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Realistic or Modern Summer Nights
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Maxilgal
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Max Orson
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“Haha...yeah..” She watched the others fool around, talk about sleeping with each other. It almost distracted her from her hands that were shaking uncontrollably. She didn’t like admitting that she was getting dopesick, especially with people she didn’t know. Instead she shoved her hands into her pockets and let the night swirl around her.
Her meditation, though was broken by a boy. Julian, the prince to be exact. He was a nice kid, if a bit too sure of himself for Max. But that all went away when he talked to her.
“Oh uh….yeah totally.” She was lost for words. Julian’s face had been practically ethereal in the pool light. A kind smile that, for once...it made Max actually feel ok. It was natural, not brought on by any drugs. “Jesus…” Max whispered as she bit her lip. Suddenly, she returned her focus to Angel. “So uh...how have you uh...been…”
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Lindah
Junior Member
Devin Parr
Alone at Room, Roommate=Calvin, Doing Math of all things
Alone at Room, Roommate=Calvin, Doing Math of all things
Devin was the party-pooper of the entire 'trip'. But he wasn't trashing it - he was just not participating it. But, like, any sane person... would avoid this like the plague. Entirely.
He luckily reached his shared-room and locked it, at long last gaining peace, gaining silence, away from all the wild things going on down there. A sigh of relief! He wandered around the room for a bit, both to look around where he was sleeping at, where all things, switches and whatnot were located at, and to find his stuff. His clothes were surely in the wardrobe, but where was the rest of his stuff? His bag was by the side, clearly emptied. It was then that his eyes landed onto a single desk that had, of course, his stacks of books, homework, writing equipment, his laptop... everything.
For once, he smiled. He had never felt so, relieved to see all his familiar things again, all his books. Already did he feel homesick, did he feel terrible for bringing them all with him though. Most likely? He wouldn't even be able to go through a quarter of his homework let alone the novels, due to this very, very wild Summer Nights, the weeks to come.. that would get him sleep deprivation and whatnot terrible, terrible obstacles...
Thinking about all the endless possibilities of himself not surviving this trip was only making himself feel gloomier and just, terrible. And Devin decided to stop thinking of the negatives for now, literally planning to now cherish this lone time that he had, this rare-as-a-gem occasion to sit down upon the desk chair, pick one of the many books he had that was a single school assignment, grabbed a pen, and began doing it.
It would be abll about Math, all about calculating all the radius, whatnot Pi... darn Math stuff that he -enjoyed-. Gradients, Quadratic Equations, meme Maths, just. Well, don't judge - he truly loved these problem-solving questions. And he was going to do this for hours, perhaps, until he would get the violent knocking from his roommate seeking to come in. C... Calvin.
For now, though, peace and quiet, and heaven.
spookie
give 'em hell, kid.
♡ a n g e l ♡
Angel nodded and thanked Arabella for the pizza, but he wasn't hungry. Being stressed to the point of a headache and borderline panic attack can do that, especially when you're nervous to begin with.
"Thank you," he said sarcastically, waving at Julian. At least he wasn't the only one that had managed to make it through the night without getting completely trashed. Those other kids might've thought he was boring now, but he was certain they'd be more than happy to trade places in the morning.
It was the sharpness of Angel's sobriety, however, that allowed him to notice how Max gazed at Julian with clouded longing, seemingly entranced by the boy's mere existence. He knew why, of course. Julian, like the rest of the kids here, managed to be attractive, popular and sociable all at once. He fit in perfectly at the beach house, even if he hadn't gone wild like his less-than-sensible friends.
Angel... well, behind the piercings and floofy hair, was shy and average at best. He wasn't someone that took your breath away, he was the designated little brother you told all about your adventures and conquests because he'd never experienced anything dangerous for himself.
At best, Angel knew he was cute, in the way a kitten or puppy was cute. Small, soft and non-threatening, something to hug and cheer you up when you were down. Cute.
Cute couldn't compare, wouldn't even warrant a second glance in a place like this. It's not like it mattered, either. He didn't want that kind of attention. There was just something painful about knowing you didn't belong, even if you never wanted to.
Angel had been an outsider most of his life. He knew.
And so the emo got up, told Max goodnight and headed back towards his room in stoic, unflinching silence. He tuned out the noise and smell of mixed alcohols as he made his way through the kitchen, not stopping to look up for anything.
Once he reached his room, he closed the door and locked it, sighing in relief when he heard the telltale click. His roommate was probably passed out somewhere, and even if he wasn't, Angel needed the alone time.
After an hour of quietly strumming away at his guitar, the white-haired teen felt a lot better. He'd scrawled a few new phrases on the back of his left hand, and was slowly making progress up the side of his arm when an idea hit him.
A delightfully mischievous idea, at that.
Angel stared at his sharpie marker, black ink almost reflective in the dim lighting.
Yes. Oh yes.
Maybe he could have a bit of fun after all.
"Thank you," he said sarcastically, waving at Julian. At least he wasn't the only one that had managed to make it through the night without getting completely trashed. Those other kids might've thought he was boring now, but he was certain they'd be more than happy to trade places in the morning.
It was the sharpness of Angel's sobriety, however, that allowed him to notice how Max gazed at Julian with clouded longing, seemingly entranced by the boy's mere existence. He knew why, of course. Julian, like the rest of the kids here, managed to be attractive, popular and sociable all at once. He fit in perfectly at the beach house, even if he hadn't gone wild like his less-than-sensible friends.
Angel... well, behind the piercings and floofy hair, was shy and average at best. He wasn't someone that took your breath away, he was the designated little brother you told all about your adventures and conquests because he'd never experienced anything dangerous for himself.
At best, Angel knew he was cute, in the way a kitten or puppy was cute. Small, soft and non-threatening, something to hug and cheer you up when you were down. Cute.
Cute couldn't compare, wouldn't even warrant a second glance in a place like this. It's not like it mattered, either. He didn't want that kind of attention. There was just something painful about knowing you didn't belong, even if you never wanted to.
Angel had been an outsider most of his life. He knew.
And so the emo got up, told Max goodnight and headed back towards his room in stoic, unflinching silence. He tuned out the noise and smell of mixed alcohols as he made his way through the kitchen, not stopping to look up for anything.
Once he reached his room, he closed the door and locked it, sighing in relief when he heard the telltale click. His roommate was probably passed out somewhere, and even if he wasn't, Angel needed the alone time.
After an hour of quietly strumming away at his guitar, the white-haired teen felt a lot better. He'd scrawled a few new phrases on the back of his left hand, and was slowly making progress up the side of his arm when an idea hit him.
A delightfully mischievous idea, at that.
Angel stared at his sharpie marker, black ink almost reflective in the dim lighting.
Yes. Oh yes.
Maybe he could have a bit of fun after all.
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JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
TIME SKIP TO DAY - It is now 8:30 am the next day. (Which we will say is Sunday and we go there on Saturday)
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𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 !
Arabella NunezMood: Calm, Little Tired
Interacting with: No one
Mentioned: No one
Arabella groaned a little when the sunlight hit directly into her eyes from the open window. Did she really forget to close it last night? Yes. She did. After a few seconds of mentally scolding herself, she rolled a bit and stopped when she felt something furry by her leg. What the hell? Looking down, she seen Layla curled up right next to her. She just smiled and untangled herself from the sheets.
But she knew that it was a big mistake getting up so fast. The heavy sensation in her head weighed her down causing her to groan in pain.
I was drinking last night?, she asked herself. It was the only reasonable explanation to this pounding headache she woke up with. She had promised herself that she wouldn't get into the alcohol. She had failed herself.
Oh well the deed is done. Just go get some water and relax yourself.
Getting up and changing into a plain outfit, she made her way downstairs. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she opened it up and took a gulp of water. The feeling of the water hitting her dry throat was a relief.
But looking around, Bella's eyes widened at the mess. Ugh, its filthy in this kitchen. But it was something she should expect from a group of hormonal and drunk teenagers. Even from the kitchen, she could see that some of them hadn't exactly made it back into bed.
Some unknown teenager had fell asleep on the beach chairs. Not your problem, Arabella. She just shrugged it off and stayed in the kitchen drinking her water.
JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Charisse Wellard
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Charisse woke on her bed, a towel convientently wrapped around her bottom-less waste. It wouldn't have been the first time she had woken up without some article of clothes on, but she liked to keep that to not really happening at all...ever. She vaguely remembered that she had taken off her bottoms in the pool, and told Calvin to put them on. "Errrrghh..." she groaned, rolling over in her bed. She had a case of the "shakey tummies," that sometimes happened after she drank, and she very clearly had not drank anything before she fell asleep the night before, due to the fact that her head was pounding. It was a pretty terrible hangover, but not her worse and she was pretty good at curing one.
Rolling out of bed, quite literally, she crawled over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes, and a water bottle off the top as well as a bottle of Tylenol. She always brought this stuff with her on trips when she knew she was going to be drinking, mostly because she knew that getting out of bed and walking all the way to the kitchen when you had a hangover was horrible. She opened the water bottle, taking two Tylenol and chugging her bottle of water, feeling better already. She stood up after a few moments, using the edge of the dresser to pull herself up. She picked up her clothes, grabbed her tooth and hair brush and made her way to the bathroom, wobbling the whole way and hitting the doorframe on the way out.
She set her clothes down on the back of the toilet seat, closing the door and dropping her towel on the floor. She got another two towels out of the little closet in the bathroom, setting them on top of her clothes. She turned on the water in the shower, brushing her teeth while it warmed up. When the air in the bathroom felt warm and dewy she got in, the water a little too hot but it felt good so she didn't change it. She washed out her hair, getting out the big tangles with her fingers as she washed it. She had brought her own shampoo and conditioner, but there was a little bit already in the shower, which was good since she had forgotten to bring her own into the bathroom. Charisse thought about the night before, remembering the feeling of Calvin's lips on hers, and how she had straddled him. She blushed in the shower, but she wasn't really embarrassed. She liked Calvin. A lot. Even more now, but she couldn't deny that she was a little nervous to see him now. Was it going to be awkward? Hopefully not, she did not sign up for an awkward beach trip.
Getting out of the shower, she grabbed her towels, wrapping one around her head and the other around her body. She dried off quickly, putting on her clothes.
She left a little dressed up for the way she felt, but she was not about to disappoint after what happened last night. She quickly brushed out her hair, drying it a little with her towel and shaking it out, going for a beachy-haired look. She brought her things quickly back to her room, putting the dirty bathing suit in the corner and hanging her towels up on the hook on the back on the door. Luckily she had brought more than one bathing suit, cause the one she wore never dried right and smelled a bit mildewy now. She grabbed her makeup bag, going to the bathroom and doing some quick, light makeup. Which wasn't really that light but it looked light, so that was really all she cared about.
She peed and left the bathroom, leaving her makeup bag in the cabinet under the sink. She walked down the stairs, looking at the time on her phone as she went. "9:30 am...damn..." It was early for her, but she usually woke up early when she drank the night before. The feeling of being hungover just kept her from falling back asleep.
The kitchen was in actual chaos. Pizza and weed were everywhere, including her baby bong. "Dear god..." there was spilled icecream all over the floor. That she remembered, Maia had had a little melt down on Grant when he took her icecream. Bella was in the kitchen, and Charisse felt a little embarrassed, knowing Bella was there for some of her antics. "Hey, girl," she said nonchalantly. She shook her head at the mess, starting to pick up pizza boxes and putting all the stray pieces in one box.
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Rolling out of bed, quite literally, she crawled over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes, and a water bottle off the top as well as a bottle of Tylenol. She always brought this stuff with her on trips when she knew she was going to be drinking, mostly because she knew that getting out of bed and walking all the way to the kitchen when you had a hangover was horrible. She opened the water bottle, taking two Tylenol and chugging her bottle of water, feeling better already. She stood up after a few moments, using the edge of the dresser to pull herself up. She picked up her clothes, grabbed her tooth and hair brush and made her way to the bathroom, wobbling the whole way and hitting the doorframe on the way out.
She set her clothes down on the back of the toilet seat, closing the door and dropping her towel on the floor. She got another two towels out of the little closet in the bathroom, setting them on top of her clothes. She turned on the water in the shower, brushing her teeth while it warmed up. When the air in the bathroom felt warm and dewy she got in, the water a little too hot but it felt good so she didn't change it. She washed out her hair, getting out the big tangles with her fingers as she washed it. She had brought her own shampoo and conditioner, but there was a little bit already in the shower, which was good since she had forgotten to bring her own into the bathroom. Charisse thought about the night before, remembering the feeling of Calvin's lips on hers, and how she had straddled him. She blushed in the shower, but she wasn't really embarrassed. She liked Calvin. A lot. Even more now, but she couldn't deny that she was a little nervous to see him now. Was it going to be awkward? Hopefully not, she did not sign up for an awkward beach trip.
Getting out of the shower, she grabbed her towels, wrapping one around her head and the other around her body. She dried off quickly, putting on her clothes.
She left a little dressed up for the way she felt, but she was not about to disappoint after what happened last night. She quickly brushed out her hair, drying it a little with her towel and shaking it out, going for a beachy-haired look. She brought her things quickly back to her room, putting the dirty bathing suit in the corner and hanging her towels up on the hook on the back on the door. Luckily she had brought more than one bathing suit, cause the one she wore never dried right and smelled a bit mildewy now. She grabbed her makeup bag, going to the bathroom and doing some quick, light makeup. Which wasn't really that light but it looked light, so that was really all she cared about.
She peed and left the bathroom, leaving her makeup bag in the cabinet under the sink. She walked down the stairs, looking at the time on her phone as she went. "9:30 am...damn..." It was early for her, but she usually woke up early when she drank the night before. The feeling of being hungover just kept her from falling back asleep.
The kitchen was in actual chaos. Pizza and weed were everywhere, including her baby bong. "Dear god..." there was spilled icecream all over the floor. That she remembered, Maia had had a little melt down on Grant when he took her icecream. Bella was in the kitchen, and Charisse felt a little embarrassed, knowing Bella was there for some of her antics. "Hey, girl," she said nonchalantly. She shook her head at the mess, starting to pick up pizza boxes and putting all the stray pieces in one box.
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Mood: terrified
Location: kitchen
Currently: waking up
Mood: terrified
Location: kitchen
Currently: waking up
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Jace Powell
Svadilfari
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Grant Laurel
spookie
give 'em hell, kid.
♡ a n g e l ♡
Angel had never really been a morning person, unless you counted 3 AM as morning. Still, he awoke feeling well-rested despite only sleeping for a few hours, and gleefully dove into his hidden stash of energy drinks for an extra boost.
The tiny emo could hardly contain his excitement... it wasn't every day you had a chance to draw on the faces of wasted strangers, after all. He only hoped his handiwork hadn't been washed away yet.
After downing a Monster and carelessly tossing the can aside, he quickly changed into one of his more comfortable outfits and ran a brush through his fluffy hair before heading downstairs.
He'd also brought candy, and was currently enjoying a handful of sour Skittles. Sugar and energy drinks this early often lead to hyperness, but Angel didn't mind. No one would be drinking this early, so for now he was safe.
He offered a perky wave to everyone he passed, which might've come off as annoying, albeit unintentionally. Charisse was in the kitchen cleaning, and he also noticed Arabella.
"Hi," he said, feeling a touch more sociable without the crowds of the previous night. Angel truly did look innocent, wearing a shy smile that perfectly complimented his slightly-mussed hair and too-big shirt.
Of course, he hadn't actually lived up to his name... at least not last night.
Grant was proof of that. He appeared to be worn-out and rather annoyed, not that either of those things were surprising. I heart butts, Angel read silently, maintaining a convincing display of wide-eyed naivety despite the fact he was dying of laughter internally.
The tiny emo could hardly contain his excitement... it wasn't every day you had a chance to draw on the faces of wasted strangers, after all. He only hoped his handiwork hadn't been washed away yet.
After downing a Monster and carelessly tossing the can aside, he quickly changed into one of his more comfortable outfits and ran a brush through his fluffy hair before heading downstairs.
He'd also brought candy, and was currently enjoying a handful of sour Skittles. Sugar and energy drinks this early often lead to hyperness, but Angel didn't mind. No one would be drinking this early, so for now he was safe.
He offered a perky wave to everyone he passed, which might've come off as annoying, albeit unintentionally. Charisse was in the kitchen cleaning, and he also noticed Arabella.
"Hi," he said, feeling a touch more sociable without the crowds of the previous night. Angel truly did look innocent, wearing a shy smile that perfectly complimented his slightly-mussed hair and too-big shirt.
Of course, he hadn't actually lived up to his name... at least not last night.
Grant was proof of that. He appeared to be worn-out and rather annoyed, not that either of those things were surprising. I heart butts, Angel read silently, maintaining a convincing display of wide-eyed naivety despite the fact he was dying of laughter internally.
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♡currently: admiring his "art" |
♡location: kitchen |
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Lindah
Junior Member
Devin Parr
With HOPEFULLY NO ONE at Room
With HOPEFULLY NO ONE at Room
... Of course, Devin unlocked the door to the room in the end anyway, for he was... well, far too afraid of what he might end up becoming if his apparent roommate would be knocking the door violently, and become equally violent inside. Even if most likely, Calvin would have passed out somewhere downstairs...
It wasn't easy falling asleep with an empty stomach - he literally just skipped a day's worth of meal barring breakfast. Well, somewhat. For safety's sake and all the panicked preparations from back at home, he brought a packed single loaf of bread in his bag. But obviously, this wasn't going to be enough, neither would his mineral bottle of all things last. Sooner or later, he would have to eat what they gave- Well, that wasn't as bad as say, drinking what they gave him to drink. Shudders.
But, the main point was that yes, Devin passed out, face planting against the desk. Or rather, slept there decidedly, because he couldn't bare the thought of sharing a room with Calvin let alone a bed- Well, it might have been two beds, but. He was so sure that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, not without the presence of his books, giving him the atmosphere that replicated his own room, his own home...... He was homesick now, and he wasn't enjoying this trip that he was forced to be in......
He didn't sleep soundly, and he woke up rather groggy for sure. But those few moments were akin to bliss as he almost forgot of the hellish land that he was in. Sadface. That was when it hit him, that potentially, his roommate would be in the same room as he was, and perhaps still sleeping soundly on his bed!!... He hoped not, and ever so slowly did he turn around, turn backwards...
Hoping to NOT see a sleeping, or worse - a waking Calvin.
It wasn't easy falling asleep with an empty stomach - he literally just skipped a day's worth of meal barring breakfast. Well, somewhat. For safety's sake and all the panicked preparations from back at home, he brought a packed single loaf of bread in his bag. But obviously, this wasn't going to be enough, neither would his mineral bottle of all things last. Sooner or later, he would have to eat what they gave- Well, that wasn't as bad as say, drinking what they gave him to drink. Shudders.
But, the main point was that yes, Devin passed out, face planting against the desk. Or rather, slept there decidedly, because he couldn't bare the thought of sharing a room with Calvin let alone a bed- Well, it might have been two beds, but. He was so sure that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, not without the presence of his books, giving him the atmosphere that replicated his own room, his own home...... He was homesick now, and he wasn't enjoying this trip that he was forced to be in......
He didn't sleep soundly, and he woke up rather groggy for sure. But those few moments were akin to bliss as he almost forgot of the hellish land that he was in. Sadface. That was when it hit him, that potentially, his roommate would be in the same room as he was, and perhaps still sleeping soundly on his bed!!... He hoped not, and ever so slowly did he turn around, turn backwards...
Hoping to NOT see a sleeping, or worse - a waking Calvin.
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Yarrow
Senior Member
Rufus
Someone asked him Truth or Dare.. the guy Grant said he loved sleeping the most with. Rufus remembered him vaguely. Rufus ignored him, everyone was passed out. This wasn't fun anymore. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, he got another glass of coca cola and looked around. It was a mess, everywhere. Someone would probably start cleaning it up tomorrow.
With a slice of a random pizza he walked back to the pool. Most people were falling asleep, moving towards their beds or just passed out. Rufus sat on his sunbed. He wasn't tired at all and not drunk. There wasn't many drama this night. However, that maybe could start when everyone sobered up. He looked at his phone and saw it was late. It was time to close his eyes
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Rufus slowly woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw Grant began to wake up also. He looked around the pool, not many people were there. Most had managed to get to their beds before they totally passed out.
Julian hadn't opened the box yet, well, he didn't asked Rufus about it. The Gay decided to just leave it there.. someone would open it anyway. When it would be opened, the drama would really start. There were a few good secrets hidden in the box, together with some condoms and lube.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He got a glass of milk and sat down on the couch. Bella and Charisse were also there "Hey Girls, had a good sleep?" He grinned, Rufus had gotten enough sleep
With a slice of a random pizza he walked back to the pool. Most people were falling asleep, moving towards their beds or just passed out. Rufus sat on his sunbed. He wasn't tired at all and not drunk. There wasn't many drama this night. However, that maybe could start when everyone sobered up. He looked at his phone and saw it was late. It was time to close his eyes
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Rufus slowly woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw Grant began to wake up also. He looked around the pool, not many people were there. Most had managed to get to their beds before they totally passed out.
Julian hadn't opened the box yet, well, he didn't asked Rufus about it. The Gay decided to just leave it there.. someone would open it anyway. When it would be opened, the drama would really start. There were a few good secrets hidden in the box, together with some condoms and lube.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He got a glass of milk and sat down on the couch. Bella and Charisse were also there "Hey Girls, had a good sleep?" He grinned, Rufus had gotten enough sleep
mood: Sleepy
location: Pool/kitchen
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minajesty
𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 !
Arabella NunezMood: Calm, Amused
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Yarrow
spookie
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The first person Arabella had seen was Charisse. Taking in her outfit, she smiled and mentally praised her. Pretty, she thought to herself and hopped onto the counter top. When the gray haired female greeted her all she did was nod as she was in the middle of drinking water. Pulling the water bottle away from her lips she spoke up.
"Hey Charisse."she said and tapped her fingers on the hard surface. "I like your shirt. Its cute."she said and then turned her attention to another figure walking in the kitchen. It was her boyfriend. Looking at his face, she took notice of the 'I heart butts' written there. Oh my, she thought to herself and slapped a hand over her lips to contain her laughter.
Keep it together Bella. A small giggle escaped her lips but she quickly stopped herself. Keep it together.
Then in walked Angel. "Hey Angel."she greeted back and then another person walked in. She had to remind herself that there was more than just a few people staying in this beach house.
Jeez, im so tired. But I don't wanna go to sleep either. Since there was nothing else to do, she hopped off the counter and started helping Charisse clean up. She was going to go for the pizza clean up but the gray haired female beat her to it.
Ill just clean up the ice cream spill, she thought to herself as she walked over and grabbed a few kitchen towels. Leaning down, she began scooping up the ice cream into the towel and used the other one to clean up the rest.
Looking over to Rufus, she smiled. "Enough sleep? I don't think thats possible. But since im up...I know i won't be able to go back to sleep."she said and walked outside to pick up the stray bottles of alcohol.
A few minutes after, she walked back inside and set them on the counter. "How about you? Did you get enough sleep?"she asked
Maxilgal
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Max Orson
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"She gave it up for her."
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Max watched the water of the pool lap against the cement sides like a thirsty dog. She had been up most of the night, being a terrible insomniac. She had tried to sleep, but once Charisse had somehow wobbled into bed, she had given up on any chance at it. She spent the rest of the early morning smoking and letting her legs dangle in the pool. Why the fuck was she here? Cause Luci wanted her to be here? She hadn’t seen Luce in forever and she couldn’t get over her dumb dreamy look when looking at Julian. It made her head swim, and she really began regretting going not taking a hit last night.
She heard people beginning to move around in the house, but Max stood her ground. She was determined for someone to trip on her as she laid uncomfortably on the cement by the pool, smoking and trying not to think about all the lung cancer she was going to get.
She heard people beginning to move around in the house, but Max stood her ground. She was determined for someone to trip on her as she laid uncomfortably on the cement by the pool, smoking and trying not to think about all the lung cancer she was going to get.
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Mother of Tiny Lions
Charisse Wellard
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Charisse smiled, looking down at herself. "Oh, thanks! It's cute, right? I'm just worried I'll stain it since it's white... but I guess that's what bleach is for," she said. Bella began to clean the ice cream off the floor, thankfully. Hopefully they could get it all off in one cleaning without it being a sticky mess, but it had sat all night and Charisse wouldn't be surprised if they needed, like, bleach to get it all off. Probably a mop, if nothing else.
Angel came in the kitchen, energy drink in hand. "Oh, damn, I could use one of those," she said, reaching out and taking his drink out of his hand. She took a sip of it, placing it back into his hand. "Thanks, Angel," she said, feeling a little better. The tanginess of energy drinks was pretty good with hangovers. Plus, caffeine usually helped as well and energy drinks are chocked-full of those. She finished putting all the pizza back into the fridge, and started getting all the weed off the table - trying to salvage as much as possible. She had brought plenty, or at least she thought she had, but she wasn't about to let any go to waste either. It wasn't exactly cheap .
Rufus walked in from the pool deck, looking like he was well rested. Charisse pursed her lips, feeling a bit jealous. He got a glass of milk, not bothering with the mess that she and Bella were very clearly trying to clean up. Sighing, she continued cleaning, trying to ignore his question. It was sarcastic for sure, and she wasn't in quite the mood to respond to sass this early in the morning.
Charisse turned as Grant entered the room, and she had what she can only describe as an out of body experience. She saw everything that had happened the night before.... everything . The falling down the stairs, the kissing, him and Calvin fighting over her. She cringed. That could not have really happened... she thought. There was just no way. No way in hell she could have kissed Grant. I mean, they hated each other! But she knew it was true. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She turned away from him, covering her face. She had barely noticed what he had written on his face, but she did. Not only that but she recalled the relevance of it... ugh... she felt a bit sick.
Luckily, Julian came down the stairs distracting her. "Hey Ju-," she started, but he was very clearly occupied with something else. In fact... he looked painfully serious, but calm. He asked Rufus something she couldn't hear, and she decided that she was going to keep out of whatever was happening over there.
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Angel came in the kitchen, energy drink in hand. "Oh, damn, I could use one of those," she said, reaching out and taking his drink out of his hand. She took a sip of it, placing it back into his hand. "Thanks, Angel," she said, feeling a little better. The tanginess of energy drinks was pretty good with hangovers. Plus, caffeine usually helped as well and energy drinks are chocked-full of those. She finished putting all the pizza back into the fridge, and started getting all the weed off the table - trying to salvage as much as possible. She had brought plenty, or at least she thought she had, but she wasn't about to let any go to waste either. It wasn't exactly cheap .
Rufus walked in from the pool deck, looking like he was well rested. Charisse pursed her lips, feeling a bit jealous. He got a glass of milk, not bothering with the mess that she and Bella were very clearly trying to clean up. Sighing, she continued cleaning, trying to ignore his question. It was sarcastic for sure, and she wasn't in quite the mood to respond to sass this early in the morning.
Charisse turned as Grant entered the room, and she had what she can only describe as an out of body experience. She saw everything that had happened the night before.... everything . The falling down the stairs, the kissing, him and Calvin fighting over her. She cringed. That could not have really happened... she thought. There was just no way. No way in hell she could have kissed Grant. I mean, they hated each other! But she knew it was true. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She turned away from him, covering her face. She had barely noticed what he had written on his face, but she did. Not only that but she recalled the relevance of it... ugh... she felt a bit sick.
Luckily, Julian came down the stairs distracting her. "Hey Ju-," she started, but he was very clearly occupied with something else. In fact... he looked painfully serious, but calm. He asked Rufus something she couldn't hear, and she decided that she was going to keep out of whatever was happening over there.
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spookie
give 'em hell, kid.
♡ a n g e l ♡
Angel blinked a few times as he stretched, being careful not to drop his half-empty energy drink. He had to be careful, as he'd only packed so many of them and he wasn't about to risk beach house stuff in the evening for fear of it being spiked.
"Hi, Arabella," he replied, watching as she cleaned up spilled ice cream. The entire place was trashed, but as Angel hadn't made any of it, he didn't offer to clean. As far as he was concerned, the drunks could deal with their own disaster.
The emo managed to keep a straight face as Grant walked by, though he could still remember the satisfaction of felt marker on intoxicated faces and how he'd added in a glorious moustache to seal the deal. Now that was what he called fun.
Angel walked past Charisse without acknowledging her, still a bit traumatized by the way she'd tried to force some toxic concoction on him the night before.
He practically jumped when she grabbed the drink out of his hand, surprise making him let go without a fight.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, glaring at her and pouting. She gave it back after taking a swig, and Angel stared at the now-contaminated can as though it had been dipped in nuclear waste... actually, that would've been preferable.
"Gross! I don't want it now," he spat, making a face and handing it back to her. "You can have it."
Turning away with a dramatic slouch, he wandered over to the corner of the kitchen, wondering what was going on with Julian and Rufus in the living room. Whatever it was, he didn't really care.
Angel was moody now, having been prematurely deprived of his caffeine rush. Anyone who knew the white-haired kid would've realized taking that was a Very Bad Idea, and he glowered from behind his snowy fringe, no longer feeling cheerful or particularly patient.
"Hi, Arabella," he replied, watching as she cleaned up spilled ice cream. The entire place was trashed, but as Angel hadn't made any of it, he didn't offer to clean. As far as he was concerned, the drunks could deal with their own disaster.
The emo managed to keep a straight face as Grant walked by, though he could still remember the satisfaction of felt marker on intoxicated faces and how he'd added in a glorious moustache to seal the deal. Now that was what he called fun.
Angel walked past Charisse without acknowledging her, still a bit traumatized by the way she'd tried to force some toxic concoction on him the night before.
He practically jumped when she grabbed the drink out of his hand, surprise making him let go without a fight.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, glaring at her and pouting. She gave it back after taking a swig, and Angel stared at the now-contaminated can as though it had been dipped in nuclear waste... actually, that would've been preferable.
"Gross! I don't want it now," he spat, making a face and handing it back to her. "You can have it."
Turning away with a dramatic slouch, he wandered over to the corner of the kitchen, wondering what was going on with Julian and Rufus in the living room. Whatever it was, he didn't really care.
Angel was moody now, having been prematurely deprived of his caffeine rush. Anyone who knew the white-haired kid would've realized taking that was a Very Bad Idea, and he glowered from behind his snowy fringe, no longer feeling cheerful or particularly patient.
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♡mood: annoyed |
♡currently: glaring at charisse |
♡location: kitchen |
♡with: charisse, arabella, grant |
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JustAlexandra
minajesty
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Cychotic
♠ sᴘᴀᴅᴇs
---Stats
Mood: chickens
Location: kitchen
Currently: waking up
Mood: chickens
Location: kitchen
Currently: waking up
--Mentions
JustAlexandra
Yarrow
spookie
minajesty
JustAlexandra
Yarrow
spookie
minajesty
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Grant Laurel
Volfy
Permanently confused.
Piper Czajak
Location:Kitchen|| With: Grant(
Cychotic
) , Angel(
spookie
), Charisse (
JustAlexandra
), Arabella (
minajesty
)
Interaction: Everyone Above
Mentions: Julian
Location:Kitchen|| With: Grant(
Cychotic
) , Angel(
spookie
), Charisse (
JustAlexandra
), Arabella (
minajesty
)Interaction: Everyone Above
Mentions: Julian
"Uhhhh..." Groaned Piper, wincing as the sound of a door slamming close woke her. The blonde had staggered up to her bed at some point last night, passing out on top of the sheets. What had she done? Shots, more shots, followed by some more, then more. It had been a grave mistake on her part. Tequila hit her like a sledgehammer whenever she tried it. Now, she was paying for the hubris she had in her drinking ability.
Raising her head slightly, Piper glanced around the room. The other bed had clearly possessed an occupant at some point, the sheets tossed to the side, pillow crinkled. Yet the individual didn't appear. With a grunt, Piper pushed herself up, rolling to the side and standing. That was a mistake as well. The sudden rush made the light ache in her head transform into a energetic thumping. "Ahh for-" she rubbed her skull. Coffee. Coffee and a shower. That was what was needed.
Several minutes later, Piper let the warm water wash away the traces of last nights party. The smell of booze and the uncomfortable sticky feeling she had from sleeping in her clothes all night was swept away down the drain in the shower. She spent another few minutes drying off, brushing her hair out and applying some make-up. She selected a light white top, slipped on some shorts and slid a belt around her waist. A final check in the mirror. Even when hungover, she had her priorities.
When the blonde slowly teetered into the kitchen, driven forward by the need for caffeine, she payed little attention to the others. She had seen several last night, but offered them all a nod. Talking hurt her head. Despite her terrible mood, Piper felt for appearances sake, she should try and look a little more awake. "Morning." She offered, addressing no one in particular. Charisse was cleaning up, as was another girl, so Piper felt they had a handle on things. Opening a cupboard and glancing around at the assembled cast. "Anyone what coffee?" she asked, grabbing herself a mug and looking around. They better have some. She was willing to do some pretty terrible things if it meant she got her morning fix.
minajesty
𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 !
Arabella Nunez
Mood: Happy, Calm
Interacting with:
JustAlexandra
Volfy
Cychotic
Mentioned:
spookie
GiantSugarCake
Arabella tossed the empty alcohol bottles into the recycling bin and sat back down onto the counter top. She shook her head a little bit when Charisse took a drink of Angel's energy drink without asking. Bad move, she thought to herself and looked over at Angel who was now grumpy. "I'll buy you another case if you want,"she said feeling a little guilty for Charisse's actions. She didn't understand why she felt a tinge of guilt. She didn't do it. But knowing the gray haired female, she wouldn't do anything to make up for it.
Her attention turned to Grant who had sat next to her. When he took her hand, she smiled a little bit and looked up at him. "Im okay. Same as always,"she told him and then looked at the writing that was still on his face. Should I tell him about the vandalism to his face? Arabella thought for a moment and then mentally shook her head. I'll let him figure it out on his own, she thought and patted his hand. When he winked at her and asked if she missed him, she chuckled. "I guess so. But you've been here all this time so there is no need to miss you."she thought. But something popped into her head. She had just remembered the picnic he had said.
"But you owe me a picnic today, mr."she said and bit her lip slightly. "You forgot about it yesterday."she added and looked over at another blonde female. Hmm..don't remember meeting you. When she offered coffee to everyone, she shook her head. "Nah im okay. Thanks for offering thou-"she noticed that she had trouble finding the coffee on her own.
"I think the coffee is over there in that cabinet."Bella said and motioned to the wooden cabinet that was opened slightly.
"Get in my car right now, we're going on a drive."someone had said.
The person who had said that sounded quite upset. When she seen who it was, her attention turned to Rufus and then back to Julian. Oohh something must have happened, she thought to herself. She was curious to know what happened, but then again. Whatever it was, was known of her business. She decided to stay out of it.
JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Charisse Wellard
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Charisse accepted the energy drink gratefully, even though she could tell Angel was a little bit salty about her drinking after him. She didn't really care though. She had already had mono when she was in middle school, and as long as Angel wasn't sick she didn't give a shit. She took a big sip of at. "Aaah."
She finished cleaning up her weed, putting the little bong and what was left of said weed in an empty drawer. She'd probably be using it later anyways, but not now. She liked to get high, but she didn't like to be high all day. Mostly because after awhile it made her tired and then she'd fall asleep early, which was no fun. She wiped down the counter with a Clorox wipe she found under the sink and deemed the kitchen clean enough for her own standards. It usually surprised people when she cleaned up after herself, but she wasn't dirty. She had good hygiene and doesn't like to live in filth, that's all.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out. It was a group chat she had joined for the community her beach house was in. Most of it was people talking about what kind of drinks they liked and subtly telling other houses nearby to shut up, but this one was adressed to everyone in the chat.
YellowHouse: Party tonight at Yellow House! BYOB! 9934 Beach Street.
Not only was this posted, but also about 50 replies saying that they'd be there, and more being typed. The party invite had been sent five minutes ago. Clearly, something was special about this party.
BigBlueHouse: OMG! WILL BE THERE!
She quickly typed out her response, looking up at everyone in the room. "Oh my god you guys, that yellow house down the street is haveing a massive party tonight - we have to go. I told them we were going. Hell, I am going, even if it's by myself." Charisse felt a little pang of excitement, mixed with the shakiness that was beginning to go away in her stomach. "Fuck yes, this is gonna be lit," she said, watching continuous replies come in on the group message. She put the chat on mute, assuming it would be lively for awhile, and slipped it back into her pocket. "I am going to go down to the beach - anyone want to join me? I'm making Bloody Marys!" she said, getting out tomato juice, bloody mary mix and a few glasses. She began to make them, putting in less alcohol than she would normally. She wasn't interested in getting hammered....yet.
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She finished cleaning up her weed, putting the little bong and what was left of said weed in an empty drawer. She'd probably be using it later anyways, but not now. She liked to get high, but she didn't like to be high all day. Mostly because after awhile it made her tired and then she'd fall asleep early, which was no fun. She wiped down the counter with a Clorox wipe she found under the sink and deemed the kitchen clean enough for her own standards. It usually surprised people when she cleaned up after herself, but she wasn't dirty. She had good hygiene and doesn't like to live in filth, that's all.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out. It was a group chat she had joined for the community her beach house was in. Most of it was people talking about what kind of drinks they liked and subtly telling other houses nearby to shut up, but this one was adressed to everyone in the chat.
YellowHouse: Party tonight at Yellow House! BYOB! 9934 Beach Street.
Not only was this posted, but also about 50 replies saying that they'd be there, and more being typed. The party invite had been sent five minutes ago. Clearly, something was special about this party.
BigBlueHouse: OMG! WILL BE THERE!
She quickly typed out her response, looking up at everyone in the room. "Oh my god you guys, that yellow house down the street is haveing a massive party tonight - we have to go. I told them we were going. Hell, I am going, even if it's by myself." Charisse felt a little pang of excitement, mixed with the shakiness that was beginning to go away in her stomach. "Fuck yes, this is gonna be lit," she said, watching continuous replies come in on the group message. She put the chat on mute, assuming it would be lively for awhile, and slipped it back into her pocket. "I am going to go down to the beach - anyone want to join me? I'm making Bloody Marys!" she said, getting out tomato juice, bloody mary mix and a few glasses. She began to make them, putting in less alcohol than she would normally. She wasn't interested in getting hammered....yet.
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Cychotic
♠ sᴘᴀᴅᴇs
---Stats
Mood: chickens
Location: kitchen
Currently: waking up
Mood: chickens
Location: kitchen
Currently: waking up
--Mentions
JustAlexandra
Yarrow
spookie
minajesty
JustAlexandra
Yarrow
spookie
minajesty
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Grant Laurel
spookie
give 'em hell, kid.
♡ a n g e l ♡
Angel looked up from his place in the corner, his level of annoyance dropping slightly at Arabella's very kind offer. Of course, he wouldn't take it. She hadn't contaminated his drink, after all. It was a certain gray-haired girl that owed him, and he was too afraid she'd throw in something, ahem, stronger if he insisted on a drink replacement.
"Thanks, but since you didn't ruin it, I wouldn't feel right taking your money," he said, his face slightly less pouty than earlier.
The floofy-haired emo's eyes widened in horror at what Charisse said next, something involving a huge party in a yellow house and how they were all going. Not me, Angel mentally reassured himself. They're bad enough on their own, a party would be downright horrifying.
"Uhm, I'm not really the beach type..." he replied, taking notice of the fact she was already whipping up yet another disgusting and mind-ruining mixture. Then again, he was sure things at the house wouldn't be much better. It really was a lose-lose situation.
Angel's thoughts were interrupted suddenly when Grant returned, and he nearly froze when he noticed the anger and lack of 'I heart butts' on the boy's face.
The pale teen pretended not to notice, appearing nearly as innocent as his name suggested. If there was one thing Angel was skilled at, it was avoiding blame. Something about those big, reflective blue eyes, his mother had said.
He only hoped they were still up to the task.
"Thanks, but since you didn't ruin it, I wouldn't feel right taking your money," he said, his face slightly less pouty than earlier.
The floofy-haired emo's eyes widened in horror at what Charisse said next, something involving a huge party in a yellow house and how they were all going. Not me, Angel mentally reassured himself. They're bad enough on their own, a party would be downright horrifying.
"Uhm, I'm not really the beach type..." he replied, taking notice of the fact she was already whipping up yet another disgusting and mind-ruining mixture. Then again, he was sure things at the house wouldn't be much better. It really was a lose-lose situation.
Angel's thoughts were interrupted suddenly when Grant returned, and he nearly froze when he noticed the anger and lack of 'I heart butts' on the boy's face.
The pale teen pretended not to notice, appearing nearly as innocent as his name suggested. If there was one thing Angel was skilled at, it was avoiding blame. Something about those big, reflective blue eyes, his mother had said.
He only hoped they were still up to the task.
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♡mood: nervous |
♡currently: hiding in the corner |
♡location: kitchen |
♡with: grant, arabella, charisse, piper |
♡mentions:
Cychotic
minajesty
JustAlexandra
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minajesty
𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼 !
Arabella Nunez
Mood: Calm
Interacting with:
Cychotic
spookie
Mentioned: No one
Arabella nodded slowly and then thought for a moment. Even though Angel had turned down her offer, she would probably still go out a buy him a case anyways. If he did expect something in from Charisse, she knew that he would never get it. Ill just go out and buy one anyways. Surprises are always nice, she thought to herself and then turned to Grant who had returned. He seemed a bit...angry. Bella found it a little funny but she didn't want to laugh. That is not my problem to deal with.
Bella just hopped off the counter top and went through the refrigerator for some food. She needed to try and find something for the picnic. Grapes. YES! Left over pizza. Eh, sure why not. Bella searched a little more. I don't wanna pack only healthy stuff. Even though its amazing, Grant wants at least something good.
Grabbing some ham, she just decided to make sandwiches. "Im making sandwiches."she said, directing it to Grant. She didn't look him in the eye, only focusing on assembling a few for him. Once she finished, she put them in Ziploc bags and set them on the counter. "You wanna grab something else? Or is this all good."she said to Grant.
(sorry its so dang short. ;-; It'll be longer next time I promise)
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beautiful chaos
Maia
Alexandra
Smith
Alexandra
Smith
Maia groaned as she turned over in her... bed? her confusion transformed into a small smile as she realised Julian must've taken her to bed. She scowled, they had been so distant lately, and she was sure it was down to her and her drinking; she made a mental vow to try and make it up to him. She sat up abruptly, immediately regretting it as her head pounded. Groaning, she somehow made her way over to where her stuff was and grabbing some Tylenol, quickly gulping it down with some water. She changed in to a white tee and a long flowy skirt before making her way down the stairs, groaning as she heard the noise of chatter, every sound amplified due to her hangover. She immediately made her way to the fridge, her hangover cure was always some cold OJ. She looked up as Charisse spoke about going to the beach. "Count me in!" Maia replied, half grinning, half wincing. "I'll pass on the Bloody Mary's though."
((sorry it's short))
((sorry it's short))
JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Charisse Wellard
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Charisse couldn't help but let out a giggle when Grant asked who drew on his face. She covered her mouth. It wasn't her, of course, it couldn't have been. She was absolutely fucking plastered last night - she was honestly surprised she woke up in her bed and not in the bottom of the pool or someshit.
Bella offered to buy Angel new energy drinks, and Charisse crumpled her nose. Did they really think she was so shitty as to not buy him a new one? She was a drinker and a partier... but she was nice. "I'll get you a new one later today, okay Angel?" she said. "I think I remember Jack needed some cigarettes, so maybe when he goes I will too," she said, pondering the thought for a moment. "And, come to the beach please," she made puppy dog eyes at him. She didn't want to go alone. "I'll bring snackies," she said, noticing Bella making a picnic. She wasn't really all about packing up a picnic basket but she could bring out some pizza and sodas - for those who didn't want to drink. "Oh, and Bella, there should be some chips in the closet," she pointed to the pantry. "Get two bags, please. Just whatever is in there is fine."
Maia came down the stairs, looking cute and grabbing some Orange Juice. "Damn girl, you lookin' cute as hell," she said, grinning at Maia. She was glad the girl had made it upstairs - thanks to Julian. You never know with drunk boys, and she was glad her girlfriend was safe. Her boyfriend was here, so she should be safe anyways, but it was always good to be sure. "And great! I'll get some stuff ready. And, you should really have one," she said, gesturing to the bloody mary she had made for herself. "It doesn't seem like it should help a hangover, but I'm telling you - it does," she said, happily sipping away.
She pulled out a box of the pizza from the fridge, looking inside. It was pieces of a few different pizzas, but there was about enough there for a whole pizza. "Okay, we'll take this - Angel, what do you want to drink?" she asked, opening a drawer in the fridge. "It looks like we have just about everything here... Oh, and Maia do you want to bring a soda?"
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Bella offered to buy Angel new energy drinks, and Charisse crumpled her nose. Did they really think she was so shitty as to not buy him a new one? She was a drinker and a partier... but she was nice. "I'll get you a new one later today, okay Angel?" she said. "I think I remember Jack needed some cigarettes, so maybe when he goes I will too," she said, pondering the thought for a moment. "And, come to the beach please," she made puppy dog eyes at him. She didn't want to go alone. "I'll bring snackies," she said, noticing Bella making a picnic. She wasn't really all about packing up a picnic basket but she could bring out some pizza and sodas - for those who didn't want to drink. "Oh, and Bella, there should be some chips in the closet," she pointed to the pantry. "Get two bags, please. Just whatever is in there is fine."
Maia came down the stairs, looking cute and grabbing some Orange Juice. "Damn girl, you lookin' cute as hell," she said, grinning at Maia. She was glad the girl had made it upstairs - thanks to Julian. You never know with drunk boys, and she was glad her girlfriend was safe. Her boyfriend was here, so she should be safe anyways, but it was always good to be sure. "And great! I'll get some stuff ready. And, you should really have one," she said, gesturing to the bloody mary she had made for herself. "It doesn't seem like it should help a hangover, but I'm telling you - it does," she said, happily sipping away.
She pulled out a box of the pizza from the fridge, looking inside. It was pieces of a few different pizzas, but there was about enough there for a whole pizza. "Okay, we'll take this - Angel, what do you want to drink?" she asked, opening a drawer in the fridge. "It looks like we have just about everything here... Oh, and Maia do you want to bring a soda?"
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