Mia sighed internally in relief when the girl said she liked it. She was probably tired of messing with her. Mia smiled back at her, noting the smile didn’t reach the girl’s eyes. The girl asked for another drink and macarons. Mia really hoped there were macaroons here…for everyone’s sake. She made the drink again, and called the best French store she knew. Ten minutes later, she returned with the drink and macarons. “Here you go. I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long.” She said, doing her best to be polite.
@Kristi - Ari
Laurel once again nodded in response to Embry, looking the girl over as she had looked over her shoulder. There was more Embry wasn’t saying, that was clear enough, but with what the night was, it wouldn’t be difficult to assume that it was a task on the girl’s mind. Just as, like a majority of the senior class, Laurel’s tasks were on her mind, as well as how she would go about doing them for that night and beyond. “Well then, how about we fix that?” Laurel suggested, with the intention of seeing what type of person Embry was. They weren’t strangers, but they certainly didn’t know much about each other, so why not see who she was? Even if it was something as simple as a drink or music preference, even whether she was someone who liked to make things interesting or play it safe. “So, tell me, what’s your poison?”
After writing a letter, Tsumuji arrived at the party with a bike, yes a bike. See, this is shocking as Tsumuji cannot ride a bike, the, evidence from the fact that that she almost fell down 25 times when she was riding and actually fell down twice. Tsumuji didn’t know what overcame her to actually ride a bike, oh right Sakura her younger sister wanted to ride a bike but was scared she would be just as bad at Tsumuji and so she didn’t want to try, but Tsumuji, ever the kind girl decided she would drive a bike to show her sister that it wouldn’t hurt to try no matter how many times you fall. It was a wonder how Tsumuji didn’t have any broken bones.
Anyways, Tsumuji entered the party and gave a short wave to a girl with dyed pink hair who rolled her eyes at her- huh? Tsumuji thought, she might just be having a bad day, everyone has those days- Tsumuji concluded. Tsumuji looked around the party, so this is how it felt being in a ‘normal’ thing party, it was awesome. Tsumuji liked Cerulean High parites a lot. Tsumuji loved the carefree and soft feeling it radiated and not like all her birthday parties which in reality were just another place where her parents, friends could all be invited to their house and talk while she would be made to entertain the children and the only fun she would have is eating the cake and chatting with Elijah (her childhood friend) . Tsumiji couldn’t help giggling at the scene, it was so unreal.
Few seconds later Tsumiji spotted the drink place and rushed there, she grabbed a punch and took a little sip. “Yum” she said as she finished the punch.
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@Kbail - Elijah mentioned
Serenity. It was not a feeling often felt by the man. Not in the last few years, at least. Did that mean Enrique wasn’t good at distracting himself from pure sht that was his life… more specifically… that had become of his life? Nah - Enrique had many… many fantastic distractions. After all, simply off the top of his head, he could name Stacy, Jane, Mary, Jo, Lisa… just a few of the distractions he could recall as of late. What could he say? Finding “distractions” was a skill - one that he had mastered. His eyes fluttered open at the distinct sound of a door creaking, and his green eyes met a girl who also often found her name in his list of distractions. “You know, Logan. this party won’t be as fun as a night with me” he stated, a twinkle in his smile as she hit him with her signature eye roll. Currently, he was sprawled out on his couch, wearing joggers with no shirt - in other words, displaying peak relaxation. Relaxation which meant he had no intention of doing anything besides staying in the position he was in.
There was supposedly a party tonight and honestly, Enrique had no want to go. I mean… did you see him? He was far too “relaxed” to move his ass. Yes, he had his own tasks but although he cared about the game - he didn’t care that much. Perhaps he even had a plan of finding yet another distraction or calling one of the many on his phone as Logan left. But alas, little Phoebe Renee - who Enrique actually had to look up on Instagram because he forgot who she was (I mean could you blame him? She was supposed to be a junior) - had decided to say the party would be more fun without him. Well, he couldn’t have that. That is exactly why Enrique soon found himself changing, grabbing the keys to his, what many would call an, “obnoxiously loud car” and driving to the filled venue.
For a few seconds, Ricky stayed in the car - watching the people who were straggling inside. Parties never really bothered him - he, in actuality, was one who found himself usually in the middle of chaos. And what was more chaotic than parties - not to mention a Blue Royalty party? But perhaps there was more to the story with Enrique’s initial avoidance of the party. Though after a few seconds, the man stood up, locked his car, and casually made his way inside. There were a few hi’s to some football buddies and quick “ego” boosts as he told a few of his friends that they’d easily get laid tonight. In other words - the usual. Though walking deeper inside and seeing one of his brothers, Diego, Enrique turned the hell around and went to “disappear” through the crowd. The issue was that Enrique was 99.9% sure Diego had also seen him - so getting lost in the crowd was easier said than done. After a few seconds of maneuvering, Enrique slipped inside an elevator right before it closed - avoiding Diego, at least, for the time being. What he didn’t expect was for there to be someone inside said elevator with him.
Sophie Lewis. That’s who was in the elevator with him. Fcking great. A sigh left his lips as he leaned against the wall, for a few seconds - simply acting as if she wasn’t there. Honestly, he would have done it up until the elevator opened and he could leave - though apparently that was easier said than done as well. Rather, the elevator moved up until, spontaneously, it stopped moving.
“For fcks sake,” Enrique cursed, moving in front of Sophie and clicking the button for open a few times - though it was clearly useless. None of the buttons were working - and Enrique wasn’t an idiot to use the “fire department call” button in a house full of underaged teenagers that were drinking - many of who were his friends.
“Out of everyone I had to be stuck with, it just had to be you,” Ricky groaned, moving towards the door and trying to pry it open with his hands but finding no luck. Yelling with all the noise outside wouldn’t do any good either, so instead, he simply found himself moving towards the floor and sitting down. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you did this on purpose. But honestly, Barbie, I don’t think you know how to pull something like this off,”.
𝄞 Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift
Lenora Foley was the type of person Blue Royalty was made for. Living for maintaining a reputation, and yearning for the chance to breakaway from the possible inevitability of replicating the life of her mother. But as it stood, she was different from her mother: with a boyfriend that she loved, no current dangerous addictions and the ability to put pen to paper. A Blue Royalty win would be the perfect confirmation of those differences, considering her mother didn’t win, and she would never have to live the life she grew up watching. Though that motivation was disguised by the external one, that was the need to be popular, to be famous, to increase following count: maybe even get that verification on Instagram? Considering all above reasons, it was needless to say Lenora was a serious candidate for the game.
Checking her phone as a notification from the Blue Royalty website came through, nerves began to reveal themselves in her. Lenora had researched the game, and prepared as much as she could, for years, and now the time had finally come she knew no amount of preparation would make her completely ready. As she opened the blog post on the website her eyes floated to the number of comments. They, alone, showed her the people who she would be competing against, most of which she actually considered her friends though how long would that last, considering what she had heard about previous years?
Her restless mind automatically settled when the website was covered by a call from JP Medina. A smile fell into place at the sound of her best friend’s voice as Lenora walked across her room to the window that revealed the car outside her house. “See, this isn’t quite the private limousine I had in mind, Jay,” Lenora joked at the idea of that being the default route of transport to a Cerulean High event for most. “I suppose I can settle for this, though… it will be a real struggle,” Lenora continued, talking into the phone as she arrived at the front door, opening it in time to the sound of his car horn. “You clean up well,” Lenora commented as she got into the passenger seat of his car.
“You saw that too, right?” Lenora asked, in fear that he would actually say yes. That yes, he had also just seen her boyfriend and Paige Pierce outside of Rockefeller Residence, right where… practically everyone could see. She turned to JP, knowing she didn’t even need to say anything, he knew. “I think now is an excellent time for a party, don’t you?” Lenora asked, flustered as she undid the seatbelt, changing her face from the initial reaction to a less bothered one. She got out the car without acknowledgement to the car adjacent from them, entering the beating heart of the party alongside JP Medina, in an attempt to not let it taint the first day of senior year.
”The limo was just sick today, so you’ll have to deal with my regularly awesome car” he joked as the girl got into the car, smiling lightly as she told him he cleaned up well ”You don’t look so bad yourself” he added with a light joking smirk as he started driving away ”kidding, honestly though, you look really good” he then said
Honestly though, there were many things JP could say about what the two had just seen, but he couldn’t say he was completely surprised. Elio had good sides, but if there was one thing he knew, was that he had something in his hands that he didn’t deserve whatsoever, he just wasn’t good enough for her and he hated that, especially now, seeing what he saw.
“You saw that too, right?” Lenora asked as unbuckling her seatbelt and getting ready to leave the car, the boy nodded in return, not really sure what to say, and knowing he didn’t really have to answer for her to know he had seen it as well. “I think now is an excellent time for a party, don’t you?” she added and got out of the car, JP following her steps towards the party ”Could not think of a better time” he said, wanting her to clear her head and not focus on… that.
”do you want anything from the bar?” he asked as they got inside, after looking around a bit at the party and the people around it.
“Never a dull moment.” They commented, rolling their eyes. Before they could say anything else, Reuben went off to join a girl they recognized as one of Xavier’s friends, so they focused their attention on Hyun-Ae. “So, what do you get up to in your free time?” They asked her, wondering if they would have any similar interests, or maybe if there was something she did that they would be interested in trying.
@Ouijaloveletters - Hyun-Ae
“Well then, how about we fix that?”
As soon as she heard that, Embry’s smile widened. She knew that once she had some alcohol in her system it would officially feel like she was at party. “Yes, please.” She answered, shifting her weight. “So, tell me, what’s your poison?” Laurel asked and she responded almost immediately. “A mint julep.” While she was always up for trying new things, she knew what she liked when it came to drinks and rarely changed it. “What about you, what’s your go-to beverage?” She asked, Laurel’s question having sparked her curiosity.
@Littlefeets - Laurel
When Sophie stepped inside the elevator, she would have never imagined to see the individual who entered just before the door closed. Enrique Montoya, someone she always did her best to stay away from. Sophie is the type of person to always be friendly with a smile on her face, but there were situations where her smile would always fade. Whenever Enrique Montoya was around was one of those situations. She looked at him for just a moment before her gaze went to the floor and she took a couple steps back, closer to the back corner of the elevator. She could handle being there near someone who hurt her for a few moments, right? Well, if only it could be that simple, as the elevator suddenly stopped. Enrique tried opening the door, by either the buttons or eventually attempting to pry the door open by hand. There wasn’t a way for them to open the door, and no one would be able to hear them from outside, so for the time being, there they were with no ability to get away from each other. “I don’t want to be stuck here anymore than you do Enrique…” Though she could’ve said something in response to his “Barbie” comment and him saying that she wouldn’t even know how to do something like that. Technically she wouldn’t have, but that’s because she would never have purposely caused the problem. In general, she would never be the person to do something with any kind of malicious intent. Like Enrique, Sophie found herself sliding down against the wall to sit on the floor. There was once a time when Sophie wouldn’t have had a problem with the idea of being stuck with Enrique, but that time was long gone. His words had hurt her too much in the past, and even now.
“Just because we’re stuck here, doesn’t mean we have to say anything to each other…”
@benitz786 - Enrique
Hyun-Ae nodded at Athena, waving at Ruben as he left. When Athena asked about her interests, she smiled. “Oh, I rike to read and listen to music. Yes, I like K-pop. Some, that is. It all depends. I do not really rike people. What do you rike?” She asked, wanting to know what they liked.
@Caticorn - Athena
Charlotte underestimated how much alcohol tolerance she thought she’d have. Truthfully, It’s not very high…at all. If it was higher, maybe she would have felt bad about spilling her drink. Maybe she would have apologised. But it just wasn’t fair. The strangers outfit looked pricey, there was no doubt that her parents were probably rich and certainly generous towards their child. The mere thought evoked a blinding strike of anger in Charlie. It wasn’t fair.
Charlie Bekker was, and had always been, an emotional drunk.
The excruciatingly-attractive brown-haired girl turned towards the bartender as she asked for a towel. The still half empty glass in Charlotte’s hand suddenly felt very heavy but progressively got lighter as she nudged forwards, with a smirk resting on her lips, and poured more of the bright red liquid onto her.
“Oops. I’m just so clumsy today.” She said sarcastically, holding back laughter.
This would not end well.
”I play guitar,” They answered with a small shrug. They rarely got along with other people, something they apparently had in common with Hyun-Ae, but hearing that they both liked music made them at least want to attempt to get along with her. “I dance, too. My stepdad’s a dance teacher, so I join in on his classes from time to time.” They added, putting their hands in their pockets.
@Ouijaloveletters - Hyun-Ae
“See, you wouldn’t believe me, but I do actually get that a lot,” Annie replied when he told her she provided people with a fear of dying. No, that was never her intention when leading and encouraging less-than-safe acts, but it became a common side effect with her ways. “Though with that I can also tell you no one’s told me I’m boring, so… I’m not seeing any negatives here,” She shrugged in full belief of what she was saying. Ezekiel then went on to confirm her suspicions, even with a single reaction, that Blue Royalty were at works on his phone, capturing his attention. Maybe a tiny part of her had the urge to ask, and to know about the game but she knew as soon as Annie heard a small part, she would feel an obligation to try and compete. But Annie had sworn to herself to not become a part of the game as long as she could help it. “I dont know why you would want to bother with that kind of bullsh^t, Zek, you’re above all of that,” Annie commented, eyerolling in minor frustration at the game, with maybe an underlying compliment to him. “And it’s definitely not worth it.” She added, shaking her head with a small laugh.
Unsurprisingly, Annie’s sarcasm in her statement had been detected by him, Ezekiel suggesting a better way for her to phrase it. “I really like that you would think I could say something like that,” Annie replied jokingly, repeating the first few words in the same tone of voice he had initially said them in. “But by all means, imagine me saying it. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” She continued with a smile that came with slightly raised eyebrows. “No you should definitely believe me I think you’ve truly salvaged this whole thing,” Annie responded as she leaned back, though perhaps even more ambiguous than the previous time she had said it.
She watched him notice the mood that was intensifying by the second, a sharp exhale of a laugh coming as he made his next movements only feed into that. His movements and speech came slowly, as if tiptoeing around what was coming, his hand enclosing Annie’s for a split second as he took the jo!nt. “I do think you have a… general gist of the situation, yes,” Annie replied, her own voice getting progressively quieter and slower. After a short moment, Zek came back to the revolving theme of the conversation, that had soon become a gateway to a secondary theme. “Yeah… those old things,” Annie vaguely replied as he brought up confetti cannons again, though most of her was slightly distracted by the increase in contact. Her hands fell to his chest, that soon rose to meet at the back of his neck as she tilted her head slightly upwards to him. Her reply to Zek’s colour preferences came as an almost-silent whisper could only just be made out, before the space between them completely disappeared. “What I do agree in is that confetti cannons have successfully done it’s intended job.”
astxrism Ezekiel Griffin
It felt like it had only been a few minutes into her conversation with Xavier before Ru was interrupting, sidling up beside her. Dai hadn’t heard him approach, had only felt his hand on her shoulder before turning and seeing him standing at her side. Even with the interruption though, she was smiling because it was Rueben and she was always happy to be in his presence. “Ru, hi!” she replied. “I missed you more!” She wrapped an arm around his waist, giving him a side hug. “You know Xavier, right? Xay, this is Reuben.”
Reuben apparently had something that he wanted to specifically discuss with her, as he asked to steal her from Xavier. Daiane looked to him, a regretful expression on her face. “We’ll chat later?” She asked, pulling him into a brief, parting hug (yes again—the girls a hugger what can I say). “Call if you need me Xay, I mean it.” Dai added with a meaningful glance. She wasn’t totally fond of the idea of just ditching him like this, but he had come to the party of his own volition, so he’d probably be fine and she would catch up with him again later anyways. “See you~!”
And then Reuben grabbed onto her hand and pulled her away, whisking her away kidnapper-style to a room removed from the main area of the party. It was quieter in this room, and luckily enough for them, they didn’t appear to be interrupting any lovers’ passion or hookup or whatnot. Destination reached, her kidnapper released her from his clutches, flopping onto the floor. She laughed at his excessive dramatics, but rolled her eyes at his recommendation—he was trying to play the hero, subjecting himself to the horrid floor conditions while she chilled on the couch, well, no can do no sir. She sat down next to him on the floor, knocking her shoulder with his. “Like I’d take the couch with you on the floor. If you’re gonna be on the floor, I’ll be next to you, you know that. Floor friendos, we are.”
The actual reason behind her kidnapping was quite underwhelming compared to the amount of drama that had been involved in it: “Thank you for the excuse to leave that conversation, small talk will be the death of me.” Daiane snorted, any concern she felt for her amigo dissipating. “So that’s why you kidnapped me—and here I was thinking it was something important,” she teased, rolling her eyes. “Is that all I am to you, an escape from small talk?” She let out a dramatic sigh of her own, falling back onto his lap, a hand sprawled across her face. “And I thought we were best friends, but alas you only like to use me like this—woeeeee is mee.” Dai paused, adjusting her position on his lap with a pensive expression. “Side note: your thighs are really comfortable Ru, like damn I should lie on your lap more often. Is this a soccer thing or some freak genetics?”
Daiane looked up at him, taking in his getup for the first time. How was it only now that she had noticed he was wearing a whole clown costume? “Hey Ruby?” An amused smile pulled at her lips. “Why are you dressed like a clown? Is today Halloween and you never told me??” She gasped, appalled at the gravity of the potential offence. “And,” she hopped to her feet, arms outstretched to pull him up from the ground too, “follow up question—c’mon, get up, lemme see the whole outfit in all it’s glory—whyy do you pull it off so well?”
@raviola well well ello there
@Caticorn mentioned <3
Victoria had hoped the girl would’ve ran off to go enjoy the party instead of causing drama, but she didn’t. In fact, she stayed longer just to pss Victoria off. And Vic wasn’t that easy to annoy. As soon as she hated you, then you would never have a chance at being her friend again. It was that simple. Don’t be an as. Victoria was ruthless when she had to be, which contradicts her whole kind soul persona. But no one was going to disrespect her for no reason. She was never one for drama or fights or grudges, but some people just deserved it, man. She cringes as she felt the cold liquid fall against her blouse, causing it to be more see-through than she had expected – and to her dismay, she wasn’t wearing a bra with the whole ensemble. “How splendid…” She mumbled.
“Oops. I’m just so clumsy today.”
Victoria downed the rest of her drink and bit her lip, laughing at the girl. “Are you really?” She asked sarcastically. She felt her phone buzz in her hand and noticed a post from Blue Royalty. No way… She was number one for the worst outfit? Can’t say that one didn’t sting. Especially considering Reuben was wearing a whole clown costume whilst she was supposed to know about fashion. Definitely damaged her rep. “Are you fcking kidding me? You’re such a btch.” She stated, finally losing her last straw. She couldn’t say it didn’t hurt her feelings, I mean, especially since the girl who spilt the drink on her was a btch and did it on purpose. Now this? This is why Victoria Rinaldi stayed home during parties to study. Btches be b*tches.
Victoria thought fast — or rather, wasn’t thinking at all, and grabbed a tray next to her with about 6 freshly filled solo cups of alcohol and pushed the whole tray onto the girl in front of her. Vile, yes. But who was going to stop her? Someone please stop her. This isn’t Victoria. Zek? Cami? Anyone? “Oops, sorry… I’m just so clumsy today,” She said, mimicking the lies the girl had told her a few moments before. A pout was displayed on her lips, almost feeling sorry for her.
Her hand flew over her mouth, gasping at the sight of what she just did. “Oh, god…” There it was. The guilt of hurting someone’s feelings had washed over Victoria’s face. No matter how much the girl deserved it, it was wrong of her.
. “Here you go. I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long.” Ari took the macaroons, taking a bite of it she remembered she didn’t like macarons and spit it out. “Ew, I never liked macarons.” Turning to her bodyguards with rage in her eyes she asked “Why did you let me request macarons? Aren’t you supposed to be protecting me.” She took a sip of her drink as she glared at them, turning back to the white blonde she looked her up and down and said “I’m still hungry, get me a cupcake”
@Ouijaloveletters - Mia
Lenora gave a smile and an eyeroll as JP gave a half-compliment back as he started driving away to the party. Before she could say anything in response, he looked back at her with a follow up comment that sounded… maybe even geniune? The look on his face as he turned to her perhaps supported that possibility. “Thank you,” Lenora replied with a small smile. “So my question for you is will you or will you not be participating in Blue Royalty?” She asked in a humorous way, teasing knowing he had expressed strong disliking to it in the past. “Any chance that you changed your mind?”
The mood undeniably took a bad turn when the pair saw the goings on in the car near them. At this point external relationships between her and Elio were considered normal, though that didn’t mean it ever seemed to hurt any less when she found out about and saw them. At least Lenora had a highly important party and Blue Royalty tasks to use to repress any reactions and feelings she may have towards that situation. Hence being quick to get up and out of the car without an attempt to interact with Elio, which was made easy by his acknowledgement towards her too. “Great, let’s get in there, now, right now,” Lenora quietly, temporarily losing all subtlty as she responded to JP who was getting out of the car alongside her.
Weaving through the crowd of Lenora’s new competitors, the two found their way to the bar and when arriving she turned to face those inside the building. Her eyes stayed fixated on everyone’s phones, as if looking for long enough would show her whatever tasks they had to give her a better idea of the game she was getting herself into. “Definitely, yes,” Lenora wholeheartedly replied, pleading for an opportunity to take that out of her mind. “Start off the night strong?” She asked him, as a vague way of giving him a drinks preference.
The two started going on and on and Aj simply sent his mind elsewhere. Woah, is that a clown costume? Aj smiled and zoned out a bit after the two had started bickering back and forth. Often times his ADHD got the best of him, making him simply bored of just talking. And there was no doubt in his mind that his friend, Phoebe, probably had a small crush on Elio. Now, Elio and Aj were friends, of course – but Aj didn’t like the idea of Phoebe plus Elio. Because in all honesty — Phoebe plus Elio would only equal heartbreak and Aj was not in any mood to throw hands. Well, metaphorically, of course. However, Phoebe had never mentioned a solid crush, so he wasn’t necessarily worried or interested in knowing. It wasn’t his business.
His eyes slowly darted over to a familiar girl with dark brown hair and beautiful tanned skin. Aj rubbed his eyes in pure astonishment.
”Well, what do you say, hun?” Phoebe asked, referring to the favor Elio had asked her. He looked back to the conversation rather eagerly and took a sip of his drink. “You know, I say, maybe next time you decide to get a bj in the parking lot for everyone to see, you should probably park behind the building for optimal discreteness. Just a tip.” He said, smirking boyishly as he gave Elio a pat on the shoulder. “But yeah, keep it a secret Phoeb’s, can’t tell you about the other five people who saw though… They might be a problem.” Aj added, wincing humorously as he leaned into Phoebe’s ear.
He said, referring to Hartley – his summer fling who just so happened to be at a school party. Phoebe knew who she was from Aj — just not her name or last name because the two had never gotten any personal information. Ridiculous, right? I know. Why was she here? Aj smiled at the two in front of him and gave them a mock salute. “Well, If you’ll excuse me… I have something I need to do.” He said, smiling lightly.
Adlai grinned from ear to ear as he approached the girl, even picking a single flower from one of the displays he passed. When she mentioned a new school, he never thought it would be his. “Hartley? What are you doing here!?” He asked, reaching his arms out for a hug. “It’s so good to see you again. But why Cerulean High? You never mentioned it?” It was surprising, to say the least. “But… yeah, this… is for you.” He added, placing the flower delicately behind her ear as he spoke.
Ten o’clock. Two words stopping Phoebe from laughing after Aj’s humour reply or, if you would like it, advice for Elio. It was a good advice, that she had to give to him but she didn’t get to comment on that. Her attention shifted to a girl familiar to her, a face she couldn’t see clearly because her vision was at this point getting blurry, but oh was her figure so familiar to Phoebe. Wait, that’s… that’s the girl he was talking about. His summer fling or whatever he referred to her as. Phoebe knew her. She knew her well.
Hartley Bowie, a good friend of hers. Her mind immediately went to last spring, just before a summer break when Phoebe was on a little vacation with few of her friends, in a state Hartley was living in then.
She always had a strange friendships with girls, it took her a while to warm up to them but she knew she always liked Hartley. Her picnic friend as she used to call her. All the memories from that spring came to her mind - different fruit in baskets and colourful blankets, glasses for red wine and good music. Relaxing days she loved to look back on, days that made her wish Hart lived somewhere closer so they could hang out together more often. Phoebe also remember that time when she mentioned she’d be moving again - new state, new school and friends. But she never thought she’d see her here. She’d never thought she’d be the girl her best friend was boasting about. Movement in front of her, Aj walking past her, brought her back to reality now watching him approach the girl with a flower in his hands. Typical, Phoebe’s first thought as she rolled her eyes but there was something different on her features. A smile that was hard to define, smile or a frown? One could not really tell but she quickly looked away, back to the guy standing in front of her. ”I’m not going to say anything, ok? But what Aj said - it’s not me you should be worried about,” a quiet sigh escaped her lips, for a second looking down at the ground for whatever reason. Maybe something was worrying, maybe not, it didn’t really matter. ”And really? Really, Elio? Paige? And where everyone could see you? I expected more from you…” Her signature, playful smile was back on her lips as she brought her eyes back to his. ”I wish you luck dealing with… your girlfriend,” and with those words Phoebe walked away from him.
Phoebe has always been a lightweight. Always… she’s still a young girl but yes, she was, and not even half an hour into the party she already had three drinks and was currently finishing her fourth. Not to mention that glass bottle she was hiding in her room and took a sip out of, for good luck. So to say she was feeling more than just tipsy would be the truth and what happens when she gets drunk? Everything becomes more fun and she becomes if that’s even possible, more playful and flirtatious.
A glass in her hand, Phoebe let herself get lost in the crowd as she danced all alone. That was the only time when she didn’t mind being alone. When the music and energy of other people were distracting her from her own thoughts, enough to forget no one close to her was actually there beside her. A big, innocent smile on her face, having fun she was always craving. One moment her eyes would be closed, a smile still stuck on her face as her long, dark hair would casually get tangled with her white dress barely covering up her figure or get in contact with a clear lipgloss on her lips - the most annoying feeling. But then she’d open her eyes again, her gaze travelling across the venue looking for… something. That something was never something specific. A friend or a guy she could try to win over, in this case maybe another one of those fancy, navy-dressed waiters that was hopefully around her age so she wouldn’t feel icky glancing in his direction.
But her eyes fell upon one of the famous Cerulean High triplets, Diego. There was something entertaining in his whole appearance. Maybe it started when he tried to get somewhere with Phoebe, only making her giggle knowing what his brothers were like and he didn’t seem like them. In her eyes he seemed sweet and more innocent, she didn’t get that playful energy she was always looking for from him so she didn’t take her usual route. She found a different kind of entertainment from that - a chance to simply tease someone but not in a harmful way. Something different to not get bored with all the monotony that was tiring her. A side of her lip curled into a faint smirk, an empty glass still in her hands as she started strolling towards the guy. Stopping only to put the glass on the tray of one of the waiters and grab two more drinks. That one drink she didn’t need but did it matter at this point? Not really. The room started spinning a long time ago only reminding Phoebe she had to focus on how she was walking but she mastered that skill quickly. Sure, her mind was a mess and there were many random things going through it but she always knew if her sudden idea was worth the moment, worth remembering the next day. And what she was set to do now was something she would never be disappointed at herself for, not even without a little encouragement in a form of clear liquor burning down her throat.
”Oh, I love this song,” swaying her hips and singing along, lyrics she was actually hearing for the first time, she found herself next to Diego. She has followed him to the bar, setting down two glasses she was holding in her hands before crossing her arms over it and slightly tilting her head to the side so she could look at him, letting her gaze slowly travel down. ”Look at you! You look… hot,” emphasizing her last word, she turned to face him, almost stumbling before bringing her hands up to his collar, moving closer to him. Making sure that empty space between them was closing with each second passing. Maybe she was even holding onto him as support from not tripping or even falling. Her eyes were glued on his, not hiding a smirk as she let her hands slowly travel to the back of his neck, interlocking her own fingers. This - this was fun to her, no matter if she was serious or not. If she actually wanted to gain something from it or not. Just a little fun making her night not boring, mixed with some drinks. There was a small pause in her words and actions, a moment of her simply looking at him before bringing her hand to his cheek, closing that empty space between them. Standing on her toes, she gently pressed her lips against his, letting her other hand slide down to his chest before pushing herself back and chuckling to herself. Her hand slightly covering her lips hiding that mischievous smile as her other reached for the drink. ”I’m… I’m so sorry about that.”
Laurel smiled with a slight nod when Embry agreed to the idea of a drink. Laurel gestured for her to walk with her over towards the bar to get that drink. “Ah, a mint julep, a classic. It can be hard to go wrong with a classic. For me, I keep it simple and just go for beer typically.” Laurel wasn’t one to go for a mixed drink, the exception for her being a pina colada, but of course everyone has their guilty pleasures. Now, each with a fresh drink in hand, Laurel looked to Embry. “So, you keep with a classic drink, does that mean you’re more of a traditional kind of girl? Or is there more spice beyond the mint? An interesting taste in music or hobbies even? What type of person do you think you are? Laurel asked out of curiosity.