Realistic or Modern L O L

[d a n g e r]

L O L

PLT

It’s Senior year. Our final year. And we’re not ready--well, not yet, that is. Our group has yet to settle the dramas and prolonged arguments with our parents, as well as the momentary lies hidden within the core. But for now, we plan to enjoy our final year. Our last year. Romance, teenage peer pressure and rebellion are certain in the foreseeable future… Now, if only we could figure out how to get our parents off of our backs about colleges and just forget about the future so we can live in the present.

To start off the Senior year, The Hippy has decided to throw a celebratory garage party to congratulate how far her and her friend’s have survived High School. However, with all the dramas and grunges carried over since Junior year, perhaps everything won’t be as smooth as everyone had hoped. This party could either make or break this group of timeless friends, nonetheless, they have yet to look forward to what interesting things Senior year has to provide for them.

RULS

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+Can only have 1 role per person
+Drama will only be allowed IC, not OOC.
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ROLS

MALES:

The Musician[OPEN]:

Admittedly, he has a moderately big crush on his bestfriend, the Hippy. However, he finds it impossible to make any romantic progress with her as she is going out with The Flirt--another one of his bestfriends since kindergarten. He has a strong passion for all genres of music, might it be classical to metal or soft pop to rock. His fingers can play almost every instrument inside the music room, plus he constantly attends music concerts (inviting his friends as well), but fails to impress his parents. They are seen to be disappointed with his ability and try their utmost to keep him away from the music industry. Also, his favourite instrument is his guitar to which he hides on the stairwell of their apartment.

The Flirt[TAKEN]:

With the majority of the females of the student body under his foot, The Flirt can get anything he wants when he wants, he even managed to score The Hippy, regardless of how terribly matched the two are together. Nevertheless, a lot had changed for him over the Summer. For example, he had hooked up with The Posted, but still continued with his relationship with The Hippy, though he doesn’t know exactly how much time he has left as The Expelled caught the two in the act. But as long as The Flirt can deliver favors to The Expelled, his secret should be safe. Although, who knows… The Posted could, in the end let the secret slip purposely. Now that would surely ruin everything.

The Athlete[TAKEN]:

Pressure is amidst this boy as his parents are repeatedly telling him to not screw this last year up as he has been offered a scholarship to the University of Florida. So for this year, he has planned to be careful with the authorities and stay away from any illegal activities. Of course, his sports are important to him, but nonetheless, his girlfriend (The Rebel) is his priority. Even though they have a very on and off relationship, mostly because of his timidness and her adventurous attitude, they do often take their time apart but soon come back together to continue their relationship as a whole. For the time being, their relationship is “off”.

The Weirdo[TAKEN]:

Every group has one. The Weirdo. Despite that key fact, this weirdo isn’t like all the others. He is the social butterfly of the group, everyone knows him and he knows everyone because of his weirdness. He’s the guy who gets the group invited to parties and is seen as the crazy, melodramatic, dumb, party animal that every party should accompany. But for that, he had lost his virginity to The Daydreamer in the summer and can’t seem to stop following her around--and ‘surprisingly’ she doesn’t want him to follower her. But for all that, he has the delusion that she does want to be with him, perhaps she just needs a little nudge to embrace how ‘special’ of a personality he wields.

The Expelled [TAKEN]:

Boy oh boy… Is this guy the daredevil, plus undermining, devious sinner of the group. He was expelled, hence his label, and doesn’t at all regret it. He’s enjoying life without classes, teachers, being told what to do and as sure as hell couldn’t care less for his unclear future. It is your decision for what he was exactly expelled for so have fun with that! His twin,The Innocent makes up for his behavior, plus provides somewhat hope for their parents as in their eyes he’s seen as the “failure” of the family, even so, that doesn’t stop a guy like him to stop his bad habits and change his life around. He is considering to tell The Hippy about The Flirt and The Posted’s hookup at her party so keep that in mind.

FEMALES:

The Hippy[taken]:

Dating The Flirt, The Hippy has a lot to be anxious about. Any moment, he could break up with her for another girl, and coincidentally, she has been noticing reluctance from her boyfriend… Anyway, she has a unique fashion sense along with a unique mind, though she does often light a blunt once her mom leaves the house. Her bestfriend, The Musician has been her bud since Sophomore year and not a day has gone by of him failing to make her laugh. Her other girl friends are The Daydreamer, The Rebel and The innocent--her and The Posted, more or less, don’t get along as The Posted is the ass-licker of the group and has all the boys wrapped around her finger.

The Daydreamer[TAKEN]:

With a strict mom and a missing dad, The Daydreamer cannot wait for this year of relaxation--well, that’s what she had thought until her mom had loaded her with assignments to research about the most suitable colleges in the US. But how can she concentrate on such undesirable things when there’s a new, desirable teacher at the school. Her goal for this year is to somehow seduce this teacher, and this will be done by showing him how mature and intelligent of a lady she is compared to the other students. Alas, she does have The Weirdo holding her back as they, as well, hooked up over the summer, and now he just won’t leave her alone. Nightmare!

The Rebel[TAKEN]:

She’s the outgoing member of the group. Not standing for other people’s shit along with not giving a damn about other people’s shit, that sure, can be seen as a problem, but not for a girl like her. Her parents are unaware to her bad behavior and assume The Rebel will escape High School graduating like no other student, but sadly, they are wrong. Her chances of graduating is 5 to 100. She doesn’t go to classes, her attendance is poor, plus she is slowly but evidently influencing her boyfriend, The Jock. His parents don’t approve of her, which he doesn’t see necessarily, whereas she can tell massively. Oh well, the year is still young and she may stand the smallest chance.

The Posted[TAKEN]:

With the reputation of being the classy slut of the school, The Posted is found to be quite a complex character once you get to know her, sure, rumors pass around the hallways of her “hooking up” with both males and females, but as a matter of fact, that’s not all to her. She is an ambitious woman with quite the smarts who, admittedly gets on better with the males of the group than the females. After her hookup with The Flirt, she now sneaks around with him whenever he’s free and spitefully taunts The Hippy with remarks about her strange appearance. Also, she lives with her grandmother as both her parents had died in a car crash when she was young.

The Innocent[TAKEN]:

She’s a girl pure of heart and an unmistakable sense of direction to how she will control her future. Often underestimated regarding her vices, The Innocent can be quite the troublemaker when she wants to be and has no need to impress nor prove herself to others. Her twin, The Expelled gives her hell at home for how “innocent” and “angelic” she is seen in their parent’s eyes. However, she continues to act with innocence and tends to reject all illegal activities the rest of the group may act upon.

LOVE OUR LIFE

bwi . D O V E Loraenys Neastlarsson JujuBee byeol Nightwisher Azalea

 

[d a n g e r]

JEAN RICKTER

It was a breezy night upon the streets of the vibrant city. Gathers of young teenagers were crowded around the apartment building to where Flora Duff’s party was being held. Jean had only talked to the Flora a few times before, as well as, he wasn't necessarily one for the partying scene. But alas, he has high hopes that Manda would make an appearance. Sure, they were “off” for the time being, but he was sure tonight they would hookup like most nights shared between them.

After a few minutes of thinking how he could get in, he received a text that read: The backdoor. He supposed that that was the entrance for the party? That Flora didn't want strangers in her apartment? Oh well, at least he got the text or he'd have to be waiting around like all the other, already drunk strangers. He made his way to the back of the building, witnessing a couple making out near a pair of garbage bins. Romantic… He thought to himself before jumping into the elevator and waiting for it to rise.

By the time he had reached the correct floor, Jean had found himself in a state of amazement at how overly clustered the apartment was already. And he thought he was early. A sudden turn of shyness overcame him, and he wandered to the side of the room, not wasting a moment to greet anyone. He knew more than a couple people there but, he was waiting for someone else.

Mentioned: Amanda ( Neastlarsson )
Interacting: Anyone

FLORA DUFFEL

Inside, preparing for the short upcoming night, Flora stood before the food table, a turquoise blue balloon in one hand whilst a cheeto in the other. “Think I should spike the punch, Wes?” The girl asked her bestfriend, well, more stated as she'd like to spice the night up a bit. Blue UV lights were paired at the top of the ceiling, illuminating every room the bridge from the main.

She took her phone from within her pocket and sent out the entrance text. In all honesty, she wasn't all that interested in having total strangers smashing everything up in her apartment and somehow having to kick them out. Finishing up the final touches, people were already arriving to the apartment and to Flora’s knowledge, she knew the majority. Taking a bottle of vodka, stolen from her parent’s alcohol cupboard, the girl tipped a quarter of the contents into the bowl of punch.

In the moment, Flora stepped back and began to dance among the others in the center. The night had finally begun and the girl could soon feel her mind drift to her boyfriend, Braedon. Her mind of curiosity could only wonder why he hadn't arrived yet and to what he was doing exactly.

Mentioned: Braedon ( Azalea )
Previously interacted with: Wes ( Nightwisher )
Interacting: Anyone

 

[Nightwisher]

Wesley Donovan

Wesley was standing next to Flora, popping a cheeto into his mouth when Flora asked him about spiking the punch. He hesitated then shrugged. "I mean, it is a party. Someone else is going to do it, might as well beat them to the punch." He gave a small smile at his own play on words before popping another cheeto into his mouth. He had really only come to the party to hangout with Flora, but it would be good to see some of the other people who showed up... at least he hoped so. He really wasn't one for parties, he tended to feel like everyone that showed up had an agenda for being there that wasn't so pure as just 'hanging out with friends'.

When everyone showed up, Wesley sat down on the couch and resorted to one of his favorite past times-- people watching. He looked over the room, imagining what everyone else was thinking about everyone else, and sipped at the punch in his hand. He was surprised that he hadn't seen Braedon yet... Flora's boyfriend and one of his best friends as well as romantic rival, but Wesley didn't really let that last part be known. Braedon was a good guy, so if there was anyone Wesley wanted for his best female friend that wasn't himself, it was his best male friend. Wesley pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and went back to watching the entire room.

Mentioned: Braedon ( Azalea )
Previously interacted with: Flora ( d a n g e r )
Interacting with: Anyone

 

[Neastlarsson]

Amanda Tilda Evertsson​

Amanda walked up the stairs, the heels sounded throughout the stairwell and she smiled at the sound; they were high heels and Amanda’s favourite pair to party in. Paired with it she wore a black little dress and a silver choker. On her head she wore a snapback, she was pretty sure it belonged to Jean, though it might have been misplaced by her father. Amanda loved the sound of heels, the clicking made her happy. Almost everything that made her happy were the simple things in life, life was suppose to be easy.

She walked into the apartment with a smile on her face and party in mind. She loved partying, she loved her music high and her drinks spiked. Without a problem on mind he closed the door behind her and inspected the people dancing; she could see Flora dancing. She liked Flora’s way of dancing, she seemed so much more free when doing it, though almost everyone did. She saw Wesley sitting down, staring at people. Sometimes he could be creepy, but Amanda did not really care. By the side of the room he stood, Amanda walked straight up to him.

“Hi Jean,” she greeted him with, with her left fist she punched him playfully on his shoulder. “Had a good summer?” she asked before leaning against the wall, positioning her body towards the dance floor, but she looked Jean into his eyes.

She missed Jean even if they had been off for a while, or maybe because of it. Even if she could hear others talk shit about it, she really liked having an on and off relationship with him. Sometimes he was to much for her, he had a plan with his life, he never did anything fun; sometimes he was perfect for her, they had spontaneous plans, he was so cute and great in bed. Even if she got the last thing in their off-times, she wanted more. Today was a more-day, she missed him and she thought he missed her too. So when she turned the snapback back she hoped he would recognise it and understand, or she could just tell him which were her plan b.


Mentioned: Flora ( d a n g e r ) , Wesley ( Nightwisher )
Previously interacted with: No one
Interacting with: Jean ( d a n g e r )

 

[bwi]

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Mentioned: Lorelei, Wes, Jean & Amanda

Interacted with: Flora

Previously interacted with: no one

Tagging: byeol Nightwisher Neastlarsson d a n g e r

The night air breezed by, lifting the hair on Austin's forehead. Autumn hadn't quite settled in yet and the tendrils of the summer heat still curled in the air though it wasn't hot. He had managed to pick the perfect outfit for this weather; a simple, loose-fitting black t-shirt with a plaid button down that was open in the front paired with black parachute pants and some beat up boots. He would've liked to have stayed outside, letting the not-quite-autumn-air fill his lungs and kiss his skin but Flora's party was more enticing at the moment. He could see lights flashing from the window of her apartment, illuminating the silhouettes of dancing bodies. People were already congregating outside though he wasn't sure if they were even invited. They didn't look familiar to him... a ding sounded from his phone, pulling his attention away from studying the group.

There was a text from Flora that simply read: the backdoor

Austin's mouth went into an 'O' and he raised his eyebrows. That's smart, he thought as he made his way to the back of the apartment building. It was rare that the hosts of the usual parties he attended cared whether their house got trashed or not.

It took Austin about five minutes to find the right back door. He let out an exasperated breath and pulled it open. Suddenly his senses were buzzing, each one occupied, and for a moment it was almost overwhelming. The bass of the music vibrated through his chest and thrummed in his ears. The smell of sweat and cheap perfumes and colognes filled his nose. But it wasn't anything that he wasn't accustomed to.

He made his way through the apartment, spotting Amanda and Jean as well as Wes but he would greet them later. Right now he was only focused on one thing and that was whether Lorelei would be coming.

"Yo! Flora! What's up?" Austin yelled loud enough that his voice carried above the pounding music and across the room. He pushed his way through the sea of bodies until he reached Flora. Dancing wasn't really his thing unless he was messed up though that wasn't to say he wouldn't dance. He just preferred to watch others, particularly Flora whose eyes seemed to glow while she did it. She looked free and a little bit wild and Austin couldn't help but watch for a moment before speaking.

"Is Lorie coming?" he asked her, his eyes widening in anticipation of Flora's answer.

@Kumari​

 

[JujuBee]

Braedon West and Rosalind Van Allen.​

It was dark, yet the city was awash with light. The light that flickered about the apartment where which Flora Duffel was holding her celebratory ‘garage’ party. But Braedon (and Rosalind for that matter) was far from those lights, far even from the suspicious eyes and judgments of the general populace. It was dark, yet Braedon still found the curve of Rosalind’s cheek amidst all the clutter and chaos of the backseat of his car. Leaning in to take another taste of her lips, Braedon breathed in her fragranced scent and pushed away those inevitable thoughts of Flora, waiting inside.

A small giggle would fill the car, just slightly louder than the sultry filled music that had flowed throughout the vehicle. Her giggle would come from Braedon’s actions at the feel of him pulling her closer for the kiss. She’d comply, pressing her lips against his. Her manicured fingers would lightly trail across his shoulders, caressing him. When they parted, Rosalind would trail kisses down his neck, her fingers now trailing further down, enjoying the feel of his hot skin against her own. They would rest on his stomach, and she’d enjoy the feel of his abs. The thought of the party- and who was hosting it- had drifted through her mind a few times but as of now, she had no desire to go.

Tilting his head back to allow the release of the softest of moans at her ministrations, Braedon allowed himself a couple of moments of rest, simply enjoying the press of her skin against the flesh of his stomach. Flesh on flesh, heartbeat on heartbeat - the most primal of desires yet arguably the one most satisfying once enjoyed, Braedon had come to understand.

Of course, he could always find solace with his girlfriend, but he’d found the pursuit of one partner to satisfy those primal urges a less desirable course. After all, why settle for one when he could have so many more? And his reputation only made this an easier task. A soft sigh was uttered from his lips as his thoughts once again crept to that party - that damned party Flora just had to throw. And for what purpose apart from flinging him together with all of those detestable people?

Frustration knit his features as his thoughts sprung too that creepy expelled kid - tricky Alec - with his slippery mistruths and misconceptions, threatening to unravel everything he’d put between himself and Flora just because of one night he’d overseen. Well, more then one night he thought with a wry smile in Rosalind’s direction.

Rosalind would finally look up at Braedon, having taken his sigh before as a signal to keep going. However to see the smile he was giving her had thrown her off momentarily and she’d sat up, letting her hands run further down.

“What?” She asked, her lips pulled into a small frown and her brows furrowed slightly though her tone would hold a hint of curiosity to it. Steadying herself, she sat back down on him, leaning against the seat to stare at him. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like a goofball with that smile?”

A ghost of a smile would flicker at her lips over her small tease as she pushed some offending hair behind her ear. In those few seconds, she would take a moment to give him a once over. Like Braedon, she’d always found fun jumping from bed to bed. Partner to partner. So to be in the backseat of his car wasn’t anything new. If anything, it seemed as though it was becoming… Normal. That thought bothered her to an extent and she wasn’t sure as to why. But now wasn’t the place nor time to think about some philosophical shit like that. So she would instead, let her eyes trail over the young man under her, waiting for his response with a raised brow.

Her words elicited a chuckle from the so-called Flirt, Braedon meeting her eyes to fire off a quick reply of -

“I’ve heard much better things about this smile. And considering this ‘goofball’ was able to get you into bed with him, I mean ..” he trailed off, deciding to leave it at that.

There was a pregnant pause for a couple of moments more, Braedon using the time to retrieve his phone from within his pant pocket. It was alight with notifications, innocent wonderings of his whereabouts. Flickering it off quickly as his eyes crept to a particularly bothering message, Braedon allowed the phone to slip from his fingers, back to the ground. He met Rosalind’s eyes once more, leaning in to steal another kiss - although this one had an air of finality about it.

He liked Rosalind for not only the appeal her physical form offered, but also for her unspoken omission when it came to the matter of there … er … affair. Of course, he’d never received any assurance on her part where it concerned news of their interactions meeting Flora’s ears, but he assumed neither of them would benefit from such a secret being released.

Corporeal desires satisfied, Braedon juggled the usual farewell speech mentally. Would Rosalind appreciate a “Well, this was fun?” or a “We should do this again, sometime (just kidding let’s never speak again)?” as the other girls had preferred? Then again, Rosalind wasn’t a conventional girl as she was someone he’d returned to for seconds, thirds, fourths…

“The party’s a waiting. Assuming you even wanted to attend?”

Rosalind would give him a scoff at his speak of being able to bed her and would lightly tap his cheek.

“Well, someone’s certainly feeling themselves tonight. Cocky. I should knock you down a few pegs…” She’d mumble, sending a tempestuous smile his way before pulling away and giving a small stretch. Her eyes would flicker towards the phone in his hand and she’d give a small sigh. It was time to go back to reality. Flora was probably texting him, wondering why he hadn’t made it yet. She’d give a slight scowl at the thought of the other girl. Flora. Stupid girl. She loved Braedon and was either too dumb to realize a number of girls he slept with behind her back or was too weak to do something about it.

Hell, Rose was in the same friend group and slept with Braedon multiple times yet she still went on naive to anything. There were plenty of times where Rosalind just wanted to walk up to her and spill everything. What had once been something she had no care for trying to share had slowly but surely become something she’d wanted to spill all the time. Almost every single day. Just to see the chaos she knew would ensue afterward. But Rose refused to let herself get riled up over the thought of the main chick. Not now at least.

Her eyes would meet his once again and he’d go in for another kiss which she’d reward him.

“Of course I don’t want to attend. But I would have nothing else to do tonight. Plus you’re kind of my ride.” She would say, reaching towards the car floor to gether her clothes. She’d pause, looking for her bra but would remember she hadn’t worn one. It didn’t go with her dress.

“But don’t worry about taking me home or anything,” She’d say, slipping her dress over her head to pull down. “I’m planning on going to someone else’s home.” Rosalind would have pulled it all the way down now, fixing it up before turning to wink at him. “But if you need me, you’ll know where to find me. If not? Don’t call. I’m probably in someone else’s backseat.”

With that, she’d snicker, turning completely away from him so that she could get her heels on. Once they were on, she’d give a short nod to him and finally climb out of the car. Pulling her dress down some, she'd finally make her way to the party.

Breaking off the kiss to attempt at retrieving his clothes from the miscellaneous places about his car where they were scattered, the flirt paused mid-grab at a particularly confusing train of thought from Rosalind.

“Of course you don’t want to attend a party?” Her words were puzzling ones for Braedon who was oblivious to the palpable tension that flickered between Flora and Rose. Or perhaps he only wanted to be seen as so.

“And here I thought you wouldn’t miss a party for the world.” he half-teased although his words held a hint of true curiosity. Although Braedon would never push the matter. He had enough secrets of his own. Slipping his scarf on and the accompanying plaid button up - his idea of dressing semi-formally - Braedon reached for his jeans and pulled them on.

He wouldn’t be so dumb as to offer Rose a ride, not after all that had passed between them and the implications. All the same, he felt an oddly annoyed twinge in his chest at Rosalind’s assurance that she’d find her way to another person's home. It was a ridiculous notion, if that’s what it was. He had no ownership of Rosalind as she had none of him, and that’s how relationship such as these worked out in the modern world.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he echoed after her half-heartedly, slipping on his shoes. He waited a couple of moments for the clack of her heels to fade into the night before retrieving his keys from where they’d fallen - wedged between the cushion of the front seat. Locking up the vehicle hurriedly and lifting up his phone, Braedon rose from the car feeling oddly stiff yet calm.

He waited a couple of moments more, paranoia tingling through his system for a couple of moments more - Could anyone have seen? Will Flora find out? - all the same, the thoughts elicited were more exciting than truly worrying. Without another thought, Braedon headed into the party. And quickly found both Flora and Rose within the crowd.

Heading towards his girlfriend of more than a few months, Braedon locked his arms around her waist before pulling her into a deep kiss.

Rosalind Van Allan

mood: -Sultry... On the hunt

location: behind the apartments

Braedon West

mood: calm

location: behind the apartments

 

[byeol]

mentions: austin, flora || interactions: austin || attire: (x)
A heavy sigh exited the girl's lips as she arrived at the apartment complex that Flora was known for residing at. She had been wary of spending too much time with her social group since the incident had occurred. Austin was a sweet mutual friend and she had felt horrible when she'd come to the realization of what her actions had meant. However, she had not felt obligated to compensate for her mistakes as she figured he would get the idea sooner or later, even if it meant distancing herself little by little. It would have probably have been a better choice for Letti to stay home from this party to keep a low profile but something about hot bodies pressing up against each other and a chance to blow off steam was just too tempting to avoid. In the past couple of days, all she had wanted to was to drink her pressures of perfection away. As she was approaching the front, which was already packed with buzzed teens raving about how they had been on the VIP list for the supposed small get together. It almost made her laugh, knowing very well that she knew none of the nobodies and she was sure as hell Flora didn't know them either.

Just then her phone buzzed, prompting her to take a look at a text that said "BACKDOOR!". A laugh escaped her lips before she made her way into the party, immediately swamped with the overwhelming sensory experience. The smell of sweat, perfume, spilled punch, and whatever else there was, had come to be a little too familiar for the girl. The clothes she wore were comfortable enough and protective enough to assure her that no one's body perspiration would be against her skin unless she wanted it. Some might have said she was not dressed for a party but there was the perfect balance in her outfit for many occasions and she could care less what others thought. This is what she had decided when she had closed her eyes and picked randomly back at her house. Her ears perked up as the petite girl felt her name be mentioned by none other than her forced upon Romeo as she approached the punch. Her lips pulled into a slight grin as she nodded to Flora, who by the looks of it was already trapped between her boyfriend and the party scene. "Lori is already here." At this point, Letti figured she'd already seen all of him and acting as if she hadn't would have just hurt her friend's feelings even more and so she handled the situation respectively. Her petite frame embraced his taller one with a light hug and a peck on the cheek. "Don't tell me you came to the party just for little ol' me."

bwi : d a n g e r ​

coded by byeol ​

 

[. D O V E]

Getting into the party proved to be a greater hassle than she initially thought it would be. Her family, the prestige Lockwood, refuses to let the ever-important family heiress to take sudden and unnecessary actions. Thus, Abigail had to convince to them to let her party with her peers, leaving a promise that she'd be a good girl through it. Her parents couldn't afford to let their remaining good child stray.

Abigail arrived at the front of Flora's apartment, the chilly night breeze crawling up to her skin as drunkards would look her way. Fortunately, she didn't have to stay there for too long after she received a text saying that the entrance is at the back; the backdoor.

The loud and pounding music grew as the young lady approached the secret entrance. She entered and realized that people were already crowding. If she'd say so herself, Flora knows how to throw a party. The party's participants are mostly familiar faces but Abigail didn't feel like walking up on any of them. She prefers to search the crowd for her closer peers.

Alas, the crowd was the first one to get to her and there were some that approached the girl. Drinks were offered, praises were thrown and Abby could only smile and mumble a small "thank you" at them. Seemingly trapped in the growing crowd gathered around her, the Lovewood's younger twin managed to sport her best smile despite the fact that her mind is slowly drifting into the thought of whether Alec is going to come or not.

She silently wished that her twin won't punch a random guy's face right after stepping his foot in.

X: thinking of Alec [ Loraenys ] ; uncomfortable

 

[Loraenys]

alec lockwood

mood: "lets get into trouble" location: flora's apartment mentioned: flora, abby

Alec staggered in through the back door of Flora's apartment, a handle of Jack Daniels attached to his hand. As he was already quite buzzed; everything hit him in waves as he walked through the door, the music growing louder in his ears, the people walking by him all seemed to be in slow motion. He took another swig as a grin grew across his face.

"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" he screamed in a drunken haze as he merged with the crowd of acquaintances that at the moment were all his best friends. He spent the next few minutes fist bumping, bro-hugging and pouring shots from his bottle into random girls cups.

"Yo! Where's my sister?!" he shouted into the sea of drunken youths as if anyone would offer any insight and he then started to look for her. He knew she was here, he had over heard her begging their parents forever just to let her go. He then finally spotted the back of his twins head and stumbled over to her wrapping an arm around her.

"So they actually let the princess out of the castle, huh?" he teased her, then frowning at her empty hands. "You realize you're at a party, right?" he said reaching over with his lanky arm and grabbing an empty plastic cup from a table and poured a couple shots worth of alcohol into it and handed it to his sister. "Or are you too chicken?" he said with the arch of his eyebrow.

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[d a n g e r]

Mentioned: Alec ( Loraenys )

The boy found himself in a state of relief once his eyes had rested on Manda. After all, you could never tell with the girl where she may or may not be in a circumstance, he just had to hope. Plus, from what he had experienced, hope had normally got him in and out of a lot of both positive or negative situations. Smirking to himself, Jean looked up from the floor to see the girl’s bright eyes staring back at his. He rubbed his arm, to pretend as if the punch hurt, though it really hadn’t.

“Hello, Manda.” He greeted, his eyes sliding up and down her outfit. God, how much I want to tell you how beautiful you are… As an act of pure reluctance, the boy chose to drag his gaze back up to her eyes.

Their “off” status was quite painful for him, considering situations alike the current. He tilted his head to one side then the other, revealing a slight frown. “It was alright, I guess. My parents loaded me with work and haven't stopped chasing my ass…” He trailed off, not particularly knowing if bringing his parents into the subject was the best decision. After all, they were the ones to fault for the couple’s erratic relationship.

His eyes diverted to the explosive entrance Alec had made. He didn't approve all that much of the guy as for his carelessness and independence. Even so, he couldn't help but envy him for those particular reasons. Jean purposely nudged his shoulder against Amanda’s lightly - as if to show her he understood her Snapback turn. “Wanna talk about your summer in another room?” He asked, tilting his head to the side so he could look at the girl. He waited for her answer.

Interacting with: Manda( Neastlarsson )

Mentioned: Wes, Austin ( Nightwisher ( bwi )

To the sound of Austin’s voice, Flora whipped her head around almost instantly to his attention. She wore a giddy smile, plus her eyes continuously gleamed with excitement and energy. The girl almost treasured times when it would be just her and the boy. I mean, why not? They were both tranquil, and worry-free souls who just loved to experience a good time. “Hey, Austin!” She greeted, smiling wildly. Her hands wavering in the air whilst her feet tapped to the beat.

“Lorie? Lorie, Lorie, Lorie, Lorie.” Flora repeated the name, processing his question perhaps longer than a normal functioning human being should have answered. “Yeah, she told me she could make it!” Finally replied the girl, swaying her head from one side to the other. Her eyes intently surveyed the room, noticing the many more people who had arrived. Wes, sat upon a couch at the side of the room. It would be incorrect to describe him as “lonely” because Flora knew how much he enjoyed watching people. He always did ever since they were youngsters.

Just as she was going to move next to Wes on the couch to keep him company, shortly a firm yet distinctive touch snaked itself around the girl's waist and shortly after she was greeted by an intense kiss. She had to only guess that it was Braedon to whom she had the delight of kissing. Her hands went to match either side of his neck, her lips savouring the sweet taste. After a couple of lasting seconds, Flora disconnected their lips and looked up to the boy, her blue eyes curious. “Where have you been, Brae?”

Interacting with: Braedon( Azalea )

 

[Nightwisher]

Wesley Donovan

Wesley spent a good of the first half of the party on the couch, watching Flora dance, watching other people dance, watching as people mingled. The conversations people were trying to have over the sound of the music, the movement people made on the dance floor to the rhythm, Wesley gently patted his legs with his hands to the beat of the music in his own head the fit the scene and not the actual music playing through the speakers. Wes felt him self smile when he noticed Flora was heading in his direction, but he just gave an awkward nod and looked away when Brae pulled her into a kiss. That was when he saw Rosealind not far off. Wesley looked down at his watch, eyebrows furrowed and felt a stone in his stomach. Really, Braedon... before the party... fuck, man. He thought. Wesley could hand his two best friends dating despite his feelings for Flora, but it was much harder to swallow Braedon sleeping around-- after all, Wesley knew what it was like to be on the other end of that, to be in Flora's shoes. But right before Flora's party? Of course, this was just speculation, Wesley didn't know for sure that Braedon and Rosealind had actually hooked up before hand, but he could guess at that was bad enough.

Wesley's train of thought was cut off when he saw Abigail Lockwood, a beauty in her own right, but Wesley wasn't interested in her. She was fun, and he enjoyed talking to her, but he enjoyed her brother a little more. Wes pushed himself to his feet and made his way over to Abigail to ask if her brother was coming when he heard someone scream "let's get this party started". He grinned, not needing to any other confirmation that Alec had finally arrived. "Hey, man!" Wesley greeted, Alec as he finally found his way through the crowd and to the twins. "Abigail, joining the fray once again, I see." He said pointing the cup, but it was only to make conversation and to not be rude by only saying hello to her brother. Wesley had his own cup in hand, a mix of whiskey and ginger ale. "How you been?" he turned his attention back to Alec. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

Mentioned: Flora ( d a n g e r ), Braedon, ( Azalea ), and Rosealind ( JujuBee )

Interacting with: Abigail ( . D O V E ) and Alec ( Loraenys )

 

[JujuBee]

Rosalind Van Allen.

The thumping of the music was something Rosalind could feel the moment she reached the doorway to the apartment. The music would only get louder as she got closer and closer to the said apartment and a small smirk would flicker onto her face, her desire to dance only intensifying. Sure, she didn’t particularly like the host of the party but everyone else was going to be there and she wanted to have fun.

Mood:
Mischievous

Location:
The party

Outfit:
Just a little something

Interacts with:
Jean d a n g e r
Amanda Neastlarsson
Wesley Nightwisher ​

So fun was what she would have as she walked into the party, letting her eyes flicker over the already dancing bodies in the crowded home. Then just like that she’d hop right in, letting the music take control over her senses as she shimmied and swayed. Her dress would hike up every few minutes from the dancing which she would use as her flirtatious tease, looking people in the eye as she pulled it back down. She needed a ride home and one of these lucky stars would get the privilege to do that.

As she made her way around the party, taking sips from the cup she’d grabbed minutes earlier, she’d see a few familiar faces such as Austin’s and Lorelei’s and would make a mental note to go bother the two later on. The face that would catch her attention though would be her closest friend of the group, Amanda. Of course Jean would be right there next to her when she reached her friend. Last she checked they were ‘off’. Maybe that would change now?

She would catch the last part of their conversation as she looped an arm around her friend's shoulders. “Don’t keep her for too long. I want some attention too.” Rose would say to Jean, giving him a fake pout before looking at Amanda. “You certainly need to find me after you have your fun with him too.” She’d say to her best friend, her eyes flickering up and catching those of Wesley’s. She would send a wink his way, blowing a kiss in his direction before deciding that just doing that wasn’t enough. It was time to be problematic.

Rose would give Amanda a small squeeze before pulling way, her line of sight on her first victim of the night. Lovely, little, Wesley.

 

[. D O V E]

The sudden feeling of something resting on top of her shoulders made Abigail turn her head and meet the gaze of her twin brother, Alec Lockwood. Thankfully, there was no punching a random guy's face involve but he did made an obnoxious entrance.

With her face shifting into a frown and her gaze lingering on the offered cup now settled peacefully in her hands, the younger twin shook her head, "I'm not being a chicken, I just don't drink." she reasoned out. Truth to be told, this young lady had always been bad with alcohol. One full cup or so of said drink and she'd be acting like a madwoman.

Yet her twin's arched brow seemed to mock her and the expecting cheers of the people around them fueled her to accept his challenge. Well, not exactly the whole challenge but only a part. "I suppose a little won't hurt." with her eyes fixed on her twin, she slowly drew the cup closer to her lips and drank from it. The bitter taste swirled on her mouth and she could already feel that this was a bad idea.

"There, are you happy now?" she retorted to Alec. The effect of the alcohol was slowly kicking in her system and she could feel her mind ring ever so slightly. Yet she still noticed that someone came up and not a few seconds later she realized it was Wesley, she nodded at him as a sign of acknowledgement.

X: Alec & Wesley [ Loraenys Nightwisher ] ; going drunk

 

[Loraenys]

alec lockwood

mood: party time location: flora's apartment mentioned: abby, wes, flora, braedon, rosalind

Alec scoffed at his sisters tiny sip of alcohol that she took. "Now that is what I call alcohol abuse." he said taking the cup out of her hand and finishing the shot himself. Not wasting a drop then quickly turning around to a familiar face, his long time close friend Wes.

"Wes! How are you doing, man?!" he said pulling him by one arm into one of those bro hugs that all guys seemed to do. The alcohol was really hitting him now, he was well on his way into belligerence. "I've missed you bro! Just the same old shit man, my dads been a dick, but I've just been living life to the fullest this summer." he answered the boy once he was asked back how he was doing. While he was quite drunk, he still wouldn't let go of his act, another night, another opportunity to get into trouble.

His eyes drifted across the room till his eyes caught Flora on the near by couch locking lips with her manwhore of a boyfriend that he caught hooking up with Rosalind a week ago at her party. It was time to stir up some trouble. "I'll catch up with y'all in a sec, I'm going to pay the hostess a visit." he said parting ways and walking up to the couple.

"Well hey there, you love birds." he said approaching them with a sly grin. "You sure know how to throw a party Flora, it's way better than the last one I was at. Isn't it Braedon? I believe I saw you at that party last week, right?" he said blatantly and boldly blackmailing Braedon to his face.

d a n g e r Nightwisher JujuBee . D O V E​

 

[Neastlarsson]

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Amanda Tilda Evertsson​

Amanda and Jean’s parents had never really worked, and sometimes she blamed them for her and Jean’s loss of relationship. Though they had made a really good job at raising him. She almost told him about her summer, about the rain in Sweden and the long days her father tried to make her work. She deemed the summer boring, so instead she listened to Alec bombarding into the apartment. He was wild and young and free, everything she wanted to be, but she smiled for herself; even if her summer had been boring she was back now and Jean was here, and Rosa, she added in her thought process when her best friend’s arm was looped around her shoulders.

“I’m all yours, soon” she told her friend Rosa before she disappeared again.

Amanda turned herself fully towards Jean and with her flirty smile she took a hold around his waist and started walking towards Flora’s bedroom door.

“You know, I think we maybe we should”, her words just as vigorous as her steps. She turned her thoughts away from family, and onto Jean. She was happy to see him again, and she knew he was happy to see her.

Mentioned: Alec ( Loraenys )
Previously interacted with: No one
Interacting with: Jean ( d a n g e r ) Rosa ( JujuBee )

 

[Azalea]

B r a e d o n W e s t ​

m o o d : annoyed
m e n t i o n: d a n g e r Loraenys . D O V E
l o c a t i o n : flora's party

The kiss was ended momentarily, Flora's blue irises meeting his own hazel ones as she asked the question he'd been dreading as of five minutes ago. Meeting her eyes with what he hoped was distracting coyness, he brought his lips to her ear.

"Does it really matter?"

Braedon had toyed with guilt the first time he'd slept with another girl, but he couldn't bring himself to truly feel the repercussions of his actions. She'd known what she was getting into when they begin dating, and had they ever discussed being exclusive? Excuses aside, he knew the mutual exclusivity was a given, but it was hard to remember that when he was faced with so many other warm bodies. But desires of the flesh were just that, mentally Flora fulfilled all that Braedon could hope for.

He might've said something more in response to her question had it not been for Alec's voice. Irritation immeaditily crept it's way through Braedon's mind, said guy pushing a slightly strained smile to his lips. But he could fault that to nerves. The guy's attempt at subtlety was one Braedon could simply allow to fly right over his head, although he appreciated his discretion.

"Alec, is it," it wasn't a question so Braedon didn't word it as such, "probably not, I don't recall your face."

Pushing a smile to his lips Braedon seperated himself from conversation with the guy as quickly as he could, whispering something in Flora's ear about his getting some air. In reality there was nothing Braedon wanted to breath in more at that moment then a drink. Something to put his senses back at ease.

Sighting Abigail in the crowd, Braedon made his way over. Drawing the cup from her fingers, Braedon clicked his tongue sharply with an amount of disapproving teasing he really didn't feel at that particular moment.

"Abigail Lockwood, drinking? At a party no less? Scandalous." tipping the cup back past his lips, Braedon shut his eyes for the slight buzz to his senses that usually accompanied any alcoholic beverage. He'd finished the cup but there was none. It wasn't enough. Frustration bit at his features for a moment.

 

[bwi]

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Mentioned: Lorelei, Flora

Interacted with: Lorelei

Previously interacted with: Flora

Tagging: byeol d a n g e r

Austin bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for Flora to process his question. Normally he would find her antics amusing and he still did but only to a degree. He was more impatient than anything else.

“She is?” he asked once Flora finally answered but before he could pull his friend into a celebratory hug or even before Flora could respond, a very familiar voice sounded from behind him. He swore he could recognize that voice anywhere. The sweetness of it lured him like a siren song and brought a blush to his cheeks that showed even with the honey color of his skin.

He turned and Lorelei pulled him into an embrace. Her lips brushed his cheek and Austin almost instinctively nuzzled the crown of her head, breathing in the scent of her. He wasn’t used to such affection from Lorelei, certainly not like this, and it left him a bit breathless.

The most he ever got from her after the summer was a vague response to his texts or a rather distant conversation. He couldn’t help but wonder what caused the sudden change but right now it didn’t matter. He had even forgotten about Flora though she was currently preoccupied with Braedon.

“Of course I did.” he said in response to Lorelei’s question, his signature boxy grin spreading across his face. It was partially true-wherever Lorelei went he would go and he didn’t care if it sounded creepy-but it wasn’t his only reason for coming. Everyone knew that Austin couldn’t resist a good party.

He tucked Lori’s smaller frame against his side, an arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders. “I missed you. I mean… You haven’t texted me or anything.” he said, leaning in so that his lips were just shy of brushing her ear. He made no attempt to hide the disappointment in his voice.

@Kumari​

 

[byeol]

xo

interacted // austin ( bwi )
mood // torn
location // flora's party
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LORELEI ROSETTI
The girl felt a pang of guilt at the teen's embrace of sweetness. She could basically feel the affection radiating out of his pores, something that Lori hadn't necessarily felt from any other guy she'd slept with. After everything had happened with Austin, the girl hadn't known how to react. He was her friend and she knew that with his character, which was very much a kind one, things would not work out effectively. The boy wasn't one of the many flings she had experienced before. He was different in the sense that he actually cared about her and to some extent she had cordial feelings towards him as well. She smiled gently, feeling the slightest bit angry at herself when she noticed the tone of his voice. It made her feel like total a-hole.

She simply offered a gentle apology and pressed another kiss to his cheek. "I am really sorry about that, I just have a lot going on with my mom.." It was an excuse but hopefully one that would help ease her into the lie she had set up in those text messages before. Her intention had never been to make him feel unwanted because she did care for him deeply. It was just hard for her to approach him without worrying that she would give in to other temptations and eventually hurt his feelings. Lorelei was selfish that way and she hated every bit of it. Her lips pulled into a tender smile before taking his hand in hers, pulling him gently toward the middle of the room.

"Will a dance gain your forgiveness?" For the first time every she felt tingly inside, the softness of his hand in hers sending small tingles down her neck. It was different to have the guy be happy with her rather than the other way around. No one had ever treated her and cared for her the way Austin did, and maybe that's why she was so torn. He was the picture perfect example of everything she needed, so why couldn't she put her temptation aside and just give in to him completely. Hopefully time would help her understand and give her a new perspective, but for now she would enjoy the love he gave to her. The first action being a small press of her lips to the exposed area on his neck. "Unless you don't want to forgive me?"

 

[bwi]

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Mentioned: Lorelei

Interacted with: Lorelei

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Tagging: byeol

The last thing that Austin had expected from Lorelei was an apology and, even less, another peck on the cheek. He was reluctant to think of all this attention as being the new norm but he couldn’t help the warmth that flooded his chest at the fact that Lori was nestled against him and she wasn’t pushing him away.

“No, it’s ok.” he murmured, his lips lightly bumping the shell of her ear. He honestly could stay like this forever but he was afraid of going too far. He didn’t think he could bare it if she pulled away.

Austin moved back slightly, keeping his arm around her shoulders. He kept his face a distance from hers though it was still on the verge of invading personal space. For a moment, his eyes met Lorelei’s and his breath hitched. What he really wanted to do in that moment was kiss her but he refrained.

“What happened over the summer… It meant something to you, right?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Austin looked away, unable to hold her gaze. He really hadn’t planned on asking the question that had been eating away at him. He had always been too shy to ask it before but now, seeing Lori in person, Austin found it difficult to hold back.

After a second or two, before Lorelei could even respond, Austin tensed, realizing that maybe he didn’t want to know the answer to that question. And, anyway, they shouldn’t be talking about this here. Not at a party where they should be having fun instead of feeling guilty.

“Hey, you want a drink or something?” he asked in an attempt to change the subject. “We should really get drunk so, you know, we can forget that ridiculous question that I totally didn’t mean to ask.”

@Kumari​

 

[byeol]

xo

interacted // austin ( bwi )
mood // nervous
location // her car
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LORELEI ROSETTI
Her cheeks filled with a light pink color as his lips brushed over her ear, a soft smile gracing her lips once more. He was so sweet that it was almost toxic, exactly what a doctor would advise you to stay away from. It made her wish she could physically capture this moment before she found a way to ruin it like she always did. As much as she wanted to try to make this work, she would always do something to screw up the good in her life. That's why instead of actually carrying things out she lived in her daydreams.

Everything was fine until those dreaded words escaped Austin's sweet lips. Her heartbeat all of a sudden began to race as she thought of something she could say that would be neutral and not hurt his feelings. She shifted slightly, all of a sudden giving a nervous laugh. "Wow, it's super hot in here.." His offer came like a blessing, giving a slight nod. "Yeah, I'm parched.." However, she thought of the promise she had made to her mother to keep herself out of what had started to become a problem with the alcohol.

She was tempted to accept any drink anyone was willing to push on her, but right now she was trying to fight that. Instead, she simply offered a wave of her hand. "Just water though, thanks.." If she wanted to be mature she needed to stop running away from her problems and clean up any messes she had made for herself, even if it mean confronting her biggest dilemma of all. Lori brushed her hand against his cheek. "I bet it's like ninety degrees cooler in my car, I can wait out there for you." From what she had observed the boy probably knew which car she was talking about.

With that she pushed through the crowd, dodging a few spills here and there before nodding to Rose on her way out. The two had a simple relationship, both enjoying the pleasures that the world had to offer without being guilty, or at least that's how it used to be. The cool air hit her refreshingly as she was met with the night, leading herself to her car. She waited anxiously, fiddling with her thumbs trying to think of what to say. She was both scared and relieved that she would finally be able to talk about what had happened that night. Hopefully, everything would turn out okay for the both of them.

 

[Nightwisher]

Wesley Donovan

Mentioned: Rosealind ( JujuBee )
Interacted with: Alec ( Loraenys ) Braedon ( Azalea ) and Flora ( d a n g e r )

Wesley shrugged in response to Alec's inquiry. "I mean, about the same as always." He nodded at Alec's answer. "Yeah, nah, my dad's been a dick too. Still on me about wanting to go to Berklee." Wesley grinned. "Bro, you wanna live it up this summer-- hit me up. Every cool dude needs an awkward sidekick to make them look even better. Plus, we need to chill more anyway." Wesley opened his mouth to ask another question but Alec had seen someone, the hint of mischief in his eyes made Wesley narrow his. He knew that look. Wes looked over his shoulder to find Alec heading off toward Flora and Braedon. "Shit..." he mumbled under his breath and headed after Alec, getting there in time to hear Alec bring up the party from last week. Wesley hadn't gone but he had heard about Braedon and Rosalind's hook up that night. Wesley couldn't help but press his lips together in a small smirk at the look on Braedon's face. Wesley had heard all of Braedon's excuses for why he did what he did, and Wes couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the obvious tension building up because someone was actually calling him out on his shit. Wes dropped his head to hide the smirk and the chuckle despite the fact that it was a useless effort. The musician looked back up when Braedon spoke, and as he was about to walk away Wesley caught his gaze then looked over to where he'd last seen Rosealind and then looked back at Braedon. It was hard to have any sympathy for him being called out. Wesley did feel a bit bad for not being able to have sympathy, after all, Braedon was his friend.
"Hey," Wesley greeted Flora as the awkwardness of Alec's approach and Braedon's departure started to become a little bit too much for him. "How's it going? You, uh, come here often?" he asked with a raised eyebrow trying to cover what had just happened with a stupid comment in hopes to get Flora to smile.

 

[d a n g e r]

JEAN RICKTER

Jean smirked slightly as Rosalind interrupted the couple’s moment. Of course, the boy had no problem with her, even if he became a tiny bit more protective over Manda when she was around. Though, who could blame him? The girls’ relationship was incomparable and for that reason, Jean became weary whenever the two were together. In response to Rose, he answered, “I can’t promise you anything.” - which evidently, was another way of saying; can I have my girlfriend--friend back now?

As soon as Rose left, Jean wrapped his arm around Manda’s shoulder, as well as feeling her arms curl up around his waist. With his hand, the boy took a hold of the front of her snapback and removed it from her head before pushing it carefully onto his chocolate brown hair. He purposely faced the cap backwards before nuzzling the lower part of his face into her soft, mousy brown hair. Walking in unison with Manda, Jean gave her a gentle but eager squeeze of her shoulders. “Should what?” He asked, voice muffled as well as knowing perfectly well what she had meant. He just liked teasing her.

The further away from the main room they had travelled, the less audible the music had sounded. Which, would be great as then Jean would no longer have to shout to be heard, although he did think that it probably would be better if the music was blaring if the two were going to hookup. And then the aspect of hoping Flora wouldn’t mind the two hooking up in her bed - though it was Flora. Surely she’d understand.

Mentioned: Rosalind JujuBee
Interacting: Amanda Neastlarsson

FLORA DUFFEL

The girl couldn’t help but become slightly suspicious as Braedon avoided the question like a bullet. Her brows were furrowed even closer together, curiosity feeding into her eyes. She had been wondering to what her boyfriend had been doing over the past few weeks. He had appeared to be distant and constantly distracted… but, Flora and her, kind-hearted self thought none of it. She trusted him. To which for others, seemed like a massive mistake considering Braedon’s status.

To cease her train of thought, the girl was slightly startled to see Alec in all his prime and glory. At a party. Drunk, perhaps? Well, after hearing him talk, her theory had been corrected. Last week’s party? That was Rose’s… “Thanks, Alec, I guess?” Why had Alec gone to Rose’s party? Sure, Flora didn’t own the boy, she knew that, but surely he would’ve considered how she thought about this. After all, her and Rose weren’t the best of pals in the group. Chewing upon the flesh of her lip, she glanced over to her boyfriend to be greeted by a whisper. She had understood the words, although, she hadn’t entirely approved of them. She still had questions, but before she could ask, Braedon had disappeared into the sea of bodies.

Shrugging, Flora shortly after heard the distinctive voice of her bestfriend beside her. And as usual, he was trying to crack open a smile upon the girl’s face, nevertheless, she still wasn’t so much in the mood. “Yep, only on the weekends. How about you, dude?” Rubbing her shoulder before flashing a bright smile to Wes, confirming she was somewhat ok. Even so, from the corner of her eye she had spotted Rose approaching the three. Talk about the devil… “Looks like you’ve got someone’s attention.” Flora pointed out, blatantly scolding the girl whom thought she had every person in the room wrapped around her finger.

Mentioned: Braedon Azalea , Alec Loraenys , Rose JujuBee
Interacting: Wes Nightwisher

 

[Neastlarsson]

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Amanda Tilda Evertsson
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"We should totally look at Flora's curtains, heard they were amazing" Amanda's smile was wide and reached her eyes. She was high on her feelings. She had her friends here, and Jean. She wore an amazing dress and her new pair of heels made her legs look a mile longer. She tilted her head her head against Jean, she breathed in the moment. And then she locked her eyes at the door, and as it was closed her body worked before her brain did.

Amanda pushed Jean against the door, locking him up between it and her own body. She was not much shorter than him in her killer heels, which she found very attractive. She let her hands slip in under his shirt, slowly traveling upwards. Her left foot was placed between Jean's two feet, and her hipbone was lightly hustled against his private area. Her right inner thigh rubbed naked against Jean's clothed, her already short dress shifted out of the way for the act.

"Or you know," Amanda breathed against Jean's neck, "we could do something else?"


Interacting with: Jean ( d a n g e r )

 

[JujuBee]

Rosalind Van Allen.

Mood:Mischievous. Ready to pounce Location:The party ​

Interacts with: Flora d a n g e r Wesley Nightwisher Alec Loraenys​

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Of course in her straight way course to Wesley, he’d go and glue himself to Flora. He was a sick puppy without her after all. What surprised her, however, was the fact that Braedon wasn’t with her. Rose could have sworn he would have been with the girl for the whole night but maybe not? Maybe it was because of Alec, who was standing beside them.

A smirk would play at her lips. Alec, oh Alec. The one who had caught her and Braedon during sexy time. It had bothered her sex partner at the time to no end and she knew Alec was having the time of his life dangling it above his head. Rose, however? She didn’t care. Hell, let Flora find out. The chaos ensuing afterward would be more than entertaining for her. It was one thing for Flora to find out about the betrayal of her boyfriend. It was another thing to learn that multiple people who she trusted knew. Including Wesley.

“Oh someone most certainly did capture my attention. I know you want it to be yours but sadly it’s not.” Rose would respond, stopping beside Wesley as she gave Flora the side eye. She’d give the other girl a once over before giving a small smirk. “Cute outfit.”

She’d turn away, staring at Wesley. “I only came over because he had looked so lonely earlier, sitting on that couch. Like a lost little puppy.” She would lean closer to him, her next words being only for him. “Or maybe even a lovesick puppy? Too sad to see his crush tonguing down someone else?”

Rose would snicker, letting her eyes flicker to Alec. She’d give him a smile, sending a wink his way. “But it doesn’t look like he needs much entertainment anymore. It looks like he’d rather be with friend zone and drunky.”

 

[Nightwisher]

Wesley Donovan

Interacting with: Flora ( d a n g e r ) Alec ( Loraenys ) and Rosealind ( JujuBee )

Wesley gave a smile at Flora. "Eh, I come here every now and then. I'm too cool to be seen here too much, ya know?" he teased. He opened his mouth to say something else but turned his head to see Rosealind approaching them. "Mother fucker," Wesley grumbled under his breath turning away for a moment before turning to face Rosealind with his whole body, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Wait, people actually want your attention? Despite the fact it ends with their heads getting ripped off and you devouring their bodies?" Wesley asked, a look of what seemed like genuine surprise on his face. When Rosealind leaned in closer to him he uncrossed his arms, as she spoke he raised a hand to his chin and rubbed his fingers together for a moment, a signal to most who knew him that he was annoyed on reaching the edge of actual anger. "Too sad? Never. You see, the difference between you and me is I'm well adjusted enough I know when I'm wanted. Even more than that, I know how to stay in my own lane. I could argue that you're a girl, so driving is hard enough for you, but we all know that's bullshit. You just don't give a fuck." Rosealind was someone that Wesley couldn't hold his tongue around, well... not very well at least. As he hadn't crossed over the edge into actual anger, he wasn't being as harsh as he could be. "And the last person I want 'entertainment' from," he put the word in air quotes. "Is a home wrecker." Wesley looked to both Flora and Alec as if to ask: 'am I being too harsh?'. Wesley had no patients for Rosealind, not only because she was Braedon's mistress, more or less, but because he was also projecting his anger from Braedon on Rosealind as Brae was one of his best friends and he really didn't want to be mad at him. Basically, Rosealind was the perfect target for Wesley's anger of the entire situation and due to that Wesley could very easily go too far with his insults and his anger.