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"You don't go swimming often, huh? You seem to be a natural Quentin... the way your body glides across the water. It's truly something beautiful..."

Quentin didn't seem to mind being complimented, so he figured he'd flatter the man to death. It couldn't hurt, right? His thoughts were distrupted when he felt gentle fingers skate across his shoulders. Oh God, Quentin had some magical fingers. One sensitive touch and Richie felt he would do anything for him. The words that immediately followed caused the boy to nod his head in agreement.

"I love the water, yes... but not the ocean, hehe..." An unfamiliar voice echoed across the pool area bluntly. His comment made Richie chuckle. The boy was about to say something when Quentin interrupted
him with a bold question that rocked him. Suddenly, Richie felt extremely shy and docile.

"I... um... I'd like to... actually, it's totally up to you..."

. . .
. . .

"I am yours to command."

Quentin's skin felt so warm against Richie's flushed cheeks as he continued to rest his head on his shoulder. His smile grew slightly larger when the brunet offered for both of them to jump in...

...Together...? Oh. My. God.

Richie's cheeks burned as Quentin [ willingly ] tool his hand and forced him into the pool. The sudden contact with water soothed his firery cheeks and cleared his head a little. When he emerged from the water, he actually became a little more aware of what he was actually doing... and where. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed crisp water out of his eyes as he, again, admired the man's amazing body. / 'Damn he is so hot...' /

"How does that feel?"

Quentin's question broke the short silence between the two. He took a moment to
consider what to say. How should he come off? Now that some of the foginess in his head had been lifted due to the water, he could logically think about the choices he should make. He'd
been coming off as flirtatious the whole time the two interacted, so why stop now? It was now or never, especially considering that Quentin didn't seem comfortable in the water. When would the two be alone in a pool again?

Richie cleared his throat, and confidently replied [ with an underlying sexy / flirtatious tone ], "I think the water's perfect... just like you Quentin... what do you think? You seem a little... apprehensive in the water. Are you alright?" At certain moments his speech was slightly slurred, but it was a world's away from how he spoke before.

...Thank goodness, since Quentin seemed offput by the drunken speech.

A bathing suit was tossed the boy's way haphazardly by Quentin. His prior comment wasn't / exactly / true... he'd rather see the man swim in his clothes than himself. He was disappointed when he saw Quentin exit the pool area, already beginning to change on his way out. He was very tempted to follow him, but he felt too... unmotivated? Richie peered around the room and noticed a girl at the other edge of the pool, paying him no mind. He wanted to get changed right there, but he decided to ignore his laziness and followed Quentin. He couldn't help but admire the brunet's body as he noticed him change and walk. He wasn't too fit, which he liked, but he had just enough muscle to make him appealing towards the boy.

After Quentin had finished changing, Richie took his turn in the changing room. The bathing suit was pretty plain and... well, ugly, but he would have to settle because it was his only option. After departing the changing room, the boy stripped off his shirt, leaving his slightly toned and yet petite body. He grabbed Quentin's hand with a giggle and led him back to the pool area. He sat both them down at the edge of the pool with a cheeky smile.

"D...do you want to go... in fir...first...? I'd love to wa...tch you dive in..." The boy rested his head on Quentin's shoulder, eagerly awaiting his reply.

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✧ location: bennett home [ kitchen // indoor pool ]✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: quentin ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

because andrew is a dumbass and lost his post here's a quick summary:

~ richie follows quentin because he's hot and richie's drunk, plus he's compelled by his idgaf attitude

~ richie sits next to quentin when they enter the pool area and is like "the water is beau but i don't have no bathing suit doh"

and sax here's a dialogue of richie saying that in case you want it for your post:

"The wa... water looks so nice... does...n't it? Toooooo... bad I don't havve my ba...thing suit..."

oh also drunkish!richie is attempting to inch closer and closer to his future honey boo boo just fyi

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✧ location: bennett home ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

Elisa approached Richie with a genuine smile. He returned the gesture, motioning for his best friend to sit on a nearby chair. He handed the girl her gift shyly, attempting to act as kawaii as possible. Elisa loved stuff like that, and Richie didn't mind acting all cute. He counted to three out loud, Elisa's present rested on his lap. At the end of the countdown, both of them opened their presents. Squeals of glee escaped the friends' lips as their eyes widened at the sight of their gifts. Without having to say a word, the duo immediately hugged and Richie kissed Elisa's cheek. "Thank you so much! I love love love it! How about I get us some drinks to celebrate, huh?" With that, Richie immediately headed towards the kitchen and brought back two glasses of chardonnay.

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The two consumed quite a few more drinks; Richie: five, Elisa: three. The blonde was holding up fine, and he knew Elisa could hold her liquor, yet he couldn't help but worry. He really didn't want to leave her, but he knew that his best friend always got sleepy whenever she drank. If something caught his attention, he would most likely leave the turquoise girl alone... drunk. Besides, she would be in no position to drive home either way. He guided the girl upstairs and led her to one of the guest bedrooms Sophie had mentioned in her rules. Richie set the girl on the bed and pulled the covers over her. She curled into a ball underneath the sheets and the blonde kissed her forehead. "Night night Elisa... Merry Christmas...!" She replied with a sleepily good night and a weak smile.

Richie headed back downstairs to the kitchen. He poured himself another glass of wine, and sat down, legs crossed, on one of the chairs. His eyes wandered and explored the kitchen. They drifted to the cabinets of alcohol that lined the room. They fell onto the bottle of chardonnay him and Elisa were drinking from. They was still quite a bit of wine in the bottle and Richie had a feeling that it would be completely empty by the time he went to bed...

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✧ location: bennett home✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

Richie thought the performance went fantastically! Everyone performed, even though some of the actors seemed a bit... out of it. Maybe it was a little bit of stage fright, or maybe just general nerves. Either way, most didn't seem to be one hundred percent. Still, with that in mind, if this was when they weren't their best, how would their best performance look? The thought made the blonde smile slightly. He looked to his side and noticed the present Elisa left him. He hadn't opened it yet, since he both of them to open their presents are the same time. Unfortunately, the boy had forgotten his best friend's present in his car and thus he was unable to open his. Besides, he wouldn't want to miss the look on Elisa's face when she saw what he got her, and he was positive she wanted the same.

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After Sophie had finished explaining her house rules, the boy peered around the voluminous room for his best friend. She was nowhere in sight. Richie clutched the long present tightly with his two arms, the box slightly rubbing across his face. They left the theater around the same time, so what could be holding her up? Maybe she was caught in traffic...? The blonde was a little worried, but she came late to occasions sometimes. Hopefully she'd be here soon though. Those booze sounded pretty tempting right about now...

In the mean time, Richie took a seat on a nearby chair and observed the semi-crowded room. Well, there were quite a few people in there, but it looked like so little compared to the size of the room. He admired the paintings on the wall, and the elegance and atmosphere of the whole house in general. Obviously, Sophie's family had some serious cash to afford such a beautifully decorated home. Richie would have to compliment the girl next time he saw her.

no no i think you misunderstand i actually am gay but i just thought you knew

/ p l e a s e / tell me you're joking

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just testing this out gomen

all of them are bad quality so maybe you should to find better ones???

well i'm gay so. . .

hi i'm a famous kpop person but i doubt any of you peasants know that bye

also how am i speaking english kay bye ratchets

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✧ location: duvont home // auditorium [ backstage ]✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

Richie awoke with a toothy grin as he inhaled deeply. The alluring scent of sugar cookies lingered in the air. He literally sprung out of bed, landing on his Christmas-themed, sock-covered feet. He checked his phone, whose background was also Christmas related. He truly felt like a giddy child as he threw on a pair of comfy pajama pants, a sweatshirt, and some slippers. The boy peered into the mirror, and found the condition of his hair to be most unsavory. He brushed and teased it to perfection, then sprinted down the stairs into the adorned living room.

He greeted his family, all of which were already downstairs. Ryder didn't pay much attention to him, or look very jolly. This was to be expected though, considering the type of person his identical twin was. His mother and Ariella, on the other hand, replied with a warm 'merry christmas!' and inviting smiles. Together, the family unwrapped all their presents. Though Richie found out Santa Clause didn't exist many years ago, the magic of Christmas never wore off to him. From Ryder the blonde-haired boy got a simple pair of socks. He giggled ( because he already predicted that Ryder would give him something like that ) and gave his brother a hug, even despite his twin's attempt to sneak away. Mama Duvont got him some cute sweaters ( the owl, cat, and deer ones ), while his sister gave him a few Agatha Christie books ( btw, her books are primarily murder mysteries ). Richie felt extremely grateful to have such a caring and generous family. They shared cookies, milk, and laughs soon afterwards.

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The blonde walked into the auditorium quietly. Before entering he noticed, through the crack between doors, that there was barely any light emitting from the room. He figured the performance of The Girl in the Watercolors was just beginning and decided to enter with respect towards the audience and performers. Richie stood right in front of the door, deciding whether he should sneak backstage or just take a seat among the audience. Elisa would probably head backstage to encourage the performers, so he chose to head backstage. He made his way to the back entrance to backstage and peered around for his best friend. He saw Julius head off the stage as he came closer to the curtain. Attempting to see the performance from backstage wouldn't be very effective, but Richie really wanted to see Elisa. Besides, someone was bound the record the performance anyway. Taking a seat on a nearby chair, the boy happily waited for the first scene to begin.