Realistic or Modern Haven Falls

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Adrian Carter Brown

the hockey guy

It seemed everything was going alright. At least that was the idea that Adrian had on his mind. There wasn’t any indicator that Jonah wasn’t having a good time. Was he thrilled and excited, no but he didn’t have a look that he was obligated to be there, so that was somehow a start. After all, there was a difference between spending time with your cousin who usually came during the holidays for a couple of days, to him now living with your family and you were assigned the task of making his stay somehow interesting, despite that Haven Falls, didn’t have that much to offer against a city like Seattle.

Or maybe he was a natural at playing it cool, but still, he noticed Jonah’s surprise when Adrian grabbed the hard seltzer. Still, he let out a small chuckle when he commented about not knowing that Adrian had drunk or how he wouldn’t break his golden boy image to his parents.

“Well, you have never asked before. And besides me drinking at parties, it’s not a subject that could be discussed during Thanksgiving, you know?”

But now the surprised one was Adrian, as he saw his cousin being done with his first can and starting the second one.

“Someone seems a bit thirsty tonight,”

Adrian said teasingly before he took a sip of his drink.

“No, I am not seeing anyone, at least not yet. But mark my words this year, I am asking Claudia Jean on a date. And if I am lucky enough before the season is over, she is going to be at the game cheering from the stands with a jersey with my number on it.”

He said with a confident smile.

“I am sure you don’t have a clue who I am talking to, but you will probably recognize who she is once you go to class. After all, she is part of the trio of cheerleaders that everyone at school knows; but Claudia Jean it’s the easiest to identify. She is the only one who doesn’t look like she could kill you if you have wronged her.”

He added with a small chuckle.

“But what about you? Are you still going out with... what was her name? Destiny, right? Did you two give the long-distance a chance? I think I remember you two were dating since your freshman year.”

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Wes.

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a little dopesick, itching to score

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Lacey

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Bentley's Party

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Wes hummed softly at the girl’s offer of chips, it wasn’t dope, but it was better than nothing “Not exactly what I had in mind, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.” He said, grabbing a few chips and cracking them under his teeth a moment later. He offered her a nod, a silent ‘thanks.’

He glanced around the room and the random teens milling around. Seriously? None of these kids had anything? This town really was a dump. One of the many faces that passed by had been some random girl in, was that a cowboy hat? A random choice for a house party, but the Tennessean in him had to approve, he gave her a similar nod as the one he gave the other girl as she brushed by. There was a slight whiff of tobacco wafting off her, good to know that there was indeed the old standby of cigarettes to be nabbed somewhere in this palace.

He turned his focus back to the first girl, the one with the chips

“I’ve got no clue who’s hosting this either. So,”

He shrugged, eating a few more chips

“We’ve got that in common.”

It was the driest of all dry conversation starters, but if he was gonna be hiding out in the middle of nowhere for a while the least he could do was try to fit in on the surface. There would be time for exploring the presumably seedy underbelly of this suburban nightmare later on.

After finishing off the few chips in his hand he took his own attempt at rifling through the cabinets. Random tupperware, nah, paper plates, nope, half empty liquor bottles, perfect. Wes reached in and grabbed the nearest bottle of brown liquor. Ideally he would prefer whiskey but anything that would help take the edge of the tension under his brow would help.

“Looks like you were right.”

He removed the top and took a pull, not bothering to pour it into a cup. Who cares? He nodded it in her direction

“Not what I hoped for, but it’ll do.”

He mused, leaning on a nearby countertop.

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Everest Park

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verest Park rolled into the party with a full Jeep, a shirt, shorts, and socks.

Now, the painted Jeep was empty, his phone was dead—thanks to his anticlimactic but cheerful spams to Dahlia—and his thoughts were a tantalising, consumptive pan from “I’m cheating on provolone with Pepper Jack, but at least I never cheated on Amy” to “Why do I always lose at beer pong?”

Far from his ex, friends, and an extravaganza of trivial details, he stood outside in the backyard, in the freshly immersed Italian garden—legs apart, no shirt, no shoes—leaning fastidiously forward to savor a thick, juicy burger.

It was unalloyed gold, that burger in crinkle wrap.

It was a tiered mess of grain, blazed meat, concentrated tomatoes, caramelized onions and lettuce. It tasted lively as the summer spent dazing on Amy’s lap out in the park and yet as cheap as the belt that made a crumbling man like his father feel smartly dressed and superior.

A flat pathway light was partly crushed under his sock, indecorously saturating his face and body with hard perimeters and contours which sunken him an appearance much more meaner and brutish than he was.

In the foliage of the backyard, there also was a dog trotting nearby with a wagging tail that looked like a hen’s leg.

Dig through the geraniums. I know you want to.

He rooted for the dog or was it a cat? Or was it a bunny?

Everest Park was beginning to distrust his own vision.

His interest in the animal abated and he retreated to the sticky little counter for water. Everest had five stupid glasses of water, so there was no way he was drunk. His will was always firm. How else would he drive Atlas home?

But as the fifth glassful of water was gulped, a puddle-some of it spread like branches from the sills, flowing down his bare torso in cold, icicled streams. There was a dim foreboding that something was reservedly off.

Everest knew so when his whole world wobbled over flashing his chin inwards towards his neck. He knew so from how his rapid glancing was more accurately slow glancing. Doing such meager movements activated thick moisture in his lashes.

In spite of all the monologues disrupting in his brain, he noticed a stranger lingering out from the number of people on the landing of the groomed lawn.

“Oh hi,” Everest said in a sunny tenor, his lips rosy, giddy, and vibrating, “You want a bite?”

He gazed at her with a half hung mouth because it occurred to him that the girl in front of him wasn’t a hen or a bunny or a cat or a dog, but truly a gorgeous girl.

She was the thief of his night in her small petite cashmere sweater; could anyone have more darker and jaunted eyes?

“Not of me. I hope. I don’t hope?” he coveted fliration meaninglessly, a grandiloquent grin thriving on his mouth.

On the other hand, his swollen eyes were dropping asleep.

Suddenly, he roused again to take a bite out of his burger, entirely losing the thread of his offer.

He blissfully chewed once more. The burger was like a house in an tsunami; the bread scaffolds were collapsing, the orange buffalo and ranch sauce were trickling down his hand, and the lettuce was swimming loose.

Then bewildered again that there was a girl in front of him watching him, Everest swallowed and in a fit of recovery, launched, “I’m Everest. Jersey #17. Volleyball player. MTBI: ESFJ. Favorite color blue and orange. I have a propunded- property- profound -forget it. What do you need to know? I have not sold my soul to the devil, but I would so sell it to you. My phone’s dead, and my friends are looking for me. Maybe. Possibly. I don't know. I don’t have a burner. And, you can write your number anywhere you want on me. Anywhere...”

“Yeah,” he self-assuredly nodded, swaying and blushing, “You want a drink? Actually, you can’t trust boys with that but you can trust me because I would trust me.”

As if on cue, the burger slipped right through his fingers, tumbling to the pavement with a nondramatic plop. But Everest Park didn’t notice. He was too busy smiling like some fairy-tale princess who’d just discovered that she in fact didn’t want to save herself. World peace—was simply at reach by being a damsel in distress.

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Jacinta slammed her bedroom door and grabbed her skateboard. She couldn’t listen to another second of her grandmother’s friends gossiping like middle schoolers about the parish parents at Silver Lakes Catholic Church. The more time Jacinta spent around them, the more grateful she was that she hadn’t been raised here. Haven Falls trailer park wasn’t glamorous, but at least it wasn’t suffocating like this place. She headed downstairs quickly. The tidy, two-story condo smelled like apple pie and freshly baked scones, but the air was icy. Several heads turned her way, their expressions tightening as they took in her scruffy crimson baseball cap, oversized white tee, and baggy grey jeans.

“Jacinta Choi. Where do you think you’re going?”

She glared at her grandmother, irritation flickering as she jammed her sneakers on without untying them. “There’s a high school Football game on,” she said, her tone daring a challenge. Her grandmother gave her a sharp look, but she wasn’t about to make a scene in front of her friends, “Well, okay then, dear. Don’t be back too late.”

Jacinta knew she would pay for this later- her grandmother hated when she came down looking “like this” in front of her friends- but right now she didn’t care. She just needed to escape. Her heel finally sunk into her shoe and she wasted no time opening the door “Mmhm, bye nan” She said hastily over her shoulder.

Outside, her grandfather was pruning his little rose garden, his hunched figure and kind eyes a stark contrast to the sharpness of his wife. He was so gentle and accepting, the polar opposite of her grandmother. She didn’t know how he put up with her bitterness.

“Just heading to a football game, Granddad,” she said with a genuine smile.

He nodded, offering her a lift, but she gestured to her skateboard. “I’m good. Thanks.”

Once she hit the pavement, her worries started to fade, carried off by the wind whipping through her long black hair. As the familiar rhythm of the skateboard beneath her feet took over, she felt her worries scatter. For a moment it was like she could outrun the tangled mess of thoughts that usually weighed her down. By the time she had made it to the game it was just about to start. Jacinta found a high up spot in the grandstand. She wasn’t close enough to make out faces, but she knew he was there, and that was enough to make her chest ache.

Against her better judgment, she’d tried to change him into someone he wasn’t. Seven years of friendship—one of those years as something more—had unravelled in a single moment of selfishness. She knew she was partly to blame. She’d demanded a commitment he wasn’t ready for. But still, how could he just walk away like that?

When the final whistle blew, she grabbed her board, her stomach growling louder than her thoughts. Rudy’s was on the way home—or so she told herself. At Rudy’s, she grabbed a bag of chili beef jerky and lingered in the parking lot, scrolling through her buzzing phone.

The first notification was from Lacey, her ex-best friend. Jacinta had reached out earlier to ease the awkward tension between them since they’d ended up at the same school. To her surprise, Lacey had invited her to lunch. Maybe things weren’t as broken as they seemed. Sitting alone every lunch period wasn’t just lonely—it made her a target. She’d already attracted the unwelcome attention of the school president, Quinn, and she wasn’t keen on reliving her primary school ordeal.

The second message stopped her mid-bite. Drake. Her breath caught.

Months of silence, and now, out of nowhere, this?

“What the actual fuck,” she muttered, reading his casual text. His tone made her blood boil, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t ghosted her.

Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. Was this some kind of joke? A cry for help? She knew he had mood swings and a history of overindulging in…certain substances. Despite her irritation she still found herself worrying about him. Against her better judgment, she asked if he was okay. Twice. Both messages were ignored, fuelling her simmering rage.

Another buzz. She groaned, half-expecting more of his nonsense, but it was Lacey again. She’d mentioned a party earlier, and on a whim, Jacinta decided to check it out.

Drake’s next text came as she skated toward Bentley’s house. He asked her if she was going to the party at Bentley’s.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to play it cool.

“Maybe,” she replied with a shrug emoji.

“You should.”

The ride to the party was a long one, and by the time she got there it was in full swing. The music was loud enough to drown out her thoughts and the place was packed enough for her to meld into the background and observe. Hiding her board in the Hedges by the gate she confidently strutted right on into the gathering like she belonged there. The first mission was to locate some liquid courage and to dump the rest of the snacks she’d bought down in the kitchen. She entered the house like she owned the place, eyes scanning for familiar faces. She headed through the crowds of drunk teenagers and happened upon the kitchen. Bound to be something to drink there.

The kitchen was as crowded as the rest of the house, but Jacinta spotted Lacey right away, leaning against the counter. Her back was to Jacinta, conversing with someone she didn’t recognize. Jacinta grabbed a half-empty vodka bottle from the cupboard and poured herself a drink before walking over. “Hey Lacey, I dropped by Rudy’s if you were hungry.” She said cheerfully, placing her plastic bag filled with packets of chips and nuts down on the bench. Then looked at the other male. Handsome, she noticed. “Hopefully I didn’t interrupt something here” She said with a wink directed towards her friend “I’m Jacinta” She greeted nonchalantly.

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Felix McClair

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Felix took Jordy's hand to place the necklace on her palm. "You're welcome." He spoke in a dry manner. He took a seat on a stool at the marble-covered kitchen island to have more one-on-one time with the bottle of vodka. Jordy's snacks were occupying a good portion of the counter space. Like a kid that refused to eat his vegetables he wrinkled his nose as he gazed at the abundance of unhealthy, pushing the pile further away from him.

Slipping dangerously close to doomscrolling his mind, he flicked the bottle cap about the counter. Alcohol was a depressant for sure, not really doing any favors for his already less than joyful mood. Until his phone uttered a long anticipated sound and this particular text message had reached him, he had feared he'd have to brave through the rest of the night fueled by mere booze, and thus have to deal with a killer hangover for the second time in a row.

But now that Carmen, his so called adoptive big sister would come to the rescue, he was no longer forced to drown his angst in the colorless liquor. His mood received an immediate boost as he read the message. Now more excited rather than gloomy he was already walking out of the kitchen, the vodka bottle securely in the pocket of his jacket to allow both hands freedom for quicker typing. To hell with proper grammar and spam avoidance, as usual.

wow abandoning ur post like that TSK TSK
lol jk
fuck yeah i want it!
in the kitchen but
ill come find u
DONT MOVE!!!

Felix tucked his phone inside the back pocket of his jeans as he once again navigated through the residence in search of someone. Thankfully, it wasn't all that hard to spot Carmen clad in her distinctive denim jacket. "Dude, where my ganja at?" He inquired and grabbed her shoulder with a slightly more firm grip than he intended to ensure her attention. Amidst his incremental state of intoxication he somehow managed to whip his vodka-wielding hand in a way that repelled some liquid out of the bottle he was practically strangling with a subconscious death grip. The bottle cap he had misplaced at some point, likely when he was playing with it back in the kitchen. The outcome of that was now all over the face of a random guy, unfortunate enough to be situated behind him.

"Whoops!" Felix exclaimed with a spoonful of accidental mockery as he spun around on his heels to confront the person. "Looks like ya got a little something on your face..." His amusement about the situation was obvious. He barely managed to finish his sentence before cracking up, instinctively clamping hand over his mouth as he 'admired' the result of this tiny mishap. He wasn't even particularly looking to pick up a fight. Despite that, not for a second did it cross his mind to apologize to the recipient of the impromptu vodka facial. There were much more important matters at hand, namely replacing the oxygen in his lungs with some sweet sweet pot smoke. He turned around to face Carmen again, about to suggest if they should step outside for a spliff break.


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Lemon Boy

Someone seems a bit thirsty tonight.
Adrian teased.

“Oh yeah, parched."

Jonah fired back with a grin of his own. He wasn't much of a drinker. Not like this anyway. Hard seltzers- they just weren't the type of drink his Dad would offer him. The Montgomery men drank whiskey. Or for something lighter? A good old fashioned beer. Nothing flashy or flavored. He was accustomed to the burn and the hop- something this White Claw didn't quite have.
But the light buzz that was creeping up on Jonah? He thanked God that it was a universal state brought on by all alcohol (even the inferior ones.)

Joey listened to Adrian gush about Claudia Jean.

Two first names. Wait- was Jean a first name? The teen took sip after fruity sip as he pondered the question. Sure there was Jean Grey but did comic characters count? Gene Simmons! No, not really a ‘Jean’.

Shit.

He'd stopped paying attention. Jonah chided himself.

"That's cool man. You'll have to point her out to me.”

Jonah patted his cousins back once, putting a little more power behind it than he meant to, sending a bit of Adrian's drink flying.

If I am lucky enough before the season is over, she is going to be at the game cheering from the stands with a jersey with my number on it.

The truth was just a few short weeks ago Jonah would've been saying the same sorts of things about his girlfriend.

No- Ex-girlfriend.

When Adrian asked about Destiny, more specifically if they were going to give long distance a try, he was reminded of his big dirty secret. Shame tightened his throat.

“No, it just didn't work out. Guess she is someone's Destiny but she isn't mine.”

The alcohol made the corny line sound better to him than it was.

Jonah wanted to tell him the truth- the whole truth. But not tonight. Not when Adrian was trying so hard to lift him up, Joey decided it was about time to attempt to return the favor.

“Okay cuz- you brought me to this party. So let's party.”

He put on a happy face.

"You’re gonna finish that drink and then you're getting a second one. Your school just won the big game- let's celebrate!”

He held up his can to ‘clink’ with Adrian's.

“Now about this Claudia Jean- is she here tonight? Because I think it's about time you made a move. Life's too short to sit here pining, Adrian.”

 

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C'est Le Vie

In the kitchen. I'll come find u. DON'T MOVE!!!

Dark brown eyes rolled practically into the back of her head. She hated waiting around. The staying in place was- grating. Luckily though Felix didn't leave her standing around long.

Dude, where my ganja at?

The smell of alcohol wafted off his breath. Was he really already trashed? The splash of alcohol flying out of Felix's hands and toward the face of an innocent bystander answered yes.

Whoops! Looks like you got a little something on your face.

His words were dripping in snark. Part of her respected his complete disregard for authority. But the other part had to take into consideration this wasn't just a party.

This was Bentley's party.

They were- well not together. Not even close. But they'd almost been...once or twice. Sometimes they flirted with the idea and then he'd find someone else and well, Carmen wasn't one to beg. Hell she hadn't even gotten an invitation to his party, but here she was looking out for him. it didn't seem fair for him to get him in trouble because two drunk idiots got into a fight and broke his Mother's favorite vase or something.

So, in an attempt to minimize any potential public property damage, Carmen endeavored damage control with the wet-faced partygoer.

“So sorry, you see- it's this guy's first big highschool party. I'm sure you remember your first highschool party? I know mine was not pretty. Let's just say there was tequila and hot cheetos EVERYWHERE.”

When the stranger seemed to commiserate Carmen grabbed hold of Felix’s arm maybe a little too tightly (this time it was her turn to ensure his attention).

“We were actually just heading outside to see if a little fresh night air might help sober him. Right Felix?”

She didn't wait for an answer. Dragging him by the arm to the backyard like a drunk puppy on a leash.

When they were safely outside and the door was shut behind them Carmen dropped the serious act, elbowing the younger boy playfully in the ribs.

“I can't believe you just gave that guy a Vodka facial. You know you're lucky I was here, that guy is no joke. I've seen him get into fist fights over waaaaaay smaller things.”

At atleast she was pretty sure it was that guy...

The teen clapped her hands together in declaration

“Now onto more important matters-”

She reached behind her ear and produced the
joint then into her own jacket pocket to produce a lighter. The together Carmen presented them to Felix like one might a sword and shield

“Care to do the honors?”

While he fiddled his newly acquired objects she kept talking.

“Sorry, that's all I have on me, I gotta go down to Rest Ya’ Head on Wednesday to meet up with Sketchy to uh-”

Carmen leaned in closer and accompanied her now hushed tone with a pair of air quotes

“Replenish the stock.”

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[Winona]

Dahlia Blake

@barbiedahl has interacted with:
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She took the vodka from him, her grip on the neck of the bottle tightening as she tried to bite her tongue from snapping at Byron about anything else. And Byron's arm around her only worsened the anger that she still felt over the whole conversation.

Plus, his arm around her felt a little wrong right now -- but pulling away from him as they headed into the party would only cause things to appear so much worse. So she put up with it, at least for now, until she found someone else to go hangout with. You know, someone that wouldn't make Byron so jealous that he threw a fit in the car again.

A smile passed across her face as they entered the party and, as they made their way through, she steadily felt the stress and anger from earlier falling away.

It momentarily faded as they started towards Diamond, which turned into an even bigger frown when Byron said they had to go over to her. She huffed. "Great," she muttered under her breath, her mood soured... until Dahlia noticed who Diamond was with -- and her smile returned even wider than before.

"Alexa," she greeted warmly, and she wrapped her free arm around Alexa, pulling her best friend close to her in a half-hug, before whispering under her breath; "Byron totally freaked out in the car -- I'll tell you about it later." She pulled away from Alexa, still smiling, until her gaze turned to Diamond.

Her smile was still there, kind of, it was just that... her nose was also kind of scrunched up in disgust. Which turned up even more in disgust when Diamond started talking about body shots -- plus like, why did she even want Bentley so badly? He was kind of an idiot, and his idiocy tended to be worse when he was fucked up.

"You could try to have some class, Diamond," Lia spat out. She rolled her eyes, before she held up the bottle of vodka, kind of wiggling it in front of her. "Unfortunately speaking of the host, I have to go find him and deliver this."

She hesitated, briefly, before she stepped back to Byron's side and rose up to give him a quick kiss. "I'll see you later," she said with a soft smile, before she turned back towards Alexa (not before she sent a warning glance in Diamond's direction, that obviously meant she better keep her hands off Lia's boyfriend).

"Come on, let's go," she said to Alexa, and started off into the party with her best friend to search for stupid Bentley. "So, anyway, Byron was all like, 'oh my god, you're into Tavon' on the car ride here? And I was like, no, obviously not, and you know what he did? He called me a freaking liar." She scoffed, shaking her head in annoyance, as that anger started to fester once again.

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Drake Martin

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His time after the game had been simple, forward: he'd gone home. He'd smoked some weed. He'd changed his clothes. He'd smoked some more weed. He'd stared out the bedroom window up at the sky, contemplating the meaning of existence for quite a while, before his brother had come in, asked him what the hell he was doing, and then Drake realized the time and soon, he was off to the metaphorical races. And kind of real races. 'Cause ya know, sometimes he got people to race him at parties. That was always real fun.

He'd made his way to the party, taking his sweet time, of course, and he did get a little distracted when he had a rather deep conversation with a guy on his walk there. But eventually, after everything in the world that tried to stop him from making it to the promised land, he finally made it to Bentley's party.

... And his first stop had been the drinks, although Drake was a good little boy, so he wasn't really a drinker, ya know? He'd seen how easily alcohol could ruin a life, so he'd always chosen to stay away from it. Instead, he selected just a cup of pop, 'cause he wasn't above poisoning himself with some good ol' carbonated beverage.

And from there, he went to the snack table, where he'd quietly eaten way too many chips, and soon, he'd found himself wandering away from there. By now, the edge of his high was starting to wane, which made it so a dry-eyed Drake was starting to see the world a little clearer. And well, Drake just couldn't be having that, now could he?

It was here that someone approached him, with a simple tap on his shoulder that made him nearly jump out of his skin. He spun around quickly, his drink poised to be tossed, eyes wide with concern that it was a serial killer, but-- it was just a small Ines. With a chuckle, his body relaxed, and he lowered his drink down from it's ready to strike position.

"Well, well, well," he started, and he went to put an arm against the wall beside him, to lean against and look real cool. 'Cept, he kinda miscalculated how far away the wall was, so he stumbled a bit. As he caught himself, he reached blindly for the wall, before finally finding it, and reaching his desired position.

(Trust him, it was a real sexy position, even if he'd almost fallen on his ass.)

"What'd I say? Knew ya couldn't stay away," he said -- although as he spoke it, had he said that to Ines, or to someone else?

Drake couldn't really remember. Too much had happened. Felt like months since the game.

"'Course we'll be able to keep rockin' it through the season," he scoffed. "'Cause ya know, I carry the team and shit... so what're ya doin' here? Just came out to see me?"

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Claudia Jean.

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Bentley’s party wasn’t exactly the kind of scene that Claudia Jean wanted to go to, not because it was a party but because it was Bentley’s party. As far as she was concerned from her limited interactions with him either back when he was with Alexa or in the few one-on-one moments they had, he was the epitome of school on a summer day.

No class.

Still somehow she ended up inside his house following Haven Falls’ victory. Her hair was down now but still had some lingering traces of hairspray and glitter. As much as she loved her cheerleading uniform she changed out of that as well and into something more party friendly.

Almost instantly she managed to lose track of the only people she actually knew and liked at this party, her fellow cheerleaders. With her hands now busied with a red Solo cup of root beer she wove through the muddled crowds in search of either her friends or anyone who looks like they weren’t already completely trashed and could potentially be decent conversation material.

By the looks of things the options for the latter were getting slimmer and slimmer by the minute. She ended up parking herself on the corner of a couch in the living room to catch a little rest, all that cheering really had her worn out. Time for the sugar in her cup to do its job.

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“Hardly at all.”

Wes replied to the new person in his line of sight, Jacinta apparently if her introduction was believed to be truthful. Technically there was no reason to believe that it wouldn’t be, but speaking from experience anything was possible.

Deliberately he chose not to give his name in response, not yet. Maybe when and if she and this other girl, Lacey presumably according to the possibly Jactina girl, proved themselves useful or noteworthy enough to be remembered. Hey, he said he’d be friendly, not a saint.

He unceremoniously dumped a bit more of the dark liquor down his throat. As a southern man, his tastes were slightly offended at the way whatever brand it happened to be poorly imitated bourbon or whiskey or whatever it was trying and failing to be. However as a man with few options and fewer standards, he enjoyed the way it burned his throat and settled in his stomach.

Whoever lived in this house didn’t seem to reach for whatever this was very often as indicated by the dust in the neck and shoulders of the bottle, but it was used often enough in the past that it was a little more than half empty. It would be all the way empty by the time he was done with it, and soon.

He thought back to her reference of interrupting ‘something’ and chuckled quietly to himself. Given that this was a high school party there would probably be no kinds of ‘something’ for him to get into, not that he was particularly in the mood for it anyways. Sure Wes enjoyed illicit substances and other activities, and he’d spent his fair share of time sitting in a holding cell. By any definition he could technically be called a criminal, but he wasn’t stupid, or that kind of criminal anyways. It was much simpler to get his pleasure from a bottle than it was from another person, cleaner, easier.

Effectively painless.

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Suddenly it was easy to understand why animals sometimes chew their own legs off when they’re stuck in a bear trap as Ines pressed her teeth into her tongue to keep from laughing at Drake’s goofy attempts at flirtation. She couldn’t let him win her over that easy. Although it was hard to deny the inexplicable pull he had over her.

There was just something about him. A little too dorky to be a proper jock, a little too jockey to be a proper dork. Not completely effortlessly cool but still putting in enough work to not be a douche. Not to mention he was even funnier when he was high, that’s always a plus.

Speaking of Mary Jane, it definitely seemed that he had partaken in some in the time between the game and his arrival to the party. As a fellow enjoyer of the bud, she could practically see it on his face even if the smell of the smoke had since dissipated. There were other signs too.

“That hit you took out there must’ve got you hard, if you recall I already told you I would be here when we spoke earlier.”

She swirled the beer in her hand like an iced coffee just for something to do

“I was planning on checking this shit out before, running into you was just a happy accident.”

It wasn’t. Until he’d mentioned the existence of the party in their previous conversation she was just planning on DoorDashing some dinner after inevitably hating and fighting about whatever her mom made before binging another season of WifeSwap until she fell asleep.

“I wasn’t exactly sure if you were really gonna show or if you were just leading me on.”

She teased with a cock of her head, her wild curls tipping to the side with her

“Isn’t that what your type loves to do?”

If he was going to egg her on, so would she. In a fun way, of course.

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“Well, it’s a party to celebrate the football team’s win, which we both know my boyfriend is part of, so why wouldn’t we come? After all, it was an open invitation, and just to be clear, I don’t plan on facing him all night if that’s what you are worried about,”

Alexa said with a small roll of her eyes; she still couldn’t believe that people were so pressed about the past. If she and Connor could have moved on, why no one else in that highschool could?

But before she could say anything else, Byron joined them, and it almost seemed that was the day Alexa was supposed to talk to Byron all the time. What were the odds he had to show up once again? Yet she didn’t pay that much attention to them. If she wasn’t interested, why give them her time of day?

Alexa was about to leave when an arm wrapped around her, and Lia’s voice was heard.

“Only in the car? I am pretty sure he has been freaking out all day.”

She whispered back. But what started as a small talk between the two best friends suddenly changed into a face where Alexa couldn’t hide her disgust at Diamond’s action and she was supposed to be the low class for cheating on the guy?

“I thought it and you said it,”

Alexa replied to Lia’s comment.

Thankfully, Lia dragged Alexa out of there. Even if she hadn’t been there, she would still have left either way. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Byron or the judgemental eyes of Diamond, and as they left, Alexa heard Lia complain about Byron.

“If there was a prize about being insecure, Byron is winning it without any problem.”

She said while rolling her eyes.

“Listen, I don’t have any reasons to hate him and I stand him because he is Connor’s younger brother and your boyfriend, but sometimes I wish I could smack his face against a locker if I had the chance. But honestly, how you don’t get tired of him being so overbearing all the time?”

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Damien Slater

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"Trust me, dude," Damien had urged his friend earlier in the evening. "This party will be freakin' great. When have I ever led you wrong, huh, Milkman?" He'd asked, hands on his hips, as he managed some level of composure as he tried to beg his friend -- the man, the myth, the legend: Harvey the Dairy Fairy, to come with him to this party.

He'd sworn that he'd been invited to the party, but that was a damn lie. But Damien had experience with parties, and you know how many he'd been invited to before?

Yeah, that's right, nada. Zip. Zada.

If you just showed up and kind of acted like you knew what you were doing, people tended to not ask questions. But you also had to wait until the host and his or her friends were really drunk, so they couldn't call you out for not belonging.

Which for him translating to Harvey turned into: "all the cool kids show up fashionably late."

It wasn't hard to find this particular house, which he'd overheard some kids in class talking about, while he'd doodled away in his notebook. Yeah, they'd had no idea that he was eavesdropping the whole time -- and of course the party was the one with a ton of cars parked outside. So, with car parked, he'd dragged Harvey in--

And Harvey was a terrible wingman, ladies and gentlemen.

Yeah, that was the problem-- Harvey, not Damien.

Things then went from bad, to terrible, when some drunk high school punkface stumbled, and water was splashed across Damien's face. He was a little taken aback, stumbling back a couple steps as he shook his head, droplets of water flying off his curly hair. And then the perpetrator spun around to apologize-- except he didn't even apologize. Instead he started slurring about something being on his face, which like, yeah, obviously there was something on his freaking face?

His lips curled back in a mixture of disbelief and disgust, as his eyes glanced down to the bottle in the guy's hand.

Vodka.

Well, that made more sense than water.

The girl next to him stepped in, and Damien's disbelieving dark eyes flickered from the guy to her.

Yeah, he totally remembered his first big high school party, and it totally wasn't this party that he was at tonight.

(It actually wasn't -- this was nothing compared to Los Angeles D&D nights, guys.)

Once she'd dragged him away, movement came back to Damien. He slammed a hand against Harvey's chest. "Dude, can you believe that?" he whined. "He didn't even freaking apologize and--" he was cut off as some of the vodka rolled down his forehead, dripping into his eye. He sucked in a breath, the palm of his hand vigorously rubbing at his eye, until the pain was more or less gone.

"Ya know, you freaking North Dakotians-- really rude jerks. At least back home, he'd have offered to... like... like... well, probably nothing, but still." He huffed, using his sleeve to dry off his face.

Was he just going to leave it there?

... No, absolutely not. Damien wasn't great at dropping things. And now the nauseating smell of vodka was clinging to him like the first time he'd tried to use Axe body spray, and gosh darn it, he was gonna get something out of tonight.

Plus, he'd probably never see them again, anyway.

"I'll be back-- don't do anything weird, moo man," Damien clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder, and then he was slipping through the crowd after the two jerks.

Once outside, he glanced around for a moment, but it didn't take long until his gaze landed on his attacker and his accomplice.

"Hey," he called out. "Hey, what the hell was that, man?"

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Adrian kind of liked this new side of Jonah, more relaxed than he had ever seen him. Probably it was because this was one of the rare occasions where they weren’t surrounded by their parents, which they weren’t bad. He thought they were really relaxed, but still, there was something always holding it back to be the way they were now. After all, he never imagined they would even get to go to the same high school, so probably that’s why it felt so refreshing their interaction.

“I’ll definitely do that. Don’t worry about it.”

He replied back to Jonah’s comment about pointing out who Claudia Jean was. But when the subject was changed from the girl he was crushing on to the now ex-girlfriend of his cousin, Adrian almost felt awkward about asking. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the breakup had been pretty recently based on how long Jonah had been in Haven Falls, assuming his sudden move to his hometown was the cause of their breakup.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear that, sorry for asking”

But it seemed that Jonah didn’t want to continue talking about the subject as he changed his demeanor to his happy one from a few minutes ago, but still, Adrian followed along.

“Okay, maybe winning the first game of the season definitely needs to be celebrated,”

He said with a small chuckle before taking a sip from his drink. Maybe going for a second one wouldn’t be that bad.

“I mean everyone, it’s here tonight, so there’s a big chance she is here, but she most likely is with her friends. But it wouldn’t hurt anyone to go and check if she was here.”

Adrian said before they started roaming around the house until Adrian took notice of none other than Claudia Jean. the guy hit softly on Jonah’s chest to get his attention.

“There she is, the blonde girl on the couch. That’s Claudia Jean.”

He said. “Let me introduce you,” Adrian added before walking to where the girl was.

“Hey, Claudia Jean! Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

He started saying.

“Did you come on your own? I mean, it’s quite unusual to not see you with Alexa or Dahlia by your side... Oh, right! This is my cousin Jonah. He just moved from Seatle to Haven Falls, and thought it would be a good chance to introduce you to each other.”

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Vinny Ramos

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The party was raging on inside Bentley's house, but Vinny was outside, watching the sky for UFOs.

Okay, so he had a wee bit more sense than to just sit around and stare at the stars all night, but he was outside anyway. What if a UFO just happened to skitter across the sky, and he missed it because he wasn't looking up??

In truth, he'd slipped outside to wait for his crush, in a sneaky effort to catch her before Tucker could swoop in with his cool guy swagger and steal her attentions away for the night. Unfortunately, Vin had wandered into the backyard for a better view of the UFOs, and quickly lost track of time.

Upon realizing it, he scrambled for the phone in his pocket, on the wishful hopes that Wil had arrived and was looking absolutely everywhere for him. But was surprised to find a text from his cousin instead, asking for help bringing in the keg. Vin wasted no time shuffling through the gate and jogging across the front yard, glancing side to side for Jordy.

There was no sign of her anywhere though, even after he admitted defeat and went back inside to look for her. He was so busy wandering around searching for his cousin that the sudden tap on his shoulder made him jump, whirling around to find a pretty brunette staring back at him, demanding alcohol.

The surprise made him freeze up in silence for way too long while he gathered his thoughts. It wasn't every day a girl rocked up to speak to him, needed something from him, especially a Silver Lake cheerleader. It was kinda funny that she’d decided to ask for booze from the one person too high on life to be drunk at this party. But Vin was nothing if not stupidly helpful, and was in no rush to end the conversation, so he willed himself to spew a few words out.

“Oh!! Uh…yeah! Over here!” He answered cheerfully, leading her to the kitchen, where he’d last seen Micah and Bentley dump a bunch of liquor bottles for the party. Along the way, Vin trotted at her side like an excited puppy. “You're Quinn!” The boy shot her a knowing grin, pleased with himself for already knowing such info. “I'm Vinny,” He added, admiring the bounce of her silky ponytail with each confident step.

“You go to Silver Lake, right?” He asked earnestly, oblivious to the answer emblazoned across her sweatshirt in huge letters.

“Ta-da!” Upon fulfilling his quest to lead Quinn to the booze, Vin gestured proudly at the few bottles that remained, not yet ransacked by the other party guests. “Oh! There's a keg too… somewhere.”

“Sooo..” He asked, curious to learn more about his new friend. “You like to um..do alcohol?”

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Felix scoffed at the ridiculous claims about his party experience. "The fuck ya mean, my first high school party?! What am I, a loser? ...Tequila and hot cheetos, wtf???" He protested verbally but not so much in the physical way. The last part he merely mumbled to himself. There just had to be more to that story but now wasn't the time for that. He was soon led out of the house without much of a fuss, knowing he would be rewarded with something awesome if he didn't fight against it.

The sudden elbow to his ribs made Felix grunt with annoyance, and maybe flinch a bit but that was the extent of his reaction to it. Carmen bringing up the accident made him cackle. In his swiftly emergent state of intoxication it didn't really take much to amuse him. "That was a good one, wasn't it!" He once again brought the vodka bottle to his lips as if to toast the incident.

He humbly accepted the valuables bestowed before him. "Wouldn't have it any other way!" Pressing the button on the lighter a few times he made sure it worked prior to bringing the flame anywhere near the precious and unfortunately, one of its kind joint. "I'll let it slide this time. But only if you get me something harder, like blow." Ugh, Wednesday seemed like eons away now.

As Carmen leaned in he was half-tempted to shout in her ear but decided against it since that would have been just mean, speaking in a normal voice instead. "Dude, what's with the OTL? Nobody around here gives a fuck." He took a peek over his shoulder just in case, not that he even cared if someone was to overhear their conversation. "Or are you maybe worried your phone is listening to your 'doobie-ous' intentions?" His dumb attempt at a joke elicited a chuckle out of him closely followed by a brief coughing fit, having just drawn some pot smoke inside his lungs at the same time.

The peace and quiet of the pot break was soon shattered by a riled up rando. Felix pointed at himself in a confused and innocent 'who, me?' sort of way, wondering if the guy was indeed talking to him. He passed the joint on to Carmen, exhaling the smoke with little to no consideration if it blew on the dude's face. "What the hell was what?"

His eyes scanned the stranger for any sign of familiarity. It really was a wasted effort since he barely knew anyone around here. Noticing the wet hair made his lips curl into a smile, struggling to contain the laugh within. "Riiiight... that!" He muttered through his shit-eating grin. "There's more where that came from . . . " He held up the vodka bottle, his gold rings clicking against the glass as he waved the bottle a bit. He didn't mean to portray any intention to repeat his action from earlier but to imply that he was offering him some.




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“You know Drake? The running back?”

Surprise washed over her face momentarily. She didn’t know Drake per se, but she had known his brother before he’d graduated. And if the rumours were true, they were a pair to be avoided. Kat was still formulating a response but the arrival of their uber disrupted her train of thought. All she managed in response was “Er I don’t know Drake per se but-“ and then Ines was already clambering into the car.

Slightly annoyed, Kat got in the back wordlessly and stared out of the window, her thoughts circling back to the party and the fact that she was entering alone. She sent out a group chat message to Addi and Liana, as well as a text to Amy. When the uber arrived outside the gigantic metal gates, Ines shot out like a bullet. The chapstick she had been using carelessly dumped on the seat she’d vacated. Kat sighed and stashed it in her own bag before she got out herself. No attention span, that girl, and a one track mind.

Kat approached the gate, staring at the messages she’d sent. No reply yet. Guess I’m going in alone. Kat clutched anxiously at the strap of her bag as she slowly entered the gates. The music was deafening, and there were people everywhere. She made herself small as she walked through the front garden, dodging cigarette butts and crumpled beer cans strewn across the grass. The closer she got to the house, the faster her heart seemed to beat.

Inside was hectic. A girl danced on a table while onlookers cheered and whistled. Kat flinched as someone bumped into her, spilling a splash of beer on her sleeve.

“Oh, sorry!” the guy slurred, barely glancing at her before staggering off, leaving her to wipe at the wet fabric with a grimace.

She nearly bumped into several other intoxicated partygoers as she navigated the halls. There were students making out in every corner, and the thick smell of tobacco, weed, and beer hung in the air, clinging to her clothes. The sticky feeling of spilled drinks coated nearly every surface she touched, making her recoil. As she passed the kitchen, a girl with smeared mascara leaned against her shoulder.

“Have you seen Josh?” the stranger slurred, her breath reeking of vodka.

Kat shook her head, startled, but before she could even respond, the girl muttered a curse and stumbled off into the crowd.

Eventually, she found a back exit and stepped onto the landing, grateful for the rush of fresh air, even if it was tinged with cigarette smoke. The hustle and bustle from the pool area was loud but more spread out, giving her room to breathe. She spotted some coolers surrounded by empty bottles and cans. Opening one, she grabbed something at random—Captain Morgan and Cola. That’ll do.

She needed to calm down and try to look like she belonged here—relaxed, unbothered.

Yeah right, and pigs can fly.

With her drink chilling her hand, she headed in the vague direction of the pool, thinking she could use it as a waypoint so that her friends could locate her.
She hovered awkwardly at the edge of the patio, trying very hard to look uninterested- not like someone waiting for an invitation.

Finally spotting a free lawn chair, she sank down and pulled out her phone again to let everyone know where she was. The cold can dripped condensation onto her hand as she typed out messages. Out of sheer desperation to stop standing out like a stubbed toe, she even texted Nico.

Once that was done all she could really do was sip at her drink and wait.
She’d just put her phone away when it buzzed. Heart leaping, she hurried to check it, only to find it was her little sister asking about her chapstick. It took all of her willpower NOT to reply with something snappy and sarcastic.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, but then her thoughts flicked back to the boy Ines had run off to find. After some hesitation, she decided it was worth warning her sister about what she could be walking into. Kat typed out a quick message, summarizing what she knew about Mason and Drake.

Rumors about the brothers and their family were widespread in such a small town—Mason, in particular, with his string of hookups, and that scandal from a few years back when he’d gotten a girl pregnant at sixteen

Surprisingly, the interaction went well.

“Sometimes you are a cool sister,” Ines replied.

Kat could hardly believe her eyes when she read it. Of course, it was followed up with a dig about her being “Crazy Anxious,” but it didn’t sour the moment. They made a little pact to have an excuse ready should Ines need to make a hasty retreat.

Feeling a bit better she put her phone away and took a large gulp from her drink. Someone would show up soon surely.

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Oh!! Uh…yeah! Over here!

Quinn let out a little not-laugh, you know that kind of laugh where you're really just pushing a bit of air through your nostrils, at his little jump.

She took note of his hop-to-it-ness, of his eagerness to please. The cheerleader quickly decided that eager? Yeah, she could work with eager. Ponytail swinging Quinn walked side by side with the helpful stranger through the party house. Freckled nose wrinkling up as they passed through a crowd- Hadn't these Haven Falls kids heard of deodorant? She wasn't convinced.

Quincey Lee was temporarily distracted from her disgust when her new puppy said her name. To have her reputation precede her well- it was everything. The mere thought had her standing a little straighter, smiling a little wider, ego thoroughly boosted. Flattery truly would get him anywhere. Maybe she'd have to consider to keeping this- Vinny around.

“Yeah, I'm a Silverlake girl. Head cheerleader, class president, editor on the school paper, it's a lot but- somehow I manage.”

The brunette sighed. Quinn was preparing herself to feign interest in Vinny’s extracurriculars when they arrived at their destination. The kitchen where a few bottles remained with their seals intact (she checked and double checked this of course.) Quinn weighed her options. All plastic bottles, cheap cheap cheap. With a turn on her tongue she settled on some Vodka, peach flavored, grabbing it gingerly by the neck.

“This is ours now.”

There was no way in hell the teen was leaving it up to chance that they'd be the only two drinking it. She lifted the bottle to her lips and chugged, maybe to someone else it may have seemed like a little too long, but hey! Quinn was making up for lost time.

‘Soooo...You like to um...do alcohol?’

It was a good question, albeit poorly phrased, with a bit of a complicated answer. But the short version was-

“Yeah- I guess."

The longer version was Quinn couldn't remember the last time she'd gone even a week without it. A glass of red wine before bed, a water bottle of ciroc to sip during the day, and of course the binge drinking at a party whenever the opportunity presented itself. But she was- functional.

Quinn’s GPA just under a 4.0, she always made sure to sober up a few hours before cheer practice (which is more than she could say for some of the other members of the team), and as one of the school paper editors she still had yet to miss a deadline.

The girl shook her head pulling herself from her thoughts and back into the moment.

“What about you Vinny? Do you do alcohol?”

Quinn teased. He didn't seem like the type, with an overwhelming air of innocence about him but she offered him the bottle anyway.

“Tastes like a peach ring. I've had better but... I've also had worse."

Awaiting a response her dark brown eyes looked him over. He was- cute. Not hot no but- adorable really. Maybe it was just because Vinny was so willing to give her all of his attention (or maybe it was the alcohol) but as the minutes passed he seemed to get easier and easier on the eyes.

"I guess I didn't even bother to ask if you like peach rings. Quite frankly that selection of alcohol was- atrocious. You'll have to come out to one of our Silverlake parties sometime. As my guest of course, trust me you try some better stuff and you'll be much more likely to see the appeal."

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Jonah was relieved when the attention was off of him and his ex-partner and onto the search for one Claudia Jean. As they search through the house Joey felt like they were in a Hardy Boys mystery, the cousins standing in of course for the titular characters. He was caught off guard when a moment later Adrian was nailing him in the chest.

Shit even in the off season he was still hockey strong.

There she is, the blonde girl on the couch. That’s Claudia Jean.

Guess gentlemen do prefer blondes, Jonah thought to himself. Still he couldn't help but be endeared by Adrian's excitement. Wondering if he too would feel that same rush again someday...

Hey, Claudia Jean! Wasn’t expecting to see you here.

Jonah cringed. Had Adrian always been so lacking...in the game department? Maybe that's why he hadn't had a girlfriend yet...or had he?
Shit now he felt guilty for not knowing.

Did you come on your own?

There now he was asking the right questions. Jonah too was curious for the answer.

Shit, shit.

He'd lost track of the conversation again...

When Joey came to he was being introduced to the object of his cousin's affections.

“Nice to meet you, Claudia Jean...You ever go by C.J?"

An awkward pause followed.

"Well anyway, like Adrian said- I'm Jonah. How do you two know each other?”

Sure it was just small talk but he'd hoped it would spark some sort of conversation between the two.

Okay, so maybe Jonah had no idea how to be a wingman, but he was definitely going to try.

 

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C'est Le Vie

Dude, what's with the OTL? Nobody around here gives a fuck.

“You, my friend, could stand to learn a thing or two about the art of subtly.”

As things stood, Felix was about as subtle as a bull barreling through a China shop

“Not everyone needs to know your business all the time.”

Felix’s pun and subsequent coughing fit (served him right) had Carmen heaving a sigh knowing her breath was wasted, her sagely advice falling on completely deaf ears.

No, not deaf- plugged up.

Just when Carmen thought she couldn't get any more annoyed, the unlucky son-of-a-bitch from earlier was approaching them.

Again.

The good news was illuminated by the porch light- he was shrimp-ier than he'd appeared before. And Her brown eyes took a moment to look him over and more importantly- size him up. Concluding her assessment she decided that yeah- Felix could definitely take him.

The teen leaned back against the aluminum siding and took a hit of the joint opting to quit playing babysitter and let the kids settle things amongst themselves.

It was moments like this- forced to listen to them bicker back and forth it really sunk in. Carmen needed some more friends her own age- and soon.

Hey, what the hell was that, man?

Riiiight... that! There's more where that came from...

The shit eating grin across Felix’s face seemed to her to be saying the words weren't just a threat but a promise.

Eyeroll.

"Great, a baby dick measuring contest. Just what tonight needed.”

She grumbled under her breath. At this point she was almost regretting she'd ever left work.

She handed the joint back to Felix with a curt

“Smoke this.”

Her buzz may have been harshed but maybe there was still hope for him. God knows he needed it.

“And you...shrimpy! Would you just let it go?”

Carmen threw her hands up getting more and more frustrated by the second.

“Or punch him and get it over with. At this point I don't care! Clearly Felix has decided he’s looking for a fight tonight so go ahead. Have at it!”

Over it. Carmen was over it. The whole fucking night was a wash.

“I'll catch you later Fe. And if you do end up pummeling each other- do me a favor and get a few licks in for me Shrimpy. He probably won't remember me babysitting his drunk ass but he might remember that.”

And with that she left the two boys to well- do whatever the hell they were going to do. Wasn't her problem anymore.

She rejoined the party with one mission, find someone to hang out with who was capable of growing stubble.

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Lacey Marie Kavanagh

the chill girl

Lacey didn’t know what to make of this interaction with this guy. She didn’t feel uncomfortable, but there was somehow an awkwardness between them. At first glance, this guy didn’t seem like the extroverted one, and Lacey wasn’t known for being the most social person to ever exist.

She was the girl that was stuck at a party. Her priority was to eat as many snacks as possible, while everyone was either doing drugs, which she wouldn’t do because she was terrified of them, getting drunk which she wasn’t doing because she had to drive or making out with someone which was the easiest one, but what was she supposed to do just grabbed a random guy and kiss him? No, definitely that wasn’t happening, because the guy would have to be close to her type but at least she could pretend she did and tell Ines, but something was saying she would see through her lie no matter what so maybe she should just focus about her snacks.

“Seems like it,”

Lacey replied at the guy stating how both didn’t know who was hosting the party. The girl watched how the guy was going through the cabinets and found a bottle.

“I am always right most of the time.”

And as Lacey said that Jacinta appeared with a bag full of snacks, she asked him if she was interrupting something.

“No, not at all. He is not really my type. No offense.”

Lacey replied to the assumption, as she grabbed some of the chips and ate them.

“So were you guys at the game?”

Lacey asked, trying to make small talk, but she could feel it was a dumb question.

“Maybe you guys do the talking and I focus on finishing these chips.”

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Drake Martin

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"Oh..." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, and gave a bit of a shrug. "Sorry-- had a lot goin' on, ya know?" which was, of course, a damn lie -- really, Drake was legitimately just too high to remember his conversation with Ines from earlier.

Ines... Ines... she needed a nickname for his bank of nicknames in his head, but he had nothing and it was really starting to get under his skin. 'Cause the best he could come with was Inny, which just wasn't any good, was it? Inny... Indigo... Indy go-go. What was that one song? The go-go song? Sung by some girl?

Bop, bop, bop, go-go bubblegum.

Nah, none of that sounded right.

What was happening?

He scoffed at her words. "'Course I had to show -- I'm the star player, and life of the party, didn't ya know?" He asked with a lopsided grin, although the grin faltered and fell into a small frown at her next question. "Type?" Drake echoed. "What's my type? Hot? Cool? Stoner? Actually, stoner's probably it, isn't it?"

Burnout. Crazy. Weirdo. Insane. Those were some other ones that tended to be tossed at him. Basket Case was another good one, like that Green Day song, which was also a banger.

He pushed away from the wall, which he had oh so struggled to lean against in the first place, and gave a tilt of his head.

"C'mon, ya wanna head outside?" Drake asked, and patted his pocket. "I got some ahh... party enhancers."

Don't worry, it was just weed for now.

Wait that made it sound like--

No, he couldn't turn weed into other types of drugs. Don't be silly. He wasn't magic.

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Ines.

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Drake

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It was hard to tell if she wanted to laugh or feel bad at seemingly catching Drake off guard. Seeing him embarrassed was a little bit, well not exactly funny but maybe entertaining? Nah, that wasn’t the right word either. It was a nice reminder that he was human, capable of feeling and all that messy stuff. He wasn’t just some player on the football team or a rumor to be spread or a younger brother of some part-time slut and current full-time dad.

“I was actually gonna say semi-aquatique.”

Ines said, redirecting the temperature of the conversation to be much warmer. Thankfully the French way to say ‘semi-aquatic’ was essentially just the same as the English way but with a little more flair and the accent that Mrs. Burke had recently called "Terribly lax and wanting". Regardless, she hoped that the reference was able to clear Drake’s intoxicated mind.

Just like she had done when she first spotted him across the room, she tempered her excitement over his mention of a little something to make the party a bit more interesting

“I was hoping you’d ask!”

She chirped, her curls once again bobbing slightly

“I’d love to.”

Wait a minute, she hadn’t agreed too quickly had she? If she was too desperate she’d basically be no better than… than… Okay she couldn’t think of a name but there was probably some easy chick she could name that she absolutely did not want to be like.

Oh! Like that girl getting her bra unhooked in the corner of the room. Yeah, like her.

Not only that but she had pretty much just assumed that he was talking about weed. He smelled like weed, he didn’t seem like the type to be snorting or injecting or smoking pills or whatever it was. Then again, she didn’t exactly know him all that well yet.

It was probably weed. If it wasn’t it couldn’t be that bad. If Drake really was a tweaker he probably wouldn’t be as good at sports as he was. There was no way he would be able to run the way he did if his lungs were dust.

Whatever. Hopefully it was pot, she really wanted it to be pot. The last time they had shared a joint or a blunt (What exactly was the difference anyways…) had been fun, and somewhat intimate. What else would you call the sharing of something that you put your lips on with someone else? She almost dared to say it was romantic.

Almost.

Semi-romantic gestures aside, getting high right about now would be fabulous right about now. Of course she’d have to strip naked in the garage and wash her hair in the sink before she came in the house to keep her mom from smelling it on her, that woman had a nose like a bloodhound, but it would be worth it.

A little relaxation, maybe a little flirtation, and the night was still young so maybe there would be time for another word that ended with -ation.

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Claudia Jean.

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Social

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Adrian (Talking), Jonah (Talking) Dahlia (mentioned), Alexa (Mentioned)

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Her blonde head whipped towards the sound of a voice calling her name and seemingly addressing her. It was important that both were happening at the same time as she was unfortunately all too common to hear her name in a conversation that did not involve her. Such as the many times she overheard her mother’s hairstyling clients commenting on her precociousness, or annoyingness. Typically the former.

A smile spread across her face at whoever it was before she even recognized their face, it took a second but then she placed it. Adrian! That guy from a couple of her classes. He was friendly, and plenty cute too… But that was besides the point, he was a human who was talking to her who wasn’t too drunk to be respectful.

“I think the girls are around here somewhere, we talked about meeting here after the game but I haven’t caught sight of them yet.”

She mused, briefly gazing off into the crowd as if she were searching for the girls in question before her eyes drifted back to the pair of boys.

She turned towards Jonah and extended a well manicured hand to him, in a shimmery amber color just for the game to match her cheer uniform that she had applied all by herself of course. One of the many pros of being the child of a beautician. It was her second favorite part, after hearing all the good stories around town, of course.

“It’s a pleasure, how ya doing?”

She greeted with the same enthusiasm to Jonah on his own as she would have if she were shouting it to a crowd. She kept eye contact as he asked his question as she had not in fact been raised in a barn (Down the street from one actually.)

“I prefer Claudia Jean, but CJ is fine too, with my permission.”

Although now that she mentioned it, she did call herself CJ on social media. It would probably be best not to bring up her instagram in the first interaction with someone, that would probably come off as being too saleswoman-y or something. That’s disingenuous, and unsouthern. Even if she did kinda want to see what he would look like after she’d gotten her hands on his tresses and run a volumizing treatment through it.

Oh, shoot. He just said something else, another question. She really had to stop mentally doing other people’s hair, and her mother had just lectured her on not doing that anymore. It wasn’t her fault, she just wanted to help others. Oh right, back to Jonah’s question.

She tossed her shoulders up in a simple shrug

“Oh, just the boring way. School.”

Hopefully she had heard his question right.

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