❥▐ cupid's brew

♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happy ♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/25/2015 ​

Location » Sophie's house ♫ OOC: Alpha... your character is sooo dead. ♫​

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Seraphina looked around the room, people were having fun and she was just sitting her alone. She wondered what Maria and Tucker were doing.... she had a pretty good idea. The thought of Maria made her sick, the fact that she had such a good looking boyfriend made her very irritated. She took a deep breath. Stay calm Seraphina. She rolled her eyes. What kind of person was she? A stunning girl like her, all alone on Christmas just so she could sit around waiting for a boy to- ​

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She looked around seeing Aidan, She made brief eye contact. She wondered what she thought of her. At least more then a friend, she hoped. He seemed so nice and honest... not like other boys. But if it didn't work out screw it, there were a lot more boys out there... but... something about this one was- Enough of this. She shook her head, then she quickly fixed her hair and walked over. ​

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"Ciao Aidan, Buon Natale." She smiled. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Seraphina asked, with only a small smile. "You did great in the play by the way, I thought you were more of the shy type, but it looks like I was mistaken." She said, with a smirk on her face. ​

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» NERVOUS ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SOPHIE'S HOME≛OOC✌​

❝Oh, wow--Tucker these are wonderful! ❞

A relieved sigh escaped him, grinning afterwards. He was always nervous when getting presents, wondering if they'd end up liking it or not. His mother always told him that it was the thought that counted but if they didn't like the present then it kind of beat the point. Even with Erik, he thought 'oh no he probably already has this' and with Sean 'Will he see this as a joke or will he actually like it.' He always doubted but ended up buying the initial gift anyway and they all seemed to like it which was good on his book.

He listened to her go on about Eap and attach the keychain he got her already to her clutch. He smiled stuffing his hands into his pocket as he watched her. ❝ I'll put my keys on this later. The flowers are beautiful. I really wasn't expecting anything from you. ❞

He cleared his throat, shifting his weight on his right side comfortably as he spoke to her, "Well, um, giving the flowers were Sean's idea. He said you'd like them - but you know, it's Christmas! Everyone deserves a little bit-" before he could stop the last sentence, Maria rose to her feet and before he knew it, she hugged him in a friendly embrace. He hesitated for a moment, still getting a bit tense until he remembered - No! He was okay with hugging her now. They got past that stage! Yes! So with that reassurance, he hugged her back in the same friendly manner before they both pulled away.

❝ I actually have something for you too, but I was wondering if we could go somewhere more private. We... We still need to talk... ❞

For a moment his mind went blank. 'More... private? They weren't alone...?' The chestnut eyes that had been focused on the lead actress zoomed around the room until he spotted a rather familiar face. Cute face, long auburn hair - she did look so familiar! It was hard to forget a face like that. He cocked up an eyebrow as he looked at her for a bit. Ah! It was the girl who bumped into him in the cafe!! The day he and Maria-

He quickly snapped his head away from looking at the auburn haired girl in the distance, blushing slightly as he turned back to Maria. He quickly glanced at the younger girl again. Maybe he should wave. That would be polite. Yeah. He raised his right hand up to wave but then Maria had grabbed his wrist and before he could wave or even say anything, the two were already out of the room.

He followed her silently, lips pressed together nervously. If she wanted to talk privately, he didn't exactly know where. There were a lot of people around pretty much everywhere. Of course, Maria was probably more quick witted than him and she found a solution to that. Upstairs.

He felt his heart beat faster as they walked up the steps. His hands kind of clenching together into fists. Weren't therestuff upstairs? Here. In the second floor. Were people going to do stuff upstairs? Here. In the second floor. Did Maria expect him to do stuff upstairs? Here. In the second floor. He walked obediently, still following the actress but man did he was he a mess. His mind flooded with the thoughts from before - the thoughts that started all of this. The ones that made him so embarrassed in front of Maria. The ones where they kissed sweetly but then it all went wrong. Pinning him down again. Tying him up again. Making him submit again. Again. Again.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying not to remember but it was no use. He wanted to run again. No. He had to fight it. Maria wouldn't do such a thing. She was too sweet. 'That's what you said about your father.' No. Maria was different. 'That's what you said about your father.' No. He knew Maria. She wouldn't. She wouldn't! 'You knew your father. Don't you remember how she smacked Torvald across the face?'

He yanked his hand away from Maria, apparently just as she had let go though and closed the door. Oh no. They were in a bedroom now. Alone together. No. He had to shush his mind. He had to not think. 'Don't think.' he heard Sean's voice in his head. He was right. Okay. Tucker, no thinking.

❝ Here. This is for you. I thought it would look nice with that shark sweater you wore. ❞

A present? He reached over for the wrapped box, careful not to come in contact with her fingers when he grabbed it. He wasn't too cool with anything right now, really but the present did make him smile and politely say "Thank you" before he even opened it. Unwrapping the box, he pulled out a scarf - with shark designs! He coughed out a little chuckle, as he placed the box down by her side and held up the scarf. "W-wow this is great! You remembered my shark sweater? Haha, aw man Maria, I love it. Very cool." He added the last bit in a dorky manner, trying the scarf on and showing it off probably pathetically. He removed it and placed that back in the box. "Thank you." he repeated.

❝ I thought maybe we... ❞

Right. Right. For a moment, he forgot how things were awkward but now he was all back again. He glanced at her for a moment and he looked away immediately. She wasn't even looking at him - then again, he didn't blame her. He couldn't find herself to look at him either. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he leaned on the wall across her - not really wanting to sit on the bed. He didn't know what he meant but they really did need to talk, "M-maybe we... um, what?"

 

Aidan did a double take when Seraphina appeared apparently out of nowhere.

"Ciao Aidan. Buon natale. Are you enjoying yourself?" Not really. He was depressingly on his own. He wasn't going to say anything about that. It would hardly be in the spirit of things really. After all, this was meant to be a happy time after all.

"You did great in the play by the way. I though you were more of the shy type, but it looks like I was mistaken." Well at least someone thought he did a good job. Maybe he wasn't a total fail after all.
"What can I say? I'm a man of many talents." Aidan replied, hoping to sound either funny or confident. It probably wouldn't come out right, so he bolted something else on to the end. "You weren't so bad yourself." It was true. She'd done a pretty good job overall. Her (over)confidence helped her get through things without a hitch for the most part. Aidan found himself with little else to say. What else was there to say? He hoped she didn't make things awkward. If things got out of hand, he'd have to leave her alone and that wouldn't be fun for either of them. He doubted it though. What was she going to do that could do that? Why would she even do that anyway? After all, he was only a gamer and a bookworm.

 

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⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 22ND ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ BATHROOM > KITCHEN ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ HMM. ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %14 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠​

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With everyone situated in her house, Sophie disappeared into the foyer of her home with Lucas, to who she was talking about the others with. All clothing but her dress had been removed and she was barefooted, crossing her legs on the black leather couch that sat against a parchment textured wall.

❝Most everyone will be staying here tonight, though I doubt any of them will be making it to rooms.❞

❝Will you be keeping a companion?❞

Sophie looked at Lucas with a sly smile. Always knowing, he seemed to be. ❝Perhaps not tonight. Pierce has a drinking problem, I think, so that would make most situations with her regrettable ( for her ), and Quentin doesn't seem eager to speak with me. I could always seduce one of the others, but they're of not interest to me if they're not Oliver or you.❞

A hurried set of footsteps interrupted the two, and Sophie looked up to seen an anxious looking Pierce.

❝S - Sorry, Lucas, b - but I really need to steal S - Sophie.❞

She wondered what the hurry was and Lucas gave her one of his knowing smiles that passed onto her face. Before she could bid him goodbye, Pierce was dragging her away, with no grip on her arm. What could be the hurry? She wondered if Pierce had decided to try and seduce Sophie instead of the other way around, how silly. When they came into one of the bathrooms and the door was locked behind her, her suspicions were amped, but she didn't say anything.

❝I have been waiting to talk to you all day!❞

A laugh escaped Sophie's glossed lips, ❝Yes, I humbly accept your marriage proposal.❞ she joked, ❝What is it?❞

She listened to what Pierce had to say about . . . Oliver. Her smile had dissipated when hearing everything. Well, this was . . . unexpected. And a little not-pleasing. Carefully, she thought of what to say. There were a few roads she could take; one, talk Pierce out of this 'silly' notion of Oliver liking her, two, mock her for the notion even passing through her mind, three, encourage it and wait for a peak, then destroy it, four, get closer to Oliver.

When Pierce looked at her with the vivid chocolate eyes, Sophie smirked.

❝Hmm. You two have been spending quite a bit of time together,❞ she said, feigning thoughtfulness, ❝But I would be careful. Don't jump into anything yet. It's a long shot that he likes you because you're Pierce. Be honest, you two barely know a thing about each other — if he did like you, what was he basing that off of? It seems rather sudden to me, this 'date'.❞

Sophie ran a thumb down Pierce's cheek and smiled, then leaned back against the bathroom door. ❝I would wait. It would be practically silly of you to let yourself be swept off your feet, only to be tossed away later.❞ Though that was a real warning, not that Sophie didn't practice something like herself on others.

The wondrous, innocent, and hopeful look on Pierce's face only made the situation that much more fun to handle. ❝You're so cute.❞ she said, leaning in to kiss the girl on the cheek, ❝We'll wait and see what happens.❞ she then murmured into the other's ear, and opened the bathroom door. ❝Come, back downstairs we go.❞

Sophie grabbed Pierce's hand and they headed back to the kitchen where Sophie greeted the others, and said thank you to Tucker for the cake. Oliver and Pierce . . . It would definitely be better to wait it out, at least for a little while.

 

♫ Clothes ♫ Mood» Happy ♫ Music ♫ Date: 12/25/2015 ​

Location » Sophie's house ♫ OOC: ... ♫​

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"What can I say? I'm a man of many talents." Aidan replied

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Seraphina laughed. "Well, you do have a very good sense of humor." She said smiling. ​

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"You weren't so bad yourself."​

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Seraphina blushed, which was something she didn't normally do. "Thank you, thats very kind of you to say." She smiled. "I've been preforming on stage since I was 2... well, Modeling and such. I started singing at the age of 3, and I also started with musical instruments. Acting came later though. It was harder cause I was always a little shy. Not nearly as much anymore though... My mother and father were very... sociable, and it only made sense for me to be also." Seraphina explained. That wasn't quite the real reason. Her parents were rich, wealthy people and had many many parties... she became less shy that way, talking to the adults and growing up like one. She didn't want Aidan to know about all that just yet... in case he would be in this for money. ​

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She looked around seeing Aidan, blushing again. "Sorry I talk to much... I try not to, but I normally get cut off during my sentences so I'm not use to being able to ramble. And... lately their has been no one I could really talk to... until I met you that is." Seraphina said with a small smile, her face still a little red. ​

 

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

✧ affection: zach ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

The click of a camera caused Richie to look in its direction, where he saw Elisa. She greeted them with a perky 'merry christmas!'. His already large grin grew even bigger as she approached them and handed each a present. Omg, it was so cutely wrapped that the boy almost didn't want to open it. He opened it very carefully though, preserving the amazing wrapping. The presents she got him left him speechless. They were... so cute omg omg omg...! After Elisa took another picture, Richie immediately hugged her tightly. He said happily, "These presents are soooo cute, Elisa! Thank you so so so much!!" He was practically jumping up and down with excitement as he added, "I left your present at my house, gomen. But I'll give it to you next time we see each other!!"

Stepping back, the boy admired his best friend's outfit. It looked so great! Elisa always had such an amazing sense; it made Richie slightly jealous. He was simply wearing the owl sweater he got from his mom just hours prior; this one had to definitely be one of his new faves! The collar of a black shirt could be seen over the sweater, with the key necklace hanging in plain sight. Under those were a pair of faded purple pants, which were sporadically outfitted with cream feathers. To finish the outfit off, Richie threw on a pair in Timberland boots. Looking down at his outfit, the boy realized it wasn't very Christmas-y. But hey, it was an alright outfit. It didn't compare to Elisa's though. As she handed the two a drink, he said, "Your outfit looks real cute today!"

Richie guzzled down the cup of... whatever this was. It was pretty tasty too, at least much tastier than the drinks he'd had at other parties. Ever since he stopped going to therapy, his social life had vastly improved. He became a very popular guy, and was invited to a lot of parties. Some were better than others, obviously, but he felt that this one would be one to remember. He went to some of those parties with Elisa, and the duo always had a blast together. But something about this one felt... different. Like something big was going to happen... something really memorable.

Excusing himself, Richie went to get some more drinks. He threw the cup out, and instead took a whole bottle of what he assumed was the delicious alcohol he just drank. He took a swish of it, and giggled. He went back to his friends, and asked, "Anybody want some more...?" The blonde boy wasn't anywhere near drunk yet, but he'd get there soon enough. Whenever Richie was drunk, he became a totally different person ( or so he was told ). Apparently, he became extremely horny and vulnerable. A small section of his brain was screaming at him, telling him not to get smashed like he was at that last party.

...He took another gulp.

Taking his friends' hands, Richie dragged them to the pool area. There was only... the boy with brown hair there. His name still alluded him. He sighed, slightly frustrated, and stared at the pool. It looked so alluring... so inviting. He changed into his bathing suit ( being sure to only have his buns showing to his friends ) and took a giant chug of the bottle. He shouted happily as he cannonballed into the heated pool. He rose to the surface and rubbed the water out of his eyes, motioning for Elisa and Zach to join him.

 

"M-Maybe we... um, what?"

Maria bit down on her lip harder. A curled tendril of blond hair fell between her eyes, but she ignored it. She looked up at Tucker with big blue eyes and her chest constricted. There was that unfortunate knot in the pit of her stomach again and she swallowed, her throat dry. "About last weekend," she started, "I didn't want things to change between us--well, I mean I do, but not if you don't want to..." She was failing already. Her fingers tightened around the thorns on the rose stems. They were such bittersweet flowers--beautifully painful. "I though maybe if I gave you some time--I don't know. I just really don't want to stop being friends, even if you don't like me back, but the thought of you don't not...it hurts." She dropped her gaze back down to the flowers. Maria felt sick. This was terrible. She wanted to disappear. "If you had stopped me from kissing you then I could handle it, but you didn't. You kissed back. Tucker I've been tearing myself apart trying to figure out what is going on inside that handsome head of yours."

 

The tight embrace from Richie made her feel all warm. She still got quite cold easily, even though it was much warmer inside Sophie's house than out. Much warmer. It was probably her outfit though, a small Christmas dress on - but she couldn't let it pass! It was so cute! And she was glad Richie thought the same, it made her smile even more and hug him one last time.

She gulped her own drink down. Mhm! It sure did taste really good! She wasn't an avid drinker, in fact she actually had a low tolerance, but she didn't mind because she loves to have fun - especially with Richie. She did find herself drunk sometimes, but it wasn't so bad. When she did find herself highly intoxicated, people did say she'd grow to be even more affectionate than she was. She'd giggle plenty and hug everyone but then at one point, she'd just sleep - and no one would be able to wake her until the morning. She only got drunk with Richie, if ever. They were that tight as buds - plus, it was a very special holiday celebration! Why not have some fun!

She giggled as she gathered the last drops of the beverage in her mouth, swallowing. Richie had apparently done the same and went to get more drinks. She waved him off happily and turned to Zach. "I hope you like your present. I really just got reminded of you when I saw it. It's so cute, don't you think?" she said happily, with her empty glass in her hand. She looked at him, what he was wearing, how he prepared himself. "Great look!" she commented, her blue eyes dancing around.

Richie then came back with another bottle and after pouring her some more he lead them out. She giggled and followed after her best friend, taking sips from her drink. Oh my. They were going out? As in out? She needed to grab her coat! Oh, but it was waaay too far. She huffed and grabbed Zach by the arm, snuggling up to him as the cold winter air bit at her skin. She took another gulp of the alcohol, hoping it would warm her body up a bit. She let out a small laugh after swallowing, "Brrrrrr! It sure is cold!"

She watched as her friend jumped into the pool, jumping back as the water splashed at her legs. That was freezing!! She shook her head at her best friend furiously. "That's way TOO cold babe! I'm going to die!!" she cuddled closer to Zach's arm, pressing her side against his and taking another sip. If Richie wanted her in that pool - they'd have to drag her in.

 

"... It's a long shot that he likes you because you're Pierce. ..." It was one thing for Pierce to think it, but to actually hear Sophie speak her inner thoughts really stung. She wa grateful to have chosen the floor, because she probably wouldn't be able to stand by now. Pierce bit down on her bottom lip until she began to draw blood. She listened silently as Sophia went on, uncaring towards the pain. When Sophie rubbed her thumb against Pierce's cheek, a shiver ran down her spine. She suddenly felt very chill and there was a pins and needles sensation pricking her body. Sophie was smiling when she leaned back against the bathroom door, but Pierce just looked up at her with sad puppy eyes. It only made sense that Sophie was smiling. Her friend enjoyed torturing her and this actually rather hurt. Sophie continued, talking about waiting. It wasn't like she had any intentions of 'making a move,' but she thought Sophie would at least give her a little encouragement. That was asking too much...

❝You're so cute.❞ Sophie said, leaning in to kiss the her on the cheek, ❝We'll wait and see what happens.❞ she then murmured into the other's ear, and opened the bathroom door. ❝Come, back downstairs we go.❞ Pierce's face was burning red from the closeness Sophie had just demonstrated. Her heart palpitated and she turned her head away in embarrassment. Pierce took Sophie's hand and pulled herself to her feet. She fixed her sparkly dress and followed her friend downstairs.

When they were back in the kitchen, Pierce got herself a glass of water, feeling feverish. She took a seat by herself and the table and sipped the water. She was ready to go home, no longer in the party mood. Maybe her mom could pick her up. She reached down the front of her dress when no one was looking and pulled out the black smartphone. She sent a quick text to her mom, asking if she could come get her, and then set the phone down on the table beside the elbow Oliver had bandaged up a few days ago.

 

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⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ SOPHIE'S HOUSE > POOL ⌡​

⌠ MOOD │ THOUGHTFUL ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡​

⌠ OOC │ BEEN A WHILE. ⌡​

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Quentin was pleased at the results of the play and it had been great to see everything coming together. Working with the others hadn't been as bad as he thought, and his makeup designs were praised, along with his work with Elisa.

Overall, he thought the night was fairly successful, and that was going to get better because everyone was at Sophie's house. He had been here before, so he knew his way around more than the others. Seeing Sophie together with Lucas had been a bit stressing because it looked like they were close. She did say he was her friend.

The presence of alcohol made everything a little worse. He had his share of the substance, but it didn't really appeal to him. He didn't understand what people liked about it. Either way, he hoped neither Sophie nor Noëlle would drink. There were others who would take advantage of that.

Speaking of Noëlle, Quentin had yet to see her. He had seen her at the play, but had she come to Sophie's house after all? Her brother was here, and surely the two were close enough ( that was still a bit of a bother with him ) that they would come together. He was a little disappointed that he hadn't seen her yet, and that it had been too long since they last talked. He wanted that to change, soon. Tonight-soon.

He watched as Pierce and Sophie walked into the kitchen, hand in hand. He raised an eyebrow, inwardly frowning. Where had they been? Maybe they're together. He tried not to let his imagination get to him. She looked right at him, and sent a brilliant smile ( smirk? ) his way. He looked away from her, and turned to the person on his left, who happened to be . . . No one.

Quentin left the kitchen in search of someone to keep him company. He kept a can of Dr Pepper with him. It was better than all of the alcohol everyone was downing just because it was available. He walked through the living room, turned down a hallway, and then came to a glass door that led to the indoor pool.

Fancy place; one side of the room and pool looked completely modern and sleekly designed, and as it trailed off to the other side, it became more shallow, nature oriented, and . . . Was that an indoor waterfall? It looked like it led to a grotto.

He had no idea what kind of people Sophie's parents were, but they were rich.

As soon as he walked in, there was a large splash and a few drops of water had gotten on him. When the jumper surfaced, Quentin saw that it was Richie, who he hadn't talked to a lot. He took a seat next to the pool. "You look like you're enjoying yourselves," he said to them with a hint of a smile, even though he wasn't really feeling it. "This is a nice place Sophie's got, huh?"

Swimming didn't seem all that appealing, but somehow, a pair of trunks had appeared next to him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Lucas walking away. What a strange guy.

 

Erik had taken a liking to his gift from Tucker, but felt bad for not getting his friend something. He didn't buy anyone anything for Christmas. Now he felt guilty. He was outside smoking a cigarette ( also a gift from Tucker ). The open bottle of beer rested beside his foot as he leaned against the wall. Erik had no intentions of staying. The idea of partying with a bunch of drunken teenagers wasn't that appealing. If something happened, he didn't want to be held responsible. Not too mention those condoms--it was like they were screaming for everyone to make bad choices.

Sighing, he took a long slow drag off the cig and inhaled deeply. It was nice outside. It was a brisk Christmas night, but the beer and the smokes kept him warm. Maybe he would leave when this drink was gone? There wasn't really anything for him to do in there after all, but he wouldn't have anything at home either. He and that woman from the bar were already done with. He was starting to feel kind of loserish. All his time was spent around kids, he had like two adult friends, and no prospects for girlfriends. He sighed again and put out the cig, taking a swim of beer immediately after.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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Zoey was completely stunned.

Well, not only did the party take place at the most expensive house she had ever seen, but there was a pool, alcohol beverages, and lots and lots of people. Oh yeah, and condoms. They mentioned condoms too.

Zoey groaned a bit at herself, holding her small backpack close to her body. She had a bathing suit, towel, some overnight stuff, and that was pretty much it. She was wearing a T-Shirt that had the logo of Batman on it, her fancy eye-patch her dad gave her, and some black jeans. Nothing fancy, no make-up, just herself and the world around her.

The girl grabbed a grape soda from the fridge, careful not to grab any beer or anything like that. She never had that stuff in her life, let alone lose her virginity. "Oh man," she sighed to herself, opening the soda can with a hiss and took a swig. She then scanned her surroundings. It seemed like everyone was having a great time, talking to one another. It wasn't that crowded, much to Zoey's relief, but it was still quite a handful of people. Everyone already knew each other, and she knew no one at all. At least she recognized faces, but that was about it.

She went over to a couch that was on the edge. Perfect for people watching. She found herself wandering over, plopping down, and pulling her legs up on the couch indian style. She took another sip of her drink, looking around. She couldn't even believe she was here at all. She must have looked very childish with her getup and her soda in hand. Psh. Nothing hardcore or fancy. They were going to call her goody-two shoes, yup yup. But that was okay. She didn't mind. She was here just to absorb the people after all... At least for now.

She thought back to Travold as she sat there, smiling a bit. Though he seemed very intimidating, he seemed like a good guy deep down all that yelling and hostile appearance. He wished her Merry Christmas after all and gave her a candy cane that was only handed out to the big actors and actresses of that show.

Then she thought about Alex... She hadn't seen him since the play. Where was he at? She didn't even know.

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

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

✧ affection: zach ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ // quentin ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

"You look like you're enjoying yourselves. This is a nice place Sophie's got, huh?"

Richie looked up from the water to see Quentin looming over him. Oh gosh, they hadn't seen or spoken with each other in quite a while. The boy was almost at a lost words since this was so unexpected. He swam over to his drink and took a swig of it, finally replying, "Uh... yeah, it's pretty nice I'd say. Erm, I've never been here so it took me by surprise." He mini-dived into the depths of the pool, and emerged kicking and splashing playfully. With a chuckle, he added, "In case you couldn't tell my fave part is the pool-" His chuckle erupted into a laughing fit that much longer than it should have. Finally, he continued, "...and the alcohol!"

For some reason, he felt he had to impress Quentin. They hadn't seen each other in what felt like forever, so this meeting felt... special( ? ). He exited the pool, the cold enveloping his body. He shivered as he climbed onto the diving board and swished his hair to one direction. He smirked and dived into the ten-foot pool elegantly. His slim frame cut through the water like a bullet. Once again, the blonde boy emerged from the depths of the pool and shook his hair out. He smiled at Quentin.

"You know, the water's fine. And you look mighty chilled as well, why won't you join me...?" His voice sounded lazily sexy, which must have seemed odd to pretty much everyone except those he'd partied with in the past. As if like clockwork, Richie took another gulp of his alcoholic beverage. He still couldn't quite put his finger on what it was exactly, but it didn't matter anyway. He shook the bottle and heard the liquid tumble inside in the glass cage. He was almost out... he sighed.

"Could someone get me another bottle?" He exclaimed, hoping someone would abide to his request.

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Party|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

By the time Natalie arrived at the party, everyone was already in full swing, interacting with one another.

Not feeling much like interacting with anyone, she sat on the couch, coincidentially ending up near Zoey. Natalie noticed a little gleam and turned to see Zoey's eyepatch.

"Pardon me," Natalie said gently, "But I really love your eyepatch." It reminded her of how much she had used to love unusual outfits and accessories two years ago.

Of course, the her from two years ago wouldn't be here. She'd be at home, in her PJ's, watching her favorite Christmas specials from a certain British TV Show... But that show was too painful for her. The memories of camp that went with it had made her dislike the show completely and come up with 905 things to do instead of watching it.

She sighed, then pulled out her phone and texted Alex.

'Friend' already. Well, he technically WAS a friend. They had talked at camp before, hasn't they? Either way, she figured she may as well enjoy the party, although the alchohol made her afraid to have any drinks.

 

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⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ POOL ⌡​

⌠ MOOD │ AMUSED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡​

⌠ OOC │ — ⌡​

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Before replying, Richie took a drink of his alcoholic beverage and Quentin refrained from making any facial expression to accompany his dislike for it. "Uh . . . Yeah, it's pretty nice I'd say. Erm, I've never been here, so it took me by surprise." Quentin watched the other boy dive back in. "In case you couldn't tell, my fave part is the pool -" Quentin raised an eyebrow at the giggling fit, ". . . and the alcohol!"

Drunken teenagers were never his favorite kinds of people to be around, and Richie already seemed two sheets gone to the wind. He decided not to comment on it and almost thought of leaving the pool area. He was slightly regretting his decision to come and wondered if Noëlle had shown yet.

He watched Richie climb out of the pool and head to the diving board, moving his wet hair from his eyes. The smirk on his face piqued Quentin's interest. Was he . . . showing off? He allowed himself a little smile. Alright, I'll bite.

Richie's form was fine and sharp. Quentin was a little impressed. "You know, the water's fine. And you look mighty chilled as well, why won't you join me . . . ?" The tone of his voice was interesting, too. He remembered that Richie was gay and he almost grinned. A small bit of playing wouldn't hurt, but the alcohol was still off-putting.

He eyed the water wearily. Drowning didn't sound pleasant, but at least this wasn't the ocean. Well, if he was going to swim, he was definitely staying the night here. Briefly, Quentin disappeared into the bathroom and changed into the the dark trunks that Lucas had provided for him. He wasn't a great swimmer like Sophie was, and he almost wished she would make a surprise appearance and dazzle them.

"Could someone get me another bottle?" Richie called out right as Quentin dove in.

Aah, the water felt pretty nice. When he surfaced, he was on the more shallow side of the pool, where his feet could touch the ground and he felt comfortable. He began to imagine what kind of bathing suits Noëlle would wear. Sophie seemed the more modest in this aspect of his girls, so maybe she would go for a one-piece. Maybe I'll draw something later.

"This is your last bottle, Mr. Duvont." echoed Lucas' voice, "Your consumption has made you invalid for driving home. You will be spending the night." When the bottle was set down, Lucas disappeared again. Quentin didn't ask.

He smirked at the comment, though. "Guess you're staying here, same as me." he said, leaning back against the wall.

 

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⎝ DAY 5┊2/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 25TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊SOPHIE'S HOUSE ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊26% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Playing with the soft tassels of the green scarf his sister had given him, Bryan felt pretty absentminded even though he was surrounded by people having fun. He didn't really approve of the freedom Sophie was giving these others in her house, but it wasn't his place to say anything. Her friend, Lucas ( what a strange guy ) seemed to have everything under control and was in several places at once.

Deciding to stay sober for the night, Bryan took a drink of his Coke and wondered where Noëlle was. They hadn't come together, even though that would have been more convenient for the both of them. The pen pal thing was already doing well enough, and it was easy to talk without having to look at each other and feel the awkwardness that it brought.

He had wanted to talk to Maria and congratulate her on a job well done, but she had disappeared with Tucker . . . Which was a little upsetting. She had looked beautiful on that stage tonight. With a sigh, he thought about the others and took a seat next to Erik, not thinking about it.

He was more physically attracted to Erik than anything else. He and Harley were similar in a lot of aspects, so maybe that had something to do with it.

"What are you planning to do?" he asked him, taking another drink of his Coke, only to find it was empty. Before he got up, Lucas appeared with another one. "I'll probably stay the night, if Noëlle wants to,"

"Was just passing by and saw you needed it," Lucas said, and then disappeared.

O . . . kay.

 

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✧ location: bennett home ♦ indoor pool ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

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

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 // suggestive themes...! ✧​

"This is your last bottle, Mr. Duvont. Your consumption has made you invalid for driving home. You will be spending the night."

Sophie had a butler?! He wasn't dressed like one though, plus weren't they usually older? Or was that just in the movies...? What a killjoy. Oh well, it really didn't matter; what did matter was that he got his booze. He happily opened the bottle and chugged almost half of it. Oh that shit was good. He quietly thanked... the butler and mini-dove back into the pool. He didn't even notice that Quentin had dived into the pool as well and was leaning against the wall in the shallow end.

"Why... don't you join me over here?" The boy hiccuped, which was followed by a low giggle. "I promise the big bad water w...won't bite...~" He smirked playfully, then finished the bottle of alcohol as he waited to see Quentin's move.

If he decided against it, Richie could simply swim over to wear he was. He imagined nudging ever so closely to the older boy until he was practically on top of him. Images flashed through his mind of the various sexual activities they'd do together. He felt a sensation arise in his pants.

The blonde smirked again, this time much more devilishly.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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Zoey drank some more of the grape soda before her attnetion was drawn to someone. They were coming over, sitting by her. Well, not really by her but close to her. She smiled polietly, going to take another drink when the other girl spoke up.

"Oh? My eye-patch?" Zoey dumbly forget she even had one on. She was so use to seeing out of one eye, she forgot that she had a second one. She giggled, putting her fingers up on it, smiling as she felt the sparkles of the snowflakes on it. "Thanks, my dad gave it to me for Christmas." She then noticed the girl texting and kind of hushed up for a moment. When she saw that the girl was done, she swished her grape soda around in the can, listening to it fizz a bit. "So... uh... My name is Zoey... Never been to a party like this before."

Zoey rubbed the back of her head nervously, but still smiled. She was just a little more cautious of greeting people now after the little dose of anger she got from Travold. "What about you? Have you been here before?" Well, that was a good way of starting a conversation. She wasn't the same every single time, she liked to be different. And why not. She hated the same old boring things. Bleh. And maybe she could make a friend? Maybe. She wasn't crossing her fingers on this one, but she couldn't help but to hope.

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Party|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Natalie smiled at the girl. "I'm Natalie Williams. And no, I've never been to one of these. I used to spend Christmas watching Christmas Specials, but things happened at camp two years ago that made me not want anything to do with the show..." She sighed, "but enough about me, how about you? What do you usually do?"

Even thinking about those moments from camp made her heart ache. She really needed to go visit Lexi tomorrow.

Sarah Coleman

Outfit|Location: Party|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Sarah walked around the Party, she saw Seraphina, the girl from the Cafe. Bored as she was, she decided to approach her. "Hey," she said, taking a seat, "Remember me from the Cafe? I'm Sarah. You're... Seraphina, right?"

 

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⌠ DAY 5 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ POOL ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ AMUSED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡
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Quentin peeked open an eye to look over at Richie who was downing the alcohol like it was nothing. He wasn't going to be feeling great in the morning.

"Why . . . don't you join me over here?" he said with a hiccup, and Quentin fought the urge to laugh. On top of him being drunk, Quentin didn't want to even have the remote risk of drowning, since he had a feeling that Richie was a physically touchy-feely one. "I promise the big bat water w - won't bite . . ."

Yeah, but you might. he thought to himself. Ah, the wondrous effects of alcohol. He thought of how to play this situation. Quentin knew that Richie was homosexual, but he himself was not. Of course, over the course of the last two years, he had found that there were certain traits about Richie that were attractive, but there was nothing interesting about him. If this was going to be anything, it was going to be a fling of sensuality only.

Quentin smirked. "I think I'm just fine over here." he said in a low murmur, just loud enough for the drunken teenager to hear. "You're free to join me, of course."

He had a bit of a guess for what would happen next, but it was better not to be presumptuous for this. There were other people in the room, and he wondered what was going through their minds while this was taking place. He wouldn't be surprised if they had gone, having sensed the tense atmosphere.