W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ THE FUCK?✖ DAY 6 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/26/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROOM [/url]After having her little . . . episode, Hay Sun decided that she would leave the library. The numbers were written inside her small notebook and she was coming up with all sorts of excuses to get rid of it and to keep it. The names of those people . . . Were they even real? Or — . . . Alistair Grey was famous, wasn't he? Well, not in terms of movie star celebrity, but he was a pretty big deal in the medical world, right? Either way, she had heard that name before. The other names . . . She wondered if she could look them up online. Surely one of them had to have results, right? God, if they were real people, shit was getting real. What the hell was happening? Why those people? Why those names? Did they have something in common with her? Fucking hell. ❝Cassandra Hansen, Cassandra . . . Hansen.❞ Hay Sun scrolled through results that popped up on Google. A mortuary cosmetologist, in New York City, New York, United States. There was a photo of her and everything. She was . . . real. ❝And I am officially freaking the fuck out.❞ she muttered to herself. With that, Hay Sun begrudgingly decided that all of them were real. Now the only question was . . . Which one was she supposed to contact first? The choice seemed obvious . . . The Sadie-Clare Renvick person looked the most important of all of them, but . . . ❝Alright you mind-possessing sons of bitches,❞ Hay Sun started, ❝Choose for me.❞
⎛ DAY 6 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 26TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ IRRITABLE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ HOUSE LOCATIONS STILL APPLY. ⎠ ❝ＢＩＴＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＴＯＮＧＵＥ.❞ Zoey hadn't replied to her yet, which was annoying, when another guest popped up, greeting them. ❝Good morning, Alex,❞ Lucas said without having to turn around, and Sophie nodded at Alex, recognizing his existence, hoping Zoey would answer her soon. Others would be waking up, and she would be annoyed. Another set of footsteps walked in, and Sophie was hoping it might be Freddie or Oliver, but ❝Good morning, everyone!❞ ❝You are being too loud.❞ Sophie said in a cold tone, not bothering looking at him. She didn't like him anymore. ❝Sophie, mind your manners,❞ Lucas chided, ❝Good morning, Richie.❞ Sophie sighed exasperantly after clicking her tongue. She hated being nice to people she didn't like. Especially promiscuous, incompetent ones. Someone else mumbled a tired 'Morning,' while walking into the kitchen, and Lucas walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the milk, and poured a glass he then sat on the island next to Dennis, who was the newcomer. ❝'Morning Alex, Zoey, Blonde Guy, Sophie.❞ At least he wasn't obnoxious. Sophie looked at him while he was yawning and gave a hint of a smile when his reaction clicked in. She saw he had a lollipop in his mouth, and then motioned for him to join them. One more person came in, and this time it was someone that Sophie wasn't completely loath to see. Oliver took a seat not too far away from her, looking quite worse for the wear, and Sophie felt nearly as bad as he looked. His low voice breached her hearing and she looked at him. ❝Hey . . . Do you guys have any Ginger Ale, or Sprite? . . . And anything for headaches?❞ Lucas turned away from his cooking and went back to the fridge, opening it and rustling through to bring out a bottle of ginger ale, and then poured another glass, which Sophie retrieved, and then gave to Oliver. ❝Sophie, please move everyone to the dining room, it is getting crowded.❞ Lucas asked, and Sophie sighed. She was a bit of a better host under the influence than she was with a hangover. She stood from the stool and fixed her cardigan, ❝Alright, follow me,❞ The group walked through a door, and they were in a large dining room with the classic design and a long, dark wood table with fourteen black-cushioned chairs; two at each end, and six on either side. ❝This is the dining room my parents used for parties and such, the other is through that door, but we won't be using it.❞ She sighed, and motioned for them to sit wherever they please. As for herself, Sophie walked back into the kitchen to be with Lucas as he continued to cook and waited for others to wake up. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to see Quentin . . . But of course she would have to, eventually. C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 1 0 : 5 8 A M ☁
In order of events. Spoiler: PHASE ONE Spoiler: PHASE TWO Spoiler: PHASE THREE As you can see, it was a slow spiral down into insanity.
⎛ DAY 6 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 26TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ IRRITABLE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ HOUSE LOCATIONS STILL APPLY. ⎠ ❝ＢＩＴＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＴＯＮＧＵＥ.❞ Due to her early rising habits, Sophie was awake at 9 : 02 am, but stayed in bed, where Lucas was not present. He was an early riser, too, so he must have been downstairs preparing breakfast for the rest of the household, which was quite a few people this morning. Last night's events were only a little blurry, so Sophie found herself remembering quite a bit, and the thoughts were haunting. She seldom lost control like that, and it was infuriating that alcohol could do such a thing. She got up and walked to her window. It was quite scenic outside. Flurries of snow danced about and covered every inch of available surface, creating a stage fit for the Waltz of the Snowflakes. It was quite beautiful, and lifted her mood somewhat. Shrugging on her over-sized cardigan, Sophie got out of bed at 10 : 03 am and left her room to go check on the others who had stayed the night in the monitor room. It seemed that only one person besides Lucas and herself ( Lucas was in the kitchen, cooking ) was up; Zoey. She was wandering about, somewhere near the billiards room and library, heading in the direction of the living room. Sophie switched cameras around and eventually found Quentin's room. He was up, but sitting in bed, not really moving. She sighed, and then rubbed at her face. Heading downstairs, Sophie faced herself with running into Zoey. ❝Good morning,❞ she greeted, ❝Lucas is making breakfast, why don't you join me in the kitchen?❞ It wasn't really a request — more like a demand because I don't feel like fucking around with anyone this morning. She smiled, although it was mostly forced, and lead Zoey to the large kitchen where a welcoming atmosphere and aroma was. ❝Good morning, Nico, Zoey,❞ Lucas said, moving from a griddle to a frying pan. Sophie gave a hum in reply and grabbed two mugs, offering Zoey coffee, and pouring herself some and sitting at the kitchen island on a stool. ❝You were with Dennis last night, weren't you?❞ she asked Zoey thoughtfully. C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 1 0 : 4 7 A M ☁
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ GUEST ROOM > ROOM ⎠⎛ MOOD ‖ SLEEPY ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ UNKNOWN !! ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠⎛ OOC ‖ GOOD NIGHT ! ⎠ ❝ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＭＥ. ＩＴ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ.❞ ❝Maybe, maybe not.❞ His hand was in her hair, which was making her completely lazy, and she wanted to either curl into him or push him off the bed. ❝Freddiiiiie . . .❞ she whined in a sleepy murmur at his reply. Sophie hated vague replies. ❝Aaah . . . Tell you what, if you're still curious about it tomorrow, I'll tell you then . . .❞ He seemed to doze off after that. She lazily looked at his sleeping face, and decided Freddie was quite cute when he was sleeping. For a little while, she lay in a state between sleep and being awake, playing with his hair instead, and then a little while later, the door opened and Lucas tiptoed into the room. ❝Do you want to sleep in here, or your room?❞ he asked her softly, moving her long hair from her face. ❝You decide . . .❞ she mumbled in reply, and with ease and gentleness, Lucas scooped her up, and she let go of Freddie's hand reluctantly. He really was a good friend of hers, a rare one she decided not to mess with a long time ago . . . She was sleepy as hell, though. The house was quite and all guests had been escorted or carried to rooms. Messes were tidied and cleaned, and everything was set as if no one had thrown a party in the first place, courtesy of the talented Lucas. He carried her throughout the large house without a word, and up to her own room, where he set her down and removed her cardigan at her request. ❝Sleep with me, Lucas . . .❞ she sleepily mumbled, and he sighed, but then smiled, and got out of his clothes, then climbed into bed with her. She cuddled into his side, thinking about nothing but sweet scent of his cologne. Freddie had smelled nice, too . . . ❝I love you, Lucas . . .❞ And she fell asleep. ❝You will not in the morning, love.❞ he whispered, and wrapped his arm around Sophie, and fell asleep, too. A L C O H O L ☁ C O N S U M T I O N☁ 2 1 G L A S S E S ☁ G O O D ☁ N I G H T ☁ !!☁ 3 : 2 3 A M ☁
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 5 │ 4/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ GUEST ROOM ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ SIGH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 13% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ — ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Most of the others were going to sleep, and even though Quentin was tired, he didn't want to be in the house anymore. He didn't want to see Sophie anymore, and he wasn't sure why that was, quite yet. Maybe he was embarrassed or upset with her? He had been before, again. She had been openly flirting with someone, right in front of him, some weeks ago. Just tonight . . . She wouldn't have actually . . . Would she have? He couldn't wrap his head around it, or understand. Was she always like that? He knew that she was openly comfortable with talking about sex, and that her sexuality was pan, but . . . He wondered where Noëlle was. He tried looking for her, and had nearly run into her a few times, but she always evaded him. He didn't even think she was in the house anymore. Bryan had disappeared, too. They must have left. He was disappointed. He could leave to, but the weather wasn't the greatest outside. Quentin sighed and walked back up to the third floor, back to the black door. A few of the doors in the house were black, and he thought it meant something special, but apparently not. This one though, he knew had been Sophie's room, especially when it had been dark and Lucas answered the first time. No one answered this time, and he slowly opened the door and felt around for a light switch. When he turned it on, he saw a mirage of bright colors and monochrome. The room had very little furniture in it, it was very minimalist. A large bed surrounded by a dark canopy that waterfalled from the ceiling, a comfy-looking chair in one of the corners, a high-tech stereo in another. A set of doors that led what was probably to a closet were painted with pastel see green colors. It was a room that seemed to fit Sophie in all of its chaotic design. "She wouldn't be pleased to find you snooping about." said a calm voice from behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Lucas. He hadn't even heard his footsteps. ". . . Maybe not. I was just looking for her." "No you weren't. You were avoiding her." he replied evenly, and Quentin internally glared. "Shall I show you to your room, or would you prefer to sleep here?" He didn't know if that was a trick question or not. "Are you her lover?" he asked quietly. "I am merely her friend." Huh. Right. Right. Somehow, he was doubtful. He was becoming angry now, but Lucas didn't seem to be lying. If he was . . . "A room would be nice, yes." he said curtly. He tried not to think about Sophie actually having sex with someone that wasn't him. He wanted her, but she didn't? He didn't know what she wanted. Maybe it was a bad idea to pursue her, but she was just so unusual. Noëlle, though . . . She was a lot like him, which usually, he would have thought was boring, maybe even annoying, but there was a certain something about her that was . . . likable. She was pretty, seemed outgoing . . . He mostly just wanted to hug her whenever he saw those sad looks on her face, which seemed more often, lately. "Good night, Quentin." Lucas closed the door. With a sigh, he flopped onto the soft bed and turned out the light. He didn't want to think anymore. He simply fell asleep.
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ VARIOUS ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ DRUNK ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ -17% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ KEKEKE. ⎠ ❝ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＭＥ. ＩＴ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ.❞ To be honest, Lucas hadn't been away that long, but that was long enough for her, especially because of the mood she was in. Because Freddie was with her though, she had been more subdued. His conversation cheered her up enough. She was honestly tempted to bed him, but Lucas probably wouldn't have been pleased with her 'promiscuous' behavior. She supposed he was right. Had he not had a small talk with her about it, Sophie was sure she would have tried to have sex with Freddie, Dennis, and Oliver. And if she would have seen Torvald, Quentin, or Pierce, them too. It was a bit annoying being drunk and hypersexual. Pierce . . . Sophie sighed loudly. ❝Freddie, walk with me.❞ she commanded, grabbing a new drink Lucas had prepared for her and latching her arm into his, dragging him along as they walked. ❝I need to walk.❞ While they walked, they talked about the play and various subjects that linked to one and other in the most obscure of ways, from supernovas to Indian cuisine, volcanos to bacteria and fish, Sophie was just all over the place and threw random foreign words from various languages like Chinese, French and Italian, and she was sure Freddie was understanding her . . . even though he probably wasn't. ❝You've got a nice fucking floor, Sophiera.❞ The two of them stopped to see a passed out Oliver on the floor. Lucas appeared right next to his unconscious body. ❝Lucas, I want him in my b - ❞ But she stopped short at the look he was giving her, even though it was completely, seemingly blank. She huffed. ❝Fine, drag him off to a bedroom.❞ With seemingly no trouble at all, Lucas lifted Oliver and spirited him away to a guest room. ❝Freddie, I am going to be perfectly honest right now,❞ Sophie started when the two arrived at the pool, ❝I am tempted to drag you off to my room so that we can have sex, but then Lucas would tan both our hides and neither of us would be happy in the morning. I hate being drunk,❞ she said sullenly as she took another gulp of her . . . drink. ❝Are you going to stay the night?❞ she asked him as she dragged him away from the poll area and towards the library and one of the back staircases. ❝Don't answer that, of course you are. No, no rejections. I won't have it.❞ She walked him to a room where he would be sleeping and laid on his bed lazily, thinking about ridiculous, silly things like real relationships, and love. ❝Freddie, do you have anyone you like . . . ?❞ A L C O H O L ☁ C O N S U M T I O N ☁ 2 1 G L A S S E S ☁ C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 3 : 0 1 A M ☁
⎝ DAY 5┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊LOFT F2 ⎞⎝ MOOD┊THOUGHTFUL / EMBARRASSED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊37% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊SORT OF LAZING, I'M SO OUT OF IT. ⎞ When Lucas popped up ( from out of nowhere, he might add ) and told him that Noëlle left Sophie's house and was on foot, Bryan had no objections to quickly leaving Erik's side ( it was really wonderful talking to him, Bryan admitted ) and leaving the house in search of her, without saying goodbye to his host. Noëlle always came first, in these kinds of situations. He'd been advised to drive slow, which was a good idea, so he went at about 25mph, looking on the side of the road with his headlights on, searching for any signs of his sister. God, why did she leave without telling him? He was a bit agitated at that, but she did seem troubled, and . . . Had there really been no one for her at the party? She could have told him, they would have gone home together . . . Bryan guessed that they weren't back at that stage yet. Because Jayn had to hurry and leave, Bryan found Noëlle and said "Hey, hop in sugar, we're going for a ride on the wild side, ya dig?" But in reality, they had to get home, so that's what they did and then Bryan got undressed, acted a little sulky, and fell asleep with his scarf on.
A • V E R Y • B U S Y • E V E N I N G Most guests do not pay much attention to me, I tend to appear here and there, deliver what is needed, and then disappear just as quickly. In reality, many of them do not pay much attention, or are not quite so observant to see me come and go. I am not normally one who appreciates the spotlight, but I find myself, every now and again, at the center of attention. Fortunately, this is not one of those times. I have known SOPHIE and the Bennett family for many years, since I was a young boy. I have lived under their roof for just a few less, when my family could no longer properly take care of me. I, who does not like being in anyone's debt, owe them my life, one that could have turned out quite horrifyingly had I not been taken in. Enough about me. Currently, I have just finished making a drink for SOPHIE, who is fond of me referring to her as 'NICO', for reasons I am unallowed to disclose. I am not her 'butler' or 'servant' as many people tend to think of me as, but I am more her 'friend'. Her closest, in fact, and the only one who knows how she functions to the T. She has been acting very odd, tonight and has complained to me at least once about every single one of her guests. QUENTIN, most of all. For some reason, when she becomes agitated, she becomes aroused more easily, and is then generally prone to dragging me into her bed. I have not much to comment on it. She is a very silly girl, and is rather childish. Although I do not display it, I feel an interest in each of her guests, some different from others. RICHIE DUVONT, for example, is rather attractive, but his personality does not interest me. TORVALD TANNHAUSER interests me intellectually. ZOEY KLINE's life story interests me. DENNIS BAKER's easily nervous tremors are also interesting. Each guest has something for me to be interested in. Some sexual, some not. I could list them all, but that seems rather much. ❝I will be back.❞ I tell her and FREDDIE, and then leave the kitchen to quickly inspect the house through the path I walk. I reach the third floor and return to the monitor room to check each guest's status. Some are already asleep, a few are still awake. NOËLLE CHAMBERS has dismissed herself from the house completely quite a while ago, without her brother. Hmm. Well, that is none of my concern, although I am tempted to retrieve Miss Chambers from the frosty weather. I flip on another monitor, which displays the news. There always seems to be a tragedy abound on Christmas evening, even though it is past that already. A car wreck involving a drunken driver and an innocent man. The man's name is familiar to me, and my face creases with a frown. You will find I rarely show facial expressions that are my own in public. A courteous smile here, a hand gesture there. His name is JULIUS MENON. A professor at Fortissimo University that many of the party guests are quite fond of. It does not sound good. They have not disclosed whether or not he is still alive. Sophie will not be pleased upon hearing this, but as she is drunk, I decide to not mention it until morning. Another monitor displays a girl curled up in a closet on Floor One, near the billiards room. This will not do, why is she in there? Before confirming the location of the other guests, I leave the room. Grabbing clothing from a closet on the second floor, I settle them in a guest room and walk down the stairs, out of sight from the other guests, and then give two knocks on the closet before waiting to open it. ❝You will hurt your back if you stay in that position,❞ I tell her, and then pull her up to her feet. ❝Come, a guest room awaits. Sophie will not be pleased if you sleep in here. She prefers to see her friends well treated.❞ Latching her own arm onto mine, I cordially lead her up a back staircase to avoid the eyes of others, and then to the guest room I have prepared for her. ❝A change of clothing has been provided, and you are free to take a shower, need be.❞ I smile politely, ❝Good night, Miss Mhenjer. Sleep well.❞ and then close the door after leaving her to be. I walk down to the loft where BRYAN CHAMBERS and ERIK WINST are, and have been for quite some time. ❝Bryan,❞ I say, and the young man looks up at me, ❝Your sister has left the house.❞ He raises his eyebrows at me, and then looks to ERIK. ❝I suggest you go out and find her before she catches her death.❞ ❝A - Ah . . . Yeah. Sorry Erik, gotta go!❞ he tells the other young man, and quickly gets up. I escort him to the door and tell him to be cautious in the weather. I tell him not to walk, and drive fairly slowly, she could not be far. He leaves with a quick 'Thank you' and 'See you'. When I walk back up to the second floor, I motion to another guest room I have prepared and tell Mr. Winst that it is his. I return to the monitor room and check the status of NATALIE WILLIAMS at the pool, and SARAH COLMAN in the living room, along with ALEX RHODES. There had been a bit of an issue with them earlier, but it seems they have cooled down. We can't have furniture being destroyed, now. SOPHIE would not be pleased. To a Floor Two camera I switch, and I see ZACHARY MASTERSON banging on the door where RICHIE DUVONT and ELISA MULSHINE are staying, and switch on the speaker to listen to him. It seems he has to use the restroom. I definitely believe that he is drunk, and without quarrel, I walk out of the room once more and to the second floor. ❝Zachary, there is a restroom down the hallway from here, it is the second to last door on your left.❞ And I point to it, then walk away. I once again am in the monitor room. Honestly, I am surprised that all of the guests are not four to eight-years-old. They certainly act like it, and need a babysitter. Of course, that is why I am present tonight. They would have all run amok in this house had and were I not. The interesting TORVALD TANNHAUSER has moved away from the pool by this time, and I watch him walk from the library's balcony ( his martini still in hand, of course ), and inside, beginning to scour through books where I can't help but notice are from the section the World's history. Particularly the section of World War II and the Cold War. I allow myself a smirk. He is a most interesting person, indeed. Everything seems to be in order, for now. I sigh, feeling a little bit of satisfaction at the organization of everything, and then return to the kitchen where SOPHIE and FREDDIE are still speaking. I decide that I don't need to check on QUENTIN. ❝You were gone too long.❞ she tells me, and I smile.
Most guests do not pay much attention to me, I tend to appear here and there, deliver what is needed, and then disappear just as quickly. In reality, many of them do not pay much attention, or are not quite so observant to see me come and go.
I am not normally one who appreciates the spotlight, but I find myself, every now and again, at the center of attention. Fortunately, this is not one of those times.
I have known SOPHIE and the Bennett family for many years, since I was a young boy. I have lived under their roof for just a few less, when my family could no longer properly take care of me. I, who does not like being in anyone's debt, owe them my life, one that could have turned out quite horrifyingly had I not been taken in.
Enough about me.
Currently, I have just finished making a drink for SOPHIE, who is fond of me referring to her as 'NICO', for reasons I am unallowed to disclose. I am not her 'butler' or 'servant' as many people tend to think of me as, but I am more her 'friend'. Her closest, in fact, and the only one who knows how she functions to the T.
She has been acting very odd, tonight and has complained to me at least once about every single one of her guests. QUENTIN, most of all. For some reason, when she becomes agitated, she becomes aroused more easily, and is then generally prone to dragging me into her bed. I have not much to comment on it. She is a very silly girl, and is rather childish.
Although I do not display it, I feel an interest in each of her guests, some different from others. RICHIE DUVONT, for example, is rather attractive, but his personality does not interest me. TORVALD TANNHAUSER interests me intellectually. ZOEY KLINE's life story interests me. DENNIS BAKER's easily nervous tremors are also interesting. Each guest has something for me to be interested in. Some sexual, some not.
I could list them all, but that seems rather much.
❝I will be back.❞ I tell her and FREDDIE, and then leave the kitchen to quickly inspect the house through the path I walk. I reach the third floor and return to the monitor room to check each guest's status.
Some are already asleep, a few are still awake. NOËLLE CHAMBERS has dismissed herself from the house completely quite a while ago, without her brother. Hmm. Well, that is none of my concern, although I am tempted to retrieve Miss Chambers from the frosty weather.
I flip on another monitor, which displays the news. There always seems to be a tragedy abound on Christmas evening, even though it is past that already. A car wreck involving a drunken driver and an innocent man. The man's name is familiar to me, and my face creases with a frown. You will find I rarely show facial expressions that are my own in public. A courteous smile here, a hand gesture there.
His name is JULIUS MENON. A professor at Fortissimo University that many of the party guests are quite fond of. It does not sound good. They have not disclosed whether or not he is still alive. Sophie will not be pleased upon hearing this, but as she is drunk, I decide to not mention it until morning.
Another monitor displays a girl curled up in a closet on Floor One, near the billiards room. This will not do, why is she in there? Before confirming the location of the other guests, I leave the room.
Grabbing clothing from a closet on the second floor, I settle them in a guest room and walk down the stairs, out of sight from the other guests, and then give two knocks on the closet before waiting to open it.
❝You will hurt your back if you stay in that position,❞ I tell her, and then pull her up to her feet. ❝Come, a guest room awaits. Sophie will not be pleased if you sleep in here. She prefers to see her friends well treated.❞ Latching her own arm onto mine, I cordially lead her up a back staircase to avoid the eyes of others, and then to the guest room I have prepared for her.
❝A change of clothing has been provided, and you are free to take a shower, need be.❞ I smile politely, ❝Good night, Miss Mhenjer. Sleep well.❞ and then close the door after leaving her to be.
I walk down to the loft where BRYAN CHAMBERS and ERIK WINST are, and have been for quite some time. ❝Bryan,❞ I say, and the young man looks up at me, ❝Your sister has left the house.❞ He raises his eyebrows at me, and then looks to ERIK. ❝I suggest you go out and find her before she catches her death.❞
❝A - Ah . . . Yeah. Sorry Erik, gotta go!❞ he tells the other young man, and quickly gets up. I escort him to the door and tell him to be cautious in the weather. I tell him not to walk, and drive fairly slowly, she could not be far. He leaves with a quick 'Thank you' and 'See you'. When I walk back up to the second floor, I motion to another guest room I have prepared and tell Mr. Winst that it is his.
I return to the monitor room and check the status of NATALIE WILLIAMS at the pool, and SARAH COLMAN in the living room, along with ALEX RHODES. There had been a bit of an issue with them earlier, but it seems they have cooled down. We can't have furniture being destroyed, now. SOPHIE would not be pleased.
To a Floor Two camera I switch, and I see ZACHARY MASTERSON banging on the door where RICHIE DUVONT and ELISA MULSHINE are staying, and switch on the speaker to listen to him. It seems he has to use the restroom. I definitely believe that he is drunk, and without quarrel, I walk out of the room once more and to the second floor. ❝Zachary, there is a restroom down the hallway from here, it is the second to last door on your left.❞ And I point to it, then walk away.
I once again am in the monitor room. Honestly, I am surprised that all of the guests are not four to eight-years-old. They certainly act like it, and need a babysitter. Of course, that is why I am present tonight. They would have all run amok in this house had and were I not.
The interesting TORVALD TANNHAUSER has moved away from the pool by this time, and I watch him walk from the library's balcony ( his martini still in hand, of course ), and inside, beginning to scour through books where I can't help but notice are from the section the World's history. Particularly the section of World War II and the Cold War. I allow myself a smirk. He is a most interesting person, indeed.
Everything seems to be in order, for now. I sigh, feeling a little bit of satisfaction at the organization of everything, and then return to the kitchen where SOPHIE and FREDDIE are still speaking. I decide that I don't need to check on QUENTIN.
❝You were gone too long.❞ she tells me, and I smile.
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ MOSTLY UPSET ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ -47% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE 'LOCATION', PLEASE PUT WHERE YOU ARE IN THE HOUSE. ⎠ ❝ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＭＥ. ＩＴ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ.❞ ❝Well, I really am sorry I'm late. Didn't choose to be late though. Traffic was horrible, y'know?❞ Sophie glared at him as he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, though she was overreacting. ❝Excuses.❞ she huffed, crossing her arms and turning on her heel to start walking. ❝You guys totally fucked, didn't you?❞ Freddie asked, and from the tone of his voice, Sophie could tell he was smiling without having to look at him. Subconsciously, she buttoned up her cardigan. ❝Jealous , Freddie?❞ she asked, and then around the corner, Quentin appeared, and she stopped, seeing the look on his face. Great, Quentin had heard. He looked at Lucas, then back at her, then back at Lucas. Without another word, he turned around and walked away. Sophie looked up at Lucas, then over her shoulder at Freddie. Well, this was just wonderful. Save the sulking for later, Sophie. she told herself, and then shrugged the hand off her shoulder and continued to walk. She cleared her throat. ❝What was it, some kind of traffic jam? Perhaps a car wreck?❞ she asked Freddie. It was mostly a distraction, though she was happy ( she wouldn't tell him that ) he was here, now. He was lucky that he didn't show up before, otherwise it probably would have been him in her bed, instead of Lucas. God, that was such a bad, sloppy move to have let Quentin hear that — especially when she hadn't meant for him to. She led the two boys into the kitchen, where she told Lucas to mix her a Long Island, using the strawberry rum instead of the white rum. He complied without consent, and then began on the drink after serving Freddie whatever he wanted. ❝It seems there has been a car wreck not too far from here, Nico.❞ Lucas replied after setting down her tall glass. She picked it up and sipped at it, raising an eyebrow, and then looked at Freddie. If there was anyone else in the kitchen, she wasn't quite paying attention to them because her mind was chaos, pathetically drowned in alcohol. A L C O H O L ☁ C O N S U M T I O N ☁ 1 9 G L A S S E S ☁
Such art. It embodies everything Nomura-san is. He would be proud, Envy.
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 3/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ VARIOUS ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ MOSTLY UPSET ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ ❤!!! > 6% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT !! ⎠ ❝ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＭＥ. ＩＴ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ.❞ Discarded clothing lay all over the white-carpeted floor in a dark room, where a king-sized bed lay in the center, against the northern wall of the large room. Two nude figures, one much taller than the other, tangled themselves together on the sheets. ❝L - Lucas - . . .❞ Sophie would go for as long as it took her to forget how angry and upset she was at and with Quentin. She would not let something silly like emotion rule her mood. That wasn't how Sophie Bennett functioned. She messed with other people's heads — no one messed with hers. She quickly became distracted with a trail of kisses that ran down her neck while the slow and thoughtful, back-and-forth back and forth movement continued. If Lucas was good for anything, it was definitely a distraction. ❝Damn you f - for being so good with y - your mouth,❞ she muttered against his bare, pale shoulder, and then opened her mouth on it to place a bit of a harsh bite. Just a moment later, she gasped out in pain at the sudden force being exerted on her. ❝Do not become too cavalier, Nico,❞ Lucas murmured against her neck. Scowling petulantly, Sophie gave a lick to the area where she had drawn a little blood. ☁ 2 : 1 9 A M ☁ Still a little peevish, Sophie curled into Lucas' bare side who cordially adjusted himself to let her be however she pleased. ❝Lucas.❞ ❝Yes, Nico?❞ ❝I'm completely drunk.❞ ❝You are.❞ ❝Why did you let me drink so much?❞ ❝You would have bit me harder.❞ ❝You would have liked that.❞ ❝Perhaps, but your mood would have been a lot worse had I not.❞ Sophie had no real retort that wasn't driven by her drunken nature. Silence fell. Just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. ❝He's found us.❞ ❝Indeed. What would you like to do?❞ ❝Answer the door for me. It's dark, he won't be able to see me inside.❞ ❝Very well, if you say so.❞ Quickly, before another knock could come, Lucas pulled on his briefs, his slacks, and his dress shirt that was then nimbly tucked into his black slacks and buttoned up, while his tie was slipped around his neck and straightened out. His shoes were slipped on after his socks and it took all of one minute for him to clean himself up. He walked to the door and Sophie watched carefully. When he opened it, Quentin ( she knew it ) was standing there, looking a bit confused and trying to see past the taller Lucas and into the dark room. He cleared his throat, ❝Is Sophie around . . . ?❞ Lucas didn't move from his spot, but in the dark, Sophie saw his hand move behind his back, speaking in Sign Language that said 'Yes or no? ' In reply, as quietly as she could, she tapped the wall behind her twice, saying for 'No.' It seemed that Quentin didn't hear, luckily. ❝Not currently, try the lounge on the first floor, I believe I last saw her there.❞ Lucas replied smoothly, but Quentin didn't look appeased. ❝Mmm . . . Well, if you see her, tell here I — . . . I want to talk to her.❞ he claimed with a little more volume, and a part of Sophie knew that Quentin knew she was in the dark room, hiding. He walked away and Lucas closed the door. ❝Nico . . . ?❞ ❝Don't turn on the light,❞ she quickly said, and a tried-to-be-controlled sniffle followed. Lucas was quiet and decided not to patronize her. ❝I will be in the monitor room if you need me.❞ he offered, and then the door closed and Sophie was alone. ☁ 2 : 2 6 A M ☁ She was definitely drunk, but it didn't really feel like it. She could see just fine, walk just fine, her breath smelled a little worse for the wear — mostly of alcoholic strawberries, but nonetheless. Deciding not to put her dress back on, Sophie slipped a tank top, underwear, and a dark teal cardigan that passed her hips and looked a bit over-sized. The doorbell rang downstairs and she walked out of her room, turned down the hallway, went down a staircase, passed Bryan and Erik, turned down two more hallways, went down another staircase, and right before she reached the door, there was Lucas, opening it. She scowled at him and the opened door revealed — ❝You're late.❞ Sophie marched right up to Freddie, having to crane her neck a little, and jabbed a finger into his chest. ❝You're lucky I don't hate you, otherwise I would have Lucas throw you into the outside pool and lock you in there.❞ Even though she was perfectly coherent, Freddie could usually tell when she was drunk. And boy, was she drunk. A L C O H O L ☁ C O N S U M T I O N ☁ 1 7 G L A S S E S ☁ C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 2 : 2 9 A M ☁
⎝ DAY 5┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊LOFT F2 ⎞⎝ MOOD┊BETTER ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊33% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Bryan had been embarrassed, to say the least, when both Richie and Elisa showed a physical interest in him. Richie, most of all. He felt dirty just hearing what he said. Dear god, his face had been really red. He decided to definitely not mention that to him or Elisa in the morning. "There isn't," Erik said after he set the bottle of whiskey down, and then Erik took it away. Bryan had seen him drinking beer, and wondered why, if he didn't like it, he drank it anyway. He guessed there were some things better better left out of the conversation. "Quiet and boring. I don't see family so it's just me." Bryan frowned; that sounded lonely. "What about you? I can imagine it being a little more active at your house. Did your sister get you that?" He looked down at his scarf, realizing that he was messing with the tassels again. He smiled warmly at it. "Yeah," he said thoughtfully, "Actually, she made it for me. It's really soft — . . . Wanna feel?" It was a bit of an odd question to ask, asking to feel the scarf, but he didn't see much wrong with it. For a second, Bryan thought about taking it off and handing it to him, but since they were sitting on different couches across from each other, and there was enough space on the other for the both of them . . . Bryan got up and moved to the other side, not sitting too close to Erik, but just enough for acquaintances. He pulled at the soft green fabric a bit and then let Erik feel it. "Makes me feel a little bad since I bought her just a necklace . . . I hope she liked it, though." he commented. "Christmases aren't as great as they used to be when I was younger. A lot of things have changed . . ." Even last year was more brighter than this year, but he guessed it still wasn't so bad. "No presents for you, though? Hmm . . ." He looked around and only found his Coke can that was still unopened because he had gotten distracted with Richie and Elisa. He grabbed it and then held it out to Erik, "Merry Christmas, Erik." he said with a bright smile that touched his eyes. It was a little silly, but . . .
It's a learning test. With each question you answer, it comes up with a more difficult one to ask you. Next thing you know, it'll be questioning how long your sanity will hold out.
I want to be the guy that's getting punch, solely for the reason of getting a betting view of the guy who's punching me.
Spoiler: FIGHTING EVIL BY MOONLIGHT WINNING LOVE BY DAYLIGHT Darien x Serena ( as I knew them, then ) was probably my first OTP. Spoiler: AND THEN THERE WAS THIS InuYasha x Kagome was probably my second OTP. Now I hate Kagome and want to erase her existence.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ THE FUCK?✖ DAY 6 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/26/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ LIBRARY [/url]Much to all of her classmates' surprise, Hay Sun hadn't made a single snarky remark or got into a fight with anyone, not even the teachers. Of course, that didn't stop her from getting in trouble; she had been thinking all day about her research and the teachers were annoyed with it. Mr. DeForest had a short talk with her, and she honestly explained her reasoning, which he understood well enough. School was soon over and Hay Sun was out of her fancy-ass school uniform, slipping on something far more comfortable. There hadn't been any dreams or day hallucinations lately, and she was glad for that. Maybe they were just momentary, or situational, or something. They did seem rather random. She spent more time at the library, scoping out a more narrow subject in her books; just Uriel and what little information she could find on Puriel. Their personalities were much like hers; quick to act, fiery, harsh . . . She could see the similarities, which was a little annoying/unnerving. Why did she have these things in common with fictional, not-real beings like angels ? Hay Sun began to wonder if there were other people around her, around the world, having her problems. ❝Even if there were, how would I find them . . . ?❞ Suddenly, she picked up a pen sitting next to her and began scribbling down names and numbers. Her eyes were flashing white and different shades of teal and blue, and she wasn't exactly breathing. ❝Holy fucking shit, what the hell was that?❞ Hay Sun gasped for breath, clenching her fists on the table. She blinked a few times, and then looked at the scribbled names and numbers. ✖ ALISTAIR GREY : XXX-XXX-XXXX ✖ CASSANDRA HANSEN : XXX-XXX-XXXX ✖ HENRIK BRANDT : XXX-XXX-XXXX ✖ ADAM PIKE : XXX-XXX-XXXX ✖ SADIE-CLARE RENVICK : XXX-XXX-XXXX She stared at the names and numbers. All of them were foreign to her, and those area codes didn't even look like were from around France. The last one was underlined a few times where the others weren't.Nope, nope, nope. No fucking way. ❝I am so sick of this daze shit happening.❞ she mumbled to herself, and a passing librarian gave her a strange look.
⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 3/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ VARIOUS ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ MOSTLY UPSET ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ - 94% / VARIOUS ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ KEKEKE. ⎠ ❝ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＭＥ. ＩＴ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ.❞ Sophie had left Pierce, telling her they would catch up later, telling her to get some rest, or something else. She attended to the other guests, looking around to see if there was any destruction of her home, and the only person she was worried about, really, was Torvald. He was a bit extreme and Sophie knew that her parents' home wasn't in his tastes, since he was more about the less fortunate. She had nothing to do with any of this excess spending of money. This was when her fall into a bad mood started. When she found that Torvald was inspecting her house ( yes, she did follow him for a bit ), she immediately headed for the wine cellar and grabbed a bottle of sweet, strawberry flavored rum. Strong enough to knock out even someone like Sir Patch. At a very young age, Sophie had found she had an extremely high tolerance for alcohol. ☁ 1 1 : 3 8 P M ☁☁☁2 G L A S S E S ☁ Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, mingling among their own little party. For intel, no one had been having sex yet, which Sophie was a bit thankful for, and then she headed down to the pool. Her mood got worse. Under the influence of just a bit of alcohol ( which had been five glasses of the the rum later ), Sophie found that she hated Richie all of a sudden. ❝Sulking in public doesn't suit you, Nico.❞ Lucas had escorted her away from the area just as Quentin was coming out of the pool. ☁ 1 2 : 1 4 A M ☁☁☁5 G L A S S E S ☁ ❝Seraphina is beginning to annoy me.❞ Sophie huffed childishly, a few more glasses later. ❝She has been flirting with practically every boy, and she has the ridiculous notion that I actually like like her as some sort of friend.❞ Lucas chuckled, ❝You are drunk, Nico.❞ ❝I am not.❞ she protested, crossing one arm over her chest and then taking another sip of her drink. ☁ 1 2 : 4 9 A M ☁☁☁7 G L A S S E S ☁ ❝Where in God's name is Freddie?❞ Sophie snapped, two more glasses later, ❝That idiot told me — he said he was going to be here.❞ With a slightly smiling Lucas ( he was fairly amused ) at her side, he listened to her rant about how much she hated Freddie for not being here already ( even though he was one of her better friends ), and how much of an incompetent, ridiculous, sorry, amusing, crushing-on-his-guitar, 'idiot ' he was. Lucas knew she was very fond of Freddie, through this rant. ☁ 1 : 2 1 A M ☁☁☁1 0 G L A S S E S ☁ ❝Lucas, tell Dennis that I think he is attractive.❞ Sophie said some time later, walking down the hall with the vigor of being angry. ❝And if you see Quentin along the way, tell him I hate him and I wish his existence had never walked into my life.❞ ❝You will regret that in the morning, Nico.❞ Lucas said gently. ❝Fine then. I will just have hate sex with Torvald in the morning to rid myself of that regret.❞ she flared, fingering the black bow of her dress. Lucas chuckled again and headed for the kitchen to deliver the message. ❝Dennis, I am here on behalf of Sophie to tell you she thinks you are an attractive fellow. Enjoy your evening.❞ He returned to the second floor loft overseeing the pool to see Sophie blushing fiercely. ❝I hate Quentin.❞ Lucas chuckled. ☁ 1 : 3 7 A M☁☁☁1 4 G L A S S E S ☁ Sophie and Lucas had run into Erik and Bryan who were on the second floor, after they had escorted Elisa and Richie to rooms and Lucas cleaned the mess Elisa had made. Bryan gave her a strange look when she called for Lucas, but she ignored it and the two set off again, down the hall. They walked up the staircase, and turned down another hall. The third floor was the smallest floor, and in the furthest corner of it, in a bit of a hidden room, there were camera monitors ( any house in this neck of the woods would have one ). Each displayed multiple and various places in the house, viewing anyone at any given time. ❝Quentin, Lucas.❞ Sophie demanded, setting her glass down, finally, and looking at each screen with a loathing, as if she wanted to destroy them all. Lucas clicked around a few times, and then found one with Quentin in a more private area of the second floor, looking around the study he was currently in that was filled with tons of books on assorted subjects from cooking to astrophysics. ❝Look at him, abhorrent creature. I wish he would fall off a building.❞ Sophie muttered poutily. ❝Who does he think he is, anyway? Flirting so openly with that . . . drunken, debauched little boy.❞ Lucas stood and put an arm around Sophie who unwillingly leaned into him and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from being so emotional. So silly. ❝Lucas, I am sexually frustrated. My room. Now.❞ The two disappeared into a room with a black door. A L C O H O L ☁ C O N S U M T I O N ☁ 1 6 G L A S S E S ☁ C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 1 : 4 2 A M ☁
⎝ DAY 5┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊SOPHIE'S HOUSE > LOFT F2 ⎞⎝ MOOD┊BETTER-ISH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊31% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊THIS POST IS LONG FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. ⎞ Bryan grinned when Erik hopped to his feet. "Alright then. Let's go, I guess." The two boys gathered what little stuff they had with them and headed back inside, away from the cool night. It was warm inside the large house, and Bryan found himself removing his brown coat and rolling up the sleeves to his shirt, too. "After you." Erik motioned, "I'm pretty sure if I led the way, we'd just get lost." He chuckled. Bryan's green eyes lit up. He liked the way Erik laughed. He began walking through the maze-like home, trying to make heads and tails of everything and leaving mental markers where they wouldn't go and get lost. Eventually, they found a staircase that led upstairs and found an area that had an overview of the living room Sophie had originally spoke in. Before they could reach it - There was a splash of drink and Bryan looked down to see that the carpeted floor was a little wet now. He frowned and looked up to see who bumped into him and blushed a bit when he found it was Elisa, who was a little red in the face. He shouldn't be surprised that she was drinking ( she did kind of look like the type ), but he was a little put off by it. "Hi!" she chirped, "S - Sorry for bumping into you . . . Wasn't really looking." Well, he couldn't tell how much she'd had because she wasn't really slurring. When she took another drink, Bryan bit the inside of his cheek. "Are you guys alright?" "Y - Yeah. Yeah, we're fine!" he said, trying to cover up his embarrassment. Oh, god. Drunk people were honestly his least favorite kind. When Bryan was younger, he had vowed to stay away from all the alcohol and leisure drinking. For the most part, it worked, and he usually only had a glass of wine or champagne at weddings and special events. Ugh. "Sorry I kind of ditched you b - back at the p . . . ool." Another young voice entered the fray and Bryan saw it was Richie, who was looking more out of it than Elisa. Okay, Sophie's choice of letting alcohol be free at the party was definitely a bad idea. And these guys, actually taking the offer was even worse. What was so great about drinking? He tried not to get riled up about it. "I think you've both had enough." Erik said, and Bryan quickly nodded in agreement, wishing he would have said something, too. How could the both of them ( younger than him! ) already have drank so much? Was there some kind of teenage quota they had to fill? He shook his head. Alcohoooooooooool, why. When Erik swooped Elisa up and began walking in the direction of a room, Bryan reached out after him and watched him sling her over his shoulder. With a sigh, he looked at Richie and frowned. "You drank too much." he said bluntly, almost a little rude. "C'mon. Bed." He got behind him and placed both hands on Richie's shoulders and began steering him in the direction of the same room Erik was taking Elisa to. After walking down a series of hallways, the two boys finally found a room with two beds and told Richie and Elisa to go to sleep. It was late anyway. No more alcohol for them. Lucas had appeared and also said no more alcohol, and when they closed the door and were out in the hallway with them, "I've retrieved their bottles, all of the cabinets are locked and coded, and I've also cleaned the small, unfortunate mess Miss Mulshine created." he explained, "Enjoy your evening." "Lucas . . ." came an almost-whining voice from behind them, and Bryan looked over his shoulder to see a slightly pouty-looking Sophie, who had a glass in her hand filled with some liquid that was probably alcohol. She didn't look nearly as drunk as Elisa or Richie had. "Quickly now, Quentin is going to find me and I will punch him if I see him again." Bryan frowned. What was up with that? The two disappeared down another hall. Eventually, Erik and Bryan found themselves sitting on couches, listening to the serene music that played itself over speakers that were scattered about and hidden in various places. What kind of work did Sophie's parents do? Damn. "This is quite the house," he said, leaning back into the couch, and then eyed the confiscated bottles on the table. "I don't understand what's so great about this stuff," he muttered, sniffing the bottle of whiskey. The scent was strong and mostly sweet and he scowled at it. If he didn't know better, he'd say the stuff was juice. With a careless shrug, he took a drink of it. Ugh. It burned his throat, but the sweetness wasn't bad. He could feel the warmth spread throughout his body, and then set it down. It didn't taste bad, but excess amounts of it . . . He picked up his Coke and sipped some of that instead. "How was your Christmas morning?" he asked Erik, avoiding looking at the bottle of whiskey again.
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ POOL ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ AMUSED > CONFUSED/CONCERNED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 33% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ — ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Quentin could easily that his little invitation had more than excited Richie, who was flush-faced and completely aroused, the feelings amped up by the alcohol. He wasn't made even slightly uncomfortable by the fact that the drunken teenager looked like he wanted to eat Quentin as he wallowed through the water towards the more shallow side. Quentin smirked again when he was asked how he was feeling. He felt a hand on his leg, then another that was getting closer to his crotch, yet he didn't really feel aroused. The whisper in his ear shot a light shiver down his spine, and he was just going to go with it. A pair of footsteps approached and Quentin became acutely aware of someone behind him, instead of focusing on Richie. A shadow was cast over the both of them and Quentin looked up to see a not-so-happy looking Torvald, for some reason he couldn't discover. Without really knowing what happened next, there was a splash and Torvald was once again holding his drink while Quentin laughed. Hard. Torvald was a real card — even if he was a little dramatic from time to time. "Richie, sober up, you're drunk." "Speak for yourself, Torvald." Quentin said, getting out of the pool. He walked towards the chair where his clothes were sitting, and there was a towel that came from seemingly nowhere. "A dip may prove beneficial for yourself, as well." Though he seemed relatively cool for being drunk, Quentin could smell the vial substance on his person and breath. In one of the entrances to the pool, Quentin spotted Sophie who was standing, solely a dress on, with her arms crossed. She didn't look happy at all. Lucas appeared next to her from, again, nowhere, and escorted her away, looking as if he were consoling her for something. Quentin . . . didn't understand. Was she upset? What for? In a momentary flurry of thoughts, he turned back to Richie, who was by this time, back at the edge of the pool and clearing off his face, and bent down, whispering in his ear where his lips nearly touched, "Some other time." With his clothing in tow, he bid Richie and Torvald farewell, and then left the area, in search of Sophie.
