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Wes.

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Carmen (Talking)

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Wes was just making his way into another room that he was just as unfamiliar with as he had been with the kitchen, only a few strides into it when he found himself toe to toe with, surprisingly, a cowboy hat perched atop her brunette tresses. Unable to help it he chuckled at the sight. Apparently you can take the boy out of the south but the south will inevitably follow the boy wherever he goes.

He wasn’t shocked, a little disappointed but if he was honest with himself maybe, when the words that left her lips were not tinged with a southern accent. However he was feeling about this girl’s accessory choices were placed aside as she told him he looked out of place.

“Well I’m awful glad I’m not one of y’all.”

He said, folding his arms over his chest and shifting his weight between his feet as he continued to size up his new conversation partner

“Considering how boring this party is I think I’d feel ashamed if I was local.”

It was just as much commenting on the lack of substances to enjoy (I mean seriously, most anywhere you could throw a stick and find some blow or some pills… Maybe it was just that sweet southern hospitality he was used to…) as he was testing to see how easily she would scare off. If she were anything like the first two girls he’d spoken to she’d be heading for the hills any minute now.

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Lacey Marie Kavanagh

the chill girl

Lacey knew things weren’t exactly smooth. It was kind of obvious that they were not exactly the most social people in the room, adding that the mysterious guy besides drinking from that bottle, as if his life depended on it, started talking about finding drugs. The voice of her father about stranger danger and how she shouldn’t trust anyone started ringing in her head. She could deal with teenagers who drink and those who smoked nothing stronger than cigarettes or a joint. But when it involved both, it was her cue to leave.

Thankfully, Jacinta stepped up to the situation, telling the mysterious guy off as just as Lacey was ready to leave their little conversation, which wasn’t even sure if it had been one to begin with. She just hoped that if something happened to that guy, Lacey or Jacinta wouldn’t turn into suspects for talking to him in the first place. So, without a reply, Lacey followed Jacinta as they made their way through the party.

It wasn’t until Jacinta started talking that she realized that Harvey was there, as she referred to him, and started a conversation. Of course, Lacey knew Harvey they were part of the school newspaper and somehow they managed to build a friendship despite her different approach to things and personalities. As always, he was so excited about everything that surrounded him that Lacey almost felt jealous that someone could be as cheerful as he was, and in usual Harvey fashion, he started rambling about food and how hungry he was and it didn’t take long until he started asking about the bag of chips that she was carrying.

“Some snacks that I found in the kitchen, but here you can have them. I kind of got full already.”

She said as she handed him the bag of chips.

“So what brought you here? I was sure parties were not your scene.”

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My Own Worst Enemy

Annoyed, bored and alone, Byron had found himself a spare bit of wall and buried his head in his phone. Some of his old friends had been texting him- which had alleviated his isolation a little for the time being. The conversation slowed down and he found himself looking around at the party. He’d given up on mixing his rum now and was drinking from his bottle. Every now and then he glanced around him.

Wait

He perked up and pushed away from the wall straining to confirm what he thought he’d just seen. He pushed past partygoers, dodging stray elbows and spilling drinks until his eyes landed on Bentley. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He muttered.

Well, there’s my entertainment for the night on a silver platter

Bentley was being led- not so subtly- to where the bedrooms were upstairs by none other then Samantha. Byron’s face broke out into a grin. He wanted to call out then and there, but these things were all about timing, and he knew the perfect person to assist. Byron slowed to a dead stop. He barely noticed the angry exclamations of the teenagers who nearly collided with him. Byron grinned as he fired off a quick text to Lia. If there was one thing more satisfying than ruining Bentley’s moment, it was dragging Lia into the chaos with him. Together, they were unstoppable—and utterly infuriating. Perfect.

The buzz of his phone pulled him out of his scheming. Connor's name glared back at him, and Byron felt his mood sour instantly. His grin dropped instantly as he read his brothers accusation. Byron promptly took another large swig from his bottle before launching into it with Connor. As per usual, Byron tried to get a rise out of him. As per usual it failed. He did promise one thing though. He was going to get his pharmacy key back.

Byron had to deal with this sometime. He was staring at his phone with such wrath that the teenagers around him were all giving him a bit of a wide berth. Byron told Lia he had to deal with something and left the landing of the stairs. All thought of pranking his friend abandoned in favour of fighting his older brother. The arrogant prick. Thought he had Byron all figured out. Little did HE know what Byron had been up to was much bigger than his little stunt with the handful of stolen bottles.

The alcohol was starting to hit him though. He felt slower, less steady on his feet. His thoughts were mixed up and driven by emotion. He needed to take a breath of fresh air and think. He made a beeline for the front door as it was closest. Just as the cold air hit him, he just about ran into a girl who had beat him to the punch, opening the door nearly into him.

Byron, off kilter, stumbled back a few steps to regain his footing. “Woah watch it, you—” He cut himself off, the words dying in his throat as he processed just who he had encountered. Oh shit, this is not good. It was Scarlet. “Oh fuck no.” He slurred a little “Not today, Satan” he said as he moved his body to turn away. Unfortunately, he was drunk and not only did he run into a hallway table, but he also bumped several glasses onto the floor “Oh crap… fuck it, watch out, there’s glass.” Byron muttered, slurring his words as he crouched clumsily to sweep the shards aside. He straightened up when he was done and looked her over for any sign that he’d gotten her with any of that glass. “I gotta- I’m meeting Lia, if you’re ok- I’ll- yeah- I gotta go so-” He struggled to get the sentence out.

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C'est Le Vie

“I didn't mean-”

Had she offended him? Normally that wasn't something Carmen would have even considered but as her dark eyes watched the way he shifted uncomfortably between his feet and crossed his arms- as if to guard himself. She wondered, what was he guarding himself from?

Shoot! She'd been looking at him a little too long again hadn't she.

“What I meant was- I'm glad you're not one of us.”

Carmen admitted rocking from heel to toe. Once, twice, before she caught herself.

God some curls and a pair of blue eyes and she was turning into a lovestruck schoolgirl. Carmen planted her leather booted feet firmly to the ground and tried to remember who she was.

Carmen Aspen Tate. Chronically bored, usually stoned, and occasionally witty. Yeah, She thought, if that Carmen could circle back around right about now that would be great!

The brunette desperately tried to tune back in to what he was saying instead of just looking at his stupid lips.

Somehow, she managed.

Considering how boring this party is, I think I’d feel ashamed if I was local.

“Oh, I definitely am. Maybe even enough for all of us.”

Carmen smiled, finally settling back into herself.

“Here you are a weary traveler from far away lands and I don't even have a simple joint to offer you.”

God of all the nights to run out...Felix didn't know it yet- but he owed her big.

“There's always Byron, Haven Falls resident pill pusher but- I think he's spending time with his not-in-the-know-complete-nutjob girlfriend so that might not be the tree you wanna go barking up tonight.”

She held up a finger as a way of telling him to hold before shoving her hand in her jacket pocket and digging around, producing a pack of cigarettes like a magician would a rabbit from a hat.

“I can, however, offer you a cancer stick for your trouble.”

Carmen gave the box a little wiggle, for emphasis.

“Buuttttt...”

She pulled the box back toward her chest

“It’ll cost you your name, mysterious stranger.”

A playful shrug.

“Sorry- I don't make the rules.”

Boy, if Ash could see her now.

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Foot in mouth.

Jacinta

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Harvey rose from the pile of DVDs, his easy-going demeanour intact as he glanced at Jacinta and Lacey. Jace watched his movements, nearly cartoonlike as he scratched his head to outwardly show his inner thought process. He was like a real-life anime character- but not the dark brooding kind- more like the comic relief. At any rate, he was always a better means of escapism from Jace’s more cynical attitude than substances or adrenaline. Harvey started talking about Damien running off to see a friend. Even he seemed to second guess that assessment given their currently company was, to their knowledge, the only friends Slater had. Not unlike Jace herself. “He’ll be off starting trouble somewhere” Jace joked with a grin. “We’re either going to hear a fight break out… or not see him for the rest of the party and then get some triumphant text about his conquest.” She guessed with a light-hearted roll of her eyes.

Jace then watched Harvey eyeing the chips in Lacey’s hands with not-so-subtle longing. She had been about to reply but Lacey beat her too it “Yeah, plus I brought a whole bag with me, the rest is in the kitchen.” She added. Once Harv finished his speech about burgers, and had taken the snacks offered to him, Lacey asked Harv another question. ‘What brought you here, I was sure parties were not your scene’ Jace laughed “Are parties your scene, Lace?” She asked before thinking about what she had said and how it might have sounded rather… insulting.

Shit

“Oh, uh, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said quickly. “It’s just… drunk people are hard to keep up with sober.” She winced. “Not that it matters or anything…” She added quickly, and then changed the subject “Speaking of which, Harvey, do you drink? Lace do you want something- sprite or…” She trailed off and then added “Cause I need a refill…”

Smooth move, Jacey. You’re really nailing this socializing thing.

She cringed quietly to herself as she headed back into the party to grab herself another drink. Jace sighed as she excused herself, the sound of chatter and laughter swelling around her as she left the conversation. The living room was packed—people sprawled across couches, balancing cups on their knees, or animatedly gesturing as they talked over the music. She needed a breather and if this was like the others parties she’d attended there would probably be plenty of drinks outside Pushing open the back door, she stepped into the cooler night air, grateful for the reprieve. The sharp tang of cigarette and weed smoke hit her immediately, but she pushed it aside as she scanned the yard for a cooler.

Her search was cut short when a familiar figure stormed past, Damien’s shoulders rigid with anger as he marched toward the house.

“Oh Jesus, who shat in your cornflakes” She asked as she slightly sidestepped “Need a drink, dickhead?” She called over her shoulder as she opened a nearby cooler. Her eyes shone as she saw some nice, friendly hard seltzers and grabbed one of them for herself and held up another in offer towards Damien if he had stopped, that was.

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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable

Dallas really wasn't the type to get involved in other people's affairs.

Ever.

Truth be told he was barely involved in his own affairs. Preferring to avoid them whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He'd always been this way, like when he broke his Mother's favorite necklace playing cops and robbers with his older brother Nix, so he buried the thing in the yard of their family home instead of fessing up. (It was probably still there rusting and decaying under the dirt.)

But when Dallas saw the poor kid spiraling in the front yard of the house party he was supposed to be attending, pacing around like a lunatic and smoking a cigarette, he saw a bit of himself. A younger Dallas.

The older teen was smoking a cigarette of his own, what he thought would be the last of the night, before spending time with Ash (who's only fault was that she didn't support his nicotine habit.)

Dallas had walked all the way across town to attend, a habit he'd picked up since the accident. Inside he was sure Ash was having plenty of fun without him already and hoped Scarlett was managing to stay out of trouble. But this kid, this stranger, clearly needed someone.

Anyone.

Even someone like him.

And Dallas was all too aware of the horrors that could befall kids like him trying to make it home plastered as he was.

“You alright kid?”

He asked, tone flat. Dallas wasn't one for real expressive intonation.

“You look like you've seen a ghost...Need help getting home or something?”

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Claudia Jean.

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Adrian (Talking), Jonah (Talking)

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“Oh, I would love to cheer for the hockey team if it weren't so damn cold.”

She said, already shuddering at the thought of doing her usual moves inside an ice rink. Unfortunately in terms of other southern stereotypes she embodied, in addition to being kind, blonde, and beautiful, she was also an absolute sissy when it came to colder weather.

Her first winter in Haven Falls she was basically wearing her coat in school to all her classes while all her peers were in hoodies. Up until last year the coldest winter she had ever experienced was a frigid fifty degrees and even that weather had her wearing leggings under her jeans. She couldn’t imagine standing in her miniskirt and shaking her poms rinkside.

Even if it was for school spirit, or guys like Adrian.

“Random thoughts can be fun though, I know I’ve had some great ones.”

Many of Claudia Jean’s thoughts were random ones. Her busy mind was reigned in however with his next question about the drink in her hands. She glanced at it briefly to remind herself of what exactly it was

“Oh, just a coke, but I could use a refill too.”

She said, smiling up at him as she slid off the armrest of the couch and stood next to Adrian

“I’d love to.”

It was then that she was realizing just how much taller he was than her. He was broad too, like a stallion. Well, it made sense considering he was an athlete. She may not have been super familiar with hockey, her family was more about football or baseball, but if he was as good a player on the team to warrant her cheer skills he had to be good and being good must be a bit easier when you’re built for it.

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First party, very anxious

Liana Carranza

Ana stood at the edge of the driveway, her heart hammering in her chest as she stared at the house. The music pulsed so loud that she could practically feel the bass vibrating in the ground beneath her feet. Even from here, she could see the windows glowing, silhouettes of people moving and swaying inside. Laughter and shouting spilled out through the open front door and for a moment, Ana considered turning around and walking straight back the way she came.
But no, she couldn’t. Not after walking all the way here, nerves tying knots in her stomach the entire time. Not after standing outside for what felt like forever, hyping herself up just to take another step closer. She couldn’t leave now. Not when she’d already come this far.
Her fingers fumbled at the small pendant hanging from her necklace. It was a nervous habit she hadn’t been able to break since she was a kid. She rolled the chain between her fingers, twisting and untwisting it, the cool metal grounding her as her eyes swept the yard. People were everywhere.
Groups clustered along the lawn, plastic cups and cans in hand, laughing too loud and talking over one another. Some leaned against cars parked along the curb, a couple of guys stood near the garage joking around with each other. Others stumbled around, already glassy-eyed and swaying, like the night was hitting them harder than it should have.
She made it to the porch and hesitated again, her fingers tightening around the necklace as if it could give her the courage she was so desperately lacking. What am I even doing here? The thought hit her like a slap and for a moment, she almost turned around…again. Before she could, someone pushed past her, brushing her shoulder as they climbed the steps. “You coming in, or what?” the guy called over his shoulder, laughing before disappearing inside.
Ana let out a breath. She couldn’t stand here all night like an idiot. She squared her shoulders and muttered a quick “It’s just a stupid party” under her breath.
As she was about to go inside, she moved aside when a group of girls squeezed past her, talking loudly about someone already passed out inside. Rolling her eyes, Ana slipped through the front door and into the crush of bodies.
She wasn’t nervous, at least not exactly. It was just that this wasn’t really her scene. If it were up to her, she’d be at home right now, curled up with a good book or halfway through a movie she’d already seen a dozen times. She wasn’t about to let Addy and Kat experience this without her though. Not after they practically begged her to come, even if it was just for a little.
The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and the sharp smell of alcohol. Bodies packed into every corner of the house, pushing and moving in waves like a tide she wasn’t ready to drown in. The music was so loud it felt like it was shaking her bones and conversations blurred into one long hum of noise. Lights flashed from somewhere deeper inside, casting quick bursts of color against the walls.
Ana tried to move, weaving through the crowd, but every step felt heavier than the last. People bumped into her, some muttering apologies, others too drunk already to even notice. Why did I come here? Ana scanned the crowd, looking for Addy or Kat, but the sea of faces blurred together. She pushed through, dodging people without getting too close, her fingers grazing her necklace every now and then as a way to stay grounded.
She passed the living room, where a group was crowded around a drinking game, cheering and laughing as someone took a shot. Ana didn’t stop to watch. She had never drunk an ounce in her life. She glanced around the room, hoping to catch sight of her friends. Nothing.
She slipped into the kitchen, leaning against the counter to take a quick break. It wasn’t overwhelming, it was just a lot. She could handle loud music and crowded rooms, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be here all night.
Ana just wasn’t the type to thrive in places like this. She was used to calm, quiet spaces. That didn’t mean she couldn’t handle a party. It just meant she’d rather be somewhere else. Still, she was here and there was no backing out now. She just had to find her friends and get through the night. How hard could it be?

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Dying to get blasted

Leo Carranza

Leo gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles white as he pressed down harder on the gas pedal. The dull roar of the engine echoed the frustration bubbling inside of him. He hadn’t planned on going to the party, actually, he’d told himself he wouldn’t. What was the point? Another night pretending everything was fine, another night caught up in the same cycle of highs and lows that he was starting to get sick of. Then he’d thought of the news, and suddenly, every thought he had came crashing down at once.
It didn’t matter what the news was. It wasn’t just one thing anyway. It was a thousand things piling up until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Then there was Livy…always Livy. The back and forth, the walls she kept putting up no matter how many times he tried to break them down. He was exhausted and for once, he didn’t want to feel anything at all. Maybe a couple of drinks…or more than a couple would finally do the trick.
His foot pressed harder on the gas, the speedometer climbing as the world outside the windows blurred past him. He didn’t care. Not about the speed, not about the risk. The adrenaline helped drown out the noise in his head. The loud hum of the tires against the road felt better than silence, better than thinking.
The party wasn’t far, but Leo took the long way, pushing his car down empty streets and sharp turns, feeling the tires skid slightly with each reckless maneuver. The radio was off. He didn’t need music, he just needed to move, to keep going until the weight in his chest eased up.
By the time the house came into view, Leo could already hear the bass pounding through the walls, feeling the chaotic energy radiating from the place. Cars were lined up along the street, and people were spilling out onto the lawn. He parked a little further away, cutting the engine and sitting in silence for a second longer.
A drink. That’s what he needed. And maybe, just maybe, this would be the night he let himself forget about everything…

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"

As nice as the guy was, Felix just brushed off his concern with a dismissive wave of a hand and a half-hearted "Pfft, I'm fine!" He downed a millionth swig of vodka, as if his plan was to spend the rest of the night at the emergency room for alcohol poisoning.

The mention of him looking like he'd seen a ghost he wasn't going to be touching. He didn't even know what he saw, if anything at all.

// Oh I don't know where I live. And maybe just saw my dead girlfriend typing me back... kinda, but I'm totally not crazy! So, what's up? // A BIG FAT AS IF!

There was no way he was going to randomly open up to a total stranger, or anyone for that matter. Guys don't open up to other guys, right?! No-one needed to know about his damn business, and as long as it was up to him, no-one would ever know.

"I'm not some lost child. I just..." Felix paused himself before he got to the 'I don't remember my address' part. It was extremely unlikely the guy knew where he lived so what would even be the point of getting into any details. And besides, asking for help? Ewww, no!

That 'or something' was exactly what he needed. Or more like wanted as long as it meant something to help him stay high. He flicked the cigarette to the ground, even though he was only like halfway done with it. "By the way... Ya got something harder than alcohol? Not looking for pharmaceuticals, though."


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Killing someone's vibe should be a fucking crime

The accusation he was trying to get her wasted was met with a somewhat sheepish laugh–he was fully busted, but Nico quickly shook his head and attempted to argue it anyway. “Nah, you need to relax, remember? Just doing my part.”

He smiled at her, not at all concerned with any sudden lulls in the conversation. His attention was on Kat, oblivious to the couple canoodling nearby, even as she looked away and let her gaze drift toward them.

You're not so bad yourself, he was surprised to hear Kat remark after a couple sips of tequila. His ears perked up at the comment; one that could be construed as Kat returning the flirtation, and perhaps a signal she was reciprocating his interest. And it was all he needed to hear. In Nico's mind, she'd just given him the green light to kick things up a notch. Or he was fairly certain, at least, it meant that she might not immediately get up and walk away if he were to try something a little bolder.

“Kinda chilly out here,” Nico feigned a little shiver for effect. It actually was a bit chilly, and he was only wearing a t-shirt, but those gulps of tequila he'd just swallowed were already warming him up nicely. “You cold?” His dark eyes fixed on her intently as he took another swig from the bottle, a little glimmer of hope in them that she'd agree wholeheartedly.

“Wanna sit over here?” He ventured to ask, flashing an impish smirk. Still sprawled out comfortably on the long chaise lounge, he shifted over to create a sliver of space just big enough for Kat's slim frame–if she snuggled right up against him.

“And this is purely for warmth, by the way. Nothing pervy,” Nico held his free palm up innocently, to show he had no tricks up his proverbial sleeve. “Just so we don't freeze to death out here,” He added that dumb bit of nonsense quite matter-of-factly, in an effort to assuage her hesitation before she could even express it.

“Oh, and the tequila lives over here now, just so ya know.” With a chuckle, he held it up teasingly, giving it a little shake just out of her reach. After taking one last sip, he relented though, stretching far enough toward Kat that she could easily snatch the bottle away without having to accept the offer to share his seat.

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The dismissive hand gesture and quite frankly- piss poor attitude might have elicited some sort of negative response from most teens his age but Dallas was an older brother. Of twin girls. He'd seen and heard much worse. And his older Brother Nix knew how to go for the emotional jugular. He'd save the majority of his overreactions for him. This kid with too many tattoos for his age simply couldn't phase him.

Besides, the edgy front did nothing to hide the deep pain sitting just behind the wasted strangers' green eyes. Dallas listened as the boy insisted he wasn't some ‘lost child’.

“Sure, sure.”

He'd mumbled in response, cigarette tucked between his teeth. This guy was a lost boy if he'd ever seen one. A dark brow raised as the younger stranger flicked away his own cigarette, though it was barely half smoked.

A waste.

The tatted kids next question however caught him off guard.

‘Ya got something harder than alcohol? Not looking for pharmaceuticals, though.’

Dallas let out a chuckle. A couple years ago the answer to his question would've been a big yes. His crew back in the day were probably responsible for more than half the drug use in Haven Falls. But Dallas was different now- or at least he was trying to be. And this kid didn't need any more shit in his system.

"I think drugs are the last thing you need right now pal. You could probably stand to cut back on that alcohol too. I think you're about two swigs away from being completely belligerent. Or you know worse- in a hospital.”

He wasn't one to mince words.

“So, you want me to grab you a water? Maybe try sobering up a little? Might help you feel better.”

Dallas was almost certain the boy would refuse but he had to try.

“I used to be like you, you know- like this. It just leads to trouble.”

It was fucking comical, Dallas Price giving out life advice, after having made the most collosal fuck up just over a year ago. But maybe that was exactly why Dallas had room to talk. He was speaking from experience.

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If there was one thing Kat was getting from Nico it was his undivided attention. Even when the conversation lulled or Kat’s own attention wondered, he was still laser focused on her. She had to admit, the feeling of being wanted felt good. So when he came out with his obvious line about the chill, she found herself warming to it. “Kinda chilly outside” He said with a grin “You cold?”. Her eyebrow had risen as her blue eyes flashed over his exposed arms and thin tee shirt. “Me? You’re the one in the Tee-shirt in winter” She countered giving his shoulder a small playful slap “Look at those goosebumps!”

But then, Nico shifted, his gaze suddenly more intense as he boldly patted the lounge beside him. “Wanna sit over here?” His voice was casual, but the question hit her unexpectedly. Kat froze for a second, her playful demeanor fading. Her cheeks flushed, and she wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Oh I…” she stumbled over what to say next so he continued. She felt her shoulders tighten, instinctively folding her arms, creating a small barrier- Her cheeks flushed beet red. He continued, justifying his offer, his free hand held up in a gesture of innocence.

Noticing her hesitation, Nico made it a little less intense, holding the bottle out of her reach with a grin like he was daring her. For a moment, it almost made her run, but then he relented, stretching back toward her to let her take it if she wanted.

Feeling a little more in control now, Kat swung her legs off the lounge and grabbed the bottle again, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest. Am I doing this? I wish I could ask Ines. She knows… more about this stuff.

Kat took another swig of the tequila, trying to push her nerves down. When she turned back to Nico, his unwavering focus on her made her feel suddenly vulnerable. She cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze as she mumbled, “Well, since you look really cold yourself…”

Did I really just say that?

Her nerves were going into overdrive but still she stood. Kat adjusted her crop top slightly, pulling it down a little, a nervous gesture. Her heart was beating like crazy, her stomach flipped, her head spun and her cheeks burned hot in the winter chill. She carefully sidled beside him on the lounge, her body brushing his. His warmth hit her immediately, a comforting contrast to the cold night air. She rested her head on his shoulder, her mind buzzing as the world spun around her. She felt dizzy from the tequila, but the comfortable heat from Nico kept her grounded.

What am I DOING. How far will this go?

But even as the thought crossed her mind, her nerves started to slow, overtaken by an unexpected sense of safety. She closed her tired eyes and let her head lull against his shoulder. “I do feel warmer,” she muttered softly, her voice quieter now as she settled further into the moment. But then he shifted slightly, and she reflexively looked up at him. Their faces were close now, and her pulse quickened again. She could feel her heart racing. Was he going to kiss her? Her mind was racing with doubts. What if she was a terrible kisser? What if he laughed at her? What if—

“Uh… sorry, Nico, would you mind giving me a sec?” The panic in her voice was barely contained as she quickly pulled away. “I just… I’m gonna be right back, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

She didn’t wait for his response, instead she hopped up, pressing the bottle back into his hands and rushed away, walking fast to avoid running.

The music of the party, the noise, all faded as her head throbbed. The dizzying sensation from the tequila was catching up with her, and she couldn’t get out of the crowd fast enough.

When she reached the bathroom, locking the door behind her, it felt like a moment of escape. She exhaled heavily, her panic starting to subside as she splashed cold water on her face. “Oh God… I’m such a loser,” she muttered under her breath, staring at her reflection, feeling the tension settle slightly.

She had mascara streaked all over her face now. Idiot. She dabbed at the smudged black makeup with tissues, then reached into her little shoulder bag and reapplied. The small routine helped calm her down, gave her something to focus on as the anxiety slowed.

She sighed, leaning heavily on the basin. “Ines…” She muttered, and she opened her phone. She didn’t know what she was looking for. Reassurance? Advice? the thought of going back to the party felt overwhelming, but her desire for a connection with Nico still lingered in her mind. Had she blown it completely?

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She'd successfully avoided Dallas so far. Actually, she wasn't even sure he was there. That was fine with Scarlett though, less for her to worry about. She'd grabbed a drink, and then another, and then another. Meaning? Between that and the weed she'd smoked earlier, she was completely intoxicated. Eh, whatever, that wasn't too out of the ordinary for Ari. After the... incident... she had resorted to certain substances, to distract her. Take her mind off of things when she wasn't focused on being a total bitch.

But the one person Ari hadn't seen yet, that she wanted to, was Byron. God, did she have the hots for him. It may have been the alcohol talking... but she just wanted to find him. And if he happened to be with Dahlia? God, there was no telling what stupid thing she'd do.

As she stumbled through Bentley's house, half looking for Byron, half going outside to meet Damien, Scar unintentionally ran into someone. Looking up to see who she'd run into, her lips fell into a smirk, seeing just the person she wanted to see. Byron Williams. It was a slightly chaotic greeting. Glasses shattering on the floor, they were both clearly not right in the head. But, this was the opportunity she'd been waiting for all night. Dahlia was nowhere in sight, and she had him all to herself.

He made sure he was okay, obviously that meant he was flirting with her, right? Duh, it did. Scarlett grabbed his arm as he mentioned walking away to go find Dahlia. "Oh c'mon, handsome, don't leave me. I might be cut or something. Maybe I need you to check me out," she slurred, winking at him. She knew Dahlia would kick her ass if she did anything with him. But did she care? Absolutely not. Ari gently rubbed his arm, that was how she'd entrapped him the first time. "Don't you want to stay with me? I'm more fun than she is," she rolled her eyes as she herself mentioned Dahlia. She looked up at Byron, putting on her most fake and sweet smile.

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