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DreamRider1
Wᴀʀᴍ ᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs.
Mati caught the flying rice cooker purely on reflex, barely managing not to drop it. He looked down at the thing in his hands, then up at Eugene’s rapidly disappearing figure as he tore up the stairs, already half-stripping like he was in some kind of Olympic speed showering event.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you,” Mati called after him, flipping the rice cooker over in his hands, clearly not as invested in this task as Eugene was. He turned to Seth, holding it up. “I’ll start it. But I’m not watching it.”
Which, knowing him, meant it was a gamble whether the rice would be edible or a total tragedy.
Without another word, he walked into the kitchen, casually setting the rice cooker on the counter like that alone would magically complete the job. Someone would check it, right? They seemed like the type to not let Eugene suffer.
Mati, on the other hand? He had better things to do.
Turning back to Seth, he smirked, pushing his beanie up slightly as he stretched. “Alright, let’s go.”
Hot tub? Weed? A good night incoming?
Yeah, rice was officially not his problem anymore.
And honestly? That was on Eugene for trusting him with a cooking task in the first place. They had been best friends since childhood — long enough for Eugene to know damn well that Mati could barely be trusted to make instant ramen, let alone properly cook rice. If the dude came back to a pot of mush or a mysteriously burnt batch of rice, that was 100% on him.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you,” Mati called after him, flipping the rice cooker over in his hands, clearly not as invested in this task as Eugene was. He turned to Seth, holding it up. “I’ll start it. But I’m not watching it.”
Which, knowing him, meant it was a gamble whether the rice would be edible or a total tragedy.
Without another word, he walked into the kitchen, casually setting the rice cooker on the counter like that alone would magically complete the job. Someone would check it, right? They seemed like the type to not let Eugene suffer.
Mati, on the other hand? He had better things to do.
Turning back to Seth, he smirked, pushing his beanie up slightly as he stretched. “Alright, let’s go.”
Hot tub? Weed? A good night incoming?
Yeah, rice was officially not his problem anymore.
And honestly? That was on Eugene for trusting him with a cooking task in the first place. They had been best friends since childhood — long enough for Eugene to know damn well that Mati could barely be trusted to make instant ramen, let alone properly cook rice. If the dude came back to a pot of mush or a mysteriously burnt batch of rice, that was 100% on him.
JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
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Vee grinned at Bella as she joined her in the kitchen, reaching the end of her bag of bottles. She did a quick count - about 20 bottles of various sizes and colors, ranging from bottom-of-the-barrel to a relatively pricier variety. Don’t ask me how I got them, she joked to herself.
Vee laughed as Bella announced shots. “You can start with the rum, I’m going in with Tequila,” she said, plucking a bottle of Lunazul out of the lineup. She wasn’t picky when it came to alcohol - fancy or cheap was fine, but when it was the first night of vacation she wanted to feel like a fancy bitch and drink the good stuff. Or, well, her definition of the good stuff, anyway. “Oooooh, do you think they have limes here?” she asked before walking over to the fridge and flinging it open. It was mostly empty - one of the only things that the place didn’t provide was food, but she had figured a place so nice would at least have the essentials, and she was right! A garnish tray, tonic water, a few sodas - oh shit. “Heyyyy it looks like we got a little present!!” she said, bringing out a fruit, cheese, and meat tray with a little note on it that said “We hope you have a wonderful vacation!!” “God, I love rich people,” Vee said, placing it on the counter.
Vee gave another grin to Jamison, who was yelling about taking double shots. “Shit, I was thinking of just taking a double for the fun of it,” she said, laughing. She grabbed a glass from Bella’s pile, pouring about - eh - maybe a little more than a shot of Lunazul into it. She quickly cut a lime into wedges, and grabbed the salt off the counter, pouring some onto the outer part of her hand. Without waiting, she licked the salt, took the shot, and bit the lime. “Catch up Bitches!!!!” Vee yelled, swinging the glass in the air before giggling and slamming down the glass on the counter. The alcohol was already making her warm, and she was loving it.
Mati came into the kitchen then - with a rice cooker? “Why the hell do you have a rice cooker?” she asked, unwrapping the charcuterie she had found in the fridge. She rummaged through the cabinets quickly, finding a box of assorted crackers - surely an ungodly price, she imagined, and more or less dumping it out on the counter. “We have rich people food right here,” she joked, grabbing a strawberry and eating it messily, the juice running down her chin. “Holy shit, I think this is the best strawberry I’ve ever had.”
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Vee laughed as Bella announced shots. “You can start with the rum, I’m going in with Tequila,” she said, plucking a bottle of Lunazul out of the lineup. She wasn’t picky when it came to alcohol - fancy or cheap was fine, but when it was the first night of vacation she wanted to feel like a fancy bitch and drink the good stuff. Or, well, her definition of the good stuff, anyway. “Oooooh, do you think they have limes here?” she asked before walking over to the fridge and flinging it open. It was mostly empty - one of the only things that the place didn’t provide was food, but she had figured a place so nice would at least have the essentials, and she was right! A garnish tray, tonic water, a few sodas - oh shit. “Heyyyy it looks like we got a little present!!” she said, bringing out a fruit, cheese, and meat tray with a little note on it that said “We hope you have a wonderful vacation!!” “God, I love rich people,” Vee said, placing it on the counter.
Vee gave another grin to Jamison, who was yelling about taking double shots. “Shit, I was thinking of just taking a double for the fun of it,” she said, laughing. She grabbed a glass from Bella’s pile, pouring about - eh - maybe a little more than a shot of Lunazul into it. She quickly cut a lime into wedges, and grabbed the salt off the counter, pouring some onto the outer part of her hand. Without waiting, she licked the salt, took the shot, and bit the lime. “Catch up Bitches!!!!” Vee yelled, swinging the glass in the air before giggling and slamming down the glass on the counter. The alcohol was already making her warm, and she was loving it.
Mati came into the kitchen then - with a rice cooker? “Why the hell do you have a rice cooker?” she asked, unwrapping the charcuterie she had found in the fridge. She rummaged through the cabinets quickly, finding a box of assorted crackers - surely an ungodly price, she imagined, and more or less dumping it out on the counter. “We have rich people food right here,” she joked, grabbing a strawberry and eating it messily, the juice running down her chin. “Holy shit, I think this is the best strawberry I’ve ever had.”
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As people started rolling in and Seth let them in the house, Beck grabbed his shit from the back of his bike and took a tour around the house. From the second floor, he could hear the girls screaming in joy, their excitement carrying through the walls. With his bag slung over a shoulder, he slowly meandered through the rooms until he came across one with the perfect view. He threw his bag on the bed and sauntered over to the window. The room was on the back of the house. Right now, the sun's yellow-orange glowed over the blue water. His fingers itched for his sketchbook.
When he heard another squeal, Beck took it to mean the party was starting and he turned from the window and started his way back down. Dodging people he didn’t know with a nod he finally found his girls again. In the kitchen. With drinks. He hadn’t seen Bella on the way in. Beck walked over to her, giving her hip a light squeeze as another guy came in. He decided he liked him as the guy was trying to get everyone a shot or double. Deciding to pour his own, Beck grabbed a bottle and poured a line before downing it. “Fuck.” It burned its way down his throat. He hadn’t drunk in a few days because of needing to be on point at the job.
Beck glanced at Vee as she practically orgasmed over a strawberry. “I could use a strawberry right about now too,” he watched the juices run down her chin. Out of nowhere he started sneezing. The fuck?
When he heard another squeal, Beck took it to mean the party was starting and he turned from the window and started his way back down. Dodging people he didn’t know with a nod he finally found his girls again. In the kitchen. With drinks. He hadn’t seen Bella on the way in. Beck walked over to her, giving her hip a light squeeze as another guy came in. He decided he liked him as the guy was trying to get everyone a shot or double. Deciding to pour his own, Beck grabbed a bottle and poured a line before downing it. “Fuck.” It burned its way down his throat. He hadn’t drunk in a few days because of needing to be on point at the job.
Beck glanced at Vee as she practically orgasmed over a strawberry. “I could use a strawberry right about now too,” he watched the juices run down her chin. Out of nowhere he started sneezing. The fuck?
2amSnow
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"Oooh, yeah, this is perfect for us." Upstairs in the room that Amy picked out for them, PJ took the bed closest to the door. They set the carrier on the bed and unlatched the little door. "There ya go, boy. Sweet freedom at last!" The orange cat slowly emerged from the carrier in a slow, long stretch. Peanut immediately flopped onto the purple duvet with a bout of content purrs. PJ smiled and leaned down to pet the furball's stomach, causing excited flops and rolls to come from the little lad. "Get ready girls, he's a beach boy now."
Seemingly loud enough for the whole city of San Diego to hear, Seth's voice was heard by all, hollering through the walls of the massive house. "Time to get high! Let's go! C'mon! Ding ding ding!"
PJ's and Amy's eyes met at the same time after hearing the announcement. "Aaand so it begins." The blonde girl said, the tiniest hint of anxiety laced in her voice.
PJ shrugged and narrowed their eyes at their best friend in a playful curiousity before pushing their glasses up further on the bridge of their nose. "We should join them." Knowing Amy has never smoked before, it's always been a mission to get her to try it at least once. Though, PJ has never pressed it in respect of her boundaries. "C'mon let's go! I'm so ready to just chill and have fun. I think I also heard them hollering down there about shots too. Are we gonna get to see Wild Amy on this trip?!"
Before heading out of the room, PJ pointed to their bed for the next five days and then pointed their finger toward the bedroom door, "I always gotta sleep by the door in case any burglars bust in here. 'Cause then I'll whoop their ass with these killer boxing skills. I've been practicing. Watch this." PJ put both their hands up in a 'fighting pose'. They balled their fists up and bent their legs slightly. Bouncing at the knees in a cheesy boxer impersonation, PJ kicked their leg up "Ha!" Then they punched the air a few times in a left-right-left sequence. PJ didn't need substances to have a good time---those things just elevated their already existing high on life.
After earning the nerve-settling laugh from Amy that they hoped for, PJ looked to the lazy orange cat already happily loafed up on the bed. "I gotta go get Peanut's stuff from the trunk real quick so I can get him fully comfy and settled in. Then I can take my Cat Dad cap off for a bit. I'll meet you in the kitchen? I think I'll need a shot or two in my system if I'm going to smoke around Seth." PJ suggested a plan before slipping out of the room down the hallway. Then the image of a shirtless dude they've never met before came into view, the darker-haired boy coming down the hall in their direction.
PJ gave him a slightly confused, but friendly wave. "Oh, hey man! I didn't see you down there. But I basically sprinted up here right when we got here, I had to pee so freakin' bad. I don't know if we've met in school but I'm PJ. I see you're not wasting any time getting the party started, huh?" They said with a smirk, gesturing to their being shirtless. "Anyway, good to meet you! I gotta grab the last of my shit. I'll see you down there?" And with that PJ hurried down the stairs and out into the Summer air, keys in hand.
Seemingly loud enough for the whole city of San Diego to hear, Seth's voice was heard by all, hollering through the walls of the massive house. "Time to get high! Let's go! C'mon! Ding ding ding!"
PJ's and Amy's eyes met at the same time after hearing the announcement. "Aaand so it begins." The blonde girl said, the tiniest hint of anxiety laced in her voice.
PJ shrugged and narrowed their eyes at their best friend in a playful curiousity before pushing their glasses up further on the bridge of their nose. "We should join them." Knowing Amy has never smoked before, it's always been a mission to get her to try it at least once. Though, PJ has never pressed it in respect of her boundaries. "C'mon let's go! I'm so ready to just chill and have fun. I think I also heard them hollering down there about shots too. Are we gonna get to see Wild Amy on this trip?!"
Before heading out of the room, PJ pointed to their bed for the next five days and then pointed their finger toward the bedroom door, "I always gotta sleep by the door in case any burglars bust in here. 'Cause then I'll whoop their ass with these killer boxing skills. I've been practicing. Watch this." PJ put both their hands up in a 'fighting pose'. They balled their fists up and bent their legs slightly. Bouncing at the knees in a cheesy boxer impersonation, PJ kicked their leg up "Ha!" Then they punched the air a few times in a left-right-left sequence. PJ didn't need substances to have a good time---those things just elevated their already existing high on life.
After earning the nerve-settling laugh from Amy that they hoped for, PJ looked to the lazy orange cat already happily loafed up on the bed. "I gotta go get Peanut's stuff from the trunk real quick so I can get him fully comfy and settled in. Then I can take my Cat Dad cap off for a bit. I'll meet you in the kitchen? I think I'll need a shot or two in my system if I'm going to smoke around Seth." PJ suggested a plan before slipping out of the room down the hallway. Then the image of a shirtless dude they've never met before came into view, the darker-haired boy coming down the hall in their direction.
PJ gave him a slightly confused, but friendly wave. "Oh, hey man! I didn't see you down there. But I basically sprinted up here right when we got here, I had to pee so freakin' bad. I don't know if we've met in school but I'm PJ. I see you're not wasting any time getting the party started, huh?" They said with a smirk, gesturing to their being shirtless. "Anyway, good to meet you! I gotta grab the last of my shit. I'll see you down there?" And with that PJ hurried down the stairs and out into the Summer air, keys in hand.
EnviousWorm
YOU ARE A VIOLENT AND IRREPRESSIBLE MIRACLE
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On a side mission of his own, Seth tracked down the fancy office space on the vacation house's first floor. Tucked away in the corner of the house across the hall from the kitchen, he could hear the clinking of bottles and cacophony of voices as more people filed in to get the party started. The office itself was as fancy as any other part of the house: a massive oak desk sat under a window facing out toward the driveway; the desk was occupied by 3 unplugged monitors; two rows of drawers flanked the monitor, rising up to connect to a bookcase over top of the desk's surface; underneath the bookcase section was a light to illuminate the desk directly at night.
Besides the fancy desk, the office had a sectional couch with an old record player next to it, as well as a small collection of old jazz and big band albums. A larger bookshelf stood at the room's far end, thoroughly organized alphabetically by author name. A pair of deep obsidian blackout curtains were pulled to the window's side, ready to block out the sun at any moment.
Seth took time first to power up his laptop, hooking up the hdmi cables of the unused monitors just because he could. He wished he had such an insane set up back home, but this was enough for now. While the old laptop powered up, Seth got his drugs and drug paraphernalia in place like a worker assembling his station. He watched his laptop come to life as he dumped a pile of ground up weed onto the desk, lining it up just so. Grabbing onto a thin rolling paper with his left hand, Seth used his right to open up Adobe Audition. His computer took a few seconds to comply before "DontTryCantHang12.mp3" booted up into view.
"Fuck me." Seth grumbled to himself, clicking onto the first song before scooping up a fistful of bud to lay in place in the rolling paper. He set that down, grabbing a filter from the pack of papers and crimping that to place on one end of the joint in progress.
The first song on the album, "Booze Aggregate" starts off with a blaring drum fill before the guitar, bass, and a keyboard all join in after the briefest of pauses. Seth lets the track blare into his ears as he rolls one perfect joint and begins to roll a second. The song itself is the "most complete" as the album intro, and Seth simply enjoys the music as it rolls over into the seconds song, "Keanu Reeves Kung Fu".
Immediately, the song's opening guitar riff and bass line annoy Seth, whose brow furrows as he stares in frustration at the track on Audition. He finishes the second joint, but it's nowhere near perfect like his first one was. Sighing, Seth starts on a third joint, this time mixing in some tobacco from one of his cigarettes to make it a spliff.
Still working on the spliff, his eyes squinting in scrutiny over his music, Seth calls out to the house, nobody in particular:
"Someone better be starting up that hot tub! I just need another five and I'm ready!"
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On a side mission of his own, Seth tracked down the fancy office space on the vacation house's first floor. Tucked away in the corner of the house across the hall from the kitchen, he could hear the clinking of bottles and cacophony of voices as more people filed in to get the party started. The office itself was as fancy as any other part of the house: a massive oak desk sat under a window facing out toward the driveway; the desk was occupied by 3 unplugged monitors; two rows of drawers flanked the monitor, rising up to connect to a bookcase over top of the desk's surface; underneath the bookcase section was a light to illuminate the desk directly at night.
Besides the fancy desk, the office had a sectional couch with an old record player next to it, as well as a small collection of old jazz and big band albums. A larger bookshelf stood at the room's far end, thoroughly organized alphabetically by author name. A pair of deep obsidian blackout curtains were pulled to the window's side, ready to block out the sun at any moment.
Seth took time first to power up his laptop, hooking up the hdmi cables of the unused monitors just because he could. He wished he had such an insane set up back home, but this was enough for now. While the old laptop powered up, Seth got his drugs and drug paraphernalia in place like a worker assembling his station. He watched his laptop come to life as he dumped a pile of ground up weed onto the desk, lining it up just so. Grabbing onto a thin rolling paper with his left hand, Seth used his right to open up Adobe Audition. His computer took a few seconds to comply before "DontTryCantHang12.mp3" booted up into view.
"Fuck me." Seth grumbled to himself, clicking onto the first song before scooping up a fistful of bud to lay in place in the rolling paper. He set that down, grabbing a filter from the pack of papers and crimping that to place on one end of the joint in progress.
The first song on the album, "Booze Aggregate" starts off with a blaring drum fill before the guitar, bass, and a keyboard all join in after the briefest of pauses. Seth lets the track blare into his ears as he rolls one perfect joint and begins to roll a second. The song itself is the "most complete" as the album intro, and Seth simply enjoys the music as it rolls over into the seconds song, "Keanu Reeves Kung Fu".
Immediately, the song's opening guitar riff and bass line annoy Seth, whose brow furrows as he stares in frustration at the track on Audition. He finishes the second joint, but it's nowhere near perfect like his first one was. Sighing, Seth starts on a third joint, this time mixing in some tobacco from one of his cigarettes to make it a spliff.
Still working on the spliff, his eyes squinting in scrutiny over his music, Seth calls out to the house, nobody in particular:
"Someone better be starting up that hot tub! I just need another five and I'm ready!"
2amSnow
making cookies
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Cody cut the engine to his 2003 Dodge minivan outside the beach house, massively out of his, and his parents' tax bracket. But even if they could afford a house like this, his parents never would have picked out a home of this nature. They would have picked out some small ecclectic cottage by the beach, but close enough to the mountains. His mom putting up the clothes-line to let the salty air dry their laundry, and his dad would be smoking on his sticker-littered bong by the fire pit. Cody could see it, their tight-knit family enjoying the serenity of the low ocean tide pulling the shore in deeper into its abyss. Now looking at this modern mansion, he shrugged, opening the door and letting himself out of the van.
Popping open and sliding the door to retrieve his suitcase from the roomy back seat, Cody grabbed his backpack sitting next to it and slung it over his shoulder. Then he pulled the clearly well-traveled suitcase out and slid the door shut. He could already hear the sound of party hoots from the open and close of the front door, the short androgynous-looking fella coming out from within. They jogged down the driveway wearing a roomy tie-dye sweatshirt and jeans, and they were moving towards the yellow bug that was unshockingly theirs.
"Cody! Hey! You made it!" PJ diverted from their original path and ran over to give the much taller boy a greeting hug. Then they stepped back and observed Cody's green unbuttoned shirt, a white tee underneath displayed with multicolored crystals and their names. "Which one's your favorite?" PJ asked, gesturing to his shirt before the two walked back over to the bug. They popped the trunk and pulled out the duffle of Peanut's items along with their own suitcase.
"Probably Moss Agate," Cody answered, watching as PJ struggled with the luggage, "It's good for grounding."
Then they entered the house, and Cody took in his surroundings, the sound of chatter coming from the other side of the house. PJ immediately took off up the stairs with the same grunts of exhaustion from earlier. "There's some empty rooms up here!"
Cody, wanting to see where his roomie was first, left his suitcase by the stairs and headed into the kitchen where the noise was. "Hey beautiful people!" He sung out, smiling at the group standing around the kitchen, shot glasses and liquor bottles already lining the island.
Popping open and sliding the door to retrieve his suitcase from the roomy back seat, Cody grabbed his backpack sitting next to it and slung it over his shoulder. Then he pulled the clearly well-traveled suitcase out and slid the door shut. He could already hear the sound of party hoots from the open and close of the front door, the short androgynous-looking fella coming out from within. They jogged down the driveway wearing a roomy tie-dye sweatshirt and jeans, and they were moving towards the yellow bug that was unshockingly theirs.
"Cody! Hey! You made it!" PJ diverted from their original path and ran over to give the much taller boy a greeting hug. Then they stepped back and observed Cody's green unbuttoned shirt, a white tee underneath displayed with multicolored crystals and their names. "Which one's your favorite?" PJ asked, gesturing to his shirt before the two walked back over to the bug. They popped the trunk and pulled out the duffle of Peanut's items along with their own suitcase.
"Probably Moss Agate," Cody answered, watching as PJ struggled with the luggage, "It's good for grounding."
Then they entered the house, and Cody took in his surroundings, the sound of chatter coming from the other side of the house. PJ immediately took off up the stairs with the same grunts of exhaustion from earlier. "There's some empty rooms up here!"
Cody, wanting to see where his roomie was first, left his suitcase by the stairs and headed into the kitchen where the noise was. "Hey beautiful people!" He sung out, smiling at the group standing around the kitchen, shot glasses and liquor bottles already lining the island.
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Amy set about unpacking some of her things to procrastinate going back downstairs alone. The others had wasted no time launching into party mode - most of them hadn't even bothered to explore the rest of the house! Honestly, she envied them. These were the kind of situations where she found it hard to gauge how to be. It seemed to come so intuitively to the everyone else. Matching their energy would be the easy option, but she hadn't planned to be doing shots right off the back. Although maybe that liquid courage was what she needed.
The whisky lying in her suitcase was taunting her. She tentatively picked it up, looked at it for a long moment, and… put it back before redirecting her attention to the orange ball of fluff of PJ’s bed. “You know, Peanut,” she signed, perching herself next to him. “I want to have fun this week. I really do.” She absentmindedly scratched him behind the ear, her anxiety easing when he leant into her touch and began to purr. “It's just- I just feel kinda lost. Like the part of me that's supposed to know how is missing, I guess. I'm lucky to be here so I don't want to spend the whole time being scared to make the most of it, you know?”
Her heart-to-heart with the cat was interrupted by PJ's grunts of effort from down the hallway. Amy went to see if she could help with the load. “Here, lemme get that.” She alleviated them from the duffle bag before pausing to listen to the bustle downstairs. Excited chatter, Seth yelling again, the clinking of glasses, more yelling. Someone seemed to be sneezing up a storm, too. She didn't think much of it until she realised that the bag, decorated with many little orange hairs, must have been Peanut's things.
Ohhh.
She set the bag at the foot of the bed and turned back to PJ. “You don't think anyone's allergic to cats, do you?”
2amSnow
The whisky lying in her suitcase was taunting her. She tentatively picked it up, looked at it for a long moment, and… put it back before redirecting her attention to the orange ball of fluff of PJ’s bed. “You know, Peanut,” she signed, perching herself next to him. “I want to have fun this week. I really do.” She absentmindedly scratched him behind the ear, her anxiety easing when he leant into her touch and began to purr. “It's just- I just feel kinda lost. Like the part of me that's supposed to know how is missing, I guess. I'm lucky to be here so I don't want to spend the whole time being scared to make the most of it, you know?”
Her heart-to-heart with the cat was interrupted by PJ's grunts of effort from down the hallway. Amy went to see if she could help with the load. “Here, lemme get that.” She alleviated them from the duffle bag before pausing to listen to the bustle downstairs. Excited chatter, Seth yelling again, the clinking of glasses, more yelling. Someone seemed to be sneezing up a storm, too. She didn't think much of it until she realised that the bag, decorated with many little orange hairs, must have been Peanut's things.
Ohhh.
She set the bag at the foot of the bed and turned back to PJ. “You don't think anyone's allergic to cats, do you?”
2amSnow
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PJ set their suitcase down and bent over, hands on their knees, still trying to catch their breath after the physical activity. "Man, I have got to start working out more." Then turning their attention to the the cat on the bed, PJ looked from Peanut to Amy with a look that simply said oops and a shrug. "I hope not."
Another sneeze.
"I'm sure they've got some allergy pills laying around this place somewhere, right?" They scratched their head and with a nervous chuckle before PJ unzipped the green duffle, taking out the bowls, food, and cat toys. They sprawled the toys in various places around the room and grabbed their water bottle from the nightstand to pour some of its contents into one of Peanut's bowls. Then PJ sprinkled a hefty portion of kibble into the other bowl. After saving the litter box for last, they peeled off the adhesive that held the clean litter secure. Now a fully functioning and disposable bathroom for their favorite boy, PJ set up the litter box in the corner of the room.
"Don't worry, I scoop it, like, twice a day." They commented, a twinge of guilt for making Amy have to live with a litter box for the next week. "I feel bad but my mom works so much. Plus, you know he gets scared being alone." PJ picked up the cat, their soft pets and scratches on the little guy's head causing an eruption of content, thundering purrs. Then they set the ball of fur back down on the bed and turned to Amy, hands on their hips and a smirk on their lips.
"So. You ready to finally join the fun, party animal?" A playful, yet sarcastic glint in their voice, PJ started towards the door. Then they stopped before heading out of the room, turning around and quickly scurrying over to their suitcase. They unzipped it and dug around a bit before retrieving the little baggie full of their favorite flower. "Okay, now, I'm ready."
Another sneeze.
"I'm sure they've got some allergy pills laying around this place somewhere, right?" They scratched their head and with a nervous chuckle before PJ unzipped the green duffle, taking out the bowls, food, and cat toys. They sprawled the toys in various places around the room and grabbed their water bottle from the nightstand to pour some of its contents into one of Peanut's bowls. Then PJ sprinkled a hefty portion of kibble into the other bowl. After saving the litter box for last, they peeled off the adhesive that held the clean litter secure. Now a fully functioning and disposable bathroom for their favorite boy, PJ set up the litter box in the corner of the room.
"Don't worry, I scoop it, like, twice a day." They commented, a twinge of guilt for making Amy have to live with a litter box for the next week. "I feel bad but my mom works so much. Plus, you know he gets scared being alone." PJ picked up the cat, their soft pets and scratches on the little guy's head causing an eruption of content, thundering purrs. Then they set the ball of fur back down on the bed and turned to Amy, hands on their hips and a smirk on their lips.
"So. You ready to finally join the fun, party animal?" A playful, yet sarcastic glint in their voice, PJ started towards the door. Then they stopped before heading out of the room, turning around and quickly scurrying over to their suitcase. They unzipped it and dug around a bit before retrieving the little baggie full of their favorite flower. "Okay, now, I'm ready."
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2amSnow
making cookies
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Cody let out a joyful chuckle as he steadied himself and the shorter, purple-haired girl after she'd attacked him with an excited hug.
"Bellaaaa! Where the hell have you been, loca?" He joked, impersonating Jacob Black from Twilight surprisingly well as he squeezed her in return, lifting her up off her feet. He then set her down and moved round the room to greet the rest of the gang that had already got the party started.
"A hot tub? When we have the ocean in our very backyard, free and open for the taking?!" Cody shook his head and chuckled. "Fine, let's fire the sucker up. But first.." He reached for an empty shot glass on the island and handed the bottle of rum to Vee. "I'm not much of a drinker as I am a stoner but hey, when in Rome." He had full intentions on getting a little cross-faded at least once on this trip.
"Pour me a shot, Vee?" He asked with a smirk. He watched as she gleefully filled the glass to the brim for him, glad to match his eagerness to stray from sobriety. He tossed the shot back and made a face, clearly not used to the taste, which earned him some laughs. His face broke out in a smile as he shook his head and stuck his tongue out. "Gross."
Nothing made him happier than hanging around friends, all having a good time. Well, that, and the freshly packed bowl of a bong. Cody was just excited to be there, ready to get astronomically high and go for a swim. He couldn't wait for the sun to set, already anticipating the gorgeous California hues. He lived for salty hair and the cool ocean water on his skin, and he planned to soak up every second of it.
"C'mon Bells." Remembering her request for help, he stepped towards the slider door that led them out into the marine layer. "After that drive I can't wait to spark up. Speaking of which, where is Seth? Thought he'd already be all over that."
"Bellaaaa! Where the hell have you been, loca?" He joked, impersonating Jacob Black from Twilight surprisingly well as he squeezed her in return, lifting her up off her feet. He then set her down and moved round the room to greet the rest of the gang that had already got the party started.
"A hot tub? When we have the ocean in our very backyard, free and open for the taking?!" Cody shook his head and chuckled. "Fine, let's fire the sucker up. But first.." He reached for an empty shot glass on the island and handed the bottle of rum to Vee. "I'm not much of a drinker as I am a stoner but hey, when in Rome." He had full intentions on getting a little cross-faded at least once on this trip.
"Pour me a shot, Vee?" He asked with a smirk. He watched as she gleefully filled the glass to the brim for him, glad to match his eagerness to stray from sobriety. He tossed the shot back and made a face, clearly not used to the taste, which earned him some laughs. His face broke out in a smile as he shook his head and stuck his tongue out. "Gross."
Nothing made him happier than hanging around friends, all having a good time. Well, that, and the freshly packed bowl of a bong. Cody was just excited to be there, ready to get astronomically high and go for a swim. He couldn't wait for the sun to set, already anticipating the gorgeous California hues. He lived for salty hair and the cool ocean water on his skin, and he planned to soak up every second of it.
"C'mon Bells." Remembering her request for help, he stepped towards the slider door that led them out into the marine layer. "After that drive I can't wait to spark up. Speaking of which, where is Seth? Thought he'd already be all over that."
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Mother of Tiny Lions
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Vee wiped the strawberry off her face, and poured a shot for Cody. She didn’t know him well, but she knew he was hot. She watched him intently as he made a face at the shot, laughing along with the rest of them at his reaction.
“I’m going to turn on the hot tub… after one more shot, but save some for me!” she said with a wink at Cody, collecting several glasses and filling them all without asking - all tequila, too. She passed them out to everyone standing around the island, especially Bella, who she knew probably wouldn’t drink it regardless. She raised her glass and took the shot with a smoothness that even she was proud of, before smacking the glass back down on the counter, again.
She took a bottle of dark cola out of the fridge then, mixing it in a new glass with some rum and ice, before making her way to the back door. She was definitely interested in getting in the hot tub with Seth - and Cody too, if he wanted to. The mental image was hot, say to say the least.
The shots were making her warm already, that was for sure, but nothing she couldn’t handle - and really it didn’t register on the ‘drunk scale’, yet. She was too experienced a drinker for that. She set her glass down on a nearby table as she walked up to the hot tub, messing around with the buttons (she did not know what she was doing) until the jets came on - too aggressively. The water splashed everywhere, and she screamed, getting soaked as she fumbled around with the buttons to figure out how to lower the jet power.
It took her a few moments, but she got there, sighing as the water rumbled instead of exploded. “Hot tubs on!” she yelled from outside, hoping Seth could hear.
okay this post feels awkward but tbh I was overwhelmed and needed to reset Vee after my hiatus so I knew WTF was going on in the RP anymore lmao. Love the chaos thoughhhhhh
“I’m going to turn on the hot tub… after one more shot, but save some for me!” she said with a wink at Cody, collecting several glasses and filling them all without asking - all tequila, too. She passed them out to everyone standing around the island, especially Bella, who she knew probably wouldn’t drink it regardless. She raised her glass and took the shot with a smoothness that even she was proud of, before smacking the glass back down on the counter, again.
She took a bottle of dark cola out of the fridge then, mixing it in a new glass with some rum and ice, before making her way to the back door. She was definitely interested in getting in the hot tub with Seth - and Cody too, if he wanted to. The mental image was hot, say to say the least.
The shots were making her warm already, that was for sure, but nothing she couldn’t handle - and really it didn’t register on the ‘drunk scale’, yet. She was too experienced a drinker for that. She set her glass down on a nearby table as she walked up to the hot tub, messing around with the buttons (she did not know what she was doing) until the jets came on - too aggressively. The water splashed everywhere, and she screamed, getting soaked as she fumbled around with the buttons to figure out how to lower the jet power.
It took her a few moments, but she got there, sighing as the water rumbled instead of exploded. “Hot tubs on!” she yelled from outside, hoping Seth could hear.
okay this post feels awkward but tbh I was overwhelmed and needed to reset Vee after my hiatus so I knew WTF was going on in the RP anymore lmao. Love the chaos thoughhhhhh
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SETH LENSET
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A perfectly rolled joint hung from his lips as Seth hunched over his computer, fully immersed in what he was doing. The third track on his album slogged by, the frustrated musician shaking his head in disbelief. He muttered to himself, the joint shaking as if caught in an earthquake, desperately clinging onto his lips as he did.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong," he muttered with a sigh, "the tempo is all fucked up between the guitars and keyboard. And my bass line is walking to fucking nowhere."
He leaned back and groaned, running a hand through his longish hair, feeling strands flinging themselves back into place on his head like soldiers snapping to attention.
From outside, Seth heard Vee call out. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Five minutes? Ten? All he knew was that he was still dreadfully sober, and that simply couldn't last. With long strides and bounding steps, Seth rushed out of the office and upstairs to where the porch side hot tub was. He could hear the jets pushing the water around in a furious bubbling.
Seth walked up behind Vee, putting one hand on her hip and leaning over her shoulder with a sly grin.
"Getting wet without me? You're no fun." He said, plucking the joint fresh from his lips and handing it to Vee.
Without further hesitation, Seth climbed into the hot tub. He plucked another joint from behind his ear, smiling sheepishly at Vee.
"Cmon everyone! We ain't gonna wait on you forever!" Seth called out, sparking up the joint.
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]A perfectly rolled joint hung from his lips as Seth hunched over his computer, fully immersed in what he was doing. The third track on his album slogged by, the frustrated musician shaking his head in disbelief. He muttered to himself, the joint shaking as if caught in an earthquake, desperately clinging onto his lips as he did.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong," he muttered with a sigh, "the tempo is all fucked up between the guitars and keyboard. And my bass line is walking to fucking nowhere."
He leaned back and groaned, running a hand through his longish hair, feeling strands flinging themselves back into place on his head like soldiers snapping to attention.
From outside, Seth heard Vee call out. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Five minutes? Ten? All he knew was that he was still dreadfully sober, and that simply couldn't last. With long strides and bounding steps, Seth rushed out of the office and upstairs to where the porch side hot tub was. He could hear the jets pushing the water around in a furious bubbling.
Seth walked up behind Vee, putting one hand on her hip and leaning over her shoulder with a sly grin.
"Getting wet without me? You're no fun." He said, plucking the joint fresh from his lips and handing it to Vee.
Without further hesitation, Seth climbed into the hot tub. He plucked another joint from behind his ear, smiling sheepishly at Vee.
"Cmon everyone! We ain't gonna wait on you forever!" Seth called out, sparking up the joint.
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Mati walked into the kitchen at just the right time—right as Vee shouted “Catch up, bitches!” and slammed a shot glass down like she’d just won the Tequila Olympics. The place was already buzzing with chaos: bottles everywhere, Cody taking a shot like it personally betrayed him, Bella perched on the counter with Beck sneezing his soul out beside her, and Vee… eating strawberries like they were a religious experience.
He blinked, holding the rice cooker like it had answers.
"Why the hell do you have a rice cooker?" Vee asked, juice dripping from her chin like this was some kind of feral vineyard photoshoot.
Mati just grinned, setting it on the counter with a dramatic clunk.
“Eugene gave it to me. Said to make rice.” He paused, shrugging. “I said I’d start it. Didn’t say I’d finish it.”
He watched Vee basically devour a strawberry and announce it was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and Mati chuckled, grabbing one for himself. “Damn. That is suspiciously good,” he said after a bite, licking juice off his thumb. “This rich people fridge is definitely hiding caviar or something. I will find it.”
Then Vee was pouring shots again, tequila going out to everyone like she was a chaotic Oprah, and the energy was rising fast. Cody looked like he was on the verge of discovering religion through alcohol, Bella was probably about to bully someone into drinking a fourth shot, and Seth—loud, ridiculous Seth—was hollering about hot tubs like a man possessed.
Mati didn’t even hesitate. He pointed a finger lazily at the rice cooker. “Alright, rice… do your thing.” He looked up at Vee and Bella, deadpan. “If this thing burns, I’m blaming capitalism.”
Then he turned toward the door, raising his voice. “Seth! I'm on my way, man!” “Save me a seat and don’t hog the joint!”
As he grabbed his hoodie and made for the porch, he muttered mostly to himself, but loud enough for anyone paying attention:
“Eugene's my best friend. You’d think he’d know better than to trust me with food.”
And with that, Mati disappeared out the back, ready to hotbox in luxury.
He blinked, holding the rice cooker like it had answers.
"Why the hell do you have a rice cooker?" Vee asked, juice dripping from her chin like this was some kind of feral vineyard photoshoot.
Mati just grinned, setting it on the counter with a dramatic clunk.
“Eugene gave it to me. Said to make rice.” He paused, shrugging. “I said I’d start it. Didn’t say I’d finish it.”
He watched Vee basically devour a strawberry and announce it was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and Mati chuckled, grabbing one for himself. “Damn. That is suspiciously good,” he said after a bite, licking juice off his thumb. “This rich people fridge is definitely hiding caviar or something. I will find it.”
Then Vee was pouring shots again, tequila going out to everyone like she was a chaotic Oprah, and the energy was rising fast. Cody looked like he was on the verge of discovering religion through alcohol, Bella was probably about to bully someone into drinking a fourth shot, and Seth—loud, ridiculous Seth—was hollering about hot tubs like a man possessed.
Mati didn’t even hesitate. He pointed a finger lazily at the rice cooker. “Alright, rice… do your thing.” He looked up at Vee and Bella, deadpan. “If this thing burns, I’m blaming capitalism.”
Then he turned toward the door, raising his voice. “Seth! I'm on my way, man!” “Save me a seat and don’t hog the joint!”
As he grabbed his hoodie and made for the porch, he muttered mostly to himself, but loud enough for anyone paying attention:
“Eugene's my best friend. You’d think he’d know better than to trust me with food.”
And with that, Mati disappeared out the back, ready to hotbox in luxury.
2amSnow
making cookies
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The warmth of the tequila settled in Cody's chest after taking his second shot with the rest of the gang. This one was even worse than the first, less sweet than rum. But he didn't mind the heat that came along with the bitter taste in his mouth. He was used to the burn in his throat anyway from how much he smoked. He picked up the bottle of tequila and studied the label as Mati attempted to figure out the rice cooker beside him.
"I guess rice is good to have around to soak up all the alcohol?" Cody noted with a shrug as he watched Mati hit start on the appliance.
The kitchen had begun to empty as they heard Seth's voice yelling from outside. The christening of an unforgettable vacation with their first joint bringing the teens out into the moisture-thick air. Cody jogged over to his suitcase by the stairs and laid it down, unzipping it and retrieving a sweater-wrapped bong. He then grabbed his 'smoke bag' full of anything and everything he'd need to pack a bowl and set it down on the ground next to the suitcase. He unrolled the glass bong from the safety of the clothing, replacing the sweatshirt inside the bag. Lastly, he pulled a pair of swim trunks out and zipped the bag back up. He ran off to find an empty room to change in before hurrying outside to join his friends in the ocean breeze.
"Sparking those up without me?" He smirked after his voice held faux offense, heading over to the hot tub to dap Seth up from inside the water.
He watched as the joints made their way around the circle, and he puffed off of them twice each time they made their way back to him. Then, he'd hand it off to the next person in the rotation. "This is the fuckin' life." Cody said with a grin on his face as the clouds surrounded them, beginning to feel his body relax into the good vibes.
"I guess rice is good to have around to soak up all the alcohol?" Cody noted with a shrug as he watched Mati hit start on the appliance.
The kitchen had begun to empty as they heard Seth's voice yelling from outside. The christening of an unforgettable vacation with their first joint bringing the teens out into the moisture-thick air. Cody jogged over to his suitcase by the stairs and laid it down, unzipping it and retrieving a sweater-wrapped bong. He then grabbed his 'smoke bag' full of anything and everything he'd need to pack a bowl and set it down on the ground next to the suitcase. He unrolled the glass bong from the safety of the clothing, replacing the sweatshirt inside the bag. Lastly, he pulled a pair of swim trunks out and zipped the bag back up. He ran off to find an empty room to change in before hurrying outside to join his friends in the ocean breeze.
"Sparking those up without me?" He smirked after his voice held faux offense, heading over to the hot tub to dap Seth up from inside the water.
He watched as the joints made their way around the circle, and he puffed off of them twice each time they made their way back to him. Then, he'd hand it off to the next person in the rotation. "This is the fuckin' life." Cody said with a grin on his face as the clouds surrounded them, beginning to feel his body relax into the good vibes.
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"I'm sure they've got some allergy pills laying around this place somewhere, right?"
“Come to think of it, I probably have some in here…” Amy, in slight disbelief that it was the second time she might’ve needed it since arriving, started to rummage through her first aid kit. Band aids, painkillers, disinfectant wipes... “Yep, got ‘em!” she triumphantly raised a small box of antihistamines. By no means enough to last a whole week, but hopefully provide some temporary relief for, uh… who was it actually?
“Honestly, I’m still trying to process that he’s even with us,” she gestured to Peanut. “I love my furry godson*, though.” She watched the two of them, a warm fondness in her chest.
"So. You ready to finally join the fun, party animal?"
Amy rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
She followed PJ downstairs, antihistamines in hand. As expected, it was easy enough to figure out who was succumbing to death-by-cat. Poor Beck did not look impressed with the situation. She hardly knew him, so maybe this would be a good way to build bridges. She approached, hopefully appearing less tentative than she felt.
“I don’t suppose you’re allergic to cats? You, uh, might want these.” She offered the box of pills. “Before you ask, not my cat! Don’t shoot the messenger ‘n all that,” she added with a nervous laugh.
*Amy is not religious, but it’s a fitting term for her relationship with the fluffy boy!
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“Come to think of it, I probably have some in here…” Amy, in slight disbelief that it was the second time she might’ve needed it since arriving, started to rummage through her first aid kit. Band aids, painkillers, disinfectant wipes... “Yep, got ‘em!” she triumphantly raised a small box of antihistamines. By no means enough to last a whole week, but hopefully provide some temporary relief for, uh… who was it actually?
“Honestly, I’m still trying to process that he’s even with us,” she gestured to Peanut. “I love my furry godson*, though.” She watched the two of them, a warm fondness in her chest.
"So. You ready to finally join the fun, party animal?"
Amy rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
She followed PJ downstairs, antihistamines in hand. As expected, it was easy enough to figure out who was succumbing to death-by-cat. Poor Beck did not look impressed with the situation. She hardly knew him, so maybe this would be a good way to build bridges. She approached, hopefully appearing less tentative than she felt.
“I don’t suppose you’re allergic to cats? You, uh, might want these.” She offered the box of pills. “Before you ask, not my cat! Don’t shoot the messenger ‘n all that,” she added with a nervous laugh.
*Amy is not religious, but it’s a fitting term for her relationship with the fluffy boy!
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2amSnow
making cookies
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PJ hurried past a sneezing Beck toward the island in the kitchen, their eyes dancing from bottle to bottle as they pondered where they wanted to start first. "Not your cat?" PJ repeated with an arched brow, overhearing Amy already playing doctor for the second time since their arrival. They unscrewed the cap to one of the bottles of flavored vodka. Strawberry Smirnoff. A cheap but effective classic. "Mm. Wait til I tell your godson you said that."
"Ah, fuck. I forgot the Strawberries n' cream Dr. Pepper." PJ bolted out of the kitchen, fast little footsteps stomping up to the second story. Then a moment of silence before the same series of hurried stomps brought PJ back into the kitchen with a few pink and black cans in their arms. "I'd simply pop off if I had forgotten to bring my favorite soda." Then the curly haired human got to work on finding an empty glass, filling it with ice from the freezer and pouring three-fingers worth of vodka on the rocks. PJ then cracked open the can of soda and topped off the liquor, crafting their go-to cocktail. They dipped their finger into the cool beverage to give it a quick stir before they licked it clean, bringing the glass up to their lips and taking a big gulp.
"Where the heck did everybody go?" PJ asked after finding the opened pack of strawberries and chomping down on one. "Outside?" Suddenly the sweet earthy smell of cannabis rolled into the room through the crack in the slider door. "Oooh, that's my cue." Holding their drink in one hand and swiping their little baggie of buds off the island with the other, PJ made their way outside to join the rest of the gang.
"Sharing is caring." PJ smirked, holding up the bud they brought and taking another sip of their strawberry concoction. "What strain did you roll?" They leaned against the hot tub, not dressed to swim yet. The drink would likely give them the push they needed to go from being dry to wet. They looked straight at Seth as the joint made its way to them, PJ knowing his specific way of rolling spliffs from anywhere. They handed over the bag to Cody and inhaled the smoke, holding it deep in their lungs for a couple relieving seconds before exhaling it into the air.
"Aw, you didn't have to bring any, P. I brought enough to green out Snoop Dogg." Cody smiled at his shorter friend as he sat in a chair next to the jacuzzi, still trying to be apart of the circle. "Besides, whatever you brought you got from me, anyway." Cody teased, retrieving a small rolling tray from the little backpack beside him, and topping it with a grinder, ash jar, de-bowling tool, and of course, weed. He used his lap as a desk as he began grinding up herb with practiced ease, picking up and loading up a bowl in the bong he brought as PJ watched like Santa had just come down the chimney with a sack full of presents.
"Ah, fuck. I forgot the Strawberries n' cream Dr. Pepper." PJ bolted out of the kitchen, fast little footsteps stomping up to the second story. Then a moment of silence before the same series of hurried stomps brought PJ back into the kitchen with a few pink and black cans in their arms. "I'd simply pop off if I had forgotten to bring my favorite soda." Then the curly haired human got to work on finding an empty glass, filling it with ice from the freezer and pouring three-fingers worth of vodka on the rocks. PJ then cracked open the can of soda and topped off the liquor, crafting their go-to cocktail. They dipped their finger into the cool beverage to give it a quick stir before they licked it clean, bringing the glass up to their lips and taking a big gulp.
"Where the heck did everybody go?" PJ asked after finding the opened pack of strawberries and chomping down on one. "Outside?" Suddenly the sweet earthy smell of cannabis rolled into the room through the crack in the slider door. "Oooh, that's my cue." Holding their drink in one hand and swiping their little baggie of buds off the island with the other, PJ made their way outside to join the rest of the gang.
"Sharing is caring." PJ smirked, holding up the bud they brought and taking another sip of their strawberry concoction. "What strain did you roll?" They leaned against the hot tub, not dressed to swim yet. The drink would likely give them the push they needed to go from being dry to wet. They looked straight at Seth as the joint made its way to them, PJ knowing his specific way of rolling spliffs from anywhere. They handed over the bag to Cody and inhaled the smoke, holding it deep in their lungs for a couple relieving seconds before exhaling it into the air.
"Aw, you didn't have to bring any, P. I brought enough to green out Snoop Dogg." Cody smiled at his shorter friend as he sat in a chair next to the jacuzzi, still trying to be apart of the circle. "Besides, whatever you brought you got from me, anyway." Cody teased, retrieving a small rolling tray from the little backpack beside him, and topping it with a grinder, ash jar, de-bowling tool, and of course, weed. He used his lap as a desk as he began grinding up herb with practiced ease, picking up and loading up a bowl in the bong he brought as PJ watched like Santa had just come down the chimney with a sack full of presents.
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Vee grinned at Seth, taking the joint from him. She placed it between her lips, inhaling the smoke while she watched him get into the hot tub - perhaps a little too closely. She held it for a moment, before blowing it out through pursed lips. “Hey, it’s not my fault that the tub had a vendetta against me,” she looked down at her clothes - they were soaking wet. She hadn’t worn a bathing suit underneath, which she now realized was a mistake, but internally shrugged anyway. It wasn’t like underwear was much different, right?
Before Vee could take off her clothes, Mati, Cody, and PJ joined the two outside. Vee sighed internally - of course PJ was there to ruin her moment. Again, she didn’t have anything against them, it was just the lingering thing that was going on between them and Seth wasn’t really conducive to Vee getting some alone time with him.
Fuck it, she thought. It’s not like they were together. Vee passed off her joint to whoever had open hands, and began taking off her clothes. Her underwear was black, thankfully, otherwise she would’ve had to think twice about if she was going to show off all the goods if she took off her clothes. Without much of a second thought, she climbed in the hot tub, sitting close to Seth, but not touching. No need to start drama so early in the evening.
"PJ!" Vee said, once she was in the hot tub, "Rock paper scissors - if I win, you have to go get the snack tray from inside," she said, holding a fist above her open hand, in the universal rock paper scissors position.
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Before Vee could take off her clothes, Mati, Cody, and PJ joined the two outside. Vee sighed internally - of course PJ was there to ruin her moment. Again, she didn’t have anything against them, it was just the lingering thing that was going on between them and Seth wasn’t really conducive to Vee getting some alone time with him.
Fuck it, she thought. It’s not like they were together. Vee passed off her joint to whoever had open hands, and began taking off her clothes. Her underwear was black, thankfully, otherwise she would’ve had to think twice about if she was going to show off all the goods if she took off her clothes. Without much of a second thought, she climbed in the hot tub, sitting close to Seth, but not touching. No need to start drama so early in the evening.
"PJ!" Vee said, once she was in the hot tub, "Rock paper scissors - if I win, you have to go get the snack tray from inside," she said, holding a fist above her open hand, in the universal rock paper scissors position.
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Lost in a sneezing fit, Beck barely noticed the girls leaving him behind. “Fuck my life,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes.Even though the house looked clean and extravagant, who knew how long it had been sitting unused? Dust had to be getting kicked up, or maybe something else was messing with him.
When he finally opened his eyes after purging the dust, an unknown person was standing in front of him. Before he could ask her what her issue was she spoke, “I don’t suppose you’re allergic to cats? You, uh, might want these. Before you ask, not my cat! Don’t shoot the messenger ‘n all that.’
Beck checked out the pillbox in her hands with a raised brow as his nose started to tickle. “I don’t know if I’m allergic to c-” He shoved his face into his arm just as he started another round of sneezing.
“For fuck’s sake!” he grumbled, snatching the pillbox from her. With zero patience, he popped it open, grabbed a pill, and tossed it onto his tongue. Looking around, the only liquid he found was a shot glass. Shrugging, he grabbed it and knocked back the alcohol to wash the pill down. Probably shouldn’t mix pills and booze, but what the fuck ever. How the hell was no one else affected??
Beck grabbed the box now on the counter and examined it before looking at PJ. “You just carry this around with you?” His brow rose in question as he added, “You know, for not having a cat and all.”
Then it occurred to him - why was there a cat here anyway? Who would bring a pet on vacation with them? His face twisted in confusion as he thought about it. Animals weren’t his thing. Never had been. Even though a shit ton of them roamed his trailer lot, he never really dealt with them. Which raised even more questions. He never sneezed like this at home. This fucker contaminating the house had to be a mutant. The cat, obviously, but maybe this chick too.
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When he finally opened his eyes after purging the dust, an unknown person was standing in front of him. Before he could ask her what her issue was she spoke, “I don’t suppose you’re allergic to cats? You, uh, might want these. Before you ask, not my cat! Don’t shoot the messenger ‘n all that.’
Beck checked out the pillbox in her hands with a raised brow as his nose started to tickle. “I don’t know if I’m allergic to c-” He shoved his face into his arm just as he started another round of sneezing.
“For fuck’s sake!” he grumbled, snatching the pillbox from her. With zero patience, he popped it open, grabbed a pill, and tossed it onto his tongue. Looking around, the only liquid he found was a shot glass. Shrugging, he grabbed it and knocked back the alcohol to wash the pill down. Probably shouldn’t mix pills and booze, but what the fuck ever. How the hell was no one else affected??
Beck grabbed the box now on the counter and examined it before looking at PJ. “You just carry this around with you?” His brow rose in question as he added, “You know, for not having a cat and all.”
Then it occurred to him - why was there a cat here anyway? Who would bring a pet on vacation with them? His face twisted in confusion as he thought about it. Animals weren’t his thing. Never had been. Even though a shit ton of them roamed his trailer lot, he never really dealt with them. Which raised even more questions. He never sneezed like this at home. This fucker contaminating the house had to be a mutant. The cat, obviously, but maybe this chick too.
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SETH LENSET:
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“Hey, it’s not my fault that the tub had a vendetta against me.” Vee said, exhaling smoke through pursed lips as she looked at her soaked clothes. Seth made sure to inspect the damage too, just in case she missed anything.
“Seth! I'm on my way, man!” Mati called to him from inside. “Save me a seat and don’t hog the joint!”
In like a rushing wave, Mati, Cody, and PJ all wandered out toward the hot tub one-by-one after the other. Seth couldn't feel quite so bummed considering he'd hung out the invitation for everyone to join—of course they were going to. If he wanted some alone time with Vee, well, they'd just have to carve that time out for themselves. At least she looked almost as bummed as he felt.
"Sparking those up without me?" Cody asked in mock hurt as he held out his fist for Seth to dap. Seth obliged of course, handing his second joint over to Cody as Vee handed the first over to Mati. The joints passed around, one making its way back to Seth as Cody grinned. "This is the fuckin' life."
PJ came out last, holding up their own baggy of weed just begging to be smoked.
"Sharing is caring." PJ smirked as they leaned over the hot tub. Cody handed one of Seth's spliffs to them, looking Seth straight in the eye as they asked, "What strain did you roll?"
"Aw, you didn't have to bring any, P. I brought enough to green out Snoop Dogg," Cody smiled at PJ. Seth tried to ignore how much that annoyed him. Cody smiled at everybody, he was just a happy stoner dude, right? Even if it wasn't just that why the fuck was it bothering Seth anyway? He slid down into the tub, sinking down to his shoulders, letting the aqua jets blast into his shoulder blades like makeshift massage guns. "Besides, whatever you brought you got from me, anyway."
"It's chem dawg and, fuck, I think like mandarin cookies or some shit," Seth responded with a forgetful shrug, holding PJ's eye contact as long as they held it with him. Once the weed was in his possession and ready to get him high, he didn't really care what the hell it was called. He nodded over at Cody, who'd set his lap up as a makeshift workshop to grind bud and prepare a bong, "Probably summa the same shit Cody's got over there, ya?"
Vee seemed to shake off her own uncertainty, having smoked silently for a bit while everyone settled in outside, when suddenly she tore off her clothes like a girl possessed—showing off a tasteful black underwear set and rolling with it as if it were a bathing suit. Seth eyed her for just a second with a carnal attraction before remembering PJ was right there. He looked over to them, suddenly hoping now that their attention was turned to Cody and not on him as he ogled another woman. Vee climbed into the hot tub and got next to Seth, though maintained an appropriate distance, clearly also caught up on the awkwardness with PJ. Still with plenty of room in the tub, Seth sprawled out just a bit, slinging his legs over Vee's lap and stretching out his arms across the edge of the hot tub—his right arm behind Vee, his left open for the moment.
"PJ!" Vee said suddenly. "Rock paper scissors - if I win, you have to go get the snack tray from inside."
"Ah c'mon Vee, they just got out here, aren't there still people inside?" Seth said, pausing for a split second as a joint came to him. He hit it once and waved, as if dismissing himself. "Oh fuck it I can't offend the sanctity of a rock-paper-scissors challenge..."
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]“Hey, it’s not my fault that the tub had a vendetta against me.” Vee said, exhaling smoke through pursed lips as she looked at her soaked clothes. Seth made sure to inspect the damage too, just in case she missed anything.
“Seth! I'm on my way, man!” Mati called to him from inside. “Save me a seat and don’t hog the joint!”
In like a rushing wave, Mati, Cody, and PJ all wandered out toward the hot tub one-by-one after the other. Seth couldn't feel quite so bummed considering he'd hung out the invitation for everyone to join—of course they were going to. If he wanted some alone time with Vee, well, they'd just have to carve that time out for themselves. At least she looked almost as bummed as he felt.
"Sparking those up without me?" Cody asked in mock hurt as he held out his fist for Seth to dap. Seth obliged of course, handing his second joint over to Cody as Vee handed the first over to Mati. The joints passed around, one making its way back to Seth as Cody grinned. "This is the fuckin' life."
PJ came out last, holding up their own baggy of weed just begging to be smoked.
"Sharing is caring." PJ smirked as they leaned over the hot tub. Cody handed one of Seth's spliffs to them, looking Seth straight in the eye as they asked, "What strain did you roll?"
"Aw, you didn't have to bring any, P. I brought enough to green out Snoop Dogg," Cody smiled at PJ. Seth tried to ignore how much that annoyed him. Cody smiled at everybody, he was just a happy stoner dude, right? Even if it wasn't just that why the fuck was it bothering Seth anyway? He slid down into the tub, sinking down to his shoulders, letting the aqua jets blast into his shoulder blades like makeshift massage guns. "Besides, whatever you brought you got from me, anyway."
"It's chem dawg and, fuck, I think like mandarin cookies or some shit," Seth responded with a forgetful shrug, holding PJ's eye contact as long as they held it with him. Once the weed was in his possession and ready to get him high, he didn't really care what the hell it was called. He nodded over at Cody, who'd set his lap up as a makeshift workshop to grind bud and prepare a bong, "Probably summa the same shit Cody's got over there, ya?"
Vee seemed to shake off her own uncertainty, having smoked silently for a bit while everyone settled in outside, when suddenly she tore off her clothes like a girl possessed—showing off a tasteful black underwear set and rolling with it as if it were a bathing suit. Seth eyed her for just a second with a carnal attraction before remembering PJ was right there. He looked over to them, suddenly hoping now that their attention was turned to Cody and not on him as he ogled another woman. Vee climbed into the hot tub and got next to Seth, though maintained an appropriate distance, clearly also caught up on the awkwardness with PJ. Still with plenty of room in the tub, Seth sprawled out just a bit, slinging his legs over Vee's lap and stretching out his arms across the edge of the hot tub—his right arm behind Vee, his left open for the moment.
"PJ!" Vee said suddenly. "Rock paper scissors - if I win, you have to go get the snack tray from inside."
"Ah c'mon Vee, they just got out here, aren't there still people inside?" Seth said, pausing for a split second as a joint came to him. He hit it once and waved, as if dismissing himself. "Oh fuck it I can't offend the sanctity of a rock-paper-scissors challenge..."
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Mati stepped outside and was instantly hit with the warm ocean breeze, the thick scent of weed, and the kind of buzzing, sun-soaked energy that only came from good friends and bad decisions brewing. The hot tub was already bubbling like mad, Vee was half-drenched and in her underwear, Cody had taken over as the resident weed wizard, PJ was tossing out sarcastic commentary like it was currency, and Seth looked like he was living his best chaotic life.
“God damn, this is peak Summer Break behavior,” Mati muttered under his breath with a smirk.
He set his drink down on the nearby table, then without a shred of hesitation, reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, letting the golden warmth of the late afternoon sun settle against his skin. The chest piece tattoo spanning across his collarbones was bold and unapologetic—a tapestry of Native American tribal designs interwoven with Aztec and Mayan symbols, each line a connection to his roots.
The half sleeve down his right arm complemented it perfectly: angular patterns met swirling mythology, eagle feathers twisted around jaguar motifs, and at the center of his upper arm, a depiction of the sun stone glowed in fine blackwork. It was the kind of art you didn’t rush—each line carved with pride and purpose.
As he started unfastening his baggy jeans, he glanced around with zero shame.
“Listen, if you’re not comfortable seeing me in boxers that have seen more of this world than some of y’all have, now’s the time to look away.”
He kicked off the jeans, revealing plain black boxers that clung to him like they’d been through at least three lives and one near-death experience in a laundromat.
“They’re not designer, but they’ve got heart.”
With a lazy grin, he stepped into the hot tub, steam rising around him as he sank into the water.
The heat hit instantly—a full-body sigh kind of warmth that loosened his shoulders and chased off any lingering tension. He settled in next to Cody and Seth, arms stretched out across the edge of the tub like he was made for this moment.
Seth passed him a joint and Mati took it without a word, inhaling slow, exhaling slower.
“Now this… this is the life.”
He tipped his head back, eyes half-closed, the steam curling up around him while the sun still hovered low in the sky.
“Y’all got the weed, the hot tub, and PJ’s about to lose a snack run bet. I feel spiritually aligned.”
He passed the joint to whoever was next, a lazy grin still playing on his lips.
“Someone better start playing music before I have to beatbox through the vibes.”
The golden hour lit the water like a dream, casting highlights over the ink on his skin, the laughter bouncing off the porch, and the feeling of something that already felt legendary—and it was only the first day.
“God damn, this is peak Summer Break behavior,” Mati muttered under his breath with a smirk.
He set his drink down on the nearby table, then without a shred of hesitation, reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, letting the golden warmth of the late afternoon sun settle against his skin. The chest piece tattoo spanning across his collarbones was bold and unapologetic—a tapestry of Native American tribal designs interwoven with Aztec and Mayan symbols, each line a connection to his roots.
The half sleeve down his right arm complemented it perfectly: angular patterns met swirling mythology, eagle feathers twisted around jaguar motifs, and at the center of his upper arm, a depiction of the sun stone glowed in fine blackwork. It was the kind of art you didn’t rush—each line carved with pride and purpose.
As he started unfastening his baggy jeans, he glanced around with zero shame.
“Listen, if you’re not comfortable seeing me in boxers that have seen more of this world than some of y’all have, now’s the time to look away.”
He kicked off the jeans, revealing plain black boxers that clung to him like they’d been through at least three lives and one near-death experience in a laundromat.
“They’re not designer, but they’ve got heart.”
With a lazy grin, he stepped into the hot tub, steam rising around him as he sank into the water.
The heat hit instantly—a full-body sigh kind of warmth that loosened his shoulders and chased off any lingering tension. He settled in next to Cody and Seth, arms stretched out across the edge of the tub like he was made for this moment.
Seth passed him a joint and Mati took it without a word, inhaling slow, exhaling slower.
“Now this… this is the life.”
He tipped his head back, eyes half-closed, the steam curling up around him while the sun still hovered low in the sky.
“Y’all got the weed, the hot tub, and PJ’s about to lose a snack run bet. I feel spiritually aligned.”
He passed the joint to whoever was next, a lazy grin still playing on his lips.
“Someone better start playing music before I have to beatbox through the vibes.”
The golden hour lit the water like a dream, casting highlights over the ink on his skin, the laughter bouncing off the porch, and the feeling of something that already felt legendary—and it was only the first day.
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Suddenly, Eugene, Bella, and Jamison vanished - taking the memories of their presence with them. The only thing that remained was the rice cooker, still sitting on the counter.
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