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Sadie Ann King​

Location: The living room
Mood: tipsy
Interactions: Finn, Kyungsoo, Minnie, Juno
Mentions: Milos
Tags: Kipsy MoxxyMoxx Maree

It didn't take Sadie long to find the better alcohol in the cupboards and to create a red wine and vodka sangria. Sadie looks over to her brother who is busy pouring yet another glass of whiskey and shakes her head.

"Don't drink too much, I really don't want to have to call mom and dad tonight and explain that we're at the hospital getting your stomach pumped." Sadie half teases, half warns. Finn rolls his honey brown eyes.

"Yes mother." Finn jokes, twisting the cap back on to the bottle. Sadie watches as her brother retreats quietly to the kitchen, being his quiet and lonesome drunk self. Sadie shakes her head and takes a sip of her drink. She wasn't entirely sure how her brother feels about the whole moving situation and the two had barely spoken since they arrived. Sadie frowns, furrowing her brows together. She hoped he was okay.

Deciding not to worry about him for now and to give him some space, Sadie heads over to where Milos, Minnie, Juno, and Kyungsoo are. Sadie watches quietly as the dare unfolds and Milos scuttles off to the kitchen. Man, Milos had really gotten the short end of the stick tonight in the dares. First a rather colourful lap dance from her brother then a dare to kiss Minnie? That would have been rough and considering the growing blush on his cheeks, he would likely agree. Sadie places down her drink and flips her hair over the top of her head, shaking it out before tying it up into a long ponytail. She picks back up her drink and looks to the group, giggling slightly at Kyungsoo's magical makeup.

"Alright, someone dare me." Sadie challenges with a grin. Sober, Sadie would never have even asked for a dare. But now with a mild buzz on, Sadie decided that there's no harm in at least trying.

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Finn Wesley King​

Location: the kitchen
Mood: intoxicated, calm
Interactions: milos
Mentions: Sadie
Tags: Winona

Finn takes down another mouthful of whiskey as he walks away from his sister, cherishing the burn he feels as it flows down his throat. Finn walks into the kitchen and hops up onto the counter, sitting with his legs dangling over the side. Finn places his glass and the bottle of whiskey down on the counter beside him and places his head in his hands. He cheeks feel warm and flushed, as they always do when he begins getting drunk.

Sadie always worried way too much about him. Its nice to have someone worry about you and he enjoyed the fact that his big sister didn't totally hate him. They have a better relationship than most siblings do but Finn sometimes felt crushed by his sister. Sadie was always smarter, more naturally talented, and constantly worried about him. Finn was the afterthought of talent and he seemed to live in his sister's shadow. He didn't blame her for that in the slightest, it was his parents who pushed Sadie towards success harder than they pushed him. He didn't dislike his parents, they simply didn't get along. Finn growls and picks up his glass, taking another drink. Whenever he got drunk, he somehow got more stressed and quiet than usual. People get drunk to have fun and in order for that to happen with Finn, he has to get to the point of almost blacking out. He has a ways to go.

Finn looks up and brushes a hand through his deep brown hair. He spots Milos enter the room and he drops his gaze, still feeling bad for the whole lap dance situation earlier. Looking back up, he notices a blush on Milos' cheeks and he sighs; clearly he's been embarrassed again. Finn twists the top off the bottle and pours himself another drink before holding the bottle out to Milos.

"Care for a drink, Milos?" Finn asks, his voice raspy from the alcohol and tiredness.

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[MoxxyMoxx]

Juno
Location: Living Room
Mood: More Nervous​

His ears turned red and he inched away from Kyungsoo. "Erm... I wouldn't really like to do that without her full sober consent. I'd rather mess your face up with makeup or pens or something."

His Korean side couldn't believe that he was speaking this way to an older person. Sure, he was only a few years older than him but that didn't matter. He was close to using honorifics but with the majority of the people in the room being very American that would be confusing. Kyungsoo was drunk. It didn't matter right now. He'd use honorifics when they would be producing together or when they were just alone together in general. He wouldn't just call him what literally translated to big brother for no reason. Confusing for the others, embarrassing for himself mentally and not to mention how Kyungsoo would feel knowing someone much younger than him towered over him. No. Best not to mention it.

 

[EricSings]

Evenfall, and still no sign of John. He, who is Anthony's uncle, was supposed to bid him farewell before he departed to the Greg Beach house. Anthony sighs gently, and assumes he is caught up at work or something. He scans his former bedroom with hazel eyes to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Deciding he had everything, he squints his eyes in suspicion that John's cat, Kiki, might be under the bed. He bends over to make sure, and after realizing the furry cat is elsewhere, he leaves the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. Anthony then makes his way to the livingroom where his three suitcases full of clothes are placed by the frontdoor. There are also two duffel bags on top of them, and his shirts and sweaters that are still on hangers are draped over the duffel bags. He grabs his keys off of the wooden kitchen table and begins making trips to his white 2009 Toyota Corolla. Once all his belongings are in his car, his phone vibrates from his back pocket. He pulls the device from his back pocket and reads the text from his uncle.

'I'm going to be here another thirty minutes.'

Anthony rolls his eyes and replies after reading the message.

'Okay. I'll let you know when I get there.'

Now inside the apartment again, Anthony walks to the bathroom that is between his old room and his uncles. He knows he should arrive looking his best. Flipping on the bathroom light, he peers into the mirror and picks up the hairbrush on the counter. He brushes strands of dark brown hair from his eyes, and then sets the brush down. His torso is covered by a lavender-colored long sleeve shirt, and he is wearing his newest pair of darkwash Levi jeans that fit his legs nicely. A simple grey belt matches his grey Vans, and after looking himself over in the mirror once more, he believes he is ready to go. A feeling of nervousness washes over him, but he is mostly excited to meet the other individuals and potentially be one step closer to being a voice actor. He realizes there is a lot of work to do, and he has a lot of professional people to meet and impress if he wants to voice act in a movie or video game. The young man looks at himself again before turning off the light and entering the livingroom.

Meow.

"There you are, Kiki!" he exclaims, kneeling over to pet the adorable Persian cat. "How I will miss you." Using his nails, he softly scratches Kiki under her neck. Anthony puckers his lips to kiss her on the head, then makes his way outside, noticin. He locks the door, and gets in his vehicle. After starting his Corolla, he brings up the map route and begins driving to the Greg Beach house. While there are several aspects about this neighborhood he will miss, he certainly won't miss all of the loud neighbors at his old apartment.

Anthony sings along to a Selena Gomez song on the radio during his drive. He begins to wonder about who he will meet and the hardships he might face. After nearly thirty minutes he finds himself at his new home, and turns off his car. It was now completely dark outside, but there was a well-lit path that lead to the front door. He breathes deeply, excited to be living so close to the ocean. The young man then opens his trunk and back doors to bring his belongings to the front door. Once everything is by the front door, he takes a while to find the right key. He eventually does, and opens the door.

"Helllllllooooo?" he calls out, bringing his suitcases, duffel bags, and clothes inside.

 

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Natasha

So far the house wasn't too bad, though she'd really only found two people she could see herself befriending, and luckily she'd managed to claim Valerie as her roommate so she knew she'd have a tolerable roommate and not end up with someone like Ana. Maybe it was too early to judge the blonde so harshly, but the actress' arrogance just got on her nerves and she had no desire to get to know her better. At least there were plenty of attractive people at least, she had plenty of ways to entertain herself at least, though she was sure that would leave to inevitable drama between housemates.

The Truth or Dare game had gotten interesting and everyone was incredibly drunk and loud, so the brunette had decided to take a break from the noise and clear her head in the kitchen. It was overwhelming to be living with so many people at once, it was even more people than she'd dealt with on the tour bus, but at least a much bigger space. She hoped that Greg could get her a band soon, hopefully she'd be able to make enough money to move out of this crazy house by the end of the year. Natasha wasn't exactly a people person, and she didn't see this place being good for her peace of mind.

One of the guys walked in looking incredibly overwhelmed and definitely drunk. Natasha thought he was kind of cute, and so far he didn't come off as an egomaniac like most of the guys in the house. Liquor tended to make her more social, and she found herself striking up a conversation with him for some unknown reason.

"So, how long do you think it'll take for someone to break something?" She joked, knowing this many drunks in one place wouldn't end well. Especially with this many big personalities she was sure there'd be plenty of conflict in the house, herself included. Natasha often came off as rude or condescending, it wasn't like she meant to she just wasn't good with people and often said what was on her mind without thinking it through.

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[Winona]

Milos

He was surprised to see a girl already in the kitchen when he stumbled his way in. Milos was prepared to just scoot his way on back out, but then the girl started talking to him and he decided that, well, it wouldn't hurt to stay in here and talk to her. He laughed at what she said, leaning awkwardly against the island counter, and was probably laughing way too loudly. The alcohol was not affecting him in the best ways. Drunk Milos got loud, he got friendlier, he got... more stupid. Well, more naive, not stupid.

"I am surprised nothing is broken yet." He said with a little bit of a chuckle. Actually, that was true. Limbs had been flying all over, and Milos had heard that some girl had thrown a shoe at some dude earlier. At this rate, the house was going to be thrashed by morning, everything would be broken, and there would be concussions and black eyes galore.

"Oh, ah, my apologies." Milos held out his hand with an apologetic smile. "I am Milos. It is a pleasure to meet you." His smile widened more as he introduced himself, his eyes crinkling up a bit as he did so. What? It was cute. In a cute crinkling way. And thankfully, he was drunk, so he didn't even feel that nervous being in the presence of this girl. Because she was... beautiful, and she kind of took his breath away. And Milos typically wasn't starstruck by beauty, usually just really bad jokes and cute dogs.

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Anastasia

Ana rolled at the other girl's question. So much for a dare. She picked her cup back up, swirling the liquid around for a moment. "I didn't realize that it was a crime to brood." Anastasia replied with a smirk, and then tipped the cup back and finished off the drink before setting it back on the table. Once done, she winced, shaking her head for a moment to try and get rid of the disgusting taste. Well. She wasn't super worried about how it tasted, and was more worried about the after effects.

"Sorry, it is a party. I guess I need to get up and have fun, right?" Ana said as she stood up from the chair, stretching her arms above her head for a moment before she turned to Zoe, clasping her hands behind her back now. "So tell me, O Queen of Partying, what must I do to please you?" Okay, so she was being bitchier than usual, but whatever.

Anastasia was stressed, exhausted, and questioning her very existence and even being here. This wasn't the time for some stranger to come over and try to convince her to party or question her brooding tendencies. This was the time for her to sit alone, and mope in peace and quiet while judging her roommates. Was that too much to ask?

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