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⋙: Welcome to the Watchtower

The Watchtower.

Formerly a massive office complex built in the center of downtown Detroit, this building was shut down shortly before the Enhanced appeared, around 2012, as a result of economic decline. After almost a year of work from the team, the leader of the newly dubbed Coalition, Nathaniel Stroud, was approached by Mayor Brenton Wesley with the offer of becoming official protectors of Detroit city. Part of the deal was the complex, which was renovated from abandoned office space to be a home and a headquarters for the team.

Outfitted with near bleeding edge technology, the Watchtower has it all. Amenities include a sizeable gym, a rooftop basketball court, a training area for the Enhanced to utilize and practice their powers, and a research lab that is largely utilized by Coalition member Austin Daley. There are also surprisingly luxurious bedrooms, bathrooms, and rest and relaxation areas, including a pool on the rooftop. The team lives comfortably, receiving payment from the local government in addition to their lodgings.

The Coalition logo is stamped on the side of the building, constantly glowing, warding off potential danger. Despite all the good the Coalition does for the civilians, plenty of them are furious that their tax dollars fund this unrestrained and unchecked band of ‘vigilantes.’ Despite the close work the Coalition do with the local police force and city hall itself, some people see the Watchtower as a sign of dark things to come, and consider the constant light of the ‘C’ on the side of the building a beacon to evil, drawing people who want to fight against the best.

Regardless, during their entire tenure in the Watchtower, the Coalition have been open and willing to accept visitors. People with nowhere else to go often find their way here, which has led to a small staff of people — janitors, a chef, and one or two personal trainers — living with the Coalition in return for nothing other than food and boarding. More than once, local elementary schools have taken field trips to the Watchtower, getting to meet their heroes and receiving a tour of the headquarters.

Largely, the Coalition is loved by the entire city; the minority, once quiet, has almost overnight become incredibly vocal with the assassination of the mayor. Though the Watchtower is currently uninhabited by no one other than official team members, recent government meetings — federal and local alike — are leaning towards sending officials in to monitor the Enhanced, and ensure that none of them are working with the terrorist responsible for the assassination of beloved Mayor Wesley. Additionally, there is public outcry, wanting to know how the Enhanced came to be, and if there are more that the Coalition are not associated with. How long until more damage is done?

Will the Coalition even allow government officials into their fold? Will they fight, or will they willingly submit to being researched? The questions are being asked and, as of yet, there haven’t been any answers.




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⋙: I n t r o d u c t i o n

The Enhanced had first appeared almost three years ago. They were a group of people, friends before they were heroes, and local to the area. They had decided the moment that their powers manifested that they would not use their powers for evil. Like the characters they had read about in comic books, the ones that had been in their movie theaters constantly for almost a decade now, they too would be sources of happiness and inspiration for the people around them.

And they were. They became pillars of the community, helping to drop crime rates to the lowest that they had ever been. Within a year of their sudden appearance, they were working closely with the mayor, and their town loved them. There were a few zealots who thought they were freaks and wanted them gone, but… there were always zealots. The important thing was that they kept their home safe. They called themselves the Coalition of Heroes. It was coined by one of the members, and it stuck — for better or worse.

Within two years, they had a headquarters that was all their own, and paid for by city taxes. They lived in the building, which was outfitted with bleeding edge, state of the art technology to make their job easier. The police force grew lazy, and the team handled almost everything that cropped up, though only the impossibly brave or the impossibly stupid stepped up against the team of people that possessed powers that made them gods.

By the third year, their popularity was higher than ever. The people loved them to the point that other cities around the nation, even the world, were growing jealous. There were merchandising deals, people wanting interviews. Popular. Beloved. And then… it happened.


⋙: T h e R e a l i t y


⋙: T h e R e p e r c u s s i o n s

Unbeknownst to the Coalition, the video was being played on almost every television station broadcasted in the city. They ran to find him, to fight him, to fix this like they always did. Of course they ran. And they did find him, their nameless villain did not make himself hard to find, standing atop a building that, almost in a cliche, was in the abandoned industrial portion of town. He was waiting for them.

They fought him. They expected it to be one and done — like every other fight that they had fought up to this point — they had almost sent merely a single member of their team to apprehend the villain… but something was different about this one. He, like them, was Enhanced. He, like them, had power. He, unlike them, was not good. He, unlike them, used his powers for evil.

He destroyed them, thrashed the team in a battle that left portions of the surrounding area… gone, decimated. It was only by sheer luck that they had fought in the abandoned section of town. After the battle, the villain stood there, virtually unharmed, and the heroes laid on the ground in pain and shock at the realization that they were no longer the only ones who had power. Standing over the Coalition, the villain spoke once more.

“I have a rule, a code of honor. Whoever appeals to the law against their fellow man is either a fool, or a coward. For a wounded person shall say to his assailant: ‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.’ That is the rule of honor. I am not dead, and you are wounded. What will you do?” And with that, just like he’d appeared, he vanished in thin air, without a trace.

Leaving nothing but chaos behind, just like he’d promised.

In a matter of days after that, the people no longer loved or trusted them. They didn’t know if the Coalition was involved in the murder of the mayor, but some thought it. They were afraid, they didn’t want them anymore. The Coalition didn’t know what to do anymore.

Luckily for them, an agent from a covert government entity was waiting for them at their home after the completion of their most recent mission. He's been sent there to be an adviser.

A thinly veiled move by the US Government to supervise them.


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introducing // Baby Bash & Meg
ft // Owen & Trixie
main location // The Four Corners


The knocking on the door was rapid and random, done by a panicked young man. He was pounding on the door and trying to get the attention of the occupants, but it wasn’t working. It didn’t seem like anyone was going to answer, but he didn’t stop. There was even a noise of acknowledgment from the other side of the door, but still, he did not stop knocking.

It was then that the hellcat stepped in.

From atop a shelf where pictures of a young Owen and Ruby were, Oreo leaped onto Sebastian’s shoulder, clawing down the young man’s arms. “Owowowowowowowow!” The cat slid down his arm and to his legs, where he again scratched him.

Then, there was more yelling, this time from a different person. “I told him to get that fucking cat in his room!” The voice yelled, and then the door finally opened, revealing an angry looking Owen Lyon, and a Trixie Kingsley who was wearing only a baggy t-shirt that belonged to her man, sitting on the bed.

“What the fuck do you want, Baby Bash?! I’m fucking busy! Owen snapped, shaking his head

“You’re suspended! And don’t call me that, it’s embarrassing...”

“Trixie, tell Baby Bash I’m busy.

Crossing her arms, while rolling her eyes, Trixie scolded her boyfriend, “Don’t be rude, Owen. He said don’t call him Baby Bash.” Her chocolate eyes went from her man to the other man, “Well, anyways, Baby Bash, what do you want? I was just about to get some.” Not so subtly hinting where her mind was at.

Owen looked over at Trixie and shook his head. Really? Before he could speak and try again to shoo Sebastian out of his room, though, Sebastian immediately unloaded. “I need help! I made a big mistake and I’m screwed and you’re the only one I can ask and if I ask anyone else they’re gonna make fun of me, or like Scott will beat me up! Wait, didn’t you and Trixie break up? What is she doing here? Why is she naked?”

Should she let Owen answer? Nah! That wouldn’t be fun. Standing up, making her way next to her boyfriend, she leaned her head against his arm, “I am naked because we had sex all night and we were going to have even more sex, right now.” Then she showcased her left hand, with the ring, “We kissed and made up, BB. Now please! Do tell.”

“We ought to just let Scott slap him around.” Owen stated, rolling his eyes as he let Bash inside, who shut the door behind himself.

“I lied. I lied a lot, about… I lied about having a girlfriend! And now I need to find one because I decided I wanted to go to school with you guys, and like, I need… help. Do you have any ideas? You’re the only one that I can get help from, because like… Scott will just be an asshole and everyone else will just bully me.” Bash complained, and Owen stepped toward him.

“Oh, you motherfucker. You motherfucker. ‘She goes to another school,’ he says!” Owen snapped, and Sebastian visibly cringed and shrunk a bit, as if he thought Owen might hit him. “Are you kidding me?!

“Shuuuush, Kitty. It’s okay.” Trixie naturally responded to Owen’s moment of hysteria, before turning her head towards Sebastian and questioning his… action, “... what was the purpose? To lie about that specific thing?”

“I don’t know, all my uncles think I should be a lady killer like my grandfather was, but I’m really not, and now I’m just fucked, aren’t I? Scott will never let me hear the end of it.” Sebastian said, shaking his head in despair. Owen looked at him and scoffed.

“You’re such a bitch, dude. I think I have an idea, but it’s gonna cost you. Like, actual cash. You got cash, right?” He asked, and in response, Sebastian reached inside of his jacket pocket and pulled out a wrapped stack of hundred dollar bills, proudly denoted as ‘$5,000.’ “That might do it. Let me make a call.” Owen shook his head and put his phone to his ear after tapping a contact that he hadn’t in a long time.

Ring ring.

“If Meg doesn’t pick up you’re fucked. But she likes me, so maybe she’ll answer.”

“Wait, you’re calling, Magnolia? She hates me.” Trixie was coming to realize a lot of people didn’t like her. “Why are you calling her? Because she’ll do anything for a fucking buck?” There was a time where she might have almost gotten in a cat fight with the bitch, who overstepped her boundaries, touching Owen like he was her’s. Trixie was not pleased.

Damn, Trixie could be so violent sometimes. Owen made a mental note to help Trixie make nice with all the people in her life that she hated or that hated her. All that hate was going to go straight to her thighs. Wait, that might not be too bad… “Well, yeah, Meg can be bought.” Came Owen’s nonchalant reply, not realizing that his friend had just answered the phone.

“Is that so?” ‘Magnolia’ purred on the other line. There was a reason why she went with Meg, she disdained that name, with every fiber of her being, “You gonna’ fight again?” Yeah, if he was trying to buy her for something, might as well negotiate, so she ends up winning.

“No, not interested.”

“You fucking pussy.”

“Winning gets tiring. Lookin’ to rent you.” Owen wasn’t going to get baited, not when there was serious business that needed to be done. Did this count as ‘serious’ business? He supposed it did, since Little Bash would cry and whine to his parents if Owen didn’t help out.

Sebastian glanced over at Trixie, with a confused look on his face. “Wait, who’s Meg?”

“A hot girl with nothing to lose.” Concise. Straight to the point. That was Meg in a nutshell. No money, besides what she got on her own, with looks she uses as a weapon.

“Your girlfriend makes me sound dumb. Am I on speaker?”

“No, and you’re not going to be. Be here in five minutes. No more than six.” Owen responded. If Trixie and Meg were going to have a fight, then he at least wanted it to be in person so he could watch them roll around on the ground together. Maybe they’d have a mental break and kiss.

“If I wasn’t in the area already doing business, you’d be out of luck, bud. You do realize I live in the Valley, right? Whatever. See you in five.” The line went dead.

“Did you seriously invite her over, Owen?!” Trixie unlatched from his arm, anger building up inside her tiny body. “As if finding out my best friends are fucking lying cunts weren’t enough, you invited her?!”

Here we go. He forgot about this part; the jealousy part. Now, Owen was into it, but sometimes it got to be a little much. Meg was a friend, nothing more, and eventually Trixie would learn that. Probably, though? Not today. “I surely did. Now, I’m gonna turn around and I’m gonna push Baby Bash here out the door, so he can go wait on the porch and buy himself a girlfriend. When I turn back around, you’re going to be naked again. Any questions?” Owen said, looking down at Trixie after she finished screeching at him.

Glaring up at him, while biting her tongue, Trixie didn’t say a word, but it was obvious she had gotten quite heated. Meg didn’t have any boundaries and Trixie wasn’t stupid. Meg adored Owen and always was on his dick about fighting. Tsk. Owen took the silence as compliance, and turned, putting a hand on Bash’s shoulder and pushing him toward the door. “C’mon, now. She’ll be here in five minutes. She’s like a shark, just wave the money around and the clothes come off. You’re smart, you’ll figure it out.”

Despite the assurances that came from Owen, Bash’s worried, and hurried complaints were quick. “Wait, what? What if she doesn’t like me? What if I don’t have enough? What do I say? I don’t know how to do this! I’ve never bought a person before!”

“DON’T. CARE.” Slam.

Owen turned around. Trixie did exactly what he said and a little bit more. Along with being naked, on his bed, with a still angry face on, her legs were open. She’s been waiting for this literally all morning. What?

Five minutes later.

Having changed out of her red edm outfit into more casual wear, well once the police chase was over and done with, Meg pulled up onto the front lawn of one of the houses on the Four Corners, with a Fischer MRX 650 that she may have obtained by illegal means. After taking off her black helmet, waving her hair so that it can drop in place, on her shoulders, she hooked the safety gear on the handle and made her way to the porch where a boy she didn’t recognize was standing, waiting. Her long, sharp nails that resembled black claws ran through her sleek hair, before she aggressively asked, “Who are you?”

Yikes. This was the one? Well, she was hot, at least Trixie was right about that. Her attitude though, that was definitely there… and wasn’t exactly what Bash had been imagining when he’d lied about his girlfriend, but hey. Beggars can’t be choosers, and bro was definitely a beggar at the moment. He stood up, and gave her a wide smile. “Hi. I’m Sebastian Lyon. Owen said I could rent you?”

“Wait, come again. What is your name?” Her resting bitch face turned quickly to bafflement. Did he say he was… Sebastian - Lyon?

There was a pause, before he repeated himself, staring at her. Was she dumb? Maybe she was dumb. “Sebastian Lyon.”

“You’re fucking funny. You are not the goddamn Reaper.” This was a joke. Owen was playing — a practical joke on her. “Okay, where is Owen, Sebastian?” She said sarcastically. Not really wanting to talk to a poser.

“...no, that’s my grandfather. I’m, uh, named after him? Owen’s upstairs with Trixie. You probably shouldn’t interrupt them. I wouldn’t, anyway.” This was going absolutely terrible, wasn’t it? Maybe he should have just taken the L and fought Scott. “Look, do you wanna do it or not?”

“Oh, gross. Owen can do so much better.” Meg’s annoyance flooded her demeanor, before she tilted her head at the boy named after the great Lyon. “Sex? Right here? Sure. How much?”

“Troy would execute us if we had sex on his porch,” was BB’s response, then he shook his head. That wasn’t what he wanted at all! His words were jumbled and his intentions were marred by them. “I just want you to pretend to be my girlfriend! Like, come to school with me, and stuff.” He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew the stack of bills, holding it out in her direction. “This much?”

“Woah, woah, woah, buttercup.” Meg looked at the large stack of money, pushing it away with her hands. Dude, how old was this kid? He did not seem to be a Lyon, like at all. Did he know what he was even saying?

So a girlfriend, huh. That was… ‘sweet’. There’s got to be more to it (and perhaps she could get more out of this). “Don’t you know how to do business? You don’t just show your hand right off the back, dumbass.” Even if her words were offensive, she meant well. “So... let me get this straight, you want me to pretend to be your girl. Correct?”

“Dude, if you think that’s all the money I have, then you don’t know who I am. I can make double that in less than ten seconds” Sebastian said, in an almost dismissive voice as he looked at her as if she were crazy. With the few seconds that it took him to say that, there was the flash of the Lyon blood flaring up in him. “...yeah, pretend to be my girl. I need people to believe I have a devoted girlfriend.”

And just like that, it was gone.

Okay, now she could see it. “For how long? And I want money weekly.”

“Five grand a week? You’d better have a high libido.” There wasn’t much on this planet worth that much money,

“You’re the one that needs a fake girlfriend, not me. Five grand. Every week.”

“Whatever, man. And I just haven’t found time to get a real girlfriend!” He seemed to be slipping in and out of living up to his namesake. “I guess three weeks. Then I’ll dump you. And you have to be really fucked up about it on social media.”

Rather than immediately respond to him, she stepped up on the porch and grabbed his shirt’s collar, yanking him closer to her, “Sounds good to me, baby.” And with that, she closed the deal with a kiss. Owen was right. She would do anything for money.









Rousing from a heavy slumber, gradually and reluctantly opening her eyes to the harsh light peering in Owen’s open balcony door, Trixie sluggishly lifted herself up. The slight movement caused the soft sheet to drop to reveal her bare chest. Under his sheet, she was undoubtedly naked. Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned wildly. The sunlight was blinding. It didn’t help that she was incredibly hungover. On top of the ache in her head, her body was sore from the… events… that transpired last night. Was she and Owen back together?

Lifting the sex sheets, she examined them and smiled to herself. Drunk her was crazy but thanks to drunk her she was here, with Owen. There was some of her night that was vague. She remembered making a grand entrance with Marshall, dancing spicy, because that’s how she danced, spicy, used the bathroom, learning too much about her cousin’s dick, and… Ophelia’s face flickered in Trixie’s mind, causing her to frown. That’s right. She learned about the lie. Looking around his room, which hadn’t changed a bit, Trixie wondered where Owen was. She probably should get up or she’d be late for— she wasn’t going to school.

For once, she could clear everything up with Owen. Clean their slate. Start over. She wasn’t going to ruin that by going to school. She missed yesterday, she could miss today too. Up until this week her attendance was perfect. The teachers should be fine that she’s taking a mental health day. With all the shit she has been through, she deserved it.

“Mau?” It wasn’t Owen, but it was a close second! Oreo hopped onto the bed from the floor and trotted to Trixie’s face, putting his paw on her face. “Mau.” She was still here… The cat hadn’t expected her to stay the entire evening, let alone still be here. And now, she was in his bed. “Mau.” He pushed at her face. Go away.

Not really able to speak cat, the first thing that came to Trixie’s mind was: he wants love and attention. So, she did exactly that. Wrapping her arms around Oreo, she put him in a cradle like he was her baby and rubbed their noses together, “Good morning, Oreooo!”

DEVIL WOMAN.

“Mau! Mau! Mau! Mau!” Oreo complained, squirming and twisting in Trixie’s arms. Who did this woman think she was!? If his human wasn’t so fond of her, Oreo would FUCK. HER. UP.

As Oreo meowed aggressively, there was a knock on the door frame, drawing attention to Oreo’s savior: Owen. The boy was holding a bowl of cereal in his hands, and was in just his boxers. He took a bite, and crunched it. “Hey, Trixie.” He swallowed down the food and looked at Oreo, “Oreo would like freedom of movement, and to be put down. I think.”

“Oh.” Freeing the cat, Trixie modestly covered herself with the sheet. For some reason, she felt kind of shy. They had sex million times before, why was this time different? Pushing her hair behind her right ear, she whispered, “Sorry, Oreo.” Her gaze went from the cat to her not-so-long-ago-ex. She gave an awkward smile. Here they were. She was sober and he was eating cereal.

Oreo was gone seconds after Trixie put him down, leaping back off of the bed and retreating behind Owen’s legs. He would get his bed back when Satan was gone. He nuzzled against Owen’s leg as Owen took another bite of cereal, before nudging Oreo out of the room. There was a short look of betrayal from the cat to the man, but Oreo left.

“You better get this fucking cat back into your room!”

Owen shut the door without responding to his dad. Owen sat the bowl of cereal down on his dresser and approached the bed, kneeling down at the edge of it and putting his chin on the edge of the bed, looking across the way at Trixie. “Come here, Trix.”

That expression on his face caused her chest to have a sudden, sharp ache. She still felt guilty. She still felt like she didn’t deserve any of this. She still felt… horrible. “Come on, lover,” Owen said with a soft voice, reaching out with his hand gesturing her toward him with his finger.

A mess. She was a mess, with and without him. Cautiously and very cat like, she baby crawled to him. The sheet no longer covering her, her long, ebony hair, loose and unruly, and her eyes on his. Her defenses were down and she felt vulnerable. Her heart beat distracted her from thinking negative thoughts. She couldn’t think about anything but him and it was… daunting. Her face was inches away from his, when she whispered, “Hi, Kitty.”

“It’s good to see you.” Owen reached out and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. “You’re sexy.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, letting it only last a second. “I forgot how sexy.” He smiled and nuzzled their noses together. While Trixie was freaking out internally, and even somewhat externally, Owen was as controlled as always. After the night before, Owen considered things alright between them — even if she didn’t quite yet.

Tracing his lip with the tip of her finger, taking in her present, she watched him with adoration and devotion. She wasn’t going to make the same mistakes again, that’s for sure. Tracing her finger down to his chin, she lifted his head a little so she could get a better look at him, “I’ve missed you.” She admitted.

Owen let her move his head so she could get the angle she wanted and smiled after she spoke. “I had a feeling,” he winked at her and smiled — something Owen didn’t do that much anymore. Especially not this smile, the one that he knew made Trixie feel…things. He pushed against her hand and met eyes with her again. “I missed you, too.”

He was a little devil. Knowing all of her like the palm of his hand. All her triggers that turned her on. She brought her head closer and nipped at his lip, “Are you just going to keep staring or are you going to fuck me? All you’re doing is making me wet.” Yeah, she still had her thirst from last night.

“If I tease you enough, you turn into an animal. It’s great. Makes it a little hard to sit, since my back gets a litttleee fucked up, but…” Owen trailed off, reaching out and brushing some of her hair out of her eyes, shaking his head. He laughed, then leaned forward to kiss her again. “We probably shouldn’t yet. I’m sorry, but we can do it whenever we want. And we will.” Owen explained, reaching underneath the bed and grabbing her panties. “Put these on. If I knew where your bra was, I’d give it to you too… Shouldn’t you call Riley or something? I know you, and I know you’ll want to make a statement. Besides, you have to tell everyone I don’t have baby dick.” Owen kissed her cheek and stood up straight.

“Well, Riley might be kinda fucked… Here.” Owen went back to his cereal and picked it back up, beginning to crunch at the cereal, before snatching his phone and pulling his phone off of the dresser, then browsed to Riley’s Instagram and pulled the video up, handing it over to Trixie.

First, she was denied, which hurt. He didn’t want her. She pouted at the thought, but then her attention was immediately brought to his phone. Pressing play, Trixie placed the phone on the bed, grabbed her panty, and as she watched the video, she slipped it on, “Oh no, Riley.” Last night turned out not being good for a few of them. Though, her night was debatable. She’d like to think it ultimately was a success because it ended with her screwing her ex.

Wait.

With her panty on and the video ending, Trixie gave Owen a confused look, “Are we…?” She needed to make sure that there wasn’t any grey lines between them. That she could make up for hurting him, while they dated.

“I threw you against the wall last night, like seriously,” Owen pointed at the wall beside the bed, where there was a hole in the drywall. “I’d say we’re together, at least. Besides, babe.” Owen reached down to her left hand and pulled it up to her face, where the ring he’d given her almost a year ago was back in its proper place. “You’re wearing the ring.”

Bringing her left hand to her chest, feeling her ring with her right, her eyes welled up. “Okay.” She gave a shaky smile, the tears trailing down her face. Not ready to cry her heart out, she immediately wiped the tears away and spoke her thoughts outloud, “I need to call Brian. He hates me, but he’ll be able to get what I want done. I don’t think Riley will go to school, for a good reason too… this will be hard for him to come back from. And…” Even though he said good things about her and Owen, he called out a specific person, which took guts. Something she has never been able to do. “...Hailey.” Was all she could say.

“Yep, seems like he’s fucked, huh? Hailey’s gonna feel some type of way with Riley trash talking the buttle.” Owen reached out and grabbed his phone. Remembering that she mentioned she had to call Brian, Owen made a face, “hey, I don’t want to talk to him, so don’t tell him I’m here. Brian always wants something from me, it’s a pain in the ass” He shook his head and sat back down on the bed, laying on his back and stretching his legs out. “It’s good to have you back. If you want, I’m totally available for straddling while you call Brian. Just going to play this mobile game and stay out of it.” Owen explained, pulling his phone out and tapping a few things to bring up the app he was interested in.

“You could try texting him.” Owen offered, as the sound of Tetris emanated from his phone.

“At least until she graduates or like… he figures out how to make peace with the demon queen.” Without a second thought, Trixie was on top of her boyfriend, but her straddling had a goal. She placed herself at a specific spot, in a specific angle. After she grabbed her phone, which was at the edge of the bed, she looked for Brian’s name in her contacts, “He doesn’t text.” She would know. They’ve had business calls before, which usually ended with him calling her a bitch. Subtly moving her body on top of Owen, on purpose, with intention, she called the man that would hopefully save the day.

“Brat.” Owen said in protest, still focusing on his game as the phone dialed once, then twice. As always, Brian answered immediately as the third ring happened.

“Hello, this is Brian.” Brian’s voice sounded off through the receiver, the same as always.

“Hey Brian! It’s Trixie.” Before he could protest and hang up, she racingly begged, “Please-don’t-hang-up-it’s-important!”

“Very little that you do is important.” Came Brian’s terse, annoyed response. However, he didn’t hang up. Was there a pause? Yes, but no click of the line. “You have one and a half minutes, starting now.”

Taking a quick breath in and out, Trixie nodded and gave Brian the lowdown, “I’m a bitch, you’re right, and I found out that Owen didn’t cheat on me. I’d like to make an announcement on the morning show via skype and I need your help. I understand this isn’t necessarily your jurisdiction, but based on a video that transpired last night, I don’t think Riley will be going to school today and you are one of the most reliable, efficient people I know. If you do me a favor, I promise I’ll pay you back ten fold!” She probably was going to regret that last statement.

“There’s not a lot you could offer me. I tried to help out with the morning show and Brynn was a bitch and Riley a whiny baby. I don’t have time to work with either of those things. I saw the video. Why do I have to clean up Riley’s mess? Doesn’t seem fair. I don’t want to provide assistance where, quote unquote, ‘the creator’ of the show wants it. I offered already.”

Owen reached up and tapped Trixie on the shoulder with a finger. “Not going very well, then?” He asked, able to tell mostly based on her subtler body movements. Plus, he knew Brian.

Her face did drop, but she gently brushed her boyfriend away, this was her battle. “Brian. This isn’t for Riley. He can deal with his own mess. I need to clean mine and clear Owen’s name, but I am in no position to go to school right now. I understand this isn’t fair, and I won’t ask for anything after this, I just need your help. This one time. Then you can kiss the morning show goodbye and let it die. Right now all I care about is taking me and Owen, out of the spotlight.”

“Seems to me like being on the morning show via Skype from, I assume, his bedroom is a poor way to do it. But fine. One last thing. After this, don’t call me anymore. Agreed?”

Obediently and hoping in the future she didn’t need him, Trixie gave a certain reply, “Agreed.”

“Okay.” Click.

“Is it over? Let’s get you back out of those clothes. We have time.”

Knock. Knock.

Owen’s eyes flicked over toward the door. “Motherfucker, this had better be good.”




Welcome to Wednesday! The boat party was… something. Maybe not explosive as the New Year’s party, but it had its moments. Now we’re here to suffer the fallout before we move forward. Good luck with another day in BHHS!
@Lovely Complex @Universorum

Location: In The Throes of Passion and The Throes of Despair
Featuring: Jericho “My Son Doesn’t Need Me Anymore” Snyder and Amity “Yes, He Does” Snyder








Stars of the Show:
Damian “Happening” O’Connor and Joy “Feels Like the First Time” Darling

For the brief time she was sleeping, Joy had found herself in a surreal dream, where she and Damian were in a retro colored talk show, sitting in large white seats, with the host between them. She looked at her boyfriend with suspicious eyes, calling him out on his lies. All the girls he slept with were in the crowd (though it was just her imagination creating fake lovers). It was like they were on the Maury Show, but the episodes focused on her new found relationship.

Damian gave off this uncaring nonchalance, taking her feelings lightly, which only riled her up more. Joy never got this riled up. The dream shifted to her talking to a fortune teller with a crystal ball, asking questions of what her future had in store for her, but all Joy could see was white clouds and obscure images. Not being able to predict things was frustrating and her dream displayed the feelings she carried that day up until she left the party and he assured her, she had nothing to worry about.

Slowly, her eyes opened to see that her face was inches away from Damian’s, who was holding onto her, asleep. Where was Lil’ Boss?

When Amity came home from picking her husband up, they both found their son and his sitters sleeping on the guest bed. To prevent a nuclear war from happening, since her son did not like waking up in a room that wasn’t his room, Amie quietly separated her child from the two lovebirds and brought him to his room, tucking him in his bed for the night. Thankful that her son had fallen asleep, hoping it would stay that way, Amie decided that Damian was okay in her book. He got her child to sleep, just like he said.

After tiptoeing out of her son’s bedroom, closing the door behind her, she went to the master bedroom to find her husband. Wrapping her arms around him, she buried her face against his back, into his shirt that he still had on, that smelt like him. “Still sleeping…” She mumbled about their son.

“Really? Is he a wizard?” Jericho asked his wife, putting his hands over Amity’s and almost frowning a bit; though she couldn’t see. “Putting him to sleep is supposed to be my thingggg.” Surprisingly, Jericho sounded mostly disappointed. He turned around and put his chin on top of Amie’s head. “Did Tyty just outgrow me? Like he outgrew Sesame Street.”

“You’re his father, he’s stuck with you, but yeah, probably. He found a new method to help him sleep.” Amie teased. She liked this. She liked when their schedules weren’t filled to the brim. She liked the time they shared together. Her time with her family was when she was most happy.

“Oh noooo.” JJ whined, sighing as he kissed her atop the head. “I’ve outgrown my usefulness. All he’ll want me for now is to beat hard levels in Crash Bandicoot. I’m hurt, my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I just want to be a loving and excellent father, but now some young thundercat has moved in and put my son to sleeps,” JJ said, before pausing. A brief moment passed, before he spoke up.

“Hey, I haven’t met him. Is ‘young thundercat’ a good descriptor?”

“Yeah, I think that works. He kind of gives me Lion-o vibes. Though, he probably has a awful first impression of me… I was woken up and so was Tyty. I may have overreacted.” Amie sheepishly looked up at her lover. “He drank your juice and I yelled at him!”

“Sounds like you.”

Meanwhile, in the guest bedroom, Joy quietly caressed her boyfriend’s face. He was her’s. All her’s. And now that they were together, she could do things like this. Her kisses were slow and soft, comforting. In his hold, which loosened momentarily, she climbed on top of him, feeling his chiseled to perfection chest.

Damian didn’t stir as Joy touched him and began to straddle him. Sometime along the way, Damian had taken his shirt off; sleeping with your shirt on was next to impossible. Pants, too. In fact, all Damian had left on was his boxer briefs. He was, however, a very heavy sleeper, and it seemed Joy would have to try a little harder if she wanted to rouse him.

Challenge accepted. There were many routes Joy could take this. She didn’t know if this was the best one to choose from, but staring at his chest made her want to do it, so she did. With no restraint, Joy bit her boyfriend’s nipple. Because for some reason, that was on her mind, and she wanted to do it.

This did get a response, but it wasn’t exactly Damian waking up. Instead, it was Damian sleep talking, “owwww.” Well, rather sleep whining. Damian’s arms pulled a little more snugly around Joy, nuzzling her closer to him. “Shhhh, am sleep.”

“Damiannnnnn.” Joy whined back, squirming in his hold. This was a rough pursuit, but she couldn’t give up! A Darling never gave up. Deciding the bold route, she slid her tongue up his body until once again she was back to his face, but this time she thrusted her tongue into his mouth.

Okay, that one worked. It was hard to not wake up when something like that happened. Damian’s eyes opened as he loosened his grip on Joy slightly, pulling out of the kiss, “...good morning, Joy.” Damian said, staring up at his girlfriend. He was still tired, still half asleep, and offered a question before anything, “Where the little guy?”

Sitting up, on top of him, Joy turned toward the door, then back down at him, “My theory is Amie grabbed him. The little guy does NOT like waking up anywhere that isn’t his bedroom.” Unlike Damian, Joy still had all her clothes on. Once she was asleep, she was out until now, so she didn’t have an opportunity to ask her aunt for a change of clothes. “Also, it’s like 3am.”

“Okay, let’s make out.” Damian said. He just wanted to make sure that the little guy wasn’t around, in case things got too heated, which they were almost bound to. That being clarified, though, Damian put his hand on the back of Joy’s hand and parted his lips slightly as he pulled her mouth to his, locking their lips once again.

That didn’t last long, before Joy pulled away, “Waitttt!” Yes, she wanted this, but she wasn’t ready. Not explaining herself, Joy took off her sweater, so that she was only in her spaghetti strap tank and jeans. Yeah, no, she wasn’t going to take off her pants. If he wanted more, he’d have to work for it. “Okay, now let’s make out.”

Bringing their lips back together, she ran her hands through his hair, eyes closed, and allowed her actions and body to do the talking. Pressing her small boobs against his well defined chest, she granted access for his tongue to enter the seam of her lips. Unlike on New Years, she was completely sober and everything she did right here and right now was fully intended and not influenced by the courage of alcohol. All her thoughts were obliterated by their kiss. They didn’t need to hurry and she doubted her uncle and aunt would peak in. For once, they could savour each other’s lips, let their desire to touch each other take over, playing a big part in their instincts, and grow hotter and hotter by the second.

Instinctually, Damian wanted to roll them over so he could be on top. Instinctually. He fought against it, and instead ran his hand down her back and to her butt, gripping it as they kissed. His other hand slid up her side, to her shoulders. Once there, he carefully went about pulling her spaghetti straps down, going slowly at first to gauge her feelings. He didn’t want to pressure her, but Damian had been blue balled quite a few times already with Joy, and didn’t want it to happen again.

Although her cheeks were burning red, from her nervousness and thumping heartbeat, and her body reactively shivered when Damian’s hand trailed down her spine leading to her ass, Joy didn’t push him away. She didn’t fight against this. Instead, she anticipated for more and could feel the heat from her face traveling throughout her veins, straight to her toes. Taking the next move, she oscillated her hips, which hopefully was enough to tell him she was ready.

As her hips began to move, Damian pulled away from their kiss and moved her head to the side. He took his lips and pressed them against her neck, sucking lightly sucked on her pale flesh. He took his hands and hooked his fingers underneath her shirt, beginning to pull it up and over her torso. Damian broke the kiss on her neck as he pulled the tank-top off the rest of the way, and dropped it over to the side of the bed and down to the floor.

Then, Damian rolled them so he was on top, and smiled down at her. “Finally.” He muttered, before leaning down to kiss her on the lips once again. As if fate was against them, again, Joy’s phone began to ring, with her designated ringtone for her mother.

Gently nudging her boyfriend a little up, so she could give him an apologetic look, she whispered, “I should take this.” Yeah, she could hold off and enjoy the moment but it would kill it for her if her mother started to have a panic attack. Joy always answered when her mother called. Staying on her back, she reached to the nightstand to find her phone and answered it, “Hey mommy!” Okay, yeah, she could totally act like she wasn’t in a position to lose her virginity.

Keep calm, Joy.

It’s three in the goddamn morning? Why was Jude calling? Why didn’t anyone want them to have sex? Damian was tired of this, but he wasn’t exactly surprised that Jude was calling. She was kind of the overbearing mother type, even in comparison to his own. Rather than let the the phone call be the end of it though, Damian slid down slightly, and put his lips back on the marked spot on her neck where he’d been before. Without a word, Damian set about sucking on her neck again.

Ignore him for a phone call, huh?

Oh fucking really, Damian? “Oh? You called…. twice already? I must of… missed it.” The angel on her shoulder was telling her to push away and go somewhere private to talk to her mother, to ease her worry, but the devil on her other shoulder was telling her to prove to Damian she could do this just fine with him being lewd and stubborn. Holding her phone close to her ear, she looked up to the ceiling and focused on her breathing, “I fell asleep.... After the project, I went to... Uncle’s for dinner… and decided… to spend… the night.”

She was doing a good job, Damian had to admit. But that only encouraged him to do more. Damian sucked a little harder, and ran one of his cold hands along her now bare stomach. Really, he knew he could force Joy to make questionable noises, but he wasn’t sure if he should.

“Oh, it’s okay mom… like I said, if you— you worry. Then call me! Uh, what?” Jude was questioning why she had many pauses in her speech. Talk better, Joy! “Oh, my b! I justtt tired. I’m tired.” It was then that Damian’s other hand completed its mission, and Joy’s jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.

Everyone knows what happens next.

Embarrassingly so, a high pitched moan escaped Joy’s lips, causing her to slap her mouth closed. “Yes, mommy?” There was brief silence as Joy tried to not do that again. What even was that? “You, mm, want to speak to… him?” Joy felt like she was caught red handed, but she didn’t know how much Jude really knew. “Okay!” Her ‘okay’ turned from low to high, quick, and then Joy rushingly tapped her phone on his head, glaring at him.

Wait, no.

Damian pulled his lips off of Joy’s neck and winked at her, before he took the phone away, and rolled onto his back, flopping onto the bed. “Hey, auntie.” He said cheerfully. Damian only had type of speaking voice: confident. “What’s going on?”

Joy wished she could hear what her mother was saying. There were a lot of words coming out of her phone, but words she could not hear. Turning her body over, she shuffled up to see if she could hear exactly what was being said. There seemed to be a ‘thanks’ in there. It was too muffled and low!

“Well, alright. I guess I’ll see you then. Bye, Jude.” Damian shrugged his shoulder and took the phone away from his ear, handing it to Joy. “I’m coming over for dinner, Saturday.” He explained as Joy took the phone, before shifting back to a more comfortable position.

“Wait, did my mom hang up without saying goodbye?” Joy stared at her phone dumbfoundedly, which no longer had her mother on the other line. “Am I in trouble? Why are you coming over for dinner? That’s really weird she didn’t say goodbye. Should I call her back?”

“Because she’s tired, no, because she loves me, no it isn’t, don’t call her back. Come snuggle so we can sleep.” Damian quickly rattled off answers to every question she’d asked, then opened his arms for her to come.

Okay, maybe she was overreacting. Maybe it wasn’t that deep. After putting her phone to the side and silencing it, she made her way to him and laid in his arms, “...so we’re going to sleep?” She asked him, wondering if her mother’s phone call killed the mood.

“Yep. Moment’s ruined, sorry baby. I love you.”

A tomato. She was a tomato. Did Joy hear that right? Did he say he— “Come again?” Joy was stunned for a round.

“I said: The moment is ruined, I'll show you the glorious pleasure of being finished inside later. Then I said sorry baby. Then I said. I.” Damian kissed her upon the lips, “Love.” Another kiss on the lips. You.” A final kiss, this time upon the nose.

Dead.

Joy was dead.

“...I love you too.” She hid her face, against his chest.

“That’s my girl.”
“If saying Everly is too hard for you.”


Okay, that seems unnecessary.

“I do so look forward to cleaning up things around here. Someone has to do it. Might as well be us!"


Now that’s just untrue. People don’t talk like that, do they?

The first person had introduced themselves, and James had to admit, it wasn’t a very good first impression, so to speak. She seemed to be, at least as far as he could tell, incredibly extra. And that wasn’t really James’s thing! He did, however, make a mental note to call her Everly forever, because fuck her and her fake smile. Nothing was too hard for him, least of all saying a name that was hardly two syllables.

“Well since the rest of you are too scared to speak up I guess I’ll go.”


Totally, that’s what it is. You didn’t just jump at the opportunity to speak before anyone else had a chance. We’re totally terrified. Jesus, what is this? The fucking Gathering?

“I’m Rowan, we aren’t friends so don’t even think of calling me anything else. Unlike princess over there, I don’t look forward to this bullshit.”


What else would we even call you? There’s no way to make that into a nickname! Princess? Is that what we’re calling her now? That’s gonna go right to her head — she seems the type.

Two down now, and this one seemed just as bad. Unnecessary aggression, check. Thinly veiled anger, check. She seemed extra too, just in different way than the girl who’d spoken before her. James was almost certain she was judging everyone before they even spoke; which he was doing too, so it was slightly hypocritical of him to think about that. James wanted a good feel for the crew he’d be dealing with though, before he spoke for himself.

"Peyton Saunders. I'm not exactly looking forward to this either, but I'm sure if we all work together we can get this done a whole lot faster- which would be ideal."


Well, Peyton… you have a point. Faster is better! Maybe if we clean up enough, they’ll let us off early. Ha. Like that will happen.

"Hopefully we can make the best of this situation. Building character doesn't sound like the worst thing, right?"


She’s not bad.

James liked her. Sure, they were in a bad way. They were stuck out here on a perfectly fine Saturday, and they had to clean up trash. This girl, though, seemed bright and pleasant; and unlike Everly, Peyton didn’t seem to be fake about it. Her tone of voice and her body language had a sort of genuinity to it, and James appreciated that. Plus, she was super cute and that was an undeniable bonus.

“Christian Hill. Please don't call me Chris. I’ll hurt you.


James didn’t have to think about how he felt about this one. Christian was his best friend, and had been for most of his life. Christian was a good dude, and a better friend. James felt bad that his friend had wound up here; after all, it was mostly James’s fault. He’d gotten in a fight, and Christian had done what any friend would do: got involved.

James’s gaze then fell on the final person in their group, who was already set about the task. Strong, silent type? No. She is wearing a shirt with the eggo logo on it. Maybe she’s on the spectrum and doesn’t understand how social situations work… Nah, most likely? She’s just a bitch. James knew that was probably the case. After all, that had been the fact of the matter with two of the other three girls, and James had a feeling Peyton was the odd one out. It wasn’t going to be a fifty-fifty ratio, that was for sure.

This sucked. He reached down and stabbed a piece of paper that was floating with the wind, and deposited it into his trash bag. Jesus, why is there so much trash here anyway? Isn’t there like, a fine for littering? After the piece of trash was securely in the bag, James looked up at the people there with him, and decided to do the introductions.

“James Hartwell. It’s nice to meet you. Shitty place to do it, but whatever. Anyway, I think she —” James pointed at the girl who’d already set about picking up the trash with his poker. “— has the right idea. Why don’t we just get to work?” With that, he stabbed downward, skewering another piece of trash and dumping it in the bag again.

“Saving the world, one Skittles wrapper at a time.”
@Fabricant451 @Universorum



Featuring: Kit “I Was Only Pretending To Be Afraid!” Thomas and Sam “A Dollar A Mile” Lassiter
Location: Wandering the halls




WAIT, NO.

Sam was bailing on her now! What was Kit supposed to do?! She was trying to attach herself to Sam so she could lean on her tonight! Kit needed an adult, and someone to hang out with! All she’d done was show her a dick pic, what was the big deal?! Sammy was hot and tall and had eye catching assets! She’d seen a dick before! Right? Kit was chasing behind Sammy as they wandered through the boat together.

“Sammmmmyyyyyy, don’t leave meeeeee. I’m scared!” Total bullshit, sure, but Kit figured it was worth a shot. Samantha Lassiter would surely take pity on the small, scared, confused, blonde, dependent Kit. “There are a lot of big, intimidating, terrifying people at this party. And, ahem.” Kit gave a little cough, trying to draw attention from the more immediate matter of her ‘needing’ Sam.

“I can’t drive, and the Doc is surely gonna be asleep when this boat re-docks. Speaking of, when is the ship gonna go back to port? It feel like we’ve been at sea for like two months!” Kit shook her head, drawing back to the important point: “Sammy, I need a ride.”

Every single fiber of Sam’s being was telling her to ignore Kit and to keep on walking. Her idea of a good night definitely didn’t involve looking at dick pics from Henry and she didn’t even want to know why Henry was sending those pictures to Kit. Just keep walking. When Kit said she was scared was when Sam stopped walking away and at that point her fate was sealed. Sam cursed under her breath, hating the fact that her loyalties made her somewhat predictable. Kit might’ve been young but technically she was a friend.

Sam was disappointed that the truth turned out to be a bit more selfish but then this was Kit she was dealing with. If someone was going to try and mess with Kit, Sam would have no qualms about stepping in much as she wouldn’t have any problem if her other friends had trouble - though her other friends could likely take care of themselves. ”It’s a nice night out, the walk will do you some good.” Sam had stopped long enough for Kit to catch up but that didn’t mean she was immediately going to swap to agreeable.

”If you stick to the sidewalks you’ll probably not get accosted or anything.”

“I live like twenty miles from here, dude! Plus, I’m small and insignificant. I’d definitely get accosted by some ruffian, who would fuck my shit up.” Kit claimed in protest, frowning up at Sam. “I don’t wanna get my shit fucked up!” Geeze, maybe Sam was the wrong person to ask. She could always ask Henry, but now that she’s seen his dick, would he be willing to drive her places?! Did he even know!? Those were questions meant to be asked and answered during science class, not during a high pressure situation like finding a way home.

Kit ran a hand through her long blonde hair and looked up at her friend. Way up. “Sammy, when did you get so tall? Did people expect you to get that tall, or were you just like BOOM! one night and you woke up and none of your clothes fit and you were screwed? That would be the worst thing…” Kit frowned. The truth was she did need a ride home that night, but there was a little fear in the back of her mind.

“I am a little scared of something. See, earlier tonight, I ran up to Selena Sterling and kissed her, because I was in love with her. It sucked, and then I ran away. So, anyway, her friend Jamie was there, and like… Well, they’re kind of mean? So I’m a little worried that they might be mean to me, if they catch me alone on the ship.”

”You cheated on me?” Sam saw an opening and went for it; even though she was mildly annoyed at the bait and switch she couldn’t just not make a comment when the opportunity presented itself. ”Here I thought our kiss meant something. I grabbed your ass and everything and you go on to kiss some...skank? We’re so over, Kit.” It was a good thing Sam was talented when it came to fighting because her acting left much to be desired. If nothing else, her mood was slightly better and thus more equipped to handle Kit.

”You kissed Selena Sterling, you’ve got a dick pic from Henry Green, you wanted me to grab your ass in front of people, at this rate by the time you’re a senior you’ll have starred in Beverly Hills High’s very first gangbang. Well...maybe the first one on film anyway.” Were the students responsible for Kit’s growth? Probably, but Sam was probably one of the better influences there could be. That was probably why Kit came to her for a ride. Either that or Sam was just the closest potential option.

”Twenty miles? You got twenty bucks on you?”

“No, I use Google Pay to pay for everything with my phone, I’m not some kind of savage. The Doc might have twenty bucks on him, I can ask him when we get there. Gangbang? It would be much of a bang, since it’d be me and girls. Henry’s taken, so all I’m gonna see is the dick! Plus, I don’t want Selena that much anymore. I kissed her and now I guess magic is gone? Because she just seems normal now. Also, Sammy… I kissed Selena first, so if you think about it, I cheated on some skank with you.” Kit explained, winking up at Sam. “If I don’t have twenty bucks, can I just let you touch my butt some more? That’s a thing girls do, right? Grass, gas, or ass, as the sticker says.”

”That saying doesn’t mean touching ass, it means fucking it, dude. Not specifically ass just, like, sex in general. I’m not gonna have sex with you in exchange for driving you home, do I look like fucking Shauna Flynn?” Now that Sam mentioned it, she was surprised Shauna hadn’t already gotten to Kit. Kit was just Shauna’s type: a Freshman. But she digressed. ”Also, your butt isn’t worth twenty miles. I would know. So you don’t have twenty bucks and I’m not sleeping with you...I dunno, Kit, this doesn’t sound like I get anything out of it.”

“No, dude! Shauna sucks, she's already tried to mack on me twice now, but I have a will of solid adamantium. Uhm, what do you mean my butt isn't worth twenty miles?! That's mean…” Kit sighed in utter misery. Why was Sam driving such a hard bargain? Just give Kit a lift, damn. She blew a long lasting raspberry, before looking up. “Uh… What if I sing karaoke with you again sometime?” Worth a shot!

”Done. No take backs.” When Kit mentioned karaoke there wasn’t any hesitation on Sam’s side of the table, metaphorically speaking of course. The news about Shauna going for a swim in the kiddie pool didn’t come as a surprise; if Sam had been around she probably would’ve gotten a bit slappy but fortunately Kit had a better head on her shoulders than some. ”I’ll wait for you by the exit plank when we dock. Don’t be late. Oh, and for the record, I was gonna given you a ride anyway.”

“Whatever man, karaoke was ace anyway.”






A Minry post
Location: Their private suite
Interacting with: Some people





This was going better than Henry had ever thought it would. He’d figured they’d just kiss some, maybe, but it had way exceeded his very low expectations. Now, it seemed he had a girlfriend! That was a new experience for him, but he figured it was probably for the best. After all, they lived in the same house, and would probably be sleeping in the same bed, every night until she went home. The least he could do with this was offer loyalty. For him, the worst case scenario was Min-seo came to her senses and realized he didn’t make a very good boyfriend, and they broke up. He could deal with that.

For now, though, they were locked away in the suite alone once again. Henry had been a little surprised at how eager Min seemed to be to come back, so eager in fact that he’d almost forgotten to hit the button; which probably would have caused Brian to complain even more. Henry wasn’t down with anymore of that shit, especially not phone calls that interrupted his time with Min. Brian had habits, and one of them always seemed to be ‘calling at the worst possible time.’

That wasn’t important, though, not right now. What was important was keeping Min in the happy and eager mood she was in. ’Happy wife, happy life,’ as dad always said. Wait, wife? Henry looked Min up and down, and thought about it. That might not suck. There was yet insufficient data for him to decide if he was gonna put a ring on it. So far, so good, though.

“Welcome back. So… you really wanna do it, huh? Blowjob, I mean.” Henry asked, looking at Min. “That’s kinda all me, no you. Unless you have an oral fixation, I guess that could happen. Wouldn’t know yet, cuz you’ve never done it before, huh?” Henry had a level of skill that he brought to the bedroom, and he didn’t normally open with this. He typically liked to focus on the girl before he got his shit in. That was usually good enough for him, but hey. Maybe Min would dig it.

When Min-seo was asked to the party as a date she didn’t think this would be how the night would end up, but having gone this course she wasn’t sure she would change it. Maybe the dinner part but that was cute and romantic in its own way and she couldn’t exactly fault Henry for making the best of an unfortunate situation. Everything else, though, had been above and beyond, wonderful came close to describing it but putting words to it would only cheapen the emotions she had felt tonight; emotions that were, at the moment, running at an absolute high.

Even if she had had doubts about a blowjob earlier, after the fireworks - both the actual ones and the ones she felt with the kiss - those doubts were thrown overboard without a moment’s hesitation. Henry had been a gentleman tonight and if Min was privy to reputations she would have no idea where they came from based on her experiences. Already tonight Henry had given her his full attention and made her feel like the most important girl in the world; what more could she ask for from a boyfriend? Most importantly: Henry had made sure their first time was more about her own enjoyment rather than his own.

So now she was willing to thank him and give it back.

”Yes. Do you...not want it?” Min asked as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Henry with doe eyes. ”I want...to make you...happy.”

“No, I definitely want it, trust me. I just wanted to make sure that like, you wanted to do it? Because I know you’re new to this kind of thing and I don’t want to overwhelm you night one, I guess?” As Henry spoke, he took his shoes off, and got on the opposite corner of the bed, before he laid his body out, resting his head on her lap, and looking up at her. “Don’t want to go too fast, and ruin it before we even get that far,” he explained, gazing up at her.

Henry was being careful, moreso than he normally was, but honest? This was the first time he’d ever been in something that was defined by both parties as a ‘relationship,’ and ruining it on the first night wasn’t going to be their relationship. “It’ll make me more than happy, it’ll make me ecstatic. Like, a dream come true almost.” He said, reaching up to play with her hair. He wasn’t lying, either. Every guy loved a blowjob. Anyone who said otherwise? He was lying.

”Yes, I want to...do it..” There wasn’t hesitation or uncertainty in her voice, just the stilted delivery of someone who was learning the language but still wanting to sound sure and confident. Her hand was gently stroking Henry’s hair like he was a cute dog in her lap. This was what Min wanted to do. It was the least she could do, and if she was going to be a good girlfriend she was going to have to get used to stuff like this. And she wanted to be the best possible girlfriend she could be.

”But...I have...question.” Min-seo was going to have to bring it up sooner or later and now seemed like the best time given that their clothes were still on. ”Can you...picture?” Min-seo thought it best to make it seem like all her idea. It was easier than saying her best friend wanted to see it too, though having pictures of the event was kind of enticing in its own way. A reminder that she would always have with her.

Henry didn’t fully understand what she meant by that. Could he take a picture? Sure, he could. He assumed it was something like the two of them together, maybe for her Instagram or Snapchat story or something. Some kind of social media thing, girls had a hard on for that type of thing. “Yeah, I can take a picture. What of? Like a selfie with us?” That was the only possible answer Henry could see. There was no way that sweet, pure, innocent and virginal little Min-seo would want a picture of anything else.

Right? No way she wanted like, lewd pictures. That’d be wild! Not that Henry would mind, he had every reason to be confident in his naked body. He just couldn’t see that being realistically what Min wanted a picture of. What would she even do with it? Maybe them together would be different, but that would be an even weirder request, because that’d bring her into the picture and she was just too shy for that kind of thing. Which, really, was kind of a shame.

There was a misunderstanding and Min could only let out an awkward titter, the kind of laugh that one gave when they were caught in a little lie. Min wasn’t lying, unless it was by omission, but she still didn’t quite know how to explain without going into specifics. How would Henry react knowing that Min-seo’s friend wanted to see, well...much more than most people probably would. While a selfie would be nice to mark the occasion, it hadn’t been exactly what Min-seo requested.

”Selfie is...okay..but...I mean…” Min was getting flustered even considering asking. Was it a normal thing for a couple to do? ”Of us..of...me...giving...blowjob.” Min-seo looked as if she had committed some crime as she asked the question and was now awaiting judgment from the executor.

Henry’s eyebrows shot up. Huh. So that was what she wanted! Henry wasn’t about to say no, but he was definitely surprised. “Not really what I expected! But yeah, totally. We can even take a video, if you want. I’m into it.” Probably more than he should be, but hey. If his girlfriend actually wanted pictures of his dick in her phone, then he wasn’t about to disappoint her. “Are you gonna just look at them? That’s kinda hot.”

Henry grinned and sat up right, before sliding across the bed so they were close to each other. He leaned across and kissed her cheek. “Here, let me see your phone. I’ll take them for you. How many do you want?”

”Yes...look at them.” She nodded with the relief that Henry didn’t think the request was weird. Maybe it really was a normal thing for couples to do; all Min knew was that yet again Kit was proving to be correct in the things she talked about. ”She said...before...during and...after.” Min had meant to be thinking to herself but she had been thinking aloud without realizing it herself.

”Three. But...but video is...good too.” Min-seo unlocked her phone and handed it over to Henry. The wallpaper was of a group of ducklings that looked like a picture taken by Min herself. ”It is...your choice.”

Luckily for Min, it seemed Henry’s mind was elsewhere after she handed him the phone, and it seemed he hadn’t caught her slip up. He did, however catch her request for three pictures, as well as mentioning that a video was good too. “Three pictures… okay, I can do that.” With that, he looked down at her phone, smiling as he looked at the wallpaper, “hey, this is a cute picture. Where did you take it?” He asked, before he pulled up the camera app and threw an arm around Min’s shoulder, pulling her close and leaning over so their heads were touching.

“Here, smile for the camera.” His finger hit the facecam button, and suddenly they were staring back at the pair of them on the phone screen. “Make sure it’s good. This one will be my wallpaper.” He explained, nuzzling his cheek against hers before putting a smile on.

The picture on her home screen was one she was very proud of. It was a matter of Min-seo being in the right place at the right time on an otherwise rainy, dreary day. The ducklings were splashing in a puddle on the sidewalk and Min-seo dropped her shopping back to capture the picture. She would’ve tried to hold one of them if the honking didn’t turn a bit aggressive when she approached. Still, the picture was worth it.

”Seoul. A few months last.” Min-seo was smiling at the memory, smiling well enough for the perfect couples selfie. Min put up a V with her fingers and leaned close against Henry. If there was one thing that would make her happier than cute ducklings, it was the selfie.

Henry clicked the picture and it saved on her phone, before he opened their text message, and sent it to himself. After snapping the photo, he pulled it up to look at it. “Hey, we look pretty good together, don’t we? Nice.” He switched back to the camera, and turned, kissing her cheek as he snapped another picture. “There. That one’s for your wallpaper,” Henry smiled at her, before slipping the phone into his pocket.

“Okay. Three pictures and a video. I can do that.” He stood off of the bed, and reached down to his belt, undoing it and sliding it off. “Uh, you can get a pillow to kneel on if you want, it’ll make it easier on your knees. You don’t want carpet burn, or anything like that, y’know?” He asked, tossing his belt toward the pillows to bring her attention to them.

Just when Min was going to ask for a copy - before remembering that it was taken on her phone, Henry surprised her with a kiss to the cheek; it didn’t dampen her smile, but it did add a splash of color to her cheek. A good photo, and definitely worthy to be what she saw whenever she used her phone. The duck memory and the selfies almost had her forgetting why they had come back to the room, but Henry was quick to remind her.

She looked to the pillows and down to the floor; carpet burn didn’t sound like a good time so she was quick to scamper towards a pillow and grab the fluffiest one she could. She set the pillow on the carpet and lowered herself onto it, her knees and legs feeling a bit weird at first but she was able to find comfort in the kneel. ”You will...be happy.”

~~


Back at the speech area, now standing on her own two feet, and still hanging out with Sam, Kit looked down at her phone which buzzed with a picture. She looked down at it and got excited when she realized it was from Min. She pulled the pictures up into full screen and her eyes went wide. “Whoa…” She tapped Sam on the… well, the stomach, because that was all she could reach, and held the phone out. “Hey, are they supposed to be that big?”

Now that the speech was over and her karaoke performance was too good to top, Sam was considering bouncing for the night and heading back to get sleep or watch Enter the Dragon again before crashing out. What else was there to do? The food was probably all gone, the kegs tapped, and it wasn’t like she had any desire to dance or screw. Hell, she’d already basically made out with someone and got a handful of ass which put her above some others for sure. Her contemplation was broken when Kit demanded her attention and practically thrust a phone right in Sam’s field of vision.

”What the fuck, dude, why do you have some dude’s dick on your phone?” Sam couldn’t exactly not look given how sudden it was. ”Do I look like a dick expert?”

“...dude, kind of.”

“Yeah, whatever, it’s big, congrats on having a big dick boyfriend, Kit.”

Kit looked up at Sam, and retracted her phone from Sam’s vision, looking down at the photos. So it was big, huh? Nice. At her last statement though, Kit shook her head, “What? No. I don’t have a boyfriend! That’s Min’s boyfriend! It’s Henry’s dick, dude.” Like Kit could ever have a boyfriend.

”What the fuck, dude?” Sam sounded genuinely off put by this new revelation, like she had just walked in on her parents having sex or something equally as foul to think about. On the list of things she never wanted to see ‘Henry Green’s dick’ was somewhere near the top. ”Why do you have a picture of someone else’s boyfriend’s dick? You know what, I don’t care, dude.” Sam Lassiter was so done with this party. Now more than ever she was convinced the best thing to do was to leave and not look back.

Because if she did, she would just remember the unwanted dick in her face.

“Dude, it’s for science!”




Starring: Henry “I Can Move My Hands Fast Enough!” Green and Min “Want a BJ?” Seo
Introducing: Cyndi “Eeyore” Green
Location: The speech place! The stage! Be there or be square you fucking nerds.




Henry found himself to be pretty relaxed, all things considered. Between the cocaine, the sudden rush of feelings for Min-seo, the pressure being applied from Brian to make him do this stupid ass speech thing, and wondering why the helicopter had just flown away, Henry should have been pretty stressed. He didn’t feel stressed, though. Instead, he was chill. He was sitting on the stage where the speech would take place, wearing the glove given to him by Brian. The glove was a little tight on his hand, but he didn’t mind. Like everything that was on the upgraded boat, the glove had turned out to be an interesting piece of technology. By moving his fingers, Henry found that he could control the lights on the floor. He was entertaining himself by trying to move his hand fast enough to draw a cock and balls on the floor.

Neither had worked quite yet, as the lights seemed to fade after following his motions. Sort of like a sparkler, but on a much larger scale. This didn’t stop Henry, who was determined to get at least one of them right. On the floor in front of him, a small crowd had gathered, and were watching his attempts to get the drawing down on the floor. As he got close, they cheered, but when the writing disappeared, they sighed in disappointment.

Henry’s mic was on, but he’d been completely silent for the past while as he made his attempts. Henry’s tongue was hanging slightly out of his mouth as he concentrated, trying to get it down, when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Thinking it was Brian giving him the go ahead to start talking, Henry pulled his phone out and checked the text message. It was indeed from Brian, but the contents of the text message were not what he expected.

From: B-Rye

If you use your index and middle finger, the lines won’t disappear until you make a fist.


This changed everything! Henry stood up from where he’d been sitting, and held out the two fingers, looking like he was making some kind of finger gun as he carefully guided the lines on the floor. Unlike when he’d used to just his index finger, the lines stayed. This time the color of the lines was almost like a tye-dye, as Henry went about his drawing.

He got closer than ever before, and the crowd started to get excited, and when he sealed the deal by drawing a few droplets spraying out of the package, the crowd exploded into cheers as Henry took a bow, still holding the fingers out so the drawing didn’t yet disappear, grinning to himself.

Nice.

When Kit ran off to do whatever it was she did when lacking in supervision, Min-seo had to come to terms with the simple fact that she didn’t know where the speech was taking place. Of course she wanted to be there, her boyfriend was in charge of it and she had to support him in this; plus she had promised to meet up with him after girl talk. And while the girl talk had definitely given Min-seo some insight on how to be a better girlfriend, she couldn’t put any of it into practice until she actually found the stage or her boyfriend. One would lead to the other.

The freshman transfer student wandered, realizing for the first time since her arrival that she wasn’t walking hand-in-hand with Henry. While she wasn’t afraid or anything, it just went to show that she was deeply and utterly lost. This boat was kind of big. All she could do was head to where she assumed a speech would be made. Somewhere open, big enough to host a stage and an audience. She got lost on the way, at some point winding up back where she and Henry had gotten a room, but that just meant she could retrace her steps. It didn't take much longer given that she was able to follow to the sound of a cheering crowd that sounded like the tide, cheering and rolling out in disappointment.

The crowd didn’t factor into much. Min-seo made her way to the side of the stage and up the stairs and, hoping she could get the jump, put her hands over Henry’s eyes, with a smile that was as playful and cute as she could muster. ”Guess who, oppa?”

Henry’s hand closed into a fist again after he felt someone cover his eyes, and the crowd’s cheering died out as the endgame drawing disappeared. While he wanted to at first be snarky and yell at whoever it was that ruined his drawing, when he heard Min’s voice, he melted a little bit and instead turned around and kissed her right on the beautiful smile she’d wanted to surprise him with. “Is it my Ducky?” He asked, looking down at her expectantly as he waited for an answer, looping his arms around her waist.

So this was what being a boyfriend was like, huh? He could live with this, at least for a while.

Min couldn’t be disappointed in the answer, she had made it easy after all, plus it came with a kiss which she was happy to receive and reciprocate in kind. She threw her arms around Henry’s middle in a hug and put her head to rest on his shoulder. It was a rather idyllic moment and one Min would have been happy to let sit but she recalled the other reason why she was so eager to get back to Henry - and it wasn’t just because he was her boyfriend. ”Oppa…” She asked, turning her head to look Henry in the eyes. ”I have...important question.”

She knew if she hesitated she probably wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage. She was just going to have to ask. ”Do you...want...blowjob?” The word almost escaped her but she was able to pull it back and ask, nodding like what she asked was as normal as could be.

The response to Min’s question didn’t come from Henry, at first, but instead it was an echo of her own words, from stating she had an important question on. Henry’s mic had realized that he (or someone very near to him) was speaking, and had happily transmitted the question across the large speakers set up near the stage.

Henry couldn’t help himself. While he knew that he should have probably been the utmost supportive and immediately defense of his girlyfriend, before the people who heard the question could be rude to her, he couldn’t help himself by smile. It was a silly, embarrassing situation, but that’s kind of what made it funny. Henry had a dumb smile on his face as he looked down at her, before nodding. “From you? Yes, absolutely; more than I’ve ever wanted one. When and where?”

Fortunately for Min she didn’t seem aware of the fact that her question was broadcast for the gathered crowd and so her initial response was positive and excited. Unfortunately, the crowd wasn’t such that they could let such a comment go without comment. ”FOR FUCK’S SAKE NOT HERE, PLEASE.” The voice came from a rather tall girl in the crowd and the comment was met with laughter before the crowd saw fit to react.

A chorus of responses followed with the majority being people applauding or otherwise voicing their support. Min-seo’s smile disappeared as the reality of the situation set in and her face turned redder than a stoplight. She could think of doing nothing other than burying her face in Henry’s shoulder, because there was nothing closer to hide her embarrassment behind.

Oh no, she wasn’t taking it well. Henry had apparently chosen the wrong option of the two that had been present to him. He decided to do his best to right the wrong by wrapping his arms around her in a tight, protective hug, rocking her side to side on his feet. Behind him, the lights moved back and forth like a pendulum, which seemed to excite some of the crowd; a lot of them were pretty high. Henry took one of his hands and manually shut the mic ff before he kissed the top of Min’s head.

“Oh, baby. Don’t be upset, they’ll forget about it in like ten minutes. Well, Sam might remember it, but Sam’s harmless. I thought it was sweet of you to ask, it was just unfortunate that it happened, you know… with a live mic. The mic’s shut off by the way.” Henry kissed the top of her head again, before twisting it and shooting a look across the way at Sam. Play nice, you fucking Amazon.

From her convenient spot of being tall as hell, Sam was able to wordlessly respond to Henry’s glance in her direction. Sam lifted a fist and pantomimed a blowjob before also pretending to gag - and not in the way that made blowjobs better. She was not going to apologize for her comment; it was funny as hell. Besides, now everyone was gonna know that the transfer student was going above and beyond. Sam was perfectly willing to file this moment in her head, right next to the other embarrassing moments that she would absolutely use to he benefit in the future.

Min-seo on the other hand was somewhat reassured by Henry’s words; it still wasn't the ideal situation to have a bunch of her peers know that she was entertaining the idea. She was just glad she didn’t also get around to the second part of the question; the crowd didn’t need to know that Min was also about to have a science experiment by way of photographing the act. It was sweet of Henry to look out for her, though, and it only solidified in Min’s mind that Henry was a good boyfriend.

”After...after speech.” And Min-seo was a good girlfriend staying committed to the course.

Henry nodded, and grinned. This was going to be an awesome night! It didn’t seem like anything could go wrong, at least not for him. Sure, other people were probably having shitty nights, but he didn’t care! Out of sight, out of mind. What was in sight, and in mind, was Min and her lips and where they were going to be, if he got this stupid ass speech out of the way. What was he even supposed to talk about?

“Well, I guess I’m gonna turn around and circlejerk about how we’re better than Hailey and Hailey’s friends. Oh and the Weekend Warrior. Guess I’ll mention the school administration too. I’m gonna get expelled… Henry said, before finally releasing Min-seo from his grasp and turning around to face the crowd, pressing the mic on button. “Okay! If I could have your attention please. Brian traded me a four piece chicken McNugget to stand up here and give you guys one of the Elite speeches. Some people dig these, other people hate them. I don’t care, but let the record show, I always come through with the clutch for my friends.” Henry’s mic was on, the show was on, and whoever was there was gonna get to hear the spiel. Whoever wasn’t? Fuck ‘em, dude.

“You may be wondering why we’ve gathered you here today. If you look to the screens behind me, where I will now project a picture of Hailey, you will see why.” Henry took his phone out and hit a button, before holding the phone out to Min. “Can you hold this, lover?” He asked, before gesturing behind himself, toward a large, LED screen, which now had a giant picture of his sister’s face.

“This is Hailey. She’s my sister. What a lot of people don’t know, though…” Henry reached out with his glove, drawing on the picture as if it were in MSPaint or something to that effect. Slowly, he added a Hitler mustache, followed by devil horns, and a trident. “Is that she is literally worse than Hitler and the devil combined. Now, Hailey has it out for us — literally everyone. You, me, Min… the girl sitting on Sam’s shoulders. Sam herself. Damian. Brian. The Weekend Warrior. Hell, she even kinda has it out for Hana — it’s just a different kinda ‘it.’ Point is, Hailey is the Omen. She ruins everyone’s lives and is generally a cunt.”

Henry paused to take a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, this is kinda uninspired. I’m on short notice here. Damian would do a much better job, because he gets what the point is, I don’t really. But, in spite of the attempts from my sister, and the Weekend Warrior to take him down, Damian just keeps getting back up. He had to leave early tonight because of relationship problems; and that’s okay. He has his priorities, and rightfully so, Joy is higher than school politics. But Damian just has one thing that he wants, and that’s for everyone to be cool with everyone.”

“Unlike Hailey, unlike the Weekend Warrior, even kinda unlike some of us standing here, Damian just wants people to hang out and be friends. It doesn’t matter where you come from, we’re all equal, y’know? Just find some homies and be friends with them. Don’t let Hailey bring you down, and don’t let the Weekend Warrior make you hate everyone, either. Just be excellent, y’know, to each other. Thank you, speech is over.”

As Henry nodded, his phone started to ring, though he didn’t see it or hear it (it was on silent), Min would at least see it. It was a facetime call from his little sister — on the phone was a picture of Cyndi’s face, along with her contact name: ‘Other Sister (NOT HAILEY).’

Meanwhile, on top of Sam’s shoulders, Kit looked down at her friend. “From the way you complained about this, I thought it would be way more over the top!”

Sam was equally disappointed and glad that the speech didn’t go into the dangerously long territory, like a monologue or something equally as upsetting. The disappointment came because at least with a longer speech it would’ve made the karaoke gambit a lot more rewarding. When the most exciting thing about the speech was the fact that Henry’s China Doll was about to get a lesson in dentistry. ”They normally are. He’s thinking with his dick, dude. Let’s hope for his sake his nut isn’t as short as his speech.” Sam visibly shuddered as she said that, having officially talked more about Henry’s dick than she ever wanted to again.

Min-seo, who had enjoyed the speech even though she didn’t follow much of it, now looked down at the phone given to her. She blinked twice before waving to Henry, in so doing her thumb accepted the call. Min was in no position to chat, especially not with Henry’s sister, it was all she could do to capture Henry’s attention again. ”You have...call!”

Unbeknownst to her, Cyndi’s face appeared on the big screen. It was 10:30 am in South Korea, and once again, she was skipping classes, but today she had a legitimate excuse! She was packing to go home and she was so, so, so excited to tell Parker and her brother! More so Parker, because she usually picked up his calls. It was around 9:30 pm, and there have been times where Parker was with Henry this late. Why? Cyndi never really knew, but her brother had a distinct friend group that always seemed to be near him, or with his phone. It was a logical assumption that Parker would be with him, right now. To her surprise, though, she saw her brother’s face, staring at her.

Oh MY god!

As she fixed her ponytail, her phone held up by Min’s books on her desk, giving a good display of Min’s bedroom, with her ducky on the bed, and Cyndi’s suitcase open (on the bed as well), the youngest Green shined with the brightest smile, “Henry! Hi, Henry!” She was in her favorite pajamas, which had Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh on it. She loved Winnie the Pooh. Mommy always gave her the best gifts. “How are things??? How’s Min liking America? Where’s Parker?” If she knew everyone would see her morning self, Cyndi wouldn’t have called her brother.

Henry stared down at the phone in his hand, wondering why Cyndi seemed so surprised to be talking to him. She’d called Henry’s phone, who the fuck did she expect to answer? Someone not named Henry!? Henry didn’t answer the questions immediately, but he spoke after a few seconds of silence, “Min digs it, I think. We’re on a date, she and me. Parker is at home, and she best be in bed since it’s like… an hour past her bedtime. She lives with us now. Don’t tell either mom. Things are aight, I’m at a party, as you can see.” Henry took the phone from her and spinned it around so his sister could see the crowd.

“See? Anyway,” Henry clicked the camera back onto just himself, “what are you callin’ for? You don’t call that often, I don’t think.” Did she? Maybe she did. The truth was, Henry often wasn’t carrying his phone around, certainly not as much as he should have; Parker usually had it. Why didn’t she have her own phone? Henry didn’t know, and to be honest, he hadn’t really thought about it…

As he stood there, his face contorted a bit into a zoned out look as he thought about Parker and her lack of a phone. That would have to be fixed. Already, Henry had gotten a text about cookies, which didn’t pertain to him because he didn’t get any cookies, and it was directed at Parker. Yeah… they’d go get one in the morning. He, Min, and Kit could go to the store and pick one up. Suddenly, he noticed the open suitcase behind Cyndi. “What’re you packing for, exactly?”

Oh dear. How embarrassing. Henry was at a party and now Cyndi was frozen, in front of the screen. Everyone was looking at her… she was not dressed to impress. No make up. No fashion forward attire. NO BRA. This was truly catastrophic. Why was Henry so chill about it? No girl liked to be exposed to this extent. At least not her! Her happy-go-lucky demeanor suddenly shifted to shyness. Her heart picked up in rate and her cheeks felt hot. Too hot. “Um, well… you see.” She couldn’t even point out that she does call him, a lot, because now she felt like this wasn’t the time to tell her brother how excited she was to go back home. To tell him that mommy figured out how to keep Min there, while bringing her back, so they could spend more time together. “I, uh.” She was choked up and her anxiety was taking over.

“HAVE A WONDERFUL NIGHT! DON’T DO TOO MANY DRUGS, BYEEEEEE.” Cyndi’s face disappeared from the screen. Oh man. Her brother probably wasn’t going to react well to that. She’ll just tell him… another time, that she was coming home.

“Man the only kinda drugs I do is too many. Knock my picture of Hailey lookin’ like Satan off the screen for that kinda shit the fuck is wrong with her? Ain’t got nothin’ important to say then just send a gotdang text. Fuckin’ first Brian gonna call a dude on the phone to say ‘hey dude, bring my ass some greasy ass MacDonald’s because that’s what I, as the son of a gotdamn trillionaire, want as my first, real, all-American meal upon returning to my home country.’ Then this shit, little sis gonna call me up like 'yooo OH SHIT BYE.' Fuckin’ weirdos, whatever, man.” Henry rolled his eyes and dropped his phone back into his pocket. “Oh, yeah. Yo, shout out to my boy Yung Steve. Ay, keep it tight, my man.”

He looked over at Min, and shrugged. “We’re done. Do you wanna go back to the room?”

Min-seo hadn’t really been focused on the conversation between Henry and Cyndi, it was a sibling matter and really all Min could focus on was the fact that she was seeing her room again. It had only been a few months but it was nostalgic and if she didn’t think she had just found a reason to stay, seeing her room might well have tipped her over to the side of going back home.

Min-s eo turned to Henry, giving him a smile that seemed to deepen when she looked at him. Instinctively, because she had seen a vision of home, she moved to wipe away something in her eye but there was nothing there. Just the tiredness, if an excuse had to be made. ”Yes. Let’s go...home.” She meant the room, of course, but for some reason she had home on the brain.

And not even necessarily Korea.

Henry held out his still gloved hand to Min, before he had a sudden reminder of something he had promised Brian he would do. Press the button. Henry pulled his hand away and made a fist, reaching out with his hand and lightly tapping the button. For a second, nothing happened, and Henry even worried that he’d hit the wrong button. Then, very suddenly, all of the LEDs on the boat’s exterior and deck shut off, bringing to a darkness — Henry frowned, now bathed solely in the light of the moon, pulling Min closer to him in an embrace meant to protect her from whatever lurked in the night.

The lights came back on, but they quickly rushed across the floor and up onto the stage, gathering underneath the glove wearer, and dancing around Henry and Min, before there was a countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2… Henry looked at Min, and winked at her. He had the vaguest inkling of what was going to happen: either the ship was about to sink itself, or Brian had fireworks set up.

In front of everyone, he seized the chance and went for it with no regard for human life, pressing his lips against hers in an undeniably passionate kiss in front of everyone. 1. Welcome, to the show. As Henry and Min kissed, there was the sound of music and fireworks going off, starting at the left and going counterclockwise around the entire boat. In the sky, they went off, exploding in large sparkles of different colors, each on a slight delay. Once the final one went off, the circle of fireworks happened again, going the other direction.

After the last one went off, Henry finally broke the kiss, only to hear one last firework go off, this one the biggest of them all. As it soared high into the air, Henry kissed her again, before it exploded high above the bay, ane he wrapped his arms around her tight, holding the kiss until the fireworks ended, and he finally broke apart. “Huh… so that’s what it does.”

Min-seo had heard the saying ‘feeling sparks’ but this was on a whole other level. Min heard the fireworks and from the corner of her eye she even saw them before she closed them, but they may as well have been a message from on high celebrating the relationship she had with Henry. Even though it wasn’t, when she would recount the details of her first kiss, this is the moment she would refer to because while it may not have been their first kiss, it was perfect in every other capacity.

”Oppa…” Min whispered as she placed her head against his side. It wasn’t Henry who was suddenly eager to return to the room, with Min pinching Henry’s shirt and thinking only of what was still to come for them tonight.

And without needing any further prompting, Henry looped his arm around Min’s waist and pulled her off of the stage and toward the room, where they could get some privacy.

Round two.



[@Univesorum] @Fabricant451
Introducing: Erika “Vileplume” Morales and Adriana “beb” Snyder
Location: Captain Cuddles
Interacting with: Each other <3




It was surprising that Captain Cuddles was so slow tonight. Not that Adriana was really complaining, it made it more peaceful for her and Erika. When she’d asked the person working the counter tonight, they’d said it probably had something to do with the party happening on the boat that night. After she thought about it, Adriana decided it totally made sense, but to her and hopefully Erika, the party didn’t matter.

Tonight was a special night for them! It was their six month anniversary, and they had made this date weeks ago. No party that was announced on a random Tuesday would get in the way of this. There had been one other party in the restaurant, Owen Lyon and his mother, but they’d left and now the volleyball queen and her stoner were alone!

Sometimes, a person would step in to pick up a to-go order, but for the most part it was just them, and endless pizza, endless seasoned curly fries, and endless cheesy bread, and a bottomless root beer float to share. Well… it wasn’t all really endless or bottomless, but Adriana had a tab her parents paid for and she didn’t mind charging to it for a date so important.

She took a sip from one of the straws hanging in their root beer, and smiled at Erika, reaching underneath the table to grab her knee. “I got you a gift! Wanna open it?”

Captain Cuddles never really seemed like a place that would hold much significance for Erika apart from being the place that has the best double cheese in the area, but then before she met Adriana the whole notion of going to places for reasons other than cheap food and servers who didn’t mind the faint smell of weed was baffling. Captain Cuddles was the ideal spot for a sixth month anniversary for the simple fact that it had been the spot of their very first date. Erika had suggested they go to a burger joint but it was closed at the time for renovations and rather than sulk into a depression because the supposed ”perfect first date that I totally, like, planned out and stuff” hadn’t worked out at the very first stop, they opted to go a few blocks over to Captain Cuddles.

Clearly it had been the right move, since here they were, six months later.

Erika was glad that it was uncharacteristically empty tonight, it made the occasion feel more personal and private. Erika couldn’t exactly afford to take Adriana to a five star restaurant like Kumiho or whatever even though she totally deserved it so an empty Captain Cuddles and a constant stream of root beer and double cheese was a fair compromise. Erika sat across from Adriana and was deep into a slice of pizza, a glob of stringy cheese sitting atop the slice like it was a cherry on a sundae, when her attention was brought back to Adriana.

”Ah go’yu wanto.” Erika responded with a mouthful of pizza, speaking quickly right before she covered her mouth in stark realization and then promptly swallowed the piece she had been chewing while reaching for a napkin to wipe the little grease from her fingers. ”I got you one too. I was worried it wouldn’t get here in time.” Erika, with a freshly wiped hand, reached under the table to hold Adriana’s hand, running her thumb over each knuckle before locking hands together.

Adriana giggled as Erika spoke with her mouthful, taking her free hand and tapping Erika’s nose, “your mother says I’m supposed to tell you not to talk with your mouth full, Vileplume.” She teased, before her face erupted in a smile. Yay! Erika had gotten her a gift. That was good, it was a very positive thing. Adriana had been a little worried that Erika might have forgotten the significance of the evening due to a hazy, weed soaked mind. Now, she wasn’t the type of girl to get upset if something like an anniversary was missed by her SO, but she didn’t want Erika to feel outclassed or like she wasn’t good at this, because she’d forgotten a gift.

Luckily, that wasn’t the case! There would be no feeling bad, and Adriana got a gift. A truly win-win situation. “That’s great! I can’t wait to see what you got me. But first! Here, open this.” She reached a hand down into her bag and withdrew a package. Admittedly, it wasn’t a very large box, but it was the thought that counted, right? Waiting inside for her lover, was one of the Zippo lighters you could flick the cap open and closed on. Adriana had remembered Erika mentioning she wanted to do that, but couldn’t because she didn’t have the equipment. The anniversary present had been picked out right then and there. The light was black, and had an engraving on it, that said ‘Flame on, Vileplume’ on the cap, and then the date on one of the sides.

Vileplume. The first time Erika was called that she was quite high and assumed Adriana had sneezed or something. It still took a few times for Erika to understand the nickname but once she did she kind of like it. Like really liked it. It sounded both badass and cute which is what Erika thought of Adriana ever since that day at the beach six months ago. Vileplume was at least more immediately affectionate than ‘Teeny Kini’ which is what she used to wave at Adriana before first asking her out. She’d since settled on ‘Shorts’ for obvious reasons as well as ‘Ana’ because it was a cuter shorthand than Adri. Or Rana.

Erika gave the package a little shake before opening it; upon doing so she could only gasp as she lifted the lighter out of the package like it was the Holy Grail. It was a Zippo! With the cool cap that made the iconic ‘click’ sound when it was flicked open. Moreover it had her nickname on it, and it meant she didn’t have to use cheap gas station Bics and get judgy looks from the clerk there as if the burrito stuffing worker had any room to judge life choices. It was the perfect gift and Erika was willing to risk getting her hair cheesy and greasy as she leaned across the table to give Adriana a kiss in thanks.

”You’re the best, beb.” Erika had pronounced ‘babe’ as ‘beb’ for at least as long as she had been going out with Adriana. ”Plus I’ll always have it with me so it’s, like, I’ll always have you with me.” That was almost as cheesy as the pizza. Erika pulled back and reached into the bag she brought with her and pulled out a package that was wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper. It was a bit bigger than Erika’s present had been and under the wrapping paper was an item fresh from an online import shop: a model figurine of Usagi Tsukino, otherwise known as Sailor Moon.

”Thank god for fast shopping.”

Adriana unwrapped the gift, and when she saw it was, her eyes lit up. “This is the last one! How’d you know? How’d you find it?” Now her collection would finally be complete, once she got it on the shelf. She’d have to take a picture, and post it on r/SailorMoon thanking her girlfriend publically. “The perfect gift, I don’t know how you know me so well, but damn, girl.” It was Adriana’s turn to lean across the table and take a kiss, pulling her hair back so it was out of the way and out of danger as far as the greasy cheese went.

“I love it, and I love you. Which brings me to my next point,” Adriana straightened back up, leaning back into her chair. She grabbed a curly fry, and looked up at the ceiling. Man, how could she be so nervous? She and Erika’s relationship wasn’t exactly picture-esque, or even what the normal person would think of when you asked them ‘what’s your dream relationship?’ But if you asked Adriana, their relationship was perfect all the same. She couldn’t help being a bit nervous, though, parents were a big deal.

“What do you think about coming to my house, like… Friday or Saturday night for dinner? To meet my parents.”

Erika had had to dip into the money she saved from her part time jobs (what she didn’t use for weed, obviously) with a little bit of a boost from her Christmas money to be able to afford both the model and the shipping, but seeing Adriana light up and having the taste of root beer on her lips as they kissed had made it all worth it. Six months ago when Erika had been hopped up on herb and courage and asked Adriana on a date she was prepared to get rejected. After all, Erika kind of had nothing going for her other than an interest in getting high and playing bass and Adriana was...well...she was the captain of the volleyball team and was like a humanitarian and got really good grades. Erika wouldn’t have been surprised if she was turned down. She was damn near counting on it.

And how they were eating pizza and having a six month anniversary and holding hands under the table and dropping the L word and how the hell did Erika get so lucky? ”No bullshit, I refreshed the page like every minute on the day they were restocking just to get it. And even then I almost didn’t make it. Good thing I had my information memorized. I knew you’d love it, because I know you and you always talk about how you were missing one and so, like, I got it for you. Because I love you and you deserve it and I dunno what I did to deserve you but whatever it was it was worth it.”

Erika didn’t ramble often and she tried not to do it since it made her sound stupid in her own ears. Fortunately Adriana was there to bring forth silence and a blank, blinking stare from Erika. When it came to hanging out at homes, Erika’s was pretty much the staple given the fact that Erika’s mom really liked Adriana. “A good influence, hija” were the exact words spoken to Erika. So long as Erika wasn’t getting high and that they kept the door unlocked, Adriana was welcome whenever. But Adriana’s house? Erika hadn’t been. This was a pretty big step.

”Is it cool with your mom and dad? I mean, did you tell them I don’t eat fish? I mean I will if that’s what they make if they’re like episcopalian or something. I’ll go. Totally. Do I need to, like, wear a dress and be formal and shit?”

“Oh, yeah it’s totally fine with my parents. That’s okay, Dad doesn’t really like fish, either, so don’t worry about it. A… dress? No, you can come however you want! It’s just… my home life is kinda weird, like, my parents’s relationship is kinda... special? Look, I’m just gonna come out and say it, just drop the bomb now so you don’t get hit by it when we get there. The thing is, there’s my mom and there’s my dad, but then there’s also my dad’s other girlfriend, so there’s two girlfriends and one dad. I don’t think any of them are married, but I dunno. He calls them his wives, anyway. So I have a younger brother and sister and a brother that’s the same age as me, but the brother my age and the younger brother are my half-siblings… It’s so confusing and weird!”

She let out a long breath and took a drink from the root beer, shaking her head. “It’s embarrassing, Vileplume. I just didn’t you to think I’m weirrrrrddddd…” She said in a whiny tone, as a light, rosy tone came to her cheeks.

Erika heard what Adriana said but she processed only about half of it, and that was being generous. She had a mom and a dad, that much she understood, but the stuff about girlfriends and half siblings and whatever she was not nearly baked enough to comprehend it all. Or she wasn’t not baked enough, whatever the term for it was. She figured she’d understand more when she came over for dinner and not a minute before hand. Erika wasn’t worried; if Adriana’s parents were half as cool as Adriana was then it would be fine.

Still, Erika took the moment to gently squeeze Adriana’s hand. She might have been a fan of smoking pot but she still knew enough to make her girlfriend feel better, even though the whine was utterly cute. ”You’re going out with me, beb. You’re already kind of weird. But in a good way. Like in the way that like...I dunno, you’re the good kind of weird. The kind that I like being around.” It was hardly her best motivational speech but it was the thought that count, and Erika thought the world of Adriana.

Adriana had to admit, Erika had a way to calm her down. Maybe it was just part of being in love, but when Erika said she liked being around her, it warmed her heart and brought her down from her little freak out. “Thank you.” Six months now, it was a big deal for them. It was a big deal for BHHS as a whole, as far as Adriana knew. The longest lasting relationship, as far as she knew, was Owen Lyon and Trixie Kinglsey, but they had imploded recently, leaving Erika and Adriana as the holders of that particular record.

And this was a milestone! Aside from being together for six months, Erika had agreed to go to her house and meet her parents. That was a little intimidating, but now that Adriana had explained the situation of her parents’s lifestyle choices, she was certain things would go well. Her parents were fine, although her father could be a bit embarrassing… but she had a feeling her Vileplume would actually love that.

“I’m full. So why don’t we go back to your house and finish off our anniversary the right way? It is a late start tomorrow, you know. We have a loooooot of time.”

”That sounds awesome. I’ll get them to put the pizza in a take home bo-ohhhhhh. You mean sex don’t you?” Erika took a bit longer to process things than most but she figured it was part of her charm. ”I think my mom’s got an audition or something so we might not even have to keep it down.” Erika was all smiles as she stood up from her chair, holding her hand out for Adriana while having every intention of walking out not hand in hand, but with her arm draped lovingly around her girlfriend’s shoulder.

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