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_amaranth_
MadiRaiCat
Desert_Blossom

secret by the pierces

Beginning Setting:​

A party in the Northside that the Southsiders are crashing.

End of April, current year.

Around ten p.m.

Things are about to get wild.

letters from the grave.

code by low fidelity.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

location

diner -> party

mentions

none

interactions

open

outfit

x, x

Liliana

southside

Harsh rays of light from the iron streetposts filted through the blinds of the large bay windows in the small diner, perfectly complimenting the dingy grime on that southside street corner. Idle chatter filled room, an old jazz soundtrack as the background ambiance. A couple of factory laborers sat at the counter, eating their dinner before a long graveyard shift. Two men undoubtedly part of the local gang ate their breakfast-for-dinner in a booth along the window. The curly haired waitress with bright red lipstick moved around to the booths with ease, somehow balancing several hot plates on one arm without missing a beat. In a booth set in the far back corner of the diner sat a dark-haired woman that no one but the waitress seemed to notice, sipping from a mug of black coffee and typing away on her silver laptop.

Liliana Atwood stared intently at the screen, her earbuds blocking out the noise around her. A black box with growing green text filled the screen, a gibberish of characters filling it. She had been there for a few hours, using the diner WiFi, lack of security cameras, and lack of snitches on the southside to her advantage. The waitress periodically refilled her coffee, thankfully leaving her mostly alone. Because, at the end of the day, it was better to keep one's nose out of other people's business, especially in the crime-plagued parts of south Briarwood. Taking a final sip from her mug, Lily sat it down and hit the 'Enter' button on her keyboard, leaning back in the booth. The text on the screen continued on its own for a moment before finishing with the word 'Complete.'

The brunette let out a sigh of relief, removing her earbuds. It had been a paid project, some confidential reports the Wild Dogs wanted. They were quickly becoming her top client. Whether that was good or bad, Lily wasn't entirely sure. Nevertheless, the files had been delivered directly to her client's computer desktop, as was part of her pseudonym 'Stargazer's' signature. After all, she could only assume it was rather intimidating to know that the person her clients paid to hack for them could hack them too. Gently closing the lid of her laptop, Liliana slipped it into her backpack between her sketchpad and sheet music notebook before zipping the bag closed. She left a twenty-dollar bill that was more than enough to pay for her cup of coffee on the table, stood, and exited out the back door into the alley where her motorcycle was parked.

Why Lily agreed to go to a party on the northside, she would never know. The only times she ever really ventured into that part of Briarwood were when she had a job or needed an easy pawn. But, some acquaintances wanted to crash some big party, and she had nothing better to do on an April night than tag along. So, she locked her backpack into the saddlebags of her rebuilt Harley and sped off down the road towards the brightly-lit rich part of town. Crossing over was always a culture shock, going from weeds in sidewalk cracks and people lounging on stoops to perfectly manicured landscaping and rocking chairs on porches. If she were being honest with herself, Liliana would give anything to have the type of life where she could spend money freely like that. But she didn't, and probably never would.

Revving her engine as she ascended the large circle driveway of the beachfront mansion, Lily quickly realized from the stares that motorcycles weren't common in such a place. She parked among Porsches and Mercedes's, feeling completely out of place. At least she wouldn't be worried about someone trying to steal her bike. Cutting the engine, the brunette thief slipped from the saddle, pulling her helmet from her head and shaking out her hair. Her outfit of denim shorts and flannel was far from the short, shiny dresses the girls entering the house seemed to be wearing, but Lily honestly didn't care. She was there for the free booze and to support her friends, and that was about it. A cluster of North and Southsiders alike filled the home as Liliana stepped inside, some dancing to the music, others chatting by the bar across from the kitchen, and a few out on the patio around the pool.

Why anyone would need a pool when the ocean was literally only a few yards away was beyond Lily. She would never truly understand rich people. Her light brown gaze assessed the area, trying to find a familiar face in the crowd. A few rather nicely dressed people stared back, obviously noting her as a Southsider and not seeming too happy about it. Nevertheless, everyone seemed to mingle without too much apprehension. Liliana did not particularly like the rich kids of north Briarwood as they often looked down on their poorer southern counterparts. They thought they were better than others because they had the newest things, the most expensive cars, the largest homes. They were materialistic and naive and didn't deserve all the nice things that they had.

Pushing her way through the party without recognizing anyone was pretty much torture to her anxiety, and Lily wanted nothing more than some fresh air away from people at that moment. Grabbing a bottle of whatever beer she could as she passed through the kitchen, the brunette quickly escaped through the patio doors and found an empty piece of deck. Popping the cap from the bottle on the railing, Lily pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and placed one between her lips, lighting it with her Zippo. The calming bitterness of nicotine smoke filled her lungs, and she sat the pack alongside the bottle of beer were she to chain another one later. Leaning against the railing that overlooked the beach, Liliana let out a sigh. If nothing else good happened that night, at least she had a nice view of the water.

nine lives

 

[MadiRaiCat]

location

bedroom -> party

mentions

none

interactions

open

outfit

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Dominic

northside

The sun had already set over the ocean's horizon, turning the water from a pure crystal blue to a dangerous indigo. The reflection of the full moon and constellations of stars on the water created a series of light and shadows that made one question what truly lies below its surface. The people who usually crowded the area had since gone home, their footprints washed away by the push and pull of the tides until the white sand was perfectly smooth. The soft crashing sounds could lull even the most energetic person to sleep. Synthetic light illuminated the beach ever so slightly, streaming through the windows of a two-story modern villa. Several people milled about inside, setting up the rooms as if some sort of after-party was about to be thrown. There was a bar in practically every room, and a professional DJ would have a set up near the pool with the music wired throughout the entire house. It was quite possibly going to be Briarwood's party of the year.

The master bedroom of the beachfront home filled with mist as the brunette man slid open the bathroom door and stepped out. Wrapped in a soft, beige bath towel, Dominic Devereaux took a moment to glance around the space, admiring his relatively new digs. He had just bought the home a few months before, a little bit of a getaway for himself, and wasn't quite used to it yet. One wall was floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the water with beige curtains that could be closed with the push of a button. Another wall was made entirely of stone and had a gas fireplace built into it. A large king-sized bed was pushed against the center of the far wall, lined with a linen canopy as though it were a cabana. The light hardwood furniture and neutral-toned accent pieces coincided with the beachy yet masculine theme fairly well and, combined with the fun of using his new bedroom for the first time, Dom was particularly happy in his choice of an interior designer.

With a satisfied smirk on his face, he crossed the master bedroom to the walk-in closet full of designer clothing and accessories. There were few times when Dominic wasn't in a suit as most of the room was lined with fine Italian linens and silks. However, it seemed a bit too extravagant to wear such expensive threads at his own party, and therefore he decided on something a bit more casual. After drying his hair with a towel and getting dressed, the blue-eyed man took one last look at himself in the full-length mirror that made up the closet door, assessing his outfit. He lived in a world built of luxury and throwing money to the wind. He craved the respect, the dignity that money gave him, and often flaunted it. If looking good at a party was a way to do that, then he would. His dark-wash, fitted jeans hugged his legs nicely. A white, linen button-up shirt accentuated his broad shoulders, giving him a dominant persona. Tan suede boots and a silver Rolex completed his look. With one final smirk at his reflection, it was time for Dom to pregame.

By the time the Devereaux walked down the grand staircase from his private bedroom, he wasn't quite to what the law considered "under the influence." Any smell of the cigar he had smoked before was covered by expensive cologne, a subtle symbol of wealth. Briarwood had a very distinct class divide where the low-income and poor inhabit the dark alleys of the south side while the rich and well-off look down from the balconies of their Victorian mansions in the north. But the slight buzz that he felt was only the beginning, and Dominic decided to boost that by ordering a high ball glass of his finest cognac. People had already begun to arrive, some dancing, some playing beer pong or pool, others lounging or making out in the corners. Waiters milled about with trays of cocktails and appetizers while bars were tended by professionals. The DJ was happily spinning tracks on his poolside stage, creating an ambiance that celebrated the loss of inhibition and Dom was more than ready to get his own party started.

To be honest, the brunette man wasn't quite sure how long he had been dancing. His hands were on the hips of a girl he hadn't met before but definitely wanted to. She was gorgeous, with platinum blonde hair and a body he wouldn't mind putting his hands all over. But, he was starting to get a little too sober and needed to take a break. Leaning down to her ear level, Dominic said, "I'll be back, sweetheart." He half-expected her to respond, but instead, she just danced her way to another guy. He couldn't help but grin, not even annoyed or hurt in the slightest. He was used to those sorts of things by then, having been a North-sider all his life. Without further thought on the matter, Dom made his way through the crowd to the grand bar, people parting for him like he was royalty or something. Leaning his side against the solid sandalwood counter, he ordered "something expensive" before gazing across his party. Yes, most certainly a night to remember.

nine lives

 

[apolla]

Graduation was looming in the near future, but it was the furthest thing from Vivian's mind tonight. No, currently the redhead wasn't thinking about caps and gowns, but the party at Dominic's that she would be attending. Truthfully, they could have had the party at her place, but Dominic's place was just as good, especially since he'd just bought it a few months ago. Vivi's home hadn't seen a party since before the death of her brother, and even though it had been about a year since the accident, Vivi wasn't sure she was ready to have people in her home. Her father had had Victor's room cleared and cleaned right after the funeral, but to Vivi, that was still his space and she didn't want anyone venturing into it. Not now, possibly not ever.

Currently, Vivi sat in her room in front of her vanity, applying a final layer of plumping lip gloss to her already plump lips. By the time she made her grand appearance at Dom's, the party should be in full swing, which was perfect. She was Vivian Cellars, damn it. People knew her name and they knew her face, and that's how she liked it. They saw what she wanted them to see, and that was perfection 24/7. Had she broken down after Victor's death? Absolutely. But not a damn soul had seen her that way, and that's how she wanted to keep it. As far as everyone else in Briarwood was concerned, Vivi had everything under control. Because she did. All the time.

Leaning forward in her seat, she blew a kiss at her reflection and smiled. Inspecting her makeup for any imperfections, she found none so she stood and turned to the bed. Clad in nothing but her bra and underwear-- her favorite way to apply her makeup-- she looked at the outfit she'd chosen. Leather red skirt and sleeveless black top that she would pair with her favorite heels. She paused, turning back to her vanity, finding her glitter spray and spritzing some over her entire body. After that, she pulled on the outfit and fluffed her hair, slipping her feet into the heels as she did so. Her father was gone on some sort of business trip, and she didn't pass any of the maids on the way out. Locking the door behind her, she slid into her BMW and backed out of the driveway.

It didn't take her long to reach Dominics, and as she predicted, the place was packed. She may or may not have dinged an already dingy motorcycle as she parked, but she shrugged it off and checked her reflection one more time before she got out. Her heels clicked over the pavement as she walked to the front door, twisting the knob and throwing the door open. "People of Briarwood, it's always a pleasure." She smiled sweetly as she stepped over the threshold, greeting people as though she really were a queen. She stopped when she reached the living room, quirking a brow at some of the faces she saw. "Hmm." Tilting her head to the side, she never let her facial expression go as she made her way to the bar, where she spotted a familiar face.

"So, you invited the trash to the party?" She leaned in next to Dominic, flashing him a quick look of amusement before she ordered her drink. A tequila sunrise, her go to. It didn't take long before it was slid towards her, and she lifted the glass, capturing the straws between her lips. Turning her back to the bar, she leaned in closer to Dominic, her eyes still on the people in front of them. "Please tell me you have some entertainment lined up for the evening."

vivi

pretty girl

by [maggie lindemann]​

interactions:
Dominic

tags:
MadiRaiCat

mood:
playful

outfit:
Click!

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[apolla]

Anders already had a nice little plan in place for the party tonight, especially considering the party was on the northside. When Dominic made mention of it, the wheels in Anders' head started turning rapidly, and he knew he needed to up on his supply to ensure he had enough party favors for those rich pricks. He wasn't crazy about the northsiders, though he really didn't have beef with them unless they started shit first. Which, a few of them definitely had. Anders vividly remembered the "prank" from a year ago that had gone too far, resulting in the death of a northsider. Not just any northsider, though, but the only one to potentially bridge the gap between the sides. Victor had practically been the prince of the northside, partied with both sides even if he did keep most of his southside relationships secret.

You learned alot when you knew how to not be seen, and despite Anders' loud mouth, he knew how to watch and listen when people didn't know. Just like he knew how there was more to Victor's sister than she let on, but she had such a barbed wire wall up that Anders had figured it best to just stay away. Still, he knew her, just like everyone else. There were a few other decent people in the northside, but mostly, they were stuck up dicks that Anders couldn't stand. The party host tonight, though, was one of the few that Anders actually liked. Dominic flaunted the fact that he had money, but Anders didn't care as long as he benefitted. Like attending a party full of people ready to buy his candy and have a damn good time. He'd already made a few sales that day, but the party would be the real money maker.

He just had to make a stop on the way. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he rounded the corner to Bianca's house, his eyes flicking towards the screen as he navigated to his texts. Typing out a quick message without looking, he looked back once to make sure it read correctly before he sent it. No sooner had he pressed send, he pulled up in front of her house, making sure to park across the street and kill the lights. He doubted anyone would confront him, but his beat up Toyota definitely didn't fit in with the nice cars around here, and the northside bitches were nosy as fuck. He looked back at his phone, but there was no response. When he looked back up, though, Biance was walking towards his car, looking less than thrilled with him.

"Come on, buck up, sweetheart. You'll have fun." He grinned as she got into the passenger seat. She'd barely shut the door before he sped off, leaving tire marks on the road behind them. If it wasn't for him, Bianca probably wouldn't even be going, but he wanted her to enjoy herself. "I'll even let you control the radio. Just no country. We have one stop to make, then we'll be there, promise." He glanced her way as he headed back into the southside, stopping some fifteen minutes later in front of a trailer. He honked twice and mere seconds later, a mousy looking kid opened up the front door. He ran a duffel bag up to the car, his eyes on Bianca until Anders snapped his fingers in front of the kids face. "Here, Buck. 200, like we agreed." The kid took the money, looking at Bianca once more before he ran back inside.

Tossing the duffel bag into the back, he looked at Bianca and winked before he drove off, normally this time. A short time later they pulled up to Dominic's house, and he parked in one of the few spots he could find. "Damn." He glanced behind him. "Hope we don't get trapped here." Smirking, he turned his car off and opened the door to get out. "Come on, Bia. Don't make me carry you." He walked around to her side of the car, gesturing for her to get out so they could head inside. "You good?" He looked her way as they started towards the door. "You definitely need a drink. You a dark liquor girl, or clear?"

anders

lowlife

by [theory of a deadman]​

interactions:
Bianca

tags:
_amaranth_

mood:
laid-back

outfit:
Click!

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[Desert_Blossom]

Vanessa Hill

The pink haired woman rolled over in bed, catching her breath for a moment as the tingling sensation throughout her body lingered. Letting out a slow, satisfied breath, she stretched and turned her head to the side to glance over at the man next to her. Tall, handsome and built like Adonis, to say that Nessa had won the jackpot of hookup buddies with Maddox Grant would be an understatement.

"You know Madds... When I asked for a ride, this wasn't quite what I meant..." Nessa mused jokingly, shifting onto her side as her gaze traveled over his features. "Not that I mind this kind of detour though..." She added, grinning as she pushed herself up onto all fours and leaned over him slowly, taking her time as she reached for her shirt that hung haphazardly on the opposite bedpost beside him. Once her shirt was in hand, Nessa pulled it off the post and brought it back to her side of the bed, brushing her lips teasingly across Madds' as she did.

Sliding out of bed with a soft sigh, the pinkette fished the rest of her clothes off the ground, and tossed Maddox his boxers. "Wouldn't have wanted to crash the party too early anyways." Nessa decided, glancing at the clock as she redressed and slipped her shirt over her head. The sheer garment did little to conceal her black bra underneath, but that was the point, wasn't it? Running a few fingers through her freshly tangled hair, Nessa bent forward to better inspect her reflection in her old vanity. She wiped a few smudges of mascara away and applied a fresh layer of lip stain before turning back to Maddox.

"Ready when you are Trouble." Nessa smirked, grabbing her purse and shoes as she headed out of her room and to the front room of her family's house. These days it was less the family's house and more just hers, but she'd never actually refer to it as such. One day she might have somewhere to call her own, but this wouldn't be it.

Leaning on the armrest of the couch, Nessa pulled on her black ankle boots before grabbing her helmet off of the coat rack next to the door. Her bike was in the shop getting a fresh coat of pink paint that she'd been saving up for, so tonight she depended on Maddox and his wheels to get her to Devereaux's party.

Following after the tall man as he headed outside, Nessa locked up before waiting for Madds to get settled on the bike. Once he was in place, Nessa climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, slipping her arms around his torso and leaning against him a little. She definitely preferred to be the one in control of the bike, but if she had to ride on the back, at least it was with someone she trusted.

Pink hair whipping in the wind under her helmet, Nessa held on tight as Maddox tore out of her driveway and started towards the party on the Northside. She grinned to herself, already relishing in the looks they were sure to receive once they crossed the town divide. It was always satisfying to disturb the Northsiders in their perfect world with a bit of noise from the Southside.

Satisfied

Her house > En Route

Outfit

_amaranth_

nine lives

 

[Desert_Blossom]

Maxim Drozdov

Unaccustomed to the rule of being fashionably late, Maxim Drozdov had been one of the earlier arrivals at Dominic's party. Armed with a bottle of his favorite Russian vodka as a gift for the host, Max had talked to Dom for a few minutes before his rambunctious mingling began. If there was a party that Max caught wind of, he was sure to be there. However, this particular party was one that the foreign young man had been particularly looking forward to.

Since moving to the states for school and falling in with Dominic's crowd, Max had idolized the young man. Viewing Devereaux's life as "hashtag goals" (as the Americans liked to say), Max took his social cues from Dom- the good and the bad. Their friendship, while not necessarily a deep one, was composed of good times, fun parties and beautiful women. And tonight, with Dominic as the host, Max was quite certain that this would be a party to rival all those before it.

Having arrived quite some time ago, Max was already "three shits to the wind" as he incorrectly would say. His laughter echoed in the house as he trounced another set of opponents in beer pong. He was 4-0 for the evening, both because he was exceptionally good at this game that was fairly new to him, and because he hated beer and did everything he could to avoid drinking the cups in front of him. He had instead been taking pills from the vodka he had intended to give to Dom.

Stepping outside to catch some air and a bit of a high, hoping to smoke the joint that he'd just won in beer pong, Max realized he did not have a lighter on him. Glancing around, his eyes brightened when he spotted a pretty girl who had just lit her cigarette. Closing the distance between them, Max stopped beside her, leaning against the railing and peering down at her with a smile.

"Kotik*, may I borrow?" Max asked, gesturing to Lily's Zippo and holding up his joint. A little drunk and forward, the Russian didn't quite wait for a reply before stealing the lighter from the comparatively petite woman and using it to light up. " Spasibo*." He added, setting the Zippo back onto the railing next to her pack of cigarettes.

Taking a drag from his joint, Max gave the weed a few moments to start creeping into his brain before turning his attention back to Lily. He recognized her, but in his current intoxicated state, couldn't quite place where he knew her from. Giving her a once over, Max grinned. "You are from Southside, huh?" He stated, observing her attire, which contrasted that of the Northside girls. "You do not look like you are having much fun... are you not a party person?" Max continued, making disjointed conversation as the thoughts came to him.

He took another drag of his joint and glanced back at the party raging on inside. "I can help you have more fun..." He offered, holding out the joint as he exhaled the smoke. "Is better..." Max added, nodding from her cigarette to the weed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.


*Kotik = Kitten
*Sposibo = Thanks

Tipsy

Porch

Outfit

MadiRaiCat

nine lives

 

[_amaranth_]

Bianca

MOOD: sunny.
LOCATION: home > Dom's party
OUTFIT: click!
INTERACTIONS: Anders
TAGS: apolla

Sitting at her vanity, the brunette was staring in her own eyes in the reflection. Her big blue eyes glistened with uncertainty and she had no idea why she actually said yes to this. The very same set of those big blue eyes was staring at her from another direction and Bianca looked own at the small framed picture where two identical girls were smiling, looking as happy as ever, their chestnut brown hair were flowing in the wind and their faces revealed there was not one worry in the world for either of them. Freezing chills ran down Bianca’s spine when remembering Veronica and looking back at herself in the mirror, she looked like a deer in headlights. Damn Anders, he just had to convince her to go to that party. Because she was the literal embodiment of a party girl. Sometimes it really felt like she didn’t have a place in this town, being too tame for the Southside and not a bitch enough for the Northside.

With a soft sigh, Bia applied a thin layer of light pink lip gloss on her lips and made sure her ponytail was firm and kept all hair out of the way. As she stood up, she traced her whole outfit and bit the inside of her cheek. There was a full closet of proper party clothes just next door but taking Ronnie’s clothes, it felt like…especially after…no! No, she could not think about it now. Not when she was about to get to the party hosted by someone she really took a long time crushing on. Why him, Bia would never know. She was never the naïve shy nerd and though she was your ordinary girl-next-door type sweet girl, Bianca Clayton had a nice set of claws. And yet, one kiss was enough to make her fall for Dominic Deveraux, one guy her mother warned her about.

Bianca got lost in her thoughts when the text beeped and that brought the brunette back to the reality. Grabbing her purse from the bed, she put it across her body and jogged down the stairs. “Don’t stay up too late, Bianca, okay?” a voice of her mom hit her ears the second her fingers wrapped around the door knob. “Of course, mom. I’ll be back before midnight.” Bia answered but something was telling her than she was not going to make it. It was already around 10pm and going to party with Ders, he might not be excited to hear about getting her home less than two hours from now. Speaking of which, Bia joined the boy in the car. “You and I have a totally different definition of fun, apparently.” she shook her head but there was a small smile on her lips. This guy was like her older brother and though her mom was not exactly thrilled Bia was running with a Southsider around, to the brunette, Anders was irreplaceable. In a way.

On their way, Bianca was playing with the radio, trying to tune up some good station but after a while, she gave it up. All she got was either static or Jesus music. Suddenly, silence sounded like a good idea. As Anders made a short pit stop, Bia eyed the duffel bag suspiciously, same to the boy, but remained quiet until they were alone again. “Are you planning something stupid again?” she asked, raising her left eyebrow a little higher.

It was only a short while later that the car parked in front of a luxurious mansion, something you can totally see in all big Hollywood movies. Bianca was still not exactly convinced she should go, especially considering her appearance in comparison what she could already see outside. “Coming.” she exhaled in the end, seeing that Ders was adamant in his decision and there was no way she was going home soon. “Good might be a relative term here but don’t worry. I’ll survive.” she grinned after slamming the car door after her. “I don’t think I’m a liquor girl at all but you know what? Surprise me.” Bianca decided in the end. She might as well embrace the party idea since she was here now. And though this was more Veronica’s crowd than hers, she could try and be a part of it. For one night.

code by low fidelity.

 

[_amaranth_]

Maddox

MOOD: sunny.
LOCATION: Nessa's house > Dom's party
OUTFIT: click!
INTERACTIONS: Nessa
TAGS: Desert_Blossom

Maddox Grant couldn’t really complain about his life anymore. Sure, he might not be the rich Northside kid and didn’t have all the money in the world but what was he missing? He had his family, people who would die for him, he had his best friend who was more than a brother to him, any girl he would point at and the best hookup buddy he could ask for. One might say that his priorities were not exactly straight here but whoever said that Maddox was one of the good guys? Most of the days, all he needed has his old trusty bike and a warm body to hold at night. And more often than not, that body belonged to this beauty who was now trying to catch a breath with him as they rested tangled in sheets in her room.

“Next time, you should form your requests more clearly…might confuse a guy.” MJ snickered over her comment and drank in her body as she was leaning over him, getting quite handsy again. Who could ever resist not touching that smooth skin? Especially when she offered herself like that. “You keep this up, Nessa, and we might be more than fashionably late to the snob fest.” he growled, feeling her lips on his in that way too short teasing moment, and tickled her sides just as she pulled away.

His boxers landed on his naked chest and Madds groaned. He would totally stay for one more wild round of rolling in the sheets but apparently, Nessa was ready to go so he threw the blanket away and stood up, stretching his body, which resulted in a loud back crack. “Remind me why are we going again?” he asked but slowly started to put his clothes back on. “I’m not sure if I’m in a mood for Deveraux’s smug face and the shit is happening at his place. Is there some plot to fuck with him I don’t know about? Because that might just make it worth it.”

Maddox was not an old grump as it might seem. He just wasn’t exactly fond of Dominic Deveraux and the feeling was mutual. Ever since MJ was jumped by a bunch of cowardly Northside pussies who had to wait till he was wasted to actually have a chance against him, MJ was leading this little war against them. It started with fucking with their cars and damn if he didn’t get himself a nice SUV souvenir. The thing was, that Range Rover belonged to Dominic who actually had nothing to do with beating the shit out of the boy. However, Maddox didn’t discriminate, all Northsiders had it coming anyway. If for nothing else, then for simply being a stuck up fucking bunch of assholes.

“Trouble, eh? You have no idea.” Madds smirked over the nickname Nessa gave him and threw his leather jacket, the one with a Wild Dog symbol on its back, on. There was no way he was going to hide his affiliation and he dared anyone ho had anything to say to say it to his face. “Come on, let’s show them how we party.” That smirk playing on his lips was already filled with mischief and generally meant the same as Nessa’s nickname for him. Maddox was on it tonight and only god knew what the night was going to bring.

His Honda was parked in the front and he almost jumped on it, feeling the vehicle sink a little under his weight. Once Nessa was settled in the back, he revved the engine and pulled away from her house, heading straight to the place where the hit was going to go down tonight. He loved his bike more than anything, it gave him that sweet feeling of freedom, that independence. And it was a girl magnet, no matter how old it was. Every girl wanted to sit in the back, hold onto his ripped figure and feel the wind in her hair. And those who said they didn’t, were lying.

“Dude…this house…” Maddox whistled when he parked the bike in front of Dom’s house. “And some of those cars…want some of those, Nessie? Take your pick, I’ll get it to you.” MJ grinned widely, setting his helmet on the bike. “But for real, who buys a house like this just because? Fucking show-off…” Madds commented on their host and started walking inside. “Come on then, let’s drink his expensive booze at least. Ders coming? Have you heard from him? Or anyone else for that matter?”

code by low fidelity.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

location

patio deck

mentions

Nessa

interactions

Max ( Desert_Blossom )

outfit

x, x

Liliana

southside

The steady flow and pull of the ocean created a tranquilness that was lost on the rest of the party. Liliana, however, matched her breathing to it, inhaling as the tides rolled in and exhaling as they retreated. The ocean was quite captivating to her, as no one quite knew what existed in its depth. She could appreciate the mystery of it all. The way the moonlight glittered across the surface made her almost wish she had brought her sketchpad. The brunette took another pull from her cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment longer until releasing its vapors from between her naturally pink, parted lips. Nicotine was a poison, just like any other bad habit out there. When she started smoking, it was more to seem cool among her southside acquaintances. Now? She did it to destress.

Her little piece of paradise didn't last long as the patio doors were shoved open. Several people, most appearing to be Northsiders, exited. Thankfully, though, they all seemed far too interested in the DJ set and pool to really pay attention to her. Lily had a way of keeping to the shadows, going unnoticed. In her line of work, it was practically required. As long as she could blend in, be invisible, she would never get caught. And Liliana learned fairly early on that getting caught was nearly the worst thing that could happen. When she was younger, maybe eleven or twelve, she decided to go to the corner store for some snacks. Her foster parents at the time hadn't been home in several days, stating they were on vacation and had left her and a couple of other older kids at home. Disappearing foster parents wasn't something new, at least not to Lily. But, this time around, they had no money or food.

Knowing that she needed to fend for herself, the brunette attempted to steal a couple of things from the store. The clerk, however, was having none of it. Looking back, she figured he probably called the cops as soon as she stepped foot through the door. Liliana had spent a couple of nights in juvie until her foster parents returned to pick her up. The jail time wasn't the worst part though. Moreso, the bruises her foster father had left stuck around for weeks. It wasn't long after that that she was bounced to another home, just as terrible as the first and would most certainly not be her last.

Pulling her from the thoughts, Lily heard the creaking boards of the deck before she felt a presence alongside her. Her luck of being alone until she found her friends was sure to run out, and it had chosen that moment to do so. Tapping the cherry from her cigarette on the railing, she watched the smoldering ember fall towards the sand below before snuffing out. Turning her chocolate brown gaze to the man beside her, the brunette quickly realized that he was at least somewhat familiar. She recognized him from parties though she didn't know his name. And, based on the joint in his hand, she wasn't sure that she wanted to.

"Go right ahead," Liliana answered him, taking one final drag from her cigarette before stomping it out beneath the heel of her combat boot. She grabbed her beer bottle and took a swig, returning her gaze to the ocean. To be honest, she kind of hoped that would be the end of their conversation, he would take the hint, use her lighter, then leave. But that didn't seem to be the case. "Yeah, Southside born and raised," she replied, trying to give off an 'uninterested' vibe. By the looks of him, he was most certainly a Northsider, and she half-expected to hear some ignorant garbage about Southside's poverty. Instead, though, he continued. "Parties are fine. It's more like I'm not a 'crowded-Northside-mansion-full-of-strangers' type of person," Lily said, shrugging her shoulders.

The brunette man glanced back at the party inside, taking another drag from the joint in his hand. Liliana reached for her pack of cigarettes and lighter, slipping both into her back pocket once again. She turned to face the patio door, leaning her back against the railing as she searched the faces through the window for someone she recognized, hopefully Nessa. Unfortunately, though, she still found none. The smell of the weed smoke made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, bringing back a few more painful memories than she really wanted to deal with at that moment. "I think I'll pass, thanks," Lily said rather tersely, taking another sip from her beer. "And my name is Lily. Not kotik, or whatever it was you called me."

nine lives

 

[MadiRaiCat]

location

bar

mentions

Anders, Bianca ( _amaranth_ )

interactions

Vivian ( apolla )

outfit

x

Dominic

northside

The music had begun, the bass practically vibrating the walls of the newly purchased beach home. Through the window, the DJ could be seen dancing as he spun his beats. People filed out the back patio quickly, some dancing on the designated space in front of the DJ stage. Others immediately hopped into the pool, and Dom let out a low chuckle. They would probably regret that later. At least he had the patio heaters installed the week before so he wouldn't have to deal with drunk and freezing people. Well, he wouldn't be the one to deal with them anyway, his staff would. But the sentiment was there.

A waitress passed them, a tray of appetizers balanced in one hand. Dominic plucked one off the tray, popping the delicious bite into his mouth. The parties he liked to throw were an eclectic mix of high school house party, rave, and semi-upscale cocktail party. The vibe was an all-out, make-bad-decisions-now, worry-about-them-tomorrow bash, and he encouraged fun of all types. It was one of the reason Dominic Devereaux parties were so legendary. That combined with the fact that everything, except for the drugs, was free. Speaking of drugs... Dom's blue eyes scanned the crowd in search of his favorite provider. He barely caught sight of the man entering with Bianca before the pair disappeared into the crowd.

"Top shelf long island, sir," the bartender said, catching the party host's attention for only a brief moment. He responded with a quick, "Thank you," before scanning the crowd again. Bianca Clayton with Anders Gibson, now that was a pairing he had to see to believe. Dom would have expected such an association from Ronnie. But Bia? She seemed a little to innocent for the hot-headed and impulsive Ders. He remembered their moment in the closet at a past party, how she was so shy and timid that he almost didn't want to kiss her for fear of traumatizing her. From what he could recall through the drunken fog, she tasted delicious. But, at the end of the night, it was the other twin he had in bed.

A familiar voice caught Dominic's attention, and he turned to face the fiery redhead he had gotten to know fairly well over the past year. Every time he saw her face, he couldn't help but think about Victor, his bud, and how he felt guilty for having a part in his death, no matter how small it was. But they were at a party, and it was time for fun, not melancholic reminiscings of the past. "I see you've made your fashionably late entrance, grand as always, Vivi," Dom said, a teasing glint in his eyes. They had gotten rather close, but it was all purely platonic. She had practically become his sister without access to the family inheritance.

"Trash?" the brunette man repeated, looking around the party once again. The population of Southsiders had begun to grow and, though Dom had never really held any grudges against them, he couldn't help but think that they were to blame for Victor's death. "Come on, Vivian. You know I'm an equal opportunity party thrower," he answered with a grin, taking another sip from his glass. A gorgeous Southsider blonde passed by then, dragging her fingertips across his chest with a flirty smile as she moved. Dominic's eyes followed her until she was gone, before returning to Vivi.

"You can't tell me you would pass up that because of some old turf war, now would you?" he said with a grin. "Besides, they always have the best party favors. And what is a Devereaux house party without the entire experience?" Taking another drink from his glass, Dom realized quickly how strong the cocktail had been made. But he ultimately didn't care. If he remembered the night or knew the names of the girls in his bed in the morning, then he most certainly wasn't doing it right. With a mischevious smile, Dominic easily replied, "Entertainment in all forms, as you can see. But I am taking special requests, if you have any."

nine lives

 

[apolla]

In another life, Vivian might not have had a problem with the Southsiders. Being the bastard child of Renee Cellers, though, put alot of unwanted pressure on Vivi's shoulders, a heavy weight that hadn't been intended but definitely had been present her whole life. William Cellers had made it clear throughout her life that she was second best not only to Victor, but to everyone. Though she got the same high end lessons from the same expensive tutors, she never got gratitude or appreciation or even love from her father, and her mother was too far gone to provide those things.

That's why she relied on Victor so much, and that's why her whole world had collapsed when he died. Even without Victor, she was not the favorite child. For a while there after his death, though, her father did show a touch more affection towards her, but it was only for the public eye. At home he was the same stranger he'd always been, and she was left to her own devices. Self destruction had become her best friend and worst enemy, but she'd eventually reemerged into the spotlight, stronger than ever. At least, on the outside, because that's what she'd needed people to see.

Maybe she'd become too attached to Dom too soon. She clung to him like she'd clung to Victor, like the brotherly support was still there. And it was, just from a different source. She felt relaxed around Dominic, even now, surrounded by people who were ready to jump the second they smelled weakness. Vivi just knew that people were sharks, and the slightest hint of blood would have their jaws snapping, ready to tear her apart.

So from her perfectly manicured fingernails and eyebrows to her exquisite, sharp makeup and her on-point outfit, she appeared to have everything together. As her tequila sunrise was placed into her hands, she thanked the bartender with a sultry smile before turning back to Dominic, just in time to see the southside blonde trail her fingers over his chest. She felt a stab of jealousy shoot through her, not because she wanted Dominic to be hers, but because she'd taken his attention away from Vivi even if only for a few seconds. Attention was the redheads kryptonite, good or bad.

At his comment, Vivi just rolled her eyes, bringing the straw of her drink to her lips to suck down some of the drink. "She doesn't have the right equipment for me, Dom, dear." She shrugged one shoulder, rolling her eyes. "But I guess even I can appreciate the female form." She leaned forward to watch as the girl disappeared into the crowd before her eyes landed back on her friend. "The whole experience, hm?" A slight smirk appeared on her plumped lips as she lowered her drink, just holding it. "No special requests just yet, but if I think of one I know who to look for."

vivi

pretty girl

by [maggie lindemann]​

interactions:
Dominic

tags:
MadiRaiCat

mood:
playful

outfit:
Click!

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[apolla]

Anders had been great friends-- and even a little more sometimes, before she'd gotten with Victor-- with Bia's sister, Veronica. He knew her and he knew her well, but this girl next to him now was still a bit of a stranger sometimes. He wanted to bring her out because he felt as though she were a little sister to him, and he knew she was still down about losing her sister. He couldn't blame her for that, nor could he take away the pain, but he could bring her out and help her to have a good time, right? Just like with Veronica.

Ignoring the twinge of guilt at the thought, he just smirked at her when she asked if he was planning something stupid. "That depends on your definition of stupid." He told her casually, leaving it at that as they headed for the party. The place was beautiful; even his lack of taste could tell that much. "Fuckin' rich people." He muttered as they made their way into the party. His first question to her was if she preferred dark or clear liquor, though her answer brought a smile to his face. "That could be dangerous, Bia. Be careful what you wish for."

Looping his arm through hers, he led her towards the bar. Letting go of her once they were there, he flagged down the bartender and ordered himself a beer and a shot of Jack, looking over at Bia afterwards. "Get the girl something fruity. Cranberry and vodka." The bartender nodded and Anders turned back to the room, his eyes landing on two familiar faces down the bar some. "Oh, speaking of having fun-- I was talking about that, wasn't I?-- I see the perfect man for the job." Grinning, he took her arm again and led her towards Dominic and Vivi.

"Lady, gentleman, good evening." A wide grin spread across his face as he greeted them, though he didn't miss the look of disgust that flashed across Vivi's face. Funny enough, though, she wasn't looking at him when she made that face, but at his companion. Quirking a brow in Bia's direction, he looked back at Vivi, but the expression was gone. She'd turned away some and was sipping at her drink, not saying a word. Well, whatever. Sliding his gaze over to Dominic, he gestured to Bia.

"We need some fun in the house, Mr. Party Thrower." His eyes flicked to the bartender as he set his drinks down, along with Bia's vodka cranberry. He reached for her drink first and handed it to the girl, unaware that she actually had some history with Dominic. Taking his shot, he chased it with his beer and set the glass back on the bar to be collected later. "Bia, what type of fun are we looking to have? I see spin the bottle over there, there's a pool out back. Music all over, dancing, we've already covered the drink part." Taking another swig from his beer, he moved closer to Bia. "Your pick."

anders

lowlife

by [theory of a deadman]​

interactions:
Bianca, Dom, Vivi

tags:
_amaranth_ MadiRaiCat

mood:
laid-back

outfit:
Click!

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[Desert_Blossom]

Vanessa Hill

Nessa laughed lightly at Maddox's comment about confusing a guy. "Or... maybe I shouldn't be more clear, and let you be confused more often. I have a feeling we'd double our fun that way." She countered, reaching over to grab her shirt. Maddox's hand on her skin left a trail of goosebumps in its wake and it was tempting to give in to his touch for another round... but Lily was probably already at the party and waiting for them.

"Save that thought for after the party..." Nessa grinned as she got dressed and walked to her vanity. She watched Maddox for a moment in the mirror's reflection as he stood and stretched, before averting her gaze back to her appearance when he asked why they were going to the party in the first place.

"Because I thought it would be fun... And there will be free booze and a view of the ocean." Nessa replied, not needing much excuse to crash a party, even if it was a snobby one. "I wasn't aware of any devious plots, but that would make things more fun. And at the very least, maybe drinking hundreds of dollars worth of Dever-whatever's alcohol will let you forget about his smug face." She added, once ready.

"Oh, I have some idea..." Nessa grinned, in reference to her nickname for Madds, as she walked out of her room. Once Maddox threw on his jacket, his mood towards the party seemed to improve and Nessa laughed as she locked the door. "Now you're talking. I feel like the Northsiders could learn a few things from us." The pinkette said as she climbed on the back of his bike.

Despite crossing over to the other side of town, it didn't take long from the time Maddox revved the engine to the moment he was parking his motorcycle in front of Dominic's house. Nessa swung her leg over the bike to dismount, and pulled off her helmet. When Maddox offered to get her one of the fancy cars parked outside the even fancier house, Nessa bit her lip mulling over the difficult decision.

"How can I resist? Hmm, I want those two..." She said pointing to two convertibles parked side by side, one black and one red, as she shook out her pink locks to get rid of the helmet hair. "Make sure you wrap them with big red bows too." She winked, setting her helmet on the back of the bike next to MJ's. Her attention then turned to the house and she sighed a bit. "Lucky people, that's who. All he did was be born into a rich family."


Nessa followed Maddox as they entered the party, stealing a bottle of beer that one of the guests had just popped open on the way in. "Yeah, Ders said he was coming." She replied, taking a sip of the stolen beer as they bee-lined to the open bar for something stronger. "I think I saw his car and Lily's bike in the driveway, so they should be here somewhere..." Nessa mused, assessing the party and scanning the crowd.

She smiled, spotting Ders down the bar, before noticing the company he kept. "Well, found Ders, but looks like he's with your favorite person right now." Nessa pointed out, nodding in the quartet's direction.

While Madds decided whether it was worth meeting up with their friend, Nessa took another swig of beer and leaned up against the bar. A quick grin in the direction of one of the bartenders was all it took to catch his attention, and she ordered two shots of tequila, a whiskey sour for herself and a double whiskey on the rocks for Madds.

Once the drinks were delivered, Nessa handed one of the shots to Maddox. "This is to jumpstart the party," She said before handing him the whiskey as well. "And this is to keep it going." The pinkette grinned, clinking her shot glass against his and tossing it back.

Eager to Party

Dom’s Place

Outfit

_amaranth_

nine lives

 

[Desert_Blossom]

Maxim Drozdov

Maxim had been book smart growing up, working hard to get top marks in his classes back when he thought he could dictate his future. After his parents had lowered his expectations for what career options laid ahead for him though, Max traded in his studies for parties. Especially once he moved to America. And while Max was still smart, sometimes his common sense evaded him. Or rather, was washed away by all the vodka he drank.

As such, Max was a little oblivious to the signals Lily was sending that she was not interested in conversing with him. At the moment, all he was noticing was that she was pretty, different from a lot of the girls he usually associated with, and had a lighter.

"If you do not like these parties, then why are you here?" Max asked when Lily commented that she was not a "crowded-Northside-mansion-full-of-strangers" type of person. "This seems like the last place you would want to be."

It was hard for Max to imagine not liking this kind of atmosphere since he thrived off of it, but it was even harder for Max to imagine why someone would submit themselves to something they didn't like willingly. Back home he was often forced to do things he'd prefer not to, and hated the lack of control. But ever since being in the U.S., Max had made a point to avoid everything he disliked whenever possible. Homework- nyet. Chores- nyet. Vegetables- nyet. Returning to Russia- nyet.

After smoking some of his joint, Max tried to be thoughtful by offering Lily a hit, hoping it would make her happier, but she declined. Despite missing the "leave me alone" vibes earlier, the terse way that Lily waved off the weed started to get through to Max that he wasn't very welcome. "Ah, okay." He nodded, snuffing out the flame at the end of the joint so he could save the rest for later. Perhaps another girl would be more receptive?

While his intentions had been good, Max conceded that not everyone could like him and that perhaps this girl was just one of those people who he would not be able to win over. Just as he was about to leave though, Lily offered her name and Max laughed a little at her annoyance that he called her "kotik".

"Izvini," Max said, holding his hands up apologetically to show he had meant no harm by the nickname. "Lily..." The Russian repeated, testing her name on his tongue. "Yes, that is much prettier." He smiled. "I do not think you find it very nice to meet me, but it is nice to meet you, Lily. I am Max." He added, bowing his head a little before picking up the bottle of vodka he'd been carrying around with him.

Finding the bottle nearly empty, Maxim frowned and glanced between the bar inside and Lily. He eyed her bottle of beer, trying to judge if she'd need a refill soon too.

"I need another round, Lily..." Max said, now teasingly adding her name to the end of all his sentences since she'd made the point to correct him. "If you need another, I would not mind annoying you some more inside if you want to join me?" He offered with a grin. The Russian man knew he'd likely be turned down, but it was worth a shot. He could just as easily find one of the other girls who'd been flirting with him earlier, but they made things almost too easy.

Nyet- No
Izvini- Sorry

Amused

Porch

Outfit

MadiRaiCat

nine lives

 

[_amaranth_]

Bianca

MOOD: overwhelmed
LOCATION: Dom's party
OUTFIT: click!
INTERACTIONS: Anders; Dominic; Vivi
MENTIONS: Max
TAGS: apolla MadiRaiCat Desert_Blossom

Bianca knew that Ders and Ronnie were more than just friends. The two hung out very often before, especially before Veronica started to date Victor but even after, just their other…activities stopped. And that fact alone sometimes made it weird to be around the guy. He was great, Bia loved him in a way one loves their big brother and Ders actually was kind of a brother figure to her. It just sometimes felt odd, because she felt like a little kid. Despite the fact that she and Ronnie were identical and Bia was only three minutes younger than her twin, the brunette always felt like a little child around Ronnie and her friends, as if she needed to be guided and her hand had to be held all the time.

It was one of the things Bia was thinking about when she pushed Ronnie’s lifeless body in the lake. Her chest suddenly felt heavy as if an elephant took a seat there, remembering what she did. Bianca Clayton was not a good person. And despite her girl-next-door persona and sweet nature, she knew that deep down, she had to be a villain. Why else would she…? No! No, she couldn’t think about it. Not here. Not now. Not ever. Instead, she focused on the situation around her and heard Anders’ remark on definition of stupid. “I can assure you mine is very different from yours.” she snickered and started to feel a tiny bit better. Though her heart started to beat a bit faster when they parked in front of Dominic’s house.

Anders looped his arm through hers and Bia clung to him as if this was her first time being at the party. She didn’t belong there, her whole outfit was not appropriate and she immediately felt out of place. This was so not her scene. Either way, she let Anders lead her inside and loosened the grip on his arm a little not to seem like a deer in headlights. Anders gave her that playful smirk, warning her to be careful what she wished for with drinks and she just rolled her eyes with a smirk of her own. “You wouldn’t dare.” she poked his ribs with her elbow and was actually very much relieved to hear an order of Cranberry and vodka going her way. Still, not exactly an alcohol fan but sure it was a party after all.

Only then Andres got yet another idea and led her over to the host himself. Just the memory of Dominic kissing her in that closet was making her knees weak and though Bianca thought her crush was long gone, seeing him now made her breath a bit shaky. Not that she imagine anything ever happening between them, she was not even sure if she wanted it but he was her first real kiss and that meant something. Yet he was not standing there alone and the redheaded menace was already shooting Bianca looks that made her uncomfortable. Well, Vivi was one of those girls Ronnie was hanging out with once boosting her popularity rate and Bia never really fit in since she was not a cheerleader.

Thankfully, the drink arrived soon and Bia grabbed it, taking a quick sip. Taste of vodka stung her tongue and though Bianca had no idea how it was supposed to taste, she knew it had way too much vodka. “Oh my god…” she mumbled, trying hard not to make the face. Anders presented way too many options for them to do and Bia was feeling getting a bit overwhelmed. Despite knowing she might regret it later, the brunette tilted her glass at her lips until it was empty, vodka made her throat burn and she set the glass back on the counter a bit stronger that she meant. “I think I need some air first. I’ll…find you.” she turned to Ders and darted off towards the balcony, grabbing a random bottle from some table on her way. Why, she had no idea, she was not a drinker. But the whole setting, everything that happened in Briarwood, she was just…it was getting to her head way too much. Finally, she reached the deck and beelined towards the railing, setting the bottle of apparently more vodka on it. There were a few people around but they all seemed to mind their own business. Who would even care for simple Bianca anyway? She recognized a few faces around from school, some more, some less, she even knew a few names. Hey, even Max was out there, definitely having great time. Everyone was so why couldn’t she allow herself to do the same?

“What am I doing?” she mumbled and let out a deep sigh. Her blue gaze inspected the bottle more and she brought it to her lips, having a little taste. “Jesus Christ…” she shuddered and set the bottle back as pure vodka was apparently not her thing. For real, what was she doing?

code by low fidelity.

 

[_amaranth_]

Maddox

MOOD: mischievous
LOCATION: Dom's party
OUTFIT: click!
INTERACTIONS: Nessa, Dom, Vivi, Andres
TAGS: Desert_Blossom MadiRaiCat apolla

The only thing Maddox actually regret about the evening was that he didn’t get to go for another round with Nessa. She was an amazing woman in many ways and the bed games were no exception. She was an absolute dream come true for a guy like Madds. He was not looking for a girlfriend but wanted to have fun as any other guy. And since Nessa was not the one for a commitment either, their deal was the sweetest they could get. So naturally, he wanted to take her for one more spin but she was adamant in saying they had to go so MJ got up and got dressed but added his fair share of grunts to it until they reached his bike.

However, by the time the couple arrived to Dom’s house, Maddox decided to change his attitude. It wasn’t every day he got to drink the good whiskey and as he knew the Northsiders, they were not going to satisfy themselves with only mediocre stuff. Everything about that party was going to be exquisite. Premises, booze, catering, girls. A real paradise for someone like Maddox Grant so why not enjoy it while it lasted? Even if it was Deveraux throwing the party.

“You were right, Nessa. This is gonna be fun. And I do enjoy free booze. Fuck the ocean tho.” he laughed as they got off his bike. Looking around, Maddox rarely saw such a selection of fine vehicles so he half-jokingly, half-seriously offered Nessa to get her any she pointed her finger at. She was adorable as she actually went for it and chose two convertibles parked one next to each other. Hearing her comment on the red bow made him burst out laughing. “No worries, your Highness, I will make your rides all pretty and polished, just like they belonged to some Northside asskisser. No one will ever know you are not one of them.” he spoke condescendingly, offering a mocking deep bow. “Anything for my pinkette.” he added, straightening his back again.

His thoughts went to his almost-brother and he asked about him just as they entered. Nessa’s clever beer trick made the corners of his lips curl as she made it look so natural. As she said Ders should be around, Maddox nodded, looking around whether he would spot him. This place needed a little Southside standard after all. But his face went immediately sour when Nessa pointed out Ders was right there, hanging out with the esteemed host. “Well, fuck me. And he got himself a little Northside pet as well. Look at that.” MJ mused pointing and small brunette standing next to Anders. “And I always thought he liked them sharp and badass. Might have misjudged guy’s taste in ladies.” he chuckled turning to the bar.

Once again, Nessa was faster and already ordered so in a short while, the bartender set several glasses in front of them. Waiting for nothing more, he just nodded and downed the tequila shot immediately, reaching for his whiskey to chase it down. “You know what? Maybe we should go thank the host for having us then. Might be rude if we didn’t.” Madds smirked, his eyes narrowed. The brunette was walking away from the group hastily so it was just Anders, Dominic and a very pretty redhead there. With a drink in one hand, he hung the other arm on Nessa’s shoulders and led her over.

“What did you do to the little one that she ran away from you so fast, Ders?” MJ laughed as the two approached the group. “Nice party, Debonair.” he turned his attention to Dominic, not even bothering to get his name right. One might think Madds butchered it on purpose. Well, prove it. It was rich, stuck up and French. If you asked him, Maddox got it right. “We were just wondering when the real shit starts. You know. The fun part.” he wiggled his eyebrows, looking the redhead over properly. “Hello, sweetheart, how you doing?” he smirked in Vivi’s way, still holding Nessa close. This party really could use some fire starter. And that was when his eyes found Anders because if Maddox was sure about one thing it was that his best friend definitely had some ace up his sleeve.

code by low fidelity.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

location

patio deck

mentions

none

interactions

Max ( Desert_Blossom )

outfit

x, x

Liliana

southside

Truth be told, Liliana really didn't hate parties. They weren't the worst thing in the world. Although she would never do drugs and didn't really like being around people affected by them, parties tended to be a chance for her to actually relax for a bit. Lounging on a couch in some abandoned warehouse on the southside, smoking cigarettes and drinking liquor, shooting the shit about who's bike was better. That was the type of party she enjoyed. But the northside had a way of ruining a good thing by overcomplicated it. Case and point was Dominic Devereaux's extravaganza that night. Servers were walking around with appetizers and alcohol and there was a professional DJ that she was fairly sure cost more to rent than she paid for her bike.

Despite going to the party to hang out with her friends, Lily found herself alone with someone who was pretty much a stranger. He seemed fairly oblivious to the fact that she was trying to be alone. But, if she was being honest, she could see how it was strange. After all, who goes to a party to be alone anyway? Letting out a breath, the brunette slipped the thumb of her free hand into the belt loop of her black denim shorts and took a long sip from her beer. "Well, my friends talked me into it. But I'm starting to think they ditched me," she answered, shrugging her shoulders. Briefly turning her chocolate brown gaze on him, she smirked dryly and added, "But trust me, I've been in places far worse than this."

The smell of weed was beginning to affect Lily in a not-so-good way, her heart starting to race a bit. She hated that she had no control over it, that the panic could just rise up at any time and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Thankfully, though, the brunette man seemed to catch on and snuffed out the potent joint. He said something that sounded like an apology, though Lily wasn't quite sure as she didn't know the language. Something European maybe? She had never paid attention enough in school to be able to pinpoint it. Despite all her terse tones and not-entirely-kind words, he was still being nice to her, which was strange from a northsider. "Well, Max," Lily said, tilting her head curiously, "I suppose it isn't entirely terrible to meet you either."

Taking another drink from her beer, the brunette realized she had already emptied the glass container. If she was going to survive the rest of the party, she was going to need more alcohol in her system. She looked over at Max as he invited her inside with him, weighing the options. "You're not from around here, are you," she asked, though it sounded more like a statement. Any normal northsider would have run for the hills or snapped at her with some comment about being a poor southsider. But he hadn't and, combined with the accent, she could only assume he wasn't a Briarwood native. "Yeah, I could use a refill actually. Lead the way."

nine lives

 

[MadiRaiCat]

location

bar -> patio

mentions

Nessa, Max ( Desert_Blossom ), Lily

interactions

Vivian, Anders ( apolla ), Maddox, Bianca ( _amaranth_ )

outfit

x

Dominic

northside

Parties had been a part of Dominic's life for as long as he could remember. Even as a toddler, his parents would throw exorbitant house parties for all wealthy and well-known families on the northside of Briarwood. Granted, those parties were generally mature get-togethers under the guise of fundraisers for his mother's current charity fascination and not all-out ragers like the one he was currently throwing. Nevertheless, even as a young child, he liked to dress up in his best clothes, put on a handsome smile, and charm the pants off of others. As an adult, the latter part of that statement was much more literal in nature. Dom liked to have fun and create fun for others, regardless of social status. In fact, the only thing he truly hated about parties was the mess after. But that was a problem for the wait staff, not him.

Taking another sip from his Long Island, the brunette grinned at his redheaded counterpart. "Everyone has the right equipment, sweetheart. You just need to read the manual," he answered with a wink. "But yes, the whole experience. Anything you want, a Devereaux party can probably make it happen. That's what we go for here anyway!" A familiar voice pulled Dom from his thoughts, and he turned to find Anders joining them at the bar with a familiar brunette in tow. "Some fun? What is it about this entire party that isn't screaming 'fun' to you people?" he questioned, with faux exasperation in his tone. He took a sip from his glass, pretending to contemplate for a moment before grinning. "I should have hired the fire-eaters, I knew it."

Dominic turned his gaze to Bianca for a moment, assessing her. She looked a lot like her sister, one of his previous bed partners, and the girl of his best friend before Victor disappeared. When they both had died, it had certainly been hard on Dominic, and he spent a lot of time at the bottom of a bottle to deal with it. Luckily, though, he had Vivi to be there for him and him for her. It was one of the reasons their bond was so strong now, despite the age difference and the fact that they were purely platonic friends. The same couldn't be said for Dom and Bianca, however. He didn't really know her all that well in a personal sense, but he most certainly knew what she tasted like. But Dominic didn't have a chance to greet her before Bia disappeared out onto the patio.

Momentarily distracted by two more familiar faces joining their group, Dominic rolled his eyes as Maddox got his name wrong. It was really worth commenting on, knowing that the southside man was only doing it to elicit some sort of response from him. "I'm sure Anders here is selling some of that fun you're looking for," Dom responded with a smirk, glancing at his friend. There was no way the southside gang member would show up to a northside party without some special party favors. This place was full of buyers, and it was possible to make an entire month's pay in one night. "Save some of that for me though. You know I'm good for it. I'll be right back folks," Dominic said, patting Ders on the shoulder before pushing through the crowd towards the patio.

Stepping out into the fresh air, Dom took a deep breath of the refreshing sea breeze. He spotted Max leaning against the patio railing with a southside girl, no doubt trying to shoot his shot. But Dominic knew of Liliana Atwood, and let out a chuckle at the idea that his friend would most likely fail. Finally, he found Bianca, leaning against the railing down the way from Max and Lily, and away from the rest of the party. He approached her, leaning against the balcony that overlooked the ocean. Without looking down at her, Dominic took another sip from his cocktail and said, "Well, I'm not quite sure what you're doing. But it doesn't look like you're having much fun." Turning his body to face her, the brunette man grinned and added, "And what kind of host would I be if I didn't ensure that all my guests were having fun? So, Bia, how can I help?"

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[apolla]

Vivian felt at home both surrounded by her peers and around Dominic. It was no secret that Vivi was one of the more popular girls at school, if not the most popular. She fought hard to get her crown and keep it, and not even the death of her brother was going to keep her down forever. Granted, it had been a major setback, but she had Dom to thank for bringing her back and keeping her on top. Vivi wasn't afraid of getting down and dirty as long as it meant she kept her title of Queen. Victor had been the king when he was alive, but now the spotlight was completely on her.

In a way, maybe it was selfish of her to use Victor's death to her advantage. But that was it: he was dead. He certainly wasn't going to be coming back to regain his title, and when he'd been alive, he'd wanted Vivi to have this. She knew it because he'd told her numerous times he didn't care about being popular, he didn't care about their family name beyond the fact it meant they were connected. To Victor, they were full blooded brother and sister. As far as Vivi knew, he'd never known the truth about where Vivi actually came from. His father made sure Vivi would never be brave enough to tell.

It was a secret she would take to her grave.

With her gaze sliding from the pretty southside girl back to Dominic, blatantly rolling her eyes at his comment. "The manual? What are we, cars? Women don't come with manuals, Dom. You should know you have to figure them out yourself." The slight smile on her face told him she was teasing as she sipped at her tequila sunrise. They were joined a moment or two later by Anders and Bianca, both of whom Vivi knew. She had more of a history with Bianca-- or technically, her twin, Ronnie. Losing Ronnie had been another big blow for Vivi, because they'd been extremely close in the end there.

But instead of bonding over the loss of a sister and a girl Vivi considered a sister, the girls became catty towards one another. Although a scowl had presented itself on Vivi's face upon seeing Bia, she couldn't hide a laugh at Dom's comment about the fire-eaters. Before she could make a comment back, though, two more faces joined them. Two more southsiders that Vivi recognized, and didn't have the greatest relationship with. Then again, what southsider did she have a good relationship with? Vivi's eyes caught sight of Bia as she made a quick exit, her eyebrows raising in surprise.

Anders returned Maddox's teasing about Bia running away, drawing Vivi's attention back towards the group. "Ders, sweetheart, you should really lose the mask if it's scaring people that bad. It's not Halloween, honey." She bit down on the straw in her drink, the smirk on her face a little less playful this time. When Maddox sent his flirtations her way, Vivi turned her gaze to him, eyeing how his arm was still around Nessa. "I'd be better if you weren't trying to flirt while holding another woman." She snapped, flagging down the bartender. "A shot of fireball, please. I'm going to need it."

vivi

pretty girl

by [maggie lindemann]​

interactions:
Dominic, Bia, Anders, Nessa, Maddox

tags:
MadiRaiCat _amaranth_ Desert_Blossom

mood:
snarky

outfit:
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[apolla]

Anders didn't have a clue that Dominic and Bianca had history, or else he might have not taken her to him. At least not right away. After a few drinks, he was infamous for forgetting even the most basic knowledge, but that was just a part of his charm. Or so he claimed. He didn't notice the look on Bia's face or even the one on Dominic's as they looked at each other, too busy downing his shot and chasing it with the beer he'd ordered. He'd gotten Bia something simple, a vodka cranberry, because it was supposed to be good and not too strong.

By the look on her face and the expression she made when she drank it, though, that was apparently not the case. "Sorry, B." He made a face as he glanced over at Vivi, who was scowling. What was her problem? Hearing his friend's voice, though, Anders looked back at Dominic as he mad ehis comment about the fire-eaters. "Oh, shit, dude. I didn't even know that was an option! Definitely next time." He grinned, glanicng at Bia only to see that she looked like she was ready to vomit. When she moved, she didn't throw up thankfully, but she did flee.

"Fuck, man." Ders sighed as she disappeared into the crowd, his eyes flicking over to Vivi at her words. Maddox and Nessa had joined them sometime in the last minute or so, but Anders was focused on what Vivi was saying in her snarky, too preppy voice. Making a mocking face in her direction, he just rolled his eyes and turned to the others. "Nice to see you, Nessa." Anders leaned in to awkwardly hug Nessa since she was still under Maddox's arms, then nodded in his brother from another mothers direction. "You too, beautiful."

Grinning, he glanced over at Dominic as he said he'd be right back. Ders nodded when he felt Dom's hand on his back. "You got it." He'd definitely come with more than just that duffel bag, that was for sure. Selling was nothing new to Ders; he'd been doing it for years now, and was pretty damn good at not getting caught. He'd just turned his attention back to the group when he heard Vivi's comment towards Maddox, and he nearly choked on his beer that he'd lifted to his lips. "Damn, Mads." Anders and Vivi were far from best friends, but he could give the girl credit, she had standards.

"Nessa, Nessa, Nessa." Anders held out his arms towards the pinkette, his eyes glowing with excitement. He was keeping a big secret from her and everyone, one that he knew he could never let out. Helping Vanessa with money though was no big deal, and he would continue to do so as long as she needed. Probably even longer. "I missed you, pink." Winking at her, he slid his hands into his pockets. "Take a shot with me?" Getting an idea, he turned around and slid in close to Vivi. "Make that four, please." He grinned over at the queen bee, and made sure to grab two shots when they were placed on the bar in front of them. "Nessa, if you want yours you need to pay the price." He leaned forward some, tapping his finger on his cheek.

anders

lowlife

by [theory of a deadman]​

interactions:
Bianca, Dom, Vivi, Maddox, Nessa

tags:
_amaranth_ MadiRaiCat Desert_Blossom

mood:
flirty

outfit:
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[Desert_Blossom]

Vanessa Hill

Despite his reluctance to be dragged to Devereaux's party, Nessa was pleased to find Maddox's mood changed by time they arrived at the mansion. "Haven't you learned by now, I'm always right." Nessa smirked as she got off the bike and set her helmet on the back.

The pinkette picked out the two cars she wanted Maddox to steal for her and laughed when he promised to make her new rides pretty and polished while bowing. "Your Highness? I like the sound of that." She grinned, "For my first royal decree, I say we drink!" She declared as they walked into the party, immediately snagging herself a beer from someone's hands. Madds asked about Ders, and sure enough the man in question was talking to Devereaux.

Nessa tipped her head to glance around Madds down the bar when he mentioned that Ders had brought along a girl. Her brows furrowed slightly, spotting Bia beside him, but she just shrugged in response to MJ's comment about misjudging Ders's taste in women. "His loss if he's snacking on a Northsider..." She mused before placing her order with the bartender. A few moments later she and Madds were taking their shots of tequila, with a drink in hand to spare.

"Since when have you ever worried about seeming rude?" Nessa teased Madds when he suggested they go over and thank Dom for having them over. The brunette with Ders was hastily running away, leaving him alone with their host and a redhead. "I feel like what you really mean is that it would be a shame to let Devereaux have the redhead to himself." She added with a smirk as Madds put his arm around her shoulder and led her over to the small group.

Hiding her growing smirk behind her glass when Maddox butchered Devereaux's name, Nessa watched the exchange in silence. Turning her attention to Ders, she smiled when he gave her a hug despite Maddox's arm around her. "Mm, I quite like being a Nessa sandwich." She joked with a laugh, careful not to spill her drink on Ders when she returned his hug. At some point after Anders's greeting, Dom excused himself to chase after the brunette who had run off, leaving the three Southsiders and the redhead alone at the bar.

Vivi was quick to shoot down Madds' attempt at flirting with her, and Nessa rolled her eyes a little. "Well, don't let me get in the way if that's your only complaint..." She said, glancing over at the other woman. "I can share..." The pinkette added with a grin as she slipped out from under Maddox's arm and winked at him, giving his ass a playful smack as she stepped over to Ders.

"Besides, you're my favorite..." Nessa whispered teasingly to Ders when she stopped next to him. The excited look in his eyes made Nessa raise an eyebrow, but before she could inquire into what he was cooking up in the devious mind of his, he commented that he missed her. Nessa's stomach fluttered a little, just like it usually did when she was around the man who'd once saved her. Much to her chagrin. The pink haired Southsider was used to the feelings of lust she had for Madds, but the silly school girl crush she had on Ders was unfamiliar territory.

"I never say no to a shot," Nessa replied when Ders asked her to do one with him, shoving what semblance of feelings she had aside to keep up appearances. She watched him grab two of the four fireballs shots that he'd added onto Vivi's original order and tilted her head to the side a bit when he told her she'd have to pay a price.

"And here I thought I'd be enjoying free booze at this party," Nessa replied, pretending that she minded the cost. Walking over to Ders, the pinkette stopped in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder for support. Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his cheek sweetly, simultaneously taking the shot of fireball from his hand with her free one. Leaving a nice pink lipstick stain behind on Ders' cheek in the wake of her kiss, Nessa took a step back away from him and clinked her glass against his. "Cheers!" She chirped, tossing back the cinnamon liquor.

The burn against the back of her throat was enough to dispel the butterflies for now, and Nessa relaxed a bit. "So... what kind of fun do you have concocted for us tonight Sparky?" She asked Ders, glancing from him to Vivi and Maddox.

Flirty

Dom’s Place

Outfit

_amaranth_ apolla

nine lives

 

[Desert_Blossom]

Maxim Drozdov

Had Max been sober, or at least more sober, he likely would have cut his losses and found another girl to keep him company at the first sign Lily didn't want to talk to him. Though, truth be told, sober Max wasn't quite as outgoing or confident as drunk Max was, so he might have been too intimidated to even try talking to Lily in the first place. Fortunately for him though, he was nearly a bottle of vodka and a few disgusting beers deep, and determined to win over the pretty girl standing alone at the party.

Max frowned a little hearing that Lily believed her friends had ditched her, and he looked around reflexively as if he would be able to locate them for her. "Well, that does not seem very kind. Though... Perhaps I can be your friend until they show up?" He added, glancing back down at Lily with a grin. Though just as quickly as Max thought he was making progress, his joint seemed to send him three steps back, and his grin quickly faded.

The Russian wasn't sure how many strikes he was allowed in baseball, but he was pretty sure he'd used them all at this point. Conceding that he was likely to lose his battle to gain Lily's favor, he put the joint away and prepared to take his leave to bother another girl. He was pleasantly surprised though when Lily offered her name, and then admitted that it wasn't entirely terrible to meet him. Success! At this rate, that was a win in Max's book.

"Coming from you Lily, I will take that as a compliment." The brunette chuckled, deciding it was time for some more drinks and inviting Lily to join him. He laughed when Lily pointed out that he wasn't around here, and he shook his head. "No I am not. How could you tell?" Max teased with a mirthful look in his eyes. "I thought my American accent was really coming along too." He joked, not realizing that Lily had also been talking about him actually being a nice person and not fitting in with the typical Northsiders. "I am from Russia. It's nice, but it doesn't quite feel as housey as here..." He added, meaning to say "homey", but butchering the expression.

Pleased that Lily agreed to join him for another drink, Max smiled and picked up her empty beer bottle, tossing it into a trash bin a few meters away. "Excellent, while we get more to drink, you can tell me about those worse places you mentioned you've been to. Anywhere exciting?" He asked, before realizing that perhaps bringing up places Lily didn't like wasn't the best turn for their conversation. "Or, if you'd prefer, you could tell me about places you would like to go? Have you travelled much?" He asked, his booze soaked brain firing out questions without bothering to string them together in a logical progression. The Russian was curious about the petite woman beside him, and not patient enough to wait for her to offer information about herself. Besides, it didn't seem like she was going to anyways without him prodding a little.

Wrapping an arm around Lily's shoulders, Max led her back towards the house. As they walked, Max noticed Bia and Dom nearby and he whistled at them to get their attention, only to offer them a quick wave and call over, “Bia, I didn’t know you were coming! Catch you guys around later!”

Continuing inside, Max parted the sea of people as he walked to make it easier for Lily to follow. A few excited cheers greeted Max when the table of beer pong players spotted him and he waved over to the group. "Let me know when you are ready to get whooped again!" He called over to them tauntingly, but in good humor.

"Do you play beer pong?" Max asked, glancing down at Lily. Before he could get her answer though, a pair of rough-housers barreled over towards them. Taking a couple steps to spin Lily out of the way, Max did his best to prevent her from getting creamed without falling over himself from the quick movement. "Ostorozhno! Ryvki!" He called after the guys, shoving them away when they ran into him. "Smotri, kuda ty idesh'!" He added, glaring at the drunkards as they scrambled away to make trouble elsewhere.

Had Lily not been right beside him, Max likely would have inserted himself into the rough housing and picked a fight with the idiots who had knocked into him. He didn’t need much excuse to throw a few punches, especially while drinking. However, with his current audience, Max had the wherewithal to let the incident slide, and he did his best to shrug it off.

"Is it so difficult to just get another drink around here?" Max sighed jokingly, glancing down at Lily to make sure she was okay. "What do you want?" He asked, forgetting his previous question about beer pong as he guided them the rest of the way to the bar.

Determined

Porch> Bar

Outfit

MadiRaiCat _amaranth_

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[_amaranth_]

Bianca

MOOD: overwhelmed
LOCATION: Dom's party
OUTFIT: click!
INTERACTIONS: Dominic
MENTIONS:
TAGS: MadiRaiCat

It was safe to say that Bianca was angry. But this time, at this very moment, she was angry with herself. This was not her, not this stressed out, nervous mess. She was considered a local nerd for sure but she was not hitting that stereotype one hundred percent. Her grades might have been on point and her extracurriculars included school newspaper, yearbook and the quiz team but she was not that quiet shy girl who felt out of place everywhere she went. Sure, parties like this one were not exactly her scene but to say she had never attended any would be a lie. So what was wrong with her tonight? Coming here, drinking something strong and fruity, stealing a bottle of pure vodka…who was she? Vivian Cellers?

Moreover, that bottle was not just pure vodka but also pure disgusting. How could people drink it? Jesus, she remembered Max at this point, it was usually his drink of choice. Was this what they drank in Russia? How are those people still alive? The bottle made a loud bang as Bia set it on the railing harder that she actually wanted to and she made a face, wondering what to do to get rid of that gross aftertaste. She should have stuck with something she knew. But what did she know? Orange juice for breakfast and a vanilla milkshake she always ordered to go? Well, way to go, Bia, you are certainly making this all work for you.

And then there was Dominic. Not that he was her first real crush or what, right? Ugh, she could still remember the moment in the closet. Seven minutes which lasted forever. Or was it just Bia who felt it that way? Possibly. What else would Dominic Deveraux want to do with her? At the end of the night, it was Ronnie he was taking home. So maybe he liked the looks but was definitely into more frivolous natures. Yet Bianca could still feel his lips on hers, soft grip of his arm around her waist as he was pulling her closer to him, the taste of his tongue in her mouth…OKAY, WOULD YOU STOP? There, in that moment, her question slipped out. One that was not meant to be uttered out loud and yet it happened.

You can imagine the shock when a familiar voice snaked around her ears, almost a caramel-like tone causing her flinch. Bia jerked up from her thoughts and her hand flew uncontrollably, hitting the bottle of vodka on the railing. The said bottle fell off, plummeting down to meet its end in the darkness. “Oh, Christ…sorry…” Bia mumbled and looked up to see the devil himself. “I, umm…” she started but apparently, her English decided to take a break, allowing Dominic to continue as that grin graced his features. “Help? Um…I don’t think…you don’t have to.” she mumbled and now regretted losing that vodka. Now she would need some despite that horrendous taste. “I just…it all still reminds me of Ronnie, you know. This was more her scene than mine.” she lied but thinking about it, she herself had no idea why she was being so weird about all of this. “I just miss her, that’s it.” Forcing a smile, she looked at Dominic, realizing for the first time how blue his eyes were. Damn…

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[_amaranth_]

Maddox

MOOD: mischievous
LOCATION: Dom's party
OUTFIT: click!
INTERACTIONS: Nessa, Vivi, Anders
TAGS: Desert_Blossom apolla

Maddox really enjoyed his time with Nessa. Not just tonight but in general. They clicked nicely and not just in bed. She was definitely fun to be around, always had the right line and made MJ laugh. She was a real friend and not just a warm body to cuddle with in the sheets. After she declared her first royal decree, Maddox bowed mockingly in front of her. “Your wish is my command, Your Royal Highness. After you.” he spoke in the most serious tone he could muster and followed his pink-haired friend inside, straight to the bar. It was when he noticed that girl leaving Ders’ side, one that was sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd of modestly dressed girls. Who the fuck wears a sweater to a party? But in the end, Nessa was right. If Ders decided to have a taste of a bookworm, it was his loss. Southside offered many girls and Maddox would argue forever that those were way juicier than all those little trust fund daughters.

In the end, the couple approached a little group around Ders, greeting everyone. “Hello, gorgeous.” MJ returned Ders’ warm welcome, adding a fake British accent to it. MJ also didn’t fail to notice how Dominic rolled his eyes over him butchering his last name. Apparently, he got it wrong. Oh, what a pity. He would try next time. “I’m sure Anders sells a lot of fun but definitely does not have the kind I’m looking for right now.” MJ smirked, scanning Vivi’s body thoroughly, head to toes, greeting her right after. Her snappy answer made him laugh and Madds just shook his head over that as the redhead went to order a shot of fireball.

Nessa got from under his arm, approaching Ders and Madds smirked, Meanwhile Dominic left their little group and Vivi stayed alone among the Southsiders. Maddox could bet she was excited. He was already finishing his drink when those fireballs landed in front of them and he immediately reached for one. This guy was not one to shy away from any drink and since this was a fancy party with free booze, he would be an idiot if he didn’t drink. The liquor burned his throat but Maddox didn’t even blink as he knocked it back, waving at the bartender to bring one more round.

“So, now that my arms are empty. Will you tell me how you’re really doing or are you going to keep that snappy bitch demeanor up forever?” Madds smirked, leaning against the counter to face Vivi. The girl looked like she could use a bit more fun and Maddox was here to provide. He liked them snarky, they were the most fun. In his book, if they brought half of that snarkiness to bed, he was going to be a very happy camper. Not that MJ was not aware who was standing in front of him. Everyone knew Victor and everyone knew Victor’s sister. But it didn’t mean Madds was not gonna try and cheer her up a bit. In his very own way.

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