Realistic or Modern Misery Business

[User]

ARYA HILLS.

Arya’s lips stretched into a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her confused eyes. It had been a while since the two had spoken, with Arya usually as the initiator and her friend - ex-friend? It was hard to tell at this point - as the one who avoided the conversation. Though, it’s probably difficult to avoid someone if you’re sitting by them. Arya fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket, pulling at some loose string, as she wondered how much of a jerk she’d be if she acted bitter towards Brielle. No, no… She decided, Brielle’s too nice for that. Maybe if she was Elena, maybe, but definitely not Brielle. “Thanks,” the girl replied, fixing her smile so the edges of her eyes turned upward, “You do too. Nice, uh, shoes.” Saving Arya from furthering this awkward exchange, Devon promptly announced the rules and chose the first spinner.

Rowan!! So that’s what his name was. Cain and Arya always tag teamed the guy, messing with him whenever they got the chance, and his reactions never ceased to crack her up. He approached the bottle, cheeks flushed and gaze stuck on anywhere but the people around him. He spun it, and, lo-and-behold, it landed on her.

Seeing how intently Rowan stared at the bottle, as if he was willing it to disappear, Arya knew that she was really going to enjoy messing with him. She slunk toward him, gazing at him seductively. Her fingertips trailed against his skin, traveling up the length of his arms, while a small grin tugged at the edges of her mouth. Despite Rowan being over half-a-foot taller than Arya, he felt so small to the girl. She pressed herself into his warmth, then cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer to her. The kiss only ended when Arya deemed it was long enough.

She tore herself away, her shoulders relaxing into their lazy position, as she flashed Rowan her classic smile. Then, a little abruptly, she exclaimed, “My turn!” with a spin of her heel, then crouched down to the glass bottle. She twirled it, and took a step back, her adrenaline filled body impatient. The girl didn’t worry too much about who it landed on - she was perfectly fine kissing every damn person in this room. Though, when the tip of the bottle landed on Devon, her heart thudded against her chest. She didn’t think of him as anything more than a friend, but still couldn’t help but be flustered at the thought of kissing him.

She made a dramatic bow, offering the other a hand to stand, before helping him up. She didn’t bother with the whole theatrical thing she did with Rowan, and, instead, just went straight for it.

Laughter bubbled from Devon the second Arya leaned in to try and kiss him. “Oi,” she gave a playful pout, and lightly tapped the side of his cheek. If Devon wasn’t Devon and also wasn’t drunk, Arya might’ve been offended. She went in for a second try, but, unable to take the goofy smile that was still spread across his face, burst into a fit of laughter herself and pulled away. “Deeevvv,” Arya groaned, then clapped her hands against his cheeks, squishing his face, “Okay, buddy, on the count of three, right?”

“One, two…” She pushed up on her toes and slowly snaked her hands from off his face, to around his neck, “Three.” She pressed herself into his chest, and planted her lips against his. She kept the kiss for just a little over three seconds, then pulled away. Her cheeks were rosy from a mixture of the beer and excitement.

Returning to her spot in the circle, Arya felt a burning stare on the side of her neck. Giving a quick, casual glance around the crowd, she noticed that Rowan was looking at her. He still seemed a little awe-struck.

Shit. She hoped she didn’t break him.

tags: enigma2 laburnum gold Parallax Keira Winston (mention)​

 

[jasmyn]

Dorian Kingston

p l a y e r / f l i r t

Dorian knew Lilith wouldn't turn down the challenge present to her. If not because of her ego or her refusal to back down then because of his slick mouth. He had managed to strike a nerve, just the way he liked it. To the naked eye, it would seem his words hadn't bothered her in the least but he knew better. He knew her just as well as she knew him and he definitely used that to his advantage. As much as he fucked with her and wanted to hate her though, it seemed impossible. He actually couldn't help but still have lingering feelings for her though he'd never admit it out loud to anyone, including himself. Her comments, also regarding their former sex life, didn't come as a surprise. He knew that when he opened his mouth it would be like lighting a fuse and she was the fucking firework. She put on one hell of a show too as she hit him back, hard.

"Ouch. I'm hurt. I don't recall much complaining about my Axe when I was doing that thing you like...you know where I-," his words came to a halt when he caught her piercing glare. By the smirk plastered on his face, it was easy to tell he was quite enjoying this. Then came the insult...on his manhood?! His facial expression quickly changed, the smirk falling from his face as if it were never there to start. "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? How many guys did you sleep with this summer, Lil? Bold of you to assume I enjoy leftovers," he countered, an annoyed look now replacing the previously entertained one. "Raging bitch isn't really my type anymore," he added. Normally Dorian wasn't one to call a woman a bitch but the simple fact was, Lilith was one. Did he regret it? Maybe. Would he take it back? Not a chance. When dealing with Lilith you had to be willing to play dirty.

Aiden chimed in about the game but his intentions on playing were short-lived when spin the bottle was announced and he had a change of heart. "Go get 'em, tiger," he chuckled, teasing his friend as he left the table. "Looks like it'll just be the two of us playing," he shrugged, watching her carefully as she made her first shot. Of course, she did. She was Lilith. The grin appeared back on his face as he picked up his cup and took a big gulp from it. He took the ball into his hand, thinking up a good enough wager for her. Something that would bother her just enough but not go overboard. "Winner gets to dish out a dare of their choosing. Loser can't say no," he said, just as he took his next shot and making it. "Unless you have a better idea?" he suggested, in case she had something else in mind. He truly just needed more time to think up a good dare if he was honest.

tags: aiden apolla ; lilith summerwine ;

coded by natasha.

 

[laburnum gold]

❝ devon wong. ❞

OUTFIT: xoxo​

TAGS: User enigma2

Devon smiled blearily during Rowan's turn, everything going a little bright and hazy at the edges. He had't drank in a while, and he'd forgotten how enjoyable it was being a lightweight. Doing less to get more was always a good time in his opinion.

He cupped his hands to his mouth and whooped as his bro got the circle's first kiss with Arya.

Devon's little frat boy heart was so proud of that dude and how far he'd come since Rowan started getting inducted into brodom. They'd turn him into a little terror by the end of the year, he just knew it.

Still lightly cheering on as Arya slunk back to her spot, he watched the bottle spin, spin, spin... until it landed on him and the grin that came onto his face felt like it'd hurt his cheeks. Spin the bottle was so good at being dramatic as shit.

Devon put his hands on her's with a flamboyant little flip of his wrists, and unfolded his body to stand in front of her. It felt like they were chest to chest and from his height, he could count all her eyelashes one by one. When Arya leaned in to kiss him, he could see a stray lash on the top of her cheekbone until she got too close and his breath took it away. He couldn't help the giggle from coming out - he hadn't even been able to make a wish yet!

Her tapping his cheek took him away from thinking into all the things he'd have wished for (a cow! the moon! a rocketship!), and nodded entirely seriously and ready for her to land one on him. Devon could only manage a second before his usual grin overtook his very intense efforts and ruined their second attempt at a kiss. Didn't think it'd be him holding up the game, that's for sure.

With his cheeks between Arya's tiny hands, he felt like a sandwich - a beautiful, red in the face, idiot sandwich. He nodded in time with her counts. This idiot sandwich could do it on the third try. His hands held her at the waist as they kissed and he marveled at how itty bitty she was. When they stopped, his smile was back but much less manic than it was before.

He slunk back to his spot, and spun the bottle with an easy flick of the wrist. He felt all kissed out already, but he'd still plant one for the sake of the game. Devon let out a laugh when it landed right next to him to point at Brielle. No drama here this time.

"Back to the good ol' days," he said before turning her face towards him and kissing her where they sat. It was comfortable and wholly innocent, not something that'd normally be at a party like this. It lasted the bare minimum, and he separated from her with a wink. "Just like middle school!"

He arranged himself so that he was laying down on his stomach, head pillowed in his arms and hair loose in front of his eyes. Devon felt like he'd drift away any moment now as he stared at nothing in particular and waited for the next go of things. Maybe something more interesting this time.

❝ the ditz. ❞​

 

[enigma2]

Brielle González

Brielle couldn't help the small chuckle that left her mouth when Arya sat back down at her seat. Rowan looked dreamy after the kiss and it seemed as if he was still in a trance; it was cute if she was being honest. The boy was so shy that she wouldn't be surprised if that was his first kiss so she wanted to refrain from laughing, but she most definitely didn't have the willpower to hold it in. It didn't help that Devon just had to make background sounds, the whole situation was great and distracted her from the fact that she didn't want to be there at first.

When Devon and Arya had to kiss she almost died on the floor right there. Devon literally blanked out before the kiss and it was such a Devon thing that no one could even be mad. Her laughter was short lived because on Devon's spin it landed on her. She honestly couldn't care less about kissing Devon, and that joke about their short "relationship" when they were younger assured her that there was nothing to be worried about. It was short and sweet and before Brielle's worries about who she'd landed on could creep in, Devon had already said something to make her laugh. Middle school, a weird phase that she wouldn't hesitate to go back to now.

After wiping her hands on her white jeans, Brielle took her turn spinning the bottle and it seemed as if it was moving at an agonizingly slow speed for her. Her right palm rested on her neck as the bottle slowly neared Cameron, but kept moving and eventually landed on Cisco. She hadn't even seen the boy earlier and her first time seeing her tonight would be kissing him? How about that for a coincidence. It's not like she had any issues with the boy anyways, it would just be quick in and out, yeah?

She crawled over to the boy and with a burst of confidence that she didn't know she had in her, she took a seat in his lap. Brielle tentatively placed her palms on his cheek, cupping them in her hands before locking her amber eyes with his light brown ones. Before she could chicken out she placed a soft and sweet kiss on his lips, momentarily closing her eyes. She pulled back slowly, opening her eyes and looking over his face for any indication that she messed up. "Nice kiss, really liked it" she said, before bursting out in laughter. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. That didn't sound like me at all" she got out through her fits of laughter.

It wasn't until she noticed the position they were that the whole situation sank in, and even though she didn't hate the kiss it was weird to be sitting in his lap. "Oops, my bad" she said, before climbing off him and placing herself back in her previous position, beside Devon. At least now she wasn't so weary of the game, or maybe it was just the fact that she was comfortable with Cisco. Either way she wasn't all against playing anymore, and any tension she had in her was gone and she felt free.

The Rhodes Manor

Nervous

clothes, shoes

Devon ( laburnum gold ), Cisco ( natsukashii )

coded by natasha.

 

[natsukashii]

Francisco De La Cruz

Location — The Rhodes Manor
Outfit — Click
Mood — Breathless → Curious → Nervous
Interactions — Brielle enigma2 , Cam apolla
Mentions — Devon laburnum gold , Arya User , Rowan Parallax , Marissa _amaranth_

Since the game had begun and the bottle kept glossing him over, Cisco had thought back to when he was in middle school and how he normally wasn’t the first one to get a crack at it (so to speak). He was never that firm of a believer in luck, but back then he had just as much confidence in himself. A lot of the time, he usually kept to himself and didn’t find himself with the opportunity to be on the opposite end of the bottle, regardless if he had spun it himself or was the next person to be kissed. Which, usually it was fine, but there had always been some part of him that wanted to know what it felt like to be chosen by lady luck.

So one could imagine the all-too-familiar dread that crept back in his mind as he watched Rowan get his chance with Arya and then Arya and Devon locking lips as though they had done it plenty of times before. He wasn’t jealous (at least not incredibly so). It was all fun and games, after all. That’s what he tried to tell himself, but hiding the feeling under a smile, the boy snapped out of his self-made distraction just in time to see Devon spin the bottle. Who it landed on drew Cisco’s slanted eyes into a full, widened gaze.

“Brielle,” he muttered under his breath. This was possibly the first time that he’s seen her since arriving at the party. To him, Brielle was always someone who could make him smile. He never understood why she had that effect on him, but in the rare moments he wasn’t able to brighten up a place, if she was around, regardless of how he was feeling, he could always count her bright smile to fill him with genuine joy. She was the sort of person who just made anything better just by being present.

And when she laughed, Cisco couldn’t stop his eyes from locking on her and refusing to leave her sight. Even as she spun the bottle, he didn’t notice who it was it had landed on nor did he think to consider who she was about to kiss. Suddenly, though, their eyes met, and watching her slowly crawl towards him sent his heart aflutter. Cisco hadn’t stopped to consider why she was closer to him. Maybe she had to tell him something?

Cisco had looked down at his lap as a form of a defense mechanism whenever his hearted pounded so swiftly that he had to remove himself from the reason why it pumped repeatedly. It was at that exact moment his gaze was brought to the bottle and he noticed the cap end of it was pointed at him. And now he couldn’t stop thinking about the implications of it. As he tried to process it, he knew it was too late when Brielle positioned herself in his lap.

It’s happening. And with Brielle. Me and Brielle… His mind was practically going crazy right now. After so many unlucky times in the past that made spin the bottle something of a mixed experience for him, here he was literal seconds away from erasing every ounce of dread he had been feeling. Their eyes had both closed at the same time. Cisco ignored the pulsating beats of his heart and the sinking, butterfly-like feeling deep in his stomach. To silence them, he brought his hands up, gently placing them on Brielle’s soft cheeks. He wanted to savor the moment for as long as it would last.

In the moments leading up to her pulling away, he had a lot of thoughts pass through him like a high-pressure gust of wind, his mind flooded with thoughts and emotions, some of which he couldn’t process. When she had pulled away, slowly, Cisco’s lips were still puckered up and it was the sound of her voice that brought him back to planet Earth.

“Y-yeah, it really was,” he found himself saying, trapped in his own daze. His eyes were slanted somewhat but Cisco had the oddest smile. It lasted for only a few seconds, but that kiss had changed his mood. One might even say he was back to his usual self, which since the game started, he’d been in and out of how he normally acted. “Oh..it’s all good! It was great!” In an effort to stop himself, he forced his mouth shut, half-smiling at Brielle as she was back to where she was before. “I guess that means it’s my turn.” Speaking low enough for his own benefit, he leaned forward and placed his hand on the center of the bottle and gave it a decent spin.

The moments that followed were long and painful. He watched as the bottle seemed to take its sweet time to land on someone. First, it was going fast, almost like a blur, but eventually it started to slow down. And then it really slowed. It passed Cisco about three times before it did so once more. It slowed itself in front of him, which prompted Cisco with the thought that he might have to give it a respin, but then it passed him. By mere inches, it stopped in front of Cam.

As a small, audible “oh” escaped his lips, his gaze drifted itself over to Cameron. He didn’t know her that well, only that she and Marissa were really tight, but she was honestly quite friendly and, if he was being honest, very pretty. Cisco got up and walked on his knees inside the circle, stopping in front of Cam. He gave her a lighthearted, if not nervous, smile. He wouldn’t say kissing was one of his strong points, but he wasn’t terribly unskilled, either. He also wasn’t one to improperly do it. If everyone else can put on a show, certainly the class clown was able to do the same!

His left hand caressed her corresponding cheek and he brushed strands of her golden hair that fell over her face. Inhaling nervously, Cisco planted a short kiss on Cam. He felt the heat of the moment consume him as he leaned into it for a few moments. When he realized it lasted way longer than he intended, he pulled away, his heart intensely beating, causing him to repeatedly inhale and exhale shortly. “Sorry. I-I don’t do this often. I hope that was okay…” He chuckled almost breathlessly and returned to his seat next to Marissa. Between the prolonged kiss Brielle gave him and a similar one he just gave to Cameron, Cisco was feeling all kinds of thoughts and feelings, some of which felt brand new.

coded by natasha.

 

[apolla]

CAMERON

Outfit: Click! | Location: spin the bottle | Mood: "Be brave." | Tags: Mari ( _amaranth_ ); Cisco ( natsukashii ); Madi ( jasmyn ); Lamarcus ( fin )

Cameron brushed off the where were you question, using the spin the bottle game as a perfect distraction. They were here to have fun, right? What could be more fun than possibly embarrassing yourself in a game where a bottle chose who you got to plant one on? Cam had played before at some of these parties, but usually, the bottle never landed on her. She didn't think tonight would be any different, but she noticed some hesitation from Mari when asked about the game. For a moment, Cam thought the girl would decline, and Cam honestly wasn't sure she was brave enough to try and play on her own. But then her friend downed whatever was in her cup, and agreed to play. "Yay!" Cam glanced over at Cisco, who also seemed inclined to join them.

Feeling suddenly happier than she had earlier, not to mention braver, Cam made her way over to the spin the bottle group with her friends and plopped down onto the ground. On the other side of the circle sat her brother, but Cam didn't acknowledge him, nor he her. It just wasn't their style, even outside of parties. One of the schools cheerleaders called out to Cisco, motioning for him to join them, but her eyes flicked towards Mari and Cam, inviting them as well. Cam didn't have a problem really with Madi; in fact, they were sort of friends.

Sort of.

There was more than one time in the past few years that Madi hadn't stood up for Cam when she probably should have, which hurt Cam more than she'd like to admit. But between them, they'd never had any bad vibes beyond that, so was it really all bad? Cam wished that Madi had stood up for her during those times, but she also understood that Madi was a popular girl, and had a reputation to uphold. At least, Cam understood to a degree... it just didn't make things easier. Madi seemed to want to make small talk with Cam and Mari before the game started, and Cam wasn't opposed, though she was a little nervous as more people came to sit and play.

The game started, and Cam watched as Devon chose Rowan to spin first. His spin landed on Arya, and their kiss was a sure fire way to start the game off strong. Arya spun next, the bottle landing on Devon. Their kiss was a bit more on the comical side, bringing a grin to Cam's lips as she watched. Devon's spin landed on Brielle, their kiss almost too innocent to belong at a party like this. Brielle spun, the bottle pointing at Cisco when it stopped. Brielle crawled to him and plopped in his lap with much more confidence than Cam would ever have. Cisco reached for the bottle, and Cam was too busy looking around the circle that she missed where the bottle landed, but almost all at once she realized people were staring at her.

"What?" The word automatically popped out of her lips, her head turning when Cisco got on his knees and walked over to her. Her eyes darted to the bottle and her cheeks turned about as pink as her hair as she realized it was pointing at her. "Oh," She breathed, her eyes flicking back to Cisco as he stopped in front of her, giving her a small smile. She returned it, but it was obvious that the butterflies in her stomach were threatening to explode. He reached out to brush some hair out of her eyes before he leaned in, his lips meeting hers. For someone who had a reputation of being a clown, he definitely kissed better than one. Not that she'd know what a clown kissed like.

Damnit, Cam, pay attention!

By the time she shoved her thoughts away he was pulling away, apologizing to her and telling her that he hoped it was okay. "It was great." She spoke softly, her smile still soft and nervous all at the same time. Realizing she was shaking, she cleared her throat and glanced down. It was her turn to spin. Leaning forward, she grasped the bottle and spun it, using the few seconds while people were watching it to try and recover. It spun and spun before finally starting to slow down, landing on Lamarcus.

Feeling her heart nearly stop, she looked up at him through her lashes. They weren't close or anything; in fact, she barely knew him beyond he was her brothers friend. She heard someone snicker and shot a glare at Aiden, knowing it was him. Tearing her gaze away from her brother, she focused on Lamarcus again, watching him for a second before she propelled herself forward, crawling over to him to avoid standing. Stopping on her knees in front of him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. Not very practiced in the art of kissing, Cam drew in a shaky breath and leaned forward, placing her lips on his. To her surprise, they were nice. Soft, even. She grew distracted thinking about how nice they were until she realized more than the allotted time had passed.

Breaking the kiss, she dropped her hand from his shoulder and offered him a sheepish grin, not saying a word as she crept back to her spot in the circle.

coded by natasha.

 

[fin]

lamarcus

Lamarcus sat quietly in his place as he watched the bottles spin, and teens kiss. He leaned back on one arm, and sipped his drink from time to time with the other. The start of the game had definitely been a good one with Rowan having had a go with Arya. He grinned wide as his favourite nerd got (what he figured was) his first kiss. It was a good start to the game with the storyline behind it, and definitely got those around the circle hyped and interested in what would be the next pairing. Lamarcus' eyes followed the spinning glass, this time to Arya and Devon. Then Devon and Brielle. And on, and on, and on. Perhaps it was impatience, but Lamarcus couldn't help but tap his fingers against the floor in anticipation. When was he going to get to go? He, like Dorian, didn't hide his inclination towards girls, and everything that came with it. At least the part he found most fun. It almost didn't seem like he'd be getting a kiss until it was Cam's turn. Oh, sweet, Cam.

Aiden had only met the girl through his close friend in Aiden, and wasn't too aware of much else. Sure he'd buy her a gift here and there, maybe some earrings if he got a decent deal, but he only considered Cameron his sister because Aiden was like a brother to him. Cam radiated responsibility, and innocence, whereas Lamarcus and her older brother were more troublesome, and rash. He almost didn't want to kiss her because of it, he didn't want to change that level of siblinghood they seemed to have-- but hell, this would definitely get under Aiden's skin. For a moment, Lamarcus' gaze turned to Aiden, a Cheshire smirk creeping onto his lips, enough to make Aiden aware of his intentions. And then, he turned his sights to Cameron.

Lamarcus had honestly planned to go easy with the kiss, and not pass the allotted 3 seconds, but it seemed Cam had other intentions. Situating herself in a kneel between his legs, Lamarcus quirked a brow at just how quick she was moving to his surprise. Was this the shy, and goody-two-shoes Cameron Hunter he knew? It didn't matter though. With her eyes shut, and breath taken, Cam leaned in for the kiss, and that was enough signal for Lamarcus to put everything else aside. He snaked one hand around her waist, his other still holding him up, and planted the kiss on her lips. Cameron was nothing far from a great kisser, which had surprised Lamarcus. For some reason he'd wished the embrace would've lasted longer as he enjoyed the gentle lips of Cameron, and smooth gloss that coated her lips.

He seemed to go limp for a moment following the kiss, before his smile returned and he let out a chuckle. Damn, he'd definitely have to reach out to Cameron in future. Lamarcus' eyes watched Cameron's small frame return to her place in the circle, and he'd almost forgotten he had to spin once more. He shook his head slightly, and pushed himself all the way up from his leaning position, before reaching out for the bottle. With a soft push at the neck, the bottle began its spin around their circle.

"Huh, Reagan." Lamarcus looked up from the glass bottle at the brunette that sat before it. He smiled down at Reagan, a kiss would definitely be something fun for them to talk about later on during their mischief-making. "Think you can beat Cam?" He joked as he angled his body to the right of him where Reagan had sat. He started by gently removing the hair by her lips and cheek to the side before he leaned in. He shut his eyes in the moment of the kiss, but couldn't help but smile though it as he did so. With how close he and Reagan were, Lamarcus didn't feel the need to restrict himself to the time limit, and figured he'd put on a show for the Doveport teens as well. His hand clasped softly over her cheek, before slowly retracting once he'd broken away.

"Hm.. Not so bad." He noted, but his dimples were most evident in his smile.

location

rhodes manor

mood

happy, surprised

outfit

xoxo

tags

cameron hunter apolla reagan farrow Kimby

coded by natasha.

 

[jasmyn]

Madelaine Kingston

c h e e r l e a d e r

Madelaine had already felt a sense of comfort whenever Cisco joined her in the circle and that only increased when he spoke to her. She flashed a smile as he apologized, shaking her head at the notion. "Just promise me that we will binge our show with some mint chocolate chip soon and I forgive you," she teased. The pair hadn't had a proper hangout session in a while and she never watched How I Met Your Mother without him so she needed her fill. Once Lamarcus joined she felt her heart racing just a tad bit faster than before. She hadn't spoken to him all night and just seeing him came with flashes of their secret hookups. She tried to shake the thoughts as she replied to his comments. "Milk? Really Marcus?" she teased, allowing a laugh to escape her lips. Before she could answer his question about the contents of her cup the game was starting and she had never been more grateful.

She watched as the bottle was spun and people began to kiss whoever it landed on. She had been surprised by a couple of the exchanges but mostly she had been eyeing the glass, anxious of who it might land on next and hoping it wasn't her. Her nerves were severed when Bri landed on Cisco. The previously worried look on her face was replaced with one of excitement. She knew that Cisco had feelings for Brielle, even if just a crush for now and she'd been trying to think of ways to push the two together since finding out. After all, they were both so sweet and she loved the idea of them being a thing. "Cupid is looking out for you tonight, Coco." Madi whispered, nudging him slightly and giving him a look that said 'this is your shot, take it' which she hoped he'd understand. Her eyes remained glued on the pair as their lips met and she couldn't help but feel all giddy for her best friend.

It was when Cam spun the bottle and it landed on Lamarcus that she felt the sting of jealousy in her chest. Why was she jealous of someone she wasn't exclusive towith kissing other girls? It wasn't as if they had ever spoken of going further than friends with benefits and she knew he was likely sleeping with other girls. She snapped out of her thoughts only to realize the kiss was over and he'd moved on to the next girl, Reagan. "You've got to be kidding me..." she muttered under her breath. She wanted so badly to just get up and leave but instead, she downed the remaining liquid in her cup and watched as the game went on.

tags: cisco natsukashii ; lamarcus fin ; bri (mentioned) enigma2 ; reagan (mentioned) Kimby ; cam (mentioned) apolla ;

coded by natasha.

 

[Kimby]

Reagan Farrow
interacting: Lamarcus ( fin ) / Marissa ( _amaranth_ )
mention: Arya ( User ) / Rowan ( Parallax ) / Devon ( laburnum gold ) / Madi ( jasmyn )
Location: Spin the bottle​

Reagan watched with a humorous excitement as the game started off with Arya and Rowan kissing and in turn when she and Devon kissed as well. Reagan always knew Arya to be the playful type, so it was fun seeing Rowan's mixed emotions spelled out on his face afterward and the drunk sloppiness of what took place between Dev and Arya. As the game went on, Reagan had blanked out for a moment as she was trying to follow who was kissing who.

Finally when Lamarcus' spin landed on Reagan, it took her a good second to realize what was going to happen. She scooted her body a little closer and let his hand move her hair out her face. When their lips met, Reagan's face felt incredibly warm to and she could smell the hint of alcohol in his breath but she didn't mind it. A smile curled from her lips as Reagan thought about how much they'd laugh about this later and how Arya would never let the two of them hear the end of it. She didn't think much about who was watching around them though the kiss felt like it was lasting forever. When she pulled away from Lamarcus, her face had never felt hotter.

"Not so bad yourself." Reagan replied before fixing herself and proceeding to give the bottle a spin. It landed on Marissa but Reagan didn't know the girl too well outside of school. It was also her first time ever kissing a girl. Though Reagan identified herself as bisexual, it wasn't well known outside her friend group considering how close-minded her family is. Without wanting to hold the game back any longer Reagan decided to take the lead on this one, ignoring any whispers or giggles that may come their way.

She took Marissa's face in both her hands before slightly whispering "You good?" making sure it was okay to continue. Reagan then brought Marissa's lips to her own, keeping her hands on around her face. The first thing she noted was how much softer her face and lips felt compared to her kiss with Lamarcus. There was also a light flutter in her chest that wasn't there before, something about kissing someone you hardly knew made a world of difference than kissing a friend. The kiss didn't last longer than 3 seconds as Reagan was the first one to pull away since she didn't want the other girl to feel too uncomfortable.

The heat from her face died down as she gave Marissa a smile before scooting back to her spot. She took a quick glance around the circle to get a feel of what everyone was thinking. It was Madi's expression that caught her eye, the former bestie had a look of discomfort on her face which surprised Reagan. She wondered if that discomfort came from her kiss with Lamarcus, Marissa, or something else. Something inside Reagan wanted to know, but she had to remind herself not to overstep since they weren't as close as they used to be.

 

[_amaranth_]

Marissa Amell

LOCATION: the Rhodes manor || OUTFIT: click! || TAGS: Reagan Kimby Aiden apolla

The game has been going on for a quite some time now and Marissa started to think that maybe it will end before her turn. Yeah, despite her bold presentation of herself, she was a coward when it came to games like this, especially with people she didn’t really know. Like…she knew all of them from school but honestly, it would be kind of weird to kiss some of them.

Her mind was already overthinking it quite heavily while people were taking their turns. She could see all kinds of emotions and reactions there, blush, grins, giggles, awkward smiles…and it all was swimming in Marissa’s head. What if it lands on Lamarcus or Devon? She barely knew the guys. She could still get Cisco which wouldn’t be the worst but there was something in her saying ‘One does simply not kiss their childhood friends.’ Or…well, damn, there was still Aiden… There was not exactly liking between those two. Most of their interactions were just a mere exchange of snarky comments whenever possible. Or they simply ignored each other. There was really not more to it.

And it could still land on a girl. What would she do then? Could she actually do it? It would certainly be weird at first since Mari has never really thought about it but… Her thoughts were torn by the bottle pointing in her direction. Was she juuust thinking about it or what? Anyway, she gave Reagan a soft smile and shifted in her seat to meet her. Like…whatever, right? Just a game. And Reagan was nice. Not that they hung out often, they didn’t at all for that matter, but Mari knew her from school and the girl always seemed nice.

Mari cupped her face as well and answered her question with a subtle nod, a genuine smile and silent “Yeah, of course.” The kiss was very brief and there were some giggles around them indeed but Mari chose to ignore them. Sure, this was no big silver-screen kiss, just a short three-second peck but it was enough to make her heart beat faster…much faster in fact. Once their lips parted, Mari smiled again, not wanting Reagan to think this was something totally weird for her. Because surprisingly, it wasn’t. And if she had to be honest, it might have been nicer than half the kisses she has ever gotten.

With a deep breath in, she reached for that bottle and spun it, her eyes pinned on it, curious and somehow jittery, who it would land on. This whole time, Mari was looking at the bottle, not at the people so when the bottle finally stopped and she lifted her eyes to see, her heart skipped a beat. Just her luck that it was indeed Aiden.

Her eyes went wide for a split second and she subconsciously clenched her fists before moving to the boy. She stood on her knees, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his face. “Don’t make this weird, please.” she asked him quietly, knowing he could if he really wanted to. With a fluttering heart, she leaned closer and planted her lips on his only to find herself thinking that the kiss was better than she expected, Slightly tasting after booze and cigarettes, but very nice. And then she realized, she was holding it there for far too long. Three seconds were long gone. She abruptly pulled away and returned to her seat, her face burning and breathing hard, hoping hard that no one was taking pictures here. The girl was all out of her element here and if she thought about the clothes she was wearing…yeah, Cam said she looked great. That was something, right?

coded by natasha.

 

[summerwine]

[ OLIVER RHODES. ]

mentions. none.
interactions. elena & cain.
tags. Keira Winston & Parallax .
location. outside.
outfit. here.

Oliver was really trying to play it cool. Keep up his alpha stance, but don't go off on him. Cain made that very difficult to do. The brunette was pretty confused as well. Why is it that Cain decided to go off at him now? During all the years they've spent going to the same schools they've never had an altercation like this. Now Cain thinks this is a great time, in front of the whole student party, at their last back-to-school party, and in his own home. Why hold back until now?

"You think it's gotta be the booze, right? Cause people don't fucking call out fake shits with your type of rank, for whatever reason." Cain had said. Maybe Oliver was wrong to give him an easy go of it? He should've known Cain would continue to keep up this bullshit. Its ridiculous of Cain to accuse Elena of having him on a leash. Oliver never thought of it like that with his relationship with Elena. It couldn't be true, right?

Just as Oliver was about to speak, Elena had stepped slightly forward. As much as he felt the need to protect her, Oliver loved seeing Elena hold her ground. It was one of his favorite things about her; Elena's fierceness and bravery. No wonder she's fit for royalty. She's a queen in his eyes, and certainly to the rest of the students as well.

"Not really sure what you're talking about, Cain. You clearly have no idea what goes on in our relationship, not that any of it concerns you. And if we're talking about dogs, it looks like someone needs to crawl back into the cage that they came from," Elena's cat claws had surely came out by now. While Oliver's anger towards Cain was brewing inside him, he couldn't help but smirk towards the mutt as he glared him down. He then casually snaked his arm around Elena's lower waist.

God, he despised how Cain stared at Elena and the way he said her name. Can someone just get him a muzzle? His hate for Cain was no longer brewing, it was now boiling. Then Cain brought up the sports injury... Of course he did. If it was an actual sports injury, it wouldn't of triggered him. Fuck, he'd be grateful if it was a sports injury. It wouldn't of touched a sensitive subject that he regrets every single night since then.

No longer was he able to control himself. His heart began pounding. Fists clenched. Narrowed eyebrows. That icy glare aiming right at Cain. He smoothly removed his arm from Elena's waist, despite his anger, then proceeded to charge over to Cain. He pushed Cain back slightly, then gripped the collar of his t-shirt with both hands and looked down upon him, "That's none of your fucking business, understood? Don't you ever fucking bring that shit up."

by @leviathan.​

 

[apolla]

AIDEN

Location: beer pong table | Tags: Dorian & Madi ( jasmyn ); Lilith ( summerwine ); Arya ( User ); Lamarcus ( fin ); Marissa ( _amaranth_ )

Aiden wasn't sure what it was about spin the bottle that made people wanna play. Was it as simple as the kissing? Or was it more in depth than that? The drama that could ensue from the pick of the bottle fed many egos; he'd seen it plenty of times before. Hell, he'd been a part of it before, yet here he was again, sitting in the circle, ready to play. A quick glance at the gathering crowd told him that there was more than one pair of lips here he wouldn't mind kissing, or had kissed before (and wouldn't mind kissing again). Then, of course, there was his sister, and that was a big fat no.

Internally gagging at the thought, he decided to ignore her as the game went on. He realized he hadn't brought a drink over to the game with him, so he nudged Arya sometime around the second round. Leaning in close to her, he told her he'd be right back, and then got up to leave the circle. Making a drink-- heavy on the alcohol-- he sipped at it while turning to survey the party. He spotted Dorian still at the beer pong table with Lillith, and he sent a smirk in his friends direction.

Returning to the game, he plopped back next to Arya, nudging her again for good measure. The game was still going, of course, and he got to sit back and enjoy watching peoples facial expressions during each round. When the bottle landed on Cam after Cisco spun it, Aiden remained silent, choosing instead to look around the rest of the party during her turn. He tuned back in just as she spun, snickering when the bottle landed on Lamarcus.

Cam shot him a glare that he returned with a lazy grin of his own. The rounds kept going until the bottle finally landed on him. Meeting Marissa's gaze, he tilted his head just slightly, one of the corners of his lips turning up. She got on her knees and moved closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, the other on his face.

“Don’t make this weird, please."

"Would I do that?" He whispered back, his eyes only on her as she leaned in. The kiss lasted longer than three seconds, but that was partly Aiden's fault, and partly Mari's. She was a nice kisser, and he took the opportunity to trace her lower lip with his tongue, just enough of a tease to let her know that he enjoyed kissing her. She pulled back, looking thoroughly embarrassed as she made her way back to Cam. Aiden winked at her, giving her a heated look before dropping his gaze to the bottle.

Spin, spin, spin.

Eventually, the bottle stopped, and he felt his heart clench as he looked up, spotting Madi on the other side. She didn't look thrilled, though he wasn't sure if that was because of where the bottle landed or something else. Shrugging one shoulder, he took a swig of his drink and set it to the side, standing and walking the long way around the circle to his ex. Kneeling in front of her, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Just like old times, right?"

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her, just like he used to. Starting out soft, he tilted his head a few seconds into the kiss, his tongue darting out to trace her lips too as one of his hands moved to the back of her neck. He withdrew his tongue and gave her bottom lip a quick nip before finally pulling back, giving her neck a squeeze before letting go of her completely. Then he stood and made his way back to his side of the circle, sitting and reaching for his drink as though nothing had happened.

coded by natasha.

 

[jasmyn]

Madelaine Kingston

c h e e r l e a d e r

Madelaine's eyes tore away from Reagan and Lamarcus when she noticed the former glance her way. Her facial expression probably said it all but hopefully didn't give away anything she felt towards Lamarcus. After all, it wasn't public knowledge they had anything with one another. Just as she got over watching one fling kiss two other girls the bottle landed on Aiden and her eyes rolled again. "I don't think I can do this anymore," she muttered quietly to Cisco. She was only trying to keep Bri from talking to a very drunk Cain and now she was stuck in this shitshow. She hadn't even noticed when the damn bottle spun again and pointed in her direction. She felt a nudge or at least she thought she did and looked up to Aiden as he made his way to her. She felt a knot in her throat for a moment as he did but she didn't move.

Why did this feel so...weird? They had kissed before. Here goes nothing. Aiden's touch sent chills through her body as he moved some of her hair back from her face. It was so easy to slip right back into the same old thing with him. As if they were a couple again for those split seconds. "Just like old times," she repeated back to him as their lips crashed together. The kiss turned from gentle to fierce and it felt like it lasted forever even though she was sure it didn't. He slightly bit her lip and his hand tightened around the back of her neck before pulling away. She knew he'd done it to mess with her. Hadn't he? He always knew how to get to her. When he pulled away she couldn't help but noticed that he simply acted as if the kiss had meant nothing. Sure, they were friends now (for the most part) and this was a silly game but had it really been just...meaningless?

She rolled her eyes at the thought, not even realizing she hadn't spun the bottle. "I'm gonna...I think I need another drink. Someone take my turn," she directed to anyone who would listen. She jumped up and downed the last of her drink and walked off in search of something stronger. She was sick of pretending and that stupid kiss had been the final straw for the night. She finally found a bottle of vodka and poured some into her cup without bothering to mix it with anything. It was probably a move she'd regret in the morning but right now she wasn't worried about that. Her eyes scanned the room as she looked for a friendly face to talk to and she made sure to avoid the 'spin-the-bottle corner' as she did.

tags: cisco natsukashii ; aiden apolla ; lamarcus (mentioned) fin ; reagan (mentioned) Kimby ;

coded by natasha.

 

[fin]

lamarcus

Lamarcus' smile lingered over on Reagan, but faded away just as quickly as his sights crossed with Madi. He hadn't had a chance to speak with her the entire party, and earlier just as they'd been about to speak, the game had begun. Her expression said it all though, in spite of them not being anything necessarily exclusive Lamarcus could sense her tense up following his kisses with Cameron and Reagan. They were only supposed to be friends with benefits... something fun for the summer- yet he could sense other feelings radiating from himself, and Madi. Still, Lamarcus didn'tt do girlfriends. His most recent example had been Elena years back. With the sort of life he lived, the things he couldn't disclose, the dangers he brought to his friends and loved ones, he couldn't imagine tying down a girl to him amidst all that. Especially not Madi. As much as he tried to ignore the fact, he had a heart, and his interest in Madi didn't just stop at her bare skin.

"You're just overthinking this, L. She doesn't care. She knows it's just a game." Lamarcus thought to himself, "Right?" Lamarcus shook his head in an effort to literally shake away the thought, and following a swig at his milk carton, his gaze awkwardly returned back to the circle. "Fuck..." He muttered under a breath.

The next couple kisses had sat alright with Lamarcus. He didn't think much of them, and often teased and joked at the results. Reagan and Marissa, Marissa and Aiden, Aiden and... Madi? Lamarcus bit the inside of his lip at that, and ever so slightly, his eyes thinned down on Aiden. Aiden was one of his closest friends, yes, but he was still aware of the history between himself and Madi. Fuck, why did he even care? "Just like old times right?" What sort of half-hearted effort at flirting was that? Lamarcus took a violent sip of his jug of milk, eyes focusing on looking anywhere but at the kiss to his side. This was the sort of tension a game like Spin the Bottle brought, it brought any lingering feelings to the surface. He'd been staring into the distance for all too long-- the kiss had been all too long, and Lamarcus could feel his teeth grinding against one another. With the jug virtually milk-less, he couldn't drink away his emotions like he had prior.

At Madi's exit from the game, Lamarcus felt a tinge of guilt reverberate into his chest. His eyes had followed Madi all the way to liquor table, fists clenched in his place. Part of him was yearning to approach her, to finally ask her what they were, to give her the transparency and run-down of just how violent his life really was. But part of him had grown from the past. Girls couldn't handle that side of him. The charming, funny black guy, that was his call-card. Plus he wasn't one for emotions anyways and his goddamn milk had gone empty. With a sigh, Lamarcus rose a hand in surrender at the group, and feigned a grin. "I'll call timeout too. No one fuck while I'm gone." He pardoned, and pushed himself up from his place on the floor. Right now, some fresh air was all he needed to cool-down, he was likely just overthink everything anyways.

With a final glance over in Madi's direction, Lamarcus made his way towards where he'd entered the Rhodes manor, tossing the empty milk carton on the way there. He pushed the main door open, eyes furrowed immediately, and anger coursing through him at the sight. He'd already been pissed off inside, and now seeing Oliver hold his bestfriend-- brother, by the collar. That was the last straw. Lamarcus reached for an object on his waist, and cursed at it's absence. "Strap in the fucking car," he thought to himself, his eyes still fixated on Oliver and Cain below him. He hadn't even pictured Elena just off to the side. When Lamarcus was upset, he was upset, and currently all of his anger had been focused on Oliver.

Without a gun, Lamarcus would return his bare knuckles and fists. Others would've likely jumped in to break the fight apart, but where Cain and Lamarcus were from, disputes were settled with blood, money, or sex. Right now he didn't want to fuck Oliver, or take his money, and so the latter fit perfectly. The fact that it'd be a two on one was all too unfortunate for the Rhodes kid. Cain was more than blood to Lamarcus, and anybody so much as look at his brother wrong would pay for it. Damn near everyone at Doveport High was aware of it, and so his next course of actions would be of no surprise.

"Take your damn hands off of him, motherfucker!" Lamarcus ordered, and barged down the stairs. He wasn't one to think first before acting. With his friend held up in a fix, there was only one way Lamarcus saw to release him. Hitting back. With a fist balled up, Lamarcus wound the arm back as he ran, before pushing it forwards and aiming to strike it into the center of Oliver's face. With Oliver's hands bound on Cain's collar, he was more than certain his strike would connect, though even he had seen the unthinkable before.

location

rhodes manor, outside

mood

upset, confused, angry

outfit

xoxo

tags

madi (mention) jasmyn , cain Parallax elena Keira Winston oliver summerwine

coded by natasha.

 

[oliver]

Noah Hathaway​

Location: The Rhode's Beachside Manor
Outfit: x
Interactions: Lilith, Dorian, and Devon
Mentions: Oliver and Clementine
Tags: summerwine , laburnum gold , jasmyn , and ukiiyo

Noah's mouth stretched into a mischievous smirk as he watched Dorian and Lilith's back and forth banter. But, the insult Lilith threw his way soared over his head as his attention shifted to Devon running by followed with Aiden and Rowan's beer pong abandonment. Now it was nothing less than personal. He looked back to Dorian and Lilith, giving the insults a laugh. "Man, Lilith, you can dish out whatever you want but it doesn't change the fact that you fucked him in the first place." With a grin, he turned his head, eyeing the circle of horny teens wanting to kiss that Devon had organized. And, in all his wasted glory, Noah wanted to join in.

"As riveting as this game is, I think I'm gonna check out the smooching circle. Update me on who wins though, okay?" He snapped his fingers, aiming a finger gun at Dorian as goodbye and slapped Lilith's back as he walked past her, heading over to the group of kids that had gathered.

He arrived just in time to see both Madelaine and Lamarcus excuse themselves. Noah's eyes fell on the abandoned bottle. "Suppose I'll pick this game back up, then." He said, stepping between Devon and Brielle. Squatting down, Noah gave the bottle a quick twist. His eyes followed the direction it spun in and he noted everyone still inside the circle. Was there anyone in particular he wanted to get? Not really. He was still coming to terms with his feelings for a certain someone while at the same time being fully aware of them. It was extremely difficult to deal with, and this game was supposed to provide a distraction.

Once around, twice around, thrice around. Fourth was a charm as the glass slowed to a stop. Looking up to see what kind of death the bottle had sentenced him to, shock sliced through his body. His heart thudded in his chest and despite his calm demeanor, Noah found himself downright terrified.

Devon.

The problem wasn't that Devon was one of his best friends, it was that he was a guy. Noah didn't want to accidentally out himself, and here he was facing the mortifying ordeal of possibly doing that in some way. Thinking back to it, he wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it either. He was pretty sure Lilith was catching on to his and Oliver's antics, which wasn't what he wanted to see. Already he was taking too long to react to the situation when it was randomly chosen by the bottle in the first place.

With a swallow, he let out a laugh. Blame everything on the alcohol at the end of the day, right? It didn't matter. The bottle in tow, Noah dispensed it onto the dancer's lap when he neared him before cupping one side of Devon's face as he leaned in to kiss him.

1, 2, 3, 4 for good measure, then Noah was separating from his friend with an awkward snicker but no further comment. Afterwards, he forced himself into a spot next to Devon on the opposite side of where Brielle was. The difference between kissing Oliver and Devon compared to Clementine was a jarring telltale sign.

Scrunching up his nose, he thought about how he was supposed to meet up with Oliver later on. Boys were the worst.

 

[laburnum gold]

❝ devon wong. ❞

OUTFIT: xoxo​

TAGS: oliver Parallax

Devon had honestly lost track of what was going on in front of him. He felt like he had had his eyes open, though all he remembered of the last few minutes was a haze of color. There might've been a possibility that he'd fallen asleep for a second there. Not that there was much he was missing out on - not exactly easy to make drama out of kissing classmates, though he was sure someone was feeling some inner romantic turmoil.

He definitely jerked up and alert when he saw the bottle landing on him. Couldn't do Noah the disfavor of sleeping through their kiss obviously.

If Devon had to choose any of the guys to land on or land on him... well, he wouldn't, to be honest. Most of them weren't exactly his type which was to say straight boys he only kinda knew. At least Noah was one of his best friends. Nothing like planting one on the homies. When he sat down on Devon's other side, he gave him a fist bump on the down-low.

Watching his haphazard bottle spin was making him woozy. His head was pounding and not in time with the music. When it finally stopped, it landed on Rowan, and Devon laughed. Speaking of kissing the bros.

Collapsing against Rowan, he held him by the shoulders and stared him in the eyes. Maybe. The room was spinning. He said, "First girl kiss and first boy kiss in one night? Bro, you're a player!" before practically falling onto Rowan's mouth.

When they separated, Devon grinned and slurred, "Y'did great, but I'm gonna go hurl now."

Running off to the bathroom, he slid into a kneel in front of the toilet just in time. Party was going great.

❝ the ditz. ❞​

 

[Keira Winston]

location. front lawn.
interactions. cain. oliver. la marcus. devon. (mentioned)
mood. are you fucking kidding me.
tags. summerwine Parallax fin laburnum gold

name. elena rivera
role. the queen bee
outfit. dress, back, cartier, heels

10:24

Saturday, September 5

as elena had expected, the confrontation escalated quickly and things were beginning to get ugly. thank god that she had sent devon away on a scavenger hunt. this was already proving to be a total mess. from seeing cain arrive at the party, she already knew something like this was inevitable, especially with his sly comments, intense stare, and mischievous grin. why else would cain be here other than to turn her night to shit? there was really no other reason for him to come over to oliver's. he never wanted to be reminded of him or their relationship. every time she mentioned his name in conversation, he would try to change the subject, making it obvious that he didn't want to hear his name or hear her talk about him. no matter how civil cain was toward the king, he'd made it clear to elena that he didn't care for him, to say the very least. from cain's own very actions he obviously didn't have much respect for oliver, either. not to mention the fact that he couldn't keep away from her, no matter how hard she tried. okay, maybe she could've tried a lil' harder at times, but tonight, after a long, heated summer, cain was clearly lashing out. maybe he couldn't deal with the fact that she had always returned back to her relationship with oliver. or maybe he got tired of the games she'd played. no, that was definitely not it. she knew he loved the games because easy just... wasn't it. it was never her style, or theirs as a matter of fact. but in the rare possibility that he was "tired" of it, then luckily for him, she was done playing with him, or at least she told herself that. he did seem to have some hope, though, refraining from and seeming to not want to reveal their intimate relationship because even he knew he'd risk losing the chance of ever speaking to her again. that was good, though, something she could use as leverage, which was always a plus. she had the upper hand here. he wouldn't dare hold it over her head because he knew, just from the look in her eyes, that she would never talk to him again, much less acknowledge him if he ever pulled that shit. or even shit like this again. they'd be over in a second, as if there even was still something to save or as if they weren't already done with... well, she told herself that she was done. but if cain drunkenly did choose to expose them... it wasn't exactly like she did anything wrong. she was strong and independent on her own, and she didn't need permission from oliver about whether or not she could see or confide in someone, but it didn't keep elena from feeling guilty about who she chose to talk to. oliver probably wouldn't approve of her drinking with a guy like him, someone who was never transparent with their intentions (and also someone she had hooked up with before), so needless to say, she was glad cain didn't expose their relationship, saving her from getting into it with oliver, which was the absolute last thing she wanted to do right now. their relationship had been on thin ice, and they were finally getting to a better place (except for the fact that she bottled up her feelings about his overdose, questioning whether he was happy and blaming herself for his addiction. or the fact that she hasn't been completely transparent with him. but that was besides the point).

the nonchalant, taunting smile remained on elena's face as she continued to piece together the situation at hand while cain then continued to ridicule her relationship. he had a change of expression, too, seeming to enjoy seeing her bring her claws out. "for the sake of titles," he had said with a sneer, adding salt to the wound. not fucking true. he really thought she was that shallow, huh? or was it just another way for him to shit on her relationship with oliver? did he think that he was so much better, sneaking around with her all summer?

then it just clicked. she had figured it out. cain had confronted the couple because he was jealous. he had to be. cain got drunk way too fast, and she knew that she looked way too good on someone else's arm (not that she ever didn't). not caring that she promised her good conscience that she was done playing games with him, she decided that the best course of action was to mess with him, for right now at least. if he was going to be making her life a living hell, she'd make sure he was miserable while doing it. he obviously envied them, so why not do what she did best and make him even more jealous, while looking good and having fun. despite the deadly look in her eyes, he was going to keep trying her anyway, so she might as well make the most of it. the queen knew every possible way to piss him off, and jealousy was by far the best.

perfect, she thought, feeling oliver's arm slither around her petite waist at just the right time, holding her at his side. elena leaned into him while her golden brown eyes, now glimmering with a sense of playfulness, remained fixated on cain's. she broke eye contact momentarily to show oliver some affection, brushing away the curls that fell in front of his eyes, before resting her hand on his chest and returning her gaze to lock eyes with cain. the couple was undoubtedly untouchable. did cain really think that he could come over and knock them off their feet so easily, dethroning them and toppling the social hierarchy? impossible. yes, he didn’t care about the social ladder which landed him some respect from her and the student body, but he certainly wasn’t going to accomplish much with whatever he was doing but risk looking like a fool. jealousy was going to be a great look on him. was it wrong that she cared to make him jealous? probably. it came from a spiteful place in her heart, but it was also assuring to her to see that he still cared.

"what world do you live in, cain?" elena asked, raising a perfectly arched brow, mocking curiosity while clearly looking amused. "the titles you're talking about don't exist, and it's not our fault people actually respect us. i'm sure you'd be able to gain some respect if you had a sense of decency," she added, digging her claws in deeper. "and it really must suck to see a couple so happy, huh? seems fake because you've never had that right? sucks that you had to take it out on us," she continued, faking a pout on her full, red lips. she wasn't sure of what exactly she was referring to. maybe she was bringing up his his home life, or maybe it was them, but she was hoping she hit a spot. not that she cared. he came crawling back to her every time, anyway. this was easy, elena was ruthless and took people down elegantly without much effort. she wasn't really one for titles, but being crowned queen definitely fit her. she ran the goddamn town and had everyone wrapped around her finger (although about 90% of the school's population wasn't worth her precious time dealing with). she could've said more, but cain proceeded to speak her name with anger and resentment, a way he's never done so before, further infuriating her. the expression on her face changed. her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip to keep herself from going up in flames. he didn't answer her question truthfully, but she already had the answer. he came over because needed her attention and craved her presence, despising the way she had threw him to the side again, just when the thought he was finally getting close enough. it made sense to as to why he was furious, but no one with a brain would've addressed her in that tone. she fucking hated it with her whole entire soul. sure, she casually acted as if he was nothing to her, but nothing angered her more than being disrespected. he was going to get it. she could've exiled him, kicked him out of the party, but she didn't want to do that just yet. no one got away with that, and she was hoping oliver might defend her or finally stop holding back his aggression, going head to head and asserting his dominance, a true alpha male power play and display of masculinity. however, cain then twisted his knife deeper, hitting a weak spot by mentioning oliver's "physical therapy sessions." with oliver being gone all summer, cain definitely knew something was off, and now, while being extremely faded, he wasn't shy to question it either. this was sure to set oliver off.

and it did. finally what elena was waiting for. oliver pulled away from her and got all up and personal, threatening cain, trying to prove that he chose to mess with the wrong person. she crossed her arms and felt a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. this was going to be good. witnessing two of the hottest guys at school about to fight? it would make a scene and definitely be hot gossip, but maybe it would end with cain finally getting off of the property. cain asked for trouble the moment he stalked up to them, so this is what he deserved to get into. best of all, she didn't have to waste anymore of her own energy and could just watch from the side. she knew he wasn't one to back down, though, and she liked that about him. hopefully he had a sober friend to escort him out later. she knew he probably didn't bring his beat up toyota camry, so hopefully la marcus was sober enough to take him home.

speaking of... her gaze averted to the mansion's double doored entrance, seeing la marcus standing at the top of the stairs leading to the lawn. he looked wasted and seemed to be reaching for something towards his waist, in his nonexistent belt, although he didn't seem to find it. oh, fuck no. was he dumb? how could he be so fucking stupid? to even think of pulling out a gun in such an affluent, white neighborhood? this was exactly why she didn't fucking associate with him anymore (not to mention how the last time she was involved with him, a gun was pulled on her by a rival gang member and something much worse could've happened, something she didn't want to think about right now). he was more than just a liability. he didn't use his brain to think his actions through, and he constantly put everyone around him in danger. you would think a gang member would try to lay low and stay out of trouble in crowds, but no, la marcus was different. he was irrational and definitely thought pulling his glock out was going to solve something. this wasn't any of his fucking business, and it was not his place to get involved. imagine if one of their neighbors saw. there was a reason people say to "eat the rich." everyone in the neighborhood, including her, had connections with town sheriff and city government. it would be too easy to call the cops and have them come for him now. arresting him could possibly expose his gang and their operations. why would he want to risk that? la marcus clearly was new to the idea of facing consequences. and not to mention, as a person of color herself, although privileged, she knew he should've thought twice before even reaching for a gun. it was so unnecessary and uncalled for. the fight hadn't even escalated yet. thank god most of her neighbors were still away spending their last summer weekend in south hampton.

elena felt her acrylic nails dig into her palms as she balled up her fists in anger. she knew what he was about to do, seeing him run towards oliver. "la marcus, stay the FUCK out of this," she called, dropping an arm and pointing it in the complete, opposite direction, "this is none of your fucking business." she was fuming as she watched la marcus pull his arm back, ready to punch oliver in the middle of the face. there was nothing she could do to break this up now. why couldn't he just leave cain and oliver to it? it wasn't like cain wasn't already swinging his arm back to punch oliver anyway. la marcus just had to get involved in everything.

 

[summerwine]

LILITH GOODE

mentions: Lamarcus fin
interactions: Dorian jasmyn & Noah oliver
location: Beer pong table
Outfit: click here

How could it be that bickering with her ex was something she enjoyed? It seemed like Dorian felt the same way, so it made Lilith feel good seeing his smirk wiped away as she commented on his manhood. That short moment of superiority over him vanished when Dorian brought about her memories of summertime. He assumed Lilith would've been sleeping around. During previous summers that would've been the case, but this summer was far from ordinary.

flashback to summer 2020 ...

As Lilith's personal driver parks at the entrance of the manor her suitcases are immediately handed to the staff. Lil sighs in relief as she makes eye contact with Lamarcus leaning against his black Porsche; he's waiting for her. All her stress from helping Oliver at the upstate rehab facility fades away while gazing upon his warm eyes. Lilith sheds her arrogant and proud exterior in his presence. She can breathe. A genuine smile forms on her full, red lips as she continuously bursts out jokes that'd be unacceptable in her high-class world. Lilith's reminded of her childhood as they speed down the roads of South Doveport. Parking near an abandoned beach, they light a shared blunt and turn up the radio. The sun fades away while his soft lips press against hers. Heart races as he glides his hands down her waist... Afterwards they rest upon each other in the backseat. Lilith lays her head on his firm chest. His free hand caresses her hair while the other passes the blunt over to Lil. They talk deep for hours while her heart flutters. Once Lamarcus drops her off a feeling of confusion floods her mind. How clueless can this guy really be? Isn't it obvious? To Lilith she believes their nights shared had to be more than careless hookups... Right?

"Man, Lilith, you can dish out whatever you want but it doesn't change the fact that you fucked him in the first place." Of course it was Noah's mousy voice that snapped her back into the present. Lilith managed to keep up her poker face as she glanced over to him, "Oh Noah, dear, we've all made mistakes. Trust me when I say my only regret in life is falling for this two-faced fuckboy." Lil harshly stated as she gestured over to Dorian. With that, Noah thankfully moved along to the Herpes infested smooching circle. As Lilith mouthed "thank god" over to Dorian, she was subtly struck on her back by Noah's hand. It sent an unruly grunt that escaped through her lips. She chose to let it slide since her main problem was standing right in front of her. Besides, Noah will wake up with Herpes anyway. Karma's a bitch.

Lilith placed a hand on her hip as she watched Dorian make his shot. With her free hand, Lilith sipped down the beer and tossed the cup aside. She scoffed at the idea of a dare, "Really? A dare? We're not in middle school anymore. Though, your brain might still be. You were always a bit slow. Didn't realize it was because you have the mind of a 7th grader." But Lilith simply shrugged and nonchalantly aimed the ping-pong ball into a red cup, "Guess it won't be that bad. Truthfully, I'm honored to make an embarrassment out of you." In all honesty, Lil really had no other ideas, but she was too proud to admit that.

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The beer pong tournament progressively intensified. Lilith and Dorian; equally competitive and talented at whatever they do. Or maybe the second part was just Lilith? As the game was getting to its end, Lil was genuinely worried that she'd have to do whatever dare Dorian chose. Lilith had every right to feel that way too. Dorian would 100% drag her through hell and back with his dare. That's just what they did to each other.

Turns out God does have her best interests at heart (quite surprising actually given that her name is literally Lilith). Lilith grinned and applauded herself. She had won the tournament. Both to their last cups, and she had succeeded. Winning felt extra nice tonight, since it was against him.

Lilith sashayed over to Dorian's side and leaned against the table, "Good game, I guess." She smirked up to Dorian and looked into those brown eyes she knew too well, "I want you," She poked his chest playfully, "to strip and cannonball into the crowded pool." The beer had officially taken its tole on her. Words slightly slurred, and she (for once) wasn't passive aggressive towards him.

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[Parallax]

code by yousmelldead

Cain exuded radioactive rage as he eyed down Oliver, his glower cutting and eager to light this situation ablaze. It was like when you stared into the eyes of a dog. You knew any minute it could rear up on you and deliver a fatal blow. And they were both dogs, right then. That was always the problem. Two alpha males did not a peaceful plight make. It seriously ticked Cain off that Rhodes wasn't exploding on the spot like he should have been. Defend your position, right? Defend your girl. If she really was your girl, after all.

Then after all the pushing, prodding, and baiting, something snapped like a rotting twig inside of the king's head. You could see the second he turned from civil guy trying to talk the situation down to seething brawler, fangs beared. Cain had nudged at a soft spot one too many times, and the satisfaction that flowed from this very realization had him grinning like a dauntless predator, looming over the carotid of a lesser being.

It helped as well to see Oliver release his deplorable clutch from around Elena's deserving waist. Normally, Cain would have reacted much more smoothly to the sudden domineering constraint against his collar, some of the fabric tugging against the skin of his neck roughly enough to redden it. But he was well under the influence of alcohol, and his reflexes were like that of an obese housecat. Still, he was raised among flocks of other roughhousing boys on the streets, all of whom fought for fun. And when they advanced in age, that fighting became a little less playful and a little more crucial to say the least.

Cain was bristling with hot anger, knowing the second he was touched that he wouldn't tolerate it. His arm coiled back, heart thudding throughout his every vein as he prepared to thrust it into Oliver's stupid fucking face. But Lamarcus dawned on them like an unsuspecting eclipse, inserting himself between the two and attacking first. Cain stumbled backward, clumsily regathering his balance as he stared down the two before him. Lagos couldn't pretend he wasn't ticked that Lamarcus didn't let him punch Rhodes first, but he wouldn't stay mad at his closest friend for having his back. He couldn't.

A remarkable amount of time passed without Cain's testing, steely eyes flickering toward Elena. He didn't want to hear her. He didn't want to see her. She pissed him off really good this time. What was the damn point of pursuing her like this? Obviously, she didn't want to be seen with him. She didn't want him for any more than drunken comfort. Even letting someone know that that happened was asking far too much of the brunette mistress of goddamn deceit. He heard her talking, but the words didn't process. A small simper swelled on Lagos's cheeks. But this one didn't say anger. It didn't say victory. It said how absolutely and utterly finished he was with this situation. With a small head shake directed Elena's way, he backed up two steps and began to turn. He couldn't stay here anymore. Not like he'd be permitted to another minute, anyway. "Fuck him, Lamarcus. Fuck em' both." He breathed in a snarl, beelining inside.

He went after the one person he knew would be sober. He needed to find a ride home, and he couldn't wait for Lamarcus's friend right now. He approached Cameron, jaw tight and eyes empty. "Cam." He muttered gruffly, pulling her off to the side. "I just fucked up the party, so I need to split. Would you drive me?" Cain questioned, sounding almost defeated and exhausted, even though he hadn't actually fought anyone. Not with any more than his words, really. He couldn't find it in himself to make eye contact with her. His head was spinning inside out.

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Arya coughed, suppressing a laugh that threatened to erupt after watching Aiden's fiasco with Madelaine. She would've called him cruel, but remembered she basically played the same game with Rowan just a few rounds ago. She waited for him to sit back down before nudging him slightly with her arm. “Damn, that’s cold, Hunts,” she muttered. Arya pretended to itch her cheek, hiding the grin that tugged at her lips.

Her smile quickly fell though, after seeing Cain near the group. His cheeks were painted red, and he had that sort of look in his eyes. The kind of solemn stare that came from the sheer feeling of “fuck everything.” He pulled Cameron to the side and mumbled something Arya couldn’t quite hear.

Something had happened — that much even Arya's C-average brain knew. An argument, maybe? She doubted it would be anything else. Sure, Cain might have looked a bit disheveled from the night out, but he definitely wasn't hurt. Physically, at least. Though, she wondered who he could've argued with to make him seem so defeated. There was hardly a confrontation Cain didn't win, as far as she was concerned. Honestly, Arya would've been impressed with whoever he fought with if she wasn't so pissed at this unknown agitator. How dare they fuck up the night for him! What an asshole. It didn’t matter if Cain started it. For all Arya cared, her friend was in the right, and anyone who dared disagree was wrong.

She wanted to ask him what happened, to rip the situation into shreds and puzzle it back together, but she couldn’t do that to him. His clouded eyes made it clear that he was done with whatever happened.

Her jaw tensed. Maybe she was overthinking this. Maybe he just had too much to drink and was having one of those down moments. A part of Arya tried coaxing her to stay in the game, telling her that if something had even happened, it wasn't her business. But her other part told her to get up and check. Just in case.

The second she tried standing, her legs turned to glorified jello, buckling beneath her. She clamped a hand onto Aiden’s shirt, keeping herself from face planting into the sweaty floor. “Sorry,” she mumbled, slowly lifting herself up then released her grip. Her eyes stared at his top for a moment longer than normal, after realizing how she crumpled it. She absentmindedly patted it a few times until it flattened.

“Be back, guys.” She waved a hand lazily to the group and trudged towards the direction Cain came from. Her movements were slow, like she was moving underwater rather than land.

Even in her crossfaded state, it didn’t take long for her to figure out where the source of the problem was. Or who, rather. There Elena, Oliver, and Lamarcus was, forming an unusual and angry looking triangle. It was surprising, to say the least. Out of everyone at the party, Arya didn't expect the crowned couple of Doveport and their sparkling reputation to be involved. If it was just Elena, alone, definitely. Oliver, though? Not really. He always strayed away from drama... which only further itches at the questions burning in her mind. But the whole inner conversation of who-and-why-it-started was for another time. Right now, she had a drunken friend to attend to.

“L.J.,” she hurried to Lamarcus' side, “You good, bud?” Her hand hovered over his back, a bit hesitant to touch him. He looked ready to blow. Her head turned towards the star couple, eyes sharp with irritation. “What did you do?” Despite her pointed stare, her voice remained light. She didn’t know what happened. She didn’t have a reason to be pissed. Not yet.

Her mouth thinned into a line. "Olive, E," she began, addressing them, a disappointed sigh fleeing from her lips. "They're both clearly drunk." Her words were slow, as though she was explaining something to children, "So, why the hell would you-" Arya bit her bottom lip, halting whatever she was going to say. Her back straightened, and she concentrated her muddled vision back to Lamarcus. She was never the kind of person who fought with someone. Not directly, at least. Today would be no different. Getting payback or at least an explanation — considering she was sort of close with one and a half of them — for her two pissed-off friends would have to happen during school, where screwing with people's lives was always easier. "Know what? Never mind. Enjoy the rest of the party, guys." She took a hold of Lamarcus' arm, trying to gently lead him away. She would've tried to support his drunken body, but Arya would barely be able to do that if she were sober, let alone cross faded. "Alright, let's get you to a couch or something."

mentions: Parallax apolla fin summerwine Keira Winston

Arya Hills - Trouble

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[jasmyn]

Dorian Kingston

p l a y e r / f l i r t

Dorian suddenly found himself alone with the wicked witch of Davenport but the bickering between them didn't subside just because they lost their audience. In fact, if anything the competition between them only fueled their snarky remarks. Things didn't look so bad for him but Lilith was a fierce competitior. They were neck and neck most of the game, possibly because neither of them liked the idea of losing to the other. Or maybe it was all just luck but either way they weren't letting up. Soon the game came to a tie which made Dorian nervous since it could obviously go either way. As she lined up her next shot, he kept his eyes on the ball watching like a hawk as it landed in the last cup. And so he downed the last of his drink and nodded towards her in way of congratulating her for the win.

"Well, your wish is my command," he said sarcastically, a playful smirk forming on his face. Upon hearing her dare he chuckled a little bit. It was child's play for the established carefree guy Dorian was. He'd probably skinny-dipped, streaked, and everything else more often than he could remember. It was true that sometimes he got too drunk like his sister had earlier suggested but where was the fun in being sober all the time? Right? "Piece of cake, Lil," he winked at her as he put his drink down and brushed past her. As he walked he lifted his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his somewhat sculpted abs. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been slacking a bit over the summer with his workouts but whatever.

As he reached the edge of the pool he stepped out of his bottoms and wasted no time in jumping straight in. Screaming out something that was incoherent before hitting the water. When he resurfaced his eyes searched for Lilith. "Next time, pick a better dare," he teased lightly. He casually climbed out, ignoring the laughter and chatter about his cannonball which was more of a flop than anything. It was obvious that he couldn't put his pants back on over his soaking wet boxers so he would have to either freeball it or hope Lilith felt like playing nice for the moment. "Got any of my old clothes around here? I sure could use a clean pair," he motioned to the boxers, watching to see if her eyes traveled.

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[apolla]

CAMERON

Outfit: Click! | Location: spin the bottle | Mood: "Be brave." | Tags: Mari ( _amaranth_ ); Cisco ( natsukashii ); Madi ( jasmyn ); Lamarcus ( fin ); Cain ( Parallax )

Cameron could feel the heat on her cheeks, a side effect of the brave face she'd had to put on to kiss Lamarcus. But she couldn't help but silently congratulate herself-- she'd actually done it. She hadn't chickened out or run from the group, and trust, that thought had crossed her mind. And not only that, but Lamarcus had seemed to enjoy the kiss too. Or at least, he hadn't like, thrown up in disgust or shoved her away. That was a win, right?

Lamarcus spun the bottle and it landed on Reagan. He made a joke about whether or not she could beat Cam, and the blondes cheeks only got warmer. She couldn't help but watch their kiss, wondering about technique and if hers had been actually okay. Reagan's spin landed on Marissa, and Cam cheered along with a few others for her friend. The thought of kissing a girl didn't not appeal to Cam; she'd never given it much thought before.

"Oh, damn." Cam muttered as her friends spin landed on her brother, but their kiss was nothing compared to the one Aiden planted on Madi. Cam knew of their history for sure; he was her brother, after all. And he was King of making things awkward. Cam thought about going after Madi when she left the circle, but her body didn't move. Would Madi even open up to her? Especially with how weird her brother had made the situation?

With a frown on her lips, Cam was still internally debating when a familiar voice spoke her name. Craning her neck some to look up at the figure, she recognized Cain, and the angry yet exhausted look on his face. She pushed herself to her feet and he moved them off to the side, stating how he'd fucked up the party and needed to leave.

"Are you okay?" Without thinking twice about it, she placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to ignore the tingle that reverberated through the simple touch. "O-of course, we can go. Come on. I didn't drive, but I can get us an uber." She pulled her phone from her pocket, already navigating to the app to order one. "Wanna wait outside?"

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[Kimby]

Reagan Farrow
interacting:Madi ( jasmyn )
mention: Lamarcus ( fin )
Location: Drink station​

Reagan still sitting in the circle watched as Lamarcus got up and headed towards the group right outside. Arya would follow suit afterward but Reagan didn't feel the need to do the same since it wasn't her business to see what everyone was up to. She chilled out until the circle started to disperse as soon as Devon ran off to the bathroom. Reagan felt some uncomfortable feeling lingering inside of her and thought best to kill it with some more alcohol.

Reagan made her move towards the liquor table focusing on what she wanted to make. It was too late for her to spot that Madi was already at the table once Reagan reached her destination. Soon Reagan realized that uncomfortable feeling was the way Madi was staring at Reagan during her kiss with Lamarcus. There was some part of her that wanted to confront Madi and ask what that was all about. She watched for a second as Madi made her drink, or more so poured straight vodka into a cup.

Reagan arched an eyebrow her way, instinct wanted to tell Madi to slow it down but again, that wasn't her place anymore. But there was no avoiding trying to do the whole "not speaking" thing when Reagan was 1 foot away from the girl. Reagan looked through all the bottles trying to decide what she wanted to drink. "So… what's going on between you and Lamarcus?" Reagan asked while pouring her mix of tequila and seltzer. "Don't think I didn't notice how you two have been looking at each other all night." It didn't take a detective to know there was something going on between the two. Did Reagan really want to know? A part of her wanted to stick to her own business but another part knew that Lamarcus wasn't one for any lovey-dovey shit. At least that's what he's implied before whenever they hung out. The least she can do was figure out what the hell she missed while she was away for the Summer.

It didn't take much to hear the commotion going on out front. Reagan instantly recognized Lamarcus' voice boom into the house. "Oh shit, should probably see what that's about." Reagan quickly grabbed her drink and prepared for whatever shitstorm was waiting out front. She didn't care whether Madi was going to follow or not but Reagan knew as long as there was something going on between her and Lamarcus, it wouldn't be the last time they would talk.

 

[Parallax]

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As the adolescent and trite game of spin-the-bottle continued, Rowan steadied his palms parallel to the ground in order to maintain focus. He thought he might fall over, or spin sideways out of the room. The person next to him, who had been reduced to a fuzzy mirage, was nearly doomed to fall victim to this 'hot potato' timing out. He thought he might vomit, but moving seemed like it would just agitate the feeling even more. People kissed other people, but time was an unachievable construct right then, and he had no idea how to regain himself. Being a willowy, lanky boy with little-to-no experience drinking alcohol had more than bit him in the ass. It demolished it.

Ro firmly pushed away his solo cup, which now looked six times as aggressively red now that he was intoxicated, and wasn't certain if he was going to die or not. It kind of felt like he would. He wasn't sure. Maybe it showed in his features that death was nearing, as two hands clasped securely over his bony shoulders. His eyes crossed as he attempted to focus on the figure, gathering the features matching Devon's. Why was he grabbing him? Was Rowan about to pass out? Devon closed in like he was going to say something, only he didn't stop. His lips jammed against his own, almost painfully so, and Reed stumbled sideways seconds afterward. 'Y'did great.' Devon squeaked before slinking off in some random direction, leaving Rowan flopping like a fish as he glanced every which way. "What???? Why did he kiss me?? Oh my god, I don't wanna marry a boy." He whimpered, coiled and confused.

It was clear to everyone around the the young tawny-haired man was utterly emaciated. Fortunately for him, and not for anyone else, he rapidly bounced back upward and upchucked right onto the bottle. And then a second time. And then he dry heaved a couple times.

The forceful violence of vomiting brought him back to his senses to a certain degree, horror streaking his expression. His life was over. He just vomited in the middle of a circle of girls. Even though some of them had already dispersed, it was still totally over for him. Shakily, he ordered an uber to come pick him up before rushing out of the house, huddling by the front of the manor by a darker, shadier spot. At least over here, he wasn't likely to be seen while waiting to go home. He'd likely get reamed by his mom, too.

ROWAN REED

 

[Parallax]

code by yousmelldead

Even if his state of hazy intoxication, it was effortless to see the stunned gander that unraveled on Cameron. Cain did understand that he was probably the last person she'd expected to ride home with. He knew his face was all telling in what he was thinking - what he was feeling - and it bothered him to realize it. He wiped every emotion shown that could resemble vulnerability and distress, replacing it with cleverly masqueraded vexation. Cam's hand stretched out to cup the side of his arm, her touch gentle and concerned. He knew he should look her in the eyes. That's what the situation called for. But he was ashamed. He was pissed off. He wanted to be done with this day.

After her offer to hail an Uber, guilt plagued his every waking nerve. "Shit Cam.. I don't want you to have to do that." He gritted his teeth, crossing his arms. He could handle his liquor enough to stand up straight without swaying, but it was still really fucking him up.

He didn't have much on him. In terms of cash, that was. And his car was here. But there was no way he could drive it. "You can drive my car if you want. It won't cost you anything. Oliver is probably gonna have my shit towed if I leave it here." A noise escaped him; some sort of hybrid between a laugh and a scoff. He didn't really think about how that would work. He had some cash back at his place in a drawer that he could give her to uber home from his place. It felt wrong to send her off any other way.

"Either way, thanks." He mumbled, glancing over her with a hardened glance. It wasn't toward her. Only toward the situation. "It's good that there's one reliable fucking person here." He added, sounding exasperated.

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