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2 yrs ago
Secured myself two interviews next week and waiting on the outcome of a third, feeling good today ๐Ÿ’•
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3 yrs ago
I think there are far more important things to worry about than people calling their characters "muses".
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4 yrs ago
Imagine how sad your life must be to flex on some nerds online.
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6 yrs ago
nuke the status bar
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7 yrs ago
I passed my exams!
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a e w i n
also known as the weirdo that fangirls a lot
โ€ข annie โ€ข 26 โ€ข united kingdom โ€ข

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a roleplay by @aewin & @melo
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The single best cure for a lonely Christmas.

Nobody should be alone this Christmas eve; and that includes you, dear reader. United at Heart gives you the opportunity to escape from the cold. This year we will once again be setting sail to white beaches and dry martinis. The Caribbean call for you! And so do the other most desirable singles in the USA.

Join us this year on United at Heartโ€™s exclusive 7-day Christmas Caribbean Cruise. For $5500, you will receive access to SS Astarte's most exclusive floor. There, you will have an opulent suite with a king sized bed, fully stocked kitchen and living room with TV and internet facilities, as well as a grand ocean view from your private balcony! Your money will also earn you the chance to find love on the sea, with daily parties and mixers to enjoy, as well as fun activies at our various locations within the Caribbean.

Do not miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to find love and live like a royal! Contact bookings@uahmatchmakers.com now to book your interest!
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It's the 20th of December when your character boards SS Astarte for a week of luxury and romance over the Christmas period, hosted by the infamous matchmaking service United at Heart. The service boasts an eyewatering 95% success rate, and is known for its luxury ocean liner holidays for single people. SS Astarte departs from Port Canaveral, Orlando and takes your character on a 7 day journey around the Caribbean.

The characters will all be one of the twelve VIP guests on board the Love Boat. They are all rich or famous in their own right, able to afford the best and most expensive package the company has to offer. Each day will be different for your characters, with multiple opportunities to mingle with each other.

Will your character find their One on the cruise of a lifetime?

๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข ๐˜Ž๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜™๐˜— ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต.
Also, this is my first RP, please be kind!

  • ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜™๐˜—, ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต. ๐˜Œ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ!
  • ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ 12 ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ 6 ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ 6 ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง 2 ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด.
  • ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ.
  • ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜š๐˜–๐˜“ ๐˜™๐˜—, ๐˜ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ: ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด.
  • ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜๐˜Š ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ. ๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Ž๐˜” ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ต.
  • ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Ž๐˜” ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต.

Posting my tentative interest here. Claiming Venus for now. I'll decide when I wake up later lol
Tentatively claiming Lakshmi ๐Ÿ‘€ FC: Banita Sandhu



A collaboration between @NeoAJ, @Spooner & @Aewin


It was a good thing Emilia had finished enough of her first drink, because she definitely wasnโ€™t prepared for when Ava grabbed her and brought her up onto the makeshift dance floor the living room was being turned into. She could scarcely utter a startled โ€œWha-!โ€ Still, at least it was a sign that whatever clouds were hanging over Miss Esposito, they were able to be pushed aside at least for now. That was going to be a crucial part of Emiliaโ€™s strategy for the evening as well. So she set her drink back on the bar and let herself be whirled around by her fellow Kings fan. It was fun, and made Emilia a little bit dizzy. But that was a feeling she was going to need to get used to.

Eventually, plans were made and the various members of the suite departed for other ventures. Even Val and Nate emerged from their respective bathrooms and headed out to explore Vegas in the daytime.

But not Emilia. Not Josie. The two best friends hung back in the palatial room, content to decompress from what had been a somewhat stressful morning and a long RV ride into Sin City. Besides, there were still plenty of drinks available on offer. The only problem was the food.

โ€œWhen do you think room service is going to get here, Jojo? Can they even make it this high up? What if weโ€™re too elevated to get food?!?โ€ The mojitos may have been hitting Emilia already at this point, but she was too hungry to notice, and she didnโ€™t dare break into her precious supply of Pizza Pringles already. What if the East Coast states didnโ€™t have them? Nope. Best to let the hotel provide food. It just needed to arrive quicker...

Josephine wasnโ€™t faring much better. After that thorough verbal spanking from Sami, Josie had taken to sulking on the couch with her blessed mojito. It was only her desire to eat that stopped her from mixing herself another drink, and luckily, Emilia had the same idea.

Josie found herself disappointed when she noticed hamburgers weren't part of the Bellagio specials, but she could do with a cheeseburger instead. There was no one to judge her, so why not? Josie lazed on the couch reading through the menu over and over again, her stomach complaining with every. Delicious. Word. "The menu says thirty minutes. It's only been four." It felt far longer than that, but when you're counting each second it feels like an eternity. "Ems, take this from me. If I keep looking at it, I'm gonna mistake it for chips." She waved the laminated paper over her head, somewhat amused by the wiggly sound it would make.

Emilia made the sacrifice of hopping off her bar stool and bouncing over to her pink-haired friend to claim the menu. Of course, she was in just as much danger as Josie of eating the options at this point. The desire not to eat the reserved cargo in her bag led to her ordering a Margherita pizza and now she was worried it would take way too long to make. โ€œI feel like we should have ordered more things. I mean, we are on vacation, right? We should be taking full advantage and seeing what we can get and do and eat and see and eat and Iโ€™m not helpingโ€ฆ OK, think, what can we do to pass the time until our food gets here? We need a distraction or somethingโ€ฆโ€

โ€œAnd be so full that we canโ€™t get drunk tonight?โ€ Josie shook her head. โ€œNo maโ€™am. Iโ€™d like to go to bed completely shitfaced, celebrate graduation in style.โ€

Josie had seen Emiโ€™s face that morning. Katieโ€™s presence hadnโ€™t been something either of them had been expecting, and the resurfacing memories clearly hit Emi in the feels. Josie didnโ€™t want such a bad start to their trip leaving a bad taste in their mouth. A distraction was very welcome, from their emotional and hunger plight, and Josie had just the idea in mind. She finally stood up to join Emi at the bar. โ€œHow about a little game of Never Have I Ever? Get us in that Vegas hype?โ€ She asked. Surely the best way to resolve your feels was to drown in alcohol! ...Well, it worked for her mom.

Emilia was a little unsure. She knew the game very well, but with just her and Josie going at it, and the fact that they both knew practically everything about each otherโ€™s lives, it was going to be very easy to make the other person drink.

But supposedly that was the whole point of the game, wasnโ€™t it?

โ€œOK!โ€ Emi agreed as she started rummaging through the bar. There was enough juice to mix with the rum that Sami had brought out so they could continue to keep pace even without those marvelous mojitos available. โ€œBut donโ€™t be too mean, OK? I want to at least be able to make it out the door tonight!โ€

โ€œIf you can remember your name by the end of this, Iโ€™ve failed.โ€ Josie responded in jest. Truthfully, all Josie wanted to do was get their minds off their morning troubles. It hadnโ€™t exactly been the best start for Emi, and Josie just wanted to help her friend.

โ€œWait,โ€ Some movement at the balcony reminded her that they werenโ€™t the only ones in the room. โ€œDโ€™you think Nate and Samiโ€™re here somewhere? Leon and Val look like theyโ€™re โ€˜boutta hang out.โ€

Emilia hadnโ€™t noticed the return of some of their travel party, especially given that Val didnโ€™t make an audible noise of disgust when passing by. Maybe that meant she was in a good enough mood to just give the blonde an eye roll. Who knows? โ€œDid you ever notice Val seems to get along REALLY well with the guys? Wish I had that ability.โ€ Emi stopped in her motions for a second upon saying that, but shook her head and moved on.

She finished mixing a couple of poorly-leveled drinks at the bar. Clearly missing the skills that Sami brought to the table, she brought the cocktails over to where her friend sat. โ€œAll right, you want to go first?โ€

Meanwhile, out on the strip, it turns out finding out that one of your best friends has a secret relationship with the girl youโ€™ve had a crush on for ages, and breaking up a fight drains you of energy. Who would have known? Not Nathan Matthews in any case. The walk back from the gym was quiet, or at least Nate thought it was. He might have grunted and hummed when Leon asked something but nothing of substance. His thoughts were completely somewhere else.

Somewhere along the way, the pair of friends got separated and Nathan was alone for the first time in hours. He decided to stay behind for a while, walking around and taking in the craziness that is Las Vegas. He didnโ€™t have his camera with him but he got some good shots on his phone. After a while, he decided it was time to head back to the hotel. Nathan hoped dearly that the rest of the group had headed off for some sort of adventure, all he wanted was to collapse on his bed and take a long nap before AJ probably dragged him out to some show.

As he stepped out of the elevator on their floor he thought he caught a glimpse of Val stepping into the elevator next to him going down. This boded well for him having the suite to himself. But when he opened the door he was met with a sight he didnโ€™t expect to see Emi and Josie obviously a little tipsy getting ready to play a game by the looks of it.

โ€œOh!โ€ he tried to sound a little less disappointed than he was โ€œYou alright guys?โ€

Ah, exactly the person Josie wanted to see! The morning awkwardness, despite being unpleasant for the two of them, really helped clear the air. Josie had even promised Nate that theyโ€™d hang out once at the hotel. She waved him over, a giddy expression on her face. โ€œCome come, I was just asking about you.โ€

โ€œWeโ€™re gonna play never have I ever, come join us!โ€ At least the game wouldnโ€™t finish too soon. โ€œYou look like you could do with a drink. Itโ€™s not gonna be a Sami style mojito, but I can assure you that rum andโ€ฆโ€ Josie took a sip of the drink that Emilia had mixed for them. โ€œApple juice? Yeah, it isnโ€™t so bad. And it's made by our girl Emi.โ€

Emilia closed her eyes and smiled at Josieโ€™s last comment. โ€œIโ€™m sure I can find some other juices if you prefer! I know there is orange soda still kicking around from the RV ride!โ€ She took a drink from her own mug. It definitely wasnโ€™t anywhere near Samiโ€™s mojito but it tasted enough like apples that it should do the trick.

Nathan rubbed the back of his head looking towards the room and bed that was calling his name. โ€œMmmmhhhโ€ฆ.โ€ he pondered looking from the girls to the room and back again. He let out a little sigh โ€œSure Iโ€™ll playโ€ he chuckled softly before heading over to where they were sitting. โ€œIโ€™m sure itโ€™s very tasty Emiโ€ he smiled broadly at the blonde as he took a glass from her. He took a sip and almost choked on the liquid running down his throat. He had spoken too soon, but kept his poker face up so as to not hurt her feelings.

โ€œSo who starts?โ€ he asked looking between the two.

โ€œDonโ€™t worry Emi, it tastesโ€ฆ fine.โ€ Josie gave Emilia a reassuring grin before turning to consider Nateโ€™s question. Given that the question had come up twice, Josie decided to answer. โ€œIโ€™ll go first.โ€ She then gave her friends a conspiratory smile. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Iโ€™ll go easy. Never have I ever been to Vegas before today.โ€

Emiliaโ€™s drink remained at the level. She did get to take a trip with her father last year during one of the road trips, but it was pretty uneventful. They went for dinner at one of Gordon Ramsayโ€™s restaurants, and then she spent the rest of her time at T-Mobile Arena before the team headed back to Los Angeles that night. Hardly debauchery at the levels promised today. But still it counted. โ€œSorry, didnโ€™t get me!โ€

โ€œSorryโ€ฆโ€ Nate held up his glass, confused with the rules since he wasnโ€™t really used to playing drinking games. โ€œSoโ€ฆ I drink if I have been here before orโ€ฆ if I havenโ€™t?โ€ he laughed at how stupid he must have sounded.

โ€œAh shit, thatโ€™s my bad. I started off with a bad one. You drink if youโ€™ve been here before, yeah.โ€ She laughed sheepishly before suddenly pausing. โ€œIโ€ฆ I think? Iโ€™m sure thatโ€™s how the game goes anyway.โ€ Like Nate, Josie wasnโ€™t exactly used to participating in drinking games. Most of her knowledge came from late night fanfiction readings on Tumblr, and they usually ended quiteโ€ฆ explicitly. โ€œSo, like, I wonโ€™t be drinking because this is my first time in Vegas as well.โ€

โ€œOhhhh, umโ€ฆ shoot.โ€ Emilia sheepishly took a drink from her glass. Figured she would misunderstand the rules already. โ€œFine. Ummmโ€ฆ never have I everโ€ฆ dyed my hair?โ€ Yeah, it was a cheap shot at Josie, but she had to get her back for the first drink. And at least make it known that she could play this game.

โ€œLow blow.โ€ Josie pouted in Emiliaโ€™s direction before taking a drink. Of course, dying her hair was as natural as breathing at this point. Some may even question what colour her hair naturally was. She sent another pout in Nateโ€™s direction, knowing that he was the last of the group yet to take a drink.

Nate screwed up his face in thought trying to figure out a question to ask. โ€œUhmโ€ฆโ€ he looked around the room for some inspiration. He was coming up with blanks. All he could think about was Valโ€™s pouty face when she freaked out earlier today in his Van. โ€œNever have I everโ€ฆ been forced to do something I really didnโ€™t want to do.โ€ he blurted out. Crap he got himself, he had to drink. Confessing his feelings for Josie was something he had been pushed to do by none other than Val herself. He lifted his glass to his company and took a long drink.

Josie took another sip of her drink upon hearing Nate, her heart feeling heavy all of a sudden. Was working at the Pet Inn really forced upon her? Questionable, but she felt that she had no way out of that life. No matter how many times she'd told herself that it was for the best, she could never help that twinge of disappointment each time.

She wasn't sure whether it was just her, or had the air had really gotten thicker after Nateโ€™s turn, but the sip of her drink had really helped. Josie sighed, rubbing her cheek awkwardly. โ€œI have a feeling you're going to need to make us more rum and apple juice.โ€

Emilia had to think about the question, but thinking about the question led back to a place she was desperately trying to avoid at the moment. There were times when she stayed at parties later than she wanted to, times when she hung out with people she didnโ€™t want to. But she did it for someone else. Someone whoโ€ฆ whoโ€ฆ

The drink request from Josie derailed the tear train in Emiliaโ€™s head for the moment. โ€œDrinks? Oh, yes, drinks! Um, Iโ€™ll see how much apple juice is left! Yes!โ€ Focusing on trying to outdo her rotten apple cocktail was now first and foremost in her mind. Aside from the game at hand. โ€œAlso, never have I ever paid for a camera!โ€

โ€œYour tone sounds very pointed right now Em!โ€ Nate laughed as he drank once again. Obviously he had paid for many cameras and wasnโ€™t planning on stopping anytime soon.

Josie laughed, feeling the tension pass finally. She even decided to jump in after Emilia, get her revenge on Nate. โ€œNever have I ever had a part time job.โ€ Sure, she was shooting herself in the foot, but that sip of her drink had never tasted more sweeter.

Again, no drinks for Emilia as she prepared a new batch of cocktails for her friends. They seemed to be losing the game worse than she was. Or was it winning? Maybe she should start giving herself a drink or two. She would have a fresh one, as her particular style of mixing didnโ€™t require much effort. Put in an ice cube, pour in alcohol, pour in whatever juice was available in the bar. This time it was mango. She looked around for a sort of tray, and decided to empty the one that sat and offered coffee fixins for the drinks. That made this feel like a part-time job at least. Still doesnโ€™t count though. Does Kingsโ€™ unofficial mascot count? Probably not.

In any case, Emilia rejoined her drinking companions and handed out the new beverages. โ€œI donโ€™t think Iโ€™m doing too well at this game. I havenโ€™t drank in a while.โ€

โ€œI feel like one does never do good at drinking gamesโ€ฆ do you win if you get the most drunk? Or if you stay sober?โ€ he queried, taking another sip of his drink, since he has had a part time job since he was 15. โ€œOk! Never have I ever had hair past my shoulders!โ€ he burst out laughing โ€œGood one right? Huh? Right?โ€ he looked from Emi to Josie who both have long gorgeous locks.

Surely the win condition was to be the one as sober as possibleโ€ฆ But then again, Josieโ€™s fanfictions never lasted long enough for her to confirm. However, did it really matter? Josie could see that both Nate and Emi seemed to be in good spirits, and that alone was enough to warm her heart.

Unless that was the rum talking...

โ€œEmiโ€ฆโ€ Josie turned to face her best friend, a glint in her eye. โ€œHow about we team up. Two against one, he canโ€™t get the both of us!โ€

After Emilia took a long drink from her original apple cocktail, enough to finish it off and allow her attention to be fully turned to her new mango concoction, she turned to her bestie. โ€œGirls against the guy?โ€ She looked back at Nate. โ€œOh yeah, we can take him.โ€™ The pizza was forgotten. The troubles were forgotten, Josie having unwittingly staved off another potential breakdown. Val was forgotten. There was only one thing that mattered in the moment. She took a small sip of the mango drink to make sure it was good to go. Once that was verified, she set her mug down and pointed at the lone male in the contest. โ€œLetโ€™s dance, Nate!โ€




A collaboration with Evie, Junie, & Elliot
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Not playing it sweet tonight, with Turn Me On by David Guetta, ft. Nicki Minaj blasting out of her PC speakers, the slender model could be seen in her walk-in closet wearing a lavendar colored lace thong with a matching low back, strapless bustier. Slipping on the pink dress that Rosie suggested would โ€˜break his heartโ€™ because it showed that she knew she was a hot bitch and that she didnโ€™t need him (she chose him), Junie slyly smirked as she looked at her body up and down. Far too lazy to zip her dress up, she went outside and gestured with her finger for Elliot, her new toy, to take care of it. โ€œEl, come here and be a doll.โ€

She was hovering over her dresser, going through her jewelry, when she called her other pet to her, โ€œEvie, honey. Come help me, please.โ€ On top of needing to decide what necklace, rings, and bracelets to wear, she needed to pick a clutch to compliment her dress, and figure out how sheโ€™d wear her hair. Junie had already did her make up since she knew exactly what she was going to wear prior to her friends arriving. Nothing too drastic but enough color around her eyes to give them a pleasant pop. Still natural and elegant, though. That was her style, even if tonight she let the sultry minx inside her come out to play.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a tiny blonde holding a rustic serving tray with three drinks, sliced cheese, fruit, meat, and crackers. โ€œMimosas for Junie and her cuties!โ€ Placing it on Junieโ€™s desk, she didnโ€™t delay, or overstay her welcome, and as such, skipped to the door. Before dismissing herself, she surveyed Junie and excitedly grinned.

โ€œDo you want to take a bite, Mia?โ€ Junie caught a glimpse at her sorority sister gawking at her in admiration, which was rewarded with a kind smile.

โ€œHow can anyone resist from gobbling you up?! Of course I do!โ€ Thatโ€™s what she liked to hear. Junie loved all the support she had. She knew no matter how messy her life got, sheโ€™d always have someone by her side.

โ€œIs that true, Elliot? Would you gobble me up?โ€ Junie teased the boy, who seemed tense, which she found rather cute. Mia took this opportunity to close the door and go back to whatever she was doing. While Junie adored Evie more than anything, it was obvious that she took a strong interest in the awkward boy and therefore gave him more attention.

Elliot didn't know what to expect when Evie had practically begged him to go to Junie's place with her, at first he had declined because he wanted nothing to do with helping a girl pick out clothes but after getting a text from said girl and Evie telling him she wasn't someone to upset he thought otherwise. That's how the nerdy boy ended up sitting in a room filled with attractive girls as they blasted terrible music and gossiped. 'What the hell am I? This feels like I'm a token gay friend...but I'm not even gay!' He thought, feeling incredibly awkward and nervous.

The whole time Junie had been using him to do little things here and there for her, this time she wanted him to zip her dress up. With a face as red as a tomato he got up and zipped her skimpy pink dress up. What was the point of wearing it? Was she trying to impress the boy he hoped wouldn't totally beat him? All week he had been avoiding people and trying to keep out of the way, he'd been quite lucky because a lot of people didn't remember who he was. Guess being a quiet recluse had its perks.

Once his task had been accomplished he sat back down next to Evie, watching as a bouncy blonde came in bearing snacks. This did catch his interest, snacks were his favorite. As the girls talked he nibbled on the crackers and cheese, his head snapping up when Junie spoke. "Uhโ€ฆ.like a uhโ€ฆ.piece of cake?" He said, unsure about what the right answer was. He looked to Evie, "Is that right?" He really didnโ€™t know what he was supposed to say.

Looking between Junie and Elliot, Evie then gave Junie a sickly sweet smile. โ€œYeah! Like a perfect genoise sponge decorated with a ton of strawberries! Iโ€™d be a stupid guy not to want that,โ€ She chirped in agreement. Well, the reality was that she didnโ€™t even necessarily need to be a guy to want Junie, but it wasnโ€™t like that was ever going to be reciprocated. She hid the twinge of disappointment by throwing herself into accessory hunting.

Ever since Evie brought Elliot to the art room, it seemed as though Junie preferred his company to hers. Even now, Junie was lavishing him with attention as Evie would run around at her command. She was happy, truly, that her good friend is getting a powerful ally in Junie, but she didnโ€™t want to be forgotten either.

โ€œWhat about this?โ€ Evie rested a delicate layered choker necklace against Junieโ€™s neck, decorated with golden leaves and a pretty pearl that Evie thought could even be a cute little juniper berry. It was best not to dwell in her sorrows, instead proving to Junie that even she could be helpful tonight.

โ€œOh yes, yes. Thatโ€™s perfect, honey.โ€ Junie, with a mimosa in hand, made her way to Evie and pushed her hair to the left side so her loyal friend could put it around her neck. Once she took a sip of her drink, she placed it down on her dresser and grabbed a triple strand pearl bracelet that would easily match Evieโ€™s choice in necklace. As she put it on, her mischievous, icy blue eyes searched Elliotโ€™s face for emotion. โ€œDo I make you uncomfortable, Elliot?โ€ she cooly remarked.

Anyone with half a brain cell could pick up on the small mannerisms and tics he did that clearly displayed he wasnโ€™t used to something like this. His shoulders were up, near his ears, showing he was tense and could use a massage. His warm hazel eyes didnโ€™t know where to look, so he kept his focus on the food he was eating, hoping it could distract him from his current situation. Last but not least, he kept close to himself, leaving distance between her and him unless she demanded otherwise. โ€œYou can be honest with me. Isnโ€™t that right, Evie?โ€ Exuding power and poise, controlling the conversation and the room, she reached for her drink once more and took another sip.

As she waited, she thought about Tyโ€™s audacity Monday night, and how he thought he could get away with his unforgivable actions. He tried to be smooth, and sexy, in order to get her to grant him a pass. If he didnโ€™t impress her tonight, which a little birdie did tell her that he was trying to know what she liked so he could do so, maybe sheโ€™d leave him behind and focus on grooming and polishing Elliot, to be a boy in her league. The glass was against her lip when a smirk graced her face. If Evie wasnโ€™t going to bring this charming boy to his full potential, then Junie might as well do it herself.

Elliot shook his head profusely upon hearing Junie's question, "No! I just don't know how to be around girls...or people in general." He mumbled as he slowly munched on a piece of cheese. He was also trying damn hard to not be so front and center in Junie's head, the way Evie acted around her friend hadn't gone unnoticed by him and he didn't want to get in-between the girlsโ€™ friendship.

The boy grabbed one of the Mimosas that were meant for him and sipped on it, "Anyway this isn't about me, this is about you right? So...let's go back to that." He said. Elliot had already started to notice that Junie liked to make him flustered and awkward on purpose, he was glad that Evie was there to at least gobble up some of her teasing.

Evie nodded along, โ€œYeah, you donโ€™t make Elliot uncomfortable at all. In fact, it doesnโ€™t matter because tonightโ€™s your night anyway!โ€ Evie agreed quickly, carefully adjusting the necklace around Junieโ€™s neck before she could get distracted by their close proximity. She wanted to save Elliot, and was all too glad to vy for Junieโ€™s attention in his place.

โ€œTonight, youโ€™re a queen! You donโ€™t haveโ€™ta worry about us!โ€ She looked over Junieโ€™s shoulder to give Elliot a comforting smile.

Hm. Flattery. โ€œStating the obvious, I see.โ€ Deciding to store the fact that Elliot didnโ€™t know how to act around girls in her head, for later use, and offering Evie an appreciative smile for the compliment, Junie left those two to talk amongst themselves so she could scavenge for the last item she needed. Shoes. She had too many options, and so little time.

Elliot breathed a small sigh of relief when Junie went to find a pair of shoes. He took this opportunity to say something he'd been holding back to Evie. "Just thought you should know...the fact that you desperately want her to notice you is blinding." He whispered to her with a sympathetic grin.

Evie gave him a confused look as she took her place beside Elliotโ€™s side. โ€œWhat?โ€ With a laugh, she waved her hand as to brush off the remark. โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talking about.โ€ Despite the air of coolness, internally she was panicking. She was eternally thankful that Junie was busy with her shoe hunt, because Evie had no way of hiding the bead of sweat forming on her hairline as the panic grew stronger.

A brief pause later, Evie turned her body to face Elliot, leaning in. โ€œIs it really that obvious? God, do you think she noticed?โ€ So much for acting cool.

He couldnโ€™t help but chuckle softly, since he and Evie shared a lot of classes together he spent a lot of time with her. While he might not look like the most observant person ever he took note of a lot of things about people, his mother told him it was a quality that would make him a great journalist one day. โ€œI donโ€™t think so. She probably thinks you're just a friend who wants to help in any way she can, honestly thatโ€™s probably what anyone would see. I just hang around you a lot so I can see the little changes.โ€ He said comfortingly.

โ€œOkay, I think I found the perfect pair.โ€ Sauntering out, fully dressed now, Junie showcased the white shoes and pearl clutch she decided on. It was a no brainer to keep up with the pearl theme. Standing in front of the two sitting beside one another, she did a crossed ankle pose, which was casual yet striking to visually elongate her legs and narrow her hips. โ€œGood?โ€ She knew it was, but she liked hearing what they thought. Both of them.

Evie gave Elliot another strained smile as Junie returned, fully dressed this time and showing off her enviable figure for praise. His support was comforting, knowing that Junie didnโ€™t think of her as desperate. Feeling at ease for the first time that night, she turned to give Junie a look, unable to hide the awe as she saw the outfit altogether. โ€œYou look amazing. Ty will regret not messaging you now, if he wasnโ€™t already.โ€ Evie answered honestly, clasping her hands together with pride. Junie looked like she was glowing and her night was only just about to start.

Elliot nodded in response, giving a little thumbs up in approval. How the heck did he become the pet of a bombshell sorority girl? "In my limited experience with girls, definitely sitting at the tippy top of the hot scale."

Grinning at the two boosting her already big ego, she gave them both an approval nod, as if they appeased her and provided exactly what she needed from them, โ€œThatโ€™s what I like to hear,โ€ she cooed. Feeling the urge to ask how they would spend their night, she approached the cheese platter to grab a piece and as she did so, she opened her mouth.

Slam!

Unfazed by Mia burging in, throwing the door open, Junie retracted her hand and looked at her sister, who was flushed. โ€œHeโ€™s here! Heโ€™s brought flowers. Well, he hasnโ€™t gotten to the door yetโ€ฆ but heโ€™s coming now!โ€

Going to her window, she peered in between her curtains to see him striding down the walkway with sunflowers in hand. โ€œI wonder who told him,โ€ she whispered to herself. The main reason why she loved those flowers were because her dad always had a vase of them somewhere in the house. It was something sheโ€™s always been exposed to since she was little. When she saw a sunflower, she thought about her family, therefore making it her favorite.

Brushing off her curiosity, she turned to Evie and Elliot, โ€œAlright, you two. Leave when you please, close my door on your way out. Iโ€™ll definitely tell you all about the date at brunch tomorrow, so donโ€™t make any plans.โ€ Casually, she strolled to Evie first, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the lips, like she would with her family. Immediately after, she grabbed Elliotโ€™s chin and brought him to her lips and rewarded him with a peck as well.

Leaning up, Juniper beamed, โ€œBe good and donโ€™t do anything I wouldnโ€™t do!โ€ With that, the redhead followed her sorority sister out the door, leaving her friends in her bedroom and heading downstairs where her date was waiting.

The poor boy had to process what happened before looking to his blonde friend beside him, face tinted pink. Was that how people normally said goodbye? "Hey Evie, does that count as my first kiss?" He asked worryingly, he sure hoped not.

Evie, in the meantime, was left starstruck. The expression was clear on her face as she turned to face Elliot, his question just barely registering in her mind. โ€œNo,โ€ Lucky for Elliot, she knew the answer. It was worse, for her anyway. โ€œThis is what the Junie friendzone feels like.โ€



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Well, shit.

Now this is what you call a god damn hotel room.

Josie had spent most of her time in the RV napping and distracting Emilia from having breakdowns with their shared Ariana Grande playlists. It worked for the most part, and their journey didn't seem so bad. Granted they weren't on the road for that long, and it seemed like the trip was starting with a high (ignoring the parking lot fiasco, that is).

By the time they reached the Bellagio Hotel, Josie was running on chaotic nap energy. She decided not to get involved with the argument... much. Her only condition was that she and Em stay close, otherwise she couldn't really give a shit. It wasn't like Josie had beef with anyone!

(It was quite the feat to avoid the icy vibes coming from a certain pretty brunette.)

Alas, things went her way (for the most part). Josie repressed sounding giddy when she found out that she and Sami were in the same group. Lucky. Hell, she even had Nate in the same group, and Josie was... optimistic to say the least. At least this way she could work on fixing her friendship with Nate!

โ€Iโ€™ll take the couch cos that things looks comfy as fuck and I donโ€™t sleep anyway. Savvy?โ€ Josie made a face hearing that. Papi was truly a sweetheart, but he couldn't keep getting the short end of the stick!

"You sure a sofa is enough? I don't mind sha-" It hit her that she wasn't exactly alone in that bed. And four people on one bed sounded like something only porn could accomplish. Or the rich.

And she couldn't exactly speak for Ava and Emi either.

Damn it. Thinly veiled chivalry aborted.

"I'll take that mojito." She decided to say instead, giving up. She looked at Ava as she practically ordered Sami to make it her way, before adding quietly under her breath, "Without the terms and conditions." She was a simple basic bitch. She heard drinks, she was down.
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