[center][h3][color=goldenrod]Vivian Annabelle Corette[/color][/h3] [img]http://i.imgur.com/tRzCwm2.gif[/img] [b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Party/Dallas' Apartment [b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Delilah Wells[@karamonnom] [/center][hr][hr] [color=goldenrod]“Oh, come on, Lilah! This is Clarissa Price we’re talking about. Her relations are almost as juicy as her mother’s was. You can’t seriously tell me that you’re not the least bit curious as to who got her attention?”[/color] Vivian said, wanting to just stare at them until she could figure out the mystery man. Pretty much ignoring all that she said, Lilah tugged at Vi’s left arm playfully, smiling wide. The laughs coming from her and her body movements made Vi forget about Clarissa and the caramel-colored male for now. She was more interested in having fun with her bestest gal pal. Whatever was going on with everyone wasn’t a top priority for her. She was focusing solely on her best friend and the music that fueled the dancing desires in her and Vi. Just as the fun for the two of them had started, it suddenly ended. The party went silent. The music stopped abruptly; everyone gasping, some outing words such as “what happened?” and “Daamn!” For Delilah, however, she shrieked louder than a Siren, her loud voice piercing through Vivian’s ears. The source of everyone’s varied, yet similar, reaction was at the beverage table - the same table that Vi and Lilah had seen Clarissa and the mystery guy kissing. The table had collapsed, all of the drinks spilled over. Liquid from various alcohol spilling onto the ground. Most of the bottles and cups, however, were piled on someone. Before Vi could even take in what happened, Lilah suddenly rushed over. [color=goldenrod]“Uh, Lilah, wa--” [/color]before Vivian could finish her sentence, a large blonde mass of human flesh rushed passed her, disorienting her equilibrium. [color=goldenrod][I]Was that Zeke Carter?[/I][/color] Vivian wasn’t sure, but he was the only blonde with [I]that[/I] much strength and blonde of hair - well, aside from Vi of course and a few others. [color=goldenrod]“So much for minding our own business, huh?“[/color] Sighing, Vivian followed Lilah. The party just got a lot more interesting. [center][h1][color=springgreen]Jeremiah “Jay“ Howard Tomers[/color][/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/27Gvxpf.gif[/img] [b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Party/Dallas' Apartment [b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Delilah and Clarissa Price [@GoddessSophia] [/center][hr][hr] Everything seemed just like an afterthought. The music blaring at the party seemed to not enter his or her ears. The volume might be high, but Jay heard nothing but her and his heartbeat. It was as if there was a symphony playing and they were co-maestros. The orchestra of the moment playing romantic melodies to the beat of Jay’s heart. The moment was perfect, until it wasn’t. Suddenly, Jay felt his lips free of Clarissa’s, the saliva stretching from her lips and his. His two lips were still puckered up, as he still was kissing. Only, instead of kissing Clarissa’s soft, lips, he was kissing the air. Then, as fast as he had been pulled away, Jay was forcibly shoved into the beverage table hard. The impact with his lips against the table not only caused them to bust open, but the entire table collapsed, cups and bottles piling on top of him. He felt all of the liquid pour on and around him. As he lay there on the hardwood floor, covered in an assortment of plastic cups and glass bottles, Jay heard what Zeke was saying to Clarissa. He stated that not minutes after saying he liked her [b]a lot[/b], that’s when she had moved on to Jay. How, that after he apparently told Clarissa about his feelings for her, she went to Jay. Now, imagine being Jay right now. He didn’t know all of this. Surely, if Jay had known, he wouldn’t have Clarissa. Hell, just approaching her was hard enough. [color=springgreen][I]I feel like a fool.[/I][/color] Jay started to get up, trying to move the glass bottles off of him. Some of them were whole, so that was good, but a few smashed on his arms and legs. Jay saw that it ripped through his clothing and left a mild cut along his arms and legs. The rest, however, seemed to just roll off. The plastic cups, specifically, rolled a half of a foot away from him just as Jay had gotten to an upright, sitting position. His right knee was raised up and he made a wincing facial expression. Just as his view went up, Jay suddenly heard a sweet and gentle voice from beside him. [color=springgreen]“I‘m fine, just a busted lip and a few scrapes and cuts. It's nothing I haven‘t experienced before.”[/color] Jay said, his view coming to the source of that voice. It was a woman with long brown hair. As he came to the view of her, he smiled. For some reason, there was something about her that brought a certain calmness to his heart. It was most likely her gentle smile. [hr] Vivian looked at Clarissa. Her first thought was what could she be thinking at this very moment? One minute she’s macking on the caramel cutie and the next Zeke blows up in her face and rushes off to god-knows where. It couldn’t be fun inside her mind right now and Vivian felt bad for her. It was in Vivian’s nature to try to help out any way that she could. To see [I]anybody[/I] frown was not a sight that she wanted to see, even if it was Clarissa Price. [color=goldenrod]“Hey,” [/color]Vi said, as she approached Clarissa with a sympathetic smile, [color=goldenrod]“you doing alright?”[/color] She asked, her voice full of genuine concern for Clarissa, [color=goldenrod]“that couldn’t have been easy.”[/color] Even though her and Clarissa didn’t see eye to eye, Vivian still was willing to lend a helping hand or an ear to listen. She wanted to make everyone feel good, even if it was someone that didn’t particularly care for her.