❥▐ cupid's brew

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Sophie's House (Bedroom)|Music|Mood: Passed out|OOC: N/A​

Sarah Coleman

Outfit|Location: Sophie's House (Bedroom)|Music|Mood: Slightly relieved|OOC: N/A​

After a bit of wandering around, Sarah found a bedroom. It had two beds, luckily enough, so there was plenty of room to sleep.

"Alright Alex, just set her down. You're welcome to stay here if you want to. Nat and I can take a bed, and you can take the other, okay? Goodnight!" She climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Natalie was already passed out and asleep, so she didn't need to fall asleep. She just needed to be put in bed. And not... Throw up in her mouth while asleep. That'd be bad. She'd die.


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Yeaaaaahhhh...

 

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『WEATHER』 SNOWING, COLD 26°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/26/2015 - 3:02AM ✖『DAY』 05​

She should have kept walking, she thought. Seeing Bryan pull up had been agonizing and if it weren't for the unbearable cold, she would have let stubbornness keep her out there. He may have fought her on it, but she wouldn't have gone down without some kind of argument! He was one of the last people she wanted to see. Well, that she felt comfortable seeing.

He made her feel shameful and guilty for trying to go for it alone. She felt bad, for him driving them home. For him leaving the party. She didn't want him to know! They were supposed to keep their lives separate now, for the most part, minus the emailing. It was so hard to do that when she was constantly burdening him with worry.

They arrived back home after a quiet, beautiful drive, and went straight to their rooms. She put on a pot of cranberry tea about ten minutes later, and when it was done, went to her bathroom for a nice, relaxing soak. The tea soothed her scratchy throat, and the steaming hot water of the bath melted her tense muscles.

When the bath and tea were finished, she dressed into something warm and crawled into bed. Winter break would be coming to an end, now. She really had to dedicate some time to her project ...

With a deep yawn, she turned onto her stomach and curled a bit, falling to sleep some minutes later.

 

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

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During the wandering around of Alex and Sarah they managed to find Lucas, who kindly led them upstairs to the room. First he found them a room to place the unconscious Natalie. That took care of one problem, now all that left was for Alex to find a room.​

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"Alright Alex, just set her down. You're welcome to stay here if you want to. Nat and I can take a bed, and you can take the other, okay? ​

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"T-that's okay. I-i'll just find my own room." Not that a small part of him didn't want to share a room, it was just that a larger part thought that it would be a little strange for him to do so. As Sarah fell asleep, he made his way out the room and found himself a empty one. Again with the help of Lucas.​

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Once he was in the room, he yawn for a quick second, signalling that he was indeed tired. So to compensate, he got himself changed and got in the bed. There was little time between him getting in the bed and falling asleep.​

 

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Tucker sat down on the bed with her and took off his boots. It was the only thing he shed from his body. Maria smiled softly. She watched as he did so and then as he pulled back the sheets on the bed. He cleared his throat after wiping his tired eyes, ❝ I-it's fine. Here. Use this. ❞ Tucker plopped down on the bed and pulled the sheet up over him, facing towards her on the bed. His chestnut eyes peeked open slightly to glance at Maria quickly, ❝ Thank you… good night. ❞ he closed his eyes at his last words and fell asleep immediately.

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Maria followed suit, crawling under the covers. The sheets tickled her bare legs and she brushed hair out of her eyes. She lied facing him as well, her face only a few inches from him. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and she couldn't help but watch him sleep. Her blue eyes stayed on him for quite some time. She stroked his red hair and cheek, going down from the top of his head to his jawline. He must have been extremely tired. The sum of what he told her had still yet to truly sink in. She understood now, just how frail and broken he was. Tucker missed a crucial part of his childhood, having to grow up quickly in order to survive. In order to move forward, it would take a lot of time and devotion. She wanted to believe that she had the patience for it.

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If he couldn't rely on her, then who could he rely on? He looked so peaceful asleep like that and it kind of reminded her of EAP. Was the kitten all right? Hopefully he wasn't too lonely at home. If Stephan didn't treat him right then he would never hear the end of it. Maria slid in closer to Tucker and pressed her lips lightly against his forehead. She cradled his broken helpless form in her arms while stroking the back of his head. Maria could feel his slow shallow breath on her chest and it sent a shiver through her body. He was so close now. Tucker was completely out of it. She only wrapped her arms around him. Her legs remained away from him. Tucker was a broken sweetheart. Maria planted delicate kisses on the top of his head, burying her face in his soft hair. This is what she wanted, it just wasn't exactly how she planned it to be. She wanted to be close to Tucker after all these years. Now, now here they were.

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He had shared his darkest secret with her and she had been too stunned to say anything. It was nothing something she would have ever pictured for him. That was why his father's name sounded so familiar. Benjamin Knowles. He was a monster. She wondered if a part of him still loved/missed him in a weird way. It was something she had learned about repeatedly. When a person is raised a certain way by someone close to them, even after betrayed they find themselves longing in the deepest parts within them for that abuse they had once received. It was a terrible thing to wonder. He was so soft and peaceful now. She should just let him sleep.​

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Maria hugged him closer. It had been a long time since she had last been this close to someone in bed and it was not even like that. There had been no emotional connection, just physical. Even Stephan didn't hold her anymore--granted, she was the one doing the holding at the moment. ❝ Tucker, ❞ she whispered softly, ❝ I'll always be here for you. I'll protect you. ❞ She smiled into his hair and gave his forehead another soft kiss before closing her eyes and embracing the warmth of the bed until she fell asleep.​

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✜ Wearing❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/26/2015 ❖ Day: 5 & 4/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Tired ❖ Interaction: Tucker ❖ Location: Guest Room ✜ ​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: Sleep ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ DETERMINED✿​

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✖ LOCATION ↝ SOPHIE'S HOME ✖​

She had given up with a huff after opening to three empty rooms in the second floor. She crossed her arms over her chest and marched downstairs. Why couldn't she find Richie? She didn't know but she really wanted him right now. She just wanted to cuddle up and sleep. She wore a pout the whole time, as she made her way to the kitchen. Her throat was also burning and she desired some water.

She opened a cabinet- seems like the lady of luck was finally at her side! Glasses were there and she picked one and then opened the fridge and helped herself with some water. Closing it and placing the pitcher back inside she slid down against one of the counters, sitting on the floor. She kept her knees close to her chest and kept her legs together to hide her floral panties.

She took a sip from her water. It felt very refreshing, but at the same time she felt really lonely. All she wanted for the entire night was someone to cuddle. Well actually, she would very much like cuddling all the time - when she was intoxicated she knew she could get away with it. Sure, she had a low tolerance and could get very tipsy and affectionate real quickly. Sometimes she would just drink a bit or at least holding a drink and pretend to be tipsy so she could cuddle. God, that sounded awful but it was true. She loved cuddling. Richie got off with getting down and dirty but she just wanted someone to hold her.

She wanted someone right now. She really wanted to cuddle. Richie didn't count at the moment because she was kind of upset with him (though she was sure she would forget almost immediately tomorrow... or rather, later today) and they only cuddles for five minutes. She gulped the last bit of her water, then reached up to place the glass on the counter. She was too lazy to actually get up and place it properly which wasn't too great.

Suddenly a hand grabbed the glass from her and properly place it on the counter. The teen looked up to see the Butler guy. Did he think she was drinking agin? Uh-oh. "It's just wa-"

"Come with me. I will escort you back to your room."

She blinked. Was he psychic? Oh she sure hoped he was. She took his hand that was reached out and got up with his help. She smoothed out the bottom of her sweater and followed him back up the stairs. 'I want someone to cuddle. I really really do Mr. Butler guy. Maybe Bryan Chambers. The cute one with brown hair. I want a cuddle buddy.'

Before she knew it, the door closed behind her and he was gone. Guess he wasn't psychic. Elisa sighed and pouted, it was worth trying. She walked past Richie's empty bed and walk to hers. She was still alone. She felt like crying for a moment. She didn't exactly know why but she did. She was acting like such a child - but maybe that's just cause she never pictured being alone in the early Christmas morning. Instead, she stomped towards Richie's bed and stole all of his pillows. She placed them on her bed and arranged them neatly on the side. She hopped into the other side, tucked herself in (along with the pillows) and cuddled into those. She closed her eyes and attempted to sleep. Wasn't a person, definitely not Bryan, but it was close enough.

 

⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ VARIOUS ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ DRUNK ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ -17% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ KEKEKE. ⎠

❝ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＭＥ. ＩＴ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ.❞​

To be honest, Lucas hadn't been away that long, but that was long enough for her, especially because of the mood she was in. Because Freddie was with her though, she had been more subdued. His conversation cheered her up enough. She was honestly tempted to bed him, but Lucas probably wouldn't have been pleased with her 'promiscuous' behavior.

She supposed he was right. Had he not had a small talk with her about it, Sophie was sure she would have tried to have sex with Freddie, Dennis, and Oliver. And if she would have seen Torvald, Quentin, or Pierce, them too. It was a bit annoying being drunk and hypersexual.

Pierce . . . Sophie sighed loudly. ❝Freddie, walk with me.❞ she commanded, grabbing a new drink Lucas had prepared for her and latching her arm into his, dragging him along as they walked. ❝I need to walk.❞

While they walked, they talked about the play and various subjects that linked to one and other in the most obscure of ways, from supernovas to Indian cuisine, volcanos to bacteria and fish, Sophie was just all over the place and threw random foreign words from various languages like Chinese, French and Italian, and she was sure Freddie was understanding her . . . even though he probably wasn't.

❝You've got a nice fucking floor, Sophiera.❞

The two of them stopped to see a passed out Oliver on the floor. Lucas appeared right next to his unconscious body. ❝Lucas, I want him in my b - ❞ But she stopped short at the look he was giving her, even though it was completely, seemingly blank. She huffed. ❝Fine, drag him off to a bedroom.❞

With seemingly no trouble at all, Lucas lifted Oliver and spirited him away to a guest room.

❝Freddie, I am going to be perfectly honest right now,❞ Sophie started when the two arrived at the pool, ❝I am tempted to drag you off to my room so that we can have sex, but then Lucas would tan both our hides and neither of us would be happy in the morning. I hate being drunk,❞ she said sullenly as she took another gulp of her . . . drink.

❝Are you going to stay the night?❞ she asked him as she dragged him away from the poll area and towards the library and one of the back staircases. ❝Don't answer that, of course you are. No, no rejections. I won't have it.❞

She walked him to a room where he would be sleeping and laid on his bed lazily, thinking about ridiculous, silly things like real relationships, and love.

❝Freddie, do you have anyone you like . . . ?❞

A L C O H O L ☁ C O N S U M T I O N
☁ 2 1 G L A S S E S ☁​

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E
☁ 3 : 0 1 A M ☁​

 

There was little to do here. The children were acting up and were being right fools and idiots with their inebriation and sexual activities. Would the future of the revolution survive on those who held such debauchery on their backs? He-- he didn't even have his medical kit--

He hiccuped.

Torvald had been staring out at the stars by the balcony for a while. When he had finished his fifth martini, he said little as he sat down on the chair and decided to rest his eyes, alone. Eventually, the tender fingers of sleep stole him away from the night, and before he knew it, he was snoring loudly on the chair, the cold wind buffeting his face.

The martini glass slipped from his fingers and tinkled to the granite floor. He rustled and turned on his chair, slightly. What sort of dream was he having?

 

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⌠ DAY 5 │ 4/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 25TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ GUEST ROOM ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ SIGH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 13% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡
⌠ OOC │ — ⌡
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Most of the others were going to sleep, and even though Quentin was tired, he didn't want to be in the house anymore. He didn't want to see Sophie anymore, and he wasn't sure why that was, quite yet. Maybe he was embarrassed or upset with her? He had been before, again. She had been openly flirting with someone, right in front of him, some weeks ago. Just tonight . . .

She wouldn't have actually . . . Would she have? He couldn't wrap his head around it, or understand. Was she always like that? He knew that she was openly comfortable with talking about sex, and that her sexuality was pan, but . . .

He wondered where Noëlle was. He tried looking for her, and had nearly run into her a few times, but she always evaded him. He didn't even think she was in the house anymore. Bryan had disappeared, too. They must have left. He was disappointed. He could leave to, but the weather wasn't the greatest outside.

Quentin sighed and walked back up to the third floor, back to the black door. A few of the doors in the house were black, and he thought it meant something special, but apparently not. This one though, he knew had been Sophie's room, especially when it had been dark and Lucas answered the first time.

No one answered this time, and he slowly opened the door and felt around for a light switch. When he turned it on, he saw a mirage of bright colors and monochrome. The room had very little furniture in it, it was very minimalist. A large bed surrounded by a dark canopy that waterfalled from the ceiling, a comfy-looking chair in one of the corners, a high-tech stereo in another. A set of doors that led what was probably to a closet were painted with pastel see green colors.

It was a room that seemed to fit Sophie in all of its chaotic design.

"She wouldn't be pleased to find you snooping about." said a calm voice from behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Lucas. He hadn't even heard his footsteps.

". . . Maybe not. I was just looking for her."

"No you weren't. You were avoiding her." he replied evenly, and Quentin internally glared. "Shall I show you to your room, or would you prefer to sleep here?"

He didn't know if that was a trick question or not. "Are you her lover?" he asked quietly.

"I am merely her friend."

Huh. Right. Right. Somehow, he was doubtful. He was becoming angry now, but Lucas didn't seem to be lying. If he was . . . "A room would be nice, yes." he said curtly.

He tried not to think about Sophie actually having sex with someone that wasn't him. He wanted her, but she didn't? He didn't know what she wanted. Maybe it was a bad idea to pursue her, but she was just so unusual. Noëlle, though . . . She was a lot like him, which usually, he would have thought was boring, maybe even annoying, but there was a certain something about her that was . . . likable. She was pretty, seemed outgoing . . . He mostly just wanted to hug her whenever he saw those sad looks on her face, which seemed more often, lately.

"Good night, Quentin." Lucas closed the door.

With a sigh, he flopped onto the soft bed and turned out the light. He didn't want to think anymore. He simply fell asleep.

 

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 5 - 4/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Bedroom)

Several drinks later, Freddie and Sophie had been talking for a good while. They had been sitting together in the kitchen, chattering away and knocking back a few drinks. It was a good time. Time seemed to be passing by quickly.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Sophie sighed. "Freddie, walk with me" She had already grabbed a new drink and latched onto his arm.

"Wait, what?"

"I need to walk" Before he could say anything else, Sophie had already dragged him out of his seat. He reached for his drink before they went off to walk about her large house. They walked about the house haphazardly, talking about the play and the most randomly bizarre assortment of topics. During their talk, they somehow linked supernovas to Indian cuisine, volcanoes to bacteria and fish. It was all over the place, and Sophie threw in random foreign words from various different languages. He had no idea what the fuck what was going on, but he did know that they were drunk, so he could excuse it.

"You've got a nice fucking floor, Sophiera." Some guy lay on the floor, passed out. Then, almost out of nowhere, Lucas showed up next to him. Was he some kinda ninja or something? How the hell did he do that?

"Lucas, I want him in my b-" Sophie stopped mid-sentence as she looked at Lucas's blank face. She let out another sigh. "Fine, drag him off to a bedroom." Complying with her command, Lucas lifted the passed out dude over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took him to one of the bedrooms. Ha. Like a sack of potatoes. Freddie took another swig from his drink as Sophie dragged him along on this walk she wanted to take.

"Freddie, I'm going to be perfectly honest right now," She started as they got to the freezing pool. "I am tempted to drag you off to my room so that we can have sex, but then Lucas would tan both our hides and neither of us would be happy in the morning. I hate being drunk." Well, that certainly came out of nowhere. He just accredited that to her drunken state. Still, he didn't know exactly what to say. All he could really do was take a swig of his drink, the same as Sophie did.

"Are you going to stay the night?" He had planned on it, what with his toothbrush and toothpaste in his car and all. She dragged him from the pool area into the library and some back stairs. Before he could get out two words, Sophie said, "Don't answer that, of course you are. No, no rejections, I won't have it."

She brought him to the room he would be sleeping in. Freddie put his empty glass on a night stand next to his bed and went to lay down in the room's bed. He lay down next to Sophie, who had for whatever reason decided to lay down in his bed. Suddenly, she piped up, "Freddie, do you have anyone you like...?" Yup. That was probably the alcohol talking. He considered telling her that he liked her, but he didn't want to do anything too stupid. Even though he was drunk, he was still clear-headed enough to consider this.

Freddie let out a little chuckle, "Maybe, maybe not." He playfully tousled Sophie's hair as tiredness weighed down his eyelids. He was pretty sleepy, and he had no idea what time it was, but it had to be pretty late. Or, was it early? Whatever. Point is, he was sleepy. "Aaah... Tell you what, if you're still curious about it tomorrow, I'll tell you then..." Fatigue filled his voice as he closed his eyes with his hands still in her hair, drifting off to sleep.

 

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⎛ DAY 5 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 25TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ GUEST ROOM > ROOM ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ SLEEPY ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ UNKNOWN !! ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ GOOD NIGHT ! ⎠​

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❝ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＭＥ. ＩＴ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ.❞​

❝Maybe, maybe not.❞ His hand was in her hair, which was making her completely lazy, and she wanted to either curl into him or push him off the bed.

❝Freddiiiiie . . .❞ she whined in a sleepy murmur at his reply. Sophie hated vague replies.

❝Aaah . . . Tell you what, if you're still curious about it tomorrow, I'll tell you then . . .❞ He seemed to doze off after that.

She lazily looked at his sleeping face, and decided Freddie was quite cute when he was sleeping. For a little while, she lay in a state between sleep and being awake, playing with his hair instead, and then a little while later, the door opened and Lucas tiptoed into the room.

❝Do you want to sleep in here, or your room?❞ he asked her softly, moving her long hair from her face.

❝You decide . . .❞ she mumbled in reply, and with ease and gentleness, Lucas scooped her up, and she let go of Freddie's hand reluctantly. He really was a good friend of hers, a rare one she decided not to mess with a long time ago . . . She was sleepy as hell, though.

The house was quite and all guests had been escorted or carried to rooms. Messes were tidied and cleaned, and everything was set as if no one had thrown a party in the first place, courtesy of the talented Lucas. He carried her throughout the large house without a word, and up to her own room, where he set her down and removed her cardigan at her request.

❝Sleep with me, Lucas . . .❞ she sleepily mumbled, and he sighed, but then smiled, and got out of his clothes, then climbed into bed with her. She cuddled into his side, thinking about nothing but sweet scent of his cologne. Freddie had smelled nice, too . . . ❝I love you, Lucas . . .❞ And she fell asleep.

❝You will not in the morning, love.❞ he whispered, and wrapped his arm around Sophie, and fell asleep, too.

A L C O H O L ☁ C O N S U M T I O N​

☁ 2 1 G L A S S E S ☁​

G O O D ☁ N I G H T ☁ !!​

☁ 3 : 2 3 A M ☁​

 

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

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Soon, Zoey's eye fluttered open, seeing that the light of morning was seeping into her room. She smiled, stretching out while yawning before she sat up. She rubbed her eye, and then grabbed for her phone, checking the time. It was around 10:45am, almost close to eleven. "Oh wow, I really knocked out." She chuckled to herself, flinging off her sheets and then strode over to one of the windows in the room. When she peeked outside, she could see big fluffy flakes falling down. Her eye sparkled in wonderment, smiling even bigger. "It's snowing," she whispered, touching her hand on the glass. "Oh my gosh, this is so cool."

Suddenly giggling to herself like she was ten again, she rushed from the window and grabbed her backpack, eager to get ready for the day. She found a bathroom, and slipped inside, locking the door behind her. Then, she finally took off her eyepatch.

She blinked uncomfortably, missing the patch over her eye already. Although all she saw was black still, she couldn't help but to miss the weight of it on her eye. She kept her bad eye closed as she avoided looking the mirror as she stripped once more, stepping into the shower with her bathroom stuff and then turned on the hot water.

A few minutes, and she was out of the bathroom again, her dad's Christmas eyepatch dutifully over her eye. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she wore a Soul Eater shirt with characters posing on the front and blue jeans. She even threw in some crazy colorful fuzzy socks.

She held her backpack close to her chest, looking around the house. It was sure quiet around here... Maybe she was the only one up. She softly ventured down the stairs to the first floor, taking a look around. She really didn't see anyone where she was standing at. It was like the whole house was dead in a way.

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

 

⎛ DAY 6 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 26TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ IRRITABLE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ HOUSE LOCATIONS STILL APPLY. ⎠

❝ＢＩＴＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＴＯＮＧＵＥ.❞​

Due to her early rising habits, Sophie was awake at 9 : 02 am, but stayed in bed, where Lucas was not present. He was an early riser, too, so he must have been downstairs preparing breakfast for the rest of the household, which was quite a few people this morning.

Last night's events were only a little blurry, so Sophie found herself remembering quite a bit, and the thoughts were haunting. She seldom lost control like that, and it was infuriating that alcohol could do such a thing.

She got up and walked to her window. It was quite scenic outside. Flurries of snow danced about and covered every inch of available surface, creating a stage fit for the Waltz of the Snowflakes. It was quite beautiful, and lifted her mood somewhat.

Shrugging on her over-sized cardigan, Sophie got out of bed at 10 : 03 am and left her room to go check on the others who had stayed the night in the monitor room. It seemed that only one person besides Lucas and herself ( Lucas was in the kitchen, cooking ) was up; Zoey. She was wandering about, somewhere near the billiards room and library, heading in the direction of the living room.

Sophie switched cameras around and eventually found Quentin's room. He was up, but sitting in bed, not really moving. She sighed, and then rubbed at her face.

Heading downstairs, Sophie faced herself with running into Zoey. ❝Good morning,❞ she greeted, ❝Lucas is making breakfast, why don't you join me in the kitchen?❞ It wasn't really a request — more like a demand because I don't feel like fucking around with anyone this morning. She smiled, although it was mostly forced, and lead Zoey to the large kitchen where a welcoming atmosphere and aroma was.

❝Good morning, Nico, Zoey,❞ Lucas said, moving from a griddle to a frying pan.

Sophie gave a hum in reply and grabbed two mugs, offering Zoey coffee, and pouring herself some and sitting at the kitchen island on a stool. ❝You were with Dennis last night, weren't you?❞ she asked Zoey thoughtfully.

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E
☁ 1 0 : 4 7 A M ☁​

 

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

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After a little tossing and turning in the bed, Alex finally decided to get up. Mainly because sleeping in most of the day in someone else's house didn't seem right. None the less, he made his way towards the bathroom to start the day. That part didn't take long at all. So next thing for him to do was to head downstairs.​

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Gently closing the door behind him, Alex took note of the silence around him. Considering the time, odds were that some people were either just waking up or still sleeping. Though as he started walking he caught the smell of coffee and something cooking. Surely that meant that someone was making something, but who. If it was Lucas, then it wouldn't be surprising, especially since he did help him find a room for Natalie.​

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As he made his way downstairs and towards the kitchen, still following the smell of food, he found Zoey and Sophie there along with Lucas making breakfast, just as he figured. "Oh, morning." He said.​

 

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✧ location: bennett home ♦ second // first floor ♦ guest room // kitchen ✧ mood: bittersweet ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

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

✧ ooc: -- ✧​

Richie awoke with a moan and sat up, squinting his eyes. The sunlight shining through the crystal windows was literally blinding him. It felt like someone was shining a beam of light directly into his eyes. The boy was tempted to shut his eyes and attempt to fall asleep again, until he peered at the time on his phone ( 10:56 am ). He growled under his breath and forced himself out of bed, almost collapsing to the floor from exhaustion. The blonde peered back to the bed, spotting Zach sprawled across the bed.

...He was naked.

Richie looked down at his own figure.

...He was also naked.

Did they... fuck last night? His memory of last night was kind of fuzzy... something about a pool? He remembered Quentin vaguely, but the memory of Zach was a little more vivid. But still... he couldn't remember for the life of him if they actually did it ( the boy assumed so though ). He wondered what they said to each other as they made love. Was it sweet, cute talk... or more sexual, void of emotion? Looking at the other blonde with a slight smile, Richie figured it was sweet talk.

Zach was very sweet whenever they had conversations, like he actually listened and cared. Other than Elisa, he didn't really have many deep conversations with anyone else. He never really spoke much with Bryan, Quentin, or Tucker anymore; his attraction to them seemed to be more physical, rather than emotional. He was, of course, fine with that sort of attraction, but having a real connection--a real bond--with someone he was fond of was pretty... nice.

Richie hovered over Zach, after dressing himself in the clothes he wore yesterday, contemplating whether or not to wake him. He seemed to be resting peacefully; he didn't want to ruin his relaxation. Instead, he simply kissed his forehead and whispered, "Thanks for last night...".

Releasing a happy sigh, despite the throbbing pain the boy felt in his head, Richie exited the room, closing the door quietly so as to not wake Zach. He headed down the stairs and noticed some bodies in the kitchen. He found himself drawn to them, due to a craving for interaction and nourishment. The promising scent of food drew the blonde to the small crowd in the kitchen. There was Sophie, the butler ( who was cooking some delicious-looking nomnoms ), and... two others he didn't know. He sighed from slight embarrassment over not knowing their names ( even though they looked vaguely familiar ), crossing over his legs and placing his hands behind his back.

"Good morning everyone...!" The boy said semi-cheerfully, bowing slightly.

 

Dennis Baker:​

[---Day 6(1/4)---December 26th---Location: Sophie's House(Living Room--->Kitchen)---Mood: Super Tired---Ooc: N/A]​

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Dennis woke to the sound of a loud thudding noise. After waiting for a minute he realized just what made that noise. He ended up rolling off of the couch onto the ground and landing on his right arm. He was pretty sure it was going to be bruised, but didn't really care. Instead he rolled onto his back and looked around to find any nearby clock to tell him what time it was. When he saw one it was analog and he read it as 3:45. His brain didn't really register that as being correct and instead he took out his phone to find it said 9:45 AM. He tried to get up, because he resolved that he needed to continue sleeping, however he lacked any strength to pull himself back onto the couch, so he eventually just zonked out again until he woke again at 10:30 AM. He continued to lie on the floor until fifteen minutes passed and he realized that he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon.

Reluctantly, Dennis pulled himself to the couch and lied down for a quick second and...accidently fell off the couch again. Even though he landed on the same arm the pain still didn't really register to him yet and as such he lazily stood himself up. He looked at himself to notice that he was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, which was not his usual bedware. Then he remembered the fact he was in someone elses place and didn't really pay any mind to that anymore He started to sway back and forth and figured a nice glass of milk could probably cure his tired state. 'Wait did this place actually have any milk? Where exactly was the kitchen? Did I leave my water running at home?' All these thoughts and more rang through Dennis's head before he shakingly grabbed his bag and pulled out a lollipop. This one was orange flavor and he was sure that sugar+milk would be just what he needed to regain his lost energy.

After a few minutes of walking he finally happened upon the kitchen. He surveyed the area with his half closed eyes and noticed a couple of people already there. In addition the smell of cooking food permeated through the room, which was pleasurable compared to the floor he was on for the past hour or so. He looked at Lucas and said, "morning..." He literally had no idea what Lucas's name was, so he figured he wasn't going to try and fill in a name. However Alfred, Niles, and Valkenhayn were names that resonated in his mind quite loudly. He started to rub his head because the lack of head support and sugar gave him an awful headache that was not going to be leaving for awhile. Then he turned to everyone else and addressed them (even though he still didn't know what one guys name was,) "Morning Alex, Zoey, Blond Guy, Sophie." He put his hand over his face, yawning, without his brain fully registering who he just addressed. His eyes jolted slightly more open, but still not fully, because he was still way too tired to fully react the way he probably was going to otherwise, (which was going to be a lot of panicking.) Instead he just sort of stood there not really sure of what to do next, lollipop still in mouth.

 

♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 1 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔
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The hours passed quickly. It felt like only a blink had gone by, and suddenly his surroundings were completely unfamiliar. He was in a bed, alone [ that was good ] and in a room he didn't recognize. The bed was really nice, though. He almost didn't want to get out of it ...

But he did, because he needed to know where he was. It was annoying. The events from last night were a blurry, incoherent haze. He remembered arriving at the party, avoiding Pierce, drinking some and then nothing but blurry, flashing, silent-film memories.

Finally, he peeled the blankets away from his body and slid out from them. His stomach turned without warning and he had to mash his lips together and bite his tongue to keep from vomiting out onto the floor. A bathroom was quickly found and a short puking session commenced. He was usually better at keeping this stuff down. What did he do last night? He must have been miserable!

A towel, an unused toothbrush and toothpaste were found and he took care of himself and cleaned up, gazing into the ridiculously clean mirror. His clothes were nearly twisted around him, collars flipped up the wrong way. His shaggy blonde hair fell in every direction, in loose spikes ...

He tried to readjust everything as best as he could but ultimately gave up on looking as sharp as he had in that box office and left the bathroom, heading down the halls and following the sound of socialization until he was near the kitchen. People were exchanging their good mornings, so he wasn't too late to the party, from what he could see.

Knowing there was nothing to look forward to at home, he took a seat at the kitchen island, a couple of seats away from Sophie and the girl he recognized as Zoey.

❝Hey.❞ His voice was low but friendly, and directed mostly at Sophie and her servant guy. ❝... Do you guys have any Ginger Ale, or Sprite? ... And anything for headaches?❞

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⎛ DAY 6 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 26TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ IRRITABLE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ HOUSE LOCATIONS STILL APPLY. ⎠

❝ＢＩＴＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＴＯＮＧＵＥ.❞​

Zoey hadn't replied to her yet, which was annoying, when another guest popped up, greeting them.

❝Good morning, Alex,❞ Lucas said without having to turn around, and Sophie nodded at Alex, recognizing his existence, hoping Zoey would answer her soon. Others would be waking up, and she would be annoyed.

Another set of footsteps walked in, and Sophie was hoping it might be Freddie or Oliver, but ❝Good morning, everyone!❞

❝You are being too loud.❞ Sophie said in a cold tone, not bothering looking at him. She didn't like him anymore.

❝Sophie, mind your manners,❞ Lucas chided, ❝Good morning, Richie.❞ Sophie sighed exasperantly after clicking her tongue. She hated being nice to people she didn't like. Especially promiscuous, incompetent ones.

Someone else mumbled a tired 'Morning,' while walking into the kitchen, and Lucas walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the milk, and poured a glass he then sat on the island next to Dennis, who was the newcomer.

❝'Morning Alex, Zoey, Blonde Guy, Sophie.❞

At least he wasn't obnoxious. Sophie looked at him while he was yawning and gave a hint of a smile when his reaction clicked in. She saw he had a lollipop in his mouth, and then motioned for him to join them.

One more person came in, and this time it was someone that Sophie wasn't completely loath to see. Oliver took a seat not too far away from her, looking quite worse for the wear, and Sophie felt nearly as bad as he looked. His low voice breached her hearing and she looked at him.

❝Hey . . . Do you guys have any Ginger Ale, or Sprite? . . . And anything for headaches?❞ Lucas turned away from his cooking and went back to the fridge, opening it and rustling through to bring out a bottle of ginger ale, and then poured another glass, which Sophie retrieved, and then gave to Oliver.

❝Sophie, please move everyone to the dining room, it is getting crowded.❞ Lucas asked, and Sophie sighed. She was a bit of a better host under the influence than she was with a hangover.

She stood from the stool and fixed her cardigan, ❝Alright, follow me,❞ The group walked through a door, and they were in a large dining room with the classic design and a long, dark wood table with fourteen black-cushioned chairs; two at each end, and six on either side. ❝This is the dining room my parents used for parties and such, the other is through that door, but we won't be using it.❞ She sighed, and motioned for them to sit wherever they please.

As for herself, Sophie walked back into the kitchen to be with Lucas as he continued to cook and waited for others to wake up. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to see Quentin . . . But of course she would have to, eventually.

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E
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✧ location: bennett home ♦ first floor ♦ kitchen // dining room ✧ mood: normal ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

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

✧ ooc: -- ✧​

"You are being too loud." // "Sophie, mind your manners. Good morning, Richie."

Richie quickly placed his hands over his mouth with a muted gasp. Sophie seemed... upset with him. Or maybe she drank last night too, and loud noises irritated her. Either way, the boy peeped a ( in a much quieter tone ) sincere, "Oh... I'm sorry. I'll try to make less noise." He added a 'good morning' specifically for the butler, since he addressed him solely. But what he ( the butler ) said before the greeting really made the blonde worried. Mind your manners...? Usually people said that if someone was upset at somebody and trying to calm them. This caused Richie to think Sophie was actually mad at him... he would keep his distance, for sure.

"Sophie, please move everyone to the dining room, it is getting crowded." // "Alright, follow me." The girl led them into the dining room, which was bigger than he expected. At home, there was just a small, rectangular table with four chairs on each side for each member of the Duvont family. Then again... the brunette's home was pretty voluminous and expensive-looking, so it shouldn't have surprised the boy as much as it did. She continued, "This is the dining room my parents used for parties and such, the other is through that door, but we won't be using it." No wonder why...

Nobody seemed to be sitting down yet, so Richie took advantage of this and chose first. The heads of each table... no, Sophie would probably want to sit at one of them ( this was her home, after all ), plus she probably wouldn't like someone she was peeved at sitting at one of the best seats at the table. Instead, he chose to sit on the right side of the table, third chair. That way, he'd have room for both Elisa and Zach to sit, if they woke up in time to catch breakfast.

"I can't wait for breakfast...!" the blonde said enthusiastically, in a hushed tone. He would have to eat with these people at the moment, so he might as well try to say something. A silence had befallen them once Sophie and the butler vanished back into the kitchen, which made him slightly uncomfortable and unnerved. Besides, trying to provoke conversation couldn't hurt, right?

 

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

Location » Sophie's house ♫ OOC: I'm going to let Sera wake up, I'll leave it up to Myst to put what happened between them XD ♫​

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Seraphina woke up. She looked around, having no idea where she was for a second. Her memories of the night before were very very foggy, the last thing she remembered was meeting a boy named Ethan, while trying to get her Eye Lashes to unstick. She sat up, wondering what did happen between the 2. She sighed, she probably wouldn't know until she left the room. She was thinking about him, how proper he was... well spoken.... she wouldn't be surprised if she had tried anything with him.



She had way to much to drink. She got ready for the day. After fixing her hair and brushing her teeth and so on. She also wondered how much she had.. maybe... 6...7. she walked out of the room and was about to walk into what looked like to be a dining room. She almost fell over, her head hurt so much.



She composed herself and then walked in. "Good Morning everyone." She said smiling, sitting one seat away from Richie, leaving a chair between them. "How did everyone sleep?" She asked politely.

 

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

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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❝Good morning. Lucas is making breakfast, why don't you join me in the kitchen?❞


Zoey turned to see Sophie there and felt her heart leap in her throat. Head of the house, saying good morning to her, asking her to join her in the kitchen. Her? What? She heard that Sophie was mean, and a little... Well annoyed with anyone. She was caught off guard by the gestures, but kind of sensed it was forced politeness. She didn't want to take up any of the princess's time. "Oh, good morning to you too," she said with a slight bow of her head before she followed after Sophie to the kitchen. She really didn't know what to say, sheesh. She was so tongue tied and so shy all of the sudden, she almost forgot how to talk. But she thought it best to stay quiet.

❝Good morning, Nico, Zoey.❞

The girl was caught off guard when her name was called by someone else she barely saw, but she recovered. Butlers were just cool like that. They seemed to know everything. "Good morning," Zoey said with some cheerfulness in her tone, waving to Lucas a bit before she was handed a mug by Sophie. She could see it was coffee, which she wasn't a big fan of, but who could say no. "Thank you," she said with a nod and a smile before taking the mug, sipping the contents of it. It really wasn't that bad, this was actually pretty good stuff.

❝You were with Dennis last night, weren't you?❞

Zoey smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but- And then-


"Oh, morning."

And then-


"Good morning everyone...!"

"Morning Alex, Zoey, Blond Guy, Sophie."

❝Hey... Do you guys have any Ginger Ale, or Sprite? ... And anything for headaches?❞

❝Sophie, please move everyone to the dining room, it is getting crowded.❞

It sure was. Soon, she found herself in the room with... Robert? Maybe? Alex, Dennis, some other guy she didn't know (Oliver)... And that was pretty much it. She sighed out, sipping her cup of coffee as she looked around at everyone.

"I can't wait for breakfast...!"

"Me either," Zoey finally replied, finding a place at the table to sit. "Hi Dennis, hi Alex. Morning to everyone too. Some party last night eh?"

"Good Morning everyone. How did everyone sleep."

Another person to join the party. Zoey fell silent again, finishing up the coffee while nodding politely to the other girl. She really didn't have that much to say this morning... "I slept like a rock," she pipped up, setting the mug on the table. "How about you?"

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