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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd5MDLDanGo]Ah, now when she come walkin' over. Now I've been waitin' to show her. Crimson and Clover. Over and over.[/url][/sub]
[sub]Been There, Done That (Soliel [@Dirty Pretty Lies]), Get Over It (Kayleb [@Taytay]), Shockingly Overdressed (Ximena [@Syn])[/sub][hr]

The first rule of making an entrance is never looking back, but sometimes it was impossible not to want to take a glance at handiwork. Shauna didn't need to see the look on Soliel's face to know full well that the new member of the Elite would be thinking about a certain Irish lass well after the fact. Shauna remembered Soliel rather well, before anyone gave a shit, before the Elite even batted an eye, and certainly before her current boytoy was even in the picture. Clear as day. Shauna saw nothing but a little lost Freshman with a physique to turn heads and inspire people to never drum up the courage to make an attempt. That little Freshman hadn't been prepared. The whispers. The soft Irish brogue. The sweet nothings. The sailor's tongue roaming the Cliffs of Moher. For Soliel Amaranthe Jameson it was her first time with the true pleasures of the world, the precious time when a flower bloomed into something beautiful; for Shauna Flynn, it was a weekend. 

Shauna didn't have to look back to know her presence, her simple sentence, would linger, though the senior did catch a glimpse of the boy in Sol's life stomping over like a bull had seen red - he hadn't, but Soliel certainly had. The content of their conversation didn't matter, and Shauna resumed her saunter towards a giggling gaggle of good girls with a smirk on her lips. The angered steps of Kayleb Carson said more than a dictionary ever could: one sentence had inspired such blind jealousy. In that moment, Shauna was like Helen of Troy. The Flynn women certainly had a knack for using their tongues to their advantage. 

As far as tongues went, Shauna found herself standing near a circle of theater club members and aficionados. Among them was a now-junior who had been Shauna's understudy in the spring play last year, and Shauna had ensured the understudy knew the lines well - Shauna did little memorizing games where the understudy got to play the leading lady under Shauna's study for every perfect line. There was also a stage hand who often helped design and put together sets. Just a few months ago for the little start of term performance Shauna insisted she and the stage hand thoroughly test the sturdiness of one of the sets. The wooden walls went a-rockin' but they didn't fall down. 

The more Shauna looked, the more it seemed this particular circle was practically a Shauna Flynn Support Group. Perhaps they were hoping that under the right circumstances, or with the right combination of booze and the aphrodisiac that was the party atmosphere, that they would get a second chance. The bitter reality of it all was that for someone who was exceptionally good at memorizing lines and quotations, Shauna Flynn hadn't even remembered their names even when her fingers were getting familiar with them. 

She offered a faked smile and a laugh at their dull anecdote, leading them on as she had with so many, when her performance was cut short by someone touching where Shauna had not been expecting anyone to be touching just yet. She knew her ass looked good in pants, but still. [color=FF6347][b]"Gabh mo leithscéal"[/b][/color] Shauna found herself slipping into a bit of the classic tongue - force of habit, the shock of it. 

It wasn't until the owner of the hand announced herself that Shauna actually twitched. 

Ximena Garcia. A name soon to be spoken of in truckstop bathrooms all over the country. The woman who took the title of attention whore seriously. The bitch who thought she could trample over Shauna's territory just because she fucked the Mouse. Beverly Hills High wasn't the Magic fucking Kingdom, and being in some overproduced, soulless productions made for profit rather than passion didn't make Ximena a queen. It was good the production cycle of hers had similar structure to the production of pornography - it meant she would be intimately familiar with the process of her future career. 

Not that Shauna was bothered by Ximena. 

[color=FF6347][b]"Ximena."[/b][/color] Shauna spoke, shifting the balance back in her favor after the round of grab-ass came as a not-all-the-way-unwanted surprise. [color=FF6347][b]"Was your name on the list or did you give Owen a little handjob 'round the tents?"[/b][/color] Shauna's Irish accent was coming out naturally. She was off her guard, but still doing her part to control the conversation. [color=FF6347][b]"Surprised you went with that dress. Even more surprised you managed to keep it on this long."[/b][/color] There were snickers from the theater girls nearby, but Shauna shot them a look and they went quiet and averted their gaze. [color=FF6347][b]"If you're gonna grab m'arse at least get me a drink first."[/b][/color] 

It was banter, sure, and Shauna was clearly making the best of it, but even a blind person could see that Ximena Garcia was about the only one at Beverly Hills High that could throw Shauna Flynn off her game. And they both knew it.

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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3V3Z2VIrxU]Sometimes I want to break all of the rules. Sometimes I don't want to silence my youth. Sometimes I feel like there's nothing to lose. Sometimes it's best to run wild.[/url][/sub]
[sub]Long Dark Hair (Kai [@Altered Tundra]), Did He Say Ducky? (Henry [@Universorum]), Please Pace Yourself, Unnie (Ari [@Bee]), That Wasn't Water! (Park Sang-woo [@SgtEasy])[/sub][hr]

Min-seo still didn't know what a mocktail was and she really had no time to learn; she could only hope that the girl who asked for it was satisfied by the absolute disaster Min-seo had served up. How many drink combinations were there? More importantly, how much could these people drink? She had thought the businessmen her father entertained drank a lot of soju, but many of these various colored liquids smelled a lot stronger than soju. She was glad that she wasn't alone, having help in the form of Henry meant that the bar, even with her slower, easily confused self, moved along at a decent pace. 

And of course, as soon as she had that thought, Henry was running off before Min-seo could raise a protest. She tried, lifting her hand as if to speak, but by the time her mouth opened Henry was off taking a small girl upstairs. That definitely had Min-seo blinking. Henry didn't really seem the type to be interested in...well Min-seo had seen some raunchy American movies (it was deemed as 'research' leading up to the party but Min-seo just wound up puzzled), enough to know what a boy and girl going upstairs at a party meant. The Korean girl pouted as she sighed; surely there would be time for him to do that later, did he really have to abandon her? The line was only going to get longer and she still wanted to make sure mocktail girl got what she wanted. 

“Whatever's fine, I guess." 

Min-seo couldn't dwell on Henry leaving the post for his own desires, she was entrusted with this and due diligence required that she see it through. Her next customer had long black hair, and if she had to guess...he looked like someone that would probably spend time at the beach a lot. He said...'water-vah fine'. Was that a type of alcohol? There were so many different brand names and bottles how could anyone keep track.  

She knew about a brand of water called Evian, was that what he meant by 'water-va fine'? The music was a bit loud so sometimes Min-seo didn't hear things properly. No one had been ordering water so far so she had her doubts. Back to the bottles it was. None of the bottles seemed to match the description of 'water-vah fine', and she really didn't want to keep him waiting. As she kept looking at the bottles, she finally snapped her fingers. A barely opened bottle of a yellow-orange liquid. The label didn't say 'water-vah fine' but it DID say 'Wild Turkey Fine Honey Liqueur' which was surely close enough.

Cracking open the bottle, Min-seo poured the honey flavored liqueur into a martini glass and handed it to the surfer guy. Another satisfied customer! Hopefully! 

More people pushed through, and some mercifully took Henry's request to heart and were ordering simple things or pointed to the specific bottle. For a brief moment, everything seemed to be going okay. And then someone pointed a gun at her and started speaking in Korean. Okay, so the gun was a finger but the Korean was absolutely unexpected - as everything so far had been - and it took Min-seo a moment to process. It wasn't that she didn't understand, it's that the transition was jarring. But the fellow Korean didn't want to wait for the processing period and started making her own beverage; Min-seo didn't have the heart to stop her. It was probably easier that way. 

[color=FFEFD5][B]"Eh?"[/b][/color] Min-seo gasped as Ariana proclaimed she would be back in a few minutes. That drink had a lot of vodka in it, and drinking it in the span of minutes couldn't be good for anyone. As Ariana left to her own devices, some other student approached the bar angry, saying how he ordered something other than what he got. [color=FFEFD5][b]"Sorry...Sorry..."[/b][/color] She apologized with two quick nods of her head and that seemed to work - that and Min-seo pouring them a fresh shot of tequila. 

There was an empty cup on the counter and Min-seo heard someone order vodka, so like a little bartending machine she filled the cup and almost as soon as it was filled it was snatched up and guzzled down like it was ice water and the drinker just came from the desert. Min-seo had to take a step back as the vodka chugger proceeded to collide into a larger student...who then kicked over a chair and started using what were clear threats of violence. 

[color=FFEFD5][b]"NO![/b][/color] Min-seo raised her voice to the two, shaking her hands frantically. [color=FFEFD5][b]"No fight. It is...axe-dent. No fight here!"[/b][/color]

She wasn't sure how well her words would translate, but a fight at the bar she was entrusted with would not look good for her. Hopefully...maybe someone more qualified would step up, but for now it was all she could do to try and apologize on the other's behalf. The movies did not prepare her for this at all. There wasn't a main character who could come in and save the day. 

[color=FFEFD5][b]"Please...no fight."[/b][/color]

Parties were hard work. When was the fun going to happen?

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The crew of the U.S.S. Orea had been in conflict with the dastardly fiends aboard the S.S. Tenpa for months now and it had become a stalemate. Both sides were tired, hungry, and wanted to go home to kiss their wives but neither could go home until the other was wiped out altogether. Torpedoes had been exhausted. Morale was low. At this point the only real option was for one side to ram the other and hope for the best. The brave captain of the Orea made the first move, telling the men to speed towards the Tenpa's broadside! The order was deemed crazy! But sometimes you had to be crazy to win the war. 

Seeing the Orea turn and start to gain speed towards them, the captain of the Tenpa barked for his men to turn and face the fiends head on! They weren't going to go down like chumps! Both boats were aimed right at each other and both had turned on the engines to full thrust! They were headed right for each other and if both of them went down then so be it! 

And that was when the SEA MONSTER ROSE FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN! 

Parker roared as she surfaced from underneath the bath water, standing up right - her height making it so she was still seventy percent in the water at full height - and crashing the bottles of L'Oreal and Pantene together as they were wrecked by the Ashford Sea Monster. When the bath didn't have any fun toys, sometimes improvisation had to be done, but there was only so long that bottles of shampoo and conditioner could be entertaining. 

“PARKER! I put your snack on the dresser table. You got like 10 minutes left!” 

Parker turned her head towards the door. [color=9ACD32][b]"OKAY![/b][/color] 

With that, Parker returned to her imagination, where now the survivors of the monster attack had to band together on a floating landmass called 'DOVE'. Hopefully the stranded sailors would be able to get back home. They had to kiss their wives after all![/center]