Realistic or Modern growing up in seattle - main thread

[purplecowdutch]

mood

drunk and looking for trouble

location

The Hallway

tag

Sugarnaut

outfit

a white, nice shirt, custom delivered from Italy

Oliver Tanaka Banks

Oliver got waved off by the blonde girl as he leaned against the wall on the staircase, putting up this nonchalant non-caring look which was obviously not the case tonight. He wanted to impress this girl but after her question he started to feel like she was just as willing as he was.
She had not moved her gaze from his since they started talking. 'You're cute, you were not waiting for your boyfriend, were you?' He asked, making sure he wouldn't step on any toes tonight. Even though that never stopped him before.

Get another drink? Why not? ‘I would be an idiot to refuse that offer,’ he replied after she gave him a subtle wink, turning around and descending down, he wouldn’t be able to walk two steps in those heels of her but she looked hot doing it. Everything she did looked appealing to Oliver right now and after they arrived in the kitchen, he tried to pour himself another drink which was a lot harder than expected.

‘Another round,’ he mumbled as he handed her a glass of wine, ‘or did you want something more strong?’ Oliver doubted handing over the glass to her but gave her a playful smirk as he stepped a little closer to her. ‘I know a place we could finish this drink and maybe get to know each other,’ he added, trying his best to hide his oblivious slur.

He knew a great place to scare the shit out of Tellegio and also maybe even get lucky. She was not seeming to hold back either and Oliver was not spooked by a one night stand with someone from her calibre.

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[fieldofclover]

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summer

ray of sunshine.

location

the party of the century.

outfit

interactions

mention of sam, interaction with oliver

tags

oliver ( purplecowdutch )

at a house party...

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Summer was feeling bolder than she had ever felt before. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe she truly was brave enough to be here right now, but she was feeling the fire now. Either way, she was going to have some risky fun tonight. Who knew where she'd be or who she'd be with come tomorrow morning? She couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his incorrect assumption about her relationship status. "I'm totally single, and totally vibing on you. Don't fuck this up, 'kay?" Summer's voice was sickly sweet, with just a slight hint of a poisonous undertone layered within it. If he played his cards right, he'd get to see a side of her that not many people got to see. She wanted to be bad, and she could very well be bad with a guy like...wait, did she even get his name? Did it even matter at this point?

Summer pulled herself up onto the counter once she had entered the kitchen, gently swinging her legs back and forth as her eyes stayed focused on her would-be suitor for the night as he poured them some drinks. "Something more strong would be perfect right now." she purred, reaching out for a nearly empty bottle of Grey Goose from among the various liquors and mixers available to the guests. Then an idea popped into her mind. Without giving much more thought to it, she put her lips to the bottle and downed it, finishing off what little remained of the vodka. It burned like hell, but it would surely amplify her feelings towards this stranger. The glass of wine remained as an offering. "Ah, fuck it." Summer took it from him, quickly emptying that too. She'd definitely regret that in the morning.

She hopped off of the marble slate, moving much closer to him than she had been before. He was much taller than her, but that wasn't going to stop her from getting up on her tiptoes to meet his eyeline. "Well, my dear, lead the way." Summer whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. If it wasn't obvious that she wanted him before, now it was. She rocked back on her heels, holding him firmly in her gaze. He was no Sam, but he'd do for the night. Who could possibly resist the temptations that came with the territory? Surely not this handsome stranger.

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[doedeer]

avainadaze

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  drunk & happy, just going wit da flow

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  bubble room (downstairs room adjacent to garage)

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  top skirt shoes
  
  

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  interactions: sam purplecowdutch /// mentions:

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as he pulled slight at her waist, she peered into his eyes and tilted her head in surprise. so he’s really about it, huh. “usually i hate rules,” she quipped, “buuut rules are rules–you’ve got a deal.”

he took her hand and together they made it through the dense crowd and through the hallway. perhaps a part of her instinct wanted to duck her head a bit–trying as to not make it so obvious, but she chose to pay no mind to the split second petito. he was too drunk to even do a thing about that notion and fairly so, she was as well. though not enough, she was very much missing something. oh! the molly!

nestled in the comically tiny pocket of her dolce skirt was the tiny plastic bag of pink molly she’d nabbed from jack when she first got there. how could i forget?! ava grit her teeth in excitement and wondered whether sam had ever encountered the party drug before. jocks were a wildcard when it came to things like this. the large majority were really kind of pussies to all the psychadelic type things–preferring to stick to their alcohol and coke. she couldn’t really judge anyone for that; to each their own. though, ava whole-heartedly believed some drugs were worth trying at least once. molly was definitely one of them. whether he had or not, ava adored doing mdma with anybody–even strangers. molly just kind of made you 'a better person'… well sort of, maybe in the moment you'd think so.

as they approached the door, sam stopped for a second to ask for her name once more. ava turned her head, slightly surprised the guy was really that drunk to have forgotten her around their school halls. no offense taken from it, just more curious on the fact that he seemed to really not know her… and more importantly, her history with his off-and-on girlfriend. ava rolled her eyes, committing to the intention to party with him full throttle. in a couple minutes she’d be in the foam room rolling out of her mind and at this point, she honestly did not care. oops.

sam stood with a brazen look on his face, waving a little bag of white powder in her face. of course, i called it.

ava grinned, raising a brow and leaning into his ear on her tippy toes. “i have something a loooot better than that just wait.” the girl spun around and knocked on the door practically vibrating from the music inside and upon opening, a very tall and tanned boy pretended to close it before laughing and greeting her. “you can’t keep me out of here!! i’m the queen!!” she joked loudly over the sound. the boy agreed, both hands up in a fanning motion as if to worship her in humor. he then turned to sam, “hey man.”

“hey emir can you get me a sprite bottle, pretty pleeasee?” she asked, turning to sam with a wink. emir retrieved it diligently and handed off the cold drink. ava screwed the top loose with her teeth then with her other hand poured the tiny pink rocks in the bottle–holding it up and watching for a moment as they dissolved. “alright we’re ready.”

ava took sam by the hand once more and entered the darklight room bustling with foam machines in every corner, people dressed in almost nothing lined from wall to wall dancing, kissing, taking huffs of neon-colored balloons–it was as lively as it always was. the sight used to be daunting to friends she’d bring along to it, but it was basically a party staple at luka’s factions. and easy to clean! well.. the bubbles did dissolve at some point.

almost a threat - snow strippers (played by the dj)

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[doedeer]

opallocollins

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  just tryna figure out where tf he even is

  location

  main room of luka's house party

  outfit

  big black hoodie some nice jeans white air forces and a gold chain
  
  

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  interactions: nessa dear.szmm , cam TheVoidQueen , alex neverbackdown /// mentions: luka

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it was pretty late by the time they’d picked up cam’s friend nessa from her home in south seattle. cam’s downtown spot wasn’t too from the lower side, but magnolia hill was always a pain in the ass to get to from anywhere. he’d listen as alex talked ebriously with the girl in the backseat–the merest sense of relief over him now that the topic didn’t have to be so disheartening. his car was different and plates were changed for extra safety measures, but he’d still be on his toes regardless. there was no way he ever went anywhere without his gun–a posh high school party was no exception.

when they arrived, he replaced the car backing out of the spot hidden in the douglass fir just meters away from the entrance to the monster of a house. so this is where lex used to be at every day.. jesus.

opallo adjusted the gun through his shirt, securing it in the waistband of his jeans and slightly cringed at the pain in his shoulder wound once more. some drinks in and this wouldn’t be a worry any longer though.

walking in he couldn’t help but have the usual scorned, straight-faced look across him on default. opallo never really noticed how unapproachable he looked, but if approached by the right person he was usually quite polite and friendly all the same. meeting eyes with alex, she’d shoot him a smile and it’d melt the toughness right off him for the split second. he looked away, smirking in front of him.

i just want her to have a good time..forget, at least for now.

“what the fuck…” an older man with a plate of shots approached the group as they walked in, offering them all shots. “uh, thanks.” he took one, slightly amused at the literal carnival of a party this already was. opallo tried to gain the same acknowledgement of surprise from the other three, but to no avail they didn’t really seem to mind it–indicating this treatment was in no way as unusual as he felt it clearly was. this place is a fucking joke, he chuckled to himself.

he was a year older than his party, but it seemed like nearly everyone from school plus a ton of people he’d never seen before had attended. opallo was more used to the house parties down in his south seattle hood. he’d been invited to things like this by classmates he barely knew, but never enough to show up really. it was a stark environment change for sure. back in his neighborhood, cops circled the blocks trying to shut down his friend’s affairs for no goddamn reason. here, they lived right down the fucking street. it was kind of funny how different kids lived from each other only a 15-20 minute ride away. this would be fun for the night.

it didn’t really matter. opallo still despised the kid living in his little princess castle. if he’d run into him, he’d be sure to walk straight past him. if he was drunk enough? maybe some words or two just to mess with him. though the thought of alex being with luka for nearly two years (on and off at least)... it was weird. opallo had never really met the kid, but if he was as stuck-up as this house was he did wonder what kind of guys alex actually liked.

“aye, ima take another.” he hollered at the glorified butler, to which the man said nothing and let him take another.

fucking rich kids, i swear to god.

topanga - trippie redd (playing in main room)

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[neverbackdown]

TW: slight mention of abuse

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  Alex Smyth

  
  
  
  

  The Rebel

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Would the money have been worth it?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Lukes House

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  As she stepped out of the car, Alex's eyes were drawn towards the mansion in front of them before scanning the surrounding area to gauge where exactly the party was at, her eyes twinkling in amusement as she noted people passed out of the front lawn and a girl throwing up in Rosalinda's favourite flowers.
  
  A healthy stage 2.5, we should be just in time for the action.
  
  As they walked in the front doors Alex couldn't help the nostalgic relief, almost like a safety blanket placed over her, an almost longing feeling that suddenly consumed her entire being,. Hiding the confusion from her face she allowed her eyes to wander around the familiar home that she had spent so much time in and couldn't help the soft smile to play on her features, her and Luke, whilst remembered as the worst couple to ever happen, did have some good and caring moments especially when the two of them were alone. They really did care for each other and Alex still cared for Luke now but neither were equipped for a relationship back then, surprisingly there was no ill feelings between the pair well at least not anymore, it took a while for Luke to get over her sleeping with Oli ...
  
  Karma is a bitch
  
  Suddenly it all made sense, like Alex could see clearly now. She didn't miss the relationship with Luke (although she very much missed freeloading on his money) she missed that time of her life, a simpler time, the time before the regular abuse, the time before John. Alex essentially lived here during their relationship, it was her safe haven from the various men her mother brought home. John had come into the picture just after the relationship ended and with that Alex's life had taken a serious nosedive, it wasn't that long after that she tried too .. Karma really did come to bite her hard.
  
  As her mind began to swim with the news she had received today Alex felt her mask slipping as she thought about leaving, heading back to the apartment and drinking herself into a grave ... As though able to read her mind a person arrived in front of her with a tray of shots and without hesitation Alex reached forward and grabbed a glass taking the shot instantly before putting the empty shot glass back on the metal tray.
  
  Well the universe has spoken, be rude to disobey
  
  With the mask securely back in place, Alex looked up just in time to see Opallo looking at them with confusion and surprise itched on his expression and she couldn't help the amused smirk that played on her lips "Welcome to a Tellegio house party" she announced as she followed Opallo's lead and took another shot. Man did she need it today.
  
  "Just wait until you see the rest of the place, there's a reason I stayed so long" she joked, well she was half joking, but she didn't think that needed to be clarified. Alex stepped up on her tiptoes to see fully above the crowd, a grin playing on her lips as she spotted her target "But first" she announced turning in her place to face Cam, Palo and Nessa with a wiggle of her eyebrow "to the free bar" Without giving anyone time to answer her, Alex turned on her spot and made her way into the crowd towards the bar.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[Sugarnaut]

chl.0e

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  THE FAES ARE MISCHIEVOUS TONIGHT

  
  

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  luke's party

  
  

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

Captain Lele Sparkle Toes smelled a lot like rubber and an empty bag of cool ranch doritos. His hug and shaking and hug and shaking confused Chloe on the situation, still surviving the faewild daze she was in. She didn’t even grasp she was on the floor until seconds after her head thudded onto concrete, letting out the softest “Ow” as she decided to lay there while her little friend kept screaming.

“Moons and stars, Twinkling Lazerbeams, you’re scaring the fairies away…” She muttered what she thought was a spell, as if she actually believed she could to cantations like in the movies… She pulled herself to sit up and ponder about the situation at hand. Leigh was scaring the fairies away and angering the ducks, she hardly had time to realize a new face in the madness vortex of a situation they were in.

When did Leigh Fallon turn blonde? Did Carter play a mean trick on him again? Why was he so close to kissing her?! She’d kiss him if he stayed quiet for the fairies but instead he was yelling again.

“Why are you scaring the fairies away?!” She didn’t realize she was screaming too, pulling herself up and looking at the two Leighs… Oh, someone knew. Blonde boy was yelling about how they were on drugs. She only caught what he was saying after the third time. He had a weirdo accent. His proclamation was why Chloe liked doing drugs at home in her sanctuary. She didn’t like boys who yelled so she leaned over to him to cover his mouth. “Sush, fairy. I’m Chloe and this is Baby Leigh.” The same hand on his mouth guided her to her actual friend, placing it on Leigh’s shoulder. “Pink is a state of mind. You must be in love! Who are you in love with? Maybe the fairy queen?!”

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Aurora

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[Chimney Swift]

totalleighstupid

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  dazed

  
  

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  luka's garage

  
  

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  Chloe, Eino Sugarnaut
  
  

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Somehow, the cold concrete floor of the garage felt soft, almost as if Leigh could sink into it like quicksand. Maybe it wasn’t so safe to be on the floor after all. Maybe the ducks were under there. The ducks.
The fairies.
The fairy ducks.
The fucks, if you will.

There hadn’t been any quacking for a while, at least since Chloe got here. Her presence seemed to keep them quiet, but in their absence, it felt like everything had just gotten all soft and mushy. Was Luke’s garage made of clay this whole time? Was that a rich-people sort of thing to do?

“Why are you scaring the fairies away?”
Chloe’s voice sounded far away to him. He reached out and gently poked her cheek, watching the wavering purple and orange haze in the garage bounce off her glowing eyes. She was sort of like a disco ball. He’d never realized that before. “There’s fairies in my li… I think… wait, wait, uh… whoa, car…” Leigh seemed to forget why he was talking, tilting his head back and staring mesmerized at nothing.

He could still hear himself talking long after he had stopped– he didn’t realize, though, that it was no longer his voice he was hearing.

The next thing he was aware of was a sloppily-rolled joint being pushed to his lips. Leigh instinctively took a drag without thinking about what he was doing or who was giving this to him, coughing as the heavy smoke entered his lungs.
“Carter? Wait, Carter... hi.”
This new guy didn’t look like Carter very much. He was blonde and smelled like weed and fruity shampoo that Carter wouldn’t have used. But it was always Carter who gave him weed though, wasn’t it?
Assuming this was weed, anyway. Maybe he just smoked crack. How would he know if he just smoked crack? Wait, was that crack!?
Oh god, he had to pee so bad…

“Pinketh floor to… preth… lishkth…” Leigh’s speech had devolved into slurred nonsense syllables and was no longer comprehensible in the slightest. His eyes rolled back slightly and his head met the crook of Chloe’s shoulder, his arms instinctively closing around her as he snuggled closer. She felt warm… he remembered reading something about how sharing body heat could help keep people from freezing to death. He kept forgetting that it was cold in here; forgetting that it was January. The ducks seemed to have taken all the heat in the garage with them when they left…

Leigh sleepily nodded at the new guy, inviting him to join the cuddle pile.
“Flethsipth.”
No one would ever know what the hell Leigh meant by that.

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[doedeer]

sw00000ps

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  drunk & on acid.. and now in the same boat of mixing reality with fantasy...

  location

  luke's garage

  outfit

  link
  
  

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  interactions: leigh Chimney Swift , chloe Sugarnaut /// mentions:

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hysteric fit silenced, the loud world in eino’s headspace subdued immediately when chloe placed her hand over his mouth–only giving him the clarity of the two people in front of him. the music subsided and instead was replaced by a soft echo of his own subsequent laughing followed by the begging question… why WAS he scaring the fairies away?

he hadn’t even realized they were present until she'd mentioned it. the only fae-resemblent being seemed to be the russet-haired girl. eino didn’t mean to scare her away. as the long seconds ticked away, more and more did she look like a fairy. and him–the wiry boy beside--sinking into a her and mumbling away--must be… her sickly squire?! cursed with the mad disease conjured by the norse god holler? no… that wasn’t how the old folklore went was it? either way, she definitely exuded fairy qualities about her. something he could ponder on at a later date as his memory was already bouncing to the next. when she’d removed her hand and placed it on the shoulder of the boy, it was timely. she spoke of pink so highly, but these words were hard to completely grasp right now. chloe the fairy queen… and baybe lee…

“i didn’t realize i was in the presence of a queen..” as the younger boy mumbled away he changed position to kneel, his hand in a fist and his forehead atop. “my name is eino van swearingen of denmark. i travelled here only two days ago.” eino then looked up with a softer expression, “your baybe lee looks sick. could i help in anyway? hey–can you walk baybe lee?” he tilted his head, arm still over knee and held an inquisitive reflexion. eino realized in that moment the pink around him was peeling off the walls, revealing a darkness with an eerie feeling of the cold winters north of copenhagen. he could also feel the shiver coming off the baybe. “we should leave this place.. it just got very dark..”

he stood up slowly then outstretched his hand to the girl, “ill escort you both! something tells me there’s a place in this castle that can help. i haven’t been there yet, but..” eino searched in her eyes for the trust, hopefulness filled in his. at this point, he had NO CLUE what he’d gotten into wandering into this garage. the memory of daft punk in his ears and a joint that somehow disappeared in the grey concrete void had completely disintegrated. a part of him felt like he was confusing certain aspects of the situation, but with the last memory prior distancing itself from him–it didn’t really matter.

what he did know for sure was that chloe–though perhaps the queen of fairies–radiated of something he couldn’t put his finger on and her friend baybee lee was clearly distraught. the one place in the house he’d yet to step foot in.. the room on the second floor to the very left down the hallway–perhaps it had something he needed. it was a feeling he got that still confused him, yet he knew it was worth a try. if the young boy couldn’t walk though, it’d be a challenge; a challenge he was eager to take!

the real question was.. would a queen trust the foreign stranger?

merry-go-round - bladee

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[neverbackdown]

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  Beth raised an eyebrow as Ayden essentially demanded they pinky promised, an amused expression etched on her features "It's like you don't even know me" she laughed but raised her baby finger to complete the pinky promise. As Ayden routed through the bag to find their kryptonite for the night Beth relaxed into the couch, allowing her mind to wander as she looked around the room.
  
  The voices of Ayden and Jack conversing was like background noise, almost like the static of the tv left on to give some atmosphere to an awkward room, odd words floating in and out of Beth's bubble as her thoughts seemed to be focused on the heavy bass line coming from the floor below them, her ears zoned in on listening for a word or a beat to figure out what song it was all the while subconsciously tapping her fingers in time with the beat on her thigh.
  
  She suddenly became aware of Ayden's attention diverting to her and Beth looked at him, eyes wide for a moment in confusion as her brain scrambled to understand what he had just said to her "Huh?" he eyes darted to the small bag of white powder in his hand before it all clicked into place in her mind .. Oh yeah I'm in".
  
  For as long as Beth could remember she had always had concentration problems, the issue only heightened in social situations like these where there was more than one source of sound in her general vicinity, it was like her brain panicked and disconnected unable to find and distinguish one sound from the rest . It was the same when people spoke directly to her, it was almost like there was a sound barrier it had to break through always leaving Beth grappling to figure out what was happening in real time as her brain struggled to make sense of even the simplest of statements. Unless Beth was looking directly at you and able to read your lips, it was more than likely she didn't fully hear you and even then direct attention didn't always work.
  
  As Jack spoke Beth tilted her head back on the couch to look in his direction, an amused expression on her face as he appeared upside down due to her current position.
  
  I wonder if Im upside down to him,upside down ... I said upside down your turning me...
  
  "You're giving love instinctively, Around and round you're turning me" Beth brought her head back up as the song took over her thoughts and she softly began to sing almost under her breath, moving her shoulders ever so slightly to the tune in her head as she sat forward towards the tray that Jack had just pointed out to them "Upside down Boy, you turn me" still singing the song as she leaned forward and racked out two small lines "Be rude not to" she mused any hint that Beth had just been singing now gone as she leaned forward and did one of the lines before motioning at the other for Ayden "Thanks Jack" she looked back his way a soft smile on her features before leaning back into the couch, her arm once again leaning against Aydens "I have money here somewhere" she muttered as she rooted through her bag for her purse. Grabbing the money out of her purse, Beth looked towards Jack but noticed that he was a bit preoccupied staining the carpet so instead she handed her half of the money to Ayden so that he could pay it all together.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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jonas

the band geek.

location

house party.

outfit

interactions

mention of leigh.

tags

none yet.

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Jonas had been searching for Leigh ever since his alarming tweets. But the party was in such a huge place, and there seemed to be a million drunk or high guests crowding every single room that he had been in. There was no possible way that he could get to Leigh in time. He had to face the facts - his poor buddy was going to be dead soon. Jonas knew that Leigh had taken some sort of drug, paired with alcohol, and it could possibly spell the end for him. He was so frail. If anything happened to Leigh, he would never forgive himself. He was his best friend in the whole entire world, and...gosh darn it, he just had to find him. Jonas owed it to both himself and Leigh. So he pushed himself through yet another room, averting his eyes at the make out session that was going on in the corner of the room. Where in the world could Leigh Fallon be?

Meanwhile, across town...

Meredith Russo had tucked her son into his race car bed (yes, they make them for adults) a good hour and a half ago. She was now winding down for the night, having showered and thrown on her pajamas and robe just a few minutes prior. She always checked on her darling Jonas right before she turned in for the night. Watching him drift off into dreamland warmed her heart to no extent. But when she poked her head into his room, Jonas was nowhere to be found, his bedroom window ajar. He had never disobeyed her before, but to sneak out like this? She was fuming. Where had her son run off to? He knew that if he wanted to go somewhere, he could have just asked. She was in no means a strict parent. Was she a terrible mother? What had she done wrong? Was this act of rebellion because he had no father figure in his life anymore? Why was he acting out like this?

Well, Meredith wasn't just going to sit around and let Jonas paint the town. The first thing that she had to do was find out exactly where her son had gone. That wasn't too hard to do - a quick glance at Jonas' Twitter account led her straight to the scene of the crime. So, clad in pajamas and slippers and all, she stormed outside and got into her Prius, speeding away to the party. Jonas was going to be in so much trouble when she got her hands on him.

Ignoring the confused stares of some partygoers, Meredith huffed and puffed her way into the party, stalking her way over to where the DJ had been set up and yanking the microphone away from the setup. She wasn't going to go around room to room in order to track her son down. The music screeched to a halt as Meredith began to speak into the mic. "Jonas William Russo, get your ass in here now." Her voice boomed throughout the party, echoing in everyone's ears.

Jonas had just come out of the godforsaken bubble room when he heard it. "Hey, that's my name." It made him feel pretty good about himself for a brief moment. But then it made him confused as he blinked a few times, trying to process the situation. "Wait, why is my name being announced over the speakers?" He made his way down the stairs and into the main area, his face losing all color as he stood face-to-face with his mother. "Mom...hey..." He was busted.

Meredith gave the microphone back to the DJ, storming over to her son. "Jonas, you better have a good reason for coming here tonight. You know your bedtime is 9:30 sharp. I tucked you in all nice and cozy, thinking that you would be fast asleep when I came in to check on you, and lo and behold, you were gone. You had me worried sick, young man. You could have been out there somewhere, hurt...or worse. What were you thinking?"

"I just wanted to go out to a party, Mom. And I was lucky that I got here when I did, because Leigh's probably still locked in a trunk somewhere." Meredith's face softened a little bit at Jonas' words. She sighed, rubbing her forehead between her thumb and index finger. "You're coming home right now, okay? And we're going to go to that mother-son counseling seminar in Vancouver next weekend. And you're also grounded for a month. Now go to the car." Her tone of voice wasn't nearly as harsh as it had been, but she was still going to reprimand her son. Jonas reluctantly shuffled along, going outside to wait in the running car.

Meredith took a good glance around the party, feeling eyes staring at her. "What are you all looking at? There's nothing to see here." And with that, she left the party too.

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After a few songs pass, a hand is placed on Mallory's shoulder, lightly pulling to turn her around. Assisting the strange in the rotation, she comes face to face with someone that she didn't really recognize, especially with the room being so dark, only being lit up occasionally by flashing lights from somewhere. "Can I help you?" She questions the person who had silently requested her attention, they leaned in closer, so as to not raise their voice, "I just saw Sam walk off with some girl. They went upstairs."

Anger filled the girl's body, what the actual fuck? Yeah, she and Sam's relationship wasn't the most stable, but that doesn't mean he can go sneaking off with other girls. Quickly, she pulls out her phone and checks Twitter, asking if anyone else had seen him, which didn't give many results, but considering someone that she didn't know told her this, it had to have been true. The one place that she could think of Sam and this mystery girl to congregate in was the bubble room that everyone had been talking about, and she was determined to find it.

Quickly, Mallory makes her way up the stairs in search of this elusive bubble room that people have been speaking of, even though she had attended many parties at the Tellegio residence, not once had she ever been in this certain room. She makes it to the top landing of the stairs and turns down the hallway that she was previously in, searching for any clues that would lead her to where she needed to be. There was no time for her to think of what she would do with her belongings before entering the room, but at the moment she was too filled with rage to even consider the options.

Furthering down the hallway, she notices a door that had foam coming out from underneath it, a dead giveaway that she had arrived at her destination. Her hand grasps the doorknob and begins to twist, but it doesn't budge, the door was locked for some reason, but that wasn't going to deter an angry girlfriend. Raising her fist, she bangs on the door, which opens rather quickly, almost resulting in the guy who opened it getting hit in the face. Mallory didn't stop to say anything in response to the stranger greeting her, pushing past him into the room.

Searching through the dark room, she finally sees Sam standing with the girl that he had snuck off with, approaching quickly with alcohol-fueled rage, she pushes him back slightly, turning her head to see who he had snuck off with. A flash from the strobe light lit up the room for a brief second and revealed Ava was the mystery woman. "What the actual fuck, Sam?" It took everything in her to not raise her hand to slap him across the cheek, but it did run through her mind a few times.

No words were said to Ava, all that was given to her was an "eat shit and die" look, turning on her heel, she proceeded to leave the room just as fast as she came in. It was a good thing that she had bought some Xanax off of Jack or else the night would only go downhill from here. Standing in the hallway, Mallory pulls out the little plastic bag containing the pills, and pops one into her mouth, dry swallowing it. At this point, she just needed to get fucked up and take her mind off the situation at hand, only thing she had to do was to find someone who would help her do exactly that.

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ava had no expectations in socializing with the varsity prep–only passing the time with him for a sliver of an interesting moment. it was silly, but surely it was new and ava enjoyed new. she’d expected him to chicken out, especially concerning their dosing of molly. yet as the time passed, ava had lost the now completely empty bottle of sprite they’d been taking chugs out of for the last couple hours. she’d admit she was kind of having fun–and he wasn’t all that bad at dancing… for a football player.

as they danced in the dim-lit of bubbles and strobes, her one small regret lied in the several rather enthusiastic kisses they’d shared during their time together. the initial one was most definitely NOT her fault–he’d initiated it of course, but ava didn’t exactly try to shy away. the tension between them was shared by the common knowledge molly just compelled that crazy affection out of people, but the tiny stabs of guilt still found their way into her gut. she didn’t stop him or herself either way. no one here really gave a fuck. mostly every sworn bubble room attendee had a nonverbal pledge against colluding the room’s secrets. no one would see anyway with how dark it was.. and if they did? they wouldn’t tell.

probably.

maybe a part of her hoped it wouldn’t end. or she just didn’t want to ponder about an end or a consequence. it felt wrong, it felt right. it’d all come to an end at some point. once he realized who he’d been french kissing all night, he’d never talk to her. and neither would she with him. and neither of them would care. that was the fun thing about parties like luke’s–you could be a new person for all anyone would care. things reverted back to a normalcy in the morning. as much of a whore ava’s reputation painted her out to be, it never had messed with her personal life before.

ava ran her fingers through her hair, feeling bubbles rain down and cool her for a moment–her eyes closed, yet still seeing glowing stars behind her eyelids. when she’d opened them, the strobe brushed over sam’s face and she couldn’t help but grit her teeth in a smile. she wanted to tell him about the glowing lights in her mind, but it was hard to speak. the intensity of the drug came in waves–she knew he had to have seen them too by now, felt them even. seeing the way he looked at her, her gaze shifted down and she spun around to avoid his eyes.

the last time she’d dosed molly was with lauren finley. it was sporadic, like most of their little meetings together were but she’d never done it with anybody else since.

laury..

this time couldn’t even fraction how fun that night was for her. maybe.. maybe if she kissed sam she could make it feel like it did last december–before lauren had skipped town to spend the rest of winter break under palm trees in rooftop pools…

ava could pretend. she loved to act.

though she wouldn’t even get the chance as that inevitable end grew closer than the two might’ve guessed.

“what the actual fuck, sam?”

ava turned her head in a daze, watching as her former childhood friend snuck right up to her and sam. there was really no excuse to be made by either of them. ava just didn’t have one and they both had to know fully well that being half-naked in a room full of other half-naked teenagers was already incriminating as it was. ava didn’t say anything–just turning her head away from it all until the girl left.

lol yikes.

she was way too high off mdma to give in to that. the thing about emotions on mdma? one bad one can set off a tidal wave and mallory hawke would be the last person to trigger that. ava knew, so instead she laughed it off.

“that was awkward.” she offered over the music, trying to mask any hint in her voice of being bothered by it.

holy shiiiiiit. omfg.

this was a conversation she’d definitely be having with emily tomorrow afternoon.

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Ayden Thompson

A curious brow danced upon Ayden’s forehead upon hearing the total amount of how much a night he was soon going to most likely forget would cost him. He didn’t know if he was meant to laugh or cry at his friend’s pricing of the bag of delight that was now tightly clasped in the palm of his hand, balled into a fist. He had at least hoped for some sort of friend’s discount before it dawned on him that Ayden was not one to actually open up with his personal life, nor to expose just how financially he was struggling. Every dime he had to his name was from the immense scrambling of searching what was left around the house, buttering up his grand parents and pleading with his mum to give him extra allowance. Every job interview after school was unsuccessful, taking mention that his tone and attitude wasn’t suited to such fine establishments. And so, when it came to finding a supply, and Jack wasn’t around, Ayden may have taken indulgence in the cheaper methods. And whilst cheaper may have helped with his finances, it definitely wasn’t good for his overall health.

At the mention of taking a hit of what was on the tray, Ayden’s gaze cast upon the said tray. An anime girl with large breasts, displaying great pride for her love for weed with such fashionable taste, caused the muscles between his nostril and the corner of his mouth to twitch. “How… thoughtful”, he muttered under his breath, more to himself rather than anyone else, watching as Beth leant forward to take the first hit. A frown smeared upon his face, his lips slightly parted as he processed watching the girl lean forward to jump right into it. Sure, apparently, you were meant to be a gentleman and let women do things first. But when it came to the preciousness of drugs, there was no social hierarchy here. There would be no door opening nor assisting to seats. Any normal person would’ve offered Beth the first hit anyday - but this was Ayden we were talking about. He wasn’t like any normal person.

So, of course, when Beth rose and offered him the plate, he had to take a moment to look at her with slight disbelief before his parted lips finally spoke. “How thoughtful” he said in a mocking tone, drawing connections to the first time he said it, before repositioning his body to take his own hit. Ayden picked up the small man-made straw that was placed carefully upon the plate before bringing it to his nostril. Blocking his nose with the other finger, he leant down and inhale deeply through the straw with his nostril. The substance hit the back of his throat almost instantly, causing Ayden to clear his throat in a subtle manner before rising up once again. It would take a moment or so for it to kick in from his past experiences.

And it was at that very moment, he felt like he was going to literally piss his pants.

How had he been holding on for this long without realising? Turning back to the girl, he was about to announce his urgent toilet needs. However, he stopped at the sight of the cash being held out to him. Was she… giving him money for… For…? That damn frown slipped upon his face once again, taking time to process what was going on before realising it was money for the drugs they had just purchased. Oh. Well, at least he didn’t have to buy it all himself. Silently nodding, he slid the money into his pocket before announcing to Jack without even looking over at the poor boy. “I’ll transfer you the money in a moment,” he said to him before standing up to his full height “I think I’m literally about to piss my pants”

A squeeze to the item in his hand, Ayden glanced down to see that bag of fine powder still in his fist. Well, he thought to himself before turning his gaze at Beth. “I’m taking this with me to make sure you don’t sniff the whole thing down when I’m gone” he commented, holding the bag up with his pointer finger and thumb pinching the top of it, allowing it to dangle. “If you don’t trust me, by all means - come and watch me piss. It wouldn’t be the first time. Regardless, I’m not letting you get your little claws on it just to go to highville without me”

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

It felt like she entered a new dimension with both boys talking in tongues she did not know. Maybe the fairies had gotten them all three!? She was started to feel anxious about it all as she stared at Eino Vansweaters as he seemed to ramble in his accent that she read as a foreign language entirely. By the time she realized he was kneeling and Leigh in her arms, she was more confused than when the fairies were visible instead of making pesky plans for later.

If she was in the right state of mind, she’d decline the foreigner’s offer, but instead she accepted, “My hobbit hole isn’t too far from here. Help me, knight!” She threw a disengaged Leigh onto Eino instead, being just right in the mind to find the garage door opener on the wall and smashing it to open the gates. “We’re free!!!” Chloe’s long legs kept her movements quick as she forgot she had to wait on the boy and the heavy cargo.

The fresh air felt like freedom as she spun around in refreshed glee, completely ignoring the yelling only a few feet away. She loved the way Seattle had the coldest air in January, spinning round and round until she was seeing bright lights all over again. Her breath made her feel like an ice dragon ™ as she decided it was time to be one with the Earth. Her boots had to go, as she used a random car to sit on top of to take them both off. The auburn maiden’s weight scared the metal cage enough for it to start to squawk when only one show was taken off. She gave out laugh before pointing the boot at the Sweater man. “Let’s go let’s goooo.” She hopped off the contraption with one shoe on and started dashing out the driveway.

Winter Bird
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eino gladly accepted the boy, propping him up to wedge his head between his legs and heft him over his shoulders in one swift motion. baybee leigh was surprisingly very light! though, by the time he’d safely secured the mumbling child he’d lost the auburn queen. “wha? where’d you–”

the girl had managed to open the metal door at the end of the long stretch of concrete–her figure seeming to skip with ease right out of their confinement. in awe of her sudden accomplishments, eino clutched the boy by his shins and hurried over to bridge the gap between them. he struggled to keep the boy upright, but paid no worry–hitting the crisp air of the outside felt way too good. it was the perfect weather and in that moment, eino couldn’t imagine anything any better. “woooooow..” he said, spinning the boy around as he took a long look at the sky above. filled with stars that seemed to twinkle against the darkest blue.. the white wisps of clouds–it was indescribably beautiful. he turned and turned, somehow evading contact with the parked cars in the driveway. there was a moment he'd lost all recollection of where he was or why he was even there in the first place. the low buzz of cicadas and the sweeping of the waves against the bank below sounded congnisable and familiar--like a childhood song.

on the very top of magnolia hill, he had a stranger on his shoulders while following another stranger. he was surrounded by strangers for the last 72 hours and yet he'd already been having the best time of his life.

“look baybee, the stars..” he grinned, taking in the view for a couple more seconds before turning at the sound of a blare coming from his left side. it startled him immensely–taking him out of his heavenly state and jerking leigh to the side as he moved. eino was considerably confused, tossing the boy about his shoulders left and right in near chaos.

oh, there she is!

queen chloe standing in one shoe, pointing the other boot right in his direction like a loaded gun. her laugh echoed over the blaring horn and suddenly, it all didn’t feel so terrifying anymore. she’s so cool. she's sooooo pretty.

if it was a real gun she had pointed at him, he didn't know if he could really have minded being shot dead right then and there. it was safe to say all memory of where he was supposed to be taking the two flew out the window at that very moment.

eino's eyes lit up at her excitement. “lets go!!!!!” he mimicked, readjusting his grip on the boy and running right on after her.

tongue-tied - grouplove

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Leigh whined indignantly at first, trying to keep holding onto Chloe while she untangled his arms from her, but he offered no more resistance once he’d been safely passed over to Eino. Satisfied with the comfort of physical contact, the delirious boy calmly draped his arms over Eino’s shoulders, nestling his head onto the back of the tall stranger’s neck just as easily as if it was his own older brother.
He tried to say something, but all that came out was yet more quiet gibberish babbling.
The garage door opened with a sound that seemed to echo far longer than it should. Had they been in a cave this whole time? Maybe there were bats in here. He couldn’t hear any bats, though… come to think of it, he couldn’t even remember what sound bats made.
Maybe bats quacked.
Oh no.
But the cave was open now, and they were free to run from the garage and the car and the fairy-bat-ducks that lurked in the shadows.

As soon as the trio finally escaped the prison of the garage, scattering out onto the wide expanse of the driveway, the stimulation of a new environment frittered away Leigh’s last thread of connection to reality. “Sthars…” He whispered, echoing Eino’s words, but in truth, Leigh couldn’t see the stars. All he saw was bright, glittery snow swirling around in the sky without ever touching the ground.

If Leigh had known that Eino lost track of Chloe for a couple of seconds just then, he would’ve lost his mind, but instead he seemed content to just lean into the sensation of being carried, rocked up and down slightly by Eino’s footsteps. Somehow it was both comforting and a little nauseating. Every step forward, his brain seemed to fill with bubbles and his stomach filled with boiling saltwater. And he still had to pee really badly, to the point where it was becoming unbearable, but for some reason he couldn’t really remember how to fix that particular problem, so he stayed quiet about it, distracting himself by watching the sky above them waver and change colors.

“Whoa, why’re we swimming?” He murmured into Eino’s hair, letting the sounds of Chloe’s voice bounce back and forth across the driveway as if there were suddenly dozens of Chloes, all prancing and laughing and encircling them… oh no, maybe they’d never find the real Chloe!! Leigh looked up sharply, jostling his own head so much that it hurt a little, only to see… Just one Chloe. No, two. No, one. No… okay, definitely just one. One real Chloe. They were safe.

“Hi, Chloeee!”
That was probably the last recognizable English sentence that he’d say for the rest of the night.

Clinging like a baby koala to Eino was too tiring… barely awake and losing more and more lucidity by the second, Leigh’s arms went limp and he slumped like a ragdoll onto Eino’s back.
Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to take a little nap…

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The Luke Party

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Sam Grants

Fifteen minutes had felt like an hour and yet, he was still standing where he was with the beautiful brunette. She seemed to get only prettier the more he drank that spicy water. He wasn’t a Molly guy, or much of a feelings guy at all but after the two touched lips, suddenly he had to hold back his compliments.
He wasn’t smitten, he was just in the moment and after French kissing for almost an hour, he was horny. He danced closer to the girl and even though his hair was dripping wet and hanging before his eyes, he found himself in the moment.

Sam’s bubble got popped almost as fast as it had appeared and as he took a few steps back to recover from the push, he stared at his. . Girlfriend. ‘It’s not what it seems-‘ Sam automatically started defending himself and as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was a terrible liar. It was everything that it seemed, him and this girl, half-naked in a terrible, illuminated room and only inches away from each other.

Sam held up his hands as he caught glimpses between the flashes of his girlfriend’s devastated face. He felt a sharp feeling in his stomach but refused to believe he was guilty in this. Things were bad, they had always been this way and he found a way out tonight. Even though he liked to believe himself, he was bummed out she looked at him like that. This was going to be a long night.

He stared at the fiasco happening in front of him, for once he was actually kind of lost for words and once she stormed off, it felt like he was finally able to breathe again. He looked at the ground for a second, anticipating his next move which was really hard on whatever he was taking. He needed some more white.
Sam looked at the girl in front of him with a pretty obvious distressed look, she kind of laughed it off and Sam was unsure if she even knew what was going on. ‘You can say that again,’ he replied but he couldn’t even force a smile. There was a big pit in his stomach and he was questioning if he should even stay here.

‘I need to get some air, I-‘ Sam grind his teeth, feeling a little overwhelmed from all of the sudden lights. ‘You want to come?’
He knew he shouldn’t have asked that but he wasn’t going to be alone and potentially be murdered by assumably his now ex-girlfriend. ‘I mean, I feel like we have a connection,’ he forced a terrible fake smile, feeling the little bag of snow in his pocket as if waiting patiently for him to find the right time to get it out. ‘I’m sorry about her,’ he added, shrugging apologetically and turning around, not really too worried about if she’d follow him or not while he put his hands through his hair, hoping maybe this Molly would help him through the night.

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  Beth watched the confusion playing on Ayden's face as she offered him the money, her eyebrow raising slightly as she wondered what he thought it was for. Beth wasn't someone who expected things for free, she preferred to pay for her own stuff and she was ready to say so but stopped short when Ayden took the money off her.
  
  The announcement that was about to piss his pants cause Beth to smirk in amusement, the smirk only growing as he admitted to taking the bag so she wouldn't finish it "I'm honoured you think I could do that much in a bump but I'm not looking to die tonight" she commented amusement laced in her tone as she looked at the bag in his hands before looking back up at him face.
  
  "It's not that i don't trust you" she commented as she stood up also, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid as she threw her bag back onto her shoulder. It wasn't that she didn't trust Ayden, rather she also knew that it was very easy to lose people at parties, not to mention how easy it was to forget what you were doing or who you were meant to be with, it had happened all to often to Beth, only remembering at the end of the night or in the days after how she had accidentally ditched her friends after leaving them waiting on her.
  
  "See yous later I'm sure" she announced to Leon, Jack and Thelma before turning in her spot and walking towards the door, turning briefly to make sure that Ayden was following her before she left the room. "I think there's one up here" she mused more so to herself as she turned left and moved up the hall, coming to a stop at a room two doors up from the drug room.
  
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Someone's room in Luke's place

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Ayden Thompson

A gestured wave towards his dear friend and then a nod to the two others that sat upon the couch across from them, Ayden was venturing his way out of the room with Beth leading the way. He had been to Jack’s house many times; however, if he were to count on his fingers how many times he remained sober while attending this residence, he’d be stuck on just one hand. The patterns of the flooring spiked memories of drinking down red bull and vodka that had been fermented with red liquorice overnight, which brought no surprise when he power-chucked red bile into the toilet bowl the following day. A gaze towards the walls that were decorated with loving memories in frames and masterpieces to reflect the family’s art taste brought on a stinging sensation as his mind flickered back to the time he had dislocated his wrist from jumping off the roof and trying to land on the grass with ease - all while he had been high off of… something, he honestly couldn’t remember.

Ayden’s eyes dragged along the hallway, memories coming and going like the sea kissing the shoreline before running off once more. As Beth found a room that wasn’t preoccupied, Ayden had almost questioned her if she was expecting him to piss in the vase that stood with power on the dresser in the corner. That was until she gestured towards the ensuite door of the bedroom and commented for him to ‘enjoy’. Entering the bedroom, he closed the door behind the pair of them - and unintentionally, subconsciously, locked the door behind him. Safe - the word echoed in his mind for a moment, tracing along helium balloon-shaped memories that kept bobbling up and down as he attempted to keep them tucked away.

He was a man on a mission, and without a care in the world, he made his way straight to the ensuite to sort himself out. Not even bothering to close the door behind him, leaving it ajar for the world to see and hear, he sighed with contentment as he relieved himself at the toilet. Once finished, he went to wash his hands before pausing for a moment. Normally, by now, the high would be starting to make it’s way through his system. The last time he had tried this stuff, it had worked within minutes. But here he was, still feeling nothing. His hand dug into the pocket of his jeans, picking out the small bag his friend had gifted them moments prior. Maybe… just a little bit more? He glanced around himself, checking to see what Beth was doing. Once he noticed she was glancing outside, it gave him the green light to go ahead; creating a small opening and tapped the smallest amount upon the side of his hand. Without hesitation, he brought it up to his nose, blocked his other nostril with his finger, and took a deep inhale to vacuum up the powder.

Right. Let’s see what that will do

Once he placed the little bag away once more, and washed his hands, Ayden made his way out to where Beth. The people below them looked nothing more like the common ape you would find in any zoo, and he and Beth were the spectators, finding pure enjoyment in their stupidity. Ayden let out a soft puff of air through his teeth as he attempted to stifle the chuckle that was building up in his chest as he watched the chaos below them. And then it hit him - a surge of energy ran through his spine and shot from his fingers like lightning. He was suddenly becoming very aware of his heart beat that was starting to build up momentum with each passing second. “Right,” he huffed, placing his hands upon his hips. “Drunk, drugged and dick wet. We’ve done some drinking… we’ve done some drugs. Now just the dick wetting to go.”

And then it dawned on him.
Beth was someone he could get his dick wet with.

Nonchalantly, Ayden turned his attention towards the girl before speaking with such a casual tone. “How about it?” he asked her so calmly and smoothly, nodding his head towards the empty bed that stood behind them like a sore thumb. “You wanna go?” Now, while Beth didn’t respond with anything verbally, the girl stood there with a smirk on her face. A shrug and a lip bite were presented to him, and Ayden took that as approval for this… transaction, I suppose. With zero aversion, the boy took little strides between the pair to close the distance; his hands raised, taking hold of her face, and his lips directly pressed against hers as their bodies provided warmth to one and another. There had been no second-guessing nor any questioning. Beth could’ve been a polluted murky river filled with piranhas, and Ayden still would’ve dived head-first into her with no hesitation.

Within seconds of their lips meeting, he could feel his heartbeat starting to grow. Goosebumps formed across his skin, and he felt like a surge of power was going to erupt through his body. For once, in a very long time, he was starting to feel again. Excitement rattled his chest, and the only way he could express it was through his actions. Kisses that once started as a gentle glide through uncharted waters progressed within a matter of seconds to a freestyle stroke. Ayden removed his hands from Beth momentarily as he dragged off his unbuttoned flannel shirt and flung it to the floor, all while maintaining the coordination of the kiss. Upon his hands returning to Beth, they found themselves on her hips before lowering down and jolting the petite girl up - encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. A smirk danced along his face for the few seconds they pulled apart for him to lift her up with such ease before he dived right back into that hungry kiss.

Had he ever thought that he and Beth would ever hook up? Of course not. Did he ever think of her in that sort of way or saw her in that light? Honestly, no. But at this moment, she was the only thing he wanted. He wanted to inhale her like the white powder scattered along Jake’s anime plate. Was it the drugs or a new infatuation that was causing this sensation to run through his body? He wasn’t too sure.

It just felt nice to finally feel again, I suppose.

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  Looking down at the party below Beth finished her drink before placing her now empty cup down on the table beside her. The sounds of drunk teenagers cheering and chanting filled the air while the heavy bass from the song playing through the speakers below made the house feel as though it was vibrating. Her eyes scanned the crowd hanging around the pool, people smoking, others making out ...and... wait was that ... yep... Cathy from Biology throwing up in a bush.. poor girl
  
  Lost in the chaos below them and the almost overwhelming tingling sensation of the drugs and alcohol beginning to interlock in her bloodstream, Beth didn't notice Ayden standing beside her, his voice almost making her jump from the shock.
  
  She turned to face him as he spoke and couldn't help the slight roll of her eyes as he recited his plan once again. If anything at least he was consistent. She had expected him to say goodbye, to leave her there whilst he embarked on the hunt for his last and glorious D but his next words took her completely by surprise and she bit her lip. A small smirk playing on her lips as she thought over the arrangement for a second before slightly shrugging her shoulders as if to say sure why not
  
  Beth would be lying if she said she had ever thought of Ayden in this way, but to be honest she didn't really think of anyone this way until it happened, sex was ... well sex, it's nice, i's quick and it's something that normally gets done in the heat of the moment. She never went looking for it but if she ended up bent over a table at the end of the night then it was a pretty good night.
  
  Beth had always believed this was the general human outlook on sex, it wasn't until her friends asked what had happened to make her like this that Beth even realised it was unhealthy, but in this case at least she knew Ayden she supposed...
  
  Their lips met and the instant butterflies took Beth completely by surprise, was it the drugs or the drink or did she like Ayden. Pushing all thoughts to the back of her head Beth allowed her body to thoughtlessly give in to the sensations she was experiencing as she felt him lift her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist and her arms finding their way around the back of his neck, her fingers trailing his back as she found herself getting lost deeper into the kiss.
  
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  A small smile played on her lips as a sudden familiar feeling took over her being, it was almost nostalgic like they had been here before but it couldn't be they had never done anything like this.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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Ayden Thompson

If the people down below were nothing more than caged animals presented in an artificial replica of their habitat, then he the fool who ran the circus that travelled from town to town with no real place to call home. Excitement coursed through their bodies upon discovering that the other was just as keen, escalating the performance. The show was just beginning, and Ayden was nothing more than a performer wanting to please the audience. Confident strikes landed them at the foot of the bed that he playfully chucked the girl upon.

The first thing to go was the girl’s chunky boots, and with Ayden being the absolute gentleman he was, he was the one to untie and tug them off along with her socks. Once that task had been completed, he stood before the end of the bed, his heart racing faster than his breath could keep up. A smirk on his face, his eyes never leaving Beth’s as he stood there unbuckling his belt and slipped off socks and shoes with his feet. The performer continued to prepare his costume for tonight’s display, tearing off his white shirt in one motion, revealing those watercoloured yellow and brown bruises that trailed up his arms. And then, finally, dropped the rest of his clothes to stand there in his full costume in confidence.

Almost as if he had done this performance for far too long.

Without missing a beat, their lips reconnected once more; one hand used to support his weight from crushing her, and the other worked on removing the belt from around her waist. Once unbuckled, a small devilish chuckle sneaked past his lips. For his first trick of the night, he was going to need the volunteer from the audience to be restrained. But first, she too would need a costume change if she was going to assist him with this trick. The dress was unzipped and removed, chuckled off to the side of the bed upon the floor, revealing the first half of the costume. Silently, he took hold of her wrists and placed them crisscrossed over her head, against the railing of the bedboard. And once in the perfect position, took hold of her belt and weaved them through.

Double cuffed, unable to move, the volunteer was finally ready to make her debut in the performance.

The performer intensely resumed his act, the drug in his system now spiking every thought, touch and desire. Beth was a new adventure that came without a map, and Ayden wanted to explore every inch of it. Lips that had once been locked in a fierce passionate kiss began to travel, ensuring to visit and mark each freckle, bump, lump, crease, scar and dip that it could find. Hands travelled freely along the land as if it was their own to claim, wanting nothing more than to make whatever it touched feel weak and vulnerable. Never once was his mouth used to speak, for this was a silent performanc with no lines. But it didn’t seem to bother the girl as the responses he receieved was the confirmation he needed to move onwards to act two, removing all items from her that may cover up the costume needed for this particular scene.

It was in the midst of playing lip service to the girl that a sudden thought fluttered through his mind. For once, in a very long time, he was actually feeling something. While he may not have been on the receiving end of all of this, his heart thrashed in his chest, and there was a weight in the pit of his stomach fueled by the exhilaration of all of this. Was this what it was meant to feel like? And just as this thought slunk into the back of his mind, releasing a rush full of endorphins, his lucky audience member was also experiencing a euphoric, toe scrunching downpour of her own. So much so, she let a cry slip past her lips, exclaiming the performer’s name. The wail met his ears and for a moment, he had been unsure if it had been in a state of pleasure or in pain. It only took a microsecond after though for it to unlock a suppressed memory that had been buried deep in his subconscious. A gaze upwards and towards the girl’s face only re-establish the core memory his brain had attempted to store away in the ‘please, for the love of God, never remember this, Ayden’ folder.

And just like that, the stage lights were abruptly switched on.
The audience members were shooed away.
The actors had gone home.
The show was over.

In a quick, eerily silent swift move, Ayden rose from his position. Hands once placed firmly upon the girl’s body, traveling to uncharted territories, were now used to push himself off the bed and aid in collecting his clothes. Gathering his items, taking his time to place them on one by one, he ignored the audience’s pleads; her concerns, her boos and her review of the whole experience. After all, what else would you expect from a free show? His heart only progressed to thunderously beat in his chest, echoing in his ears, as he sat on the edge of the bed to quickly place his shoes and socks on. No matter what Beth was saying, it was falling onto deaf ears as the boy’s brain slowly tried to process not only what was happening, but had had happened. The images that had flickered before his very eyes like a poorly stored and maintained film had no permission to live in his head rent free; but there they remained, determined to find residency there no matter what.

A heavy, shaky, deep exhale slipped past his lips as he took a second to remember to breathe as he sat there at the foot of the bed. He needed to get more drunk. More drugged. And if possible, more dick wet. Because what he was feeling before was long gone, having fallen into a deep dark hole of distress and despair, and the only thing he could feel now was the hollowness in the pit of his gut. So, without even a gaze back to Beth, he pushed himself off of the bed and ventured towards the bedroom door, exiting it. Not even bothering to take a look back or to close the door fully for the poor girl who laid upon the bed not only exposed, but unable to free herself from the make-shift belt handcuffs.

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jack watched as beth and ayden let themselves out, offering two fingers up as goodbye though a bit too late for either of them to catch. the open door momentarily allowed the music from downstairs to make an appearance–going for 2000’s top hits it seemed. promptly, he turned up what leon had chosen on the speakers to counteract. nothing against rnb remixes, but he was a bit too emo to enjoy them right now. or any time really. leon and thelma wouldn’t mind–they seemed contented on the couch watching some movie he couldn’t recognize at the moment.

“shit. i forgot about the waturr.” he said, taking a step over the table to grab his phone. “ima go gett itt.”

stumbling out the door, jack threw his hood over–squinting his eyes through the very dimly lit hallway until the colored leds hit him at the top of the staircase. looking down, it looked fairly steeper than he remembered though he made his way down at normal pace. he’d made it down these hardwood steps soused with a lot worse in his bloodstream than just alcohol and cocaine. it was kind of funny how drunk he felt–usually it took him way more to feel the effects so strongly. though, he guessed it was fine--rehab definitely worked out some things. his current state of drunkenness met at that perfect medium–slightly able to walk and unable to overthink (specifically wendy-related thoughts). though he did conjure up some funny, rather intrusive thoughts. in that moment, jack wished he was with laury. where is he anyway? jack hadn’t seen them since they’d both arrived hours ago, though he was most likely off socializing with some crowd. that was ok. if he had been there to be informed, he’d laugh and that was enough.

now at the base, jack moved through the ridiculously crowded congregation and towards the light of the kitchen. once on the tile, he took a deep breath of relief that he wasn’t astringed by a hundred people anymore. there was virtually nobody in the kitchen–just a handful of people all assumably out of place nor really seemed in contact with one and other. jack would barely notice though–making a beeline for the stack of solo cups on the island so he could get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. lazily taking two out, he then turned around and started filling the two cups with ice.

oh

very discreetly, his eyes scanned the girl standing against the dishwasher adjacent from him at the fridge. head down, she was taking small sips out of her own cup and he couldn’t really tell if she was here alone based on the small peek he allowed himself to take. she looks alone.

he put the cups down to be filled and as they did, jack allowed himself another look. he liked her sweater. stripey and green–similar to something he’d thrifted in his own closet though the item was a lot more worn down than her own. in contrast to everyone else, she actually looked kinda dressed for the january weather. and pretty cute. come to think of it, he’d internally acknowledged her outfit the other day when she’d shown up with haru at his house too. it was strange to see her at luka’s house though–he was sure he'd never seen her around prior. ‘wonder why she's by her self.. the sound of the spouting water fell idly to his hearing as he watched–eyes to and from the ground and the small clip of her in his peripherals.

only the splash of cold water on his fingertips jerked him out of it. “shit.” he muttered under his breath, turning the switch off and drinking from the cup that had overfilled. instinct told him to move forward–get the hell upstairs and back to the hideout immediately, but jack was pretty drunk. and drunk jack meant a newfound confidence not much in his brain could keep him from at least attempting to convey.

hey. you’re miyu, right?

placing the cups back down on the island, he approached and threw back the hood covering the top of his head. “hey.” jack’s voice, low and very clearly slurred, “you’re miyu right? i’m jack.. are you–like.. with anybody here?”

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drugs, mentions of physical violence

luke tellegio

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eh, time to get fucked up

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his epic house party in magnolia hills

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the whole billy ordeal was a nuisance. while all respect for him was thrown out the door, he couldn’t really say he didn't expect behavior like this from him. NO ONE wanted emily and him together–including himself, though he remained more neutral about it than lauren or jack since they were technically decent friends. emphasis on 'were' of course. fucking dick. luka definitely didn’t see him to be getting physical with her whatsoever and that pissed him off to no end. he’d have to contain the urge to act out about it though; be mature and carry on for emily’s sake. he’d never seen her so shaken up before and it put a bitter taste in his mouth. thankfully, billy’s exit from the premises was easier than he braced for.

it was still annoying though. instead of being his normal party host self, he’d had to deal with stupid, messy children and a potential brawl. forced to be more ‘host’ rather than ‘party’ than he wanted to be–it was exhausting. maybe dramatic, but really not what he envisioned for this party. luka hadn’t even seen calli anywhere. sad face.

at least from now it’d be smooth sailing. (manifesting)

after devotchka kult girl and mr. anger issues were gone, luka took a bottle from his parent’s table side and poured them both tall glasses of french rosé–spending the next twenty or so talking with emily on the floor. he’d try to make her laugh, with much success, and the drinks were already starting to cheer her up. “ahhh, fuck him. boys suck.” he commented humourously, throwing his lighter in the air and catching it as they spoke, “oh i know, we should get some drugs--on me. then uhhh, i don’t know maybe find laury or jack and annoy the shit out of them. now that–sounds fun.” luka joked though amused with the thought. standing up, he set both of their empty glasses back on the table. technically, he was NOT supposed to be in the master but it was cool. he’d clean it up tomorrow.

with emily close behind, the two left the room together and kept ahead through the hallway towards the studio room.

luka swung the door open, abruptly halting at the sight of leon and thelma ainsley sitting on the couch–his hook up mid-line. also, jack: nowhere to be found. “oh hey.” he spoke nervelessly, giving a nod and picking up his pants from sagging as they walked through--no trace of acknowledgement the two of them had definitely fucked just hours before. he glanced at the music lines on the screen left by jack on his recording laptop, then back at leon. “where’s jack? bathroom?”

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Mystical Chloe darted through the river of parked cars when she had Eino follow her with their almost-dead weight. She didn’t care about the cold pavement hitting her bare foot as she trotted and weaves from car to car, a perk about living in the nicest part of the city was the smooth paved roads. Chloe made it to the finish line, the “public” street when a bright light shined on her. A galaxy emerging in front of her as she was looked over like deer in headlights before her body pulled back to get out of the way.

She laughed maniacally as the car honked at her before it peeled into the side of the road. “Sommmeone’ss late to the parrtteeeee!!!” She taunted the person, walking away backwards in the wrong direction of her house. Even if she was sober, she’d wouldn’t recognize them anyways as she laughed maniacally at her almost death. Instead of prancing forward, she grappled Eino’s arm even though the European carried a heavy sleeping child.

“Tell me about the wonders of your land. Do you fear the fairies too?” She whispered as she pulled them forward to the house she felt most comfortable. She didn’t want the fairies to know she was learning all their secrets as she looked both ways of the street… Not for safety reasons, she was actually turned around and leading them to her old house. Chloe always had a hard time adjusting to new places, something she pretended to be fine with. Always repeating that she wanted to embrace the chaos… She liked ideas more than actually implementing them into her daily life.

Before her family moved to the Magnolia neighborhood, she used to live in South Central in a little craftsman style bungalow. She loved that place but her dads’ were given a proposition from the city: take this money or we’ll take your house for free. It was more of a threat but Chloe’s dad would explain in detailed what eminent domain was to a small and teary eyed Chloe. The first house in Magnolia was nice although it took Chloe a whole year to adjust and accept it as her home, and right when she perfected her humble abode, her dads sat her down and said they'd be moving once again. The couple decided it was time to retire, already set eyes on a nicer mansion home on the north side in Magnolia Hills instead. Where the real snobby people lived. This time, she didn't cry, from years of teasing at school, Chloe was just fine with how the wind drifted.

Her childhood home was demolished shortly after they moved, the second home was being rented out for random people who didn't like Chloe's neon green room, and she was taking her sweet time enjoying the house her dads promised would be their forever home. The house whispers to her every so often about cherishing smaller moments, and she obliged the feeling. She still loved her second home, maybe that was why she mindlessly took her two passengers down that way instead. The heart wants what the heart wants... And her feet were regretting the five block walk.

"This leads into the back." She giggled as she rushed over to the side gate. Everything looked exactly the same from what she remembered. The vein ridden fence with the beautiful slate walkway were untouched by the new renters. A family friend in dire need... Her dads were always willing to help people who needed a place to stay, and it was a big reason why Chloe didn't protest when they moved for the second time. "We can resurrect the sleeping prince if we please the fairies with a dance ritual." Her knowledge of the wiccan practice and her childish imagination had merged into this weird concoction of all wrongs.

Winter Bird
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Spencer was up and at 'em. As he made his way down the hall to the nursery, his mother popped her head out of her room. "I've got it, Ma. Go back to sleep." He yawned, dismissing his mother from baby duty. He had laid down and made the baby, and he was going to take responsibility for her. Paisley's cries got louder as he continued to the end of the hall where her nursery stood. Spencer gently pushed the door open, finding Paisley standing in her crib, holding onto it because she was still wobbly on her chubby little legs. She'd soon be crawling - and Spencer wasn't looking forward to it. Sure, she would be meeting another milestone, but she'd eventually be walking, and then running. Chasing after her would be even more exhausting. But, he loved his baby girl, and nothing would ever change that.

"What's wrong, princess? You hungry?" Spencer pulled Paisley up from her crib and into his arms, shifting her so that she was resting on his hip. "Don't worry, Daddy's got you covered." he cooed, kissing the top of her head. He made his way downstairs, to the kitchen, with her still a little fussy in his arms. It was usually about the time that she wanted a bottle. Spencer still had her on formula on account of the lack of breast milk available - she was small for her age, but otherwise healthy. As he prepared the bottle, he stifled yet another yawn. He rarely got any sleep - from school to parenting, he was itching for a nap. But he didn't want to leave all the work to his mom, even though she always offered to help.

Spencer grabbed a bib, securing it around Paisley's neck. She had a tendency to drool, and he had just changed her onesie not too long ago. So unless she had a blowout, he would try to keep her as clean as possible. "Ready, P?" He twisted the lid to her bottle, testing the warm milk against his skin before putting it into her mouth. She sucked hungrily on the bottle as he walked into the living room, situating both of them comfortably on the couch. It was the same old routine - Paisley drinking her bottle, Spencer watching her to make sure she was okay. It's how it had always been since the day she was born.

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