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[Winona]

Nate

Threatening to stab him with a knife. And there you were, ladies and gentleman, the epitome of Maggie's maturity. Nate was simply too cross about her behavior to respond. It would just undoubtedly create a worse argument, and Maggie didn't understand how to not create a scene. Probably thanks to her simple upbringing, which Nate just had to remind himself. Maggie and Nate weren't on the same maturity level -- she was younger, and had been raised poorly.

She even had the nerve to call them the poor couple.

Nate was cross, but he tried to keep it to himself as they walked up to the house, meeting another couple along the way with a little girl. They were well-dressed, or... well, the wife was well-dressed. She looked like someone Nate would have interacted with long before he had taken to the simple life. Nate couldn't take his eyes off of her, until her husband was saying hello. Nate offered a polite smile, but he still was cross from what had occurred earlier.

The door opened a moment later to reveal a dude that seemed nice... until he made a comment about "blowing bubbles" and Nate couldn't believe he would say something like that first in front of a bunch of strangers, and then also in front of a child. Nate waited as the others started making their way inside, and then he followed in after. A blonde girl came downstairs and introduced herself as Blaire, but no matter how much she had tried to clean herself up, you could tell what had just happened.

After the group started pushing their way outside, Nate heard Maggie's remark and rolled his eyes before he waited a moment, pausing beside Rylan. "I'd love to blow bubbles with you sometimes," Nate said, carefully looking Rylan up and down for a moment before, with a wide grin, he walked away and after a moment of thought, decided to approach the well-dressed woman.

"Hello," he said as he walked up beside her at the gift table. They had forgotten to bring a gift as well, although that wasn't a surprise in the least bit. "Nathaniel Maddox." Nate introduced himself, holding out his hand for a very adult handshake.

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[erzulie]

Afiya Kraus

Afiya turned once she placed her gift on the table, she had every intention of keeping an eye on her daughter. The Italian woman saw her for a moment, she was playing with the dog like any other child would be. Afiya smiled for a brief moment as the sound of her daughter’s giggle reached her ear. A moment later she noticed someone approaching. Afiya assumed that it was her that he was walking up to, seeing as he had no gift of any kind in his hands. She recognized him as the second half of the couple from before, the one with the Christmas plate, deli meat, and ripped up slices of cheese. Afiya quirked an arched brow when he stopped in front of him. She took a moment to discreetly eye him. Well she could say that he was dressed up nice. It was obvious that he had cleaned up for the barbecue. If only Jasper had the same mindset to do the same.

“Maddox? What a surprise. I’m Afiya Russo.” Afiya looked down at his hand before grabbing it. His balm was large and warm as she took it into her own dainty one. There were no callouses to be felt, only smooth skin. Afiya was used to using her last name, especially when dealing with business and other influential people. Her success had been her own doing, like all the members of the Russo family. She was far more than Mrs.Kraus. And speaking of names, Afiya knew of the Maddox family. She had even been to a few of their restaurant during her trips. In fact if she remembered correctly Nathanial had been on the list of names made for her potential betrotheds. But that was before Jasper had come in. What a funny little coincidence. “I have to say, I am surprised to see you here. But the same goes for myself I’m sure.” Afiya voice happened to be a bit on the lower side and even a little seductive to some ears. Though it was because of her accent and way of speaking than an attempt at flirting.

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[apolla]

MAGGIE

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Hyun & his parents ( weldherwings ); Nate ( Winona ); Blaire ( sereiin ); Rylan & Quinn ( yousmelldead ); Afiya ( erzulie )

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Maggie stepped through the house at a leisurely pace that didn't match her mood. She didn't have to look at Nate to know he was royally pissed off, though whether it was at her or santa remained to be seen. Probably both, she mused, as her eyes landed on a picture of the happy couple that resided in this house. Determined not to let Nate's bad mood rub off on her, she drew in a breath and turned away from the picture, heading out back.

She found the food table easily and headed to set down their crappy offering, glancing over at the blonde girl and foreign kid she remembered from being out front with his parents. They seemed to be in their own little world, though she only caught the tail end of what the girl was saying. Something about rice and seaweed boxes? Nudging her platter away from the edge of the table, she sighed and turned away from them, spotting Nate by the gift table, talking to the well dressed woman from outside.

Pursing her lips, trying to ignore the stab of jealousy that shot through her, she shifted her gaze away. The couple who'd introduced themselves as Blaire and Rylan were outside too, along with the parents of the guy talking to the blonde by the food table, though they didn't look like they wanted someone to talk to.

One thing Nate never seemed to understand about Maggie was just how awkward she felt in new places, surrounded by new people. He could talk to anybody, about anything, whereas she got tongue-tied and stumbled over her words. With him being so pissed at her, her pride wouldn't let her go stand next to him to be ignored, so she made her way to the drink table.

Even it was set up beautifully. Pouring herself a glass of what she hoped was sweet tea, she flattened out an imaginary wrinkle on the dress she'd stolen for this event (not to Nate's knowledge, of course), keeping her back to the others.

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[weldherwings]

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

© southside

mood: can i just bury myself?

location: backyard

outfit: click me

inspiration: "i HaVe SpAgHeTtI aRmS oH nO"

MENTION: yousmelldead [Quinn]

Hyun watched curiously as the female before him popped open the container of kimchi and took some in her fingers. And to be honest, his eyes widened a little as she placed it in her mouth and ate it. Not most people liked kimchi because they found it too spicy or they just couldn’t get over the fact that it was fermented food, often referring it to tofu. So, for her to just go in there and get it like it was chocolate or something, Hyun was impressed. As she recapped what he had said in a shortened form and told him that he could’ve just simply said that instead, a small embarrassed smile formed on his face. Well, she was right. He could’ve. But his damn nervous rattling brain was telling him otherwise.

And well, it didn’t help as Quinn wrapped her fingers around his arm, introducing herself and began to redirect him over to where the food was to be placed down. His brain was having a little mental break down as he began to curse himself; I should’ve worked out more. Oh man, damn these spaghetti arms. Hyun’s brain was sending out all these negative little thoughts that he had almost forgotten to introduce himself to Quinn. “Oh, uh, ” he began, almost having to try and remember his name. “Dong-Hyun but… call me Hyun. ” He stopped there. Otherwise, he would’ve gone on a little rant about how ‘dong’ in Korean meant one of two things; a sub municipal level administrative unit of a city which are not divided into wards throughout Korea and well, it also translated to poop. I mean, there was the off chance that this girl didn’t know a word of Korean which meant she wouldn’t tease him. But still… with the rise of K-Pop in the American music industry, you’d never know when you’ll run into a Koreaboo learning Korean.

Hearing her next question, Hyun’s eyes once again widened with surprise as Quinn demonstrated that she had remembered the word ‘Umma’ and had respectfully called his mother that. There was just something about people respecting other cultures that was just so… beautiful. He nodded, finally, to her question. “I work in the kitchen for our family restaurant, Lee Chickie. It’s just on Maddox Street about twenty minutes from here. It’s a Korean barbeque place and we make a lot of family recipes. If you come by, I’ll give you some more free kimchi. ” He informed her, feeling confident all the sudden. Wait, was he shamelessly promoting their business like he had mentally scolded his parents for their mission to get as many people as possible to their restaurant? He could’ve kicked himself in the head at that very moment.

Hyun’s arm all the sudden felt very cold as Quinn took her grip away and then took hold of the container. With nothing to keep his hands pre-occupied, he placed them into his jean pockets and looked around himself to see the other adults talking amongst each other. His attention was brought back to Quinn, however, as she began to ask him about ‘cute boxes’. He raised a brow as he gazed back over only to feel his heart flutter as he witnessed her puffing out her bottom lip. That’s so damn cute… No, Hyun, get it together! Focus! He thought to himself, feeling the urge to knock himself out for the eighth time since arriving at this damn place.

Finally, for once, he had been listening to her questions without needing to take time to process what she was actually saying. “Are you… talking about rice balls? ” he slowly asked “They’re uh… They’re a Japanese dish. But in Korea, we have something like that. We call it ‘ugly kimbap’ though because well… I’m actually not sure why to be honest” He let out a huff of air as a small chuckle slipped past his lips which began to form a smile. “But we also sell that at our restaurant. So, you know, reason two of why you should visit by… and I’m going to stop trying to promote my business now…” A bashful smile formed on his face as he tore his gaze away from Quinn and brought his focus to the ground.

However, that focus didn’t last long before he felt his hat being torn off of his head and heard Quinn’s comment. Looking at the female, he once again couldn’t help but think how cute it was for her to do that. But deep down inside he was praying that the hat wasn’t sweaty on the inside. After all, it was hot. Feeling the sun touch his scalp, Hyun let out a small chuckle as he brought a hand up and ran his fingers through his dark silky locks, feeling the strands gracefully fall back into place once they slipped from his grasp. “If I don’t wear a hat, I tan like to tomorrow and look all grubby, ” he told her, beginning to feel more confidence beginning to build inside of him with each passing minute. “At least if you tan, you’d still look like a model.”

Oh dammit Hyun, he scolded himself, too straight forward. Too damn straight forward you idiot!

 

[sereiin]

blaire amherst

mood: bubbly, a bit flirty.

outfit: click here.

Blaire let a satisfied smirk tug at her lips as she guided everyone outside into the backyard. It seemed her guests were settling in well, placing their food platters down on the table, followed by the wine bottle the classy couple had brought. She couldn’t wait to dig into that. Once she was positive everyone was there, she turned to start working on the food she and Rylan were meant to be barbecuing.

”Hey, babe, come help me grill this stuff,” the blonde called to her fiancé, flashing him a grin before grabbing the chicken breasts and legs to unwrap those from their packages first. Because of course those would be done before the burgers, right? Truth be told, she wasn’t the most experienced in the kitchen and it showed. Bee could pick out a damn good bottle of wine in seconds, but really had no idea how to cook anything that was more complex than sticking a frozen pizza in the oven.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Blaire went about organizing everything on the little table beside the barbecue so it would be ready for them to throw on the grill right away. Then she turned on the barbecue, something she surprisingly knew how to do. Satisfied, she smiled to herself and reached for the cooking tongs before making a move to grab the first pieces of chicken with them.

”Ry, get the cheese out here. You forgot to put it on the table when you got home,”, the young woman chided Rylan as she worked, throwing him a disapproving glance as she did so. He’d gotten so pissed off about her choosing the wrong cheese and now he’d forgotten all about it? Well, sex did have that kind of effect, Bee realized. Especially when it was good sex. But still... He couldn’t get mad at her then do something idiotic like that. Whatever, Blaire thought to herself with a little scowl. She didn’t need the cheese right away when she was going to be grilling the chicken first, anyways.

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Woah.

Rylan stopped in his tracks, watching as Nate made his comment before looking at him like a god damn snack. He was never one to say no to...well you know. He cleared his throat, unsure of how to respond but thankfully the grinning male had already left and was now speaking to the nicely dressed woman. "Jesus, this neighborhood is going to be nuts." He shook his head before his eyes caught sight of Blaire at the grill. "Shit." He groaned, heading to her before stopping in his tracks once more as she called out to grab the cheese. The god damn cheese. "Blaire I swear to god." He grumbled, turning quickly on his heel to run back into the house to grab the cheese.

It was within moments that Rylan had made it back outside, package in hand. The brunette stopped at Blaire's side, his eyes instantly connecting with the raw chicken lying on the grill. There had to be something mentally wrong with the blonde whom he loved so much. How many times had he told her that chicken never goes on a grill before ground beef? Twelve. Twelve times and that was only today. Cheese toppling to the ground, Rylan placed his hands roughly in his hair. "What the literal fuck is wrong with you." His teeth gritted together, his fingers pulling at his locks. "Do you even listen to a god damn word I say?" Hands coming down, he grabbed the pieces of raw chicken from the hot grill tossing them off quickly onto the ground burning his finger tips in the process.

Mitzy was now running towards the raw chicken, picking it up in her small mouth before taking off. "Fucking perfect!" Rylan growled, a stray vein popping from the man's forehead. "Now the dog is going to get salmonella!" The brunette had a problem with calming down once he was riled up. Red blurred his vision and it was all over from there. It probably didn't help that he had done a line of coke before the guests arrived. He took a step forward, his shoe now coming into contact with the cheese that had fallen from his hands to the ground. Going from seeing orange red to now seeing blood red. He was going to kill her. "Once again on an episode of Blaire's Bitch Project, Blaire manages to fuck everything up." His hands were sticky from the raw chicken that he had tossed off the grill. He had to clean the whole thing before they could put the burgers on now. Fuck it, he was ordering a pizza.


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Interaction: Hyun weldherwings
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Hyun.

His name fit him in the cutest way. Not only was he cute but he was also offering free food from his restaurant. She liked the ounce of confidence radiating from his words as he spoke about his family business. He seemed to be proud of it or at least he sure acted that way. Ah! Rice balls! That was what she was referring to. "Ugly what?" Her lips tugged at either corner, a smile sprawling on her face. Quinn couldn't help her smile widen as he spoke about another reason as to why she should visit his restaurant. "You don't have to keep giving me reasons to come visit you at work, I'll come visit you because of you not the food." She chirped, adjusting the hat to her head so it wasn't going to fall off.

Quinn's eyes followed Hyun's fingers, watching them run through his silky locks and she found herself wanting to reach out and do the same. What kind of shampoo did the boy use? She needed to know because his hair was so nice. She pursed her lips as he spoke, her eyes rolling playfully as he mentioned looking grubby. "Oh Hyun, I highly doubt that you would look grubby." She pulled the hat off of her head, placing it back on top of his head allowing her fingers to touch his dark hair briefly. Holy god it was softer than she could have imagined. "I don't tan, I burn and then freckle." Quinn spoke honestly, shrugging her shoulders slightly at the thought before flashing her teeth at the boy. "I look like a lobster if I stay in the sun for too long, so you could just butter me up and eat me." Was that too straight forward? Yeah, she was probably going to give the poor kid a heart attack.

The sound of yelling from an all too familiar voice made Quinn turn her gaze from Hyun to her brother, Rylan who was freaking out. She frowned, her eyebrows coming together as she watched Rylan throwing a fit over chicken. "Seriously." She sighed, biting down on the inside of her cheek in a nervous attempt to not get too worked up. Her anxiety usually got the best of her whenever Rylan and Blaire got into an argument which was almost every day. Almost.. Instinctively, Quinn reached out and grabbed onto Hyun's arm her fingers wrapping themselves around his slender wrist. Usually when they got into an argument she could just leave, get on her bike or in her Jeep and go but there were too many people and it would be rude to just up and leave.


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[sereiin]

blaire amherst

mood: pissed off, moody.

outfit: click here.

Blaire glanced up when Rylan made an appearance at her side, a smile beginning to cross her features until he suddenly dropped the cheese at their feet. A gasp left the woman’s lips, but before she could get a single word out, Ry was cursing her out. ”Rylan! Shut the fuck up!” Blaire cried, green eyes wide as he snatched the chicken off of the grill before tossing it to the ground. Bee watched as Mitzi grabbed the food, a now frustrated sigh escaping her plump lips. Of course the damn dog would take the fucking chicken.

But then Blaire heard what Rylan said next and that had her jaw dropping. ”Rylan fucking Pierce, you take that back!” She screeched angrily, dropping the tongs from her hands. Fuck this. She didn’t care who saw them fight. Bee grabbed a hold of Ry’s shirt and dragged her fiancé back into the house, where she shoved him up against the nearest wall. ”What the hell is wrong with you?” The woman growled out, her small hands thumping against his chest as her anger built. How dare he treat her like that in front of their new neighbours.

”You’re ridiculous, Rylan. Why would you curse me out in front of our neighbours? You’re such a dick! I hate when you do that to me!” Blaire continued her temper tantrum, standing up on her tip toes in an attempt to be taller than her 5’6” self. She hated that she was so much shorter than Rylan, for it really didn’t make her that intimidating when she was getting angry at him. Poking out her bottom lip in a full on pout, Bee let her tantrum continue now that they were hidden from prying eyes.

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[weldherwings]

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

© southside

mood: wtf is going on?

location: backyard

outfit: click me

inspiration: scaredy meow meow

MENTION: yousmelldead [Quinn + Rylan] & sereiin [Blaire]

He could feel his ears starting to burn as she said she doubted that he didn’t look grubby. He wasn’t sure why it had made him so flustered, but either way, he could feel his ears stinging. I suppose the concept of being grubby was a Korean beauty standard. If you were tanned or dark skinned, many people had nothing but horrible things to say. White people – now that was a trend everyone wanted to jump on. The whiter the skin, the better. He had returned back to Korea multiple times while he was a teenager for family holidays, and every time he went, his grandparents and uncle and aunts kept on saying how tanned and dark he was getting. That he needed to stay out of the sun and to wear more protection. As a teenager going through puberty, it wasn’t something you wanted to hear. You didn’t want another reason to hate his growing body.

As Quinn mentioned about her looking like a lobster if she stayed in the sun too long so you could butter her up and eat her, the context went straight over his head. The boy raised his brows slightly and gave her a supportive smile as if to say oh yes, I understand. He did not. He did not understand one bit. What was she trying to say? That she’d burn like most food did when you cooked them? He didn’t think there was anything sexual about the sentence. In fact, he saw it as just a metaphor that she had decided to hand pick for this occasion. A rather… weird… metaphor. But, from what he could gather from first impressions, there seemed to a few things about Quinn that didn’t seem to fit the norm.

All the sudden, there was cussing and yelling causing Hyun to almost jump out of his skin. He hated to say it, but he was a downright scaredy cat sometimes. It was mostly with things that surprised him and loud noises. Well, he didn’t expect to hear such language being thrown around the way it was right now – so it was surprising. And the tone of voice – that was the loudness of it all. He tore his vision away from Anya and gazed over to where the sound of the fighting was coming from. His dark eyes looked over with a questioning complexion to see Rylan, the host who had greeted him at the door, and a female whom he was yet to meet, arguing over the barbeque.

But his eyes were suddenly demanded somewhere else as he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. Automatically, he gazed from the arguing couple to his hand, and then followed it up the person’s arm to discover that it was Quinn who was holding onto him. She seemed… anxious. He knew that look. His brother would often have that look at the end of the night as he counted the tills to make sure they were staying on top of the loans. Or when he would take time away from the restaurant as he would constantly think about how the restaurant was going and if the people in charge for the night were working properly.

Hyun was about to ask Quinn if she was okay when he heard Rylan and Blaire storm off together. He quickly gazed in the direction that they stormed off to before looking back at the female who held onto his wrist so dearly. “Are they always like that?” he asked her with a raised brow, curious if this was what it would be like in the neighbourhood. But hey, this place was still a step up from where they had been living previously. “I’m assuming… Rylan, was it? He’s your brother, right? And… the woman was… his girlfriend?”

 

[yousmelldead]

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Normal.

This was all completely normal for a day of Rylan and Blaire. It typically went in this order: Wake up, argue over nothing, sex, video games, argue over nothing, more sex, work and or drugs, argue, walk off pissed, come back to sex, dinner, sleep, repeat. It was a vicious cycle.

The cry from Blaire made Rylan roll his eyes, not looking at the girl as his gaze was strictly on the salmonella covered grill. Blaire was a typical blonde. It was just so perfect. Rylan knew better than to let her do her own thing. His gaze didn't move from the grill until Blaire's fists were tightly gripping his shirt. "Oh goody." He groaned, shaking his head as proceeded to drag his body into the home. His comment on the 'Blaire Bitch Project' was something that always pissed her off. He thought it was actually pretty damn clever.

An aggravated 'oof' left his lips as his back was shoved against the wall followed by the girl's small fists against his chest. Rylan frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in aggravation as he leaned his head back against the wall. Blaire was a five year old. A child who was throwing a fit because she got yelled at. "Oh, I'm sorry Blaire." He spat sarcastically, tilting his head down so he could get a better look at the blonde. His hands finally came up, encircling the girl's wrists so she stopped beating his chest like a fucking drum.

"If you didn't do the stupidest fucking shit I wouldn't have to curse you out in front of anyone." He growled as his grip tightened slightly on Blaire's wrists. She was fucking testing him. Eyes narrowing at the sight of Blaire's bottom lip poking out in a pout, Rylan felt his anger heighten. "Real fucking mature Blaire. Go pout to that other guy out there, maybe he likes dipshits."

Rylan dropped his grip from the girl, pressing his shoulder into her own until he completely pushed her out of the way. There was no way they could cook burgers on the tainted grill. He was going to have to order a pizza but that seemed to work out. Pressing his right thumb into the side of his nose he sighed as he trudged into the kitchen to find the menu for 'Pizza Palace'.

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How could two people be in love and act the way Blaire and Rylan do? The whole thing always baffled Quinn but it wasn't out of the usual. As a young girl she was subjected to fighting from her own mother and father. Rylan would usher her away, protect her from it but there was only so much he could do. When her parents had separated, Rylan went and lived with their father who turned out to be an abusive alcoholic. Quinn was left with her broken mother at the age of seven and grew up without any parent guidance. The whole thing was fucked.

Separation anxiety was the real deal. The thought of Blaire and Rylan going their own ways created a pit deep in Quinn's stomach. Blaire was a mother figure in Quinn's eyes, the closest she had ever been to another woman. Quinn's eyes were locked on her brother and Blaire, the frown deepening as Blaire was now shouting back. Her fingers lingered on Hyun's wrist, tightening with every shout. How could Rylan do this in front of the whole neighborhood? Sure, it wasn't exactly a shock but still. She watched Blaire now gripping Rylan's shirt, dragging him into their home and out of everyone's view.

Hyun's voice rang in her ears, her shoulders tensing before her fingers immediately dropped from his wrist. Well, he was now going to think she was a maniac. "What?" Quinn's dark eyes moved up to Hyun's before she blinked a few times. Are they always like that? Quinn refrained from snorting at the question, her gaze flicking back over to the door where Blaire dragged Rylan. "They..." She chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to think of the right words to form about Rylan and Blaire's relationship. "They're beautifully toxic." Quinn murmured honestly, her eyes back to being locked onto Hyun's. Never would she want a relationship like that, however it always seemed to fit her brother and Blaire. They loved each other, so much they hurt each other.

"Rylan is my older brother and that is his fiance Blaire." Her anxiety seemed to be creeping back in the damned hole it crawled out of. Quinn could feel the beating of her heart slow back into a steady rhythm. Balanced was restored. The rumble in her stomach had snapped the blonde back to reality. Fuck her brother and Blaire, she needed food. Turning slightly, Quinn opened the container of kimchi and plopped another one in her mouth. "My brother is an idiot. He has a temper that is enough to scare anyone off. Blaire has one almost as equally as he does, but she's more of a whiner." She spoke casually, as if it was a regular routine.


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[Sylvio]

Mark was in his car, grumbling. On god he didn't wanna hear Afiya whining in his ear again. It's almost she forgot that he had a job sometimes, and if they wanted to be successful then he had to work, for her and himself. He had his phone on the dash as his GPS, when he found himself on the right road he started looking at the houses, even though his phone was telling him how far it was. Didn't really matter to him though, he was late anyway and if he happened to miss it so be it. He was late anyway, it didn't matter how late he was.

"The destination is on your lef-" Mark turned off the phone and frustratingly put it in his pocket. He spent the next couple of minutes looking for parking, which was pretty frustrating but he managed to park only a couple meters away from the designated house. If he was lucky enough Afiya wasn't gonna be on his case for like the 100th time this week. Seriously can that women just give him a second to breathe. He was a busy guy and had a lot of stress to deal with. He apologized for the cheating incident with a steak dinner what more can a woman want?

Eventually he made his way to the house he was supposed to bet at. At least he thought so. He walked to the backyard and saw a small group of people and fortunately Afiya was among them.

He walked in and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey honey. Sorry I'm late, work keeping me held up as usual."



Interactions: erzulie [Afiya]
Mood: Slightly annoyed
Outfit: yee

 

[erzulie]

Afiya Santos

Like the rest of the quests, Afiya’s attention was focused on the arguing couple. She raised an eyebrow as she heard them shout at each other. Afiya was about to make a comment to Nate but paused when she noticed someone making their way over to them. She could recognize him anywhere. Her husband looked as handsome as ever in what he wore. Despite how she felt about him, she could appreciate his sense of fashion. It had been one of the reasons why she had been drawn to him. Afiya was a bit peeved that he had been late, seeing as they’d decided to go to marriage counseling, and agreed to try and put each other first. Any other time Afiya didn’t mind, she was quite the workaholic herself. If she were to be honest she would have preferred to be working now. She had cleared her schedule just for this and the fact that he hadn’t done the same annoyed her, yet she didn’t let it show.

Instead Afiya smiled at her husband like a good wife should. Despite her smile Afiya was feeling anything but warm at the moment. Because every time she looked at his face, the texts and nudes from that whore crossed her mind. She was doing her best to try and forgive him, she was honestly. But her father had raised her to not take any shit from anyone, especially men. It was one of the reason why she avoided telling her parents about Mark’s slight against her. She was a grown woman and she’d handle it on her one. “That’s fine Mark. I was just talking to one of our new neighbors. This is Nathanial Maddox.” She introduced. “Nathan this is my husband Mark Santos.”

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Interactions:: Nathanial Winona Mark Sylvio
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[Sylvio]

Mark put his arm around Afiya’s waist which was inappropriate cause it wasn’t that kind of social setting, but he was impulsive like that. He looked at Nathaniel and examined him for a quick 1-2, he was stunned by Nathaniel’s presence. There was a grandeur vibe coming off of him which Mark seemed to admire. To express that, he gave him a warm smile and extended his hand out to him to shake it. “Pleasure to meet you Nathaniel.”

All the while, Mark was moving his hand above his wife’s waist and along her back. He was making an attempt to lighten the mood with her by trying to be comfortable around her. Was it helping? Who cares? Mark just wanted to be in bed with her by the end of the day.

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Interactions: erzulie [Afiya] Winona [Nate]

 

[sereiin]

blaire amherst

mood: angry as fuck.

outfit: click here.

Blaire hadn’t felt this pissed off in a long while. As Rylan grabbed her wrists and growled at her, she glared up at him, trying to yank her wrists out of his large hands. ”I guess doing the stupidest fucking shit would include doing you, too, wouldn’t it?” The girl snapped back, ripping her hands out of his grasp as he finally let them go. She rolled her eyes at his last comment, sticking her tongue out at him once his back was turned to her.

”Fine, maybe I will go pout to him,” Bee grumbled, shaking her head to herself before venturing outside into the backyard once more. Her green eyes scanned the people there until they landed on an attractive dark haired man, who she was fairly certain was Nate. Smirking to herself, the blonde strode towards the small group he was with, sidling up to him as she did so. ”I don’t think I got the chance to properly introduce myself to you. I’m Blaire,” she purred, smiling up at him as she placed a small hand on his arm.

Blaire knew she was being a little bitch, but Rylan was asking for it. He was such a dick sometimes and she was fed up with it. Next time he’d have to remember not to tell her to go flirt with someone else, because she’d happily do it when she was angry with him. Like now. Bee didn’t even care that this man had obviously come with another woman or that he was currently involved in conversation with Afiya and... who was this other man? Blaire didn’t think she’d met him yet, but boy was he equally attractive. If this little flirting act didn’t go well with Nate, then maybe she’d try with this new guy.

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[yousmelldead]

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How dare she.

How fucking dare she say that doing him was stupid?! He was easily the best lay she had ever gotten in her entire life. Rylan was extremely proud of his skills when it came to sexual endeavors. "Yeah, whatever fuck off Blaire." He pressed his index finger and thumb to his temples on either side of his forehead already feeling the pounding in his head. She'd be back. Blaire would end up chickening out when she made eye contact with that guy in their backyard. Never would she actually promote flirting with him. Nope. Never.

Rylan snatched the menu off of the fridge, quickly dialing in their phone number before ordering a few large pizza's. Against his better judgement he decided that they should just deliver the pies. If he left the odds of him returning were slim. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, Rylan raked his fingers through his hair before turning to go back outside. He could care less of what anyone had to think of him. He wasn't in the neighborhood to make friends. He only bought the god damn house to make Blaire happy.

The brunette stepped out the back door, eyes trailing until they locked on to Blaire who was now by Nate's side. The sight of her hand placed so delicately on his arm was enough to turn Rylan's stomach. "Nice Blaire." He grumbled before tearing his gaze from his fiance's over to the brunette standing by the drink table. Hadn't she come in with Nate? Oh, Christmas plate! Two could play at Blaire's little game, though Rylan was known for always taking it too far. Without a second thought Rylan's feet now moving in Maggie's direction.

Rylan moved his body carefully around Maggie's, his shoulder brushing ever so lightly against her own as he poured himself a drink. "Christmas in July, very clever." Rylan spoke softly, his lips turning up into a smile. His touch dropped from the woman, moving so he was now leaning against the drink table. "I don't think I got your name, pretty brunette in the blue dress is all I have." He stated, tilting the cup so he could get a sip from it before placing it back down on the table.

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[apolla]

MAGGIE

Mentions:
Nate ( Winona ); Blaire ( sereiin )

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Maggie sipped at the sweet tea, though she wasn't in her own world for long before loud voices drew her attention. Although she stood on the opposite side of the yard as the grill, she could clearly see everything go to shit between the couple she'd thought was so happy. Who had a great sex life like that, then turned around and fought over chicken?

Watching as the little dog grabbed a piece of chicken and sped off into the yard to enjoy it, Maggie winced.

It wasn't that crazy of a thought.

More arguing ensued between the couple. It was like a trainwreck; everyone was staring. They stood oblivious by the grill, until the blonde dragged her fiance into the house. Maggie heard more yelling inside, and she lowered her head, giving it a small shake. She could understand getting angry, of course-- who didn't get pissed off every once in a while? Hell, she could even understand the yelling. She was always the first to yell. It stemmed from her need to be heard.

Lifting her head, she glanced over at Nate, who still hadn't even bothered to look her way. Boy, he really was pissed. And he knew how to hit her where it hurt. Automatically, she turned away from him, knowing that if she stared for too long there'd be a scene pt. 2.

Pretending to be fascinated by the ice cubes in the pitcher, and the pattern on the tablecloth, she didn't sense Rylan approaching until he was leaning over her, their shoulders practically touching. "Christmas in July, very clever."

His smile caused one to appear on her face, though a look of disbelief blossomed behind it. "Glad you think so. I'll let you in on a little secret-- I was totally unprepared." Nate would be mortified, she realized, but she didn't care. The truth would set you free, right? Besides, she'd never live down her santa platter. Might as well roll with it.

"I don't think I got your name, pretty brunette in the blue dress is all I have."

He took a sip from his drink, setting it down on the table afterwards, leaning against it. "Maggie." She told him, turning her body more towards him, her fingertips lightly tapping against her cup. "Nice to meet you, Rylan." She studied the man in front of her for a moment, reaching up with one hand to tuck some loose hair behind her ear. He was definitely attractive; she could see why Blaire was into him.

"You know," She started, glancing around to see if she saw any sign of his fluffy pet. "Raw chicken isn't that bad for dogs. The chance for salmonella is most likely low, and dogs can process the raw meat." She didn't know why she threw that out there, but at least she got the sentence out without tripping over her words. As if he'd asked for an explanation, she went on. "I had a dog as a kid. Not for very long, though. Died when I was eight."

Jesus, shut up, Maggie.

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[weldherwings]

LEE DONG-HYUN

the teenage dream

© southside

mood: so much white people bbq food. where is the soy sauce at?

location: backyard

outfit: click me

inspiration: this guy. wut u doing m8

MENTION: yousmelldead [Quinn + Rylan] & sereiin [Blaire]

As Quinn took her grasp away from his wrist, there was a part of Hyun that was slightly saddened. Jesus Christ, he scolded to himself mentally, You just met the damn girl and you’re already acting like you want to marry her. Get it together dude! He brought his attention to Quinn’s eyes as both their dark eyes met one another’s gazes. She looked at if he had stopped her train of thought to which he was going to apologise for. However, her gaze flickered over to the door which Rylan and his partner had gone off to together (well, more like dragged through) and she began to speak. The words she used to describe them… Beautifully toxic… was that even possible? He had never heard the concept of a relationship being that way apart from in that Britney Spears song.

Slowly, he nodded to show that he understood what she was saying – but did he really understand? I suppose he just didn’t want to hurt her feelings or make her feel uncomfortable, especially as the barbeque had already taken a drastic turn in the first couple of minutes. As she turned to look back him, locking her eyes with his, he automatically felt his spine tingle and tense up. He held in a breath that he didn’t even realise he was holding in until his brain was screaming at him to breathe. Was this how normal people reacted to meeting people they thought were pretty? Probably not. Maybe I need to do to a doctor or something. Oh, wait. She’s talking again. What was she saying?

Oh man, his train of thoughts were causing him so much hassle today. He once again began to try and listen carefully to Quinn as she spoke about her brother. So… Rylan was her brother and the female whom he cursed at was his fiancé, Blaire. Hyun frowned slightly, trying to process all the information he had just been given. I mean… if he loved her that much, why did he treat her that way? Was that why Quinn had described their relationship as beautifully toxic? It just didn’t make sense in his mind. Then again, it wasn’t like it was the first time he had seen it before. His eyes flashed over to his parents, who were both still standing with other as they spoke in Korean with one another. The pair of them had separate bedrooms and had done so for the last ten years. There was no affection. There was no love. There was just cursing at one another and muttering cold words under their breath. They were living a love-less marriage for so long that it almost felt like they were strangers living in a house together. But, oh no, divorce was not an option. Especially in Korean culture. They didn’t want to bring shame to the family name. They would rather live a life full of pain than to admit that they were wrong.

Hyun’s gaze travelled back to Quinn, just in time to see that she was taking some more of the kimchi out of the container and eating it. She continued to speak about Rylan and Blaire’s relationship which brought another frown to Hyun’s face. He knew how it felt to live in a household like that. His Appa liked to shout a lot. He was never physical with his Umma – he would only ever yell at her and get angry very quickly. He had a horrible temper and Hyun knew to get out of his Appa’s sight if he ever pissed him off. It wasn’t unusual to get a smack across the face for doing something out of line in Lee household.

He shook his head lightly, trying to shake away all the bad thoughts he could feel emerging through. No one needed that sort of negativity here. Not today. The sun was out. The birds were chirping. And there was a cute girl in front of him that looked hungry as hell. He needed to put his talents to good use. “You hungry? ” he asked her, trying to change the topic. “Here… I’ll make you a combination you should try with the kimchi” Hyun took a couple of steps towards the table, picking up a plastic plate before looking over the options before him. Well… there didn’t seem to be much. Slowly, his fingers hovered over a couple of the items as he mentally began to pick out what he needed. Finally, he took hold of a piece of lettuce from the salad, scooped a bit of couscous onto the lettuce and finally, opened up the kimchi container and took some it, placing it onto the lettuce. After closing the lid, he rolled up the lettuce and held it in his fingers, handing it over to Quinn. “We call this ssambap. Well, it’s sort of a vegetarian version of it. Usually you’d put meat and some soybean paste but… it seems we’re limited to what is before us today”

 

[Sylvio]

Mark's attention immediately shifted to the girl that had just made her appearance to the group. The dress she had on was a nice fit on her for sure and she looked pretty cute to say the least. He was very keen on making a nice first impression with her. He eyed her a bit while her interest was in Nate initially. But he could get her to notice him without a sense of hesitation. After all what was a bbq really worth if you’re not there to socialize and make friends. Cause that’s totally what Mark wanted to do when he came to this event. Though of course he also came for Afiya, he didn’t want to disregard her at all. But what if she gave him her charm? It wasn’t gonna be his fault, she’s just made a move on her. Things like these sort of happen to be honest.

Though... wasn’t she the one yelling in the backyard with another guy? Was that supposed to be her boyfriend or something? He also did notice that she walked from the direction the screaming emanated from and it was hard to block out. Suddenly his interest wained, the last thing he ever wanted to do was stick his dick in crazy and he made that mistake one too many times. Besides he already got into trouble with Afiya once, he didn’t have the energy to deal with her emotional spasms if he was caught cheating again. So maybe this girl wasn’t worth it, but still he had an open mind.

Mentions: sereiin [Blaire] erzulie [Afiya]

 

[erzulie]

Afiya Santos

“I don’t believe that we’ve been properly introduced as well. I’m Afiya and this is Mark.” Afiya raised a brow when suddenly one of their hosts appeared before them, and quite rudely as well. It was obvious that she was introducing herself to Nathanial only and her body language was flirtatious. Afiya glanced at her husband just it time for her to catch him eyeing Blaire with interest. The italian woman resisted the urge to sigh in annoyance. She always prided herself on her self-control and her ability to stay level-headed. Blaire was an attractive young woman, in the past Afiya didn’t mind her husband taking quick glances at others. She had done the same before, but at least she hadn’t acted upon them. Now, because of his actions, she didn’t trust him at all. The Italian woman calmly stepped to the side, removing his arm from around her waist. It was odd to think that at one point she welcomed the gesture.

Now she was ready to leave. The barbecue was turning out to be a disaster already. Afiya couldn’t imagine letting something she put together get so out of control. And the fact that they were arguing out in public, in front of them all. Everyone in her social circle would have probably ripped them to shreds verbally. Fortunately for them they needn’t worry about that. Afiya’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, all these negative thoughts were safely tucked away in her head. Her upbringing helped her craft and perfect a mask at a young age.

Afiya was pulled from her musing by her stomach growling lightly. She ran her hand over her temporarily flat stomach. The young woman looked up at her neighbors and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, but I was expecting the food to be at least in the finishing stages by now. If only one of your family’s restaurants were near by, it would be great for Mia Vita and I without a doubt..” She said to Nathanial while chuckling softly.

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Interactions:: Nathanial Winona Mark Sylvio Blaire sereiin
Outfit: X ​

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[Sylvio]

Mark noticed his arm empty and saw Afiya, she looked miserable. She caught him eyeing Blair right? Was he feeling guilty, is that what that was? I mean they always looked at different people before how was this any different? And he never felt guilt for upsetting Afiya, she would get over it for the most part. God why are things the way they are. "Would you guys excuse for a second?" He asked politely, pulling her to the side.

He wasn't himself, but seeing Afiya upset again somehow set him off? That never made sense and it was killing him inside for some unknown reason. I mean Blaire was talking to Nathanial so it wasn't like she was giving him attention. "You didn't eat yet. You want me to get you a burger or something?" A burger really was that the best he could do? He knew her better than that, she's a woman of class, her father owns five-star resorts. "I can drive you to the city. There should be a nice Italian restaurant there. I'll pay if you want."

Every time Mark did things for his wife it was more of a chore than anything and it was clear to see in his tone and facial expressions. "I haven't taken you somewhere nice since I apologized. I think it's time we ate together, without high tension. What do you think?" He asked with a smile.

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Interactions: erzulie [Afiya]

 

[Winona]

Nate

Russo. The last name definitely struck a familiar chord with Nate, but he kept the surprise off his face, instead letting his lips melt into a sly smile. "I think I've heard your name tossed around before." And tossed around he had indeed -- in fact, his father had completely wanted Nate to meet Afiya when he'd first laid eyes on Maggie. God, he'd given up this for Maggie and... yeah, it was totally worth it, he had to begrudgingly admit, Christmas themed plates and all.

The conversation didn't get to last long before Afiya's presumed husband was coming over, and wrapping a protective arm around her waist. Alpha male much? Nate was amused by the other man's act of dominance (well, that's how hew viewed it), and the sly smile remained on his face. His eyes roamed Mark for a moment and while the man seemed to be fairly attractive, yada yada, well... he was no Nate. Afiya would've been much better wrapped around, but he had the street rat.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mark."

Nate's smile was coy, and he was ready to try and make an escape. His fingers drummed lightly on the table and he looked away for a moment to try and find Maggie, but as his gaze drifted over her, he saw Rylan -- that raw chicken freak -- approaching her. His smile faltered for a second and he was ready to go over and remind Rylan that Maggie was his, and he could just keep his whiny little blonde bimbo, when said whiny little blonde bimbo seemed to appear out of nowhere beside him.

Fine. Two could play at this game. Or... four? Whatever.

"Blaire," he echoed, rolling her name around on his tongue. "Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl." Nate was openly blatant about his flirting, alright? There was nothing wrong with it -- this was what he'd always done, and it's not like he did this with Maggie right next to him. And it wasn't cheating, it was just... having a little fun. "Nate, if you didn't catch it before." Her hand was touching his arm, and yeah, it sent some mild butterflies through him -- like he usually only had with Maggie.

Afiya mentioning his family's restaurant was a blessing. Nate thought he could continue this flirting thing, but it felt wrong, but at the same time... Maggie was talking up that bag of steroids.

"I know how to cook a few of the restaurant's main dishes, actually." At the mention, it suddenly seemed like maybe he should've been in charge of bringing the food for himself and Maggie, but that was the woman's job. Nate was too busy going to his stupid marketing job. "It would only take a few minutes to whip up, presuming Blaire helps me." He turned back to the blonde. "To taste test, of course."

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[erzulie]

Afiya Santos

Afiya smiled at Blaire and Ryan as she was pulled aside. She then turned her attention to her husband, really looking at him for a moment. To think that he’d even suggest burgers was laughable. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as she had thought? Though it seemed like he realized his mistake a second later, instead offering to take her to a nice Italian restaurant for lunch. From his tone of voice and expression, it was obvious that his offer wasn’t sincere, that it was an unpleasant but necessary task, a chore in short. Every time he did something for her, it felt as such. Despite this she could at least admit that he was trying, things weren’t just going to be magically better for them after all. And even with how she felt towards him Afiya did love her husband. Her coldness was a product of her hurt feelings and broken trust. There were times, when she was left to her own thoughts, that she regretted marrying for love.


“That would lovely. The baby and I have been absolutely starved for some Italian food.” She smiled at the thought of her child rather than going to dinner with Mark. The baby, her Mia Vita, was another reason why she had decided to try and make things work as well. She didn’t want her child to grow up like she had, with parents that hated one another, in and environment that was less than nurturing.

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Interactions:: Mark Sylvio
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[yousmelldead]

Rylan

The brunette couldn't hold back the grin now placed upon his lips. Cute and funny. "Being unprepared is usually the best way to be." Rylan spoke seriously, taking another sip from his drink. The woman in front of him was now turning herself so she was towards him directly. Was this her playing along with the little charade or? Rylan raised his eyebrow curiously at her, noting in his head when she had finally said her name. His dark eyes flicked down to her fingertips which were now delicately tapping the rim of the cup and he couldn't help but wonder what those fingertips would feel like on his---chicken?

Rylan snapped his gaze up to Maggie's face, his eyebrows pinching together as he tried to keep up with what she was saying. Was she honestly talking about the chicken? Oh right, Mitzy took off with the raw chicken. The brunette let out a laugh, his hands now gripping the edge of the table. "Well, aren't you a book of information?" He smiled warmly before straightening his posture. The announcement of her dog dying when she was eight was awkward. Rylan's smile turned into a frown quickly, his brain trying to come up with something to say back to that. Was she just saying things because she was nervous?

"Shit, I am so sorry. I don't know how I'd handle that. I love Mitzy." Rylan bit down on his lip, his eyes now moving to lock onto the small corgi who was now prancing around the grill in a sad attempt to find more raw chicken. Eyes moving back to Maggie, the brunette instinctively reached out untangling a piece of hair from Maggie's earring. He pressed the stray piece of hair behind the girls ear, dropping his hand right after. "So what makes you into a tool bag like that guy?" Rylan used his elbow as a pointer towards Nate. "Does he always leave you to do your own thing? Or is he a gold digger going for the woman who brought in expensive wine?" Was that too far? Fuck it, he didn't care. Sure, he was a dick and Blaire and him got into fights regularly. But he'd be damned if he went to a party and ditched Blaire because he was pissed.


mood :: flirty
location :: backyard
interactions :: apolla

CODING © thoughtless​

 

[yousmelldead]

Quinn

The boy who seemed to get distracted by his own thoughts was like a breath of fresh air. A breathe that Quinn was not about to stop breathing anytime soon. Hyun was quiet but his eyes were always talking, his ears always listening. It was as if he was literally processing every word that she spoke. Men never did that around her. They usually looked down at her breasts and that was the end of the conversation. Talking conversation, that is. Hyun could just be thinking of how the hell he could get out of the whole situation but Quinn was going with the first thought.

Placing another piece of kimchi on her tongue, her dark eyes locked with Hyun's once more. A flutter was jumping around the inside of her stomach, though she wasn't sure if it was Hyun looking at her or if she was just hungry. Her lips spread into a smile as he asked if she was hungry, her head nodding instantly at the question. Quinn watched as the boy moved closer to the table, examining everything that was there...which wasn't much but he didn't look defeated. The blonde watched in awe as he put together his concoction, her eyes moving with his fingers as they worked.

Without hesitation, Quinn took the lettuce and took a bite of it. It was delicious. "Oh my god." She groaned, taking another bite before finishing the ssambap. If this was the vegetarian version, she needed to try the meat one. "Hyun, this is amazing." She wasn't to try all of his dishes. If he could make something that good with limited ingredients she couldn't even imagine what he could make with a whole kitchen full of stuff! The girl placed the tip of her thumb in her mouth, cleaning her finger from the juice that had dripped out of the lettuce. "You've got some on you." Quinn eyed Hyun for a moment before reaching out, pressing her lips to his index finger before licking the stray kimchi juice from his own finger.

Quinn smiled at the boy, releasing her grasp from his hand before turning towards the table. She quickly made her own ssambap, rolling the lettuce in her fingers while placing a drop of mustard on the top of it. "Whala!" She exclaimed, holding the piece up to Hyun's lips. "Now it's your turn, I'm an awful cook but I'm a quick learner." Bark! Quinn barely felt the small dog now barreling into her legs causing her knees to give out. "Mitzy!" She shouted, ssambap flying from her fingers as she reached out gripping Hyun's shirt before toppling onto him.


mood :: intrigued and excited
location :: rylan and blaire's backyard
interactions :: weldherwings

CODING © thoughtless​