Realistic or Modern Rosemary Beach (Main)

[Not Meat]

Alessa Bardot

The news had come as a shock to Alessa. Within her first week of being in the new dance studio with a new partner, her partner was found dead. Alessa hadn't gotten too close to the man. He had been her partner for only a short while and they had spent most of their time together dancing. She knew that he was a kind man with a kind heart and a delicate way of dancing. Truly he had been the perfect partner for her to dance with. He was gentle with her soft frame and didn't try any radical acts without practicing and consent. It was a true shame that such a graceful dancer had been lost to the hands of someone else. his funeral would definitely be a sad one for Alessa. Despite not knowing him well Alessa knew that finding a male dance partner that was as genuinely kind as he was a hard thing to do. male dancers in general could be hard to come by. The company pulled the dance and decided to throw Alessa into a different role. She was fine with this, of course. Things happened all of the time. It was part of her job to be adaptive and to flow with whatever decisions were made. She was an outlet for beauty and grace this never really changed. It didn't come as a shock, however, when in the middle of rehearsal she was paged down to the lobby to meet with a detective. Alessa was, after all, one of the last people to see Cameron. Alessa didn't bother to change before heading off to the lobby. This interview shouldn't take too long. She could still squeeze in a little more time practicing in costume and getting used to the flow of the dress that she was expected to wear.

The powder blue dress billowed and flowed behind her as she paced through the empty halls of the dance studio. Anxiety bubbled up through her as she walked gracefully toward the detective. His back was turned to her but she watched as he turned around as she approached him. Alessa, of course, was still in a ballet mind as she greeted him. She started to bow but stopped herself before she made a fool of herself. "Hello detective. Welcome to the studio." She greeted him kindly, her voice soft. Of course the anxiety that bubbled in her throat made her gentle introduction quiver slightly. She could feel herself shaking. Alessa had never once been in trouble with the law. She had always been straight edge and shied away from doing anything that could get her in trouble. The most rebellious things she had ever done was get piercings, tattoos, and dye her hair. All things that could be easily covered up and removed if she needed to. "I don't mind, detective. Why don't we go into a room so we can talk in private?" Alessa beckoned for the detective to follow her. Really she just wanted to sit down to hide the fact that her legs were shaking. The panic that she felt completely overrode anything else in her mind. If Alessa was more calm she might have taken an extra moment to look over the detective and think about how handsome she thought he was. Unfortunately, though, that was not the case and Alessa was panicking inside.

Gracefully, Alessa led the detective to a break room and offered him a seat. "Before we get into anything, would you like a drink?" Alessa grabbed herself a glass of water and poured the detective one anyway. She wasn't sure how many questions he would have for her or how long she would really be there with him. Perhaps she should have changed from her outfit. Alessa placed the glass on the coffee table in front of them and sat across from the detective. "I honestly don't have much to say. Cameron and I were rehearsing our duet. We received the costumes a few days ago and the skirt of my dress was longer that we expected so we wanted to work on a couple maneuvers that we worried may be a little difficult to do with such a skirt. I think we danced for five or six hours and then went our separate ways. Cameron mentioned that he was going to stop by somewhere before he went home but I wasn't paying too much attention, honestly. After we were done I just went home to my cat. I apologize that I don't have much more information for you, sir." The whole time that Alessa spoke she was shaking and fiddling with her skirt. There was no doubt in her mind that she was nervous. maybe it was because he was an authority figure. Or perhaps it was because once she sat down and actually looked at the detective she noticed how... attractive he was. How beautiful his soft eyes were.

~Cont. on disc~

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Scheming

OUTFIT: Open for business

LOCATION: Vineyard

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 Richard fieldofclover

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Gwen Alcott

I love money, I love bags
I love cars, turbo stacked
I want Louis Double V
I want Prada for my feet

"Okay, Richard," Gwen put on an exaggerated little pout when the cool and collected older man rebuffed her playful attempts at giving him a cute nickname. Slightly vexed that her best efforts to flirt seemingly had no affect on him, but perhaps he was just more the stoic type. That suited Gwen just fine, as she always appreciated a challenge.

"A woman like me? What do you mean?" She giggled flirtatiously. The brunette ran a hand through her flowing chocolate locks, preening as if expecting a compliment to follow.

"Oh, you know how it is. I come to these events sometimes, when I can." Lie. She attended damn near every event that offered the promise of wealthy men to choose from, or at least some free booze. "Although, I'm surprised I haven't seen you around before."

"This one is getting a little dull, though," Gwen remarked, bright blue eyes glancing around the refined crowd full of classy rich folks.

"Got plans after this? I wouldn't mind getting out of here." She flashed a devilish grin before raising the flute to her lips, knocking back the last of her champagne.

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Ugh

OUTFIT: Cleaned up nicely

LOCATION: Vineyard

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Danielle Not Meat

Quentin fieldofclover

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Alexei Milyukov

Chin up and we'll drown a little slower

Alexei rolled his eyes like a petulant child. Quentin's calm, reprimanding voice telling him to back off only added to his fury. He wanted to deck the guy right in his stupid face, but managed to fight the urge, as he knew violence wouldn't score him any points with Danielle right now.

Quentin had stepped between him and Dani, as if she needed protecting in this moment…from him. And it made Alexei even more livid, he was positively seething. He was Dani's man, he was supposed to be her protector, not this chump.

And when Alexei caught his ex-girlfriend gazing at her new beau with adoration, it was like a knife in his heart. It wasn't all that long ago when her lovely russet-colored eyes used to look at him that way. Now they were filled with nothing but animosity for him.

"Dude…" Alexei just shook his head exasperatedly. "Get fucked," He stated simply, words dripping with venom as he dismissed the other man, looking right past him to address Dani. "So that's it? You're not even gonna talk to me?"

"How long has this…" Alexei motioned with his pointer finger between her and Quentin. "Been going on? So what, you were thinking about him when you were in my bed last night?" He questioned her bitterly.

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Drunk/Giggly

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: Country Club

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Qwertycakes

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TL;DR Jo's feeling petty.

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josephine kingston

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched

"No, no, no!" Jo shook her head wildly. "He's just....he said he liked me, and then I caught him making out with someone else at the fair like a total hussy. And now he's trying to hit these muffins again, and I don't like him anymore so I thought that showing I was with a super hunky guy would make him back off." She slurred through her words, her inebriated state and sheltered upbrigning combining to form several.....unique choices of phrasing.

While Nick left Jo be, she had decided to make a couple of rounds about the room, snagging whatever alcoholic concoction she could get her hands on. As she did, her movements quickly became clumsy and sluggish, her words slightly more incomprehensible. Once Nick had returned, her face immediately lit up and she walked over to greet him. However as she did, her heel had caught in a tile leading her to stumble forward straight into Nick's arms. "Nick!" She squealed out happily, wrapping her arms around his neck to "steady herself" "You're here!? YAY!"

She let go of the big haired fellow a few minutes later, only wrapping one arm around him to steady herself. "Hey Niiiiiiick?" She whispered into his ear. "Don't wanna go home tonight. Can I stay over pleaaaase?" She pleaded, standing on her tiptoes to gaze at him with her biggest puppy dog eyes.

"Thank youuuu" Jo replied to his affirmative with an almost singsony melody as she clung onto Nick's arm and gently tuggled(read: she yanked the thing so hard it's a miracle it didn't pop off) on it to lead them outside, in hopes of beginning the journey towards his place.

Before they could even move past the parking lot however, in an act of drunken impulse and desire, Jo reached up to gently cup Nick's face in her hands and pull him in for a kiss. As she pulled away, noticing Nick's dumbfounded face, she burst into a fit of giggles. "That's my thank you kiss. I'll give you more when we get home, okay?"

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Ecstatic

OUTFIT: Slightly less dirty hippy

LOCATION: Café

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Calla travelbypages

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Nico Tiwari

Killing someone's vibe should be a fucking crime

Nico broke into a cackle when Calla declared how mean he was for making her think he'd almost died of 5,000 volts, and gave his shoulder a light smack. "Okay, okaaay, I'm sorrryyy," He laughed, interrupting her playful glare to pull her into a hug, covering her face and neck in kisses until she giggled.

Inside the vineyard, the wine was flowing, and the pair quickly went to town drinking. Everywhere you looked, there was a booth or table or waiter passing out a different kind of wine or champagne, and the two happily conspired to try every single one of them. An impossible feat, lest they end up on the floor with alcohol poisoning. Calla and Nico certainly weren't using the provided spit buckets to daintily sip their wine, give it a good swish, then spit it out like the classy folks who were there to actually taste the wine. The duo downed each glass gladly, gradually getting more tipsy with each one.

"What do these events entail? No clue," Nico laughed. "Drinking wine, talking about rich people stuff," He shrugged, pausing to clink their glasses of champagne before taking a small sip. "Oh damn, that's actually really gooood," His eyes widened, looking over the flute of bubbly before downing the rest of it.

Once they were good and drunk, they retired back to Nico's van on the deserted back street. He plopped into the driver's seat with a grin at Calla. Quietly taking in how gorgeous she looked with a slight flush to her cheeks from the wine, and what a great time he had with her. Expecting a question when she spoke his name, but instead the blonde wordlessly climbed into his lap to kiss him.

Nico chuckled when she accidently hit the horn, reaching for the lever that would push his seat all the way back to a full recline to give her more room to straddle his lap comfortably. She could no doubt feel how excited he was as he kissed her back eagerly, running his hands over hips and behind. He kissed her lips deeply before traveling down her face, sprinkling her smooth neck with kisses.

"Oops," Tugging gently on ner white tube top until he'd pulled it down enough to free her bare chest from the garment. He gazed up at her to admire how she looked, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down against him with a laugh so no passers-by would see Calla in her half-dressed state. Meeting her bright, sky blue gaze, her lips were mere inches from his once again and the two fell into another passionate kiss.

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Drunk but still awkward

OUTFIT: Nerd boy chic

LOCATION: Vineyard

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Sara tamarapasek

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Finnley Sixsmith

We will never belong
Let's never go home now

Finn tried not to look around the ladies' bathroom, though it thankfully seemed to be empty, save for the one lady he was hoping to see. Yet she was angry and and yelling him, clutching her makeup bag. "I-I'm sorry," Finn mumbled sheepishly as she delivered a light punch to his shoulder. Clearly confused as to what he'd done to upset her.

"You look really pretty though," The words fell out of his mouth before he even realized it. From behind his glasses, grey eyes quietly appreciating how she looked with her sexy tousled hair, bedroom lashes, and cherry painted lips. Though she really didn't need it, of course. Sara's completely bare, fresh face was still the most beautiful he'd ever laid eyes on, and he was quite sure nothing would ever change that.

Finn almost spoke up to remind her that she'd missed a button on her shirt, but was momentarily distracted by how much it revealed, blushing at the glimpse of her bra he just caught. He quickly looked away, having already stared for far too long. And decided to stay quiet about the button; she seemed pissed enough with him already.

Finn had been so distracted by all this, he nearly missed everything she just said. The only thing he really caught was Sara asking for a kiss. A kiss, she wanted to KISS. The way her big, sapphire eyes stared up at him hopefully. He knew Sara well enough to know with absolute certaintly that this was not a joke, that she meant it, and she was timidly handing her heart over to him.

Unfortunately, Finn was far too overwhelmed. Suddenly, being drunk was an awful thing, he couldn't make proper sense of his thoughts and Sara's words had a dizzying effect. It felt like a thousand pounds of pressure bearing down on him.

"I–" He began to speak, but before he knew what was happening, his feet were starting to pivot him around to flee.

"I gotta go meet up with my parents," He mumbled lamely, shouting some vague promise to call later over his shoulder as he left his dearest best friend standing alone in the lavatory. He couldn't look back, his face was burning with shame and embarrassment.

Making a hasty retreat to the men's room to quietly panic by himself. Where he'd remain hiding while he calmed down until he could sneak out and catch a ride with his parents. Or hopefully Adelaide, to avoid all the prying questions from them on his drunken condition and trembling, panicked state.

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[Not Meat]

Danielle Moulin

Danielle could see the anger and hurt in Alexei's eyes. She could feel the hate he projected toward Quentin. Honestly Danielle could understand his hate. She had felt the same just moments ago for the girl that she had seen with Alexei earlier. The biggest difference between her jealousy and Alexeis was that Danielle would never get into the other girls face or grab Alexei to try and get his attention. It was hard to keep eye contact with him. She didn't want to see the pain that Alexei was going through because of her. Honestly she wished that he would have stayed with that other girl. Moved on from her and found someone better that wouldn't hurt her the way she did. Danielle kept her eyes on Quentin. He stood his ground between them firm even though Alexei was glaring daggers through him. Even though Dani knew that Alexei wouldn't do anything to hurt her it was still comforting to know that he was there in front of her protecting her.
The hurt in Alexei's voice caught her a little off guard, though. Even though Danielle was feeling that same pain and she had drank until she couldn't feel her fingertips anymore she would never show that pain or hurt to Alexei. What was the point? Their relationship was over and there was nothing they could really do to fix this mess. Danielle didn't want to be in a relationship at all. She wanted to have fun and make mistakes. Even though Alexei begged her to go back and promised that they didn't have to get married it didn't change her mind. The amount of times that they had tried to compromise about getting married and moving forward with their life Alexei always went back on his promise and tried to push her to move forward. Hell even the last week that they spent together was only supposed to be careless fun and nothing serious. Yet once again he sprung a relationship on her and tried to get her to go on dates and other relationship type things. Why did he always make breaking up with him so difficult?

"Alexei." Danielle stepped around Quentin so she could see him better. So she could meet his eyes and not have to look around Quentins shoulder. "I just want us to move on. This isn't good for either of us. I mean look at this. Look at this pain. We hurt each other Alexei. You deserve better and I deserve better than this. Quentin and I..." She trailed off and looked up and Quentin. He was quiet but she could tell that he was ready to move ahead of her at any moment. Danielle didn't want a relationship and eh knew that he wasn't looking but this kindness was making her wonder if, in the future, there could be something there. "Quentin and I are just friends. We literally met today. He's going through something and I'm going through something so we figured it would be better to go through it together instead of alone." Danielle took another cautious step toward Alexei and gently placed a kiss on his cheek before stepping back to stand slightly behind Quentin again. "I loved you Alexei. It's time to let go."

Danielle grabbed Quentins arm and lead him away from Alexei. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called them a taxi. It was time for them to go somewhere else.

Mentions: Qwertycakes fieldofclover ​

 

[travelbypages]

Burning Woman

The one music festival that Rosemary Beach holds every year is finally here! Remember to be kind, be safe, and drink water. Enjoy all the amenities that the festival has, including vendors from all over the world, music, and people. Day passes visitors, please enter at the west gate for your wristbands, weekend campers, please enter at the east gate.

And please, enjoy yourselves!​

 

[travelbypages]

Calla Carleton

Today was Burning Woman started, and Calla couldn't be more excited. Since the spicy night in Nico's van, the girl had practically been inseparable from him besides from the day she went apartment hunting. She had found a quaint little cottage by the beach that an older lady was planning to either rent or turn into an Airbnb, and it was perfect for Calla. With lots of natural sunlight, the girl had no issues getting ready for the festival's first day while simultaneously packing for the overnight portion. Nico had invited her to camp in his van, and she couldn't think of anything more fun than spending time with the guy she was developing slight feelings for.
When she heard the familiar rumble of the old van outside her house, she quickly scooped up her bags and bounded down the deck's steps. She was practically skipping to his vehicle. Opening the side door, she quickly shoved the little bits of luggage into the back before climbing into the passenger seat beside him, "hi!" She said with a bright smile on her face. Before he started up the van, she leaned over and pressed a few kisses all over his face.
When the girl was sure he got enough lovin from her, she sat back in the seat and buckled her seat belt. The whole ride out to the location had her giddy, tapping her toes on the floor and her fingers on her knees. She knew some of the bands playing at the festival and was excited to dance and sing along with the music. She had attended a few music festivals in Spain, but they were usually small one-day events. This one was supposedly one of the biggest festivals in America, so she had yet to learn what the event entailed.
As they got closer to the location, she could already hear the rumbling from the main stage and the dust that everyone's shoes were kicking up. It was still light out, so there were no fancy lights as she had seen on the internet, but she was still excited for later that night when everything would be lit up. It didn't take long for Nico to find a sufficient enough spot to park the van for the weekend, and the girl couldn't stop looking around at all the fabulous outfits from their neighbors, "wow, they all look so cool!" She exclaimed and hopped out of the van, only glancing in the side mirror to ensure her makeup was still perfect, "so what do we do first?!" She asked Nico when he wandered over to her.

Mentions: Nico - Qwertycakes
Outfit​

 

[travelbypages]

Oceanna Wolff and Sienna Haven

"Sie! Where the fuck is my black bralette." Oceanna said, rounding the corner to Sienna's room with a glare leveled on Sienna, who was packing her bags for the festival. The girls were both very excited to go to this music festival because it seemed like the only thing in the town that would bring entertainment to them. So far, there were no murderers, but where was the excitement in not being in danger? Everything seemed quiet enough with Oceanna starting her new job at a local bar and Sie tattooing everyone she can.
"I didn't fucking take it." The blonde said with a huff and zipped up her bag. Of course, Claire was running late, she had asked the girl to be at her apartment by 5 so they could get there early and find a good spot to pitch the tent. Sienna was trying her best to rekindle whatever she and her sister had before the incident. Sie still couldn't understand how Claire could trust their father after everything she went through because of him. Sure, the family had hella money but that didn't justify love or a familial relationship. That shit irked Sienna like nothing else. Her sister obviously was just a snakey bitch, but she was still her sister, which was why Sienna was trying.
Sienna watched as Oce went back to her room which was scattered in clothes, hearing Oce call out, "When's the bitch getting here? I wanna get a good spot out of the mud." She said with a whine and Sienna rolled her eyes, "That's still my sister you know." And almost like Claire sensed they were talking about her, there was a knock at the door.
After getting the car all packed up, the trio was off to the festival. The directions to it were a little confusing, but they managed. The spot, because of Claire's tardiness, wasn't the best but it would get them through the weekend. Sie and Oce began to work on setting up the rather small tent, and frustration washed over Sienna, "fuck I didn't know it was going to be this small." She said when they were finished and narrowed her eyes some. Amazon said the tent would fit four people. What kind of four people would fit in this thing? Oompa Loompas? Either way, it was all they had. So, the girls set up their sleeping bags with Oce's in the middle of the sisters in case there was a fight at some point over the weekend, and then off Oce went, "I'll be back with drugs if you want." She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows at Sienna.
All Sienna could do was roll her eyes and look over to Claire, "Don't wander off. And if you do please text me. I don't need you passing out in a bush somewhere and Dad having more fuel to blame me for something." With that, she linked her arm through Claire's and made their way to the main stage where Harlow Copeland's crew was setting up for the stars set.

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Oce's Outfit Sie's Outfit​

 

[Syrok18]

Logan Josiah Reed

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Paris

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@travelbypages @travelbypages

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hopeful

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Burning Woman

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As Logan was reeling from recent events, he had left Sky high and dry in Paris all because he couldn't stop thinking and feeling that he should be in Paris with his client. While he was conflicted, he ultimately decided to return home to see what he and Paris could become. They had left on a bad note, so he wasn't sure what Paris he'd get, but they eventually made up after going back and forth. As far as Burning Woman is concerned, he even said he would attend. He wasn't really a festival kind of guy, but he was becoming more of a Paris kind of guy, so he drove to the festival, even though he doesn't like festivals very much. Since Paris told him that he would be setting up her camper, he took out his phone to find out exactly where she was and what she was wearing when he pulled out his phone.

When he finally saw her his heart started beating a little faster. She was his client but after expressing that they had feeling for each other it felt so different. Her smile, her eyes, hell everything about her had been amplified just but the sheer thought of possible being with her.

He walked up behind her and whispered “I miss you” he could have thought of something more smooth, but Logan was straight forward as could be. When he finally saw the girl he had been waiting for, he pulled out the flask and smiled at her.

❝

“Here for a good time not a long time”

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Playing it cool

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: Burning Woman

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sara alcott

That an object can be moved, changed, or affected
Without being touched
Without physically being touched

Despite the nagging voice in her head that insisted on avoiding Finn like the plague, Sara still found herself waiting impatiently for him to show up as she stood by the East entrance, praying that he would finally show up with the tickets. It had been weeks since her failed seduction attempt when Finn had reached out to her and asked if they were still on for Burning Woman, as in the midst of all the hubbub, Sara had completely forgotten that she'd already promised him she would be his plus one to the festival.

Even though she so badly wanted to cancel all plans and continue to avoid all contact with Finn, she knew deep down that wasn't a viable option. If they couldn't be normal friends now, then when could they ever be? The last thing she wanted was to let her idiotic pride and crushed heart be the reason she lost her best friend. It was already a huge deal that Finn would even initiate an interaction after such an awkward encounter, there was no way in hell she'd squander this opportunity.

Noticing the bespectacled blonde approaching, she waved at him, attempting to get his attention. Once she was sure he wouldn't get a heart attack, a wicked grin spread across her face as she sprinted over to glomp him in a hug as she'd done many times before. "FIIIIIIINN!" She squealed, hugging him tightly. "Thanks for the invite, seriously, I owe you big time. I can't believe I finally get to go to this shit and not have to hit on old guys for tips."

As they finally gained entryway to the festival, Sara grabbed Finn's arm to gently tug him towards the campgrounds. It was absolutely imperative that they get the Herculean task that awaited them underway before going to the festival, as this definitely wasn't something that ought be attempted by two people with no experience in total darkness. Despite the fact that they'd been fortunate enough to get tickets, there was just one tiny catch. All they'd been able to get their hands on were a tent and several sleeping bags. This still would've been fine, if it wasn't for the fact that neither she nor Finn had ever been camping in their entire lives, or was even remotely aware of what it would entail to set up a tent.

They approached the designated campgrounds and Sara let out a long dramatic sigh. As Finn handed her the pack that contained the tent and all necessary assembly tools, she took a deep breath, resisting the urge to panic. This was fine. Everything was fine. Experiments were what she lived for, weren't they? Sure they usually weren't physically demanding activities done in a skimpy crop top and short-shorts, and her living conditions weren't usually as risk, but that's what made it fun. All she had to do was frame it like some sort of science experiment, and work from there.

"You got any idea what to do?" She peered over at her "lab partner" for answers, peeling the tape off the package. She emptied the contents, placing the various components on the ground to survey. "Okay....so I think we put the groundcloth down first? And we just kinda stick the poles, wherever?"

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[travelbypages]

Paris Goulding

Paris was happy that she and Logan were no longer fighting. Though she felt only a little hesitant with him, she didn’t want to get hurt like that again. Sure, he ditched Sky in Paris, and Sky kind of deserved it, there was something deep down that made her weary. But she would do her best to look past those feelings this weekend with him as both spending time with him and the hype of the music festival had energy radiating through her body.
The two had agreed to meet at the festival so that Paris could finish up whatever she needed to do in The city before heading out. Eventually the girl arrived to the camping spots and began to set Up her little camper. It was probably the smallest thing ever, but she only used it for festivals and like, maybe a quiet camping trip with friends every now and then. So she didn’t use it often, making the size perfect. Plus it was all her SUV could pull.
When the bathroom was all hooked up and the bed was made, Paris sad down and finally began to do her makeup and hair (see gif at top). It took forever, but she got it down before the music started and Logan showed up. The girl had just hopped out of the camper and locked the door when she heard someone come up behind her, making her jump a little. Turning to face him a smile touched her lips, her heart picking up speed when she saw Logan, “hey.” She said, her tone a little nervous.
“Oh yum, that to share or do I still have to go find my own.” Paris teased, finally relaxing a bit. Stepping close to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, “so do you like our little hideaway?” She asked, tilting her head toward the camper. If it were her choice they would hop in and never leave, but she was too excited for some of the artists to make that an option, “it’s small but the beds comfy.” She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows before sneaking the flask away from his hand, taking a quick sip from it, “so.” She said, twisting the cap closed, “what would you like to do firSt? Check out he vendors? Grab food? Beer tent?” She asked, cuddling right up to him.

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Spoiler: Outfit

Spoiler: camper

 

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  Owen had just rolled out of bed at the ripe hour of noon, eager to trip out on LSD and get a little dirty at Burning Woman. Isn't that what people did at these kinds of things? He had never experienced a festival like this firsthand before. As he pondered the intricacies of a music festival, he padded his bare feet over to his bathroom, getting in the shower. The perfect outfit sat on his dresser, folded neatly and awaiting his arrival. The warm water trickled down his bare skin as he closed his eyes, thinking back to the previous night's shenanigans. He had gone over to a random Tinder match's apartment and gotten down and dirty with her, only getting back to his place as the sun was coming up. Owen had immediately crashed following the exhaustion brought on by his latest sexscapade, sleeping through his alarm without any regards for time management.
  
  After hopping out of the shower, he quickly toweled off and slipped into his festival outfit. His fitted black tank top and loose white pants were perfect for the occasion - comfortable, yet stylish. It was exactly how he liked to live life. Owen had agreed to meet up with his strictly platonic friend Scarlett at Burning Woman, so his plans for the day were boring. It sucked not having someone to suck him, you know? But that didn't matter. He'd surely be getting high and getting some from some girl at the festival. Owen smirked at himself through his mirror as he slicked back his hair, throwing on some aftershave and cologne. He was one handsome son of a bitch. He always was, and always would be. He took the utmost pride in his looks, after all.
  
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Logan Josiah Reed

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For him, she was worth every bit of awkwardness that he had to deal with during this festival. It didn't matter what else was going on when she wrapped her arms around him. In his astonishment, he looked at the camper, which was a small one that was decorated in a very Paris style. Then she said something about this being their hideaway... he would love that he would love nothing more than to be with Paris this whole time in their own world doing their own thing... but he knew she loved this festival and was very excited about it. It does seem like the bed is very comfortable, so we could test it later on" he mused with a grin on his face. It was exciting for him to get to the part of their make-up routine that he had been looking forward to.

When she took the flask from him, he smiled at her, as he had never felt so free and comfortable with someone else.


“Uhh I wouldn’t mind food right now kinda hungry” Logan looked at the vast scene he saw in front of him.

They walked to the area where the food was at, and he saw some pizza and decided right now would be his cheat meal. “Don’t judge me. What happens at burning woman stays at burning woman” he said chewing a big bite he took. “Now, be my tour guide around this place babe” he slipped the nickname in there to see if she would react. Logan had a button-up shirt on but all the buttons where unbutton because he wanted to feel as free as possible at this place these next couple of days with Paris. He took another sip of the flask hoping it would calm his nerves.

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Daniel Charter

Daniel's blood was boiling. He hated Owen Manning with everything he had in him. And that was rare, and you'd have to be a particular son of a bitch for Daniel to hate you. Pacing Emily's apartment, he couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth as she read him the texts from her ex. He always disliked Owen for how he treated Emily, but this was Owen's all-time low. "I'm gonna fucking kill him," Daniel said, resisting every urge to break something. He didn't get angry like this. He felt terrible for feeling like this.
"No, Daniel, just leave it. He has his choice." Emily chimed in. He hated how defeated she looked, all pale from being ill. She looked like she even lost some weight. Shaking his head, "Maybe my fist to his face will make him smarten the fuck up." Daniel left the girl's apartment and got in his car. He quickly told Ava that he would be late picking her up, but now he was on his way to pick her up. He did need someone to diffuse the situation, maybe if it got worse.
A part of him calmed down when he saw her, but his knuckles were still white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. When they eventually got to Owen's house, he thought about what he would do. Punch and then leave? Prepare for a fight? He didn't know. But either way, he knew that Owen would hopefully have one less tooth. "I'll be right back." He said, leaning over to kiss Ava's cheek before getting out of the car and going up to the house.
Daniel took a breather to try to talk, but after he knocked and Owen opened the door, his fist instantly connected with the man's face. He felt his hand instantly begin to swell but he didn't care about that, "fucking come near my sister again, and you'll be getting worse than a broken nose." Daniel said angrily and walked away, shaking his hand until he returned to the car, "that fucking hurt." He said, looking down at his bruised hand. "Anyway, are you ready to head to the festival?" He asked Ava, doing his best not to show he was hurt as he didn't wanna ruin the festival for her.

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Paris Goulding

Paris smiled at his comment about the bed, tilting her head, "Sounds like a plan." When the man confirmed he wanted food, she nodded and slipped on her sunglasses, taking his hand as they made their way toward where all the food trucks resided. The girl spent her time contemplating what she wanted to eat while he ordered himself some pizza and make a comment not to judge him, "Oh, don't worry about that, we'll work that off later." She said with a smirk and made her way over to a snack stand. She wasn't much hungry yet but a small bag of chips would do.
Snack on the food, she waited for Logan to be done, nodding her head along to the music that the main stage was playing while the next artist was setting up. She just wanted to get a proper drink in her. That's what she normally did when she came to these festivals. So, when he finished his pizza she dragged him over to the drink stand and ordered herself a wine cooler, letting him get whatever he wanted. Being the lightweight that she was, it didn't take much for her to start feeling the alcohol as she danced along to the music. She couldn't wait to see the first singer.
Paris was totally enjoying the vibes that the festival was bringing already, with the people dancing and already popping drugs and drinking. "Body Say" by Demi Lovato was playing over the loud speakers and Paris danced closely to Logan, singing along to the music. "So!" She said leaning into him, she wanted to say something petty now that the alcohol was hitting her but she decided against it and stood on her toes to press her lips to his.

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[fieldofclover]

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Owen couldn't quite believe what had just happened. He had never had a problem with Daniel before today. What changed? Owen wasn't in the wrong here - all he had done was open his front door, and there Daniel was, beating the shit out of him. He could sue for assault if he really wanted to. But he wasn't sue-happy like some people in this town. Fucking come near my sister again, and you'll be getting worse than a broken nose. Daniel was seething as if he were a rabid attack dog. It was kind of funny, even through the pain that coursed through his face. He knew that he was lucky to only have a bloody nose and a black eye - Daniel wasn't that good of a fighter. Owen had gotten tangled up with foes who could really pack a punch before, and Daniel didn't even come close to being one of the weakest. He wiped the thick red substance trickling out from his nose, blinking in disbelief. Did this really just happen?

He watched as Daniel stormed away in a fit of rage. If Owen had been feeling a little braver, he might have taunted the guy with a "Kick my trash can over, will ya?" But he didn't have the time to. Scarlett was waiting. So Owen grabbed his car keys and headed out the door, making his way out to his sleek Cadillac. He didn't lash out in anger as he drove over to Scarlett's place, parking out front. Their friendship was certainly unusual. Owen rarely befriended women without the hopes of sleeping with them. But Scarlett apparently liked him for who he was, even though he knew that he was a huge asshole. Wasn't it obvious to her too? Oh well. She'd inevitably get sick of his shit too and kick him to the curb. It wouldn't surprise him - in fact, he was betting on it.

Owen strolled up to her door, actually knocking this time instead of just barging on in like he could have. He was going to try to tone down his jerkiness, at least for the time being. Maybe if he did that, then she'd take pity on him and help clean his wounds. Being nice might pay off that way. Women still had traditional nursing skills under their collective belt, did they not? Owen sure hoped so - he was a traditionalist in the worst possible way. And the saddest part about that was that he truly believed in that backward way of thinking. His nose wouldn't stop bleeding - it was getting all over the place. Where the hell was Scarlett?

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Tw: Abuse of substances

Gretchen felt pathetic. It had been weeks since her depressing reunion with Genevieve. She never thought Gen would’ve ever done something as low as using her to get off and then tossing her to the side like all those years meant nothing to her but, really she had only herself to blame. She was the one who fucked up and now she was paying for it, quite literally. She couldn’t tell you the amount she spent each night on trying to fill the void the Genevieve Johannes had left. She’d tried everything, booze, pills. She even tried picking up painting again. Nothing worked, until a close friend ripped her out of bed and forced her to go out.

At first, Greta was miserable. All she wanted to do was go home and rot in her bed. None of the dancers really caught her eye. They were all boring, acting all sweet when all they really wanted was Gretchen’s cash. After her fifth drink, she had just about enough of the smell of sweat and the thick layer of smoke that hung around the atmosphere of the club. So, the blonde went to leave. She had her coat in one hand and, basically, one foot out the door but she stopped when a new girl she’d never seen before came on stage. The blonde glided across the stage gracefully with practiced poise that none of the other dancers before her had. The girl had Greta rooted in her spot until the end of her routine.

Gretchen turned to the waitress at the bar, “I’d like a private dance from that girl who was just on stage.”
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The club had become a regular occurrence for Greta. Most days, she couldn’t wait to get home from a long day at work and head over to the club. The blonde, who’s name she didn’t even know, was just about the only thing that made Gretchen feel even a little bit alive. She hadn’t felt like that in a long time. The feelings both confused and excited her at the same time.

Tonight was different. Sure, she still wanted her dance but really she just wanted to talk. She was finally going to ask her for her name. Greta found herself being led to one of the VIP rooms. She’d bought two hour session and brought plenty tips, she’d always been a generous tipper. She knew the dancers did this for a living so she’d helped in anyway she could. It wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it. She’d been getting more and more campaigns lately, which meant she was awfully busy but she always found time in her busy schedule to wind down at the Vixen.

Gretchen sat down in the booth while one of the servers placed a tray down with various chocolate covered fruits in front of her. Gretchen couldn’t resist picking up a strawberry. Strawberries had always been her favorite. Her teeth sank into the thick chocolate coating and juicy fruit while she waited for beautiful dancer.

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Amelia was sweating through her blouse and even though she had her hair tightly pulled back and away from her neck, it was still sweating bullets. Not the mention the fact that her pencil skirt rode up every time she took a step. It was a good thing she’d had been sitting down for the majority of this meeting. The clinking of a silverware meeting porcelain had her edge. The champagne definitely helped but, she tried not to over indulge. This meeting was important, and she was would be damned if she fucked up by getting a little too tipsy.

Still, the bubbly had a way of sneaking up on you and Amelia was definitely feeling a little lighter than usual, which was probably why it was hard to keep her eyes off of Mr. Haven. His smile lit up the room and he oozed charisma. He knew exactly what to say, what to do. Amelia was in awe of him, and she could only dream of being as half as good as he was at this job. The blonde picked up the glass and took a small sip of the gold liquid. Things seemed to be going well, in her eyes. The conversation was smooth and it flowed naturally. Amelia chimed in every once in a while when the conversation permitted but mostly she left the talking to Gabriel.

“Well! Mr. Haven, it was so nice to meet you and your assistant, Amanda.” Amelia inwardly cringed at the name Amanda but she kept her mouth shut.

“Everything seems to be in order. I’ll have my people send over those documents.” Amelia stood up from her chair at the same time the other guys did. The man shook Gabriel’s hand before turning to Amelia. He took her hand forcefully, almost pulling her off of her feet.

“It was nice to meet you, Amanda.” She grimaced.

“It was nice to meet you too, Mr. Harmosa. We look forward to working with you.” She nodded her head slightly, shaking his hand firmly. It wasn’t until final goodbyes were said that Amelia sank back into her chair and sighed. Immediately, she pulled her hair tie down, letting her blonde hair cascade down her back. She ran her fingers through it smoothing it out. Gabriel was still sitting at the table with his signature smirk.

“I need a drink after that. Care to join me?” She asked, grabbing her clutch and getting up from her spot on the chair. Then, she weaved though the throng of people, not really waiting for Gabriel to follow.

“A cosmopolitan,” she told the bartender as she sat down on one of the barstools. She really hoped that Mr. Haven would follow her to the bar.

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Claire Haven didn’t get nervous often, but she had been a bundle of nerves ever since her sister invited her to go with them to the festival. It was odd, having Sienna trying to actually trying to be a sister for once. It shouldn’t have felt off but it did. Especially with the guilt of sleeping with her best friend had been gnawing at her for days. It was the only thing she could think about. The way Oce smelled, the sounds she made. It was driving Claire up the wall, but the feeling of knowing Oceanna probably wasn’t thinking of her in the same way drove her even crazier. The thought of even seeing Oce again was a like a slap in the face. They hadn’t spoken since the encounter, which she should’ve expected still- it hurt and the hurt made her angry.

She wasn’t even going to have a good time at the festival if Oce was going to be there which is why she contemplated not even showing up at all. She could just lie to Sieanna and make up some excuse. She’d done it a million times before but, Claire felt like Sie wasn’t actually trying and it warmed her cold heart just a little bit.

Claire stepped up to the door, tapping her knuckles on the solid wood. Relief washed over her as she was met with Sienna’s eyes and not Oceanna’s. Her plan of attack was just to ignore the blue haired girl for as long as humanly possible. This was a sister bonding time. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss hanging out with her big sister.
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“Fuck, I didn't know it was going to be this small." Sienna groaned, obviously frustrated. Claire tried her best to stifle her own frustration. This was just great, Of course Oceanna had to sleep in the middle. So much for her plan of totally ignoring her. The shorter blonde folded her arms across her chest and let out a huff.

"I'll be back with drugs if you want." Finally, Claire felt like she could breathe, well as much as she could without Sienna trying to breathe down her neck.

“Don't wander off. And if you do please text me. I don't need you passing out in a bush somewhere and Dad having more fuel to blame me for something." Sie lectured, looping her arm through Claire’s. Off the pair went towards the main stage, where some singer Claire didn’t know was setting up. As the two walked, Claire turned to her sister.

“Thanks for inviting me.” She said, quietly, “I can’t remember the last time we did something like this.” Claire let a small smile form on her lips as she spoke. The warm tickled Claire’s legs as they walked towards the vip booths. The booth was stocked with drinks and snacks galore. Claire sat down in one of the comfy chairs.

“Are you thirsty, Sie?” She handed her sister a water bottle, “You have to drink lots of water at these things. You can get dehydrated pretty quick.” She grabbed her own water bottle, and one of the hard seltzers. She cracked it open and began sipping away. She couldn’t be sober anymore, especially she was going to be dealing with Oceanna all weekend.

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Scarlett Faust

Scar had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the knock at her door. There was only one person that could possibly be knocking at her door. Owen. Mads had already taken off so it couldn't have been someone looking for her. Not that any of Maddox's friends would knock on the door instead of just barging in. Mads and Scar had talked about Owen coming over during their cuddle session. The rule was that Scar had to tell Mads before Owen planned on coming over. It was a fair request considering Maddox had a severe stick up her ass when it came to Owen. Or really any guy that Scar was seeing. It was like Maddox was worried that Scarlett was going to get her heart broken or something. That was never the going to be the case. Scar didn't do feelings of any sort with guys. She would simply play with them until they got boring and then discard them as if they meant nothing to her. Owen was a different story, though. For some strange reason Scarlett took pity on him. The way that he got openly attacked online and it seemed almost as if he didn't have much for friends. It reminded Scar of how she was before she met Mads. Completely cut off and feral. Even though Scar still treated men like trading cards, Scarlett had developed compassion. She didn't make them believe she loved them anymore to get that cruel pleasure of seeing them completely broken when she discarded them. Now Scarlett made sure that she made it completely obvious that she was only there to play and not to fall in love.

Scar quickly wrapped a towel around herself and walked to the door, she moved one of the cats out of her way with her foot and opened the door to see a bleeding Owen. Scar shook her head and opened the door a little wider, letting Owen into her apartment. "What did you do?" She joked as she closed the door behind Owen and walked past him, fluffing her wet hair a little. "Here. wipe the blood off your face" Scarlett reached for a box of tissues and tossed them at Owen gently. "I'm going to go get dressed and then we can take a closer look. Hopefully your nose isn't broken." The cats followed Scar into her bedroom so Scarlett left the door slightly ajar so the cats could come and go as they pleased. Scarlett quickly changed into her outfit for the festival and grabbed her makeup bag and a mirror before heading back out to the Livingroom. She turned on a lamp and set her makeup bag down on the coffee table.

"Sorry I'm not ready. I had a wild night last night. My dad was in town for the night so we kinda partied the whole night. He did leave me with some mushrooms and shit, though. So I've got us covered on that one." Scarlett sat down in front of the mirror and started doing her makeup. Every once in a while she stole a glance at Owen whose outfit absolutely did not match hers. Perhaps that was for the best considering she didn't want people thinking that they were together. At least the colours kind of matched. "Oh I think I might have a chain of some sort that we can put on you so we kind of match. We probably should have talked about kind of matching. At least our colours don't contrast. Now come here so we can do something about that redness."
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As per usual, the brunette has woken up a little bit early again. She had her makeup already planned out and the perfect outfit for todays date laid out on her bed. She was already clean, fully lathered up in her warm vanilla scented lotion and sitting at her vanity, applying some moisturizer by the time the clock had struck 10. Isaiah wasn’t supposed to be here until 1 but, Summer still needed the time to get ready and center herself for the big day. It was the second date. She could hardly believe there had been a first date, let alone a second one and they had planned on getting a kitten together. Summer’s heart fluttered at the thought of Isaiah holding their newly adopted kitten.

Summer went for light makeup this time around. A light coat of mascara and the pop of a coral-y pink color on her lips that brought out her natural pout. The blush on her cheeks made her freckles more pronounced. The girl sat back, inspecting her makeup. Satisfied, she looked at her phone. Isaiah would be here soon. She felt giddy as she shot up from the chair at her vanity and stepped over to her bed where the perfect outfit sat, folded up on her bed.

She opted for something more casual, considering they’re were going to be around animals for half of the date anyways and she didn’t want to get her nicer clothes messed up. It didn’t take long for Summer to throw on the outfit and head out the door with her purse in hand. As if Isaiah knew, she heard a knock at the door. A warm smile spread across her face. Her heart was pounding as she eagerly rushed over to the front door where her handsome date stood on the other side.

Taking the deep breath, Summer opened the door, immediately ushering the blonde outside to stand on her front porch. Her lips found his, pulling him close.

“Hmm I missed you.” She hummer against his mouth, “I couldn’t wait to see you.” Summer took a step back, drinking in his appearance.

“You look really handsome today.” She smiled brightly at him, “I’m really excited to meet our new kitten. Are you ready to go?” She asked, grabbing him by the hand.

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Ava basically had nothing to wear. She spent the last of what she had left over from her savings on a couple of measly outfits for this festival. She had even asked Emerson for a couple of bucks. Ava didn’t want to show up and look terrible in front of everybody. Even though she knew that probably no one was looking at her- she still felt judged. It was just like high school all over again, getting bullied for only wearing two pairs of jeans or having holes in her favorite pair of converses.

Ava sat down on her tiny bed with a huff. She was nervous to show Daniel where she lived. What if he was just like all the boys back where she grew up? A ping from her phone distracted her from her thoughts. It was Daniel. With a shaky breath the girl stood up and grabbed her bags. She was going to stand outside and wait for him so he wouldn’t have much time to see where she lived. It wasn’t because she was embarrassed, she was just afraid. She knew that Emerson did her best but the house did look a little worn down right now.

Ava felt her heart in her throat by the time Daniel pulled up to the curb. The air was tense as she slide into the passenger seat of the car. Her bags weren’t big so she just kept it in the front, by her feet. Daniel didn’t say much of anything as they drove. She knew they were going to over to Owen’s first before the festival but she just hoped that there wouldn’t be a big fight.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, placing a soft kiss on Ava’s cheek. Ava nodded, giving him a small smile. She’d be lying if she said wasn’t nervous for this interaction. While, it was very much well deserved she didn’t want Daniel to end of up hurt or in jail. Minutes ticked by but it felt like hours until Daniel plopped back down in the driver seat.

“That fucking hurt.” She looked down at his red shaky hand, “Anyway, are you ready to head to the festival?" Ava shook her head in disbelief.

“We need to get some ice on that hand. I’m not going anywhere until that happens.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Tell me what happened. You just punched him and walked away?” She scoffed, “did you even give him a chance to speak?” She asked, sighing.

“Look, I know he deserved that and so so much more but, I would hate to see you get thrown in jail.” Ava cupped the man’s face and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Now come on, let’s go get that ice.” She sat back in her seat, smoothing down her long brown hair while waiting for Daniel to drive off. She didn’t want to be her if the motherfucker did actually call the cops.

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  Gabriel Haven was a master negotiator. Perhaps it came naturally to him. Or maybe he learned it from his father, Richard. Either way, getting a deal to close between a not-so-legally inclined business partner and the family was a piece of cake. But he would be lying through his teeth if he said that he wasn't even just a little nervous about this meeting. Richard had let his son take the reins on this one, preferring to hang back in Rosemary Beach instead of going out of town with Gabe to the neutral location that they had settled upon. And Gabe couldn't let his father down. This deal just had to go through - what kind of failure of a son would he be if it didn't? Luckily, though, he didn't have to travel here all alone, for his trusty assistant Amelia had agreed to come with him. Going out of town by himself would have been a lonesome experience. At least, with Amelia by his side, he'd be a little less lonely. The only problem was that they'd have to share a hotel room, and he wasn't too thrilled about it.
  
  Ever since the Claire incident, he had been plagued with awful nightmares about everything that had went down. The sights, the smells, the sounds - hell, even the taste in his mouth - all came back in increasingly rapid rates every time he closed his eyes. So he tried not to sleep much these days. But, knowing Amelia, she would try her damndest to get him to sleep, even for a couple of hours. She had already convinced him to eat lunch after skipping the midday meal for so long. She'd certainly try to get her way here too. But the nightmares made him self-conscious. What if he woke up screaming, in a cold sweat? Amelia didn't know the danger that he had been put in that day. There was no possible way that she could even begin to understand what he had been forced to do. It haunted him, no matter how far he ran from it. It would never leave him alone. Gabe would be stuck with those painful memories until the day he died.
  
  Harmosa popped open a bottle of champagne. The sound reminded him of that day, but he stayed cool under the pressure, even if he wanted to bolt in the opposite direction after hearing it. The other sharply dressed man made a toast, declaring a new beginning for the two partners. After a brief celebration, the business talk commenced. Gabe navigated his way through the conversation, ultimately sticking the landing with a successful new business venture he'd be walking away with. Well! Mr. Haven, it was so nice to meet you and your assistant, Amanda. Gabe knew that he shouldn't - after all, Harmosa was older than his own father was, and had even more experience under his belt than Gabe could ever dream of, but nonetheless, he still felt the need to correct Harmosa. "Her name's Amelia, by the way." It didn't seem to phase the other man one bit, for once hands were beginning to be shook, Amelia still had her name fumbled. Hopefully, it didn't hurt her feelings.
  
  Finally, Harmosa and his associates filed out of the room, leaving Gabe and Amelia to collect their surroundings. Gabe studied the woman from where he sat, across the table. She apparently didn't care who saw as she let her silky golden hair down from its cage. It was definitely unprofessional - if Richard had been around, she would have gotten the axe immediately. But he wasn't there, and Gabe wasn't about to fire his assistant over that. I need a drink after that. Care to join me? He couldn't help but silently agree. As pleasant as the meeting appeared to be on the outside, underneath that cordiality was nothing but a tense negotiation. It was a quick trip to the hotel bar, following close behind Amelia as they made their way through the crowds of people. He watched as she hopped up on a barstool, promptly ordering a Cosmopolitan. And when he did the same, ordering himself his usual - an old fashioned, he finally turned to her. "You were nervous back there, weren't you? And don't try to deny it, either - I saw the way you were tapping your pen against your notepad."
  
  

  gabriel haven.

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  Owen was growing even more impatient by the time that Scarlett finally came to the door. He was going to bleed out in her doorway at the rate she was going. But after what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open to find a sopping wet Scarlett, clothed only in a towel. If she were anyone else, then he'd make a move, but it was just Scarlett. There was no point in trying to get his freak on with her. She wasn't interested in going to poundtown with him. And, as gross as he was, he knew when to take a hint sometimes. He couldn't bang them all, unfortunately. What did you do? Owen didn't appreciate the sarcasm coming out of her mouth. Here he was, all disfigured, and she was joking. Unbelievable. How would he ever get into the bed (or tent) of a bohemian baddie at Burning Woman if he looked like this? His beautiful face was tarnished, ruined by the cruel fist of Daniel Charter. He entered the apartment, sinking down into the couch below him. "I didn't do anything. Daniel Charter, on the other hand, did." he grumbled, taking a fistful of tissues and shoving them up his nose in order to stop the flow of blood.
  
  Hopefully your nose isn't broken. Owen sure hoped it wasn't. Reconstructive nose surgery would cost a fortune. "Yeah. I could get that asshole for assault if I really wanted to." He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of watching Daniel fork over a ton of money over this shit. Maybe he would sue after all. It would serve him right for showing up all willy-nilly and punching him like that. Who did he think he was, Rocky Balboa? As if. The bleeding finally stopped, but the swelling and bruising continued to puff up his face. He'd look like a fucking clown. Great. The timing couldn't have been any worse. If Daniel had a problem with him, he could have just talked to him about it instead of swinging first and asking questions later. But no, he just had to have done this on the first day of Burning Woman. What a fucking loser. If Owen saw him at the festival, it was going to be on sight. Nobody did this to Owen motherfucking Manning and got away with it.
  
  "Shrooms, huh? Never did anything like that before." He was more of a cigar and whiskey sort of guy. Doing psychedelic drugs wasn't really his thing. But hey, it was Burning Woman. Anything goes at Burning Woman. And besides, it might be fun to try new things. Owen quirked an eyebrow, which was a bad idea, considering how much his face hurt, at Scarlett's insistence upon them matching. "What are we, married? That's so cringy. Absolutely not." And he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He wasn't going to conform to anyone's standards, not even hers. "And I don't want a lot of makeup. Just cover the bruise so that I can look good again." Makeup was for sissies and girls. Owen was neither of the two.

  owen manning.

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  picking up summer.

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  Isaiah was still brainstorming creative ways to officially ask Summer to be his girlfriend when the door whipped open to reveal his beautiful date. Summer always took his breath away, no matter how many times he had seen her. That was one thing that would never change, even if their relationship had. But before either one of them could speak, their lips had locked in a sweet embrace. “What was that for? Are you feeling all lovey-dovey today?" Isaiah's tone was light and playful in nature - truth be told, he liked when she sprung kisses on him out of nowhere. It meant that he didn't have to feel the pressure to initiate everything all of the time. It made him feel good inside. She made him feel good inside. There was no one else for him but her. Sure, it was only their second date, but he knew that Summer Rose was the one for him. And maybe, deep down, he knew that all along. Even when they had strictly been platonic friends, he knew that he wasn't going to lose her any time soon, if ever. He wanted her to be on that rocking chair next to him in the nursing home one day. He wanted to grow old with her, even back then.
  
  Hmm, I missed you. Isaiah couldn't keep the smile off of his face. So she missed him just as much as he did her. He wasn't crazy after all. Alexa had told him that he was insane for having such strong feelings for Summer after only their first date. Now he could prove his baby sister wrong. "I missed you too, angel. I couldn't stop thinking about you after our date." They had been texting, calling, and FaceTiming each other nearly every day since he had dropped her off back home after the Food and Wine Tasting. Was it a bit much? To Alexa, it was. But who cared what she thought? She was out there risking her life to get expensive gifts from wealthy men who very well could be up to no good. His sister was going to get herself into loads of trouble sooner or later, that was for sure. But she wouldn't listen to him, and so he continued to listen to her unsolicited advice. "I couldn't wait to see you either. I would have picked up some flowers, but the shop was closed today. Sorry." He flashed her an apologetic smile, his cheeks tinting with color.
  
  "If I look handsome today, then you look beautiful every day." Is this what the kids called "rizz?" He didn't really pay attention to that kind of stuff. All he knew was that he would shower Summer with compliments every second of every day if she wanted him to. Isaiah kissed her cheek gently before letting her take his hand, leading him out to his SUV. Like he had done before, he opened the passenger-side door for her, allowing her to get in before shutting the door and going around to his side. "I don't know if the pet shop's going to have the right breed, but I'm sure we can find some pet for us to share." Secretly, Isaiah hoped that there wouldn't be a kitten for them to adopt. He was super allergic to cats, and he was worried that he'd break out even with this supposed hypoallergenic breed. But they could always get a fish, or a turtle, or something like that.

  isaiah mcpherson.

  © reveriee