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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
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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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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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“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.”


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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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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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“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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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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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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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.”


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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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Byron had been about to turn on his heels when he felt a hand on his arm.Scarlett slurred her words, nearly as drunk has he was from the sounds. This was how she got him last time—the gentle touch, the big brown eyes, the sweet words dripping with poison. But back then, Lia and he had only been talking. If Lia saw him like this now- his concentration wavered and His breath hitched as her hand glided over his arm.

I need to leave. Now.

The thought came sluggishly, as if spoken underwater. His cheeks burned as he tried to focus on making his words clear. “You don’t look hurt or anything… I really have to go.” But even as he moved he felt her on his arm like an anchor, pulling him back with gentle pressure.

Looking at her again she continued talking. He was a bit stunned by her beauty when she smiled. He couldn’t tell if it was genuine, or if it was put on, but it sure was breathtaking. Her words made him frown though as he processed them. “More fun? No. No,” he muttered, shaking his head. His feet refused to move. Why was she drunk and alone? Where was Dallas? What if something happened to her? He didn’t need that on his conscience—or Dallas breathing down his neck. Especially since they’d only just reconnected.

With a sigh, he took her hand, prying it gently off his arm. “Scar…” His voice was low, almost pleading. “You’re trying to get us both killed.”

She swayed, and he frowned, noticing for the first time how unsteady she was. The shattered glass on the floor glinted in the low light. Swearing under his breath, he tugged her hand carefully. “Come on, let’s get away from this mess before you hurt yourself.”

“How much did you drink?” he muttered, not expecting an answer as he led her toward a quieter corner of the room. His free hand found his bottle of rum, and he took another swig, the burn grounding him. His conscience was going to get him in big trouble tonight. “Is your brother here? Maybe you should go home.”







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It seemed the cowgirl was deceptively scented like weed as she confirmed that like many other kids in this party she did not have anything better than alcohol, and apparently cigarettes as she held out a carton. Hell, at this point he'd take what he can get.

“Alright, alright. I’ll play your game.”
He said, dropping his folded arms and instead extending a hand with his palm up. He was a burnout for sure, but he still wasn't raised in a barn. Just near one actually.

His lips parted just slightly to glimpse a sliver of his ever so slightly crooked teeth, a sight that he was painfully aware had a certain effect on others. Particularly the opposite sex, there was a reason why he always had the most hats waving up in the hair during his times in the rodeo ring.

“Name’s Wes, and for your information that's short for Weston, not Wesley. So, you best get it right.”
If he was the one wearing the hat and not her this is when he would've tipped it about now
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The actual last thing he needed was to be patronized by a total stranger acting like he actually gave a shit about him or better yet, knew anything about him. If he wanted to hear well-intentioned but annoying preaching he would have called his sister. That was exactly what he was trying to avoid in the first place but looks like there was just no escaping it.

Felix responded to his little speech with a blah-blah hand gesture, rolling his eyes hard. Sure, the guy did mean well but still! Why was he so adamant about wasting his breath lecturing to a random kid... Didn't he have anything, or anyone better to do? "Looks like everyone around here turns into boomers before they're like twenty-something."

He set the vodka bottle down on the ground, stumbling slightly as the quick motion made his head spin. The older guy may have been correct about his alcohol consumption but no way in hell was he going to admit it.

Stuffing hands in the pockets of his jacket, he scoffed at the idea of sobering up. "Dude... Ya think I would be going around asking for dope if sobering up was my goal?" He expelled a heavy sigh. Both the conversation and his mood were now headed dangerously close to the rabbit hole of melancholy.

"What if I don't wanna feel better, or anything at all..." He muttered under his breath, sticking with his idea of guys not baring their souls to each other. Wallowing in all that emotional bullshit would do anyone or anything absolutely no favors at all. What difference would it make, other than make you feel even worse. It's not like it would actually change anything.

Feeling a mixture of frustration and gloom Felix rubbed his face. Maybe having a drink of water wasn't such a bad idea after all, especially if it would shake the guy off his case. "Ugh, fine... If I hydrate, am I off the hook?"


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Addison had arrived a bit later than the party than she had planned. With trying to find ways to get out of her strict household without her family noticing, more specifically her father was a challenge but eventually she was able to sneak right out the front door when everyone had gone off to their rooms to sleep. She hadn't even had time to check her phone for her messages, all she knew was that Kat and Liana would be there and that was enough for her, she was going to experience highschool to the fullest one way or another.

Arriving at Byron's house her eyes went wide seeing the state, she'd never been to a party, nor homecoming nor anything of the sort. This was Addison's first exposure to a highschool party, she was nervous of course but she was getting good at hiding the anxiety, plus she can't spend her whole time here worrying when she should be finding ways to escape her problems.

She walked into the crowded house bumping into multiple people on the way in many who gave her side glares and in turn she shrugged giving them a big smile before apologizing. She'd been looking around at first, hundreds of people with plastic red cups in their hands, others with bottles, couples making out on the side, music bursting through her ear drums. This was exactly what she expected but expecting something and experiencing it were two completely different things.

“Woah” She said, rotating around like a child before it clicked back to her why she was here. Right Liana….Liana, Kat…hmmm they should be around here somewhere - ow. Just then shed bumped right into Nico turning around she smiled, “hey there” they were supposed to meet up earlier..much much earlier, and he was supposed to pick her up, but with her delay and what she assumed where messages she hasn't responded to things didn't go as planned…yet here they were together.

“I'm a little late huh? I was planning on coming earlier but so many things ran into each other and I had to wait for my parents and-” she looked at him realizing she was going off on a tangent as she rubbed the back of her head embarrassed her cheeks slightly turning a pink color. “Sorry…you probably don't care about that, but it doesn't matter now the universe's fate , whatever you wanna call it, has brought us right here where we…kinda planned to meet up” she grinned from ear to ear, already forgetting about searching for her friends. That was the thing with Addison she gets distracted so quickly. She stood in front of Nico, much shorter, wearing a rather simple outfit: a pair of black jeans followed with a crop top.












































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Quinn didn't appear to be in any big hurry to wander off once she'd gotten her hands on some booze. In fact, when she plucked a bottle of peach liquor from the counter, she announced she was claiming it for both of them. Vin was thrilled to hear it, of course; he could take or leave the alcohol, he was just happy to be included in Quinn’s immediate plans.

“Oh yeah, I–uh..totally,” The boy stammered awkwardly when she turned his question back on him. In truth, he could rarely force himself to drink because it all tasted so terrible, but the dumb little nerd was just socially aware enough to fake it for this girl. After all, she seemed to like it, and he didn't want to seem like some boring Haven Falls loser in her eyes.

“Really?? Wow, that'd be awesome!” He perked back up at the offer to be her guest at a party sometime. That was quite the exciting prospect, at least for him. Not only was his new friend suggesting an actual hangout at a later date, but a Silver Lake party?? Vin would be lying if he said he never wondered how the other half lived, what kind of cool stuff the rich kids got up to. He decided their parties must be epic, thrown in beautiful, sprawling mansions with a hot tub in every room.

Vinny watched Quinn easily down a sip of vodka and opine on the taste, how it resembled a peach ring. He smiled back at her as she handed the bottle over, excited to give it a try. All the alcohol he’d previously tried had tasted more like straight poison than candy, so this would be a real treat.

Tipping his head back, he happily took a massive chug from the bottle, and instantly regretted it. That huge sip burned viciously all the way down, making his eyes water, and the taste was nothing short of peach-flavored death.

“That doesn't taste like a peach ring,” He managed to sputter out hoarsely, free hand rubbing at his throat as if he’d just swallowed actual poison.
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“Hey, you're the one who wanted to hang around outside,” Nico teased, laughing as he took a peek at his bare arm. It was indeed covered in goosebumps. The alcohol was doing its job, making him completely numb to the cold.

He was still holding the bottle out to her, awaiting Kat's next move. Nevermind coming to join him in the lounge chair, she seemed to be hesitating before she would even snatch the tequila back, which seemed like a very bad sign.

FUCK, I really ballsed this up, he thought.

He'd been enjoying Kat's company so much, getting to know her better, that he didn't want their interaction to end so soon. But perhaps his actions were a little too forward for a nice girl like Kat? And now, he was worried she might end up fleeing his presence.

Nico was about to lower his arm in defeat when Kat finally gripped the bottle and gingerly took it from him. He was even more surprised to find her standing moments later. He grinned, scooting over a bit more so she could slip in beside him on the lounge chair.

“Damn, nevermind,” He chuckled, ready to eat his words after insisting she was the one who looked cold. “You're like a little space heater,” He teased, giving her a gentle squeeze after folding his arms around her.

“See? Teamwork makes the dream work, or some shit,” He replied when Kat admitted how much warmer she felt with her head cradled on his shoulder. As the two shared a quiet moment of stargazing, Nico let his fingers wander through her golden hair, absently toying with the soft strands while his mind went blissfully blank. Ordinarily, he'd already be calculating his next move, trying to maneuver the situation down the quickest road that would lead to making out. But he was too busy simply enjoying her warmth, the lovely fragrance of her hair, and how great she felt in his arms to think about much else.

Until Kat glanced up at him, and his heart instantly began to race. He rarely saw her outside the harsh fluorescent school lighting, but up close, with her pink lips and rosy cheeks from the chilly night breeze, she looked so beautiful. He wanted to tell her so, but the words stuck stubbornly in his throat. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to kiss her, but oddly, he was too nervous to even lean in–and this would have been the perfect moment.

And then suddenly, Kat was apologizing and trying to disentangle herself from his grasp. Wait, don't go, was all he could think, but she was already rushing away before he could get any words out. He watched her run back to the house, utterly confused and a wee bit devastated. Was something wrong? Did he do something wrong?

Nico stood up to follow, but it felt like his pleasant tequila buzz was suddenly flinging him violently into drunk as hell territory. He stumbled backward, taking a moment to secure his footing before attempting the trek across the yard.

Inside, there was no sign of Kat. By then, his fuzzy brain had even managed to convince him she might have left the party altogether just to get far away from him, and the thought stung worse than any rejection he’d ever felt in his seventeen years of life.

The party was still raging, and after many moments ticked by, Nico decided he needed to drink more, to forget the last hour even happened. Instead, he just wandered around aimlessly. Feeling strangely alone in such a huge crowd, he was hoping to find a friend, or at least a familiar face.

And luckily, he came across one when a tiny brunette backed into him. “Addi??” He asked incredulously as the girl whirled around to face him. He’d never been so happy to see someone.

“Yoooo!! Where you been??” Pulling Addison close, he engulfed her in a tight hug that lifted her off her feet before letting go. Addi launched into a long-winded explanation that Nico was too drunk to follow in the moment, but he did manage to catch the word fate.

“It's fate. Totally,” He grinned, nodding in agreement. As she stood smiling up at him in her casual black jeans, blushing adorably, she'd never looked more gorgeous. Without another thought, he slipped a hand against her cheek, gently guiding her face closer as he leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sooo, you made it!” He spoke up after his lips parted from hers. “Yo, I got some…” Nico looked down at his empty hands as if he'd find the tequila bottle there, finally realizing he’d left it outside. “Ah, shit. I mean, did you want somethin’ to drink?” He asked her cheerfully, slurring his words a bit.
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Kat jolted, her heart leaping into her throat. How long had she been hiding in here? She’d completely lost track of time. In her panic, her phone slipped from her grasp and hit the tiled floor with a sickening thud.

“Shit,” she muttered, stooping to pick it up. The screen protector had cracked—of course—but the phone itself was fine, luckily.

The pounding on the door came again, sharper this time. Kat winced, shoving her phone into her pocket and yanking the door open. A boy, barely upright, staggered past her and immediately doubled over the toilet. The sound of retching filled the small space, and Kat gagged, stumbling out of the bathroom before her own stomach could turn.

Out in the hallway, she fumbled for her phone again, scanning her messages for reassurance. Ines’s text glowed on the screen: “If he wants to kiss you, he’s probably still out there.”

Maybe I haven’t screwed it all up.

The party was becoming blurred as she stumbled her way back through the throng. Her chest tightened with a surge of determination. She had to find Nico. He’d been so sweet earlier, sitting with her on the lounge chairs, making her laugh in a way that felt effortless. Her sister’s teasing question still echoed in her mind: “Do you want to kiss him?” She hadn’t been sure then, but now she was.

The pounding music hit her like a wave as she re-entered the chaos of the party. The floor vibrated beneath her feet and bodies swayed in time to the beat. When she finally reached the lounge chairs her heart sunk.

He wasn’t there.

The bottle of Tequila they’d been passing back and forth lay there abandoned. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands as if the answer to his whereabouts was written on the lable. Maybe he went in to look for me? Her heart fluttered with renewed hope.

Before she could second guess herself she rushed back towards the back door. Clutching the bottle, she wove back into the crowd, scanning every face. Her desperation grew with each passing second. She was about to give up when a familiar voice cut through the noise.

Addy?

Kat came to a stop. She turned toward the sound, her gaze locking onto a flash of light brown hair. Addison. And beside her—Kat’s stomach dropped—was Nico.

She began to call out to them but her words died in her throat as they embraced. She froze to the spot as she watched the familiar way he swept her off her feet, His goofy grin, the one that had made Kat’s heart flutter just moments ago, was now directed at someone else. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he kissed her.

The bottle nearly slipped from her hands as she was suddenly reminded of Nico asking after Addison at the start of their encounter.

Kat looked down at the liquor in her hands, feeling a surge of humiliation and anger rise up within her- so sharp it made her eyes sting.

Without hesitation Kat closed the distance between them. She shoved the bottle into his chest, the force of it making him stumble slightly. She didn’t say a word. What was there to say? She turned and walked away, her legs shaky but her pace steady.

The music faded as she stumbled down a random hallway, finding herself in a quiet side room. A study, by the looks of it—grand bookcases, a massive oak desk, and leather couches. Kat sank into one, her head in her hands. The word spun so violently when she closed her eyes it was like she was on a ship over stormy seas. She wondered dully if Addison had recognised that it was her from their brief encounter. She had no idea that Nico was the “on again, off again” boyfriend that Addison had mentioned in passing.

How could she have been so stupid? Of course, Nico had been looking for Addison. Of course, she’d been nothing more than second best- a placeholder.

Kat’s phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. She checked the time. Still an hour or more to go before she could leave without raising suspicion. She needed to find her sister—or someone, anyone—safe to be around until this nightmare of a party was over.

Dragging herself to her feet, Kat made her way back into the chaos. It took some time, but eventually, she spotted Ana in the kitchen. Relief flooded her so strongly that tears threatened to spill over.

“You made it!” Kat said, throwing her arms around her friend in a tight hug. She leaned heavily against her, almost stumbling as she pulled back. “I need water.” She slurred a little bit, her voice was slightly hoarse. Kat filled a glass and took a long, shaky sip, the cool water soothing her dry throat.

She wanted to tell Ana everything—about Nico, Addison, the humiliation—but the words felt too heavy. Instead, she said quietly, “I’m so glad you’re here.”







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When Wes offered his hand, Carmen took it. Shaking it for a little too long and with a bit too much gusto, as she was caught up in looking at his teeth (which like his curls, seemed to refuse the idea of uniformity). If she were to call this first impression by its name it'd be- Untamed.

The brunette had a million questions.

‘Name’s Wes, and for your information that's short for Weston, not Wesley.’

“Carmen.”


Okay a million and one. Why couldn't anyone just be named Ashley or Jacob anymore?

‘If you want to know any last or middle names you're gonna have to make with something a bit better than a cig.’

Something better than a cig? He really was looking for party favors. And by the sounds of it- something stronger than she was normally up to sourcing.

With Wes having paid his dues, Carmen started to give him his reward before pulling it away once again
“Wait uh- one second....”
she rummaged around in her pockets once again. Why did everything take so much longer when in front of a cute guy? Finally though she produced a pen (stolen from work of course, Pick a Flick proudly printed in comic sans on the side, yeah that's right. Comic. Sans.)

She took a moment to scribble down her number on the roof of the box, making sure it was legible, before finally relinquishing the paper carton to its new owner.
“Just keep the pack.”
she insisted.

Had Carmen been more adept at flirting she might've said something like: to remember me by. But she wasn't, so she didn't.

“You can text me and I'll get you Byron's number.”


Her next statement was a risk but she was feeling just confident enough to say it.
“Maybe, hang out sometime? I'll make sure I'm packing.”
Man maybe it was his twang drawing her in but she was really leaning into this whole cowgirl thing tonight.
“And by packing I mean I'll have weed- not a gun. That would be insane.”


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Scarlett smirked as Byron reacted to her touch, unable to move. Perfect. That's how she needed him to be. Distracted, trapped in her clutch. And he was falling right in. But, there was something there that wasn't the first time. What was it? Resist? No, he obviously wanted this, wanted her. Maybe... fear? Probably of Lia. She got that. Ari was also scared of Lia, the girl was crazy. Like actually crazy. WHATEVER. Scarlett was obviously better than Dahlia, in every circumstance. And, Byron obviously knew that.

He pulled her away from the glass, to a corner of the room. Perfect. Everything was going perfect. She was very intoxicated, and that was clear in the way she was carrying herself. She was slurringher words, and almost fell twice on the short walk from the drinks to this little corner they were in. He asked exactly how much she'd had to drink... a number she honestly didn't know. It hadn't been too many, but mixed with the high she was feeling from... earlier... it definitely seemed like a lot more. "I've had..." She paused for a second, counting on her fingers at first, but eventually just giving up. Scarlett shook her hands out, as if trying to get the numbers off her hands. "Well, honestly it doesn't really matter how much I had to drink."

Scarlett smiled again, this time a real one, proud of herself for... honestly nothing really, just existing. At the mention of her brother, the smile disappeared completely, leaving a frown in its place. "I really don't think Dallas has anything to do with this. I mean, he probably isn't here. And even if he is, we aren't finding him. And I'm not going home. It's too early for that." She spiraled, wanting nothing more than to get off the topic of Dallas. She knew that if he saw her now... saw how intoxicated she was... and knew her plans for the night? Things would be the opposite of perfect. So she shook her head again, moving the hand that wasn't holding his up to his shoulder.

Scar squeezed his shoulder gently, rubbing it with her thumb. She had to make her move now, before he thought about it. Before he decided to do something smart, to not stand her with her anymore. She scanned Byron's body before looking up to meet his eyes, giving him a look. A look that told him just how determined she was to be here, to be with him. And how desperate she was for him to just forget about Dahlia, forget about Dallas, and focus on her. Give her his attention. "Don't think about them... Just think about me, and how hot I am... And how much of a good kisser I am."

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She had so many emotions running through her, the excitement of finally getting to go out, the feeling of being around Nico and really thinking this time things would go by smoothly between them. At least that's what she thought when he placed his hand against her cheek, her head leaning into his hand before he gingerly kissed her. She felt her heart race, her face heat up, and her body overwhelmed with excitement. She tasted the lingering alcohol on his lips, but she brushed over it, thinking he only had a shot or two. This year was the start of so many firsts and it felt like things couldn't get any better.

Once she pulled away from their kiss, her eyes glanced into his hands before meeting his eyes again. A small giggle escaped her lips, “I hope you haven't drank too much, we're supposed to look at stars after this and you're supposed to take good care of me remember~” she said playfully bumping his shoulder. “Oh and don't worry about the drink, I don't like drinking-”

Soon enough though she was cut off, feeling a gust of wind followed by some rather anger filled steps. Her eyes wandered as the girl pressed a bottle of some kind of drink into his chest, her eyes almost immediately knew who it was. Sure Addison got distracted easily, was oblivious to most people around her, and wandered around cluelessly like a kid in a candy store, but she could easily tell who her friends and people she cared about were, with just a glance at them.

But before she could say a thing Kat was already disappearing, “Wait Kat-” Addison called after her but the music was too loud her voice drowned out. What on earth could have happened? Why was Kat so upset? Why did she hand Nico a bottle of what she could only assume was some kind of alcohol?....the same one that she may have tasted on his lips.

Addison almost immediately whipped around to face Nico, she needed answers and now. Her sweet friendly smile had faded, now a look of confusion on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. “What the heck was that about? Is Kat okay? Did you do something?” She scanned his face looking for something to tell her that her thoughts were just silly that she was just overthinking the whole situation…she would never hurt her friends, it would hurt her to know or hear such a thing, if Nico had screwed up with Kat she would run right after Kat. Nico of course was important to her, but Kat and Liana would always be her number one.

“You better pick your words carefully because if you hurt Kat I swear things won't be pretty Nico.” She glared at him. So much for a perfect year.












































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Kat had been lingering on his mind, but with Addison now in front of him, it was much easier to focus on her instead of what could have been. “Oh shit. Yeah, I knew that,” Nico broke into a crooked grin at the gentle reminder that she didn't drink.

“Naahh, it's all good, I barely had anything to drink,” He lied, idly grabbing Addi's hand in his. “We could go now,” Giving her arm a little tug, he lazily jerked a thumb to point behind him, gesturing in the direction that led out to the backyard.

“Yup, Ima take good care of you,” He repeated her last sentence back with a smile, lifting her hand to press a kiss onto the back of it. “That's what I'm here for, babe.”

His senses still dulled from the alcohol, Nico hadn’t noticed Addison's face change into a look of utter confusion and concern until it was too late. He was startled to find Kat had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was now angrily shoving their tequila bottle into his chest, sending him stumbling back a few paces.

It felt like the wind had been knocked clean out of him in that moment, along with a terrible sinking feeling that he'd actually ballsed things up with Kat for real this time, in a major way. Fuck, what happened?? He was just making peace with the idea that she'd rejected him, and now she hated him?

“Kat–” Nico managed to find his voice to call out to her just as she was storming off. He wanted to go after her so badly, his feet instinctively taking him a few steps before he remembered Addi was standing right there. How the hell was he supposed to explain all this to her? He wasn't sure what to do, so he did nothing, looking on helplessly as Kat was swallowed up into the crowd.

Now it was Addi's turn to be pissed, glaring daggers up at him. “I didn't–” Nico held up his palm in a gesture of surrender, the other hand holding up the half empty bottle. “Look, we were hanging out drinking before you got here,” He shook it a bit for emphasis, the amber liquid sloshing around inside. “And then she ran off all of a sudden. I dunno, maybe she was pissed I didn't wait up for her.”

No, you didn’t wait up for her. Fucking idiot. Why didn't you just wait for her like she’d asked?

Nico, of course, was conveniently leaving out the whole cuddling/almost kissing part. He knew Addison wouldn't love to hear it, and the whole truth would only create more problems he was too drunk to deal with–his head was already spinning, trying to figure out how to smooth this Addi situation over as delicately as possible.

“Adddiii,” He frowned. “You mad?” With his best puppy dog eyes, he poked his lower lip out in a dumb sad face that he hoped would make her laugh, or at least take the edge off her anger. “Come ooon, can’t we just have fun right now?” Nico pleaded gently, slipping his arms around her to pull the girl into a hug.
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