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𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟

i f I j u s t l a y h e r e
w o u l d y o u l i e w i t h m e ,
& j u s t f o r g e t t h e w o r l d ?
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The pair's trip to the library took a lot longer than Finn had originally anticipated, as it usually did. Alice had a massive weakness for books, he knew, so it didn't surprise him that they could hardly get further than 3 feet before she picked up another novel to flick through on her way to and from the front desk which, annoyingly enough, was more of a back desk. They would manage a whole two steps before Alice would gasp, at times squeal excitedly, and pick up yet another one of her favourite books. It wouldn't shock Finn if she turned round and told him that she had read every single book in there, judging by the way she insisted that every one of them was her favorite.

"Ohh, Finn, look! A Tale of Two Cities! What do you think?" The worst part of it was that he wasn't even allowed to retreat into his own thoughts, being dragged out of them every thirty seconds as his companion demanded for his opinion on every piece of literature she picked up. It had been a solid two hours befor they finally left the library, Alice now carrying four more books in her backpack.

The mall was only a short walk from the library - practically across the road, in fact - so Finn and Alice left the car in the library's parking bay and left for their milkshake mission on foot. They walked with their usual chat, teasing each other about the events of the night before until they lapsed into a thoughtful silence. Upon a quick check of her phone earlier, Alice had discovered many videos of Finn dancing on the table plastered up on social media for the world to see, but thankfully saw nothing to do with her and Ricardo. No one cares. The voice in her head told her. He definitely doesn't. You were just another one of his conquests. And she had almost let herself be, which filled her with a great amount of unexpected anger. She would not be some prize! Next time she saw Ricardo Ignacio, she would let him know exactly what she thought of him and his antics.

Finn, upon noticing the apparent annoyance of his friend, nudged her gently as they entered through the air-conditioned doors into the mall, which was still pretty quiet considering it was still early, and offered her a grateful smile. "You know, if I ignore the splitting headache and the sun being way too bright, I think this is a pretty cool day out."

"Well, you're stuck with a full summer of them." Alice laughed, nudging Finn back as they neared their favorite milkshake and smoothie stand. "Just me, you and - Finn?" Finn had stopped a few steps back, wearing that same expression he always did when he wanted to be anywhere other than where he was now. Following his gaze, Alice's eyebrows rose in surprise. Sitting there, banana smoothie in hand, was Victoria Steel. Alone. Wearing Finn's jacket.

"How the hell has she got your jacket?! Did she steal it from you, Finn? She has no right! God, I'll go get it off of her now." Alice had just started to storm over when Finn grabbed her arm, pulling her back. Shit, he hasn't expected Victoria to be here. And why was she still wearing his jacket? Did she care that much? No. She couldn't. She was probably wearing it to make fun of him, to remind people of the mess he had been last night. "Alice, don't. It's fine. I gave it to her."

Alice opened her mouth to ask more, but, seeing the expression on Finn's face, she closed it again. They would talk about this later. For now, milkshakes were far more important. Tightening her ponytail, Alice plastered a smile on her face and walking up to the stand, acknowledging Victoria with a polite nod of the head before leaning over the counter and asking for the pair's usual: a strawberry milkshake for her, and a cookies 'n cream one for Finn.

As Alice paid for the milkshakes and watched them being made, trying her hardest not to let her eyes wander about their surroundings, searching for one person in particular, Finn took a deep breath and left his friend's side to approach the stunning blonde nearby. Running a hand over his Raven hair, he tried to meet her eyes while offering a half-hearted smile.

"Hey. Nice jacket." Pulling out the seat across from her and sitting down in it before he could think any better of it. He almost jumped out of his seat as a cookies 'n' cream milkshake was set down rather harshly in front of him by one glowering silver-haired girl. Alice supposed it wasn't her place to be angry, but she felt the irritation towards being disregarded, for Victoria, of all people, all the same. Mustering up all of the self-control she possessed, Alice turned to the blonde across from them.

"Hi, Victoria. I'd love to chat, but I need to go pick up something from the pharmacy." She hesitated for a moment, expecting Finn to offer to accompany her, but upon hearing nothing from her best friend, she turned and left with her strawberry milkshake in hand. Although her original plan had been to visit the pharmacy later, there was absolutely no way that she would be sitting at a table with Victoria Steel. It might have seemed petty of her, but she believed that it was far too early for that sort of awkwardness.

Meanwhile, Finn was taking a small sip of his milkshake without bothering to check if Alice was okay. He had put what he believed her interests were before his own already in the past 24 hours, and that had only ended in tears. "Are you here alone? I wouldn't have thought the infamous Victoria Steel went anywhere without her minions in tow."

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟

i f I j u s t l a y h e r e
w o u l d y o u l i e w i t h m e ,
& j u s t f o r g e t t h e w o r l d ?
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The first thing Finn registered when he woke up was the foot in his face. The second thing he noticed was that it felt as if someone was saying his head open with a blunt knife from the inside. The light streaming in through Alice's windows did not help the latter. Finn was just about to drift off back to sleep when the foot in his face almost knocked out his front teeth. "Fuck, Alice! I'd rather not have dentures at 18, thanks." He cringed at how loud his voice sounded in the soothing silence of the room, and even moreso at the croakiness of it. How much had he actually drank last night?

After a great deal of moaning and groaning, both Finn and Alice finally managed to force themselves out of the bed they had be lying top-to-toe in. The groans increased tenfold when they realised what time it was - barely past 8 in the morning. Finn was grateful that the pair were so accustomed to sleeping over that they had their own routines figured out to the very minute. First, Finn would go to the bathroom to do his thing there, while Alice chose an outfit and cleaned any mess they had left behind the night before. Then it was Alice's turn in the bathroom, getting changed in there after a quick shower while Finn got changed in whoever's bedroom they were in at the time. They would both then go down to the kitchen together and absolutely butcher a recipe chosen the night before for breakfast, end up binning their radioactive creation and opt for coffee instead. It was little routines like this that kept them both sane.

It was when they were sat at opposite ends of the breakfast bar, sipping on their coffee, that they both finally let their minds wander to the night before. Finn's mind had to try considerably harder to piece together the events that had unfolded, but he managed and felt the crushing wave of regret all the same. All he could see was Victoria's shattered eyes and tear-stained face as he shut her down. Even in hindsight, he couldn't see a good enough reason as to why he would turn down the most beautiful girl he knew. But, at the same time, part of him knew that he had done the right thing. He would be waking up to a whole load of newer, scarier regrets if he had given Victoria Steel what she had wanted.

"You disappeared pretty quickly last night, Al." Although Finn's tone was playful, Alice knew that he wanted to know exactly why she had abandoned him the way she had. Truth be told, she couldn't come up with a good reason. There was only one that even felt like the truth, and she knew it would not sit well with Finn. That reason started with a capital R and ended with trouble. And yet, Alice doubted that she had never felt the way she had last night, backed up against the side of the pool with Ricardo Ignacio's breath on her lips. She couldn't even imagine Finn's reaction to her saying such words out loud, but the attempts to caused an uncontrollable smirk to spread across her features.

"Don't you talk to me about disappearing, Finnlay. No one saw you until the last five minutes, when everyone saw you. Shirtless. Dancing on top of a bloody table." She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the warm flush that seeped into her friend's otherwise pale complexion.

"Touché. Let's just agree to never talk about last night again. Deal?" He held his hand out as an offering for her to shake it, and she couldn't help but notice the signature hangover shakes that made them tremble slightly. Knocking his hand aside, Alice jumped off of her stool in a movement far too lively for the morning after. "You wish. I have nothing to be embarrassed about." At least not yet. She found herself thinking. It was only a matter of time before word got put about her shenanigans in the pool with a certain host of a certain party.

"Come on. I have books to return to the library." At Finn's crestfallen expression, she rolled her eyes. "I'll treat you to a milkshake too at the mall, sulky. Even though you don't deserve it after the way you treated me last night." Finn was quiet for a long second, probably trying to force the memories to come back to him, obviously failing, from the confused look on his face.

"You had a little tantrum on the front steps about our parents, if I do remember correctly." Alice spoke brightly as she locked the front door they had just left by behind her, but still stole a quick glance at the devastated face of her best friend. "Aw, shit, Alice. I did it again, didn't I? You know I didn't mean it, right? Did anyone hear. I'm so sorry, man." She watched with a tiny pinch of satisfaction at his guilt-stricken face before nudging him gently as a means of forgiving him.

"It's fine. Things haven't been too bad recently, anyway." Catching his suspicious glance as he opened the door to the passenger seat and climbed inside, her voice picked up from it's hushed tones in earnest. "Seriously. Damien's at work most of the time anyway. And when he's not, mum's home to keep an eye on things. I can look after myself, Finn, you know that."

Of course he did. He didn't know anyone else that could get through what Alice does on a day-to-day basis. He also knew there was little he could do about it, though, and he let out a deep sigh, suddenly feeling the need to punch something. His fingers were just closing into fists when a reassuring hand touched them gently, cutting through his anger and mirroring the way he had comforted her just yesterday, even though it had felt like an age. "Hey, milkshake, remember? Chill."

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟

i f I j u s t l a y h e r e
w o u l d y o u l i e w i t h m e ,
& j u s t f o r g e t t h e w o r l d ?
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Had she just read his mind? From the second Victoria mentioned Alice's name, that was all Finn could come up with. He had just been thinking about how much of an ultimate betrayal him hooking up with the most gorgeous girl in school would be to Alice, when Victoria demanded to know if it was because of her. But as she continued talking, Finn realised she couldn't have read his mind, because she had gotten it all wrong.

Alice had told him about Victoria's insecurities, about the ultimate reason behind their fallout, but he had never really believed her - assuming that it was just Alice being Alice, and looking for the best in everyone and the worst in herself. But as the hurt rang clear in Victoria's voice, Finn knew that it was far truer than he could have ever imagined. He had only ever seen a girl speak like this once before, and that was when his sister had been dumped by yet another one of her arsehole exes and she refused to eat in front of anybody for close to a month. It had baffled him almost as much as it did now, as he stared at the Goddess in front of him with tears streaming down her perfect cheeks.

Watching helplessly as she pushed past him and left with a door slam he definitely deserved, Finn supposed that he should probably be relieved that it was now only him left in the room, but instead all hr felt was regret. Cold, painful regret.

"Shit. Fuck. Shit." All his drunken mind could do was let him slump against the nearest wall and slide down it, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

Alice's heart was in her mouth as the distance closed between her and Ricardo in what seemed, to her, at least, like less than a second and a thousand years at the same time. She was torn between two states of mind - her usual, mentally scarred self was screaming at her to run, to get away from this fiend; but another, unfamiliar part of her wanted him closer, so close that they could melt together into one. It was this part of her that leaned into his hand that gently caressed her face, leaving a burning trail of desire in its wake. She reckoned he would have kissed her, and she would have let him if it wasn't for the ear-splitting scream that could have only belonged to one person interrupting them.

Alice felt a lot more annoyance than she was used to towards the stunning blonde screeching her head off in the garden, before pushing it down and offering her an embarrassed smile that was most likely ignored. Her eyes lingered perhaps a little longer that they should have on the built frame leaving the pool and her behind.

She was just settling back into the water, her heartbeat finally slowing to a somewhat normal pace, when she remembered something she should've remembered a long time ago: Finn. A wave of shame crashed over her as she scrambled out of the pool, ignoring the wolf-whistles that followed her as she pulled her dress over her head, not bothering to dry herself off first. She had been sitting there... canoodling, while he was probably sitting there alone, maybe even looking for her. Glancing at her phone, she winced at the time it read. Her mum and stepfather would be home by now, probably wondering where she was. The time had practically flown by.

She found Finn standing on top of a table, chugging a bottle of Jack, people either chanting his name or filming him. Shoving past the growing crowd, Alice reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling him down from where he stood. Holding him tight as he wobbled slightly before leaning heavily against her, mumbling something about his jacket. Come to think of it, where was that thing? She could've sworn she saw draped around...no, it couldn't have been. Finn was too smart for that. Casting a glance at his face, which looked half-conscious, she made aengal note to ask him about it later.

"Come on. We're going home."

To her surprise, he let out a sharp laugh that had no humour in it. "Home? Neither of us even know what that word means, Alice." The words were barely coherant with the amount he slurred, slumping down on the front porch as Alice let go of him to call for an Uber. He was projecting. He did it every time he was drink. He doesn't mean it.

"My parents hardly even know I exist. And yours - darling Damien is just happy that you're a younger, hotter version of your mom, isn't he?" If it wasn't Finn that was saying it, she would've slapped him, but he'd said it all before. Besides, his tone wasn't malicious, just very tired. Something bad really must've happened to him in there. That didn't mean she was unphased by his words, however, and she shot a quick glance behind them to make sure no one had heard. Idiot.

"Shut up, Finn. The car's here." Not bothering to help her friend up this time, Alice marched across the front lawn to wear a car was waiting, murmuring apologies to the driver in advance as Finn stumbled over to them and practically fell into the backseat in one lurching movement. The car ride consisted of Alice sitting in the front seat and offering the driver somewhat hurried directions, Finn singing 'God Save the Queen's in the backseat and turning an odd shade of green at the last corner, and the driver himself refusing to drive any further for fear of the boy throwing up in his precious car. Apologisong again, Alice stuffed a five dollar bill into the driver's hand as means of a tip and dragged Finn out just in time for him to start throwing up in the nearest bush.

At least she had an excuse for coming home this late. Her mother would consider it heroic of her to take care of her friend in need. Her stepfather, on the other hand, would not be happy. That was something she would tackle in the morning, though. Right now, she had to focus on getting this mess of a boy that bloody spiral staircase of hers.

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟

i f I j u s t l a y h e r e
w o u l d y o u l i e w i t h m e ,
& j u s t f o r g e t t h e w o r l d ?
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Alice had been, to say the least, somewhat surprised by Ricardo's lack of repulsion towards her bareness. Surely, he must be so accustomed to seeing girls that were basically Goddesses, that Alice was next to nothing in comparison? But Ricardo's impressed face said otherwise, and caused an involuntary flush to warm her cheeks as she settles into the cool water.

She chose to say nothing to his statement regarding her legs, having no interest in his smug charm or practiced compliments. Tracing a finger along the surface of the water, every so often her gaze would flickee up to Ricardo - it might have seemed suggestive, but she was merely doing it to make sure he was actually still there, and this wasn't some unsettling figment of her imagination. She was definitely thinking more clearly, now she was in the pool, so she found herself relaxing slightly. His presence no longer made her feel as uncomfortable, and she had grown used to the butterflies that teased her abdomen every time their eyes met.

"Yeah, this isn't too bad. But you're wrong. I have fun all the time, just not your kind of fun." She bravely took a step closer to Ricardo, her gaze hesitating on his lips before meeting his eyes. She was following the same instructions one particular queen B had given her a long time ago when it came to unsettling the opposite sex. She wanted nothing more than to see that look of surprise painted across his features again.

"I know what you think of me, Ricardo Ignacio." Alice made sure his name dripped off her tongue like honey, licking her lips as if she was savouring the taste of it. "I'm not some boring, uptight freak. I can be just as...amusing as these other girls." She was leaning closer and closer into him as she spoke, close enough even to see her reflection in his eyes. Her gaze dropped lower, for a fraction of a second, teasing, before she abruptly leaned back again before he could do anything about it, her seductive front broken.

"I just choose not to be. I'm not here to let loose, or to 'enjoy life'." She nodded her head defiantly, yet still failed to come up with the reason as to why she was actually here. That was a mystery in itself.

Finn was not so in control. He had ended up in the one situation that he didn't want to be in. He was in a room. Alone. With Victoria Steel. God help him. As the others left the room, one by one, he had the intentions of doing the same, already picking up his t-shirt to put on during his hasty exit. Even through the drunken haze that was his state of mind, he knew a situation like this could only end in one thing.

It was when Victoria turned to look at him, like she was a hunter and he was her prey, that his heart started hammering in his chest. Hard. It was a surprise to him that she couldn't hear it, sitting so close to him. He almost jumped out of his skin when a soft hand rested on his elbow, feeling weirdly ticklish to his intoxicated mind.

"Listen V-Vicky- I mean, Victoria. You're hot - shit, you're g-gorgeous, but I really don't think whatever you're doing is a..." He lost track of his thoughts as he met those sultry blue eyes, and practically had to shake his head to keep talking. "A mistake! Yep, a huge mistake."

He could almost hear Alice laughing at him. Shit. Alice. She would murder him if she found out he had been in a room, alone with Victoria. Wait, why was that again? His drunken thoughts took an age to piece things together. Oh yeah, the girl sitting next to her had practically destroyed his best friend and he was letting her get into his pants. Something in his eyes hardened at that, and he shook her of, somewhat harshly. Standing up while wobbling slightly, Finn snatched up his t-shirt and turned back to face Victoria, wishing his words weren't coming out as slurred as they sounded to his ears.

"No. Nope. I'm leaving now. Thank you for the card game, it was... enlightening. I will not be playing it again. Ever." And with that, he turned to face the door.


Here's my character! Her history is kind of heavy, so I apologise for that <3@lopsided
I'd love to join, are you still accepting?
looking for a slice-of-life partner...


Nothing special, just someone to write with. I don't have a massive list of rules, or even any specific requests - just drop me a message if you wanna roleplay with me. I can provide nice-looking, in-depth posts and developed characters; I can play either gender and I can hopefully get along well with you and improve both of our writing expertise.

I have a particular interest in highschool slice-of-life, but if you come to me with a plot then I'll most likely be down for it! Read the 'Smitten' series? Something like that would be perfect. Don't have any ideas but are interested anyway? Come to me with any requirements and I'll give you a list of what I think we'll enjoy the most.

I'm looking for something that will take places either on a thread or through PM's, and preferably something pretty laid-back and flexible where anything could happen. I have an abundance of ideas, so please feel free to ask me for some. Want to know how I write? Stalk me and have a look - the thread roleplay I'm currently taking part in involves my usual post length, but that, too, can be flexible. And if you're already roleplaying with me, feel free to request for another roleplay and we can do two at the same time! I love writing!

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟

i f I j u s t l a y h e r e
w o u l d y o u l i e w i t h m e ,
& j u s t f o r g e t t h e w o r l d ?
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Well, shit. He had actually done it. Alice's plan had backfired tremendously. Why couldn't she have just said no? Why did she have to make everything so bloody difficult for herself? In amongst the silent curses she was wishing upon herself, however, was her surprise at the genuinity of Ricardo's words as he spoke next to her. Although the statement itself didn't surprise her, for she had always suspected that he kept people distanced for a reason similar to her own, it was the fact that he was saying it in the first place that made her raise an eyebrow as she traced the water with her finger tips, leaving behind tiny ripples that lapped at her submerged legs.

"You know, that's the first thing you've said tonight that I actually believe." She made sure to lower her voice too, so that only he could hear her. Intoxicated though she was, most of her mind knew he was up to something - not even the trusting, naive Alice would fall for Ricardo Ignacio's charms. At least, not until he took his clothes off. Averting her eyes as much as she could from the practically naked boy in beside her, Alice became suddenly very fascinated by the grating at the side of the pool and how... metallic it was. She was not used to seeing someone so exposed that she was even remotely attracted to, difficult though it was to admit. And now that he was in the pool, hand outstretched towards her, she couldn't help but let her gaze wander over so slightly. She snatched her eyes back up to his eyes as soon as she realised she was doing it, however, and frowned, listening to what he had to say about her 'sidekick' comment.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too." Although she muttered the words about Victoria, she couldn't help but notice seemingly everyone around them lean in slightly, to catch even the tiniest sliver of gossip. She didn't give them the satisfaction, however, as she dragged her mind away from her enstrangement from the school's Class-A bitch and onto more pressing matters. How was she going to back out of this one?

She could cry. In front of all of these people? No way. She could run away. But where? She had struggled enough even getting here. She could about for Finn, or even pretend he had had some sort of terrible accident that she had to help him with. But, no, both of those options made it seem as if one of the pair were just ridiculously dependent on the other. She had to do it. Alice had to take her dress off and swim. In public.

There was one big thing that was stopping her from just getting up and getting it over with. If she was to take off her dress, then everyone would see what she had hidden for years. But if she kept her dress on, the dress would be ruined and her stepfather would literally kill her coming home in a soaking wet white dress. It was then that drunk Alice spoke up in her mind, presenting another new idea that seemed to be utter genius. Maybe if Ricardo saw, he would be so disgusted that he'd finally leave her alone! And then she could put her dress back on, find Finn and go home - no harm done.

Her legs were out of the pool and she was standing up before she could change her mind, allowing a small smirk to Grace her features. "Since you're just so desperate to see me without my clothes on." Was she only explanation she offered him as she pulled the dress up and over her head, revealing the plain-ish underwear she had on underneath. She doubted that anyone would be paying attention to her underwear, however, as she took a step forward towards the pool and the long, spidering scar that travelled up the inside of her thigh came into view. She had never shown this much skin before. Ever. She had never been particularly ashamed of the way she looked - she knew she was pretty toned from the times she spent at the gym, trying to get away from life in general, and she wasn't exactly flat-chested, but the remnants of a gash on the inside of her thigh had always been something she had wanted to hide. But drunk Alice thought it was a wonderful idea. And for some strange reason, drunk Alice was showing all of her colours tonight.

Before she could make even more of a fool out of herself, Alice pulled her hair out of it's bun - yet another thing she would never do otherwise - and slipped into the pool, ignoring Ricardo's outstretched hand. She allowed a small smile to soften her features as she felt the cool water cut through the haze in her mind - not getting rid of it completely, but sharpening her thoughts nonetheless. Crossing her arms over her somewhat exposed chest, she finally faced the sole reason why she was in this pool in the first place.

"There. Happy now?"


Finn, on the other hand, was just as, if not more, uncomfortable with the situation he had been thrust into. Not only had he involuntarily removed his best option to strip, his jacket, thanks to Victoria, but her bra was now sitting on his lap. He was no stranger to girls underwear - having a sister and Alice as his best friend meant that he was given full access to those kinds of things, whether he wanted it or not. This strange contraption, however, was not something he'd seen before. How the hell did that thing work? Where were the straps? And why did it look strangely back-to-front? Trying not to look like a 'right muppet', as Alice would say, he leaned back on his elbows and stayed quiet for the time being, watching others in silence. At least, that was until Victoria started to take his jacket off for him, her finger tips so gently leaving trails of tingles up his arms in their wake.

"Sneaky move. I see what you're doing." Finn spoke with a lot more confidence than he felt, probably as a result of all that he had drunk. "I'll let you take that, then. We'll make it a trade." He glaced down as the strange bra on his lap and pushed his jacket towards her, pretty much regretting it immediately as he already felt so naked in a room of strangers.

It was only when Victoria's hand moved down to his thigh, causing his heartbeat to pretty much triple in speed, that he shifted away from her as smoothly as he could. He masked the movement by running a worried hand through his hair, sneaking a glance at her almost-empty cup. He had no intentions of getting stark naked in front of these people, and the only way not to was sitting right there in front of him. Watching as Victoria set down her cup and turned her attentions onto him, he allowed a smirk to light up his face and he shrugged. "So says the rules." And so he lifted his arms up over his head and took off his t-shirt, pushing away the embarrassmebt and focusing on what his intentions were.

At the last second, Finn dropped his t-shirt in front of both him and Victoria. Right on top of her cup. Which was subsequently toppled over and spilled the remnants onto the floor. Despite the fact that the actual was purposeful, Finn scrambled to right his supposed accident, onto resulting in even the last few drops being shook out of the cup and onto the floor, leaving Victoria with no drink at all

"Shit! Sorry Victoria! Fuck. I'm an idiot." Offering her an apologetic smile, he sat back slightly and took the cup so it sat in the corner next to his empty one. "Looks like we're both in trouble now." It was only now that he started to feel somewhat self-conscious of sitting there half-naked, and couldn't help but curse himself for all of those times he had stayed in bed instead of going to the gym with Alice. He prayed to God that Victoria would, realising the predicament of her inevitable nakedness, would call off the game and let him put his clothes back on, or else he was in for far more embarrassment than he already felt.

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 - 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟

i f I j u s t l a y h e r e
w o u l d y o u l i e w i t h m e ,
& j u s t f o r g e t t h e w o r l d ?
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Alice was trying ridiculously hard not to look like she was even nearly as intoxicated as she felt, nonchalantly fixing her hair as she tried to clear the swimming thoughts in her head. She attempted to not flinch away as surprisingly gentle hands led her outside, and failed, trying to make her shrinking away from the touch as polite as possible, especially when she turned her head and realised it was Ricardo helping her. Furrowing her brow and placing her hands on her hips, something that her head told her was a threatening thing to do while it actually just made her look like a stroppy child, she spoke exactly what was on her mind.

"Why are you helping me, Ricardo? You've never so much as noticed me for two years unless it was to traumatise Finn some more." She could hear her words slurring together slightly and cringed inwardly at it, but she continued to talk nonetheless. "And you're practically Victoria's sidekick." She pointed her finger at him accusingly, before dropping it and taking on a more sincere tone. "Why do you care?"

It did not take long, however, for Alice to be dristracted by the voices calling to her from a suspiciously low angle, and she tried to follow the voices with her gaze. A pool! She couldn't help but recall the conversation she had had with Ricardo earlier that day, and felt heat flood to her cheeks. Shaking her head she took a step back from the pool, watching in panic as she realised that some of them were swimming in their underwear in front of everyone. Did they expect her to do the same?

She watched with a surge of relief, and a surprising jolt of disappointment, as Ricardo left to go speak to others. And yet the others continued to call on her, coaxing her towards the pool as if she was some sort of frightened animal. Was she really that pathetic? Letting out a deep sigh and muttering a few 'fuck it's, Alice made her way over to the pool and slowly, carefully sat on the edge. She was being careful not to get her dress wet, but such a task was rather impossible sitting next to a group of splashing teenagers. She recognized most of them from when she was friends with Victoria - when she would've jumped into the pool without a care in the world - so she felt herself relax as they involved her in their conversation. She was asked how she'd been and what she'd been up to, while still avoiding the topic of Victoria, much to her relief. Such was the same with most catch ups she had these days - her past friendships were untouched territory and no one cared change that. She was actually starting to enjoy herself, and had almost forgotten about the alarming way the other end of the pool was swimming in and out of focus and how every so often she felt like those around her were speaking very, very quietly behind the ringing in her ears. At least, she was enjoying herself until Ricardo spoke up again from the other side of the garden.

The worst part about what he said was that it was 100% right. She so, so badly wanted to just jump in and have fun, but the one part of her brain that was not spinning was telling her not to. After a moment of thought, she leaned back from her spot next to the pool on her hands, a sweet-as-sugar smile gracing her features.

"In this state? Nah, I'd rather not go in there alone." She pretended to think some more, her intoxicated mind telling her that this was utter genius. "Since you're so fixated on my wellbeing, though, I'd happily go in if you did." The stifled laughter from those around her satisfied her completely. Of course he wasn't going to go in! He had a reputation to protect. She was a genius.

Meanwhile, Finn was feeling much less proud of himself. In fact, it seemed as though he had been thrust into a situation that he really, really did not want to be in. Sitting in this office-type room with a bunch of kids he barely knew was bad enough, but having to strip in front of them? It was a no from him. Truth be told, he wasn't ashamed of his body - he reckoned his physique wasn't too bad, actually, but he knew for a fact that Victoria Steel had seen way, way better and some weird part of his mind longed to impress her.

And he hadn't been doing too shabby, he thought, until he had been dragged in here. She had asked him if Alice was his girlfriend and that, according to Alice herself, meant she was more than just politely interested. And he replied with just what she had told him to, "Nah, I'm just there for her, and she's there for me." With a simple shrug and a half-smile. She had told him that girls love it when a guy is sensitive, so that would shoe them just that. Then again, he doubted that 'sensitive' was really on the top of Victoria's turn ons. And now they were in a room together. Stripping. Not quite in the way that he had admittedly imagined it to be with any girl - but this was mortifying enough. He was just about to set his cup down and leave when he watched another girl sitting across from his and trying to do the same, with the same excuse he was about to use. Shit. If she wasn't allowed out, then he certainly wouldn't be, seeing as Victoria had, for some reason, claimed him as her own.

Trying to ignore the girl that was now topless in front of him, Finn studied his cards and let out a long sigh. Fuck. Of course, it was now that he was having bad luck while playing cards as opposed to his usual good hands. He had one pair. How was that fair? Laying his cards down flat in front of him, he shrugged as nonchalantly as he could and gulped down his drink, only to find it completely finished after one big sip. Well, he had to win from now on if he wanted to keep his clothes on.

He his nerves behind to melt as the next hand was laid out, and he found himself settling a little. The warmth of the alcohol had dissolved a lot of his inhibitions already, so a part of him was glad that his cup was now empty. He didn't fancy throwing up all over Ricardo Ignacio's ridiculously extravagant house. His hand was not as bad this time and, realising it was his turn to reveal them first, he spread them out in front of him. A flush, all hearts. He even allowed himself to smile as he sat back and watched everyone groan and curse, enduring their punishment. Maybe this game wasn't so bad. With his piercing eyes settling on Victoria, he glaced down at the card in her hand. "Go on, then. Show us your hand."
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