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[color=#708090][b]Location[/b]:[/color] Why are we here? ←  Alyssa’s Black 2017 mercedes benz s-class 
[color=deeppink][b]Featuring[/b]:[/color] Her Majesty Alyssa, Dancing Queen Audrey, Lead Vocalist Eve  
[color=#8B6969][b]Time[/b]:[/color] to drink
[sup]Credit goes to Altered Tundra for the name: The Unholy Trinity
Collab with: [@Dirty Pretty Lies] & [@Universorum][/sup]
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[sup]Surprise feature of Niles![/sup][/center]

The Trinity would be fashionably late. They wouldn’t be them if they didn’t take their time to arrive at a party that wasn’t thrown by one of their own. Oh, and there is this unspoken rule that if the Queen Bee is not directly throwing the event, she can arrive whenever she deems fit since it is her [i]right[/i]. By the snacks table, [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3738880]Niles McMillan[/url], the head geek, regretting having said yes to Alba to come to this shitshow, stuffed his face with gummy bears before someone with a camera approached him. Both he and this stranger glanced over at the entrance by the woods only for them to freeze in silence at the arrival of the infamous “[i]Unholy Trinity[/i]”. It was one thing to see them by themselves walking down the hall, but when they were together… the intensity of their superiority was at it’s all time peak. The mysterious, camera guy brought his attention back to the geek before asking about the icons of Beverly Hills High, “[color=tan]What is this for?[/color]” Niles grabbed his cup of rum and coke to clear his candy filled mouth as he waited for a reply. 

Nodding his head as he listened to the kid-he-did-not-know announce he was working on a ‘documentary’ for his film class, Niles shrugged and glanced back over to the ruling women, “[color=tan]Ever since Eve transferred last year those three have been inseparable. Some dope called them the ‘Unholy Trinity’ because if you get on their bad side… well. Might as well start planning your funeral now.[/color]” He took another sip, a bit confused that out of [i]all[/i] the people he was the one being asked questions. Where was Alba when he needed her?! “[color=tan]Eh-hem. Off the record.[/color]” The camera guy directed the sound and lenses toward the hustle and bustle of the party before Niles continued what he was saying, “[color=tan]I’d like to think of those three like… succubi! They’re so goddamn gorgeous that it intimidates the hell out of me and 10/10 they could and would kill you. Granted… girls scare me.[/color]” He paused and shuddered at his many encounters with the opposite sex, “[color=tan]Oh-oh-oh. Don’t get me started with their REPS. That makes it all the more worse. You know that movie… Mean Girls? They’re [b]ALL[/b] Regina Georges. Maybe one day they’ll find their Gretchen and Karen but jesus. That’s too much ‘woman’ for me, or anyone for that matter, to handle.[/color]” 

Directing the camera’s perspective back to the socially awk kid, the stranger asked for him to elaborate about the girls’ reputations but for the camera. Niles started sweating from all the attention he was getting from this one guy, “[color=tan]I guess I’ll start with Evelyn Harding… lead vocalist of [i]East of Eden[/i]. God, she got a set of pipes to die for, but for someone who has such a… bewitching performance on stage. Yes. Yes, I’ve been to one of her concerts. She’s unsettlingly quiet. To think she’s the most ‘approachable’ of the three and that’s saying something... Baffles me to no end. If you want to get to Audrey or more importantly, Her Majesty Alyssa.[/color]” His tone subconsciously shifted to that of a bad English accent when he said the Queen Bee’s name before grabbing some chips and crunching on ‘em. With his mouth full of doritos, he continued, “[color=tan]You have to go through her first… but yeah. Her rep. I guess…[/color]” He paused and contemplated what Eve was known for, “[color=tan]She made her face known hella fast on school grounds. Within the first week she became the head of her clique. I don’t know much of her ‘scary’ deeds since I try to stay in the dark about that but hey! She liked my manga. And I’d like to think I’m cool in her book.[/color]” 

His void brown orbs trailed from one sovereign of their own to the next, “[color=tan]Now. The Dancing Queen, Audrey Huntsberg. You see, Eve is hard to pin because of how… mysterious she is, but Audrey. Nope. Nope. Nope. She is what you see. If it wasn’t for my girl, I mean not mine..., if it weren’t for Alba, my friend, yeah. Friend. I would be dead right now! Like people can’t help but be drawn to her, like a magnet, but one wrong word, one wrong move, and to the guillotines you go! I mean, she’s worth the admiration. She knows what she wants and she’ll get what she wants at any cost. Daughter of the best plastic surgeon in the nation and that sexy dancer Elisabetta, heard of her?[/color]” He did a little groove like the dork he was before chuckling, “[color=tan]Audrey is Alba’s idol, so she can’t be ALL that scary… right?[/color]” He laughed nervously before adding, “[color=tan]It takes a smart girl to be where she is today… even if I want to die when I’m near her....[/color]” Noticing his drink was basically gone, having taken large gulps as he talked about these girls, he went to go fetch some more. It was time for the grand finale! 

As he poured more coke than rum into his plastic cup, his gaze searched for the rightful Matriarch of the school, “[color=tan]Alyssa Green. Filthy-fucking-rich. And should have been dubbed the ‘Queen Bee’ rather than Dom from the get-go… the old Queen fucked up because guess who’s gonna run the school now? Alyssa gets what she wants, that’s for sure.[/color]” Holding his finger up to have one moment to himself, Niles took a long gulp of his drink. Man, this camera guy was such a buzz kill. “[color=tan]A Queen needs to assert her dominance. Dom just kinda… faded in the crowd. I’m sorry but if there was anyone that had that royal aura going for her and that ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude... it would be Alyssa. She got it all! Beauty. Brains. [i]Influence[/i]. [b]Power[/b]. Like FUCK she got a butler that’s always near her and I’m PRETTY SURE  he could fucking break your damn skull if you upset her. Either way.[/color]” He noticed Alba beckoning him to dance floor, so he tried to wrap things up, “[color=tan]One day she’s gonna own her dad’s massive media and technology empire. She knows she’s the best and she doesn’t really need to change people’s mind because… it’s true. If you deny what you see, you’re just lying to yourself Now if you’ll excuse me..[/color]” The geek handed his drink to the stranger with the camera before meeting up with his ‘friend’.[/indent]  

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[indent]Sitting on the right side of Alyssa, who was this year’s Sovereign, Evelyn stared out the car window while holding a glass of  [url=http://liquor.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/fa-Whiskey-Sour.jpg]whiskey sour[/url], one of the many drinks she prefers. Hours prior to this, Eve spent her time consoling and comforting her other best friend, Audrey. Getting the title, best friend, was not an easy feat but somehow in the course of a year, the Dancing Queen slipped into the spiteful singer’s soul. Alyssa, on the other hand, knew Eve ever since they were toddlers. Perks of their fathers knowing each other. Fortunately for Alyssa, the bodacious blonde didn’t have to deal with the songstress’  spiked barriers. Something that the Raven has yet to realize was how attached she was already to both these girls, especially her childhood friend. 

Rewinding to Monday morning, when Audrey was going to tell her about the grand Hard Rock Cafe exploit, the man she was going to speak about appeared before them and gave her a naughty wink. At first, the songstress brushed off that flirtatious gesture because who wouldn’t tease Audrey? She was divine. Once Eve’s dear dancing companion pulled her to the side and spilled her heart out, she couldn’t help but tilt her head at the thought that Audrey, her Audrey, allowed herself to slip. The girl who knew what she wanted out of life and would burn the world to achieve her goals made, what the dancer believed to be, a mistake. The main thought that coursed through Eve’s mind was: That guy. Was [i]he[/i] the guy? The one who said: ‘Give daddy a call’. 

Of course, this could have been her overanalyzing the scene. For the most part, Eve kept silent as her friend told her all the details of how phenomenal this guy was at sex and how conflicted she was with her feelings because not only was the guy himself a lower tier student on the ladder, but she was [i]impressed[/i] by his ‘talent’. A smirk did grace the Raven’s face with how passionate Audrey was with her ravenous desire to [i]drop her panties[/i] and her craving as she reminisced about the deed and how they did it everywhere in and on his car. And most definitely continued where they left off at the motel. 

Within time, Audrey finally pointed out the boy and confirmed Eve’s assumptions. Oh, Troy Blake, you dog. The ebony haired woman let her hazel orbs gently lock with her friend’s gaze, a softer side that only a select few people bore witnessed to, and with her effortless, silvery, voice, she stated: [color=#8B6969][i]Let’s look at this more like you did what you wanted and turned his world upside down. He obviously needs another taste, so that shows someone like Troy can’t resist you, hun. I see this more as a wild adventure, don’t you think? You’re still the Audrey I know and love, you’re just dancing on the edge. Nothing wrong with that. Oh and if this blows over, you know I’ll protect you but until then, have fun. You know you want to.[/i][/color]

Coming back to present time, Eve glanced down at her glass and realized she had drank it all in less than two minutes. One thing that the singer saved for last was her cherries. Bringing the glass to her luscious lips, she let her tongue curl around the cherry until in her mouth it went. The car had come to a halt in front of Audrey’s house.

After hearing from security that her best friends were already outside waiting for her, a pouting Audrey walked out of the Huntsberg Villa and stepped inside the luxurious vehicle, thanking Alyssa’s butler Logan for holding the door open for her even if it was his job. Audrey had spent the better part of that past week between classes, dance team practices and her [i]own[/i] private dancing practices. But yet, even after being and keeping so occupied, her thoughts wandered back to that July night and to the man she’d spent that night with. Troy and Audrey had crossed each other’s paths down the halls of Beverly Hills High; an inevitable thing considering they were in the same grade. Most times Audrey was able to successfully avoid him by turning back and walking to wherever she was going down some other path, but the few times she was forced to confront him he would always do some sort of gesture at her: winking at her, biting his lower lip, or even going as far as to licking his lips. Though on the outside Audrey scoffed, rolled her eyes and pretended he was just a speck of dirt on her shoes, the truth of the matter was that she had been waiting for that text of his in which he told her just how much he wanted a repeat of that night. [i]She[/i] wasn’t gonna go around texting him to smash like some desperate woman. But the days kept passing by, his gestures kept happening but no text arrived on her cel, and Audrey grew frustrated about the fact that it seemed she was waaaaaaaay more into him than he was into her. She’d seemingly lost all control of the situation, and that made her [i]furious[/i]. Though this party Eve and Alyssa had practically forced her to go to could provide a distraction, it could also provide another chance for Audrey and Troy to encounter each other. And in all honestly, Audrey was afraid of how that might go.

[color=deeppink]“Ugh, I still don’t understand why I have to go to this stupid lower-class party,”[/color] she said in her usual snobbish tone, placing her [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=161133997]small shoulder bag[/url] in her lap and looking at Alyssa, who was sitting right across from her. [color=deeppink] “Like. honestly. Couldn’t you two manage without me? I mean, don’t get me wrong: I love you, Lyssy. But I’ve had a long day and just week in general with practice and the sort, and all I wanted was to stay home and [i]sleep[/i], because God only knows how unusually tired I’ve been these days.[/color] 

Alyssa looked Audrey up and down as Butler opened the door for her, clicking her tongue absently. [color=708090]”Necessary evil, unfortunately. Do you think [i]I[/i] want to go to this? I’ve much better things to do, you know. I could be sitting at home, eating strawberries and watching silly cat videos on YouTube, for example. But alas, the position I’m in sometimes requires me to interact with the, ah… Butler, how did I describe them? I said something rather good before tea this morning.”[/color] Alyssa asked the man was he sat down in the driver’s seat,  adjusting the rear view mirror slightly as Alyssa sipped at the drink in her hand--dry whiskey, no chaser, of course. What? Alyssa was an alcoholic, not a Barbie doll.

[b]”A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots, ma’am.”[/b] The man responded in his dry, monotonous voice, while Audrey couldn’t help but snort with a smirk on her face.

[color=708090]”There you go, [i]poetry[/i]. Make an appearance, smile, wave, leave. That’s all, darling.”[/color] Alyssa waved her hand as she reached into the cooler built into the center console, withdrawing a plate of strawberries. [color=708090]”I thought ahead and packed snacks for you two. Yes, I know, I’m amazing. Don’t flatter me--I do it enough myself.”[/color] She explained, popping one of the large fruits into her mouth.

[color=708090]”Alcohol too, if you’re in the mood. And who isn’t in the mood? Alcohol is delicious. Burns so good.”[/color]

At the mention of alcohol, Audrey wrinkled her nose as if she’d smelled something unpleasant. [color=deeppink]“I’ll pass. The smell of alcohol simply [i]nauseates[/i] me these days.”[/color] the brown-haired woman said, tucking a strand of her wavy locks behind her ear. Just the other day she’d ventured into the kitchen when their chef was making some kind of wine sauce for dinner that night, and when the crimson liquid hit the pan and its alcoholic vapors filled the whole kitchen, Audrey had rushed away to the nearest bathroom to puke her guts out. [color=deeppink]“As for the snacks, I’ll most certainly be indulging. I’m starving.”[/color] Having said this, Audrey reached out to pick a strawberry out of her blonde friend’s plate, but making sure to pick just one. Heaven forbid anyone take Alyssa’s strawberries. She’d rip your head off.

The silent one of the trio simply observed her friends with more alcohol in her glass, but this time without lemon juice and sugar vigorously with ice. Like Alyssa, Evelyn too was an alcoholic but her reasons differed. Moving the liquid around in her hand, the singer decided to chime in, “[color=#8B6969]How darling of you, but Lyssa-love, you know better than most I’m fine with just--”[/color]” The only time Eve sounded prim and proper was in front of Alyssa, more as a form of teasing than anything. She lifted her glass up to show that all she needed was alcohol, especially because they each had to deal with this… [i]party[/i]. “[color=#8B6969]But the main reason we have to go is to see if the Aspen boy is worth our time.[/color]” This caused her to remember another Monday event when Jade and Jackson approached her and told her about the very event she and her girls were heading towards. Resting her drink on her leg, while still holding it, Eve sighed, “[color=#8B6969]I ‘fear’[/color]” No, she doesn’t fear, “[color=#8B6969]His friends will be the ruin of him. He has so much potential and yet surrounded by such… nuisances.[/color]” When the scene kid and punk approached Eve it turned into Jackson blurting out, in an untasteful manner, that he [i]loved[/i] her and then someone she deemed as ‘eh, alright’ (Jade) had the audacity to ask her to perform at this party. The annoyance was quite visible on the serpent woman’s face. Since Rhett is being considered as King, although let’s be honest, Connor suits the position more, Alyssa and her best friends [b]had[/b] to make an appearance. Even if it was going to annoy the hell out of...what did Jade call her again? ‘The resident metalhead’. 

[color=708090]”Correct! Good job, Eve, as observant as always. We’re going to pick Rhett right out of that friend group and we’re going to put him in ours. We’ll tweak him moderately at most, more likely just tiny ones--for example, he needs to stop saying the word money. Honestly. Could probably do to ‘dress for success,’ as the unsuccessful say. Not like he just googled ‘how to look like a hoodrat’ and followed the first Google image result to a t.”[/color] Alyssa drummed her fingers on the rim of her glass, shaking her head as she took a gander out the window. [color=708090]”[i]Parties.[/i] How far I’ve fallen. [i]Beach parties,[/i] no less I might as well turn in my jewelry and become a veritable beach bum at this rate.”[/color].

Audrey had watched her friends’ exchange in silence, staring at the world outside roll past the tinted windows as if she was the star of one of those depressing music videos of the early 2000’s. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget him. Troy had implanted herself in her brain like a parasite, and was slowly consuming her every thought and emotion. Why, just [i]why[/i] hadn’t this freaking rebel texted her yet?! What could possibly be more important to him than the chance of screwing with one of the top three main bitches of Beverly Hills High? Audrey didn’t know, and she let out an audible sigh of frustration.

Alyssa stared at Audrey as she seemed to be absent and didn’t seem to ‘have her head in the game,’ as the saying went. Lyssa popped another one of the succulent strawberries into her mouth and thought for a moment before she spoke. [color=708090]”Audrey, where is your mind? And don’t break my heart and say Troy Blake. Differences in class aside, the boy is [i]devilishly[/i] attractive, and I’m sure he fucks like a tiger, but stay with us here. In reality. Where you aren’t obsessing over a young man you’re going to bump into for your high school years, then never see again. Ever.”[/color]

Lost in thought as she was, Audrey gave a small, startled jump when Alyssa addressed her. At the question of where her mind was at, Audrey raised a perfectly plucked dark brown arch at her as if saying ‘where do you think?’, and when her friend mentioned the name of the man who was causing her such distraction Audrey gave her a cross between a smile and a grimace.

Audrey let out another sigh, making puppy dog eyes at Alyssa. She knew her friend was absolutely right. That didn’t mean that the mind of stubborn Audrey was willing to come to terms with that truth so easily. [color=deeppink]“Lyssy, I know. Trust me, I know. But there’s just something about that Troy Blake that just [i]gets[/i] me, you know? When I was with him that night, I had no inhibitions, and felt so damn free and careless and just [i]amazing[/i]... He makes me feel things no guy ever has before. I mean, I have it clear in my mind that he’s obviously just gonna be this guy I hooked up with a few times, because you guys know I wouldn’t be caught dead dating someone like [i]him[/i]. But he’s just SO SEXY!!! And knowing how damn stubborn I am I know I won’t rest until I see if what happened between us that night was because of the alcohol or because he really [i]does[/i] make me feel all these things.”[/color] Having said this, Audrey gave yet another sigh (she seemed to be doing a lot of those lately) and stuffed her face with another one of Alyssa’s strawberries. [color=deeppink]“Sorry Lyss, but I really need some food right now. Couldn’t we have made a quick stop at like In N’ Out or something? I’m dyiiiiiiingggggggggggg!”[/color] she dramatically whined. 

Out of the blue, the young woman was suddenly overcome with an incredible thirst. She desperately looked around at the unattractive selection of juices until her eyes set on one that she now had a craving for: the half-gallon of pineapple juice. Without wasting any time, Audrey grabbed the plastic container by the handle, opened it and proceeded to drink from it straight out of the container. She chugged the juice as if she’d never had a drink in her life -a small portion of it dripping from the sides of her mouth and onto her chest- and draining it in record time. When not even a drop of juice was left, Audrey took the container away from her lips, placed it on the nearby trash can and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. [color=deeppink]“Oh my God, I really needed that!”[/color] was the only thing she said, a triumphant smile on her face.

“[color=#8B6969]Wow. That’s me after a concert but with booze.[/color]” Eve lost count with how many glasses of random concoctions she’s made for herself while her companions discussed Audrey’s infatuation with the rebel. Opening the fridge, Eve grabbed a container of blueberries and snacked on some in silence, still observing Audrey in amazement. Laying the container on her lap and her glass in it’s holder, Eve searched for her spare towel (they were going to a beach - It was always good to make precautions) and gently tossed it to her,  “[color=#8B6969]Someone needs to keep hydrated.[/color]” 

[color=708090]”One, that’s disgusting, don’t drink like that you look like a slob. Two, no we can’t go to an In N’ Out, I make too much money for that. Three, no more strawberries. Butler has some chocolates in my bag, just eat those. Four, Troy is not that attractive. Attractive? Yes. Attractive to the point of obsession? ...no. Just have sex with one of the football team players, they’re generally good for it.”[/color] Alyssa shook her head as she looked at her friend.

Audrey gave Eve a kiss on the cheek as a thank you for the towel, and as she wiped her chin and chest with the daintiness she had been lacking just moments before she half-listened to Alyssa chastise her about the way she’d drank the juice, the food she’d wanted to eat, how there would be no more strawberries for her and how Troy wasn’t that hot. Audrey completely ignored all of the previous comments before the Troy mention (except the chocolate comment, of course, because it was a given that Audrey would NOT be passing out on some cocoa goodness). [color=deeppink]“Lyssy, please. I’ve already been with Connor, and everyone knows he’s top quality and as high as you can get when it comes to the football boys.”[/color] she replied, taking a glance at the towel to see if any damage was done and grunting when she saw the unmistakeable stain of foundation on it. [color=deeppink]“Shit. I’ve wiped my make-up off of half my face! Now I need to retouch before we get there!”[/color] Now [i]that[/i] was a good question. How much longer did they have before they reached their destination? Audrey reached out to the driver’s seat and gently tapped Butler’s shoulder in search of an answer. [color=deeppink] “Hey, Butler. Sorry to bother you, but can you please tell us if we still have a long way to the party or not?’[/color]

[b]”We’re nearly there, madams.”[/b]

[color=708090]”Thank you, Butler.”[/color]

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