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James Mande
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Clarence "Check" Chexley​

Mr. Weiss answered James' questions fairly quickly, and just a minute or two after the classroom had emptied out, James was heading into the hallway too. A sea of identically dressed students flooded the hallway, and now that the lunchtime excitement had hit, the volume of the chatter among them was loud and enthusiastic. James weaved between a group of guys who were standing outside of the classroom, and headed towards the front of the school to leave. He didn't need to stop at his locker, and with the others likely already on their way to eat, James just wanted to catch up. Luna's Naruto Ramen request went over well with him, but he had to smirk at Alex's followup text about how she was running a little late too, thanks to Luna. James definitely didn't want to miss the story that went with that. Knowing those two, it had to be entertaining.

"Check, man, what's good?" James spotted Check pulling something out of his locker and stuffing it into his bag in a suspicious manner. James knew Check well enough now to know that he didn't want to ask any questions any more than Check wanted to answer them. What you know can't hurt you was James' motto when it came to this guy. "You grabbing ramen with us, or what?" While James considered Check to be a part of their friend group, he was definitely the quietest of the bunch. He was a funny dude when he was mentally present, but a lot of the time, he was zoned out, seemingly focused on things other than what was happening in front of him.

Check was caught off guard by James, but he could only fault himself for that. He was feeling pretty spacey today, but then again, it was Friday, and he was sure that everyone was feeling that way. He listened as James spoke, but was preoccupied with his backpack. He had just stuffed a brown paper bag with a little over two-thousand-dollars inside of it into his backpack, and of course, the zipper just had to get stuck on the day that he was carrying a dime bag in it too. It was possible that it was just him being paranoid, but he felt like the scent of the marijuana had suddenly filled the entire school building, just from the backpack being open for a second, and he yanked at the zipper urgently a few times before it finally closed.

"You good?" James asked, chuckling because again, he really didn't want to know the answer to that question. He appreciated the work that Check did because there was nothing better than having a dealer who you knew wasn't going to jump you in some back allyway, but James didn't want to know too much about what Check did. He didn't need to get in trouble by association, especially because when it came down to it, if a white boy from a rich family and a back boy from an average family got caught up in some mess, it didn't take a brain surgeon to know who was actually going to get in trouble for it.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. What were you saying?" Something about food? Ramen? Check wasn't sure. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood up from the spot he was crouched over. Brushing his hair back out of his face, he began to walk down the hall with James.

"Just wanted to know if you were planning on eating with us. We're getting ramen," James restated as they headed for the doors. It was nice out, and it was supposed to be a beautiful weekend too. Charlie's party tonight was going to be the kickoff to a good, good weekend. James could already tell.

'And I have to print six of those IDs for Lucy Wen and her friends. Harrison's going to be at Charlie's tonight, so I can slip him those pills then, but I have to make time to hit up Joe in The Meatpacking District before 11 to get rid of this X...' Again, Check had tuned out of what was being said to him and was preoccupied with his own thoughts. He kept a list of all of his orders on a spreadsheet, but he liked to think that he could keep them all straight in his head too. With the new school year only recently having begun for high schools and colleges alike in New York, Check had a ridiculous amount of fake IDs he had to print for NYU, Pace, and a few other school's incoming freshman class. Bouncers in the city were tough on some fake IDs, but everyone knew that Check's passed the bar no matter how savy the bouncer in question thought he was. That was why he was able to charge almost double the going price for them, and still constantly be overwhelmed with orders. "Yeah, yeah, sounds good." He knew that he was agreeing to eat lunch with the group, but he had no idea where they were going. It didn't matter enough for him to have to ask again though, since Check had pretty easy-to-satisfy taste buds.

The two chatted for a bit, talking about Charlie's party, their English assignment, and a new strain of bud that Check had just gotten in, before finally catching up with the others just outside Naruto Ramen. It looked like Norah had just caught up to them too. "Damn, I thought I was gonna be the last one here. You really fucked Alex over this time, huh?" James chuckled, looking to Luna. "Come on, Norah! We pay you the big bucks to keep these girls in line and you be slacking nonstop," he teased. Norah was easily the sweetest girl of the bunch. Always looking out for the others and putting them before herself. She was a nice girl, and James appreciated her for that. As he pushed the door open, holding it open for the others, as Alaina passed he added, "You, my friend, better order twice as much as you normally would. We know you're the lightweight of the bunch and we just don't got time for that tonight, Lain." He didn't have much ground to call her a lightweight, but he was just joking around. He liked playing around with all of his friends, but there was something about Alaina's smile that made it all the more satisfying to be able to say he brought out.

He was tempted to drop the door when Ethan passed by, but he held back the pettiness. James didn't like or trust Ethan Kings, but he wasn't going to be a drama queen about it. Not now, at least. He just didn't get why everyone was so quick to welcome the guy who had been apart of that group of assholes just a few months ago. Now that he got dropped, he was gonna come and try to join their group? As if they were the second best option? James was very 'I think the fuck not' about the whole thing, but he was keeping it to himself for now for the most part.

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"Ugh, God." Alaina craned her head back, the sun beaming down against her face as she tried to think. To be honest, it seemed that with that bunch the line up changed frequently. Alaina had opinions on nearly everything and everyone, and Ethan was no exception, but he stood out more to her now, and that skewed her perception a bit. "On a regular day, before. But, if you're before Kat, that means you're ahead of this one!" Alaina lifted her foot to nab Charlie in the back of his knee. For no real reason, she was giving Charlie a head time today. Nowadays, it was never anything with serious harm intended. When she first was getting to know him, he wasn't her favorite person, simply because she found all people who were enamored by their school's version of the Illuminati to be a bit weird. This was, of course, not taking into consideration Alaina's own intrigue in the form of severe annoyance. As was apparent in the way she continued to chase after Charlie, aiming for the back of his shoes, the boy had grown onto her. Alaina was nothing if not stubborn, but she always just enjoyed good people, and Charlie was easily one of the few that made that mark.

She was only distracted from annoying Charlie outside of the shop when she heard James' voice. As she fell in line in front of him, still trying to get in the last you-stop-first slap to the arm, she momentarily diverted her attention from trying to get the final hit while also blocking Charlie's own jabs when James spoke to her. Alaina provided a curt, but genuine-sounding laugh, before quickly following it up with an eye roll and pursed lips. "How you been here a whole thirty seconds and talking so much shit? Talkin' about somebody slackin', you need to--" She turned her attention back to Charlie almost instinctively by the time she realized he'd slipped from her grasp. They tassled for a quick second, Alaina trying to keep hold of Charlie's wrists so that he couldn't reach out to tap her, while also trying to step back in order to increase the space between them. "You need to get your boy before he gets got." While she was going by back and forth with Charlie at the moment, and it was merely playful fighting, she was glad that it was happening now. She wasn't sure why she was taken off guard by James' arrival, and his pointed quip, and so she was happy to have a distraction in front of her. It allowed her to play it off in her mind.

After pushing away from Charlie, Alaina quickly scurried into the restaurant until she was in front of Luna, using her as a physical barrier between she and her dueler. She took a seat at one of the empty bar stools, grabbing Luna's to pull her down next to her. "Norah, tell James to stay on his side of the business, and not yours." Alaina knew good and well that that was not going to happen, which was also part of the joke. "C.B. also stands for Classy Bitches, so y'all all the ones that need to tighten up, Mr. Play-Too-Much and Talk-Too-Much," Alaina said, pointing at Charlie and James, respectively. "Only one that knows how to act is Check."​

 

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[div class=role]the traitor[/div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] It was probably pathetic, but the mere mention of AJ's name, even coming from the mouth of Charlotte, made Olivia perk up just a little. The night that they had shared together over the summer had been magical. To her, at least. The effects of nostalgia and an extenuated obsession allowed her forget the less-than-magical parts of it. The sound of AJ vomiting a few minutes after they finished hooking up from all of the liquor he had consumed that night; the unromantic setting, as they had done it in the garage of Charlotte's summer home; the way that he refused to even look at her the next day in a way that spoke to the guilt and shame that was only felt on his end. Olivia refused to recall any of that. In her mind, it had been an act of forbidden love, two people who were meant to be, and could continue to be together under the radar until the crown was Olivia's, and she could publicly take her place as the queen to AJ's king. Until then, she would have to take what she could get, but she wasn't going to accept this being a one time thing. AJ hadn't only slept with her because he was drunk and angry with Charlotte. He liked her too. She was sure of it. Once Charlotte was out of the way, he would surely see that even more clearly. She smiled as Charlotte made reference to one of the many guys who were interested in Sila. Though she was disingenuous across the board when it came to her friends, she did prefer Sila over Charlotte and Katherine in terms of personality. She idolized Charlotte of course, just as much as she despised her, but her feelings towards Sila were closer to genuine than they were for the other two, if for no other reason than that she respected how focused she was on achieving things. Olivia had that same drive in her too, but unfortunately, it was being funneled towards a less applause-worthy cause. Katherine arrived only a few moments later, alleviating Olivia from having to comment on what she planned on wearing to the party. She truly had no idea what she planned on wearing, and considering that that was the case even before Kat's was cancelled, it only furthered its truth now. The lack of information on the party's location, it's vibe, who would be there, etc. made her anxious, though she tried not to show that. She disliked not knowing the ins and outs of everything. It left her feeling out of the loop, as with her social history, she still sometimes wondered if she was on the outside of things... if events and hangouts were planned that she would never find out about, as they were kept purposely secret just to exclude her. It was borderline paranoid thinking, but she couldn't help it after all she had been to to get a seat in this clique. As Sila filled Kat in, Olivia watched the girl, curious to see what her expression would show. Katherine was nothing if not emotional and easy to read and this whole cancellation thing was peculiar at best. It being referenced in a way that spoke to how they were still potentially screwed because of her unreliability had the potential to strike a chord not only in her, but in Charlotte as well. Considering that, of course Olivia had to poke the beast of a topic just a little bit. Her innocent tone wouldn't suggest that she was doing anything other than asking a mere question. "What happened, again, with you hosting?" she inquired, as if she had forgotten the unhelpful responses Kat had answered her texts with earlier regarding the matter. "I'm sure whatever AJ finds will be fun, but I was excited for yours! 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Before his fall from grace there was one time where he met Luna. It was a mild spring night and New York’s sunset couldn’t have been prettier. Casually walking the same way home together (when Ethan lived 3 blocks away from Luna), they had a pretty good conversation. It was nothing serious, rather stupid thoughts about everyday things. When Ethan then pulled a joint out of his pocket, they discovered that they share a special liking for weed.

He listened to the girls chatting while he could feel that he was getting more and more hungry. When Alaina mentioned his rank on a certain list he didn’t feel like acting on it. He knew that the high society at their school was either hated or idolized. There was no middle-ground. With each step they were getting closer and after a few minutes of walking, Ethan could already see the wooden sign of the Ramen shop. He had been to the restaurant before and was pretty satisfied with the food. He liked that there were a lot of asian customers there. It wasn’t a whitewashed restaurant. If one thing he hated, it was traditional foods that were modified for white customers, it took the authentic taste as well as the feeling of being somewhere else.
Entering the place they were guided towards their table as Ethan sat down in one of the two booths. Looking at the menu he already knew what kind if ramen he wanted. Classic Shoyu ramen with extra noodles. It had everything Ethan wanted - a thick and juicy slice of pork, bamboo and a wiggly cooked egg with the bright orange yolk still runny, all that garnished with fresh bits of green onions - seriously that’s what heaven looks like. Still he felt like having a side with it as well and was already ogling the crispy Ebi Furai on the table next to them. With the waiter joining their table, Ethan leaned back in his seat waiting for the others to choose their meal and letting them order first.
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Malachai Walker
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Ezra's annoyance did little to dampen Malachai's good mood. He'd grown accustomed to his friend's annoyance at any slight inconvenience. What might sound like negativity to a passerby was just normal chitchat to his ears. Besides, unlike strangers, he had experience with Ezra when he was actually annoyed, or - God forbid - angry. This was nothing - this was normal. As the other boy went on, Kai playfully shook his head. He'd spent a lot of time at the palace just hanging out with Ezra and maybe he'd flirted or hooked up with a worker or two, but their methodology was very different. While Ezra enjoyed a power dynamic, Kai enjoyed seeing the fruits of his own labor. And charming women was, perhaps, the only labor he'd ever performed. He liked seeing his smile chip away at them, his smooth words reeling them in and then, soon enough, it was just hook, line, and sinker. Though it may seem formulaic, he would staunchly believer that it was an art. Each encounter has its own unique traits, much like a painting. No two were exactly the same, though he supposed a lot of them seemed pretty similar to an outsider.

"I'd have to disagree with you, my friend. It's more interesting when they don't know a thing about you - it makes it feel... more authentic, I guess. Really tests how good you are," he said with a wink. He glanced up to see the little old woman carrying their orders over and setting the food down on the table with a polite 'bon appétit'. Kai was glad she'd missed their rather impolite talk; it'd be a shame to tarnish his image. He gave a quick 'merci' before turning his attention to his food. The smell was incredible. It felt familiar, and even comforting in a way. He picked up his sandwich and took a bite, feeling the satisfaction of the crunch of toasted bread. It brought him back to simpler times when he was a young boy strolling around French cities with his mother on one of their summer trips while his father sat in a French business meeting. They'd often eat dinner together, but lunch was a time he spent just with his mother. He took a sip of his coffee while Ezra continued. When he mentioned tonight's entertainment, Malachai couldn't help but laugh. Their friends were rather high maintenance, or at least the girls and Ezra definitely were, though he doubted most of them realized it. He was glad to see his friend smile.

At the mention of him being a step above Charles, Kai feigned a hurt expression. "Oh come on, just because I play nice with everyone for a bit of entertainment does not draw me down to their level," he defended himself, his acting skills quickly breaking to reveal a smile. He couldn't play serious for his life. Though he tried to get along with everyone, that didn't mitigate the superiority complex that he and his friends all shared. "I'm glad you're being so positive about it. If nothing else, Charlie does know how to entertain. I'm sure it'll be..." he found himself searching for the right word, "...interesting, no matter where it is. Besides, he knows the guys who specialize in party supplies, so if it's bad we can just drink until we don't have any memories of the night anyway."

The brunette found himself often glancing through the glass and then back to his companion. Where was the third member of their little lunch time trio? Maybe Charlotte had snagged him. He wouldn't have wanted to be in A.J. shoes right now. Having an angry girlfriend sounded terrible, though he wouldn't know firsthand as he'd never really had a proper girlfriend in the first place and that was definitely from a lack of trying. It just seemed like less fun being so tied down plus half of the women he encountered weren't quite as exciting after a few days. His attention span was limited, making him a difficult guy to pin down. "Though, I do hope the space is big enough and crowded enough that we don't have to talk to many of his friends... He has to have invited a lot of people, right? Maybe we should invite a few more, just in case..." he mused, staring off into the distance, thinking of the social dynamic. Charlie was fine to hang out with and all, but some of his friends were a bit more... questionable. He especially knew that the girls didn't quite get along with a few of them. Imagine if it was just them - it'd be the most miserable party of the year. But Charlie was a normal guy, he must have invited loads of people if he was throwing a party, right? Kai found himself going back and forth in his head, not quite sure what the answer was. Then again, he guessed that once word got out that he and his friends were going, a lot more people would start showing up, invite or not. It sort of felt like they had a magnetic attraction wherever they went, pulling people in. Things just seemed to work that way. If Charlotte was spotted at a boutique, it was suddenly very cool and many more people started showing up. If A.J. said he was going to a certain party, people suddenly wanted to go as well.

 

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Charlotte Graff

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Sila's response made Charlotte smile slightly, though she didn't have a chance to offer another word on the subject since Kat joined them just a few seconds later. They were approaching Paola's then, and Charlotte allowed Sila and Olivia to chime in regarding Katherine's question about their conversation, as she informed a waiter tending to a couple sitting outside that they, too, wanted to be seated outside. It was too nice of a day to spend any unnecessary time indoors, after having spent the entire morning locked inside classrooms. Summer had ended in the social sense, but it was still technically summer season-wise, and the weather was only going to be this nice for another few weeks before beginning to get chilly. Charlotte appreciated the warm weather, and was already thinking about where she would vacation this fall and summer to escape the New York cold. North Island in Seychelles and Laucala Island in Fiji were on the list of contenders, but nothing was finalized yet. No matter how much she got done, Charlotte's to-do list felt like it was never ending.

Taking a seat at the table, Charlotte brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she scanned the faces of the girls sitting around her. She smiled, even at Katherine, refusing to allow it to falter even as Olivia pressed Kat on why the party was cancelled. Charlotte was curious as to what the real reason was too, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to discuss it here and now. Not only because they were in public, and one never knew when Gossip Girl's many ears were listening, but also because she wanted to have that conversation alone with Katherine. Maybe with Sila too, since she was good at remaining neutral and offering good, less-emotional advice when Charlotte got a bit too carried away. Either way, she didn't think that Katherine was going to be honest in a group setting like this. She was still being secretive about where she had disappeared off to all summer (since Charlotte definitely wasn't buying the lie about being off in California with her mother (and somehow not having her phone??????)), and so the conversation seemed more appropriate for a time when they could actually get into it. Charlotte wasn't letting Kat off the hook, as she didn't tolerate being lied to by the peoples he was supposed to be closest to, but she would allow things to simmer down now if they could.

Though she had been here many times before, she still skimmed the menu as the waiter poured sparkling water into their glasses. "I'm going to have the salmon," she said to the man, fairly quickly, as it was her usual and something that she could never go wrong with.

 

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Charlie Jameson

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Naruto Ramen was a hole-in-the-wall kind of ramen joint. It was a tiny little place, with an open layout kitchen surrounded by a half-circle bar. There was hardly any room to move when it got crowded, but luckily there were enough seats available for their sizable group when they got there. "Let's save this touchy-feely energy for tonight, alright, Lainy Lain?" Charlie said, dodging a hand aimed for his side as they approached the counter. "We get it that you have a crush on me, but you're making everyone else uncomfortable with all this PDA," he said, knowing that the teasing comment in itself would probably warrant some sort of playful kick, or jab, or punch in return, and purposely squeezing his way past the others to put some bodies in between them. "But I'll wash my sheets when I get home to make sure they're smelling nice and fresh for later on. If you wanna pick up a box of Trogan Magmums, size X-X-X-X-X-X-X-L on your way, it'd be appreciated," he added provocatively with an overly seductive wink.

"And Norah, don't listen to either of these two idiots," he insisted, looking back at the girl who had earned a reputation of being sweet as sugar. "Alaina's too love struck to think straight, and James is just James." He grabbed a seat next to Ethan, and picked up the menu. The group came here fairly regularly, and the annoyed look exchanged between two of the people behind the counter spoke to that. Having a bunch of loud high school kids flock to your restaurant during a busy hour probably wasn't something many looked forward to, but Charlie didn't think they were that bad. Alaina was annoying, he thought (despite probably being the most obnoxious one himself), but the rest of them were fairly decent people. "You're coming tonight, right?" he asked, craning his head forward to look down the bar at her. Given how gentle and innocent of a reputation she had, he always had to double check whether she would show up at the parties or not. Maybe tonight would be the night that they finally corrupted her and got her to act half as crazy as the rest of them.

He returned his attention to the menu as they were approached for their order, and when it was his turn, ordered one of the lunch specials: the Mini Teriyaki Chicken Rice Bowl with Naruto Ramen.

 

[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Alexandra Suarez | The Bully
Naruto Ramen|| Entertained
Interacted With: lauren. mangomilk​

Alex couldn't help but grin at the comeback Kat gave her, weak as ever. To her, it was clear that she'd won this round. 'Alex 1, Kat 0' she thought to herself, tallying it up for the day. There was a strong likelihood that she'd end up bickering with her again, so this was something she liked to keep in her head. On some days, the count could go up to seven or eight. It was a fun little game for Alex, though she was also pretty biased when it came to scoring. Kat didn't often get points without outside help. With a feeling of satisfaction, she was ready to meet back up with her friends. Naruto Ramen was a popular place for them, so she knew the route by muscle memory. On the way, she imagined what she'd order. Maybe a simple bowl of miso, classic but delicious. Or maybe she'd switch it up and try tonkotsu ramen. Her stomach grumbled at the thought and she was suddenly much hungrier than earlier and found herself speedwalking through the streets to get there just a little bit faster. She was, of course, the last to arrive, but as someone who had a habit of constantly being late anyway, it was a feeling she was all too familiar with, one that hardly bothered her anymore.

As soon as she entered the ramen place, she spotted her group of friends, lined up and ordering. They were a bit obnoxious, but what high schoolers weren't? No one could really expect much more out of them. Though they tried to not be a nuisance, it was in their nature. They were a chatty bunch that always found themselves getting into a bit of trouble. It seemed like the whole gang was there, bringing a smile to Alex's face. These were the people who she felt comfortable with, the lucky few that she loved to be around. It wasn't something she took likely. Sure, each of them was flawed in their own way, but she could look past it and still enjoy them. She strolled up to the group, comforted by the fact that there was even a seat for her. It was nice to be remembered and included. It was a little thing, but it said a lot, at least in her mind.

"Luna, next time you wanna throw food at Kat, at least let me get a shot at her before you let me take the fall for it!" She called out. The smile on her face betrayed the angry sound of her words. She didn't really mind too much. She would have gotten into it with the girl one way or another; it was inevitable after all. She took the next available seat next to Charlie. Sitting next to him meant that she'd have to put up with his jokes and all, but it also meant she wouldn't be bored or feel like she wasn't included in conversation. Plus, it was empty. Charlie ordered and the waiter's eyes turned to her. "I'll take the kare burosu ramen," she said, politely. It was a vegetarian option - not that she was a vegetarian, she just didn't feel like having meat for lunch today. A bit of tofu was enough. She guessed that the biggest reason that the people at this place put up with them was that they'd at least end up with a good tip. Though as a group they weren't as rich as the A-listers, they were better at treating people - in Alex's eyes, at least.

"Oh hey, Ethan," she called out, "do you wanna Uber over to Charlie's together tonight?" Of course, as they were all planning on binge drinking, it made little sense to drive over to Charlie's. Thankfully, rideshare services provided an easy solution to that problem and dramatically cut down on drunk driving. Plus, she figured it might be nice to show up at the same time as someone else rather than alone. On top of that, she generally tried to include Ethan in things she did because she knew some other people were less likely to because of his history with the A-listers and all. As someone who had once been in his shoes, she felt like she could understand his position the best. Besides, they didn't live very far from each other and she liked spending time with Ethan. He was always down for a bit of fun and she could appreciate that.

 

[BurningBridges]

AJ Clarke | The King Bee

Overview

Mentioned:	Sadistic Sweetheart cure

His conversation with Charlie couldn't have went any more perfectly. With an accomplished smile on his face, AJ headed out to catch up with Kai and Ezra. There wasn't a fiber of AJ's being that felt bad for persuading Charlie to invite them to his party, because he knew that Charlie was happier with the outcome than he even was. He recognized that it was wrong to play into the kid's near obsession with the popular kids, but it wasn't like any of them treated Jameson badly. He was a little bit overbearing sometimes, and maybe Ezra had been a dick to him once or twice, but the kid never seemed to be bothered by it. He always sported that energetic, bouncing with positive energy sort of personality, and it wasn't like AJ was forcing him to have the group over. If he didn't want them there, he could have just said no, but Charlie's reaction proved that he was not only okay with them coming, but that it was nearly a dream come true.

The only person he felt would have a problem with it was his own sister, Alaina. Sure, the rest of her friends probably wouldn't be pleased with the idea either, but AJ didn't really care about any of them. Since they were Alaina's friends, he would never go out of his way to put any of them down (and that wasn't really in AJ's character anyway), but they just weren't relevant enough to be on his radar in any regard outside of just them being her friends. While AJ would claim that Alaina's opinion on his doings was irrelevant too, that was a bit of a stretch of a claim, if for no other reason than because they shared a house and a set of parents. If one of them did something to piss off the other, they both had the same people to report to at the end of the day. Plus, unlike many of their friends, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke were actually pretty involved in their children's lives. They didn't leave the parenting to nannies and au pairs, and so their actions typically had actual consequences if their parents became aware of them. Considering that neither AJ nor Alaina were perfect, they both had some leverage there because they typically both had something to hang over the other's head if one was threatening to snitch on the other, but regardless, it wasn't a bridge that AJ enjoyed crossing too frequently. In this instance, he didn't think Alaina had any right to complain. It was Charlie's house, and if Alaina was really his friend as much as she claimed, she'd respect that he wanted them there, AJ rationalized to himself as he walked. He was already working on the defenses he would give when his sister texted him about it, as he assumed that Charlie would be off blabbering to his friends about it the second they left school. Still, he was going to wait to give those defenses until that text came in, because he wasn't about to start a problem with Alaina if he didn't need to. Who knows, maybe she'd actually be chill for once. Besides, he had enough on his hands, he reminded himself, as he texted Charlotte back.

To: Charlotte Graff
Lol nah chill. Charlie Jameson. I promise it'll be fun. It's not like we have to talk to him. We're just gonna take over his apartment.

After confirming where Ezra and Kai were, AJ turned towards the French place they were at, and soon met them inside. "And that is how you get the job done, boys," AJ announced as he found them inside of the cafe. He didn't think he needed to give any context since he had just single-handedly saved their night. "You can thank me later. I'm thinking tequila. The good stuff," he said, speaking as he placed his things down and then wasting no time in heading to the counter. He placed an order quickly, before joining them back at their table. "You guys should've seen the look on his face," AJ said, chuckling. "The kid was so fucking happy that I can't even feel bad."

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[BurningBridges]

Katherine Arnault | The Drama Queen

Overview

Mentioned:	electric A_Writer alstroemeria Sadistic Sweetheart

When Sila mentioned that AJ found a replacement place for them to have a party tonight, Kat mentally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they had somewhere else to go, she would only have to deal with so much retribution for cancelling hers at the last minute. By the time night rolled around, she assumed that everyone would be over it, at least as long as the replacement was a decent option. Knowing Charlotte, if it wasn't a good option, they just wouldn't attend, though. Nothing looked worse than desperation, and lowering their standards for a party, of all things, would be nothing less than embarrassing. For her own sake, Kat hoped that whatever AJ had come up with was good enough to pass.

Katherine took a seat at the table, hanging her bag over the back of the chair. She didn't immediately react to Olivia's playful jab about her owing them an explanation about her cancellation, and instead took her time in straightening out her skirt and getting situated as she sat down. Her fingers toyed with the edge of the menu as she trained her eyes on the words inside of it, though she wasn't really processing any of the words that she scanned. She was trying to come up with a response that would end the conversation then and there. "Luna and my stepmom are psychopaths," she stated. In her mind, it wasn't a lie. The fight that she had gotten into with Luna and then her stepmother had, in Kat's opinion, stemmed from their flaws, not hers. It was unfortunate that the one time her temper tantrum didn't work in her favor happened to be the night before the party she was hosting, but Kat wasn't one to think ahead with these things. She obviously felt badly about the whole thing, but there wasn't much she could do. She didn't think that anyone would enjoy showing up to her house, only to find her father and stepmother present any more than Katherine would. "My stepmom was supposed to spend the weekend in Paris with my dad, but of course she had to be dramatic and now my dad's coming home today and they're both just being beyond obnoxious about the whole thing, so it just would not be the right atmosphere for a party," she explained. The waitress's arrival was welcomed by Kat, as it took the spotlight off of her at least momentarily. She ordered a salad with the dressing on the side, though she knew she wouldn't do more than pick at the leaves. Salad was typically one of her safe foods, but it still depended on where she ordered it from. She had convinced herself by now, that even when she asked for the dressing on the side, that some restaurants were somehow dousing the lettuce or whatever the salad base was in some sort of calorie packed substance that she just couldn't see at first glance. It was a paranoid way of thinking, but it was something ingrained in her brain enough by now that she truly believed it. "Can't Ezra just host something? Or one of you?" Kat asked, looking between Sila and Olivia.

Rather than asking aloud, Katherine turned to her phone momentarily and texted Kai, before setting it back down face-down on the table.

To: Kai
What did AJ find for the party? Can't you or Ezra just host something? I can't take everyone being mad at me

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[lauren.]

Luna Trevor

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The playful exchange between Alaina and Charlie made Luna smile, as she watched them out of the corner of her eye, mostly to make sure that she wasn't inadvertently the victim of one of their jabs. They were both idiots, but cute idiots. She raised her eyebrows with interest, smiling more fully at Ethan when he commented on having stocked up on weed. Luna had a nearly endless supply herself, and with Check as a friend, it made restocking as easy as one could ask for, but she was never against smoking someone else's weed. While Luna's mother did well for herself as a self-made woman, her net worth wasn't even a penny to the dollar of her husband's. For most of Luna's life, they lived a very middle class lifestyle and even though Bernard acted as if his money was just as much theirs as it was his now, Luna's understanding of money was considerably different than her stepsister's. She wasn't cheap and considering how normalized spending exuberant amounts of money was in her household now, she didn't hesitate to spend money on expensive things that she wanted. At the same time, her understanding of finances and what was an expensive or luxury purchase was far more grounded than many of the people she hung out with. It didn't mean that her actions stood out compared to them, but just that she was more inwardly aware of what was "normal" and what wasn't. Even if spending Bernard's money wasn't something that Luna had to feel bad about, if someone else wanted to spend their money instead of her having to spend hers, she wasn't going to object. "Niiiiiice. You know the way to my heart," she responded happily.

Alex's arrival had Luna struggling to maintain an innocent smile, as a more mischevious one competed for space on her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she teased, before taking a seat and ordering the Miso Ramen with a side order of Gyoza. As Alex spoke to Ethan about going to the party together, she instinctively turned to glance at Alaina. "Invite me over," she demanded, albeit in a half-joking way. She was close enough with Alaina that she felt comfortable inviting herself over, and likewise, didn't take it personally when Alaina straight up told her no. "I want whatever Mama Clarke is making for dinner and James is right, I have to make sure we have food in that belly of yours so I don't have to play babysitter tonight." If anyone was going to have to play babysitter, it was going to be Norah, but Luna would gladly pretend that she had been a martyr for the cause at some point too, even if it wasn't very true.

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[blackglassesaa]

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I WILL SURVIVE

gloria gaynor

― norah palmer!

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Norah finally caught up to the group. She loved her group, everyone was nice. To her at least. Sure they had their differences, and she was certain that the only reason she hadn’t let any of them get arrested is because it would kill her. Everything was great. Chaotic, but christ they were teenagers and being chaotic is sort of part of the job. Nora adored her friend group because no matter how quiet she could be they still included her and made her feel welcome. That being said, if murder wasn’t a crime she would’ve killed most of them at least once by now.

She listened to what James had to say before rolling her eyes, “James I would love for you to try and keep this group in check. It is like herding cats. Impossible.” She teased.

Stepping into the shop, she noticed that it was cooler inside then it was outside. There still being some warmth from summer in early september. She noticed Ethan walking in behind her. She knew of James’ distaste for the guy, but tried to stay out of the drama of it all. Sure he wasn’t a great guy a bit back but everyone deserves a second chance. She took a seat on a stool feeling bad for the employees who would have to put up with them. She looked at a menu as Alaina spoke to her.

“James listen to Alaina, and stay on your side of the business and not mine,” She said in response not even looking up from the menu.

She ordered the spicy Karashi Ramen, a spicy miso ramen topped with roasted pork, menma, mushrooms, naruto maki and scallions. She was always up for a spicy dish and was ready to eat up, hungry from the stress of her morning classes. She turned down towards Charlie who was sat a few seats over by Ethan. She listened to his kind words.

“Oh it’s fine Charlie, I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t take it. And yes I will be at the party, no I will not be drinking,” She answers quickly. Charlie would never force her to drink, but better to get it all in the air now instead of later. She sat calmly and waited for her food to arrive. She listened in on the conversations happening around her. She laughed at Luna’s last statement.

“Luna, dear, the day you babysit drunk Alaina is the same day I die,” She laughed out, “But, you are right about there needing to be food, should I bring some money to order pizza to avoid the whole issue?” She asked Charlie.

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[cure]

Alaina Clarke

hex: #d98695

Mentioned:	A_Writer BurningBridges

Alaina pouted as she rolled her eyes at all the teasing about her drinking capabilities. So what there were a couple or more times where began the night with her head in the toilet? It just meant she could go that much longer now that her system was emptied, though it was likely for that very reason that she prematurely got sick to begin with. For her, parties were actually a good excuse not to eat. The binge drinking alone was enough to fill her stomach, plus why would she want to load up on food when the whole purpose was to get drunk? She didn't need to rationalize, though. While it was definitely something she was good at, she didn't need half a reason to excuse herself from eating, especially when she was eating around other people. There were times where she could get away with it. Like in the mornings when her family was rushing about, it was easy to go under the radar. She tended to be the one who made sure her little sister ate in the morning and had her lunch packed. Whatever she was seen grabbing just automatically went there; no one was watching closely enough to take note of whether or not the apple she grabbed was for her or her sister. Plus, by the morning, the last thing she wanted to do was eat. If she could force herself to hold off until the morning after a late night binge, she could muster down some food because it would be coming right up anyway. Lunch proved hardest; dinner hardest.

When she was particularly hungry around this time, she was more likely to give in to her desire for normalcy. She was just as likely to give into her subsequent guilt too though. When it was her turn to order, she shook her head slightly. "You're too funny," she said with a straight face. "You can start by sharing with me. My mom thinks we're eating out too much, and I'm not in the mood to hear her rag me out." This was a lie, but it still fit the bill. But it's actually Mama and Papa Clarke tonight. They're doing a cook-off every Friday now, and tonight it's Dad's cheese-stuffed meatballs against Mom's lobster rolls." She hated Fridays now. "I actually wanted to go to your place to avoid that because they can get really competitive, plus I wanted to smoke beforehand and you know how spooked I get when we do it at my place. Unless you have some edibles on you, then we can kill two birds with one stone. Actually, I have a better idea." Alaina pulled her phone out of her pocket then, thumbing away at it until she got to the person she wanted to reach out to. As she texted her brother, she grinned at her friend. "My parents get home early on Fridays anyway, so why don't we just go back to my place after this and free ball? Drinks on me."

To: fart face
grab some alcohol for me and lu. and some extras for tonight. need it before lunch is over.

To: fart face
since i feel bad that you have nothing to do now

To: fart face
do it or i'm telling dad you drank his cuervo aniversario and replaced it with the black lol​

 

[cure]

Ezra Bellamy

Overview

Mentions:	Sadistic Sweetheart BurningBridges

It was not easy to disarm Ezra Bellamy. Even around his close friends, he was still guarded in many ways. By now, it was simply his nature to be so calculating and strategic. It was difficult to tell how much of his disposition was simply due to who he was as a person, and how much of it was due to not only the world he was raised in, but the way in which he was. His father was anything but a perfect man. He was one of the few people who made Ezra think that he was at least mildly normal because he adored and looked up to his father so much. In the same vein, his father was also of the small camp of people who could cut down to Ezra's core without even trying. It wasn't always intentional, he'd like to think. Did he try to hide the illicit substances or the escorts--let alone the subsequent ongoings--from him after his mother disappeared? Of course not. That was what the staff was there for. They were for bedtime stories and bruised knees and falling in line with whatever make-believe game he'd created that day to feel like he had a better grasp on such a large, such a disposable world. His father, on the other hand, was there for the things that actually mattered. What kind of father would let his only son look to the help for life lessons? These were the people who would cater to his every need, not the people who would help him understand the importance of keeping such power dynamics in place to begin with.

While mimicking his father's every move--the handful of times when he was around his father for long enough periods of time--resulted in him retiring Dr. Seuss for Robert Greene, he still had his softer moments with his dad. He could sit on his father's lap during meetings not because his father was the one in charge, but because from an early age it was important for Ezra to see what power looked like from the head of the table. There was a reason, a methodology, behind everything his father did, and it had unequivocally become Ezra's own constitution. It had never occurred to him that this approach was arguably not that of unconditional love. Most parents didn't need to project plan the attention they gave their children. Ezra, on the hand, appreciated him for it. Having everything and more than his peers, than most of the world even, but to be void of something as basic and de facto as a mother was difficult for him. Never mind the fact that he now needed and craved any attention he could get from his father, but his father was always able to provide an answer and reason for every action he took. At an age where the world was already too big and confusing, knowing there was one person who could make sense of it all for him, even if it was only tactical, was something he needed.

Also of the intimate collective that let him feel organically was the person sat before him, gazing off into his space as his thought trailed off. Malachai was easily his closest friend just off of longevity, but he also felt the closest to him out of all of their friends. That hadn't been a problem for Ezra until recently because until recently, he hadn't noticed how gentle his friend's eyes were, or how the charismatic personality that Ezra teased him over was the same thing he admired most about him. "Maybe," he responded, albeit reluctantly. He had not qualms over inviting their own guests; he simply didn't want to add too much to the conversation in hopes that the moment could be elongated. "You're the one with the award winning personality, so you should definitely handle the marketing portion of A.J.'s latest venture. And speak of the devil."

"If what you're referring to is a minimum wage service job, then I certainly believe you, Austin," Ezra said with a coy smirk before nodding his head in Malachai's direction. "Fortunately for you, our dearest friend will be assisting the less fortunate--you and this bandaid solution of yours--with some much needed personal touch up. Have you even spoken to Kat about any of this? Or your new co-party planner, Charles, about whether or not his little studio would be enough room for everyone? Unless you've already told Charlotte that half of the guest list is booted since one, theres no space and; two, the rate of exchange for Kat and Charles' parties is approximately one pair of red bottoms and in-house catering to three pairs of Sperry Top-siders and an assortment of boxed popcorn."​

 

[A_Writer]

Charlotte Graff

Overview

Mentioned:	BurningBridges alstroemeria electric

"Right, because we can just whip up a party on the whim like that, Katherine," Charlotte retorted with an eye roll. AJ texted her back then, indicating that the party he had secured was one at Charlie Jameson's house. It... wasn't the worst thing that AJ could have found. It also wasn't the best. Though he insisted that it would be fun, she had her doubts. There was no way that the B-listers knew how to throw a real party. Whatever they were planning was going to be as lame as possible, but Charlotte supposed that what really mattered was that they had a place to host it at. They would be able to shape it to their pleasing once they got there, and with that in mind, if there was any B-lister whose party would be worth crashing for that reason, it would be Charlie's. He was malleable enough that they could probably tell Charlie himself to leave, and he would do it, just to please them.

"He said it's going to be at Charlie Jameson's house," she said with an unimpressed sigh, one that was more dramatic than necessary for the situation at hand. "Normally I would say not a chance," she mused, before taking a sip of the sparkling water in front of her. "Nothing against him... He's harmless, really, but the rest of them are just atrocious." Charlie was probably the most annoying of the group, but he wasn't as trashy as Luna the slut, Alaina the knockoff, Clarence the criminal, Ethan the disgraceful kid of a crook, or the rest of those losers. Though it wasn't common knowledge, Charlotte was vaguely aware of Sila's family being friendly with Charlie's, so that made in a bit easier to be comfortable going to his place. Then again, they didn't have any other options, but at the same time, Charlotte was cautious enough when it came to her reputation that she wouldn't make an appearance just anywhere. Charlie Jameson fell right on the cusp of her comfort zone level. "But I think we deserve to have fun tonight, and this is probably the best we're going to get so it is what it is. Not ideal, but we're nothing if not flexible, right?" She smiled to herself, knowing that was far from true.

 

[mangomilk]

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[lauren.]

Luna Trevor

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"quote here"
location: Naruto Ramen
with: Alaina, Alex, Charlie, Check, Ethan, James, Norah
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Luna was close to telling Alaina that her house was the last place that either of them wanted to be, but Alaina then switched gears and agreed that she could come over before the party. The Clarke household was always a nice place to visit; the vibe was so homey, not because it lacked in luxury, but because they were the most family-like family that Luna knew. Not only did they have the traditional family setup of a mom and dad who were married before they had kids and never got divorced, but they also all seemed to love each other behind all the normal sibling fighting stuff. Plus, even the stories that Alaina shared of her arguments with her siblings never even came close to touching the stuff she had to deal with with Katherine. Where Alaina and AJ would be throwing unkind words at each other, Katherine would be threatening to jump off the roof if Luna didn't concede into giving her what she wanted. When Alaina mentioned that her parents were both cooking, it was even more of a guaranteed "yes" on Luna's part.

"You had me at cheese-stuffed," Luna swooned, momentarily resting her head on Alaina's shoulder as she pulled the girl's face towards hers for an interesting version of a hug. The whole description sounded nice, and even if Norah was right and Luna wasn't the go-to babysitter for the group, at least Luna's own need for a babysitter later on wouldn't be blamed on her not eating enough if she did end up going to Alaina's first. The food her parents cooked was always amazing.

Speaking of food, it only took a short few minutes for theirs to come out. Luna appreciated Naruto Ramen for many reasons, but she enjoyed ramen bars in general because it was nice to be able to watch your food be cooked in front of you. It wasn't what she was paying attention to now, but sometimes when she was high, she found it to be more fascinating than it really was. "If you're trying to save room for what your parents are cooking I don't blame you, but also you're crazy," she commented when she noticed that a plate wasn't placed in front of Alaina. She hadn't noticed that the girl hadn't ordered anything, and didn't really pay much mind to it. Considering that she was aware of Katherine's eating disorder and many of the signs and symptoms associated with it, it wasn't the best look on Luna's part to not be perceptive enough to pick up on any of them here. In her defense though, she knew Alaina well enough that it just wasn't something she would even fathom to think she needed to think about. It wasn't like Alaina was passing out left and right; she didn't have any obvious signs that would alarm anyone, or at least Luna. "If you didn't want ramen you could've just said so," she continued before stuffing a mouthful of food into her mouth. "You know I would've been down for whatever."

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[alstroemeria]

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SILA KARADENIZ​

Location: Paola's
Outfit: School uniform
Interactions: Charlotte, Katherine, Olivia, Charlie

Sila relaxed into her chair, giving a polite smile to the waiter and placing an order for her go-to dish, a slice of caprese frittata - technically from the brunch menu, but she decided it was still early enough. Though she appeared casual enough, taking in the scenery and enjoying the afternoon sunlight, she was listening closely to Katherine's response to Olivia's questioning, keeping an ear out for anything that seemed off. Her excuse was still slightly suspicious, and oddly convenient to blame the entire ordeal on her family, but Sila wouldn't press it any further. It was just believable enough, and not as much of an issue now that AJ had found a new spot. She understood better than anyone else how tricky parents could be, which was why she tensed slightly when Katherine asked if she could host the party.

With how tense everything was at home at the moment, the thought of hosting was nauseating. Not even Sila herself wanted to be there, let alone her entire social circle. Luckily for her, however, she wouldn't have to say anything, because Charlotte came to her defence, shutting down the suggestion with a snappy remark. She then went on to announce that the party would be at Charlie Jameson's that evening. That... actually worked perfectly! Sila tried not to show her relief too outwardly.

Out of all the B-listers, Sila was definitely the most fond of Charlie, having known him for years, even before she arrived at the Constance Billard social scene. Knowing Charlie, he'd be leaping at the chance to impress her friends, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable when she heard them making less than favourable remarks about him. She wanted this to go well for him, and would even help him set up the party to A-list standards if necessary. She retrieved her iPhone from her bag and sent him a few quick texts.

To: Charlie
What's this I hear about you hosting tonight?

To: Charlie
Look at you, social butterfly ; ) ​

She put her phone back down, nodding in agreement when Charlotte said that they deserved to have fun at the party. "Right, and it's not like we'll actually have to talk to any of his friends. I'm sure there'll be loads of cooler people there once they know that you'll be attending," she said with a smile and a playful wink.

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[electric]

James Mande
&
Clarence "Check" Chexley​

James laughed at Alaina's response to him, shaking his head as she attempted to get Norah on her side, and was met with Norah's typical type of answer. He was tempted to throw something in about how Alaina needed to learn how to fight her own battles, even though he had done the exact same thing, but getting into the restaurant and getting settled in was a momentary distraction that pulled him away from that thought. Naruto Ramen was a great place for them to get lunch at because of how quick the service was. While many of their peers enjoyed more formal sit down means with waiters, when they only had an hour for lunch, that was usually pushing it. Plus, the idea of dropping all that money on a meal he would scarf down made it all the more unappetizing of an idea. Quick foods like ramen, pizza, and sandwiches were all good with James and in truth, he actually preferred just bringing lunch and eating it in the park most days. Especially while the weather was still nice, it seemed like a dumb choice to pass that up but then again, some of his friends were too good for homemade lunches, even if they had trained chefs making them for them. Either way, as the ramen was served today, James knew that it would hit the spot.

He shook his head, trying not to choke on the water he had just swallowed as Charlie made a playful remark about how he and Alaina were going to hookup tonight. "That's my boy," he laughed, pausing only to thank the guy who handed them their food. "Yo, Lainy," he said, peering past the others to look towards where she and Luna were sitting. "You and Jameson about to get it on tonight, huh?" he asked, knowing that there was no way in hell that that would ever happen. Charlie being able to shag any girl with a heartbeat seemed far-fetched (only because of how awkward he was when he actually tried to flirt with girls in real situations), but Charlie being able to convince Alaina into doing it was really nothing but laughable. Not only was their relationship brother and sister-like, but Alaina was also out of Charlie's league, and in James's mind, probably a lot more experienced than him too. He was tempted to blow of Charlie's spot and ask him how he was moving on to Alaina so quickly when he had only spoke about wanting to hookup with Luna for oh... two years now? without anything happen, but pushing Alaina's buttons was more fun today.

When Ethan mentioned having the goods to bring for the night, Check checked back into the conversation, having been momentarily focused on answering some texts on his phone. He looked to Charlie then to say, "Oh yeah, if you need me to bring anything, just let me know." He would likely bring a blunt anyway, but if Charlie wanted enough to smoke everyone out, then Check could arrange that as well. Plus, with his fake ID, picking up alcohol wasn't an issue either. Since Charlie was hosting, he didn't mind bringing some stuff as his own contribution to the party. Likewise, James added, "I'ma bring the world's best cookies." It was a much more innocent contribution, but if they were going to be drinking and potentially smoking, snacks were a must-have. His mom had already agreed to make some for him when she got home from work, and since James just assumed that the party tonight was going to be their friend group just hanging out, it didn't seem corny.

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[cure]

Alaina Clarke

hex: #d98695

Mentioned:	A_Writer BurningBridges

Alaina was intent on ignoring Charlie for now. There was always time, and would be just as many opportunities, to address him being a goofy idiot. When the server brought Luna's meal and the two cups of water that Alaina had ordered, she quickly wanted to reroute the conversation. She shrugged nonchalantly and cast her eyes to the ceiling. "It's no big deal, seriously. It's always a vibe here." Hearing James call her name was a welcome escape, but she did try to ignore the fact that the tingles in her stomach weren't because she was that excited to switch topics. Biting behind her bottom lip, she attempted to chew back a smile. The last thing she needed to do was look like a weirdo, but it was always hard not to smile when he called her Lainie. It was actually a nickname she had hated growing up. Only her family was allowed to get away with it, and even then, as she got older, she vocalized her objection to it more. It had never truly vanished from her life, but there was a point in school when she was strictly just Alaina, or Lain. It wasn't until James referred her as such freshman year that the sound of it didn't make her grit her teeth. Now, the nickname was no big deal to her, and she had a soft spot for when James called her that. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, she hadn't forgotten the day that her feelings towards Lainie had changed. She even remembered, embarrassingly so, gushing about it to Luna in class after it happened. Asides from that, though, it was just a normal day. Especially as far as her crush with James went. There were plenty of days when she gushed over far less newsworthy happenings. As it would turn out, being a fourteen-year-old with rose-colored glasses made seeing how cute someone was when they tied their shoe not only a thing, but something worth gleaming over with your best friend.

While she would argue that particular occurrence stood out from the others, she knew why that day really refused to fade into the back of her mind. It was actually a bad day. One of those really bad ones where you wake up and just know the day is going to kick you in the gut. Waking up to being yelled at for oversleeping would put anyone's day on the wrong track, but being a young girl at an awkward age who was already dealing with body dysmorphia made being rushed a bigger deal. Nitpicking her appearance was as routine as brushing her teeth. She didn't have to worry about what to wear to school since the uniform took care of that, but on the other hand, it left more time to focus on the details, and as the saying went... Hell was not synonymous for mornings because she hated waking up; it was exhausting for another reason. She got up earlier than she needed to so that she had time to make sure she didn't look ugly. And that came after she spent fifteen plus minutes looking in the mirror wondering why she'd gotten the ugly gene in the family.

There was only one thing that actually made her feel good about herself. It wasn't really done for her own enjoyment since the only reason she began straightening her hair was to look like the other girls in school. Being able to do something that wasn't bad for her body, or that made her feel guilty--like eating breakfast and running upstairs just before it was time to go because she 'forgot' her textbook so that she could get rid of the cereal she'd eaten--didn't just feel good. Even now she couldn't describe how happy it made her feel to be able to do something that made her feel pretty. She didn't care how good her grades were, how good the volleyball game went, or how well she performed her piece in orchestra. She wanted to look pretty, and feel it too. She knew it was only a temporary thing because her hair was only a small portion of a much larger problem: the rest of her. But she grew to like the smell of the straightening iron warming up on the bathroom sink, the smell of her favorite heat protectant filling the bathroom, and the way her hair would look so soft and bouncy by the end. That particular day, though, there was no time for such things. She didn't wash her hair every night, and so she didn't go through the process of blow drying it and straightening it day after day. She did useless touch ups just for the sake of doing doing them, but only really straightened her hair from start to finish once a week or so. The previous night happened to be the night of not only her recital, but also her volleyball game, and the night before a huge test that she hadn't studied for. After a much welcomed shower, her textbook virtually became a pillow that night.

It was a wild morning, for sure. By the time she got to her first class, she wasn't red eyed because she was concerned about the fact that she was certainly going to fail the test and have to deal with the shit her parents would give her for it later. No, she got to be on the verge of tears because not only did she have to walk around school all day with everyone staring at her ugliness, but she also got into a huge fight with her mom and ended up grounded before even walking into first period. Not only that, but she couldn't spend all of third period pretending to not focus on how giddy she was over lunch because that meant she could hang out with her favorite guy. Instead, she spent that time lamenting over how she couldn't do that because there was no way in hell that she was going to let James Mande of all people she her in her barbarian state. When she did ultimately run into him, though, she was sure that she would go home and take a bath with a blowdryer. Instead, she not only got a "Hey, Lainie" (A first! And, obviously, the best), but also a "Your hair looks nice like that." That wasn't just an unexpected compliment from the guy whose last name you would practice scribing in cursive with yours. That was the first time in a very long time that she actually felt good about herself. In the present would she admit that this momentous moment came down to a boy validating her? Hell no. But she would be lying if she said she was really bothered by the societal implications of it either way. A turning point was a turning point regardless of what set it in motion. So maybe Lainie really only sounded nice to her because of the association with how the rest of the conversation went, but she didn't care regardless.

Fuck. Was she smiling? Why was she smiling?!

Alaina scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Only if he and his commercial-length dick can keep up." Not only had she never seen one of those ever, especially Charlie's, she also had no experience with a guy lasting the span of a commercial break. The way she shot back so quickly definitely gave a different impression though. She was quite skilled in such vulgar speaking, which was really only impressive due to the fact that she was talking out of the side of her neck 99% of the time. Now was know different. "But cookies is a euphemism, right?" Although she was still talking to James, she looked to Luna for clarification, although she knew that James was talking about the actual treat. At least she hoped so, or else she was walking in front of a bus. Trying to play off the second guessing thoughts spinning around her head, she rested her head down on the bar for a second to have a quick giggle before pulling back up. "That's so cute, Mande. Make sure you don't forget the Legos!"​

 

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[div class=role]the traitor[/div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] Katherine's excuse was only believable because anyone who knew Katherine could imagine her being enough of a spoiled brat to get herself in trouble without willing to acknowledge that it was her fault. The idea that she had spoken out of turn at home wasn't surprising, but then again, Kat had always come across as the kind of girl who did that on the regular and never faced a single punishment for it, so Olivia wasn't sure what to think. After her highly out of character disappearance all summer and then the obvious lie that had come with it, it made it easier to want to question everything she said, even if it wasn't deserved. She followed her explanation with a plea that one of them host the party, but before she or Sila could respond, Charlotte shut her down with a response similar to the justification that Olivia would have used. Plus, her parents were hosting a dinner party tonight for a few of her mother's colleagues, so her house wouldn't have been available for something like this regardless. Olivia ordered the salmon just like Charlotte did, and listened intently as Charlotte explained that the party that AJ had secured for them was being hosted by Charlie Jameson. The B-lister had always seemed pleasant but she viewed him in a sad sort of light. He seemed to idolize the A-listers (and rightfully so, as Olivia had too), but he didn't seem to be self-aware... at all. He wasn't cut out to be one of them, or even be around them. He was too chipper and open. He didn't have a filter, self-restraint, or anything that would make him even remotely worthy of being a part of their group. Still, the girls were right. If they were going to attend any B-list party, one hosted by Charlie would be the best one, since he would be so easily dominated into doing whatever they asked of him. "Good point," she volunteered with a smile when Sila made a comment about how Charlotte would attract a way cooler crowd than whoever was originally going to show up. Last weekend had been New York Fashion Week, which meant that the weekend had been filled with fashion show parties, events, and after parties. Being as well connected as the A-list clique was, getting into all of the most posh shows and events came easily. The weakest link, Kat, had been especially useful for that, as her father was basically the biggest behind-the-scenes name in fashion. His empire owned many of the biggest designer brands, and that allowed them to brush shoulders with the most famous of famous at shows and get into the most exclusive parties. It had been incredibly cool and fun, but coming off of such a high profile weekend meant that a more lowkey one this upcoming weekend was actually pretty welcomed. Maybe Katherine's faux pas was for the best in more ways than just Olivia getting to relish in her being scorned by Charlotte. "I need to get a manicure after school if anyone wants to join," she offered as she examined her nails. The polish was still perfect, not a chip in sight, but Olivia also wouldn't be caught dead with even the smallest blemish in her appearance. 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[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Malachai Walker
Out to lunch || Comfortable
Interacted with: cure BurningBridges

Malachai's thoughtful look broke out into a grin at his friend's comment. "Award winning? You'll make me blush," he said with a bit of a laugh. With the mention of their missing friend, his brown eyes flittered about the space, landing on the familiar figure that entered their lunch spot. A.J. seemed rather proud of himself for coming up with such a quick and easy solution. What were the odds that there'd be a different party they could crash? Well, it was a Friday night and they did go to school with some of the richest kids in the states, so maybe they were at least somewhat high, but it was an impressive accomplishment nonetheless that he'd gotten it all straightened out before they'd even had lunch. "What Ezra means to say is that I'll get the word out about it, just to ensure it isn't empty. I'd like to avoid the disaster of having us - especially the girls - forced to interact with some of Charlie's... more unpleasant friends," Kai explained with a wink. He couldn't help but laugh at Ezra's exchange rate analogy. He'd always had a way with words, to say the least. Maybe they weren't usually particularly kind, but they were entertaining and often true to some extent. He felt his phone buzz and saw a text from Kat. He briefly shifted his attention from the boys to his phone. Reading the text, he could practically hear the whine in Kat's voice. He gave a slight shake of his head and typed away at his response.

To: Kat
no can do, mom's having book club tn. and i doubt ezra wants to host last minute. dw, aj fixed it. we're going to charlie's party! keep ur head up, i dont think everyone's mad @ u

Kai turned his gaze back up to the boys, glad to see AJ back with them. "Sorry, Kat was asking what the plan was. And yeah, we're practically doing him a favor by coming," he agreed, then turned his gaze to Ezra, "C'mon Ezra, at least try being nice to the kid tonight. He sort of reminds me of a puppy, the way he follows us and all." He picked up his coffee and took another sip. "What'd Charlotte say when you told her?" he asked, curious about her reaction to the change in plans. He guessed the changing of plans hadn't gone over well with Charlotte, she didn't seem to tolerate being cancelled on very well. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had something like this happen. In general, things tended to go very smoothly for them; things were easy like that since they had money and all. Being told no was a rarity. It just wasn't something they were accustomed to. Nonetheless, Kai was determined to make a good situation out of it. There would be drinking, music, and pretty girls. Those were the three basic ingredients for a good time and he was sure he could have fun with it. Besides, he didn't like seeing conflict within his friend group, so he was quick to go along with solutions and try to make any changes as painless as possible.

If A.J. were going, and it was Charlie's party, he guessed he'd be seeing Alaina there too. Probably Luna with her. They weren't so bad. They knew how to have fun, at the very least. Some of the other ones were more questionable, but there were people he could work with - it wasn't a lost cause.

 

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Charlie Jameson

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Charlie was glad that Norah was planning on coming to the party. Her reminder that she wouldn't be drinking was expected, but it didn't bother Charlie. While it would probably be funny to see her drunk for the first time, he saw it as being more of a "to each, their own" sort of thing. Whether she planned on drinking or not, it was her company that he was more interested in having.

When the food came out, looking just as good as it always did, Charlie realized just how hungry he was. They had only been sitting in the restaurant for a few minutes but being surrounded by the smell of food, and seeing it being handed out to fellow customers, had only accelerated his body's calls to have some of his own. He was happy that his body hyped it up though, because it made those first few bites of the food taste all the better. He stopped stuffing his face only for a few seconds when he realized that Sila had texted him. His face light up with happiness at the sight of her name, and he quickly texted her back.

To: Sila
Can't help it that everyone loves me

To: Sila
Lol jk but yea AJ said you guys were free and it worked out perfect bc my friends are coming over tonight. My parents are out of town for the weekend so don't tell your parents you're coming to my place or else I'll be killed lol

Charlie and Sila's parents had a friendship that went way back to before the kids were born, and Charlie had known Sila since childhood through that. While they were friends, and fairly close friend's by Charlie's definition, he also respected her place on the social ladder compared to his accordingly. Because Sila was a childhood friend and therefore her "wow" factor for being cool had never resonated with him as much as the people he only knew through being the cool kids, he didn't have to proudly announce every text he got to her, to seem cool within his own group.

He resumed eating and listened to Alaina and James bicker, with Alaina's comment about the cookies bringing a smirk to his face. James had set himself up for that one, and if Charlie's mouth hadn't been full, he would have told him that. He washed down some water as he looked to them, "I'm gonna need you two to have a nice Kumbaya moment because there will be no fighting at my party. I don't need any of that bad energy in my space," he said, theatrically circling his hands around his head as if there was an invisible bubble there to protect him. "Seriously, you guys wouldn't even be able to guess what I have in store for you. It's gonna be sick!"

 

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