Hey Im Jordan

CANCELLED.

^{Interacting with: Min-seo and Parker @Fabricant451
Location: The Bar -> Headed upsteps, my guys}

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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.”

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with: @smarty0114
Location: Q’s front yard > the bar
Interacting with: No one in particular!}

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!

CANCELLED.

Squad:

@Dirty Pretty Lies and @smarty0114 are co-GMs now. We can't add them to the thread as gms because it's 3 only. They have the same authority as we do, if you have any questions, come to them also. Thanks!

CANCELLED.

I am, but school has gotten in the way of me getting on often.

@vikluvslemons

I can respect that. I will say there's an app for mobile devices, but I'd almost recommend against getting it.

CANCELLED.

<sup>Collab with @Bee @melissahart

outfits: Lauren | Ophelia | Brynn</sup>

Okay, even if she wasn’t technically invited to the party, Ophelia Brycen wouldn’t be, well, herself if she didn’t go about her business as if she were invited to the party! So, as was the standard for her and her Candyland girls were holed up in her massive room in the upper floor of the mega mansion she called home, doing the fun part: makeup and clothes. At least she could finally relax! It was stressful being her. Candyland was easy to handle; it was her better halves that were a challenge. Hailey and Trixie hadn’t been the same since the ‘Owen experiment’ as Lia dubbed it in her head and her journal and to her fellow conspirators, Brynn and Lauren.

It made being the cream filling of the Hailey and Trixie Oreo a right fucking pain in the ass. Even now, Ophelia was having to nerf her own evening because of Trixie. She had pledged to her mom (not her birth mom, but whatever, she knew Belle better than Noli), and her auntie Jules that she’d stay STONE COLD SOBER and make sure Trixie didn’t get into any trouble.

Wew lad.

“I think I should wear black, to represent how depressed I am that I can’t drink,” Ophelia stated, poking her head out of her closet to check on her friends. “What do you guys think, my lovelies?”

Brynn was perched on the end of Ophelia’s bed, gazing at her reflection in a makeup mirror. She had just finished applying her mascara since the rest of her look took nearly forty-five minutes to put together. She needed to look absolutely perfect for the party. How else did she expect to get a New Years kiss? Looking up to meet Lia’s eyes, she smiled. “Sounds like a brilliant idea, but I’m going to warn you now that everyone else will probably be wearing some variation of black, so it, unfortunately, won’t be too original…” Her words trailed off, remembering that she was also wearing black tonight. “See what I mean? I guess we’re all mourning with you.” Brynn continued, pointing down to her own ensemble.

Lauren was chilling on the other side of Ophelia’s room applying her own makeup. Jabbing at her eyelid with the eyeliner pencil was such a tedious task that required the highest level of concentration that was only achieved by Lauren Townsend. But, the task would pay off in the form of literally the best wing in all of BHHS. Everything else was taken care of except the eyeliner. Eyeliner was the most important part of Lauren’s look. Literally. “Yeah we’ll be doing the mourning since we’re gonna be slaying in these outfits.” Lauren turned around to Ophelia and Brynn and winked. “Slay, queens!

“Yeah…. you’re right!” Lia decided, ducking back into the closet. The door shut behind her, and a few moments later, Ophelia reemerged, now fully dressed in her dress of choice for the night, smoothing out a few creases. “I can’t believe we weren’t invited. Who does Damian think he is, anyway? You can’t not invite US to a party. You should have talked to him, Lauren, he likes you.”

Hearing the notion of Damian liking her, she burst into laughter, almost turning red as she said so. “Damian liking me? Stop, my guts hurt already!” Lauren had to stand up to gather herself, taking a hand and fanning her face to make sure the tears went away, “There’s more of a chance of him being in love with my brother than him liking me. Those two are never without each other’s dick in their mouths.”

Brynn smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder to look over at Lauren. “Yeah, I mean if I hadn’t already had sex with both of them, I totally would’ve thought they were a power couple. But, I have, so there goes that.” She joked, a laugh escaping from her lips. “Still, it doesn’t make sense we weren’t invited to the party. We are the party.”

“That’s what I’m saying! We’re the fun part. ESPECIALLY US. We’re the eye candy! IT’S IN THE NAME. Fuckin’ boys, I swear… Whatever, I’m sure this is Henry’s doing somehow. He’ll do whatever he can to make Hailey unhappy. Little does he know, Hailey’s greatest secret is that she’s always unhappy. Just kidding. Maybe.” Ophelia rolled her eyes and looked around the room, before she finally located what she was searching for: purse. Purse was life. She walked across the room and grabbed the purse, sitting down on the bed. “It’s a real shame Henry hates us. All I want in life is for him to date that cute girl that’s always hanging off of him… Make an honest man out of him.” She was looking down now, digging through the purse and making sure she had the ESSENTIALS.

”Henry? That one guy with all those girls and guy around his finger? Lauren asked curiously, turning around in her chair so that she was on her knees like a child. “Hmph. I wonder how he got all of those fucking girls. Especially that one Korean girl.” The fully dressed girl looked at her bestie Ophelia and was taken aback by just how much she slayed. If she wasn’t a Candy she would’ve died right there on the spot. “Oh my god, Ophelia. You. Look. Amazing.”
“You are an absolute goddess Lia. We are going to knock ‘em dead tonight.” Brynn grinned brightly, pulling out her phone and standing up from her seat. Going on to Snapchat, she turned to her friends. In her world, if it wasn’t on Snapchat, it certainly didn’t happen. “Alright ladies, pile in, this has got to go on my story. BHHS doesn’t know what’s about to hit them.”

Like a trained model, Ophelia’s face immediately curled into the perfect, game winning smile, and then after the picture, she morphed back to normal. “Hopefully we actually get into this party? They can’t be serious about not inviting us. It’s a dare. A bluff. Right?” She shook her head dismissively, brushing her shoulder off as if to get rid of some dirt, then rolled her eyes. “Anyway… I guess we should go hook up with the H and the T in my life, huh? And MarMar! Where is he anyway? It’s bad luck to not have all the girls together…”

As Brynn pulled out her phone, Lauren darted over and busted into a clearly rehearsed, but astonishing smile. After the pic was taken, she stopped smiling and went back to normal much like her best friend Ophelia. “They’re just stupid. Saving the best for last. Clearly.” Lauren winked at Ophelia to reassure her. “You’re gonna fucking slay, Queen.”
“Well, of course, that’s what I do. It’s in my blood! Question. Do we want to drive ourselves, or twiddle our thumbs until Hailey gets here and her Butler can drive us?” Ophelia questioned her friends, peering up from the phone she was already tapping text messages out on. “It doesn’t matter to ME since I gotta be all SOBER anyway…”
“Well, I haven’t started drinking yet, and the longer we have here, the more shots of tequila I can take…” Brynn slipped her hand into her purse, fishing for her flask, which she pulled out with ease. “Besides, we need to make an entrance at this party, and the more of us there are, the more powerful it’ll be.” She concluded, taking a swig of her alcohol like it was water.

Watching Brynn take a swig out of her flask had tempted Lauren. She gave into her vices and took the flask from Brynn. “Don’t mind if I do!” The twin also took a swig out of it, the burn not bothering her at all. “Good shit, Brynn.”

Brynn smirked, “It was the best I found in my liquor cabinet, so I obviously had to bring it for the most important occasion of the year.” Taking the flask back, she took another swig before pulling out her phone and opening up the Candie’s group chat. “I’m going to text Marshall and let him know what the plan is.” With a mischievous glint in her eye, Brynn turned to the other Candies. “Hold on tight, ladies, cause tonight’s going to be a wild ride.”

"Huh? I'm already texting Marshall, no worries." As if on cue, once Ophelia spoke, both of her girls's phones buzzed with a text:

Gumdrop, gumdrop~ We're ready! I'm p sure the plan is for all of us to get a ride from Hailey and arrive as a unit, to protest this exclusion peacefully.
Yeah.
Peacefully.

Ophelia dropped her phone into her purse and sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. Peacefully... Ugh, this is a bad plan. But she would never speak ill of Hailey's decisions. Quickly putting the smile back on her face, Ophelia looked up at her crew and clasped her hands together, "Let's go! Hailey should be here soon."

CANCELLED.

| Shots | The Rockafeller Skank | Speakerbox | Hard In Da Paint |
^{[ Soundtrack ]}

| P A R T Y B E G I N S | 8 PM, doors open @ 7

| W H E R E | El Jefe's Beach House. This is how the ELITE throws a banger.

| W H O ' S I N V I T E D | All the cool kids on the block, that ain't H.O.T. or part of the Candy Shop.
They want access? They can try to convince someone to be their plus one and maybe we'll let you in.
Doesn't feel great, does it?

| A T T I R E | Whatever the fuck you want. This is a rager. You'll sweat. You'll get wet. You'll be high as a kite and blitzed out of your mind. You've been warned.

| F O O D | We got booze. We got food. We got GLOW SHIT. Come one, come all to the most LEGENDARY party of the year.

_{Collab with: @Bee @Dirty Pretty Lies @Silent Observer}

Damian should have been emotional, not Henry; but this situation? It just brought a tear to his eye. He couldn’t help it! A brand new Elite (and Henry himself, as a consultant) gathered to bring an end to his tyrannical sister, and her bitchy friends. They’d spent damn near the entire day getting the beachhouse, and now Henry (the consultant) had only one step left for preparations. He had nametags to hand out, and he’d made them shirts! What? He was very happy with the safety deposit.

Having gathered all of the Elite V 2.O (the O, Henry decided, stood for Outrageous): Damian, Owen, Soleil, Trevor, and Lawrence, into the kitchen, Henry prepared to give them the speech of the fucking ages. This may have had the Elite’s name all over it, but this party was Henry’s expertise. After all, he was the consultant. “Friends, Owen, girl I’ve met like twice before in my entire life, let me tell you a story. ‘Bout three weeks ago, Damian comes to me and he asks me to be a part of the Elite. He got it in his head that he was gonna turn the school around and become a true king — not a fake one like he’s been for the past year and a half. And yeah, dude, fake one. Ain’t no king I never heard of gone around doin’ jack shit while some crazy hoes go up and be crazy. Anyway, I look you dead in the eyes and what did I say?” Henry leaned forward, pointing at Damian as if he were gonna let him speak, before he quickly began to continue. “I said I don’t wanna be a part of no boy band. So I’m not a member of the Elite. We reached an agreement. Cuz I stumped ol’ Damian over there, I confused him. He stopped, he stepped back, and he tried again. He said ‘...what if you’re just a consultant?’ because apparently he can’t throw a banger like your BOY can. I said ‘you can’t afford me.’ Dude said ‘name your price.’ So, I did. And by god did he deliver, it was the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Henry paused for a moment, seemingly relishing in the limelight and the moment, Damian looked to either side of himself, at the others, shaking his head.

“I told you that if I helped a throw a party, then you have to go out of your way to make sure Hailey and the bitch brigade aren’t invited. And you did just that. Let me tell you something, let me tell you right now that seeing my sister and her friends freak the FUCK OUT and act like their worlds were coming down around them… that was the sweetest thing I have ever seen in my life. It was sugary sweet, it was like someone had taken my tongue and placed on my tongue a sugar cube and I just closed my eyes and felt it melt. Sugary sweet. Just like that.” Henry turned around and reached inside one of the many bags he’d brought, withdrawing a bottle. He sat it down on the table in front of the Elite, and grabbed shot glasses. “Today, lads... This is a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Revelation. Two hundred thousand dollars, I stole it from my mom for you. Today, we toast.” He poured them all a drink and slid one in front of each of them. “Today, we toast to a party… to a celebration of the new year. To a celebration of a year where,” at this point, Henry raised his glass, “the Elite, and the consultant, show the entire world that anyone can stand up the H.O.T. girls, to the Candies, to anyone and say that, quite simply… ya all can’t fuck with us.” With that, Henry tipped his glass back.

Smacking his lips after drinking his glass, Damian stared at his friend — the consultant — and waited for the smooth burn to subside. That was… good alcohol, for damn sure. Finally, he let out a breath, and spoke, “You’re a weird guy, Henry. A weird motherfucker.”

“HEY, motherfucker. I ain’t WEIRD. I’m fucking rich as fuck. That makes me eccentric.”

Soleil Jameson had been a quiet spectator of the events, the corners of her mouth turned up into an amused smirk. A mere week before, she had just made her high school dreams come true by being inducted into the Elite. Not just that, but she’d made clique history by being the first female in the all-boy group. It was a hell of a feeling, and the raven-haired teen would be lying if she said there wasn't a new spring in her step whenever she walked through the halls alongside the boys.

It was party day, and the young woman had been busy all day with preparations. Sol had been in charge of snack duty and making her famous ‘Shady Sun Punch’, and she had done just that. After all the work was finished, El Jefe had called the crew over for a short meeting. However, it was Henry who spoke, giving the group a speech Sol was sure he felt very proud of. She’d shot discreet questioning glances at Owen during most of it, but for the most part she'd kept a straight face. She drank when the others did, but she’d been silent for far too long.

“Eccentric… That's a nice way to put it.” Shady mused at Henry’s comment, giving him a joking once over before turning to the others. “I’ve gotta admit, it feels fucking good to hang around with you guys. Been a hell of a week. I'm pretty sure being the only one that doesn't want Damian’s dick helped a lot with my being here, though.” she said jokingly, shooting the bearded boy a playful wink.

It was true, though. From the moment she'd stepped into Beverly Hills High, it was obvious that Damian O’Connor was the object of desire of everyone and their mother. He is attractive and talented, yes. And yet… Shady never took the bait. She'd always treated him as the rest of the boys: nothing more, nothing less. To her, he was just another one in the crowd. She was almost certain that this was a key factor in her current Elite member status.

“Hey, Henry, can I have a refill?” she asked The Consultant, waving the empty shot glass at the baby-faced boy. “This shit is good.”

Lawrence Townsend, football extrordinaire of BHHS, was once again chillin with his boys (and girl): Damian, Owen, Soleil, and Trevor. At this given moment, Lawrence was sitting in a seat, snacking on a small bag of chips. Big dog always needed to eat, such was the life of Lawrence. Compared to Soleil over there, he didn’t do much. There was too much at stake with him moving around so much.

Listening to his boy talk his talk, he was agreeing with pretty much everything he said. It was practically gospel, as a matter of fact. But, that drink that Damian was in possession of… Lawrence had his eye on it, for sure. It was fucking lit. His boy knew what exactly what Lawrence wanted, and he was very grateful for the fact that they seemed to be on the same page a lot of the time.

Taking the drink and sipping from it, he relished in the burn and sighed. ”Fuck man. This shit is smacks.” It wasn’t the smoothest of drinks, but whatever, it gave him a buzz. That was all he needed in his alcohol. “I need to get myself a bottle of this one of these days…”

“Just pull a me and mooch off of Henry’s bottle. I'm not about to spend my own money when someone else can do it for me.”

Not really a drinker of heavy liquor, Trevor was the last to take his shot among the group of friends. After doing so, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and politely avoided making a face. Yeah, he didn’t really like it all that much. Whether or not the bottle was worth the cost of a ranch house in the country, it didn’t taste that great? Perhaps he just did not have a tongue for gin. He was a simple man, who took pleasure in simple things — a shot of irish whiskey, some ice cold brews from a cooler, or draft, if he was feeling fancy — he didn’t need much.

“So, uh, are we ready for people to start showing up?” Trevor asked, flipping his now-empty glass upside down, and setting it on the table. He turned his hungry eyes to Lawrence’s bag of chips. Trevor was a big lad, and a boy’s gotta eat. Not only that, but his dad was providing the grub for this fiesta, and Remy’s cooking was good enough to bring tears to your eye, no joke. “Is the food here?”

Henry looked at his watch, then up at Trevor. “Yeah, it should be here in like two minutes. Ari’s bringin’ it, don’t trip. She just had to babysit the boys for me.” Henry refilled the glasses as requested, and then just sat the bottle down on the table, gesturing for them to have the time of their lives. “I’ll be right back.” With that, the Consultant walked away.

Soleil took her refilled shot glass and immediately drank the liquor as she tilted her head back. The burning sensation in the back of her throat was more than welcome. If things happened to go the way she thought they could, she would need a few more of those to get through the night.

Taking advantage of Henry’s absence, she took an additional two shots. She knew her bros wouldn't judge her.

In a flash, The Consultant was back; this time, he was armed with a cardboard box, which he dumped out in front of them, revealing a bunch of black t-shirts that said ‘Elite’ on the back. “These are for y’all. So you enjoy these shirts, cost me like forty bucks. Of my own money. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah.” Henry took a step back, stepping up onto the coffee table and pointing at the group. “Now, I’m not Lawrence’s sister. What that means is I’m not going to suck your dicks. But I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do! Go on! Ask me! Ask what I’m gonna do!” Henry paused and waited a few seconds, before Damian cautiously raised a hand.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna make everyone else suck your dicks. Now you put those shirts on. She gonna be here any minute with the munchies. Ari’s not suckin’ any dicks so don’t get no ideas you fuckers. OR EATING PUSSY. DO NOT SEXUALIZE MY — er, I mean THE — ARI.” Henry pumped his fist in the air to signify the end of his speech.

“What if there are no dicks to suck?” Shady called out, pointing at the smooth surface in the front of her shorts. “What happens then?”

“What you mean, dude? Don’t you know? You an Elite now, bruh, that comes with an honorary dick.”

Soleil grinned. “Good to know. I'll have fun trying to explain that to-” she trailed off, suddenly realizing what she had been about to say. “Everyone else.”

Ariana, the best girl that she was, had finally picked up the food for Henry’s shindig. The dearest boy had let her have the keys to the Maserati, which came in quite handy for picking up the food. Benedict and Arnold were back at Ari’s place hanging out in the little fort that she had built for them in her room. The order was quite massive, actually. Thank goodness she was driving, she really didn’t feel like taking her little red wagon and wheeling it up all the way to where Henry asked her to drop it off.

Backing the car into the garage, she was hoping that someone would come and help her out and help her set up this stuff. For the love of god, all this food was too much for the tiny Korean girl to carry. Once the backup camera was screaming at her to stop, she put the car in P and turned off the engine. Pressing a button, the trunk popped open, and then she laid on the horn. Multiple times, as a matter of fact, to get someone to come help.

“WE’RE COMING, FUCK. That’d be the food, yo. Go get it. I’m gonna get high again, since Ari just blew my shit with that honking crap…”

Trevor, ever the gentleman, was the first among the crew to get up when the honking started. Not before pulling on his new shirt, it was too dope not to wear it immediately. “I got it.”

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Our story begins twenty-seven minutes after the food is retrieved from the Maserati, and laid out for the partygoers, at 7:00 PM sharp. The flyers, text messages, instagram posts, and snapchat stories all said ‘8:00,’ but Henry knows damn well they’re showing up before then. He’s already behind the bar, preparing a few different drinks so that he wasn’t that behind when the going got tough.

Let the games begin.

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@World Travelerdiscord.gg/RDj267S here you go :) once you're in list me know and I'll give you permission to the channel!

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So my character is a tutor for piano lessons. If anyone has a character whose parents would make them take lessons or better yet has a little brother or sister that would be forced to take them let me know and we can work on getting a small back story together. So far my character has openings every day of the week and would usually have two openings per day (One right after school and one right before or after dinner.)

Let me know with a Private Message *So we don't clutter up the OOC with conversation)

@World Traveler

It might be easier to discuss this on the discord server if you feel like joining that! :)

That being said, I may have an idea related to this. I'll have to speak with someone first! I'll let you know.

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@Fabricant451She has to hide midriff stuff for four years. GOOD LUCK.

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I'm probably gonna add theme songs to the other three characters. And maybe do some additions to Parker's since I feel I can make it a bit better.

Other than that tho wooooooo.

I worry for Min-seo's future.

@Fabricant451

Why do you worry? Henry is going to take excellent care of her.