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✧ location: bennett home ♦ foyer ( ? ) ✧ mood: upset // average ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

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✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

They were so close... but something didn't feel right. He felt a dark presence looming over them, but Richie didn't care. Still, he continued to lean in, eyeing Quentin's deliciously soft lips. Strong hands picked the boy up and tossed him further into the pool. The unexpected contact with the water sent a shock throughout the blonde's body as he felt the chlorine-filled water sting his open green eyes. He breathed in, coughing on the water that had entered his lungs. He floated to the surface without much effort, and he lay there, still, for a moment to collect his thoughts, which became clearer and less-jumbled. Who pushed him... why?

"Richie, sober up, you're drunk."

The voice shot through Richie as the boy rubbed his eyes and looked to the stairs to see the mystery figure still looming over it, drink in hand. Its blonde hair, stern face, and harsh tone of voice made it clear who it was. His inner questions were answered... it was Torvald.

Richie felt his blood boil and his face go hot. He was this close to shouting at his tosser, but then remembered how much he disliked yelling and being angry. It reminded him too much of the relationship between his fath--Arthur, and his mother. It seemed like they argued every night about something different. Four year old Richie was confused, and scared, every time he heard glass break or screams from his dear mother... he would cry himself to sleep every night, wishing for his mother's safety. Some days he'd see her cover her arms in long clothing, despite it being warm out. Despite being very young, the blonde could easily piece together why she acted so strange. Other days she would have a black eye, and give the age-old excuse of running into a door. But Richie wasn't naïve enough to believe that; he knew all the things Arthur had done to Mom...

...That man was a monster, and he hated him.

Letting out a shaky breath over the recollection of those horrid memories, the boy slowly made his way over to where he and Quentin once were together. Torvald hadn't moved since the toss, which Richie found a little odd. Was this his way of gloating, by observing the scene where he performed such a rude action? He sat on the steps, wiping the excess water off his face. "Some other time..." Hot breaths fell on the boy's ear and neck, where the speaker's lips almost touched, leaving him flustered. He turned around sharply, to see Quentin waving goodbye and exiting the pool area. Despite all that happened, the boy found a reason to let out a weak smile.

Richie, after shaking his head obnoxiously to remove some water, stood up and left the pool. A chill greeted him and caused him to shiver as he ran to his tote bag, where he found a towel placed next to it. He thought back to the butler, who seemed to be omnipresent, and wrapped himself in it, allowing the warmth to surround his body. His eyes shot to Torvald in disgust as he opened his mouth to speak. He would inquire about why the older man tossed him off of Quentin, but that would only cause confrontation. Richie decided he would let it go.

After dying himself off and dressing in his original clothes, the boy left the pool area, still sour about the incident. He observed the new area, and immediately spotted Elisa. Oh gosh, he totally forgot about her and Zach! He peered behind him and saw Zach still by the pool. "Come...*hiccup*...on Zach!" he called out playfully as he made his way over to his best friend. Midway, the boy stopped and realized he didn't have a drink! Well that just wouldn't do, now would it? He sneaked off and grabbed another two bottles, hoping the butler wouldn't notice and scold him.

Opening one of the bottles, Richie approached Elisa and the two others she was speaking with: Bryan and Erik. He tapped Elisa on the shoulder and murmured with slurred words, "Sorry I kind of ditched you b-back at the p...ool. I thought I could-*hiccup*-get somewhere with Quentin, but then Torvald ruined it...! What a j...erk, right?" He looked to the two others, and smiled at them, taking another drink.

"S-sorry, I didn't inter...rupt a-anything did I...?"

 

He was almost positive that there were two girls sitting here, but suddenly there was one. Well that was certainly interesting. Regardless he would continue on his attempt to socialize with people and having a one on one conversation could either make it easier or just make things way more awkward.
"Uh,Natalie went in the kitchen, that way." Alright that was one name he had to commit to memory to a face. Granted he didn't really catch what she looked like so he still probably wouldn't get her name right. He looked over to where she had gone to. "She went to go get a drink with her friend." Oh even better these people were going to get drunk. Well that would most likely mean trying to have any sort of conversation with them would probably end, not so well. Not to mention their breath would probably wreak havoc on his nose.

"Sup, name's Zoey. And you are...?"
His attention snapped back on the girl near him. Well Zoey was certainly a much nicer name than Eyepatch that's for sure. "Oh, um, my name's Dennis. Dennis Baker." He was still nervous about talking seeing as sure he had gotten to introduce himself, but outside of that he had no real idea of how to carry a conversation in the slightest. He was on the verge of not conversing at all but his brain kept shouting at him to stand his ground and talk for once.

"Not into the alcohol stuff?" The question took him a bit off guard and made him think he was gonna be made fun of. After all, this was a party that had it's vast majority of participants getting hammered and making situations awkward for the not inebriated. Then he noticed she had a can of soda near her as well and his expression brightened. He wasn't the only one not indulging for the sheer reason that he could and that made him feel less nervous. "Nah not really. I've heard enough stories from my big bro to turn me off from ever drinking that stuff, it smells awful, and after seeing that...interesting scene at the pool, well let's just say it's just not the greatest thing a person could be drinking." He realized the girl, Zoey, was probably not feeling the greatest having been ditched so the other girls could get drunk. So in order to brighten the mood he reached into his bag and dug his hand around until he was able to find a pull out lollipop, grape flavor to be exact. He extend the pop to her and asked "Want one?"

 

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

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Ah ha! That was his name! Dennis... Not the other D names she was trying to come up with. Sheesh it would have been a really big mess if she tried to call him something else. She was pretty sure she called her teacher the wrong name earlier, but she wasn't sure about that. And Travold, phew. He looked angry when she called him that name. Maybe there was something else he liked to be called by? But she wasn't sure what that was.

"Nah not really. I've heard enough stories from my big bro to turn me off from ever drinking that stuff, it smells awful, and after seeing that...interesting scene at the pool, well let's just say it's just not the greatest thing a person could be drinking."

So much information in one sentence to chew on.

She frowned a bit at the mention of a family member being a reason why he wasn't into the drink stuff. She could understand. Her eye was because of something a family member did a long time ago.

And something happened in the pool area? Huh... interesting. "What happened at the pool?" she asked, looking up at Dennis from where she was sitting. But then she was offered a lollipop. A purple one. Probably grape flavor. So much grape flavor today! But she didn't mind. "Thanks!" She took it from him, opening the wrapper and then let it sit in her mouth. She then patted the seat next to her, offering Dennis a place to sit. "There's room for one more, I think," she said sarcastically with a small smile. Finally, someone to talk to. And it seemed like he wasn't going to ditch her any time soon like the other two did. Oh well. She would make friends with them another day.

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

 

When someone bumped into Bryan, Erik came to a dead stop. He looked down to see a blue-haired bob and he sighed. Elisa. She seemed to be giggly and drunk, not to mention she spilled what looked to be straight liquor. Kids. He shook his head. High schoolers had no clue how to do it right. He let her finish giggling and slurring out her words. "We're fine Elisa, but what about you?" He looked down at her with concern in his dark brown eyes. Her face was flushed and her eyes glossy. Before she could respond, a familiar blond haired teenager that appeared to be her best friend came walkingup to them.

Richie spoke first to the girl. He was hicupping and drunkenly going over some incident that happened at the pool. Erik's shaggy hair fell in his face as he noticed the two bottles Richie was carrying. He set down his beer on the nearest table and looked the pair of them over.

"S-sorry, I didn't inter...rupt a-anything did I...?"

He crossed is arms and pressed his lips together. "I think you've both had enough." Untangling his arms, he reached out, snatching the two bottles and the glass of what he discovered to be whisky. Erik sighed. He set them up high so that neither of them could get to the alcohol. "The both of you could probably do for some rest." He didn't really care for the responsible parent role, but someonebrad to be the bad guy.

He bent down slightly and scooped up Elisa in one swift movement. Erik slung her small drunk form over his shoulder and motioned for Bryan to help Richie along. "I'll meet you back here after these two go to bed."

 

"What happened at the pool?"
Upon hearing the question he kind of showed a nervous smile. Sure he had brought the topic up in the first place but it wasn't exactly the kind of scene he wanted to recall any time soon. His mind started yelling him to not back down. To recount the story with as much detail as possible and go as in depth as possible. Which there was no way Dennis was going into every detail, but in the end he decided to recount the tale. He was about to answer her question when she took the lollipop from his hand and thanked him for it. "Oh no problem." Which it really wasn't seeing he still had roughly twelve more in his pack.

She started patting the seat next to her and said. "There's room for one more, I think."
He tried to keep a cool composure on the outside but on the inside he was freaking out. She wanted him to sit next to her? Well it was probably only in a friendly matter right? People sit next to each other when they're friendly all the time, right? Well they just met each other so it was probably that. He walked over to the seat and sat down, albeit shaking a little and then remembered that he had a question to answer.

He faced Zoey and started explaining. "Well you see, I was just sitting by the pool and then a kid with blond hair comes along and cannon balls into there. It seemed in good fun but the guy looked a bit too happy and giggly so I just assumed he was drunk. Then someone else came over and jumped in the pool and that's when things got a bit...well, awkward. I can't say for sure what happened next because I kind of quietly slipped away so I have no idea what's going on now. But based on how the blond kid was talking, I'm pretty sure I'm alright with that." Realizing the situation was probably going to get pretty awkward due to the answer he just provided he decided a quick topic shift was in order. "So anyway, how's Christmas been for you so far?"

 

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

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Zoey tilted her head back and laughed, slapping her forehead in reaction to the story that she was just told. "Oh man! That must have been so awkward to see!" She giggled, shaking her head before she looked back over at Dennis.

It was then she noticed that the guy seemed a by nervous, even shaking a little really. She smiled warmly, completely understanding of what he was probably feeling. Zoey was not one to judge harshly the first ten minutes she met someone. Everyone had a story, everyone had troubles. That was one thing she always kept in mind when she met someone. "My Christmas was pretty quiet. Got this eyepatch from my dad. He works as an ambulance driver. Nothing exciting besides this party had happened. How about you? How was your Christmas?" She smiled, plopping the lollipop back in her mouth to taste the grape flavor.

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

 

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⎝ 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.

 

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

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"I am Ethan Prince." ​

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Seraphina made a mental note... Ethan... an interesting name. Prince. Now that was a last name she liked. She smiled to herself, trying to blush, though she found that harder and harder. ​

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"Annyeonghaseyo, to you madam. I don't know much of what you were saying. But from where I am from, which would be Korea, that is how we say good evening."​

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She smiled. "I see." She said, she had told him 'Merry Christmas' but she wasn't going to correct him, that would be rude. And plus, she didn't want to sound... rude or snooty or anything. ​

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"I noticed you were coming from that girl, Sarah, over there. Shall we head back over to her? It would be best if she knew you were all right."​

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"Oh um..." Seraphina stuttered. "I think she's seen us already." Seraphina lied. She was very good at that, because of her acting experience lies were nothing. "I would like to know about you though... it's kind of loud over here though, we should go somewhere more private." She said. What the heck was she saying? She felt like a good fairy and a bad fairy were in her brain one said ''Yup... wayyyy to much wine for you' while the other one was just like 'Oh well this should be fun' with a bit of evil laughing. Ya... she needed to lay off the wine. "Maybe they're is another parlor room up stairs where we can chat, seeing as no one is up there..." She said, shyly. ​

 

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While Alex had been invited to the after party and wanted to go, he had to take care of some family matters first. Not too long after the play had ended, the relatives that did come to see the play stole his attention. Since it was his aunt and younger cousin, he wouldn't have to worry about potential torment. Instead they took a few photos and asked some question. Soon enough he was free from them and on his way to the party. On his way there, he felt his phone vibrate.​

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Once he'd arrived, the first thing he did was attempt to see either Natalie or Zoey. Though he quickly changed his mind about that once he say just how many people were there. It would be a lot easier just to text Natalie. Alex wasted no time digging into his pocket for his phone again after giving himself the idea.

 

Upon finishing his story Zoey started...laughing? He thought the story was pretty disturbing and unnerving but she found it funny. 'Man I must be really bad at reading the mood of a conversation.' He pondered on this thought, trying to find the humor in it, which he admits after thinking over it he did chuckle a bit, but it was still a bit of a nervous one. Really it was all for the best that she found it funny because at least they had a story that they could laugh on later. Not to mention it made him feel way more comfortable than before.

Zoey responded to his question about Christmas and he smiled a bit. It was nice to see people who enjoyed it, even if he didn't personally find anything that great about the holiday. Having been asked about how his Christmas had been he was wondering what to say. Really he had just met the girl and didn't want to just open out and say that he spends all of his christmas days alone. At the same time he wasn't too fond of lying to people so he took the middle ground. "Nothing special really. We all did our little gift exchange thing in the morning and had breakfast all the same. My Pa got me a new jacket and my Ma figured it'd be a nice idea to get me socks. You can apparently never really have too many of those," he laughed at that a little before continuing. "Meanwhile my bro got me a sweet wooden replica of a sword and it was awesome! Probably best gift I've gotten in a while." He smiled a bit at the thought of that actually happening with his family there at his home. He realized that his lollipop had been his mouth for a while now so he crunched down on it, put the stick back in his pocket and took out a new one. Green apple flavor. "Aside from that I've basically told you all I've done and had the misfortune of seeing at this party. So plan on doing anything else here?"

 

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 continued to smile, sitting back and listening to the tale of Dennis' holiday. It sounded like he had more of an enjoyable time than she had. At least her dad made breakfast for her before he left, leaving it for her in the fridge to warm up. She hadn't seen the other presents he promised, but that was okay. She didn't mind.

"Sounds like you and your family had a lot of fun," she commented, chewing on her lollipop for a bit. She was surprised that Dennis pulled out yet ANOTHER lollipop and giggled at that. He must have had a strong endurance against sugar.

"What am I going to do? Um, well I was thinking about going for a swim," she said with a shrug. "How about you?"

Then she caught a familiar face from the corner of her eye and looked. Her eyes brightened up when she saw no other than her crush. "Hey! Alex!" She waved at him, trying to get his attention. "Over here!" She turned to Dennis and smiled sheepishly. "Hope you don't mind someone else coming over... That is if he heard me. It's pretty noisy in here.".

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

 

Drunkenly bouncing from Richie to Elisa had been tons of fun. He wondered if they got drunk often, but dismissed it, if memory was right, which it probably wasn't due to it being hampered by alcohol. He thought that they were minors. He yawned in a tired way first one then the other left his side. He hoped one would come back, maybe to a bed with him but instead he took a moment to find a couch. Hah, there was no way he was going home now. He was feeling so damn tired...had he really drunk that much? He couldn't remember at that point. He hadn't had much when he flirted with Richie earlier. But the drinks started to flow when the duo became a trio.

Looks like Elisa had klutzed into Erik and Bryan and now Richie was to follow. He wanted to get up and join what might be some sort of strange conga line formation. He tried to get up but instead it turned into him shifting onto his side and settling deeper into the cushion of the couch. This place was weird but comfy as hell.

He couldn't wait to try to remember this day, hangovers could be fun in a live with the pain sort of way. And tomorrow meant it was time for his father's return! He tried to hooray but grunted instead, life wasn't so bad when you were drunk. His drowsy thoughts were slowing down, as was his heart rate and breathing. Zach was out like a light.

 

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ TIPSY/EMBARRASSED✿​

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✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

She looked up at the two with a rather confused expression after she smiled at them. It was good they were okay, but her? Pfft. She was great! Everything was great! What ever did Erik mean by asking if she was alright?

Before she could open her mouth to speak, there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned her head over to who it was - Richie!! She giggled a bit upon seeing him and sent him a little wave.

"Sorry I kind of ditched you b-back at the p...ool. I thought I could-*hiccup*-get somewhere with Quentin, but thenTorvald ruined it...! What a j...erk, right?"

She closed her eyes cheerfully and smiled as she shook her head from left to right. "It's fine, it's fine baby! And you don't have to be so mean Rich, it's alright!" she raised her free hand and pat his blonde hair a bit. She turned back to everyone now, then suddenly gasped out. "Wow! Look! we have a little group! We should have a photo!" the tone of her voice was so excited - probably because she knew Bryan was still standing next to her. She's never had a photo with Bryan - well not one alone or even with a small group. She wanted to treasure her moment of victory with a photograph! Now was the perfect time!

She reached down for her camera on her side only to realize it wasn't there. She pouted, patting her sides to check where the device was - as if she had pockets that could fit her large camera in. She spun in her place slowly, taking little steps left and right to make her turn. It probably looked really silly. But seriously, when did her camera decide to run away into the night and have its own fun??

"I think you've both had enough."

It happened quite quickly after that. The glass of whisky was taken from her frail fingers - much to her liking. She didn't really enjoy the drink - plus now with her arms free. She could go and hug people!! She grinned at Erik but before she could thank him he interrupted her, "The both of you could probably do for some rest."

The turquoise teen found herself being slung over the older guy's shoulder and she let out a little "oof". This wasn't exactly her image of being carried off to bed. She wanted Bryan to have her thin body cradled in his arms all cuddly and comfortable and him to tuck her in bed and sleep next to her with his arms wrapped around her… But she guessed this would have to do.

She felt her hipbones grinding at Erik's shoulder. Yipes. Her arms hung in front of her sluggishly, her right hand reached for the edges of Erik's sleeves. She pressed her fingers between the fabric and rubbed them lightly as she muttered in a soft voice, "So we can sleep now? Hooray…. you're so nice Erik. Thank you so much… sorry if we caused any trouble… will you come to bed with us? We should all cuddle up and hug and stuff. That would be nice, huh? Oh and maybe… maybe I can get Bryan? I mean you're quite alright too - I'm sure you cuddle well but I want Bryan…"

Her words trailed on not due to drunkeness but more of because she was reaching her limit. She was probably going to pass out soon. Erik hadn't replied to her muttering and wondered if Bryan heard any of it… she blushed at the thought, thinking of how embarrassing that would be. Before she knew it, Erik creaked a door open and then she was enveloped in comfiness from a bed - but she still longed for warmth of human contact.

She reached an arm out to the door that was closing. She didn't want them to go! She wanted to cuddle and fall asleep in someone's arms. As the room filled with darkness she let out a sigh and turned her head to the blonde in the bed next to her. Her eyes were only half open - but it wasn't like she could see anything in the dark.


"Rich…" she started in a sleepy tone, the way she talked was straight. Not stopping at a word until she finished all she had to say - only dragging on some words. "This kind of sucks now. I wanted to cuddle babe. You know I like cuddling… I'm much more respon... responsi.... responsible! Much more responsible as this... Aw'man I probably looked like such an idiot back there… and in font of Bryan! Aw… rats. Should have just played it cool and asked for hugs…"

 

(*) Sophie's House (*) Mood: Content (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: (*)​

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While Alex waited around for any sign of people that he knew, he also looked around at some of the things here. Apparently there were some alcohol here too. That wasn't really a problem, until someone got drunk and started acting crazy that it. Besides, he didn't plan on getting a drink as of now. ​

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"Hey! Alex!"​

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It was faint, but he was sure that someone had called his name. Sure enough, he found the source. It was Zoey calling out to him. That sure made things easier now. Once he got over to, skillfully making his way throw the crowd, he gave Zoey a quick wave. "There you are." He said, as he notice the guy next to her. "Who's your friend?"​

 

Zoey seemed to buy the fact that his family was actually home with him. Probably for the best really. It made the whole thing go by much smoother and he was happy to see that him talking to someone could make them happy. "Um, well I was thinking about going for a swim, how about you?"


He thought about this for a moment. He really didn't think about what he was going to do for the night seeing as he was just sort of chilling at the party. He might've left soon if he had a means to and besides he was making friends with someone, and leaving would just be plain rude. So he decided to just go with the flow a bit. "Yeah I guess I could go for a swim as well. Sounds fu-" he was interrupted when Zoey yelled out to someone she must've recognized.

More company huh? Well the expression goes the more the merrier right? And besides it might end up being fun being able to make two friends in one interaction. "Sure I guess I'm fine with it."

The guy walked over, who he assumed this was Alex, and asked what his name was. "Hey I'm Dennis. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand for a handshake. Hopefully this would go well enough.

Then things took a turn for the weird and unexpected. While he was extending his hand out, trying to be all nice and friendly, the badass butler man appeared out of literally nowhere...again. He looked like he had something to tell Dennis. ❝Dennis, I am here on behalf of Sophie to tell you she thinks you are an attractive fellow. Enjoy your evening.❞ If this were a cartoon or anime of some sort his jaw would probably have literally hit the ground in no time flat. Sophie thought he was attractive? That was really...interesting(?) news. Like sure he had seen Sophie before and thought she was pretty good looking herself, but he couldn't really recall the last time he had said a single word to her. I mean what could he think in this scenario. He always figured Sophie to be the terrifying type of person who you'd never want to make mad and probably didn't want to make any emotional connections...but to hear this came from her. His body was shaking all over the place, his eyes were so wide, and his face was on fire at this point. He was actually speechless and had no idea what he could possibly do to make this situation make any more sense and be any less awkward. "U-u-u-um, th-thanks, bu-butler man, sir." He practically collapsed on his seat really confused as to what to do next, mouth still agape and body still shaking.

 

⎛ 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.

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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.

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❝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.

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❝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.

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❝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.

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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
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C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E
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Natalie Williams

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

By her third or fourth cup, Natalie was completely drunk. She didn't have the highest tolerance, and the fact that she didn't usually drink didn't help at all.

She finished off her fourth helping and giggled loudly. Wrapping her arm around Xara, and whispered in her ear;

"Hey, let's go see Zoey again..." She snickered, "She must be wondering why we ditched her." She turned and dragged them both over.

Upon arriving, she noticed Alex. "Hey! Alex! Good to see you dude! How are ya? Fun-ass party, ain't it!?" Natalie gave a loud, obnoxious laugh. "And Zoey! We're back. Who's your new friend here? Never seem him before." She turned to him. "Hi! I'm Natalie!"

 

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

He uncrossed his arms and dug his hands in his side pockets. His head felt like it was about to explode and splatter his brains out all over the floor. His heart was still beating rapidly and he tried his best to compose at least his breathing. He dug the tip of his shoe on the ground below, as if he was trying to stay still - which he actually was. Part of him just wanted to head for the door and run and go back home or sneak into the empty shelter and sleep with the animals. That's how he wanted to spend Christmas right now, at that moment.

He glanced at Maria, knowing that even though he wanted to run away - it probably wasn't best. He could just leave her, after knowing that it was because of him why she could be upset. His mind was going crazy though! Images and sounds kept popping up as his eyes now darted around the small room. It was dark there was a bed - this was kind of the scene Tucker always avoided. The image of Maria dominating him, the one that he so sickly conjured when they were alone in the theatre, popped in his head again. That was the worst one right now - because he really didn't want to think badly of the blonde. She was a great friend of his. He just wanted it to go back like they used to - back when they were just two super good friends and counselors working together and spending fun times like morning cafe trips and summer.

"Tucker... please com here."

His head snapped towards her and saw her patting the space on the bed next to her. He really didn't want to - still unable to figure out what those blue eyes that gazed away from him was trying to say. He wanted to be cautious now because he was just so darn scared. His feet felt like they weighed tonnes as he hesitantly dragged them over as he sat down next to her. He moved aside the box that had the present she gave him and sat after that. Letting the box sit between the awkward distance Tucker intentionally placed between them. He bit down at his lip as he held the edges of the sweater he got from his mother. It fit him very snuggly, stopped right at his belt line. He held the edges tightly and tugged them down at the same time. He let her continue.

"I have an idea, but it doesn't matter if you don't approve."

The young adult tensed up, his anxiety inside building. What did she mean?? The last bit she said scared him. He swallowed nervously as he stopped looking at her and locked his stare on the floor. His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to fight his hardest not to do anything and just stay still and stay calm and just be there.

"We could practice together, b-but, only if you want."

His eyes immediately widened. The chaos inside his head seemed to react in the same way. It was like Maria had flipped a switch suddenly and everything just went wrong. He felt like his inner demons suddenly occupied the space under the bed below and they were slowly coming from there. It felt like their haunting hands groped at his body, clinging onto his ankles then up all over his legs and around his torso and neck and just-

"You said you don't understand. I could-- I could teach you. I could show you that it's not scary... I don't understand why you would have that mentality Tucker, but these things-- this feeling-- it's meant to be good, not painful or scary."

He bent over, digging his elbows into his thighs right above his knees. His hands moved swiftly from tugging at the bottom of his sweater to gripping his cherry locks at the side of his head. It was as if he was attempting to pull them out - but really he just wanted his mind to fall silent. Maria just didn't get it! She didn't get it at all! His breathing had become much heavier. His chest began to hurt. His mind still was filled with so much chaos and pain. He felt his eyes stinging as he continued to stare down at the floor below without blinking all that much, frustrated with himself of not knowing what to do and being some scared wimp all the time. He still felt like something was dragging him into some sort of darkness.

" Only if you're willing to try. It's not like I'd force you. You're free to leave if you want..."

He breathed in deeply and looked at her. His eyes had gotten slightly watery by now but he wasn't crying. He grunted a bit and got up to his feet. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. He felt like he was being attacked again - even though he knew her intentions were good, well, at least she tried to believe they were good but his thoughts still screamed otherwise.

He hung his head down, his hands balling into fists beside him. He intended to get up, head for the door, leave and just get ou of there but he couldn't find himself to start moving or even take a step forward. His lips finally separated, "Maria... thank you... Thank you but you just don't get it." his voice was shaky, strong but shaky. He shook his head slightly, inhaling a sniffle that escaped him. "It's more than that. More than you'll ever know... More than I can ever say."

His lips pressed back tightly together, gritting at his teeth. He wanted to tell her. The feeling he got last time of wanting to came back. His balled fists went back to tugging the side of his sweater again. He wanted to tell her right here at this very moment but just as always, he didn't know how.

 

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

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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Yup! Dennis the Menace." She giggled at her own joke, looking over at the guy next to her. Hopefully he didn't mind the little joke.

The butler suddenly came out of nowhere then, telling him the news that Sophie had to bring. Sophie, the head lady of this house, thought Dennis was attractive. "Such a compliment!" Zoey said with a smile hiding a giggle behind her hands. "Somebody likes you~ Somebody likes you~" she said in a singsong voice before she decided to cease. She noticed he was shaking, like he was afraid. Or shocked... Wow. Did he really have that low of confidence. "Um... Dennis? Dude?" She poked at his cheek with her finger, trying to bring him back to reality. "You okay man? You look like a ghost and shaking more than a leaf on a tree in autumn."


"Hey! Alex! Good to see you dude! How are ya? Fun-ass party, ain't it!?"

Oh great, it sounded like her other acquaintances were coming back.

"And Zoey! We're back. Who's your new friend here? Never seem him before. Hi! I'm Natalie

She cringed, for Natalie's voice was very loud. And poor Dennis was already hyperventilating over by her. "Um, Dennis, meet Natalie. Natalie, Dennis." She wondered how much alcohol the girl consumed, but didn't want to ask. This was kind of making her a bit nervous though. She looked up to Alex, giving him somewhat of a pleading look. She didn't want to interact for very long, for who knew what was going to happen. Then again, she was probably just overreacting. Maybe... They weren't as bad as they appeared to be while drunk.

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

 

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✧ location: bennett home ♦ floor two ♦ guest room ✧ mood: average ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: bryan ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧​

✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧​

"I think you've both had enough."

Richie heard Erik say as he snatched his bottles. He whimpered and frowned childishly, his lips pouting. "Th...that's not fair! That's m-mine...!" The boy attempted to reach for the bottles. They were a lot higher than he thought... "Aw buttcheeks... I can't r-*hiccup*-reach it!!"

Erik then added, "The both of you could probably do for some rest."

Richie let out an over dramatic sigh, almost as if he was dying, and exclaimed, "B-but I feel f...fine!" It seemed like they weren't even listening to them as Erik motioned to Bryan. He felt two strong hands upon his shoulders that began to push. The boy's feet were shuffling across the floor as he was forced to the second floor. "W...where are we going, B-Bryan...? Are you t-taking me to the b-bed to fuck me...?!" The older man didn't even pass him a glance as they entered the room.

"I'd...let you fuck me so h-*hiccup*-hard, y-you know..." The boy called out with a slur of chuckles. The duo exited the room with a slam of the door, causing the blonde to sigh. He just wanted to get laid... was that too much to ask?! He turned to Elisa as she spoke.

"Rich... this kind of sucks now. I wanted to cuddle babe. You know I like cuddling... I'm much more respon... responsi.... responsible! Much more responsible as this... Aw'man I probably looked like such an idiot back there... and in font of Bryan! Aw... rats. Should have just played it cool and asked for hugs..."

"I...*hiccup*...feel ya Elisa. I...I think I w-was too forward t-too... we can always cuddle..." Without even waiting for her reply ( though he could guess it pretty accurately ), Richie got up and flopped onto his best friend's bed. He nudged his way closer to her until his and her faces were mere centimeters apart. He wrapped his arms around her delicately, snuggling up close to her.

This lasted for at least five minutes, until Richie felt ( and heard ) a menacing grumble in his stomach. He looked worriedly to Elisa and apologized as he left the bed.

Despite his impaired condition, Richie found the bathroom with relative ease. He quickly slammed the door shut and shoved his head into the toilet bowl. He threw up slightly, then felt his stomach mumble again. His eyes widened as he stood up and hurriedly sat his buns on the rim.

After cleansing himself, Richie also wiped the faint traces of barf from his lips. He looked into the mirror and slightly adjusted his hair. It looked... okay. The pool most certainly didn't help; it felt his hair feeling stringy and nappy. He sighed and hiccuped, perfecting it some more. His eyes were red as he peered into the mirror once again. His hot breaths fogged up the reflective surface. The boy titled his head slightly in curiosity as he placed a hand in front of his face and huffed.

It... did not smell pleasant. He scrunched up his face in disgust as he coughed slightly. Luckily, the medicine cabinet had some mouthwash. "I... I'm sure Sophie w-won't mind if I just use... a little..." He rinsed his mouth several times until he was satisfied with the scent.

That hair still didn't look correct. Richie sighed and began to adjust his hair once again.