Realistic or Modern 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕘𝕠

[Winona]

Here is the main rp page for the Southside of Chicago roleplay. We are currently still accepting new members so if you're interested, please send me a DM!

This rp is Shameless inspired, but you don't need to have seen the show to join (we don't go off of anything that happened in the show).

The basis of the rp is just life in Chicago, with a focus on those living in the Southside. There will be three different neighborhoods (Southside (poor), Eastside (middle class), and Northside (upper class)) that characters will be from, and then everyone will attend the same high school located in the Eastside. Of course, your characters don't have to be high school students -- young adults, adults, and children are welcome, too!

 

[Winona]

Drake

Although he was a bit of a social butterfly, Drake had never been a super big fan of parties. However, the O'Reillys' parties were always legendary, it was literally next door to his apartment, and they always had the greatest uhh... "party enhancers." Drake had already shown up on a slight high, and was rubbing at his dry eyes with one hand. Of course, it wasn't like him having a slight high was a surprise or anything -- Drake was always drugged up on something. It just made life easier.

Throughout the night, he had made his way around the party, not really stopping in any one place for long. That's how he worked. Drake didn't have many close friends, but he had plenty of acquaintances. So he made his way through the various rooms of the house, stealing a drag of a joint here, taking a sip of a beer there. Drake hadn't planned on staying at the party for long, but soon the minutes turned into hours, and everything felt like it him at once.

Drake felt great.

Now, with a beer in hand, Drake pushed his way into the living room. He had to stop for a moment and collect himself, and stop the dizzying feeling in his head and keep himself from falling over. After the world stopped spinning, Drake moved his gaze up from the floor to look around the rest of the living room, his gaze eventually settling on a guy that did not quite look like he belonged there. A small smile crept onto Drake's face, and he made his way through the crowd over to the very attractive guy.

"Quack."

Wait.

His eyebrows drew together in confusion, as he tried to piece together exactly what he had said, and why he had just quacked at the hot stranger, but Drake's fuzzy-minded brain quickly just shrugged it off. His crooked smile just grew, and he decided to try again -- this time with better flirting success, because Drake was a master of being smooth. The whole flirting and smooth thing was totally a Martin-Rivera family trait. Like Drake and his brother just radiated smoothness.

"Was your mother a beaver? Because damn."

Nailed it.

Drake then attempted to lean smoothly against the wall next to him, but somehow missed it and ended up stumbling. Beer sloshed out of his bottle, spilling onto the ground, and leaving a rather inebriated Drake to stare down at it. There was no way in hell that he was going to be able to clean that up and then stand back up, so he just... tried to kick it out of the way with the tip of his worn Converse, but it was a liquid. So now it was being spread all over the floor.

Woops.

Finally, Drake decided to just give up and take a second attempt at leaning against the wall, this time actually doing it before he looked back at the handsome man before him.

"I'm Drake. I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you a... who are you?"

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[Winona]

Mason

Fucking hell.

As usual, working at the fucking bar had left Mason in not the best mood. He was sore, he smelled like several different types of alcohol and sweat, and it was late. Although Mason had made a generous amount of money in tips, that didn't help his sour attitude or how exhausted he was. He just couldn't wait to get home, crawl into bed, and pass out until early the next afternoon.

But also, as usual, that kind of hope was burned right before him as he trudged up the street towards the apartment building. He heard the music pounding from the O'Reillys' long before he actually got close. He paused outside of the apartment building, his gaze drifting between his warm bed in his warm apartment and that house. He really wanted to just go home, but it's not like he would be able to sleep, anyway. And then, his thoughts drifted towards Dean or Ari.

What if she had their fucking daughter there?

So Mason's heavy footsteps turned him away from the apartment, and up the sidewalk and through the front door of the O'Reilly's house. Immediately, he was greeted by the smell of booze and weed and the sound of the pounding music. He pushed his way past some people, roughly shoving the guys out of the way and carefully stepping past the girls. Mason was a dick, but he wouldn't push a girl. His gaze moved over the crowd, until his eyes finally locked on Dean.

Anger bubbled inside of him because if she was here, then where the fuck was Ariana?

"Dean!" He yelled over the crowd, his deep voice catching her attention. And Mason recognized that look on her face -- that oh fuck look, before she took off, disappearing into the crowd and earning a series of curses from Mason that were just lost in the noise. He started pushing his way through the crowd again, until a small blonde moved in front of him and stole his attention.

Oh no.

"Hey Kris." He said. "Where's Dean?"

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Not this again.

The thought raced through Finnegan's mind over and over, becoming a sort of negative mantra at the repetitive way it flowed through his mind. He was pretty sure that the only reason he was actually getting through this situation was the complete and utter disbelief that it was happening in the first place. He couldn't believe that he was out at who knows what o'clock, at a party somewhere in Southside, looking for his baby sister among the crowd. Scratch that. He could absolutely believe all of those things, considering this definitely wasn't the first time it had happened. His sister's obsession with this wretched place made it apparent that, when missing, this is where she could be found. What he couldn't believe is that he was doing all of this, knowing that he had work in the morning.

He groaned aloud, pushing his way through the crowd with a slew of mumbled apologies. He twisted his body to the left, to the right, walking on tip-toes to stand a bit above the bodies. Teenagers.. so many teenagers and none of them his sister. Deciding that walking around through the crowds wasn't getting him anywhere, he decided to find a vacant wall to lean against and spectate. Finally successfully forcing his way through the crowd, majorly pleased over the fact that he'd managed to do so with little to no strange liquids being sloshed onto his clothes, he found the nearest empty wall and leaned against it heavily. He couldn't see his sister from this angle, but he was content to lean against the wall and wait for a bit. At least, he was, until a young man made his way over to him- his expression that of a man on a mission. And-

Quack.

Finn blinked.
Then he blinked at the pickup line.
Then blinked again at the insanity of it all.

The kid was cute, in a messy sort of way; endearing, in a sloppy way. And if he were back in Eastside, closer to his home and farther away from this mess, with someone that wasn't a clearly intoxicated minor- maybe he'd go for it. As stands, it wasn't the right time, place, or person. "I-" he started, but stopped abruptly as the kid stumbled over his own feet. His hands flexed and his arms shot out as if to catch him, but they withdrew just as quickly as they had shot out. Screw his parents for raising him right. The last thing he needed was to put his hands on this kid and give him any ideas. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants and taking a half step away from the boy, he watched in amazement as he tried to kick at the beer he had spilled just moments ago. He was absolutely wasted.

"Hey," Finn greeted, when the boy, Drake, had finally managed to lean next to him and introduce himself. He offered a charming smile, hoping that his more than likely obvious discomfort wouldn't show through. These kinds of people looked like they could smell fear. "I don't live around here. I'm Finn," he responded. He would have normally stuck his hand out for an introductory handshake but kept his hands in his pockets instead, as he figured that Drake likely didn't have the coordination for one anyways.

An idea hit him suddenly, one that was likely as stupid as he thought it was; but he was out of options at this point, and not willing to talk to a mass majority of the people in this very room. “Hey, do you think you could do me a favor?” he asked Drake. He flexed his fingers around in his pockets to make sure his wallet was still there and felt a rush of relief upon feeling the familiar leather under his touch. He never carried a lot of money on him, but he knew that he had at least a twenty dollar bill- and that was enough for the kid to score some more.. whatever he was on, wasn’t it? If worse came to worse, he was sure he could bribe him.
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Daniela "Dean" De Angelo

Walking up to the O'Reilly house Daniela could already hear the music blasting a mile away. Upon entering the party with a drowsy toddler on her hip she saw that the booze was flowing freely and there was an abundance of dancing teens. Usually, Dean wouldn't bring her three-year-old daughter, Ariana Rose, to such a party but Mason was working and her bitch of a sister refused to babysit. The O'Reilly's always threw a great party and not having child care for the night was not going to stop her from partying with her friends. As she made her way through the crowd looking for familiar faces she gandered stares her way as brining a young child to a party like this wasn't the social norm. She had gotten used to the odd stares and judgment as being heavily pregnant at 15 made her have thick skin.

"Elise Hey!" Dean called through the crowd as she spotted the youngest O'Reilly sitting down on the couch with a cell phone in hand. Elsie had babysat for Ari in the past, so Dean made sure to jump at the opportunity. "Would you mind watching Ari for the night I'll pay you," Dean said as she pushed her way past people and made it to where Elsie was seated. "Make it 20 an hour and you got yourself a deal," was Elise's reply. Dean really didn't have the energy to argue as she was really looking forward to getting a drink after the week she has had. Agreeing Dean handed Ari off to Elsie who quickly took the child and bounced up the stairs probably to her room. Free from the responsibilities of being a parent, she grabbed the nearest drink and downed it. The cool taste of liquor felt like a relief on her tongue, and then Dean was off trying to find her friends.
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After having three beers and a couple of shots, Dean was finally starting to feel the alcohol's effects. Currently, she was enjoying the party with her friends and flirting with random men that she came across. Time seemed to fly by as she enjoyed being the life of the party and being in her element. Suddenly a loud voice called her name over the music and looking towards the source her blood ran cold as a very angry and tired looking Mason stormed her way. "Oh shit," Dean muttered as she chugged the rest of her beer. Before Mason would reach her Dean had already disappeared into the crowd and up the back staircase. Running away drunkenly from her child's father isn't her proudest moment but she really didn't want to deal with Mason's wrath right now. Once up the stairs she hurried into the far-right bedroom and closed the door behind her. Once safely inside and not hearing any footsteps behind her she breathed a sigh of relief. Turning around she saw that Elsie was sitting on her bed, texting away on the phone and sipping a beer. Next to her was Ari who had fallen asleep to some old princess movie playing on a crappy tv.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking that," Dean said once Elsie had looked up from her phone at her. "Isn't it a little reckless to bring a three-year-old to a party with booze and drugs," Was Elsie reply which made Dean narrow her eyes at the 14-year-old. She was about to comment when she suddenly felt very sick. 'Damn when did I become such a lightweight,' Dean thought as she sat on the bed and tried to will nausea to go away.

"Hey, are you ok?" Elsie said her voice laced with concern. Dean just nodded in response and sat in silence for a minute before she got enough strength to answer "Yeah I'm fine. I got it from here you can go enjoy the party."

"I'm still getting paid though right?" Elsie asked as she got up to leave the room and once again Dean nodded her head in agreement.

The room was silent as Elise had left and Dean laid her head against the bed hoping that this sickness will pass soon.

Winona

 

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The party had been going on for hours, but Kristina O'Reily wasn't bothered by any of it. She'd spent the majority of the day soaking up the sunshine in her bikini, sprawled out in a lawn chair out in the front yard. Back and front were now toasty warm, and despite the fact that it was going on midnight she hadn't bothered to get fully dressed. Still clad in her bikini top, she'd pulled on a pair of jean shorts but left them unbuttoned. Her latest belly ring dangled down her flat stomach, and her feet were bare.

There were so many people. Wrinkling her nose as someone threw a cup out of the upstairs window, nearly missing her, she craned her neck back so that she could see the window. Luckily for them, whoever was up there wasn't showing their face. "There are TRASH CANS for a reason, dick!" She yelled, scoffing as she made her way to the cooler, reaching in and grabbing a Smirnoff Ice. Popping the twist top, she tossed the top back into the cooler with a shrug and turned back to the yard, watching the people there.

When that proved to be boring, she made her way into the house, weaving through the heavy throng of people. She'd seen Dean somewhere, hadn't she? Making a face, she turned around, looking for her friend. Over the music, she heard someone call Dean's name, and automatically turned to see who it was. "Oho..." Spotting Mason, she looked in the direction he was looking and spotted Dean. But just as quickly, the girl was gone, and Mason was moving to find her. Kris had to be quick.

Sliding through people, she reached into another cooler and grabbed a beer, making a beeline for Mason. She stopped dead in front of him, a slow smile spreading on her features. "Hey, Mason. Beer?" She held it out to him, lifting her own to her lips and taking a sip. "You look like you need one." But of course, he wanted to know where Dean was. Kris shrugged, still holding the beer. "Not my night to babysit her. Wanna sit with me and talk?"

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[Winona]

Kairos

Unlike his many siblings, Kai wasn't the biggest fan of parties. Sure, they were fun for a while, but eventually they would get dull and boring. And their parties always tended to go late into the night, which meant that Kai didn't really have a break or any idea of when he would be free. So instead, he headed for one part of the house that no one actually partied at. The only part of the house where he could actually take a break, and be away from everyone until the morning.

The roof. There wasn't really an easy way out onto the roof. Instead, Kai had to go to the upstairs, and slide through the window in his bedroom. But the instant that he stepped out and breathed in the fresh air of Chicago, Kai felt better. Kind of. He walked across the roof, coming to the front and then he started walking along the edge before he came to a stop near the front, teetering there. To be honest, being on the roof was probably a horrible idea -- Kai was an incredibly clumsy individual, and he had fallen off the roof on more than one occasion. Kai had even broken his arm once when he'd tried to catch himself.

With a sigh, Kairos dropped to the roof, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge for a moment before he laid back, crossing his arms underneath his head to look up at the sky. Chicago skies weren't the greatest for stargazing -- so much smog, and so many lights that hid the stars, but Kai still enjoyed laying there, looking up.​

 

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Location: O'Reilly Backyard
Interaction: None
Tagging: N/A

As Jack sat leaned back in one of the lawn chairs in the backyard staring up at the night sky, he tried to remember how many beers he had drank during the party. He still wasn’t drunk, but he had a good buzz and was waiting for his best friend to return from the kitchen with a couple more beers. It had been a long week for Jack, and before the party started he was not looking forward to it. But once everyone started arriving and he started drinking, he relaxed and started enjoying himself.

Of course, the O’Reilly parties were never civilized affairs, they were always wild and it was a guarantee that someone that attended was going to go to jail that night, and he was reminded of that as he listened to the sounds of craziness coming from inside the house. It seemed that as soon as the sun went down, the party grew immensely, and the house was filled with teenagers. Normally, he would be inside keeping an eye on the house and making sure nobody underage was dying, but not this time. He didn’t feel like dealing with it this time, he would just fix whatever damage done to the house later, and he had already told his younger siblings they were on the hook for their friends. He knew none of them took what he said seriously, but they had to start handling their own responsibilities sometime.

Jack sat up and looked to the house wondering what was taking TK so long to return with their beers. At the same time he saw a cup fly out of one of the windows of the house. He shook his head and turned his attention to the other people in the yard. The people there were a bit more tame than the people inside, the idea of that seemed backwards to Jack.

Deciding that he had waited long enough for his beer, Jack stood up and stretched before heading toward the back stairs.

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[LethargicJade]

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Phoebe was definitely someone who loved parties, drinking, and dancing, sometimes the occasional spontaneous karaoke in places she probably shouldn't be doing it, but she didn't do a lot of that so far while there. Not yet, at least. She had plans. Phoebe adjusted her bag and checked her cell phone. As usual, her parents called and texted her maybe around 30 times since they realized she vanished and she shook her head. Would they ever figure out she would answer none of these if they weren't urgent while she was out? Or as she called it, "busy." Her brother too- though he never did it nearly as much as them. She was sure he understood that she would rarely answer. She adjusted her usual, small bag then looked into the much larger one she had hanging on her shoulder alongside the other. Yep, she had everything she needed. She had been there for a while now, drinking and mostly keeping a lookout for her brother. Honestly, who knew when he’d show up? She didn’t drink enough to get drunk, but was definitely tipsy. She’d drink more after her show though, now was the time to light shit up. Phoebe put her drink down on the nearest surface and slinked away to make her way to the roof.



Phoebe had a difficult time getting up to the roof, but she managed it after a much longer time than she was sure was necessary. She could practically hear her brother’s sigh of exasperation in her head as she finally stood on the roof. It took her a moment, but she noticed another person up there. A ma- oh! She drifted over to him before laying down by the other, nudging his shoulder with her own, her bags on the opposite side. “Hey Kai.” She looked at him, her light blonde hair pulled back into a partial braid and the rest messier than it was earlier. She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes for a moment, before seeming to remember something. Oh yes, her plan. She shot back up and gave a wide grin to the other, moving to her knees and taking off one bag. As soon as she did, she took out what appeared to be… fireworks?



“I think these might lighten up your mood. What do you think?”

Winona

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[Winona]

Drake

Wait, had his brilliant pickup line actually worked? The guy wasn't running away, so that was a good sign. And to think, Mason had told Drake that looking up pickup lines was a stupid idea and it would never work. Well ha. Guess which brother was having more luck tonight? That's right, this guy. Not Mason. He was feeling rather smug about the whole situation, now riding the high of knowing that pickup lines worked even though Drake wasn't actually interested in going home with anyone tonight.

Sure, it seemed like most of the Southsiders and just... everyone at these parties were here to find someone to warm their beds for one night, but Drake had never gotten behind the whole "casual sex" thing that seemed to be enamor so many others. Fuck, Drake was seventeen and he hadn't even had his first kiss. Those felt like important milestones that one should wait to enjoy when they weren't like, high or drunk or both, and with someone they really liked. And Drake was never sober, and Drake had never found someone he felt like he actually clicked with. And maybe the whole watching his brother have a kid thing had worked amazingly well to keep Drake from making the same mistake. Yeah having a kid was not on this guy's agenda any time soon.

And then the guy was feeling in his pocket, and was asking Drake for a favor, and the smile quickly fell from the inebriated teenager. Oh no, his pickup line hadn't worked! In fact, it was so much worse. So, so much worse. God, what was it about Drake that always made guys think this? Was it the beaver pickup line?

"Oh, sorry, no." Drake said, waving one hand as he spoke. "I uh... I don't do those kinds of favors." He explained, pausing for a moment before he decided to clarify exactly what he meant. "You know... blow jobs or whatever it is you want, I don't do that."

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TK stacked up solo cups and collected beer bottles before reaching for a garbage bag. He tried to clear off the kitchen counters best he could. Jack had told him earlier in the night that he wouldn’t play party mom and would deal with the mess of it the next day, but TK knew him better. Jack had been his best friend for a long time, and he knew even though Jack said that now, he would be irritated and complaining when it came time to “deal” with it. Looking around the kitchen alone, TK knew Jack was gonna be pissed. After cleaning some of the mess in the kitchen, TK headed out to the front of the house with the trash bag. On his way through the living room, he did his best to pick up the empty cups and bottles from the floor as he weaved through the crowd of teenagers.

When he finally reached the front door he quickly headed down the stairs and to the curb where the trash cans were. He checked his watch after putting the bag into one of the cans. “Where is Malia?” he wondered. His cousin had arrived in town just before the party started and she had said she was going to get unpacked and head over to the party, but she still hadn’t shown up. Just as he started internally debating whether or not he should go to his apartment and check on her, he heard a couple guys arguing in the house behind him. He quickly moved up the stairs and into the house, looking for the source of the arguing. He caught a couple teenagers arguing close to the door. But before he could say anything to defuse the situation, one of the kids shoved the other one and a brawl began.

It took TK no time at all to break up the kids. They were nearly half his size and they were both drunk. He separated them, “If you’re gonna fight, go do it in the street like civilized animals.” he laughed pushing them out the door. The last thing Jack needed was a head sized hole in the wall to patch...again.

“Oh shit, Jack!” he said under his breath as he turned back toward the kitchen. TK had forgotten the reason he had gone back into the house in the first place. When he reached the kitchen, he opened one of the coolers and grabbed 4 beers, then went out the back door. When he got to the top of the stairs he looked out and saw Jack heading his way. “Yo, here I am. My bad man, I got distracted.” he yelled to his friend before walking down the stairs to meet him. When he reached Jack, he handed him 2 of the beers.

Location: O'Reilly house > Backyard
Interaction: Jack
Tagging: N/A

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Elsie O'Reilly

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Elsie left Dean in her room hoping that the girl wouldn't become sick all over her bed. She didn't mind her being in there as she knew Dean as she has babysat for Ari many times before and knew she wouldn't steal from her. The party was in full swing and it started to get a little out of hand as a fight started to happen on the steps of their stairs. Luckily her oldest brother's best friend was there to break up the fight before any punches were thrown to their faces or the wall.

Elsie wandered the party aimlessly avoiding the very drunk people. She was lonely as all the people attending were all her slinging friends and none of hers. It was safe to say that she was the youngest teen here and it kind of sucked. The only saving grace of the night was that she was texting back and forth with a cute guy from her science class. He was sweet and every time the phone buzzed with a text it made her heart skip a beat. Elsie was what you would call a hopeless romantic as she was obsessed with the idea of falling in love with her soulmate. She was always jealous of the type of guys her older sister Kris and her friends would attract. Yes, she was younger, but that didn't mean she was any less pretty than her. Her wandering around led her to find her older sister talking to Mason and drinking a wine cooler. Copying her actions Elsie also went and grabbed one and tried it. She made a face as it wasn't sweet at all, but she drank it anyway. Maybe if boys saw her drinking it would make them think she was older than she actually was.

Walking past Mason and her sister she made her way into the backyard and sat on a lawn chair in the corner. A drink in one hand and the phone in the other she sipped and waited for the next buzz to come through.

 

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Finnegan was busy mentally trying to figure out how to describe his sister, fingers still curled loosely around his wallet, only half paying attention to the boy in front of himself. He'd done this several times before, but no one ever seemed to know who she was- or at least, they weren't willing to give her up, if they did know her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, short.. looked a little like him? It surely couldn't be that hard to find her among the crowd. He'd left his phone outside in his car, not willing to risk it being stolen inside of a place like this. A wallet had a little bit of cash and cards that could be canceled and replaced; a phone was a whole different story. Hindsight was twenty-twenty, though, and he'd wished he had brought it inside with him only for the fact that he would have pictures of Phoebe to show around.



Pulling out of his thoughts, he focused in on Drake's face in front of him and gave a slow, confused blink at the sight of the frown now gracing the boy's lips. What had he done to put a look like that on his face? He had assumed people like this would be nearly killing each other for a chance to hold twenty dollars, not frown at him as if he had just offered-



And then,

I don't do those kinds of favors.



And oh,

oh.



Finnegan's face turned a scarlet red color, warming his face with a heat that he hadn't experienced in quite a long time. He could feel, rather than see, the heat spreading down his body and was sure that his neck and collarbones were flushed the same deep red as the coloring across his cheekbones. What the hell was he doing? Approaching young, inebriated kids that he didn't know, grabbing his wallet, and asking for a favor? God, of course, the kid was freaked out by him. He had just made himself out to look like an actual goddamn predator. He straightened up off the wall and removed his hands from his pockets with a quick gesture.



"I didn't.. No, I.. That isn't-"



Finn had always been an eloquent person, even from a young age. He had a way with words and had never been so unable to form a coherent sentence in his life. Then again, he couldn't say that he'd ever been denied a blowjob he'd never asked for in his life, either. Things like this just never happened in the Eastside. He swallowed hard and then took a deep breath, willing himself under control. He was embarrassed, sure, but that was no reason to stand here like a stuttering fool. When his blush had died down a bit and he didn't feel as if he'd just dropped his face into a smoldering iron, he tried again.



"No, listen. You're cute, little duck," Surely, he was just digging his grave even farther, "but that's not what I wanted," He held up his hands in a placating gesture, hoping that he wasn't offending the boy further. He wasn't used to this; people just seemed to like him and he didn't want that to change, even if it was just some teenage boy from the Southside. "I just came here to find my younger sister. I was going to ask you to help me out, that's all." He shook his hands before, with nothing better to do with them, shoving them back into his pockets. "But you don't have to," he added, leaning back against the wall, "You can just.. stand here." he finished, defeated.

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Mason

"Jesus fucking Christ, Kris. Put some clothes on." He snapped, diverting his gaze from Kris for a moment. What was it with fucking Southside girls and their inability to actually, you know, dress modestly. God, he was glad he didn't have a trampy little sister. But when she offered him a beer, Mason's gaze shifted back down to her, eyes narrowing slightly.

He couldn't resist a beer. So he snatched it from the small blonde, popping off the top, and looking at her with a little smirk stretching across his face. "Talk about what? Barbies? My Little Pony?" Mason said before taking a sip of the beer. One little beer wouldn't hurt, and maybe it would help to calm him down before he went off to kill Dean. He swore to god that she was like a child -- Dean acted like she had no responsibilities, and it irked him beyond belief. Why couldn't she just grow up?

"Look, kid, you're cute." He said, leaning forward a little bit so he was closer to eye level with the short blonde. "But I'm not interested in playing around with a child, okay? Plus isn't it like, past your bed time or something?" Okay, okay, he knew that she wasn't that young, but Kris was still young... ish, and Mason wasn't in the mood to play whatever game Slutty O'Reilly had in mind.

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[Joet]

Sarah was speaking with Pheobe, and drinking a peach-mango smoothie she'd picked up before she'd come there. She'd also brought a cherry coke she'd put in her bag and her metal cup and metal straw with ice-filled to the brim. She was hesitant about coming, because of her perfect record. She brought her smoothie to her lips and placed it down on the table. Sarah sighed. She gazed down at her phone. "Hey, Pheobe... Do you wanna turn on some music and dance?" She picked up her smoothie again. And she took the lid off of her metal cup and then took the Cherry Coke out of her bag and poured it into the cup. She looked back up at Pheobe.

 

[Winona]

Ash

Parties on the Southside were easily ten times better than ones thrown on the Northside. Granted, the alcohol you could get on the Northside was typically a little bit better, but the company was always more stuffy, and the boys were dicks. Self-righteous, pompous assholes that mostly enjoyed flexing about how much money they had. Granted, it was like Northside guys were much better, but at least they didn't like to rub their dad's new yacht in her face like that was going to get them laid.

Plus, most of her friends were in the Southside -- it was something that had bothered her parents growing up. They had always been scared about their daughter hanging out in the slums, but as she grew older, there wasn't much that they could do to stop her. And now, her dad was always working and her brother had left for college, so Ash was usually alone in the mansion. Which like, really sucked, so she ended up spending most of her time down here -- running around with Dean.

Speaking of Dean, Ash had somehow managed to lose her best friend. She was now leaned against a wall, a half-drank beer in her hands, while some very drunk guy leaned against the wall next to her. Ash was only half listening to what he was saying, offering smiles and small laughs when necessary. Eventually, she decided that this was just boring, so she excused herself, telling the guy that she would be back in just a couple minutes... although Ash had absolutely no intention of coming back.

Instead, she pushed her way through the crowd until she managed to stumble out the door into the backyard. Her pale gaze shifted around the yard, stopping for a moment on Jack and... TK, right? Although she'd never had an actual conversation with the eldest O'Reilly, Ash still obviously knew who he was. She'd been coming here and talking with Kris thanks to Dean for years, even if she kind of got the feeling that Kris wasn't the biggest fan of her. Then, her gaze drifted to the youngest O'Reilly.

Elsie seemed to like her, at least. And even if she was sitting near Jack and TK -- who, okay, may have intimidated Ash a little bit -- at least she was someone to talk to. So Ash crossed the garden, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she took a seat in one of the lawn chairs near Elsie. "Hey," she said, biting her lip lightly. "What are you doing out here? The real party's inside. I doubt these two are like, actually interesting." Ash was teasing, okay! There's no way that a fourteen-year-old would want to hangout with her older brother instead of having fun. She was once a fourteen-year-old with an annoying older brother. Ash knew these things.

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[jasmyn]

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Upon meeting Addison it was clear that she was a Northside girl, her clothes and the new car gave her away pretty quickly. Still, she wasn't your typical trust fund baby, although she did have one of those too. She had never really liked to be seen as a spoiled brat or someone who was entitled, she didn't carry herself that way at all. She knew that to be taken seriously in the world, you had to work hard and actually earn what you had. So, that's what she did. She keeps her trust fund in a bank account in case she needs it, only using it for the rent on her house. The other bills she pays by working at the local mall and whatever else she can do.

Since moving to the Eastside, in an effort to distance herself from her parents, she's become a lot closer to some of the Southsiders. Some a little bit more than others. Some on accident. She pulled up to the party, the music loud as always as she climbed out and walked up to the building. Holding a bottle of tequila as she walked through the door, she searched for Ryan. He had been one of her closest friends since high school though he was one of the someones she'd gotten friendly with. It wasn't like it was serious though, they were just two friends who enjoyed a hook up here and there. Right?

Just as she walked into the kitchen, she bumped into the other someone, the accidental hook up. Carter. They had been pretty drunk when they stumbled into his place but she'd be lying if she said that it wasn't one of the more firey hookups she'd had. There was just something about him, about the danger that surrounded him. When she heard her name being called she snapped out of the thoughts to see his face. Shit. "Oh, um, hey," she said, holding up the bottle in her hands. "I brought tequila." she laughed, she needed a shot right about now. Or five.

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[Winona]

Drake

Little duck? Why was he... that wasn't... did he forget Drake's name? And then it dawned on Drake, as he thought of his name, that he was a duck. A duck that had quacked in front of this super handsome model man. Oh, this easily had to go down as Drake's most awkward encounter to date -- and this was coming from the guy that had once carried on a ten minute conversation with a guy at McDonald's, only to realize the dude had one of those Bluetooth thingies in and wasn't actually talking to him.

A sigh of relief escaped Drake's lips. That's all the guy wanted? Hell, Drake could help with that -- no problem. And now things at least felt a little easier, and a little less awkward than they just had for the last few minutes. "Oh, you just need to find your sister? Yeah, I can help with that." Drake knew pretty much everyone that had already walked through this party, so trying to find Finn's sister wouldn't be a problem. Plus helping him out was simply the gentlemanly thing to do, and Mason had raised Drake to be gentlemanly.

"Consider me your tour guide to this Southside party because I mean... look at you." With the hand holding the beer, Drake gestured at Finn. "You're not from around here, right? You stick out like a giraffe in a party of zebras." Or, maybe he was just an awkward person. He seemed kind of like an awkward person, but the way his gaze shifted around, or how he thought Drake's help could be bought, left Drake assuming he was one of those guys that thought the worse of the Southside. And sure, a lot of the guys down here were bad, but they weren't all terrible! Not everyone stole things, or got into fights, or fucked around.

Drake pushed away from the wall, an easygoing smile on his face, and this time he managed to stay standing upright. "Now tell me about this sister of yours. What's her name? What does she look like?"

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Finn let out a small relieved sigh of his own in response to the noise of relief that fell from Drake's lips. His body slumped a bit against the wall, thankful that he didn't seem to have dug himself into that deep of a hole. He never knew with people like this. He'd heard stories from his parents; bloody brawls that happened over someone sitting in the wrong spot, deaths caused by looks that had no intention behind them. He'd end up just another number in the Southside news, he'd been told multiple times, if he got involved in the wrong crowd. He didn't know Drake's intentions, approaching him as he did. The kid didn't want to perform tricks, at least, but maybe he wanted to drug him and rob him blind; maybe he just wanted to fight, for all Finnegan knew. He'd been worried that his words, even his actions, had upset the kid to the point of potentially becoming just another homicide victim. It was comforting to know that he hadn't just made an enemy.

Drake was obviously high on something, several somethings that most likely didn't just include life, but now that their misunderstanding was over he seemed like a nice enough kid. He reminded him of the newborn kittens that were brought in to his clinic sometimes; a little bit of a stumbling mess, but endearing nonetheless. Or maybe a duckling was a better analogy, with all of the wobbling and the downy hair. A tiny, pleased smile graced his lips at the thought for just a moment, but then he physically shook his head a tad to clear his thoughts. He had his sister to find.

“Thank you,” Finnegan said, a genuine look of thanks crossing his features. He knew for a fact that he would never find the girl within this crowd without some immense luck or pure a coincidence. “You’re right,” he responded, an amused smile gracing his lips at the way the boy had forgotten what Finn had told him just moments ago. “I live on a different side of town.” he added, pulling one hand free from his pockets and gesturing in a random direction to indicate that he wasn’t from around here.

“I don’t, ah, have time to come to parties often,” he clarified, knowing what the kid was implying. From the way he dressed to the way he stood, he knew he stuck out at events like these. How Phoebe ever managed to blend in was beyond him. “I work for a vet. It gets pretty busy.” Why was he offering up all of this information? These types of people didn’t care about small talk. Stupid Finn.

Finnegan pushed away from the wall when Drake did, copying the smile that the young boy offered him. “Her name’s Phoebe,” he offered. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, yea high,” He gestured to a height much shorter than the both of them. “Looks sort of like me, I suppose.” He shrugged, “She likes to get into trouble.. so I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.”
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Carter hadn't been at the party for long, though he knew it'd been going on since sometime early afternoon. Ryan had told him about the fourth of July cookout the O'Rielly's were having days ago, and he hadn't forgotten, he'd just had other shit to take care of. Ryan wouldn't question it, and Carter didn't think anyone else would, either. Most people didn't question him. Being young and a known gang leader kept alot of people out of his hair, but there were those who still liked to push his buttons.

They were usually dealt with quickly.

Having arrived only a short time ago, he still hadn't run into Ryan yet, but he knew the guy had to be around here somewhere. Still, Carter wasn't going to spend what could possibly be a fun time looking for one person, so he'd gotten himself a beer and mingled. Well, if mingling was pretty much not talking to anyone, that is. He wasn't a great small talker to begin with, unless he was trying to get into a girls pants. Then it seemed he could say anything.

He'd just uncapped his third beer in the kitchen when he felt someone run into him. Turning, he spotted Addison, recognizing her immediately. Of course they'd been drunk when they hooked up, but he wouldn't forget that face-- or that body-- anywhere. A lazy grin spread onto his features, and his eyes flicked towards the bottle she held up. "Tequila, hmm?" He took a swig of his beer then set it down, taking the bottle from her, his fingers brushing against hers.

Unscrewing the lid, he found two empty cups and poured a hefty amount of tequila in both. Easily three shots worth. "Bottoms up." Handing her one, he took the other and downed it like a champ.

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Location: O'Reilly Backyard
Interaction: TK, Elsie, Ash
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Before reaching the stairs, Jack finally saw TK emerge from the house, beers in hand. He nodded as his friend explained why he was gone so long, “Distracted huh? What, did you get hit on by one of the teenagers?” he laughed. Unfortunately, most of the O’Reilly parties were filled with more teenagers than adults their age thanks not only to his younger siblings, but also to the fact that a lot of the people his and TK’s age from the southside were either in jail or strung out. It was an unfortunate reality of the crime ridden southside. And it was a large reason why Jack and TK were both still single.

Jack took the 2 beers from TK and cracked one open just as his youngest sister Elsie walked by them. He motioned TK to follow him as he started after her. When she made it to the lawn chair that he had been sitting in before getting up he sat in the one next to her. “Hey sis, having fun?” he asked, noticing the wine cooler in her hand. Elsie was only 14, so any other night he would have taken issue with her drinking, but tonight he didn’t care. Plus, it wasn’t like she drank all the time, so one drink tonight wouldn’t kill her.

As he listened for her response, he looked toward the house and saw a blonde girl headed toward them. As she got closer Jack realized he had seen her before. He didn’t know her name or anything, but she looked like one of the northside girls he had seen around the neighborhood with Dean. He was a little confused as to why she was coming to talk to their little group.

When the girl finally did speak to them, it was to Elsie. He looked at his sister with a bit of surprise. He didn’t know that she was friends with this girl. When the girl mentioned that he and TK weren’t interesting, he turned to look at her. He didn’t speak, but he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

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Elsie O'Reilly

Elsie looked up from the cellphone when she heard the voice of her older brother Jack talking to her. He had asked her if she was having fun and Elsie gave him a half-hearted yeah. These parties should be fun, but for Elsie, they just weren't. Every time her family threw a party it would always end up with people fighting, people breaking shit, or worse people sneaking off and sleeping in the upstairs bedrooms. To make it even less fun no one gave her the time of day as she was too young. There were always two types of people at these parties, the bitchy girls who didn't want to talk to a baby and the guys that avoided her since to them she was practically jailbait. She wished her friend had been able to come, but she has to be up early in the morning for her soccer practice.​

"I'm having fun, it just would have been more fun if there were people my age or somewhere around there. I bet you know how that feels," Elsie said replying to Jack. She felt he would understand where she is coming from as the people who attended these parties were also too young for him. She was about to say something else but was cut off when someone else walked up to them. It was her sister's and Dean's friend Ash and Elsie was a little confused about why she was talking to her. Ash asked her what she was doing outside and that the real party was inside.

"Yeah, but it is a lot safer out here as it is less likely to get shot or punched," Elsie said commenting on how crazy their parties could get sometimes. "If you are wondering where my sister is, she is inside talking to Mason, and Dean is hiding out in my room."

Elsie figured that Ash was just trying to make small talk with her before asking where her sister was or where Dean was. It would be cool though if Ash really wanted to talk to her since Elsie did think she was cool. The older girl was rich and popular and it was everything that Elsie dreamed to be. I bet her family threw fancy parties with giant shrimps and glasses of champagne. Going to those events would be so much better than attending any hood party her family ever threw. Elsie could only dream about going as it was unlikely anyone on the northside to be interested in a southside girl like herself.

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[Nightblade]

Alyssa sat in the diner, the empty Milkshake glass in front of her as she held her cell phone in her hand, still wearing her clothes from last night since she was not given a whole lot of time to change last night. She looked at her text messages again, her brother and sister texting to make sure she is ok. She had text them both back basically saying she was fine and would be in touch soon, A lie of course but it meant they stayed out of it for now. She had made her choice and heartbreak aside she loved Ryan with everything she had so she did not regret her choice of walking away.

Steeling herself, she picked up her phone and sent him a text "Hey baby, can we talk i'm at our diner" She knew Ryan would know exactly where she was since it was in this booth that they first met, her a crying mess and him trying and adorably failing to make her feel better. Poor attempt aside she had found it nice and it prompted her to give him her number. Putting a hand on her stomach she could not regret the choices she made, she was not making them for herself anymore she was thinking of the baby now too. She did not know how he would react but he had to know.

Once her phone pinged that the message was sent, she asked for another shake, unable to help the trembling hands she now had as she looked out the window into the warm summers day outside. So much in her life was now unclear, but she knew she loved Ryan and she already loved the baby she was carrying and right now, in this small diner on the warm day she needed nothing more in her life and it gave her some measure of calm.

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Ryan had no idea that Alyssa had texted him, truthfully. He'd lost his phone hours ago, and hadn't given it much thought. He'd been partying it up with his friends and family, drinking and just having a good time while also trying to make sure no one got arrested. Cops showing up was a staple at their parties, it seemed, but Ry thought that that might just be because they lived in the Southside and the south was automatically discriminated against. He'd had his fair share of interactions with the cops.

Currently the blonde was on his fifth or sixth beer, though he'd lost count ages ago. His eyes scanned the living room, landing on Kristina and someone she was talking to. Oh, right, Mason. He started for them, eyeing the beer in her hands, but when he got close and heard Mason shut her down he automatically turned and headed away from them. No way was he being a part of that conversation. Pursing his lips, he pretended like he hadn't seen them and dipped out the front door instead.

He spotted Elsie in a lawn chair with a drink and Jack talking to her. It wasn't long before a pretty blonde joined them. He might have headed that way if he hadn't glanced back in the house and saw a familiar face in the kitchen. "Adi!" He automatically called her name, though she probably didn't hear him. Making his way back inside, he came up behind her and looped an arm around her waist, grinning as he pulled her close to him in a friendly-yet-might-be-friendlier hug.

"What's up guys?" He asked both of them, spotting the red cups and tequila in their hands. "Taking shots without me? For shame."

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[Winona]

Kairos

He sat up when he heard Phoebe's voice, pushing himself up on his elbows and looking back over his shoulder at her with a lazy grin. "Hey, Phoebs," he said with a grin, his eyes lighting up when she presented the fireworks. Kai scrambled up from his spot on the edge of the roof, almost falling backwards as he did, but Kai managed to catch himself and straighten up. He walked over to the older girl, looking at the fireworks curiously. There was nothing that cheered up an O'Reilly like explosions or getting to use fire.

"How did you know I felt like setting stuff on fire?" He asked with a lopsided smile, and then another girl came out -- Sarah, right? Phoebe's friend? Kai offered the other girl a smile, his attention now turning back to the fireworks. Kai had always been a fan, alright? Who wasn't? When he was young, he remembered stealing some of Kris and Elsie's dolls and tying them to fireworks before sending them into space. Needless to say, Barbie was not fireproof, and it would rain bits of Barbie.

"So do you want to set them off up here? How are we doing this?" Kai asked as he pulled out a very manly lighter in his back pocket. The cheap lighter even had flames, in case someone decided to question just how much Kai loved fire, or just how manly he was. Because fire was super manly, obviously, so. Manly.

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