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| [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNtTEibFvlQ][color=orangered]Shots[/color][/url] | [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmsTwQb1csc][color=orangered]The Rockafeller Skank[/color][/url] | [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVl2oQ__GDE][color=orangered]Speakerbox [/color][/url] | [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZ9gzp1AL88][color=orangered]Hard In Da Paint[/color][/url] | 
[sup][color=lightgray][ Soundtrack ][/color][/sup][right][img]https://i.imgur.com/odP2drI.png?1[/img][/right][indent]| [b][color=black]P A R T Y  B E G I N S[/color][/b] | [color=silver]8 PM, doors open @ 7[/color] 


| [b][color=black]W H E R E[/color][/b] | [color=silver]El Jefe's Beach House. This is how the ELITE throws a banger.[/color] 


| [b][color=black]W H O ' S  I N V I T E D[/color][/b] | [color=silver]All the cool kids on the block, that ain't H.O.T. or part of the Candy Shop.
They want access? They can try to convince someone to be their plus one and maybe we'll let you in.
Doesn't feel great, does it? [/color] 


| [b][color=black]A T T I R E[/color][/b] | [color=silver]Whatever the fuck you want. This is a rager. You'll sweat. You'll get wet. You'll be high as a kite and blitzed out of your mind. You've been warned.[/color] 


| [b][color=black]F O O D[/color][/b] | [color=silver]We got booze. We got food. We got GLOW SHIT. Come one, come all to the most LEGENDARY party of the year.[/color] [/indent][/center]
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[indent]Damian should have been emotional, not Henry; but this situation? It just brought a tear to his eye. He couldn’t help it! A brand new Elite (and Henry himself, as a consultant) gathered to bring an end to his tyrannical sister, and her bitchy friends. They’d spent damn near the entire day getting the beachhouse, and now Henry (the consultant) had only one step left for preparations. He had nametags to hand out, and he’d made them shirts! What? He was very happy with the safety deposit.


Having gathered all of the Elite V 2.O (the O, Henry decided, stood for Outrageous): Damian, Owen, Soleil, Trevor, and Lawrence, into the kitchen, Henry prepared to give them the speech [i]of the fucking ages[/i]. This may have had the Elite’s name all over it, but this party was Henry’s expertise. After all, he was [i]the consultant[/i]. [color=b57f13][b]“Friends, Owen, girl I’ve met like twice before in my entire life, let me tell you a story. ‘Bout three weeks ago, Damian comes to me and he asks me to be a part of the Elite. He got it in his head that he was gonna turn the school around and become a true king — not a fake one like he’s been for the past year and a half. And yeah, dude, fake one. Ain’t no king I never heard of gone around doin’ jack shit while some crazy hoes go up and be crazy. Anyway, I look you dead in the eyes and what did I say?”[/b][/color] Henry leaned forward, pointing at Damian as if he were gonna let him speak, before he quickly began to continue. [color=b57f13][b]“I said I don’t wanna be a part of no boy band. So I’m not a member of the Elite. We reached an agreement. Cuz I stumped ol’ Damian over there, I confused him. He stopped, he stepped back, and he tried again. He said ‘...what if you’re just a consultant?’ because apparently he can’t throw a banger like your BOY can. I said ‘you can’t afford me.’ Dude said ‘name your price.’ So, I did. And by god did he deliver, it was the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”[/b][/color]


Henry paused for a moment, seemingly relishing in the limelight and the moment, Damian looked to either side of himself, at the others, shaking his head.


[color=b57f13][b]“I told you that if I helped a throw a party, then you have to go out of your way to make sure Hailey and the bitch brigade aren’t invited. And you did just [i]that[/i]. Let me tell you something, let me tell you right now that seeing my sister and her friends freak the FUCK OUT and act like their worlds were coming down around them… that was the sweetest thing I have ever seen in my life. It was [i]sugary[/i] sweet, it was like someone had taken my tongue and placed on my tongue a [i]sugar[/i] cube and I just closed my eyes and felt it melt. Sugary sweet. Just like that.”[/b][/color] Henry turned around and reached inside one of the many bags he’d brought, withdrawing a bottle. He sat it down on the table in front of the Elite, and grabbed shot glasses. [color=b57f13][b]“Today, lads... This is a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Revelation. Two hundred thousand dollars, I stole it from my mom for you. Today, we toast.”[/b][/color] He poured them all a drink and slid one in front of each of them. [color=b57f13][b]“Today, we toast to a party… to a celebration of the new year. To a celebration of a year where,”[/b][/color] at this point, Henry raised his glass, [color=b57f13][b]“the Elite, and the consultant, show the entire world that anyone can stand up the H.O.T. girls, to the Candies, to anyone and say that, quite simply… ya all can’t fuck with us.”[/b][/color] With that, Henry tipped his glass back.


Smacking his lips after drinking his glass, Damian stared at his friend — the consultant — and waited for the smooth burn to subside. That was… good alcohol, for damn sure. Finally, he let out a breath, and spoke, [color=309b75][b]“You’re a weird guy, Henry. A weird motherfucker.”[/b][/color]


[color=b57f13][b]“HEY, motherfucker. I ain’t WEIRD. I’m fucking rich as fuck. That makes me [i]eccentric[/i].”[/b][/color]


Soleil Jameson had been a quiet spectator of the events, the corners of her mouth turned up into an amused smirk. A mere week before, she had just made her high school dreams come true by being inducted into the Elite. Not just that, but she’d made clique history by being the first female in the all-boy group. It was a hell of a feeling, and the raven-haired teen would be lying if she said there wasn't a new spring in her step whenever she walked through the halls alongside the boys. 


It was party day, and the young woman had been busy all day with preparations. Sol had been in charge of snack duty and making her famous ‘Shady Sun Punch’, and she had done just that. After all the work was finished, El Jefe had called the crew over for a short meeting. However, it was Henry who spoke, giving the group a speech Sol was sure he felt very proud of. She’d shot discreet questioning glances at Owen during most of it, but for the most part she'd kept a straight face. She drank when the others did, but she’d been silent for far too long.


[color=firebrick][b]“Eccentric… That's a nice way to put it.”[/b][/color] Shady mused at Henry’s comment, giving him a joking once over before turning to the others. [color=firebrick][b]“I’ve gotta admit, it feels fucking good to hang around with you guys. Been a hell of a week. I'm pretty sure being the only one that doesn't want Damian’s dick helped a lot with my being here, though.”[/b][/color] she said jokingly, shooting the bearded boy a playful wink. 


It was true, though. From the moment she'd stepped into Beverly Hills High, it was obvious that Damian O’Connor was the object of desire of everyone and their mother. He is attractive and talented, yes. And yet… Shady never took the bait. She'd always treated him as the rest of the boys: nothing more, nothing less. To her, he was just another one in the crowd. She was almost certain that this was a key factor in her current Elite member status.


[color=firebrick][b]“Hey, Henry, can I have a refill?”[/b][/color] she asked The Consultant, waving the empty shot glass at the baby-faced boy. [color=firebrick][b]“This shit is good.”[/b][/color]


Lawrence Townsend, football extrordinaire of BHHS, was once again chillin with his boys (and girl): Damian, Owen, Soleil, and Trevor. At this given moment, Lawrence was sitting in a seat, snacking on a small bag of chips. Big dog always needed to eat, such was the life of Lawrence. Compared to Soleil over there, he didn’t do much. There was too much at stake with him moving around so much. 


Listening to his boy talk his talk, he was agreeing with pretty much everything he said. It was practically gospel, as a matter of fact. But, that drink that Damian was in possession of… Lawrence had his eye on it, for sure. It was fucking lit. His boy knew what exactly what Lawrence wanted, and he was very grateful for the fact that they seemed to be on the same page a lot of the time. 


Taking the drink and sipping from it, he relished in the burn and sighed. [color=82ca9d][b]”Fuck man. This shit is smacks.”[/b][/color] It wasn’t the smoothest of drinks, but whatever, it gave him a buzz. That was all he needed in his alcohol. [color=82ca9d][b]“I need to get myself a bottle of this one of these days…”[/b][/color]


[color=firebrick][b]“Just pull a me and mooch off of Henry’s bottle. I'm not about to spend my own money when someone else can do it for me.”[/b][/color]


Not really a drinker of heavy liquor, Trevor was the last to take his shot among the group of friends. After doing so, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and politely avoided making a face. Yeah, he didn’t really like it all that much. Whether or not the bottle was worth the cost of a ranch house in the country, it didn’t taste that great? Perhaps he just did not have a tongue for gin. He was a simple man, who took pleasure in simple things — a shot of irish whiskey, some ice cold brews from a cooler, or draft, if he was feeling fancy — he didn’t need much.


[color=c66600][b]“So, uh, are we ready for people to start showing up?”[/b][/color] Trevor asked, flipping his now-empty glass upside down, and setting it on the table. He turned his hungry eyes to Lawrence’s bag of chips. Trevor was a big lad, and a boy’s gotta eat. Not only that, but his dad was providing the grub for this fiesta, and Remy’s cooking was good enough to bring tears to your eye, no joke. [color=c66600][b]“Is the food here?”[/b][/color]


Henry looked at his watch, then up at Trevor. [color=b57f13][b]“Yeah, it should be here in like two minutes. Ari’s bringin’ it, don’t trip. She just had to babysit the boys for me.”[/b][/color] Henry refilled the glasses as requested, and then just sat the bottle down on the table, gesturing for them to have the time of their lives. [color=b57f13][b]“I’ll be right back.”[/b][/color] With that, the Consultant walked away.


Soleil took her refilled shot glass and immediately drank the liquor as she tilted her head back. The burning sensation in the back of her throat was more than welcome. If things happened to go the way she thought they could, she would need a few more of those to get through the night.


Taking advantage of Henry’s absence, she took an additional two shots. She knew her bros wouldn't judge her.


In a flash, The Consultant was back; this time, he was armed with a cardboard box, which he dumped out in front of them, revealing a bunch of black t-shirts that said ‘Elite’ on the back. [color=b57f13][b]“These are for y’all. So you enjoy these shirts, cost me like forty bucks. Of my own money. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah.”[/b][/color] Henry took a step back, stepping up onto the coffee table and pointing at the group. [color=b57f13][b]“Now, I’m not Lawrence’s sister. What that means is I’m not going to suck your dicks. But I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do! Go on! Ask me! Ask what I’m gonna do!”[/b][/color] Henry paused and waited a few seconds, before Damian cautiously raised a hand.


[color=309b75][b]“What are you gonna do?”[/b][/color]


[color=b57f13][b]“I’m gonna make everyone else suck your dicks. Now you put those shirts on. She gonna be here any minute with the munchies. Ari’s not suckin’ any dicks so don’t get no ideas you fuckers. OR EATING PUSSY. DO NOT SEXUALIZE MY — er, I mean THE — ARI.”[/b][/color] Henry pumped his fist in the air to signify the end of his speech.


[color=firebrick][b]“What if there are no dicks to suck?”[/b][/color] Shady called out, pointing at the smooth surface in the front of her shorts. [color=firebrick][b]“What happens then?”[/b][/color]


[color=b57f13][b]“What you mean, dude? Don’t you know? You an Elite now, bruh, that comes with an honorary dick.”[/b][/color]


Soleil grinned. [color=firebrick][b]“Good to know. I'll have fun trying to explain that to-”[/b][/color] she trailed off, suddenly realizing what she had been about to say. [color=firebrick][b]“Everyone else.”[/b][/color]


Ariana, the best girl that she was, had finally picked up the food for Henry’s shindig. The dearest boy had let her have the keys to the Maserati, which came in quite handy for picking up the food. Benedict and Arnold were back at Ari’s place hanging out in the little fort that she had built for them in her room. The order was quite massive, actually. Thank goodness she was driving, she really didn’t feel like taking her little red wagon and wheeling it up all the way to where Henry asked her to drop it off.


Backing the car into the garage, she was hoping that someone would come and help her out and help her set up this stuff. For the love of god, all this food was too much for the tiny Korean girl to carry. Once the backup camera was screaming at her to stop, she put the car in P and turned off the engine. Pressing a button, the trunk popped open, and then she laid on the horn. Multiple times, as a matter of fact, to get someone to come help. 


[color=b57f13][b]“WE’RE COMING, FUCK. That’d be the food, yo. Go get it. I’m gonna get high again, since Ari just blew my shit with that honking crap…”[/b][/color]


Trevor, ever the gentleman, was the first among the crew to get up when the honking started. Not before pulling on his new shirt, it was too dope not to wear it immediately. [color=c66600][b]“I got it.”[/b][/color]
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[color=slategray]Our story begins twenty-seven minutes after the food is retrieved from the Maserati, and laid out for the partygoers, at 7:00 PM sharp. The flyers, text messages, instagram posts, and snapchat stories all said ‘8:00,’ but Henry knows damn well they’re showing up before then. He’s already behind the bar, preparing a few different drinks so that he wasn’t [i]that behind[/i] when the going got tough.


Let the games begin.[/color][/indent]