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The continuation of Savannah Matthews and Trevor Wells’ first date…
A @melissahart and @Silent Observer Collab
Location: Trevor’s Jeep ----> Helmsley Yacht
Mentions: Josie Erickson @Kitty
“And then she looks at me and my cowboy boots and goes- sweetie, this is Beverly Hills… the only Rodeo here is Rodeo Drive!”
Sav could get used to this.
With the windows of the Jeep rolled down, her red curly mane flowed freely in the breeze and her voice echoed out into the streets of Beverly Hills so clearly that everyone could hear how much fun she was having. Sitting on the passenger’s side next to Trevor and laughing until her stomach hurt felt right. Something about the moment felt incredibly authentic and real, and it wasn’t something she expected to get out of moving to a city where the homes were the size of castles, and the median income was higher than the average home mortgage.
The two gingers had a wonderful evening so far, filled with endless toppings and an ongoing conversation than never dulled once. In fact, they sat and talked at Creamistry for so long that if Josie hadn’t texted Sav to remind her the boat left at 8:45, they would have missed the party entirely. The female redhead looked over at her date and admired his profile as he focused on the road. Although she’d been looking at him all night, her eyes never got tired of memorizing the strong features on his face and gazing at his smile. “So yeah, you could say my first week here was definitely interesting.”
Trevor had one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the ledge of his open window. The sun had set a few moments ago and the temperature was dropping. He occasionally stole glances over at Savannah, when he wasn’t focused on maneuvering around traffic, and checked to make sure that she wasn’t getting too cold. The wind had pulled apart some of her perfectly coiffed curls, but Trev thought she looked even more beautiful this way. Windswept and naturally sexy. He grinned at her words, agreeing with the sentiment. Trevor might have been only seven when he moved here, but that first week was certainly an interesting one. “Absolutely. California might be a new state, but LA is like an entirely different world. Sometimes the things that happen here still surprise me.”
“Oh definitely, I mean, who throws a party on a yacht on a Tuesday night? Only in LA...” Savannah mused with another laugh escaping her lips. For some reason she felt all giggly and blushy, but she knew it was because she was on this date that she couldn’t wait to tell Josie about when they arrived at the party. “Speaking of the party, what’s it going to be like anyway? And who are these people throwing it?” She asked, giving Trev a quizzical look. Sav was a fish out of water, and was one of the few people who had no clue who the Helmsley’s were. All she knew was that they showed up today after disappearing for six months, and it was causing quite the commotion at school.
“Wait, really?” Trevor’s eyes widened at that question. Who were the Helmsley’s? They were practically a household name around the area. He could see how she might not have met them yet, but surely she’s at least heard of them. “The Helmsley’s? They’re one of the richest families around. Crazy wealthy, they own the Olympus Tower up in Mountain View. Oh man, if you thought your first week here was crazy, wait until you meet this family. Brian’s a good dude though, one of my best friends, and also one of the Helmsley three — they’re triplets: Becca, Bailey, and Brian. They have a heck of a lot more siblings too.”
Sav shrugged, “My dad has mentioned the name before, and maybe I’ve heard it in school a few times but I guess I just haven’t needed a reason to ask about them until now…” She explained a little bashfully. After hearing Trevor’s explanation, she felt slightly stupid for not knowing who they were beforehand. It seemed like they were the family that everyone knew about, well, except for her. “Sounds like tonight will be culture shock to the max.” Sav exhaled and looked at Trev with a smirk.
“A little bit, it certainly was for me when I first met ‘em.” Trevor smiled and laughed lightly. He turned the Jeep into the parking lot near the pier. There were a few other boats docked there, but the Helmsley’s yacht dwarfed them by a fair amount. Trev rolled up the windows and killed the engine before looking over to her, smiling wide. “You’ll be okay though, try to just enjoy all of the free luxury stuff, that’s what I do. If it gets to be too much, I know where some of the quieter spaces are on the boat and we can just chill in one of those spots if you need to.” It didn’t cross his mind that that could be taken as a very forward statement, as he did not mean for it to imply anything other than peaceful option if the party was too overwhelming. Trevor had nothing but good intentions for the evening.
Savannah tried to prevent her mouth from dropping as they arrived at the pier but it was kind of hard to — the yacht was massive! She turned back to face Trevor, but she did so at the same moment he looked over to her, so their faces were a mere few inches apart. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and her eyes darted down almost immediately. She reflected on his words, especially when he said that they didn’t have to stay in the party area if it was too much for her to handle. He was so sweet, strawberry ice cream kind of sweet, and incredibly thoughtful. “Alright, I’ll definitely let you know if I get overwhelmed.” The reality was, she was already a tad overwhelmed, but she didn’t tell him that. Stepping out of the car, she marveled at the yacht once more. She felt like an ant standing next to it!
Trevor hopped down from the driver’s side and made his way around to Savannah. They had been out together for hours at this point, and he was finally feeling more comfortable than he had been in the past with her. Savvy was soft, and sweeter than honey. The more time that he spent with her, the more he realized that his anxieties were foolish. Talking to girls might seem intimidating, but Savannah was the furthest thing from that word as possible. That said, he finally felt bold enough to take her hand as they walked up to the Helmsley’s boat. Fingers laced, even. Trev spotted the two men with some kind of electronic devices in their hands at the entrance to the yacht and thought it best to prep Savannah as they stood in line on the ramp to get in. “So, there are going to be security guards up there. Don’t be scared, that’s totally normal for the Helmsley’s. Even their family barbeques have security… I don’t know why. Must be because of their business?”
The moment he took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers, Sav’s little southern heart skipped a beat. It took her a few seconds to come back down to earth after being skyrocketed to cloud nine, but once she regained her composure, she smiled at him and replied. “All good — a little strange, but all good.” Once they arrived at the front of the line, Sav reluctantly removed her hand from Trevor’s and took the tablet that was thrust at her and signed her life away. As she waited for Trevor to sign, she looked up at the menacing security guards and tried not to cower in their presence. The Helmsley’s knew how to intimidate people, that was for sure.
After scrawling out his initials, and greeting the security guards by name, he returned his hand to Savannah. His eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces. He knew most of his classmates, of course, but he was looking to see if he could pick out his closest peers. Brian, Damian, Justin, or his brothers, Rye or JD. He didn’t see anyone, just a whole lot of dancing bodies in various states of dress and undress. Okay then, that was that. “Where to first, would you like to get a drink?”
The female redhead smirked as they walked away from the security guards. “Well aren’t you Mr. Popular, knowing them by name.” She teased, nudging him playfully. As she stood with Trevor and gazed at the crowd, she exhaled audibly. This was so much more than the New Year’s Party. A million times more. Taking it all in at her own pace, she looked up at Trev, realizing he asked her a question against the loud music. “Yeah, maybe a drink would be nice—” She started to say, but realized that she just assumed that Trevor would be drinking. What if he wasn’t? She didn’t want to be inconsiderate, so she quickly added to her statement. “—but if you’re not going to drink, I don’t want to.”
“Popular? Hah, a little bit, but I know them more because of family than for school stuff. My dads get invited to Helmsley’s events sometimes, they go way back with the triple B’s parents since before they even moved here.” The music was hard to talk over, but Trevor did his best to be heard without shouting his explanation. When Savvy agreed to drinks and then immediately offered to not drink, Trev chuckled. “Nah, a little something to loosen up might be nice. I’m not going to go as hard as New Years, though…” Trevor reflected on that monster of a hangover with a cringe. “Yikes…” He laughed again. “Plus it’s a school night, so I wouldn’t want to get too crazy.”
The pair made their way over to the bar, which was crowded. Trev checked his watch and realized it was about time for the boat to actually set off. Everyone was probably getting their drinks in anticipation. Or perhaps it was just that the boat was actually that packed. On a Tuesday night, no less. When they finally got the bartender’s attention, Trevor ordered his drink of choice for the night, a good Irish stout. “I’ll take a bottle of Murphy’s, thanks.” Trev looked over to Savvy with a light smile, “And what would you like?”
“Alright, drinks it is then.” Sav walked with him to the bar, thankful her hand was still grasped in his so she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd of people. She thought not as many people would be ballsy enough to go out on a school night, but then again, for a lot of her peers, this was their second semester of Senior year, Trevor included. All the hard work was out of the way — for them at least, not for her. She still somehow had to pass Calculus!
Deciding not to go for any hard liquor, since that would probably cause her to get more tipsy then she would like, she settled on a hard cider. “Could I get an Angry Orchard, please? Thanks.” As she waited for the drink, she let her eyes drift over to the dance floor, where she saw a few familiar faces, Josie included. Man, she couldn’t wait to tell her how the date had been going so far! Turning back to Trevor she smiled. “There are so many people here! Way more than I thought.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of remarkable given that it was just planned this morning, I’m pretty sure. Word travels fast when it comes to the Helmsley’s, I guess.” Trevor mused and sipped at his beer. It was cold, refreshing, and all around delightful. He nervously flicked his eyes to the dancefloor a few times in his glances around the boat’s deck. Was she a dancer? Part of him hoped not, because he had two left feet. But… a part of him also would love to dance with her too. He was caught somewhere in between. That subject could be brought up later, maybe. His eyes caught sight of a little cushioned bench that would be nice to sit on and talk until they saw some familiar faces to chat with. “You think JoJo made it?” He asked, briefly recalling the embarrassing send-off Josephine had given them before their ice cream date, and wincing internally.
Sav sipped her drink and gazed around at all of the drunk people having a blast on the dance floor. Usually Josie would be dragging her out there with her, and they would have a great time, but the redhead much preferred chatting and enjoying the atmosphere rather than being at the center of it. That being said, she much preferred enjoying the party with the guy next to her. “Take a lucky guess where she is…” Sav laughed, as they both knew that Josie enjoyed having as much fun as possible. Also she never got embarrassed, hence her love of embarrassing others. She motioned to their friend breaking it down with Olivia. “Front and center, not surprising in the slightest.” Savvy laughed, taking another sip of her drink.
Trevor’s eyes followed her gaze towards the dancefloor and he chuckled. “Nope, not at all.” Trev grinned and took another swig from the amber bottle he held. “Do you think she’ll come grill us if she sees us?” He asked jokingly. Sort of… That was actually a legitimate concern as much as it was humorous.
Sav knew that Josie would grill them. “Unfortunately, yes. She’ll never pass up an opportunity to make me turn into a walking tomato.” It was a fact of life — the sky was blue, the grass was green, and Josie always needed to know what was going on. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it’s not what she needed at this moment. The solution? Prolong the conversation for as long as possible! And they would do that by... “We should probably hide while we still can. We don’t want another photo taking incident, do we?”
“Oh wow, no, probably not.” Trevor grimaced. Selfies were normal among teenagers. Selfies with other people, particularly significant others, were also normal. Helicopter friends trying to take pictures of you with your — could they be considered significant others yet? — either way, that was definitely not normal. People would stare, It’d be awkward. “How about we go sit over there?” Trev nodded his head towards the bench he noticed earlier. It was far enough away from the dancefloor that they might stay out of sight, but they could still enjoy the party atmosphere.
“Sounds perfect to me.” With no fear or hesitation, Sav lightly took Trev’s free hand in hers, interlacing their fingers the same way he did a few minutes ago. She looked back up at him with a gentle smile. “Let’s go.”
Trevor’s heart jumped in his chest when she took his hand. They’d already held hands, of course, which was monumental in Trevor’s world. But now it was Savannah that had initiated it, and that was… that was everything. Trev couldn’t help the stupid grin that broke out on his face as they walked, hand-in-hand, towards the bench where they could sit and look out towards the ocean. Maybe, if Trevor was feeling particularly brave, he’d put his arm around her while they sat.
Sav could get used to this.
With the windows of the Jeep rolled down, her red curly mane flowed freely in the breeze and her voice echoed out into the streets of Beverly Hills so clearly that everyone could hear how much fun she was having. Sitting on the passenger’s side next to Trevor and laughing until her stomach hurt felt right. Something about the moment felt incredibly authentic and real, and it wasn’t something she expected to get out of moving to a city where the homes were the size of castles, and the median income was higher than the average home mortgage.
The two gingers had a wonderful evening so far, filled with endless toppings and an ongoing conversation than never dulled once. In fact, they sat and talked at Creamistry for so long that if Josie hadn’t texted Sav to remind her the boat left at 8:45, they would have missed the party entirely. The female redhead looked over at her date and admired his profile as he focused on the road. Although she’d been looking at him all night, her eyes never got tired of memorizing the strong features on his face and gazing at his smile. “So yeah, you could say my first week here was definitely interesting.”
Trevor had one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the ledge of his open window. The sun had set a few moments ago and the temperature was dropping. He occasionally stole glances over at Savannah, when he wasn’t focused on maneuvering around traffic, and checked to make sure that she wasn’t getting too cold. The wind had pulled apart some of her perfectly coiffed curls, but Trev thought she looked even more beautiful this way. Windswept and naturally sexy. He grinned at her words, agreeing with the sentiment. Trevor might have been only seven when he moved here, but that first week was certainly an interesting one. “Absolutely. California might be a new state, but LA is like an entirely different world. Sometimes the things that happen here still surprise me.”
“Oh definitely, I mean, who throws a party on a yacht on a Tuesday night? Only in LA...” Savannah mused with another laugh escaping her lips. For some reason she felt all giggly and blushy, but she knew it was because she was on this date that she couldn’t wait to tell Josie about when they arrived at the party. “Speaking of the party, what’s it going to be like anyway? And who are these people throwing it?” She asked, giving Trev a quizzical look. Sav was a fish out of water, and was one of the few people who had no clue who the Helmsley’s were. All she knew was that they showed up today after disappearing for six months, and it was causing quite the commotion at school.
“Wait, really?” Trevor’s eyes widened at that question. Who were the Helmsley’s? They were practically a household name around the area. He could see how she might not have met them yet, but surely she’s at least heard of them. “The Helmsley’s? They’re one of the richest families around. Crazy wealthy, they own the Olympus Tower up in Mountain View. Oh man, if you thought your first week here was crazy, wait until you meet this family. Brian’s a good dude though, one of my best friends, and also one of the Helmsley three — they’re triplets: Becca, Bailey, and Brian. They have a heck of a lot more siblings too.”
Sav shrugged, “My dad has mentioned the name before, and maybe I’ve heard it in school a few times but I guess I just haven’t needed a reason to ask about them until now…” She explained a little bashfully. After hearing Trevor’s explanation, she felt slightly stupid for not knowing who they were beforehand. It seemed like they were the family that everyone knew about, well, except for her. “Sounds like tonight will be culture shock to the max.” Sav exhaled and looked at Trev with a smirk.
“A little bit, it certainly was for me when I first met ‘em.” Trevor smiled and laughed lightly. He turned the Jeep into the parking lot near the pier. There were a few other boats docked there, but the Helmsley’s yacht dwarfed them by a fair amount. Trev rolled up the windows and killed the engine before looking over to her, smiling wide. “You’ll be okay though, try to just enjoy all of the free luxury stuff, that’s what I do. If it gets to be too much, I know where some of the quieter spaces are on the boat and we can just chill in one of those spots if you need to.” It didn’t cross his mind that that could be taken as a very forward statement, as he did not mean for it to imply anything other than peaceful option if the party was too overwhelming. Trevor had nothing but good intentions for the evening.
Savannah tried to prevent her mouth from dropping as they arrived at the pier but it was kind of hard to — the yacht was massive! She turned back to face Trevor, but she did so at the same moment he looked over to her, so their faces were a mere few inches apart. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and her eyes darted down almost immediately. She reflected on his words, especially when he said that they didn’t have to stay in the party area if it was too much for her to handle. He was so sweet, strawberry ice cream kind of sweet, and incredibly thoughtful. “Alright, I’ll definitely let you know if I get overwhelmed.” The reality was, she was already a tad overwhelmed, but she didn’t tell him that. Stepping out of the car, she marveled at the yacht once more. She felt like an ant standing next to it!
Trevor hopped down from the driver’s side and made his way around to Savannah. They had been out together for hours at this point, and he was finally feeling more comfortable than he had been in the past with her. Savvy was soft, and sweeter than honey. The more time that he spent with her, the more he realized that his anxieties were foolish. Talking to girls might seem intimidating, but Savannah was the furthest thing from that word as possible. That said, he finally felt bold enough to take her hand as they walked up to the Helmsley’s boat. Fingers laced, even. Trev spotted the two men with some kind of electronic devices in their hands at the entrance to the yacht and thought it best to prep Savannah as they stood in line on the ramp to get in. “So, there are going to be security guards up there. Don’t be scared, that’s totally normal for the Helmsley’s. Even their family barbeques have security… I don’t know why. Must be because of their business?”
The moment he took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers, Sav’s little southern heart skipped a beat. It took her a few seconds to come back down to earth after being skyrocketed to cloud nine, but once she regained her composure, she smiled at him and replied. “All good — a little strange, but all good.” Once they arrived at the front of the line, Sav reluctantly removed her hand from Trevor’s and took the tablet that was thrust at her and signed her life away. As she waited for Trevor to sign, she looked up at the menacing security guards and tried not to cower in their presence. The Helmsley’s knew how to intimidate people, that was for sure.
After scrawling out his initials, and greeting the security guards by name, he returned his hand to Savannah. His eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces. He knew most of his classmates, of course, but he was looking to see if he could pick out his closest peers. Brian, Damian, Justin, or his brothers, Rye or JD. He didn’t see anyone, just a whole lot of dancing bodies in various states of dress and undress. Okay then, that was that. “Where to first, would you like to get a drink?”
The female redhead smirked as they walked away from the security guards. “Well aren’t you Mr. Popular, knowing them by name.” She teased, nudging him playfully. As she stood with Trevor and gazed at the crowd, she exhaled audibly. This was so much more than the New Year’s Party. A million times more. Taking it all in at her own pace, she looked up at Trev, realizing he asked her a question against the loud music. “Yeah, maybe a drink would be nice—” She started to say, but realized that she just assumed that Trevor would be drinking. What if he wasn’t? She didn’t want to be inconsiderate, so she quickly added to her statement. “—but if you’re not going to drink, I don’t want to.”
“Popular? Hah, a little bit, but I know them more because of family than for school stuff. My dads get invited to Helmsley’s events sometimes, they go way back with the triple B’s parents since before they even moved here.” The music was hard to talk over, but Trevor did his best to be heard without shouting his explanation. When Savvy agreed to drinks and then immediately offered to not drink, Trev chuckled. “Nah, a little something to loosen up might be nice. I’m not going to go as hard as New Years, though…” Trevor reflected on that monster of a hangover with a cringe. “Yikes…” He laughed again. “Plus it’s a school night, so I wouldn’t want to get too crazy.”
The pair made their way over to the bar, which was crowded. Trev checked his watch and realized it was about time for the boat to actually set off. Everyone was probably getting their drinks in anticipation. Or perhaps it was just that the boat was actually that packed. On a Tuesday night, no less. When they finally got the bartender’s attention, Trevor ordered his drink of choice for the night, a good Irish stout. “I’ll take a bottle of Murphy’s, thanks.” Trev looked over to Savvy with a light smile, “And what would you like?”
“Alright, drinks it is then.” Sav walked with him to the bar, thankful her hand was still grasped in his so she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd of people. She thought not as many people would be ballsy enough to go out on a school night, but then again, for a lot of her peers, this was their second semester of Senior year, Trevor included. All the hard work was out of the way — for them at least, not for her. She still somehow had to pass Calculus!
Deciding not to go for any hard liquor, since that would probably cause her to get more tipsy then she would like, she settled on a hard cider. “Could I get an Angry Orchard, please? Thanks.” As she waited for the drink, she let her eyes drift over to the dance floor, where she saw a few familiar faces, Josie included. Man, she couldn’t wait to tell her how the date had been going so far! Turning back to Trevor she smiled. “There are so many people here! Way more than I thought.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of remarkable given that it was just planned this morning, I’m pretty sure. Word travels fast when it comes to the Helmsley’s, I guess.” Trevor mused and sipped at his beer. It was cold, refreshing, and all around delightful. He nervously flicked his eyes to the dancefloor a few times in his glances around the boat’s deck. Was she a dancer? Part of him hoped not, because he had two left feet. But… a part of him also would love to dance with her too. He was caught somewhere in between. That subject could be brought up later, maybe. His eyes caught sight of a little cushioned bench that would be nice to sit on and talk until they saw some familiar faces to chat with. “You think JoJo made it?” He asked, briefly recalling the embarrassing send-off Josephine had given them before their ice cream date, and wincing internally.
Sav sipped her drink and gazed around at all of the drunk people having a blast on the dance floor. Usually Josie would be dragging her out there with her, and they would have a great time, but the redhead much preferred chatting and enjoying the atmosphere rather than being at the center of it. That being said, she much preferred enjoying the party with the guy next to her. “Take a lucky guess where she is…” Sav laughed, as they both knew that Josie enjoyed having as much fun as possible. Also she never got embarrassed, hence her love of embarrassing others. She motioned to their friend breaking it down with Olivia. “Front and center, not surprising in the slightest.” Savvy laughed, taking another sip of her drink.
Trevor’s eyes followed her gaze towards the dancefloor and he chuckled. “Nope, not at all.” Trev grinned and took another swig from the amber bottle he held. “Do you think she’ll come grill us if she sees us?” He asked jokingly. Sort of… That was actually a legitimate concern as much as it was humorous.
Sav knew that Josie would grill them. “Unfortunately, yes. She’ll never pass up an opportunity to make me turn into a walking tomato.” It was a fact of life — the sky was blue, the grass was green, and Josie always needed to know what was going on. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it’s not what she needed at this moment. The solution? Prolong the conversation for as long as possible! And they would do that by... “We should probably hide while we still can. We don’t want another photo taking incident, do we?”
“Oh wow, no, probably not.” Trevor grimaced. Selfies were normal among teenagers. Selfies with other people, particularly significant others, were also normal. Helicopter friends trying to take pictures of you with your — could they be considered significant others yet? — either way, that was definitely not normal. People would stare, It’d be awkward. “How about we go sit over there?” Trev nodded his head towards the bench he noticed earlier. It was far enough away from the dancefloor that they might stay out of sight, but they could still enjoy the party atmosphere.
“Sounds perfect to me.” With no fear or hesitation, Sav lightly took Trev’s free hand in hers, interlacing their fingers the same way he did a few minutes ago. She looked back up at him with a gentle smile. “Let’s go.”
Trevor’s heart jumped in his chest when she took his hand. They’d already held hands, of course, which was monumental in Trevor’s world. But now it was Savannah that had initiated it, and that was… that was everything. Trev couldn’t help the stupid grin that broke out on his face as they walked, hand-in-hand, towards the bench where they could sit and look out towards the ocean. Maybe, if Trevor was feeling particularly brave, he’d put his arm around her while they sat.
Brynn Payne and Sean Sterling
Location: The Dance Floor
Featuring: Remember this guy?
Mentions: The less attractive Sterling @Silent Observer
Collab with @Universorum
Sean sighted Brynn only a few seconds after he split away from his sister, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was strange to him — someone that wasn’t family making him smile, but here he was. As she came closer to him, he smiled more as he saw how she was dressed. As beautiful as ever. Sean wasn’t quite as well dressed as she was; he never tried that hard, but he was happy to see her. Once they’d cleared the gap between each other, Sean reached out without a word, and put a hand on her lower back. He pulled her closer, into his arms, before he pressed a kiss against her lips.
He let it linger, before he broke away, smiling down at the girl. “Hey, Brynn… What’s up?”
Brynn leaned into Sean, deepening the kiss, but not too much. Taking a good look at him, she smirked, knowing that now he was here, things would be oh so much better. “Glad you could make it.” She replied, taking another sip of her drink, the alcohol beginning to take its effect ever so slightly. Brynn looked around at the events occurring around her and then turned back to him. “You know the last time I was at a party like this, I met this really hot guy who took me dancing, but I haven’t seen him since. Would you possibly know where I could find him?”
“On the dance floor.” Sean said, hooking an arm around Brynn’s waist as he moved around to be beside her. He eyed the drink in her hand, and kissed her on the cheek, “finish that, so we can go dance.” Sean said, pushing her gently toward the dance floor. He wasn’t sure what his plan for the party was, but hey. He was trapped on a boat now, the only way out was an icy trip through the pacific ocean back to the dock. And he wasn’t really interested in getting his car wet.
“Let’s make it a special night.” Sean said to Brynn, leaning close to speak softly into her ear. He gave her a grin, and again tugged her toward the dance floor. Did Sean have a plan for this night? Not really, but he figured it might be fun; especially since this time he didn’t have to focus on keeping Owen from killing Marshall.
Sean didn’t have to tell Brynn twice to finish her drink quickly. When a hot boy tells you that he wants to dance with you- you listen. With ease, the remaining alcohol vanished into her system, leaving an empty glass and drunker brunette behind. With a giggle, she put the cup on one of the side tables where people had thrown their empty drinks and followed the blonde’s lead to the dance floor. She tripped over herself slightly, and laughed at her own clumsiness. “May have finished that one too fast- oh well.” Brynn leaned into Sean and smirked, “So what changed your mind about coming tonight? I thought you didn’t want to.”
“I changed my mind. I don’t like parties, but I guess it’s time to change — if I don’t force myself to do new things, then I’ll never be a better person. That, and you and Selena both guilt tripped me, so I felt I didn’t have much of a choice.” Sean explained, glancing over at her. “Are you going to be able to dance? You did almost fall on your face, after all.” Sean commented, taking a quick note of how drunk she was.
“Maybe we should jump in the ocean. Might sober you up some.”
Brynn smirked devilishly. “Then I guess my persuasion definitely worked.” She replied, referring to the lovely little photos she sent earlier in the evening. “Surprised your sister out of all people guilted you into coming- I thought she’d use every excuse in the book to prevent you from seeing me.” In regards to her drunken state, she laughed, “Of course I’ll be able to dance, I’ve got this.” Brynn pulled Sean even closer to her, “Maybe we can go for a dip later. Right now though I want to see those dance moves.”
“Dance moves? You flatter me — I got nothing.” Sean teased, kissing her on the lips as he pulled her onto the dance floor. “Especially, in this kind of scene. I’m more of an intimate dancer. You know, like ballroom and stuff? If we’re gonna bump and grind, you’re gonna have to walk me through it.” He explained, giving an apologetic smile.
Oh Brynn would walk him through it alright. She smirked as she pulled him closer to her (if that was even possible at this point), wrapping her arms around his shoulders and beginning to rotate her hips in a way that was definitely not ballroom dancing style. A drunk giggle escaped her lips as she tried to gauge a reaction from Sean as she continued to dance not just with him but on him. The alcohol only made her move easier, and Brynn was definitely enjoying herself.
But the enjoyment only lasted so long as she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone walking towards the two of them. She couldn’t tell who it was until he grew closer, but it clicked as soon as he was nearly breathing down her neck. Tom Michaelson, the kid who she humiliated in the supply closet this morning. Oh no, here comes trouble.
“So what, you can nearly dry hump this kid right now in front of everyone, but you can’t do the dirty with me this morning? God, you really know how to put on a show, don’t you.” He spat, intoxication seeping from his pores. He turned to Sean. “Don’t do it man, she’s not worth your time. Fucking slut.”
Sean frowned at the newcomer, who was bringing a very sudden damper on his night. He wasn’t sure he liked dancing like this — in front of a bunch of people, anyway. He definitely enjoyed it, but then it very suddenly came to an end. Sean gently pushed on the drunk boy, to create a bit more space between him and Sean’s girlfriend, before Sean attempted diplomacy, as he always did. If you can avoid a fight, avoid it.
“Thank you for the tip, but I’ll be fine. Why don’t you keep it down? We don’t need to make a scene.” Cool your jets, boy.
The drunk girl pursed her lips. This was a typical sport douchebag move- calling her out in front of her new man. For not putting out, of all things! She rolled her eyes and advanced one step towards Tom, a challenging look in her eye. “Excuse me, but I am worth his time, you are definitely not worth mine. Get the hell out of my face before I make you.” She spoke menacingly, something she wouldn’t have dared to do sober. Tom was nearly two heads taller than her, so she looked up at him as she spoke. It was David vs. Goliath.
Tom feigned a nervous laugh. “Oh no, and what are you going to do about it, skank?
Brynn shook her head angrily. “This.” The girl lunged for him, ready to rip him a new one.
Sean let out a short breath, putting a hand on Brynn’s shoulder and pulling her back to him before she could hit the guy, and make something happen when it didn’t need to. “Don’t,” he said in a soft voice, looking into her eyes. “Please?” With Brynn spoken to, he looked at Tom, and spoke in a firmer voice.
“Walk away. You don’t want this to go any other way. Not with me.” Bravado coming from someone who had never even met him. Sean knew this one wasn’t going to go like the Owen situation. This was going to end with his fist in this guy’s face.
She tried to fight Sean, but Brynn wasn’t strong enough to shake herself from his grasp. With a huff, she looked back at him and sighed, knowing that he was somewhat right, even though she’d love to kill the guy right then and there. She looked back at him and glared, and watched as Tom laughed and took a step towards the pair.
“Try me.”
Sean wasn’t okay with this, he really wasn’t. He’d given the other man two chances to leave them be, and he was refusing to take them. Sean gently nudged Brynn off to the side, letting her stand a short distance away from them — he didn’t want her caught in the crossfire if it was avoidable. “Last chance. Go to the bar, get a drink. Find some other girl. Have a nice night.” Sean said to Tom, in an almost pleading voice. He had read the stupid blog entry. He didn’t want to end up the star of one.
Brynn wobbled to the side and prepared for the worst.
“And leave you and your slut alone? No way.”
Sean should have known something like this would happen. It was bound to happen eventually, people were just too angry here, he’d realized. With a silent prayer that his sister couldn’t see him — and maybe she couldn’t through the forming crowd of people, Sean stepped forward and slammed his fist into Tom’s stomach. Tom tried to respond with punches of his own, but whether through aid from Tom’s drunken state, speed and skill, or sheer dumb luck, Sean bobbed and weaved to the left and right to duck out of the way of each of them.
He followed up the final weave with a left hook to Tom’s jaw, knocking him backwards. The other guy staggered, but came in with another right hook, and this time Sean responded by sliding his whole body to the left side, and swinging out with a powerful kick, throwing Tom back into the crowd. Sean’s face was grim as he reached out and gestured. Come get me.
Tom stormed at him this time, and this time he even jumped to try and hit him. Liquid courage. Sean ducked out of the way again, and unloaded with a series of punches to Tom’s stomach, finishing with one to his head. He straightened up and cocked his leg back, throwing a kick to Tom’s chest that sent him sliding back again, before he tripped and fell. Sean looked at the unconscious form, with a swollen face, and a bleeding nose, and looked at Brynn.
“We should go now.”
Brynn stood there, absolutely dumbfounded and shocked. Her wobbling ceased as she processed exactly what had just happened. Sean literally just fought for her. It was kind of hot. But once he spoke again after stepping away from Tom who looked deceased, she nodded her head vigorously.
“Yeah, we probably should. But can I get another drink first?”
He let it linger, before he broke away, smiling down at the girl. “Hey, Brynn… What’s up?”
Brynn leaned into Sean, deepening the kiss, but not too much. Taking a good look at him, she smirked, knowing that now he was here, things would be oh so much better. “Glad you could make it.” She replied, taking another sip of her drink, the alcohol beginning to take its effect ever so slightly. Brynn looked around at the events occurring around her and then turned back to him. “You know the last time I was at a party like this, I met this really hot guy who took me dancing, but I haven’t seen him since. Would you possibly know where I could find him?”
“On the dance floor.” Sean said, hooking an arm around Brynn’s waist as he moved around to be beside her. He eyed the drink in her hand, and kissed her on the cheek, “finish that, so we can go dance.” Sean said, pushing her gently toward the dance floor. He wasn’t sure what his plan for the party was, but hey. He was trapped on a boat now, the only way out was an icy trip through the pacific ocean back to the dock. And he wasn’t really interested in getting his car wet.
“Let’s make it a special night.” Sean said to Brynn, leaning close to speak softly into her ear. He gave her a grin, and again tugged her toward the dance floor. Did Sean have a plan for this night? Not really, but he figured it might be fun; especially since this time he didn’t have to focus on keeping Owen from killing Marshall.
Sean didn’t have to tell Brynn twice to finish her drink quickly. When a hot boy tells you that he wants to dance with you- you listen. With ease, the remaining alcohol vanished into her system, leaving an empty glass and drunker brunette behind. With a giggle, she put the cup on one of the side tables where people had thrown their empty drinks and followed the blonde’s lead to the dance floor. She tripped over herself slightly, and laughed at her own clumsiness. “May have finished that one too fast- oh well.” Brynn leaned into Sean and smirked, “So what changed your mind about coming tonight? I thought you didn’t want to.”
“I changed my mind. I don’t like parties, but I guess it’s time to change — if I don’t force myself to do new things, then I’ll never be a better person. That, and you and Selena both guilt tripped me, so I felt I didn’t have much of a choice.” Sean explained, glancing over at her. “Are you going to be able to dance? You did almost fall on your face, after all.” Sean commented, taking a quick note of how drunk she was.
“Maybe we should jump in the ocean. Might sober you up some.”
Brynn smirked devilishly. “Then I guess my persuasion definitely worked.” She replied, referring to the lovely little photos she sent earlier in the evening. “Surprised your sister out of all people guilted you into coming- I thought she’d use every excuse in the book to prevent you from seeing me.” In regards to her drunken state, she laughed, “Of course I’ll be able to dance, I’ve got this.” Brynn pulled Sean even closer to her, “Maybe we can go for a dip later. Right now though I want to see those dance moves.”
“Dance moves? You flatter me — I got nothing.” Sean teased, kissing her on the lips as he pulled her onto the dance floor. “Especially, in this kind of scene. I’m more of an intimate dancer. You know, like ballroom and stuff? If we’re gonna bump and grind, you’re gonna have to walk me through it.” He explained, giving an apologetic smile.
Oh Brynn would walk him through it alright. She smirked as she pulled him closer to her (if that was even possible at this point), wrapping her arms around his shoulders and beginning to rotate her hips in a way that was definitely not ballroom dancing style. A drunk giggle escaped her lips as she tried to gauge a reaction from Sean as she continued to dance not just with him but on him. The alcohol only made her move easier, and Brynn was definitely enjoying herself.
But the enjoyment only lasted so long as she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone walking towards the two of them. She couldn’t tell who it was until he grew closer, but it clicked as soon as he was nearly breathing down her neck. Tom Michaelson, the kid who she humiliated in the supply closet this morning. Oh no, here comes trouble.
“So what, you can nearly dry hump this kid right now in front of everyone, but you can’t do the dirty with me this morning? God, you really know how to put on a show, don’t you.” He spat, intoxication seeping from his pores. He turned to Sean. “Don’t do it man, she’s not worth your time. Fucking slut.”
Sean frowned at the newcomer, who was bringing a very sudden damper on his night. He wasn’t sure he liked dancing like this — in front of a bunch of people, anyway. He definitely enjoyed it, but then it very suddenly came to an end. Sean gently pushed on the drunk boy, to create a bit more space between him and Sean’s girlfriend, before Sean attempted diplomacy, as he always did. If you can avoid a fight, avoid it.
“Thank you for the tip, but I’ll be fine. Why don’t you keep it down? We don’t need to make a scene.” Cool your jets, boy.
The drunk girl pursed her lips. This was a typical sport douchebag move- calling her out in front of her new man. For not putting out, of all things! She rolled her eyes and advanced one step towards Tom, a challenging look in her eye. “Excuse me, but I am worth his time, you are definitely not worth mine. Get the hell out of my face before I make you.” She spoke menacingly, something she wouldn’t have dared to do sober. Tom was nearly two heads taller than her, so she looked up at him as she spoke. It was David vs. Goliath.
Tom feigned a nervous laugh. “Oh no, and what are you going to do about it, skank?
Brynn shook her head angrily. “This.” The girl lunged for him, ready to rip him a new one.
Sean let out a short breath, putting a hand on Brynn’s shoulder and pulling her back to him before she could hit the guy, and make something happen when it didn’t need to. “Don’t,” he said in a soft voice, looking into her eyes. “Please?” With Brynn spoken to, he looked at Tom, and spoke in a firmer voice.
“Walk away. You don’t want this to go any other way. Not with me.” Bravado coming from someone who had never even met him. Sean knew this one wasn’t going to go like the Owen situation. This was going to end with his fist in this guy’s face.
She tried to fight Sean, but Brynn wasn’t strong enough to shake herself from his grasp. With a huff, she looked back at him and sighed, knowing that he was somewhat right, even though she’d love to kill the guy right then and there. She looked back at him and glared, and watched as Tom laughed and took a step towards the pair.
“Try me.”
Sean wasn’t okay with this, he really wasn’t. He’d given the other man two chances to leave them be, and he was refusing to take them. Sean gently nudged Brynn off to the side, letting her stand a short distance away from them — he didn’t want her caught in the crossfire if it was avoidable. “Last chance. Go to the bar, get a drink. Find some other girl. Have a nice night.” Sean said to Tom, in an almost pleading voice. He had read the stupid blog entry. He didn’t want to end up the star of one.
Brynn wobbled to the side and prepared for the worst.
“And leave you and your slut alone? No way.”
Sean should have known something like this would happen. It was bound to happen eventually, people were just too angry here, he’d realized. With a silent prayer that his sister couldn’t see him — and maybe she couldn’t through the forming crowd of people, Sean stepped forward and slammed his fist into Tom’s stomach. Tom tried to respond with punches of his own, but whether through aid from Tom’s drunken state, speed and skill, or sheer dumb luck, Sean bobbed and weaved to the left and right to duck out of the way of each of them.
He followed up the final weave with a left hook to Tom’s jaw, knocking him backwards. The other guy staggered, but came in with another right hook, and this time Sean responded by sliding his whole body to the left side, and swinging out with a powerful kick, throwing Tom back into the crowd. Sean’s face was grim as he reached out and gestured. Come get me.
Tom stormed at him this time, and this time he even jumped to try and hit him. Liquid courage. Sean ducked out of the way again, and unloaded with a series of punches to Tom’s stomach, finishing with one to his head. He straightened up and cocked his leg back, throwing a kick to Tom’s chest that sent him sliding back again, before he tripped and fell. Sean looked at the unconscious form, with a swollen face, and a bleeding nose, and looked at Brynn.
“We should go now.”
Brynn stood there, absolutely dumbfounded and shocked. Her wobbling ceased as she processed exactly what had just happened. Sean literally just fought for her. It was kind of hot. But once he spoke again after stepping away from Tom who looked deceased, she nodded her head vigorously.
“Yeah, we probably should. But can I get another drink first?”
Kit and Brynn
Collab with @Universorum
Mentions: The Sterling Twins and Marshall @Silent Observer
Location: The Bar
Kit was finding that it was harder to pick out Marshall from the crowd than she’d thought it would have been. Was he even here? She wasn’t sure and she had no way to find out. Plus, those pills were starting to kick in. The colors beneath her feet were brighter and more intense than she remembered, and she kept her eyes trained to them as she wandered around. It might have been easier to find Marshall if she wasn’t looking at the floor, huh?
With a great surge of effort, she peeled her face from the ground slowly, but surely. She found herself nose-to-bar with… the bar. Kit pulled herself up onto a barstool and spun slowly, while one of the bartenders behind the counter shook his head. “One alcohol please!” Kit said brightly, and the bartender leaned onto the bar.
“What kind?”
“There are kinds!?” Kit asked, apparently blown away. Oh man, now she had to make decisions. Hopefully some kind of hero would swoop in and help her decide…
Brynn leaned against the bar casually-slightly for support and more so she could observe the party. She watched as her classmates danced around like idiots, high on drugs and drunk off of expensive alcohols. Wasn’t this fun! She checked her phone for the tenth time in the past five minutes, having heard nothing from Sean. Was he ditching her already?
With a sigh, she motioned to the bartender, who she’d become quite acquainted with during the past half hour she’d been standing there. He handed over her poison of choice- Sex on the Beach- hoping that it’d give her some good luck for later in the evening. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed a familiar, short, blonde struggling to order a drink, which made her laugh. This girl was so young, and so naive. Stepping towards her, Brynn made eye contact with the other bartender.
“She’ll have a gin and tonic. Thanks.” She smiled her signature smile and turned to the Freshman. “A little flustered, are we?”
As the bartender prepared the drink, Kit turned to see someone she knew, and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, a little bit. I didn’t know there were differences. I thought you just asked for an amount, and the amount was how much you got. Like, one alcohol, or two alcohol… To be honest? I’m like really high right now, so I thought if I got a drink, it’d make me better.” She explained her logic, which to her made perfect sense, “Hey, don’t you have a boyfriendly boy somewhere?” She asked Brynn, before accepting the glass the bartender offered her, which she excitedly lifted to her lips. Her first alcohol!
She tipped it back, fully intending to chug it. She got about two gulps in before she slammed it down and stared at the glass, “dude! Nobody said it was gonna taste like butthole!”
The brunette smirked at Kit’s preconceived notions about drinking. Oh, to be a freshman again, with so much to learn. Brynn would teach it to her; all of it. “Well for starters, when you order from the bartender, you need to look him straight in the eye, that way he’ll see how competent you are. It’ll prevent you from getting cut off later. Second, there are many types of drinks, but when in doubt, ask the bartender their favorite drink and get them to make you that- saves you from having to think of what to get on your own.”
At Kit’s disgust of the drink, Brynn swooped in, stole it from here, and finished the last few sips. “And third, never leave your drink next to me. Cause I will drink it. Every. Single. Time.” She sighed, motioning to the bartender once more. “Gin isn’t exactly her speed, I’ve learned. Maybe something fruity?”
She turned back to the younger blonde. “Sean is on his way… hopefully.”
“Righhhht.” Kit nodded, making mental notes about everything that Brynn was saying. At the mention of a fruity drink, she perked up — she didn’t mind if Brynn finished the gin one, if she was going to get some kind of juice. After a few seconds, the bartender sat another drink down in front of Kit — this one was pink! “Thanks! What’s this?”
“Sex on the beach.”
“Who names these things?” Kit shook her head, before taking a less excited sip. She smacked her lips and was then satisfied. This was okay. She took another drink, and looked over at Brynn. “I be he’s here somewhere. He’d be dumb not to be, you’re pretty cool. From what I hear, you’re pretty loose too, but I still think you’re cool.” Another sip of the drink.
“If he doesn’t come, tell me, and I’ll hit him with a shovel.”
Brynn couldn’t help but laugh at Kit. Watching her discover alcohol for the first time reminded her of a younger version of herself. The brunette was absolutely clueless when she got to high school, as she’d never had a sip of liquor due to spending all of her nights alone. But, when she became a Candy, she got to drink for the first time and that was an interesting evening. Brynn wanted to make sure that Kit had the same experience. “I don’t know who names the drinks, but I don’t care cause I drink them anyway.” She smirked devilishly. At Kit’s comment regarding her reputation, Brynn laughed again- this girl was funny- and discreetly looked around again for Sean. “Well thank you, but sometimes people do dumb things. I’ll believe it when I see it- Don’t hit him though, that’s not wise.”
“Well, I guess I’ll take your word for it. You probably know him a bit better than I do…” Kit muttered, taking another sip from the tasty drink, Kit twirled some of her hair around her finger. “Oh, look.” Kit peered off into the distance, before looking over at Brynn and giving her a grin. “I see the Sterling twins! The one you kiss and the one I really, really want to kiss.”
Brynn felt her heart flutter. He actually showed up. She didn’t trust easily, and was worried that she put her trust in Sean too soon, but those fears fell into the ocean the moment she spotted him. Brynn was so relieved that she didn’t notice what Kit had said at first, but once the wheels clicked, her head turned faster than it ever had to the young blonde. “You want to kiss Selena? She has a heart of ice, I don’t recommend getting close to her.” Brynn sipped her drink patiently, still stunned that Kit desired to get close to the girl who she very much disliked.
“That’s what everyone tells me! But yes, I really do. I have for like a whole year now, but now that I got this close — see, I changed my whole personality and deal, cuz I’m not really all that girly, and I like soccer and video games and like pizza. And weed. But I know that Selena doesn’t, but I thought maybe she’d like me more if I was closer to her type? Marshall says I’ll never kiss her though, so I’m kinda bummed.” Kit said, with a sad shake of her head and another sip of the deliciously intoxicating drink.
“Sweetie, you should listen to what everyone tells you. Especially Marshall. Maybe set your sights on someone else! You’ll have a better chance…” Brynn gulped down the rest of her drink, nearly slamming the empty glass on the bar. With a simple finger wave, she got the bartender’s attention, who knew she was requesting another drink. Within seconds, a full glass was in her hand. That was Brynn’s favorite type of magic. Poof! New drink.
“If I listened to what everyone told me, I don’t think I’d be on this boat, and I’d definitely get way more sleep. Come on, you’re supposed to be the encouraging one. Don’t you think I should kiss her? Because I think I should. At least, like, to try? Because if I never try I’ll never know and if I never know, I’ll be a pussy. Do I strike you as a pussy, Brynn?!” Kit demanded, leaning forward and squinting at Brynn questioningly.
Brynn rolled her eyes at Kit’s push back. She was only trying to help her, but clearly this Freshman seemed to know better than her- or so she thought. The brunette had dealt with Sel for years, and knew exactly what she was all about and who she was all about, and that was definitely not Kit. Deciding that this argument wasn’t worth her time, especially since her man was now on board, she shrugged. “No, you don’t strike me as a pussy, Kit, but I’m telling you right now that you’re not her type. So do what you want- but don’t come complaining to me when she doesn’t take the bait.” One of Brynn’s signature qualities was her brutal honesty. If Kit couldn’t deal with it, that was her problem. Looking over at Sean across the room, a smirk grew. “While you go court her highness, I have an audience with her brother. Let me know how she rejects you, will you?”
“Hey, that’s good enough for me. Try not to end up pregnant,” Kit swigged down the last of her drink, hopped off of barstool, and slipped into the crowd, trying to find out where the Sterling princess was headed.
With a great surge of effort, she peeled her face from the ground slowly, but surely. She found herself nose-to-bar with… the bar. Kit pulled herself up onto a barstool and spun slowly, while one of the bartenders behind the counter shook his head. “One alcohol please!” Kit said brightly, and the bartender leaned onto the bar.
“What kind?”
“There are kinds!?” Kit asked, apparently blown away. Oh man, now she had to make decisions. Hopefully some kind of hero would swoop in and help her decide…
Brynn leaned against the bar casually-slightly for support and more so she could observe the party. She watched as her classmates danced around like idiots, high on drugs and drunk off of expensive alcohols. Wasn’t this fun! She checked her phone for the tenth time in the past five minutes, having heard nothing from Sean. Was he ditching her already?
With a sigh, she motioned to the bartender, who she’d become quite acquainted with during the past half hour she’d been standing there. He handed over her poison of choice- Sex on the Beach- hoping that it’d give her some good luck for later in the evening. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed a familiar, short, blonde struggling to order a drink, which made her laugh. This girl was so young, and so naive. Stepping towards her, Brynn made eye contact with the other bartender.
“She’ll have a gin and tonic. Thanks.” She smiled her signature smile and turned to the Freshman. “A little flustered, are we?”
As the bartender prepared the drink, Kit turned to see someone she knew, and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, a little bit. I didn’t know there were differences. I thought you just asked for an amount, and the amount was how much you got. Like, one alcohol, or two alcohol… To be honest? I’m like really high right now, so I thought if I got a drink, it’d make me better.” She explained her logic, which to her made perfect sense, “Hey, don’t you have a boyfriendly boy somewhere?” She asked Brynn, before accepting the glass the bartender offered her, which she excitedly lifted to her lips. Her first alcohol!
She tipped it back, fully intending to chug it. She got about two gulps in before she slammed it down and stared at the glass, “dude! Nobody said it was gonna taste like butthole!”
The brunette smirked at Kit’s preconceived notions about drinking. Oh, to be a freshman again, with so much to learn. Brynn would teach it to her; all of it. “Well for starters, when you order from the bartender, you need to look him straight in the eye, that way he’ll see how competent you are. It’ll prevent you from getting cut off later. Second, there are many types of drinks, but when in doubt, ask the bartender their favorite drink and get them to make you that- saves you from having to think of what to get on your own.”
At Kit’s disgust of the drink, Brynn swooped in, stole it from here, and finished the last few sips. “And third, never leave your drink next to me. Cause I will drink it. Every. Single. Time.” She sighed, motioning to the bartender once more. “Gin isn’t exactly her speed, I’ve learned. Maybe something fruity?”
She turned back to the younger blonde. “Sean is on his way… hopefully.”
“Righhhht.” Kit nodded, making mental notes about everything that Brynn was saying. At the mention of a fruity drink, she perked up — she didn’t mind if Brynn finished the gin one, if she was going to get some kind of juice. After a few seconds, the bartender sat another drink down in front of Kit — this one was pink! “Thanks! What’s this?”
“Sex on the beach.”
“Who names these things?” Kit shook her head, before taking a less excited sip. She smacked her lips and was then satisfied. This was okay. She took another drink, and looked over at Brynn. “I be he’s here somewhere. He’d be dumb not to be, you’re pretty cool. From what I hear, you’re pretty loose too, but I still think you’re cool.” Another sip of the drink.
“If he doesn’t come, tell me, and I’ll hit him with a shovel.”
Brynn couldn’t help but laugh at Kit. Watching her discover alcohol for the first time reminded her of a younger version of herself. The brunette was absolutely clueless when she got to high school, as she’d never had a sip of liquor due to spending all of her nights alone. But, when she became a Candy, she got to drink for the first time and that was an interesting evening. Brynn wanted to make sure that Kit had the same experience. “I don’t know who names the drinks, but I don’t care cause I drink them anyway.” She smirked devilishly. At Kit’s comment regarding her reputation, Brynn laughed again- this girl was funny- and discreetly looked around again for Sean. “Well thank you, but sometimes people do dumb things. I’ll believe it when I see it- Don’t hit him though, that’s not wise.”
“Well, I guess I’ll take your word for it. You probably know him a bit better than I do…” Kit muttered, taking another sip from the tasty drink, Kit twirled some of her hair around her finger. “Oh, look.” Kit peered off into the distance, before looking over at Brynn and giving her a grin. “I see the Sterling twins! The one you kiss and the one I really, really want to kiss.”
Brynn felt her heart flutter. He actually showed up. She didn’t trust easily, and was worried that she put her trust in Sean too soon, but those fears fell into the ocean the moment she spotted him. Brynn was so relieved that she didn’t notice what Kit had said at first, but once the wheels clicked, her head turned faster than it ever had to the young blonde. “You want to kiss Selena? She has a heart of ice, I don’t recommend getting close to her.” Brynn sipped her drink patiently, still stunned that Kit desired to get close to the girl who she very much disliked.
“That’s what everyone tells me! But yes, I really do. I have for like a whole year now, but now that I got this close — see, I changed my whole personality and deal, cuz I’m not really all that girly, and I like soccer and video games and like pizza. And weed. But I know that Selena doesn’t, but I thought maybe she’d like me more if I was closer to her type? Marshall says I’ll never kiss her though, so I’m kinda bummed.” Kit said, with a sad shake of her head and another sip of the deliciously intoxicating drink.
“Sweetie, you should listen to what everyone tells you. Especially Marshall. Maybe set your sights on someone else! You’ll have a better chance…” Brynn gulped down the rest of her drink, nearly slamming the empty glass on the bar. With a simple finger wave, she got the bartender’s attention, who knew she was requesting another drink. Within seconds, a full glass was in her hand. That was Brynn’s favorite type of magic. Poof! New drink.
“If I listened to what everyone told me, I don’t think I’d be on this boat, and I’d definitely get way more sleep. Come on, you’re supposed to be the encouraging one. Don’t you think I should kiss her? Because I think I should. At least, like, to try? Because if I never try I’ll never know and if I never know, I’ll be a pussy. Do I strike you as a pussy, Brynn?!” Kit demanded, leaning forward and squinting at Brynn questioningly.
Brynn rolled her eyes at Kit’s push back. She was only trying to help her, but clearly this Freshman seemed to know better than her- or so she thought. The brunette had dealt with Sel for years, and knew exactly what she was all about and who she was all about, and that was definitely not Kit. Deciding that this argument wasn’t worth her time, especially since her man was now on board, she shrugged. “No, you don’t strike me as a pussy, Kit, but I’m telling you right now that you’re not her type. So do what you want- but don’t come complaining to me when she doesn’t take the bait.” One of Brynn’s signature qualities was her brutal honesty. If Kit couldn’t deal with it, that was her problem. Looking over at Sean across the room, a smirk grew. “While you go court her highness, I have an audience with her brother. Let me know how she rejects you, will you?”
“Hey, that’s good enough for me. Try not to end up pregnant,” Kit swigged down the last of her drink, hopped off of barstool, and slipped into the crowd, trying to find out where the Sterling princess was headed.
Becca Helmsley and Bailee Helmsley
Location: En route to the party and the bar/dancefloor of the Destiny
Mentions: Their beloved brother @Universorum and the one person that Bailee doesn’t want to see @Lovely Complex
Bailee gazed at her reflection on her phone- what the hell was she wearing? Becca had dressed her in something from her walk in closet that was so tight it nearly suffocated her when she first put it on. Additionally, she put on twice the amount of makeup that she would normally wear. The brunette workaholic didn’t even look like herself. She didn’t feel like herself. But Bailee wanted to take her twin’s advice to heart tonight; she wanted to have fun at this party and let loose. And that started with dressing to impress.
Looking up from her phone, she peered out the window of the town car that was taking them to the dock. They were almost there, just a few more blocks to go. She sighed, switching her gaze over to her sister. “Are you sure I look okay?” Bailee fretted, needing to hear some validation from Becca in order to feel better about her outfit choice, and her choice to go wild tonight.
Becca turned to her sister, grinning. Becca was as calm as could be, but her sister clearly didn’t feel the same. That was understandable. Bailee lived in a world of board meetings and pantsuits. The bright lights and tight dresses were Becca’s scene. Tonight though, Becca was set on introducing her sister to a whole new world.
“Trust me, you look stellar. Everybody in this town will either want to be you, or be with you,” Becca promised, her voice surprisingly soft, soothing in a way. Not many would expect Becca to be the caretaker of her family, but underneath the shell of manipulation and bitchiness, she was still the oldest of her triplets and with that came a certain level of responsibility.
Bailee managed to let a small smile break through her anxiousness, a nervous laugh following. “Alright, as long as you say so.” She replied, taking out her phone once more. Opening up to her messages, she scrolled down to one conversation in particular, and attempted to find the right words to say. Fucking AJ, making her feel guilty as ever- that boy always knew how to push her buttons. But still, even though she felt guilty, she was absolutely pissed at him, and that anger wouldn’t disappear for a while. Shutting off the device before she said something she’d regret, Bailee turned to her sister. “Okay, so what kinds of things happen at these parties? I don’t know what to expect.”
“Oh, Little Sister, you have so much to learn! A high school party normally carries on the same every time. You get there, you get drunk, and you have fun. I bet you, about an hour in, at least three couples will have had sex, and there’ll have been at least one fight. Two if Hailey’s there. There’ll be dancing, but, I recommend the hot tub if you’re just trying to relax. Something about hot tubbing while drunk is a wonderfully comforting experience. Of course, remember, alcohol is the best way to make friends. Just about everyone will be just as drunk as you are, if not drunker, so don’t worry about embarrassing yourself.” Becca gave her sister a comforting smile as the car pulled up to the docks, where the yacht was waiting for them, resting majestically on the water. Becca could already see a few kids on board, and more were pulling up as well. This was looking to be a blast. “The only rule: have fun. I mean it.” With that said, Becca stepped out of the car, awaiting her sister so they could board the ship together.
“Drinking, fighting, dancing, and more drinking. Got it.” Bailee repeated back almost hypnotically. She was trying to internalize as much of her sister’s knowledge and wisdom as she could, but evidently, alcohol truly seemed to be the answer to all of it. Stepping out of the car and following her sister, Bailee smoothed out her skirt and began walking towards the Destiny. The Helmsley’s had spent many holidays on its deck, so she had grown accustomed to the ins and outs of the boat. However, Bailee knew that Brian had made some adjustments for the party, so she was quite excited to board the ship and see for herself the changes he had made.
Walking up the catwalk in order to step aboard, Bailee stepped around the high schoolers waiting to get in, and looked up at the bouncer who simply smiled and moved out of the way. “Ms. Helmsley, Ms. Helmsley, we’ve been expecting you. Please, go right ahead.” Strutting onto the main deck, Bailee took a look around at her classmates already having a great time. Soon, hopefully, she’d be having as much fun as they were having.
Becca grinned, a wicked twinkle in her eye at the sight of what the yacht held. The moon had just come out and already she could tell that the alcohol had been flowing rather liberally. The ship was alive with flashing lights, and colors exploded from the center of the deck. Brian really outdid himself this time. “Alright, let’s do this bitch!” Becca grabbed her sister’s hand, pulling her over to one of the multiple bars that were scattered around the ship. A crowd of people were gathered around, dancing as they waited to give their orders, but Becca simply waved them aside. They knew well enough not to mess with Becca Helmsley at one of her own parties. “Ms. Helmsley. What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, flashing a smile at Becca. They were...familiar. “Two shots, Grey Goose. Please,” Becca said, winking at the end of her order.
As the bartender went to work, grabbing shot glasses and grabbing the vodka from under the bar, Becca turned to Bailee. “Now remember, just breathe. It tastes like poison the first time, but once you get better at it, it’s like water,” Becca said, before turning to thank the bartender as he slammed two shot glasses down in front of the girls. Becca handed one to Bailee, and then raised it to toast. “To our oh so glorious return,” she cheered, before tilting her head back and sending the vodka straight down, a trained professional, clearly.
Bailee struggled to keep up as Becca dragged her to the bar- after all she was wearing high heeled knee high boots! She watched as the people around gave her looks, some of them good, and some of them shocked. Bailee never went to parties, so she wasn’t surprised that her presence was noticed by her peers. When they arrived at the bar, the brunette’s eyes went wide at the sight of the shot of vodka in front of her. But, she took a deep breath, just like her sister told her to, and grasped it in her hand. Looking up at her twin, she managed to smile….barely. “To letting loose.”
Bailee took one last deep breath before following her sister’s lead and taking the shot. It burned like fire going down her throat. She coughed instinctively after she swallowed, clearly not a professional like her sister, and tried desperately to get the singe-ing feeling to go away. “That hurt.” Bailee exhaled after downing the shot. Why did people do this for fun? But when the adrenaline pumped through her veins after the taste disappeared, she understood. She liked it. She felt powerful. She understood. This is what letting loose felt like. After a momentary pause, she looked at her sister with a smirk. “One more?”
Becca smirked. “There’s the Helmsley in you! Lukas! Another round!” Before she knew it, Lukas the bartender had refilled their shot glasses, and Becca was raising her glass in the air again. “To the Goose, my favorite animal, and to my sister, my favorite sibling!” Once more, Becca threw the shot back, a familiar warmth flooding her chest and stomach again, causing her face to break into a grin.
Bailee laughed slightly awkwardly, as she thought she already had Helmsley in her from running the family business. But, she knew that she came from a long line of partiers, her sister included, and she needed to experience that side of the family for once. Taking the next shot given to her, Bailee held up the glass and clinked it against her sister’s. “I don’t know what to cheers to, so I’m just gonna take the shot.” The burning sensation returned as the vodka traveled through her body, but this time, she was expecting the pain and the rush that came along with it. She even coughed less than she did the first time! Nice! Bailee grinned, “How am I doing so far in the ‘having fun’ department?”
“I’m thoroughly impressed! Now, if that doesn’t start to hit you in a bit, will come back for something that’ll really get you rocking. But for now, we dance!” Becca grinned, pulling her sister with her onto the dance floor where she began to sway her hips, unleashing the signature Becca Helmsley charm. “Now, find a cute boy, and make every girl on this boat jealous. Watch.” Becca scanned the crowd of teenagers before locking eyes with a senior that she deemed eligible. Chiseled jaw, well done hair, tight shirt, everything she could ask for. Smirking she reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her and beginning to dance, less with him and more on him. “I believe in you!”
Once again, Bailee tried to keep up with her sister’s pace as they made their way to the dance floor. At Becca’s order, her face paled. “Are you serious?” Bailee asked, her anxiousness beginning to grow. She thought Becca was supposed to be showing her how to have fun, not throwing her in without any guidance! Fuck training wheels, apparently. Looking around, people seemed to be having a great time, and her sister was no exception. But Bailee never talked to guys, hell, she was a virgin, a guy had never touched her before. With a deep exhale, something inside of her (probably the alcohol) told her to just go for it.
Her gaze fell on a guy leaning against the wall- he was on the basketball team. Tall, blonde, muscular, and handsome. Perfect. Bailee bit her lip and without saying a word, followed Becca’s lead and pulled him away from the wall and into her, moving onto the dance floor. He smirked flirtatiously, and let Bailee wrap her arms around him. She was doing it! Dancing! With a boy! Hopefully her brother wasn’t around to see- that’d be weird. Hopefully AJ wasn’t around to see, that’d be weirder. Looking over to Becca, she smiled in her direction, not saying a word and letting her actions speak for itself.
Becca was a very proud sister at that moment. She watched from her vantage point as Bailee danced with the boy, quite the catch if she was being honest, and grinned with pride. She remembered her introduction to this life, and while it had been a little harsher than she might have liked, she was happy she’d learned. Bailee would learn too. Becca knew, no matter how uncomfortable she might feel at times, one day she’d thank her.
Looking up from her phone, she peered out the window of the town car that was taking them to the dock. They were almost there, just a few more blocks to go. She sighed, switching her gaze over to her sister. “Are you sure I look okay?” Bailee fretted, needing to hear some validation from Becca in order to feel better about her outfit choice, and her choice to go wild tonight.
Becca turned to her sister, grinning. Becca was as calm as could be, but her sister clearly didn’t feel the same. That was understandable. Bailee lived in a world of board meetings and pantsuits. The bright lights and tight dresses were Becca’s scene. Tonight though, Becca was set on introducing her sister to a whole new world.
“Trust me, you look stellar. Everybody in this town will either want to be you, or be with you,” Becca promised, her voice surprisingly soft, soothing in a way. Not many would expect Becca to be the caretaker of her family, but underneath the shell of manipulation and bitchiness, she was still the oldest of her triplets and with that came a certain level of responsibility.
Bailee managed to let a small smile break through her anxiousness, a nervous laugh following. “Alright, as long as you say so.” She replied, taking out her phone once more. Opening up to her messages, she scrolled down to one conversation in particular, and attempted to find the right words to say. Fucking AJ, making her feel guilty as ever- that boy always knew how to push her buttons. But still, even though she felt guilty, she was absolutely pissed at him, and that anger wouldn’t disappear for a while. Shutting off the device before she said something she’d regret, Bailee turned to her sister. “Okay, so what kinds of things happen at these parties? I don’t know what to expect.”
“Oh, Little Sister, you have so much to learn! A high school party normally carries on the same every time. You get there, you get drunk, and you have fun. I bet you, about an hour in, at least three couples will have had sex, and there’ll have been at least one fight. Two if Hailey’s there. There’ll be dancing, but, I recommend the hot tub if you’re just trying to relax. Something about hot tubbing while drunk is a wonderfully comforting experience. Of course, remember, alcohol is the best way to make friends. Just about everyone will be just as drunk as you are, if not drunker, so don’t worry about embarrassing yourself.” Becca gave her sister a comforting smile as the car pulled up to the docks, where the yacht was waiting for them, resting majestically on the water. Becca could already see a few kids on board, and more were pulling up as well. This was looking to be a blast. “The only rule: have fun. I mean it.” With that said, Becca stepped out of the car, awaiting her sister so they could board the ship together.
“Drinking, fighting, dancing, and more drinking. Got it.” Bailee repeated back almost hypnotically. She was trying to internalize as much of her sister’s knowledge and wisdom as she could, but evidently, alcohol truly seemed to be the answer to all of it. Stepping out of the car and following her sister, Bailee smoothed out her skirt and began walking towards the Destiny. The Helmsley’s had spent many holidays on its deck, so she had grown accustomed to the ins and outs of the boat. However, Bailee knew that Brian had made some adjustments for the party, so she was quite excited to board the ship and see for herself the changes he had made.
Walking up the catwalk in order to step aboard, Bailee stepped around the high schoolers waiting to get in, and looked up at the bouncer who simply smiled and moved out of the way. “Ms. Helmsley, Ms. Helmsley, we’ve been expecting you. Please, go right ahead.” Strutting onto the main deck, Bailee took a look around at her classmates already having a great time. Soon, hopefully, she’d be having as much fun as they were having.
Becca grinned, a wicked twinkle in her eye at the sight of what the yacht held. The moon had just come out and already she could tell that the alcohol had been flowing rather liberally. The ship was alive with flashing lights, and colors exploded from the center of the deck. Brian really outdid himself this time. “Alright, let’s do this bitch!” Becca grabbed her sister’s hand, pulling her over to one of the multiple bars that were scattered around the ship. A crowd of people were gathered around, dancing as they waited to give their orders, but Becca simply waved them aside. They knew well enough not to mess with Becca Helmsley at one of her own parties. “Ms. Helmsley. What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, flashing a smile at Becca. They were...familiar. “Two shots, Grey Goose. Please,” Becca said, winking at the end of her order.
As the bartender went to work, grabbing shot glasses and grabbing the vodka from under the bar, Becca turned to Bailee. “Now remember, just breathe. It tastes like poison the first time, but once you get better at it, it’s like water,” Becca said, before turning to thank the bartender as he slammed two shot glasses down in front of the girls. Becca handed one to Bailee, and then raised it to toast. “To our oh so glorious return,” she cheered, before tilting her head back and sending the vodka straight down, a trained professional, clearly.
Bailee struggled to keep up as Becca dragged her to the bar- after all she was wearing high heeled knee high boots! She watched as the people around gave her looks, some of them good, and some of them shocked. Bailee never went to parties, so she wasn’t surprised that her presence was noticed by her peers. When they arrived at the bar, the brunette’s eyes went wide at the sight of the shot of vodka in front of her. But, she took a deep breath, just like her sister told her to, and grasped it in her hand. Looking up at her twin, she managed to smile….barely. “To letting loose.”
Bailee took one last deep breath before following her sister’s lead and taking the shot. It burned like fire going down her throat. She coughed instinctively after she swallowed, clearly not a professional like her sister, and tried desperately to get the singe-ing feeling to go away. “That hurt.” Bailee exhaled after downing the shot. Why did people do this for fun? But when the adrenaline pumped through her veins after the taste disappeared, she understood. She liked it. She felt powerful. She understood. This is what letting loose felt like. After a momentary pause, she looked at her sister with a smirk. “One more?”
Becca smirked. “There’s the Helmsley in you! Lukas! Another round!” Before she knew it, Lukas the bartender had refilled their shot glasses, and Becca was raising her glass in the air again. “To the Goose, my favorite animal, and to my sister, my favorite sibling!” Once more, Becca threw the shot back, a familiar warmth flooding her chest and stomach again, causing her face to break into a grin.
Bailee laughed slightly awkwardly, as she thought she already had Helmsley in her from running the family business. But, she knew that she came from a long line of partiers, her sister included, and she needed to experience that side of the family for once. Taking the next shot given to her, Bailee held up the glass and clinked it against her sister’s. “I don’t know what to cheers to, so I’m just gonna take the shot.” The burning sensation returned as the vodka traveled through her body, but this time, she was expecting the pain and the rush that came along with it. She even coughed less than she did the first time! Nice! Bailee grinned, “How am I doing so far in the ‘having fun’ department?”
“I’m thoroughly impressed! Now, if that doesn’t start to hit you in a bit, will come back for something that’ll really get you rocking. But for now, we dance!” Becca grinned, pulling her sister with her onto the dance floor where she began to sway her hips, unleashing the signature Becca Helmsley charm. “Now, find a cute boy, and make every girl on this boat jealous. Watch.” Becca scanned the crowd of teenagers before locking eyes with a senior that she deemed eligible. Chiseled jaw, well done hair, tight shirt, everything she could ask for. Smirking she reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her and beginning to dance, less with him and more on him. “I believe in you!”
Once again, Bailee tried to keep up with her sister’s pace as they made their way to the dance floor. At Becca’s order, her face paled. “Are you serious?” Bailee asked, her anxiousness beginning to grow. She thought Becca was supposed to be showing her how to have fun, not throwing her in without any guidance! Fuck training wheels, apparently. Looking around, people seemed to be having a great time, and her sister was no exception. But Bailee never talked to guys, hell, she was a virgin, a guy had never touched her before. With a deep exhale, something inside of her (probably the alcohol) told her to just go for it.
Her gaze fell on a guy leaning against the wall- he was on the basketball team. Tall, blonde, muscular, and handsome. Perfect. Bailee bit her lip and without saying a word, followed Becca’s lead and pulled him away from the wall and into her, moving onto the dance floor. He smirked flirtatiously, and let Bailee wrap her arms around him. She was doing it! Dancing! With a boy! Hopefully her brother wasn’t around to see- that’d be weird. Hopefully AJ wasn’t around to see, that’d be weirder. Looking over to Becca, she smiled in her direction, not saying a word and letting her actions speak for itself.
Becca was a very proud sister at that moment. She watched from her vantage point as Bailee danced with the boy, quite the catch if she was being honest, and grinned with pride. She remembered her introduction to this life, and while it had been a little harsher than she might have liked, she was happy she’d learned. Bailee would learn too. Becca knew, no matter how uncomfortable she might feel at times, one day she’d thank her.
Location: The Payne Residence
Featuring: Brynn Payne, Emerson Payne, and Felix Payne
Mentions: Sean Sterling
“Emerson, stop stealing my Ruby Woo lipstick- it’s not even your shade!” Brynn groaned, snatching the familiar matte MAC packaging from her older sister’s grimy hands. She had been getting ready for the party when she had noticed her signature shade of lipstick was missing- and the only other person she knew who wore it seasonally lived in the bedroom right next to hers. It was just after New Year’s and even though the brunette was already back in high school, her older siblings Emerson and Felix didn’t go back to college for another two weeks. Which meant that they were still around to torment her.
Emerson rolled her eyes, glaring up at Brynn from her seat in front of her large vanity. “Oh come on, Skinny Brynnie, don’t be such a killjoy, I was just borrowing it again. I left mine in my dorm.” She replied, pouting her lips, hoping for some semblance of pity. Emerson and Brynn somewhat got along. At times, they were best friends, and at other times, they could be worst enemies- like right now. ‘Skinny Brynnie’ was her terrible nickname for her ever since she lost all that weight after middle school, and Brynn hated it. “Besides, where are you even going? Isn’t it a Tuesday night?”
“I don’t care that you forgot yours, that doesn’t mean you can just take mine.” Brynn replied, checking over the lipstick tube for any damage or dents. “The Helmsley’s are back in town. They’re throwing a party tonight on their yacht- everyone is going.” She explained, slipping the tube into the pocket of the silk bathrobe she was currently wearing.
“Wait, the Helmsley’s are back?” A male voice from the Hallway echoed off of the hardwood floors and through Emerson’s room. Felix appeared in the doorway, a quizzical look plastered onto his face as he leaned against the frame.
“Apparently. But Brynn, you never wear this lipstick unless it’s a special occasion, unless…” Emerson’s eyes widened, “Are you going with someone to this party? Has someone managed to tie little miss Brynn down? ”
Brynn rolled her eyes, “Oh, shut up, Em.” She stated, turning around and attempting to leave, but her brother moved to block her path. “Come on, get out of the way.” Brynn didn’t want to have this conversation with her siblings- hell, she didn’t want to talk to them at all. She just needed them to pack up their things and go back to college so she could be an only child again.
“Well, what’s his name? Do we know him? For you to drop the entire football team, the sex must be out of this world...” Felix wiggled his eyebrows while looking down at his baby sister, causing Emerson to laugh. Brynn knew he wouldn’t let her go until she told him, but after crossing her arms over her chest, she spoke defensively.
“None of your business, Felix. Now, move!” She raised her voice a notch, which caused her siblings to laugh once more. Felix took a step back and watched as his sister walked out of the room, a snicker escaping his lips as she slammed her door shut. Brynn couldn’t help but exhale angrily as she flopped down onto her bed. How did she end up with such rotten lineage? Pulling out her phone, she replied to Sean- they had been texting back and forth all day, which brought a smile to her face.
What didn’t bring a smile to her face, however, was that Sean had said earlier he didn’t want to go to the party tonight. That simply wouldn’t do. What could Brynn do to convince him? She knew begging and pleading wasn’t attractive, and the vague promise of sex wouldn’t entice him. All of a sudden a lightbulb went off in her head- she’d have to show him what he’d be missing if he didn’t come tonight.
Pulling the tie of her silk bathrobe and letting the fabric fall to the floor, she let the camera do the work for her. Snap. Text. Send.
Satisfied with her work, she covered herself up once more and continued applying makeup to her face, completing her look with MAC Ruby Woo, the color she only used for special occasions. After all, this was a special occasion- she was following her heart for once in her life. A buzz distracted her from her eyeliner, and a grin crossed her face at the blonde boy’s terse and simple response. Perfect. Typing back quickly and biting her lip at the thought of being with him in a matter of hours, she chose her words quite carefully before sending her text.
To: The Hotter Sterling
You better be. Tonight will be incredible, I promise ;) See you soooon
A post written by one @Universorum and a person named @melissahart
Featuring: Kit ‘Shop Sucks!’ Thomas and Wesley ‘No It Does NOT’ Bristow
Location: Woodshop
Time: 6th period, Tuesday
Kit hated woodshop. Like, she really truly did. It wasn’t that she didn’t have good ideas, she had those. It was that she wasn’t good at it! There was too much to think about. It wasn’t as simple as measuring and cutting, and it wasn’t as true as numbers, or even science. At least those things made sense. Woodshop was so much more than that! She had to think about what kind of wood she used. There were hardwoods, softwoods, and all this other kind of stuff in between. Truly, that isn’t even scratching the surface. It went so beyond that! There were over eighty five tools in the woodshop. Eighty. Five. Eight. And a five. It was obscene.
What was the difference between a router and a lathe? A drill and a hole saw? They both did the same thing, but had different bits! Why were they even called bits!? They were extensions, not bits. Kit had spent all day Monday trying to decide on some kind of project to do, and she’d finally decided she’d just woodburn her name, along with the Tekken logo, into a nice piece of dark oak, which the shop teacher had insured her would look lovely.
That was all well and good, but Kit had no fucking clue what she was doing. She had plugged the woodburner in, and found a piece of wood. She had planed it down to a smoothness, and then sanded away any bumps. That was easy. But she had no idea how to tell when the woodburner was at the proper temperature to… well, burn wood. Kit picked it up and stared at it for a few seconds, looking around for the teacher to ask for assistance…
No! She didn’t need help. She’d just figure out if it were hot the same way you figured out if anything was hot. Kit reached out with her index finger, and touched the tip. “MOTHERfucker!” She squealed, dropping the tool to the ground and stuffing her finger in her mouth.
Well, it was hot.
Wesley was sitting on a stool in the back corner, minding his own business while sanding some planks for a new project. Shop was his time to do what he wanted- he was in here enough that he and the teacher had an understanding of sorts. Wes was allowed to use the shop whenever he pleased, no questions asked, and in return he served as the pseudo “TA” of the course. It wasn’t a real position, as all the blonde boy really did was make sure that no one fucked around with the tools and machinery and do any permanent damage…. to the equipment, the teacher couldn’t care less if a student lost a finger to the bandsaw. So, Wes sat there, overseeing the rest of the students whilst plotting his next creation.
Things seemed calm for a Tuesday, too calm, so it didn’t surprise the boy in the slightest when a shriek came from the right half of the classroom, where a small Freshman stood sucking her finger like a baby sucked a pacifier. Jesus. Walking with a sense of purpose, Wesley grabbed the woodburner off of the ground, and put it back on its holster. Turning to the young girl, he couldn’t help but scold her.
“You’re not supposed to use it without gloves. It’s literally written in bold letters.” He motioned to the tell tale sign on the countertop where the woodburner sat, where in very, very large font read “CAUTION: WEAR GLOVES WHILE USING, EXTREMELY, HOT”. Taking her shoulders, he guided her towards the sink and flipped on the cold faucet to its absolute maximum. “Soak it.”
Kit let herself be led over to the sink, and stuck her finger under the running water. She let it soothe her hand for a bit, before she began her protests, “I wasn’t sure when it was hot! I didn’t know how else to check it. I guess I could have touched it to the wood but then it would have smudged the wood and the whole project would have been ruined. Woodshop sucks! I wanted to make a box, but noooo, I can’t make another box. I have to do something unique and fresh.” Kit huffed, blowing a raspberry with her lips before she finally retracted her hand. She held it up close to her face and blew on it. Red? Yes. Burned? Yes. Blistered… nope, that wouldn’t be happening this time! She was satisfied. “Thanks! I’m Kit.”
Wesley let the girl ramble on, rolling his eyes in the process as she defended her decision to touch the versa tool. Like, who does that? Quite frankly, he didn’t care that she had burned herself, Wes was more concerned with the fact that this freshman was even allowed in the shop. “Sacrifice the project, not your skin. Bad choice, in my opinion.” Wes huffed, leaning against the wall next to the sink, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well Kit, woodshop does not suck, you just gotta figure out what you need in life and the rest is easy.” You could make absolutely anything in the shop, much more than a silly box. “I’m Wes.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Wes. Here’s the thing: I don’t need anything. I just want to pass the class and move on, man.” Kit complained, looking back at the station where she’d left the piece of wood and the wood burner. “Well, what do you think I should make? I’m open to suggestions! My thing is, I don’t really need a whole lot. I would like to make a grandfather clock, but it’s wayyyy too complicated for me. You have to build the clock, then the mechanisms of the clock… I don’t even know how a clock would really work! Maybe I can make one though, I’m pretty… smart.”
Wes chuckled, “Can I let you in on a secret? Everyone passes this class. Do you see the teacher anywhere?” He motioned around, and sure enough, the instructor was nowhere to be found. “He doesn’t care what you make. But, making a clock isn’t as hard as you think it is.” He walked over to one of the cabinets on the side of the room and pulled out one of the few Clock Hands kits that was in there. “This here is all you need. It runs on it’s own motor, so you don’t have to deal with the mechanisms and shit.” Wes held it out to her with a smirk.
Huh. She had never realized how inattentive the teacher was in this class… that seemed unsafe, to say the least. Then, this guy showed her a collection of kits! Kit was a big fan of kits. They made it easier to do work, because you just had to follow instructions. She may not have been an ultimate shop master, but she could follow instructions and put a kit together! “That’s totally wicked, I’ll just make a clock then. But I’m gonna need more wood. And more plans. Which means more drawing. Which means more time…” Kit blew at her blonde bangs dejectedly, but ultimately looked toward the room where the wood was stored. “I guess I’ll go see what we got…”
“I’m sure it won’t take you too long, since you can dictate how complicated you make it.” Wes stated looking around the room at what the other students were building. There were birdhouses, boxes, and lots of miscellaneous items, but no one else seemed to be making a clock like Kit wanted to. “Plus, you’d be the first to make a grandfather clock, which is pretty neat if you ask me.” He encouraged her, just like he did his little sister, who was also a Freshman. Kit reminded him of her in all of her innocence.
Kit was again being presented with choices… She’d have to look around on the internet for design ideas… She was creative, but that was mostly applicable when she was playing video games. She was creative in the sense that she was good with mixing up her moves and throwing off the opponent. Building grandfather clocks? Not as much. “Well.. I guess that’s cool. I’ll figure something out and get something done. Thank you for your help, Mister Wes! If I never anything else, I’ll come to you first.” She said, beaming at him. She gave a wide wave, and ducked into the wood room. Time to think.
Wes watched as she fled to the wood room, a chuckle escaping his lips. Mister Wes? What was he, 30? The freshman were getting younger and younger every single year. With a sigh, he meandered back over to his stool, ready to sit back and relax, when a shrill scream came from the other side of the shop.
So much for sitting there and doing nothing.
What was the difference between a router and a lathe? A drill and a hole saw? They both did the same thing, but had different bits! Why were they even called bits!? They were extensions, not bits. Kit had spent all day Monday trying to decide on some kind of project to do, and she’d finally decided she’d just woodburn her name, along with the Tekken logo, into a nice piece of dark oak, which the shop teacher had insured her would look lovely.
That was all well and good, but Kit had no fucking clue what she was doing. She had plugged the woodburner in, and found a piece of wood. She had planed it down to a smoothness, and then sanded away any bumps. That was easy. But she had no idea how to tell when the woodburner was at the proper temperature to… well, burn wood. Kit picked it up and stared at it for a few seconds, looking around for the teacher to ask for assistance…
No! She didn’t need help. She’d just figure out if it were hot the same way you figured out if anything was hot. Kit reached out with her index finger, and touched the tip. “MOTHERfucker!” She squealed, dropping the tool to the ground and stuffing her finger in her mouth.
Well, it was hot.
Wesley was sitting on a stool in the back corner, minding his own business while sanding some planks for a new project. Shop was his time to do what he wanted- he was in here enough that he and the teacher had an understanding of sorts. Wes was allowed to use the shop whenever he pleased, no questions asked, and in return he served as the pseudo “TA” of the course. It wasn’t a real position, as all the blonde boy really did was make sure that no one fucked around with the tools and machinery and do any permanent damage…. to the equipment, the teacher couldn’t care less if a student lost a finger to the bandsaw. So, Wes sat there, overseeing the rest of the students whilst plotting his next creation.
Things seemed calm for a Tuesday, too calm, so it didn’t surprise the boy in the slightest when a shriek came from the right half of the classroom, where a small Freshman stood sucking her finger like a baby sucked a pacifier. Jesus. Walking with a sense of purpose, Wesley grabbed the woodburner off of the ground, and put it back on its holster. Turning to the young girl, he couldn’t help but scold her.
“You’re not supposed to use it without gloves. It’s literally written in bold letters.” He motioned to the tell tale sign on the countertop where the woodburner sat, where in very, very large font read “CAUTION: WEAR GLOVES WHILE USING, EXTREMELY, HOT”. Taking her shoulders, he guided her towards the sink and flipped on the cold faucet to its absolute maximum. “Soak it.”
Kit let herself be led over to the sink, and stuck her finger under the running water. She let it soothe her hand for a bit, before she began her protests, “I wasn’t sure when it was hot! I didn’t know how else to check it. I guess I could have touched it to the wood but then it would have smudged the wood and the whole project would have been ruined. Woodshop sucks! I wanted to make a box, but noooo, I can’t make another box. I have to do something unique and fresh.” Kit huffed, blowing a raspberry with her lips before she finally retracted her hand. She held it up close to her face and blew on it. Red? Yes. Burned? Yes. Blistered… nope, that wouldn’t be happening this time! She was satisfied. “Thanks! I’m Kit.”
Wesley let the girl ramble on, rolling his eyes in the process as she defended her decision to touch the versa tool. Like, who does that? Quite frankly, he didn’t care that she had burned herself, Wes was more concerned with the fact that this freshman was even allowed in the shop. “Sacrifice the project, not your skin. Bad choice, in my opinion.” Wes huffed, leaning against the wall next to the sink, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well Kit, woodshop does not suck, you just gotta figure out what you need in life and the rest is easy.” You could make absolutely anything in the shop, much more than a silly box. “I’m Wes.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Wes. Here’s the thing: I don’t need anything. I just want to pass the class and move on, man.” Kit complained, looking back at the station where she’d left the piece of wood and the wood burner. “Well, what do you think I should make? I’m open to suggestions! My thing is, I don’t really need a whole lot. I would like to make a grandfather clock, but it’s wayyyy too complicated for me. You have to build the clock, then the mechanisms of the clock… I don’t even know how a clock would really work! Maybe I can make one though, I’m pretty… smart.”
Wes chuckled, “Can I let you in on a secret? Everyone passes this class. Do you see the teacher anywhere?” He motioned around, and sure enough, the instructor was nowhere to be found. “He doesn’t care what you make. But, making a clock isn’t as hard as you think it is.” He walked over to one of the cabinets on the side of the room and pulled out one of the few Clock Hands kits that was in there. “This here is all you need. It runs on it’s own motor, so you don’t have to deal with the mechanisms and shit.” Wes held it out to her with a smirk.
Huh. She had never realized how inattentive the teacher was in this class… that seemed unsafe, to say the least. Then, this guy showed her a collection of kits! Kit was a big fan of kits. They made it easier to do work, because you just had to follow instructions. She may not have been an ultimate shop master, but she could follow instructions and put a kit together! “That’s totally wicked, I’ll just make a clock then. But I’m gonna need more wood. And more plans. Which means more drawing. Which means more time…” Kit blew at her blonde bangs dejectedly, but ultimately looked toward the room where the wood was stored. “I guess I’ll go see what we got…”
“I’m sure it won’t take you too long, since you can dictate how complicated you make it.” Wes stated looking around the room at what the other students were building. There were birdhouses, boxes, and lots of miscellaneous items, but no one else seemed to be making a clock like Kit wanted to. “Plus, you’d be the first to make a grandfather clock, which is pretty neat if you ask me.” He encouraged her, just like he did his little sister, who was also a Freshman. Kit reminded him of her in all of her innocence.
Kit was again being presented with choices… She’d have to look around on the internet for design ideas… She was creative, but that was mostly applicable when she was playing video games. She was creative in the sense that she was good with mixing up her moves and throwing off the opponent. Building grandfather clocks? Not as much. “Well.. I guess that’s cool. I’ll figure something out and get something done. Thank you for your help, Mister Wes! If I never anything else, I’ll come to you first.” She said, beaming at him. She gave a wide wave, and ducked into the wood room. Time to think.
Wes watched as she fled to the wood room, a chuckle escaping his lips. Mister Wes? What was he, 30? The freshman were getting younger and younger every single year. With a sigh, he meandered back over to his stool, ready to sit back and relax, when a shrill scream came from the other side of the shop.
So much for sitting there and doing nothing.
Becca’s day at school had been rather uneventful, although these days, most things as mundane as school were uneventful to Becca. Brian’s announcement on the morning show had gone off without a hitch, and Troy had been a dutiful servant all day. In fact, the most intriguing part of the day could hardly even be considered an event. Her sister had gone missing. She knew Bailee had been around that morning, but she never showed up for homeroom or any other classes after that. She’d sent a quick text around lunchtime but had been met with no response. Curiouser and curiouser.
Once Becca had seated herself in her limo and James had begun driving the pristine carriage to the Helmsley estate. “James, was Bailee at home when you left?” Becca asked, pulling out her phone and doing the tedious work of scrolling through her Snapchat stories, skipping through most of them. The peasants of Beverly Hills rarely had anything interesting enough for her anyways. “Her car was parked outside when I left,” James said, his eyes locked to the road, earning a nod of acknowledgment from Becca.
At the estate, Becca strutted inside, followed by James, her bag slung over his shoulder. As he moved to go up the stairs, Becca placed a hand gently on his shoulder, smiling at him. “James, be a dear and find Bailee for me. Tell her I’ll be waiting outside, by the hedge maze,” she instructed, before strolling outside, back into the crisp January air. She waited, outside the hedge maze, looking back at the palace that was her home. When they were little, the triplets had loved the maze. They’d spend hours running through the labyrinth until their parents or James or some poor maid had to come drag them out. Becca smiled. Those had been the days.
Bailee’s day, in stark contrast to her twin sister’s, was quite eventful. Getting into fights was out of the ordinary for the brunette, especially a fight with her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in months. In complete disbelief of the situation that had occurred, Bailee walked away, ran out of the school to her car, and fled back to the Helmsley Estate. Distraction was the name of the game for the remainder of the day, as she had binged an entire season of crappy Netflix whilst lying in bed in her pajamas.
That in itself was extremely out of the ordinary.
Three raps on her door brought Bailee momentarily out of her blues. Pausing the millionth episode in a row of Gossip Girl she had watched today, she yelled out to whoever wished to speak to her. “Enter,” At her call, in walked James, who stated that her sister wanted to meet her down at the maze. Grumbling, she clamored out of bed, walking down the grand staircase towards where her sister awaited. “Hey Becs, how was your day?” The disheveled girl asked, stepping next to her twin.
“It was fine. A bit lacking though, considering your absence,” Becca said, looking her sister up and down. “Bails, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a mess,” she said, her eyebrows raised in concern. It was rare to see Bailee this disheveled. Her sister was always dressed to impress, so disappearing for a day of pajamas and bed rest was strange indeed for the young workaholic. “Where the hell were you today?”
Bailee rolled her eyes sarcastically, “Like I haven’t noticed I look like a mess,” She replied, followed by a sigh. There was a huge mirror in her room; it wasn’t like she could avoid her reflection all day. Crossing her arms over her chest, Bailee walked slightly in front of her sister, looking out over the maze pensively. “I left before homeroom, there was an… incident, and I didn’t want to stay.” Turning back around to face her sister, she raised her eyebrow. “The flyers?” Bailee asked, curious as to how her campaign went over in her absence.
“The flyers went well, so did Bri’s announcement. Most of the school will probably be there tonight. We’ve done good, Little Sister,” Becca said, her hands toying with the leaves of the hedge wall. “What was this incident?” Becca pried, giving her sister a teasing glance. Becca was perhaps the nosiest of the Helmsleys. If she wanted to know, she’d find out.
“Great, I’m glad.” Bailee truly was happy that her marketing ploy was a success, but that wasn’t the only thing on her mind, which caused her reaction to seem dull. Exhaling audibly, she looked over at Becs. “I ran into AJ today for the first time and it was while he was ruining his ex-boyfriend’s life…” She started, shaking her head in the process, still in shock of his harsh actions. “I got upset with him and called him Alfie and he went absolutely livid,”
Bails took a shaky breath before continuing. “I’ve truly never seen him so mad. He said I was stupid and dumb and he practically smashed my head in, but he hit the lockers instead…and then I slapped him.” Bailee’s face paled, “He said that I didn’t know how it feels to be led on and dumped and that the only risks I’m willing to take are with the company. And then he stormed off.”
“Didn’t he and Jamie break up months ago? God, I can never keep up,” Becca said, rolling her eyes. “Y’know sis, he isn’t wrong,” Becca said after a moment, doing her best to phrase her next words as carefully as possible. “You work all the time. I mean, when was the last time you really let loose, huh? The company is important, but there’s a lot more to the world than board meetings and business deals,” Becca said, looking over at Bailee, trying to gauge her reaction.
“Yeah, they did, but AJ clearly doesn’t care cause he literally walked up to Jamie and started making out with him, while he was talking to Marshall …” Bailee recounted. At her sister’s next words, the brunette looked down at the ground, ashamed. Helmsley Enterprises was her absolute world and everyone knew it, which did cause her awareness for the other parts of her life to be seriously lacking, which everyone knew too. “How can I let loose, Becs, I don’t have time! I have so many things to do. Board meetings and business deals are my future. They’re my present too. I could be taking over the company tomorrow if Dad wanted.”
Becca arched a brow, looking down at her sister and smirking. “Bails, Daddy doesn’t want you to take over tomorrow. You do. There will always be time for tomorrow, Helmsley Enterprises won’t disappear if you let loose every now and then,” Becca said. As harsh and careless Becca could be with those outside of her family, Becca loved her sister, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t somewhat worried about the toll the family business was taking on her. “Tonight why don’t you enjoy being seventeen and filthy rich for once in your life. Take shots, make out with a cute boy, have fun,” Becca suggested, grinning.
Bailee sighed. Her sister did have a point. As much as she wanted to, she knew that she truly wouldn’t be taking over her father’s business in the near future. The fact was, Bailee didn’t exactly know how to let loose. Rebelling and having fun, to her, was skipping a meeting every now and again, or sleeping in an extra hour when she shouldn’t. The girl didn’t even drink hard alcohol- the most she had ever had to drink was when she had an extra glass of wine at a business dinner and got a little tipsy. Looking up at her sister, she shrugged. “I really don’t have a clue as to how to enjoy being seventeen.” She admitted, even though she already knew her sister was well aware of this reality.
“Well aren’t you in luck. It just so happens, that I do,” Becca said, grinning and taking her sister’s hand and leading her back towards the house. “Now, let’s go get you out of these rags, and into something that will remind everyone in these hills that the Helmsleys are still the hottest sisters at this school.”
Bailee gave her sister an appreciative smile. It was moments like this that made her feel especially lucky that she was one of three. “I’m telling you right now though, I am not wearing anything too tight, and I am definitely NOT taking shots.”
Once Becca had seated herself in her limo and James had begun driving the pristine carriage to the Helmsley estate. “James, was Bailee at home when you left?” Becca asked, pulling out her phone and doing the tedious work of scrolling through her Snapchat stories, skipping through most of them. The peasants of Beverly Hills rarely had anything interesting enough for her anyways. “Her car was parked outside when I left,” James said, his eyes locked to the road, earning a nod of acknowledgment from Becca.
At the estate, Becca strutted inside, followed by James, her bag slung over his shoulder. As he moved to go up the stairs, Becca placed a hand gently on his shoulder, smiling at him. “James, be a dear and find Bailee for me. Tell her I’ll be waiting outside, by the hedge maze,” she instructed, before strolling outside, back into the crisp January air. She waited, outside the hedge maze, looking back at the palace that was her home. When they were little, the triplets had loved the maze. They’d spend hours running through the labyrinth until their parents or James or some poor maid had to come drag them out. Becca smiled. Those had been the days.
Bailee’s day, in stark contrast to her twin sister’s, was quite eventful. Getting into fights was out of the ordinary for the brunette, especially a fight with her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in months. In complete disbelief of the situation that had occurred, Bailee walked away, ran out of the school to her car, and fled back to the Helmsley Estate. Distraction was the name of the game for the remainder of the day, as she had binged an entire season of crappy Netflix whilst lying in bed in her pajamas.
That in itself was extremely out of the ordinary.
Three raps on her door brought Bailee momentarily out of her blues. Pausing the millionth episode in a row of Gossip Girl she had watched today, she yelled out to whoever wished to speak to her. “Enter,” At her call, in walked James, who stated that her sister wanted to meet her down at the maze. Grumbling, she clamored out of bed, walking down the grand staircase towards where her sister awaited. “Hey Becs, how was your day?” The disheveled girl asked, stepping next to her twin.
“It was fine. A bit lacking though, considering your absence,” Becca said, looking her sister up and down. “Bails, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a mess,” she said, her eyebrows raised in concern. It was rare to see Bailee this disheveled. Her sister was always dressed to impress, so disappearing for a day of pajamas and bed rest was strange indeed for the young workaholic. “Where the hell were you today?”
Bailee rolled her eyes sarcastically, “Like I haven’t noticed I look like a mess,” She replied, followed by a sigh. There was a huge mirror in her room; it wasn’t like she could avoid her reflection all day. Crossing her arms over her chest, Bailee walked slightly in front of her sister, looking out over the maze pensively. “I left before homeroom, there was an… incident, and I didn’t want to stay.” Turning back around to face her sister, she raised her eyebrow. “The flyers?” Bailee asked, curious as to how her campaign went over in her absence.
“The flyers went well, so did Bri’s announcement. Most of the school will probably be there tonight. We’ve done good, Little Sister,” Becca said, her hands toying with the leaves of the hedge wall. “What was this incident?” Becca pried, giving her sister a teasing glance. Becca was perhaps the nosiest of the Helmsleys. If she wanted to know, she’d find out.
“Great, I’m glad.” Bailee truly was happy that her marketing ploy was a success, but that wasn’t the only thing on her mind, which caused her reaction to seem dull. Exhaling audibly, she looked over at Becs. “I ran into AJ today for the first time and it was while he was ruining his ex-boyfriend’s life…” She started, shaking her head in the process, still in shock of his harsh actions. “I got upset with him and called him Alfie and he went absolutely livid,”
Bails took a shaky breath before continuing. “I’ve truly never seen him so mad. He said I was stupid and dumb and he practically smashed my head in, but he hit the lockers instead…and then I slapped him.” Bailee’s face paled, “He said that I didn’t know how it feels to be led on and dumped and that the only risks I’m willing to take are with the company. And then he stormed off.”
“Didn’t he and Jamie break up months ago? God, I can never keep up,” Becca said, rolling her eyes. “Y’know sis, he isn’t wrong,” Becca said after a moment, doing her best to phrase her next words as carefully as possible. “You work all the time. I mean, when was the last time you really let loose, huh? The company is important, but there’s a lot more to the world than board meetings and business deals,” Becca said, looking over at Bailee, trying to gauge her reaction.
“Yeah, they did, but AJ clearly doesn’t care cause he literally walked up to Jamie and started making out with him, while he was talking to Marshall …” Bailee recounted. At her sister’s next words, the brunette looked down at the ground, ashamed. Helmsley Enterprises was her absolute world and everyone knew it, which did cause her awareness for the other parts of her life to be seriously lacking, which everyone knew too. “How can I let loose, Becs, I don’t have time! I have so many things to do. Board meetings and business deals are my future. They’re my present too. I could be taking over the company tomorrow if Dad wanted.”
Becca arched a brow, looking down at her sister and smirking. “Bails, Daddy doesn’t want you to take over tomorrow. You do. There will always be time for tomorrow, Helmsley Enterprises won’t disappear if you let loose every now and then,” Becca said. As harsh and careless Becca could be with those outside of her family, Becca loved her sister, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t somewhat worried about the toll the family business was taking on her. “Tonight why don’t you enjoy being seventeen and filthy rich for once in your life. Take shots, make out with a cute boy, have fun,” Becca suggested, grinning.
Bailee sighed. Her sister did have a point. As much as she wanted to, she knew that she truly wouldn’t be taking over her father’s business in the near future. The fact was, Bailee didn’t exactly know how to let loose. Rebelling and having fun, to her, was skipping a meeting every now and again, or sleeping in an extra hour when she shouldn’t. The girl didn’t even drink hard alcohol- the most she had ever had to drink was when she had an extra glass of wine at a business dinner and got a little tipsy. Looking up at her sister, she shrugged. “I really don’t have a clue as to how to enjoy being seventeen.” She admitted, even though she already knew her sister was well aware of this reality.
“Well aren’t you in luck. It just so happens, that I do,” Becca said, grinning and taking her sister’s hand and leading her back towards the house. “Now, let’s go get you out of these rags, and into something that will remind everyone in these hills that the Helmsleys are still the hottest sisters at this school.”
Bailee gave her sister an appreciative smile. It was moments like this that made her feel especially lucky that she was one of three. “I’m telling you right now though, I am not wearing anything too tight, and I am definitely NOT taking shots.”
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