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Once satisfied with the numerous photos and short videos taken, Nadia stopped recording. Her fingers swiped through the options as she reviewed them, deciding which had the best angles and nicest points of view. The one thing about leaving New York that she was happy about was the amount of beaches there were in Florida. She had always loved the ocean, the smell of the sea salt breeze always being a strange comfort to her. Even at night she liked it, the way the stars met the dark waves being somewhat poetic.

As she let her phone begin the upload, she figured she should get back to mingle. As she turned towards the party, she ran her hands through her hair and spotted something poking out from one of the dunes. Squinting her eyes, she realized it was a person. Weird, she hadn't thought anyone else was out here. Trudging through the sand, as she got closer, she noticed it was Jason Weaver, bottle in hand. He was drinking alone? Weird.

"[color=lightsalmon]Jason?[/color]" She was surprised as she approached him, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "[color=lightsalmon]Everything okay?[/color]"

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Target locked on!

Stella had unwittingly opened a door, and before she would get the chance to close it, Lucas made sure to jab his foot forward and hold it open. And by that, it meant that he watched her curiously, feigning surprise. But there was no hiding his interest in her, and as she backed up, he decided to move in. As much as he thought it was a for sure thing, he didn't want to scare her away. So he mimicked her, closing in, but instead he pecked her cheek and backed away, grinning playfully.

"[color=crimson]It's okay,[/color]" He assured her, playing off her mistake. "[color=crimson]We're just having fun, right?[/color]"

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Sonny's statement brought out a genuine smile of amusement out of Victoire; an accomplishment, all things considered. Hell, if anyone just glanced over, they would think that this was just another casual conversation. Of course, that much went flying out the window as the girl bristled slightly upon hearing that stupid-ass nickname Sonny had for her. Nicknames in general were just stupid, she had a name and that was what she wanted people to call her by. But no, Sonny had his own special nickname just for her, one he always went out of his way to use.

Fucking idiot.

Giving him a rather unnerving smile, the brunette finished her drink before she would choose to respond. "[color=deepskyblue]Oh my God, you are just the cutest thing, thinking I would ever go out of my way for you. Like, ever. Just the idea is adorable,[/color]" Victoire replied in earnest. "[color=deepskyblue]I can't say I'm surprised you think that way, though. Especially considering that your head is so far up your own ass you forget that the universe existed before you were even a sperm in your father's balls.[/color]"

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