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Wes.

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Tipsy, but not tipsy enough

talking to...

Lacey (Talking), Jacinta (Talking)

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Bentley's Party

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Lacey, Jacinta

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“None taken.”

He said, his accent coming through a bit stronger than it had previously now that he was starting to get tipsy and the bottle in his hand was already nearly empty. He appreciated the brutal honesty from the girl he now assumed could be safely identified as Lacey. A girl who would so openly tell you she’s not into you could probably be trusted.

Once the bottle in his hand was empty he tossed it on the counter behind him and listened to it clatter, but not break. About a half a bottle of whiskey down and he was still barely buzzed. He wasn’t edging towards sober anymore, but still not quite where he wanted to be.

His thoughts were disturbed by Lacey speaking again, he shook his head without saying anything in response to her inquiry. There had been a game? Figures, what else would people get up to in a town like this? Sure, Gatlinburg was tiny, but it wasn’t this tiny. It was also not too far a drive from the much more populous Knoxville, just about an hour and you’d be in the heart of the city. Maybe there would be a place like that around here somewhere, if he was really desperate and unable to score here, maybe he could venture further.

Then he remembered the other girl a few feet away, Jac-something-or-other. His head tipped towards her and away from Lacey, after giving a quick whistle to get her attention he spoke again, this time directed at her

“You wouldn’t happen to know where a fella like myself could score in a place like this?”

It was probably another longshot, this girl looked like the strongest thing she knocked back would be Tylenol.

That didn’t mean she didn’t happen to know someone who did though, or maybe someone who knew someone. That was the only interesting thing about small towns, everybody knows everyone else. Even to their detriment. He’d had first hand experience with that part.

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Damien Slater

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The guy blew smoke into Damien's face, and he instinctively pulled his head back, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

The girl to his side wasted no time in excusing herself, not that Damien could blame her given how rude her stupid little friend with his stupid little tattoos was. How'd he even get those, huh? Did his parents sign off on it, or had he lied about his age or something?

... None of that was important.

He waved a hand in the air to dispel the smoke. "You're kind of a douche, ya know that?" he asked, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance as he glared up at the boy.

(Granted, Winona doesn't know how tall Felix is, but she's gonna assume he's taller than the barely 5'8" Damien.)

And then, this fuckwad raised his vodka bottle like he was gonna toss it at Damien? He instantly recoiled, taking a couple steps back, which caused him to naturally have to raise his voice. Even if he really didn't need to, but Damien was a loud person by nature, and any kind of space between himself and another person just raised his voice tenfold.

"A real sick person, ya know?" Damien scoffed, glaring at the dude, before he reached out and snatched the bottle from the guy. More so to save his face, and less because he enjoyed the act of drinking alcohol.

Sure, he'd drank a little bit here and there, but that was mostly just to appear cool to others. Which nearly never worked, even with a cool ass nickname like Slater to back him up.

It was really hard to not look like you wanted to throw up when drinking straight alcohol, ya know.

Still, he took a swig from the bottle, grimacing as the rancid liquid went down his throat.

... Not 'cause he was trying to look cool in front of the jackass or anything, like pffft, why would he care about that?

"You cannot handle your alcohol," he lectured once more, holding the bottle out, as he pointed a finger in the guy's direction.

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My Own Worst Enemy

For a moment as they walked together through the swell of the music and the commotion of the crowd, Lia had seemed to relax under his arm. Byron had glanced at her to see the tension leave her face, and a smile appear instead. As fleeting as it was, he wondered why he’d come at her so strongly in the first place. He could have just dropped it, brought it up later, maybe when they were free of social obligation. But the moment passed. Lia’s features hardened again, anger and disgust twisting her expression as her eyes flicked toward Dimond. The tension was back, sharp and unrelenting. Byron let his arm drop to his side as Lia slipped away to embrace her friend Alexa. Byron didn’t bother straining to hear their hushed words. Alexa’s icy glances told him all he needed to know—Lia was spilling the cliff notes of their latest fight. Not that it mattered. Alexa’s dislike for him was predictable, almost routine by now, and, frankly, unremarkable.

Byron’s gaze wandered to Dimond as she grabbed her bottle of tequila and climbed onto a table, commanding the room’s attention. He didn’t mind the view, if he was honest, and the looks of disdain Lia and Alexa threw her way were oddly satisfying. It was a party, after all. What was the point if not to make a scene?

Lia returned, a small smile on her lips as she leaned in for a quick kiss. Byron returned it reflexively, muttering, “Okay, have fun,” in a tone that was neither warm nor cold. He caught the pointed glance she shot Dimond before she disappeared into the crowd, leaving him behind. He was over the drama tonight, and he was quite glad that she was taking herself and her irritating friend with her. He noticed the look she shot Dimond before she left. Dimond, now dancing wildly with another girl she’d pulled onto the table, barely noticed his half-hearted wave as he turned toward the kitchen. The rum burned as he took a swig, and his face twisted in disgust. Too strong. He needed a mixer.

Byron made his way through the crowd, navigating the familiar house with ease. He’d been here enough times—his mother’s endless dinner parties had turned it into a second home, though not an upgrade from his own.

As he reached the kitchen door a girl stepped out, drink in hand, and he stopped just short of colliding with her “Oops, sorry about that” he said as he stepped away from the door a little, giving her some room. He didn’t recognise her, so he figured she wasn’t a Haven falls girl, but then something tugged at him Oh, this is that new girl. He couldn’t remember her name, but she was in one of his classes. Something beginning with an R maybe. “I think you’re in my maths class or something, right? I’m Byron.” She seemed nice enough—and more importantly, unconnected to the tangled web of his social life. Maybe she’d know someone interested in his… product. Not that he’d lead with that.

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Hyped

OUTFIT: Here

LOCATION: Party

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Amy Kitsune2202

Addison Lily Price

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Kat matchaa

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Nico Tiwari

Killing someone's vibe should be a fucking crime

Nico awoke suddenly, sitting up to peek through the windows in a groggy attempt at sussing out where the hell he was. He'd been sprawled out on his mattress, as usual, but the harsh overhead lights and dark, abandoned lot were a quick reminder this wasn't the usual spot he'd park his van to crash for the night.

He was...at school? It was all coming back now.

Earlier, he'd left Amy's house freshly showered and ready to kick off the night. With some hours to kill before the party, he was hoping to catch Addison at the game, to put in a little extra time with her before their official party “date.” Addi wasn't some slut; she was far more demure, innocent even, and he liked that about her. Hooking up was proving to be far more of a challenge than he'd anticipated, but the fact that she was actually making him work for it was driving him crazy–in the best way.

He was pumped to meet up with Addi, maybe even a bit wired as he pulled into the school parking lot. The stoner decided the obvious answer was to get high--his go-to solution for pretty much anything. Unfortunately, the indica worked a little too well on that front, knocking him out for the whole remainder of the game, still clutching the vape while he snoozed peacefully.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Not even bothering with a text, Nico scrambled to the van's driver's seat. He sped over to Bentley's as fast as the old hunk of junk could take him, yawning and rubbing the lingering remnants of sleep from his eyes. Unfortunately, Addison was nowhere to be found. Just to be thorough, he even checked the upstairs bedrooms, inadvertently bursting in on a pair of lovebirds who had clearly snuck away for a little privacy.

Nico stomped back down the stairs, perturbed. “Fuck,” He mumbled under his breath, stabbing a fist into the the nearest bowl of chips. Chomping on a handful, the boy wondered if Addi had ditched the party or just found someone better to hang with tonight. He fished his phone from his pocket to ask when a message popped up that caught his attention. It was Kat, and she was asking for company outside.

The beautiful Katherine Burke was beckoning to him, and there was no way he was gonna squander this opportunity. Nico wasted no time rushing through the crowded house, dodging partygoers and rounds of beer pong. On the way outside, he even had the good fortune to find an entire bottle of tequila, unopened and unattended, and quickly swiped it before anyone could stop him.

Jogging across the backyard, he found Kat by the pool, just as she said she'd be. “Hey! What's good, Sleeping Beauty?” He teased, plopping down into the chaise lounge beside hers. “Oop, you got a little drool here, ya know,” Nico pointed to the corner of his own mouth, snickering. “Naw, I'm just playin’.”

“You seen Addi around?” He asked halfheartedly, as his attention was locked on Kat for the moment. Intrigued, he watched her delicately sip the last of her drink. He'd never seen her drunk before, and was dying to know what the uptight overachiever was like after throwing back a few.

“Eh?” Grinning, he held up the alcohol he'd brought out with him, convinced she'd be just as excited about the find as he was. It never occurred to him she might not want to chug straight tequila from the bottle like a fucking barbarian. He lifted it to break the plastic seal with his teeth and spat it a fair distance into the grass, then cheerfully offered the bottle to Kat.

“You look really hot, by the way,” Nico flashed a playful grin, but the appreciation in his eyes and little nod of approval was enough to show he was deadly serious. “I like the glasses.”

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Felix McClair

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*(For future reference, Winzy: Felix is 5'9.7)*


Shrimpy? Ugh, why did Carmen have to pick a food-related nickname? It was making Felix so terribly hungry. He gladly accepted the sole custody of the joint. If only there had been more. "See ya!" He waved Carmen and her snappy attitude off, he didn't need that kind of vibe right now.

Felix stared the guy right back but with way less intensity. "Can't exactly control the air flow, and you're kinda in my face!" He grinned as the bottle was grabbed from him as if he was going to bite if the guy lingered about. It was actually kind cute how he grimaced at the taste of vodka. Like in a 'baby's first' sort of cute, not *THAT* kind of cute. He reclaimed the bottle, clicking his tongue at the preposterous statement.

"Please! I can handle it just fine. Way better...ER than you." The stutter was caused by a burb escaping him mid-sentence. "Bet I could out-drink ya, even though I've got like, a huge head start!" 'Huge' was kind of an exaggeration but more true than not when it came to this guy. It was painfully obvious he didn't drink often, if ever.

"Actually ...I think ya could use a chill pill!" He took another hit before extending his hand to offer him the joint. Not a pill but close enough. The gesture was practically chivalrous of him, wasting the last bit of his pot possessions on a total stranger. "How 'bout it, Shrimpy?" A snort pushed smoke through his nose. It was simply impossible to keep a straight face while using that nickname.

"Sooo, we gonna fight now or what?" He wasn't being all that serious with his question. Mainly he was curious if the guy would even have the guts for it. He sure had the gall to call him names but to fight? As if!




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