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[Winona]

Zephyr Evermore
"Cheer up! 'Cause nothing really matters."

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bro, you lost

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Lin

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Lin, Zeph concluded, was a sore loser -- although it wasn't like the tall boy exactly had room to speak considering that this wasn't the first bet this night that was ending with an argument between the two of them over who had really won. However, that little factoid being pushed aside, Lin was still a sore loser.

But Zeph had won.

And eventually, Lin gave in and this ridiculous back and forth could finally come to a beautiful end. A beautiful end that didn't even have Zeph having to fork over twenty dollars of his own money but, instead, being given the opportunity to have Lin do something -- anything -- it was just a matter of Zeph having to think of it.

"Alright, let's see..." he trailed off as he tried to think up something that would make a decent... what was this now? A dare? Not really considering that Lin would have to do it no matter what. Not a bet, because there was no winning. Uhhh... not a favor... Zeph didn't know the proper term for what this was considered, just that he had to come up with something -- and something good.

He could make him hang from the bannister again, although Lin seemed to have enjoyed that. Maybe Zeph could have him hang off the edge of the balcony, although that was bordering on dangerous... there was uhh... Zeph could make him, what? Have him do another food-related bet? Have him pickpocket someone?

The more he considered it, the more that Zeph found himself at a loss for what to ask of the other boy.

His lips pursed in thought as he crouched down by Mitsubishi, giving the dog a pat on the head and a little smile before he grabbed his hat and placed it back on his head. Next were his gloves, which he slid on and flexed his hands. They were uncomfortable and a bit itchy but hey, Zeph had to look good for Halloween. They had a contest to try and win.

As he picked up his discarded bottle, Zeph straightened back up and it was like a lightbulb had gone off over the tall sophomore's head. He turned towards Lin, a mischievous grin on his face as he put the cap (which he'd managed to keep a hold of throughout the whole ordeal) back on top of the bottle and tightened.

The idea that had popped into his head was, in Zeph's humble opinion, incredibly dumb, immature, and it was a joke. As in, Zeph didn't expect Lin to actually do it -- because Zeph wouldn't do it in a million years. However, it was in his mind, and he thought hey, maybe it would be funny to just toss it out there for a good laugh, right?

Also it would save him some time and give him a little bit longer to try and think of an actual thing.

"How about you..." he trailed off yet again with a small chuckle. "Strip and run through the party in your underwear."

Once he was finished explaining the fake bet-dare-whatever, Zeph let out another round of laughter, chuckling and shaking his head at the pure absurdity of it. Imagine that! Stripping down and running through the party basically naked -- as if anyone would ever be willing to do that, for money or for free or for whatever. Imagine.

"Kidding," Zeph started to say, although it was hard to talk when he was still laughing at the very image.

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[ohdittoh]

• • LINDSAY KAY • •

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nnts nnts nnts nnts nnts strippin time lmao

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daphne and im fuckin rockin it lmaooooooo

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gennys place

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zephy

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Winona

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Lin strips and takes off, courtesy of Zeph's dare.

halloween update:
Lin, four bottles of soda and who-knew-how-many packages of who-knew-what-all types of candy deep, bounced on his heels, his eyes searching around as Zeph thought of some kind of bet to tell Lin to do. His dog licked at his ankles again, and he laughed, reaching down and picking up Mitsubishi and making a soft noise of surprise at her weight as he moved to cradle her in his arms. “Mitscoobishiiii,” he cooed, patting at her head and looking back up at Zeph with a wide grin on his face. “C’monnnn, Zephy— luhmao, you’re wasting nightlight here, bro! Gimme something good— real good,” he prodded, trying to get Zeph to panic and give him something really easy.

No matter what it was, Lin knew that he could handle it. Luhmao, Zephy seemed to have forgotten one thing when he had agreed to the terms of this bet:

Lin had no shame.

Lin’d had the upper hand from the beginning, and now that the terms were coming to fruition— even though Lin hadn’t lost, ess-em-aych— Lin couldn’t hold back the grin on his face.

Heheheeee…luhmao, Lin got something fun to do while Zephy got the notion that he’d won, even though Lin was still winning in his own way, luhmao.

See? Fucking genius, luhmaooo.

“How about you…”

“What?” Lin asked when he trailed off, leaning back down and putting his dog back on the ground. “Whatwhatwhat?”

“Strip and run through the party in your underwear.”

As Zeph guffawed, doubling over in a round of laughter, Lin shrugged, snickering quietly at the fact that Zeph obviously thought that he wouldn’t do it. It was a better idea than he thought that Zeph would come up with, luhmao, but hey, ya know.

“Aight, bet,” he said beneath his breath, grinning, and his hand immediately went to the waist of his tights, quickly whipping them off before fiddling with his real faux purple leather belt and tossing it off. His mouth made soft nnts nntses to a quick beat, and Lin made dramatic, unnecessary movements of his hips as he quickly disrobed. He moved onto his dress, which he grabbed by the front and tugged upwards, trying to avoid pulling off his wig and accidentally interrupting his stripping beat with soft “gahck” sounds as the bobby pins tugged at his blonde hair beneath the red monstrosity.

He held the dress out from himself, dropping it to the ground, and there he was, in all his glory: Lindsay Morgan Kay, in a red wig that now had a slouching beehive at the back with many stray hairs popping out of it, the purple sports bra that he’d bought for this very occasion covering up the lower half of his pecs, the outline that the tights had left behind red on his abs, his lime green boxers with smiley faces on each side of the butt looking right back at Zeph, the clothes strewn about the floor beneath him, his dog gnawing at the tights that she had been licking at all night, a stray bobby pin dancing onto Lin’s forehead, determination in Lin’s eyes, and a wide grin plastered on his face.

“Watch this, Zephy— I’ll do this real good,” Lin said, and, with that, he dashed down the stairs, his red wig bouncing at the plods of his feet as Lin became a neon-boxered blur, the smiley faces on Lin’s butt smiling at Zeph as his figure retreated down the stairs and into the large crowd below.

lmao catch you later
. Lin Kay . ​

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[Winona]

Ashton West
"I heard that you've been having some trouble finding your place in the world."

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Spider Gwen plus a sweatshirt

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Trevor

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N/A

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ohdittoh ​

This, Ash decided, this right here was nice. First listening to Trevor's strong opinions on superhero costumes (which had made her laugh too much -- probably thanks to the alcohol), and now listening to Trevor's ridiculous story, her lips pulled back into an easy smile. Yeah it was moments like these that made the bad things before not seem so bad. Their previous argument over... whatever it had been -- Ash was still fuzzy as to what had started the whole thing, although that was more due to her refusing to acknowledge what it so blatantly was than anything else. But that moment could be forgotten because now, things were...

Okay.

She could breathe. Which like, yeah, that probably sounded dumb to any outsiders. But it was the panic, and the worry, and the this and that which had set over her while they'd argued that had made each breath feel nearly impossible. Now, though, things were back to that tentative feeling of okay which, somehow, had already become a rarity in their brief week of dating.

It was just like... when it was just them? It was fine. Things were good and Ash could honestly say she was happy. However, it felt like when they were around other people -- when other people started getting involved, or not even involved but just talking with them, that's when things went... so... freaking... wrong.

And Ash didn't get it, although she should've. It was blatantly staring her in the face, because it wasn't people in general, it was one person and she had bluntly been told why over and over, but...

Ash was only really good at ignoring things and pretending not to see them.

Like, if she ignored it long enough, it would just go away, right?

"I don't know, salmons are pretty cool fish." She said as his story reached its end -- his story which made he reasoning behind hating Halloween seem pitiful in response. As in, aside from her hatred of wearing costumes, it wasn't like Ash had much reason to hate it.

She shifted so that she could lean her side against the house again, her head resting against the side of the house once again, too. Ash brushed a hand through her hair, tucking a few loose strands behind her ear before letting both of her hands fall into her lap.

"At least I was always something, like, super cool. But Eli and I would have these Halloween recitals when I was still in dance and like, the worst one was when we were in these huge pumpkins, right? But like, we couldn't freaking move and we could barely see so the whole thing was just a mess." Her lips twitched up at the memory. "Anyway, but after that we'd usually get dressed up with, like, Gen and Cap and Jace and whoever else and go trick-or-treating. It was... nice."

It made her homesick to think about, although literally her whole family had come to LA to attend Hollywood Arts -- except her parents, obviously, which was fine with her. The people that mattered -- the twins and Cap -- were here, and that's all she really cared about.

"So, like, if I found your grandma's Facebook or, like, your mom's, I'd totally get to see all of those Salmon Sean pictures, right?" Ash asked with a teasing smile. She was kidding, of course... mostly. Like, Ash wasn't Gen -- she wasn't about to start stalking his whole family looking for a few kid pictures, but that didn't mean Ash couldn't joke with him about the idea.

"Like, I don't even have to go looking through your room for a secret photo album now."

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[sunshineysoul]

minerva frost

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fuck feelings

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scandalous midrift

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in her car

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N/A

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dorian

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jasmyn

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opening up is a bitch

if minnie was anything, minnie was stubborn. if she really wanted to, right then and there, she could've stayed silent. she could've kept her mouth shut, full silent treatment until dorian gave up and went back to the party. she had done it time and time again, not shutting down when people got on to her, but fortifying her walls, building them up even higher than before.

and yet she knew that dorian was just as stubborn, if not more so. and he was the one driving her car, while she had a busted up hand. she knew she wasn't leaving that car without opening up one way or another.

there was a moment of silence, whether awkward or not, minnie wasn't about to open up as they were ordering ice cream. if she was opening up, even a little bit, she wasn't about to be interrupted by some part-time working teenager saying "you're total's $7.38, have a wonderful night."

so she told dorian that she wanted a small, neopolitan ice cream cone, and waited as they pulled up to the window. dorian handed her her cone, and held his ice cream as he drove away from the shop.

great, now you have no excuses, you have to talk

in case it wasn't made abundantly clear, minnie doesn't like opening up. point blank. she doesn't think it's helpful & she really doesn't like people knowing the ins and outs of who she is. yet she was about to do it anyways.

she didn't even fully trust dorian. like, okay sure, they were friends, they had bonded over working on her movie the first time before it was rejected, but it wasn't anything life changing. and sure, she didn't think he had told anyone what she had told him when they were working together, like how her family is made up of a lot of boys and one women who's heart lived in her vagina.

of course what she had failed to mention was the years of abuse and trauma that she's been carrying around for her entire life.

guess that's ending today

with a deep breath, minnie just started talking

"i don't do halloween because of my dad. he abused me for the entirety that he was in my life, and it all stemmed from that stupid day. halloween's his birthday, actually. his abusive ass never wanted anything to do with me on his birthday, so he always forced me into costumes i hated and would try and shove me out the door, trying to get me to go trick-or-treating with a bunch of strangers."

minnie made sure not to make eye contact. or was she supposed to make eye contact? minnie had no idea idea, she normally kept her eyes focused on one thing, ignoring the other person near her. so she decided to just keep her eyes glued on whatever was outside the window.

couldn't see much, it was dark, but obviously they were driving through the city. the most you could see were street lights, stop lights, and headlights as they drove. between that and her ice cream, minnie barely paid attention to what her mouth was saying.

"and now, after all the shit he's done to me and my mom, he thinks he's deserving of being in my life. spouting some bullshit about how he's changed and how he misses me. how does he miss me? he never even knew me. all he ever knew of me was a scared little girl, or in his eyes, a moving target for his empty bottles."

before she knew it, her ice cream was done.

damn, i shouldn't have gotten a small...

"so no. i don't do halloween. i don't dress in any stupid costume, i barely wore fucking kitty ears tonight." she reached up on her head and took off the stupid headband. she would've forgotten about them if it wasn't for the headache they were starting to give her.

shit not now...

of course she was tearing up. what the fuck was this? minerva frost didn't cry in front of people. why the hell was she crying? she didn't even say anything sad, there was no reason for any tears to be shed.

especially over that fucking asshole. he doesn't deserve a fucking drop.

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[ohdittoh]

TREVOR CALLAGHAN

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Click here. It's my status.

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The things I do for my roommates...They'd better be glad that I'm not a serial killer, as everyone seems to assert, or they'd be out o' luck.

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The Johannes mansion. Alone, obviously, because I don't have anyone to go with and my roommates don't count. Where else? Since when have I ever missed a place that I could smoke and get some?
I know I have a girlfriend. Listen, I gotta keep my act up, if nothing else. I've got a reputation to uphold, even if I can't uphold it in anything beyond my location. Shut up.

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Trevor rambles even more, and then heads out to the backyard, where he...greets Eli and Jan in a totally not awkward way.

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Trevor gave a frustrated huff, shaking his head. “Salmons are feckin’…stupid,” he said in response to her comment that they were pretty cool. He didn’t know what exactly salmons even did. They tasted good, but it was pretty fecking stupid to be remembered more in death than you were in life, in (drunk) Trevor’s mind. Imagine your claim to fame being well, if ya eat me, ya get a bang fer yer buck. Oh, come on. They were idiotic. They might seem cool to Ash, but she didn’t know the facts.

She also hadn’t been called Salmon Sean for her final year of middle school, so maybe that had something to do with her seeming naiveté regarding the accursed species of fish.

He lowered his head on his palm again, putting his free hand down on the concrete of the balcony between his legs. “A pumpkin?” he repeated, cracking another small smile at the mental image. He snickered quietly. “Did ya change back from it at midnight?” He snickered slightly. “See now, a pumpkin? That’s…cute, at least. An’ that was jus’ a performance— I was a doorknob in m’middle school play, so a pumpkin doesn’t even compare. Plus, a pumpkin wouldn’t even be bad fer a costume, even aside from a performance. Perhaps no one’d pick’t if they could keep from it, but ya see a pumpkin an’ ya smile, ‘cuz hey, it’s Halloween. Plus, you were probably a little kid, an’ people fawn over little children all tha time, even if they’re in the dumbest lookin’ getups on earth. Take it from a guy wit’ a pap who had tha fashion sense of a toddler wit’ cataracts whose parents have tha same affliction. Nana thought that tha same logic applied ta a gangly, awkward thirteen-year-old, an’ that’s where she went wrong.” He leaned back, lifting his head from his palm and rubbing his knees again. “A five-year-old in a fish costume? Quaint. I personally wouldn’ be sayin’ anythin’ like ‘aw, what a cute costume!’ ‘cuz I know tha torture of bein’ in a costume like that an’ also ‘cuz I generally hate children, but I could understan’ why someone’d say that, ya know. But a thirteen-year-old, wit’ snaggled teeth an’ too-long hair? Yeah, that’s about as far from cute as ya can get— an’ then ya throw that in a feckin’ fish costume? Oh, all yer gonna see is upturned lips and infants breakin’ out an’ bawlin’ at that sight.”

Yeah, Trevor tended to tell long-winded, embarrassing stories about himself when he was this far gone. This was better than fighting, though, wasn’t it?

“I’m glad yers were nice, anyway,” he said, leaning his head forward again and placing it on his palm once more. “At leas’ you didn’t have ta be called…Salmashton or somethin’. Lucky you.” His tone was grumpy, but the light smile on his face said that, though this wasn’t a pleasant memory, he looked back at it fondly.

He paused a moment, shaking his head slightly at the nonsensical, formless thoughts running in his head.

"So, like, if I found your grandma's Facebook or, like, your mom's, I'd totally get to see all of those Salmon Sean pictures, right?" Ash asked with a smile. "Like, I don't even have to go looking through your room for a secret photo album now.”

At the mention of his mom, Trevor gave a soft laugh. “Well, ya might can find m’mam’s page— I’ve never looked fer it m’self— but it’ll’ve been a solid…what…” Trevor really couldn’t do math. He shook his head. “I dunno how many years since it’s been since she died, but ya could probably find baby photos on there or somethin’— I used ta play cricket, an’ I know that she was obsessed wit’ those pictures.” He shook his head. “I never got sports, hence why I quit playin’ after second class finished out, but she was postin’ those pictures on her page well on throughout my third class year. Now, those, I don’t mind so much, ya know— again, ‘cuz kids aren’t that— oh, shite, actually…nevermind, I was an ugly kid from tha get-go, okay? Let’s not look fer her page.” He laughed slightly, leaning back again. “An’ there has ta be…thousands’a Mary Callaghans in this world— I can name at leas’ one besides my nan’.” One was emphasized as if it were an outrageous number. “Findin’ tha right one would be like findin’ a needle in a haystack— even if I told ya that her middle name was Cara, I doubt that ya could find her. An’ even then…please don’t.” He laughed, shaking his head, a look of worry in his eyes. “Oh, Chriiiss’ please don’. Tha las’ thin’ I need are photos of Salmon Sean gettin’— see, I shouldn’ta even told ya about it, ‘cuz now yer gonna go aroun’ tellin’ everyone!” He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, please, do not. Even if it’s not Salmon Sean…I was…not a cute child.” He laughed again. “I mean, I looked more like a sick cat wearin’ human skin than a kid, more oft than not…”

He trailed off, laughing quietly, and he listened for a moment at the wind whistling through the air. He caught a bit of noise, probably coming around from somewhere in the yard, and he looked at Ash.

He sighed quietly, pushing off of the ground. “Maybe we should…ah, head in again?” Though he himself was unsteady on his feet, he bent over slightly to offer Ash his hand. He immediately realized how dumb his question was— after all, being inside, together, around other people, didn’t sound like the best of ideas. “Or…well, maybe not back inside or anythin’, but…” He cracked a grin at her, laughing slightly. “I dunno…maybe we could change tha scenery a bit? Ah…backyard or somethin’?” Yes, the backyard was…secluded enough that no one could see the, right? That made sense. It followed through.

He smiled down at her hand when she took it, reminded once again how much he liked the feeling of her hand in his, and he risked a quick peck on the cheek before he bent down unsteadily to grab his blonde wig and dropped her hand.

With that, he opened the door and headed back inside.

When he got in, he tried to keep his eyes above the crowd, his eyes focused on a target that wasn’t even in sight: the door to the outside.

See, there was something odd about reentering a party that Trevor didn’t like. It was…something like missing out on the punchline of a joke, or watching only the falling action after a big climax. It never quite felt right.

His footsteps, though uneven, were determined, and, when he finally reached the door after pushing past all of the people blocking his path, he glanced back to make sure that Ash was there. The sight of her made him smiled, and he tugged open the door and stepped out into the large backyard.

“C’mon,” he said, offering his hand to her as he began to walk towards a tree. He knew that Ash knew her house much better than he did, but he wanted to lead the way. There was something…romantic about it or something— even if he was tripping over his feet the whole way. He was also very drunk and very stubborn, so that could have also been part of it.

“Ya kn…”

His feet came to a halt at the tree when he finally noticed two figures at it— two figures that he hadn’t noticed before, somehow.

Jan…

…and Eli.

“Oh…” He dropped Ash’s hand, a tense smile coming onto his lips. “Oh, hello...”

I totally didn’t just bitch about you ten minutes ago. What are you even talking about?

"Jan...Eli...hi...," he said, his words slow, slurred, and confused, his brows knit. Why were they out here? (It didn't register that this was Eli's house, or that it could have possessed literally anyone to come out here in just the same way that it had him.) "Fancy seein' you here...." His smile tightened a bit more. "How are you two doin' on this...ah, fine evenin'? What's tha craic?"

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[hery]

MOOD: big gulp

OUTFIT: maid costume

LOCATION: the johannes mansion

basics

MENTIONS:
Nate, Ash, Dorian, Minnie, Gen, Oates
INT:
Winona (Jace)

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Callum Richards

Callum scowled at Jace, frustrated the socially awkward boy's feelings were so easily read. Couldn't he do a better job at hiding his disbelief than this? Callum was allowed to openly judge people. It was his livelihood and he was usually right. But when it was done to him? Absolutely uncalled for.

But he would be forgiven on the condition that he remained Callum's sole friend. Well, there was Nate, but he wasn't all that pleasurable to be around when they weren't high. And he was sure the feeling was mutual. Ash, of course, was no longer an option after the bridge between them was burned with eighty tons of kerosene in an active volcano.

...Was that it? Really? Callum could have sworn there were a few more on the list to disqualify, if that measly trio of names could even be considered a list.

The apparently imposing (Jace hadn't verbally said it, but it was obvious enough given the wimpy pirate's clear aversion to meeting his stone-cold gaze) boy found it difficult to listen to Jace, already tuning him out after a few words. It was something about music and being sad and pathetic or whatever. Callum already knew as much about the guy, so it wasn't really worth hearing.

Callum began to wonder if maybe that was why no one wanted to be his friend.

Ah, well. Not his problem.

"Everyone here is so dramatic," he mumbled, his seething words fueled by the reminiscence of Minnie's piggybacking off of Gen's callouts towards him. He shook his head and, although he still appeared cool and aloof as ever, his intense stare softened a little. "That sucks, though. It should be his responsibility to get you through this party, not to go off and be a yesman for some girl's petty drama."

He chuckled darkly, unable to refute Jace's next words. "Astute observation there, Captian Anime," he drawled, "I thought it was obvious I'm a little out of my element here." He leaned in closer, his pair of ice-blue eyes demanding intense contact. They widened slightly, and he would almost definitely look psychotic if it wasn't for the indifference he exhibited, as opposed to your typical run-of-the-mill serial killer malice. "I don't like parties. Could you not tell?"

Callum winced at Jace's final question, unsure whether or not he should be offended by the assumption, however right he was. "Wow, killer deductions you're making tonight," Callum quipped, finding a tiny fraction of solace in taking his frustrations out on Jace, who was stuttering himself left and right out of every uncomfortable curveball he was being thrown, "Yeah. Oates is off with some boy. Figures..."

Silence set in, and Callum realized he was to blame. "But I did commit to coming to this party and having fun with him. And I'm not boring. I'm lots of fun. So, I'm here to set the record straight." His eyes did that weird, needlessly intense thing again, pushing past his despair and misery and instead showcasing his forceful desire to steer the conversation in his own direction. "He said 'Meet you where the drinks are being served, Callum,' and ran off. I got drinks." He sighed. This sucked. "Still, it doesn't feel any more like a party than earlier."

"I hate drinking," he added, before taking a giant gulp of the alcoholic mixture he'd just procured. His cup reeked of tequila, except it smelled more along the lines of rubbing alcohol. The drink no doubt tasted hideous, but Callum's face following his drink showed no signs of discomfort. "You drinking tonight?" he queried, offering the rest of his cup to Jace.

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[sunshineysoul]

danielle howard

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dance the night away

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yee haw.

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dance floor

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N/A

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slutter

@beautyandthebeat has tagged:
Winona

@beautyandthebeat has written a tl;dr:
alexa, play jennifer lopez's "on the floor"

truth be told, it was probably a funny sight to see; this petite girl, dressed up like a toy cowgirl, dancing her ass off in the middle of a crowd. and being good at it too, on any other day, it would be plan stupid. and on any other day, dani would've never done this. but hey, it's halloween, and just about everyone was drunk.

so when another guy, grinning at her while showing off his plastic vampire teeth, made his way to her through the crowd of dirty dancing teens, dani thought with her heart, not her head.

because her head was basically cole. her big brother lived in her head, rent free, always reminding her what she should and shouldn't do. however, when she was drunk, the cole in her head was silent. the alcohol was able to trap him away, where he couldn't get to dani. but her heart? her heart was telling her to do whatever the hell she wanted.

so of course she didn't think when she reached out and grabbed his hand. she brought him close to her, grabbing his other hand and leading him in moving to the rhythm of the music. she tried not to giggle at his not so good dance moves, but she found it endearing.

this was one of dani's favorite parts of dani with strangers, there was a sense of anonymity that she couldn't quite place, and she was usually the better dancer between her and the stranger. which lead to dani setting the tone and leading, something dani was good at. whether it was an elegant or sensual tone, dani would set it up perfectly.

and sensual was her goal right then and there.

letting go of one of his hands, dani led him in spinning her around, and pulling her in to him, her back against his front. she held his arms around her front as she moved to the thump of the bass. she leaned her head back, resting on his shoulder & tilted her head so she could speak into his ear.

"i'm dani" she whispered, giving a smirk as she spun herself back out, having them now face each other. she continued to lead him to the beat as they danced.

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[Winona]

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Jace West

"Who am I to tell me who I am?"

He really didn't have to be so harsh. The "Captain Anime" comment made Jace wince, but he didn't offer any kind of response. What would he say? "Don't call me that"?

Well, in theory that's exactly what he could do but uhh... he was Jace, and Jace had absolutely no ability to stand up for himself in any capacity. He really never had -- in case the many times that he was bullied on Twitter and just flopped around like a fish out of water instead of coming back with any clever quips didn't make that point obvious enough.

Plus it was... so... funny... haha... ha...

Callum was really selling the "I'm not boring" schtick. Wait -- that sounded a little mean, and that wasn't Jace's intention. It was just that his sour expression and his bitter words didn't lend themselves towards this self-narration that he had concocted to... what, prove everyone wrong? But trying to insist that he was fun despite the fact that he wasn't -- at least not in this atmosphere -- wouldn't that just be doing exactly the thing that Callum and Jace were so adamantly against which was, of course, bowing to the whims of others?

Look, it made more sense in his mind, albeit barely, but the confused expression on his face easily portrayed the fact that Jace didn't for one second believe that Callum was fun -- again, not in this atmosphere. Surely Callum was fun elsewhere. He'd been plenty fun at the fair! But here, at a party? Not really.

Unless, well, like... maybe, what if he like--

Jace's brain hurt.

"N-no, I don't, ahh... I don't... drink." He explained and placed his hand on the ping pong table. Jace went to lean his weight on it, but the lean boy heard a crack and the table started to bow under his weight, so he was quick to straighten back up -- or, well, not straighten because this was Jace West we're talking about. The boy had never had proper posture in his life, but he returned to his stationary slouching standing position in front of Callum, again with no idea where to put his hands.

He tapped his fingers against one another for a moment but realized how dumb he probably looked, so instead, his fingers found his thighs and started tapping. At first, it wasn't sensical tapping -- it was just tapping to tap, but eventually they started tapping to some hidden rhythm that wasin Jace's mind and Jace's mind alone.

The poor boy was weird.

"I-I mean, I could... well, no, I ah... I shouldn't... drink," he started again, although it was as if each awkward word was painfully being pulled from his mouth forcefully -- like when Charlie had forcefully knocked Chas' tooth out. "I'm driving home me... me... home," he corrected, cheeks turning red at the vocal mistake.

"I-if you're so fun, are you going to uh play those those, uh, those drinking games? Like..." Jace gestured to the table beside him with some of the cups for beer pong still set up. "This game kinda, ahh... sucks, though... the ball gets covered in hair and then you, ummm, you drink nasty beer with hair in it and it's... nasty..."

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[Winona]

Damien Slater
"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell."

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If someone were to do an x-ray of Slater's brain, they'd see a lot of static and inaudible thoughts that could be broken down to a handful of sounds that vaguely resembled words.

Damien was more or less the epitome of all talk, no bite when it came to how he tried to portray himself. Could he be flirty? Could he be smooth? For sure, most definitely. Was he usually? Not at all. Well, as in, it was very easy to get Slater to the point that he was overwhelmed and his words were less smooth and his actions were less fluid -- and maybe it was the combination of how quickly this hot girl moved against him coupled with the stimulants he'd taken before this party, but Damien's heart was beating in his throat and then it was throbbing in his head and uhh... yeah, Damien was doing great.

Now, it should be noted that Slutter was in the visuals department and at a computer at that most of the time for a reason. The guy couldn't dance to save his life -- and he had a habit of tripping over thin air -- but Damien, of course, were aware of these minor character flaws in himself. (Minor because these couple tiny things didn't even hold a candle to the vast number of virtues that the clearly not-at-all arrogant boy was completely convinced that he possessed).

So he kept his movements to the most basic of things, instead letting Dani do most of the dancing and enjoying the show. He spun her around, dying a little bit from pure ecstasy when she danced against his front, and was generally enjoying himself -- and decided that perhaps he'd died and gone to heaven.

If this was heaven, though?

Damien couldn't complain.

With her pressed against the front of him and Damien's hands resting on her waist, she laid her head against his shoulder and Slater leaned his head down so he could better hear as she whispered his name in her ear.

Dani? Fucking hot name.

She pulled away from him and his hands fell from her hips and she spun back to face him. This continued for a few more minutes, and then Slater took her hand and pulled her in close to him.

"Damien," he returned the simple name greeting, although his words were a bit chopped as he tried to speak around the vampire teeth and he inwardly cussed himself out for picking such a shitty costume. "Wanna get a drink?"

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[Kitsune2202]

"Charming as the Devil"
Jared Darrington

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What started out as a routine trip back home turned into something completely different. Was he upset about the change? Undecided. He was still processing his families wishes, which he normally completely understood and agreed with. To be honest he completely understood it, it was the agreeing with part he was trying to come to terms with. It was a first for the golden boy, but he wasn't about to start disappointing now. Originally he was going to spend his last bit of freedom away from his peers, but seeing the nonsense in twitter and the state Gen was in he decided he should step in.

It wasn't like Gen to be so erratically emotional on a public platform, she'd shown her hand and had nothing to show for it. He's only known her a year, but it seemed very out of character, not to mention Evie even seemed worried. So he pulled a few favors, and got him and Maggie tickets that night back to LA. She wasn't happy and grumbled the whole time about how last minuet his decision was, but when he threatened to just leave her in NY the extra day her tantrum ceased. He knew the idea of spending even an ounce of alone time with their parents was NOT what she wanted. As much as she might hate him, she hated them more.

He wasted no time while boarding their flight to message Evie, to help them out with costumes. It was so last minuet so he knew if anyone could help it would be her. There was zero chances of anything decent being in the stores that'd probably be closed by the time they landed, and he wasn't about to wear the same thing from last year. He wasn't so tacky and he'd be damned if he let his sister misrepresent them like that either.

Once they landed he followed Evie's instructions to meet up with a stylist that she knew hosting a show that evening. She'd done a wonderful job setting them up by giving them costumes from the show that'd already walked down the runway so they didn't need them anymore. Iconic looks of the decades was the theme apparently as he dressed as Tupac from the movie Juice and Maggie was put in a black panthers attire. She was digging this look a little too much for his liking hoping it wasn't spurring any ideas in that crazy head of hers.

As soon as they were dressed they got out of the stylist hair not wanting to be even more of a burden then he was sure they'd already been. He sped his way to the familiar Johannes residence. To be honest he knew the location even if they weren't friends. He took it upon himself to always know where the most influential people of an area lived among other things. It was once again just good business. He had no problem speeding down the highway because any cop who dared to pull him over would let him go upon seeing his ID anyways. He was untouchable whether he was here or back home, and that constant fuel to his ego is probably why he was the way he was.

Once they arrived he started on a speech towards Maggie to mind herself, but she was already out of the car practically before he'd even put it in park. That damn girl was going to be the death of him, he just knew it. Maybe it was for the best, it'd have fallen on death ears anyways because Maggie always did what Maggie wanted. That was her problem and that was why he was even in this school. To cover up any messes she was bound to make. Man was it a chore. He couldn't wait till she was 18 and then it wouldn't be his or his parents problem anymore.

He sighed getting out of his car making his way inside the very crowded mansion to look for someone. Preferable Gen or Evie, but honestly anyone who would make this a night to remember...or not whichever was the most entertaining.

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[Winona]

Ava Sanders
"Life is for keeping score."

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She slid the cup he'd placed down for her so that it was closer to her, listening as he explained his process of making the blood... but gave her absolutely nothing to go off. Ava's lips downturned into a disappointed frown as she grabbed a half-empty bottle of coke and poured her cup until it was about halfway full.

"So you just... started mixing shit together until you got the consistency you wanted?" She clarified as she placed the bottle back down on the table, albeit a little rougher than necessary, which caused the table to shake and some of the bottles to rattle against one another. "Interesting..." she mumbled, although it was far from... well, it was interesting to her, but it was more frustrating than anything else.

It was like that time one of the other moms had brought lemon squares that had been absolutely amazing and her mother had tried to get the recipe, only for the mom to say "oh, I just tossed this and that together until it tasted alright." And because the bitch hadn't written any of it down, they'd never been able to experience the heaven that was those fucking lemon squares again.

That was this but so much fucking worse, because being able to make such realistic blood was something that Ava would've fucking killed a man for without hesitation. Seriously.

Granted, she didn't need much reason to want to kill somebody.

Not that she actually would.

Uhh...

Too much work?

Ava replaced the cap on the bottle of pop (not coke, not soda, flipping POP) and picked up her cup, taking a sip from it as she turned so that she was facing the majority of the party again.

"Very surprising," she agreed flatly. "Of course the party I'm not dragged to is the one that has some guy lose a freaking tooth but the one I actually show up to? Nothing. It's boring."

Apparently, Ava spoke too soon as a guy she didn't recognize in just his underwear bolted his way through the party. Her eyebrows creased together and she stared after him in absolute disgust for a moment.

Well, that was interesting. Just not the kind of interesting that Ava particularly wanted to be forced to bear witness to.

"Halloween does weird things to people," she stated, shaking her head and trying to clear the memory from her thoughts as she looked back over at Saint. At the very least, she had some decent company. "What do you do here?" She asked. "At the school or whatever -- I'm guessing something with art and that's why you nailed the makeup."

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[Winona]

Ashton West
"I heard that you've been having some trouble finding your place in the world."

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He wanted to go... back... inside? Back inside as in where they'd literally run into Lucky and that had somehow led them to the whole big fight? Like that back inside? Like, did he not realize what a bad idea that was?

She reluctantly took his hand, pulling herself up from the ground while keeping her other hand against the house to steady herself. However, he clarified what he meant -- not inside inside, and instead he suggested the backyard and Ash, given the rapid fire events of the night, had completely forgotten that Eli and Jan were outside.

"Yeah -- yeah, that sounds nice," she agreed with a smile. Her cheeks heated up when he pressed a quick kiss against her cheek, but faded just as fast as they headed off of the balcony and started back into the party.

Her footsteps were a bit unsteady and Trevor's longer strides meant that Ash was stumbling more than she might have normally been if she had just been, like, under the influence without having to power walk after a guy that was decidedly too tall. Plus it didn't help that she kept getting distracted on her way by pausing every few steps to say hello to someone, or to compliment their costume, or this or that, and then she'd have to speed up to catch up with Trevor.

At least the backdoor wasn't far and soon they were back outside in the cool night air. She smiled at Trevor, her hand taking his and her fingers easily lacing through his like it was second nature to her at this point. Ash fell into step beside him, albeit like... stumbling step, so she found herself bumping into side as they walked.

Her gaze was focused on the grass in front of her, trying to keep her feet from tripping over each other when Trevor started speaking again, and then trailed off before dropping her hand.

She was confused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing together, until she looked up and saw Jan and Eli. At first, there was just a look of shock on her face, but then that was replaced by a wide grin.

"Oh my god, I forgot you guys were out here," she said, recalling earlier when she'd been in search of Trevor and had almost done... well, exactly what she was doing now. Interrupting their intimate moment. "This is, like, perfect, though. Spidey Squad is all together." She said, purposely keeping the missing member out of her forethoughts.

And then it occurred to drunk Ash that perhaps they weren't welcome here, especially seeing how close Eli and Jan were, and the fact that they were like... alone out here kind of leant itself to the idea that they perhaps wanted that time to be alone with no one interrupting.

That being said, she made a mental note to ask Eli all about what had happened out here later.

"Wait, do you guys want us to leave? Like do you want, uhh... alone time?"

Smooth. Really, really smooth.

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[Winona]

Zephyr Evermore
"Cheer up! 'Cause nothing really matters."

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"No--"

"Wait--"

Any words he had to try and get Lin back and prevent him from the ridiculous moment at hand bounced off deaf ears. Probably because the words were also being squeaked out of Zeph as opposed to spoken in any way, shape, or form that would have made sure that Lin had heard him, but that was beside the point.

Well, that and his words were kind of hard to hear over Lin's stripping song of nnnts nnnts nnnts.

The main point here and the main issue was that Lin was currently whipping off his dress, and it suddenly hit Zeph like a tidal wave that the boy before him had absolutely no sense of decency.

It was in this moment that Zeph, for the first time in his short friendship with Lin, found himself questioning if he'd been lying about... say... robbing a Subway or fucking on a Ferris wheel.

However, that notion was quickly brushed aside because yeah, as wild as stripping and running through the party was, it wasn't criminal.

... He was pretty sure it wasn't.

"Lin, wait!" Zeph tried to yell after his friend, but Lin was gone, dashing through the party and the only thing he left in his wake were a mixture of confused and disgusted peers, and peers that were doubled over with laughter. Zeph felt a blush starting to rise to his cheeks which also made little to no sense because it wasn't him that was running through the house naked.

He gathered up the pieces of Lin's costume -- the dress and the tights -- and with those tucked under one arm, and the bottle in his other hand, Zeph took off after him.

As had become customary for him already, Zeph found himself apologizing to people as he bumped into them and struggled to keep an eye on the smaller boy that was out in front of him. Wow, Lin could move. It was good that there were so many flabbergasted people that helped to point Zeph in the right direction.

Eventually, Zeph was able to catch up with Lin and he'd come to a stop in his little run through the party. Almost breathless, Zeph held the dress and tights out to the other boy.

"Okay... I'm... good job."

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[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

How are you feeling?

confused

What are you wearing?

*manly noises intensify*

Where are you?

Party

Did you mention anyone?

Nickie

Who are you talking to?

Some foxy lady

And, like, tagging?

ohdittoh

All Hunter could do as Nickie was hunched over the toilet, occasionally puking her guts out, was be there for her. All he could do was provide her with whatever sense of comfort he could offer, which currently came in the form of soft neck rubs and words spoken softly. Thing was, Hunter didn’t know what else to do and it was killing him.

Hunter cared for Nickie immensely. He cared for her more than he admitted. Yeah, he said he loved her and that was true, but there wa smore to it. He didn’t have the words, but there was just so much more to it. He often laid awake at night thinking about her, getting angry at those who hurt her, wnating to explode a fist in their face because they decided to talk shit about her. He wanted to protect her from anyone who would try and hurt her.

“Please...don’t…” He heard her say, prompting him to just shake his head more for himself than her.

“Don’t? Nickie, I’m only trying to--”

Hunter cut himself off when he saw her hand raise up, almost as though she was further emphaiszing on her previous partial statement. This left Hunter just as confused, but hanging on an edge for her to find her ground to give him more to go off of, because at the moment, the only thing he could think of was if she needed help standing up or not.

“I mean…you don’t have to…thanks, but…don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He repeated back to her, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“Don’t waste your energy on me.”

And that was the gut punch that Hunter didn’t know he was preparing himself for, but even as he felt her words hit him deep, it didn’t soften the blow. His confusion set in as he retracted his hands and kept them close to his body. His lips quivered as if the vibrations from the sudden increase of his heartbeat had sent ripples to his face. He wanted to speak - wanted to say something that would get her off of this mindset, but Hunter froze for a few moments.

And he just sat there on one knee, ignoring the imprint that Gen’s bathroom tiles were leaving on him, ignoring the numbness in his leg, but not ignoring the sudden numbness in his chest.

“…a little sick…from the alcohol, I guess.”

Her voice brought him out of the state of shock he was in, but not by much. Her voice registered with him and made him shake his head slightly, but it didn’t mean he was any closer to not being tossed into ...whatever hole this was. “Nickie..” His voice was once again low and his throat felt dry.

At some point she rose up to her feet and Hunter brought himself up as well, groaning somewhat as he could no longer ignore his numb leg. He gripped onto the sink countertop for a bit of aid to help him up.

“I’m fine..”

He found himself shaking his head at her comment, finally meeting her in her eyes. What was about the way she said that? ‘I’m fine’ - was that so he wouldn’t question her or ask her to talk to him? Or was it more so he would just leave her alone? Which was it, Nickie?

Hunter had to take a few breaths in and he just...stared at NIckie. It wasn’t for long, but he wanted to study her face. Maybe get some clues, but all he could see was the face of the girl that he loved and feeling ...confused. Just so fucking confused and he couldn’t shake this rising feeling that she wasn’t being completely honest with him.

But maybe I should just let it go?

Or maybe Hunter should just...not assume she was lying to him. Nickie would never lie to him because he has never lied to her - well, except when it came to Liv. Yeah…

“Well only if you’re sure.” He heard himself say and still didn’t believe if this was the right course of action, but it did seem to be the one that didn’t make him feel as sick as Nickie was. “How are you feeling..I mean, like physically?”

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[ohdittoh]

"might go down as g-o-d..."
saint taylor

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“Mm,” Saint responded, giving no answer in particular to Ava’s question about consistency. In truth, he’d not mixed it at all, but he didn’t care to say that much. She still seemed impressed, if a bit frustrated, as if his prowess in producing bodily fluids upset her.

He sighed softly, giving a small nod. “A watched pot never boils...or some shit like that, right...? I’ve seen the fight online a couple of times, and it mostly looks like Chas getting beaten down by that...I don’t remember her name.” He shrugged, taking a long drink from his cup. “I missed that party, too, of course.” He rubbed his lips together, his brows furrowing to express his displeasure with that fact.

He really hadn’t meant to miss it. It was Kordei’s party, right after his big game. Dei always came to support him, but Saint...?

Saint had used the excuse that he had worked on his project all night— which he had— and had claimed that he’d missed it because he’d lost track of time. In truth, he’d conveniently overworked himself to avoid coming to the party.

Technicalities were total bitches, though, and if he ignore the things like the intricate, inane details like the whole truth, it made things much, much easier to endure and to relay to others.

“I would have much rather seen it in person. The video quality is maybe two pixels by two pixels, at this point...that’s a shame. If you’re going to watch a fight, you should at least be able to preserve it for future reference,” he stated simply in his low, stoic voice, “so even those who didn’t see it in person can comment on it.”

Did he particularly like carnage? ...if you were asking about if he particularly liked to cause it, the answer was no, because doing it himself was a waste of time, but if you were asking if he particularly liked seeing others do such a thing...there was something mildly pleasurable about seeing other people rip each other to shreds.

“This party is surprisingly dul...”

Saint’s agreement trailed off as his eyes caught an underwear-donning blur that quickly dashed through the party.

"Halloween does weird things to people.”

“...I’ll say,” Saint said slowly, pulling his eyes from the spot that the nearly-nude boy had last been.

Halloween and crack...

He looked back over at Ava at the question of what he did. “Oh, right...I’m an artist, yes.” He gave her a slight smile, making a subtle gesture to his nose, shaking his head slightly with a gentle laugh. “As surprising as that may be.” He took another drink from his cup. “I...actually focus on sculpture and glasswork,” he said, as if that meant anything to her— or, perhaps she understood. She seemed as if she was a smart person. “I do ceramic work and fiberglass sculptures, most often...I blow bowls and sketch concepts as well. I’m...making a cow for the fest, actually...”

He trailed off. Thinking about the cow reminded him of how much work there was to be done on it, and if he got on that, he’d start scribbling down more dimensions on his hands.

“How about you...?” He gave her another once-over. “You seem like you would be...literature, maybe? You seem like a poet...or something along those lines.”

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[ohdittoh]

nickie abrams

you've just gotta keep on, keep on.​

How are you feeling?

...

What are you wearing?

Peace! Love! I fucking need both.

Where are you?

Gen's place.

Did you mention anyone?

Nope.

Who are you talking to?

Hunter.

And, like, who are tagging, exactly?

natsukashii

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Nickie...does Nickie things.

That well, only if you’re sure caused a strange wave to wash over her.

He’d bought it. He’d fucking bought it.

Did she feel…victorious? That was probably a part of it— that was probably why her tightened veins felt suddenly relaxed, why the breathing in her chest resumed, and why the small smile on her flushed face pressed further outward. She let out a soft breath of air, running one of the hands that had been pressed against the cold floor through her hair, shaking her head slightly and swallowing. “I-I’m…I’m fine there, too,” she said, nodding at him as her hand dropped. She risked reaching out and touching his hand with hers, and the nausea in her head only slightly swelled, the tongue in her mouth growing heavy but not to the extent that she needed to confess to the porcelain bowl before her.

That was still there, and it’d come in the wave with the victory. It was a strange feeling— deeply melancholy altogether. She felt sick to deceive him, but she was glad to have him believe her; she was disgusted with herself for lying, but she was proud of herself for doing it so well; she felt guilty for wasting his time and his effort, but she deeply appreciated the effort.

She couldn’t handle this, but she wanted to, because she wanted him to love her, and she wanted to love him back.

That was what love was, right? Lying behind a pretty smile, making promises that you can’t keep but swear that you can, and waiting for shit to eventually boil over and burn your hands— waiting for everything to shut down, and waiting until the falsity of all of it suffocates you and you fall and can’t get up— or destroying it yourself, and letting the sharp pieces of its broken form lay on the floor so you can’t even walk around without stabbing yourself with it and reminding yourself of all of that bullshit that you did.

This was what friendship was, and this was what relationships were— or not relationships were, or—

…What was this? What were they?

She looked at Hunter, her brows knitting as she tried to stand again, her footing more steady this time. Her smile faltered, and she let it fall from her face. There was a part of her that warned her to stay on the ground and that she probably shouldn’t stand up when she still felt this nauseated, but she ignored it, lowering the toilet seat cover and sitting herself down on it.

She sat her elbows on her thighs, pressing her palms on her cheeks and closing her eyes, trying to keep her breathing steady, trying to focus on her positive feeling more than her negative feeling. “I’m fine,” she mumbled again.

She lifted her head from her palms slowly, leaning her back against the top of the toilet and slumping back slightly, tugging down at the skirt of her tight costume, though she realized that it wouldn’t help any and let go. She dropped her purse from her arm and let it fall to the side of the toilet, drawing in a long breath. She reached her hand up and untied the tie on her head, lowering it slowly as it came off, and she tucked her lips inward.

Just what the hell was she doing in here, if she was so fine— if she was such a good liar?

She opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Hunter’s, and the guilt upon seeing him made her tongue heavy yet again.

There were some things that she needed to know. Some things that she needed to know before she figured out how to go on.

And the first…was…

“Hunter…”

She looked him over, in his silly get-up that had made her smile and laugh so hard when she’d first seen it, and she smiled softly, though the expression quickly fell from her face.

“Hunter, what…are we?”

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[ohdittoh]

• • LINDSAY KAY • •

@justlindsayin has set his status to:
gimme gimme gimme a bet after midnight

@justlindsayin has set his outfit to:
daphne and im fuckin rockin it lmaooooooo

@justlindsayin has set his location to:
gennys place

@justlindsayin has mentioned:
n/a

@justlindsayin has interacted with:
zephy

@justlindsayin has tagged:
Winona

@justlindsayin has written a tl;dr:

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Lin runs through the party in the nearly-nude, and then redresses, heads back to the snack table, and asks Zeph what's next.

halloween update:
Lin was fucking thriving.

In his underwear, pushing and rushing past the people of the crowd, whooping and cheering, Lin felt his heart beating out of his chest. This was living— this was living: nearly streaking in a crowd of scantily-clad teenagers, hands in the air, as his wig, hanging on by a few, straining bobby pins, threatened to fly off of his head thanks to the wind his rushing created. Eyes were on him— he could feel ‘em— and his grin was so wide that his cheeks lowkey hurt from it.

“Woo!” he called, trying to jump over a small table— and nearly clearing it, though his foot kinda caught a little and the table rocked for a second, the two Solo cups on them tipping over and falling off. He didn’t look behind himself, continuing on his journey through the crowd, his bare feet plodding on the hardwood and then the tile and then the hardwood again. He didn’t really know if Zeph was coming or not, but honestly, even though it was his idea for a bet, Lin could care less— he’d do this regardless, whether he owed him or not.

This was hella fun.

He grinned, laughing happily at the expressions on the faces of those who he passed, and, eventually, the faces looked the same again, and Lin, breathless and exhilarated, came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, where he had started.

“Three laps!” he cheered, grinning, pumping his fists and giving his butt a jiggle.

His dog, who apparently hadn’t caught the memo that he’d run off the first time, plodding down from the top of the stairs, barking, and he laughed happily, picking her up and spinning around with her quickly. “Did ya see that, Mitsumitsubee?” he asked, laughing happily and kissing the top of his dog’s head. “Did you, did you?”

She licked at his face, and he sputtered, laughing again and setting her down. “Luhmao!” he laughed, putting his hands on his hips as he tried to catch his breath.

He heard footsteps coming up to him and heavy panting, and Lin turned to the noise and grinned. “Luhmao, so now you decide to show up?” he laughed, taking the dress and tights from Zeph and beginning to bound up the stairs two at a time, as if he hadn’t just ran three laps around the whole main party floor. “Late to the party, Zephy!” he teased, spinning on his heel and then posing suddenly, flexing his muscles as if he were a bodybuilder before dissolving into laughter. He dropped to his butt. “You know, our candy is still down there,” he chattered, squinting at the hose to make sure which way was forward and which way was backward before he began to tug them on. “I’m kinda hungry— but hey, that’s bet number one, luhmaooo! Mission RTTPIYU—“ Run Through The Party In Your Underwear. “— is a success, luhmaooo! Was a success—…yeah, luhmao!” He grinned toothily, moving on to putting on his heels. “That wasn’t even a hard one, luhmao— make my next one more in— ope.” He got his finger stuck in his heel, and he struggled to get it free for a moment before laughing again. “Make the next one more interesting, luhmao! I could strip through a party any day, man— gimme something reaaaal good.” He stood, picking up his dress and easily shoving his arms through the holes, the rolling up the rest to make it easier for himself to just stick his head into.

He smoothed it out, then grinned at Zeph before walking off in an unspoken follow me. His dog trailed at his heel as he descended the stairs. “I think I wanna eat the Scooby gummies next— to help me get into character, luhmao,” he laughed, grinning widely. “Plus, they’re fucking gummies, man— gummies.” His breathing was still slightly ragged, but his words were just as excited and cheerful as ever.

He pushed through the party and to their table again, immediately ripping open the box of Scooby Doo gummies, tearing open a package, opening his mouth wide, and dumping the whole pack in at once with a laugh. As he chewed, he leaned against the table, laughing and asking, “So, what’s next, Zephy? C’mon, gimme somethin’ nice and spiiiicy, luhmaooo.”

lmao catch you later
. Lin Kay . ​

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[Daniel Reaving]

Bobby Carson

mood: Embarrassed anxious

location: HA Entrance-Cafeteria

tag Kitsune2202

outfit:
(GIF)
Headset: https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61cBweAGaPL._AC_SL1500_.jpg

Bobby had while not truly excited, happily went to this Halloween party. Having not dressed up In any costume Bobby had shown up wearing a pair of jeans, some sneakers and a button up Hawaiian shirt. Yes yes it was tacky and funny as hell but hey he couldn’t complain. The shirt was damn comfy. His hair down over his shoulders and a watch with some necklaces Along with his same Red headphones finished off his attire as he joined the crowd in the party.

It wasn’t long before he simply fell into the grove of hanging out, and of course a little drink here and there. I mean what was a party without drink, especially when the party is a high school party and the high schoolers where all stars. Musicians, singers, actors, models of you could name it they where there. Though before Bobby could really think on the subject to long as he made his way towards the kitchen only to find himself taken aback once more as he yet again ran into Stella in the same awkward fashion. Quickly staking a step back he stared at her for a moment in her little Pikachu costume. “H-hey stell!” He stuttered to her half awkwardly half smoothly as his smile grew big.

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[jasmyn]

"I don't just follow trends, I set them..."
Evelyn Sinclaire

@SinClaire has set status to:
"Tequila me, please."

@SinClaire has set outfit to:
Bad bitch Bonnie (but better)

@SinClaire has set location to:
Johannes Residence

@SinClaire has interacted with:
Nate. Simone. Jared.

@SinClaire has tagged:
Winona Kitsune2202 natsukashii

As they walked down the stairs, Evelyn's mind wandered back to Gen. She couldn't help but scan the crowded area for her best friend. If she had already left Ash's room that meant she was on the way to find Liv which, of course, Evie advised against. She'd already realized that it did no good to argue with Gen about it but that didn't mean she didn't worry about how it was going to play out. All she could really do now though was find Gen afterward and make sure she had a decent night with fun drinking rather than sad drinking.

"Hear me out: drinking game. Maybe we can find a couple people to get in on it and do some shit that'll get us fucked up in an hour."

Evie looked over as Nate's suggestion pulled her out of the thoughts, nodding in agreement as he held up the bottle. Drinking games were notorious for making sure you got as fucked up as possible in no time and that was their goal, wasn't it? The tequila she had downed before was finally starting to settle in but a little more never hurt. Besides, she had never been a lightweight anyway so as buzzed as she was right now, Evie was nowhere near down.

Her eyes moved back to the crowd and a smirk tugged at her ruby red lips. "Perfect timing. Looks like one of our friends finally decided to join the party," she said, pointing in Jared's direction. "Let's go start us a drinking group," she said, walking with Nate to where Jared was standing. Whenever they reached him she let her eyes study his costume decided that it was fitting. "You look good. No surprised there though, I suppose," she said, adjusting the jacket he had on out of habit. She was a stylist after all.

"Nate and I are rounding up a few people for a drinking game. Safe to assume you're in, right?" she asked, though it was barely a question. Maybe Evie could be a little bossy especially when buzzed but hey, they all wanted to be wasted so she was just helping. As she plucked some disposable shot glasses from a nearby table her eyes caught sight of a fellow plastic not far away. "Simone! Shots! You in!?" she called out over the music, holding up the colorful, plastic cups for the girl to see as if to try and entice her to join.

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[Kitsune2202]

"Queens without Kings are historically better"
Naomi Elizondo

@MiniMimi has set their status to:
Finally the best part has arrived

@MiniMimi has set their outfit to:
Werewolf rawr

@MiniMimi has set their location to:
Halloween party

@MiniMimi has mentioned:
Nic

@MiniMini has Interacted with:
Alex ( Soap )

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Finally coming to her senses Naomi realized it probably looked desperate and weird for her to still stay standing there like a creep pretending not to be eyeing up and down the cute green space ranger. She took another sip of her drink and headed to the hallway where she assumed the bathroom was because there was a line. Was anyone sober enough to realize if there was or wasn't one and move accordingly? of course not! But it was a decent alibi and she wouldn't have to watch Alex get flirted with all night.

Maybe she'd bump into someone interesting to by her time. It wasn't usually like Naomi to get held up waiting for anyone anyways. Then again even if she won't admit it Naomi was doing and feeling a lot of out of the ordinary things lately. All for...what? She wasn't sure. Normally the goal would be to have some fun for a month or so then move onto the next. But...She pretty sure from twitter observations that Alex was not the type of girl to just wanna have Naomi's usual type of fun and split. A part of Naomi knew she didn't think she'd wanna split in a month or so anyways. Dangerous thoughts running through her head, and going unchecked thanks to the alcohol and not exactly telling anyone yet.

Sure Naomi had friends of her own outside of the casual bump in's with Toni's roommates, but she hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to any of them recently. She'd admittedly spent most of her social media time recently wrapped around the tall beautiful brunettes virtual finger.

Not good, not good indeed. She needed to get outta her own head. That was it she needed to make plans right now before she forgot...again. She whipped out her phone and sent a quick message to Nic asking if he was gonna be free soon to hang. She would've asked if he was making his way to the party, but still was holing out hope that Alex would find her way to her tonight and she knew once that happened it was a wrap for the night.

Just as the thought crossed her mind a familiar voice piqued her interest as her gaze landed on none other then the girl who'd been running through her mind all night. She let a sassy smirk curl onto her lips as she pocketed her phone. Keeping a straight face and trying not to laugh at the girls attempt at...what even was this called? A line? A pick-up set up? She wasn't completely sure but it was usually pretty corny. Like those, I'm sorry I lost my number can I have yours type things. But coming from the lips of an angel? Much more forgivable.

Not to mention the little lip bit she did. God damn did that drive Naomi wild. She wasn't sure if it was meant to come off sexy, but it was. She was so hot without even trying it was amazing. Ok maybe she's been simping...a little bit. But you won't ever catch her admitting that out loud.

Her heart was pounding a million miles and hour just from conversation and honestly she couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. The last time she felt any kind of nerves or adrenaline about NOT sleeping with someone. Crazy. Absolutely insane, and she was willing to swear up and down it was due to the drugs. It had to be because she was crossfaded. Yup, that was her story and if anyone asked she was sticking to it.

She tilted her head a bit placing one hand over her heart and the other over her mouth as she fake gasped in mock offence, "How rude, I'd feel terrible if I was just a replacement for your friend. Plus I'm sure she was just as excited to see you." Her lips relaxing into a smirk as she lightly tapped underneath the girls' chin taking a step closer to her, "How about I do you one better Space ranger. I'll help you find her." Unable to hide her grin anymore she was full on smiling without even realizing it, and hoping the pink in her cheeks were covered by her face make-up.

"I bet she'd have wanted to get away form the crowd a bit. You know so it'd be easier to spot her." She winked before taking Alex by the hand she'd used to show her height, "What do you say Buzz?" She got on her tip toes to whisper in Alex's ear, "Willing to follow the big bad wolf?" She was tempted to lace their fingers together, but resisted the urge. Baby steps Naomi, baby steps.

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[natsukashii]

Simone Guiterrez

How are you feeling?

Finally bout to have some fun

What are you wearing?

An icon

Where are you?

The Party

Did you mention anyone?

Alex, Dani, Trevor, Evie, Nate, Jared

Who are you talking to?

Bonnie and Clyde, and Tupac

And, like, tagging?

jasmyn Winona Kitsune2202

Not long after Alex had ran off...somewhere, Simone was more or less left to her devices. She had struck up casual conversations, of course, and see who was more interesting than the end of the contents of her solo cup in her hand. And sure, she met a few people -- hot people, at that -- but none of them interested her enough to give up her position in the kitchen with the easiest access to the Johannes' good stuff.

Or at least, none that could top Alex. But that was neither here nor there, was it, Simone?

As she shook her cup, the ice at the bottom rattled around as she sighed. For it being what was supposed to be one of the best parties of the year -- least until Kordei Grant threw another rager -- Simone was finding herself being too well acquainted with her own boredom. Where was the drama? The most drama she found was how that moron Trevor thought pineapples were vegetables and something about that Danielle ditching as silently as she could to somewhere else.

Simone didn't blackmail her father into letting her attend Hollywood Arts to go to parties that gave her some incentive to take up riveting hobbies like knitting.

"Simone! Shot! You in?"

Over the mediocre music that Simone had tried her damnest to block out, the swan song that was Evie Sinclaire's voice perked up her body so fast that she was in the process of walking over to Evie right after she had said her name. Just the mention of her name from one of the baddest bitches Simone knew was, if nothing else, enough reason to carry her into a light jog.

As she came up to where Evie and company were, she couldn't help but fixate on Nate and Evie wearing matching outfits, which earned both of them a smile and a short chuckle from her. "Looking hot, you two, but then again you always do."

Simone drew her brown eyes away from Bonnie and Clyde (if that's who they were supposed to be) to land on Jared. And they lingered for maybe a few moments longer than she intended them to, but Jared always did know how to impress, didn't he? He had confidence and knew when to show it and even if he wasn't trying right now. "Nice digs, Jar." She slid him a smirk as she met the group's shared gaze. "So what we doing, babe? Just shots or we aiming to make it interesting?"

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[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

How are you feeling?

hunter drake standby mode activated

What are you wearing?

*manly noises intensify*

Where are you?

Party

Did you mention anyone?

Nickie

Who are you talking to?

Some foxy lady

And, like, tagging?

ohdittoh

The longer Hunter’s hazel eyes remained on Nickie slowly getting up from being hunched over the toilet and seemingly like she was proving to him that his own paranoia was just that, the less it crippled him. He found himself smiling at her progress, at how she sat herself down on the toilet. He offered her a hand, helping in any way he could, but she seemed to have it handled.

Even though his mind was quiet and he no longer had to entertain the crazy and unfounded notion that Nickie was somehow lying to him about being fine, that couldn’t stop him from widely smiling at him (but no teeth, though). How could it be that someone who was hunched over the toilet and her insides threatened to spill all over Gen’s beautiful bathroom that she was more beautiful than anyone at the party right now? She was radiant and maybe Hunter was blinded by his feelings for her, but he didn’t care. He loved Nickie for everything that she was.

It brought everything full circle when their eyes met. He semi-perked up when she said his name and they both smiled. Her voice was low, but that was to be expected. Given that she spent the better part of their time in the bathroom over a toilet, the fact she could talk at all was a full-blown miracle.

“Hunter..”

There it was again, but the way she looked at him made him tense up for some reason.

“..What are we?”

Huh? Say that again? What are we?

As their gaze lingered, his mind rebooted itself and was trying to figure out what she meant. Clearly, she didn’t mean literally, because the smartass that Hunter sometimes was would say human. It wasn’t a wise thing to say, but that’s the first thing he thought up. But again, her eyes said more than Nickie in her current state could and Hunter liked to believe he was at least halfway observant and not the idiot people like Evie Sinclaire thought he was.

“You mean, like, you and me?” Hunter heard himself ask as he scratched the side of his head. At surface value, he knew they were friends, but he definitely would like to be more. “I mean, what do you think we are? I mean, uh, shit…” He stuttered on his words and cursed again behind his closed mouth.

Hunter stepped about a foot and a half closer to Nickie, his hand slowly gliding across the sink countertop and he leaned down, choosing to meet Nickie at eye level but didn’t speak. In his head, he was already two paragraphs into a speech about what he thought she meant by her question, but the truth was he didn’t have any concrete idea about what they were. He knew what he wanted them to become, but..

He shook himself out of that mindset and smiled. “I’m not sure. I mean, before we took a detour to the bathroom, I told you I loved you, Nickie. And you said you loved me too. And now we’re here. I mean, I know I mentioned we’d be great together” He took her hand into a gentle hold. “What do you think? Is that what we could be?”

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[Kitsune2202]

"Focus on me, I'm about to blow them all away"
Stella Bailey

@Steller.Bae has set their status to:
Yup this is my life

@Steller.Bae has set their outfit to:
Pika-pika

@Steller.Bae has set their location to:
Halloween party

@Steller.Bae has mentioned:
Kordie, Zephyr, Landon, Josie

@Steller.Bae has Interacted with:
Bobby ( Daniel Reaving )

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After splitting suddenly from Zeph which was sure to cause him to worry, but Stella was too in her own head and her latest drama development to wanna deal with. She said she was going to find Landon and in reality she did, but honestly she wanted nothing more then to just ESCAPE. She needed to get away and to breathe. She needed someone to tell her that this was just a passing tabloid and by the end of the weekend no one would care or even remember. She needed alcohol, and lots of it so SHE could forget all about it. If the someone to provide all that was Landon then great! If not, then she'd still be satisficed.

She landed on the drinking till she reached her limit by getting pulled into a few games of beer pong, and then somehow a strip poked game? Now she won surprisingly being the last one in with clothes still on. In fact she only lost her onsie which someone thought was funny to take. Her next adventure was drunkenly stumbling around trying to find the damn thing. Thankfully Josie was a saint and actually tried looking for it too even though she was probably as messed up if not more then her. Odd because her best friend seemed more concerned with some bet or whatever then the fact she'd lost her clothes. Ugh.

She finally found it and made her way to an empty-ish corner to struggle to put it back on. It was a hilarious sight for the few around her, but not to her. It stung her pride enough to convince her it was time to start sobering up. Sure Zeph could probably handle getting a ridiculously drunk her home (to be honest she was so small he could carry her multiple ways with ease) but that didn't mean she wanted him to have to.

She found a bathroom and washed her face a bit to try and focus her a bit before venturing back out and towards the drink table. This time not for more booze, but for some much needed water. Maybe some juice if it wasn't spiked with anything, but what where the odds of that this late into the evening?

Because clearly the universe was against her happiness tonight of course on the way to the fridge she lightly bumped into none other then Bobby. THE Bobby Carson. You know the only decent ex she's ever had. Her tiny frame probably didn't even budge him, but it felt like a whirlwind to her...mostly cause of all the liquor in her. "H-hey Bobby!" She chimed a bit slurred while mentally cursing herself for even getting this wasted to begin with.

Good god, God must be punishing her.

Now this shouldn't be mistaken as her having anything against him, or even not wanting to see him! She did. She liked talking to Bobby when given the chance because she still knew him to be an amazing person. Kind, funny, talented, truly he was great and is one of the only previous relationships she's proud to have had. But tonight?

Tonight she was drunk off her ass for starters. There was a rumor spreading that she was dating Kordei grant thanks to a picture getting leaked from yesterday. That information got leaked to her via his Ex girlfriend of all people who she actually admired and so is absolutely mortified to have found out. She was desperately trying to hold onto the illusion that she hadn't royalty messed up her friendship dynamic with one of her best friends in the world by doing something...something she honestly didn't regret. Sure she didn't like the aftermath too much cause things have been a bit...different. But regret? She can't in good conscious say that.

So yah tonight was not the night to be running into ex's no matter how amazing they are.

Well maybe...he had always been her safe space, her solace and peace in the chaos. Well Keyword HAD. They hadn't been that way in so long and she couldn't help but think it selfish of her to want that from him now. So she opted for the dreaded small talk and hoped her fragile state of mind wasn't too obvious to him. "Good to see you!" She hummed reaching around him to grab a bottle of water before leaning against the counter to keep herself propped up. "Having fun?"

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[sunshineysoul]

danielle howard

@beautyandthebeat has set their status to:
dance the night away

@beautyandthebeat has set their outfit to:
yee haw.

@beautyandthebeat has set their location to:
the kitchen

@beautyandthebeat has mentioned:
N/A

@beautyandthebeat has interacted with:
Damien

@beautyandthebeat has tagged:
Winona

@beautyandthebeat has written a tl;dr:
even more drinks

to say a boy that dani didn't know came up to her on the dance floor wouldn't mean much. this was her first HA party, first year at HA, most people she only knew from their usernames on twitter. but this boy didn't seem familiar. the name damien didn't ring a bell.

but dani didn't care. with the alcohol already running through her bloodstream, she was just enjoying dancing so close with the first person to grab her hand.

boy is he bad at dancing her mind tried not to be rude, but she never realized how one person could lack so much rhythm.

you just move in time with the music, it's natural.. isn't it?

by watching damien dance, she got her answer, that it was in fact not natural.

she realized how incredibly lucky she was to come from the background she did. yea sure, people poked fun at how southern they were and how they were literal cowboys and cowgirls, but they were rich cowboys and cowgirls. lots of formal dinners, lots of formal dancing. if you were a part of the howard family, you knew how to dance, or at least move to the rhythm.

and yes, it started with square dancing, so what

dani was still a better dancer than most people she came across, explaining how she got into the dance program at HA. it also explained how she was able to lead damien as they danced. he was stiff, awkward, almost like he normally didn't talk to girls. but dani had enough confidence for both of them, it was going to be fine.

he suggested a drink and dani was all over it. she tried to not let on that she had just come from the kitchen and having some shots, but she probably wasn't covering it up well. she gave damien a nod as she bit her lip, feeling especially now.

still holding on to his hand, she followed him to the kitchen for even more drinks. as damien picked out drinks, she hopped up on the counter, slightly swinging her legs as she waited for her drink.

"so, damien, are you new here?"

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[ohdittoh]

nickie abrams

you've just gotta keep on, keep on.​

How are you feeling?

...

What are you wearing?

Peace! Love! I fucking need both.

Where are you?

Gen's place.

Did you mention anyone?

Nope.

Who are you talking to?

Hunter.

And, like, who are tagging, exactly?

natsukashii

Can I get a tl;dr?

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Nickie cries and says that she wants to be with Hunter.

“You mean, like, you and me?”

Nickie tucked in her lips, trying to maintain eye contact as she felt the pressure building up in her chest and sinuses again. The look on Hunter’s face told her that the question of what they were wasn’t exactly a good one to ask, and she looked down, her hair falling into her face as she whispered “sorry”.

She hadn’t meant to ruin the moment— or...well, fuck, vomiting into a toilet wasn’t much of a moment or a mood. She hadn’t meant to— you know what she meant.

She hadn’t meant to upset him. She hadn’t meant to stress him or to...to make him think about something that he didn’t want to think about.

God...she didn’t even know— what the hell was she doing?

Had she just stayed dancing, had she just held her stomach back, had she just told Hunter that she was fine and not to come in...she wouldn’t have to be here, sitting on a toilet, stressing him out, a pressure in her chest that she knew meant that she was on the verge of crying.

She wouldn’t have made an idiot of herself, and she wouldn’t have ruined the moment when they had been having a moment.

God, she was such an attention whore.

“I mean, what do you think we are?”

She lifted her eyes to him, brushing her hair behind her ear, her brows turning downward and knitting slightly.

“I mean, uh, shit…”

He stepped closer, and he leaned down until they were eye level. Her cheeks heated up in shame, and the thudding in her chest told her to turn her eyes away. She ignored its command, searching into Hunter’s eyes and trying to read the words in them.

She couldn’t figure any of it out, and she worked her lips, her body shying back a bit.

A smile spread across his lips. “I’m not sure.”

Her heart thudded. “Oh,” she echoed emptily.

“I mean, before we took a detour to the bathroom, I told you I loved you, Nickie. And you said you loved me too. And now we’re here.”

“Y-Yeah,” she said quietly, trying to suppress the pressure that had spread to press behind her eyes.

“I mean, I know I mentioned we’d be great together.”

He reached out, and he took her shaking hand in his gentle hold. “What do you think? Is that what we could be?”

Her first instinct was to pull her hand away, to give him a smile and tell him that that was fine, that they didn’t need to be anything, that they were...that they were fine how they were. Her eyes flicked away, and she worked her lips, closing her eyes and letting her brows relax as she tried to keep herself from crying.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I don’t know what we are.”

She opened her eyes that had grown glassy, and she smiled slightly, letting out a soft laugh. “I have no idea what we are, but...”

I...

Her voice weakened, her eyes dropping as her smile became sadder. “I know what I want to be...because I...”

She couldn’t get her words out.

The tear that spilled over the brim of her eyes was hot as it rolled down her cheek, leaving a wet trail in its wake, and she finally looked back at Hunter. “I love you,” she said again, her voice uncontrollably shaky. “And I— I want you and me...I want us to be an us. And I...I just want to...I want to be your...”

She looked away, laughing softly and sadly.

“Girlfriend.”

The word came out, and her face heated up, her heart throbbing in her throat.

Even if I have no business being that, that’s what I want.

“But if...”

She sniffled deeply, wiping the tear off with the palm of her hand and letting out a deep breath and smiling softly. “I don’t know...if that’s what you want.”

Because it’s better for you if you don’t.

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