Aato
Social(ly-inept) Butterfly
Brice Tang
On their way outside, Ivy's tone humbled as she expressed thanks just for his presence. He felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach, but only cleared his throat to choke back any emotion from showing. However, he did give her a little squeeze, tightening the arm around her shoulders. Though, once they made it outside, they parted.
Brice waded into the pool, dipping his head under then coming back up, his hands moving to brush the water and hair out of his face, but feeling refreshed. His dark hair -- once given volume and styled with gel -- was now in a saturated mixture of flat and spiked, his varied hair textures reacting to the water differently. He was just getting ready to wade over to Arianna and grab a shot - just one, maybe two 'cause a little partying never hurt - when he heard a sudden splash. Turning, he could see the water fly onto Ivy, and although he didn't see the culprit in action, he could put the pieces together as he spotted an amused Avery in the pool in front of her.
That's when things went to Hell.
Along with everyone else, Brice watched Ivy's tirade in a sort of horror. His face didn't reflect his concern as much as the others, though he had sort of frozen. Perhaps he should have talked to her earlier. Next he knew Freya had jumped in, taking the position he really should have, at least when it came to trying to tame the redhead. She said most of the things he thought, but was unable to act on. In the next moment, an angry Sean had snatched up the bottle of vodka and dumped it on Ivy.
On one hand, Brice was angry and wanted to retaliate against Sean - one, for wasting that good bottle of booze, and two, for what he did to his friend - but that wouldn't have resolved anything. Besides, Sean was taller and buffer, and... Brice wanted to keep his face pretty, so he couldn't go around willy-nilly getting into fights. Admittedly, the thought itself was a bit selfish, but his former reasoning was a fair point on its own. It was upsetting, though. He had hurt her. It was one thing that Ivy overreacted, shoving Avery back into the water, and could have possibly hurt her, but it was a fact that Sean did. Once she had cried and stormed off the best that she could, Arianna, Avery, and the resident emo had decided to further pick fun at the situation... And while Ivy's drastic actions were by no means justified, he found it demented that they thought she deserved to be physically hurt.
As his ability to react was coming back to him, he made his way to the edge of the pool to get out. In the process, he noticed Sean was missing and figured he'd gone to check on Ivy. Good. He needed to fix what he had done. So, Brice wouldn't interfere. He just hoped that the jock tended to the redhead well and did no less than he would have to console her. Even with this assumption, he still didn't want to stay outside with the others anymore - not with that mentality and heaviness of what had just happened looming in the air. He made his way back into the house, instantly regretting not bringing his own towel. So, he stepped carefully as he trailed water inside.
Kitchen or room? He figured he should dry off... Plus, these wet shorts would start to get cold and uncomfortable. So, he'd likely change too. He listened as he slowly made his way upstairs, cursing inwardly as the memory came to him that his bags were in Ivy's room and that her and Sean would probably be there talking. Though, the further he made it up the stairs, it was still just as quiet. He could see the door to the room open and stepped inside, seeing the bed ruffled, but no one in it. "Ivy?" He called in case she were in the bathroom or elsewhere he couldn't see, but got no response. Hm. She wasn't here. Well, at least not anymore. He decided not to think too far into it.
Brice went in his duffel bag to pull out a towel and a pair of short and a tank top from his backpack. He tossed the clothes over his shoulder, meanwhile drying off what hadn't managed to air dry as he headed into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he ruffled the towel through his hair until it was damp, then brushed a hand through his hair in an attempt to organize it. Though, it was a futile effort as it remained quite messy. Whatever. Moving on now, he changed into the light gray tanktop and red shorts (yes, more red shorts). He folded up his towel and carried it back out into the room, laying it across his things. Noticing Ivy's towel, he also picked it up and folded it enough to take back into the bathroom and drape over the rack to dry. It was the least he could do until he saw her later.
Now, he left the room for the kitchen, both hungry but also still interested in coating his palate with liquor. A few empty shot glasses remained on the counter along with some buds of blunts, but otherwise the kitchen was lit and still fairly clean. He reached into the cabinet to pull out a small glass, placing it on the counter before continuing to look through the cabinets for more booze. He pulled down a clear bottle and read it with a smirk. "Oh? Tequila?" He chuckled. "Not yet. Now is not the time to die." He put the bottle back until he came across a bottle of rum and quickly pulled it down. He pulled a spot of it into the glass - something he could measure by eye - then looked in the fridge thankful to find a litre of coke. Hey - Brice liked to be a little more on the classier side. He mixed the dark fizzy drink with the alcohol before swishing the contents of the glass around and enjoying sips. His thirst was satisfied; all that was left now was a snack.
So, back to these cabinets and this refrigerator...
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On their way outside, Ivy's tone humbled as she expressed thanks just for his presence. He felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach, but only cleared his throat to choke back any emotion from showing. However, he did give her a little squeeze, tightening the arm around her shoulders. Though, once they made it outside, they parted.
Brice waded into the pool, dipping his head under then coming back up, his hands moving to brush the water and hair out of his face, but feeling refreshed. His dark hair -- once given volume and styled with gel -- was now in a saturated mixture of flat and spiked, his varied hair textures reacting to the water differently. He was just getting ready to wade over to Arianna and grab a shot - just one, maybe two 'cause a little partying never hurt - when he heard a sudden splash. Turning, he could see the water fly onto Ivy, and although he didn't see the culprit in action, he could put the pieces together as he spotted an amused Avery in the pool in front of her.
That's when things went to Hell.
Along with everyone else, Brice watched Ivy's tirade in a sort of horror. His face didn't reflect his concern as much as the others, though he had sort of frozen. Perhaps he should have talked to her earlier. Next he knew Freya had jumped in, taking the position he really should have, at least when it came to trying to tame the redhead. She said most of the things he thought, but was unable to act on. In the next moment, an angry Sean had snatched up the bottle of vodka and dumped it on Ivy.
On one hand, Brice was angry and wanted to retaliate against Sean - one, for wasting that good bottle of booze, and two, for what he did to his friend - but that wouldn't have resolved anything. Besides, Sean was taller and buffer, and... Brice wanted to keep his face pretty, so he couldn't go around willy-nilly getting into fights. Admittedly, the thought itself was a bit selfish, but his former reasoning was a fair point on its own. It was upsetting, though. He had hurt her. It was one thing that Ivy overreacted, shoving Avery back into the water, and could have possibly hurt her, but it was a fact that Sean did. Once she had cried and stormed off the best that she could, Arianna, Avery, and the resident emo had decided to further pick fun at the situation... And while Ivy's drastic actions were by no means justified, he found it demented that they thought she deserved to be physically hurt.
As his ability to react was coming back to him, he made his way to the edge of the pool to get out. In the process, he noticed Sean was missing and figured he'd gone to check on Ivy. Good. He needed to fix what he had done. So, Brice wouldn't interfere. He just hoped that the jock tended to the redhead well and did no less than he would have to console her. Even with this assumption, he still didn't want to stay outside with the others anymore - not with that mentality and heaviness of what had just happened looming in the air. He made his way back into the house, instantly regretting not bringing his own towel. So, he stepped carefully as he trailed water inside.
Kitchen or room? He figured he should dry off... Plus, these wet shorts would start to get cold and uncomfortable. So, he'd likely change too. He listened as he slowly made his way upstairs, cursing inwardly as the memory came to him that his bags were in Ivy's room and that her and Sean would probably be there talking. Though, the further he made it up the stairs, it was still just as quiet. He could see the door to the room open and stepped inside, seeing the bed ruffled, but no one in it. "Ivy?" He called in case she were in the bathroom or elsewhere he couldn't see, but got no response. Hm. She wasn't here. Well, at least not anymore. He decided not to think too far into it.
Brice went in his duffel bag to pull out a towel and a pair of short and a tank top from his backpack. He tossed the clothes over his shoulder, meanwhile drying off what hadn't managed to air dry as he headed into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he ruffled the towel through his hair until it was damp, then brushed a hand through his hair in an attempt to organize it. Though, it was a futile effort as it remained quite messy. Whatever. Moving on now, he changed into the light gray tanktop and red shorts (yes, more red shorts). He folded up his towel and carried it back out into the room, laying it across his things. Noticing Ivy's towel, he also picked it up and folded it enough to take back into the bathroom and drape over the rack to dry. It was the least he could do until he saw her later.
Now, he left the room for the kitchen, both hungry but also still interested in coating his palate with liquor. A few empty shot glasses remained on the counter along with some buds of blunts, but otherwise the kitchen was lit and still fairly clean. He reached into the cabinet to pull out a small glass, placing it on the counter before continuing to look through the cabinets for more booze. He pulled down a clear bottle and read it with a smirk. "Oh? Tequila?" He chuckled. "Not yet. Now is not the time to die." He put the bottle back until he came across a bottle of rum and quickly pulled it down. He pulled a spot of it into the glass - something he could measure by eye - then looked in the fridge thankful to find a litre of coke. Hey - Brice liked to be a little more on the classier side. He mixed the dark fizzy drink with the alcohol before swishing the contents of the glass around and enjoying sips. His thirst was satisfied; all that was left now was a snack.
So, back to these cabinets and this refrigerator...
______
Interacting: --
Mentions:
Daisy Adley
;
Cychotic
;
JustAlexandra
;
apolla
;
spookie
;
Florels
