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Makayla was still enraged by the time that Jordan walked off, but she did know that it was better that it didn’t respond to his cutting words. For one, she didn’t give a shit about what he thought about her. Secondly, she was content enough with her own actions proving her point. She didn’t need to engage in a back and forth dynamic with him because that wasn’t the point. The point was that she got her point across, and whether he thought he left the conversation with the last word or with some lasting impression on her meant nothing to her. She didn’t care if her actions wouldn’t seem justified on the outside. They felt justified to her. Maybe Jordan was taking the hit for bigger issues that were bothering Makayla, but she didn’t care because him inconveniencing her even in a minor sense through his annoying brother was enough to warrant some sort of confrontation. Makayla let a lot of things slide, and when she no longer could, it was because she quite simply no longer could. Her limit was reached and then passed, and that was that. Jordan calling her trash held no weight to her, especially at a party like this. She knew that she was poor. She knew that she didn’t grow up going to debutante balls like the people here. She didn’t work a corporate job and she couldn’t talk business or even pretend to. Oh fucking well. His Uncle Tom looking ass couldn’t say a damn thing that would have Makayla questioning who she was.
The man standing in the booth looked surprised, seemingly unsure if he should hand Makayla the lobster in his hand or not until she reached across the counter for it before requesting another for Ruby. Luckily, it did seem like he was the only one with a dumbfounded look on his face, suggesting that he was the only one who had been paying enough attention around them to have witnessed it. Even if Makayla didn’t regret confronting Jordan like that, and even if she would gladly do it again, she wasn’t doing it with the intent of garnering attention. Had she caught Jordan in private, she would have preferred to do it there, but for the sake of his own health, it was probably better that they had crossed paths in the public eye. She shuffled past a few more food booths, tempted to take more helpings for herself but knowing that she was limited by the space in her hands. They were both already full with lobsters for herself and Ruby, and Holly needed something. Her sister’s picky eating habits were always annoying, but especially so in situations like this. Makayla found the stand offering the cheeseburgers topped with mac & cheese and requested one of those and the parmesan truffle fries they came with. Whether Holly would eat them or not was still up in the air, and as Makayla covered that plate with another one that was upside down, creating a makeshift box to stack one of the lobsters on, she wasn’t even sure if it would even make it to Holly in one piece for her to have a chance to reject it.
Collin had followed Chanel’s request by removing the dog from the living room. He carried it upstairs, clueless to where it had come from. Because all of the bedrooms up there were guest bedrooms, he had have the mind to just leave it in one of them and hope it didn’t go to the bathroom on the floor or destroy the furniture by chewing it up. After peeking into a few rooms, he did find the one that it had likely come from, as a small crate, a bowl of water, and some chew toys were scattered around the room. How Holly and Sam had managed to find a dog all the way up here was surprising, but then again, with Holly’s curious nature, nothing was really that surprising. Convinced that the dog was likely exhausted itself and deserved a nap, Collin placed it into the crate and locked the door. He was sure that the house staff were taking care of bringing it out for walks and feeding it, so he left without further regard for the little guy. He momentarily regretted that though as he quietly made his way back down the stairs. He didn’t really want to deal with Holly anymore right now, but he knew that he was going to feel bad leaving her with Chanel to deal with on her own. Granted, given how strongly Holly wanted to cast Collin as the devil today, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she was painting Chanel to be an angel just to create a more stark difference in her preference. As he tiptoed back into the living room, all it took was overhearing one snippet about how Holly wanted to move in with Cara and kick him out for him to make an about face. He headed out a different door that led outside, officially deeming that his presence would do more harm than good in there.
As he walked back towards the epicenter of the party, he texted Chanel saying: “Dogs upstairs and I’m back outside so that I don’t taint the aura anymore with my demonic vibes lmao. Idk wtf I did but I’ll be taking shots for the rest of the evening soooooo come find me if she doesn’t possess you before then”. He didn’t get far before he ran into Makayla though, and merely because it seemed like a good way to free Chanel of her responsibilities, he approached her. He wasn’t able to say anything before she noticed him and spoke up, though.
“Hey Collin, have you seen Holly?” she asked, hoping that he would prove to be more useful than Sam.
“Yeah, I actually just left her. She’s in the guest house with Chanel and Ruby,” he explained. He was tempted to relay how unkind Holly had been to him just because he knew that Makayla wouldn’t let it slide like he felt Chanel was, but he also knew that it wasn’t that deep. Even if he wanted to be offended and was to an extent, he was aware of how childish it would be to tattle tale on Holly to her sister. Hopefully Chanel would find a way to do that in a more dignified manner, but if not, Collin wasn’t going to die because of it. His ego would a little bit, but whatever. Time to drink.
“Perfect, thanks.” Makayla headed towards the guest house as quickly as she could while still maintaining the balancing act of plates in her hands, and it was nearly a miracle that she made it there without spilling anything. She set the plates down on a table just outside near the pool, partially because she couldn’t open the door with full hands, but also because she wasn’t sure if they were even allowed to be inside, nonetheless eating inside. It seemed like an impolite thing to assume, so she headed in with empty hands, only to find her sister sitting on the couch with their roommates. Her first instinct was to glance at Chanel apologetically, but that was only because she hadn’t had a moment to check her phone in her pocket. If she had read Chanel’s text, Holly’s ear would already be pinched between her fingers as she dragged her into another room to clarify why she thought it was okay to be disrespectful. That would still come once Makayla did have a chance to read Chanel’s text (or be told it in person), but for now she tried to suffocate the anger that was still lingering post-Jordan-interaction, and put on a fresh smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realize her moronic friend wasn’t going to stay with her. Never would have left her if I thought you guys were going to have to deal with her,” she said to Chanel. She normally didn’t like to talk about Holly like she was a burden with Holly sitting right there, but she was frazzled enough that she didn’t really care right now. She noticed the off vibe as she neared them, and even if she was considerably close with Ruby at this point, it was still instinctive for her to look towards Chanel in situations like this, especially in a setting like this one where Ruby was probably more “at-home” than she or Chanel were. “What did she do?” Her words were directed at Chanel still, but with a quirked eyebrow and a “try me” cold expression, her eyes moved to look at Holly. A normal person wouldn’t have been able to tell that Holly had been causing trouble just based off of this vibe, but Makayla could tell that her sister was doing something she shouldn’t have been, in some way or another.
The man standing in the booth looked surprised, seemingly unsure if he should hand Makayla the lobster in his hand or not until she reached across the counter for it before requesting another for Ruby. Luckily, it did seem like he was the only one with a dumbfounded look on his face, suggesting that he was the only one who had been paying enough attention around them to have witnessed it. Even if Makayla didn’t regret confronting Jordan like that, and even if she would gladly do it again, she wasn’t doing it with the intent of garnering attention. Had she caught Jordan in private, she would have preferred to do it there, but for the sake of his own health, it was probably better that they had crossed paths in the public eye. She shuffled past a few more food booths, tempted to take more helpings for herself but knowing that she was limited by the space in her hands. They were both already full with lobsters for herself and Ruby, and Holly needed something. Her sister’s picky eating habits were always annoying, but especially so in situations like this. Makayla found the stand offering the cheeseburgers topped with mac & cheese and requested one of those and the parmesan truffle fries they came with. Whether Holly would eat them or not was still up in the air, and as Makayla covered that plate with another one that was upside down, creating a makeshift box to stack one of the lobsters on, she wasn’t even sure if it would even make it to Holly in one piece for her to have a chance to reject it.
Collin had followed Chanel’s request by removing the dog from the living room. He carried it upstairs, clueless to where it had come from. Because all of the bedrooms up there were guest bedrooms, he had have the mind to just leave it in one of them and hope it didn’t go to the bathroom on the floor or destroy the furniture by chewing it up. After peeking into a few rooms, he did find the one that it had likely come from, as a small crate, a bowl of water, and some chew toys were scattered around the room. How Holly and Sam had managed to find a dog all the way up here was surprising, but then again, with Holly’s curious nature, nothing was really that surprising. Convinced that the dog was likely exhausted itself and deserved a nap, Collin placed it into the crate and locked the door. He was sure that the house staff were taking care of bringing it out for walks and feeding it, so he left without further regard for the little guy. He momentarily regretted that though as he quietly made his way back down the stairs. He didn’t really want to deal with Holly anymore right now, but he knew that he was going to feel bad leaving her with Chanel to deal with on her own. Granted, given how strongly Holly wanted to cast Collin as the devil today, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she was painting Chanel to be an angel just to create a more stark difference in her preference. As he tiptoed back into the living room, all it took was overhearing one snippet about how Holly wanted to move in with Cara and kick him out for him to make an about face. He headed out a different door that led outside, officially deeming that his presence would do more harm than good in there.
As he walked back towards the epicenter of the party, he texted Chanel saying: “Dogs upstairs and I’m back outside so that I don’t taint the aura anymore with my demonic vibes lmao. Idk wtf I did but I’ll be taking shots for the rest of the evening soooooo come find me if she doesn’t possess you before then”. He didn’t get far before he ran into Makayla though, and merely because it seemed like a good way to free Chanel of her responsibilities, he approached her. He wasn’t able to say anything before she noticed him and spoke up, though.
“Hey Collin, have you seen Holly?” she asked, hoping that he would prove to be more useful than Sam.
“Yeah, I actually just left her. She’s in the guest house with Chanel and Ruby,” he explained. He was tempted to relay how unkind Holly had been to him just because he knew that Makayla wouldn’t let it slide like he felt Chanel was, but he also knew that it wasn’t that deep. Even if he wanted to be offended and was to an extent, he was aware of how childish it would be to tattle tale on Holly to her sister. Hopefully Chanel would find a way to do that in a more dignified manner, but if not, Collin wasn’t going to die because of it. His ego would a little bit, but whatever. Time to drink.
“Perfect, thanks.” Makayla headed towards the guest house as quickly as she could while still maintaining the balancing act of plates in her hands, and it was nearly a miracle that she made it there without spilling anything. She set the plates down on a table just outside near the pool, partially because she couldn’t open the door with full hands, but also because she wasn’t sure if they were even allowed to be inside, nonetheless eating inside. It seemed like an impolite thing to assume, so she headed in with empty hands, only to find her sister sitting on the couch with their roommates. Her first instinct was to glance at Chanel apologetically, but that was only because she hadn’t had a moment to check her phone in her pocket. If she had read Chanel’s text, Holly’s ear would already be pinched between her fingers as she dragged her into another room to clarify why she thought it was okay to be disrespectful. That would still come once Makayla did have a chance to read Chanel’s text (or be told it in person), but for now she tried to suffocate the anger that was still lingering post-Jordan-interaction, and put on a fresh smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realize her moronic friend wasn’t going to stay with her. Never would have left her if I thought you guys were going to have to deal with her,” she said to Chanel. She normally didn’t like to talk about Holly like she was a burden with Holly sitting right there, but she was frazzled enough that she didn’t really care right now. She noticed the off vibe as she neared them, and even if she was considerably close with Ruby at this point, it was still instinctive for her to look towards Chanel in situations like this, especially in a setting like this one where Ruby was probably more “at-home” than she or Chanel were. “What did she do?” Her words were directed at Chanel still, but with a quirked eyebrow and a “try me” cold expression, her eyes moved to look at Holly. A normal person wouldn’t have been able to tell that Holly had been causing trouble just based off of this vibe, but Makayla could tell that her sister was doing something she shouldn’t have been, in some way or another.