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Summer had given up on this lost cause. Designated driver or not, she had been handed a beverage of an alcoholic consistency, and she wasn’t going to turn it down. If Leigh went off and ended up injuring himself (or worse), it wasn’t her responsibility. Not anymore, anyhow. He was Lauren’s liability now. She supposed she could either crash here tonight or schedule an Uber home. Then her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was Sam. Her heart raced as she opened his message. Come home with me 2nite!!! Mal blocked me AGAIN.

She read the text, then re-read it, not quite believing her eyes. Summer wasn’t one to help someone cheat, but it was Sam asking her to go home with him. And oh, how her heart ached for that to happen. She knew that she shouldn’t humor him with a response, but…Summer took a long swig from her dirty Shirley, letting the vodka go down smooth before her fingers could work their magic and justify a response. She decided not to address his blatant proposition, instead focusing on the second part of his message. I would never block you.

The conversation went on and on, it becoming evident that Sam was under the influence of something. He wanted to cheat on Mallory with her, but she wasn’t willing to do so. Eventually, they had come to a compromise - they would have a little chat in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Nothing more, nothing less. She wasn't going to give into Sam's boyish charm. Not while he had a girlfriend, at least. Summer had since finished her drink, tossing the cup in a garbage can before making her way through the elegant mansion, eventually finding the stairs again, where she had started the night. This time, though, instead of sitting down, she took them up to the second floor. She tried to open the first door, but it was locked. She heard sounds coming from the second door that weren't too innocent, so she ended up opening the third door, where she found it empty. Summer closed the door behind her as she entered the room, checking her phone for the time. If Sam wasn't here in the next five minutes, she was going home.






























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Leigh Fallon



“What’s a lap dance?” Leigh slurred sleepily, watching the party drift by in a colorful blur over Lauren’s shoulder as his friend carried him out of the kitchen. In his drowsy intoxicated state, Lauren’s obvious lies floated right over his head. Not once did it occur to him that the fictitious ‘VIP room’ wasn’t their actual destination. “Hey, shlow down… I didn’ shay goobye to Summer yed. Bye, Shummer!!” He attempted to wave goodbye to the exasperated sophomore, even though both hands were stuck holding onto his crutches so he wouldn’t drop them to the floor again.

Even though he had no idea where they were really going, he didn’t mind Lauren picking him up and walking away with him. Growing up with his disability, unable to run or climb or move quickly, Leigh had gotten used to being picked up and carried around by Carter and his friends whenever they needed to hurry him along. Being slung over Lauren’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes was a familiar feeling, safe. especially welcomed in the dizzy throes of the alcohol poisoning and the oncoming acid high.

Leigh still didn’t actually realize that he’d consumed acid just a few minutes ago. He hadn’t known what those temptingly colorful strawberry squares were; they were just lying around with all the rest of the food. How was he supposed to know? And unfortunately for the foolish freshman and everyone who felt responsible for him, no one had noticed what it was that he ate back in the kitchen.
It definitely wasn't a starter dose of LSD either, or intended for someone so small. No, this was going to have him tripping into a whole other dimension like there was no tomorrow once it really kicked in.

Sure enough, the beginning effects were slowly starting to creep into his brain, fraying at the edges of his already liquor-drowned consciousness. The lights shone brighter and seemed to flicker with an eerie halo, making the colors of everything around him glow like neon bioluminescent jellyfish. Green, purple, orange, yellow, blue, purple, yellow… he no longer quite remembered where they were. Who’s house was this again? How long had he been here? What happened? Everything felt so dreamlike and surreal that he found himself wondering if he was even still awake. His whole body felt warm, light… almost like he was floating away, not fully there.
All he really remembered about the last few minutes was that Lauren had told him they were going to the VIP room. He still hadn’t clued in that Lauren had made the place up.

“Laury?” He asked impatiently, tapping at his friend's back with his crutch as they held him, “...Are we there yet? I feel kinda funny. Also, you’re very cool today. Jusht… just wanned you to know.”






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content now that everyone's out of the room lol / getting prettttyyy tipsy


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the regulars knowing the recording studio was the alleged “drug room” meant that kids, who were already fucked off as it is, were lingering in the space a little longer than jack was comfortable with. he couldn’t complain could he? on a night like this when he practically prayed to sell out as much as he could–but jack would find a way to gripe without fail.

it was all the same shit, but incredibly annoying now that jack was technically “sober”. the roaring energy of people going on and on about absolutely nothing--instagram followers, hookup rumors and other random things that made ears bleed. not that him and his own friends talked about anything more intelligible, but something about hearing typical seattle kids howling about their dumb shit was somehow different. how the fuck did he tolerate being around so many of these personalities practically all of last year? at the hands of choice drugs of course. aka: the only way.

though instead, he was spending the night painstakingly sober and anxious; sporting the displeased look of a wet cat–whether jack fully realized it or not. though he was relieved to somehow still have so many customers–and admittedly, a lot of new faces he was supposed to have remembered from the year prior, but couldn’t even put a finger on.

on his roster that night was the usual minus a couple key items. xanax and coke–the best sellers. molly, ecstasy, acid and ketamine–also doing considerably well. the big ticket item that was opiates would inevitably be brought up and the fact was he didn’t have any. aside from literally taking every single one he had as soon as he picked up off cam–he was honest to god on his plan of never picking any up ever again. jack would just have to put up with the pleading and whining about it from every softcore junkie that came through that door.

per usual he really just wanted to focus on working on music all night; maybe hang out with a handful of specific people–if ANYTHING.

the overstimulation was starting to genuinely get on his nerves so naturally, he drank–crushing through the mike’s hard cans luke always kept in the studio’s mini fridge. as long as he stayed away from any opiates and xanax, the night would go fine. the thought of indulging in what literally sent him to rehab just a little over a month ago just made him sick. sick because in full truth it was all he thought about. sometimes it was easier to take his mind off it–hanging with his friends on a casual after-school day or skateboarding at beacon hill. easier was the wrong way to put it. the circumstance was better described as sufferable.

it was bad enough he was selling xanax still even though it was clearly one of two of his main abuse issues, but he just didn’t have enough to be selling and consuming at the same time. emily gave him a bit of an earful about it to which he justified, reminding her he wasn’t going to sell opiates anymore. he added something about learning steps to cope with being around substances in rehab–which was all bullshit, but at least it seemed to work a little on her; enough to keep the topic from being brought up again anyway.

either way–money was first. also staying "sober".

priorities, priorities, priorities.

in the current moment, surrounded by all the chatter and substances, he could practically feel himself itch from the discomfort. his eyes cased over at the muted visual of lords of chaos playing on the flat screen tv across from him–the other screen playing the office. both of which no one in the room was even watching.

drink, drink, drink...

jack looked down at his phone–a text from leon. he answered quickly to the inquiry on his whereabouts, jack’s eyebrow furrowed at the mention of thelma and the word “tripping”. wait, off what? thinking back to just a couple days before on the bus; before they parted ways he was sure he had just handed them a baggie of adderall capsules. thelma didn’t really strike him as the type to do psychedelics hardcore like that, but he guessed being blacked out for nearly six months things could’ve changed. i mean, exhibit a: wendy.

either way, it would be nice to see some friends.

cracking open another, he saw the familiar figures walk through the door. he took a sip–throwing two fingers up to signal his post in front of the mixing board. “sup.” he said to leon first, then a “hi thelma” before looking into their eyes–specificaly irises which seemed incredibly huge even standing a foot away.

he scratched the back of his neck, glancing away for a moment across the room that was now starting to gain more members–probably tailing behind at the sight of leon and thelma’s arrival. for some strange reason, he felt an instinct to do something about it. or at least a desire so great he couldn’t help it.

“fuck hold on,” jack slurred, taking a few steps over at the new people coming in, “if you’re not coping drugs can you leave?” he turned himself around–his face towards the group of people taking up the entire couch space, “i’m not trying to be a dick, but there’s like fifty other fucking rooms in this house…”

somehow it worked. kids were shuffling out with some muttering, continuing their party elsewhere. uncharacteristic from jack, but alcohol did the trick to make you say the things you really think when you’re sober.

“sorry,” he said, sitting back down in the swivel chair and taking a long gulp of his can. “well, now you guys can sit somewhere.”







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Anxiety plus sleep deprivation made this. If you see a mistake, pretend you didn't cause this post aint getting reread cause it's that bad imo.​
Fri, January 19, 2018
And perfect boys with their perfect lives, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy!
CW: Jokes about Kids (Leigh) learning the birds and the bees.
Lauren was relieved to see Summer take a step back. It didn't feel right for them to tell her upfront her presence was a hindrance to the already looked after baby chick. They were sure she'd question anything they did, as if Lauren didn't know how to handle Leigh on their own. In honesty, Lauren didn't trust people to take care of Leigh, hell, they barely trusted Carter to. The kid would gabber on and on about whatever situational issue he was in the moment but as Lauren hauled the puny boy through the flashing lights of the party, the boy had gone quiet.

At first, the booming bass hid the quiet while Lauren pushed their way up the staircase. The flood of people coming down against him was... concerning. There were only two reasons why anyone would go upstairs during one of Luka's parties, sex and drugs. Did Lauren partake in either? Never would be a lie but it was close when it came to "school" adjacent events. Anonymity was the one thing Lauren preferred in his personal life, putting arbitrary limits like "I can't sleep with anyone at school" made things challenging, even if Ava slithered her way into their bed every full moon.

"Hold on." Lauren huffed in his response to the mumbling Leigh when they reached the top of the stairs after crowd current flowed against them. Even with the door shut, Lauren paid no mind to Jack's privacy in that moment. At most, there was a drug deal in the works. They didn't want to chance Leigh seeing a sex scene before the age of 13 so Jack was the best option.

It was becoming obvious how irritated Lauren was about the kid. They'd blame the bad start with the crab rangoons while they flung Leigh onto the couch before ripping the crutches out of his hands and throwing them onto the floor. Words were supposed to come out their mouth, maybe a lecture about responsibility or telling him he's banned from parties forever, but the abyss in Leigh's eyes stopped Lauren. No thoughts for miles in this one. "Fuck me..." They groaned in anguish about the actual situation, easily taking the kid over their shoulder once again.

Lauren barely noticed the two other people in the room as they reached into the desk drawer. Luke's keys. The brightest idea came over Lauren while he petted Jack's head as a sorry for the interruption. The less words the better with Jack as Lauren slammed the door shut behind him.

Quickness was Lauren's specialty. The jingling of the keys came unnoticed as Lauren sidestepped away from another vomiting party goer and making the abrupt turn into the hallway. Lauren knew this home like the back of their hand. The car already prompted for them by the time the garage access code was accepted.

No one was here to witness the complete lawn chair folding of Leigh Fallon into the spacious back of Luka's lamborghini. Lauren knew that trunk well as the best nap spot in plain sight but Leigh and his lack of self-awareness needed to be taught a lesson. "Time out. Lauren finally exposed his plans,"I'll come back for you- maybe."

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Leigh Fallon



“LAUREN, YOU LIED TO ME! YOU LIED!!!!”

“LAURY!! HEY! LAURY, OPEN UP!! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE! LEMME OUT LEMME OUT LEMME OUT–”

“Laury…?”

But Lauren was gone.

Now it was just Leigh, the pitch-black darkness, the deafening silence, and the little purple fireflies that seemed to have infested the inside of the trunk.

Drunkenly muttering all the swear words he knew, Leigh furiously threw his fist at the door, but it didn’t budge. Kicking it was no use either; his legs were far too weak. He was trapped in the car. Besides, even if he could’ve managed to open the trunk from the inside and escape Lauren’s nefarious time-out, he had a bigger problem: Lauren had confiscated his crutches while they were upstairs in Jack’s drug den. Without them, all he could probably do was stagger a few steps from the garage before he’d fall down on the icy asphalt, unable to get back up by himself, and there he’d most likely get run over by some other drunk teenager’s car.

Leigh didn’t want to admit it, but he was dreadfully terrified of being alone. Maybe if he just waited a few minutes, Lauren would return… but he waited a few minutes, and then a few minutes more after that, and then an hour, and then an eternity, all before he realized he’d only been in the trunk for three minutes. He was losing track of time, or maybe time was losing track of Leigh. He couldn’t tell.

But just then, when he thought he’d lost all hope, something buzzed in the pocket of Leigh's green sweatpants.
While Lauren had the foresight to take Leigh’s crutches away, they’d forgotten to grab the boy’s phone. In a hurry, he switched it on, letting out a relieved laugh as the dim glow of the screen illuminated his vehicular prison cell.
This was perfect, the best stroke of luck he’d had all night. He wasn’t alone anymore: he had the entire world at his fingertips. He could find someone to rescue him from the car, and they could go back to the party and Leigh could grab another glass of wine to spill on Lauren's shoes for betraying him.

Instinctively, Leigh started dialing Carter’s number, aching to tell his older brother all about the miserable situation he was in: how he’d thrown up in the sink and spilled wine on Luke Tellegio’s carpet and been shoved in the trunk of a car, but suddenly he stopped dialing. His excited smile faded away– he couldn’t call Carter. Carter had a date.

God damn it, Bendy Wendy.

His heart sinking, he flipped back and dialed another number.
His mom.
It rang. He waited, and waited, and waited…
His mother did not pick up the phone.
He tried again. No response.

Leigh was used to his mom screening his calls. It usually meant that she was out with a client, or arguing with Carter, or in just a drug-induced stupor on the couch staring blankly at the TV as it played reruns of old sitcoms. Regardless, it was clear that she wasn’t going to make any time for her youngest son tonight.

So as not to cry, Leigh sent out a few barely coherent Tweets, took a few blurry photographs of nothing, and then dropped his phone to the floor of the trunk in frustration.

Trying not to panic was becoming increasingly difficult as Leigh tumbled further and further down the rabbit hole into Acid Wonderland. His stomach hurt and he felt like there were beetles in his hair, and the darkness was full of little tiny people staring at him and laughing at his misery. He could no longer tell if he was even awake anymore. Maybe this was all some stupid dream.

“Quack,” said the darkness.

There were no ducks in the car.






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nervous and easily-distracted

location
The Fallon trailer

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Carter Fallon






Carter had expected a lot worse than her actual reaction she saw what he had made. She finished his food a little later than his since she was cutting absolutely everything in half. He didn’t get it but decided not to say anything, there was enough tension in the air already and if she wanted to cut her meatballs into the proportions of Tinkerbell than good for her.

Her next move was giving the television three good wacks on the side of his favorite box before giving him the most unbelievable explanation. She had this television until Noel punched a Best Buy security guard? The second half didn’t surprise him as much as the first, Carter expected her to have a 16-inch television with no cables. Not this piece of crap they probably found in a dumpster. He was wondering where she lived or if she lived in a mansion — like he had thought — at all.

Wendy plopped back next to him and Carter now found comfort in the sweetness of her perfume. Feeling a bit more comfortable after she seemed to be a lot cooler than he thought and now had fixed his television as well. God bless this woman.

The Good Place showed on the screen and he wasn’t going to admit to Wendy he had already seen it five times and was the only show he watched with Leigh together. It held his best memories together with his little brother.
‘Uh yeah duh,’ he answered with a smirk, replying to her question. Not only had he seen the Good Place five times but his favorite show was Gilmore Girls. That was obviously a secret.

‘Do you?’ He said pointing to the TV, ‘I think we’ll be watching this all night,’ Carter gave her a smirk, secretly checking her out. Sure he told Chloe he wasn’t interested in Wendy Bendy as she called her but he guessed himself just way out of her league. Wendy Bendy was said only got Bendy if the person of choice was Prince Harry himself and Carter was far from.

‘You should,’ he hesitated for a moment, ‘show me your house sometime. I’m sure you got way more cool stuff than I do.’
Carter fidgeted in his hand with a cigarette and hold it up when he noticed himself looking nervous. ‘Want one? I normally don't smoke but I guess you fixing that old thing calls for a celebration.'








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jack soren ronnenfelt

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chill / some light reminiscing


location

luka's house party extravaganza


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as the two made their way to the couch, jack fumbled in his backpack for the aforementioned drugs leon had requested–and then some. extra cocaine and xanax to be exact. and before you ask, the cocaine was for them to share and the extra xanax was solely leon’s–a gift to a friend. pouring out a patch of white onto a metal tray tucked in the right side drawer, he placed the razor by the mound and inspected the tiny bag of white alprazolams to make sure he wasn’t drunk enough to skimp him. before he could put the bag down, a familiar face hastened into the room out of nowhere–reaching into the same drawer jack had just shut closed and stealing luke’s keys. he’d barely even realized over the music that anything was thrown anywhere–boy or crutches.

jack looked up at laury, their eyes meeting for a second–jack’s eye brows raised in question to laury’s hand placed upon his head. that was the only slight of interaction before his best friend swiftly shut the door behind him, boy in hand. jack didn’t have any sort of caveat with the act. whatever business laury had with luka’s lamborghini was probably justifiable.

he stood up, tray in his right hand and baggy in the left–placing both side by side on the table. “here’s the xans. and uh–some coke–” he shrugged, ”thought i’d offer some. it’s less depressing than doing it alone.” he admitted rather slackly, reaching for a dollar bill left on the table from the last inhabiting party. probably not the most prudent decision, but the only dollar bills in his wallet that weren’t absolutely ratty were the fifty’s or hundred’s and he was not about to roll up benjamin franklin to do coke with.

sitting across leon on the L-shaped leather--thelma in between, he lowered his head and took in a sizeable line. he gritted his teeth as it went and sniffled to make sure it all went where it was supposed to. holding the rolled paper out to leon, his eyes shifted again to thelma, “uhh.. you don’t have to if you don’t wanna..but it’s there i guess.” jack sat with his back slumped against the couch, changing the song playing over the speakers to something a little chiller than techno–for thelma’s sake and his own from listening to party bass for the last few hours straight.

“...so you see anything cool yet?” he asked them, his own eyes looking around the room trying to picture how it’d feel to be on acid at that moment. probably overwhelming. but probably fucking great too. he hadn’t done it alone in so long. mixing acid with copious amounts of xanax or percocet barely counted if he was blacked out nearly the entire time.

acid on it’s own was a whole other experience.

he remembered the first time he’d encountered the psychadelic. the summer before eighth grade–the tabs were given as a gift from teller as partial payment for cleaning up the cage once. jack’s mom was out of town and upon telling his closest friends, they hurried over–all as curious about it as he was. there wasn’t much time to research anything in full since emily and luka were hellbent on taking it as soon as possible.

as soon as they started feeling the effects, nothing could really keep them from walking out to the forest trail by beacon hill to wander for the majority of the entire trip. flashes of trees, lights, colors and pathways... hard to describe. stuff he’d never seen or felt or known just came to light in waves the entire night. jack had been to beacon's forest so many times in his childhood--but the forest was scarcely near how he had remembered it before.

he had even cried for a bit–about something he couldn’t really put a finger on right now. aside from that, it was all in all hilarious, dark, exhilirating and incomparable to any experience he'd ever had prior.

as the night dwindled down, and luka and emily had fallen asleep on his living room couch, the trip had reduced to intense discussion with his best friend. the first time they’d both expressed their desire to push music as much as they could.

and how sometimes it felt like it was all they really had.

in ways, that day was one of the best he’d ever had. and ever since then, it seemed that–ever so gradually–things had potential for looking up. they kind of did--in a way, he supposed.

jack swallowed hard, the drip near assaulting his throat and reached for the glass of liquor on the table for some relief. there was nothing but a single discouraging drop. to this, he grabbed the mike’s hard for a few chugs instead.

fuck when was the last time i had any water..



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absolutely HAMMERED

location
Luke's hot tub

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a sparkling halter top and a mini skirt with a little zebra bag






Riley Jones





Riley gave it her best shot, her new dyed hair was fried from getting it to this blonde and her skirt was way too fucking short as Penny had mentioned when she stole it from her closet. Riley couldn’t care less unless she got her way tonight and that way was with the one and only Lauren and she wouldn’t settle for less.

She had probably called Cam a thousand times before arriving at Luke’s house, she came all by herself with the intent of hanging out with her friends here. The group of girl friends and Cam were her only way out of the toxic environment she felt she was in with her mom and sister.
Cam didn’t pick up but Chloe had said she was already there, although Chloe definitely wasn’t her best friend out of all the girls in the Cutie club.
Not to mention the crab rangoons she made last minute, messing up the entire kitchen to make something she had not even heard of before tonight. It wasn’t because she was obsessed with Lauren, she just cared for him. Like a friend. Or Justin Timberlake.

Riley had come in the party, catching eye of some guys she had spoke with before but she only had one mission and only wanted one guy. She had to find Lauren, this had turned out in a pretty hopeless mission after she had searched around the house for an hour, either he was avoiding her or she needed some serious glasses. The glass in her hand had been filled that entire hour about six times so she was getting pretty tipsy and her mind was shattered with thoughts.

At some point she was sure she forgot what she was actually doing here, Riley grabbed on to the kitchen counter pushing some jocks out of her way. ‘Who the fuck ate the crab rangoons?’ She yelled out in shock after seeing what had happened to her precious kitchen dish for her one and only.
‘Who did it?’ She yelled again as some people turned away from her, what a fucking dickheads.

Riley grabbed a whiskey bottle from the counter with only still half left in it. ‘Whatever, I’m going in the fucking jacuzzi,’ she mumbled as she appeared to slur a little. Crying would be a terrible idea right now but tears were pricking in the back of her eyes as she thought about how disappointed Lauren was going to be. In the back of her mind she knew it was a dumb idea but right now it felt like she had reappeared in the spotlight and she wanted all the attention she could get.

Not long before the garden had a trail of Riley’s clothes leading to the luxurious hot tub, Riley didn’t look up from sitting in a hot tub as she came from a pretty wealthy family herself and so this was nothing special to her.
As she sat down in the water, not even noticing the other two people leaving the hot tub giving her strange looks, it took her four seconds before she started bawling her eyes out Penny won in everything, looks, boyfriends, school. There was nothing she wasn’t good at.
Riley had to work ten times harder for anything and it was absolutely killing her on the inside.

While mascara was running down her cheeks, she noticed Lauren walk outside. She couldn’t believe it, not now. She immediately stood up, wiped away her tears and stood up with the bottle of Jack in her right hand, she started waving dramatically with her left. ‘Laury, you have to join me!’ She put one leg out of the hot tub to get out but almost lost her balance and so slipped back in the hot tub. ‘I got your favorite,’ she slurred as she showed the bottle and hold the alcohol above her mouth while most of it fell in the hot tub she caught some trying to impress her ‘’Justin Timberlake’’.






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♫/evacuate the dancefloor - cascada/♫



mood

ok pretty tipsy at this point. if ur not partying u might have lost her.


location

luka's party (main room)


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ava’s arrival to the party was met with the usual paramount. the popular socialite would nearly be spinning around trying to acknowledge all of the greetings and “omg i haven’t seen you in so long”’s as the four girls made their way through the crowded entryway. a tipsied ava morrison paved the path towards the main room bar and ordered four cherry brandy fizzes for the girls and dispersed them on one of two of the marble counters nearby–not even noticing her best friends’ parting. “aw.. well i guess more for me..” she mewed, mixing the content with the tiny black straw. a split second over the exit would cause a twinge of suspicious but counteracting with the brandy, she’d shake off the feeling. ava was usually the last to place any judgement so harshly on anybody, but every since the two got together she couldn’t help but dislike it. for some reason. billy, to her, was domineering–brutish she’d even go as far to describe. sure, he’d been around the last year partying in similar friend circles but he wasn’t exactly the type of boy she’d envision dating–being a suitor for emily being an extension of that notion.

though it seemed tough to even want to give him the benefit of the doubt, the fact was: love was never perfect. not to say this relationship was love or anything of the sort, but it still counted for something.

..right?

she wanted to hope for the best. at least for her own best friend. seeing her cry over javadd and maintaining some sort of painful friendship with him was bad enough. emily deserved the best.

though ava wasn’t entirely sure ‘the best’ meant involving herself with billy trask as a rebound.

well she better not miss the whole party..

ava’s thoughts reframed at tori’s question and she raised her cup, “well, we drink up–first order of business. secondly.. i dunno. there’s like twenty rooms in this house–you got the ravers–bumping techno-edm type stuff, probably in jack’s little hideout upstairs, the artsy kids usually hit the gazebo room–that’s where you go when you want free pot, you never know what’s in that shit though…uhhhmm, usually most people stay in one of the two main rooms and dance, talk whatever. then there’s the heated pool and hot tub outside–” she pointed a finger through the glass doors, kids in bikinis and boxers lining the walls of the grandiose pool. “and that’s just like THREE spots i named. usually i just end up wandering through almost all of them by the end of the night” ava chuckled, then with her mouth agape she gasped.

“they’re playing CASCADA. OHMYGOD.”

beaming, she searched in both miyu and tori’s eyes for the same confidence in joining her on the dance floor. to their hesitatance–“oh c’mon pleaseee..” she pouted, “i wanna danceeee..at least for this one song i swear to god.” the promise of dancing for just one was a promise she very seldom kept.

without looking back, the girl shimmied her way through the crowd forming in the middle of the main room. ava threw her fur coat on the couch with dramatic effect and disappeared into the mass of dark shadows only illuminated by the overhead party lights occasionally brushing the tops of heads. the only remnant of ava was the screams of girls.

“AVAAAAAA”







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drunk and looking for trouble

location
The Hallway

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Sugarnaut Sugarnaut

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Oliver Tanaka Banks






Oliver had this mischievous smile all over his face, he knew what he came here to do and maybe he had already too much blow but he felt so confident and Luke’s house was so familiar. It was almost too easy.


Oliver walked in with the same confident he had on the way over there, he brought some friends or as he would call them ‘’groupies’’ and already greeted a few friends he used to be really close with. He only felt pride, he was in another successful band after Luke sabotaged him for his own pity career and maybe. . Shagging his girlfriend.

To find him wasn’t very difficult, Oliver still remembered his drugs cave and he wouldn’t refuse any free substances right now. He had been drinking all night and needed something to stay sharp. He needed to be on his A-game if he ever ran into Tellegio tonight.
Surely time felt like it passed a lot faster when he sat back in that orange obnoxious bean bag that was positioned in the corner of the room, he heard some rumors about Jack being back on drugs and though he would never say it out loud, it made Oliver feel good about himself. They were friends but at the same time they all chose *Luke's* side, it was un fucking fair and he wouldn't hesitate to sabotage the shit out of them if he had the opportunity. Yeah, maybe he did hold grudges after all.

After some time he had stumbled outside the room and lit up a cigarette in the middle of the hallway, he was going to make sure Luke’s parents were going to smell the nicotine at least until next week.
As he stumbled down the stairs, Oliver lightly bumped into an attractive blonde. The Gods were smiling down on him tonight, that’s for sure.

‘I’m so sorry, I guess I had a little too much to drink,’ he immediately spoke, lightly letting go off her arm from keeping her balanced from their crash.
‘Are you lost?’ He asked after inspecting her face, Oliver assumed she had nothing to do in the drugs cave as she looked like the type of person who wouldn’t even go near some baking soda.






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Summer was growing antsy. Her texting thread with Sam had proven to be unsuccessful. He wasn't going to sober up any time soon, and it had ended up in her blocking him. She felt as if she had been a little too harsh on him, but he honestly deserved it. With the way he had been texting her, it seemed as if he were willing and able to cheat on his girlfriend with her. And Summer had explicitly told him that she was not going to be the other woman in his relationship. He would have to make the decision to break up with Mallory on his own terms if he wanted another piece of the sweet Summer pie. Sam could be so immature sometimes, she swore. Why should she waste her night waiting for him if he wasn't even going to come? God, it seemed as if everyone at this damn party was having fun except her. Well, if Sam wanted to get drunk and sloppy, then so could she. Just watch her.

She shrugged off her thin jacket, tossing it to the side. She'd come back for it later if she managed to remember. If not, she had others hanging in her closet to replace it. She shuffled her top down to show more cleavage, too - what, can't a girl show off her assets without being judged? Summer then made her way down the hallway over to the staircase, determined to get some real alcohol in her system. She'd show Sam. She'd have the time of her life without him...or she'd probably end up sobbing in a bathtub. But Summer wasn't going to cave into that nagging feeling of loneliness. No, she was going to be the life of the party, with or without him. But on her way down to the kitchen, she brushed shoulders with an unfamiliar face...an extremely attractive unfamiliar face. He immediately went to apologize, but Summer waved him off. He didn't need to apologize to her, especially when he looked like that. Everyone at this party was so hot. What gives?

But then he asked her if she was lost. Did she really look that out of place? Sure, she wasn't into the drug scene, but she had taken part in her fair share of drunken escapades before. "No, my dear, I'm exactly where I need to be right now." Her voice was low and sultry as she kept her eyes firmly locked on his, alluding to more than just knowing her way around. "If you haven't already had too much to drink, how about you join me for another round?" Summer gave him a wink before she descended down the stairs, not even bothering to see if he was following quick on her heels. Either he'd join her for a drink or he wouldn't. It was totally up to him, though she was certain that he wouldn't turn down such an offer. Summer was feeling the fire within tonight. Would this handsome stranger be feeling it too?





























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drunk and looking for trouble

location
The Luke Party

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Sugarnaut Sugarnaut

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Sam Grants






Sam his white shirt was hanging unbuttoned over his chest, in his right hand a bottle of bubbles that was now made half empty personally by himself.
He swarmed through the crowds with a big grin on his face, on which you couldn’t tell he had just been in a huge argument with his girlfriend, Mallory.
Sam vaguely searched the crowd for Summer but was quickly distracted by some belly shots were his friends ‘’pressured’’ him into taking one from this blonde girl that was totally eyeing him before.
God, he was drunk.

He got pushed around a bit in the busy crowd and just now realized Brendan had been missing for some time, Sam was sure he had pulled a girl by now. Sam felt jealous, he didn’t want to be single but he also didn’t want to fight all the time. Mal was gorgeous and they had all the potential to be prom king and queen but they were complete opposites besides the great sex, of course.

Sam turned around from the belly shots and held the champagne up in the air as he paraded the crowd like a king. ‘This champagne cost more than your house, you know?’ Sam announced proudly as he purposely poured half on it on the ground just to show how little he cared.

Over the loud sounds of Cascada he noticed a brown haired girl after some quick eye contact and even though Sam knew damn well he shouldn’t, he approached the girl who was dancing and lip syncing every verse of the song.
Sam threw a quick hand through his blonde locks and reached his hand out to her while showing the bottle with his other hand. ‘You want some?’ He yelled over the loud music with the most charismatic smile that he could pull off without looking like an idiot.
‘I’m Sam. I think we go to school together.’

He held the champagne bottle up while the liquid not only dropped in his mouth but also in most parts of his hair, 'now you try it,' he said, handing her the bottle. His phone buzzing in his pocket, he hadn't been texting anybody, right?







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ok pretty tipsy at this point. if ur not partying u might have lost her.


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luka's party (main room)


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ava felt warm in the best of ways. she outstretched her arms, swaying with the beat blaring perfectly over the speakers–feeling the bliss that came with being in the middle of a crowd of people with the same mindset as she: dancing and not giving two fucks about it. she’d lost her fur coat along the way, probably on the couch somewhere–best case scenario. either way she was careless. it felt good to let go the way she always did, grateful for every time she could.

like small flares, she’d occasionally make eyes with a boy in the colorful darkness–his figure moving closer then disappearing within in the crowd every now and then. in her drunkenness, she couldn’t really tell who it was but it was always fun to share some flirting from across the room–no matter who it was. something about that blip of quiet intimacy was exhilarating, something she’d admit to doing quite often.

however, as the boy grew closer she’d realize exactly who it was. unfortunately--sam grants. ava looked away, choosing to focus on dancing for a bit longer before their inevitable interaction–though slightly fake as her mind entertained with why he’d think to choose her out of the crowd of girls to speak to. it made sense to an extent…except for the fact that her former childhood friend turned hallway scorn had been his girlfriend for the past however long. she shrugged her thoughts off at the sound of his voice–slightly annoying given the circumstance, yet alluring because well.. it was sam.

she turned her face towards him, looking up through her dark layer of mascara–a grin already forming upon her face at his messy debut. with a shake of her head she responded with a tease, “sam, sam… doesn’t ring a bell.”--grabbing the bottle and taking a good sip, “rosé.. i like.”

“sooo did you barely just come to dance or something? i was actually just about to leave. there’s this room i wanted to go to..” she trailed as a dark-haired girl lightly pulled at her arm, stopping as the she realized who was standing in front of ava.

“oh, are you coming to the bubble room too?” audrey questioned, “oh god, don’t tell me you’re bringing mallory–JK she’d never..too messy for her i think. anyyyyyywayyy i’m leaving. see you.” with that, the girl kissed ava on the cheek and waltzed passed the crowd in the opposite direction down the hallway.

ava watched her go for a moment, then turned back towards sam–handing him back his bottle. “she’s cute, goes to prep apparently.”

“if you wannnna i’ll be in there. you might need to lose a couple things though.” she said, lightly pulling on his collar with a giggle, “--rules ya know?”

perhaps it was rocky to even be in each other's vicinity, but sam knew that. it’d been over a year her and mallory were kept on bad terms. the act of even speaking to him could set her off like a rocket and surprisingly enough, the two had never brushed paths prior. admittedly, it drew ava to be more intrigued than ever. she was never the type to cause drama intentionally, though somehow it'd happen every now and then. though partying with him even in her drunken state would be no accident. it's the price she paid for being so 'free'.

there’s no harm done yet though is there? just a bit of fun~









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mood

chill / some light reminiscing


location

upstairs to the left


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a couple lines in and some drinks poured, jack and leon were on typical pace–showing each other music on the flat screen and discussing about it. jack sometimes overlooked how easy it was to chill around leon. they hung out a considerable amount before his admittance, but he couldn’t really tell how close they were besides the drug binges and alternative interests. either way, jack liked him. having a good friendship not as deep as his with laury or luke was nice.

“you should come over next week, we can actually make music this time.” jack said, typing in the next song on queue to show his friends. the last phrase was all too familiar, but whenever leon did come over they’d usually just get so fucked up everything they made was nearly unsalvagable–something they laughed about following his remark.

as the next song played, he barely registered the knock on the door barely audible by the surrounding sound. jack thought it was funny someone would actually knock. how polite… since everyone usually barges without a second of warning.

jack tossed the remote on the leather and headed towards the door, preparing to face whatever drunk high schooler he’d have to verablize kicking out soon after they’re transaction. opening the door, his eyebrows raised–”oh shit. ayden, what’s good.” he reached his hand out, dapping him up as ritual greeting goes. “i haven’t seen you in a minute–” right behind his fellow skater, a familiar face he really hadn’t seen in awhile–or at least didn’t remember seeing over the last few months. beth howard. “oh hi.” he quieted, stepping aside to let them in and closing the door behind.

he wasn’t exactly surprised to see the two together, they were at beacon hill as much as he was–though arriving separate. jack didn’t really care all that much, but a hazy memory did cross his brain. beth was his first (sort of) girlfriend, his first kiss–a two week trial ending in her breaking it off and wanting to remain friends. at first it pretty much sucked ass, but as the years went by they got back to a decently standing friendship. she was one of the best skateboarders in their age group–being a girl in seattle, a hub for the culture, that was pretty hard to accomplish. jack respected her a good bit for it too.

as for ayden, the last time he saw him they were taking turns skating down the biggest hill in all of seattle. which was actually awful, but funny as hell. he still had the elbow scar from clipping a crack in the road near the end. jack wondered if ayden retained any injuries from that afternoon.

before his mind could tangent any further, he watched beth and ayden interact with leon–then acknowledging thelma.

well, maybe it kinda made sense.

ayden and beth huh.. a part of him thought it was funny in a good way, but he’d acknowledge his assumptions could just be attributed to the liquor.

jack let the two take his seat on the couch by thelma and leon, sitting himself down on the swivel chair he pulled closer to the group, “by the way i have everything, but percs and lean. you can scope the bag.” he threw out, taking the pack of american spirits from his backpack to place on the coffee table and leaving the zipper open so they could see. normally he'd never do this in front of anybody, but it was ayden and beth so there wasn't apprehension for the average potential thievery.

jack then took a cigarette out of the pack and placed it in his teeth, only taking it out for a moment to ask leon if he wanted to hit the balcony for a smoke. the balcony’s glass doors being directly adjacent to the couch meant they wouldn’t really be going anywhere at all, merely just opening the door and standing room-side for warmth but leon would know what he meant.

jack stepped behind beth and ayden on the couch to slide the door open, feeling the cool air come in as well as the noise from the pool party below, and lit his up. he peered over a bit, catching a glimpse of his best friend turning to face what looked like a really drunk and barely dressed riley jones. the sight suppressed a brief, but amused look out of him before returning the attention back towards his friends.

“hey ayden, you trying to skate beacon tomorrow?”



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The immediate muffled screams of Leigh hit Lauren's heartstrings. They felt the worse about it all but Laury was mostly scared. When did Leigh get the chance to even obtain drugs under Lauren's supervision? Thank the gods Lauren didn't have a real sibling. They'd probably be dead, like Leigh if he wasn't stuck in Luka's car.


By the time Lauren closed the garage door, all tension seemed to subside as he chucked the lamborghini's keys in the drawer where it's second home resided. The problem was solved. No more worrying about his pseudo-little brother as he accepted two shots from a waiter making his rounds. "Luka would hire waiters for a house party " Lauren thought to themselves as they gave into a third shot with the quarterback. They were never good with peer pressure and it didn't help they were a people pleaser when wanting to de-stress. The crowd around them cheered as it seemed like most of them noticed the way he was too sober, making Lauren wipe away all plans to be the responsible one. Future Lauren can worry about the consequences of tonight's action - Future Lauren was fairly good at cleaning up those messes anyways.


"Laury bear, Riley Jones is looking for you." A girl Lauren couldn't place a name to teased. Her brown french bob and average face didn't stand out Lauren continued to look at her as she talked. Most people read this as him listening to them. She took the opportunity to take the shot glasses out of his hands to signal herself as a good girl before continuing, "She's so desperate for you in that hot tub." The girl on girl cattiness was clear with the liquor still settling in. If this conversation was about anyone else, Lauren wouldn't mind whisking this one away for the night, but Riley Jones was a sweet girl, even when she was so thirsty over them in their dms and on main.


"Thanks, Beck. I'll go check on her. You're a good friend." Lauren's response was not to her liking but she smiled through it because at least he guessed remembered her name, letting her preferred BNO member shift through the crowd to some other girl. Laury was sure there was at least three hundred people here now as he followed the ever going current through the living room to the back patio. In anticipation for the inevitable plan Riley had for him, they took the time to take off their suit jacket he wore in solidarity to Gabriel.

Her sloppy voice was clear as day to them as they laid the jacket on a outdoor chair, knowing very well the thing will be trampled on the floor by morning. "Hi Ry." They only replied to her with sweetness when they were closest to her, getting a good look at the puffy red eyes and black steaks of black mascara. She definitely had bad timing to try to seduce Lauren with the failed whiskey chug. He snatched it from her hands in fear of her dropping the glass bottle on her face. Definitely not because they've done it themselves before. "Don't tell me I'm gonna have to cap you for the night too." They hoped their laugh translated properly to her as a joke, placing the bottle aside and now unbuttoned the crimson button down he had layered over a plain black t-shirt. As parental and kind Lauren was tonight, he tried his best not too look annoying, foreseeing this theme of helping the downtrodden tonight, using the outer layer of his outfit to wipe away the rest of the crusties of her mascara, "Next time use waterproof mascara so it doesn't ruin your pretty face okay?"





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Content Warning: Character under the influence, Spiked drinks, Lots of nothing but fairies and whimsical love.

The fairies were talking to Chloe for the last hour, maybe it was more or less, but whoever spiked the punch bowl would be getting a kiss on the full mouth from her when she found out who. She sat in a corner couch with people older than her... flying or doing the worm... or swimming in the floor. By the time they offered her "some" she was already lost in the lavender haze of whatever she just consumed. Reality only felt parallel after her phone vibrated. A dude too close and too old for her woke her up from her fantasy to register the cry for help from Leigh.


Chloe stood up so abruptly, she spilled ooze and powders from their coffee table, registering the groans as applause for her decision to cross the unknown for her friend, galavanting off in haste. "Faewild beings, mischievous sort, guide me to my twinkling star, he can't be too far." She chanted with her fairy friends as she tried to remember where her car was in the packed driveway. There were too many metal cages in the graveyard with interesting knick knacks for her friends to be easily distracted, leaving her on her own to find Leigh. "Where... where... where..." She sounded as crazy as she looked, pressing her face into cold and steamy windows before knocking kindly onto trunks. Sometimes she couldn't tell which one was the front or back, and who pulls into a driveway backwards?

This was why Chloe preferred the use of... recreational activities in the comfort of her room. At least this time, she was having fun. Hide and seek with Leigh Fallon and the fairies would be an experience Chloe would forget as she continued shouting throw rows of cars. "If they'd help just a little, Leigh would be found by now." Chloe whined as she started to believe Leigh was lost forever. He walked into the forest of elves and found the cloaked darkness of night and she couldn't save him. That was when she saw the beaming light of home. Salvation, is that you? It was clearly the overhead chandelier of the multi-car garage. With new found determination, Chloe clung to the walls for the nearest door, making sure her fae friends didn't entice her with their tricks.

"Lele?!?" She cried when she finally managed to open the heavy door inside. This car was shinier than those outside. Pretty, too. All things fairies loved the most as the ones that still followed her were now dancing in circles to transport the machine to their realm. "NOT YET! I NEED TO MAKE SURE MY FRIENDS IN THERE!! LEIGHHHH LEIGHHH ARE YOU ALIVEEEE MY TWINKLE TOES!!"





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Several more attempted calls to Leigh's mother went unanswered, and the young freshman was getting frantic. The silence of the car was now drowned out in a cacophony of unbearable screeching and scratching and quacking, as if a hundred ducks were trying to tear their way into the trunk with their saw-toothed beaks. Leigh wasn't even in a state to remember that ducks didn't have teeth, let alone that there definitely weren't any malicious ducks running around in Luke Tellegio's garage.

He had to call Carter. Date or not, this was an emergency. A big emergency.
Carter didn't pick up the phone, though... Penny Jones did. In his haste to call for his brother's aid, Leigh had fumbled through his contacts and hit the wrong number by accident.

"Leigh, Leigh are you okay? You rang me, not Carter!"

But Leigh wasn't sure if he was okay. He didn't even really remember where he was anymore, or why. All he knew was that it was dark, and freezing cold, and unbearably itchy, and the ducks were going to descend on him at any moment, and everything suddenly smelled like toothpaste. Already, memories of the party were melting into a nonsensical blur of disconnected events, scribbled over by the surge of acid in his brain-- the bus ride over, drinking, the wine spilling onto the carpet, throwing up in the sink... or did he spill wine in the sink and throw up on the carpet? Why was he in the dark? Where was Lauren? While he stammered and hyperventilated, trying to explain his predicament to Penny, she stayed calm, trying to pick whatever bits of sense she could out of Leigh's insane babbling before finally surrendering to calling Lauren about the situation instead, the only person that Leigh had managed to implicate in his words.

Penny's voice fizzled out, and the silence turned back into bubbling murmurs of imaginary nonsense and phantom quacking.

His phone kept him occupied and distracted for a little while after the call ended, his clumsy fingers typing out more illiterate and nonsensical messages to his public social media accounts, but if no one came to get him out of the car soon, there was going to be an even bigger emergency.

...See, Lauren probably should've taken him to the bathroom before locking him in the car.

He did drink a lot, after all.
Uh oh.

Within a few minutes, he was reduced to anxious fidgeting and squirming around in the car, needing to change positions every fraction of a second just to keep his mind away from liquidy thoughts. If he knew that it was Luke's car he was in right now, he probably would've been even more panicked about this new little problem. After all, he'd already ruined one of his expensive possessions with a spill. Luke was definitely going to crack Leigh's poor little skull with his own crutches before sunrise.

The ducks were quiet now, though there was something sinister about the silence, he thought... what were they planning? He didn't trust those ducks, and the purple fireflies were up to no good either. Even his phone was probably trying to bite him if it could learn how to open the mouth that it definitely had. No one was coming, no one was coming...

But then, as though guided there by benevolent magical forces, he heard the garage door creak open and this time he was sure it wasn't the ducks. Their stupid wings couldn't open doors.

"NOT YET! I NEED TO MAKE SURE MY FRIENDS IN THERE!! LEIGHHHH LEIGHHH ARE YOU ALIVEEEE MY TWINKLE TOES!!"

Who was she talking to?? It didn't matter. Someone was HERE.

"CHLOE!!" It was a miracle that he was able to recognize her voice at all, given how absolutely out of his mind on substances he was. His own voice, muffled inside of the trunk, sounded hoarse and out of breath already from the effort. "I'M IN HERE!!!!! HEY! THIS ONE!! QUICK, BEFORE... BEFORE THE DUCKS GET IN--"







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The chilling cries of the lost?! Was Leigh in the contraption this whole time? What monster would trap a bright starling like Leigh Fallon? Chloe screamed as she looked inside the tinted window. "Lele! The fairies! They're trying to take you to their realm." The first sober thing she'd done in the last hour was attempting to open the car door, lucky duck! The great evil mastermind who captured Leigh didn't have the foresight to lock the machine! She slipped in, not noticing the trash inside as she adjusted the driver's seat to her comfort, even changing up the near view window to look at her completely dazed eyes. Beeps and boops, this was fun as the fairies told her how to work every prndl and button, leaving every default in the worst options for the car's owner next time they were around. Imagine driving this baby down Interstate 1! That's a lot of zooms.

"Zoooom..." She whispered as if someone else could here, giggling at the rainbow road adventure she was taking herself in. Then she remembered again, frantically clicking every button until she her the click of the latch. She didn't bother to reset the seat, squeeezing out of the escape pod and not noticing the cup of miscellaneous trash that fell all over the front front. Ash, trash, and odd bits and trinkets for the fairies to dance around it. "Leigh, the fairies... and ducks, they've formed an alliance against us!" She screamed at the trunk like she did to every other car in the driveway, slamming her hand and accidentally closing the trunk once more. Chloe kept her frantic state with her feeling for a button somewhere to reopen the car. In her confusion, she accidentally started the automated detection that propped the entire trunk open, revealing her bestiest of best friends.

"JOYACE DAYS, TWINKLE SPARKLES!" She hugged him without a second thought, it felt like a decade of a journey to find him when in real time- it was maybe an hour of her screaming all on her own. He looked perfectly fine, untouched, and perfect. Just like her.





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"Leigh, the fairies... and ducks, they've formed an alliance against us!"

“AN ALLIANCE?! But– but CHLOE, ducks don’t even have… uh… fairies don’t quack!!!”

Between Chloe’s intoxicated fantastical eccentrism and Leigh’s technicolor nightmare acid trip, the two of them were creating a nonsense world to rival the likes of Wonderland as they shouted to each other through the closed door of the trunk.

The glow of the car’s headlights flashing on cut through the blackness. Leigh, curled up and cradling himself to stay warm, looked up in awe as the trunk of Luke’s car creaked to life like magic and slowly opened its steely jaws to set Leigh free into the blinding white light, a blast of cold fresh winter air, and– but then it slammed shut again, snapping Leigh up like a shark swallowing a poor little fish.
The car was going to eat him.

What had actually happened was that poor drunk Chloe had opened the trunk and then accidentally undid her work with a slap of her hand.

“AAAHH!!!” Leigh screamed in a panic as the trunk closed on him, Lauren’s face flashing into his peripheral vision as the light disappeared. They shook their head at him in disapproval before melting into the mess of murky colors that had bled all over the inside of the trunk. "Laury, no!! Come back, I'm sorry!!" But just when he thought he was doomed to be digested in the dark tomb of the trunk, it opened once more to the overjoyed cries of Chloe McQueen. She pulled him into a hug that broke him out of his miserable fetal position and brought him into the warm arms of a friend.

The spell was broken. Leigh was freed from Lauren’s time-out.
Never mind why Lauren had put him in time-out in the first place… their attempt to keep the freshman safe had been thwarted by yet another intoxicated kid.

“CHLOE!!! CHLOEChloechloechloe–” Leigh cried out breathlessly, ecstatically throwing his arms around her, half to return the embrace of relief that she gave him and half to keep himself from falling out of the open trunk. Sitting up after lying in the trunk for so long had caused a surge of dizziness and drug-induced nausea to overtake his fragile frame, leaving him slumped over Chloe’s slender shoulders, his breath catching in between bouts of laughter and carsick hiccoughs. “YOU DID IT!! YOU –oh… ow, yuck, ouch, uh– YOU DID IT!!”

In all his delight and overexcitement at being released from the car, a rush of euphoria overtook him that seemed to eat up all the distress and discomfort of the alcohol and LSD poisoning, making him almost forget the state he was in. He’d forgotten needing to pee, which probably wasn’t a good thing, but at least it let him enjoy this little moment of celebration.
As his foggy unfocused blue eyes adjusted to the light in the garage, blinking slowly, he noticed that there were no evil fairies or sabertoothed ducks to be seen. The lamplight wavered insidiously, flickering with ominous shifts in color, but the dizzy spots in Leigh’s vision made it too difficult to tell if anything dangerous was lurking in the chilly midnight shadows of the garage. Chloe’s eyes and skin seemed to catch the light and change color with it, giving her a magical sort of aura that perfectly aligned with her energies. She’d defeated the ducks, the fairies, the fireflies, and even the villainous car. What a hero.

“We gotta get out of here.” He said determinedly through his inebriated slurring. They had to make their escape before the ducks found out that he was free from the car. He gave his friend a lopsided grin, gently patting her back to end the hug as he scooted backward out of her arms and rolled sideways out of the trunk, trying to brace himself against the trunk door and find his balance on his unsteady pigeon-toed feet… predictably, he had already tumbled back into Chloe’s arms before he even realized that he had fallen, knocking them both onto the concrete floor of the garage.

He wasn’t going to get very far without his crutches, but they had vanished into thin air. He didn’t even remember Lauren confiscating them while they were upstairs in the drug room– had the car eaten them?! “Oh no–” He gasped, turning white and grabbing his friend’s shoulders to look back into the trunk to see if they’d magically reappeared in there: they hadn’t, obviously. They were gone, just like his last delicate brain cells.
“Not again!!”

They were trapped, defenseless. Sitting ducks.







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it was no surprise the newly arrived exchange student was having quite the glorious first party in america. half past one o’clock and he’d already found a way to acquaint himself in nearly every room of the large magnolia mansion. eino was having a great time, taking shot after shot–barely phasing the danish-born drinker. in speculation among one of the drinks he’d consumed that night, something else had traversed his senses unlike any night-drinking ever had before. he was tripping. eino had tripped on shrooms back in copenhagen, but this was something different. wayyyy different.

and boy, was it fucking awesome. ever since he realized the drug starting to take effect, he’d been hearing a pleasant ringing in his ears. it sounded like daft punk, but he wasn’t sure. whatever he was drugged with felt amazing anyhow and there were much worse things to be heard on drugs than party anthems. on the walls, he saw stars. and accompanying the electronic funk music in his eardrums, a voice cohercing him to follow the milky way…. down.. down… now–through the door… AMERICAN DRUGS ARE.. WOW–

joint in hand he’d accidentally stolen from the bodega room whilst not registering the shouts from the stumbling hippie kids, he had finally arrived. the room he’d stumbled upon looked more like a basketball court in size.. at least from his current view. and extremely pink.. for some reason.

eino squinted, taking a puff from the joint before finally catching glimpse of the last star disappearing like waves over a sandy shore. except the wave was a pair of kids falling from the trunk of a car and the sandy shore was a concrete floor.

“wohhhhoo what is goin’ on here? i caught you red handed!!!” the blonde boy hopped dramatically from the entry steps and walked closer to the two figures still on the floor. “i’m just kidding ahaha..”

putting a knee down, he draped his elbow over and examined the two–still squinting. “oh man… you guys look a little stressed. here, here hit this–her–yeaaaah nice yes?”--pressing the joint to the boy’s lips then nodding at the redhead with a grin as he bobbed his head to the imaginary beat still ringing in his head. making eye contact with the girl, eino looked closer–getting as close as he could without realization their noses were centimeters from brushing. in her icy blue eyes was an even more distracting sight–a huge dark void of black seeming to grow and grow the longer he gazed into them. like some sort of rabbit hole he couldn't escape; any longer and he felt he could have fallen straight through.

“woah…you–you’re on the drugs.” he tore away from her, meeting eyes with the boy, “YOU’RE ON THE DRUGS. WE ON THE DRUGS MAN!!”

eino felt his ankle weaken and stumbled back, catching himself with one hand and laughing. everything around him was blend of colors he couldn’t remember if he’d even seen before. “holy shit man!! why is it so pink in here!!!!”

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Ayden Thompson

Ayden had learnt from a very young age to know when to knock when a door is closed. Over the years, there has been a variety of different people that would play some sort of character in the ongoing thriller trilogy of childhood trauma. Whether it was at parties, walking in on the closest jock getting his prostate examined by another person’s penis for the very first time, or finding a group of junkies so high off their heads that they would attempt to rip his skin off with their dirt-encrusted nails. Or at home, where he unknowingly walked in on his mother having a jolly good time with her new boyfriend or found himself walking in on his Uncle watching peculiar videos with his hands down his pants. He had learnt that barging into any room with a closed door brought no good to anyone.

As the door crept open, Ayden’s eyes trailed upwards to meet his friend’s gaze. Their greeting ritual on display as they greeted one another in such a primitive, heterosexual way. Before he could manage to utter any words for their exchange of greetings, Ayden knew that the attention was no longer on him but rather on the girl that was standing behind him, hand in hand. As Jack mustered up an ‘oh, hi’ towards Beth, stepping aside to allow them to move into the room, Ayden maneuvered his arm forward to allow Beth to enter first. Once she had made her way in, and she was far enough away from him, he allowed his fingers to slowly loosen their grip before they fell from hers completely.

Making his own way inside, Ayden followed Beth towards the couch, casting his eyes towards the other people who were in the room with them. He had always been a man of little words; well, to people that didn’t exist inside his personal bubble. Once you were in that bubble, half of the time you wished you weren’t so you didn’t have to listen to half that crap that fell from his lips. Despite the harsh, vile words that came from him, Ayden was still noted with a low, serious tone, rarely raising his voice or speaking at the same level as others. And so, as he looked towards Leon and Thelma, he felt his personal bubble tighten once again instead of inflating. Instead of verbalising a greeting like Beth had so kindly done, Ayden simply gave them a head nod to acknowledge their presence.

As he took a seat next to Beth, he relaxed right into it, leaning back in a slouch with his legs in a typical man-spread maneuver, his knee pressing into Beth’s as they sat. Just as he relaxed into the couch, Jack motioned towards the unzipped bag filled with such delights. He had been hoping that Beth would be the one to decide what their buzz for tonight would be fueled for, considering he was so relaxed where he was currently. However, the girl turned to him with an innocent expression as she leaned back into her seat, causing Ayden to narrow his eyes and brows, and crunched his nose as if to say you’re not fooling me - you are far from innocent.

“Fine,” he exhaled softly, allowing her and her alone into his bubble to talk, before nudging his shoulder into hers as they sat side by side. “But if I pick something, you can’t be a pussy and back out. Pinky swear on it” He raised his hand with his pinky extended, and before Beth could even back out of it, he raced in to hook her pinky in his own. “Perfect” he sighed before slowly pulling himself, placing a hand upon her knee as an anchor point and then resting it there as he leant over for the bag.

It must’ve been the weed and shots running through his system, but as he resumed back into his slouched, relaxed position on the couch, he didn’t even both to move as his shoulder rested against Beth’s. Despite living a childhood full of traumatic experiences, Ayden’s love language was surprisingly still physical touch. And when he was drunk or high - or both - he was known to get quite touchy with the poor people around him. Like mentioned before; it was a miracle he hadn’t contracted an STD before.

Poking his gaze into the unzipped bag, a hand wandered in and began to rummage through the various substances. He felt like a kid in a candy shop but rather… an adult in a drug store. As Jack asked him about skating tomorrow, Ayden’s eyes didn’t leave the bag as he searched for a weapon of choice. “Depends” he mused for a second or two before speaking once more “All depends on how fucked up I get tonight going through the three D motto” His eyes finally tore their gaze away from the bag to meet Jack’s gaze. “You know… drunk, drugged, dick wet”

Bringing his attention back to the bag, Ayden finally found what he had been on the hunt for. His eyes lit up ever so slightly as he reached in and pulled out a small bag of crushed white powder. “You don’t break pinky promises, do you?” Ayden questioned Beth, turning to her with a smirk and an upturned brow before looking over at Jack once more “How much for a bag of snow?” he asked, raising the bag up a little more, shaking it to make it dance in the air as he pinched the top of it.






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Wendy tried to be comfortable with Carter, only for him to continue with his foot in his mouth. God, does everyone talk through tv shows these days? She shifted herself lower into the couch from the drowning sounds of his voice as she watched the static filled show. Maybe Carter has also seen this episode already? Uhg, she slumped even more as she tried to listen to the episode instead of his dumb questions. He would be cuter if he didn’t talk, but that’s how Wendy felt about all boys. They should be seen and not heard.

His suggestion of seeing her house perked up her ears. The only sign of her initial reaction was the smallest huff from her nose as she stayed glue on the screen. She wanted to muster out the best bits of bitch mode she could gather inside her, “My dad is a serial killer running from the Irish mafia… and the UK authorities. You’re not allowed in my house- ever.”

“What a crap shoot of an excuse. He’s not gonna buy that.” she thought to herself. She couldn’t imagine showing anyone from school how she really lived. It was a shabby hole-in-the-wall apartment with loose cigarette ash that seemed to regenerate whenever she sweeped. The cockroaches that scattered enjoyed the loose cigarette butts that piled high and the smoke was starting to peel the Dollar Tree wallpaper in her own room. The linoleum counters were starting to show yellowing and wear and she was sure the Sheery household wasn’t getting their deposit back. Wendy would guess her small family wasn’t a step closer to a trailer park like Carter Fallon but instead one of the many homeless in the Seattle population. In honesty, Wendy was already selling things she’s obtained to get through the month. She couldn’t imagine what Noey was doing to keep the shit apartment…

Even with the pending panic of finances, Wendy accepted the cigarette Carter offered. She grabbed the lighter from the wonky tray Carter used for dinner, lighting her own cigarette instead of letting him offer. She wanted to feel independent from any man, even if it was as simple as not waiting for one to light her father’s least destructive habit.

“This isn’t too bad of a first date, but you talk way too much. You’re suppose to let the girl talk more than you.” She spatted on with the nicotine hitting her lungs just the way she craved it to. In honesty, Carter was nice enough and didn’t try anything gross… and Wendy didn’t have a ride home. Lauren seemed fucked up on Twitter with their stupid cat memes about Jack so no Uber for her way back home. The last things Wendy wanted was to get Carter angry and be kicked out of the trailer… She was also sure she didn’t know her way back home with 24% on her phone.




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jack nodded his head, stifiling a laugh as he puffed on his american spirit. drunk, drugged, dick wet. but which of the three impacted the outcome of them skating the most? surely him and ayden had been both drunk and drugged during sessions before… jack tried not to picture anything explicit.

he ashed his cigarette out on the balcony, resting his back on the inside wall of the room–hand out the door to keep too much smoke from entering. though his cigarette smoke lining the walls of the recording room had to be the least of luka’s worries for the night.

“seventy–and you can hit what’s on the tray too.” he loosely pointed at the metal tray with a busty anime girl. on her body was a shirt that read the words “i <3 weed” on it. her face was all scratched up from the amount of coke scraped together by razor all the years it’d been used–jack thought it was funny, but it was also the only tray ever around so putting it to use was ritual at this point. between the cocaine and crushing alcohol beverage after alcohol beverage, jack was feeling increasingly generous with his drugs--something that did usually get him into trouble. "it's like an appetizer." he joked plainly.

as the two discussed their decision, jack checked his phone–barely seeing a message by wendy he’d missed by an hour. upon opening the message, he paused his scroll at the photo she’d sent. jack closed his eyes hard for a second, then looked once more. the platinum blonde donned in lingerie–it was a selfie, taken by herself and not by someone else at least. inevitably–like a horrible flip book–the nauseating images entered his mind. fucking carter fallon.

well why was he even thinking up the worst anyway? jack–a slave to the rat rummaging through the endless sewer of a mind. the more he’d throw it off, the more zeal built up in its tiny body to dig up something new–something worse for the eyes to see. obsessive-compulsive almost.

well, he wasn’t obsessed with wendy. he liked her company. she had seemed to stick around for whatever reason. her presence there through some of his darkest days, though maybe for her own roundabout cause. jack was lousy at self-assurance and on if girls really liked him or not. he was lousy at anything in the certainty department when he wasn't fucked up. though he knew he didn’t make it very easy. jack wasn’t the most idyllic person to be with–maybe the reason he didn’t occupy the label of ‘boyfriend’ very often at all. his innermost had an issue of abandonment–of any form. the three a’s–abandonment, ambivalence and addiction, if you will.

whatever. –the usual dismissal. pretend to not care, care a little, care a lot: de novo–the rat’s favorite cycle.

he hit the cigarette harder this time, unintentionally blowing the smoke forward instead of out the door like he had. jack typed back vigorously–finding himself struggling between the alcohol, but without much care. though he needed more for this conversation he’d probably forget even happened.

jack tossed the cigarette butt on the ground outside and crushed it’s embers with his shoe, walking around to the bottle of whiskey. perhaps it was time for a drink. what was that saying? liquor before beer, beer before liquor … ah, fuck it.

he poured it sloppily into two random empty cups sitting on the table, spilling some of it on the carpet. “cheers.” he said to leon, holding it up in the air and chugging the entire thing. the boy didn’t exactly ask for it, but jack knew he’d be down. besides, nothing washes coke drip and retention like alcohol.





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The Luke Party

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Sam Grants





Bubble room? He checked out her friend, Audrey, as she mentioned his girlfriend. He knew Audrey, he had seen her around but never really talked to her. He closed his eyes for a second, the bubble room didn’t mean he was going to sleep with someone else, it would be no problem to go there at all. Right? He would never cheat on Mallory and a little bit of flirting was about as far as he ever went but this girl. . God, she seemed like she was up for anything and with anything he meant. . Anything.

He nodded as if he had listened to a single word she just said but after she said he might need to lose a few things, he couldn’t hide smile. She pulled on his collar and Sam gave her a playful soft push before placing his hand on her waist. ‘Lose a few things? I hope that counts for you too,’ Sam said in a jokingly manner as he stepped closer to her.
‘Let’s go to that bubble room but you have to take off my shirt, rules, you know?’ He said as he lowered his hand intentionally before reaching for her hand. He was drunk, it was probably pretty obvious as his white shirt was covered in liquor and his speech was slurred.

Sam moved her through the crowd before letting her take over because he wouldn’t know a bubble room even if he stood in front of one. He didn’t even know what he was getting himself into but it was happening and though he would never admit it, he was excited. Sam loved Mallory but with all the yelling he could use a break, maybe this was his break.

Sam turned to the girl in front of the door, ‘you haven’t told me your name yet,’ he spoke, pulling her a little closer again while rummaging in his pocket and presenting a little white package. ‘Have you ever done cocaine?’ He asked, grabbing her hand again. Sam was obviously smitten with her touch and wasn’t worried about the fact that maybe tonight wouldn’t maybe be just flirting.






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