Realistic or Modern Auburn Springs

[ohdittoh]

@freudianslipnslide says:

CK has often contemplated strangling his siblings, and now he was contemplating it once again. His hands gripped his wheel tightly as he pulled out of the drive, his eyes set in front of him. His jaw was clenched tightly.

He wanted to pull something like what his aunt and uncle used to when he and his siblings go on road trips with them— whip off the road, slam on the brakes, and just close his eyes and yell, “Mercedes, Chelsea, I swear to Christ that I will drop you both off here and make you walk there!” Though, of course, he’d omit the Chelsea, and insert a few choice words.

He resisted the urge, though. This whole fucking week had been an exercise in self-control. Maybe this was the final exam or some shit.

Shut up. He was trying to make this better for himself.

He did his best to just focus on the road, turn off everything that was going on around...

And then she took off her seatbelt. And started. Fucking. Dancing.

He worked his jaw, trying not to snap.

And then she started singing.

He muted the radio on the wheel and glared at Mer, growling, “Shut up and stop being annoying.”

He pulled his eyes from her and moved them back to the road. He unmuted the radio after a minute or so of riding in silence and turned it to a very low volume. By then, the song had ended, and suddenly Mercedes was prying him about something.

“You look fine, Merky,” he said, using his dumb nickname for her in a attempt to get her to shut up. “Now just shut up and quit moving so much. It’s distracting.”

He went quiet for a moment, and he looked over at her with a sigh. “Mom didn’t ruin anything. You look pretty without anything. If only you weren’t so damn annoying.” Her discounting herself or being so fussy about dumb stuff like makeup really pissed him off. “Now stop being so down about yourself. It’s annoying.”

He maneuvered his car to sit perfectly in-between two others— parallel parking was a strength of his— and he put it in park. He looked at his sister, eyes serious and bordering angry. “Don’t do anything you would regret or that makes us look bad,” he said, and he thumped her forehead with his forefinger before grabbing his keys and stepping out of his car, not bothering to look back.

Chelsea made his way in, and when he did, the area around him immediately felt more tense.

Something bad was going to happen tonight.

He pushed past some people and made his way to the drink table, ignoring those around and grabbing himself a beer. He could afford one. That was legal. One beer, and that’d be it.

His cold eyes wandered about the room. He didn’t want to be here right now, and that much was obvious by his expression and the don’t-test-me-ness of his stance.

His eyes spotted someone who he’d meant to speak to all week. Shit. He’d forgotten to do that, hadn’t he?

He walked up to her. “Cade,” he greeted casually, though it came out nearly angrily. “I finally caught up with you.”

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{ MOOD }
+ pissed +

{ LOCATION }
+ the party. finally. +

{ INTERACTIONS }
+ mercedes +

{ MENTIONS }
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CHELSEA FREUD
♬ "go away, leave me alone" ♬

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CK has often contemplated strangling his siblings, and now he was contemplating it once again. His hands gripped his wheel tightly as he pulled out of the drive, his eyes set in front of him. His jaw was clenched tightly.

He wanted to pull something like what his aunt and uncle used to when he and his siblings go on road trips with them— whip off the road, slam on the brakes, and just close his eyes and yell, “Mercedes, Chelsea, I swear to Christ that I will drop you both off here and make you walk there!” Though, of course, he’d omit the Chelsea, and insert a few choice words.

He resisted the urge, though. This whole fucking week had been an exercise in self-control. Maybe this was the final exam or some shit.

Shut up. He was trying to make this better for himself.

He did his best to just focus on the road, turn off everything that was going on around...

And then she took off her seatbelt. And started. Fucking. Dancing.

He worked his jaw, trying not to snap.

And then she started singing.

He muted the radio on the wheel and glared at Mer, growling, “Shut up and stop being annoying.”

He pulled his eyes from her and moved them back to the road. He unmuted the radio after a minute or so of riding in silence and turned it to a very low volume. By then, the song had ended, and suddenly Mercedes was prying him about something.

“You look fine, Merky,” he said, using his dumb nickname for her in a attempt to get her to shut up. “Now just shut up and quit moving so much. It’s distracting.”

He went quiet for a moment, and he looked over at her with a sigh. “Mom didn’t ruin anything. You look pretty without anything. If only you weren’t so damn annoying.” Her discounting herself or being so fussy about dumb stuff like makeup really pissed him off. “Now stop being so down about yourself. It’s annoying.”

He maneuvered his car to sit perfectly in-between two others— parallel parking was a strength of his— and he put it in park. He looked at his sister, eyes serious and bordering angry. “Don’t do anything you would regret or that makes us look bad,” he said, and he thumped her forehead with his forefinger before grabbing his keys and stepping out of his car, not bothering to look back.

Chelsea made his way in, and when he did, the area around him immediately felt more tense.

Something bad was going to happen tonight.

He pushed past some people and made his way to the drink table, ignoring those around and grabbing himself a beer. He could afford one. That was legal. One beer, and that’d be it.

His cold eyes wandered about the room. He didn’t want to be here right now, and that much was obvious by his expression and the don’t-test-me-ness of his stance.

His eyes spotted someone who he’d meant to speak to all week. Shit. He’d forgotten to do that, hadn’t he?

He walked up to her. “Cade,” he greeted casually, though it came out nearly angrily. “I finally caught up with you.”

 

[Soap]

They deserved a break. Yeah.

Of course they did.

Raven had got inside, scooting closer to Mason and avoided eye contact with their Uber driver. It was always unnecessarily awkward with drivers, and if they had the choice to walk all the way to Auburn Springs? She would've. Not to mention the money she'd save. "The million dollar question." She chuckled and shook her head at the mention of the princess. "It's a game of cat and mouse, so... we'll see what happens there. I'll pounce when the timing is right." Raven was mostly joking.

Mostly.

It's been a while since Raven had been a relationship-- well, she doesn't actually do relationships. At least she doesn't mean to get into one, it kind of just happens? Diego was the last person she actually had feelings for, and he was a whole different situation. They weren't the definition of a toxic relationship, they were just a small example of one. They haven't talked since he had gotten out of juvie and Raven isn't sure if she wants to. Old feelings weren't fun to bring up. "What about you and Honey?" They weren't fun to bring up, but at the end of day, they were still there. It wasn't fair but then again nothing about relationships were fair. "How was that sushi date thing? Have you found the 'one' yet, Mr. Rivera?" Raven made a show of wiggling her brows.

"Will you still remember me when you're living in the mansion of your dreams? Although, you likely won't be married to the girl of your dreams, we both know that's me."

Raven

INTERACTIONS:: Mason

MENTIONS: Valerie, Diego, Honey

TAGS: jasmyn Winona Zatanna

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[erzulie]

Aaliyah Perkins

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been able to really relax or enjoy herself. Between work and taking care of things at home Aaliyah rarely had time to focus on herself. Not that she was complaining of course. Her brother was her entire world and there was no doubt that she would do anything for him, would look after him for as long as she was able to. She wouldn’t deny that him getting an actual nurse had made things a little easier for her and her mother. She had been hesitant at first, seeing as it would be a stranger looking after Darius. But the nurse and her mother had soothed her, putting her concerns at ease.

Aaliyah stood in front of her full length mirror, admiring the outfit that she put together. It hadn't been her first choice but seeing as her jeans had decided to rip on her she had switched to a denim skirt. She turned at the sound of her bedroom door opening and someone walking in. Aaliyah was met with the sight of her mother gazing at her critically, her arms folded over her chest. Of course, Aaliyah never managed to escape without her mama taking a look at her outfit. So she only grinned as she waited for her judgment. “Mama don’t start. It’s not even that bad.”

“Girl, look at your chest. If you jump, your breasts will go flying right out of that hole. And your stomach...lemme just…” Charity walked over to her daughter, pulling down the shirt to cover her stomach. “Aaliyah Janelle Perkins!” She shook her head when more of her chest was revealed. Charity was beginning to think that maybe her daughter didn’t realize that she was on the thicker side, not that it was a bad thing of course.

A small when escaped the teen’s lip. She knew that her mama would do this. Which is why she should have tried to leave as fast as possible. “Ma, stop. You’re gonna stretch it out. It’s fine. I bring a jacket or something.” At this point she knew just what to say to appease her mother. And it’s worked. Her mama merely rolled her eyes at her, but then hugged her and told her to stay safe And after giving her brother a kiss on the cheek Aaliyah was off.

The drive to the party was lengthy but thankfully for her she wasn’t in a rush. By the time she arrived it seemed like the party was in full swing. She could help but he impressed by the hostess’ house even though she had traveled to Auburn a variety of times. The mansion was steady filling up with people and the flow didn’t look like it would be stopping anytime soon.

Once inside Aaliyah made her way over to the drink table. “Excuse me.” She said to the people around, not wanting to get in their way. Seeing as she didn’t plan on getting drunk Aaliyah opted for a pomegranate and lime spritzer. Just as Aaliyah was going to take a sip she noticed a familiar face. “Oh, Hey.” She greeted Harry casually before turning to head somewhere else.

location: drink table
interactions: harry
mentions:
tags: fin
outfit: here

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

if i get high enough

For once in his life, Milo didn't get high before a party. The main reason - the only reason, really - was because he was worried about Drake. They'd texted a couple times since the 'school tour incident', as Milo thought of it, but it was difficult to gauge Drake's mental state through written words. Even then, Milo didn't want to risk something going wrong and him being unable to do something because he wasn't sober. So, he hadn't smoked all day. It was... not super enjoyable, considerig how used to getting high at least once a day he was, but he persevered. Worst case scenario, Drake was fine and there had been no need for him to be sober, and he could just get high later that night.

Being sober was also a great way to get his dad to drive them to the party. He more than likely would have said yes anyway, but he was especially eager when he thought Milo was turning over a new leaf. He didn't even express any worries with Milo's outfit - he said he liked the converse and suit look. Maybe he was being sarcastic... anyway, Milo was able to convince him to pick Drake up to. Milo had smiled at Drake when he got in the car, but the car ride had been a little awkward. Milo talked enough for the two of them, and he was okay that Drake didn't contribute much. But his father was very clearly worrying about who this boy was. Still, he seemed happy enough when Drake thanked him once they'd arrived. Milo eagerly tumbled out of the car, his father calling after him to be safe.

Despite how 'normal' Drake was acting, Milo could tell that he wasn't 100% himself, so he was kind of glad that he'd stayed sober. Drake was going on about alcohol, and Oliver - Milo could not figure out the connection - and then he was deciding that they were going to drink vodka. Milo had barely a second to admit, "I don't drink," before Oliver himself shows up. Milo flinched at Drake's tone before he changed it, surer now than before that something was definitely up. He looked down at his red solo cup as Drake poured vodka into it, picking it up when the other two boys did, but then putting it back down while they downed their drinks.

Sly was soon joining their little group, and Milo smiled at him, but then his smile dropped when Sly suggested a drink-off. Getting extremely drunk sounded like a really bad idea for Drake, but who was Milo to argue? He ran his fingers along the rim of the cup filled with his untouched drink sub-consciously, shooting Drake a worried look.

milo

MOOD: sweating

LOCATION: val's party

OUTFIT: king

INTERACTIONS: Winona Chimney Swift fin

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[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx with black combat boots

basics

ryan geminiy

mentions

sly fin
drake Winona
oliver Chimney Swift

interactions

Danielle Monroe

dani ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bisexual ~ ambridge

Looking in the mirror, Dani sighed and peeled off the red top before throwing it on her bed. She had been looking through her clothes for half an hour but for some reason, she just didn't like anything she put on. Maybe it was the need to dress up a little so she didn’t feel so out of place or whatever but it was frustrating. Of course, in the middle of her search for the right outfit Sly had called and they both went back and forth about what the hell the dress code for this party was. His suggestion that they skip the event altogether was tempting but they needed to go. Even if they didn’t trust any of the Springers they needed to know more about them. Survival 101. Right? She hung up the phone when he said he would be over in ten minutes and groaned. Picking out the next thing she saw and decided it would just have to do.

Just as promised, he arrived at her house a minute after she pulled on her shoes and they were off to the Princess' Palace for the party. Now, Dani wasn’t sure what she had been expecting because she already knew that Valerie was rich but damn. This house was huge, why did it need to be so…fancy? Part of her was envious but the other part was just annoyed at it. “Jesus, it really is a palace” she breathed as they entered. Her eyes rolled when Sly went straight for Oliver and Drake. At first, she had tried to keep them from being idiots but now she just wanted to let them. Of course, she was all for not abandoning people but what the hell could she do? Drake was...well, Drake and she could hardly drag Oliver out by his damn ear.

When Sly challenged the former to a drinking contest she rolled her eyes. He knew how she felt which was likely why he avoided looking her way. Five minutes into the party and it already felt like a mess waiting to happen. “Really?” she started, her eyes leaving Sly and falling on Oliver and Drake for a minute. "You are a bunch of idiots," she shook her head. Maybe in any other setting or without the many conversations leading up to this moment, Dani would've been all into having fun and letting loose but this was just stupid. Oliver doing it for experimental purposes and Drake being coined an expert, what a joke.

She wasn't going to waste her energy anymore so instead she just told Sly that she needed some air and walked away before he could protest. Ryan was already freaking out about the whole thing on Twitter and while she agreed with him that the whole thing was a bad idea, she was also tired of being expected to be the mother hen. The only reason she hadn’t told Ryan where they were was that she was afraid he would be pissed at Sly for encouraging it and then she knew where that would likely lead. Being in the middle of a fight between two people she cared about wasn’t her idea of fun and it would only spiral to her having to choose between them.

Fucks sake. It was like she and Ryan couldn’t see eye to eye about anything this past week and it all circled back to a fight. Shit had gotten out of hand for no reason, they weren't on opposite sides here. Dani was almost willing to find him and apologize for fighting with him over Twitter once again but then he said it... Can you please come muzzle your bitch? Any chance of Dani wanting to talk had gone out the window with that comment and she hated that. She couldn't just sit back and let Ryan direct his hate for Sly towards her though, especially not on public Twitter. Had Sly made the same comment she would've been just as pissed, right? Yeah, of course, she would have been.

She was going to ignore Ryan's DMs and give herself time to chill out but him saying that he was choosing for her by taking himself out of the equation got to her. What did that even mean? Apparently, she wasn't going to find out since her last message went unread so whatever. The pink-haired girl shover her phone into her back pocket and hooked the car keys on her belt loop. She'd learned a few tricks from him and pickpocketing came in handy sometimes, like now while he was off drinking and she would inevitably have to drive him home later. It was then that she realized she had no idea what to do at this party now and she was just aimlessly wandering the huge house.

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[fin]

SLY

mentions. n/a.
interactions. eden, LowkeyLovingLoki
mood. very fucking nervous.
location. eden's house.
outfit. xoxo.

Even after a year of being with Eden, Roman couldn't quite shake the nerves that came with trying to please her parents. They were harsh, and expecting-- and Roman had far from delivered each time he'd showed up. When he'd first gotten with Eden, he was a notorious flirt, and asshole. Safe to say his first impression was one he tried not to remember. One of the times he'd came back to Vermont to visit Eden he'd bought glasses of red wine for them, and they'd touted him as an alcoholic. Now, he was returning with his dad incarcerated, and mother coping as an unrestrained bimbo.

God, they were definitely going to dump him for Eden. He could feel the shivers creeping up his spine just thinking about it.

"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Martinez. I'm your daughter-- No, I mean, I'm with your daughter. Fuck!" Roman frowned, and slammed his fist down against the steering wheel. An exasperated sigh escaped Roman's lips, and he laid his head down on the wheel in defeat. Yet again, he was going to embarrass himself and there was nothing he could do to stop it. This was hopeless, and the sound of his friends texting him to ask if he was on his way did little to help.

In his head, Roman counted from 1 to 10 as quickly as he could, drawing his focus to the numbers rather than any of his underlying insecurities. He tucked the pure, white Lily corsage into the inside of his tuxedo, and held up a pack of Belgium's finest dark chocolate to his chest. Moments later, he was standing on the parch of the Martinez home, his heart tripling in speed as he anticipated Eden, and her parents.

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Martinez. I'm your parent-- I'm your daughter--- I'm, uh..--" Fuck, thinking it to himself wasn't helping either.

by @leviathan.​

 

[Chimney Swift]

Oliver

The second shot went down just as painfully as the first. By the sixth, Oliver was hunched over and pressing his fingers to his neck, feeling for his fast and thready pulse. He kept drinking everything Drake handed him, though, sloppily scribbling down notes after choking down each stinging swallow. His surroundings quickly morphed into a nondescript and nauseating swirl. He didn't seem to notice Dani and Sly approach the table, tilting dizzily as he kept tallying up his vitals.

As soon as Sly's hand latched onto the younger teen's head, he seemed to freeze up, making a small high-pitched sound as he felt as though someone had dumped ice water down his back. It seemed he could neither move away nor speak, his messy notes falling from his hand as he started rapidly tapping his knuckles against his collarbone, his eyes still squeezed shut. Sly's voice was unrecognizable to Oliver in the oppressive racket of sounds. It all just sounded like pain to him. The lights hurt. The noise hurt. The smells, the clawing of vodka in his throat, and Sly rhythmically tilting him back and forth really hurt. But he did nothing to try to get away, caught like a deer in headlights.

"Is he ok?" He managed to hear someone ask... a girl. A familiar one. Wait, Ashley? Ashley was here. By the time he blinked his eye open to confirm it, taking a gasp of air as if he'd been held underwater, he could only just barely spot her in the mess of people. He didn't even register that she was talking about him, because he wasn't at all aware of his own condition. Was he stressed out? Sick? Already drunk? He didn't know. He looked at her as a focal point, a thousand different emotions flickering over his face.

He could feel more bodies start to crowd around the liquor table, more voices joining in attacking his eardrums. He grabbed for his pencil as if his life depended on it, flicking it back and forth in his fingers. Helping? Not helping? Did he need help? He would not be able to describe what he was experiencing if he tried. He felt... numb wasn't the word. It wasn't that he wasn't feeling anything, he just couldn't translate whatever was happening to him into words. Physical and emotional feelings were no longer distinct from each other.

He felt bad. Just bad. That was all he could say for certain.

He had started hitting his forehead with his hand, seeming not to realize he was even doing so. This was his good hand, naturally, the one that still held Honey's pencil in a stone-cold grip. The pupils of his wild brown eyes looked to be constricted as though a under a bright light, and his unfixed gaze flitted around the crowd without focus or clear intent. He was seeing, taking in information, but instead of processing and understanding it, it was just added to the disorganized mess of stimuli in his brain.

He didn't want to drink anymore. He hadn't learned much except that alcohol was just as foul-tasting as he had anticipated, and that even rich people parties were still way too loud. He'd officially lasted less than an hour and gained no experience of note. This seemed unfair. He religiously followed the advice of his friends, because even if he said he didn't trust them, he sure as fuck did not trust himself. If they told him he had no common sense, he didn't. If Drake said substance abuse would fix that, well... down the hatch.

With apologies to his expert, chalk this experiment up to a failure.

Failed studies hurt.

mood

Overstimulated

outfit

this!

interactions

Drake, Sly, Dani, Ashley

tags

Winona fin
tamarapasek
jasmyn

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[r e i]

FAITH MILA GOMEZ

mood: maybe...he's cute + location: val's room -> party + outfit: xxx + tags: jasmyn Chimney Swift

Faith felt pampered. Her brother went off and got her an Frappuccino because she didn't wanna face what was looking like her rejection by an Starbucks girl. Her best friend invited her out to the spa with the girls, to get relaxed before the party. So of course she decided to go and get pampered. It felt good to have people tending to her every need. She needed this but she kept thinking about that cute boy on twitter. Asking her out. Of course she knew that she probably shouldn't have said yes on twitter but something about him, just made her want to say yes. Maybe it was the ridiculous gifs that he kept popping in on twitter but honestly, she didn't think it was all that ridiculous. She thought it was adorable. She would never tell anyone but she hoped that he will get the courage to ask her out face to face. Faith...might be inclined to say yes again.

Once they were done at the spa, Faith went to Valerie's house to get ready. It was just her and the girls, and it felt great. Faith just wanted to hang out with the girls and have fun. Honestly, she may have been missing them somewhat as she had to do some community service during the summer for calling the judge, an crusty old man. She looked to Valerie, and asked "Is this alright?" Showing her what she was wearing. She was a bit nervous which was weird...she never been nervous before. Normally it was the guys that were nervous, not her but she was a tiny bit nervous. "Do you think he'll like it? I mean....would he?" She mumbles to her. She sighed and shook her head, She needed to snap out of this, she was Faith Gomez and she wasn't a punk. She was gonna make sure that she looked hot and that was what he was gonna get. She got dressed, and put on the shoes. She started to do her makeup, and hair. When her phone buzzed, she groaned cause only one person texts her while she is busy, and knows that she is busy.

From Idiot: Heading out. Parents think you are at Val's having an girls night.

To Idiot: What about you?

From Idiot: With my new tutor.

To Idiot: But you don't have an tutor yet?

From Idiot: Exactly. See you soon sis.

Faith smirked. Her brother may be an idiot but he had times where he was a bit of genius. Their parents did not like them partying, because at the last one Faith may have broken someone's jaw but that wasn't her fault. He called her an prude. She was not a prude, he was just ugly as fuck and she didn't want to make out with him. But because of that, she was currently not allow to go to parties so she had to hide the fact that she was at one by saying that she was at Val's who always covered for her. Once she finished her makeup, she said to Val, "I'm going downstairs. Tell me if you need anything darling. Or find Frankie and he'll handle it."

She went downstairs and looked around. Faith hoped that he was here....ok she really wanted him to be here. Where are you Genie?

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Hype!

OUTFIT: Here!

LOCATION: Valerie's party

two

INTERACTIONS: Faith

MENTIONS: Drake, Sly, Oliver, Dani.

two

TAGS: r e i

two

TL;DR: Genie makes an awkward pun proposal to the girl he met on the Internet.

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Eugene

Eugene made a quick stop by the liquor table as he scouted around gor Faith, sidestepping past some sort of Bridger Kid Altercation with a sing-song "'xcuse meee!". He looked around at his options for a bit, clicking his tongue in thought before pulling over a glass, a bottle of rum and some coke, throwing together a relatively light mix of the two. He didn't plan on getting really shitfaced tonight. After all, he had to go back home to his dad, whom he had reluctantly vowed sobriety to. It was only natural that his family had become hypervigilant over his health, but it was annoying as fuckity fuck. Couldn't he just have fun like the other hormone-addled idiots? He leaned casually against the wall, sipping at his drink and watching as a leather-clad tall boy challenged some skinny freshman-looking kid to a drinking contest. Hoo boy, that was not going to end well. The other three kids in the group also looked super young. One of them, being tipped around by the head really didn't look so good. Eugene couldn't help but let out a nervous giggle. Already this party had some sticky situations brewing.

Then, on the stairs, he spotted her. He jolted upright and spat up a mouthful of rum-laced coke. She looked... whoa. Flowing dark hair, some kind of a warm glow that just had to be his imagination.

"Hey! Hey, hey hey. Hey Faith!" He excitedly waved her over, leaving his drink on the table and nudging back through the crowd until they came face to face.

"Hey, so like... hi. I'm Eugene from Twitter. It is like, so nice to actually be meeting you in person. You look amazing, y'know? Wow." All pretense of being smooth immediately went flying out the window. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in awe. For all he knew he'd invented a whole new emotion.

"So, ahem," He started, barely able to contain the giddiness. "I waa gonna actually put this in something wasn't sure if you like, drank or not. And besides, it would be kind of creepy to start out being a stranger handing you a drink. That's how... heh, nevermind. That was awkward. But I made you this!"

He produced a lilac purple cocktail umbrella with a note written in tiny but neat handwriting and embellished with doodled hearts and a little smiley face. He gently opened it up and handed it off.

Why did the umbrella go to the therapist?

It had trouble opening up.

Go out with me?

"If I'd been thinking, I would've gotten flowers..." he commented, with a shrug. "But like, puns are my jam. So... whaddaya say?"

A bitch gotta know

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[Soap]

At least Chelsea didn't think she looked terrible. He thought she was annoying, clearly having thrown it into almost every sentence whenever he spoke to her, but by now Mercedes just learned to ignore it. Some people were just boring. She couldn't help them if they hated fun. "Whatever, thanks." Mercedes couldn't help but roll her eyes at his egoistical self as he left the car. "Don't do anything you would regret or that makes us look bad," she repeated Chelsea's words in an extremely unflattering tone. It's not that Mercedes hated Chelsea, it was far from that. Sometimes he was tolerable.

Sometimes.

He was too strict. That's probably Mercedes was closer to DC than she was CK.

"You should've driven yourself, Mer." A few people had glanced at her rather confused why the brunette was talking to herself. But she didn't even notice their stares while she struggled with the damn Tupperware of Jell-O shots. Mercedes adjusted her shirt before weaving her way through the many party-goers while she continued voicing her thoughts outloud. "Why did I even have to make them? Valerie could've like, ordered them or something. I swear I'm the only one who does anything in this town. And what do I get in return? Half-handed compliments. Yeah! Half-handed compliments. Nobody ever says, hey, thanks Mer for putting in the work for these beautiful roulette Jell-O shots, or that one time you put up all the streamers for Valerie's birthday party. Yeah, that's right I'm still upset about that. Okay, maybe I was the one who wanted them, but still. She could've offered to make them! It's just not--"

The brunette bumped into someone and thank the heavens that the Jell-O shots didn't fall. Well, one did. It probably wasn't that bad, as long as the person in front of her was mentally stable, it should be okay.

"Fair."

Yeah, nothing about anything was fair. And bumping into her ex's new beau wasn't fair either. The red goop fell onto the girl's shoes and it was only alarm across Mercedes's face once she realized who it was.

Shit.

"I'm... so sorry, Danielle."

Mercedes

INTERACTIONS:: CK, Dani

MENTIONS: Valerie,

TAGS: jasmyn ohdittoh

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[geminiy]

Coda Adams

They were on the same page of the same book in the same damn series. Coda had nowhere to turn as Angie closed in and he didn’t care. The minimizing distance meant nothing as he found his hand drifting to her waist, fingertips tracing the soft curve of her hip with a featherlight touch just soft enough to feel through the ebony fabric of her dress.

"If they're looking for me, they'll have to wait their turn."

It took everything in Coda not to groan at the thought. And then there was the nickname, Red, that, although unoriginal, seemed to belong solely to her. She knew exactly what she was doing. Angie was teasing him and she was doing a damn good job of it. Each word that dripped from her lips, each bat of her perfectly manicured eyelashes: everything about her was captivating. But two people could play that game and if Coda knew one thing about girls who liked to tease, they loved to get teased right back.

“A line up, hmm?” Coda asked, leaning back against the banister to create distance between himself and Angie, crossing his arms over his chest to block her off. “They might be on their way. Apparently I’m a hot commodity these days.”

Coda watched as Angie took a Jello shot before he followed the action of her finger down to her level, which happened to be a long way down. And then she spoke, her words making his knees weak. He wanted to do whatever she was asking him to, go wherever she wanted him to go. But she wasn’t going to get the satisfaction of having him so easily. He was certain Angie was used to guys falling at her feet and, although he really wanted to, Coda was not going to let it slide so easily.

Instead, Coda turned every table he could imagine as one strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer with a sharp jerk so that their bodies were pressed against one another. Slowly, he bent down once again so that this time, he was whispering in Angie’s ear.

Instead, Coda decided to turn every table he could imagine. She was not the one in charge, even if she believed she was. Coda’s arm snaked around her waist as he gently placed his hand on her middle back, fingers tracing a careful and delicate trail on her exposed skin. Then, in one swift motion, Coda pulled her close to him and twirled them around so that Angie was pressed against the banister, his spare arm leaning against the wall beside her while the other still around her back held her close to him.

“You know, lass,” Coda whispered softly, the warmth of his breath dancing on her neck. “It is incredibly rude to keep your guests waiting. The whole world should see how you look tonight.”

“I’m going to get another drink,” Coda continued, placing a kiss on her neck just below her ear. “I hope you’ll still be here when I get back because I’m not done yet with you yet, lass.”

Pulling away all contact with a careful drag of his fingertips, Coda straightened up to his full height once again and with a wink and a careful lick of his bottom lip, he left Angie in search for a drink or some air or something. Part of him hoped he had stunned her enough to keep her there pointlessly against the banister, but a bigger part of him wanted her to show him where the fuck that room of her’s was. Either way, Coda knew he had the upper hand. The ball was in Angie's court. Whatever she wanted to do, she could.

location

val's house

mood

buzzed and flirtatious

outfit

feelin good

tags

angie ohdittoh

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[geminiy]

Cade Adams

There Cade had been, standing alone and swaying to the music and drinking her whiskey back like water, when someone she realistically had no desire to see showed up to ruin her peace. There were few people she genuinely wanted to see at the party and CK was certainly not one of them. She watched him approach, eyes raised in both confusion and shock. He had a look on his face, though Cade couldn’t quite tell what said look was exactly. Rolling her eyes at his ‘catching up’ comment, Cade crossed her arms over her chest, bottle of whiskey still firmly in her grasp.

“Aye lad, I wasn’t runnin’.” Cade scoffed, the slightest hint of a laugh coming through her tone. “If you couldn’t ‘catch up’ with me standing entirely still, why that would be right shameful.”

Cade took a swig of her whiskey to suppress the surprise that was rolling around in her head. She had genuinely not expected CK to show after he had stood her up at the bus stop. Cade had waited for a good twenty minutes until her bus arrived with no sign of him anywhere. She hadn’t even heard of him or from him all week so she had thought (or hoped) that he had simply gotten the message. But there he was, standing there like a fool, though she had to commend him for showing up at all.

“So, Frat Boy, what're you doin’ here?” Cade asks, crossing her arms once again. The nickname hadn’t meant to come out of her mouth but she really didn’t care, it was fitting. “I thought you were going to wimp out of talkin’ with me. But 'ere? At a party of all places? You must be really desperate if you’re here when you could be havin’ fun.”

Taking another swig of whiskey, Cade readjusted her stance. She stood by her words earlier that week. She wasn’t interested in CK’s pointless flirting or begging of the whole homecoming situation or any other part of that ‘fuck boy’ attitude he had going on. In no universe was she ever going to be attracted to a guy who was going to choose her second and only because some other girl ignored him. Cade was also a solid 98% certain someone as… soft looking as CK wouldn’t even be able to begin to keep up with her. He was too cocky for her tastes. But where was the harm with messing with the guy? He was gonna pay for rolling up with that bullshit in her DMs earlier that week.

Plus, he had made a promise. One word about homecoming and the king and queen thing and he’d be leaving with a broken nose.

location

val's house

mood

'why '

outfit

heart-shaped box

tags

ck ohdittoh

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[ohdittoh]

@freudianslipnslide says:
Chelsea's hand itched to grab the bottle from the girl and take a gulp of it himself. He needed something strong if he was going to finish this conversation without losing his shit.

Actually, no, he was taking that back; if he were drunk, he'd'n't've had the self control to not knock someone out when he had first come in, which meant that this conversation wasn't going to happen.

And even if it did, if there was one thing that pissed him off more than his sister, it was people looking down upon him, and here this Scottish chick was, with the fucking nerve to ask why he was doing here with that arrogant tone of voice, so yeah, he'd've wanted to knock someone out by now.

"Desperation? I'd hardly call me that," Chelsea said, as nonchalantly as possible. "Moreso wanting to have a conversation. Same difference, right? Easily confusable," he teased dryly (and rather irritably). "What, you think I can't have any fun talking to you?"

He sighed softly and gave a quick, fast-fading smile. "What a pleasure meeting you here," he said. "I'm Chelsea, or CK. Either works. I realized we haven't met in person. I wanted to chat with you."

He had glazed over the fact that he had stood her up for the meeting at the bus stop-- but hey, listen, in his defense, his mind had been elsewhere because of the whole enduring and inflicting psychological torment thing, so it was acceptable. He didn't stand people up. Then again, he rarely made plans with people. He was a busy man.

"How was your first week?" he asked. "You're...Scottish, right? Is this your first time in America?" He was trying his damnedest to make conversation, but he sounded über pissed, so who knew how well this would go over.

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CHELSEA FREUD
♬ "go away, leave me alone" ♬

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

Spoiler: Plain Text

Chelsea's hand itched to grab the bottle from the girl and take a gulp of it himself. He needed something strong if he was going to finish this conversation without losing his shit.

Actually, no, he was taking that back; if he were drunk, he'd'n't've had the self control to not knock someone out when he had first come in, which meant that this conversation wasn't going to happen.

And even if it did, if there was one thing that pissed him off more than his sister, it was people looking down upon him, and here this Scottish chick was, with the fucking nerve to ask why he was doing here with that arrogant tone of voice, so yeah, he'd've wanted to knock someone out by now.

"Desperation? I'd hardly call me that," Chelsea said, as nonchalantly as possible. "Moreso wanting to have a conversation. Same difference, right? Easily confusable," he teased dryly (and rather irritably). "What, you think I can't have any fun talking to you?"

He sighed softly and gave a quick, fast-fading smile. "What a pleasure meeting you here," he said. "I'm Chelsea, or CK. Either works. I realized we haven't met in person. I wanted to chat with you."

He had glazed over the fact that he had stood her up for the meeting at the bus stop-- but hey, listen, in his defense, his mind had been elsewhere because of the whole enduring and inflicting psychological torment thing, so it was acceptable. He didn't stand people up. Then again, he rarely made plans with people. He was a busy man.

"How was your first week?" he asked. "You're...Scottish, right? Is this your first time in America?" He was trying his damnedest to make conversation, but he sounded über pissed, so who knew how well this would go over.

 

[ohdittoh]

@deviline says:
Oh, Coda was gooood good and hotttt hot. Like, that kind of hot that made Angie's face flush a little bit-- that kind of hot that made her actually want to keep talking to him. It was very rare that boys, when she teased them this way, didn't get all weak and stuttery or get so falsely cocky (you know, "my dick is a gift to the world" kind of cocky), but this guy decided to banter back.

She loved it-- she loved people who came back at her. A smirk spread across her face, and she watched his movements, thinking of how much he owned the whole I can keep up with you act.

His large, warm hand on her back made Angeline's smirk waver for a moment. She could feel the path that his fingers had followed as if they had carved some kind of pattern into the soft sand.

She didn't know what to expect from him next, but now she felt as if she were at the mercy of him.

Fuck, was she losing their little battle?

Suddenly, before she was fully aware of what was happening, she was pressed against the banister and being held very near to his hot body. The words at her neck made her hair stand on end, and the kiss at the end left her momentarily mute.

Angeline's eyes studied him as he pulled away, face flushed, and she tried to regain her composure. She searched her mind for a comeback, but nothing came.

But she was determined to win this little battle.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, putting on a smirk again as ideas came back to her, and she wordlessly searched the room for him. When she found him, she approached him once more, placing a hand on his forearm. "You said you weren't done with me?" she teased. "Then why'd you leave me in such suspense, Ruddy?" She pouted teasingly. "I can't stand cliffhangers."

She walked her fingers up his arm. "Such a bore...I knew that the suave movie man was just an act...what a shame..." She sighed exaggeratedly, her eyes following her fingers. "And here I was, thinking that you might be a bit of fun..."

She looked up at him, a smirk spreading across her face. "I knew you couldn't keep up with me."

Your move, Red.

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ANGELINE JUMPER
♬ "i'll take you to the moon and back, backseat of my cadillac" ♬

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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Oh, Coda was gooood good and hotttt hot. Like, that kind of hot that made Angie's face flush a little bit-- that kind of hot that made her actually want to keep talking to him. It was very rare that boys, when she teased them this way, didn't get all weak and stuttery or get so falsely cocky (you know, "my dick is a gift to the world" kind of cocky), but this guy decided to banter back.

She loved it-- she loved people who came back at her. A smirk spread across her face, and she watched his movements, thinking of how much he owned the whole I can keep up with you act.

His large, warm hand on her back made Angeline's smirk waver for a moment. She could feel the path that his fingers had followed as if they had carved some kind of pattern into the soft sand.

She didn't know what to expect from him next, but now she felt as if she were at the mercy of him.

Fuck, was she losing their little battle?

Suddenly, before she was fully aware of what was happening, she was pressed against the banister and being held very near to his hot body. The words at her neck made her hair stand on end, and the kiss at the end left her momentarily mute.

Angeline's eyes studied him as he pulled away, face flushed, and she tried to regain her composure. She searched her mind for a comeback, but nothing came.

But she was determined to win this little battle.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, putting on a smirk again as ideas came back to her, and she wordlessly searched the room for him. When she found him, she approached him once more, placing a hand on his forearm. "You said you weren't done with me?" she teased. "Then why'd you leave me in such suspense, Ruddy?" She pouted teasingly. "I can't stand cliffhangers."

She walked her fingers up his arm. "Such a bore...I knew that the suave movie man was just an act...what a shame..." She sighed exaggeratedly, her eyes following her fingers. "And here I was, thinking that you might be a bit of fun..."

She looked up at him, a smirk spreading across her face. "I knew you couldn't keep up with me."

Your move, Red.

 

[Winona]

The first week with the Ambridge students hadn't been as terrible as Natalie had first thought it would been. She had spent her time about how she normally did -- spending time with Mercedes when she could, but also devoting most of her time to Garrett. It wasn't that Nat didn't love Mercedes and her other friends, it was just that... Garrett was easy to be around.

One thing that she heavily disliked about the whole Ambridge thing was the now overcrowded hallways and the overpacked classrooms. But it was such a small flaw that, for the most part, she'd grown used to it over the last week.

Finally, it was the weekend. Being able to just go to Valerie's house and enjoy a party sounded lovely... minus the fact that it would be filled to the brim with the Bridgers. Honestly, was it too much to ask that they keep somesemblance of their own identity? The Ambridge students had taken over every other part of their lives, and parties on the weekends had been the last thing that Natalie felt they had.

Part of her considered backing out now. Texting Garrett to see if he wanted to hangout and she could just avoid this party altogether, but there was an issue with that little thought.

Natalie was supposed to be driving Jade to the party.

Normally, they never would have attended a party together because normally, Natalie had her sophisticated Auburn Springs parties and Jade had her crude Ambridge parties.

After she put the finishing touches on her makeup, Natalie headed for the door that led out of her bedroom. Her hand rested on the doorknob for a moment and her eyes fluttered shut. She exhaled slowly through her mouth and then painted a smile on her face and twisted the doorknob before she stepped out of the safety of her bedroom and into the hallway.

"Jade," she called as she walked down the stairs. "Are you coming with me or not?"

Natalie

INTERACTIONS: Jade

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: jasmyn

code by valen t.

 

[tamarapasek]

Ashley stared at Oliver agape. Even though he wasn’t moving, she got all the confirmation she had needed. Before the blinking, before the gasp. She had already figured out to panic. As he looked at her she felt like screaming. It was like the ball was in her field, and she had to do something.

She would have never told a soul, but she was kind of pissed. Here she was trying to get drunk for the first time, and her friend was here having some kind of weird aneurysm.

As more people gathered around the table, her tiny body was smushed between strangers. It was almost pathetic. Actually not even almost. Just straight up pathetic. She’d been doing football since she was 10, and she was being smushed by a wasted valley girl, and a douchey bro.

Through all of it her eyes never left Oliver’s. As the pencil traveled through his fingers, she felt a hole in her stomach. He was like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode, and she didn’t know how to detonate it.

She felt like she was going to start crying. Her friend was clearly not well, and she wasn’t sure what to do. As she eyed a shot glass, and a bottle of vodka identical to the one he had been drinking, an idea struck her. Maybe she couldn’t help him, but she could get a sense of what she was going through. If she got drunk herself, then maybe her brain would loosen up, or she could at least understand how it felt. Grabbing the glass and bottle she started pouring one in, and hoping for the best.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Ashley Park

INTERACTIONS: Oliver

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[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

karmyn erzulie
faith r e i

interactions

raven Soap
mercedes

mentions

Valerie Flores

val ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bi ~ auburn springs

Valerie Flores’ agreeing to throw a party with people from both sides of the bridge in attendance was the talk of the school and for good reason. The girl had been against the idea of Bridgers attending AS and had made it a point to say that any given chance. This was sure to be the hot topic for weeks despite the outcome and attention was why Val did almost everything. This was no exception. While the girl was no stranger to events or parties, it was quite different this time and she found herself searching for a bold yet not overly formal outfit to match. After a few minutes, she pulled on yet another top and looked at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on her closet door as Karmyn asked if she thought the party would be okay.

“It will probably be complete chaos but isn’t that the fun? Come on Karm, what’s the worst that can happen?” she answered from inside her closet. "If someone bleeds or pukes on my floor though, I'm going to have a fit," she said after thinking about it for a moment. Eventually, she was satisfied enough and walked out to answer Karmyn's next question. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, honestly hoping to god that Mercedes refrained from bringing the damn machine. “I seriously can’t with her sometimes. I mean, she suggests these things like we are seven or something,” she laughed, shaking her head at the thought of them ever having a bounce house in the backyard as Mer had once suggested. It was a high school party not some kind of children's birthday.

Her brown eyes flickered over to Faith when she questioned if she looked good enough. It was a stupid thing to ask really since was stunning in anything. "If he doesn't think you look totally hot then he isn't worth the time," she said, offering a genuine smile to the girl. At Faith's next words she nodded, and couldn't help but feel at ease knowing she'd always been able to count on both the Gomez twins to have her back. "Love ya, babe," she winked as Faith exited the room. It sounded like more and more people were starting to show up which meant they could finally make their appearance so after making sure her hair looked perfect she spun to face Karmyn.

"Well, I think we are fashionably late enough. Ready?" she asked, motioning to Karmyn to come with her so they could get to the party. Val's house was pretty big and her friends had often referred to it as a mansion which it sorta was just a little bit smaller, at least she thought so. They did reside in one of the best neighborhoods in Auburn Springs. Ascending down the stairs, she took a look around at the people who had shown up. It was easy to pick the Bridgers out from the born and raised ASers. Valerie couldn't help but roll her eyes at the differences between them just as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Turning to Karmyn, she let her know that she was going to go get a drink before they parted ways. Her heels clicked as she pushed through the people and got to the liquor table. "Excuse me," she said, though her tone was more disgusted than polite as she pushed someone slightly over and out of her way. She was the party host and she would be damned if she waited behind anyone for her drink. She reached for a bottle of Malibu Rum and poured it into a cup along with some pineapple juice, something that wouldn't get her too wasted right of the bat. Val couldn't afford to get sloppy drunk, it wasn't a cute look.

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[Winona]

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Mason didn't know how to respond to Raven. He didn't know what him and Honey were even considered, and a small frown darkened his features for a moment until she continued speaking and made a joke. That made the dark look leave his expression, instead replaced by a faint, exhausted smile.

"Yeah, right..." he mumbled as he phone started to beep. Mason turned his attention down to the device to see a few messages asking him what was wrong with Drake. He felt a headache start thrumming in the back of his head as he tried to argue, tried to get the fucks to just leave him alone. To just leave his little brother alone.

The familiar words that Mason was so used to typing were sent again and again. It's fine. He's fine.

It wasn't fine. His brother wasn't fine. But Mason wasn't the type to go and start talking to others about his issues or about Drake's issues. They could preach all they wanted about being a family but, at the end of the day, Mason knew that he was alone. Drake was alone. It was the two of them versus the world.

"Sorry," he exhaled slowly. "I gotta deal with Drake when we get there."

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Drake didn't notice Milo not taking the drink. Drake didn't notice the bodies that brushed against him or Sly and Dani approaching at first or Ashley. All Drake noticed was the bottle of alcohol in one hand the red solo cup in his other. He poured, drank, poured, drank, mumbled nonsense to Oliver. Shit to make them both feel better about it.

The more he drank, the easier it went down.

Sly started speaking and it was like a dull roar thrumming at the edges of Drake's consciousness. He stared at his brother's friend, trying to figure out what the guy was saying. Drink off? Hell yeah. Drake was a total light weight and he knew that there was no way that he could outdrink someone like Sly, but that wasn't what he cared about.

Drake wasn't here to win. Drake was here to drink until that empty feeling that had encased him went away.

He opened his mouth to respond, but then a hand came slamming down onto his shoulder. Drake turned to look and he felt his heart jump into his throat, eyes widening when he looked up at the angry face of his older brother. Drake's pale eyes met Mason's dark eyes for a moment, and then Mason's gaze shifted to the alcohol in his hands. Quickly, Drake set both on the table.

Mason yanked Drake closer to him and wrapped one arm around his shoulders, holding his little brother in a vice like grip. His hand, resting on Drake's shoulder, clenched so tightly that it started to hurt.

And then his other hand reached out and closed around Oliver's thin shoulder and pulled the smaller boy closer. Mason's arm wrapped around Oliver's shoulder in a similar manner, his hand squeezing Oliver's shoulder tightly. A simple reminder that if Mason wanted to, he could probably shatter their bones without trying.

"So," he started slowly as he lowered his head to talk to both boys better. His tone was cold, harsh, spiked with venom. "I hear you two are drinking for... what is it? Fucking science?" Mason didn't wait for either of them to respond, his voice dropping and growing colder the more he continued to speak. "You two are idiots."

"Remember how I snapped Dexter's arm in football practice?" He asked. "See, if I see either of you taking another drink or hear that you so much as fucking thought about it, I will snap every bone in your pitiful little bodies. I will beat your asses so badly that you'll be lucky if I let you live to see tomorrow. Got it?"

Mason gave one final, painful squeeze of the sophomores' shoulders and then let go and straightened up. For added measure, he patted Drake's back -- hard -- and sent his little brother stumbling forward. Out of the corner of his eye, Drake saw the same thing happen to Oliver -- a solid pat to the back that sent him stumbling.

Drake looked back at Mason, glaring at his older brother, before he looked back at Sly. "No, I'm not doing the stupid drink off." He grumbled.

Mason & Drake

INTERACTIONS: Sly, Oliver, Ashley, Raven, Milo

MENTIONS: idk

TAGS: LowkeyLovingLoki fin tamarapasek Soap Chimney Swift

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[Chimney Swift]

Oliver

The liquor table looked to be a magnetic point in the crowd. People constantly brushing by and talking, laughing, clinking glassware. Oliver could smell them, feel the stomach-twisting prickling of body heat. Each time someone's skin made contact with his, he would flinch back and roughly push them away. He kept smacking his hand into his forehead, groaning in distress. This was too much, far far too much. Usually when parties happened at his house he would hide in the cupboard and cover his ears. Here, he was stuck. The alcohol intoxication really wasn't helping the sensory overload at all. The extra confusion and nausea bled right into his brain and threatened to throw him over the edge.

Someone stepped on his notebook on the ground. Immediately becoming visibly distraught, Oliver broke away from Sly to snatch it up, hugging it close. As soon as he was free from Sly, his fight-or-flight instincts seem to kick back in and he made to bolt out of the room. Find somewhere quiet to hide.

Then a hand caught his shoulder and yanked him back, an arm locking him against a body. He could feel heat crawling up his skin, pressure against his upper body preventing him from running.

Oliver screamed. Loud.

The tiny teen kicked back like a spooked horse, throwing his whole body weight into trying to wrench his way out of Mason's grip, only managing to get himself in a tighter hold more than so much as making an inch of headway. Whatever Mason said, it sounded to him more like a dog growling or maybe like a computer catching fire and exploding. Like microphone feedback. He cried out and bolted forward against Mason's arm again and again, seeming as though he were hurting himself.

Mason roughly clapped him forward, and Oliver stumbled and fell. For a good eight seconds, he didn't move, crumpled in fetal position at Sly's feet. From the ground, everything seemed all the more surreal and distorted. Sounds echoed and bounced off the floorboards. The vibrations of feet stomping past his head rattled his bones. Even just looking up at the looming faces above him had a dizzying effect. The room was spinning and tilting like a ship about to wreck. He still felt Mason's skin against his own, painfully compressing his ribs.

He retched and was sick on the floor.

Field note #57: Vodka burns just as bad coming up as going down.

He sat up, shielding his ears with his hands and rocking himself back and forth, trying to block himself out of the situation in any way possible. He had started counting off numbers in some sort of patterned sequence, his voice shaky and hoarse. By the time he got to 97, he seemed to be slipping up and repeating numbers, his movements growing more frantic.
"131... 131... 131. 137, 138..."

mood

Distressed

outfit

this!

interactions

Drake, Mason, Sly.

tags

Winona fin

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[geminiy]

Cade Adams

Cade’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, her eyes scanning for any detection of a lie. What was his angle? He didn’t seriously want to talk or be her friend, there was no way. If he wanted that, he wouldn’t have rolled up to their first conversation in Cade’s DMs asking her to be his homecoming queen. CK had to have something, he had to want something. She just didn’t know what.

“Well I would say ghostin’ a girl and leavin’ her good an abandoned at a bus stop after one promises he’d be there and then cornerin’ said girl at a party seems pretty desperate to me. Especially since you had the nerve to approach me in my DMs asking me to run for homecoming queen with you after Madame Barbie” Cade spoke sharply, words attempting to dig around under his skin.

CK was cocky and, as far as Cade could tell, strongly believed she was born last night. What sort of fool did he mistake her for? She wasn’t some idiot pushover that was just going to allow the king of the frat boys to walk all over her until he got whatever he wanted from her. Was it the homecoming queen thing he wanted? Was it a date? Was it just to annoy her as payback for turning him down as ruthlessly as she had? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t just a ‘friendly conversation’ and, by the ever tensing sound of CK’s voice, Cade could tell he knew that.

“I don’t think so, no.” Cade answered his question honestly as she took a swig of her whiskey. “See, people like you and people like me do not get along. People like you think I’m some dumb girl that you can ‘charm’ your way into getting to do whatever you want. People like me think you’re an arrogant bugger with daddy’s money and a serious lack of a true personality.”

Brutal honesty dripped from Cade’s lips as she swirled the liquid around inside the clear bottle, eyes tracing the whirlpool inside. CK’s presence was less than thrilling. His niceness seemed so forced that Cade was afraid he was going to burst a blood vessel or something. Her face read fake surprise as he ‘introduced himself’, as if that changed the fact that they were already ‘well introduced’. Cade didn’t share his sentiment, nor the fake smile that slipped from his face as fast as it had appeared. Instead, she just moved past the introduction and onto the next part of the conversation.

“It was a first week,” Cade answered blandly, looking back up to CK. “Got lost, went to some fancy places, got chosen second for some homecoming stunt and then straight up ghosted. Pretty great week, if ya ask me.”

Another swig of whiskey. This guy was more boring than watching paint dry.

“So, Chelsea,” Cade continued, grasping the bottle close to her chest. “You came over to me to talk yet you seem right fuckin pissed with me. So what’s the deal, lad? And don’t give me none of that ‘I want to talk and have a nice conversation’ shite. If you wanted that, you’d get the stick outta your ass. So either tell me why you’re really ‘ere or do us both a favour and get lost. You’re scarin’ my whiskey.”

location

val's house

mood

'annoying jerk'

outfit

heart-shaped box

tags

CK ohdittoh

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[geminiy]

Ryan Murphy

DC was, surprisingly, a welcomed face in Ryan’s world. Having met earlier during the week and talked multiple times on Twitter, DC had actually become one of the few familiar, and almost friendly, faces at Auburn Springs. At his approach, Ryan’s face lit up in a grin as he gave a gentle wave, taking another sip of his drink.

“Hey man,” Ryan greeted, stepping aside to make room at the table for DC. “How’s it going? Enjoying the party?”

The duo was ever so rudely interrupted by some dark haired pretty-boy shoving his way into their conversation, talking as if he was some sort of royalty that was gracing them (clearly peasant beggars) with his royal presence. Caught rather off guard, Ryan was left temporarily stunned as the guy armed with a disturbing amount of ‘confidence’ inserted himself into the discussion, rambling on about ‘class’. Ryan was confused. Was that a joke? Ryan was very clearly not a man of class with his cracked leather jacket and well worn jeans and scruffy hair.

“We’re not brothers, just friends.” Ryan pointed out, watching the guy suspiciously. Who was this dude and, more importantly, who the hell did he think he was? “And my drink does the job. It gets me drunk. If I wanted Kool-Aid, I would have brought Kool-Aid. And I’m Ryan.”

Opening his mouth with a clever response on the tip of his tongue, yet another person just jumped into the conversation, quickly saying hello to the now-named Harry. Clearly she wanted his attention and, as far as Ryan was concerned, she could have his royal ass. Bored with Prince Charming and whoever this new girl was, Ryan opened his phone.

Panic set in instantly. Somewhere in the sprawling Flores mansion was Oliver. A drinking Oliver. An Oliver that had never had alcohol before. An Oliver that was with a Drake that was clearly going off the deep-end. An Oliver that was producing a Ryan that was terrified for his friend’s safety. He was attempting to figure out where Oliver was, where Drake was, where anyone was.

“Excuse me.” Ryan said sharply to DC, eyes still glued to his phone as his fingers typed messages furiously.

As he began to scour the seemingly forever growing house, arguments and tensions began to rise. Before he knew it, the phone was shaking in Ryan’s trembling hands as message after harsh message blew across his screen. A hollow feeling panged in his stomach as he clenched his jaw. Eventually, Ryan grew tired of the fighting. He had been growing tired of the fighting for so long. First with Dani and then with Sly and with Mason and Drake and seemingly every other person that had promised they wouldn’t abandon ‘family’ earlier that week.

He suddenly and very deeply regretted going to the stupid fucking party.

Ryan found an empty bathroom and locked himself inside, his lungs squeezing air out before it could get it in in the first place. He hadn’t meant for anything to happen, he had simply wanted to help. Fuck fuck fuck. Ryan braced himself against the porcelain sink, hands trembling beyond his control. Turning the tap on, he held his fingers below the cold water, trying to ground himself with the burn of the icy liquid. Looking himself in the face, his mind instantly slowed.

A decision he had made weeks earlier solidified in his mind, a kaleidoscope of confusion twisting into a crystal clear image.

He was going to leave Ambridge. He didn’t know when, he didn’t fully know how, but he was leaving.

Ryan had no clue when he decided to tell Henri in his state of mania but he had. The sadness in her following messages broke his heart but what he said was true. Ryan was terrified of hurting everyone, especially the last person he had on his side. Convinced that Dani hated him, convinced Mason couldn’t give less of a fuck about him, convinced Drake was going crazy, convinced Oliver was going to get hurt, convinced that it was only a matter of time before Henri hated him too.

He needed a distraction. Something. Anything. Anyone.

Jess.

After a quick message to her, Ryan cleaned himself up, attempted to soften the puffiness caused by the tears that had flowed from his eyes, and exited the bathroom. Ryan attempted to look as confident and as he could. Finding DC, Ryan placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry about that, i was getting a call from my mom. Everything’s cool.” He lied swiftly, though the expression of hurt on his face told a different story. “I’m gonna go find Jess. Feel free to come with.”

Without checking if DC was following him, Ryan weaved through the crowd towards the entrance. As soon as a rather uncomfortable looking Jess came into view, a genuine smile came onto his face. So what if they had only known each other for a week? Jess had managed to make him happy. That’s what mattered.

“Heya Jessie! Hey Indigo!” Ryan chirped, walking up to the girl and wrapping an arm around Jess’ shoulders. His message to Jess had been soft, almost sad sounding, but he refused to drop his chipper attitude. “I must say, I am sort of surprised you ladies showed up here at all. I thought I was going to get ditched on prom night.”

location

val's house

mood

'can I go home yet?'

outfit

smh dude has one outfit

tags

DC ohdittoh
Harry fin
Jess/Drake (mentioned) Winona
Indigo KingofAesir
Aaliyah (mentioned) erzulie
Oliver Chimney Swift

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[fin]

sly

MOOD: relaxed, open.
LOCATION: outside of valerie's home.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: dani jasmyn , oliver Chimney Swift , mason and drake Winona , milo LowkeyLovingLoki

Sly's jaw clenched down tight at Dani's words. His vision didn't falter, and stayed glued on the red solo cup, his pride was getting the better of him and while he concentrated his body's efforts on giving up the game to Dani, he wouldn't. He just inhaled a deep, audible breath, and listened to Dani's footsteps as she walked away. The Ryan situation had left him vying for some way, or outlet to forget about the whole night, and he didn't want to lose that by chickening out of a challenge he'd proposed. Sly honestly didn't understand why everyone babied Drake, Oliver, and Milo either. Ambridge was where people went to get toughened, and strong. You had to be if you wanted to survive. He was sure a good portion of the seniors had done worse as kids, and yet everybody wanted to conform to the Springs' "standards" and become saints all of a sudden. Sly wasn't having that. He was gritty, dirty, a rat, and everything the Springs kids described them as, and more, and he'd embrace that part of himself if it was the last thing he did.

Sly shot another glare down at Oliver struggling under his grip, before turning his sights back towards the cup, and then over at Drake. "Pour me a set of five." Sly cocked a brow in confusion when Drake, rather than pouring the drink, turned a bright shade of red. He caught sight of a similar effect on the sophomores before taking a glance back at whatever had them frozen still. Mason. Sly hadn't seen him since school, and still felt indebted after what he'd said about his daughter. Being caught dead wrong like this wouldn't better his case and he knew it. "Mason." He started, but it was obvious he had bigger things to handle.

He bit at the inside of his cheek in the aftermath of Mason's interference, but it was hard to wallow in self-depreciation when Oliver was panic-counting at his feet. He let out an exasperated sigh down at the boy. If he didn't do anything to console him, he was sure Dani would kill him. He was a little pet project of hers, which inadvertently made him a pet project of his too. Whatever relationship they had. Without a ward, Sly wrapped his hand around the collar of Oliver's t-shirt, and yanked him up from the ground. He didn't let go of Oliver once he was standing straight, but rather picked up the final cup of alcohol, and dragged Oliver outside of Valerie's home as he consumed its contents. Alcohol didn't hit like he wanted it to when he was upset which might have made him somewhat aggressive with Oliver.

"Breathe. You need it." Sly ordered as he slammed the door shut behind him. He continued down the ornate steps of the Flores estate, and seated himself at the bottom-most step. While he might've masked his intentions as having to help Ollie, Sly definitely needed a breather of his own too. He sat there quietly, slowing his heartbeat with every breath before glancing up at a quiet Oliver.

"Well, come down here then." He spat, before looking out into the distance once more. "I didn't want you to drink at all tonight, y'know? Drake, I thought he could handle it, but you're skinny. It's not your thing." Sly's speech was hoarse and strained as if somebody was holding a gun to his head and forcing him to speak. He didn't like getting emotional, but that was all he saw Oliver needed. Someone in his corner to guide him right. He'd failed the first time, this was some half-assed attempt at redemption, Sly figured.

"I lied to you. I never really needed you to do my homework. Sure-- it buys me s'more time with Dani," he chuckled, "but I understand calculus just fine. And Shakespeare's plays don't all suck. I just wanted to see you, kid. Have you meet me every morning, have people see you with me so they know you're not to be fucked with." Slowly, with each word, his restraint grew lesser and lesser. He was coming clean to Oliver, and there was no reason to hide that. "Dani likes you, so I just wanted to make sure you were always alive and in one piece-- so she can keep liking you, and well... liking me."

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[Zatanna]

silas montrel
outfit
tags: @hery

Silas had a pretty good week actually. Spent a lot of time with Theo, made some good money, bought some new things. All in all it was a good week. Thats what made this day even worst. The weekend had rolled around. From the moment Silas first opened his eyes on Saturday afternoon, something was off. He had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. He looked down at his cast, his hand was aching. Kicking the covers off himself he quickly got dressed. Just a normal pair of jeans and a hoodie. He was gonna walk down and go the the liquor store. Wasn't very far from the house plus the old guy who ran it was too afraid of Silas to bother checking his ID. His parents were never home on Saturdays. He didn't know why or what they did but he didn't give a shit. It was nice to not have to worry about them. That's why Silas was saving his money. So he could get his own place.
Throwing open the front door and walking across the dead grass of the lawn, he was making a b line towards Martys Liquor. Good ol Marty had never let him down before. The walk had basically flew by. Silas was so in his head thinking, that before he knew he was was hearing the familiar chime of the bells attached to the front door. Marty was always at the front counter, but this time he wasn't there. Not thinking too much of it he walked to the vodka isle to make his selection. Grabbing some peach kettle one and then just regular vodka. He wanted something to drink now and something to drink later at the party. Placing both bottles on the front counter, Silas frowned. Marty still wasn't there. This was the point when Silas would usually threaten him, pay for the booze, then leave. He felt bad from stealing from the old fart.
"Hello? Can I get some fucking service?" He hollered, hoping he would get some kind of reaction. Picking up the two bottles and turning around to go make sure the old man wasn't dead in the back or something, he froze. There was Marty in the isle behind him, holding a pistol with a shaky hand. "Im sick of you god damn thugs trying to rob me blind! Get the fuck out of here!" Marty screamed before letting out a shot that was thankfully way off its mark. Flinching a little as the loud shot whizzed by. "Jesus fucking christ you old coot! I ain't trying to rob you!" It was silly to think he could reason with the man though. Because then bang! Another shot was launched, this one a little closer to hitting the intended target. Silas. So he took his bottles and got the fuck out of there. Not stopping until he was at home. Stopping to catch his breath, he shook his head a little. Not even sure what had just happened. Old man Marty had just tried to fucking kill him. On the bright side he managed to escape with his life and his booze. He wasn't looking on the bright side though. Screwing the top off of the bottle of Kettle one he took a long sip. He was gonna need to keep drinking if he was gonna make it through today. Continuing to drink and do coke all day and into the evening as he got ready for Val's party. Showering and getting dressed. Silas was really into fashion. He liked looking good and had his own sense of style no matter what anyone said about him. Throwing on some ice, he grinned at himself in the mirror. Leaning down to take one more fat line before he left. He had finished the bottle of peach vodka and was left with the regular one. Sliding it in his backpack. It was time to pick Theo up. Hopping into the cherry red car and shooting off into the night.

Stopping in front of Theo's house, he shot him a quick text to let him know he was out front. Doing a quick key bump while he waited. He grinned seeing Theo walk out of the house. As he got inside the car, Silas leaned over and kissed the boy. Part of him wanted to take him right there but he contained himself. He grinned at Theo, following his directions across the bridge to Vals house. Resting his hand on Theo's thigh as he drove.
Valeries house was nicer than he thought it would be. He knew she was loaded but fuck this place was nice. Parking the car and getting out to stretch. The energy at the party was something else. Plus he was angry. The coke had a way of doing that to him. Speaking of doing coke. He pulled out a small baggie full of the white substance. "Here... We're gonna do a few lines and then go in. And don't even fucking bother saying you're not doing any either." He murmured, cutting the lines and handing Theo the rolled up hundred dollar bill. Silas wasn't going to really give Theo a choice either. The look in Silas' eyes was intense. Watching the blonde hesitantly do the few lines before taking the bill back from him. Quickly railing the rest before wiping up the residue with his finger. Leaving the center console clean like nothing ever happened. His pupils were pinpoints but fuck it. It was party time. "You look so fucking good... I can't wait to fuck you later." He said with a grin, wiping the left over white off of Theo's nose. Stepping out of the car and entering Val's. It was time to cause hell.

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[fin]

harry

MOOD: interested, content.
LOCATION: valerie's house.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: ryan geminiy , donna ohdittoh , aaliyah erzulie

So he's not just trying to kill himself as quickly as possible, Harry thought to himself as soon as Ryan got to talking. He had a fire to him, he'd give him that, but there was no justification for a drink so putrid. Still, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the other man's naievity. He liked a challenge, and even the most clueless of people found ways to be interesting to Harry. Ryan was nothing short of it, but with the introduction of another figure, he'd just have to wait.

If they hadn't just interacted on Twitter the other day Harry might've been genuinely surprised, left speechless even, at the sight of Aaliyah. Instead he smirked over at her the moment he'd smelled that all-too familiar scent, and parted his lips to reply before she turned away into the party. Wow. "She sure knows how to keep things interesting, now doesn't she, chaps?" Harry chirped over at Ryan and Donna, though his eyes stayed glued on Liyah. How much cleavage had he spotted through that top? Harry didn't want her getting lost in the party before he had a chance to greet her, and do more than just that if things went according to his plan.

"Looks like I'll have to take the Kool-Aid off your hands then, ladies." His grin spread wider as took a his specialty margaritas into each hand. Special because unlike the soft shit they served at other fancy diner's, Harry had been more than generous with the levels of vodka and sugar. He spun around on his heels, and balanced the drinks in both hands like a Cheshire cat, and the bustling students were the alley in which he maneuvered through.

"You knew I was going to come after you after that little stunt back there, now didn't you, love?" Harry passed one of the bright orange drinks over to Aaliyah, placing a soft peck onto her cheek in greeting. He settled his dark brown eyes onto her hazel ones, allowing his gaze to match hers and really read into her. Aaliyah wasn't like many of the girls he'd been with, and that was made clear during their early summer relationship. She had real aspirations and goals, and as much as he'd tried, she wasn't as woo'ed by his money as he'd liked. It made sure he was always on his toes around her. Losing contact with Aaliyah had only been a product of his school and home-life, but in having her here, Harry figured there was no reason not to continue from where they'd left off.

"You're stunning as ever tonight, Liyah, but I'm sure the other lads here have keyed you in on that, huh?" It took all the willpower in Harry not to glance over at the opening in her shirt though. Thankfully, the sweet burning of his drink was distraction enough. Just focus on that hot liquid running down your throat, he told himself. Aaliyah was pretty and there was no doubt about that, but pretty girls who had the moxy to walk away from him? Harry couldn't help but stay hooked.

"I didn't actually think you'd come all the way to a party like this, for an old bloke like myself." He teased, but couldn't help but wonder if she really had come all this way for him. "I can't say I wouldn't be thrilled to be at your company tonight though."

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[Chimney Swift]

Oliver

Before he had the time to even fully comprehend what was happening, yet another arm grabbed Oliver and yanked the boy to his feet. Oliver yelped and fought at his assailant's hold, but with only one working hand it was useless. Sly hurried him outside onto the front steps.

Once the door closed and Sly let go of his collar, the nightmarish party was replaced by cold mid-Autumn air and the faint sounds of crickets, cars driving past, some kind of machinery clicking, and his own ragged breathing. Oliver had always been hyper-aware of his senses; every sense, no matter how faint, came through clear and intense for him. That was why he couldn't handle parties. This, though... he quieted down, letting the calmer atmosphere sink into his reality.

"Breathe, you need it." Sly instructed, though Oliver didn't understand. In his mind, he was breathing, just coughing and hyperventilating a little. It didn't occur to him that what Sly actually meant was to take deeper, slower breaths. Sly sat down on the step. Oliver hesitated, taking in the new quieter environment. He felt the wind brush through his hair and chill his bare arms, but once no hands grabbed at him. He quietly took a seat next to Sly, curling up with his head to his knees and twiddling his pencil back and forth. Though it didn't look like it, he was listening to Sly as he started to talk, taking in his words.

At first, Oliver balked at the idea that he had been lied to. What did Sly mean, he just wanted to see him? Didn't he... wait. Why would Sly ask for help he didn't need? Oliver didn't understand. He found himself lifting his head to carefully watch Sly's face, as if that would help him piece together the social cues he was missing, but Sly's expression changed quickly as he spoke and Oliver was left unable to process why Sly, who he had been scared shitless of since forever, would lie about needing his classwork done.

Oliver hardly ever lied; when he did, it was so painfully obvious it was almost funny. He never understood why people lied, spoke sarcastically or said things they didn't mean.

But... maybe Sly should have been the one teaching him Calculus. Over the past week, Oliver had begun to struggle through his classes, losing focus easily and becoming overwhelmed by classroom environment. He was terrified to tell anyone, lest they make fun of him, but on top of everything else going on in his life, he was dealing with crippling stress of having his grades slip. He hadn't gotten a bad grade since elementary school (Gym notwithstanding). If he started faltering now, he'd never get a full ride scholarship to Brown University.

When Sly was done talking, Oliver stayed quiet, staring down at his shoes. He nodded, coming out of his balled-up position to inch a little closer to Sly. On some level, though he was still deeply confused and concerned, it had clicked with Oliver that Sly really did care for him after all, and more importantly, he cared for Dani. He could finally tell why Dani and Sly were so close: Sly may be a liar, and confusing and honestly a little scary sometimes, but he was also kind.

Oliver's eyes flickered up to Sly's for a second. He smiled, a little nervously, reaching out two fingers and resting them on Sly's shoulder. Physical affection was hard for Oliver, but something in him knew that Sly needed reassurance.

"...I threw up." Was all he managed to say. But in truth, what he wanted to say (and would have if he could form the words) was thank you. Thank you for telling the truth.

mood

Winding down

outfit

this!

interactions

Sly.

tags

fin

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