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Location: Q’s front yard > the bar
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Munch munch.

A Double had been parked in front of Quincy’s house for a little while now, but he wasn’t in a rush. He was patient; it was just a party. Honestly, A Double wasn’t even a big fan of parties. See, the issue with parties was related to the clientele. Parties attracted hoes. Hoes attracted problems. A Double didn’t need no problems, all he wanted was good vibes all the time.

Munch munch.

If he wasn’t so busy thinking, he might have texted her, but A Double was considering something very near and dear to his heart: his dream of owning an ice cream truck. It had blown his little mind the first time he’d seen an ice cream truck, and he’d always wanted one since then. A truck that’s filled with nothing but ice cream?! Sign him the fuck up. “... I got it. I know what I’m gonna call it!” A Double scrambled for his phone, plugged into his cars speakers, and pulled up his messaging app, quickly tapping out a text to Quincy:

the dreamery creamery. that’s what i’ll call the truck.
also i’m in front of ur house if u wanna leave.


Quincy normally didn’t do parties in the Hills. Most of them were thrown by Hailey and her army of skanks, and so even if she’d wanted to attend, she wasn’t on the list. That said, tonight’s was different. Tonight’s party was a revolution.

The very public snub of HOT and their Candyland lackeys meant this was a party Quincy could get behind. She didn’t care for drunk, sweaty teens, but she could get behind a little bit of vengeance.

Quincy looked over herself in the mirror, making sure she looked somewhat presentable. Since when do you care about being presentable? she thought to herself. Her hair was it’s usual frizzy self, stuck under a maroon beanie. She was wearing black skinny jeans, and a loose hanging, royal blue tank top. Anyone with eyes could’ve told you she was dressing for a boy. Well, anyone with eyes, that wasn’t her or said boy.

Speaking of, her phone buzzed just as she began to wonder where A Double was, a text from the one and only Burner King, letting her know he was out front. That, and plans for his ice cream truck. She couldn’t help but smirk as she texted back.

coming, she texted, looking out her window to where A Double was parked. She took the stairs two at a time and ran out the front door. Her mom didn’t care where she was, and Quincy had stopped bothering to tell her.

“Hey!” she said, smiling coyly as she got into the passenger seat of his car. “The Dreamery Creamery huh? Sounds good to me, so long as I get to come along,”

There she was! Quincy was one of A Double’s best friends, and as she slide into the passenger seat beside him, he looked up and smiled; well, beamed, really. A Double never really just smiled, he was too happy for that. His only way to express his joy was a massive, toothy grin, and he was almost always in a joyous mood. Life was good for him. He had friends, weed, a dog. It couldn’t get much better, if AT ALL better.

“Oh, totally. I don’t know who else I could be inside of a chilly truck with for long periods of time. But you can’t eat all my ice cream,” A Double warned darkly, before putting the car into drive and pulling out onto the road. “So, I dunno what your plan is, but I’m gonna really high and build a big ass, mothefucking sand castle. I brought stuff.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, to a backseat that was filled with buckets and shovels of all varying sizes.

“I don’t really party, y’know? But Henry REALLY wanted me to bring a bunch of weed, so… I got a bunch of weed. I hope there’s snacks…” Suddenly feeling a hunger pang, he stuck his hand in jacket pocket withdrew a handful of peanuts, stuffing them into his mouth.

Quincy couldn’t help but laugh at the assortment of beach tools in the back seat. It was just so A Double, in every way. She wasn’t sure how much more on brand he could get. She’d have been lying if she said she didn’t think it was kind of adorable.

“I’m thinking I’ll get properly trashed, mainly because I haven’t been drunk in sooooo long, and it’s the only proper way to ring in the new year,” she said, smiling over at A Double as she reached into his pocket and grabbed her own handful of peanuts.

Her and A Double had an interesting relationship, at least to everyone on the outside. Jordan had brought it up to her once but she’d shrugged it off. They were just friends, it’s not like Quincy wanted to make out with him or anything. Sure, he had this dorky appeal to him, but Q had sworn off boys, they were just too much trouble. They were great for a quick lay, but after that, no thanks.

“That sounds good, just don’t pass out, cuz I’ll probably wanna leave early and I don’t wanna carry you to the car… But I’ll totally hold your hair out of your eyes as you puke! It’s the least I could do, after all you always come in clutch with the Doritos and the Cheetos, and the quarters so I can keep playing games… You’re just the best, Q. So, it’s the least I could do.” As he spoke, AA’s eyes looked out the window and he saw the golden arches representing McDonald’s. He stared longingly for a few fleeting seconds, and realize just how much he wanted some fries…

“You think they’ll have fries?” He asked, stuffing more delicious salted nuts into his mouth.

Quincy shook her head and chuckled. “God, I’m not a lightweight A Dub!” she shouted, playfully punching his shoulder and letting out a laugh, blushing slightly as he piled compliments on her. “Also, I think fries are off the table. I bet they’ll have Doritos though. And hopefully pizza. Fuck, I love pizza,” she said, looking out the window as the Hills passed by.

“I was kinda shocked Damian and his boys, well boys and girl, had the balls to shut out HOT like that. Kinda cool, y’know? Like, Robin Hood and all his Merry Men going up against, well I don’t know, whoever they go up against, but like that.” Quincy said, the romantic in her taking over. A Double didn’t care really about all the drama that went down with the different cliques, most of the burners didn’t, but Q still had a bit of Jennifer in her, and Jennifer cared. A Double had always at least humored her, and let her talk about it. It was cathartic in a way, going over the events of the lives of people who barely spoke to her now.

“King George, man, that’s who Robin hood went against.” A Double explained, as he turned off into the driveway that led to Damian’s beach house. With lights flashing in the distance, and music almost already flooding into his car, A Double was confident: this was the place. He pulled his car to a stop nearby and put it into park before turning it off. He twisted in his seat and reached behind it, withdrawing a large paper bag, which he thrust at Q. “This is for Henry. You’re going inside, right? I already gave him some weed, but this is extra — don’t try and sell it. I got the real good stuff for you and me in the backpack. You go inside and have a good time. I’m gonna go play in the sand.”

Quincy took the bag and grinned. “Quincy Hart, friendly neighborhood drug mule, at your service!” she said, hopping out of the car and waving to A Double as she backed towards the beach house. “I’ll find you later!” she shouted, before turning around and strutting up to the front door. She gave a nod to Owen and Sol, and walked past, over to the bar where Henry was making drinks. She slapped the bag down on the bar, and took a seat.

Henry was tight with A Double, so Q had met him a few times. He was cool enough, kind of a weirdo, but who wasn’t? His sister was a bitch, but he was fine. She didn’t think she’d ever be his best friend, but she didn’t mind him too much. “ A Dub wanted me to give you this. He said it was extra. Now, get me drunk Henry, I’m ringing in the new year the right way!”

From behind the counter, Henry accepted the paperbag and slid it underneath the bar, before glancing at the girl in front of him. “Alright, girl. I’mma get you fucked up, but you gotta follow my ground rules.” As he spoke, Henry set about mixing the drink. A little of this, a lot of that, some of that… in the end he had his masterpiece: an AMF. “Sip this shit slowly because I ain’t gonna peel your drunk ass off the floor. Have a good night Quincy Q. You let A Dubs know I said thanks for the weed.” Henry saluted her and then he was off to serve another customer. Busy night, man!
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The air was a bitter, biting chill; the kind of chill that sent daggers down the spine and came with the near constant feeling of dread and unease. It was like walking down an empty street in the dead of night and every little gust of wind carries with it the sound of potential predators ready to strike from the shadows. Darkness lined the way forward, broken only by the piercing illumination of dimly lit lanterns hung about the walls. The atmosphere felt oppressive, like the route ahead invited only bad news. Nothing about this felt good and nothing about it felt welcoming. The only warmth found was from within, and even that was being drained away by the cold, damp, oppressive masonry. Touching the walls brought a moisture that was far from pleasant, but with the rather poor conditions and lack of natural lighting it was the best way to forge a path. Careful fingers followed the stone, leading the unsure scamper of footsteps with it.

Through the darkness the hand continued, until the wall suddenly curved, and with a single step forward light burst forth. This was no regular light, but flickering white-hot flames accompanied with a blinding flash. The room was like an arena, corpses lined the ground mixed with bones that were practically gone to dust. The foul substance on the walls was not moisture but fresh blood, as shown in the way the crimson splashes decorated the stone like an oil painting. And in the center of the room was the source of it, the darkness, the corpses, the blood, and the lingering sense of dread. A large, scaled, coiled tail the size of a manor-house began to uncoil, and revealing the figure of a nude woman, alluring to the right sorts, though ornamental jewels and braids of hair covered anything overly revealing. The woman had the porcelain, perfect skin of a goddess but the visage crumbled away to the truth underneath. Cracked, grotesque skin, sharp, snarling teeth, blood-red hair that seemed to glow as if aflame, and six arms each equipped with curved blades glowing white hot with rage and fire. Many had been seduced by the womanly figure only to realize too late what awaited them, and it was their blood that now lined these halls.

The titanic serpent woman bellowed, and in response a flaxen-haired, emerald-eyed armor-clad warrior unsheathed her sword, flanked as she was with an army of nineteen who had conquered their deepest fears to get this far. The flaxen-warrior responded with a warcry of her own, and charged ahead, meeting the swipe of a curved blade from the serpent with a swing of a heavy sword and a clang of a shield. Explosions rocked the air above the warrior, and the air grow colder from the chunks of ice being rained down. Another bestial roar from the smaller, shield-bearing warrior and the serpent woman responded in kind, bringing down all six blades in a heavy downward thrust. The warrior was knocked over, despite meeting the blades with her own. Seeing the warrior off her guard, the snake continued her assault, slashing at the warrior until she stopped moving. Another corpse to the pile. More blood to decorate the walls. And it wasn't long before the nineteen others found this pit to be their tomb. With the warriors dying breath, she was only able to say one final statement:

'WHAT THE FUCK WHERE WERE THE FUCKING HEALS?????'




That's a whole lot of new money. Snatch it then hide it from the 12. From sixteen years old, I'm whippin in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies.


Hana Park slammed her headset onto her desk and slid her chair away from the monitor. On the best of days she didn't like getting angry, it was better to save the aggression for things that mattered, but with softball being on the offseason there were few outlets remaining to her. It wasn't just anger, but general frustration at the level of incompetence they allowed in this guild. This raid wasn't difficult, Hana was there when it was a world first clear, she, that is her character, got to be posted on the forums of the game. It was a cool concept for a dungeon, too, based on the seven deadly sins and all leading up to the lustful malarith demon whose six swords were infused with the previous six bosses - who each had their own sin themes - but it was hard to enjoy it when she was surrounded by noobs. Part of being in a known raiding guild and being one of the officers and raid leaders meant having to babysit hopeful members through trial runs. After all, if someone wanted to raid with the best, they had to show they could handle the pressure. And as she looked at the meters, she saw a fair few names that would not make the cut. Any idiot playing a healer knows that when the tank pulls aggro as the malarith does its Six Blade Staccato attack that you put down a restoration circle so after soaking the damage the tank can be brought back to full for the next cycle. Child's play.

After saying her piece to the absolute abysmal auditions, she logged off and powered down her computer. It was New Years Eve and she wasn't about to spend it alone playing computer games. Not when she had appointments to keep. The young woman stretched her arms and made her way to the dreadfully small closet. One downside of living with her sister compared to with her parents was the smaller closet space. She didn't have a walk-in at home, but at least she could feel good about it. Here, in a modest apartment, it was like the closet at a Motel Six, just without the hooker stains bringing down the resale value. Living with Abby was good for Hana. It allowed her to feel more independent than if she lived under the ever watchful parental eye; not to mention that Abby was a bit more understanding of a guardian. Abby was a teenager once, and though Abby never got invited to parties she was aware that they happened. Even Abby's position with the Beverly Hills Police Department didn't come with a convenient memory wipe about teens and their behaviors. While Hana's father might refuse to let her attend what was sure to be the biggest party of the year, Abby was more willing provided that Hana 'be home before one'.

It was unlikely that would happen, but Hana liked to tell Abby otherwise. To facilitate trust and all that.

Parties were not exactly Hana's favorite thing in the world. There was something inherently off putting about people acting stupid and making asses of themselves while also presenting like a mandrill. It was, frankly, embarrassing and shameless. However, parties were also the greatest source of income. Sure, she earned money almost daily, but there was nothing quite like a party to bring out the big spenders. Students wanting to do a line in the bathroom or take a little happy pill or whatever their poison was. No doubt they learned it from their parents, the corporate lawyers and CPAs of the world. Hana was of course happy to provide these for them, and the beauty of drunken idiot teens was that they weren't aware of the money they were spending to get their fix. It wasn't their money anyway, why would they care. Tonight was no exception, of course, only it was a bit of a special circumstance. While no one at school 'knew the identity of the best dealer' everyone also knew that Hana had the hookup and that secrecy was vital to the business. So when Henry fucking Green approached her a few days ago with the idea of Hana having an open door policy at the New Year's Party (to which she was, of course, invited) she was certainly intrigued. Henry put forth the notion similar to buying the party a round. Ten thousand dollars and an agreement not to dabble in dealing weed at the party and Hana had agreed. Paid up front so any party goer who wanted something harder than Green's green just had to seek her out.

Ten thousand dollars does a lot for one's disposition. Ten thousand dollars ensured that Hana would suffer the assclownery. Did that make her a prostitute? A drugstitute? It didn't matter. She was lining her pockets on the idiocy and that afforded her a certain bit of superiority. If she was a prostitute, she was one with class.

Of course, the problem now was stocking up for the party, which was starting rather soon. And that meant she had to make a stop on the way, one she was not at all looking forward to. A lamb walking into a den of wolves. Or, more accurately, a young woman walking into a home of lecherous perverts.

Sometimes she really hated her family.




For all her success, Maya Lin's house wasn't all that fancy. It was probably because the rapper-slash-activist-slash-coolest person in the world once went on record as saying anyone who flaunted their wealth with a 'bigass fuckin' house' might as well walk around with a shirt that says 'I have insecurities and premature ejaculation issues and fill the void in my life with money'. That particular interview went trending on Twitter and featured no less than five hundred basics on Twitter posting about 'how my qween slays yassssss so true'. When a community accepts you as an icon, though, every word was basically a gospel and that held true for Maya Lin, who got famous for her music but notorious for her televised rants about 'bougie inbred fuckbois'. Kenzie Lin never aspired to be like them, but when she was given platform after platform she found herself using it for more than repeating her rhymes. People called Kenzie 'Maya' Lin many things once she blew up, but no one could really call her a hypocrite because her house was nothing that any middle class family couldn't afford.

It was a nice two story place with a mailbox out front and a front porch with a welcome mat. It wasn't surrounded by celebrity homes so the paparazzi didn't camp outside of it hoping to catch a glimpse of its owner doing things any normal human does and in its garage wasn't a fancy sports car or limited edition import, but a simple four door sedan with good mileage. Of course the interior had its dip into the lavish with art hanging on walls, an entire glass cabinet dedicated to housing won awards, flatscreens mounted in the main rooms, a master bedroom with a walk-in, and a kitchen with marble counters, but Maya worked her ass off to make something when everyone thought she'd be nothing - even some of her classmates who now had their faces on every fucking park bench or headline - and she was allowed to have her little luxuries.

The house was spotless without the use of a help staff, which was a point of pride as far as Kenzie was concerned. Of course, it was easy for a house to remain clean when no one lived in it.




All I eat is bread and cheese. I wanna talk about it but I don't know what I mean.


Behind the Lin house was a backyard and were it not for one very specific thing it would be a completely unremarkable backyard. There was a fence, a rather sizable tree that once housed a swing, and a patio table for lounging on a sunny afternoon. There also just so happened to be a powder blue tent set up in the dead center of it, with a garbage bag just off to the right of its entrance flaps. The garbage bag in question was close to full up with items that were more likely suited for a recycling bin than a trash bag, but who had time to differentiate these days? And of course, inside the tent was a sleeping bag and pillow which lay atop an air mattress of discarded Welch's and Hi-C grape juice boxes, the kind little schoolchildren have with the bendy straws. This peculiar tent had one occupant who was no doubt as peculiar as the tent itself.

"GET IN THE STUPID BALL! STOP BREAKING OUT!" A high pitched shriek from inside the tent as its sole occupant was occupied with a handheld device currently playing a game that appeared to be about making animals and monster things fight one another. Parker Ashford was busying her time in her home, currently shouting in anger as the big stupid monster thing kept breaking out of her red and white colored ball. She'd been at it for about an hour now, and the supply of balls was dwindling. While one hand was busy pressing the 'throw ball at thing' button, the other was squeezing the last drops out of a juice box. Parker's skills at drinking the juice was such that the box was collapsing in on itself at the sides - she was mostly sucking up air at this point but she was nothing if not determined to get every last drop.

The box was discarded among its brethren as Parker began to kick her feet against her sleeping bag as the monster thing again broke free of its would-be home. "STOP CHEATING! STUPID GAME!" Annoyed, Parker tossed the device against the wall of her tent. The screen went black as it tumbled to the ground and Parker sat upright suddenly. Strands of her blonde hair flopped in front of her eyes and she proceeded to occupy the next five minutes of her time by blowing at her hair and trying to see if she could blow some of her bangs behind her ears. The results were inconclusive, but the activity had brightened her mood from the cheating game anyway.

Parker, satisfied with her round of 'Hair Blower' reached into the little red cooler that took up a bit too much space - before it was moved to its current location directly to the right of Parker's sleeping bag, it was at the foot of the bag but Parker moved it not because she kept accidentally kicking it at night - but because she WASN'T accidentally kicking it. When she was trying to sleep she didn't need a stupid cooler reminding her of her height. It wasn't exactly a touchy subject, but she liked to be the one in control of how her height made her feel, not some inanimate object made for storing grape juice. As Parker reached into the cooler, her fingers didn't feel the familiar box of juice but the cold material at the bottom of the cooler and the bag of Lucky Charms marshmallows that Henry gave her for the holidays. She had eaten nothing but those since she got them and the bag was, at this point, about half full. But the fact that she only felt that meant one thing. The end was finally here. It was all over. She had had a good run but it was time to face the facts.

Parker was out of grape juice.

The reality of the situation was almost enough to make her cry, but she couldn't cry here. The tent was a no-cry zone. It was one of the only rules of the tent, the other being that any visitors had to bring something. Ideally a six pack of grape juice boxes. It was any wonder why she got zero visitors. No one really asked where she lived, not even her boss at the Diner who was just glad on the days when Parker didn't drop soda on the floor, or people at school. Her address was on the school record but when filling out the form Parker wrote her '7' like a '1' and her '3' like an '8' so any important notices from school had been going to the wrong home since her Freshman year. Some poor family was well aware of Parker Ashford's disruptions and her report card without even knowing who the hell Parker Ashford was. Not that it would matter even if the address had been written correctly. The mailman didn't come to Parker's house. Sure, he came to Kenzie Lin's house, when she wasn't having her mail held at the post office, but Parker didn't live in Kenzie Lin's house. She lived in Parker Ashford's Tent In The Backyard Of Kenzie Lin's House, and that was a subtle, but important distinction.

Inside of Parker Ashford's Tent was a problem, namely the distinct lack of grape juice. There were two options before Parker. The first was to go to the store and buy some, but the last time she went to the store she got lost on the way back home and wound up drinking all of the juice boxes she bought and it was a big waste of time. The second was to go to the Sunshine Diner and have one of her coworkers give her some. They did it for free even! The store was closer, but the Diner was free...and with the sun starting to go down a decision had to be made.

As if the universe itself was moved by this struggle, Parker flopped back down onto her sleeping bag, and from underneath the pillow slid out a glossy piece of paper. The paper caught the corner of Parker's eye and she rolled onto her side in order to read it. And the universe continued to bless its chosen child as in the moment Parker started to read the paper, the neighborhood streetlights flicked on - just as an idea popped into Parker's head.

"HENRY!" Parker practically jumped out of her tent. She had completely forgotten that he had mentioned something about a beach thing party whatever! The beach wasn't that far away and the little invite card said there would be 'drinks'! And Henry wouldn't tell her about it if she couldn't come! It was perfect! Parker opened the flap of her tent and crawled out onto the lawn. Her knees had grass stains on them but she didn't care. Her current attire, an Easter yellow t-shirt and denim shorts with sneakers and light pink ankle socks would suffice, dirt and grass stains on her knees and all. Parker set off at a run, leaving her tent behind and opening the back patio door of Kenzie's house. She ran through the kitchen and made her way towards the front door. As she passed through the living room, she passed by and stopped in front of a framed photo of Kenzie accepting her first music award. "BYE, MOM! TALK TO YOU LATER! DON'T WAIT UP!" Parker spoke to the photo, waved to it, and continued on her way, leaving out of the front door, making sure to lock it behind her. And still Kenzie Lin's house was spotless as ever.

Maybe one day she'd come back to it.





What sort of bakery put out a fresh batch of bread so close to closing? Sure, the scent of freshly baked bread was often enticing enough to draw in customers with a full wallet and an empty stomach but how many were walking along this particular sidewalk so late in the day? In less than half an hour the place would be closed and wouldn't reopen for a week in accordance with holiday hours. Why, then, would they put out a fresh batch of bread if they weren't going to sell it? This particular bakery was a hidden gem of a place. Their croissants were better than ones in Paris - or at least that's what the advertisement board out front proclaimed; they certainly were good, that much was true, but it was their pastries that stole the show. There was something in the cream.

The decor was quite lovely as well. It had an urban sort of chic with brick walls and plants in the corners positioned in such a way as to make it seem like some of the greenery was growing through the cracks in the brick, much like the rare but beautiful image of a plant growing up through the sidewalk. The tables were ergonomic, or as ergonomic as could be when each one had the same circular shape with the same frilly tablecloth. The counter had a display case where they stored the freshly baked goods so customers always got the best bang for their buck - and one look at the pastries was often enough to make one’s sweet tooth quiver with anticipation and desire.

The quality of the pastries as well as the pleasant decor made this place particularly good for doing dirty deeds - it was hard to really feel bad when eating a decadent bite of a chocolate cupcake topped with a fresh slice of strawberry. That one was a personal favorite, and if it were an option just a plate of those strawberry slices would be ordered each and every time. Passing by the shop on a normal day was dangerous. It was next to impossible not to catch a glimpse of a pastry and stop in for an appetite-ruining devilish bite. Distractions, thy name were pastry. Or, in this specific case, a fresh loaf put on display twenty minutes before closing was distracting. Normally composure was essential and attention was like a laser, especially when it came to enjoying a chocolate cupcake with extra cream and a strawberry slice. Nothing had distracted from this treat before.

Not even the smiling, fidgeting girl across the table could distract from the delicious cupcake.

But the bread could.




Don't you know people write songs about girls like you? How would you feel if nobody chased you? What if it happened tonight?


This particular kind of scene wasn't all that new for Shauna Flynn nor the staff of the little bakery sandwiched inbetween an overpriced mini-mart and an overly-greasy burrito place. She'd been here many times over the past few years, to the point where the staff had started referring to her by name - and that same staff knew that if she ever showed up with a girl and ordered "two chocolate cupcakes, a bit of extra cream and a strawber'y on top, luvs" that it wasn't a cause for celebration. The menu, written on a blackboard in chalk, had an addition to it. That particular type of order, the double chocolate cupcakes with the strawberry, was known internally and in small chalk script as 'The Heartbreak Special'.

Shauna thought it was flattering.

The latest victim of the Special was seated opposite Shauna, though as of yet they remained oblivious as to why the staff had taken it upon themselves to have such an item. The girl was short, no taller than five-three, with curly brown hair and rather expressive cocoa brown eyes. She was not someone that would be setting records in gym class, but it was carried well and Shauna did rather like the way her thighs looked when laid bare. Certainly the girl felt something towards Shauna since she didn't even hesitate to agree to what she assumed was a follow-up date. The good thing about younger students, this curly-haired one being a sophomore - was that most of them hadn't yet heard the stories about Shauna. The true ones or the untrue ones. Particularly the factual statement that "Shauna Flynn doesn't do second dates."

"You've not much touched your cupcake." Shauna broke the silence first, after realizing that her focus on the fresh batch of bread wasn't enough for the sophomore across from her to get the message. After all this time still Shauna didn't like taking the initiative. Handling matters like this like a band-aid was preferable, but tearing off a band-aid still sucked no matter how it was done.

"Oh! I don't really like chocolate." Came the response, a bit of a squeak of excitement followed by the blush of realization. Shauna didn't acknowledge the response right away, taking the silence to spear a piece of cupcake.

"Is that right?" Shauna's response could not have sounded more removed from the situation. Her attention was split between the cupcake and the confusion about a loaf of bread. She couldn't care less about the increasingly awkward conversation which was start to resemble a slow moving traffic collision. "Did you want something else?"

"Oh, no, no it's fine. I'm just...I'm happy to be here. Like...like on a date." Shauna would've thought it was cute if it wasn't for the unfortunate implications. She could understand how someone might think this was some kind of date, given the time of day, the location, and the fact that about twelve hours prior to this Shauna and this sophomore had explored each other in an intimate, if passion-less, manner. Passionless from one of them, at any rate.

"You should really eat some of your cupcake. It's spectacular." Of course the reasoning for it had more to do with Shauna believing that a breakup, of sorts, was easier to swallow if it came on the back of something delectable. Who didn't enjoy a cupcake or any sort of pastry? Dessert made things better, from bad meals at restaurants to messy 'break ups' with girls that assume an hour of sex translated to a relationship. Shauna watched with a mild interest as Curly obliged and took a bite of the cupcake, catching the crumbs with her palm.

"This is really good." Curly said, unaware of the cream that lingered on her upper lip. It seemed to lighten the atmosphere, which was fine - though it surely wouldn't last. "Do you think we should bring some to the party?"

Shauna tried not to focus on the dollop of cream, which as it turned out was fairly easy given the somewhat ludicrous statement from Curly. Of course, Shauna knew about the party, she was privy to such information - one of the members of the Elite surely had nothing but nice things to say about Shauna and was probably reason enough why Shauna got on the lists; so the issue wasn't about the party but rather...

"What do you mean we?" Shauna put her little fork down and sat upright. This was where it was going to happen, and she could tell from the way Curly's hopeful smile cracked into a stunned, shocked sort of quiver. The band-aid was starting to be removed and the skin was agitated.

"The party? That the...that the Elite are throwing?"

"I'm aware of that much. My question was more to do with why you assumed we would be going together." Shauna tried to make her words sound less harsh, but the disinterested and matter-of-fact way she said it made that difficult, even with the lilting tones of her accent.

"You said I'd be your plus-one." Curly looked as if she was about to cry. That crestfallen look was one Shauna was used to, and it had little sway on her anymore. Like a band-aid. Eventually you just get used to the sting.

"I also said I'd only been with one woman before but obviously that wasn't true. People say many things when the goal is sex."

The adhesive was pulled off the skin now; Curly had tears and was shaking her head, as if trying to convince herself that this wasn't happening. Shauna offered little in the way of apology, short of shrugging her shoulder. "You're cute and all, but I'm not really looking for anything other than what we had." At this point, Curly got out of her chair and made for the door, with Shauna looking on with only a small, apologetic grin on her lips. "You forgot your cupcake!" By the time Shauna called out, Curly had left the bakery.

With the staff looking on, and Shauna giving them a simple shrug, she returned to her dessert, spearing the strawberry, cream, and cake with the fork. The bite was divine. Shauna's eyes closed as she savored the trio of flavors. Worth it all. The monetary price and the moral one. Curly was fun, but Shauna couldn't show up to the party with someone on her arm; what a faux pas that would be, especially with the number of sure to be single and overwhelmed party guests that were sure to be looking to make the first big mistake of their high school lives.

Shauna stayed to finish her cupcake, though she was still wondering about the loaf of bread. It just didn't make any sense. Perhaps she would ask the staff before she left. There was a little bit of time before the party, no one really showed up right when the doors opened unless it was their first rodeo. Her confusion would continue as she enjoyed her latest Heartbreak Special. It was a shame that Curly left hers unfinished, those cost five dollars each and it was such a sham seeing perfection going to waste. Still, she wouldn’t let it distract from her own enjoyment. Nothing could take this enjoyment away from her, at least that was the idea. As Shauna took the final bite from her little pastry fork, savoring the winning combination, her joy was cut short as a sudden, jarring THUD hit the window, causing all inside to jump in their seats and for Shauna to nearly choke as her fork clattered down to the floor.

It was as if a bird had flown into the window, drawn by the scent of fresh bread. But it wasn’t a bird that had left a mark on the window. A bird would’ve had an excuse. Shauna could only stare, blankly, at what had happened, but there would be a silver lining to this sudden intrusion.

Her curiosity about bread was about to be answered.





The phone chirped through the noise, its simple tone drowned amongst the noise pollution just outside the windows.. Louder still than the alert tone of a droning guitar was the barking of a dog next door which had been quiet up until the past hour. The barking was a welcome change from the typical noise of a few houses down with its muffled rap music at all hours of the day. If it could be heard a few houses down, imagine what it was like on the inside. How anyone could think let alone carry on a conversation with that much noise was anyone's guess, but the point of fact is when the phone rang with the intent of alerting its owner, it was done so in vain. The cacophony was nothing new, if it wasn't the rap music or the dog it was lawn mowers or cars backfiring as they left the cul-de-sac. Suburbia was so picturesque in the brochures, but in this corner of the world 'suburbs' was just another way to say 'low income dumping grounds'.

The hot water was growing less and less hot, so the shower was turned off. Steam covered the mirror, and from the wiped away spot the reflection stared back, warped and distorted, a noticeable crack running along the length of it. The plumber said there was nothing wrong with the water heater, but that was after he took the check for eight hundred dollars for ten minutes of work; if it was running perfectly then why did the shower start getting cold after five minutes? One more thing to hate about this area. Even the public works people got their rocks off by milking the dregs of society dry. Eight hundred dollars was no doubt 'walking around money' to those who had the luxury of a pool and a working water heater, but those who make an honest day's wage know the real value of such an amount of money.

A few beer bottles clinked as they rolled along the hardwood floor, remnants of the previous night’s guests and their vices. The warmth of the setting sun would serve as a means of drying from the frightfully short shower. And still the phone was ringing - though as it became clear at a glance it wasn't someone desperately trying to make a phone call. The room wasn’t familiar, nor was the house. The previous night was spent mostly on the couch with trips to the kitchen for refreshments, but the occupants of the room were still sloppy enough to be around, as their unclothed bodies were sprawled out on the queen mattress. It seemed that Peter worked up the liquid courage to talk to Patricia after all, and it was either a whirlwind affair or Peter got drunk and passed out on top of Patricia. Either way made for a hell of a bar time story.

How did a phone get in here, on the floor among a pile of clothes? The ringing alert tone was a signature. At some point between sleeping on the floor - Peter and Patricia came in after the fact and their giggles and whispers made for an interesting alarm - and undressing to hop in the shower, the phone was left behind. The memory was coming back, there hadn’t been that much alcohol consumed. But who the fuck was pinging? No plans had been made and there wasn’t exactly a boss calling and demanding a shift be worked.

The guitar stopped as the phone was unlocked and the good vibes of the night before were instantly washed away on the tide of the current events.

"Fuck, was that tonight?"




Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding. The cretins cloning and feeding. I wanna publish 'zines. And rage against machines.


Everyone heard about the party. It was hard not to with how fucking loud the Elite tend to be. According to the invites, cool kids were invited. The hot, but not the H.O.T.. The eyecandy but not I, Candies. It took some kind of nerve for the exclusive of the exclusive trying to curry favor by opening the doors to the masses, like kings hosting a little fete for the common folk. Sure the commoners get to live like a king for a day but when the sun comes up it's back to shoveling shit and being told to be happy to make just enough to buy bread and cheese.

Was there dissension in the ranks or was it more like the insecure little dicked trustfundies trying to flex nuts because some future adulterous hag didn't enjoy being paraded around like some participation medal prize? Roz Norcross, as she was known, didn't know much about money and excess but she knew enough to know that drama followed the student body of Beverly Hills High the same way gonorrhea follows cheap hookers like a plague. Her invitation to the shindig was probably lost in the mail. The idea of going to some beach house and watching as the attention whores forget about the 'attention' part of the moniker and the monkeys watch, clap, and throw their shit at the proceedings, was hardly appealing but...Roz had her click-happy drama whores to think about and if there was going to be a ground zero for drama, it would be at that beach house where the ocean would be a fucking desert compared to the ocean of thirst that was that particular congregation.

If there was one thing this student body enjoyed more than flexing it was the bodies of students. Money was their language but debauchery and needless drama their currency, and the Weekend Warrior would see it all through an unfiltered lens.

The problem, such as it was, was that Roz wasn't exactly invited. She had a plan, of course. Whoever was on door duty at this thing was probably none too bright nor any good at identities and at a gathering like this there was bound to be someone named Tiffany. What would he do? Ask for identification? Everyone bought into the idea that there was someone named Roz at their school so clearly no one cared all that much. The Tiffany Plan had gotten Roz into parties she was definitely not on the list for, and it was bound to get her into this one. Until she checked her phone coming out of the shower.

She was not alone in having her invite mysteriously not show up. Roz could count on one hand the number of people that she had the phone numbers of at school, and one of them had shot her a message. Olivia Lee was someone Roz could imagine punching out a bear and asking for more, which made her okay as far as Roz was concerned. It seemed strange that she wasn't invited. Weren't jocks given a free pass for this type of shit?

Roz picked up some clean enough clothes off the ground, making sure they didn't smell with a quick sniff and a spray of some perfume. Jeans. A denim vest. A faded shirt with an old band from the 1990s on it. The jeans and the vest were hers, but the shirt was anyone’s guess. She’d never heard of the Backstreet Boys but when had that ever stopped anyone from wearing merch; Roz wasn’t about to walk around outside with only a vest to cover her chest, that was more in line with the slags of the school who replaced personality with loose lips - and she wasn’t talking about the mouth. A glance in the mirror and a nod later and she was ready to go. Fly as ever.

On the way out, she gave the passed out man on the couch a slap on the ass that was hanging out of his half removed pants. "Thanks for the shirt, Pablo." The drunken 'Pablo' didn't so much as stir, but it wasn't Roz's problem. She wasn't even there, if anyone asked. Most people on this block partied last night since they were working and couldn't afford to get hungover on the new year, and Roz was just being a good neighbor. One of the few neighbors to show up to Pablo's little soiree. Beer. Cards. Sports on the television. Homemade cubanos. No one caring that an underage girl was drinking with them. A real party.

Outside, Roz breathed in the stale air. The faint scent of gasoline and pot lingered as it always did. Salt of the Earth condensed into a suburban block that Roz called home. She knew everyone that lived on this block, from Pablo the carpenter to Maude the retired nurse who loved to tell stories about stubborn patients. These were her people. The real people. The ones who made the world actually run and got nothing for it. Her house was dead center in the ‘sac which gave Roz the sense of being something of a neighborhood leader. Her parents weren’t much for socializing so Roz made a habit of showing up at neighborhood events even if only to make an appearance. These were her people, after all, the ones who cut out coupons and bought their clothes from a Wal-Mart. Salt of the Earth, honest people. The people you’d want to save in an apocalypse because they could get shit done.

Roz was going to make a stop off at home, just to let her parents know not to wait up for her. New Year’s Eve and all. She unlocked her phone again and began walking up the sidewalk, drowning out the barking dog as best she could. She hated that thing. Cute as shit, but still annoying and snappy.

Roz responded to Olivia, saying she'd meet up. The Tiffany plan would probably have to be shelved if Olivia wanted to do dirt. As soon as she hit send, her forward momentum came to a hard stop. She had been walking and texting and hadn't seen where she was going, and her phone dropped to a patch of grass next to the sidewalk.

"Sorry." Roz murmured as she picked up her phone. Standing up and seeing who she wan into, she had to do a double take. She was in front of the house dubbed the 'Rap House' by those in the neighborhood given its penchant for blaring rap music at all hours. No amount of noise complaints seemed to make any difference. Roz had her hunches about what went on there, after all it was the one house on the block where the curtains were always drawn. The person she bumped into simply scoffed, said something about hate, and kept going, leaving the cul-de-sac with a pace that could only be described as 'suspiciously fast'. Roz watched the stranger leave as questions raced through her head. But really only one came to the forefront.

"What the fuck's a person like that doing at a fucking trap house?"

The question would have to wait, as Olivia took priority. But it was a question she wouldn't soon forget.





The word of the day was...uncertainty. Everything about the night's events was coated in it. Uncertainty of place. Uncertainty of mind. Uncertainty of...well...everything. Clearly tonight meant a lot to certain people and that warranted a certain sense of decorum. The word party was thrown around fairly often along with 'rager' and 'banger' which were unfamiliar terms but the enthusiasm with which they were said implied that they were positive traits. Rage was a familiar concept, but it was never used for anything good. It must've been a difference in customs. There were several of those over the past two months and it had been overwhelming, to say the least. Two months seemed like such a small amount of time but once the jetlag wore out every day still had the tendency to feel oppressively long. In two months the only thing that had truly been learned was how much there was still to learn.

It hadn't been the easiest of transitions, and part of that had to do with the residence. Living in a penthouse atop a skyscraper was seen as a lavish lifestyle but the penthouse with an elevator for an entrance and exit paled in comparison to what could only be called a palace. The first weekend was spent getting lost on the way to the bedroom and the second wasn't much better in that regard. Two months later and the culture shock was still very much real. That might've been why tonight was so special for everyone involved, but in a different way for the newcomer. To everyone else, this was just any other party. A 'banger' as some put it. But it also represented the first opportunity in two months to actually learn something. Like, for example, what the hell a banger was. There was a lot riding on tonight, it was on the top of many tongues for the past two months.

It was a shame, then, that hers was a foreign one.




Hollywood infected your brain, you wanted kissing in the rain. I'm obsessed with the mess that's America. You're looking for the golden lie.


Min-seo arrived with the food. She humored herself with the thought that she was basically being delivered like a pizza, freshly made to order. She was almost not sure she could fit in the vehicle being driven by Ariana, but it was fortunate that Min-seo was on the petite side and was willing to share her seat and lap with bags of food and beverages. The trip to the location of the party was not awash in conversation as Min-seo didn't really know what to say. Even when they arrived, it was like her presence was a surprise until she had to clarify that a car was sent for her or else she would've gotten lost. It took her two months to be barely acclimated to her host home, it was far too early to trust her with directions outside of the school and the estate. Min-seo, being a guest, insisted on helping with the groceries, though once that particular task was done she was taken aside and placed behind a counter with various bottles and drink mixes on the counter behind her.

Min-seo was confused at first. Not at the location, a bar looked the same here as it did back home, but after having a very hastily explained reasoning she simply nodded her head and went along with it. In the shows, people that worked the bars had meaningful conversations with the guests so maybe this was Henry's way of helping her better acclimate to America and pick up on some helpful words along the way. This was her first American party. Heck, it was her first party in general not counting her father's fundraising galas which consisted of balding men discussing business while Min-seo stood around in a dress and keeping quiet. She was quite looking forward to it. Maybe there would be some karaoke and card games, maybe someone making cute little balloon animals and a trampoline! Well, maybe not a trampoline, this was on the beach, but that probably meant swimming! And the best part of swimming was having an ice cream afterwards to cool down!

It only took about a half an hour and the first bevvy of guests for Min-seo to realize she was absolutely, incredibly wrong about every single expectation.

The music was loud, aggressive, fast, and people seemed to move in ways that they were not built for. It could be called dancing, sure, though it was unlike any dancing Min-seo had known - and she had sat in on rehearsals for choreography sessions before. The volume was the hardest part. She had to cover her ears when it started, which made her job tending bar difficult. It was bad enough that she barely knew what people were ordering but add to that having to shout over the music just to ask "What" was not exactly her idea of fun. The first embarrassing moment of the night came about forty minutes into the party when a particularly sweaty person asked for a screwdriver. Min stared blankly for a moment before responding "I don't know where...box...tools?" The sweathog thought she was fucking with him and got angry, but he was calmed down when Min-seo's bartending partner made the drink and settled the matter.

It seemed like this was a bad idea, putting her behind the bar, but she couldn't just leave. Not when she was trusted to do this. She knew what a beer looked like and she could find the other drinks by color. It was when people asked for non-simple things that the already slow service came to a glacial pace. For some, their impatience came with annoyed grunts but some came with understanding and what Min-seo believed to be flirting but awkward. She was asked no fewer than seven times "Working hard or hardly working?" and each time she answered straight "Hard working."

When she wasn't slowly getting people's drink orders wrong, she was trying to process the visual spectacle of this party. It was nothing like the galas at home. Americans had a strange way of dancing together. Nothing was choreographed and it looked less like dancing and more like some primal mating ritual. Some danced alone, some danced uncomfortably close, but very few actually danced on beat. Just by watching people's feet on the dance floor, Min-seo noticed so many missed beats that she lost count. There were also people passing around paper with smoke on the end of it, an uncomfortable looking girl near a wall conversing with someone who could barely stand, at a table someone was entertaining a small group with a well timed joke, and Min-seo could swear she heard shouting off in the distance.

If ever there was a moment she truly felt like a fish out of water, it was there behind the bar as the decadence of American excess developed all around her. She was honestly a little impressed that people could process it all and doubly so that for some this was like a regular thing. And there she was, wearing a casual black skater dress and heels, similar to what she would've worn at a gala - it was only too late that she realized she was a bit...overdressed for the situation. Though given the nature of some of the guest attire, or lack thereof, she felt far more comfortable. The confidence some of these people had was astounding, especially the ones that really should not have had so much. For a moment, she wondered what she would be up to if she had stayed home. Surely nothing like this. But was this any better? She had the comfort of home even if it had lots of barbs to sour the bouquet. Here all she had was, well...poorly serving drinks while rapidly gaining a headache from music that was being danced to poorly.

Two months in and homesickness was creeping along her back, and that was honestly the biggest shock of the night.

Min-seo was so lost in her daze and thoughts of home that she wasn't aware she had a customer (@Legion02) until they spoke up. Min-seo smiled, as she had been doing all night, and nodded her head. "Mock...tail? Mocktail?" What was that? No one here had any tails. Did someone bring a dog or a cat? A stuffed one? Was she asking for the game where you put a pin on the donkey? Did they have that here? "Okay, okay. Mock...tail." Min-seo nodded and grabbed a cup. The first bottle she grabbed was vodka, into the cup it went. Then some rum followed by cola - since that was a popular combination she was told - a dash of tequila and a random grabbed bottle that happened to be Jäger. The cup itself was damn near full to overflowing and looked like nothing close to consumable. Still, with a smile, Min-seo placed the glass in front of the other girl. "Mock...tail! Okay! Thank you!"

Min-seo had so much to learn. She would get there. One 'mocktail' at a time.

Two months on and she had barely learned a thing, except that American parties were...overwhelming.





Karma was a strange mistress, assuming it was believed. The notion of good or bad deeds being rewarded in kind was easy enough to put at least a little bit of stock into. How many times had people called it ‘karma’ when some jerk in traffic who keeps cutting people off and speeding gets pulled over by a cop? Instant Karma. It seemed doubtful that anyone of import at Beverly Hills High cared much about karma, especially those that were attending the beach house party; how could they care about karma when underage drinking, drugs, and debauchery were on the menu. If karma were real, then a truly punishing act was bound to happen at the party. In this life or the next.

Karma was as silly a notion of destiny or fate; people liked to throw around destiny in works of fiction, as if it was destiny or some karmic reward that the male lead coincidentally ran into the female lead and they shared a moment of awkward sexual tension because two attractive people got aroused by the other. That’s not destiny or karma, it’s hormones. Instant karma was the same, it wasn’t the universe deciding that an asshole needed to be punished but rather an asshole having unfortunate timing. Coincidences were not the making of some cosmic grand design.

And yet, the nagging feeling of instant karma was incredibly prevalent all of a sudden.




I look to you to see the truth. You live your life, you go in shadows. Fade into you. Strange you never knew.


Shauna had never truly felt bad for telling the various girls she was intimate with that she wasn't interested in anything serious. Some of them took it well, a few were interested in maybe having a benefits deal, but a large percentage of them ended up in tears and running off. She never quite understood why - sex wasn't like some contractual obligation to a relationship and honestly the ones who were so eager to have it out with Shauna weren't exactly the type that would make for an exciting relationship anyway. When Shauna took them to the bakery and ordered the Heartbreak Special, she didn't take it to be a breakup scene - breakups imply things. It was more like...a boss firing an employee. Sure, the employee's day is probably ruined but there are dozens more qualified people for the position. Other than the collision with the window, today's trip to the bakery was as standard as ever.

Why, then, did it feel like she was being punished by the universe? Instant Karma.

"Would you stop messing with that?" Shauna took her eyes off the road in order to snatch away her phone from the passenger. Shauna's car wasn't a new model, she had a fondness for the classics so while newer models didn't have the need for cords in order to play off of a mobile device, Shauna's still required a connection - and with her phone it was easier to use a cord than the wireless, thanks to her vintage 2020 model. Normally her passenger seat was reserved for whomever she was interested in at the time. A romantic drive, whispered words in the ear, an impromptu serenade, the system was effective and part of the system was a specifically vetted playlist of classic romantic or sensual songs perfect for front seat makeouts that transitioned to backseat memories.

But the current passenger was not someone Shauna was interested in, and having the slow tones of one of Shauna's favorite serenade pieces was not her idea of a good time. Almost as soon as the car pulled out onto the street, the passenger was flipping through the phone, skipping songs and having not a single care. It was coincidence - or karma - that Shauna snatched the phone away in time for one of the more romantic songs on her playlist happened to come up. The cosmos was fucking with her hard today. Blame the goddamn loaf of bread.

"THIS SONG SUCKS! SKIP IT! SKIP IT SKIP IT SKIP IT SKIP IT!" The passenger in question, Parker Ashford, was bouncing in the passenger seat, grabbing for Shauna's phone in order to find something a bit less slow and weepy. In response, Shauna simply unplugged the cord and casually tossed her phone onto the seat behind the driver's, shutting off the music. Parker pouted and crossed her arms but at least she wasn't bouncing and potentially causing an accident. "BOOOOOOO. YOU SUCK!"

"I'm not your biggest fan either, Parker." A merciful silence settled over the car as it turned onto the street leading towards the beach house, just a few miles down the way. The silence was welcome, as it allowed Shauna to think how of all the people, the universe decided to put Parker in the passenger seat.

Of all the windows in all the bakeries in all the world, she walked into Shauna's.

When Shauna heard the THUD in the bakery, she, naturally, assumed it to be a bird or, at the worst, some jokers playing a prank. She didn't expect to see Parker Ashford's face pressed into the glass with her palms flat against it as well. She had to have run into the window to make such an imprint, and knowing Parker, Shauna wouldn't put it past the little hellion. Parker peeled herself from the window and ran into the bakery - thankfully she had the sense to open the door instead of barreling through the glass there - where immediately she said, or more accurately shouted, two distinct things.

"HI, BREAD! THE SHAUNA SMELLS GOOD!"

Someone behind the counter looked towards Shauna and Shauna could not meet the gaze back. It was perhaps too much to ask for Parker not to come over, but out of the corner of Shauna's eye she saw the hyperactive girl running towards the table, which happened to be the furthest back, the best seat in the house since normally being next to the window meant she got to look out at the citizens. What a double edged sword that turned out to be.

"SHAUNA, HI! SHAUNA! IS THAT FOR ME?" Parker sat down and dug into Curly's unfinished cupcake. She didn't use a fork, just picked off pieces of the cupcake with her fingers, uncaring that cream and frosting were over her fingers. Shauna looked on in horror for the entire duration. It only took Parker thirty seconds to swallow the whole cupcake, but it was the longest thirty seconds Shauna had been privy to. "THAT WAS OKAY! HI, SHAUNA! GUESS WHAT?"

It was exhausting dealing with Parker, which is why Shauna was glad that she only really had to deal with her whenever Parker ran down the halls laughing like an axe murderer. In small doses, Parker was tolerable. Kind of like alcohol. Except people could develop a tolerance for alcohol. Parker was a migraine headache without any aspirin. A hangover without any of the fun of drinking. And she was sitting across from her.

"You've got choco-"

"I'M GOING TO THE BEACH!"

Of course, why would Shauna even think Parker would care about her appearance, with her mouth messy with chocolate and her fingers covered in crumbs. And here she was making her way to the beach. Shauna assumed she meant the party, but that...that was a fair few miles away and Parker had energy in spades, but chances are if Parker was going to run the distance she'd wind up passed out of exhaustion in a bush somewhere and no one would find her for a month.

"That's nice, Parker." It was hard to believe someone like this existed, but for some reason some of the influencers of the school didn't mind her. She'd heard people saying they saw Parker hanging out with Henry Green, and that's some serious clout. Maybe it was like a charity thing, something like Make-A-Wish. No. Shauna shook her head to her own internal thoughts. Parker was way too spirited to have a terminal illness. Shauna didn't see it. Just looking across the table at the smaller girl with the chocolate and frosting on her face looking around the room and practically bouncing in her chair like she was on a sugar rush brought questions she was not qualified to ask. In a school filled with spawns of famous sorts, somehow this maniac got a seat at the table. It wasn't jealousy that carried these thoughts, but general confusion and disinterest. Shauna was infamous in her own way, notably for her little black book of 'conquests' - one of which included a new member of the Elite (a bit of personal pride, that) - and Parker was one of the select few who never had a place within it. Shauna had a thing for younger girls (while she could, anyway) but Parker was...Parker.

"WHICH WAY IS THE BEACH?" Parker's question caused Shauna to blink. What was her plan in all this? Wander around until she found the party? Come to think of it, where did Parker even live? Could she not call a ride? Did Parker even know how to use...well...anything?

Maybe it was a flash of weakness, maybe the visual of Parker passed out of exhaustion on the side of the road was too much to bear. Parker was like everyone's little sister and maybe it was a sense of sisterly responsibility. Or maybe it was just that cosmic bitch called karma. Whatever it was, Shauna knew she was going to regret it before she even said it. Parker was friends with Henry Green and Shauna had seen members of the Elite giving her piggy back rides...she was like a mascot of sorts and seeing as she would be the last one to have seen Parker...it would've been her responsibility. In the unfortunate event of tragedy, that is.

Shauna sighed as Parker beamed, proud of the fact that she was going to the beach. "Do you want me to take you there?"

It seemed like a simple request, and if Parker said no, which Shauna was secretly hoping, it would at least give her deniability. But of course Parker didn't even hesitate before saying yes. Shauna sighed and told Parker to stay seated while she cleared off the table. Almost as soon as Shauna turned her back with her hands holding the cupcake wrapping and plate, a heavy mass descended upon her back with a force that damn near caused the Irish lass to fall over. She didn't have to look over her shoulder or guess; she tried to keep a stiff upper lip about it but they hadn't even left the bakery and Shauna was already regretting having a brief moment of conscience. Crumb-coated fingers dropped their bits onto Shauna's blouse. Of all the days to wear white.

"YOU'RE KINDA TALL FOR A GIRL! NOT THE TALLEST THOUGH! HEY IS IT TRUE YOU KISS GIRLS?"

Shauna walked the suddenly extremely lengthy distance to the garbage with a scowl. Drug addicts were said to have a monkey on their back. Before today Shauna never thought it could be literal. This child had to be some sort of instant karma for the blunt way she did away with Curly. That was the only explanation for why she was cursed with responsibility of this hellspawn.

"Yes it is, Parker." Shauna responded with a defeated sigh. As she left the bakery, taking note of the staff doing a poor job of hiding their laughter, she almost hoped Parker would hit her head on the top of the door. No such luck.

"WOULD YOU KISS ME?"

Shauna opened the passenger door and told Parker to get in. The sophomore grumbled but followed through, seeming to be impressed by the comfort level in the seats. Shauna didn't even bother to make sure Parker was strapped in. Knowing her luck, a car accident would just give Parker superpowers. A couple of miles. A few minutes. And then she would be someone else's problem.

Leave it to Parker to turn minutes into a goddamned eternity.





One of the perks of a holiday evening was the lack of excessive traffic. Sure, the busy roads had their bumper-to-bumper and people honking on their way to get absolutely tossed but when the little white figure in the lights came so quickly due to the lack of cross traffic, it had to be a blessing. It was like the universe was smiling down. There were hardly any cars and were it not for the occasional pedestrian carrying bags and looking at their phones it could've felt like some kind of end of the world scenario. Though the lack of traffic made for a brisk pace, the pedestrians left a lot to be desired. Every instance of saying 'hello' was met with silence at best and a mumble of indifference at worst. Whatever they were looking at had to have been important.

It was different from going to school. On days when there wasn't a car waiting then it was easy enough to follow the big yellow buses or other people with bags, though at first that ended with arriving at the wrong school. These little adventures made for fun trips, and it was good that most places were within walking distance otherwise getting lost would be like a routine thing. There was a voice on the phone that sometimes helped but that was like cheating and cheaters never prospered, whatever the hell that meant. Today's adventure was a little bit different than going to school, the store on the corner, or even to work.

She knew how to get to all those places.




My conscious is fucked and my judgment is leaking and I'm gonna die in a getaway car. I haven't tried but it sounds too hard.


Parker was lost within minutes of leaving her house. The diner, the store, and the school were all in the same direction and because those places weren't in or at a 'beach house' then it stood to reason that going the OPPOSITE way when she left would be where the beach was. That just made sense! Duh! What Parker didn't know, perhaps because of the interesting way her mind worked, was that the beach wasn't all that far from her favorite store. She was going the complete wrong direction and doing it with a wide smile. The beach was where Henry was at, and where Henry was at there were probably more people and more people meant more fun and more fun meant, well, more fun. Most importantly, Henry always had some juice on hand and she really wanted some. Coming to the end of a sidewalk, she made sure to hit the button. Once she didn't hit the button and just kept walking and a car nearly knocked her over. That sucked! Ever since then she made sure to wait for the little glowing man - though sometimes when there weren't any cars she just skipped across. It was kind of fun that way.

As Parker walked, her pace kind of slowing as she entered a more populated area but recognized absolutely none of it, she looked around for any sign of the beach. To her left were just buildings and a parking lot, to the right more cars and buildings, and directly in front of her was a park. A park was not the beach, and this park was for babies anyway. All the swings were those little buckets and they didn't go fast enough to go around the bar. Parker looked at her phone, and she considered calling Henry and yelling at him for not saying where the beach was, but she thought against it. It would be like looking up the answers in the back of the book, yeah you could but then it wasn't any fun anymore.

She tried flagging down some of the people walking and even a car stopped at the light, but at most she just got a blaring honk in response, which she made sure to honk back by yelling 'HONK!'. That only succeeded in having some of the foot traffic look back at the source and quicken their own pace.

The sky was on fire as the sun was going down, and Parker was no closer to finding the beach. When she was in danger of losing her enthusiasm and smile, the universe smiled down on her and as Parker was about to cross the street, a familiar face entered her peripheral. A curly haired girl that she shared math class with was walking quickly - Parker was too far away to see the tears but seeing the quick pace she naturally assumed that the girl was also going to the beach. Parker called out to her, and the girl stopped, saw Parker running towards her, and instinctively took a step back.

"HEY! HEY HEY HEY! I'M GOING TO THE BEACH! ARE YOU GOING TO THE BEACH?" Parker had found a second wind. "HEY, ARE YOU CRYING? DON'T CRY! JUST GO TO THE BEACH WITH ME!"

The curly haired girl looked at Parker, her tears stopping as she sniffled, and she could only say one thing. "Fuck you." And she was on her way. Parker blinked and didn't quite know how to respond to that. Maybe she didn't know where the beach was? Well, Parker was back to square one and she sighed with a little shrug of her shoulders. The cosmic powers weren't done, however, as Parker happened to smell warm bread, like the kind that made for the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She sniffed the air and turned her gaze across the street, where Curly had come from, and her eyes widened. She knew that person! Well, she had seen her in a play. Not the full play. Parker was asked to leave when her cheering began to overpower the performance, but in her defense the kissing scene was really believable! Not even waiting for the little man, Parker ran across the street and, waving at the girl at the table, she found herself running headlong into a window.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

"Would you please stop doing that?" Shauna had raised her voice and Parker knew enough to know that when people were raising their voice it meant they were upset. Which was usually cause enough to stop.

"I WAS MAKING MUSIC!" Ever since Shauna took away the boring slow songs there wasn't any music in the car so Parker had taken it upon herself to make her own by repeatedly slapping her hand against the dashboard as if it were a set of drums. She knew someone that played the drums and was super good at it! Parker didn't have any sticks so her fist would've had to do, at least until Shauna got annoyed with it.

Parker didn't really know much about Shauna, other than that she was in plays and liked to kiss other girls. Parker had seen Shauna at other gatherings but Shauna was always with her own group of people and almost always talking to some new girl. She seemed...proper or something. Like a queen or a fancy person that wore suits and did business stuff. Though how fancy could Shauna really be, Parker wondered, considering that the Irishwoman had a chocolate stain on her shirt. How embarrassed she must be! Maybe she didn't know!

Parker sat back in her chair, looking between Shauna's stain, the front window, and Shauna herself. Shauna didn't really look all that happy which was confusing. They were on their way to the beach! What was not to love about that? How could that not bring excitement. The car drove past the Sunshine Diner and Parker gasped loud enough to draw Shauna's attention. Parker would take a note of that for the future, the beach was near enough to work to be on the way.

The silence continued and Parker really wanted to try making music again, but as she lifted her palm above the dash, Shauna flatly barked "Don't" and put an end to that particular idea. Silence was usually boring. Just a lot of nothing and it made everything feel longer. Though the silence did give Parker to think back and when the realization hit, her head snapped to Shauna.

"YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION! WOULD YOU KISS ME?"

Shauna didn't know how to respond to the rather blunt question as it had come out of nowhere. She took a moment to gather her composure, take a breath and think of the goodwill this impromptu chauffeur gig would come with, and promptly answered: "No, Parker, I wouldn't."

"WHY NOT? YOU KISS GIRLS YOU SAID." Parker's high pitched, child-like voice seemed genuinely hurt by Shauna's response, and if she was someone that knew how to cry it was fair to say her eyes might well have been watering right about now.

"Yes, I do. But do you, Parker?"

"I DUNNO. I'VE NEVER DONE IT. WHY WON'T YOU DO IT WITH ME?" Parker was blinking blankly towards Shauna, who was desperately trying to focus on the road and really, really hoping the beach house was coming up soon as the car ride was only feeling longer with each passing minute. There seemed to be no way for Shauna to end this conversation without further hurting Parker, short of lying. If there was one thing actors were good at it was lying for profit. What was acting if not lying about one's identity for entertainment?

"Because...I just broke up with my girlfriend. I..." Shauna added a sniff to truly sell the deception. "...I though we really had something special. And I...I just need some....some time."

Parker considered a moment. The curly haired girl did seem really mean and Shauna didn't look happy when Parker entered the bakery...so obviously the curly haired girl just broke up with Shauna! It all checked out. It was probably good then that the curly haired girl wasn't going to be at the party since then Shauna would have a bad time. Parker began to smile again and gave Shauna a slap on the arm, making the car swerve in the lane and Shauna to freak out. "PARKER! Just...just make your music."

Parker didn't have to be told twice.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!





THUD THUD THUD!

This part of town was like walking into the asshole of a dysentery patient. The air smelled foul, the houses were one floor, most of them had front yards that needed to be cut two years ago, and there was a loud barking dog that was barking right in this general direction. The dog was a pitbull and its drool was dripping from its jowls. Absolutely not adorable. The knocks to the door happened again, three heavy hits with a fist, and that only made the dog bark even more. On any other house it would be easy to assume that no one was home, but considering the sounds of bass and vulgarity, that excuse didn't exactly work.

Maybe the owners were dead. That wouldn't be surprising, though it would certainly be disappointing, if only for a few moments. Three more knocks, this time throwing the arm into it. The problem with knocking - and knocking was the only option given the broken doorbell - was that it had to compete with the music. The people inside knew to expect a visitor, a message was sent and this meeting had been set up in advance. Being forced to wait outside in a neighborhood that smelled of gasoline and regret was no one's idea of a good time. But it was the perfect location for a bunch of degenerates to hang out.

The front door opened just enough for a scratchy voice to seep through the crack. "Who the fuck is it?"




Well it's the ice cream man, bitch, don't you hear the music? I got the shit, fiends holla at me when they use it. I got shit sold. I pimp those broke ass nymphos.



"Who the fuck do you think it is? Open the fucking door and tell Ken I want the shit." Hana had to deal with this every single time she wanted to restock. The problem when one of your suppliers operated out of a trap house was the vetting process. Hana was no stranger to this group, her in was that her brother lived among them, but she couldn't shake the feeling that they only let her inside the place because she happened to be a young female. Regardless of reason, the door opened and Hana was let inside.

The first time she entered the place she was, understandably, nervous. There were guns. Just out in the open, right next to baggies of powders and rocks. She made the mistake on her first visit of asking what things were, and nothing got a bunch of dope fiends upset more than questions - only cops asked questions, or people who spoke to cops. If only they were aware of the connection one of them shared. As time went on, however, Hana got used to the place and knew better than to spend any more time than necessary inside.

There was music blaring and the heavy haze of smoke was intoxicating. The doorman was giving daps and the users, abusers, manufacturers, and fiends inside were being put at ease as they realized it was just Hana, the pretty little money maker. She walked the familiar distance to the backroom, not so much as looking into any other side room. Seen one person lounging on a couch or about to do a line, seen 'em all.

"Ken," the doorman got the attention of a man sprawled out on a couch with a hat pulled over his eyes. He lifted his hat and got off the couch, arms wide. "Heyyyy, li'l sis!" Ken Park stood there like an idiot with his arms outstretched until Hana simply stared at him, her eyes all but saying 'what the hell are you doing'. "Tch, so much for family love. After everything I've done for you." Ken, who really should've put a shirt on, walked towards the back of the room while Hana continued to just stand in the doorway.

"We both know I've done more for you." Hana had to keep her cool, she learned that the hard way. Acting nervous was like a sign for these people to pounce. Someone nervous was someone that could use a hit to calm down, and then it was all over. She had been here when some fiends were trading in currency other than money in order to get their fix. It was a large reason why Hana refused to ever get involved with drugs. She just sold them. Other people were free to fuck themselves up.

"Yeah, maybe. What's the deal, though? This is a bigger order than usual. Working us to the bone." Ken was grabbing different bottles and baggies, they were separated by contents and handled much like a pharmacy so that the wrong person didn't wind up with the incorrect type of goods. The Park Siblings had this whole thing down to a routine at this point.

"Big end of the year party. Right on the beach and everything. You know what my classmates are like."

"Loaded as shit, dumb as fuck?"

"Largely. I don't ask why they want this shit, Ken. Maybe they think it makes them look cool."

"Well, you're the expert there, aren't you?" Ken's sarcastic response was not lost on Hana.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hana was already in a bad mood just from being here, it was an unfortunate side effect of the business. Ken and his friends might've been good for nothing but they dealt in some of the best, most potent shit in the area - at least that's what customer feedback had led Hana to believe. Her bad mood only threatened to worsen with Ken's smart ass mouth.

"Nothing. Just wondering if you weren't supplying this party if you'd even be invited. Food for thought."

"I'm not paying you to think, Ken. If anyone did maybe you'd have a job."

Ken returned to the front of the room, setting Hana's bag of party tricks out for her, which she quickly swiped, and handed Ken a roll of bills. "You just paid me for a service. Sounds like a job to me, li'l sis." Ken plopped down on his couch, picked up a still lit cigarette, and took a lengthy drag while Hana looked through and sorted the merchandise, placing them in specific compartments in her purse for easy distribution later. "How's dad doing?"

"Still trying to set me up with someone's son or another. Jeremy can't exactly be the heir to the business but maybe a hypothetical husband can." Lee Park, Hana and Ken's father, was a man of traditions and he never quite got over the utter backstab that was Ken dropping out and going his own way rather than following in dad's footsteps and taking over the family business. Lee was determined to leave Kumiho, the family restaurant, to an heir and with Ken's betrayal of family values, Jeremy being in first grade, and Abby being a woman it fell to Hana and her hypothetical marriage to someone with her father's approval. Lee's insistence on setting Hana up on dates with male suitors was a key factor in her deciding to move out and live with Abby.

Hana didn't want to have her love life determined by her father, but of course there was more to it than just the fact that blind dates were being arranged.

"I don't think I've ever seen you with a boy, li'l sis."

"You're one to talk."

"I'm not into boys." There was a sizable pause while Ken waited for some kind of petty jab from Hana, as their little schtick dictated. It never came as Hana was much more occupied with sorting and checking. It fell to Ken to carry on the conversation. "Abby doin' alright?"

"Keeping the kids off drugs one assembly at a time. She's hoping to make detective this year. I'd tell her you're doing well but...I hate lying." Everything seemed to be in order, and Hana was ready to put as much distance between herself and this place as possible. She already had a car waiting for her just up the corner, and the sooner she got there the better. "Thanks for the stuff, Ken. Happy New Year."

"Stay outta trouble, li'l sis." Ken chuckled at his comment, which made for one of them. Hana offered an awkward nod of acknowledgment and turned her ass around and marched her way out of the house. She never thought she'd be glad to smell the shit scented air but the haze of drugs and junkies in the house had a way of making even the dirtiest of atmospheres more tolerable.

Hana didn't look back as she put her sunglasses on and continued on her way. The party was surely about to start and every minute she wasn't there was a minute of potential lost customers. The damn dog was barking still, and it seemed to follow her. Hana turned to look at it, to sneer at the thing, and in so doing wound up crashing into someone who had never heard of sidewalk etiquette before.

"Sorry."

Hana scoffed as she gave a quick once-over of the vagabond that had walked into her. The woman looked like she fell out of a book called 'baby's first rebellious attitude' with the vest and boyish hair. Hana shook her head and chalked it up to people of this part of town being absolutely fucking rude. "...Fucking hate this place." Hana muttered as she picked up the pace to round the corner towards where her waiting ride was. "There's a hundred bucks in it for you if you get there in record time." Hana told the driver who seemed encouraged to try, if nothing else.

The entire time Hana retreated to the car, she could swear someone was staring at her.















Party rock is in the house tonight. Everybody just have a good time. And we gon' make you lose your mind. We just wanna see you....shake that!


Hana was glad to see that the party wasn't quite in full swing when her driver pulled up to the beach house and let her out. Having already paid when placing the order for a car, she quickly got out of the back seat. The driver asked where his hundred dollars were before Hana responded by simply slamming the door and promptly ignoring it - even paying little mind as the driver yelled "FUCKING BITCH" from his window. She didn't have the luxury to care what a glorified cab driver had to say. She was the one getting into the banger of the year while he was stuck working a job where the best he could hope for was maybe a conversation with someone well out of his league.

Hana entered the party without so much as an issue. She was, after all, on the list and, in her own mind, a damn integral part of the party puzzle. Booze, dancing, and sloppy makeouts were all well and good, but anyone who wanted to make the party truly something to experience she was the one to see. Arriving early enough, as she did, allowed her to stake out a section for her own purposes. There was a stretch of wall next to the entrance to the dance floor and close to the bar that was perfect. She had a good view of the action and anyone interested could see her. She would certainly try to enjoy herself, but part of her couldn't help but wonder about Ken's words.

What did that loser know? Even if she wasn't the top dealer in Beverly Hills High she would've been on the list. Captains of sports team make lists by default. Hana shook her head and got the niggling doubts out of her mind just in time for her first customer. A few happy pills and one happy customer. Business was sure to pick up as the party started entering its full swinging state.

Shauna turned off the engine and stepped out of the car already exhausted. Parker was out of the car first, of course, she had opened the door even before Shauna had come to a complete stop. Parker, hearing the music and seeing the beach house, sprinted towards the entrance.

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHH! BEACH HOUSEEEEEEEEEEE! PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Parker ran through the beach house shouting at the top of her lungs, and if that was the last Shauna saw of her then that would be too soon. Shauna took a moment to reorient herself after the ordeal that was driving Parker. Of course the first thing she saw would be a familiar face. Near enough to the door to be considered a bouncer was Soliel @Dirty Pretty Lies. The junior had done well for herself, but Shauna still remembered the Freshman. Still remembered putting that name down in the black book - with a nice red stamp to go with it - and Shauna had a hunch that Sol wasn't exactly primed to forget either. But, as with so many of Shauna's experiences, it was beautiful while it lasted. Sol had moved onwards and upwards, but Shauna once heard that no one forgets their first time. Come what may, Shauna would always have that.

Shauna made her way towards the entrance, giving Sol a rather knowing smile, though it was friendly in nature there was no denying the meaning behind it. Of course, Shauna didn't really have a desire at this particular moment to take a trip down memory lane but it was, as Shauna said slinking inside:

"Soliel. Always good to see a familiar face."

Shauna didn't need to say anything else before heading inside. A gaggle of girls who happened to be drama aficionados flagged down Shauna and she sauntered her way towards them, engaging in conversation amidst the chaos of a party. The encounter at the bakery was nothing but a bad memory at this point. That was the beautiful thing about New Year's. Everyone got to start over again.

But if there was to be any constant going forward...drama was never far from anyone.


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Nathan Wagner: The Lost Prince

Location: El Jefe Beach
Interacting with: Issac (Talking to) @Klaykid, Marshall (Mentioned), Art (mentioned)



Going to the gym makes me the happiest.

I love the blue and red foam mats that cushion the gym floor.

The loud blaring music that blasts from the gyms loudspeakers makes me feel like smiling all the time.

I love the smell of workout sweat.

Going to the gym makes me the happiest.

Jabs, Crosses, Hooks, Upper Cuts,

And Punching the Heavy Weight Bag makes me feel like the happiest male on the earth.

It's throwing on Boxing Gloves and working out at the Boxing Gym that makes me feel so alive and also the happiest.


Nate never really feared anything. His grandfather had always taught him to keep a strong exterior or else people would judge him for his weakness. Nate would not charge headlong into danger, but he would not stand down from anything. People were judged on how they acted around others. That meant that Nate had to keep his face as neutral as possible. That meant that no one would ever be able to judge him even though everyone seemed to have an opinion about Nathan Wagner. His whole life people had been judging him for almost nothing. Nate had learned from an early age how to deal with all of it. It always helped him to remind himself where he stood with everyone.
Marshall saw him as his horrid ex-boyfriend. During their relationship, Nate had thought he had done everything right but that had never seemed to be enough for Marshall. Nate had always gotten the impression that Marshall had expected something out of a romance novel. Like there would be billowing open shirts and shmaltzy romance everywhere you looked. Their breakup was a mutual thing since Nate had expected quite a lot from Marshall. Nate had deep seated issues with relationships since all his had turned south. Nate honestly felt like he had smothered Marshall with his need to hold onto what little good things he had left. That meant that they both had a hand in the destruction of the relationship. He knew that they would never get back together and that bothered him for some reason. Marshall had helped him get through some issues and Nate would always be grateful for that. His relationship with Marshall was still a bit bittersweet and it did bother him that they had ended for next to nothing.
Then the rest just saw him as a person to be ignored. It did appear that despite his best efforts, most people did not care for him. Nate generally was a nice guy but, yet this group gave him the cold shoulder. It was not as if he was an unpleasant person, but most people seemed to see right through him. Most people in the school tended look the other way when he was around. Most of his friends barely knew the real him. The only person he could talk to was his piano teacher, Art. Perhaps it was because the other guy could not see. Nate honestly would tell the blind young man whatever was bothering him and not feel like he was being judged. That felt nice to not be on the receiving end of being judged. Nate still didn’t know why he was learning to play the piano, but it made him feel classy and it was an excuse to get out of the house. Any excuse was a good excuse for Nate regardless of what the need was. Part of him was wondering if Art would show up to a place like this.

Then there was the guy in front of him right now. Isaac seemed to be of the decent sort of person. Nate usually could tell what kind of person they were just by looking at them. Isaac just seemed to be the honest kind which Nate respected. The man looked like he was carved out of angry marble, but Nate was liking what he was reading. Nate was pretty sure he had seen Isaac at the Combat Club which earned him huge amounts of points in Nate’s book. The fact that he could hold his own in a brawl was Nate’s measure of a real man. His physique was not horrible on the eyes but everything about him screamed straight which was quite the shame. Still, Nate knew how to control himself with straight people and the like. He could have guy friends without trying to make out with them though it was quite difficult when he rarely got drunk.

Nate let out a good-natured laugh when he saw Isaac’s reaction to the beer. “I am gonna guess you ain’t much of a beer drinker? Funny thing is neither am I. That’s why I offered it to you. “ He admitted with a sheepish grin. It was clear that Nate had no intention of drinking the beer or anything like that.

Nate shook the offered hand with a genuine look of interest. “ I like to think that I am good at reading people. Seems I was right with you. I am pretty sure I saw you at the 365 Combat Club, right? I tend not to forget people who go there, and I am always down for a spar or two. I like to challenge myself even I am sure I would lose. Only chance I would have at beating you would be to get you off your feet which I imagine would be hard.” Nate joked feeling like his old self again. Maybe things were turning up for him.

Perhaps this party was not a bust after all.
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Location: Damian's Mansion: Front Entrance
Interacting with: @Fabricant451




Ximena Garcia of the House Thot, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Five Boroughs and All the Men, Khaleesi of the Great Beverly Hills, Breaker of Hearts, and Mother of Fuckers. She was on the one true heir to the throne of Beverly Hills High and that meant she needed to watch over the realm of her seven kingdoms. It was more like four kingdoms, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, and of course Twitter. She was untouched in that social media platform, but there was one queen vying for the spot of Snapchat ruler. That was fine, she needed friends in high places to rule the high school with an iron fist. Ximena had been relaxing as she was soaking in a layer of foam and bubbles that kissed her radiant skin, her bathtub was modeled after a stiletto high heel. The water moved gracefully with her bodies every whim as she thumbed through her phone, notifications upon notifications drummed through her screen like a rave show. Normally she would role her eyes and clear all the notifications, but one stuck out to her the most. It was the invitation to the one and only Beverly Hills High School New Year’s event. Of course she could have been to several celebrity parties, but why pass up and opportunity with the elite and the one family who seemed to have more riches in supply than she did, Damian O’ Connor.

Her Machiavellian mind began to work its gears, all the cogs in her mental palace working cohesively. Her foot engaged the emptying of her bath water, which some men would pay to drink. In any case it was time for her to get ready, of course she was going to be fashionably late, but who wouldn’t if they were her. Her hands flung the double doors open to show her massive walk in closet littered with clothes she’s either worn once or not at all. “What to wear, que quiero poner?” She needed to look fierce, establish her dominance and make her presence known. Like Moses parting the red sea, the hangers and sea of clothes split open to reveal one Illustrious black dress. Her eyes lit up and then the smile curled on her lips like the Grinch whole stole Christmas, except she would steal the spotlight tonight. Dropping her towel she did what all girl did before slipping on their clothes for the evening, moisturize and make up. She sat down at her little make up studio and turned on the fluorescent lights to capture her blemish free skin. It was time to shapeshift in order to steal the hearts of men…and their wallets, Don’t tell the Church. Usually she had people to transform her, but this time she felt like taking matter into her own hands. Her makeup was looking fierce.

The next was easy, her hair cooperated her naturally which eluded most females. She slipped on her matching black lingerie, prepared for any business or pleasure that would go on tonight. Next was her dress that fit like a glove. Sliding one of her dresser drawers open revealed the shimmering glimmer of dozens of diamonds on what appeared to be rows of jewelry to match each occasion. She only needed some elegant earrings to match the diamonds radiating off her neck, giving her a slight tan from the radiation, or so she thought. Her hand disappearing into the cloud of crystals, pulled out two hooped earrings riddled with diamonds. She put on matching heels and kissed the mirror with the remainder of her lipstick before walking off into the night. “That reminds me, I have to let todo a mis amores y enemigos donde voy a estar” her trigger finger turned to twitter fingers as birds chirped all over the Californian landmass. Whether the hosts wanted this kind of attention was unbeknownst to them anyways. Again normally XiXi would have a chauffeur to drive her anywhere but she was a big girl and wanted to show up in fashion. On her way to her garage she grabbed the last of her necessities in a small clutch bag, she didn’t really need much anyways.

Opening the garage door switched on the lights of the pearl white dome of grace, the light reflected off the shiny surfaces to reveal several supercars, but her favorite in the middle. Circling in show room fashion, her 2015 Ferrari LaFerrari took center stage. Raising the door up she stepped in and let the engine roar in pure in satisfaction. Everything was a go, the young princess peeled out of her condo and down the street, only to be accompanied by her bodyguards in separate black SUV’s.





Ximena arrived fashionably late in a line in front of the Mansion, her tweets had worked their magic. Her little birds managed to alert the media and news sources while followed with a small herd of paparazzi camped out outside the mansion where the other high schoolers were making their way in. It wouldn’t take long for the teens outside to take notice, I mean how could they not with shouts for attention and flashing lights. Almost like drones, her body guards excited their vehicles and laid out what seemed to be an actual red carpet. From the side skirt of her car all the way to the mansion door was an unraveled bundle of red. When Ximena made an entrance, she made an entrance. Stepping out of her car she brandished her beautiful dress and adjoining make up for all the pictures to capture. She made her way down the carpet smiling and waving as her seduction carried her to the doors and towards the party. Immediately she felt the electricity emanating from the people within, her classmates and competition all in one spot. Blocking her path in was none other than Shauna, the actress who couldn’t act her way out of a brown paper bag, and with her Owen and Sol. While XiXi knew the two outside through seven degrees of separation, she was more motivated in catching up with her worthy adversary.

Putting some kick into her step she sauntered off towards the doors giving Owen a playful wink and sol a kind yet fake smile and wave, before she caught up to Shauna as she was flagged down by a group of undesirable women. XiXi grabbed her butt while she appeared to her side leaning in, “I didn’t expect to run into you so quickly. I guess they really let anyone into this party.”
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Issa | Grayson | Pippa
Lambswool | Tall Dark & Handsome | Retro Pixie



“Where do you think you’re going? You have practice tomorrow!” Grayson’s dad beckoned as he got all prim and proper for the New Year’s party he was surprisingly invited to. Grayson’s mother didn’t bat an eye as all the rogue programming in her Stepford body had been purged by his father’s command. Alas, Grayson was able to fight his own battles now, not that he wasn’t before.

“It’s a holiday old man, there’s no school or practice. I’ll be back later. Oh, and I’m taking the Gran Torino.” With the last fidgeting of his fingers through his dirty blond hair to encapsulate his rebel look, he was finally content with the way he channeled his inner James Dean. ”Not like you could drive it anyways.” he said under his breath.

“What was that?!” his father bellowed, drool pouring down the side of his mouth like a rabid dog, clearly provoked.

“Happy New Year, Pops.” Grayson said with a gritted smile. Grabbing his keys to his familiar 1969 Ford Torino GT, he quickly shuffled onto the door and into the garage. Ripping the covers off the timeless beast gave life to the small particles of dust that had collected from its last use. It was kind of like Christmas all over again. Throwing back the convertible top, Grayson hopped in and palmed the firm leather steering wheel.

The engine roared as his fingers slipped the keys into the ignition and turned with such ferocity, tonight would be a good night if any. Fingering the 8 track of Phil Collins into the player the crisp sound of In the Air Tonight began to electrify the air. Goosebumps running down his arms with the tinge of adrenaline left him burning rubber down the streets, leaving nothing but burnt tired marks inlaid in the asphalt behind him. The streets were empty and still with the guidance of the luminescent streetlights, the cool night's wind breezed through Grayson’s body like a refreshing wave. Ignition and music went silent as he pulled up to Pippa’s address, exiting the car he composed his appearance once more in his side mirrors before running up her porch and knocking on the door, let the night begin.

Pippa’s parents had left over an hour ago for their annual New Year’s Eve party at the country club. Her younger siblings had been dragged along with them, appropriately dressed like tiny fashion models. Luckily, when Pippa mentioned she wanted to attend Bryant O’Connor son’s party, her father was all for it. Apparently rubbing elbows with the Elite put her father in a good mood. If anything, tonight’s party was getting her out of attending another snob filled society event. Based on videos flooding on snap chat, tonight was going to be something for the history books.Pippa was dressed in her typical fashion: leather pants and black eyeliner galore made up her outfit of the day. She was full of energy and ready to party. She bounced over to answer the door and opened it up to the glorious Grayson.

‘This boy was stupid hot…

Pippa raised her eyebrows and looked him over. The things they could do together… The raven-haired girl almost got lost in her daydreams as she stared at him and smiled. She quickly came back to reality and practically skipped down the steps to his car.

“Let’s do this.” she grinned up over at him. She had a not so obvious crush on him, and though it was clear as day to some people, she hoped not so much to Grayson.

Grayson couldn’t help but try to figure out what to do with his hands- or his face for that matter. Despite coming off naturally cool and mysterious, he always seemed to think otherwise. Rehearsing what he’d say or do as she answered the door played in his mind like a kaleidoscope. His heart skipped a beat when the door opened and the image of Pippa floored his heart as if he got hit by his own car. Grayson’s eyes widened before he cleared his throat and watched the girl give him a warm smile and walk past him to his car. The young man couldn’t help but glance longingly before running off behind her and opening the door for her like any true gentleman. They had been bandmates for some time, but he had never seen her in this light nor did he open up to anyone ever. This was all uncharted territory for the precocious wallflower.

“Don’t you look good tonight, ready for this party?” Grayson managed to spit out while a ball was stuck in his throat. He started the car once more and In The Air Tonight came on once more. “I can change it to something more modern. If you want?” a devilishly sly grin etched on his face flawlessly.

She admired his butt for second as he walked past her to open the car door like her personal prince. “Why thank you, sir.” she said playfully, mimicking a southern accent. She slid into the passenger seat of his car and liked what she heard coming from the stereo.

“You look ridiculously hot as always, and you know I can jam to Phil Collins.” she replied, beaming at him. His smile always made her melt, but that devilish grin he just shot at her made her blush, which was a rarity indeed. She felt her cheeks flare up, and so she looked away as if busying herself with the seatbelt. “This party is going to be stellar.” Pippa said as they backed out of the driveway.

Grayson is usually never caught off guard, even in the backfield of the opponent’s team on a Hail Mary play. Although it seemed he needed to recite a few Hail Mary’s of his own as Pippa rigorously kept him on his toes. The shock of her abrasive compliments stirred him quite a bit, using her fidgeting with her seatbelt as a reprieve to catch his thoughts.

“I hope so, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the best looking one there. I always hated the HOT’s and Candies… Anyway, I guess we should go make our way to Issa house, then.” Grayson set off into the night and moved his arm around the headrest of Pippa’s on this decently cold winter night.

Well, this was a different side of Grayson... She had never had the privilege of hearing him flirt. It was wondrous, and she was enjoying every minute of it. The arm he had around her head rest was going to make her drool, and he smelled so good she had to fight the urge to lean in. Pippa blinked away her wicked thoughts and mentally told herself to focus. She had had a crush on Grayson since before they even formed the band, and the more she got to know him the more that crush grew.

“Yeah, those girls are something else. Hopefully, the Elite can keep them banished, but I have a feeling they will claw their way in.” Pippa said, trying to calm her hormones down by changing the subject. “I’m pretty sure Issa’s at Ray’s as per usual. He basically lives there. By the way, thanks for driving. You know how I hate it.” She said glancing at his flawless face in the rearview mirror.

“You know, I used to think the Elite were bad guys. But the more I’ve hung around them, the less bad they seem. It’s just not my crowd still, ya’ know? I like being in the company of you and the others.” Grayson turned to Pippa and gave her a short wink before turning his attention back on the road.

“Yeah, I was heading in that direction anyways, We should be there soon. It’s my pleasure, it’s not often I have such a pretty pixie in my car, hope it’s not too old for you.” His hand brushed up against her shoulder as he rolled into a stop just outside of Ray’s. With one honk he alerted the boy inside it was time to go.

He turned back to Pippa. “We’ll have to continue this at the party before we play.” Another smile before moving his arm away.

”I watch the work of my kin bold and joyful
Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths”

Issa bobbed his head as the beat picked up to one of his favorite songs. Ray’s Vinyl was quietly packed, as usual, people littered throughout wearing headphones listening to their interesting songs. Issa, being the special child, stood there dancing to the getting more sporadic in his movements with every passing second until he jerked too hard to the left and pulled cord out. ”Shatz...Sorry, Ray, I did it again.” Issa said with a goofy smile and a small blush. The 40 something-year-old man just stood behind the counter shaking his head with a sly smirk. Both knew how clumsy Issa was, and Ray had many previous experiences with the boy knocking over setups and even dropping a group of players one time. Issa never meant to make a mess, it just happened and Ray learned to keep a broom on standby whenever the tiny lamb came into his store (which was often).

Aside from his jams, Issa’s mind was on this party tonight. He was not that well versed in his school politics, but it sounded like it was going to be a wild time. He could only hope that his first party ever would end well and that he did not spill the punch. Wait do they serve punch?...Maybe juice? I heard they should have “the good stuff” whatever that means, hope its cherry that’s my fave His thoughts were cut off by the sound of the familiar horn sounding from outside.

Issa hopped up with a smile and practically ran out the store, successfully tripping over a stray box and landing on his face and spilling the vinyl’s over the floor. ”Sorry Ray! Gotta go see you later!” He said with a blushing face and a push on the old glass door, outside Issa brushed himself off and threw a silly smile filled with happiness towards Grayson and Pippa in the red vehicle. He waved and walked towards the car, climbing in the back and sitting in the middle of the fitted leather seats. His childish aura seemed to fill the entire back seat and made it look like he was more comfortable than a newborn baby wrapped in that first blanket. ”Hey Pippa, you ready for tonight? By the way thanks for the ride Grayson.”

Pippa was still silently reeling from Grayson’s last comment when he parked and honked the car. Her shoulder felt like it was on fire in a good way. All she could really do was bite back a huge smile. She could usually come up with one of her feisty, playful, or witty remarks, but they were lost at the moment. Grayson was messing with her mind. She was on the verge of doing whatever Grayson asked her to. Hopefully, some wild dancing at the party would cool her down because right now she was hot. Issa popped into the car, and Pippa purposefully shifted in her seat to move closer to Grayson under the guise she was just twisting around to greet their freshman. “Of course I’m ready. We are going to kill it tonight.” She said bubbling with energy.

There was something strange that occurred within Grayson. Having his childhood ripped from him led to a form of endearment towards Issa. It’s almost as his moral compass pointed him in the direction of responsibility for protecting him. This year had been the year that opened Grayson up the most and he couldn’t make heads or tails of it. “Yeah I Hop—“ cut off by the entrancing scent given off of Pippa, her pheromones were doing their job in roping her suitor in. His eyes lingered on the punk girl who was dangerously close to him now,

“Yeah let's put on a show for the ages, show these elites who the real elite are.”

Grayson continued his trip into the night only blocks away from the party now, mansions lined the street as if they were each a house from the Great Gatsby. “So once we get there we’ll find Parker and the rest Yeah? Get set up after a few drinks. Don’t worry Issa I’ll sneak you some” Grayson eyeing him through the rearview mirror.

Pippa didn’t drink, she had been wasted exactly two times in her life, and both times ended up acting like a nymphomaniac, and waking up next to plastered Pippa’s bad choices. She also had experienced an alcoholic’s bullshit at an early age and her conclusion was to steer clear of the drinking. Reefer, on the other hand, was something she was all for. “Good idea. Hopefully, Parker and Mario are already there.”

”Why would you have to sneak me drinks? Plus I can get my own, I’m not 4 dude.” Issa smiled a Grayson through the mirror and bounced in his seat like the child he was. The party was a big thing for Issa, he has been to a couple of kickbacks but not a popular party. Most of the time he either can’t get in or does not have anyone to go with so tonight was a good opportunity. One of the many high school experiences that Issa longed for was approaching quickly, literally.

She looked at herself in the side mirror and ruffled her bangs into place. She squeezed her legs together fighting the desire to hop on Grayson lap like a crazy person, and possibly scar Issa for life. A deep breath of the cool night air helped. What the hell are you doing Pippa, calm yourself…Jesus! It’s just a crush…Yes, he is sexy. Yes, he is kind of perfect but...but... She was trying to rationalize her feelings when they finally arrived.

The ride to the house was not that long and ended with Grayson parking his car and trio making their way inside. It was…DOPE, people everywhere, loud music, solo cups, DANCING, everything Issa could have ever wanted in his first party. All he needed now was to toss back a few “cold ones” (How cold are they?), and see if he could find a spot to cut up some rug.

”Guys call me when you are ready I’m getting a drink.” Issa said, not knowing the implications of his own words, and headed over to the bar.

Issa was full of spunk and quick wit, something he admired out of someone so young. Before he could get a word in edgewise, the young boy had already made his way inside. “Well I guess that’s our cue to follow. Let’s go see what this party is all about.” Grayson hopped out of his car and held the door open for Pippa. In a gallant and brisk fashion, he grabbed Pippa’s hand and took it in his as he guided her with him into the roaring party. He turned to look back to make sure she was still following without resistance, only flashing a suave smile as he egged her on to follow. “Where to next?” asking quickly before the deafening sound of the rest of the party swamped their hearing.
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Location: Random Beverly Hills Beach



Looking away from the incoming waves Marina turned her attention to the sun’s position and noticed that it was probably time for to her head to the party. She had been surfing for most of the day and by the looks of it, had let time get away from her. The girl originally was going to stop by her house, shower and get ready for the party but it looked like she was gonna have to come up with a plan B. Not that she minded, surfing was what the rest of her life revolved around so she knew she could handle the situation.

Turning back towards the incoming waves Marina grinned, there coming her way was the perfect wave. Quickly lying down on her stomach and turning the board swiftly, the beach beauty began paddling moments before the wave caught up. She had set herself up perfectly, the wave and her board becoming the perfect match as she pushed herself up. Standing up she rode the wave, it was a perfect tube allowing her to perform a tube ride. Impressing the other surfers whom she had been flirting with all day and the ones who just got there; who looked at her and saw someone who couldn’t possibly be talented with a body like hers. Well, Marina had the looks and the talent AND she knew it.

As she exited the ocean carrying her surfboard she turned and waved her fingers at the boys in a flirty wave. ”Bye boys~” With a wink she blew the gawking surfers a kiss and made her way to the storage area for surfboards. A place that they did not have in Australia but this was Beverly Hills, so it wasn’t all that surprising. Plus it made it easier for her since she drove a motorcycle.

Dropping off her surfboard she grabbed her dilly bag and went to the nearby locker room, sitting on the bench and opening the bag. She pulled out whatever clothing she had in there only to realize she only had another swimsuit and her pair of shorts she wore earlier. ”Oh darn…. Well, this will have to work.” Standing up she slipped off her wet swimsuit and showered before drying off and putting on the other swimsuit and slipping her short jean shorts on over it. She then added a bit of makeup before stuffing everything back in her bag and leaving the locker room.

Once she made it to her motorcycle Marina opened the seat and threw her bag in grabbing her fringed black leather jacket out, closing the seat after before putting her sunglasses and jacket on. The blonde revved her engine before taking off at a fast speed quickly merging onto the main road of self-driving cars. That was something she would never understand, the appeal of having a vehicle to drive for yourself. The surfer much preferred feeling the wind blowing her hair behind her as she raced down the road, weaving in between the cars. It was perfect for her daredevil blood and desires within her.



Location: El Jefe Beach House
Interacting with: Randos | Owen Mentioned @Universorum


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Swimsuit + Shorts and Jacket

Pulling up to where other cars were parked Marina found a place to park her motorcycle, turning it off and getting off she threw the keys into the seat compartment before locking it so only her fingerprint could unlock it. She smiled and looked around at everyone entering, following after them and heading towards the beach house.

Seeing Owen out front she smirked and blew him a kiss with a wink when he was looking her way. The blonde shortly entered the house and paused looking around the area, ”Now where can a Sheila get a grog?” Finally setting her eyes on the bar she noticed it was busy. She had no desire to wait that long for a drink so she came up with another plan.

Throwing off her jacket and hanging it up on a random hook she found her target, a sophomore basketball player walking away from the bar with his friend and a fresh drink. With a flirty smile on her face, she made her way to the boy and stopped in front of him causing him to stop and look at her. She smirked at him before grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him to her, kissing him. In his shock, he lost grip on his drink but luckily Marina was ready. She pulled away and turned around before looking over her shoulder taking a sip of her new drink. “Thanks for the grog mate.” With a wink she sauntered away from the boys who looked after the girl in shock. The girl walking to find someone to mess with, flirt with or talk to while drinking her drink.
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Interacting with: Min-seo and Parker @Fabricant451
Location: The Bar -> Headed upsteps, my guys


This was going well. The vibe was there, the people were there. The booze was here. The harder drugs would be here, eventually. All in all, Henry had nothing to complain about; his only regret was wishing he’d had more time to train Min-seo on bartending before setting the actual date, but you know what? Life was good. Min-seo was being cute, people liked her — the ever filling tip jar on the counter was proof of that. Henry was planning to take the jar of earnings and purchase her a giant duck plush. She liked ducks; he wasn’t entirely sure why, but as far as he was concerned, she’d earned every cent in that jar. Plus, it made giving her a nickname easy.

The night was going just fine, he thought. No road bumps yet, and his sister and her bitch brigade had yet to arrive, and hopefully they wouldn’t! Plus, Q and A had just arrived, with Q delivering the payload. Henry had stuffed the bag under the bar and handed Q a drink. Once he saw the girl off he grinned and poured himself a shot of the good shit, downing it before he looked at his watch, watching the seconds tick by. Where in the hell was Parker? He was pretty sure he’d told her to come to this party…

Henry shrugged. If she didn’t show up here, she’d be at school eventually, or he could find her at the Diner. It’d been a couple of days since he’d last seen her, and Parker was… well, Parker was Parker. There was no way around that. Loud. Maybe obnoxious. At first, Henry had just befriended her to get her to come home and annoy his mother (Alyssa, not Eve. Eve was alright most of the time), and while that had been a smashing success, he’d gotten somewhat attached to her.

Plus, Parker dug his little dudes, Benedict and Arnold. He couldn’t get rid of her now, Benedict and Arnold needed all the playmates they could get!

Yikes, he was just making excuses for himself now.

Fact of the matter was, Parker was a part of the family now. She was one of his best friends! By proxy, that made her cool — and it meant he had to make sure she was all good. Besides, she could sing like a songbird, strangely enough. Eventually he’d have to tell his mother that, but not yet. Parker was pure, she didn’t need to be corrupted by his mom, or anyone else in that particular industry. Bunch of pricks, honestly.

Parker was gonna tear it up in front of everyone tonight, though. Henry had made sure of that. Henry had spotlights of varying colors ready, he had fireworks ready, Parker was gonna fucking blow everyone’s goddamn minds. And, the other band members would be there too, of course. That drummer girl and whoever the fuck else was in their band. Henry didn’t give a shit.

But none of his masterful plan would come to fruition if Parker wasn’t—

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHH! BEACH HOUSEEEEEEEEEEE! PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


Oof. There was his girl. Henry reached back underneath the counter and withdrew the paper bag he’d received from Q, and opened it up, peering inside. There it was, his secret weapon. He withdrew a brownie, wrapped carefully in cellophane, and kissed it, before sliding the rest of the bag back to its resting place. “Thank you, Mama Powers. Ana always comes through.” Henry had called A Double’s grandparents ahead of time and requested this very specific piece of snack. Stuffed to the brim with THC from an Indica plant (specifically, Skittles — the Powers had named it such because the bud smelled like, well, Skittles), Henry knew it was their only chance to get Parker chilled out enough to actually focus on actually belting some vocals and not running around screeching.

Of course, he’d never give her the full thing. He planned to give her like, a quarter. Maybe half. But Parker hadn’t gotten stoned before (to his knowledge), and he wanted to ease her into it. So Henry unwrapped it, and tore the majority of it off, stuffing it into his own mouth. He chewed and was briefly brought cloudy eyed by how perfect the weed brownie was. Did it even have weed in it? It wouldn’t hit him — he was already at a 10>, it wasn’t getting any better for him. After scarfing it down, he carefully wrapped the remainder (about 2/5ths of it) back up.

Then there were just two more things he needed to get for Parker. One, of course, was the sippy cup. Once upon a time, Parker had been allowed to use a regular thermos, but Henry had realized how much of a mess that usually turned out to be. His solution? Sippy. Cup. It hadn’t failed him yet, and he doubted it would now. Inside of the cup was 16 fluid ounces of Parker’s favorite juice. The sippy cup, he’d realized, helped make it last, too. Parker was either too lazy or too naive to take the lid off and slurp it down, so the forced delay from sippy cup was, well, helpful.

The last piece of the puzzle was in a plastic bag, which he grabbed from the table behind him; Parker’s surprise! Holding the cup and the bag, he jumped over the front of the bar and looked over his shoulder at Min-seo. For a brief second, he wished he had his mother (Alyssa, this time) was present. She spoke Korean much more fluently than he did and was actually able to communicate with Min-seo. Henry was trying to learn enough to make explaining things easier, but he was stumbling. It was probably all the weed. He’d just have to hope she got the basic idea with her grasp of English.

“Sorry, Ducky. I’ll be right back, I just gotta go find Parker and talk to her. You can hear her, right? Parker? Just, hold down the fort.” He paused and looked at the line leading up to the bar. “YO, EVERYBODY. TAKE IT EASY ON MIN-SEO! I GOTTA HANDLE BUSINESS.” With that, Henry gave Min-seo an apologetic smile and disappeared into the crowd.

It wasn’t hard to locate Parker; she never stopped screeching, and once he did find her, Henry put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from sprinting onward into the throngs of people. “Parker! You’re late. Why are you so late? Next time you ride with me…” Henry took a second to take the shorter girl in, zeroing in on her grass-stained knees and chocolate covered face. “Why are you so messy, dude?! You’re supposed to sing with your band tonight! Here, take this.” He thrust the sippy cup into her hands, then began to lead her through the people, toward the staircase.

“You need a bath… Parker, how do you even manage, man? It’s always something with you. It’s pretty nutty, you’re lucky you’re dope or I dunno if I could handle the stress.”
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For whatever reason, Olivia had found herself in the company of her BFFL Josie and her not-as-much-of-a-bffl-but-still-cool-with Roz. The two had gotten the crazy idea of crashing the party that was happening tonight after not receiving invitations. The audacity the organizers had. Right now, they were figuring out what needed to be done, how it needed to be done, and when it needed to be done.

Josie sat in front of a mirror putting the finishing touches on her makeup still a bit angry about how they didn't receive invitations. It especially was insult to injury considering the fact she definitely thought of Lawrence and Damian as good friends. “I mean it has to be an oversight right? From a picture of the invitation I got one of the girls on the dance team to send it said everyone but H.O.T. and Candyland.” Josie turned to face the two girls, “We sure as hell aren't either so why are we not invited?!” Some of her anger made it out as her voice got a bit louder than she meant for it to be. Taking a deep breath she shook her head, “well we can just show up in a way to make them regret not inviting us.”[/color] Looking to Olivia a smirk grew on her face.

Roz was surprised to see Josie upon her arrival, but it wasn’t terribly surprising considering the friendship she and Olivia had. Roz had been sitting atop the counter, her feet dangling above the ground and her expression one of boredom, confusion, and just a bit of mischief. The three of them looked a bit out of place - well technically Roz made them that way. If someone were to look in on the three of them, Roz would be the odd woman out; even the grunge queen felt that way but she was confident enough in herself not to let that bother her. It was the others she didn’t have confidence in. Presently, Roz was sniffing the collar of her shirt. It smelled faintly of weed and beer and she could account for one of those. Her fault for wearing a shirt that didn’t belong to her. ”I can tell you in two words why I wasn’t invited.” Roz stopped sniffing her collar and pointed at herself. ”Literally unimportant. Fuck knows about you two. Maybe you didn’t shake your tits for the Pauper Princes enough.”

Olivia shrugged when she was trying to think about why she wasn’t invited. ”Maybe. I can’t shake something I don’t have.” Honestly, Olivia thought that Roz was going to be the most likely out of all them to be invited. Roz seemed like the kind of person that knew how to get down and hang with whatever happened at these parties. Matter of fact, she could probably drink every single person at that party under the table. It was really an injustice done to her. She leaned over to wherever Josie was and tapped her on the shoulder. ”You got any ideas, Jo? Roz here can outdrink fuckin’ everyone, so it’s probably not her.”

”Hopefully for the sake of the idiots they just forgot to give us our invitations but if that’s not the case, I still stand by the idea of making them regret not inviting us.”

”I’d say they’ll regret it already,” Roz mumbled under her breath, checked herself before saying anything further on that particular subject, then returned to the subject at hand while tilting her head back and admiring the ceiling tile. Getting one person into a party was easy, bluffing the guard was old habit and even if the guard had the capacity for rational thought, usually a twenty in the pockets was enough to get by. But this was a slightly different beast. These were rich kids. They wiped their ass with hundreds and blew their noses with fifties. Twenties were about as useful as a magnetic stud finder without a pencil. That presented both a challenge and a unique opportunity. ”Forget about the why of it all. The why doesn’t matter, it’s the what. I know it’s repulsive, but try to think like those wanna-be gods up on Olympus. This is their big night, and it’s a clear power play by not inviting the Thot Patrol and the Bitch Brigade. Bad blood, bad breakup, bad sex, whatever it is there’s animosity there. But if I was one of those slags,” Roz once heard the word ‘slags’ on television and liked it enough to adopt it to her own vernacular. It rolled off the tongue.

”I wouldn’t be letting a banning stop me from going. No doesn’t mean no to these people, it means ‘how much to say yes’. None of us are part of those groups and since this is the big night, they probably don’t want any trouble apart from, again, the Thots and the Bitches. We’re in a good position. Now if I could, I’d show up with one of those banned folks as my plus one and watch the fireworks, but that would require being around them for longer than is medically feasible. What we should do is make an entrance, take the attention away from the supposed ‘elite’. I say we throw bigass rocks through the windows, blame it on some underclassman, and use the chaos to sneak in. Breaking something means having to pay for repairs. They hate that. Anyone else got anything?”

Playing with one of her hair coils, Josie listened to Roz her heading nodding in agreement to most of the things she was saying. Her nodding stopped when it was suggested to throw rocks through the windows, that was not something she could really get on board with. ”Maybe we think of something less… damaging to property. I’m pretty sure that the JROTC would not approve of that at all nor would my father. I could do without punishment from both of those groups. Plus I bet a lot of people will be there so it will be pretty much impossible to get away with that.”

Standing up Josie walked over to a window and for a moment stared out it before walking back to the girls having another idea, ”What if we just beat them at their own games? Draw the attention in a different way? I can’t, but I know you two would have no problem drinking their asses under the table and I’m sure I can draw attention to the dance floor. I can even get one or two of my girls from the dance team to help. We just make it so they aren’t the main focus or the most remembered thing from the party.” Smiling the brunette looked from one girl to the other, ”What do you guys think? Anything else to add?”

Olivia, when hearing Roz’s idea of breaking through the window, was slightly intrigued. The wrestler knew that she was more than capable of chucking some bigger rocks through. But, remembering Josie’s status with some of the clubs at school meant that idea was dead in the water. Putting her head on her arms, she was trying to think. Josie damn well knew that any of Olivia’s ideas would be involving violence and would be a hard no, Simon Cowell style.

Then, Josie came up with an idea that almost struck fear into the poor girl’s heart. Almost. After thinking it through and letting it sink into that battered brain of hers, she realized that she didn’t have to do any dancing which was fine. ”Y’know what? I like Josie’s idea. Roz and I can get drunk, and Josie can get her freak on.” Nobody knew just how grateful Olivia was that she didn’t have to actually dance.

Roz knew when to fight and when to relent and this situation was falling firmly into the latter camp. The others had something resembling a reputation that could be ruined with petty, but fun, vandalism and because of her good nature Roz was willing to let said reputations go untarnished. Chances were high something was going to be broken anyway, be it physical or emotional. Roz hopped down from the countertop and rolled her head ‘round her shoulders. Must’ve been the way she slept last night, had her neck all stiff. ”Well, it’s the safer, more boring option for sure. Could throw balls into cups, cause a scene at the pong table. You want eyes on us, that’s a way to do it. Might even raise our stock.”

If there was one thing that Roz was certain of, it was that the students were a bunch of lightweights who drank to pass out because that’s what ‘cool’ was. Pacing didn’t matter. Getting something hard and chugging it then repeating it was commonplace. Roz knew enough about liquor and she who ruled the beer bong ruled the party. ”Try not to slut it up on the dance floor yeah, Jos? You’re better than that.”

”The only ones slutting up the dance floor will be the ones who thinking grinding is dancing. I at least know what actual dancing is.” The dancer knew what Roz was getting at, yeah some dances she had performed in the past had what could be considered some sluttier dance moves but they were always done with taste. She made sure of that, especially now as the dance captain, nothing could be taken to far like some captains had let it in the past few years.

But dancing was an art and no matter how the artist believed it was performed, it all really came down to the eye of the beholder and how they viewed the piece. Some would oversexualize things and that was just part of life. Josie honestly could care less because if it was up to her standards then it didn’t matter if other people liked it or not, misinterpreted it or not. At least she got to enjoy what she loved.
Focusing back on their plan, some important questions came to mind, ”So are we going to do each event at the same time or separately? If separately, when should we time them so we get this perfect?”

”Same time. Creates more confusion. The more confusion we have the more likely our plan will work.” Olivia was thinking. She had to stand up to make her thoughts more organized. Pacing back and forth, she was seeing if she could figure out something else to do. Turns out there wasn’t anything else Olivia could think of to make the plan better. The plan sounded perfect, but execution was another question. But, knowing Josie and whatever she knew of Roz, the plan was gonna be perfect.

”So… how are we gonna get there?

”Well, I don’t know about you two but I hoofed it here.” Roz leaned against the same counter she had just been sitting on, her thumbs resting in the belt loop of her pants while her fingers were resting in her pockets. Of the present problems this one seemed the most easily solvable. ”How much cash ya’ll got? If you don’t wanna walk there then I suggest we call a ride. I can pitch in ten. Maybe twenty.”

”I got an uber because I’m banned from taking my car to these type of events…” Josie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. ”I can pitch in however much. My dad is paying so I can cover the whole thing if needed. At least he is nice enough for that part of things.” Shrugging she watched to see how the others would react.

”Yeah, let’s take an uber… and hopefully your dad will cover the fare back. Ain’t none of us gonna be able to drive after this.” Olivia looked toward Josie and winked, hinting at just how much alcohol she was gonna consume at this party.
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I N T E R A C T I O N S — Veronica(mentioned @Hero), his parents(NPCs)

There was only one week left until the new semester started and that meant only three months, if that, left until it was the perfect weather to surf. That, above all else, was what kept Kai going through these troubled times of limited surfing. He only caught ten surfs today. Yes, that’s right: only ten. Of course, this was counting the entire day, but at the end of the day, Kai found that not to be enough, especially with all of the free time that he found himself having. His surf didn’t even encompass the entire afternoon. By the time he was able to get home, it wasn’t even five yet. Sure, he worked up quite the appetite and had a bit of a feast. Afterwards, he had to take a short nap.The keyword here, obviously, is short.

Only an hour seemed to pass when Kai went to dreamland. Groggy, he wandered out to the balcony connected to his room and had the sight of a beautiful sunset. His house was just a few clicks away from the beach. The beautiful reds and orange that were aligned with the blues and greens of the ocean was quite the sight. Though nowhere as breathtaking as those that he remembered from Hawaii, it had been something that he grown used to. Hell, Kai might even say he enjoyed the sight that his room allowed.

But the other sight he had wasn’t as beautiful. In fact, he saw the final boxes moved in next door. The Salvadors had new company. He couldn’t be bothered to remember who it was, but he knew Veronica had a new stepsister because her father remarried. He didn’t know the specifics, but ever since that happened, she’s been extra bitchy. As a result, she’s been taking it out on him. Kai would never begin to understand what he did to deserve such attention from such an unruly girl. She was easy on the eyes, that much Kai couldn’t deny, but she was the furthest thing from a delight. Always calling him Momo when he has told her more times than he could count on his fingers and toes to call her Kai.

“God she’s a nightmare.” He mused, scowling at the pure thought of her coming out to her own balcony that was opposite to his. Funny how fate kept on forcing them to interact. No, wait, that’s not funny at all. “Better get back inside before fate tries to force an interaction with her.” Kai shivered at the thought and heeded his own advice.

As his mind wandered, for the next hour, Kai did a list of things: showered to get the stench of the sea off of him, ate something light, and dressed in some fashionable, yet comfortable clothes. When he finished, he had a short conversation with his parents. His father would mention a party that one of his colleagues mentioned their friend’s son was hosting. Jeff something or rather. Kai rolled his eyes, but Kaleo was forceful about this. In his own words: No son of mine is going to spend New Year’s Eve alone. He tried to protest but his father wouldn’t take no for an answer. He even offered to let Kai use his Lexus. He sighed. Wanting to say no, Kai knew his father would insist. The last thing he wanted to do was extend this conversation, so he took his father’s car keys, exited the house, and got into his father’s car.

So this was where I was at? Instead of chilling at home, maybe catching reruns of Dragon Ball Mega, I have to attend this lame party. Thanks, pop. Really, thank you.



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I N T E R A C T I O N S — No one.

Kai had taken the long way to the party. Sure, he could’ve gone straight for it at a few turns, but why rush? He certainly wasn’t in any rush to get to a party that, if it hadn’t been for his father, wouldn’t even be attending. But alas, that was a dead horse, so he gave up trying to make it hee-haw again. Instead, he would simply enjoy the view as he casually hovered his way to it. The closer he got to the party, however, the more obvious it became what sort of people were making their way to it. He saw all sorts of cars passing him as he was on the sidewalk. Cars that belonged to people he recognized from school and cars that had the sort of people that he wanted to avoid, yet he was heading right into the lion’s den.

This was going to be a mistake.

There was this movie in the 2010s that was about some family called We’re The Millers. Kai’s father was a big fan of it. Apparently, it had some actress from back in the day known as Jennifer Aniston. Truth be told, Kai never found the film all that interesting, but there was this one line in direct response to some rapper-wannabe when he showed the Millers his tattoo that had the word regrets misspelled by replacing the first ‘e’ with ‘a’. What Kai was experiencing was exactly what Jason Sudakis’ character felt when he saw that tattoo.

What the damn hell did I just walk myself into? I have regrets. And not just a single letter. It’s the entire damn word.

Kai parked his father’s about a block away from where everyone else was heading. The last thing he wanted was to get locked in by the hoard of people he saw were heading the same direction he was. Besides, the walk would be good for his approach to this. How did one enjoy themselves at a party they didn’t want to go to in the first place? Obviously, this would require some planning, though maybe not. Parties were known to be an enjoyable environment. And they were near the beach. If anything, this would be a nice excuse to participate in this party without actually having to endure the stupidity of the popular kids.

“What a fantastic idea. Glad I thought of it.”

Sometimes Kai amused himself so much that he forgot that talking to yourself wasn’t a sign of a healthy, mental state. Right, he’ll work on that at some point. But bottom line was that he knew how to enjoy this party and didn’t have to get involved in the politics he had made it his mission to avoid.

Right, now that was decided, Kai could finally enter the jungle. Hopefully, none of the stealthy tigers would try and pounce. He wasn’t good with confrontation.

But maybe that was just hoping for the impossible. Even if he wasn’t the subject of it, every corner he turned, Kai was either in the way of someone trying to get the attention of someone else or was being bumped into. Had he been any other person, he would’ve made a big deal out of all of the times he was mistakenly called on or bumped into. Instead, he tried to get through the massive hoard of people bumping and grinding and pressing the limits of his personal space just so he could get to the bar. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, but he sure could go for something soothing. “Whatever's fine, I guess,” Kai told the person serving drinks. He didn’t really care one way or the other what he got to drink. The only thing that honestly mattered to him was finding some enjoyment amongst the chaos.
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Collab with @Fabricant451
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Henry Green and his autistic daughter Parker Ashford
Location: A bathroom, all alone
Interacting with: Just each other. Let your imaginations run wild.



Ever since arriving at the party there wasn’t a moment where Parker wasn’t excited and a beach house full of party goers could corroborate that. It was more than just excitement, which she certainly had in spades, she just seemed incapable of taking a moment to chill and enjoy the atmosphere. When it came to Parker, everything was turned to eleven. Had she been given free reign, there was a high chance she would wind up tiring herself out and taking a nap wherever she happened to run out of energy, but given that she was loaded up on cereal marshmallows and a decadent cupcake there was no predicting when, if ever, that energy would run out. It was good, then, that her zooming around the party, screeching like a banshee, was suddenly interrupted. One second she was running and weaving through people and the next her feet were just moving without taking her anywhere.

“HENRY!” Parker stopped trying to run when she looked up and saw the familiar face of her friend. It saved her the trouble of continually running through the house looking for him inbetween all her shouting and general verbal mischief. Her excitement and wide-eyed delight only increased when the sippy cup was given to her. Immediately she put the tip to lips and knocked it back. Ambrosia! Divine nectar of the celestials! The sweet tang of grape and sugar. The taste of grape juice on the tongue was like a shot of premium fuel to the gas tank which, oddly enough,for Parker made her stand still rather than shoot off again at record speed. “HENRY! I GOT LOST BUT IT’S OKAY SHAUNA DO YOU KNOW HER? SHE LET ME HAVE A CUPCAKE AND TOOK ME HERE! WAIT WHAT ABOUT THE BAND?”

Parker was speaking all the way towards the stairs, stopping as they started to ascend them. This was the first she was hearing of it. Or else she forgot, which was the more likely scenario. She took another sip from the cup, this one more out of anxiousness than actual thirst or need.

“THE BAND CAN’T PLAY I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING COOL TO WEAR! I GOTTA GO BACK AND GET SOMETHING!” Panic was setting in, and if it didn’t mean the cup would fall to the floor and potentially spill, Parker would’ve been clutching at her head in emphasis.

Geeze, Parker didn’t stand a chance without him, did she? As she started to freak out about not having anything cool to wear, Henry just grinned and held up the plastic bag in his hand. “Parker, chill. I got you, check it out. Even got you a hat, my guy.” He opened the bag and the contents looked like something out of an old school Michael Jackson video. A shiny black jacket inset with stones that shined in the light, a single bejeweled white glove, and the most important part of the ensemble: the black hat. “Don’t trip. I done set everything up just right for you. Here, I got you some chocolate. You like chocolate, right?” Henry reached into his pocket and withdrew the brownie from before, unwrapping it and holding out to Parker.

“You eat this, we’ll go upstairs, I’ll get you a bubbly bath a-rockin’, but I’m setting a timer so you don’t stay in too long, then you change into this shit, and you’ll be ready to SLAY THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE. This is your MOMENT, Parker Ashford. YOUR opportunity. SEIZE IT. You knock the house down and tomorrow I’ll get you pancakes. If you kill it out there, I’ll hook you up with some fireworks too.” Henry explained, before tugging at Parker to urge her up the stairs. He didn’t know when the band was supposed to play, actually… didn’t matter. He’d figure it out. Parker would happily mess around in the bubble bath for as long as possible.

Henry had a knack for coming through in the clutch; Parker wasn’t quite sure how he did it, maybe he was some kind of wizard? It didn’t really matter the how or why, just that Parker had a need and as usual there was Henry to provide. The cosmos grinned when Parker ran into Henry for the first time. Whenever Parker needed a fix of her juice, she could turn to him, it was a good system they had. The outfit definitely fell in the cool category - anything that was that sparkly definitely qualified - plus it came with a hat. Sure the hat would cover up the barrettes but that was the price one paid for cool.

Parker nodded at the outfit, then nodded harder at the brownie. Two chocolates in one day? It wasn’t even her birthday! The sippy cup found a temporary home under her arm as her still chocolate-crumb-having hands greedily dug into the brownie. She ripped off a chunk, tossed it between her teeth, and was already pulling off another piece before swallowing the first. Parker didn’t let a good thing go to waste, shoveling the brownie down in record time; of course she washed it down with another sip from the cup. “BUBBLE BATH, YEAH. YEAH YEAH YEAH!” She was nodding at the suggestion and though it seemed like the brownie might not have taken hold, the fact that her nods were slower and her words slightly lower in volume meant that whatever was in the brownies were starting to work their magic.

“LOTTA BUBBLES. LOTTA! BUBBLES!” If nothing else, she was finally done shrieking around the place. That was sure to reduce the amount of headaches.

One step at a time, they climbed the staircase, and Henry went straight down the hall to the room at the end, the locked door of the master bedroom. Henry stuffed his hand into his pocket and withdrew the key that Damian had given him, and unlocked the door, pulling Parker in behind him. Once they were both securely inside, he shut and locked the door. “Hey, don’t break nothin’ in here. Damian trusted me with the key, now I’m trusting you with the room, dig?” With that, Henry led her into the master bathroom.

He sat down on the ledge of the bath and spun the dials, letting it fill up a bit before he dumped some of the bubble mix into it. Then he stood up and went over to the drawers, digging around for a second before retrieving a bath bomb, which he held out to Parker. “You wanna do the honors, little dude?”

This place was so cool that Parker couldn’t really handle it all; the master bathroom was totally different than what she was used to - but then when her idea of a shower consisted of turning the hose on and pretending to fight a water-shooting snake, literally anything would be a step up. The brownies had to have been working, at least, given that Parker didn’t immediately start to scream in excitement. It was present, the excitement, just moreso in her expression and her frantic nods of approval.

“YES. YES! YEAH YEAH! Parker took the bath bomb, taking just a moment to admire how it looked kind of like a piece of candy, with the bright colors. She knew better than to take a bite of it but the temptation was definitely there. Fortunately, it was more fun to use the bomb as intended - which she happily did by slamming it into the bathwater. Her arm strength was such that the water didn’t get everywhere, but a few drops did manage to cross boundaries and drip to the floor. She watched with boundless excitement as the bathwater changed color - kind of like how adding milk to the bag of marshmallows made the milk turn blue and yellow. “YEAH! NO PEEKING! GO GO GO!” It was bath time for Parker, and that meant she was trying to push Henry out of the door. Bless her for trying to move the guy.

Henry moved himself toward the door, in such a way that he allowed Parker to at least believe she was pushing him out of the room. As he walked, he tapped on his phone, setting a timer. “Alright, Park. You got fifteen minutes to bath. After that, I’m bustin’ in. SCRUB. Wash behind your ears too. And wash your hair! Use conditioner. Damian’s ma got the good shit in there. Use it. Are you hungry? Do you need food? I can get you some snacks together. For when you’re done.”

“I KNOW!” Parker pouted at the listing of requirements. Her mother once gave similar rules and she had a similar response. Where Parker was concerned, being told how to clean and wash was basically people treating her like a little kid. She wasn’t! She’d been here for a lot of years! Though the mention of food turned the small pouting frown into a much more normal expression of joy. “YEAH! CRACKERS….CRACKER SANDWICHES!” There were few things better than having crackers and peanut butter after a soothing bath. She used to like the ones that had orange crackers but the wrappers changed and they were too hard to open, but any would do.

“BUT LEAVE FOR REAL NOW! THANKS, HENRY! YOU’RE THE BEST!” Grape juice, chocolate, a party, a cool outfit, a bath, and now crackers? This was shaping up to be the best party ever. Fifteen minutes, that was a long time, and Parker was going to enjoy it to the fullest. She would even try not to splash around too much, because that might make Henry mad, and after being given cool things that was the last thing she wanted to do. Music soothes the beast in mythology, but material goods, special brownies, and the prospect of food seemed to work in soothing the Parker.
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"Matty come on. Mom and Dad won't know or find out plus I really need to return Grayson's camera and get mine back. I know he will be at the party so it's the best chance to do it since I'm supposed to take pictures at the church Sunday." Miriam pleaded with her brother, already dressed for the party. While the younger sibling was for the most part being truthful for her reasoning of wanting to stop by the party, she did have an ulterior motive of wanting to get her brother out of the house. Something he had been refusing to do since returning home, only leaving for church or church events.

The mission trip had taken her brother, put him through hell and thrown him back into a household of his own personal hell, one where she knows he feels alone. He had told her. That was one thing that luckily hadn’t changed, their trust for one another. Miriam trusted Matthew with everything and Matthew trusted Miriam with everything just the same. Matt was thankful for having that relationship with his sister. He knew even if he felt alone in his house Miriam was right there besides him, even when he couldn’t see her. The siblings shared a bond that no one else could quite understand nor would anyone else in their lives ever make it anywhere close to that type of bond.

Unfortunately that bond came with some downfalls, for example when Matt was going to say no he saw his sister pull her puppy dog face, once she had perfected years ago, that he could not ever say no to. “Ugh… fine Mimi. But on two conditions!” The elder brother held up two fingers with one hand as his other ran through his already messy blonde hair. ”One, I am not changing. Two, we do not stay longer than an hour, preferably 30 minutes!”

Miriam grinned widely at her brother doing a quick once over of his outfit to make sure it was good enough for a New Years Eve party. He had on tan pants with a blue button up long sleeve over a white t-shirt. It wasn’t too casual but not too fancy either so it was good enough. ”You’ll have all the boys falling for you while we are there Matt! Now let’s go. We can’t be late or else I may never find Grayson.” Miriam grabbed Matt’s hand after carefully grabbing Grayson’s camera bag, then she dragged him out to his car as he groaned grabbing his keys off the hook as they passed the place where keys hung. If there was one thing he hated his sister talking about, it was about him getting out there or anything about him and other boys. Not after what he went through, but Miriam refused to let him hide away fully from who he was and if there was one thing he knew about his sister it was that she was stubborn and if her mind was set on something then it would happen.



Location: El Jefe Beach House
Interacting with: JJ @Avanhelsing



”You can get your keys back when I decide it’s time for us to leave the party. Now go see your old friends. Make new ones! Have fun Matt! It’s New Years Eve! Basically the time for new beginnings!”

A frown formed on his face as he watched his sister runoff after stealing his car keys and giving him a pat on the cheek. Pinching the bridge of his nose he began to walk towards the party after her, ”I am so getting her back for this…” Walking by different people Matt looked around, seeing new faces and old. It was weird to be at a party again, he hadn’t been since before… he shook his head. Matt didn’t want to think about that, not if he was going to be forced to be at this party for however long his sister wanted them to be there.

His sister wanting to be at a party, being willing to stay at a party reminded him of how much had changed since he left. His sister talked about never participating in such an event where she could be tempted by the devil in so many different ways. Miriam had even told him one time her freshman year that she was actually scared of the idea of partying. Obviously that was no longer true, she’d definitely become less religious since he left. Matt kept it to himself, but he was honestly proud of that, it proved and showed just how much she cared for him and really was on his side. Even if she ditched him to fend for himself at this party after being gone for over a year.

Looking around Matt decided he wanted nothing to do with all the sweaty, dancing bodies in the main area so he pushed himself through the crowd, giving small waves to those who noticed and somehow remembered who he was. Once getting through he went out onto the back deck and leaned against the back railing staring out at the beach and ocean, letting his mind wander. But he was snapped back to reality when he heard someone approach him and begin speaking to him, turning to face the guy talking to him he couldn’t help but instantly notice how attractive the guy was. Refocusing on the guy’s words, ”-you are new? Oh and would you like a beer?”

”Uh, sure thanks.” Matthew took the beer, trying to ignore the fact that a part of him was definitely turned on by that sweet like honey Texan accent. ”I guess you could say I’m new in a way, just been away from school I guess is the best way to put it.” He let out a chuckle that was somewhat sarcastic but if you didn’t know him you wouldn’t be able to tell that well. When the guy introduced himself as JJ, Matthew smiled reaching his empty hand out feeling a minor surge of confidence that he wanted to use while it lasted. ”Matthew Archer, but most call me Matt. Pleasure to meet you JJ."

This boy in front of Matt was doing something to him that he didn’t know how to react to and he knew this boy was probably going to change his life. For the good? Who knows, but it was a chance he was willing to take at this point. His life couldn’t really get much worse than it was. Maybe he’d be thanking his sister by the end of the night, now that would be a shock… but a good one. One he was hoping for.



Location: El Jefe Beach House
Interacting with: Pippa and Grayson@Syn@Emma



”You can get your keys back when I decide it’s time for us to leave the party. Now go see your old friends. Make new ones! Have fun Matt! It’s New Years Eve! Basically the time for new beginnings!” Giving her brother a quick kiss on the cheek she ran off before he could steal his keys back from her. But as soon as she reached the actual party she became more like she was at school.

Stepping inside the door and looking around she held Grayson’s camera bag closer to her. Maybe she should have left it in the car, well it was too late for that. Mimi would just have to do her best to protect it by keeping it close to her. Doing so she pushed into the crowd, immediately regretting doing so. At only 5’0” she was easy to push around and get moved without wanting to be. This was her first party and the younger Archer was definitely beginning to regret choosing to come, but she shook that thought out of her head because this was for her brother… and for Grayson as his camera bag was currently hugged against her chest. Mainly for her brother though.

With more determination she used her shoulder to push against people saying the occasional ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ as she did so until she spotted her friend Pippa. Deciding to just go talk to her for now she began to make her way that way, but when she got closer Miriam noticed that Pippa was holding hands with Grayson, making her smile. It was obvious the dark-haired girl liked the boy and seeing this made her happy for Pippa. The situation was also highly convenient for Mimi.

Quickly making her way to them, she tapped both of them on the shoulder before returning to holding the camera bag against her chest as people were still pushing against her. She was not going to have made it this far just to lose the camera. ”Hi Pippa. Hi Grayson.” Mimi tried to talk loud enough to be heard above the music, but she wouldn’t be surprised if she could be heard. Being surrounded by so many people brought out her shy side which meant she naturally just talked quieter. Looking down at their hands and looking to Pippa, she gave the girl a knowing smile before turning to Grayson. ”Umm Grayson, I have your camera. We must have somehow switched by accident.” Once again hoping she had been heard, she looked to them and waited for them to say something. Feeling a bit awkward standing still in the middle of the party.
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The naturally indifferent Soleil Jameson was having a hard time keeping her composure as her Moon slowly made his way to where she stood next to Owen. There he was, walking over to her in the usual confident swagger that made her swoon. That lean 6’0” frame that slightly towered over her when they embraced. The curly dark brown hair she loved to run her fingers through. The jawline so sharp it could cut through one’s very soul. The dark skin she’d been running her hands around for the past year and a half. The full lips that set her body ablaze wherever they came in contact.

But the moment he locked those stunning brown eyes on hers and smiled, Shady used up all of her self control to not start bawling and jump straight into his strong arms.

She was smitten, all right, with the one and only Kayleb Carson: the young man who’d managed to tear down every single one of the walls she’d built to keep herself safe with a single look.

Finally, here was her Moon.

However, before he could approach her, someone else entered the fray. It was an old face, but someone Shady was very much familiar with. Back in her freshman year, she had fallen into the trap of an upperclassmen, resulting in the loss of her virginity and trust for anyone in the romance department. Things hadn't lasted for more than a week, but the lesson had been enough to make Sol swear off relationships and focus her energies on the gym instead.

Then came Kay... But that was a different story.

The older teen was making her way towards the entrance when she gave Sol a knowing smile. Flashbacks of the few times they were together flooded Sol’s mind, but they were instantly pushed away. Shauna Flynn, although the first one to introduce her to the pleasures of life, had been nothing more than a beginners mistake.

Never again.

"Soleil. Always good to see a familiar face."

“Oh, I'm sure.” she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes and shaking her head before turning back to the parking lot while Shauna walked away.

She hoped to God Kay hadn't seen this, prayed the crowd coming through the door had blocked his view. On the times they had gone out on dates (very far from the Hills, to avoid being spotted), the young man had proven to be quite the protective jealous type. Soleil very much knew Hell would freeze over if her moon had witnessed the exchange.

As Kay readied his approach to the sun, a shadow cast over his vision and blocked the rays of light. It was Shauna… Fucking Shauna Flynn: the one who stole what was Kay’s. She’d taken the cookie, robbed the bank, shook the fucking cradle, and took something that rightfully belonged to him. To say he disliked her was an understatement. She could go die, for all he cared, and Kay meant that. It took a lot to get under Kay’s skin, but that woman seemed to do it. And Sol knew that.

It was too late. Kay had seen the moment shared by the two of them. He did not care if it was just in passing or something small. The moon’s surface had already begun to heat, and he was only getting hotter by the second. Fuck discretion, fuck the lie: Sol was his and she had somehow forgotten that in his absence.

There are many different reasons as to why Kay took the next few actions. He missed sol, he was slightly aroused, his manhood felt challenged, and he did not like Shauna Flynn. So with his mind and face set in steel, Kay walked over to Sol and stood a few feet from her and Owen.

“... Sol, come here.” His voice was even and calm, his face set in stone... But his eyes were pools of light chocolate anger. He was pissed and it was evident. Kay did not care if Sol wanted to say hidden. He did not care what anyone else said. Soleil was his, and Paris made him realize how much he needed her, what he was willing to give to make that happen.

A sinking feeling washed up inside Sol as she saw Kay walking up to her while giving her the look. She'd heard the stories about his anger from him and his brother from two other mothers Henry, but had thankfully never witnessed it first-hand, much less be the target of it. To her horror, it seemed that tonight her luck had run out, and she knew there would be no way to get out of it.

“What do you want, Carson?” she asked, deciding to play dumb to see if he would drop it. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him a scowl.

“Well Jameson, why the hell were you talking to Shauna? Did you forget about something important, or should I remind you?” Kay’s voice and face stayed the same, but eyes only got worse. One would think the anger would pool over and pour down his face like tears.

Shooting back with the last name and everything? That was a new one...Soleil raised an eyebrow at him, letting out a disbelieving laugh. She wasn't going to let him get to her. She had done nothing wrong. Jameson doesn't owe you any fucking explanations, Carson. Who do you think you are, asking for them, anyway?”

“Oh… Who am I?” Kay said with a sick smile. The smile seemed to only stress his anger and not cover it, but then he dropped it. “Maybe you forgot about the dude dicking you down every other day of the week. You know, the guy who FUCKING LOVES YOU!! But whatever, though. Who the fuck am I, right? Kay said with a raise of his voice. He was done playing games with the woman who owned his heart. She need to “man-up” and claim her prize before it left. He loved Sol like nobody's business, and it was that lack of a concrete foundation that made him insecure and vulnerable.

Noticing that keeping up the act had done nothing but light up the flame, Sol decided to drop it and get on the defensive. It didn't even register with her that he had just outed them in front of everyone. It was the fact that he was making a scene for no goddamned reason that was getting to her, blocking her from seeing reason.

“It is NOT like that, Kay, and you fucking know it. I didn't do anything wrong, you fucking psychopath. I didn't even smile at her!” she spat, very much angry herself now: the excessive use of the word ‘fuck’ and the constant use of hand gestures like pointing attested to this. At the moment, anyone who knew Sol’s mother Sierra could see the similarities between mother and daughter. Her green eyes were ablaze, her usually light-skinned face tinged with red. “Do you really think I would go back to that when you've got me wrapped around your fucking finger for the last one and a half fucking years?! Wake the fuck up, Kay. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Great! Fucking awesome. It's too late for you to run, anyways: everyone knows now. Your ass is mine, Soleil Jameson.” Kay said with a bold smile, before he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard on the lips. Call it a impulse or him just marking what's his, but he did it. Kay wanted to convey the burning passion he had for Sol through that kiss- and every single one after, for that matter. Fuck the school and her reputation. After tonight, Sol was his, and he wanted everyone and their mothers to know it.

To say she was expecting what happened next was a lie. But to say she hadn’t secretly wanted this all along was also a lie. The moment Kay grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, Sol forgot everything else. She kissed the caramel skinned boy back with no abandon, running her fingers through his curly dark hair and closing the distance between them as much as she could with her other one. She had fucking missed him. Sixteen days without him had been enough for her to realize that, frankly, she couldn't live without this man. Kayleb Carson was everything she'd always wanted and more, and she would be damned if she lost him.

She didn't know how long they stood there, arms around each other, but it was only when their lips were sore that the two lovers finally let go. Shady was still very much in cloud nine when she found her voice and was finally able to speak up.

“I love you, you selfish prick.” she said to him, giving him another kiss. It was the first time she’d ever said those words aloud to him, and she figured it was as good as any moment to do so. “Don't you ever fucking do this to me again.”

"I love you too, you masculine bitch. This is a relief. Now I can hold your big, manly hands in public, it’s gonna be great."

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Could she believe what she did? BEHIND her mother’s back? No, nope, nahhhh. Of course not! It was impulsive of her. Unlike anything she’s done before. And yet, somehow, this little teenager convinced herself that this decision was a good decision. The best decision she could ever do before the New Year.

Rather than consult her mother and father, knowing well enough her dad would give her the greenlight, her mother… not so much, Joy Darling found herself around 6 PM last night knocking on her Mitty and Daddum’s door.

In her head, she felt like this was absolutely necessary. Already a sophomore and all she ever did was study and do things that would benefit her future. Don’t get her wrong, she loves doing all those things and more, but this past semester something itched inside her. Perhaps the situation with her brother sparked a flame in her. Joy wouldn’t know, for she had little to no social life. As she watched the emotional turmoil take over her brother, she couldn’t help but think: Why is he so bothered by this? Things didn’t work out, so what? Stop brooding and move on. Think of solutions rather than focus on what went wrong. It obviously wasn’t meant to be if everything burnt to the ground with no notice besides an article on the Black and Orange. Then she realized, she really didn’t understand what was going on in him and she wouldn’t until she invested more time at her high school, for better or for worse.

Emotions weren’t her forte. Why care when these people had nothing to do with her? If anything, shouldn’t everyone at school focus on getting into college? Figuring out what they want to do for the rest of their lives? Not focus on all this petty shit that seems to be on everyone’s minds????

You’re like me, angel. When I was your age, I didn’t want to give people a chance. Try to. People will come and go, but you’ll see who cares enough to stay. It’s a lonely world, it’s nice to make it a little less lonesome.

Her mother was wise and there was no doubt in Joy’s mind that she cared. Even with her busy job at ASMR, her mama Jude found time to text, call, and check up on her. Joy didn’t want to break her heart though, but she also didn’t want to sit around and do nothing, because all her parents keep telling her to take proactive steps in her social life. There’s a potential fear in Joy, like what if experiencing similar pains like Owen led to her mother being sad. Who cares about the emotions she, herself, would go through, her mother crying would be the absolute worst…

And here she was.

Lying. Going to the parent that gave her a push in the ‘risk’ department and not telling her mother the whole truth. Why? Why was she doing this? Because she was scared, wanted change, and the little devil on her shoulder told her to.

Her Mitty always told her she should get out more and do things to make her feel good, but so does her actual mama. What made her Mitty different than her mom? Mitty says: go to the football games, go to the spa and treat yo’ self, invite a few people to the mall, stalk your brother and take on the school together, and Joy considers it. Food for thought. Mama says those things and then suddenly Joy gets lost in her stare and thinks: is this a test?

WHY WAS SHE SO PARANOID?

Either way, regardless of the drama that went on in the halls of Beverly Hills High and the irrational fear she had of her mother, Joy suddenly felt like she was wasting the best years of her life . You know what marks this change in her?

Permanent.

Red dye.

In her hair.

There was no turning back now.

“Cutie, open your lips like this.” A voluptuous redhead held cherry pink lip gloss to the pale girl’s lips and made a face for her to mimic. Joy’s Mitty. Kylie Lyon. She was the kind of woman that other woman, girls included, loved to hate. She was an adult, sorta, but everything about her from her looks to her aura radiated the exuberance of youth. That Hollywood star look with perfect muscle definition, skin like silk, and confidence for days. Absolutely flawless. This was Owen’s mother. “If you weren’t gonna get wet, I’d put hot red on those yummy lips of yours. Boys would totally drool. Of course if it were me, I’d still put red on and just fix it up in the bathroom. We could do that if you-- actually, we will. BABY!” The motherly figure pulled back, calling her husband. With a blank stare, Joy looked at her ditzy Mitty in amusement and took a sip of her Whiskey Sour. Kylie would not let her leave this house without pregaming a little.

While the two girls were sitting downstairs doing whatever it was women did, Troy was upstairs, doing what it was men did. In this case? Troy was watching Desperate Housewives — again. Okay, okay. Maybe Troy wasn’t the perfect man, but if you asked him or anyone else in his family, he was pretty damn masculine. When Kylie’s screaming broke his concentration, Troy sighed but shut off the TV, and yelled. “WHAT?!”

“I NEED MY RED LIPSTICK! IT’S IN THE BEDROOM, ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY VANITY, IN MY PINK BAG.” There was a brief pause before it seemed the woman downstairs came to a sudden realization. “JOY IS GOING TO BE LATE TO HER FIRST BIG PARTY!!! HURRY UP.”

“I need…” Of course she needed something. “my red lipstick…” Okay, the something was red. That was easy. Now just listen to keywords Troy. You got this. “Bedroom… right side… vanity…” The fuck is a vanity? “...pink bag.” Okay. No, he could do this. Troy got off of the bed and looked around the room, searching for something pink — hand having a sudden realization that almost everything that woman owned was a shade of pink.

Grumbling to himself about being too old for this (Troy was delighted that he finally ranked old enough to say that), Troy began to quickly shuffle around the room, tearing open pink bags until… success. He found a red lipstick. “Dear Jesus, please let this be the right one.” Troy slid it into his pocket before walking down stairs to his wife and… pseudo daughter. He held out the lipstick to Kylie, cautiously saying. “Here… you go?”

With a beam, Kylie took the lipstick, “Oh good choice. Christian Louboutin.”

Score one for Troy.

Bringing her attention back to her lovely Joy, super excited that Joy was really embracing the feminine side in her and ready to show the world what she was made of, Kylie gestured for the girl to pucker her lips before she finished the last thing to her MASTERPIECE. When she was done, she put the lipstick in Joy’s purse, “Now, this is one of my more expensive lipsticks…” She gave her daughter an almost serious look, before giggling, “You can have it! I’ll just buy another one.” Standing up and bringing Joy with her, Kylie examined her little project and felt tears welling up in her eyes. “Baby, what do you think? Did I do good?”

Was she really gonna cry over that shit? ...stupid question. Of course she was going to. “Yeah, Kylie, but uh, I better get her to the party. Or, she’ll like… I dunno, all the good looking boys will be taken, or something.” Attempt number one.

“My cutiepie has Candy in her, whether she likes it or not. She’ll get the best. Just you wait.” Kylie rolled her eyes at her husband. Please. Then brought her attention to Joy, “Don’t waste a single drop, then you’re free to go! There’s a mirror by the entrance so you can check yourself on the way out. Oh wait, shouldn’t I come?” Turning on her heel, the mother locked eyes with her man, “What about our party?” She looked hot. If her friends couldn’t see her like this, what on Earth would she do?

“The kids are gone. Do we have to go?” Troy said over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys off of the hangar. Then, he thought about it. If he didn’t go, Ty would bitch and moan for like forty minutes… “Alright, fine. We can go. But we’re leaving early. Come on, Joy.”

“One sec…” Obediently, Joy downed her drink. Luckily for her, her Mitty trained her for something like this. It was important to know how much you can handle, to avoid dangerous situations. When she was done, she placed the glass specifically parallel to the remote, aligned with the television, looking just right, on the coffee table, before catching up with the Lyons. “Daddum, why do you want to leave early?”

“So I can fuck your mother before we have to go to this bullshit party and watch everyone around me get sloppy drunk and make poor decisions because I befriended a bunch of jerk offs in high school.”

“TMI, baby.”

“You guys want another child?” Joy confusingly blinked at them. Sex was only for procreation - right?

“Yeah. Sex, missionary style, with the lights off, in the bedroom, for the sole purpose of procreation. Jesus, kid. Has Jude taught you nothing?”

“I don’t think this is a necessary conversation to have with my mother. Come on, time is of the essence.” Joy quickly glanced at her face in the mirror, smiled to herself, and then started to head out, but before she could exit, her Mitty grabbed her wrist and turned her toward them.

“Sweetie. Buttercup. My innocent, little lamb.” Sure, Kylie might get yelled at by Jude but this was absolutely necessary especially right before the greatest party of the year. “Sex isn’t just for making babies. It makes you feel real good too. And there’s a million and ten positions you can do and just as many places it can happen in. Once you find the one, you’ll--”

“Please stop.”

“Kid, trust me. You need to get dicked. It’s almost poetic. If Jude had never gotten dicked at a party, she’d probably still live with Nana. Now you’ll get dicked at a party, and your life will change for the better. I told Owen to take you home.” With that, Troy headed out the door and toward his beloved car.

“I don’t think I wanna...”

“Oh, but you do.” and with that, Kylie led Joy to the car. Finally, her sweet child would be presented to the world, like never before. A party to make her mark.


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Interacting with: Martha @Dirty Pretty Lies (COLLAB), Pippa (Mentioned) @Emma, Grayson (Mentioned) @Syn, Trevor (Mentioned) @Silent Observer
Savannah waltzed around the party, seemingly walking on air as she made her way from group to group. A social butterfly in every sense of the phrase, she tried her best to get around to all of her classmates, either to introduce herself or to catch up with her acquaintances. Even though she had been at BHHS for months, she surprisingly hadn't met everyone yet. To some, she was a complete anomaly who walked around saying "Y'all" and to others, she was the new girl from Texas with the red hair. Sav wanted to make sure people knew her, at least on a conversational basis. Plus since she didn't really come to the party with anyone, she was trying her best to not have any downtime on her own. This made meeting everyone a great goal and excuse to always be talking. Savvy didn't want to be stuck in the corner by herself. Not tonight.

So, from group to group she went, chatting everyone up and letting her southern drawl work its magic. However, as she stood talking with one of the girls in her Modern Literature class, she felt someone push past her into the crowd of people. Casually looking over her shoulder, her eyes found Grayson weaving through his classmates with a girl in tow. Realizing the girl was none other than her Calculus tutor, Pippa, her joyful expression changed to one of panic.

"Oh, shit." She spoke, ignoring what the person she was speaking with was saying. "Excuse me for a second." Breaking off the conversation, Savannah turned around and headed towards the kitchen, where it was a tad less crowded. Pulling out her phone, she texted the person that needed to get here as fast as she could. Martha. Her best friend had been crushing on Grayson for as long as she had known her, and would be devastated to see his new year's kiss go to someone else.

Honey, you better get here real fast, some girl’s taking your man.
What are you on about SavSav?
Plz don’t tell me what I think it is...

Pippa’s all over Mr. Gray so come quick. If you wanna kiss him at midnight you srsly better hurry
Fuckin’ shit I’m the only Ana to his Grey
Give me a sec, I’ll have MarMar give me a glow up
I’m gonna rock his world. just you wait. #MarthaColletteWells2k43

Alright thank god, glad you’re finally getting off your ass.
She’s HOLDING HANDS WITH HIM.
That could be you bitch, GET HERE!!!

SHUT UP!!! I’m coming I’m coming
Better call out a Hail Mary so I don’t stab a bitch #jesustakethefuckingwheel

See you soon!!

Savannah was too busy furiously texting Martha to notice who was around her, and it wasn’t until she put her phone down that she realized that she was a mere three feet away from the guy at BHHS who made her little southern heart skip a beat. Trevor Wells.

His smile made her melt like a snowman in the middle of a Texas heatwave and she could honestly look into his gorgeous eyes all day. Realizing that she was staring, Savvy turned around quickly, trying to hide the blush that suddenly crept onto her cheeks. The redhead had turned so quickly that she became dizzy, but she didn’t know if that was the alcohol starting to hit her or her simply knowing that Trevor was standing diagonally from her. It was probably the alcohol.

The last time Sav had a "crush" on a guy like this was back in 5th grade. His name was Mason, and things did not go in her favor. He caught Savvy doodling "Mrs. Mason Reese" in all of her notebooks and got freaked out beyond belief. So, like any elementary-aged boy, Mason got his cootie shot and ran as far as he possibly could from her on the kickball field. Since then, Sav hadn't really found her cup of sweet tea. Sure, there were definitely guys she was attracted to, but she had never come across someone who was "doodling in her notebook" worthy. That was until she came to BHHS and saw Trevor at his locker on the third day of Junior year.

Sighing, Savvy leaned back against the counter, finishing her drink and placing it down on the granite. Deciding she needed another one, she walked over to the bar and got a new glass filled with something potent. God knows she would need to be a little drunk for later. Sipping on the concoction, she returned to her spot in the kitchen and decided to converse with the random girl next to her, anxiously waiting for Martha to show up and make a scene.
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Quincy was starting to believe that she may be drunk. And she'd only had one drink. Jesus, I am a lightweight, she thought to herself as she meandered through the party, her cup held close to her chest, as if she was afraid someone was going to come and snatch it from her hands. She was drunk, and she was going to continue getting drunk.

Currently Quincy was in the living room, squeezing past groups of people, to get to the kitchen where kids were doing shots of liquor that was far too expensive, and far harder than she was used too. Seemed fun. Q swaggered up to the island where an assortment of kids were gathered, and motioned for the boy holding the bottle of what she could now see was gin, to pour her some. The boy gave her a look, one she had grown used to since leaving the life of a prep behind. "You sure you wanna dance with this shit, burner? Might get you a bit too fucked up?" the boy said, sneering.

Q had grown all too used to patronization. She was a pretty blonde girl, of course boys wanted to act like she was a child. Even A Double, when they had first met, had tried to teach her how to smoke, like she was an idiot. But Q wasn't one for being talked down to. "Literally, get on your knees, pull my pants down, and choke on my dick, I know how to hold my liquor, asshole!" Quincy shouted, snatching the bottle from his hands. The students gathered around grew silent for a second, before that silence turned into raucous laughter, their own drunkenness driving them to hysteria. Quincy grinned and poured herself a shot, which quickly found itself being poured down Quincy's throat, followed by the rest of whatever the hell Henry had given her. Christ that was good

For someone who got so worked up about her drinking ability, Q really was a lightweight. She wasn't sure when she got to the dance floor but she was there now, dancing with so little regard for her own reputation that she would've made any thot jealous. The world seemed to move faster than she was, like she was spinning and dropping and popping out of sync with the world around her. She could hear the crowd cheering as she dropped to the ground, and hopped right back up again, never seeming to lose breath. Finally, after what felt like forever, Q gravitated off to the corner of the living room, where she watched her peers grope each other, and for whatever reason, thought of A Double and his sand castle.

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With his mission objective already in mind, Henry was headed downstairs to get Parker her crackers and some peanut butter… well, and a banana. His girl needed some fruit, something healthy. Not just Ritz crackers and a huge spoonful of creamy peanut butter. As it happened, even though he had to shove past a few different groups of people, it wasn’t an issue for him to get to the pantry.

Once there, Henry got the plate ready for Parker, first arranging Ritz crackers around the edge of the plate — a couple of people tried to snatch them away, but Henry threatened them with a butter knife. Then he set about the next part, taking two bananas and slicing them so they formed a circle around the plate as well, with the crackers on the edge, then the bananas. The final touch was the most important.

Henry grabbed the container of peanut butter and scooped some of it into the center (probably way too fucking much), then added a plastic butter knife to the presentation. He took it back upstairs, unlocked the door again and sat it down on the dresser, before knocking on the bathroom door. “PARKER! I put your snack on the dresser table. You got like 10 minutes left!” With that, Henry set himself to the task of going back downstairs and resuming his post behind the bar, or at least checking on Min-seo.

What Henry didn’t expect was laying eyes on something very important to him. Well, not something exactly, but someone. The person in question? One of Henry’s best friends, Kayleb. Kayleb had been missing for… well, to be honest, Henry wasn’t sure exactly how long it had been. It was tough to keep track of things, given the other members of his little fambam.

“KAY! HOLY SHIT!” Without a care in the world, Henry began to ran toward his better half.

Kayleb was excited, he got the girl, all he needed now was a drink and Henry. Kay missed his bro, his man, his husband, leaving out of the blue in the middle of their break sucked and Kay devoted most of his snapchat time to bothering Sol instead of Henry. He had some time to make up for, and this party would act as a first step to sealing any gaps that had formed over the break. On top of all that Kay could tell Sol needed a moment, she had always been scared to be open with others about their relationship and he respected her reason why (well up until this point).
"Sol, I am going to go find Henry. Why don’t we meet up later? I love you.” He said quickly and left inside the party, not giving her the opportunity to respond out of fear of what she might say.

Kay had so much to tell Henry; Paris, Sol, how their couple of weeks apart went, plus he wanted an update on the activities of the ‘family’. Mama Kay had been on vacation but now it was time to come back and get the entire gang back together. Kay walked further into the house making his way over to the bar, taking note of Shauna and his friend Xi Xi, almost made his way over to go say something to her but was stopped by the sound of his name being called. A smile spread on his face at the owner of the voice and Kay turned around in time to see Henry running towards him. Kayleb opened up his arms and started running towards his best friend.

"HENRY, COME HERE MAN!!!!!!” Kay yelled with a 1 million watt smile on his face as he launches himself at Henry.

Henry accepted the hug, like any good friend would do. He wrapped Kay up in a tight embrace and squeezed him tight. “I’m so happy to see you, man! I swear, it was only like two weeks, but man, it felt like forever.” Henry was getting a little emotional… He sniffed a bit to compose himself and slithered out of the hug. “How was Paris? How was the plane? Was the plane good? I told you to just take my plane, but nooo, you wanted to go with your family. I hope you had an aisle seat in front of a child. There’s so much to talk about! Damn, man… I feel like a woman. Welcome to the party! How’d I do?”

"I feel like a woman too, it’s not to bad. The party looks dope man, I hope you got some weed, I need a hit.” Kay said as he let Henry go, he was so happy his face might break but who cared he this was how reunions went. "Paris was AMAZING, we will have to make a trip, I did all the touristy stuff, finally got to put my French to use, also saw some darker scenes there; parties and whatnot. The plane was not too bad, first class so no whining babies, just spoiled children and old women feeling my arms up the whole ride.” He said with a shiver of disgust at the memory of “Deborah”, and began to lead them back over to the bar so Kay could get a drink. "You said it was going to be epic and have yet to disappoint, now make me a drink time to get lit my dude. How are you? Was everything okay while I was gone? How are the girls, do they know Mama Kay is back.” Kay said with a smile at one of his nicknames.

Alright, cool. He could make Kay a drink for sure. Leading his friend back to the bar, Henry hopped over the bar and took his spot back behind the counter, realizing that he probably should have never left, but hey. He had a way soft spot for Parker, hopefully Hailey never found out about it. Eyeing a couple of grumpy patrons, Henry looked at Min-seo. “Sorry, Ducky. I’m gonna handle this.” But first things first. Family ranked higher than a bunch of angry (and still very drunk) teenages. He spun on his heel to look at the racks of the alcohol, grabbing the bottles most beloved by his bestie, and mixing the drink. He squeezed a lime into the glass and held it out to Kay. “Here you go, lad. Enjoy. Parker’s upstairs taking a bath, Ari is… well, somewhere… and Ducky is here helping me out. She’s trying to, anyway. And she’s putting forth a valiant efforts, and you fuckers —” Henry pointed at the surrounding patrons, “— Can suck a cock. She’s just a baby Korean. She’s doing her best. I’ll fix you up some other time, get the fuck outta here.” Henry waved a hand, and like clockwork, the disgruntled patrons dissipated.

Kay took his blue drink with delight and started to sip it down, he could feeling the alcoholic soulton spread throughout his body, dull his senses and set him in the right mood. A few more of these and he would be at the buzzed state and probably start taking his shirt off, but that would have to wait Kay still had to tell Henry about Sol. When they first started their little dance, Kay had told Henry all about it, keeping him up-to date on there secret meetings and hidden dates. Kay and Henry had a deeper level of trust than most would assume, and it was this trust that had given them such a strong bond. Seeing him after being away for two weeks is great, Kay was used to spending most of his day with either his “family” or Sol, so seeing his best friend in action was a heartwarming sight (almost enough to shed a tear).

"Thanks, I needed it. Glad the ladies are doing well.” He said with a chuckle at Henry’s antics, one fo the reason he liked Henry so much was his boldness, Kay could respect his lack of tact and honest attitude . "Me and Sol are a thing now, like as a few minutes ago. I kinda outed us but she seemed to be okay with it.” Kay said with a nervous smile, he was still uncertain about that, sure Sol had responded positively but things are sinking in now and he did sort of overreact at the whole Shauna thing. It’s not his fault, Shauna irks him and the history between Sol and her rubs him all the way wrong. He could only hope Sol still wanted to do this even after their rocky start.

“Oh, no way, that’s wonderful, dude! Here, I got you.” Henry turned around and poured himself a glass of beer, then one for Kay. He held it out to his friend and yelled out to the party, “SWIG OF BEER FOR THE DATING MAN! I JUST WANT EVERYBODY TO KNOW THAT SOL HAS MADE AN HONEST MAN OUT OF KAY!” Henry bellowed, before tipping the frothing beer back down his throat, followed by a fair amount of the drunk teens cheering before taking a swig of… well, whatever was in their hands. Were they cheering for Kay and Sol? Was Henry just well loved? Was it just the alcohol making cheering seem fun? Who knows. Henry liked to think it was a combination of all the things. After he finished his ‘swig,’ which really was most of the glass, he sat it down on the counter and nodded.

“Hey, does this mean she’s coming on the…” Henry looked over at Min-seo, who was busy with another patron, then leaned toward Kay, lowering his voice. “...family trip?” Kay was the only one in Henry’s harem that knew of his plan to take all of them to Disneyland (again), this time renting the entire park out so that Parker didn’t whine about lines. If Kay wanted to bring his lady friend, then hey. More power to him.

Kay cheered along with him and the others at the party It felt good to take the weight off his shoulders, he was now a taken man. That meant he could change his status, update his instagram bio, Snap his girl whenever he wanted and not have to hide any more. Kay respected Sol’s fears, but also felt that they were not warranted, aside form the small jokes from close friends people would not care...he hoped. He just wanted to be happy and Sol made him happy, Henry gave him a family and that was something he was lacking as well.

"I really don’t know man, we are supposed to meet up later tonight and talk things out but I am worried I overdid it.” Kay said with a small smile. He chugged down the rest of his beer and put it on the counter. The Disney trip was something he was looking forward too, last time they went… well lets just say Henry shut it down. Kay was pretty bummed (it being his first time going) but this makes up for it, plus Sol can come and the day will be even better.

"Anyways, we need to start partying, I need to get drunk enough to take this shirt off. Wait where is my shirt you said you had one for me?” Kay said as he sipped his original drink.

Henry reached under the counter and withdrew a white t-shirt, which he held up. On the front it said in loud, large, black lettering: ‘IF LOST, PLEASE RETURN TO HENRY GREEN,’ and on the back it was emblazoned ‘MAMA KAY.’ “Boom. Ducky’s got one too. Parker does, but Parker’s wearin’ a special outfit tonight, bruh. She and her band are playing and it’s gonna be LIT.”
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Ariana had somehow got the idea to make this party the most unforgettable experience of her lifetime. Now, what exactly did that mean? Well, it meant that Ariana would be getting so, so fucking crunk. Like The Hangover level drunk. By the time the next day rolled around, she would've had to retrace her steps to figure out what she did the night before. She'd be losing her guts and wake up in a whole other universe. Honestly, whoever gave Ariana the idea to do this sort of stuff should be put in a corner and be forced to think about what they did because they just unleashed one hell of a storm.

Dear old Henry, however, was the biggest obstacle in the way of her achieving the goals she had set out to achieve. But, she wasn't gonna let anyone stop her. The only thing harder to stop than Ariana trying to achieve her goals was the fun that came with opening a can of Pringles. Hell, Ariana was already sipping on this Red Bull-Vodka mix that she "obtained". Well, actually, it was one part Red Bull and nine parts vodka, but it was all the same to Ariana's untrained tongue. Dang Min-Seo. If only she was able to fill up her cup further, then it was lit. She was idly sucking on the lip of her red Dixon cup before she noticed that it was literally bone dry. Shame. The beloved cup was empty. Looks like she had to go find Min-Seo once again.

Now where is that cute little Korean girl...?

Shuffling her way to the bar, she came across literally the cutest little baby freshman transfer girl from Korea that she'd ever seen. For people like Ariana, she was a site for sore eyes. Poor girl didn't even know what she was doing, but it was okay. They shared a connection anyway. Planting her folded arms on the counter, she made a finger pistol at the little Korean girl and made a sound that was reminiscent of the Fonz.

"민서! 들어 봐, 내가 너 한 잔 더 마실 수 있는지 궁금해서. 너 나 한테 만든 거 알지만 ... 제발? (Min-Seo! Listen, I wonder if I can have another drink. I know you made me one before, but ... please?)"

Min-Seo's silence after the attempt at getting drinks had frustrated Ariana but also gave her exactly the answer that she needed. For Min-Seo, silence meant that Ariana had a free pass (at least in this case). She sighed and reached over the counter to grab a coke and some vodka. Excellent. Now honest to god, Ariana really didn't know what she was doing. The bartenders on TV had made things look so easy but she didn't want to make the alcohol too weak nor did she want to make it too strong. Doing some careful calculations, Ariana unscrewed the top of both containers and poured both of them into her cup blindly until it was almost overflowing with the content. Putting the bottles back where they were, Ariana winked at the Korean girl at the helm of the bar and waved her goodbye.

"몇 분 후에 보자! (See you in a few minutes!)"

Taking a big sip of her own latest concoction, she quickly realized that there was more vodka in the mix than Coke, but that was okay. It was what Ariana was trying to go for. The music was already starting to pound to the point where she could feel it in her feets, which was great. Everything was exactly the way Ariana had hoped it to go, except for the fact that the local Korean transfer was running the bar. That was a huge problem in itself for most. But not for Ariana.

Nothing was gonna stop Ariana now.
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Issa Ramsay Anderson
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Location: Dance Floor -> Snacks/ Interacting with: Ariana Song (@Bee)

When you got your first glance at Issa, you don't think he would be the type to get out there with the grinding bodies and sweaty animals, but in fact, he loves it. He loves the bassline filling a room shaking it to its core, the way that one sound can control the bodies of more than 90% of the people at any event. It does not matter if your talking, eating, dancing, hell even cucking (in Issa's terms), once the vibrations touch your body everything works in sync. This was one of the main reason Issa loved to play bass, and he loved to get down, so for a while, he danced from person to person, sometimes a little saucy and other times more modest. To Issa, it was all fun, not sexual tension or hidden intentions involved, it did not matter if he was dancing with a guy or a girl, hell even both at one point. As long as he was having fun the heated stares and frustrated whispers went right over his head.

What broke his musical haze was the change in tune, Issa came back to reality and quickly took note of three things: he was hot, thirsty, and this dudes phone was poking him in the butt. "Hey man, I am gonna go now see you later." Issa said with a shy smile and then detached himself from the male. He did not catch the 'tease' whispered out by the male as he departed but why would Issa? He was on cloud nine, and so far had only noticed good vibes all around, so with a lazy smile he walked over to the snack table. His colorful jacket had long been taken off and tied around his hips, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and hair even more of a curly mess, the look suited him.

Ha! Told Grayson I can get my own drink, did not need his help. Issa can do things. Issa thought while he poured a cup of the red liquid in the large glass bowl sitting next to the finger foods. If he had to describe the taste of the Shady Punch in one word(he did not know the name), it would have been magical. It was sweet, tangy, but had this quiet kick at the end as it traveled down your throat, well the kick had hints throughout the gulp but it really took effect once the last drop went down. So he chugged it, and the proceeded to pour another cup and drunk that one down...now don't judge him whoever made this concoction had a gift from God. The drink was a devil and it had succeeded in taking advantage of Issa's naivety, the boy had never had alcohol before and his first taste was great, so of course, he was going to keep going. Is it supposed to make you feel fuzzy, heck I am getting warm too.

By his fourth cup, Issa had slowed down and once again tuned into his surroundings, noticing Ariana standing nearby with a cup of her own. Iss got excited and poured another full cup and went over to her. "Ari, drink this its great. Might make you feel funny but I think that's a part of the experience." he said and then they both quickly down their cups of Shady's cider. Issa was starting to feel good, great even, and that was only the start. "This is cucking great, let's go get some more." He said and thus would start the corruption of the Lamb.
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Location(s): The Kyong Household -> El Jefe Beach House
Person(s) he bothered: Ariana @Bee, Min-seo @Fabricant451 and Issa @Taytay

It was midday in sunny and beautiful Beverly Hills. And wow he had a problem.

Well. This was a predicament. He was definitely in a predicament. Now, predicament was a synonym of problem but the word problem never really captured the awkwardness of a true "predicament". A predicament felt more powerful, more cringeworthy and generally worse than a mere problem. Problems made him think of mathematics and that wasn't too bad. Now why was this particular Korean in a predicament, thinking of the word predicament in his head? Because he just learned what the word was in English a few seconds ago. Park mouthed the foreign syllables, mixing the word in his mouth. Connecting that word to "predicamento" in Spanish was easy enough. He often drew parallels between the two languages to make it easier to increase his vocabulary.

Although American media was prominent within Seoul, he wasn't what you would call a fluent speaker yet. He was slowly but surely getting the hang of the language. He usually had no problems with pronunciations although tenses and verbs still alluded him. Coming from learning a much simpler romance language like Spanish to learning a complicated clusterfuzz of English was a jump. Butt he was willing to do it and damn right needed to if he was planning to do anything productive around here. He had arrived a week ago and he had spent most of it learning English from his uncle who was a confusing teacher. How did the word "bitch" even connect to Ms. Santos? Didn't that mean female dog? How was that an insult? Dogs are adorable! He huffed in frustration, placing down the big Oxford dictionary his uncle had given him for Christmas.

The teen sat up from the couch, grabbing his phone to scroll through Kakaotalk or Katalk. It was a Korean messaging service and he used it to chat to people back home. No new messages. Well that was depressing. He hoped to receive at least something from his coach (well, former but he didn't think like that) and friends in the past week. Alas, nothing. He leaned back and rested his head on the cushions. He was currently experiencing a "predicament" (he was getting better at using that word) every 21st century kid had - boredom.

His fencing gear hasn't been shipped in yet and his sword had yet to be cleared. There was no gym nearby to train in and he didn't know the neighbourhood yet, hence he couldn't run. The Kyong household was empty and would be for the next few days. It was the holidays and the couple he was staying with wanted to go "camping" as they called it. He had a week until school started and he had spent the last week cooped up inside, exercising and keeping fit. He had gone as far as to order a karaoke machine to sing some songs. Single karaoke felt just as sad as it sounded. He hadn't had the chance to do anything fun yet. But why would he even do so? He was a wallflower, he knew that. He couldn't go to a party, that sounded ridiculous! But as he rolled over and over in the soft cushions, something boiled inside of him. An urge. A want. A pressing feeling waiting to be released. He stopped and paused, sliding his hand down his body. A small smile grew on his face as he closed his eyes. His hands grew ever closer to the hem of his pants before-

*GROOOOOWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLL*

His stomach went as loud as possible. Park giggled, rubbing his belly through his thin shirt. He jumped up and raced to the kitchen. He lunged for the fridge and pulled it open, revealing a plethora of prepared meals he had made the night before. A beautiful plate of sashimi stared at him. His stomach growled even louder. He licked his lips and with a loud "uwa!", he took it with two hands and placed it on the table. He shut the fridge door with his foot before sitting down to eat. He fished his pocket for chopsticks before taking them out with a flourish. He clapped his hands together and bowed his head politely.

"잘 먹겠습니다!"1 he exclaimed before digging in. Stuffing five slices of spicy salmon into his mouth, he salivated at the freshness of the fish. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, gasping slightly. His mouth opened in an "o" shape, his head rolling backwards. This was what heaven was like. This was orgasmic levels of delight. Within 30 seconds, his plate was empty and his stomach full. He muttered a small thanks for the meal before burping. His tongue would dull for the next day or so due to the ungodly amount of spice he just consumed but who cared? This was heaven. He patted his stomach down and crashed the plate into the piles of dishes left in the kitchen. He'd do that later, he was far too bored to do chores.

Within five minutes, the happiness wore off and gave way to boredom once again. Wow, Park was really bored. He flicked through the channels before deciding that the Spanish Univision channel was the only one worth watching right now. A marathon of a twenty season long show was currently playing. Amor en Los Lagos or "Love in The Lakes" was a popular Latin-American drama show from the 20's that was frequently replayed due to its abnormally large fanbase around the world. He had even watched a Korean translated version when he was a kid and had used it as a useful tool to learn Spanish. He could recall every episode in his head with clarity and this was a favourite of his. The male lead, acted by Demián Bechir, had just punched his mother-in-law's uncle's grave in frustration as his wife watched him.

"Eduardo! ¡¿Como pudiste?!"2 His mouth moved at the same rate as the actress, even as he took his eyes of the screen. Eduardo caressed his wife's cheek, smiling widely. The man's stylised fake moustache seemed to flop off a little bit. Park farted. "Oh, mi querida Angelica, mi querida querida Angelica, no quise patear la tumba del primo de tu suegra. ¡Fue un accidente! Un puro accidente. Guau, te ves muy sexy con ese vestido, querida esposa mía. Mi dulce y querida calabaza, ¿por qué no hacemos el amor esta noche? Aquí, aquí mismo. Mi dulce niña de calabaza. Mi niña de calabaza absolutamente deliciosa."3

"Oh Eduardo! How could I deny you so?" The couple proceeded to take off their clothes and the incoming barrage of sex noises was what made this show so popular. It was like a mixture of bad karaoke and a goat mating with a donkey. It was quite disturbing and absolutely hilarious. What made it even better was the all black screen censor and the musical dialogue. Since, of course, the dirty talk was in musical form.

"¡Mierda, es más grande que un pene de burro! ¿¡Es de plástico Eduardo !?"4 The Korean sung at a high-pitched accelerando before devolving into fits of muffled laughter.

The dialogue was just as good as he remembered it. Imagining the scene in a still graveyard made it even funnier to him. He paused the show and replayed the same line over and over, his gut twisting from uproarious laughter. He turned and rolled, tumbling off the couch. He coughed and sputtered, eyes blurring with tears as the climax repeated itself over and over again. He sat up after a minute or so, breathing heavily and waved the television off. He wiped the tears from his eyes and cracked his back. Amor en Los Lagos was far too dangerous right now. He could break his spine from laughing too much. To an immature, shut-in bilingual teen from South Korea, the dialogue was the penultimate humour of all time.

But soon enough - actually around two minutes later - Park was once again a very bored teen. But he didn't want to waste the day napping! He had do at least one thing fun. He needed to do something. He glanced at the pile of dishes. Something other than that. He would rather walk around the whole house in a handstand! His eyes brightened and he set to do his work. After half an hour of painful, strenuous and downright abhorrent exercise in the form of handstand house navigation, he collapsed into the couch. Okay. Maybe not the best use of his time. He scanned the room once more, making sure his gaze went up and over the evil dishes. K-pop of Ages caught his eye. He didn't need an aneurysm. Fifty Shades of Red. No thank you, too much blood stuff. The Fabulous Life of Joo Kyong-Park? The most overplayed documentary in his household. Karaoke? He felt a pang in his heart. Too much single karaoke affected the soul. He flicked his eyebrow.

Honestly, Park liked his alone time. He spent most of his life in two places, the apartment and the fencing gym. He only strayed away from those places when he went out with his friends or with his uncle. But only in Seoul, never straying too far from the town centre. He never went on trips, his parents were too busy. Most of the major fencing tournaments were held in his home city so there was no point in going anywhere else. His life had centred around it for so long. But for someone who had been there for the most of 15 years, he didn't know the city like the back of his hand. He didn't know the people and the street culture, he never got the chance to.

Park spent his entire life in a small box in a very big wide world. He explored but only went so far, he ventured but only for so long. The beyond stayed as the beyond, the unknown as the unknown. He always ached to find new things and new friends but maybe he was the one doing something wrong? He thought that being this nice, stationary figure in the distance could attract someone. Nothing happened. He looked back at his phone. No new messages. Not a single bleep, a single reply. A single greeting or "how are you doing". Where were his friends? Why weren't they sending him anything? Soo Ling had called him earlier to tell him about a surprise competition that came up. But that was three days ago and still, nothing? What was going on?

Friends. He needed them. Park glanced towards the karaoke machine and back to his phone. Maybe he had to go to people, instead of letting people come to him. He looked at the clock and back at his phone. No new messages. Time ticked past and still, no new messages. He closed his eyes and flicked his brow. Tick tock tick tock. No new messages, no ding. Nothing. He eyelids crept open and he stood. Time to greet the world. A few minutes later, he would be standing in the living room dressed to the nines. He needed to go somewhere and be someone. He glanced at the forgotten dishes and felt a sudden urge to do them. Mostly spurred on by the image of a specific nagging Spanish auntie. "Crap."

More than a few minutes later, the Korean emerged from his bedroom in a long, loose-fitting black and white stripped shirt which reached mid thigh, blue fitting jeans and a pair of high-cut grey VansTM. With tan wide brimmed hat adorning his head and a backpack slung over his shoulders he was ready. He made sure that the karaoke machine in his bag was safe and sound before venturing into the beyond, leaving behind his phone. He was in the driveway, walking out with a cheer as his phone dinged. One new message.

He sneezed. Was he doing the right thing? He shrugged to himself, walking brightly down into the street. He would find his way back home.

Park was horribly lost. "Mierde."5

Now, it technically wasn't his fault. His uncle didn't properly teach English to the point where he could clearly understand directions. Now on the way from the coffee shop, he had asked a nice lady as to where his house was. He had probably gone left instead of right and now he was horribly lost. At night. Wow was this a bad idea. Why didn't he take his phone?! He dragged his hands down his face, sitting at the corner of God knows where. It was getting dark and he had no idea where to go, what to do or how to fluently speak English! What was he going to do?! He heard giggling in the distance, a cluster of teenagers a little older than him entering into a driveway. Music was heard, yelling and shouting. Music + Girls = Party. This was it! He stood. He sat back down. His heart hammered in his chest. Girls. What was he going to do?!

"나는 여자와 대화하는 법조차 모른다. 못쓰게 만들다!"6 He flicked his brow, a single strand fluttering off the skin. He was heading straight into the frying pan if he went there. But wasn't that what he wanted? He couldn't sit at home waiting for messages to come! He had to make the messages come to him! Standing up with bravado, ignoring that his thoughts made no sense, he marched down the sidewalk with big swinging arms.

The Korean slowed down as he looked down the driveway. It was a grand home, a large beach house with beautiful architecture and flashing lights shining through the windows. His heartbeat increased with every step he took. Halfway down, he was passed by a stream of people. He couldn't look like a fool around possible friends! He marched to the front and made his way inside of the party. Now, the poor boy has never been inside of an actual party before. The loud music, overwhelming sights and smells were a little too much for a newcomer. The people smoking weed in the corner, the couple making out on the couch, the countless people milling around and talking - it was all a little much. He was soon pushed out of the doorway and into the grinding, sweating bodies. He froze and immediately went to the wall, being mostly unseen by most of the people in the party so far.

This was far too much. He tried to control his breathing as his head swivelled around the place. In out, in out. Wow, this was way too much. Who said this was a good idea again? He started to panic, his fingers tightening on his bag strap. His heart hammered in his chest, pulsing with the beat of the music. Everything began overwhelming his sense and he tried to find his way out of there. Sweat began to gather on his forehead, his tongue going dry as he tried to find a solution. He looked to the couches but they were all full. The dance floor was packed with people, far too many people for him to deal with. He had to find somewhere to go Anywhere at all, anywhere but here. He went on the tips of his toes to sneak a glance at a bar at the other side of the room. It seemed relatively quiet.

The awkward teen crawled along the wall, slipping through the crowd to avoid bumping into anyone. He was like a ninja, a wallflower ninja that avoided any and all contact with anyone else. He muttered curses to himself along the way. HE DIDN'T NEED TO JUMP INTO THINGS THIS FAST! But alas, he was here and he had to find a safe starting point to make some friends. Why did the liquor corner seem like a good idea? He didn't have a clue and right now, with the sweat slicking off hair and landing on his cheek, he could care less. He stuck to the wall as best as possible, going so far as to jump into the curtain when a couple crashed into the couch he was stepping on. After jumping over a particularly high stoner in his path, he lunged for an empty seat.

Peace. Park sighed. He looked down at the water cup in front of him and emptied it into awaiting lips. Due to his dull tongue, he hardly tasted the alcoholic burn the vodka he downed had. The impact was a sudden wooziness to a new drinker and he slammed his head into a nearby wall after the sudden dizziness. He blinked a few times. He didn't hit his head on a wall. He looked up to a very angry looking, older teenager who he had just slammed his head against. He jumped in his sea with arms in the air, accidentally interfering with any conversation his neighbours (one Ariana @Bee and Issa @Taytay) might have been having.

The larger male grabbed Park by the collar of his shirt and raised him from the ground. He knocked the Korean's seat down with his foot in a blind drunken rage. "The fuck do you think you're doing, chink?"

How did you apologise in English?! He went for the best next thing. "¿Lo siento?" The man growled. Oh he was in it now.



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