Mac? MacGreggor? No. No that didn't feel right. Was it too late for her to walk away? Could she just ignore him calling out her name and pretend she didn't hear it? No. It was definitely too late now, they had made eye contact. How was it that she could recall minute details of a case at the drop of a hat but when it came to a name of a man she had met before she couldn't find it no matter how hard she tried?

It was too late now. Her feet had betrayed her. She was locked into this conversation now.

"Right. Isabella Balmaceda." She spoke, nervously shifting her weight, "I was not expecting to be here... Not much of a party person, you know?"

If only she could remember his name. Isabella tried to think back to the last time she had seen him. Which case was it? A murder trial. A stabbing. That much she knew, but what was the list? He had testified for the case, what did he say? Officer... Officer...

"It's Officer MacCormack, right? You testified for the Giudicelli trial, right?" Finally. Isabella cracked a gentle smile. She had stopped fidgeting, now feeling confident that she had the right name to the right face. "How have you been?"

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MOOD: Tipsy

OUTFIT:x

LOCATION: New Year's Eve Party

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Qwertycakes

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sara alcott

That an object can be moved, changed, or affected
Without being touched
Without physically being touched

Where the fuck did Bells go? They'd been at the party for ONE damn minute, and her grouchy buddy had already been seperated by the crowd. Sara had tried her best to find her again, but no dice. Bells was nowhere to be seen.

Hopefully she was at least having some fun, wherever she was. Sara was constantly having to beg her friend to do anything other than working 24/7. Hence why she'd dragged Bells to the party, despite her friend's protests. And there were many. But she had never been one to give up where her buddies were concerned. That was how the two had become friends in the first place, and that was how she'd hopefully saved her from the gruesome fate of working on New Year's Eve.

With a sigh, Sara relented, sending a quick text to Bella to make sure her buddy was still alive, and resolving to go on her merry way. She'd run into her eventually. She took a spin around the room, beer in hand, in search of her next target. Finn. Her best friend in the history of the universe, and Sara's go to whenever she was happy, sad, lonely, annoyed, or bored. Despite the fact that he famously hated parties, Finn had miraculously agreed to meet her tonight.

Which was exactly why Sara had traded her empty beer bottle for a shot or two in hopes of hyping herself up for this moment. Logically she knew that she had nothing to be nervous about. This was Finn for crying out loud. They'd had a decades worth of humiliating and cringe-worthy moments between them, and it was highly unlikely that she could fuck things up beyond repair in one night. At least that's what she wanted to believe. But the blaring music, dimmed lights, and crowded room were giving Sara skin-curlingly mortifying flashbacks to the last party they'd gone to together.

It was so fucking stupid. Sara's failed attempt at putting the moves at Finn happened years ago, and she still couldn't get over it. That painful confirmation that her feelings were clearly one-sided still stung to this day, as hard as she tried to wipe that memory from her brain. But her failure still lingered like a sadistic parasite, worsened by their joint decision to never ever speak of that moment again. Whatever. There was no point dwelling on this.

Her eyes scanned the room once again, brightening as she saw her gangly friend awkwardly standing in the corner. Part liquid courage, part general giddiness, and partially overcompensating, Sara made her way through the hordes of partygoers to hurry over to her friend and let out a slurred squeal. "FEYYYYINNNNNNNNN!" Before he could even have time to properly register what was happening, the poor guy was glomped in a massive bear hug "Missed youuuuu." She lazily drawled.

After calming down slightly, Sara tugged on Finn's arm, guiding him towards a sofa in one of the slightly more secluded areas of the room. Emphasis on slightly. As the (not technically) couple settled down, Sara's gaze shifted, trying to think of what to say to break the slightly awkward silence. Play it cool. The voice in her head instructed. Why couldn't she thinking of something to say? 23 years on this earth and Sara always had something to say until right now. There was one thing that occupied Sara's buzzed brain right now, and it was something that she could under no circumstances bring up to Finn. Ever.

Another minute passes. Total silence. She can't take it anymore. She has to say something. "You know what's crazy? I'm pretty sure the last party we went to was a New Year's Eve Party." Sara slurred/mused, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "The one where I tried to kiss you." A throaty laugh escapes her lips in hopes of downplaying what she just said.

Fucking hell.

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