Alexa was probably mad at him, but Christopher wasn't too worried about it. He didn't take most things seriously, and Alexandra throwing one of her very common bitch fits wasn't going to be enough to change that about him. Besides, he knew that he didn't do anything wrong. She could mope all she wanted about him being friends with Shay, but he was friends with her before this little fight between the sisters. Hell, he had just spent two months traveling through Europe with her! Alexandra was very clearly living in some delusional, fantasy world if she seriously believed that he was petty enough to just sever his ties with Shay too, all because Lex had been a brat to her sister. That wasn't to say that Chris was abandoning Lex either, but he just wanted to stay out of the fight. He had no qualms with poking fun at both sisters about them feuding, but he wasn't going to seriously get involved. He had enough experience with his own sisters' constant fighting to know that it was better to let them hash it out themselves.
Rather than chase her up to her room, where he speculated she had went, Chris headed to the guest bedroom he was calling his own. Flying to New York and back in a span of twenty-four hours was draining, to say the least, but he was never one to crash before the party even started. If it came to it, he knew that he still had a few tabs of ecstasy buried in one of his bags, and that would surely wake him up. With his sisters both being present though, Chris decided to use that as a last ditch resort. First, he figured that taking a long shower would help him, and after over twenty minutes in the hot water, he did step out feeling refreshed. Next was what he was supposed to wear. Shay's response to his text was no use. He knew he couldn't wear red, white and blue, but that didn't do much help in figuring out what he could wear. Defying his laziness, he did a quick search of the colors as he simultaneously sifted through the clothes he had brought. He didn't know where he had gotten it, but when he found the pair of swim trunks, he knew that had to be his attire for the evening. At least until one of his sisters murdered him.
To: Alexa
As long as it's a pool party, I'm there
He responded to Alexandra's text with a selfie of him in his outfit, if the tiny swimsuit could even be considered that, and then headed out of his bedroom. "Yo, Shay," he called obnoxiously when he stopped in front of her closed bedroom door. A few quick knocks on the door, and Chris was letting himself in. Needless to say, Ariana was the absolute last person he expected to find in that bedroom. Maybe Carson and Shay getting it on, Shay strangling Lex, or rolling her eyes at Colette's antics... but Ari? What the fuck was this about? Whether he should have been or not, Christopher was used to being obnoxious enough around his sisters to not feel weird about his skimpy attire in front of Ari. In fact, despite seeing her there and still being immensely confused about whatever this duo was doing together, he walked in with a grin on his face. "So I took your advice and looked up your party colors, and I decided to go with sloth and envy. You know, because everyone thinks I'm lazy, and because everyone's jealous of how fucking awesome my body looks when it's not being trapped underneath clothes." Okay, maybe being dressed like this around his older, stick-up-her-ass, sister was a little bit awkward, but Chris just decided to restrict eye contact. At least then he wouldn't have to witness her head bursting into flames when she reacted to him. "And just in case, do you think that if shit hits the fan after I bang your sister tonight, you'll cover for me by saying I'm your boyfriend to Owen too?" He was being playful; he had been the one, less than an hour before, to defend Shay's relationship with Carson to Lex, but it wasn't infrequent that Chris went a little overboard with his sense of humor...