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Teddy was covered from head to toe sweat. It was kinda an everyday thing after helping Pop Pop with all the chores. From letting out the girls out before the sun even rises. After the cows were let out Teddy would usually walk the stalls to make sure that all the cattle had enough food and water. After he would go in and have breakfast that Gram Gram would make. It was normally the same thing. A couple of scrambled eggs with a toasted bagel with cream cheese and a tall glass of milk. The milk that he would have tasted much sweeter, plus he knew that it was fresh milk. After breakfast he would help Pop Pop out with tasks while the cattle would graze in the pastures. After would come lunch then going to bring the cows in so they could start milking. This would go on for the rest of the afternoon.

That would be on a normal day, but today wasn't a normal day. Teddy had spent his whole day helping Pop Pop along with some of the farm hands clearing up the after affects of the storm that hit the town. It was a good thing that Pop Pop had just gotten a new tractor, or else it was going to take them a solid couple of days. They were able to clear out the few trees that had fallen over, and even set up the few posts that were knocked over. The farm honestly didn't take a huge hit. They were on the outskirts of the town and inland too. Teddy had helped up cleaning up the equipment at with in the milking stations. After everything was said and done and the farm was at a point where the cattle weren't going to escape and each station was cleaned, it was already past 6pm.

Teddy needed to shower and get ready. He couldn't help out at the beach due to the farm needing to be taken care of, but he could at least go and hang out with all his friends. He rushed into his grandparents house and instantly up the stairs to the bathroom. He took a shower. After he was done, dried off and dressed he went down to the kitchen when his Gram Gram was sitting at the table. She had made some dinner for both Pop Pop and Teddy. Teddy sat down and ate the food that was in front of him. He had a small conversation with his Gram Gram, telling her where he was going, and that he would be home later that night. It took her a while to accept it, but she let him go.

After he was done eating, he grabbed the keys to the old pick up. Before he left he went over to Gram Gram and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He told her that he would be safe, and he wasn't going to be drinking. He walked out the door and ran into Pop Pop. He talked with Pop Pop for a couple of minutes. Teddy told him that he was going to be going to see some friends down at the beach and that he would be back later. He told him that he loved him and gave him a giant hug. He walked down the stairs and got in the old pick up. He drove off down the road.

It took him a little bit to get down to the beach, one because the roads were still blocked off in some places, and police were directing traffic. When Teddy had finally arrived he saw a few people down on the beach. Teddy had climbed out of his truck and made his way down to the group of people. Teddy was a people person, and a lover. He gave out a few hugs. He saw a lot of people he knew. He would mingle with everyone, moving from group to group.

(He is open to any and all people.)
 
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While Ian hadn't really planned on ditching the cleanup halfway through Liz had made some valid points, and despite the somewhat...prickly nature of her outward personality, she was surprisingly charismatic. It wasn't rare for people to listen to his step sister and follow her around, granted sometimes that was out of fear, but that wasn't always the case. There must have been some sort of softness that some people could detect and gravitate towards. Ian doubted that Liz would have had a serious relationship if that wasn't the case. So, after much internal debate, the Evans boy found himself leaving the beach and making his way over to the old beater car that belonged to Liz.

Ian was surprised to find that he had snuck up on his stepsister. She was holding a hoodie in her hands and spacing out. He cleared his throat to announce his presence, startling her. While she never actually said it out loud Ian had a hunch that Liz still had feelings for Nomi. He knew why they split but he personally didn't understand it, so he'd been subtly implying that Liz should get back together with her ex. The youngest Bishop found that incredibly annoying.

Liz decided on a more unusual punishment for Ian's actions as opposed to the usual shoulder punch. She was forcing him to move the kegs that she was bringing to the party. He supposed it could have been a lot worse, after all anyone seeing him carrying the kegs might assume he brought them right? After loading them into Liz's car, Tatum picked him up for the coffee they had agreed to and together they arrived at the beach.

As the sun began to sink under the horizon Tatum pulled on Ian's wrist dragging him across the beach in search of Zach and Nomi. Until having a few drinks he tended to be a little shy, especially around new people, but his best friend was a great help in ensuring he was sociable. Tay knew far more people than he did and generally speaking people gravitated towards her, which in turn pulled people to him. Ian would always be grateful for everything the blonde had done for him and he did his best to try and pay it back. That's not to say he viewed their friendship as a business transaction, but he wanted to give back as much as he received.

The first to join the pair was Zach. Ian had met him at the same party that he had met Tatum. The couple were his first real friends in Parish Point. Strangely Ian wasn't as close to Zach as he was his girlfriend but they were still tight, and he definitely had both of their backs equally. He saw how others viewed the power couple and in particular the boyfriend. Ian knew there were those that didn't care for their relationship, but they didn't see what he saw. They didn't see how much they cared for each other. Sure there were problems, but that was true of any relationship.

The next to join was Colby. Ian was developing a friendship with him as well, after all if you're constantly buying coffee from someone you're bound to strike up a conversation eventually. He gave a nod to him but remained silent. He knew there was a sort of beef going on between Colby and Zach but knew very little about it. It was hard for Ian to take sides in arguments, especially between people he liked. His dad had always taught him to see both sides in a situation and the son did his best to do that.

When a girl Ian didn't really know that well joined the group he checked his phone and saw a message from Liz demanding he hurry up and fetch the kegs from her car. He waited to catch Tay's eye and when he did he tilted his head in the direction he'd be going so that she didn't think he was running off for no reason. He made his way to his step sister's car and threw a chuckle in her direction. "You're so obnoxiously demanding, you know that right?" Liz was leaning against her hood drinking from a bottle that she must have nabbed from her sisters. She tilted her head down so she could look at him from over her sunglasses. "You don't know the half of it my man." she said flatly before throwing back another swig of whatever the brown liquid was. If Ian knew Liz, and he liked to think he did at this point, that was Meg's bottle; either bourbon or scotch depending on her mood. "You know where the kegs are, feel free to get them yourself. I ain't opening the door for you princess." Her face faced the beach, intense gaze only being slightly obscured by the shades. The faintest hint of a scowl rested on her face. Ian brought the first keg down to the drink table that was set up after much struggle.

When Ian returned to Liz he paused and looked at her. "Are you going to join the party or just sit up here all night watching everyone?" It didn't really seem like her to not join in. She wasn't really a people person, but she was a party person. He was beginning to get a little concerned for her. "None of your business." she said flatly, coldly shooing him away with her hand that held her bottle. "Alright fine." Ian replied, defensively holding up his hands. "What about Josie's gallon?" "She'll come get it when she's ready. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." Ian rolled his eyes and dragged the second keg from the backseat of the car. He stopped and turned it over quizzically. "Uhh Liz...these aren't labeled...which is the alcoholic one?" Liz slowly turned to look at her step brother, a wide grin on her face. "Oops." was all she said with a shrug. The mischievous way the corners of her lips rose told Ian that it was not in fact a 'oops' situation. Well hopefully if someone got the wrong one they'd notice something wrong and not finish the drink. After already carrying one heavy and bulky keg Ian was struggling with the second one. Thankfully someone had offered their help over twitter. He set it down at the edge of the sand to either take a rest for a moment, or wait for assistance. Elf_Ruler Elf_Ruler Mentions: lion. lion. Dazzle Dazzle 0k_mang0 0k_mang0
 
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juliet everett
Oh wow, he makes me sound sheltered.. oh wait. Juliet sipped on her tea and thought of her own twenty-eight words to describe who she was. She placed the mug down on the coffee table and held out her fingers to keep count. “I’m adopted and my parents get bored easily so we moved a lot. I’m trying to make new friends and the I only know ‘fried chicken’ in Vietnamese.” Juliet counted twenty-eight on her fingers and grinned, “I have twenty-eight if you count contractions as one word.”

Juliet enjoyed listening to Jack’s story and then she continued with explaining her story. How her parents were quirky and spontaneous to the point they lived life on the edge. How she grew up not being able to make friends as well. How her goals were to make friends at this party. How she felt embarrassed to admit that to this boy after knowing him for a couple of hours. Juliet wondered if she was having her first small-talk with a friend or if this was her over sharing because she never held a conversation this long. Then again, Jack could be over sharing too. This was a good experience and she was glad that it was a guy like Jack who helped create that experience for her.

Before long, the sun set and Jack announced that they should leave for the party. Juliet was surprised that they talked this long, he was so comfortable to talk to that she lost track of time. Juliet tried to pay for both of their drinks since she dragged him in the cafe, but he already paid the check already. Her cheeks tinted pink, noticing how chivalrous Jack has been all night. She shook her head and tried to distract herself by thinking that Jack was being kind. Before she knew it, they had already arrived at the party and she held her breath. The uneasy feeling rising from her stomach as nervousness crept in quickly when she realized that she’s going to her first party and that the time where she is making more friends have arrived. Juliet remembered scrolling on Twitter here and there about random things to try to make her seem approachable. However, that nagging thought of all of these kids thinking she was weird and standoffish made her anxious. Juliet tried to reassure herself that because these people haven’t literally told her that she was weird and standoffish does not confirm that she was any of those things.

Taking a deep breath, Juliet turned to Jack, “I was told there was going to be jungle juice!” They both walked out of the car and pushed themselves into the crowd surrounding the alcohol table. Being around this many people excited her but also made her want to hurl from anxiety. Maybe if she had one cup, she’d be more comfortable? Juliet grabbed herself a solo cup and filled it with jungle juice after she grabbed Jack’s drink he requested for when she asked him what he wanted. Juliet turned to Jack and clanked her cup to his drink, “Here’s to making friends!” and chugged. Not sure when it was going to kick in, she decided to get another drink. Maybe she would be slightly buzzed after a second drink? Then again, Juliet wasn’t sure how big of a lightweight she was and she didn’t want to burden Jack with that.

Alcohol depresses the central nervous system.

Juliet wasn’t sure why she thought of that, but maybe it was because she chugged her second drink on an empty stomach or maybe she thought she was already drunk that quick but she already felt a little loose. The world was already going at a slower rate and her brain felt light yet heavy. There was no way she got buzzed that quick did she? Maybe she was acting this way to fit in with the crowd and believed that she was truly buzzed. Juliet’s cheeks felt warm and she turned to focus on Jack. How much vodka is in this? There’s no way she was already slightly dizzy. “Hi, can I hold your hand? The world is going slow.” she laughed.

Juliet clumsily grabbed Jack’s hand and started scanning the area for another slightly familiar face. She saw this Tatum girl who went by TaterTot on Twitter. She seemed nice. Juliet needed to take charge making another friend. With Jack in tow, Juliet pushed her way through crowds and suddenly was face to face with TaterTot from Twitter. Juliet grinned, “Hi, I’m julieevee on Twitter but I’m Juliet. I want to be your friend.”

Now if Juliet was sober, she would have NEVER done any of this. Alcohol really does depress the central nervous system.
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MOOD: nervous, adventurous

OUTFIT: White top and blue jean shorts

LOCATION: Desai residence
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Meera Desai
Be a little clumsy.



Discreetly, Meera unlatched her windows. Architectured with a gloss of antiquity, they were a set of generously large windows, gridded in design by vinyl white frames. They gave a quality view of the street, outlooking to the equator at which the textures of sand grained over the New England ground like thick snow. Being in the wake of the moon, which strayed in the corner of her window like a humble white marble, Meera Desai tiptoed about her room in a dainty white top and babydoll light blue jean shorts, pacing from her bed to her desk, biting her thumb with constant fidgeting about what she had done. She was an idiot! How could she have persuaded Graham to take such a risk. What if he slipped? Fell!? She slumped into the chair beside her desk like a sighing rainbow, eyes restlessly flickering towards the window from one frame of time to the next.

She had almost lulled to sleep on her desk until she heard a racket. Such, then, sprung in Graham Moore’s face. He was her saving grace; his empyreal dark eyes of devotion and his uplifting, contagious smile made half of her concerns evaporate.

“You came!” She gushed, before charging towards her window. “Oh! Oh! You like?” She did a pretty spin on her way to him when she thought she saw his smile widen.

Nonsensically, her hands cupped the sides of his cheeks when she got to him. His cheeks were cold like a stage without the heat of footwork. Her head shook loose curls of a violin’s deepest browns, and for a moment she was an annotation of music behind Graham’s love for performance. They were, briefly, instrumental examples of silent soliloquy, unaware to the effects of what they demonstrated. In a mumble, she said, “You really are crazy.” Then, with a trivial epiphany, when noticing that altitude of her own window, shouted in a stuttering whisper, “W-wait. D-do not slip! Here-”

Her hands slipped into his without a doubt of hesitation, and she helped him clamber into her room. Her room was indeed a flower child’s room, and noticing that Graham Moore was in her room, she blushed furiously. Luckily, her room was dim, and she had already made herself towards her bedside. Packing the pillows into the shape of an organless body, she shoved it over with a blanket. Dusting her hands, she grinned cornily.

“Does it look convincing?”

She would’ve made another joke if she didn’t hear the beat of feet up the stairs.
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Stu
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A period of ten seconds elapsed before Stu and Oliver remembered they were supposed to follow Vered out. Oliver was taking his time scribbling something into a piece of paper. Stu circled around and quite literally dragged the other boy out by the hem of his jacket. ‘Come on, we’ve got to go,’ he hissed emphatically. ‘Hurry—’

In typically Stu fashion, he bumped his head into the door on the way out, which he was supposed to pull not push. Or was it the other way round? Either way he made a loud noise and then scurried off within the split second it took for anyone in the cafe to react to it. Here Oliver was frozen to the spot, and Stu tried to pull him along with him, despite Oliver being much bigger and heavier than he was. ‘We can’t stop here,’ he said. ‘Come on.’ As far as Stu was concerned, they ought to keep running till they left town completely.

As the three were in the middle of their daring escape, Mr. Catford spotted them from across their street, and simply purred and licked its paw as it witnessed the crime of the century.

When they got back to the beach, they kept to themselves and talked to nobody. What if the police had heard about what happened and were already looking for them? A helicopter flew by and Stu’s little heart skipped a beat thinking it was the law searching for them. And what if there was CCTV in the cafe? All the boys had turned pale like they’d just killed someone. Stu was young and he wasn’t ready to spend the rest of his life in a state prison. They could even ship him back to England, although that would probably be better than going on death row.

Come party time, Stu was still a little shaken by everything that had transpired in the day, from the whale, to his bag being stolen, then to his first ever crime. His dad had been busy with church repairs and preparing for the soup kitchen tomorrow, so he couldn’t get picked up early even if he wanted to go home. But he didn’t quite want to go home either, because he had a feeling the SWAT team was already camped in front of his home, waiting to take him down as soon as he turned the corner down the street.

So, for all intents and purposes, this was Stu’s last night as a free man. They were wandering miserably through the party taking in the sights and sounds. Oliver turned to him, trying to say something, but Stu was quicker to find his voice. ‘How are you holding up? We don’t have to stay here, not if you don’t feel like it.’

It was clear Oliver didn’t like parties, but rest assured there was safety in numbers. ‘Or. . . maybe we should go talk to some people,’ Stu suggested. He looked around for some familiar faces, and remembered he didn’t have any friends. Especially now that he had no KitKats to give away, nobody was going to even bother talking to him. Still, maybe Vered would have better luck. 'Do you know anyone, Vered?'

As he was saying these things he bent down to pick up a shell. He dusted the sand off it and placed it to his ear, listening to the ocean, and he smiled a little. He gave the shell to Oliver and started kicking about the sand for another one.

Or they could just wander up and down the beach looking for shells. That was also an option.

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Harper Anderson

All Harper could do was shrug at Max's complaint about the schools of Parish Point, she didn't have an explanation for the schools decision to shut down and require charity work on the beach. Plus, she wasn't sure that she would be able to successfully communicate it anyways, with one hand carrying her cider. Max was right though, the school really shouldn't have been requiring them to clean the beach. And, saving the whale, that was insane. But it was a story they would get to tell one day at least.

Harper had begun to sign back to Max, barely getting to finish a word till arms snaked behind her and around her waist. She jumped, not recognizing the presence that had joined them at first. Till a voice spoke, and Harper just laughed nervously, she had been completely caught off guard by Sawyer, but that wasn't unusual. "You scared me." She switched her cider over to her left hand so that she might have an easier time signing. Harper liked having the chance to challenge herself and translate for both Sawyer and Max, but it wasn't easy since she was not that fluent in ASL.

Harper gave Sawyers wrist a squeeze back before wiggling out of her grasp, she wasn't big on hugs but for Sawyer she'd allow it. "How's the ankle?" Harper looked down to the boot Sawyer wore. After destroying it the other day in some abandoned house in the woods, Harper had refused to go with her originally and hoped that the now broken foot would curve her need for adventure. Unfortunately, Harper knew that hope was futile. Harper would just have to allow Sawyer to drag her along from now on, to hopefully avoid other injuries in the future. Or at least, be able to call 911 for her.

"Not like you'd do any different." She knocked her shoulder into Sawyers, a sly smile on her face. "But for your own knowledge, this is the nonalcoholic peach Cider." Harper said with more confidence than she actually had. Harper wasn't sure, she hadn't been able to tell the difference between the two before, Apple Cider had a distinct taste, where as peach was different. The taste of the cider was more bitter than most.

"Sooo, what happened between you and Hya earlier?" Harper wiggled her eyebrows, signing slower than she spoke. Having trouble being able to keep up with both languages with only one hand free. "I saw you had a picnic?"

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Graham Moore

Graham's anxiety slipped away as Meera's excited voice spoke to him. "You look...." He couldn't find the words to describe her beauty, and he didn't want to sound like a flabbering idiot, so he went with the simplest word that came to mind. "Good... you look good." He said quietly with a big smile on his face. He couldn't believe he was here, sneaking into a girls room, to steal her away for the night. He felt rebellious, he never thought that he was going to be this kind of high schooler.. This is what the cool kids did, sneak out to get to parties, Graham was just... A nerd.

Science came easy to him, so did math, granted he wasn't perfect at grammar in English, but he still got consistent B's and A's. He wasn't the cool kid that skipped classes, or left school, just because he felt like it. And he definitely wasn't the type to sneak girls out of their houses.

Graham swelled with pride just because he had made it this far, and then Meera reached out and touched his cheeks, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He could hear it pounding, he wondered if Meera could hear it too or if it was all in his head.

Meera's distraction with just her utter beauty and calling him crazy(which he was, he could get arrested for this he was sure) caused his left foot to lose footing, his knee crashed down on to the roof and Graham's eyes went wide. There was no way someone didn't hear that. But either way, Meera grabbed his hand and rushed him inside.

Graham climbed through the window, forgetting to let go of Meera's grasp once he was inside for a moment. Her hands felt so soft and warm, compared to his cold ones.

The realization hit, he was. In. A. Girls. Room. He felt lost, and confused and extremely uncomfortable in that moment, dropping his hands back to his sides.,

He looked to her bed, with all the pillows lined up as if she was hidden beneath the covers. Graham stuttered, "I-I yea, it looks good." Is that all he could say? It seemed as though he had forgotten every other word in the dictionary.

Graham would of continued blabbering, like he normally did, but he found himself at a loss for words at the sound of feet coming up the stairs. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. He began talking below a whisper. "What. Do. I. DO!" He squatted below the window as if a spotlight from a police cruiser was about to come by and arrest him.

"Do we run?" He thought for a moment, Meera hadn't done anything wrong, she lived here, she wouldn't get arrested for sure, but Graham, if Meera's father didn't shoot him, he would be in jail for the rest of his life. So he thought. "Do I hide?"

Graham looked to the bed and by some utter amount of courage, that he wasn't sure that he had, he intertwined his fingers back through Meera's and pulled her through the window. Balancing on the roof better this time, he lead he to the tree before jumping down from the roof. Looking down off the roof made it look much higher than it had from the ground. But he was sure to be okay, right?

He didn't think much before he jumped, waiting at the bottom to help guide Meera down. Once she was on the ground herself, he took her hand back in his and took off for the beach.

The whole circumstance had been a rush, he was fueled with adrenaline, not even sure how he had concurred the idea of rescuing a princess from the tower. He wouldn't have ever even considered it if Meera hadn't been so eager.

Graham sighed as the finally reached the beach, thankfully he didn't hear any sirens following them so pillow Meera must of been convincing enough. "YOLO, you say" He smirked, trying to cover up his heavy breathing. He thought he was in better shape than this.

lion. lion.
 
MOOD: Okay? She thinks.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Heading to the beach
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MENTIONS: Clark KingofAesir KingofAesir


INT: Isa, r e i r e i

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TL;DR Josie and Isa's overlooking the ocean like the angsty girls they are.
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Josephine
There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere.

The cleaning died down-- Josie had an incredible time, but it wasn't fairly hard to have a good time whenever she was with Clark-- he was Clark. And of course, Josie had won. She was the best cleaner in the world. Granted, having worked at the diner as a bus... girl? was that the proper term? Well, doesn't matter. Besides that Josie was the only one who kept up with the house at home too, her poor dad tried but at the end of the day... he was a little slob.

No judgement though! But if Josie found one more thrown dirty t-shirt around the house, there was gonna be hell to pay. "Alright, Isabella. Where would youuuu be." Josie tapped her phone continuously, she had texted her co-worker Isa who seemingly and surprisingly, wanted an unalcoholic drink. She wouldn't of pegged her for the type, she seemed so... intimidating? It was the eyes, man. It was just the eyes. She wasn't scarily intimidating, but Isabella had one of those stares that either made you wanna hide or talk to her. An admirable trait... maybe.

Finally, her gaze landed on a brunette overlooking the water, away from everyone else and Josie's only thoughts were.

Of course she was here.

Despite being known by many people apparently, Isabella seemed more like an... introvert. It wasn't a bad thing! Upon sneaking up towards her, the blonde suddenly remembered what Isabella had said on twitter moments earlier. Josephine walked up to her, both hands behind her back before gesturing towards the water.

'If one more drunk person walks up to me, and says 'pretty water.' I swear.'

"Pretty water." She teased, the smallest smile settling on her lips as a greeting. The waves came up barely inches from her feet and normally she would've took that as a sign to take a few steps backwards, but some booties getting ruined by a little ocean water wouldn't kill anybody.

It was weird. Being around the ocean, it gave her this weird feeling in her chest.

And it wasn't because Josie had wandered a little too far in the ocean all those years ago either. She wouldn't say she was scared, or... maybe she was. Maybe what she felt was fear? The fear of the unknown? There was so much unexplored of the ocean and the thought that a wave that could just... come up and take you right in. It was scary.

Well, that's what fear really was, wasn't it? Not knowing?

Whatever the case was, Josie didn't move away from the water; instead watching the waves as it came up to touch her shoes, as they retracted rather quickly before another came around. In a way, it was peaceful. Even with all the people laughing, partying, and being complete idiots around her, it was easy to tune them all out with the sound of the waves.

"So... I didn't know what cider was alcoholic and what wasn't, so I... went to the coffee stand," That... nobody was working at anymore since they closed a few hours ago. But Josephine quickly continued. "But don't worry! I didn't steal. I threw a whole five dollars in the tip jar." Josie revealed her hands, handing over one of two juice boxes. And of course, it was Parish Bay's famous apple juice.

Her favorite-- yes, but... who didn't like apple juice?

"You're welcome, by the way. Many co-workers wouldn't go through all the trouble. Ah, what a treat I am." Her words were light-hearted, anyone would be able to tell she wasn't serious, if anything-- Josie was not the type of person to talk herself up.

Sheesh, Imagine that.
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“Stupid Ashley. Stupid!” The girl silently cursed clutching her bag, and striding towards the party. She had gone all the way home, since she thought the cleanup was over, only to realize there was a party and walked back. Now all she wanted was to sit down. Or make a new friend. But that wasn’t quite as likely to happen.

She scanned the party looking for a group to infiltrate. Should she find an easy target, or go for a more popular group?

On one hand she could potentially get more popular if she went out of her comfort zone. Not the most important thing, but she had to have a goal right? And she couldn’t be cheer captain for years, and the odds of her finding a date at the party were low. So there was only really a decent chance at getting more popular at the party. But it still didn’t feel like the right choice.

For one she didn’t feel like being caught in the middle of whatever angst filled drama fest was going on in their lives. She loved all her classmates dearly, but geez they all had issues. Not to mention how intimidating it would be to have to talk to them.

Then there was sticking with a more calm group. She might be the prettiest one there which was superficial, but did make her feel kind of good. It would be more fun for her to not worry about embarrassing herself too much. She could just drink and laugh. And if they didn’t like her then did it really matter? Well yes but she’d say it wouldn’t.

It’s not like the thought of being disliked was like torture for her.

And the cons? I mean she wouldn’t get more popular. But that was really it. Making up her mind that she didn’t really need to hangout with the upperclassmen, she strode around looking for a group to talk to. She made sure to look more confident than she actually was. Nervousness wasn’t appealing to anybody. Though truth be told she didn’t mind if someone was nervous, but she’d been told no one wanted to make friends with awkward people. Which was very clearly not the goal. Plus no one ever became Queen Bee by being awkward.

Noticing a glass on the table, she took a swig of it. Nobody would leave their booze unattended at a party right? So it couldn’t be anything alcoholic. So why was everyone saying not to drink strange beverages at parties? She’d have to use that logic the next time someone told her it was a bad idea.

Now who to approach? That freshman Ivy seemed too wasted to actually acknowledge her. But there was one group, that she instantly realized would be perfect. Stu’s group. She already knew that he was the mascot, and they were both freshmen Parish Bay-ers! It was literally perfect.

She spotted them in the crowd, and walked over. They didn’t look very good. Oliver seemed to be hacking on his words. But still she would make the best of it, and socialize.

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Sawyer really wished she hadn’t fallen through a ceiling, well of course she did. But what was the most annoying about her current ankle situation was that she couldn’t stand normally. On two functioning ankles, Sawyer had a leaning stance with most of her weight situated on her right leg. It made her look a little shorter than she actually was and was kind of a weird looking stance. You could probably spot Sawyer from a considerable distance just by the way she stood. There were probably a lot of things Sawyer did oddly. But all that aside, it was her right ankle that was sprained so she couldn’t exactly put all her weight on the thing. This annoyance left her going to put her weight on the thing and then remembering mid-lean and ending up standing in an uncomfortable position in between where she looked like she was putting her weight on that foot but it really wasn’t even touching the ground. If someone poked her, Sawyer would probably fall over. Harper asking her about the state of her ankle had Sawyer noticing her awkward and uncomfortable stance. She groaned as she evened out her weight distribution so she was standing at her full height once more. Figuring the groan was enough of an answer to Harper’s question, Sawyer made no other attempt to speak. The next thing out of Harper’s mouth had her rolling her eyes. Nonalcoholic. Boring. Don’t tell Evie she said that though, she’d probably take it as an excuse to ask Sawyer to give her alcohol. Sawyer was trying, after all, to be a good influence on her. Though she didn’t think that she was all that good at it, Sawyer wasn’t cut out to be a fourteen year old’s second mom. Didn’t mean she was going to quit though.

“Nonalcoholic. How very normal and boring.” Sawyer watched Harper’s hands, or hand, as she signed Sawyer’s words back to Max. Sign language was weird, but she knew the kid was deaf and she also knew that Harper was probably one of the very few people that bothered to learn and could speak with him. She thought maybe he could read lips, an assumption drawn from merely seeing a deaf person on a TV show once, but Sawyer knew she talked too fast for lip reading. She thought Harper was nice to have learned a language practically useless in this town, aside from with Max. Sawyer knew exactly one sentence in sign language, which she had learned after learning there was a deaf kid in town. She grinned as she waited for Harper to finish signing to Max before she attempted to pull his attention to her where she signed. “This town is full of cocksuckers.” A sentence she had learned purely because she thought the sign for cocksucker was funny. Seemingly very proud of her limited ASL knowledge, Sawyer grinned brightly at Max before turning her attention back to Harper. Best friends were supposed to be nice to you, at least by Sawyer’s standards, but Harper’s words made Sawyer want to up and run away from her. If her ankle wasn’t the way it was, she probably would have run away.

“Okay, shut up.” Sawyer knew how to say shut up in sign language so she signed that roughly at Harper before she dropped all attempts at the stuff, “Yeah, she had a bunch of stuff. It was all pretty and shit. But people decided they wanted to show up too.” She rolled her eyes, “But it was just a picnic. If I was into her, I’d already have her.” Sawyer spoke with a confidence that some might envy, ‘“I don’t play games and I’m not exactly the most inconspicuous about it.” Only one of those things was the truth, she definitely wasn’t inconspicuous but she was totally into her no matter how much she might deny it to everyone. But the barely noticeable red tinge on her cheeks was threatening to betray her words.

“I’m an easy person to gauge, and I get what I want.” Sawyer grabbed Harper’s drink from her hand and sniffed at it before thrusting it back at her, “That totally has alcohol in it, Harper.” Her angry facade dropped and she laughed, “Did you not sniff it?”




Sawyer
"I never knew I get so red."
location? Fire time
outfit? That goddamn jacket and beanie
interactions? Dazzle Dazzle Chimney Swift Chimney Swift
any last words?
I'm not blushing
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Sawyer really wished she hadn’t fallen through a ceiling, well of course she did. But what was the most annoying about her current ankle situation was that she couldn’t stand normally. On two functioning ankles, Sawyer had a leaning stance with most of her weight situated on her right leg. It made her look a little shorter than she actually was and was kind of a weird looking stance. You could probably spot Sawyer from a considerable distance just by the way she stood. There were probably a lot of things Sawyer did oddly. But all that aside, it was her right ankle that was sprained so she couldn’t exactly put all her weight on the thing. This annoyance left her going to put her weight on the thing and then remembering mid-lean and ending up standing in an uncomfortable position in between where she looked like she was putting her weight on that foot but it really wasn’t even touching the ground. If someone poked her, Sawyer would probably fall over. Harper asking her about the state of her ankle had Sawyer noticing her awkward and uncomfortable stance. She groaned as she evened out her weight distribution so she was standing at her full height once more. Figuring the groan was enough of an answer to Harper’s question, Sawyer made no other attempt to speak. The next thing out of Harper’s mouth had her rolling her eyes. Nonalcoholic. Boring. Don’t tell Evie she said that though, she’d probably take it as an excuse to ask Sawyer to give her alcohol. Sawyer was trying, after all, to be a good influence on her. Though she didn’t think that she was all that good at it, Sawyer wasn’t cut out to be a fourteen year old’s second mom. Didn’t mean she was going to quit though.

“Nonalcoholic. How very normal and boring.” Sawyer watched Harper’s hands, or hand, as she signed Sawyer’s words back to Max. Sign language was weird, but she knew the kid was deaf and she also knew that Harper was probably one of the very few people that bothered to learn and could speak with him. She thought maybe he could read lips, an assumption drawn from merely seeing a deaf person on a TV show once, but Sawyer knew she talked too fast for lip reading. She thought Harper was nice to have learned a language practically useless in this town, aside from with Max. Sawyer knew exactly one sentence in sign language, which she had learned after learning there was a deaf kid in town. She grinned as she waited for Harper to finish signing to Max before she attempted to pull his attention to her where she signed. “This town is full of cocksuckers.” A sentence she had learned purely because she thought the sign for cocksucker was funny. Seemingly very proud of her limited ASL knowledge, Sawyer grinned brightly at Max before turning her attention back to Harper. Best friends were supposed to be nice to you, at least by Sawyer’s standards, but Harper’s words made Sawyer want to up and run away from her. If her ankle wasn’t the way it was, she probably would have run away.

“Okay, shut up.” Sawyer knew how to say shut up in sign language so she signed that roughly at Harper before she dropped all attempts at the stuff, “Yeah, she had a bunch of stuff. It was all pretty and shit. But people decided they wanted to show up too.” She rolled her eyes, “But it was just a picnic. If I was into her, I’d already have her.” Sawyer spoke with a confidence that some might envy, ‘“I don’t play games and I’m not exactly the most inconspicuous about it.” Only one of those things was the truth, she definitely wasn’t inconspicuous but she was totally into her no matter how much she might deny it to everyone. But the barely noticeable red tinge on her cheeks was threatening to betray her words.

“I’m an easy person to gauge, and I get what I want.” Sawyer grabbed Harper’s drink from her hand and sniffed at it before thrusting it back at her, “That totally has alcohol in it, Harper.” Her angry facade dropped and she laughed, “Did you not sniff it?”
 
MOOD: Out of Place
location: The Beach
interaction ❜ Harper Dazzle Dazzle Sawyer KingofAesir KingofAesir

MAX BERKOWITZ

Out of nowhere, a tall blonde ran up behind Harper. Before Max could give his friend a warning, she grabbed Harper and pulled her into a tight hug, launching into a chat. Harper kept one hand busy translating her responses for him. He did his best to politely stay invested, but quickly found himself lost and out of the loop. Oh, well. He kept his eyes on Harper even though his brain had long since drifted off to wondering if the basil patch in his backyard was okay after the heavy rain. Should he have put a tarp over it? Oh dear.

He was snapped out of this when Sawyer all if a sudden gestured for his attention. What? He mentally prepped himself to try and read lips, something he hated and wasn't all that good at. He'd probably have to ask Harper to translate, which was embarrassing. To his relative surprise though, she signed for him.

"This town is full of cocksuckers."

Max had no idea what that meant in context. As soon as Sawyer had arrived, he had hardly been watching Harper closely enough to stay in the conversation. This was the first time that he'd been directly addressed since the conversation began... and he had nothing to say back. Was she talking about what happened earlier with the whale, and how no one stepped in to help, or was she just making a general statement about the town's population? Was she literally saying that the Parish Point locals engaged in a lot of oral sex, or was she just calling them stupid? Max had no idea. His face ran through the 5 stages of grief in 2 seconds flat, and by the time he got to Acceptance he just laced his fingers together and nodded weakly.

Sawyer was someone he didn't know very well. He didn't think they even went to the same school... she was a friend of Harper's, and that's about all he knew about her. She had returned to talking to Harper, leaving Max once again feeling like an awkward third wheel. He finished the rest of his cider, ignoring the sharp aftertaste (it burned in his throat a little]. Not knowing what else to do, he poured himself another cup just to stay busy with something other than standing around pretending to be involved.

It occurred to him that this was exactly why he had so few friends, though it wasn't like he didn't know this already. He tried not to get stung over it. It couldn't be helped.

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Jack Hamilton & Theodore Johnson O'Conner



Jack watched as Juliet had taken two full cups of jungle juice. He was surprised that she could put two of those down the hatch. Jack had had his fair share of alcohol. But watching her put those drinks down was interesting. She was definitely going to be feeling that in the morning. Jack had a single cup of it and was taking sips of it. He wasn’t babying it, more like enjoying it. He knew his tolerance and was just trying to enjoy himself. That’s when Juliet had grabbed his hand and had started to pull him through the crowd whether Jack wanted to go or not. Yep she probably had a good buzz. Jack wasn’t going to stop her from relaxing.

When Juliet had stopped in front of Tatum, and made her statement Jack was surprised. Juliet was very bold when she was buzzed, that would come in handy later on. Jack smiled and waved at Tatum. “I’m Jack…” He said before taking a sip. Jack and Tatum had some business that needed to be taken care of, but that could wait for a little bit. Jack unlocked his phone and opened twitter. That was when he saw Juliet say she was hungry. He quickly replied to her. He turned towards Juliet. “Let me go see if I can find something for you to munch on.” He said, before taking a sip of his drink.

He walked away from the group to see if he could find something to munch on. With hard liquor, if you don’t have something in your stomach then you're basically fucked. Jack had mingled with some people. He was trying to find something that would be filling. Bread or carbs would be best because those would soak up some of the alcohol in stomachs. Jack hopened twitter one more time and asked for some help. That’s when he got a response from a guy called Teddy. He said to find him and that he was the biggest guy there. He looked around for a second. He spotted him real quick. He walked over and asked. “Are you TeddyBear?”

Teddy looked up from his seat on the log. “Yeah, are you Jack?” Teddy asked, taking a sip from his water. He made a promise that he wasn’t going to drink and he always kept his promises.

“I am! You weren’t kidding, you are the biggest guy here.” Jack said bluntly. He wasn’t trying to be mean, he was just saying that he was a big guy.

Teddy just waved off the kid. “Don’t worry about it. I love myself. Now come on, let's see about getting something for you.” He said standing up. He started to walk towards the road. A gas station wasn’t that far away, and Teddy knew the best route to take. He walked with Jack till they had reached the Gas station. “Mind grabbing me a water?”

“Thanks man. I’ll be right back.” Jack said, before running into the store. Jack had grabbed some chips, cookies, along with some other snacks. He paid for everything and had walked out. “Alright, ready to head back. Oh and your water.” He said, pulling out a water bottle. He walked with Teddy back to the beach.

When they arrived Jack had set all the snacks on a table. He grabbed a couple of cookies, some pretzels and some chips and walked over to where Juliet was. “You should try some of these. They’re pretty good.” He said, offering her some snacks.

Teddy had taken his seat up back by the log and relaxed by the fire.

sunnieside sunnieside
 
MOOD: Anxious
location: The Beach
interaction ❜ Stu, Vered, Ashley Dede Dede tamarapasek tamarapasek Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy


OLIVER DREYFUSS

Oliver really needed to put his phone away and keep it away. The threatening messages he kept getting from Ryan were only driving him further into a paranoid breakdown. It wasn't doing his heart rate a service, but it was the only kind of communication he could manage right now and he was growing increasingly insecure over the fact that he was always too agitated to speak. He had things to say... and really, he felt like his lack of verbal capacity was making Stu and Vered think he was stupid.

Everyone thought Oliver was stupid. At least, it seemed that way a lot of the time.

Stu asked how he was holding up, and Oliver once again tried to force himself to make a sound only to groan softly under his breath and clench his teeth, feeling a knot form deep in his throat. No, no. He wasn't about to cry. Not here. Not now. Stu kept talking; Oliver lost most of his words to the scrambled mess of information tumbling around in his brain. He stopped following Vered and Stu, sliding his foot back as if about to bolt the other way, but Stu seemed not to pay any mind and simply picked up a shell and passed it his way.

Oliver looked down at the seashell Stu placed in his hand, watching the smooth shiny surface catch the light of the bonfire and sparkle. Gently sliding his fingers across the ridges on the outer edges, he seemed to settle down a little. He held the shell to his ear, like Stu had done. The hollow shell bounced and distorted the chaotic racket of the party into a soft rush of sound. Something to focus on. Something to make everything else go away.
He turned his eyes back to Stu. He wanted to say thank you. He cracked a nervous smile instead.

Just then, someone else skipped over to the group. Oliver recognized Ashley's dark curls and bright smile from school. She didn't say anything right away, which Oliver actually appreciated very much because he didn't have to draw even more attention to the fact that he wasn't able to form words right now. He kept the shell to his ear, not quite looking directly at her but keeping her in his periphery and gently tapping the seashell with his opposite hand to hear the sound reverberate through the hollow object. For a moment, he almost forgot that he was stuck waiting to be beaten to death by a crazed cyberbully. This was all far too much for one day. Far too much for a normal kid, let alone him.


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Lemon couldn’t have been happier to see AJ and sure she had her ways to convince AJ to come to any event. Most of it dealt with tears and being her oldest best friend, but Lemon would never think to use AJ’s love for her own gain and for AJ’s own wellbeing. So, sure did it cause AJ to be a little grumpy? Maybe, but Lemon wouldn’t change her for anything, and she always wanted the best for more punkish friend. However, as soon as Hayden called AJ apple juice, Lemon knew it wasn’t going to go over well. One, because no one was allowed to call AJ apple juice except her and two because AJ was well AJ. Lemon had tried to make a motion to let Hayden know he wasn’t supposed to call her Apple Juice but the words had left his mouth and there was nothing Lemon could do in order to protect in from the wrath of her best friend.
It was AJ’s next words that Lemon tugged on AJ’s arm and leaned in, “Please be nice?” she wanted AJ to have another friend around Parish Bay, sure it wasn’t like he went to her school, but another friend was a good goal, right? It didn’t hurt to have more people to count on. Or maybe it did, Lemon wasn’t certain enough to really make these choices. Sure, Hayden was a little dumb? Oblivious? Dense? He wasn’t all there at best, and Lemon still thought he was nice, and she wanted to better befriend him but she always worried that AJ might scare off any new potential friends. However, knowing her friend so well she was also scouting around all of the town for a new friend, someone that could make AJ happy. Which brought her to her next victim of choice.

Lemon looked over and saw Ian, who she had messaged on Twitter taking a moment to rest with the kegs. All she had to do was lie just a little bit and convince AJ to just stay. The drinks, that would do it, “Hey, I’m going to go grab some drinks. Just uh stay here okay? I promise it won’t be long Apple Juice and be nice to him. He’s been really nice to me.” And Lemon was off towards the dark-haired male.
It only took her a couple of moments and she was in front of him, “You called for assistance? I’m Lemon.” She gave a small giggle and a huge smile. Compared to him she was a midget, but she was ready to help, or at least try. All she needed to do was size him up and see if he was someone who could handle her best friend. Her goal was purely for her friend’s happiness and Ian was pretty so maybe AJ would be nice to him because she found him cute? all Lemon needed was a small in and she could bring a little more joy into AJ’s life.

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ISABELLA ALEJA EDISON-ROSE

mood: laughing with sunny + location: beach + outfit: xxx + tags: Soap Soap

Isa was looking out into the ocean. Something about the ocean calmed her, maybe because the rough waves reminded her of her life, being that it was rough as fuck. She never really knew her real parents. She was abandoned from the moment she was born. Hell, her parents didn't even leave her with a name. The nurses named her and the nurse who found her gave her, her last name. Not because she wanted to kept her, but because she was a crying fucking baby and she just wanted to give her some peace. It's a funny thing that she had founded. The first person who showed her the bit of kindness wasn't even her bio parents. She sighed as another drunk idiot came close to the water, and she pushed him back into the direction of the party. She didn't fucking care if he drowned or not, but it would be a big ass drag if the cops showed up because someone drowned.

Isa was just looking out at the water when she heard another person say pretty water. She was just about to snap when she turned and found it was Sunny. Sunny or shall she say, Josephine, was a co-worker of hers from her non-illegal job. She worked at the dinner with Max's mom, something that helped her know when Max's mom was having issues and she needed to make sure that max was safe. They talked a bit while working, and they interacted on Twitter but that's where the conversation ends. Something about the girl, makes her want to tease the shit out of her in a kind way almost. Which is partly why she called her Sunny. Other than her fucking big ass positive attitude. She smirked at the girl, "You almost got thrown into the water Sunny. "

Isa watched as Sunny came to her side, and she looked out to the water. Josephine was something of innocent beauty to Isa, she would never deny that Sunny wasn't one of the most beautiful girls that resided in Parish Bay. There was an innocent with her beautiful features. Isa knew her well enough, that if she said these thoughts out loud, she would deny them and say there were many more beautiful girls other then her, but as much as that may be true. Isa knows that there's nothing like innocence beauty. It's a rarity these days. She tunes back in from her thoughts when Sunny started talking. She grins softly as she takes the Apple juice. Parish Bay was famous for its apple juice so it wasn't that she was complaining. It was some good shit.

"Thanks Sunny. You know you could have just taken the juice and no one would have known, you know?" She said to the girl. Isa laughs softly as Sunny's teasing voice came out. "Oh my dear Queen Sunny, thank you for bringing your peasant of a co-worker, a juice box of Apple Juice. How shall I ever repay you?" She teased back to her. Something about this girl, makes her forget about her trouble. Maybe it's because of her Sunny fucking attitude or because she just has this air of comfort around her.
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MOOD: Pretty okay.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: At the beach
basics
MENTIONS: Clark KingofAesir KingofAesir


INT: Isa, r e i r e i

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TL;DR Josie and Isa's overlooking the ocean like the angsty girls they are.
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Josephine
There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere.

Of course she could've taken the juice, nobody would've known the difference. But it would've ate at Josie forever. Whenever she did something remotely wrong-- at least something wrong in her eyes, she'd stare at the ceiling unable to fall asleep from the underlying guilt that she cursed herself with. Josie was very hard on herself when it came to certain things. "I'm many things Isabella but a thief is not one of them." She replied, a half-hearted shrug came to her shoulders.

The blonde glanced over at Isa, rolling her eyes at the banter as it formed a genuine smile on her face. Josie stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in thought, pulling out her best 'thinking' face as she jabbed a straw through the juice box, only then realizing she was holding the box a little too tightly when a few droplets of apple juice dropped on her jacket. Josephine brushed the juice off her shirt-- which only resulted in smearing the juice further down. “You can repay me byyyyy...”

Josie trailed off, chuckling as her gaze searched the beach before spotting a stick a few feet away from them, leaning down she lifted it one handedly. “Becoming one of my finiest knights.” The blonde flourished the stick before gently tapping Isa’s shoulders, in true queen fashion of course.

“I hereby uh... pronounce you as my protector.” It wasn’t hard to tell that Josie was having a bunch of fun with this, moments like these are when her actual innocence shined. Sure, it was easy to tell she was innocent from a passing glance but anyone who truly knew Josie knew she was a child at heart even more so than she had a sweet tooth.

She felt as though the two were polar opposites, Isa seemed so broody and Jo would most of the time— if not always, take her chance to poke some fun

Besides their banter, she didn’t know much about the girl. So naturally, Josie asked her questions whenever it seemed like a good time to. Kinda like asking your parents for something but you had to make sure they were in a good mood first?

This was like one of those times.

“So... any reason why you opted out of drinking? I figured you wouldn’t join in on the excitement that is being sober.” She teased, Josie didn’t usually attend a party alone— she always had Liz or Clark to accompany her, but even then it was rare for Josie to be at a party where she was the only one who wasn’t drunk. Well, there was the whole no-drinking-thing in her way too. And it doesn’t bother her! Really, Josie never saw the point of getting drunk in order to have fun. Not to mention she’d never even had a sip of alcohol before— besides new years, obviously. And communion didn’t count either.

She’d probably be a mess of a lightweight even if she were to join in on the rebellious fun. Being a rebellious teenager didn’t mean she had to drink though right?

Maybe all she had to do was hit up a few more juice box stands

No tip included.

Ha.
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ISABELLA ALEJA EDISON-ROSE

mood: laughing with sunny + location: beach + outfit: xxx + tags: Soap Soap Chimney Swift Chimney Swift Dazzle Dazzle Elf_Ruler Elf_Ruler LooneyLani LooneyLani

Isa smiles softly "You could never be a thief, Sunny. That's just not who you are." She said softly under her breath. It was exactly what Isa was, a thief, and everything inbetween. It wasn't like she had any choice in the matter but she knew that she could have done anything other then what she did. She was a hungry kid, and her boss saw her as easy pickings. A lot of foster kids go through the same thing, the system isn't as great as it could be. A lot of kids including herself, get lost in it. The only way to survive is to make sure that you know how to fight. Stealing is just one of the ways to fight. She stole food, clothes, money when ever she needed to. At least until she joined the drug business. Then she didn't have to steal to survive, she just had to sell or run drugs to survive. It was better then nothing, and at least she could take care of herself now without depending on Tatum or Nomi.

She watched as Sunny thinks of a way to have Isa repay her for the apple juice. The first time she met Sunny, was at work. She had just joined and Sunny was in charge of showing her the ropes. At first, she was incredibly annoying being all positive and smiles, Isa was at the point of walking out but something made her stay. She tried to annoy the teen by asking stupid questions and messing things up but nothing seemed to work. She stayed the annoyingly positive attitude. It became to the point where she was sure she was faking it but after watching her with the rudest customer and how she acted with him. She realized that it wasn't a faking attitude. It was how she truly was. Which is why Isa started to handle all those rude customers. At first, it was just so she could not have to deal with a sad Sunny but it became so that Isa didn't see her sad. Something about her saddened made her fucking pissed off. She tunes back into the conversation as Sunny brings up a stick and knights her.

Isa laughs softly and nods. Bowing down to Josie, "I hereby swear to protect you no matter the cost, my queen." She says smiling and watching the girl laugh. It was so long that she had played like this. She felt like the kid that she never was. Someone able to enjoy life at the fullest. She had to grow up so fast that it became impossible to be a kid. She had to survive and that's what matters. It was only when Tatum came into her life during the middle school years, that she truly understood what it meant to really be a child. Isa lost the innocence that a child had soon as she remembered her first memory but Josie never did. She was still a child at heart and that was lightened to Isa. She didn't have to be serious or cold. She could just be herself around her. She laughed with her and as she calmed down. She heard Sunny asked a question.

"Tatum, and Noemie are drinking. Maxine and Max both are well on their way to drunkland. " She glances at the beach "I want to make sure that they stay ok, and the only way to do that is for me to stay sober. Plus I'm driving both Maxine, Max, and Noemie home, also anyone else who needs a ride. I may be a delinquent but I don't drink and drive, Not when it could hurt one of the people I care about. " She said softly looking at Sunny "Plus I can drink anytime, just not tonight. Not when I'm making sure the people I care about are safe. What about you Sunny? It can't be because you are underage otherwise you wouldn't be here."
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The upcoming party in celebration for what the students achieved today prompted another change of clothes, leading the brunette back to her car. Upon climbing in her head found itself meeting the steering wheel with a soft thud, her shoulders slumping as if the weight she felt she carried was finally beginning to show. Noemie was never the person to speak of her own troubles, never the one to go to friends for comfort or advice, no she was that friend others went to - the one always around, easy to talk to, someone to hug and be held by. It was tiring. The salty drop at the corner of her glossy lips brought upon the realisation that she was crying, alone in her car while her friends got ready for the party seemingly already beginning on the beach. A watery laugh sounded from her parted lips as she raised a hand to run frustratedly through her curls, "you're pathetic", with a shake of her head Noemie clambered onto her backseat to find a change of clothing from the hoodie she currently wore. Giving up on the need to find pants, she reckoned her shirt was long enough, Noemie shifted around the backseat before her hand eventually found her phone which had been thrown about haphazardly. With one glance at the screen she could discern all the notifications came via twitter, and not a peep from either of her parents despite the fact she hadn't told them anything about today or what she was out doing. A tired sigh followed her wallowing disappointment, of course they wouldn't even check in just to see where she was, or if she was maybe even still breathing, what more could she honestly expect? The one thing Noemie could hold on to was the fact she wasn't invisible, she was the loud, social, wild party girl with an amazing - yet equally annoying - friend group of cherished people. Yet back at the house she felt she lived as a wondering ghost, entertaining a younger brother who never seemed to realise the hostility in the large house. Noemie could never really call that place 'home', no her home had always been the small house she grew up in for many years, her grandmother always by her side and filling each room with a light Noemie couldn't find anywhere after her passing. Oh the months following Coralie's death was the hardest of her life, Noemie had never felt alone like that before - completely and utterly abandoned. It didn't make it any easier on the young teen when prior to her passing her sole guardian hadn't recognised her most days, Coralie's mind slowly dying and taking memories of their life together with it, maybe that was when Noemie started to become invisible?

Before she knew it, a glance towards her phone providing the time, quite a while had passed as she'd sat alone in her backseat. She had a habit of falling into her own thoughts and getting lost in her mind, and like this one it usually left her with a numb feeling. Another tired sigh and a groan had Noemie opening her door and stumbling out into the parking lot, the breeze of the sea helping to calm the still raging thoughts in her mind. Noemie knew she still required something stronger, and having spotted the bonfire and various stumbling teens further down the beach she reasoned the alcohol would be nearby. She took a moment to still and go through her phone, responding to messages from friends, and a teasing from Zach that eventually took its turn sour, as it most often did between the two. Frustrated, Noemie locked her car and headed back to the beach, hands balled at her side in vexation. She couldn't ever figure out why it seemed everyone wanted to talk to her about her ex-girlfriend and the relationship that had once been, but was over now. Noemie grew tired quickly of people making it their business and seemingly wanting to "fix" things between the two young women. She didn't understand why. The constant pushing made her want to distance herself further from the other girl, run away perhaps from the things she didn't yet want to confront. Noemie knew it wasn't true. No matter the constant shoving and teasing from friends, she would always stumble back to Liz on her own, and that was where the problem lies. Noemie didn't want to stumble back into her life as this semi-destructive whirlwind of a person she knew she could be, because somewhere deep down she had to face that the two just weren't where they needed to be to get back together again. They weren't the same Nomi and Liz anymore, they were simply Nomi, and Liz, something she wished her friends could see.

Once more finding herself trapped in wallowing thoughts, Noemie was quick to find her way to where the stash of drinks lay in the sand, swiping a bottle of what seemed to be tequila she simply unscrewed the cap and began to drink. This was who Noemie should be, who she needed to be. The wild carefree party girl. Walking past already drunken students, who she personally thought were amateurs if they were already this hammered, she made her way towards the crackling bonfire in search of some familiar faces. Finding herself passing by some kegs, Noemie pulled to a stop and poured herself a drink from one of the strewn around cups, though before she could keep going her face twisted into a pout as she very quickly realised what she was drinking didn't seem to have a hint of alcohol. Her golden eyes turned into an offended glare at the keg responsible, before she leaned forwards to try a drink from the one standing beside it. A satisfied grin formed at the familiar taste of the alcohol, allowing Noemie to pour another two drinks before wandering off again in search of freinds. She wasn't too sure how much time had passed but eventually, a pull in the right direction found her gaze wandering over her best friend, the smile was instant but softened at the telltale sign that Tatum wasn't having as much fun as she seemed to be trying to show to their usual group of friends. Mustering up her most encouraging grin, Noemie beelined for the blonde, crashing into her side in a tight hug meant more as an apology for leaving her for so long, Noemie pushed one of the cups towards her soulmate. "I got you a drink!" Noemie smiled behind her own cup as she drank its contents, her eyes turning to glance around their group of friends. "Well hello everyone, i'm fashionably late as always", she grinned in her usual michievious way before zeroing her eyes onto a certain blonde haired boy, the extra cup she still carried being handed out in his general direction, and though her eyes were locked on his the words that tumbled out were "Here you go Maxy, I got you a drink too".








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I just committed a crime.

In all Vered's years of living, he'd never done anything illegal. For the most part he'd avoided doing things that were immoral, too. Something in him felt wrong and dirty. Something sat heavy inside of him, like a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean. And it didn't help that he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he shouldn't go to the beach party. He wanted to, half because Evie would relentlessly make fun of him if he didn't, and half because he was trying to make friends for once, but...

Ryan might come and seriously break him in half.

Vered could say he wasn't scared of Ryan, and he openly would say that, but he'd be lying through his teeth and tongue. He'd been bullied before, but not by seniors -- and he was thirteen. Thirteen! Far too young to die, unless this were like, medieval times and even handling the drinking water was cause for alarm. Frankly, being out here was about as safe as being in jail, and he didn't like his odds either way. He'd ought to go home, but at the same time... He couldn't leave Oliver here. No way. And if Oliver went home... Fuck, what would change? Maybe if Vered slept over it'd be fine, but he didn't bring any clothes and he'd really hate to impose, even on an abusive shitbag like--

Deep breaths.

He felt like he was being awkwardly quiet, but wasn't ready to open his mouth. The silence was invited. Sometimes he got that horrible feeling when there was too much noise, kind of like Oliver did but probably not as bad. Right now he just needed a moment to put himself together. He gave Ashley a brief wave, but said nothing. His eyes were planted firmly on the ground.

A criminal. A criminal.




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Just a few more minutes. Clark glanced at the clock as he sat at the dinner table, waiting for the thing to strike six so he could leave and go down to the beach. He wanted to hang out with Josie some more. After their trash competition, he had to redeem himself somehow. Clark had finished his dinner nearly twenty minutes ago, but his father had a dinner rule where they all had to sit around the table until at least six and talk to each other. His father was speaking to his grandma about something to do with the bakery and his mom was too occupied with Claire so Clark was a little left out at the moment. With his head floating off into the dream world, Clark began to think up ways to rechallenge Josie to something or other and regain his honor. He had decided on a race simply because he knew he could probably beat her when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He was so off in space that the vibration startled him and he jumped a little, jamming his kee into the table as he did so. He hissed in pain and offered a sheepish glance to his family. They all simply rolled their eyes and continued with their respective conversations and Clark stealthily slipped his phone out of his hoodie pocket. They weren’t technically supposed to have phones at the table but no one was talking to him, what was he supposed to do. Clark grinned at his Twitter notification from Liz and was quick to respond to her. Okay, so redeeming himself against Josie would have to wait until later. His other best friend needed him and that was more important than his winning honor. So, he glanced up at the clock on his phone one more time just in time to see it strike six. He jumped up from the table, whacking his knee again and earning a rather exasperated look from his father as he stood.

“And where are you going in such a hurry?” His father asked, a small smile of amusement pulling at the corners of his mouth. Clark’s father’s face was rough and marred by a few little scars near his brow and forehead area. He looked like he might be a rather angry man, but Clark had never thought him angry, just a little strict. Compared to Clark’s mother, with her smiles and rosy red cheeks, his father looked like something from some type of horror movie. The older gentleman who gives you directions at the creepy gas station in the middle of nowhere, that was Clark’s father. But he was a good dad, and Clark would never think otherwise.

“Um, there’s a little thing down at the beach and Liz just asked me to come.” Clark held up his phone to indicate she had asked him there. His father glanced at his mother, who simply shrugged her shoulders and that was that decision made.

“Alright, don’t be out too late.” Clark smiled brightly and thanked his father as he took off up the stairs to his room. Boots. Boots. Where had he put his boots. Clark scratched his head as he spun around in a circle in the middle of his mess of a room. He was beginning to get discouraged when he spotted the old things in the corner. They were almost ancient at this point, and faded to all hell, but Clark loved them so he continued to wear them. They slipped on his feet with the ease of a shoe practically molded to his foot. His next action was finding a trucker hat hanging from his door handle and slipping it onto his head before taking off back down the stairs. He rushed past his family, still at the table, and gave them a wave. He had just gotten to the front door when his little sister yelled his name.

“Bubba! Wait, wait.” Clark turned around and watched as the toddler waddled up to him with a piece of paper clutched in her tiny hands. She offered it up to him and he bent down to take it from her. Upon examination, he discovered it was a drawing of….a unicorn? There were rainbows and he was pretty sure that was supposed to be a unicorn. “For Liz. Cause she likes rainbows, right?” Clark laughed and nodded his head, folding the paper and stuffing it in his hoodie pocket.

“Yes. Thank you, Princess.” Clark gave his little sister a peck on the forehead and was out the door in a flash of apple scented cologne.

It was only a little while later until Clark was pulling into the parking lot. He could see Liz’s car parked in the distance as he jumped down from his truck. He turned his hat all the way backward as he approached, something that he hoped might make her laugh. His hands pulled open the passenger door and he folded himself into the car rather haphazardly. Clark grinned at his friend, that same sparkling white smile that he’d had for Josie earlier that morning.

“Hey!” He made an audible squeak as he remembered the drawing in his pocket. Clark chuckled and pulled the unicorn drawing out, offering it to Liz with a sheepish grin, “Claire drew it. She said it was a unicorn because you like rainbows.” He laughed again.

“Anyway, why are we in here? Looks like that bonfire is pretty big out there.”




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"She likes rainbows. RIght?"
location? Liz's car
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Just a few more minutes. Clark glanced at the clock as he sat at the dinner table, waiting for the thing to strike six so he could leave and go down to the beach. He wanted to hang out with Josie some more. After their trash competition, he had to redeem himself somehow. Clark had finished his dinner nearly twenty minutes ago, but his father had a dinner rule where they all had to sit around the table until at least six and talk to each other. His father was speaking to his grandma about something to do with the bakery and his mom was too occupied with Claire so Clark was a little left out at the moment. With his head floating off into the dream world, Clark began to think up ways to rechallenge Josie to something or other and regain his honor. He had decided on a race simply because he knew he could probably beat her when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He was so off in space that the vibration startled him and he jumped a little, jamming his kee into the table as he did so. He hissed in pain and offered a sheepish glance to his family. They all simply rolled their eyes and continued with their respective conversations and Clark stealthily slipped his phone out of his hoodie pocket. They weren’t technically supposed to have phones at the table but no one was talking to him, what was he supposed to do. Clark grinned at his Twitter notification from Liz and was quick to respond to her. Okay, so redeeming himself against Josie would have to wait until later. His other best friend needed him and that was more important than his winning honor. So, he glanced up at the clock on his phone one more time just in time to see it strike six. He jumped up from the table, whacking his knee again and earning a rather exasperated look from his father as he stood.

“And where are you going in such a hurry?” His father asked, a small smile of amusement pulling at the corners of his mouth. Clark’s father’s face was rough and marred by a few little scars near his brow and forehead area. He looked like he might be a rather angry man, but Clark had never thought him angry, just a little strict. Compared to Clark’s mother, with her smiles and rosy red cheeks, his father looked like something from some type of horror movie. The older gentleman who gives you directions at the creepy gas station in the middle of nowhere, that was Clark’s father. But he was a good dad, and Clark would never think otherwise.

“Um, there’s a little thing down at the beach and Liz just asked me to come.” Clark held up his phone to indicate she had asked him there. His father glanced at his mother, who simply shrugged her shoulders and that was that decision made.

“Alright, don’t be out too late.” Clark smiled brightly and thanked his father as he took off up the stairs to his room. Boots. Boots. Where had he put his boots. Clark scratched his head as he spun around in a circle in the middle of his mess of a room. He was beginning to get discouraged when he spotted the old things in the corner. They were almost ancient at this point, and faded to all hell, but Clark loved them so he continued to wear them. They slipped on his feet with the ease of a shoe practically molded to his foot. His next action was finding a trucker hat hanging from his door handle and slipping it onto his head before taking off back down the stairs. He rushed past his family, still at the table, and gave them a wave. He had just gotten to the front door when his little sister yelled his name.

“Bubba! Wait, wait.” Clark turned around and watched as the toddler waddled up to him with a piece of paper clutched in her tiny hands. She offered it up to him and he bent down to take it from her. Upon examination, he discovered it was a drawing of….a unicorn? There were rainbows and he was pretty sure that was supposed to be a unicorn. “For Liz. Cause she likes rainbows, right?” Clark laughed and nodded his head, folding the paper and stuffing it in his hoodie pocket.

“Yes. Thank you, Princess.” Clark gave his little sister a peck on the forehead and was out the door in a flash of apple scented cologne.

It was only a little while later until Clark was pulling into the parking lot. He could see Liz’s car parked in the distance as he jumped down from his truck. He turned his hat all the way backward as he approached, something that he hoped might make her laugh. His hands pulled open the passenger door and he folded himself into the car rather haphazardly. Clark grinned at his friend, that same sparkling white smile that he’d had for Josie earlier that morning.

“Hey!” He made an audible squeak as he remembered the drawing in his pocket. Clark chuckled and pulled the unicorn drawing out, offering it to Liz with a sheepish grin, “Claire drew it. She said it was a unicorn because you like rainbows.” He laughed again.

“Anyway, why are we in here? Looks like that bonfire is pretty big out there.”
 
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Stu had been making a point of sticking close to Oliver, because that kid always looked on the verge of fainting. He tried to distract him with the conch but that never stopped Simon from passing out! Who knew why Oliver was so sad all the time. It wasn’t like his backpack got stolen or anything.

‘Oh, you can blow into it too,’ Stu pointed out.

He took the conch back from Oliver and blew into it. Instead of the signal sound he was expecting, there was just an airy croak that left him feeling a little embarrassed. Pretending that the noise was intentional, he handed the shell back to Oliver and started looking about the sand for some other artifacts to pick up and abuse.

Here they were approached by the girl with the dark curls. Stu had seen her before in class but her name escaped him. At first he only flashed a little smile at her. Maybe she was a friend of Vered’s or Oliver’s—this was unlikely but not unthinkable. In the throes of their incompetence in the real world they had resorted to talking to a lot of strangers on Twitter. But Vered only waved, and Oliver wasn’t finding his voice any time soon, which put a lot of pressure on Stu to say something to break the awkward silence.

Stu, naturally, rose to the occasion. He said simply: ‘H. . . hello.’

And then excused himself to the toilet.

For a moment you would think it was Stu who had the ass-mar, not Vered. He always had trouble speaking to pretty girls, and that girl with the dark curls sure was pretty. He smiled at her again nervously and started backing away and nearly tripped over his own foot in the sand.

Stu didn’t know how he felt about leaving Oliver alone even for a moment. But his bladder was in a considerable state of emergency that he had little choice but to scurry away and make the long dash back to the street. Some minutes later, he was far enough away from the party that the music was a hum in the breeze. He found a toilet but the door was locked by chain. He was desperate enough to try tugging at the chain, though he lacked the physical strength of Hartfield’s football coach to get any results. Beside the toilet was a portaloo which was also inexplicably locked. Just his luck, huh?

Well, Stu still needed to pee. He went back down to the beach, wandering another stretch along the shore to a place where there was neither light nor people. Here his bladder threatened a watery explosion and he decided he could go on no further. Luckily there was a shrub of wild petunias by the crags which led back up to the main street. Here Stu improvised his own portaloo and he did so expertly as if he’d done it before in some past life.

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OLIVER DREYFUSS

Then, in a blink of an eye, Stu was gone. If he said where he was going, Oliver missed it. The tallest boy was being viciously attacked by his own nervous system at the moment. The noise hurt. The sand that was still stuck under his clothes and caught under his nails hurt. Even the temperature contrast of the chilly night air and the heat off the bonfire was starting to hurt him, causing him to pull up the hood of his jacket tug his sleeves back down, hiding as much of himself as he could under the blue fabric.

Stu was likely the most socially adept of the three boys (which was a very, very low bar), leaving the two remaining staring mutely back at Ashley, neither of them able to muster up so much as a hello. At least Vered had the presence of mind to wave, but Oliver only squeezed his eyes shut, holding the shell tightly over his eye and looking very much as though he were trying to fold up and disappear.

This would be a good moment for Oliver, who had Ashley's contact, to send her a quick text message explaining his predicament. The only thing is he didn't want to admit to it at all. It didn't occur to him that his silence was likely being interpreted as him purposely ignoring her. Still, he hesitantly slipped his hand into his pocket and retrieved his cracked old device, turning on the screen and flinching at the light.

Hey Ashley. Hello. Can't talk, very sorry.

Well, alright, but that was still terrible conversation. He slid his thumb over the screen and typed out a follow-up message.

Today we did something very questionable and I think Stu is mad over it. It's alright though because his bag got stolen.

Perfect. That wasn't awkward or suspicious at all.


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Harper Anderson

It was obvious to Harper that Sawyer was very uncomfortable and her ankle had been bugging her. But, it made a lot of sense considering that she had been walking around a beach all day, and that was tough on two good ankles. But Sawyer was the most stubborn person she knew. Harper shrugged, she liked being 'normal' and boring. "What else is new.." She said with an unamused tone to her voice, Harper had drank before but, she was always afraid to become like her dad. She didn't want to rely on the substance to get through the day, like he now did. Harper took a small sip from her cider, it had an odd taste to it, but she just figured that was the peach and cinnamon combination.

Harper laughed as Sawyer took her chance to sign the one sentence that Sawyer knew, Harper waved her hand trying to get Max's attention back to her, but she was unable to control her laughter. Eventually she was able to breath again and she signed to Max telling him it was the only sentence that Sawyer knew, knowing that it must of caught him off guard without any context. However, she then added, "But its the truest statement." After all of the activities today, no adult help to save the whale or clean off the beach, the tow was truly full of cocksuckers.

Harper had quickly changed the subject to the afternoon activities, she had know Sawyer had gone off with Hya on a non-official 'date' even if Sawyer wouldn't admit that it was one. She bit the inside of her cheek as Sawyer retold how everything that could of went wrong did.

Harper apologized to Max and stopped interpreting, this wasn't something that he needed to know and Harper doubted that Sawyer wanted Max to. It was her life after all.

Harper fought the urge to roll her eyes as Sawyer's words dripped with confidence. Yea, Sawyer was forward and she was good at getting what she wanted. Everyone knew what Sawyer wanted, she was straight forward always, and you always knew what to expect from her.

But-

Harper knew that Hya was different to Sawyer, Sawyer always wanted to impress her, and didn't want to upset her. Now had it been a picnic and both Sawyer and Hya were aware of what the other was feeling for each other. Harper knew that Sawyer would of told everyone to pack up or she would toss them in the ocean. "Yea. I Know." Harper said, Sawyer usually spoke before she actually processed most of her thoughts, Harper always knew what she was thinking, sometimes even before Sawyer verbalized it. "But, maybe if Hya knew how you felt-" Harper stopped, Sawyer had given her a death glare that truly could of killed someone. She dropped it as Sawyer tore the drink from Harper's hand.

Her eyes went wide at the news that Sawyer dropped. "Well... Fuck..." Harper wasn't much for swearing but she had finished her cup and looked up to meet Max's eyes. 'I'm so sorry' She signed, then telling him that the drink they had both gotten was alcoholic. Her cheeks had a pink tint to them, that easily could of been from the alcohol or the embarrassment that she had made the fatal error in not being able to taste the difference.

A giddy smile crossed her face as Sawyer laughed at her. She let her hair fall forward as she looked away from her friends, embarrassed by the damage she caused.

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Ashley took another sip of her drink to counteract her nerves. Though if she wanted to be popular, she had a feeling that she’d have to be braver than someone who panics when talking to a group of nerds. But in her defense she had never actually talked to them IRL, and they sure as hell weren’t making it easy for her. Vered just waved at her, which she returned the gesture to, and Oliver was.......being Oliver. Though that wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen in that interaction. Stu greeted her, which she hoped was the start of an actual conversation. Only for him to dash to someplace that she hadn’t quite made out.

Well maybe dash wasn’t the right word for what he did. He smiled at her and almost fell over in the sand. Was it because of her? Was she scary or something?

She had to admit that she was sad to see him go. She felt the closest link to him out of the nerds because of his service as a mascot. Now she was stuck hanging out with two guys who were nice, but very socially inept. She’d probably have to help Vered talk Oliver out of his recent fear of Octopi. “But Ashley! An octopus killed a person once! I can’t enter the ocean ever again.” She snickered forming Oliver’s monologue deep within the cruelest confines of her brain, that would never be seen by anyone.

“You ok?” She finally spoke, her eyes firmly fastened on a nearby shell on the ground. She wasn’t sure she had the heart to look at the sophomore, who made her feel like an idiot with no regard for her own safety. Through no fault of his own of course.

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MOOD: Okay? She thinks.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Heading to the beach
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There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere.

"I hereby swear to protect you no matter the cost, my queen."

What a nerd.

Not that she wasn't enjoying it though. Her laughter proved that very easily. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and Josie's laughter came to an end, listening to Isabella while she sent out a few messages to Clark. Apparently something was going on with Liz and it had no doubt to do with Noemie, and... Josie just felt helpless. She could easily just leave Isa here and go catch up with Liz, even though she told her not to.

But... Josie glanced over at Isabella and back towards her phone, Clark could handle it. If he could handle anything, it was being a good friend... much to her dismay. It was hard not to smile over at her phone from the incoming messages, however Josie didn't want to seem rude. She tuned back into their conversation, pocketing her phone and diverting her full attention to Isa. "Ah, so you're the designated driver. Got it! How sweet of you to snatch that role." It couldn't of been fun to drive home a bunch of drunk people.

Not that she'd know anyway.

Josie hates driving in general, she couldn't imagine what it'd be like driving with intoxicated people.

Probably loud, stressful, a little mind racking.

Annoying.

"I don't think you're a delinquent though... maybe a teensy, tiny bit of a rebel." Josie lifted a hand, making a small ounce between her thumb and index finger to make her point. But like she said earlier, she didn't know much about her co-worker other than her tendencies to shoo off their rude customers. Which... was rare. Parish bay didn't have a lot of attitude heavy people. Well, except a few teenage boys here and there, and that one old guy.

She'd be surprised if the old guy showed up again after the stern talking to Isa had given them.

It... wasn't pretty.

She seemed like a rebel. An... introverted, broody, dangerous and an oddly sweet rebel.

"Oh. Uh, I don't really drink..."

Like, at all... period.

'Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to reckless indiscretion. Instead, be filled with the Spirit.' -Ephesians 5:18.


It wasn't forbidden, and while the drinks here certainly wasn't wine. The scripture had made the most sense. There wasn't a reason to get drunk, at least not a real one. If the whole idea was to have a good time, it could easily be done while sober.

"I mean I came because Clark wanted to come, but he got called home for dinner or somethin' so... I decided to stick around. Enjoy some apple juice, marvel at the oh-so-beautiful sights of the beach." The truth was, well, her father was still at work. The electricity wasn't going to be on until tomorrow and Josie hated the dark.

Although the hate she had for the dark was merely a fraction against how much Josie absolutely despised being alone.
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