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  Owen might have just made a bad mistake. Carmen looked absolutely disgusted with him. This wasn't how he wanted his night to go, at least on this front. He had definitely fucked this up, but he had to save face. He hadn't wanted to get the game started on a dirty note, in case that wasn't where Carmen's head was at. Owen might have been a dick, but he was a dick with standards, damnit. At least his assumption about her not being a natural blonde was right. He had been with many blondes before, so he knew that the carpets here wouldn't match the drapes, by any means. Maybe he had a type...nah, he loved all women, blonde or not. Owen considered himself to be the reincarnation of Casanova himself, after all. Though, let's face it - he was way more handsome than that old crusty dead dude anyway. Just look at his jawline - did Casanova have such defined features? Absolutely not. Wait, what was happening? Owen snapped out of it, Carmen was halfway finished speaking to him. He didn't even get a chance to say anything in response before she stalked away.
  
  A party, huh? Excellent. Owen would be there with bells on. He loved a good party, after all. He hadn't fucked this up - in fact, he was in good standing with Carmen. That's all that mattered to him right now. He finished off what little remained of his flask, tucking the empty container away into his suit jacket once more. Then, without another second glance, he sauntered out to the entrance, where the valet brought his Cadillac out to him. Of course, he stiffed the guy - he wasn't tipping anyone unless he was the one being tipped first. Besides, he needed the money more than that guy did. How was he supposed to flaunt his supposed wealth without it? Owen sped off towards Carmen's house - more like mansion, checking himself out in his rearview mirror. God, everyone here was richer than he was. One day, he'd have a big-ass mansion full of beautiful women catering to his every need. But until then, he'd have to prove it to everyone else that he was just as successful as they were.
  
  It wasn't long before he pulled up to the party. Owen loosened, then untied his tie, tossing it on the passenger seat as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white button-up. He was a handsome devil, especially tonight. He pushed open his car door, gently closing it behind him and locking it. Nobody would be hooking up in his car tonight, not even him. Owen sauntered into the party, quickly getting a glass of the finest Canadian whiskey money could buy in his hand. "Oh yeah, that's smooth." he murmured after taking a sip. Now, where was the hostess? The party seemed to be continually filling up with people. Carmen was a saucy little minx, playing hide and seek with him now. He was determined to find her - she was getting hotter and hotter every second.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Jules was tired of waiting around for Carmen. She had gotten here entirely too early for her own liking - it was très chic to be fashionably late, after all. But a few minutes turned into an hour, and she was antsy. She paced the floor, then sat back down, then paced the floor again. If Julianna was anything, she was incredibly impatient. How long was it going to take for her best friend to show up to her own damn party? Oh yeah, Jules was also a bit of a hypocrite when it came to the whole fashionably late thing. It was totally okay for her to show up hours into an event, but when it was turned around on her, she thought she was going to die from boredom. But then, finally, after a little over an hour, she heard Carmen's voice calling from downstairs. Julianna adjusted her position so that she was half-sitting, half-lounging on the bed as her best friend's footsteps drew nearer.
  
  "Took you long enough." she teased, grinning up at Carmen. "What are you thinking about wearing?" They had been deep in a texting conversation over the course of the night, and Carmen had mentioned something about matching with her, but Jules had no idea what her best friend might have had in mind. She swung her legs off the side of the bed, following her into her massive closet. "Damn, C, you're going to be the center of attention tonight. If you were looking to score with anyone, you'd be in luck." the redhead chuckled, running her hand down the row of neat clothes delicately hanging on the rod. It was something she loved to do in her own closet. They would both be the hottest girls at the party, that was for sure. She watched as Carmen got ready, admiring her fashion sense. They really were two peas in a pod.
  
  Now it was time to party. Julianna partook in the eating and the drinking and the thrill of it all, though she was pacing herself so that she'd actually remember this night. As fun as blacking out might have been, it would be best for her to have some memories of tonight later on once she was sober. She nudged Carmen with her elbow, nodding over in Owen's direction. "Why'd you have to go and invite him?" He was the last person Jules wanted to see tonight. Owen constantly hit on her, even though she had told him time and time again that she wasn't into guys. He was a disgusting creature, that Owen Manning.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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The room was spinning. She was on her third slice of pizza but it didn’t matter. She’d order about 20 pizzas because she really didn’t know how many people were going to show up and she wanted to be prepared. Shots were being thrown back and she was in the best company. Tonight was going great, but it could be even better.

The lights started blurring together and she could barely put together who was calling her name. The first was Dylan, the newest member of their little group, the OGS RB. He was a nice but Carmen could tell that it was just a Façade. She was sure that if the two of them hung out for long enough, she would be able to to bring out his inner bitch.

“Hey Dill!!!” She wrapped her arms around him excitedly, only letting go after a few moments. “We have plenty to choose from, help yourself.”

The next to approach what Skylar. Carmen could feel her cheeks heating up just at the sight of her. She didn’t know weather or not it was just the liquor or if it was her secret crush on her friends with benefits. But of course, Carmen pushed those stupid, dumb feelings way way down and locked them in her vault. Skylar didn’t feel the same way and even if she did they couldn’t ever truly be together. Her parents would disown her if she ever even thought about bring a girl home.

“Skyyyyyy! You look even better. How was your shift at the hospital?” She was trying hard to match the energy of everyone around her. It was hard being friendly with Skylar when all she wants to do is kiss her.

A huge wave of guilt hit Carmen like a truck as she watched none other than Carlisle Kingston stand in her kitchen. It had been so long since they had seen each other and old feelings were starting to resurface, mostly the feelings of guilt for not being able to be with Carlisle needed.

She could vaguely remember texting her to come to the party and have some fun but she didn’t ever expect her to actually show up.

A kiss on the cheek brought her back to her senses. For a split second, she had let her mask slip and with the copious amounts of alcohol that were in her system it was getting harder and harder to keep her mask fitted tightly to her face. No one, except for Carlisle, could ever truly see her for who she was. She was just an insecure and scared little girl begging her mother for love instead of harsh punishments.
“Paris! Carlisle, I’m so glad you could make it!” She said, while trying not to outwardly cringe.

Carmen physically shook her head, even though it was already spinning. Seeing Carlisle had sobered her up a little but also made her a little nauseous. She turned away from the group for a split second to grab a water bottle from the fridge. She took a few minutes to check her phone, sending a few texts here and there to Emily, beckoning her to join them. She figured if she had more friends around her she’d feel better and less anxious.

The alcohol was making it harder for her to speak. She needed a distraction, and Julianna was just about to provide one with her elbow.

“Why’d you have to go and invite him?” Julianna asked.

Carmen looked up from her phone. It was instantly discarded on the marble counter top. She didn’t know if it was the booze but there was something different about Owen as he stood underneath the neon lights with his shirt half buttoned.

“I posted it on Twitter! He must’ve seen the tweet. I don’t know half the people here.” She replied in a nonchalant tone. It was a lie but Julianna couldn’t know she invited him personally.

“Owen! You saw the tweet, yeah?” She looked at him pointedly, hoping he would get the hint. “Make your self at home. There’s a hot tub out back. My parents room and their study is off limits. Anyways, let’s do some shots!”

Carmen poured everyone a shot and slid it over to them. Her whole throat was numb now, she couldn’t even feel the burning sensation anymore. She poured herself another and quickly threw it back and another but this time her hands were shaking. She had spilled a little bit of vodka on her top. Frustrated, she grabbed her phone and started to leave the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back guys I spilled booze all over myself. I think it’s time to lay off the liquor for a bit.“ she grumbled, her speech was starting to slur with her mouth being so numb.

Carmen made her way up to her bedroom, once she got there she flopped down on the bed, lying there for a few seconds before pushing herself in an upright position. She just needed a break from the party downstairs. The music was loud and her head was spinning. She scrolled through social media on her phone for a while before throwing her phone down and going over to her closet to find something else to wear.

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Owen was in a state of euphoria. He had been drinking top shelf liquor since he had gotten here, and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't even a little drunk right now. And, to make things even better, that Julianna chick had snapped him a picture of her goodies. So, in a mixture of drunken stupor and dumb guy brain, he had stumbled to one of the bathrooms in order to snap a picture of his unmentionables to send back in return. He knew that she was just playing hard to get when she said that she wasn't into him, or any other guy, for that matter. Owen might be getting lucky with that so-called lesbian after all. It was so great being him sometimes. He could have any girl he wanted wrapped around his finger, just by his charm and good looks. Who wouldn't want to be him right now?

After washing his hands and exiting the bathroom, he made it back into the main party area. He finished off his drink, tossing the empty red solo cup in one of the waste receptacles nearby. Owen ran a hand through his hair, eyes scanning the room for something (or someone) to do. His ears perked up at the sound of his voice being called out throughout the party. His eyes locked onto Carmen's. Although he couldn't make out everything that she had told him, he simply gave a thumbs up in return. He figured that she was propositioning him. Carmen wanted him, of course - most girls did, after all. Who wouldn't want to roll around in the sheets with Owen motherfucking Manning? It was an offer too good for many girls to refuse. Owen watched as Carmen took a shot, then another one. Liquid courage, he supposed.

Then she left her friends. Owen waited a few moments before following her, as to not seem too eager for what was about to go down. He eventually tracked her down just as she was walking into her walk-in closet. He shut the bedroom door behind him, making his way over to her. Carmen had her back turned to him, but that didn't stop him from reaching out and wrapping his arms around her, placing a kiss on her neck in order to get her attention. He had it going on, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Now it was up to Carmen to figure that out for herself.

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Skye Sutton

Skye was making her rounds around the ball room until it eventually slowed down and she made her way to the kitchen to hide. So far, there had been a lot of questions about “private dances” and ass grabbing, from the men at the ball who happened to also be her regulars at the Vixen. Of course they recognized her, and every time they wanted food from the trays they’d call her by her stage name… Of course they probably didn’t know her real name but it still pissed her off nonetheless. She was surprised they even recognized her with her covered outfit on.
Setting the tray down she ran her hands through her hair. The tips made up for all this embarrassment she was putting herself through tonight. It was for Colette and her grandma, no one else… Not even herself. She was just filling up another tray when she saw Isa walk through the door. She knew of her and she knew some people in her neighborhood bought goods from her. She didn’t judge though, I mean, how could she? She shook her ass for money which might be a little more degrading than selling drugs.
“I can’t count on my fingers how many times one of those old guys has tried to shove a dollar bill in my shirt, how has your night been with them?” She asked with a laugh, in attempt to make conversation. “I swear as soon as they get one brandy in them they lose all morals.” She said with a shake of her head before heading over to Isa, “I don’t know if we’ve formally met before, I’m Sky.” She said and held out her hand. The introduction was a little formal, but she tried her best to be completely opposite than what she made herself to be for the Vixen.

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Daniel Charter

Daniel raised an eyebrow at Katja. He knew very little details about her ex, and he knew nothing about what the guy did to her. But, being the man he is, Daniel was never one to ask. He had his own problems to deal with and always found that just having someone around was better than getting drilled for the details. He hated when people asked him questions so he always chose to never do the same. No questions asked. “Well, here’s to getting fucked up then.” He said with a laugh and took another swig of the bottle.
The thing about Daniel was, he wasn’t the best with people, despite doing his best to get along with them. In high school, despite his wealth, he didn’t care much to talk to the people in the same social class as him so he ended up making friends with the “outcasts”. Even now he still preferred their company. Looking around at the party and the people in their jewels and designer clothes. He felt out of place.
So, despite being here for Katja he drank for himself. To get out of his comfort zone around these people. He hated them, but with some liquid courage he’d be able to tolerate them. Looking back at Katja, he nodded for her to sit with him. He could already feel the warmth from the alcohol coursing through his system, and if he kept drinking from the bottle the way he was, he would be wasted very soon.

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Skylar Kennedy

Being around Carmen was like breathing fresh air for Skylar. Her body felt lighter and her mind felt clearer even though there was fog beginning to surround her from the drinks she had been pounding back. A soft smile played on Sky's lips as Carmen complimented her and asked her how her shift was. "My shift was long. I'm so glad you're throwing a party." It was hard to gage where they stood sometimes. Some days they were best friends who had grown up together. Other days they were cold and pushing back their feelings. Then there was those moments where Sky was certain that the feelings Carmen had matched hers, those nights where their bodies intertwine and they would worship one another all night like bats. On this night, at this party, it was best friends it seemed. A pang of jealousy hit the girls stomach when she noticed Carmen's eyes wander to where Carlisle stood. It was unreasonable for her to get so jealous of Carlisle. Nothing was going on between them and Carmen wasn't even her girlfriend. They just messed around from time to time and that was all. Carmen didn't like the idea of being with a girl. She figured it would ruin her relationship with her parents. Sky couldn't understand it, her parents knew about how she swung and they didn't care as long as she was happy. Instead of watching them talk Sky turned away, looking at Dylan with a fake smile plastered on her face. If only she could get over this stupid little crush and get on with her life. Maybe then Skylar could actually be friends with Carmen instead of keeping appearances and acting as if any time she flirts with someone else it doesn't hurt her.
Julie was the one who brought Sky out of that dark place when she complained about Owen being there. Sky's face twisted in disgust, "Gross." she responded to Carmen greeting him, "What a vile creature." Once again she turned away from the group, leaning against a counter as she sipped on her drink. Honestly at this point she didn't know where it had come from and truthfully she didn't care. Carmen called for shots and Sky knew what this meant. She had done it before, spilling a drink on herself and then going up to her room hoping Sky would follow. Sky threw back a few shots, finished the drink she had then started making her way there. She had almost gotten to the door when she noticed Owen walking into her room instead. It had never occurred to her that maybe the signal was not for her. For Owen though? Of all of the men, Owen? The jealousy that had bubbled in Sky's stomach before came back tenfold and raged through her. Skylar turned on her heel and scoured for a victim. She didn't really care who it was that she grabbed. Anyone willing. She led them to the bathroom and locked the door. Must have been a man. At this point she was so out of it she didn't realize until they were already in the act. The whole time she was thinking of Carmen. ​

 

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The spilling of the liquor was no accident. She purposely had a little bit fall down on her top just so she could come up stairs. She had a feeling that someone would probably follow her and that someone was probably going to be Owen.
She made her way over to closet, flinging the door open. At the same time she could hear her bedroom door being opened then, she heard the familiar click of the door being closed behind them. A tiny smirk played at the corner of her lips. She knew exactly what he wanted tonight and she was pretty sure he was hellbent on getting it.

The alcohol definitely made her all the more persuaded. She probably wouldn’t even think about sleeping with Owen fucking manning if she was sober. She knew what kind of person he was and how he treated poor little Emily, she really deserved better. Maybe if Carmen slept with him this would finally be the last straw that pushed Emily out of his control. She would have to be the one who took one for the team.
As if right on cue, just as she had gathered her hair all on one side she felt a kiss on her exposed skin. she inhaled sharply, the kiss felt better than it was probably supposed to. She just chalked it up to the alcohol though, that’s all this was right? Two alcohol fueled people hooking up at a party. That was what was supposed to happen at these kinds of things. You get drunk and you make stupid decisions. Surely, none of those decisions had any consequences right?

Carmen didn’t even have time to flick the light on in her closet but she didn’t really want to. She didn’t want to see who she was about to kiss. She turned around and pulled him in closer before she could even think about what she was doing.

His lips were softer than she thought they’d be and it only made her want him more. The two started going at it fiercely. Carmen brought her hands up and started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his dress shirt. She could feel his hands grabbing at her hips pulling them of them closer.

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Emily Charter

Emily could feel the alcohol fuzzing her brain. Most of the night she had just been chatting with friends, getting cute photos, and just drinking away. She had almost forgotten that she was still in her debutante dress. The sequins of he dress were beginning to rub on her arm and her shoes were starting to hurt. But she remembered from the group chat earlier that Carmen said she could borrow some clothes which, despite being annoyed with the girls, she might have to take up that offer.
One thing she never understood was how the girls could tell her who was good to love when the most that they’ve been in love with has been designer season drops. They didn’t understand. Of course, Emily didn’t understand herself either… But Owen was her first love and before things changed he had been so sweet. She just didn’t know why things changed.
Gulping down the last of her drink, Emily excused herself from the group she was talking to and slipped off her heals to be able to make it up the stairs pain free. Why she chose stilettos? She had no idea, but they looked hella good with her outfit. Carmen’s house was giant, but like muscle memory it didn’t take her long to get to the room she had slept over in so many times over the years. But this time, the view inside was different…
”Oh my god Carmen, why tell me to come get new clothes if you’re going to be naked in the bed.” She said quickly and slapped her hand over her eyes, not realizing who was in the girls bed at first. Uncovering them to make her way to the closet, Emily paused when she saw the familiar curve of Owen’s muscles and his silky, gelled hair. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She said, noticing that they paused their act. “Don’t let me stop you. I’m fucking changing.” She said, holding back tears as she made her way to the closet, slamming the door closed behind her.
What did she just see? As she shuffled through Carmen’s closet she couldn’t hold back he tears anymore. Carmen, who had just been telling her that Owen was gross and a douche, was sleeping with him. And Owen, who had promised to meet with her and who she didn’t even know had arrived to the party, was in Carmen’s bed. “What the fuck…” She mumbled to herself as she tried not to fumble putting on the clothes, panic in her chest rising. How could they do this to her?
When she pulled on the shoes to match the outfit, Emily looked at herself in the mirror an did her best to try and settle the panic that was going out of control in her body. Her heart was racing and she could barely see through the tears in her eyes. Luckily with dating someone like Owen you learn to wear waterproof makeup. Finally, she somewhat composed herself as she made her way back to the door, hoping they would have the decency to at least put an article of clothing on, “so you two would really do this and not expect me to find out at some point? Really? What the fuck Carmen, I expect this shit from Owen… But from you? This really fucking hurts…” She said, her voice finally breaking as she looked down so they wouldn’t see her tears.

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Katja Novak

Once Katja made the undetailed comment about her ass of an ex messaging her, Daniel didn’t ask anything. He only raised his eyebrows and let the comment slip. Katja appreciated it as Remi was a difficult subject for her to talk about. She had really thought they would spend their life together, get married and perhaps have little Katja’s or little Remi’s running around. Fuck that all felt so dumb now. It had already been half a year but each day was still a struggle.The most random weird little things would just suddenly remind her of Remi, certain songs, certain movies, hell even certain foods and scents. Like the smell of lavender - fuck lavender. It had been one of Remi’s favorite scents and Katja had gotten a couple perfumes like that from him. Katja was unsure whether she would be able to fall in love with anyone after Remi. But it was fine. Alcohol and hook ups filled the void just fine.

“Well, here’s to getting fucked up then.” Katja listened to Daniel’s words as she got back from her thoughts. The man laughed before taking another swig of the bottle, and Katja tried her best to do the same - only managing to smile a bit. “Cheers to that.” She smirked then and raised her can of beer. The brunette sipped her beer with quick gulps, not taking her that much time to drink the malty liquid. Once she was done with it she took a step towards the sofa table and paced the now empty can on the wooden surface. Then she got back to Daniel who looked back at her, nodding to the woman to sit with him. Katja did just that, sat next to her friend on the floor. She put a strand of brown hair under her ear, trying to smile a bit. “Soo, are you gonna give some of that to me? I finished all my drinks already." Katja nodded towards the bottle on Daniel’s hands.

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  Carter was in awe of Lia.
  
  She was beautiful and wonderful and all he wanted to do is talk to her but as they met eyes. Nothing would come out of his mouth. it was like his brain completely shut down and all he could do is watch. With her eyes on his, she smiled, a small one but one made his heart race. He shook his head out of the the stump he was in and smiled right back at her. "Well, I had an non-date tonight that I couldn't afford to miss." He said softly with a smile. "Plus I did promise you I would. I won't break a promise to you Lia. Not now, not ever." He was a man of his words. Especially for the people he cared about. He might had been someone that wasn't before but he learned from his father how to be strong and a man of your own word. That's what he tries to do.
  
  "He misses you. He's always talking about the next time Nollie comes and watches him." He said as he looks down. Carter wasn't the only one with a sweet side for beautiful girl before him. His son also fell for her charm and she is one of his favorite babysitters. Even with the fact that she was still an beginner with the sign language, Damon made a way for them to communicate. "I actually have an message for you from him, he would like me to say that he misses you and he's waiting on you to read Harry Potter to him." He said shaking his head laughing at the fact, his son had him play messenger pigeon.
  
  He blushes as she compliments his outfit. "Well, I may be handsome but you are beautiful Lia. I mean look at you?" He said with a soft smile as he sees her nervousness. He takes a deep breath and softly takes one of her hands. "You want to dance? Or walk around for a bit? I've been at these parties for years, so honestly..I came for the company." He asks her as he takes her hand in hers. "I'm...um..glad you always think I look handsome because...I always think you look amazing." He said softly as he smiles at her words.
  
  
  
  

  

  
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  Carter was in awe of Lia.
  
  She was beautiful and wonderful and all he wanted to do is talk to her but as they met eyes. Nothing would come out of his mouth. it was like his brain completely shut down and all he could do is watch. With her eyes on his, she smiled, a small one but one made his heart race. He shook his head out of the the stump he was in and smiled right back at her. "Well, I had an non-date tonight that I couldn't afford to miss." He said softly with a smile. "Plus I did promise you I would. I won't break a promise to you Lia. Not now, not ever." He was a man of his words. Especially for the people he cared about. He might had been someone that wasn't before but he learned from his father how to be strong and a man of your own word. That's what he tries to do.
  
  "He misses you. He's always talking about the next time Nollie comes and watches him." He said as he looks down. Carter wasn't the only one with a sweet side for beautiful girl before him. His son also fell for her charm and she is one of his favorite babysitters. Even with the fact that she was still an beginner with the sign language, Damon made a way for them to communicate. "I actually have an message for you from him, he would like me to say that he misses you and he's waiting on you to read Harry Potter to him." He said shaking his head laughing at the fact, his son had him play messenger pigeon.
  
  He blushes as she compliments his outfit. "Well, I may be handsome but you are beautiful Lia. I mean look at you?" He said with a soft smile as he sees her nervousness. He takes a deep breath and softly takes one of her hands. "You want to dance? Or walk around for a bit? I've been at these parties for years, so honestly..I came for the company." He asks her as he takes her hand in hers. "I'm...um..glad you always think I look handsome because...I always think you look amazing." He said softly as he smiles at her words.​

 

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“Hey Dill!!!” Carmen wrapped her arms around Dylan excitedly, only letting go after a few moments. It made him let out a small laugh. He really liked CArmen and tried his best to get into their group. They reminded him of those friends he wanted to befriend in high school but never managed. Maybe he could relive his teenage years now? He was always so proper and diligent, not drinking, just preaching about politics and focusing on his kid and school like a nerd. As much as Dylan was happy to befriend Carmen and her gang, he did realize the conflict. The girl did bring out his worst traits, his meaner side that was buried deep inside him. He realized partying often and leaving his girlfriend Alone wasn’t kind nor wise. He realized Shy disliked his new friends. EVen then Dylan decided to just ignore the guilt and enjoy this evening. “We have plenty to choose from, help yourself.” Carmen offered as Dylan teased her about not being able to handle her drunken self without being drunk too.

“Don’t mind if I do.” DYlan laughed again, he nodded at the rest of the girls too but as none of them paid that much attention to him, he decided to do the same. WIth this Dylan went to make a drink for himself, he didn’t like beer and he was unsure how strong the jungle juice was. It was already dumb to leave Shiloh alone with Kaiden, would be dumber to stumble back home piss-drunk. So Dylan got himself cranberry juice with a hint of vodka. He went back to his friends but every single one of them had vanished. “Great.” He mumbled with a sigh. Dylan finished his drink, wandering alone in the house that reminded him of the time he lived in a similar bougie house with his wealthy parents. His and Shiloh’s apartment was much more modest, but also much more homey. Suddenly he felt the guilt coming back. Why did he have to go to this party? Everyone was ignoring him anyway and that didn’t mean he had to ignore his kid and girlfriend.

Dylan left his glass on a side table and instead bringed his phone out of his crossbody bag. He had a quick convo with Shiloh and they agreed Dylan would leave the party. With this he walked away from the party. As he sat on the bus, he apologized for leaving his friends with a quick text message, then indulging himself in a conversation with his girlfriend. Shiloh promised to wait for him with pasta and homemade garlic bread. Dylan felt almost like crying. DId he deserve this? Probably not but he would take it as the selfish person he was. He left the bus and walked to their apartment. He almost ran the stairs, opened the door quickly but quietly, and searched for Shiloh. She was in the kitchen, already wearing pajamas. “I missed you. Sorry I left you alone.” Dylan took her into a hug from behind and kissed her neck, just a small little peck on her skin.

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  Owen was going to get some action tonight after all. Carmen had reciprocated the fiery passion that he had brought to her closet. As their kisses turned from innocent to full of sin, they tumbled into her bed, his shirt quickly coming off. God, this would be so worth it. His thoughts were far from being on Emily right now. Owen was locked in on this moment, feeling nothing but the heat between them. He was so focused on this that he didn't even notice that his former flame had just walked in on them. It was only after he heard the sound of Emily's voice that he hesitated, midway through the act. So much for this being discreet.
  
  He rolled off of Carmen, fumbling around for his boxers and pants. What could he say right now to convince Emily that this was just one bad mistake? Owen buttoned his pants, thinking long and hard about what he'd tell her. She was obviously hurt. But, then again...why should he feel bad too? They hadn't been together for a long time, and they weren't going to be together again. "Listen..." But there would probably be no listening on Emily's end. Why should he have to justify his own actions? He was proud of himself for getting this far with Carmen. "You know what? Why do you even care? If I wanna sleep with Carmen's fine ass, then I will."
  
  To make matters worse, he continued to speak, much to everyone's chagrin. Nobody would be putting him down, that was for sure. "You're just obsessed with me. That's what it is, isn't it? You can't see me with anyone else but you. I tell you what, Emily, that's so fucking selfish. We are never getting back together. Ever." Harsh? To everyone else, it was, but to Owen, he was just telling her what was up. If she had a problem with it, he didn't care. He'd find someone else to sleep with tonight. Owen didn't need Emily, not now, not ever.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Nollie couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Carter just made her want to smile. Just hearing his voice made her day. "You're so sweet. I think it's one of the many reasons why I like you." Her cheeks tinted at her admittance. She hoped that he didn't take it as admitting that she had a crush on him, even as true as it was. Nollie feared that Carter didn't feel the same way about her as she felt about him, so she just bottled it all up inside, hoping that her feelings for him weren't totally obvious. She had never felt this way about anyone else before, and she was sure that she'd never feel this way about anyone else ever again. Nollie was absolutely smitten. She fiddled with a loose strand of her hair that had fallen out of place from her updo, afraid that she had just screwed this all up.
  
  But she hadn't. Instead, the conversation drifted back to the topic of Damon. The child missed him, which warmed her heart to hear. Nollie simply adored children, and Carter's son was no exception. She let out a laugh at the message he had sent for her. "That's on me for ending it on a cliffhanger. Tell him that next time, I'll make sure that the story will have a happy ending." Nollie enjoyed reading to him, even if they had to do it in ASL. The way his eyes lit up every time she told him a story was utterly priceless. She hoped that one day, her own children would feel the same way. Her secret goal in life was to be a stay-at-home mom. But that was unattainable. Nollie had no husband of which to speak of. She had never even been kissed, for crying out loud!
  
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Owen grunted on top of her, but did she even feel anything at all? No. The alcohol had fully numbed her body at this point. She couldn’t even tell her left from right. Her fingernails dug into his back while her body arched closer to him. She had her eyes squeezed shit because, truthfully, she didn’t really want to see what she was doing. It was good thing that by tomorrow this whole thing would be blur. Carmen couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty but, what did she have to feel guilty about anyways? It’s not like Emily and Owen were together. It can’t be cheating if there isn’t a relationship. They were just two young adults having fun and hooking up. There’s no harm in that right?

All motions stopped, Owen ripped himself away from her making Carmen whine a little in confusion. The confusion turned into realization when she heard Emily’s sweet voice. Then the panic set in, not only did Emily just see her naked, but she just caught her fucking her ex. This was definitely not supposed to happen. Carmen had totally forgotten all about the conversation with Em. All she could think was fuck, fuck fuck.

Carmen fumbled under the neon lights of her bedroom for her underwear. She slapped her forehead when she remembered that Owen had ripped them off inside the closet. Instead, Carmen brought the covers closer, trying to make herself decent. Emily was already in the closet and it would be awkward as hell if she went there in to grab the underwear Owen tore off her body.

Finally she heard the door to closet slowly open. Emily came and stood underneath the doorway. She knew Emily was crying, she didn’t blame her but she really didn’t have the energy to deal with it. She was just too drunk to care.

“So you two would really do this and not expect me to find out at some point? Really? What the fuck Carmen, I expect this shit from Owen… But from you? This really fucking hurts…” The last comment actually stung a little bit. “Em-“ she started to say something but Owen completely cut her off going on a wild tangent.

“Listen..." Owen started but hesitated. “You know what? Why do you even care? If I wanna sleep with Carmen's fine ass, then I will." He paused, probably making up his mind. Carmen couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“You're just obsessed with me. That's what it is, isn't it? You can't see me with anyone else but you. I tell you what, Emily, that's so fucking selfish. We are never getting back together. Ever."

Damn Owen, Carmen thought. She couldn’t help but agree with him. It did seem a bit like she was obsessed with him. Owen was a free man, he can do whatever he wants, Emily doesn’t have a say it in that anymore and Carmen just couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore.

“I’m not going to let you sit here and guilt trip me like I’ve done something wrong. He obviously doesn’t get two shits about you. I feel like I proved that, seeing as he can easily sleep with one of your best friends.”

She didn’t even give Emily any time to reply before she got up and walked into the bathroom connected to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She didn’t feel well and the room was spinning. She knew this feeling all too well. Carmen bent over the toilet and puked her brains out. Yeah, she was definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

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After hooking up with the guy in the bathroom, Skylar texted Julie to let her know what the situation was. They agreed that it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Em but to protect her from seeing the whole ordeal. The jealousy that had coursed through her veins had subsided and now Sky's only plans were to find Emily and make sure that she didn't see what was going on in Carmen's room. As much as Sky could be a cold hearted bitch, she didn't wan Em's little heart to break. She also didn't want their friend group to be torn into two. They had all been friends for as long as Sky could remember and for something to break up the group it had to be big. Carmen sleeping with Emily's ex who she still pined for (for some stupid reason that Sky didn't know) would be big enough to tear up the group. The girls had agreed that Skylar search downstairs and Julie searched up so Sky hastily dressed herself and pulled the shirt she had stolen from the guy overtop of her outfit. While searching for Em Sky grabbed a drink and sipped at it as she wandered around the main floor of Carmen's house. Once she was sure that Emily was not down there she made her way up the stairs to help Julie search the room. By now Carmen and Owen had to have finished so the threat of Emily finding out had likely ceased for the most part. who knew how long it would take Owen to get his skimpy ass out of her friends room, though.

As Sky approached the door to Carmen's room she could start hearing voices. the party around them was loud but Skylar could pick out Emily and Carmen's voices. This was not good. A door slammed as Skylar approached the threshold of Carmen's room. Shit had most definitely gone down. When Sky got into the room she could see Owen standing there half dressed like the jackass that he was and Emily standing across the room. She had obviously seen the whole thing and had been crying. Where was Carmen? Sky didn't even say anything, she just glared at Owen as she brushed by and walked into the bathroom attached to the room. There was Carmen with her head in the toilet. The only thought in the back of Sky's mind was that this was karma. Outwardly, though, Skylar rushed to be by Carmen's side and held her hair while she puked. As much as it pained her to do so, Skylar would be there for Carmen no matter what. Even if her actions truly did hurt her. When all was said and done Carmen was Sky's best friend. Even if she didn't reciprocate the feelings Sky felt. Skylar was a big girl so if she truly did want to be in a relationship she could find someone to get into a relationship with. That someone didn't have to be Carmen at the end of the day even if Sky really wanted it to.​

 

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Emily Charter

Emily felt like a knife was digging itself deeper into heart that the both of them spoke. First with Owen declaring she was obsessed with him and that they would never get back together, then with Carmen agreeing with him and showing no remorse for her actions. But as they both went on their tangents she could feel that sadness turning into anger, to rage. The feeling was foreign to her because in the twenty-one years of her life all she had experienced was happiness, sadness, and loneliness. Now that happiness was changed to anger. Anger, sadness, and loneliness filled her kind heart.
"You know what? I'm done with you two... And I'm keeping these clothes as payment for sleeping with my ex!" Emily called to Carmen as the other girl went to the bathroom. "As for you, I hope getting your d*ck wet was worth it because I'm never talking to you again." She said to Owen finally and wiped away her tears as she turned to leave. She needed alcohol and lots of it.
When the door slammed behind her, Emily stood still for a moment trying to process that she just lost two people she cared about in one go. She expected the familiar loneliness to settle in, but all she found was her heart pounding. She needed to get that anger out because as of now, she didn't know how to store it away. Finding a random bathroom in the house she checked the mirror to see how bad she looked. Luckily with her waterproof makeup she didn't look too bad apart from her cheeks and nose looking red. Wetting one of the towels with cold water, she pressed it to her face to cool it down. Her heart was still racing. So while she cooled down her face, she took out her phone and blocked them both. It hurt her to block Carmen, but she knew blocking Owen would help because every time she tried to get over him he would message her sweet things.
Eventually when the redness in her face went away, Emily finally put on her mask, the familiar smile she used when everything in her was hurting, and made her way back down to the party and music. She didn't care that the drinking she was doing was reckless because she needed to get the image of Owen and Carmen in bed together out of her mind. If alcohol would black that image out, she would use it to her full advantage.
The chatter of everyone around her as she drank more slowly started to sound blurry to her, and the memory of Owen and Carmen started to fade away. When a JLo song came on Emily could feel the need to drag a guy to where everyone was dancing in the sitting room. So, letting her eyes scour the crowed, they eventually landed on Rowan. She knew it was wrong. She didn't want to be like Owen. But that anger inside took over and she made her way over to the man.
She didn't know him well, mostly because most of Emily and Owen's time together was spent either in the city doing fun things or in her bed. Either way, she knew that Rowan was his best friend. The perfect payback, and he was cute... So she put on her best flirty smile and stood in front of the man, "come dance with me." Her tone wasn't meant to be a question, more of a demand. Though with her looks she knew any guy would want to. Taking his hand she led him to the dancing crowed and began to move to the music with him, making sure she was both sultry and in sync with the tune.

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Lavender Boileau

Just as Lav had predicted the debutante ball was a bust. This higher class of Rosemary Beach were the same kind of people that hounded Lavender after her mother died. She didn't care to be partying and wasting her life away. She had done that in her teen, she didn't need to do that again. Sure, she had talked to a few people but they were all horny and drunk and that just wasn't the vibe that Lavender had been going for. As the ball ended Lavender decided that she would go out and eat. The few sips of her drink had no effect on her so she felt safe enough to drive herself to a cozy little bar in town. Lav vaguely remembered the place from vacationing with her parents although she doubted she would remember any of the people in the area. Or that any of the people would remember her. It had been a few years since she had been around so if there was any connections made they had likely been long forgotten.

Lav slid out of her Jeep and started to head into the cute little bar and grill. The name of the establishment made her smile to herself. Wish you were Beer. Her father would have loved this place before he went insane. It didn't occur to Lavender that she was still in her fancy ball getup until she was already seated at the bar, looking over the menu. It was fancy enough that it didn't really fit the vibe of the establishment but modest enough that she likely would not need to worry about anybody saying anything. Although the bright red colour and the high heels might give away that she was coming straight from the ball. A part of her had considered going to the big party that one of the girls had posted about on twitter but the idea of partying with those people really didn't sit well in her stomach. It was about time to admit that perhaps since the trauma that she had suffered in her lifetime had turned her off of people who reminded her of her father and how he used to influence her into dressing less modest and try to get a boyfriend. How was it that she had ended up so different from her parents? When they were her age they were in school and partying every night but Lavender just couldn't stand the thought of it. Was it The Clergy that had influenced this idea? Lav didn't know. Not that it mattered anyway.

She waited patiently for the bartender to have a moment to serve her and continued scanning the menu in her hands. There was many options but she had already made up her mind. A water and a ceaser would likely be her choice. Maybe a salad to eat. She wasn't really all that hungry but the idea of going back to that big empty house where she had spent a better part of her childhood wasn't exactly her idea of fun. Memories flooded into her mind every time that she stepped into the entrance of the home where her family was once happy.​

 

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Daniel wasn't fully sure how to handle this situation with Katja. He could tell she was hurt, which made him a little sad and made him want to help, he just didn't know how. He saw this sort of thing go on with his sister and her love for Owen and just how fucked up relationships could be. He never wanted that for himself, or for anyone he cared about. The thing with his sister made him want to beat the shit out of Owen despite not having a close relationship with her. But he couldn't judge either because he was horrible with girls.
So, instead of trying to say anything to console Katja he handed her the bottle and let the effects of the alcohol course through him. Handing the bottle back and forth between them, Daniel was beginning to get drunk and he had the questions running through his mind, "so tell me," he paused as he put an arm around her which was a normal thing when they drank together, "what sort of thing gets you to stay with guys like that." His words were slightly slurred as he asked this question. It may have been inappropriate but his brain couldn't process that at the moment, though if he fucked up most people knew there wasn't a malicious bone in his body.
When the bottle was finished off, he tossed it to the side. How the two of them went through it so quickly, who knows, but Daniel wanted more. "Sorry if that was rude, you don't have to answer." He said with the shake of his head, "woah that made me dizzy." He said with a laugh and leaned his head on her shoulder, "what do ya wanna do now?" He asked, looking around at all the drunk people who seemed to be drunker than him while he tapped his foot to the music, "I think I wanna dance." He said with a laugh.

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Katja could tell Daniel was worried of her but at least he wasn’t asking any questions for now. Remi was a sore subject for Katja to talk about. She pretended to be fine but half of a year of being alone and well, was definitely not enough to make three years of abuse vanish - in fact no matter how much time passed it would never vanish. It would be part of Katja forever, no matter how much she wanted to deny it. But she was doing better, every day was easier and she had people around who loved her. Still, randomly getting the message from Remi messed up with her mind. But there was nothing a good company and a bit of alcohol wouldn’t help. Right? Maybe not, but it was worth the try. At least it would numb her emotions for a while.

Daniel didn’t console Katja which was understandable as she had told no details other than having a shitty ex. But in a way just spending time with a friend like this was comforting enough. Daniler handed her the bottle and Katja took a big swig. SHe was already getting a bit tipsy thanks to the beer and vodka shots she took before this bottle. They continued drinking mostly in silence, handing the bottle back and forth between them. They both were getting quite drunk and Daniel was drunk enough to speak his mind. "So tell me…" He paused as he put an arm around her which was the usual thing when they drank together. "What sort of thing gets you to stay with guys like that." His words were slightly slurred as he asked this question.

Katja got a bit taken aback by the question, hazel eyes widening and narrow shoulders going into a shrug. “I wonder.” She simply said. When the bottle was finished off, Daniel tossed it to the side. How the two of them went through it so quickly, Katja was unsure. But she knew more alcohol would just numb her emotions further - something she desperately needed. "Sorry if that was rude, you don't have to answer." He said with the shake of his head, while Katja shook her head too. “Nah, it’s fine.” The sudden motion made her head spin. "Woah that made me dizzy." Daniel said with a laugh and leaned his head on her shoulder. “Same, not gonna take it as a sign to stop though.” She almost laughed. “But what comes to your question, it’s fine to ask that. Though, I won’t go into detail.”

A thinking frown shaped her lips. “It honestly depends on the situation. In my case my ex was wealthy and he made me dependent on him, paying rent and my studies and I was dumb and let him. It made me feel like I had to be with him. He also was charming and a bit manipulative. I thought I loved him but there was no love in reality.”[/i] Katja shrugged her shoulders with a smile that had no hint of happiness. “But less of that. What do you…” KAtja started to ask but it was Daniel who finished the question first. "What do ya wanna do now?" He asked, looking around at all the drunk people who stumbled in the rhythm of the music. "I think I wanna dance." The man said with a laugh. “I don’t but let’s do it.” Katja laughed, got up and pulled Daniel to stand up too. “Let’s go.”

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Owen's night was utterly, without a doubt, ruined. He couldn't even finish, and now Carmen was puking in her bathroom. This could have all been avoided if these damn doors had locks. After Emily had finished berating him and left, he finished redressing, running a hand through his now-messy hair. He wanted to be anywhere but here right now. Owen sighed as he buttoned his shirt, making his way back out into the main part of the mansion. Everyone was dancing to some stupid mainstream pop song from the 2000's. He rolled his eyes. Whoever had their playlist on right now had a crappy taste in music. Owen pushed past some of the people bumping and grinding and moving and grooving as he walked to the exit. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Emily...dancing with Rowan.

His breath hitched in the back of his throat. Rowan Wilder, his best friend in the whole world, was dancing with his ex-girlfriend. Owen was stunned - floored, even. How could he just stab him in the back like that? It was always bros before hoes, not the other way around. They had both declared that exes were off-limits. What had changed? He was emotionally betrayed by this turn of events. Out of everyone in his circle, he had never expected Rowan to do this to him. Others could do that, sure, but Rowan? It was as if the wind had been knocked out of him. But Owen quickly regained his composure. He was going to confront them, even if it cost him a friendship...no, a best friendship. Owen took a deep breath before starting in their direction, knowing full well that this would be a shitshow.

"So this is the thanks I get after I specifically told you not to go after my ex?" he grumbled, just loud enough for everyone in the general vicinity to hear. "I really thought you were my best friend, but apparently not anymore, because here you are, draped all over Emily like she's the latest Armani suit. What the fuck, man? Do standards really not matter to you anymore?" Owen's voice rose with every word he spoke. He was going to let both of them know exactly how he felt about this situation. It didn't matter if they cared about what he thought, but he felt it was necessary. Owen took a step closer to the pair, his temper flaring.

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  Isa was serving dirty old men, with a smile. She was selling on the side, giving these young adults some fun while watching as their parents forced them to grow their family power by marrying more rich folks. She had gotten her ass smacked like twelve times in the past half-hour. She knew that Elo's boss was looking for her, and she knew there was no way she would let her sister come back out here until she had gotten at least a handle on these drunkies. She was coming up with a plan when someone came next to her and started to speak to her. She glanced at the young woman next to her and she smiled.
  
  Like Isa was known, so was Skye. Everyone knew her stage name, she just knew her as Skye. The person who took care of her family with the judgment it came with. Her being a dancer, definitely didn't give her an excellent reputation.
  
  "I know your name, Skye. Just like you know mine." She chuckles softly to her as she turned fully to her. "But we have not met formally. I'm Isa." She took her hand softly and shook it before looking back at the party or ball. She chuckled. "You act like they had any morals in the first place? All of these, well excluding a few like the Kingston's think that money can be thrown at anyone and anything. And it will fall for them. " She said bitterly as she looked at her. "I'm here to teach them differently." Her plan fully formed in her mind.
  
  She quickly texted Elosie, to stay away for a few minutes. She didn't need her to get caught up with her plan and plus lose her job. Isa then smirks at Skye. "Do you wanna see how I teach?" She then took a glass of wine from her tray and carefully walked over to one of the drunkies of the night and accidently tripped, spilling her drink on him. She fakes and cries out in horror as she pats him down. "I'm so sorry sir. Please forgive me. I tripped and I couldn't." She whined as she pats him down, blinking her innocent doe eyes at him, and pressing her breasts against him. He eventually forgave her with a wink, and she kisses his cheek softly before walking away toward Skye with a smirk.
  
  She holds out his wallet to her. "Probably a few hundred in there. Take it. I made enough this evening." The only reward she needed was the look of his completely freaked out when he realized the wallet is not in there.
  
  
  
  

  

  
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  Isa was serving dirty old men, with a smile. She was selling on the side, giving these young adults some fun while watching as their parents forced them to grow their family power by marrying more rich folks. She had gotten her ass smacked like twelve times in the past half-hour. She knew that Elo's boss was looking for her, and she knew there was no way she would let her sister come back out here until she had gotten at least a handle on these drunkies. She was coming up with a plan when someone came next to her and started to speak to her. She glanced at the young woman next to her and she smiled.
  
  Like Isa was known, so was Skye. Everyone knew her stage name, she just knew her as Skye. The person who took care of her family with the judgment it came with. Her being a dancer, definitely didn't give her an excellent reputation.
  
  "I know your name, Skye. Just like you know mine." She chuckles softly to her as she turned fully to her. "But we have not met formally. I'm Isa." She took her hand softly and shook it before looking back at the party or ball. She chuckled. "You act like they had any morals in the first place? All of these, well excluding a few like the Kingston's think that money can be thrown at anyone and anything. And it will fall for them. " She said bitterly as she looked at her. "I'm here to teach them differently." Her plan fully formed in her mind.
  
  She quickly texted Elosie, to stay away for a few minutes. She didn't need her to get caught up with her plan and plus lose her job. Isa then smirks at Skye. "Do you wanna see how I teach?" She then took a glass of wine from her tray and carefully walked over to one of the drunkies of the night and accidently tripped, spilling her drink on him. She fakes and cries out in horror as she pats him down. "I'm so sorry sir. Please forgive me. I tripped and I couldn't." She whined as she pats him down, blinking her innocent doe eyes at him, and pressing her breasts against him. He eventually forgave her with a wink, and she kisses his cheek softly before walking away toward Skye with a smirk.
  
  She holds out his wallet to her. "Probably a few hundred in there. Take it. I made enough this evening." The only reward she needed was the look of his completely freaked out when he realized the wallet is not in there.​

 

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  Carlise knew this wasn't the brightest of her ideas. Honestly, all she wanted was to get drunk and high without her brother knowing about it. She had left right before he did, to make it to the ball on time. Like him, she used her name and everyone knew to move away. She talked to the important folks and made connections with others but once she knew her brother was there, she was out. He was the golden child, even with having a child unmarried and young, everyone respected him still. He took over the shop, and lead it to be again one of the top auto shops in the state. He was the one that everyone wanted to be around.
  
  Carlise was the one that everyone wanted to run away from.
  
  If it wasn't for the fact she was openly gay, or the fact that she would put these old rich fucks in their place. She would be right up there with her brother probably but she wasn't. And this was the best time for her to escape. So she did. She ran off, leaving the ball, and heading to her apartment. She had bought this with her own earned cash from working part-time and from playing in bars or with bands who needed someone to play a part for them when their usual was out. The only thing about this apartment, it was on the side of town that Carlise didn't grow up on but fought on. She was the rich girl who went to the bad side of the beach and never came back. She stayed with her family during the week but the weekends were strictly down here, in her apartment where no one wants her to be something she's not.
  
  She quickly changed as she goes to meet Paris. Carlise smirked as she checks her out as well. "Beautiful me? No, darling, you are the one that's taking my breath away." It was known that she was a flirt but she didn't play girls like that. She may hook up but she never leads girls on. Her father taught her better than that. She glanced at the party, everything was going well but..this was at Carmen's house.
  
  And it was a bad idea for her to be here. After they had...ended things. Carlise avoided people associated with her for months, she became more and more outsider with the people on the rich side of town, and she became more and more with the other side. She shook herself out of her mind and nodded at Paris who said she needed a drink and looped her arm with hers and dragged her into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter and watched as Paris began to make her a drink. She glanced at Paris and smirked. She was a beautiful woman, and Carlise would love a chance to have fun with her..then she appeared.
  
  Paris went to go hug *her* and she glanced at her, seeing her in ways that others couldn't. Carlise could always see right through the mask and she could see her now. She looked away and nodded at her softly. Not able to speak a word to her yet but at least acknowledged when she entered. Before Paris was done talking to her, Carlise sent a quick SOS text to the only person that she thought to help her. Her best friend, Katja before going back to the conversation at hand. She smirked at her softly.
  
  "Me? Having a date? Sadly I do not. " Carlise smiles at her as she flirts. "How can I possibly have a date with you as my view?"
  
  
  
  

  

  
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  Carlise knew this wasn't the brightest of her ideas. Honestly, all she wanted was to get drunk and high without her brother knowing about it. She had left right before he did, to make it to the ball on time. Like him, she used her name and everyone knew to move away. She talked to the important folks and made connections with others but once she knew her brother was there, she was out. He was the golden child, even with having a child unmarried and young, everyone respected him still. He took over the shop, and lead it to be again one of the top auto shops in the state. He was the one that everyone wanted to be around.
  
  Carlise was the one that everyone wanted to run away from.
  
  If it wasn't for the fact she was openly gay, or the fact that she would put these old rich fucks in their place. She would be right up there with her brother probably but she wasn't. And this was the best time for her to escape. So she did. She ran off, leaving the ball, and heading to her apartment. She had bought this with her own earned cash from working part-time and from playing in bars or with bands who needed someone to play a part for them when their usual was out. The only thing about this apartment, it was on the side of town that Carlise didn't grow up on but fought on. She was the rich girl who went to the bad side of the beach and never came back. She stayed with her family during the week but the weekends were strictly down here, in her apartment where no one wants her to be something she's not.
  
  She quickly changed as she goes to meet Paris. Carlise smirked as she checks her out as well. "Beautiful me? No, darling, you are the one that's taking my breath away." It was known that she was a flirt but she didn't play girls like that. She may hook up but she never leads girls on. Her father taught her better than that. She glanced at the party, everything was going well but..this was at Carmen's house.
  
  And it was a bad idea for her to be here. After they had...ended things. Carlise avoided people associated with her for months, she became more and more outsider with the people on the rich side of town, and she became more and more with the other side. She shook herself out of her mind and nodded at Paris who said she needed a drink and looped her arm with hers and dragged her into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter and watched as Paris began to make her a drink. She glanced at Paris and smirked. She was a beautiful woman, and Carlise would love a chance to have fun with her..then she appeared.
  
  Paris went to go hug *her* and she glanced at her, seeing her in ways that others couldn't. Carlise could always see right through the mask and she could see her now. She looked away and nodded at her softly. Not able to speak a word to her yet but at least acknowledged when she entered. Before Paris was done talking to her, Carlise sent a quick SOS text to the only person that she thought to help her. Her best friend, Katja before going back to the conversation at hand. She smirked at her softly.
  
  "Me? Having a date? Sadly I do not. " Carlise smiles at her as she flirts. "How can I possibly have a date with you as my view?"
  
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Rowan had absolutely no time for that stupid ball everyone was going to, but a party? With babes with smokin hot bods? Yeah that was definitely his kind of place and that’s exactly where he was, drinking every liquor available.

The alcohol filled his senses most importantly they dulled everything. He didn’t want to feel anything tonight. He wanted to get away from the prison that was his home.

Rowan watched as drunk females made a fool of themselves in the living room, which is where he sat, nursing on a cold beer. He brought said beer to his lips taking a swig of the fermented liquid. He let out a little burp as he slid down deeper into the cushions of the couch.

The music they were playing was not really his jam, and honestly he was getting a little bored of watching girls giggle in his direction.

He was just about to leave when finally someone cute enough for him to take an interest in. He didn’t even think twice as the girl lead him onto the dance floor and even though the music was not his style, he grabbed the girl by the hips, pressing his pelvis into hers, grinding away at the beat of the music. He started getting carried away, his breath fanning over her neck.

He was getting dangerously close to fully groping on this mystery women when he heard his best friends voice.

“So this is the thanks I get after I specifically told you not to go after my ex?" Rowan was taken back, he really had no clue what the fuck Owen was spouting off about, until he looked down and saw none other than Emily fucking Charter. He wanted to slap his hand on his forehead but he didn’t. Owen just kept going off on him, not even giving Rowan time to explain himself.

“I really thought you were my best friend, but apparently not anymore, because here you are, draped all over Emily like she's the latest Armani suit. What the fuck, man? Do standards really not matter to you anymore?" Who the fuck was he to talk to him like that? Owen taking a step at him was the last straw. At this point, Rowan couldn’t even see Owen anymore, he didn’t even say anything he just clocked him right on the jaw.

“You have no fucking right to say anything about standards when you fuck anything that has two legs and a fucking pussy.” Rowan clenched his fist open and closed. After the shitty day he had, he wasn’t in the mood for a cat fight. Owen had no say over who he could hook up with, and if he wanted Emily he was damn well going to get her.

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  Shy had a long day today, it started with having to wake up Kaiden for daycare. During the summer, neither they nor his father could watch him during the day. Dylan was preparing for the day, it was an afterparty of rich young adults attended after the ball. They really didn't care for parties but they knew that their boyfriend did so Shy said it was ok that they could go. They didn't want to hold him back, their boyfriend had done so much for them. Taking in Kai as his own, standing up to his parents for them even when he lost so much. Dylan had given up so much for them so Shy decided that no matter what, he will get the world if he wants it.
  
  And he didn't want the world, he just wanted to be popular in town so he went to join up from what they heard, the biggest bitch in town.
  
  Carmen Faye Ryan.
  
  Shy didn't like her, and would not for any reason hang out for her, but they would never tell him because he seemed happy when he talks about his new friends and his new life here. Shy didn't have the heart to break his. So they shut up and listen to his day with a smile because they loved him. After work, they went to pick up Kaiden from daycare. He kept asking about where's dada. Honestly, they expected this, Kai's favorite person in the world is his daddy. So when he's not there, he definitely notices. They just told him that Dada had something to do, and will be back tomorrow morning to wake him up like normal.
  
  They got home, and they made dinner for Kaiden, as they weren't hungry. Shy then let him play and then it was time for bed. Kai wanted his nails painted like his dad, but Shy couldn't find it so they told them tomorrow which made them cry, they said Dada would help them and they smiled. Kaiden was definitely a dada's boy, they tucked them in, and waited until they fell asleep before trying to study for their classes. They had taken summer classes so they can at least try to get some credits done, so they could take a small credit load, making it so they could take more work hours in the morning. Getting off around the same time as their son, and being able to spend more time with them. Shy wanted all the time with him because he was growing up too soon for them plus they didn't like going to sleep without knowing their boyfriend was safe.
  
  Then Dylan texted and Shy instantly smiled. He was coming home, they got up to quickly make some food. Dylan argued that he could have eaten bread and been happy like they would be ok with that. If he's hungry, he's going to actually eat goddamnit. They were cooking when they heard the door open, Dylan came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around them.
  
  "Baby, I told you it was fine! You need these connections to grow your dream right?" They asked as they put down the wooden spoon, feeling a kiss on their neck, and turned around to face the man that had their heart. "Kai and me will be right here waiting for you to come home, but you need to chase your dreams, baby. We love you and support you. Plus I can handle our son."
  
  Shy then kisses him softly before pulling away. "Now you get some pajamas on, and we can eat together. You can tell me all about your day and the party. Oh and kisses!" They said with a smirk and another kiss on his lips.
  
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  Shy had a long day today, it started with having to wake up Kaiden for daycare. During the summer, neither they nor his father could watch him during the day. Dylan was preparing for the day, it was an afterparty of rich young adults attended after the ball. They really didn't care for parties but they knew that their boyfriend did so Shy said it was ok that they could go. They didn't want to hold him back, their boyfriend had done so much for them. Taking in Kai as his own, standing up to his parents for them even when he lost so much. Dylan had given up so much for them so Shy decided that no matter what, he will get the world if he wants it.
  
  And he didn't want the world, he just wanted to be popular in town so he went to join up from what they heard, the biggest bitch in town.
  
  Carmen Faye Ryan.
  
  Shy didn't like her, and would not for any reason hang out for her, but they would never tell him because he seemed happy when he talks about his new friends and his new life here. Shy didn't have the heart to break his. So they shut up and listen to his day with a smile because they loved him. After work, they went to pick up Kaiden from daycare. He kept asking about where's dada. Honestly, they expected this, Kai's favorite person in the world is his daddy. So when he's not there, he definitely notices. They just told him that Dada had something to do, and will be back tomorrow morning to wake him up like normal.
  
  They got home, and they made dinner for Kaiden, as they weren't hungry. Shy then let him play and then it was time for bed. Kai wanted his nails painted like his dad, but Shy couldn't find it so they told them tomorrow which made them cry, they said Dada would help them and they smiled. Kaiden was definitely a dada's boy, they tucked them in, and waited until they fell asleep before trying to study for their classes. They had taken summer classes so they can at least try to get some credits done, so they could take a small credit load, making it so they could take more work hours in the morning. Getting off around the same time as their son, and being able to spend more time with them. Shy wanted all the time with him because he was growing up too soon for them plus they didn't like going to sleep without knowing their boyfriend was safe.
  
  Then Dylan texted and Shy instantly smiled. He was coming home, they got up to quickly make some food. Dylan argued that he could have eaten bread and been happy like they would be ok with that. If he's hungry, he's going to actually eat goddamnit. They were cooking when they heard the door open, Dylan came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around them.
  
  "Baby, I told you it was fine! You need these connections to grow your dream right?" They asked as they put down the wooden spoon, feeling a kiss on their neck, and turned around to face the man that had their heart. "Kai and me will be right here waiting for you to come home, but you need to chase your dreams, baby. We love you and support you. Plus I can handle our son."
  
  Shy then kisses him softly before pulling away. "Now you get some pajamas on, and we can eat together. You can tell me all about your day and the party. Oh and kisses!" They said with a smirk and another kiss on his lips.
  
  Damn, they loved this man.
  
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Emily Charter

Emily smiled to herself when she felt Rowans hands exploring her and the breath against her neck admittedly had her knees weak, so she slipped her arms around his neck so that they were closer as they danced. The song was almost over and she wanted nothing more than to drag him out of the house and to her apartment. Standing on her toes so she was a little more his height she was about to crash her lips to his when she heard Owen's voice over the music.
She narrowed her eyes when Owen came over and started bothering Rowan and her, so he could fuck her best friend but she couldn't with his? "Fuck this hypocrisy Owen, go away." She said just as Rowan stepped up to Owen. As much as she hated Owen, she didn't want to see him get hurt either but just as she was about to drag Rowan away from a fight she heard the crack of what she assumed was Rowan knuckles to Owen's face. She covered her mouth in shock for a moment but quickly composed herself and took Rowan's arm to drag him away, "come on, let me distract you from all of this." She said and used her petty strength against the man to get him out of the house.
"He kind of deserved that." Emily said as soon as the cool night breeze hit her skin and turned to face him, "I got a driver, want to come to my place?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, "could ice that hand..." She said, taking it in hers to inspect the slight pink tinge that was developing on his knuckles. As if on queue her driver pulled up in the car and she gave him a little nod to follow. Admittedly, even though she didn't want Owen to be hurt, she hoped it did.
Once in the car, Emily put up the privacy window between the back seat and the drivers seat before she hesitantly slid a leg over his waist so that she was straddling him, "you know, I'm not Owen's property." She told him, letting her body get close to his as she slid a hand up his arm, "obviously this could be a fun night if you want it to be." Her tone now was more sultry. She didn't know why she was doing this. She didn't know if it was to get back at Owen, or because she had enough alcohol in her system that could knock her out if she took one more shot... Maybe it was both. But her brain didn't care as she waited for Rowan to give his answer.

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Logan was not really a party animal. You would see him sometimes at parties, counting the minutes when the first person leaves so, he could follow. This party however is different because he was going to see Paris there who was his......” client.” Typically, Logan was very professional with his clients but with Paris, he could not resist. Logan walks into the party which was such a vibe. The first place he went to was to get a drink. He was a social drinker but tonight he might indulge a little more. While taking a shot he spotted Paris who looked beautiful. She had on a black skirt and the tats, she looked amazing. He felt he was a reason for all the training they had to do. He walked up to her and from behind her he whispered in her ear “your body looks amazing your work out?” he said as he grinned waiting for her to turn around.

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“Let me pull up on you”

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