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Realistic or Modern Cities Never Sleep

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Mallory's house.
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Max Berkowitz


After they'd taken their shots, Josh shivered and spluttered as if he were going to cough up his own throat, but Max only suppressed a small gag, letting the burning sensation pass down his ribs.
Fuck yeah. He was becoming a real man.
Max glowed with pride, looking back at Abby to catch her eyes and see if she'd seen him take a shot of hard liquor like it was water-- well, not quite like it was water, but definitely like he knew what he was doing and he was a mature adult.

“People actually like this stuff? You like this? I thought I was going to rip my throat out.” Poor Josh looked so scandalized under his mask as he called out to Abigail, signing to Max with the arm that had previously been embracing the boy’s shoulder. Max sympathized... he'd been there before.

“Yeah, well…” Max was laughing now, dropping his cup and signing with one hand as he clung weakly to Josh, swooning into the other boy’s weight. “No one really likes how it tastes, you know? It’s how it makes you feel.”

Max himself had only started drinking alcohol a couple of months ago, at that weird cave rave party that he and May attended back in August. And, he had to admit: he was falling hard and fast in love with the stuff. It was becoming a bit of a social crutch for him, something that allowed him to shed the crushing weight of his anxiety for a few hours of the freedom and teenage rebellion that he so desperately needed.

Without a few drinks already in his system, he would never have been able to let himself kiss Josh… no matter how desperately he wanted to, or how long he had dreamed of doing just that.

Max’s parents had always told him that alcohol was a gift from G-d, and that it was up to humans as individuals to use it with responsibility and restraint. And they weren’t particularly happy with him the last time he’d come home drunk and stumbling, and he was sure they wouldn’t be proud this time either, but… it was worth it. Kissing Josh was worth it. Being so close, so intimate with him, finally unafraid of being rejected or pushed away… he couldn’t believe that he’d actually gotten to kiss Josh. The afterglow was still coming in waves.

It felt like destiny, or like the fulfillment of some higher purpose.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe after this, Joshua would be his boyfriend… maybe…
Just like in those dreams.
The ones where …

Meanwhile, next to him, Abby was throwing back shot after shot, four empty glasses already cast aside on the table next to her as she poured a fifth. A small crowd of spectators had formed around her, to cheer her on or watch in awe as the small girl drank like a sailor. Max flinched, reaching out for Josh’s hand. He was fairly certain that the same amount of alcohol Abby was taking in would kill him dead. As she finished her last shot, Max hurriedly poured her a tall glass of water and handed it to her. “Drink this too. Slowly.” He instructed, suddenly deeply concerned for her as she started to stumble a bit. “Please.”

Maybe it was true: alcohol wasn’t all fun and giggling and swapping spit with pretty boys.
It was also dangerous.

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silvana garth



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*trigger warning* drug use

Was it cold outside?

Absolutely.

Did that stop Silvana from wearing her costume still?

Hell no.

In the midst of getting ready for the evening, she received a call from Kaz, her face had lit up for a moment before he began speaking, telling her that he would be at the hotel shortly to pick her up. A sigh and eye roll came from the girl as she hung up the phone and set it down, she didn't have any more time to finish getting ready, so going bare face to the party was her only option at this point.

Collecting her final items, she spritzes on a few pumps of perfume, and shoves some white powder up her nose, sniffling to keep any from falling out. Of course, just this once wouldn't be able to get her through the night, but it would at least get her through whatever was about to happen with the Bratva. She walks out the door of her hotel room and makes her way down the stairs, not wanting to risk getting trapped in the elevator again. Ever since that night, she has refused to do so.

As she makes it out the front doors of the building, a black car with tinted windows pulls up, and someone inside rolls the passenger side window down, signaling for her to get in. Silvana climbs into the backseat to reveal three members of the Bratva, two of the men who she didn't recognize, but it was possibly because she spent most of her time at Peaches rather than getting her hands dirty.

Not long after leaving the hotel, the car pulls up to an apartment building, parking in front of it. The three men got out and made their way inside, it didn't take but five minutes before they had come back out with someone in tow. Looking out the window, she recognizes the man that was stuck between the two brutes, "Der'mo.. what was his name?" Silvana thinks to herself.

They were halfway to Queens when it finally hit her, "Dante. That's who is in the trunk right now." Her mind was put to ease as she no longer was questioning who the mystery man was. As the car emptied out, the group made their way to the back of the car, releasing their prisoner from his cage. Kaz spoke up, "Put this on.. Or we'll do it for you." A French maid costume was revealed, causing Silv to giggle to herself.

The costume consisted of a speedo and collar with a bowtie, "I should have requested you wore that when we met before." She pokes fun at the Italian who was now in the process of getting changed in the alley behind the bar. This wasn't the typical initiation that the Bratva would do, but she was sure that it was definitely because Kaz didn't really want to accept the man into the group.






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OCTOBER 31ST.

Yep. Dante was going to die.

That was the conclusion that he came to as he was seized and hauled out of bed.

“Nice place you’ve got here, Doris.”

“Thanks, I’ll pass your words along to Doris when I got the chance.” The comeback flying out of his mouth before he could stop it. A defense mechanism of glibness to distract from the terror he felt inside.

Thoroughly humiliated, he was dragged outside in his underwear, not even given the time to throw on some clothes before he was being tossed into a trunk. It didn’t escape his attention, though, that he hadn’t been struck once. Not even for his remarks.

Okay, so the alliance was still on then. Maybe he wasn’t going to die.

He was considering, though, phoning the family and calling off the entire thing when he hit his head for the third time against the floorboard of the trunk after a particularly nasty pothole that he felt the entire car swerve to hit. Also giving him mild whiplash in the process.

Dumped out onto the street, he looked around while cracking out the whiplash in his neck. Disorientated and fucking cold, he tried to not look too pathetic standing in his underwear in a dark alleyway talking to Bratva with his hair out of its usual cage of slicked back gel and oil and in its natural state of fuzzy curly mess. He was fucking mafioso, after all, dignity was supposed to come somewhat naturally and for fuck’s sake not shiver like a frightened child in the October chill.

A bundle of clothes was thrust into his chest, a demand to put it on. Club music thumped in the building behind Kaz.

Oh fuck this was going to be humiliating wasn’t it.

He managed to gently extract and unfold the scraps of cloth he was given to see exactly what he was going to be wearing.

“... You want me to strip naked in front of you?” Dante asked, giving a nervous glance at the two burly men. He could handle Kaz, at the very least, he knew that. He’d fought Aurelian his entire life, he could handle himself in a brawl. But he was never the best at fighting groups. Well, he decided to risk running his mouth a little bit more. “Hey, I’m not judging about your… preferences, but is this a thing you do to all your employees or am I just special?”

He was pushing it a little bit, but he knew that it was always better to show fearlessness in these kinds of things. A glance from person to person as he thumbed the waistband of his boxers.

“... You guys really want to see me naked, huh. Could’ve at least bought me dinner first.” Trying to delay the inevitable of having to strip. He didn’t have anything down there to be ashamed of, but he didn’t want to die naked in an alleyway. That would be a little bit too undignified for his tastes.That’s when he noticed Silv.

Okay. So maybe he was lying to himself a little bit. He had gone out. Once. Drinking. Hooked up with someone - her specifically. And then he’d completely ghosted her. Fuck. If he’d known that she was a part of this fucking mess, he would’ve stuck around and entertained her a while longer.

“Well, I guess it isn’t anything that you haven’t seen before.” He said with a practiced easygoing shrug as he put the collar on first. And then the speedo, Dante turned his back to his boss as he put it on in an effort to maintain some kind of decency.

He stopped moving. Problem.

A small throat clear.
“Hey fellas.” A slight vocal strain as he realized the problem. “It’s too small.”

A run of his hands through his hair as he attempted to push back the strands that were falling into his face. The guards looked over and saw his situation and started chuckling to themselves, grabbing him by the arms and forcing him to turn around for his employer.

“So…” A small cough into a fist. “Got an eyeful? Satisfied? I think she’d blow ya better than I ever could, if that’s what you’re lookin’ for.”























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abigail hargreaves






"You like this?" Joshua called out while signing to Abigail, she laughed especially at Max's response, he had basically described it spot on the reason why people enjoy alcohol, it was all about how it made you feel. Nodding her head in agreement, she moves her fist as if she was knocking on the door, signing yes to the group of the boys. "Alcohol is like a... a.. a social lu-lubricant." Her hands weren't as steady as they were in the beginning of the night, having to fingerspell the word "lubricant" because she couldn't remember how to sign it at the moment.

A few minutes later, Max had procured a solo cup filled with water and handed it to the girl who was swaying in place, she thanked him, knowing that this would definitely help in the morning and wouldn't kill the buzz she had just achieved. Slowly, she sipped out of the cup, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat, replacing the burning sensation that was previously there from the alcohol. Her eyes kept looking towards Josh, who even after taking the shot, had a smile on his face, it truly made her happy to finally see the boy enjoying himself.

Cupping his hand into a "C" shape and moving it down from his mid-chest, Josh had signaled that he was hungry, which once again prompted Abigail to nod in agreement. The food from dinner with her parents and Max had finally digested at this point, making her feel as though she was starving. Turning to be face-to-face with Max, she let him know that the two were going to head to the kitchen where there were more snack than what were already on the table.

Grabbing the boy's hand, the two set off to find the kitchen in the large house, it wasn't very hard finding it, so once they entered, Abigail began searching. Opening the fridge up, she found a tray of cupcakes, she pulls them out, revealing them to Josh who was leaning on one of the counters. Something happened in that moment, maybe it was the liquor or the grin he had been wearing the whole night, but Abigail seemed to have become entranced by the boy.

Stepping closer to him, she begins to unwrap the cupcake that she had in her hand, "That game was.. interesting to say the le-least." Hiccuping in between a few of the words or syllables as she spoke, she takes a bite out of the cupcake. Looking down at the paper cupcake wrapper, then back up at Joshua, kind of shying away for a moment before setting the cupcake down, "I know you didn't get what you wanted earlier, so maybe I can give it to you now?" She smiles at him before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and pulling him in slightly.

Then their lips met.

It was as though Abigail was having her first kiss again, there was something so magical about this moment the two were in, as though it were something that had building since the first day that the two met at the fireworks down on the pier. After a few seconds, she starts to pull away, doing so slowly as to try and savor every last second of this experience that she probably wouldn't remember the next day thanks to the amount alcohol in her system.





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joshua jones



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The alcohol ran down his throat, burning every piece of flesh it could touch along the way, before sitting in the pit of his gut. Within those split microseconds of the liquid slushing around in his stomach, his brain sent his body a message; hunger. And all a sudden, he was extremely hungry. Like he was going to pass out from starvation if he didn’t get something to eat right at this very second. Apparently the large bowl of spaghetti and garlic bread he had cooked for himself and his sisters last night didn’t fill him enough. “Where’s the food?” he commented, glancing around to see that the nearby snack bowls were filled with nothing but crumbs “I’m super hungry”

As Abby took hold of his hand, it took him a moment to realise it had been her hand grasping around his own. After all, he had grown used to Max taking hold of it for comfort. But, right this moment, it was Abigail’s soft, delicate hands that surrounded his. This felt different from holding hands with Max. Even if it had been for a few moments, directing them towards the kitchen for food, there was a tingle in the back of his spine, and the grin on his face wouldn’t quit. As they entered the kitchen, their hands reluctantly parted from each other’s grasp. Abigail had made her way straight to the fridge, whilst Joshua found the comfort in leaning up against the countertop, slouching as he placed one of his elbows on it for support. The other hand, on top of his stomach, giving it small, methodical rubs. “I think I might actually die of the hunger” he gave a small groan.

But hallelujah! Praise Abby Jehovah!

The girl took hold of a tray of cupcakes, showing it to him; his whole face lit up in pure excitement. Never had he been so over the moon at the glimpse of a cupcake. “Ayyee!” he gave a small cheer of victory, reaching over and taking hold of one of them himself. As he began to unravel the cupcake in his hand, focusing on it with all his might, he heard Abby bring up the game and noted how it was interesting. A small snort slipped, followed by a gentle chuckle. “Interesting is one word you could call it” Joshua commented, looking up from his cupcake to catch a quick glimpse of Abby, before once more returning his attention to the baked good in his hand. The girl spoke once again, mentioning that there was something that he wanted but didn’t get earlier? His brow furrowed in slight confusion, turning to look at Abby. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders made him wonder if his bow tie was out of alignment again. Was she talking about how he couldn’t tie his bowtie?

It wasn’t the bowtie she was talking about at all. And when their lips met, he felt like he could’ve melted into a big giant puddle. Much like the hand-holding, there was something different about kissing Abby compared to Max. With Max, he felt nothing. It was a split second, and the only thing he could remember from it all was just how funny the situation was. But with Abby, it felt like she was a mysterious, deep, dark ocean. He wanted to immerse himself in her, allowing her to drag him into the depths of her waters. He wanted to be enveloped by her and never return back to the surface for air. She tasted like sweet vanilla and smelt like… well, he wasn’t sure what she smelt like. All he knew was that it was his most favourite scent in the world.

There was a gradual pull, a tug trying to bring him back to the surface again. Regardless if he needed breath or not, he didn’t want to return. Hands that once held the cupcake, relocating it to the counter next to him in a blindless wonder, took hold of the deep waters; his arms wrapped around Abigail’s waist, dragging her close and up against his own body. A released exhale as their lips parted for a split second uttered the words No, no, no, a call from him to deny her exit from this kiss. Instead of allowing the girl to end the kiss, he had drawn her right back into it. Eyes remaining closed, he could feel his heartbeat in his chest; it wasn’t thundering nor had it slowed down. Rather it dragged, like a frog’s kicks in a muddy pond as it swam. His cheeks and ear lobes are aflame, the reddest and hottest he could ever fathom. And his lips, against hers, moving in perfect unison, capturing her upper lip with a slightly tilted head.

There was a difference in kissing Max and Abigail. With Max, it was just for the game. It was in good spirits. It was to appease the crowd around them. With Abigail? He wanted to melt into her. He wanted to spend the rest of his days floating in her waters and feeling her warm skin against his own. He wanted to taste nothing but that sweet vanilla and indulge in his favourite scent for the rest of his life. And in comparison to how he took hold of Abigail's lips compared to Max’s, you could just tell it. It didn’t need to be spoken; Joshua Jones was absolutely head over heels and infatuated with Abigail Hargreaves.






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location
Mallory's house.
mood
Crushed.
outfit
Beethoven
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Max Berkowitz


Then the two of them eloped to the kitchen, without inviting him along, or asking if he was hungry too… that stung. He wouldn’t dare say anything about it, but Max was a bit nervous about being left alone like this.
He was far from sober, firstly, so he was a little concerned for himself, but far more concerned for his other two friends: Abby had the most to drink out of all three of them and was physically the smallest, and Josh had never had alcohol or weed before and was now incredibly crossfaded for the first time without anyone responsible around...
That was it. He had to follow them in. Besides, he needed to get some food in him before he ended up like last time. He tried to wave for their attention–

“Wait, wait, do you mind if I come? All this drinking has me starved, too, and–”

He stopped.
No one was looking at him.

Unsettled by being ignored, he stepped closer…
Close enough to see what it was his two friends were doing…
Close enough to see how passionately Josh kissed Abby.

They pulled apart, for air, only for Josh to hungrily pull her back in, longing for more of her touch. For more of her.
They kissed like lovers, embraced like a married couple, stroked each other's hair like soulmates...

A creeping shroud of darkness crawled up Max’s chest, swallowing his heart and lungs, choking him.
He didn’t realize he was crying until scalding tears burned down his cheeks, soaking his face in hot saltwater.

If he'd made any sound, he didn't know... he probably had, but it hardly mattered to him now.

Joshua loved her.

Suddenly the scenery seemed to crumble away, separating Max from the romantic scene and leaving him in the cold shadows of Mallory’s hallway. It was clear to him what this was now, something he’d been blissfully ignoring for all this time in his drunken haze: this wasn’t his romance. This wasn’t Brokeback Mountain, this wasn’t the part of his story where the kind, handsome, chivalrous, tight-pantsed cowboy comes to sweep him away from his prison of internalized homophobia and insecurity and pain...
It was all some stupid, futile dream.
He was alone.
Joshua saw nothing in him.
No one did.
No one would.

The tears were beginning to strangle Max, and, fearing he would drown in them, he fled the scene, finding himself taking refuge in what he had to assume was Mallory’s bedroom, with its soft designer pillows and floor-length magenta curtains.
Those two lovebirds would be more at peace with him out of the way.
He felt sick.

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MOOD: PARTYYY

OUTFIT: Yeeee-haww

LOCATION: Hawke residence
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Mallory floralmoon floralmoon

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Leah tamarapasek tamarapasek

Zachary thorspuddingcup thorspuddingcup

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Jenelle Kennedy
Let us be young, let us be wild
until the summer's over
"You sure you're okay?" Jenelle asked, peeking over at Leah with a sly glance as the pair walked together. Jenny was trying to sound casual. The last thing she wanted was to be a nag to her best friend who was obviously hurting, even if she didn't show it.

Halloween was the anniversary of her mother's death after all. Jenny didn't know many details surrounding what happened to Mrs. Gallinger, and Leah always brushed it off if she ever tried to offer a listening ear. No matter, Jenelle would just be here for her friend, trying her best to offer a distraction as she often did this time of year. Pausing in the street, she turned to the blonde and pulled her into a quick hug. Her way of wordlessly conveying that sentiment; she was here, always. Besties forever. She knew Leah would understand what it meant without having to say anything.

Continuing their walk, Jenny shivered, wrapping her arms around herself for a bit of extra warmth. A jacket would have ruined the look of her cowgirl costume, so of course went without one. Luckily, Mallory didn't live far from Leah and Jenelle, all three girls residing in the nicer part of town.

The girls were fashionably late, taking their time to make sure their costumes and makeup were perfect for the occasion. So the party was well underway by the time the pair slipped past Mallory's front door and into the lively soiree, already an absolute rager. Say what you will about Mallory Hawke, the girl knew how to throw a party.

"Wanna grab a drink?" She turned toward Leah, leaning in to be heard over the music. With Jenny leading the way, the girls cut through the crowd to make a beeline for the punch bowl.

A nearby wallflower caught the redhead's eye as she poured a couple cups of the stuff, breaking into a bright, friendly smile. "Hey! Zach!" Jenny waved enthusiastically to the lone dark-haired boy slumped against the wall. Zachary Carpenter was brand new to Joplin, so of course Jenny always went out of her way to chat with him and try to make him feel welcome. She was a friendly girl, geniality was just her MO. The fact that he just so happened to be ridiculously cute and dreamy was totally irrelevant.

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abigail hargreaves



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Time had slowed down, everyone else had disappeared, it was just the two of them together in this moment, and Joshua had deepened the kiss with Abigail, making it seems so much more surreal. She hadn't kissed anyone like this since Kaleb, and even though things between them didn't end mutually, there was still an ache in her heart that longed for the man. Through alcohol and partying, she had constantly tried to fill the void, but never thought of trying to replace him with someone who actually seemed to care for her.

Did Josh care for her?

He had to, especially with the way that he had pulled her closer to him in their moment of passion. Her hands found their way up into his hair, lightly gripping it and pulling him closer as well, she couldn't get enough of him. What seemed like forever passed, she once again pulled away from him, and placed her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him, listening to his breathing start to steady. A smile was plastered on her face, there was nothing else that she wanted in this world right now.

To have actually felt like someone loved and cherished her, even if it was just for a few minutes, made Abigail ecstatic, life was actually beginning to get better it seemed. Releasing him from her arms, she stepped back and looked up at him, the grin still on her face. "I know that w-was random, but I really enjoyed it.." She looks down for a moment, trying to let the redness in her cheeks die down some.

Once again making eye contact with the boy, she speaks up again, "Maybe we should get out of the kitchen. I don't think Mallory would be happy to find us in here eating her cupcakes." A laugh escapes her lips as she reaches down to grasp the boy's hand again, leading the two back into the main area of the house where the party was still in full swing. Abigail looked around, trying to spot Max, he wasn't by the concession table anymore.

Maybe he had gone off with May and the ginger clown, she hoped he was still at the party at least. Still holding onto his hand, she lead the two out onto the dancefloor so that they could dance some before it was time to gather up their group and go back home. Abigail wasn't sure how to dance with the music that was playing at the moment, so she began to assimilate with the people around her, trying to make sure she wasn't looking as fucked up as she was.





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darwin



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Thankfully, his boss took the hint.

And Alex wanted to take his hand.

Thank god for all the cream make-up Darwin had on, or else Alex might see him flush bright red. He really is quite a catch isn't he? The hook hand gives him character. Not like YOU and YOUR problems. With a shuddering hand, he gripped onto Alex's false one, thanking whatever deity exists above that Alex may not feel the tremor in his fist. Then again, a layman would most likely assume it was just due to fear.

Maybe it was.

Exiting his lair led to a long room full of morgue drawers. Lily made it abundantly clear -- do NOT touch the morgue drawers! -- so whoever was working the place wouldn't accidentally try to hide inside of one and end up cuddling with a corpse. It was fine, since he knew the girl manning this room, and she hadn't really wanted to do anything with them anyway.

Instead, red lights decorated it, and an awful hiss came from one of the pipes. She didn't look much like Freddy Krueger on paper. Big man Fred was far skinnier and uglier. Not to mention a thicket of black hair grown from underneath her hat. But the fact of the matter was that, in the moment, it was greatly effective. Shadows buried her face. Darwin was glad that he wasn't the only one really committed to the craft.

Did she make those talons out of real metal?

Darwin didn't have much time to think as she approached -- silently. As if on cue, that old one two Freddy's coming for you song began to play, filling the hall with its reverberations.

"Look who's off his post." She snickered, her teeth white enough to break through the void of darkness. They'd all practiced well, so when she swung at Darwin, it missed his face by mere inches. Darwin grabbed Alex's hand -- his real hand, this time. And he ran, as best he could. Freddy (whose real name was Vera, by the way) gave chase. "Don't think either of you are SAFE in this NIGHTMARE!"

The morgue drawers were well-decorated too, with fake pipes in front of them mimicking the boiler room that Freddy normally resided in.

Darwin's heart pounded. And Alex's hand was really very warm.











































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Zachary Carpenter​
Bumming off of the neighbors Wi-Fi, Zachary had decided to spend the party scrolling through Tumblr. His internet safe haven. He truly felt as if the people on there got him. And, if it hadn't been for the blogging site, then he wouldn't have discovered some of his favorite books. He did enjoy reading the classics. The books most kids seemed to groan when teachers pulled them out in English class. No, the plots weren't always amazing, but there was something about the writing style and the culture that the books were written about that Zach had seemed to like. But, his favorite books, although he wouldn't admit it to anyone in real life, were the contemporary teen fiction novels pushed out by large publishing houses. It wasn't as if the books were dirty, or contained dangerous ideas (well, that depended on who you spoke to...), but liking them somehow made him feel...less. As if enjoying books not considered "literature" made him a less cultured individual.

So, he used Tumblr as his outlet to geek out on them. He was in the process of private messaging one of his Tumblr pals (johngreensleftnipple69) about a new release coming out, when he was approached. Looking up from his screen, Zachary came face to face with a girl in his class. Jenny.

So far Zach had had a few interactions with the girl. Her personality was bright and bubbly, like strawberry soda pop. He didn't think she had an unkind bone in her body. Every time Jenny spoke to him, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Like the time Cassidy had roped him into doing the cinnamon challenge and the two had found out the hard way they were allergic to large amounts of the spice. But, you couldn't be allergic to girls, right? Especially not pretty girls dressed as a cute cowgirl.

"Oh, Jenny!" His voice cracked on the last syllable of her name. As if he was going through puberty again. He felt his face flush with embarrassment. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he paused, the pulse of the music making the silence worse. "Wow, that was a...dumb question. It's a party, you came to the party...to party..."

He didn't know how to save himself from this. "So, uh...how's that juice?" He nodded his head towards Jenny's cup, but internally, he was kicking himself in the ass.
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The Brat



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Excited, tipsy, less lonely











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Dont Fall Asleep











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Faye leaned against the low wall, lost in thought as she tried to decide what to do on the spooky halloween night. She was beginning to miss her friends at home and quickly had to push that thought out of her head. She couldn't think like that, this was a good decision, it was good for her.. wasn't it?.

As she took the last drag of her smoke and flicked it out, Faye turned to walk towards the haunted house but was surprised to come face to face with a boy. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, ready to do her normal bitchy introduction and walk off, and she wondered why she didn't make friends too easily, but what he said took her by pleasant surprise and she couldn't help the amused smirk that played on her lips, his introduction had made him worthy of her attention and that fact that he was hot certainly didn't hurt.

"Awh how sweet, fresh meat" she commented in the best horror movie villain voice she could muster. She was suddenly wishing she had Freddy's gloves, although she probably would have injured herself if she had used them, so she was better off in the long run. An unlikely and uncharacteristically cute giggle fell from her lips at her own comment maybe I had too much wine .. before the smirk fell back into place.

When he asked if she was going in, Faye looked towards the Funeral Parlor and nodded, an excited twinkle in her eyes "Yeah I think it could be fun, care to join?" She asked him. While she wouldn't show it, she was delighted in meeting someone who seemed just as lonely and lost as she was, maybe this town wouldn't be so bad after all.

Faye began walking towards the funeral parlor, a sway to her hips as she walked, a sway with enough power to slightly move her skirt with each step but not enough that it looked on purpose. "I hope it's at least a bit scary" Faye commented as they reached the entrance "or we could make it scary ourselves i suppose" she commented more so to herself than Leon, a devilish glint lighting her eyes.

Faye greeted the owner at the entrance as they entered the building and began the tour. She had to admit the decorations were very well done and the overall atmosphere based on the real use of the building certainly added to the overall spookiness, it was like an uncomfortable eeriness, the exact feeling you want in a haunted house. As they stepped into the first room a child like grin, one that could be described as a child on christmas morning opening santa presents played on Faye's face as she looked up at Leon, excitement and amusement clear on her features "Welcome to my home" she exclaimed, the chances that the first room would be based on the very movie that she had taken her costume inspiration from made Faye excited and almost proud. The song began to play One, two, Freddy's coming for you and Faye sang along in a low and horror inspired childlike tone. Suddenly the hair on the back of her neck stood up as she sensed someone around them, she suppressed the urge to jump and turned to face the actress dressed as Freddie, eyes wide almost as though she was confused, "Dad?" she questioned feighing an almost child like innocence as she suppressed her laugh, deciding in that moment to play the role of Freddie's daughter.




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Alex




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It occurred to Alexander Cappelletti, as he and his tall pale companion disappeared hand-in-hand into the darkness of the house of horrors, that he had never actually seen Nightmare on Elm Street. Ever.
His grandparents were of an anti-horror-movie persuasion when it came to the films that were shown in their house, especially after... certain things that had happened a few years ago, let's say... and Alex himself had never been particularly keen to rectify that lack of cultural literacy by himself. Films with blood and broken glass in them still made him nauseous. He'd much rather watch Napoleon Dynamite or Mamma Mia, or maybe even Legally Blonde if he was feeling particularly saucy.

He kept telling himself it wasn't unexamined PTSD that made him avoid these types of things; it was just a matter of personal preference. Simple as that. He was just a regular, healthy, untraumatized almost-grown-up guy who liked chick flicks for no reason other than personal preference.
Personal preference.
He could become a horror movie aficionado anytime he wanted to.
He was fine.

Experiencing the lore of Freddy Kreuger for the very first time in the midst of this surprisingly bone-chilling funeral home haunted house... now that was a Halloween adventure. Alex was almost glad to be going in fresh. He marched in bravely side-by-side with Darwin, who apprehensively clung to his prosthetic hook hand, and the two boys took in the scenery.

Joplin's funeral home looked much different from the last time Alex had set foot through its wooden doors. The last time he was here it was a sterile and somber parlor, that smelled cloyingly of fake lily perfume and candle wax. Those smells were gone, replaced by the smell of plywood and dust, and now the darkened halls were illuminated only by ominous red bulbs of hazy light, and steam hissed from the exposed piping, immediately setting the tone of a spooky nightmare-land.

So, bearing in mind that Alex had never seen more than a snippet or two of the story the theme was derived from before, completely naive to the massive cinematic cliche that it had become, one had to acknowledge the extra layer of uncanny atmosphere that this created.

Suddenly, a gruesome voice ripped its way through the shadows.

"--Don't think either of you are SAFE in this NIGHTMARE!"

Alex heard the voice before he saw its source and nearly jumped 10 feet in the air.
“What the fuck--”

There he was... she was... they were? The raggedy blade-wielding phantom lunged out of the shadow, too fast and too well-shrouded by the darkness for Alex to say much of what they looked like.
The chill that ran down his spine felt like electric sparks and seemed to dislodge his own ribs from their places, making his heart leap into his throat.
Especially when just then, a hand that looked to be made of knives swiped out of the darkness, clawing the air only inches from Darwin's face.

“ODDIO-- !!!”


Darwin grabbed Alex's hand back -- his real flesh and bone one, this time -- and the two boys pelted full-force down the hallway, Alex screaming
“NOPE!! NOPE, NOPENopenopenopenope--”
All the way.
Darwin had cold hands.
Alex sort of hoped his real hand would warm the other boy's hand up a little. He knew how much it sucked to have chilly hands.
Especially when they were very clearly and very certainly about to die.

Or at least about to collide head-first with whoever was ahead of them on the haunted pathway...







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With kindness as provenance for risk, tenderness was nuanced with suspicion. Comforted by war-painted pride and sharp toothed veneer, to be pampered like a captive pet could be considered highly humiliating.

But like all atrociously evil and unredeemable creatures, Ren did enjoy the merits of a good pat. Nothing dehumanising about being treated like a handbag dog, so very special and luxurious. For there was no need to be hostile, huddled in the pleasant cove of Auguste’s embrace. Best friends. They said it, and nobody on earth could be cruel enough to lie about something so important.

After agreement, or perhaps just acquiescence to the piercing proposal, Ren’s own smile sunk steeply at hearing their inquiry. The languid look on Auguste’s face; wholly unfitting for the potential danger they were in. Bad things happened on Halloween. Ren swallowed something acidic sitting in the back of his mouth. A clearing of his burning throat, once, twice, a shuffling of feet just to fill the eerie silence.

“Funny.” He’d croak, still waiting for the claim of ‘sike’.

Head turning and vacant gaze affixing up at Auguste. A pale look, equal portion watery and wistful that the individual was lying.

“Don’t… Don’t you know where we are?”

He led him down there!

That was not very best-friend of him.

In a collapse of dominos did comfort wilt, striking the borders of Ren’s peripheral with fresh worry. An incoherent argument primed on the needle of his liquor-lulled tongue was tempered at recollection; more imperative things were afoot.

Like evil spirits.

“Are we– are we lost.” An inconspicuous half-step brought Ren to their side. Hovering like a child with his mom who would valiantly protect him from the horrors of the world. In matching fashion, a hand gripped theirs, lest Abraham feel the need to run off and abandon him again. An anchor to the kinetic world rolling underfoot, easing some tension for having run headlong into this must-be-ghost-ridden environment to save the reckless man.

“You shouldn’t smile,” he’d advise in a heavy whisper, “‘cause dead people will go in your mouth and steal your body.” Wisdom bestowed with a sage-like nod, attention tunnelled towards the phosphorescent blur of street lights. A safe-haven from the dingy dark of their alley.

“We go this way, I think. It has good energy.” All intentions to drag the swaying giant against whatever will they probably didn’t possess in this moment, Ren began his journey to safety.

Just a young man taking his giant bestie and pet cat for a walk. A family of three hitting the town.

“I’m not a violent guy, you know. If there was a ghost up there I would just let him pass. Even if it wasn’t his turn I still wouldn’t punch him.”

Excellent.

“Do you think you could punch a ghost?”























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MOOD: Awkward :\

OUTFIT: Ride into the danger zone

LOCATION: Halloween party @ Queens
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Emily neverbackdown neverbackdown

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Wolf Thackery
The world is a beautiful place
But we have to make it that way
"Oh uh...thanks, man. I'm good..." Wolf grinned shyly, holding up the bottle of beer he'd been nursing since he arrived at the bar. He nodded politely to the other man, who bid him goodbye with a flirtatious wink before strolling off to the dance floor. The third guy who'd sidled up to offer Wolf a drink or proposition him in some way. Fuck, why did he have to be straight? He had no idea men were this forward in gay bars. If that did it for him, he'd be set right now.

Alas, as a heterosexual male, he'd generally have to do the approaching in these cases. An area he was woefully lacking in. Yeah, Wolf was clearly out of his element here. At work, he was strong and capable. There were specific procedures to follow, and he did so to a T. Shit like this though? Socializing? Trying to pick up women? He was completely lost at sea in this environment.

What happened to him? He used to know how to party. Since graduating, the former popular jock had completely lost touch with pretty much everyone he used to fuck around with back in the day. Most of them probably hightailing it out of this cesspit of a city as soon as school ended. Wolf himself spent the years concentrating on his career and picking up extra shifts wherever he could. Hanging with family, his dog Benji during his free time distracted him well enough from his utter lack of a love life...most of the time. Occasions like this though, lost among all his cavorting peers, just underscored his loneliness in the worst way.

Hazel eyes scanned the bustling Halloween party, halfheartedly looking for someone he could chat up--or more like peek at from afar before eventually giving up on the whole idea to make a hasty retreat back home to Benji. His gaze stopped on a familiar face however, framed in a halo of bouncy brunette curls. It took Wolf a few seconds to recognize her, but when he did, his heart skipped a beat.

This had to be fate. Rewind a couple of months back, when Wolf came upon two inebriated youths while on patrol, stumbling around dangerously close to a busy intersection. Funnily enough, one of them just so happened to be little Kenzie Gallgaher. Younger sister of Emily Gallagher, an old flame from high school. Wolf had been hoping for a little reunion upon escorting the kids back to the safety of the Gallagher residence, dying of curiosity to see his former fling after all these years. It was her brother James who answered though. No Emmy in sight, to Wolf's dismay.

Naturally, he could not get Emily out of his mind after that, finding himself daydreaming about all their good times back then. She was so hot and fun, a sexy, streetsmart little minx who used to get into fights and take him on adventures. His curiosity getting the better of him, he kept flirting with the idea of just messaging her or something. They didn't exactly part on good terms though. Completely his fault, mind you; there was a fight last they'd spoken, and he was a admittedly a complete jerk that night, something he'd regretted ever since. Wolf wasn't even sure if Emily would be happy to hear from him.

And now here she was before him. There was no way he could just dip out without saying hi at least. He'd thought about her so much, it was if he'd conjured Emily from his own mind, finally manifesting her in the flesh. Though even his wildest imagination couldn't have dreamed up this costume. Downing the last sip of beer, Wolf had nearly choked at first glimpse of her alluring figure, lithe and leggy, hugged by those skintight leather pants.

Wolf tugged his aviators off to get a better look, awkwardly fumbling with the sunglasses trying to hang them on the zip of his Top Gun flightsuit with one hand. The other hand gripped his empty beer bottle, reaching back to place it on the bar with a few other fallen soldiers others had left behind. After a moment's hesitation, the officer pushed off from bar to propel himself in Emily's direction, cutting through the crowd as politely as he could.

"Hey!" Wolf flashed a bright smile as he approached, holding his hands up in surrender. The familiar old corny greeting he'd always reserved just for the scrappy girl. "Don't hurt me," He smirked knowingly before turning to James with a friendly nod. "Hey, James. How are you guys??"

Wolf let his gaze fall back on Emmy, longing to go in for a hug. He lost his nerve though, instead just stuffing his hands in his pockets, happy enough to drink her in from where he was standing.


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LEON PIERCE
Not understanding that you’re a horrible person doesn’t make you less of

a horrible person
the sinner
fell asleep and forgot to die
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location: funeral parlor
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Darwin Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy
Alex Chimney Swift Chimney Swift
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The small smile playing on his lips turned into a full-blown grin at Faye's response despite any attempts at concealing his excitement. He trailed behind her, the natural sway of her hips not lost on him. Any sinful thoughts were cut short as they approached the entrance.

"Anyone fucked up enough to turn a funeral home into a Halloween attraction can probably pull off a scare," he responded as the pair entered the parlor. Realization hit him that they had probably just walked past the owner; hopefully they took it as the compliment he had intended it to be. The vibes inside the mortuary were immaculate - the decorations accentuated by the fact that they were in the penultimate resting place of the dead.

Leon's eyes filled with wonder, a smile etched permanently on his face as he took everything in as they approached the first room. With a voice tinged by laughter, he joined Faye in singing the theme song of her chosen costume. Everything in him screaming that an actor was bound to pop up soon was not enough to prevent him from jumping as Freddy's claws appeared in front of them.

It took a great deal of effort to swallow the laughter that threatened to erupt from him at Faye's reaction to the actress, his startled expression quickly overcome by one of pure amusement. "Better keep that glove on tight, wouldn't want daughter dearest to show you how to use it," he said to the actress, waggling his eyebrows before he and Faye carried on walking and the actress returned to her position. He'd always thought the "finale" to be the worst movie in the series, but he adored it nonetheless.

"You goin' by Maggie or Katheri-" Before he could continue playing off of the Freddy's daughter charade, he'd ended up first face on the ground. Rude.

Some real blood joined the artificial one on his face, and Leon didn't bother to wipe himself clean as he stood up. In the spirit of the greatest holiday of all time, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, showing nothing but the whites as he turned towards the duo behind him. Putting on his best Timmy Baterman impression, he croaked out, "Sometimes, dead is better," accompanied by a toothy, sinister grin.
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MOOD: Lost

OUTFIT: brains!

LOCATION: Mallory's Party
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leah
Praying to God that someday you'll be mine

"Jen, it's totally fine. Trust me. Don't worry about dumb dead moms for one second, and worry more about staying warm. I mean come on it's freezing! I'm sure they'd have some place to put a jacket." Leah instructed Jenelle, wrapping her arms around her friend so the two girls could huddle together against the cold climate. Truthfully, Leah was grateful she had the excuse to divert Jen's attention away from her mom. Halloween was always a weird day when it came around, bringing about feelings that Leah much preferred to suppress and pretend never ever existed. And partying like a normal teen was her way of pretending to be normal. Like any other teen who didn't get weepy and mourn the loss of a shot mother every damn time spooky decorations began hanging about town.

As the two girls stumbled into the party and headed for the punch bowl, Leah scanned the room. Would he be there? She hadn't seen DJ since he'd essentially ghosted her post-hookup, and she'd blocked him promptly, in a fit of rage. Leah wasn't the type of person to spiral or burn bridges willy nilly, but that night had been different. He'd actually given her hope that he meant what he said this time. So when things went back to normal and she was just the nuisance to his aloof schtick, she flipped out and quietly blocked him. Much like any other painful memory or loss, Leah wanted to pretend he didn't exist. But unlike her mother, DJ wasn't dead. Theoretically he could pop up at anytime and she'd be unable to run from the memories of their last time together.

Diverting her focus to Jenny and the new kid Zach, Leah offered a wry smile. "Actually, I've gotta go. I think I see a friend from yearbook over there." She informed them, rushing off to go skulk in the corner with her punch. Though tempting as it sounded to stick with Jenelle all night, the last thing Leah wanted to do was cockblock. Poor Jenelle wasn't exactly the luckiest in love, much to Leah's chagrin and confusion. Leah being there while Jenelle talked to a cute guy would probably be cutting into their moment, and she was sure Jen would do the same if their situations were flipped.

Leah walked off to the bathroom, hoping to double-check her costume and make sure she didn't look too ridiculous, as well as give herself something to do while avoiding her kinda-sorta-not-really ex. She glanced in the mirror, frowning as she realized part of the bloody makeup was beginning to smudge, and promptly began the tedious process of touching her face up and adjusting the fake blood so she could be equal parts slutty-zombie and horrifying-monster. She wasn't nearly as good with makeup or fashion as Jenelle was, and it was in fact Jenelle who helped her do her makeup for the party. Though a little nervous it wouldn't look half as good, Leah knew she'd rather walk around like a clown than ruin Jenny's moment to chat with a cute guy by bugging her.

Exiting the bathroom, Leah walked down the hallway slowly, contemplating whether to hang solo or try to socialize with new people. As she weighed the pro's and con's in her head, her eyes widened as she saw a figure approaching her. Fuck. It was him. Though it was incredibly tempting to just run the other way, it would probably be quicker and less awkward to just say "Hi" and ditch. Plus it'd show him she truly was not affected by his callous behavior. And it definitely wasn't because she was dying to talk to him, why would you even say that?

"So....hey?" She offered weakly, already plotting out what the closest escape route would be in her head. Y'know like a totally chill unaffected person.
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As he swam in the deep waters, searching and scanning for the beauties that lay beneath the surface, he could start to feel himself running out of breath. Selfishly, he wanted to keep going. He wanted to keep going until his lips were red and raw and he passed out from lack of oxygen. He wanted to keep feeling that pure ecstasy running through his body and the overwhelming sense of feeling wanted and, in a way, loved. He never thought he could feel love like this before. Oddly, it made sense. Raised as a touch-deprived child, never remembering what a warm embrace felt, he felt like this kiss was enough to mend all wounds. Heal those areas in his life where he had been blindly bruised and beaten.

But it wasn’t just him in this kiss. Abigail was on the receiving end as much as she was on the giving. And as she began to pull away, he knew he had to respect that - as much as he wanted to go back in to drag her yet into another kiss. He, too, began to gently pull away, his eyes remaining closed as they finally parted. He could feel his chest rattle, his lungs shaking with anticipation for some air as it had been so deprived. How long had he been holding his breath? He could feel them expand and compress with shivers, enveloping all the air that they could handle in such a short amount of time.

As Abby wrapped her arms around him, placing her head upon her chest, he responded automatically by tightening the wrap he had around her own body, ensuring to create a warm, inviting embrace. He suddenly felt quite aware of his body and the intense feelings that radiated through it in this very moment. Every hair stood up straight like marching soldiers, his chest slowly rising and falling as air filled his lungs once more. Every inch of him felt bewildered and excited from the interaction, and he was thankful that Abigail was taking a moment to embrace and relax from such a thing. She was the craziest adventure he had ever embarked, and now he was thankful that he could pause and reflect on what beauties she had shown him.

As time passed, he could feel her grip on him slowly lose its tightness and step back to look at him. His arms which had been tightly wrapped around her to provide a sense of belonging and safety, gracefully and naturally trailed down her arms before his hands landed upon her elbows; he still wasn’t ready to let go of that touch - that feeling - she had just invited him into moments before. She gazed up at him with that brilliant grin on her face, unaware that such simple actions could take his breath away. “I know that w-was random, but I really enjoyed it” she said before bashfully turning towards the ground.

Laboured breathing, his lungs still trying to regain their pattern of inhaling and exhaling, Joshua nodded in agreement. “He too” he breathlessly managed to get out on his exhale. If we were completely honest, really enjoyed would’ve been the biggest understatement of the year. His whole body was still buzzing from the kiss, running from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and fingertips. It had really felt they had been in their own little world and it was only just starting to hit him that they were in the midst of a crowded, blaring party. As she gazed up once more, mentioning about Mallory, Joshua couldn’t help but allow a grin to creep on his face and a small chuckle to slip past his lips. “I don’t think Mallory is happy with anyone… ever” he commented with a tone filled with cheek.

Her hand slipped down to his own, taking hold of it before leading the pair of them into the party. As the pair began to walk around, all Joshua could focus on was the feeling of her hand in his own. She held his hand in her own, but it didn’t feel secure enough, especially as they ventured through the dancefloor filled with people showing off their wild moves. So, to ensure he didn’t lose the girl, he shifted his hand to fill the spaces between her fingers with his own, entwining them.

As they moved through the dancefloor, Joshua could see the variety of different dance moves and styles, which, honestly, made him a bit nervous. The only type of dancing he knew was ballroom, and that was because his parents had made him take classes for his brother’s weddings. All he could remember was having to dance with Mary in a hot, sticky studio with no air-con during summer. The tension between the two siblings rose like the room’s temperature as Joshua forgot a move or two or accidentally stepped on her toe. He eventually did learn his parts to the point that it was embedded into his very core.

So, as they came to a space where they could both dance together, Joshua did what he knew; without words, he brought his hand to Abby’s waist, planting it there, and brought their entwined hands up in formation. “Are you ready?” he asked her, a grin spreading from cheek to cheek as he brought them into a slight sway. He then raised his hand with hers up in the air and with the other hand, gave her a slight push to encourage her to spin around. Once she had done so, he placed his hands back into their original positions, swaying them side to side once more and smiled down at the girl. “Oh, you’re a natural ballroom dancer” he chuckled, scrunching his nose in delight.






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MOOD: Rowdy

OUTFIT: Here

LOCATION: Queens
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Dante qunqun qunqun
Silvana floralmoon floralmoon

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Kaz Milyukov
You want it, you take it
You take it, you got it
Kaz quirked a brow, glancing from Silv to Dante and back again. Had this guy hooked up with Silvana? His Silvana? Though he had no claim on the dancer, he didn't like that one bit. Kaz glowered at their guest, satisfied to see him trembling in his skivvies.

"Shut the fuck up. You want your jaw broken, mudak?" He snapped, clearly irritated by Dante's taunts. Scoffing, he turned away as Dante stripped off his boxers so not to indulge the guy in his assumption that Kaz was hoping to catch an eyeful.

"Ugh! Bozhe moi!" Kaz cackled at the sight of Dante spilling out of his new outfit, covering his eyes for effect. Any other place, they'd probably get tossed out for indecency. This specific party though, a nearly naked guy with his junk spilling out of his speedo? Kaz reckoned they'd be welcomed with open arms.

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"DRINK, MOTHERFUCKER!" The rowdy band of Bratva thugs chanted in unison as they watched Dante throw back the whole row of shots that had been arranged for him. He was made to do this without using his hands, essentially forcing the guy to wrap his mouth around each shot glass, picking the glass up with his face and tossing the vodka down his throat.

The group was lounging in the back of the club, having taken over the VIP area. Their tab was racking up shots by the dozen, thought it was doubtful that thing was gonna be paid off anytime soon. What would these sissies even do about it? Maybe Kaz would throw some cash at them one of these days, if he was feeling charitable.

Kaz chuckled, watching the small brawl that seemed to have broken out on the dance floor before turning his attention back to the lawyer. "Nah, nah, nah," Shaking his head as Dante killed the last shot like a champ. "You ain't finished, Doris." Nodding to the goon on the other side of table who was racking up some more shots and pushing the row of tiny glasses toward Dante.

He glanced up as Silvana approached the group, reaching for her arm to playfully pull her onto his lap. "Spasibo, detka" Leaning forward, Kaz took the bump of white powder she offered him, sniffing the little pile she'd scooped up with the edge of a key.

"Kakiye plany na potom?" Kaz leaned in to ask softly in the blonde's ear. Idly running a palm over her stocking, he let his hand wander up just under her skirt a bit to paw at her smooth thigh. Kaz had succeeded in keeping a sort of distance from Silv, at least socially. She wasn't one of his regular hookups, even though he was quite sure she was interested. Reason being she was one of "Alexei's girls." Which was kinda bullshit; they were never in a serious relationship, and they certainly weren't now. Alexei was practically married to Jo, with a kid on the way. He knew all too well from these kinds of experiences though, that Alexei was extremely possessive, and would be livid if word got back to him that his brother had fucked someone he used to be involved with. Chances were good he'd never hear the end of it if he started up with Silvana.

He didn't know she was gonna wear this little outfit though, completely tanking his resolve to keep his relationship with Silv (mostly) professional. It was Halloween! Of course Silv would show up in something sexy. But in that moment, Kaz found himself fresh out of fucks to give if it pissed off Alexei. He had to have her. Especially now that he knew she'd slept with their Italian friend here. Hell if he could explain why, but that small detail made it all the more imperative that he get with Silv right now.

Kaz pulled the blonde closer to him, letting his hand wander up her other thigh. "So, Silv, whatta ya think we should do with Doris here?" He let his dark eyes scan her figure before they trailed back up to her pretty face, throwing a nod toward Dante. "Make him twerk on the bar? Give a guy a lap dance?"
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Drinks now in hand Emily and James turned to stand with their backs to the bar, looking out at the crowded club. The costumes were very good this year and Emily was like an child in a toy store as she looked around at all the effort that had been put into this halloween.

"See I told you, you had to dress up" she said to her brother and she heard him grumble something in reply, she turned to him ready for an argument about whatever he had muttered but stopped in her tracks when she saw an amused smirk on his lips as he looked over her head. She raised an eyebrow at him, curiosity taking over her but also a sprinkle of fear as she noticed the dangerous glint in his eye. He was up to something and she couldn't tell what, as Emily turned to see what James was looking at she heard his whisper "Well he's definitely shaped up Sandy" Emily raised an eyebrow confused and was about to ask what he meant but realisation hit as she spotted Top gun coming towards them.

As Wolf approached and used their old familiar greeting, Emily laughed "Man it's been years since I've heard that" a soft smile played on her lips as she was hit with a wave of nostalgia. Her and Wolf had some amazing times during their youth and if she was honest, a part of her had always missed him. Her stubbornness and pride had not allowed her to contact him after the way things ended and she had always regretted falling out of contact. Deciding to let the past remain in the past Emily stepped forward and gave Wolf a hug. She was surprised to find that he still gave her butterflies all these years later but she pushed the feeling down and out of mind, he could have a girlfriend or even be married by now.

"Talk to me, Goose" James had a smirk as he quoted the movie to Wolf "Happy to see my sister since you missed her at the house last time?" a mischievous tone was present in James voice "Sandy and Maverick....." James stopped suddenly as a elbow was shoved into his ribs and he grimaced slightly before the smirk was back on his lips. "Ok ok i'll take my leave" James gave Wolf a small nod and a smile before he grabbed his drink and disappeared into the crowd.

When James finally left them, Emily turned to look at Wolf again, the smile still present on her lips and a slightly blush lighting her cheeks "Sorry he's still ass as you can see" she commented with a roll of her eyes "but how are you, what have you been up to?"




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MOOD: Content

OUTFIT: Mongrel chic

LOCATION: Jolexei apartment, the streets of Joplin
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INT:

Josephine tamarapasek tamarapasek

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TL;DR:
tl;dr
Alexei Milyukov
Chin up and we'll drown a little slower
"Aww. You two look beautiful," Alexei smiled with adoration watching Josephine paint glitter around the toddler's face to add a bit more sparkle to her fairy costume. He grinned as Jo caught him in an embrace on her way to the bedroom to replace the makeup amongst all her other little potions and accoutrements, slipping his arms around her.

He chuckled as Jo tried to kiss him, the couple now struggling to get around the "cone of shame" collar Alexei wore around his neck as part of his dog costume. Things were great, though he couldn't help but feel like he was on thin ice with Jo, just a little bit. She now knew all about who he really was, and she was sticking by him. Though as much as she insisted otherwise, the truth had to be a bit hard for her to swallow.

And now she knew everything. Alexei even showed her the couple of well-hidden and locked away stashes of guns and cash he kept squirreled around the apartment. It was a relief though, to finally be completely honest with her, and not just for the obvious reasons of trust and transparency in a relationship. It was stupid yeah, but he wanted to prove to Josephine he could provide for her and their child. It was obvious she'd had her doubts if they'd be able to stay afloat with a kid, so it was important to Alexei that his princess could rest easy knowing she'd be well taken care of. Sure, Jo and child would be supported by her man's life of crime, but no use quibbling on such details. This was Joplin, you did what you had to do to survive.

"Katinka!" Alexei sighed, his brow furrowed watching the little girl resume scribbling all over the pages of a paperback novel. He motioned for her to take a step towards him, lowering himself to kneel at her eye level. "Hey, we don't color in books, right? You know that," Alexei continued gently, though his voice had a firm edge to it.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head downward to meet her gaze fixed on the floor, pouting slightly as she was reprimanded. He was lucky Tink wasn't a little bit older, and couldn't yet grasp the absurdity of being scolded by someone wearing a full on lampshade over his head. "Go on, tell aunt Jo you're sorry," Alexei added, turning the child around to face Josephine, and gave her back a little pat of encouragement. "Sorry," He mouthed silently to Jo as Tink scampered up to her to give her own shy apology.

~~~

"Grrr....you better run! That moon's lookin' awfully full," Alexei snarled playfully, holding his hands up like claws as he chased after Katinka. In turn, the little girl squealed happily, tearing off. She shrieked, dissolving into giggles as she was scooped up before she could run too far away from the couple. "Yum, a little fairy! Nom nom nom," Alexei chuckled, tickling the giggling child in his arms before he let her back down to join the group of kids gathered to collect their candy from the next house.

"Better watch out," He turned to grin at Jo before attacking her with the same treatment, tickling her sides. "You're looking pretty tasty," Alexei teased, pulling her into his arms carefully so not to mess up her angel wings. "Damn it, why did I wear this thing?" He laughed with a roll of his eyes as he again fought with his costume to steal a kiss from Josephine while the children were occupied.

Tink skipped a little ahead of the couple as they walked side by side, taking in all the spooky decorations, bands of kids in costumes, and crisp autumn air, full of smog as it was. Even their grungy old city had a fun atmosphere on Halloween night. "You cold?" Alexei asked with concern, slipping an arm around the brunette as they walked.

"Ooh, look at that!" Alexei grinned, nodding at a sight up ahead. The funeral parlor, somebody had made it into a haunted house, done up in kinds of creepy decor. "You ready??" He asked,
giving her a little one-armed squeeze.

"What, too scared?" Alexei teased, pulling his arm back to give Jo a playful nudge with his elbow. Of course, he'd never take a child as young Katinka into such a place, it was undoubtedly way too scary for a 3-year-old. Just because they wouldn't actually be going inside though, didn't mean he couldn't still tease Josephine about it.
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Jenelle blushed a bit at Zachary's attention, letting out a little laugh as his voice cracked slightly when he spoke her name. She delicately took the brim of her red chapeau in her fingertips, tipping the cowboy hat at him. "Howdy!" She shot back with a giggle and shrug at how corny of a reply that was.

"It's..." Taking a small, cautious sip of punch, the redhead immediately scrunched her face up at the taste. "It's got booze in it," Was the only positive thing she could come up with to say about the concoction. " She was holding two cups of the stuff in her hands, the other one she'd poured for Leah. Her bestie had already excused herself though, so not to be a third wheel. Much to Jenny's dismay; she was still worried about her friend, and hoped Leah wouldn't get too drunk or high or something when she wasn't there to keep an eye on her.

"Did you want some?" Jenny asked, holding the other cup out to Zach. Truthfully, she had no idea if he actually drank or not, and couldn't hazard a guess if he was the type to do so. Jenny herself was never one to drink much until the she went nuts the night of the cave rave, and after that she'd been drinking here and there just to numb the heartbreak of being rejected by the boy that took her virginity. At the moment though, in the company of a handsome young man, Mateo was the furthest thing from her mind.


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In one swift movement, Joshua had wrapped one arm around her waist and was moving his other arm up hers, wrapping his hand around hers, leading them into a few glides before giving her a light push to guide her into a spin. Carefully doing so, Abigail spun out into the crowd of people, and then pulled herself back into the boy's arms.

“Oh, you’re a natural ballroom dancer."

This caused the girl to chuckle and lightly bury her face in his chest, shaking her head "no". Bringing her head back up to look at the boy, she speaks up, declining his compliment, "I have no clue what I'm doing, I'm just trying to avoid your feet." A laugh follows the end of her sentence, as she locks eyes with Josh once more.

Was this her fairytale moment? It possibly could be, except when the clock strikes midnight, she wouldn't have to worry about anything changing, it would all remain the same as it is now. No carriages turning into pumpkins, no losing a shoe, none of it, just actually being able to embrace her Prince Charming during the ballroom dance.

One thing that did not cross her mind, was the amount of alcohol that she had in her system, so although nothing would change by morning time, the real question was, if she would remember it all by then. That was something that would be for sober Abigail to deal with since drunk Abigail was having the absolute time of her life at the moment.

All the hurt she had experienced in the past had melted away into nothing, the only thing she could focus on was what was right in front of her, and that was pure happiness. Although it was a little enhanced by alcohol, there was no denying that this moment was absolutely amazing.





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silvana garth



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*trigger warning* drug use

The group made their way into the bar, slithering through the crowd of people fighting, heading towards the VIP section to be uninterrupted in their hazing of Dante. Silvana had managed to slip away from the group for a second in order to pick up some cocaine for herself, and whoever else in the group would want to share with her. Queens seemed to have the best quality in Joplin, but that was probably because they were supplied by the Bratva themselves.

Upon returning to the group of men, she hears them yelling at Dante, "DRINK, MOTHERFUCKER!" They must've decided to get the man absolutely obliterated before slapping some more tasks for him to do, as she approaches the table, she notices it is full of empty shot glasses, this confirmed her hunch. Closing the gap between herself and the table, she reaches down into her little baggy of white substance and pulls out a key full, offering it to Kaz.

He seemed to simultaneously pull her into his lap, and snort the powder, whispering into the girl's ear, "Kakiye plany na potom?" His hand traveling up her thigh, sent shivers down Silvana's spine, when it's a customer doing so, such a thing wouldn't have any effect on her, but Kaz? There was something different about him. Between that and his whispering, she was absolute putty at this point, looking down with a slight grin on her face, she whispers back, "Nikakikh planov."

Silvana adjusted herself on the man's lap, placing one arm around the back of his neck, hanging on every word that he spoke, although the man was her boss, it didn't stop her from thinking about the things that she would do to him. There was just something about Kaz that could easily through the cracks of her hard and cold exterior, almost as if he knew exactly what to do or say to break past.

His hand traveled towards her other thigh, sending a second wave of sensation through her body, especially as he pulled her closer to him, all she could think about was taking him home, but that was until he spoke up to her. Kaz asked her what she thought they should make "Doris" do, he gave her two possible options but also left it open for her to choose freely.

"Put him on the bar, make him dance." Her eyes locked with Kaz's as she told him what they should do with Dante, finishing her sentence she turns to look at the Italian man that they had been pumping full of alcohol, she was actually quite surprised that he was still managing to keep his head up, or at least trying to.






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Jo nuzzled into Alexei's side, basically situating her face into his armpit due to their height difference. She offered a weak smile, wrapping her arms around Alexei to keep warm. "K-kinda? I think I screwed up wearing this tonight." Jo confessed, gesturing to the sleeveless ensemble she'd decided on months ago, before being privy to the halloween climate in Joplin, or realized it likely wouldn't be as cute on a visibly pregnant woman, making this all for naught.

"Remind me to do a warmer costume next year." Jo whispered to her boyfriend as they walked down the streets of Joplin a few steps behind Tink. Her eyes widened, spotting the spooky haunted house/funeral parlor. "Babe! Don't do this to meeeeeee." She whined, pulling his arm down to force him to stare at her eyes which were giving their all to have the most pathetic puppy dog look about them so her boyfriend felt bad for even asking.

"It's so scawyyyyyy." Jo pouted, crossing her arms. Truthfully, she doubted any haunted house was going to be scarier than that time she spent the Halloween inside her Church's hellhouse, watching a graphic reenactment of lesbian drug addicts being tortured in hell for the rest of their days, following their gruesome death in a car accident. Or her other hellhouse adventures. Nevertheless, she very much did not want her boyfriend to see her get startled and make a fool of herself the second she felt a hand touch her back. Not when poker faces and cool women were likely what he was used to. He'd definitely never stop teasing her about it then. So she would try to cutesy her way into guilting Alexei.

"But anyway. I still wanna know the thought process behind this?" Jo teased, gently patting his collar and giving his nose a little boop. "This isn't a rabid dog thing is it? I keep telling you, you're not mangy!" She scolded. "You're a perfect showpuppy, remember? You're Lassie!" And of course there was the obvious downside. The couple was finding it increasingly hard to canoodle now that they had that cone blocking any smooches or nuzzles between them. It was no secret that they were the affectionate type, so him accidentally selecting a costume that made it impossible to kiss was an automatic flop for her. At the very least, they still had their couple's movie night to look forward to. They just needed to pray Tink didn't wake up after they put her to bed. After all it may be traumatizing for a young girl to see a scary movie on Netflix. Or accidentally become eyewitnessing to the "Chill" part of the evening.

"Tink!" Jo called out as the young girl began to move too far away from them. The couple increased their pace, finally reaching an actual house with candy after several minutes of searching through the buildings and factories. She took one of Tink's hands, gently guiding her towards the door as the house was currently isolated by the kids. For better or worse, the owner clearly didn't give a hoot about Halloween spirit, with one measly banner hanging up in front of the house, and a bowl full of peppermint candies situated on the porch with a piece of paper taped above that spelled out "ONE PER KID". Along with Tink, Jo fished her own candy out of the bowl.

"Babe?" She questioned, a slightly mischievous grin spreading across her face. She held up the foil wrapped candy triumphantly. "Do you think fetuses can quality for the candy?," She joked, gesturing for Tink to follow her over. "Or is it cheating the rules of Halloween?" The couple stopped by the next house, this time chatting amongst themselves as Tink went up with the other kids.

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OCTOBER 31ST.

Auguste stared unthinkingly, icy blue meeting dark brown.

“Mmmmmmmm” He looked around, Ren was clearly distressed at his forgetfulness. “We come from there, so we go this way.”

A point towards the street about five yards away where people were partying through the streets and cars were driving by, and then he was being dragged in the complete opposite direction deeper into the back alleys of Joplin.

“… yes this way then” Auguste was nothing if not extremely amicable and placated with a mewling kitten atop his head. The little white thing preening at currently being the tallest thing in the room as it stared out into the dark alleyways.

“Kitty says that you’re very brave.”

Because when Auguste got plastered enough, he was fairly certain that he could speak to animals. He could not, but he did seem to have a natural affinity with creatures. So maybe there was something to his bullshit.

“I…. don’t think I’d punch a ghost. No. Well. Maybe. I used to punch a lot of things… Yeah I think I’d punch a ghost.” What a change. But hey, at least Auguste was being honest here.

“Where are we going now? Is this ghost hunting now? I could make a ghost friend. Ghost kitty? Yes, ghost kitties would be very cute. Are we searching for ghost kitties? These are fantastic ideas.”

These were not fantastic ideas, and the very plastered Auguste was not at all functioning on a proper level where he could assess the dangers of wandering through dark alleyways clearly drunk out of his mind with a very high out of his mind Ren. Maybe they’d get mugged. Maybe Ren was about to mug him.

But suspicion did not come naturally to an Auguste who currently had a kitten crawling around his shoulders.

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