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Dane Elkner

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a character in “City Living”, as played by StarStruck

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Full Name:
Dane Christopher Elkner

Nickname:
N/A

Age:
24

DOB:
October, 27th

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hex Code:
#456e48

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Personality:
Dane is a hardworking man who has always lived by the "less is more" motto. He was raised with four siblings, so hand-me-down clothes and shared toys were second nature to him. His parents did the best with what they had, and always taught him that with hard work, anything is attainable. Dane isn't the most academically intelligent person in the world, and was always an average student growing up, but he knows how to put effort into the things that he values, and like his parents told him, it has always paid off. He's the kind of person who likes things that are simple, and people who are upfront. He hates playing games with people and having to try and read the real meaning behind people's actions. It's one of the biggest reasons for why he's always struggled in romantic relationships. If his girlfriend told him they weren't mad at him, even when they were, and apparently it was obvious, he would take their word for not being mad, and move on. He never understood why people couldn't just be upfront with their feelings, and the confusion behind that in itself probably shows that he isn't incredibly perceptive or good at reading people. However, it also points to how he's an honest and straight forward person in his own life.

He's more humble than he is conceited, and he tries his best to treat people fairly. Aside from being oblivious when it comes to hidden meanings, Dane's personality also struggles in terms of how he can get very overwhelmed when trying to deal with multiple things at once. His mind works best when focusing on one thing, especially when it's something he's good at, so if someone asked him to do something that he knows he's bad at, he'll struggle more than one would expect. He can fix your car's transmission or your air conditioning unit in a minute, but ask him to bake you a cake or draw a picture of someone, and you'll be able to tell quite easily that he's stressed out. Surprisingly for a guy of his size, who prioritizes working out so much, that stress doesn't come out in the form of outward anger or aggression, but more so, inward aggression and insecurity. He is more sensitive than he likes to admit, and can be pretty hard on himself about the most unnecessary things. It leads to him not putting himself out there socially as much as he could, especially when it comes to girls, since past experience has led him to believe that that's one of the things he's bad at.

Likes:
Working out, the outdoors, hands-on work, beer, home cooked meals, his parents, dogs, cars, basketball, sour candy, warm weather, action movies

Dislikes:
Most kinds of seafood, overly sweet cocktails, feeling short on money, when the subway is delayed, traffic, rodents

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Background:
Dane was born into The Elkner Family, one that consisted of his father, John, mother, Mary, older sister, Grace, and older brother, Lawrence, when he was born. In the years following his birth, his parents had two more children, Nicole, and Brennan. The Elkners were a middle class family who lived off of John's income as the owner of an automobile mechanic shop, and the money that Mary made on the side by running a mini-daycare inside of their home. Things were never perfect in their house, and they didn't have everything they wanted, but Dane always knew that he was lucky to have parents who could provide the necessities to him, and he was happy with that. He had fairly good relationships with both of his parents growing up, be he always idolized his father. John was a good man, one who came off as being abrasive and rough to a lot of people, but also one who was always willing to take late payments on car repairs for struggling families, and who valued his customers and community more than he needed to. Beyond that, he was a good father, and a good husband, and Dane's absolute role model from a young age. Every day after school, instead of walking directly home, he would stop at his father's shop and spend a couple of hours with the man, learning how cars worked and how to fix things. He was mostly just useful to hand his father tools when the man was stuck deep under a hood of a car, or under the car entirely, but as he got older, he became more helpful, and more eager to do hands on work. His father always let him, too. He was earnest to have a son who was interested in the same thing as him, and he appreciated Dane's willingness to get his hands dirty and help out around the shop.

He was an average student in school, and excelled at basketball. It was another interest that he and his father shared, and though the man had a bad knee now and couldn't help Dane practice, he was able to relive his old glory days of excelling at the sport through his son. Upon graduating high school, Dane was offered a scholarship to a few schools in the country for basketball, but none of them were full rides. He, instead, opted to attend his community college on a full basketball scholarship. Here, he got a degree in Industrial Maintenance Technology, as well as a certification in HVAC maintenance. Though he wanted to simply stop at that, and either find work in that field or work at his father's car shop, he was offered a decent transfer scholarship to the University of Pittsburgh for basketball, and his parents insisted that he accept it. He wasn't a starting player, but Dane wasn't even incredibly passionate about the sport at that point where he cared. All he cared about was that he was getting money to go to school, and even though the mechanical engineering program he enrolled him had him tempted to drop out on more than one ocassion, he was glad when he finally graduated at twenty-two years old. After graduation, he spent the summer at home, looking for jobs and right before Thanksgiving of last year, he made the move to New York City, where he secured a job as an HVAC engineer.

Occupation:
HVAC engineer, Handyman on the side

Hometown:
He spent the first twenty-three years of his life in Pittsburgh, PA, before moving to NYC.

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Height:
6'2

Weight:
~180 lbs

Eye Color:
Green

Face Claim:
Matthew Noszka

So begins...

Dane Elkner's Story

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Ted McBride Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Loyde Pegasus Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson Character Portrait: Dane Elkner Character Portrait: Jade Brooks

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 5:30 PM


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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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"Awww yaaaaayyy!" Tony cried the second her uncle Miguel walked through their apartment door with three of her male cousins close behind him, though Tony's gaze was obviously not at all on them. While Wes shook his head and greeted his cousins, Tony's gaze was fixated on the covered square dish, the contents of which she was already familiar with considering how many times her aunt Guadalupe had made her special pineapple rum cake specifically for Tony while making a much larger one for the family. "You know you're sharing, right?" Came from a smirking Weston as he adhered to Ricky's demand that music be played considering the silence that had followed Brooklyn's earlier departure. Tony sneered at him while retorting, "You know you can kiss my ass, right?" In all the years that Guadalupe had ever made the pineapple rum cake, Tony had never shared. At least, with anyone but Wes. But she wasn't going to remind him of that little fact if he continued to be over in the moon with that peanut butter silk pie.

After teasing that Brooklyn could have always had her if she really wanted her, Tony had seen the blonde off, turned the music down so that she could finish on the rest of the dinner, and Wes had returned with the ingredients they would need. Naturally, Tony wound up changing since she liked to say she wasn't rude enough to just walk around with booty shorts and a three sizes too big sweatshirt (Wes had begged to differ, but there was only so much arguing one could offer when a pillow is shoved in their face) while Wes put in some time to do work on his Thanksgiving math packet (mind you, who the hell decided that they needed to give out packets that literally only consisted of three problem-solving questions that required you actually studied trigonometry on your day off), which meant virtual silence. Tony had pulled away from stirring up the gravy that she had just added a touch of cayenne to when there had been a knock on the door and Wes opening it for their family members.

"You know Lupe is not too happy with you not showing up this year, Tony," her uncle asked as he followed her back into the kitchen so that she could make sure that all of the burners were off. Tony sighed, wiping her rather clean hands on her dark jeans so as to have something to do. "And I said I'd make it up to her on Christmas, okay? I just...wanted to do this," she explained, daring him with her eyes to press any further on a conversation (she was calling it a Chick Flick moment and she wasn't here for it, thanks) she didn't want to have. And the "I know, I know" that was supposed to placate her did nothing of the sort. Yet and still, and Tony blamed it on the holidays and not the fact that she would have honestly caved if it had been absolutely anyone in her family to reach out, Tony acquiesced when Miguel wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, leaning into his warmth despite his not being that much taller than her. Miguel was the shortest of his siblings, after all, and even his sons took more after his wife than him in that department, though not by much. "ΒΏTe estΓ‘s cuidando a ti mismo?" (Are you taking care of yourselves?) Tony knew he hadn't asked to be mean or question her ability to provide for her brother and herself without assistance - that he absolutely trusted her to have nothing but Wes' best intentions at heart - but it didn't stop her from feeling affronted and biting back, "Haven't I always?" It came out much more bitter than she anticipated, but Tony didn't shrink away from it once the words were out. Miguel only raised an eyebrow at the sensitivity until, like she did when she was three and he was calling her on her bullshit about the old antique plate falling on its own from the locked china cabinet, Tony folded and said quietly, "SΓ­." He only smirked and tilted her head so that he could kiss the top of it, muttering into her hair, "Bueno." Tony hurried to get out from under his hold, already ready to be done with the randomly tense moments when there was drinks to be had and food to be eaten. "Go drink a beer or something. You're getting sentimental with age or something, old man." And promptly ignored her uncle's knowing grin as she whipped out her phone to text and see where Sam was and if Rowan was going to say hi before everyone left, getting a beer for herself while she was at it.

To: Sam
Food's ready and my family's here. Don't forget to wear that top I love so well, gorgeous!

To: Rowan
I see how it is. Loved you first and I can't even get a Happy Thanksgiving visit first?? You suck!

To: Dane
I have food and I'm going to Deja's a bit later to get wasted. You in?

To: Deja
Entertaining fam right now, but I'll be over soon with pie and jungle juice.

Wes punched Ricky's shoulder for the second time since the older Garcia had been in their apartment. They had always had a rather biting but playful relationship, and Wes appreciated it. Rick, Emmanuel, and Alex were the only cousins he felt the closest to, and there were about five more closer to their ages, when not including the three babies. Whether or not everyone wanted to say it (and trust Tony to be the one to call people on it), Wes wasn't exactly oblivious to the sneers and judgmental stares due to his father's infidelity. He also didn't understand how that infidelity had anything to do with him other than result in his creation. He didn't ask for his Dad to cheat on Tony's mom and he most certainly did not ask to be in this world. But, of course, he was better suited to ignore the issue than Tony who had point-blankly called their aunt Yovanna a straight up bitch who needed to be more concerned with figuring out the day when their uncle George would start asking if the twins were really his or not. Newsflash - they looked nothing like him. Everyone else was just being nice about it.

Which was why he was happy that Ricky and the others were here. Tony wouldn't say it, but even Wes knew that it was weird for to not have at least some of her family with her. Especially after all the work she had done. Tony had never done the full Thanksgiving meal; she never had to. Wes wasn't exactly horrible at cooking. On a good day, he could make an omelet without it falling apart too much, he had only burned toast once his entire life, instant oatmeal seemed to work for him, and if he had supervision and instructions, he could possibly bake cookies with the pre-made dough. So, he liked seeing Tony's easy smile behind her beer bottle as she pulled Emmanuel into a headlock because he said something about her being a housewife. "Oh, hey, Tones, where's that pie for Collin and Cara?" Wes asked after a beat, the thought hitting him once Ricky mentioned wanting a bite of the apple dutch one still sitting on the counter. "That's not for you!" Tony snapped, directing a pointed finger at Ricky with a glare that begged him to try her patience. Tony had picked up smacking greedy hands with a spatula from Guadalupe and that was just dangerous. It didn't stop Wes from laughing quietly. Tony flicked her head over to where the chocolate pie sat and Wes grinned. "Cool. I'll be back." His shoulder brushed Tony's as he went by her, and Wes caught her small smile (she wasn't as against giving the Forresters things as she wanted them to believe and he'd happily tell Collin about how sentimental the holidays made Tony), and grabbed the pie. He was already out the door as he text Collin, trekking across the hall to their apartment before knocking on the door without checking to see if the door was unlocked. Brooklyn might have felt comfortable with just waltzing into their apartment, but the feeling was definitely not mutual.

To: Collin
Tony sends her love through a chocolate pie that I feel half inclined to eat myself if you don't open this door for me, man

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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This was the first Thanksgiving that Dane was spending away from his family. He didn't have a heart-wreching story as to why he didn't travel back to Pennsylvania last night or even this morning. He was still in New York, simply because his company's vacation days worked on a seniority basis, and since he had only been employed there for a year, it was expected that he wouldn't get a ton of holidays off. He didn't really mind it, though. While he loved his mother's annual Thanksgiving meal, he had made it home for a quick weekend trip last weekend, where she had prepared a mini-Thanksgiving just for him. He could usually find flights for as low as $200 round trip, so visiting his family every so often was doable for Dane, and missing one holiday wasn't a big deal because of that. Plus, apparently, his father and two younger siblings had managed to acquire the stomach virus sometime yesterday anyway, so he wasn't missing out on a very fun and social holiday to begin with. While he wasn't quite distraught that he wasn't going to make it back home tonight, he was sort of confused about what he was supposed to do. If there was any city in the world that you wanted to spend a holiday alone in, it would be New York, because there was so much to do there. You weren't the only one who didn't have a traditional family dinner to sit down to, and there were still many restaurants and stores open that otherwise wouldn't be, in suburbs or small towns. Luckily for Dane, though, he didn't even have to resort to spending the evening alone. He had received invitations to sit down for dinner at Deja's, and at Antonia's, and though the invitation had come from Jesse and not the hostess herself, he assumed that he could show up at Cara's too, if he wanted to. Dane wasn't really into that, showing up half welcome, kind of thing though, so he figured that his two options for the night were Deja and Tony. Deja's had been the only official invitation he had received, days in advance, as Tony's only got to him now, as he glanced in the mirror on the way out of his apartment, to make sure that he looked presentable. He set the bottle of wine that he had picked up for Deja's down on the counter as he sent a message back to Tony.

To: Tony
Definitely down. Be by in a minute.


He was already running late to Deja's, so he figured that being a few extra minutes late wasn't going to hurt anyone. Instead of bringing the wine with him to Tony's, though, Dane grabbed a six pack of beer from his fridge, and left his apartment with that. He had only bought the wine for Deja, not because he thought she was a wine fanatic or anything, but because he was used to his father bringing wine over to the house of whoever was hosting a party. It was a simple gift, and as his father said, as long as it wasn't cheap wine, it was appropriate for most occasions. He didn't drink wine regularly himself so he didn't have an extra bottle to take for Tony, but he figured that a six pack of beer would at least be somewhat appropriate. He didn't have anything else to offer, so it was really that or nothing, and he didn't worry too much about it as he headed down the hall and knocked on her apartment door. As he waited for someone to answer, he pulled out his phone once more, this time sending texts to Deja and Jesse.

To: Deja
Sorry for being late. I got out of work later than expected and am just stopping by Tony's for a little. See ya soon.

To: Jesse
Staying at Cara's all night?

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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"No biggie, babe. Some people," Tony went back to pointely staring at Ricky after brushing off Sam's refusal to do the prayer, "can make themselves useful and do it. Might as well repent for their sinful ways." Ricky flipped her the bird again, but considering the light glare his Dad tossed him, Tony was well aware that he was on the way to conceding defeat on this matter. So, Tony only offered a bright grin of triumph and turned back to Sam. "I always want, love." When the other woman went to start making her own drink, Tony turned back to her family just as Miguel had gotten on his feet and nudged Ricky to get on with the prayer. Unless it was a big group, like when the family normally got together, prayer wasn't a huge deal. During the holidays, and big family meals, Tony had to endure long prayers that were honestly filled with more shade and judgement than she was pretty sure the lord needed to hear, and it always had her ready to reach across the table for a dinner roll despite knowing that one of her aunts was watching like a hawk. Luckily, during a low-key dinner like the one she had been planning, all that was needed was a few quick words of thanks and appreciation - spoken with warmth, sure, for the sake of not sounding too much like the heathens they all were - and it was time to eat.

Which was why Ricky didn't take too long nor was Sam needed to be still for the entirety of his prayer. Tony repeated a quiet "Amen" upon the end of his very brisk prayer and exclaimed, "Have at it. That's all any of y'all are good for anyway." Ducking a thrown pillow from one of her cousins, Tony felt her phone vibrate again. For a split second, she thought it would be Wes, informing her that he was hanging with Collin for a few, which was something she had expected. Instead, it was a text from Brooklyn that made her furrow her brows in confusion for a moment before rolling her eyes, responding, and putting her phone back into her pocket in favor of going back to the front door and opening it to see Dane waiting. "Well, hello stranger," she said somewhat breathlessly, playfully, leaning against the door frame, a teasing smirk forming. She made a point of raking her eyes from Dane's shoes up to his eyes, though they both knew how much she flirted with him and didn't always mean it. "Fancy seeing you here."

To: Brooke
Love you, but not enough to bring your other blonde bestie my magnanimous presence. Got food and fam to entertain me with



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Did Wes have every intention of at least staying for a few minutes and doing some Thanksgiving greetings? Definitely. Holly had talked nonstop days before about spending Thanksgiving with Cara, so Wes knew for a fact that he wouldn't be forgiven easily if he didn't at least try to sit with them for a bit. Sure, his and Collin's sisters did not get along, but that had nothing to do with either of them, so he and the blonde male were cool. Good friends, even. That didn't stop Wes from giving Collin a half-hearted glare that he hurried to cover up the second Holly bounded over into his space. "Happy Thanksgiving, Holly," he deadpanned, not even bothering for a moment to correct her on that inclusion of Tony's presence along with two of her favorite foods. Especially considering Brooklyn seeming to agree with the nickname Wes was pretty sure he had never heard from the redhead, which made him blush a lot harder than he wanted to admit. Luckily, Cara had come over to usher Holly away and Wes could officially glare at Collin. "You're a real piece of work, Forrester," he mildly threatened and walked further into the apartment, shoving the dessert (albeit carefully, since Tony would have his head if he managed to destroy her "masterpiece" before a knife could) into Collin's hands as he did so.

Wes' eyes fell on those in attendance and he smiled, shoving his hands into the pockets a touch nervously, but made sure to exude friendliness. "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone," he exclaimed. The only people in the room Wes had much of a relationship was with Holly, Collin, and perhaps Brooklyn. He liked the latter, not a lot considering she was more of Tony's friend and he was probably just Tony's little brother, but she wasn't as mean to him as others might have said. Or had to experience - they didn't talk much. Jesse, again, was Tony's friend and he was frequently at the apartment. The guy wasn't bad, that much Wes had surmised, though he could probably do without the two of them fooling around on some of the late nights considering the walls were thinner than at their childhood home. He and Jude rarely interacted, Makayla was nice when Wes did manage to get more than a few words out of her, and Cara...that was another story altogether. She had never been rude to him, that much was certain. But there was no denying how uncomfortable he sometimes felt knowing what Tony disliked about her and well, sensing it for himself. He understood and empathized a bit better than Tony; if there was a snootiness about Cara, it had been a part of her culture. She couldn't just turn it off at will. At the same time, every now and then, she just didn't make him feel as welcome, though unwittingly on her part, he reasoned. More importantly, though, Wes just didn't know how he was supposed to act in this setting. He had known this apartment had tension for awhile and no one wanted to be in the middle of it, even if everyone seemed like they were going to behave for the holiday. "Tones is entertaining some family right now, but she sent me and the pie to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I don't mean to intrude for too long."

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Dane found himself smirking initially, at Tony's greeting. It was impossible for him to not crack a smile with her, usually, but the way that she looked him up, from feet to head, was so... it was so Tony, and he wanted to either roll his eyes at her, or do the same to her, but hearing voices behind her distracted him enough to leave it at a simple, "Seemed sinful to turn down an offer of food coming out of your kitchen." However, a second later, he decided to be just a bit more playful, the smile on his face widening just a bit as he said, "Plus, I've been so busy with work this week that I figured I shouldn't deprive you of my presence for much longer. You know, gotta be a good friend and all." Flirting with Tony was an interesting thing for Dane, because he normally only flirted with girls that he wanted to get into bed with. He was usually a very upfront guy. He didn't like playing games, and he never would lead someone on if he wasn't interested in them. The exception here, was that he was attracted to Tony, and would probably get into bed with her in a heartbeat, but also, just that he knew that flirting was something that was basically ingrained in Tony's personality. He knew that by now, so it was something he always took lightly.

Tony was leaning on the door frame, so he couldn't completely step into the apartment, but he managed to wiggle past her enough to notice that there were more people over than expected. She hadn't mentioned that she had family over. Sam was one thing, but Dane definitely felt the need to act differently around someone's family. "I didn't realize you had family over. Want me to just meet you at Deja's? Not trying to intrude on your holiday." he asked, switching to a more serious demeanor now. He had no problem with socializing with her family, so it absolutely wasn't anything against him. His thing, was that he felt like he was intruding by being there. Like out of respect, he should let them have their own family time. It wasn't like Tony's apartment didn't smell like pure heaven... but Dane was surprisingly able to suppress his hunger in favor of remembering his morals.

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Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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Location: Apartment 5B
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Despite Deja's good nature and down to earth personality she absolutely loved being the center of attention. As she and her friends gathered around the table, affectionate touches and comments were being bounced toward her and Deja soaked up every moment of it. First, there was Thomas's slightly inappropriate hand hold, which he attributed to instincts. His comment made Deja wonder what instincts he had that she didn't possess, but overall she didn't mind the interaction. In fact, knowing that Thomas was a little awkward with these sort of things she decided to tease him a bit. "Please," she said in a mock sexy voice, "Thomas, don't embarrass me in front of all of these nice people."

With that she made her way to her seat just as Liv began to speak. Of course, Olivielle was raving about Deja's food. This only seemed natural to Deja thinking that it was generally what the best friend was supposed to do. Deja grinned at the beautiful brunette as she continued to speak about getting married and ruling the world. "Babe, as much as I love you, we can't get married. It would just be too much for this world," she joked.

Deja was settled in her seat with Liv on one side and Thomas on the other side. She looked around at he friends and noted that a couple of them had requested to do Thanksgiving traditions. Not being a traditionalist herself, she thought that it would be nice if the group all decided to do some family tradition from each person's family or religion. That way everyone would have a little touch of home if they chose, and their little Thanksgiving "ceremony" would be all inclusive. Before announcing her plans she got a text from Dane. She texted him back quickly, ready to get things started.

To: Dane
It's all good. We're going to start with some Thanksgiving traditions so I don't think you'll miss the grub :)


Once there was a lull of silence Deja spoke. "Before we begin eating I thought it would be nice to do some Thanksgiving traditions together. That way we get to do those things we would otherwise miss doing with our families, or if that's not your style we can make something up! The tall blonde clapped hands together after her tiny speech and quickly grabbed her turkey hat which was discreetly hidden under the dining room table. "I'll start!" she squealed. Before explaining the turkey hat she put it on. Atop her head sat a small colorful turkey made out of cloth with googly eyes, and it had long legs that wore fake yellow converse. "So," she started, "My family doesn't really have any worthwhile traditions so I bought this-" Deja had to stop and laugh, finding great joy in the silliness of it all. This delusional humor wasn't unusual for Deja. Sometimes she just thought herself too funny."I bought this fucking turkey hat for the current and future hosts and hostesses of Thanksgiving in this building!"

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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"Such a gentleman," Tony purred, peering up at him from under her lashes. She honestly probably could have toned her foolishness down for a little bit longer, especially considering the fact that all she had in her system in terms of liquid courage was three beers. None of those were enough to blame her antics on alcohol since beers hardly affected her at all, but she couldn't help herself. Flirting had become like taking another breath for Tony, a fact that Wes had rolled his eyes about one too many times in the past. She couldn't honestly remember when it had become such an integral part of her personality, but before she knew it, she was spouting out absolute bullshit to people and batting her eyes before she had even became legal enough to follow through on some of the salacious promises she had hooked bar patrons with as a minor. Of course, none of them were Dane and they definitely weren't one of her friends. Not that that would have stopped her from ever flirting considering the way she had turned his presence into her own personal excuse to bombard him with her flirtations, but the truth was that Tony didn't always mean it. She couldn't always help it. Was she attracted to Dane? Undoubtedly so and she had no problem telling him that if he ever really wanted to know if he should take her seriously. At the same time, and it was probably a testament to the fact that she was a lot more complex than she would like to admit, Tony wasn't always one someone should take seriously.

With a look of boredom on her face upon Dane acknowledging her present company, Tony waved her hand behind her and moved out of his way, grasping his arm and pulling him in while stating, "Mi familia es su familia. They're not even staying long anyway." Once they both were inside, Tony glanced at her cousins and uncle, who had started making their plates, and at Sam. "Hey, guys! This is Dane. Behave." Emmanuel snorted derisively and Tony had the right mind to throw something at him, but it required her to release Dane and go to her couch, and that was more effort than she needed to be exerting after all that cooking. Turning back to Dane, Tony smiled, this time more tame, "You're welcome to eat something here. We're real chill and I'm planning on dragging Sam back to Deja to get wasted."

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At Deja's words, Thomas couldn't help but flush slightly. She knew he didn't have that much experience with this sort of thing, but he refused to let her get the better of him. Instead, he flashed her a smile and murmured as smoothly as possible, "Fine... We won't do this here."

When Olivielle and Deja teased each other, he said nothing, only raising an eyebrow at their antics as he nursed his drink. He nodded in agreement with the thanksgiving, but couldn't help but have his mood darkened at the mention of family traditions. Their thanksgiving meal was small, but his mom did her best to create a decent spread with what money she could scrape together for the holiday. They didn't do anything special, but it was always a happy time.

β€œAs for family traditions, I am a firm believer in creating your own, so let’s make our own traditions to night….my vote is for our tradition is to get too faded to remember our traditions!!”

"Here here," Thomas responded with a raised glass before draining it. He smiled slightly, "I am thankful that we can be here for this holiday. Here's to a night of questionable decisions.

He smirked over at Deja's hat.

"Dork," he teased.

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The smell of food that filled the Garcias apartment made it hard for Dane to want to leave anyway, but once Tony had led him inside and made his presence known to the others, he figured he had to stay regardless. He set the six pack of beer down on the counter, where Tony had other drinks lined up, and figured that it went without a formal saying that it was his offering in exchange for his invitation here. Before leaving them there, he took one of the beers out and opened it for himself, though. "Hey guys. Happy Thanksgiving,"
he said once he turned back to the others. He wasn't nervous, necessarily, because while he wasn't exactly exuberant, he also wasn't timid. However, he was just the type of person who needed a few minutes of time to prove that he wasn't really intruding, before loosening up. Seeing Sam there made him feel more comfortable, but then again, he knew that by now, she and Tony were probably like family with how frequently they saw each other. For a moment, Dane felt compelled to go over to the eldest male in the room, shake his hand and offer him a personal 'Happy Thanksgiving', but the man seemed preoccupied with his food, and Dane didn't want to interrupt that.

Sam's words made Dane crack a smile, and he figured that if she and Tony were talking about downing booze in front of Tony's family, he didn't have to be all that uptight about being respectful and proper in front of them either. He wasn't about to toss his morals to the wind, but he also knew that he could lighten up a bit. "Deja actually just texted me back," he said, glancing towards his phone momentarily, "So yeah, I'll definitely head over there with you guys when you do, but yeah, eating here beforehand sounds like a good idea. I never knew Deja was big on cooking." He and Deja were friends, good friends, actually, so it was surprising that he had never heard of her cooking talents, but then again, it wasn't like Dane was the kind of person who knew every detail about his friends lives. He doubted Deja sucked at making food if she was willingly doing it for a bunch of people, and the only doubt in his mind about eating her food stemmed from the idea that he assumed she had cooked it all while intoxicated or she had tampered with it in some harmless (but odd) way in one of her little pranks. Either way, he already knew that Tony's food smelled good, and he was here, so eating a plate of hers wasn't going to kill anyone. Plus, with Dane's appetite, he knew that there would always be room for seconds once he got to Deja's.

Like the guys, Sam had a plate full of food already, and though Dane was ready to make one for himself, he looked to Tony first, after Sam's words reminded him of Weston's absence. "Speaking of Weston, where do you want me to sit? Don't wanna take your bro's spot."

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Tony beamed with pleasure at Sam's compliment. She didn't exactly cook every day and she definitely was nowhere near ready to compete on Chopped, but when she did cook, she aimed to please. More than that, she aimed to bring back a little of her mother, a feat she only deemed possible during the holidays when all she had were memories of watching how methodical her mom had been about each step and the recipes she had the foresight of writing down back then for Tony's sake. But despite how sentimental she would verbally deny that she was being, she did like knowing that she was doing her mother's cooking justice. Tony herself wouldn't be able to tell you anything other than what tastes good with what. Wouldn't be able to come up with anything. But she was at least good at following instructions and that, in and of itself, was enough to have her beaming. Albeit, she dramatically flipped her hair in faux arrogance.

"Awww, shucks babe," she exclaimed, smiling widening into a wicked grin. "Why kick him out when you could just move in with lil ol' me? You know I'd share all of my space with you." Giggling at the way her uncle tossed her a rather disturbed expression, Tony turned back to Dane, shrugging at his curiosity over Deja's cooking. "I mean, if you wanna eat, you gotta be big on it. Even a little," she reasoned aloud. She too would have never pegged Deja for a cooker, but the girl's excitement for the holiday - for sharing it with everyone - probably either had her researching or asking around for recipes. Which wasn't anything new. Tony had old acquaintances who asked for one of her aunts' numbers every year for the best way to cook a turkey or a ham, and for that one casserole recipe they didn't know how to recreate. She figured that the food at Deja's was probably going to be good since, when she did put her mind to it, Deja was good at stuff. "Now, you're really stuck, D. Go make yourself a plate and sit where you want. Wes is a big boy. He can deal with no assigned seating at home." To show that there needed to not be any hesitation, Tony headed into the kitchen, picked up two paper plates and dangled one in Dane's direction.



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Nicest Cara had ever been or not, as soon as Collin pretty much willing (though really unwilling, but there seemingly wasn't much he could do now that the blonde had been summoned and by Brooklyn no less) to let him go, Wes ready to head back to his and Tony's apartment. For just a moment, he was obliged to feel guilty, but only a little. He had adhered to and respect Collin's invite to come over and even came with a gift. Not wanting to stay when he had actual family at his apartment was excuse enough to get back to it. Plus, Wes figured that he could always check on Collin later, see if his friend needed to use his apartment for the night to get away from whatever tension was present at Brooklyn and Cara's prolonged sharing of space. He couldn't really fathom how the hell the two girls managed to share an apartment when they obviously weren't fans of one another, but Weston also wasn't of the mind to stay for too long to figure out if the girls could manage at eating at the same table.

Turning back to Holly, Wes smiled again and said, "I'm headed home now, Holly. You should go enjoy Cara's food since it smells so good and I'll make sure to tell Tony to set you aside something if you want, okay?" If Collin really had wanted to, as he had said before jetting off to see whatever it was that Brooklyn wanted, he really could have used Holly to his advantage. Even if Wes would have been side-eyeing him for the rest of the night. Wes couldn't exactly explain it, but he really did like Holly. A lot more than he thought he would when they first met. But then again, it was something he and Tony agreed on. Something about Holly's energy could be contagious and she was...pure, for lack of a better word. He couldn't help but want to preserve that, indulge it. Even if that meant she occasionally had the skill of getting him to do what she wanted.

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Tony and Sam did enough insisting that Dane took the plate that Tony was offering him and began to make himself a plate. He thought that he was going light on the servings in order to be polite, but it spoke of his appetite when he was in that mindset, and yet sooner than later, his plate was completely full. With a beer in hand, he headed towards the table and upon finding an empty seat, he sat down. Though the girls insisted that taking someone else's seat wasn't a big deal, Dane couldn't help but to want to be polite. Even besides Weston, Dane didn't know if Tony had another family member in the bathroom or on their way, who he was going to be taking the seat of. He tried not to worry about it though, and once he was seated and was actually able to process all of the extraordinary looking (and smelling) food on his plate, those worries drifted to the back of his mind. "Was the bar crazy packed last night?" he said, looking to both Tony and Sam as he spoke. "The night before Thanksgiving is usually one of the biggest drinking nights of the year, right?" Dane wasn't sure if it was that way in New York, but back at home, it was true. The night was often called "Blackout Wednesday" and it was said that some of the bars were more packed then than they were on New Year's Eve. As a teenager (when his fake ID managed to actually work), and while in college, Dane often found himself drinking into oblivion on that night. Work had forced him to grow up quite a bit now, so he definitely had missed out on the usual partying last night, though if he had been free, he likely would have ended up at Tony's bar. It was the bar in the city that he felt most comfortable at, and he knew that it was always a good time there, even if she and Sam were too busy working to actually party with him.

He took a bite out of the food, then, and as he expected to be, he was quite pleased. The texture, the juiciness, the temperature, the taste... it was all spot on, and though Dane wouldn't have expected any less of Tony, he still had to grin with the mouth full of food at just how nicely it all overwhelmed his taste buds. A splash of the cold beer to wash it down made it even better.

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"Listen," Tony dragged out as she fixed her plate up, pausing in the middle of scooping out some of the stuffing to put on the plate as she fixed Dane with the most done expression she could muster. "If I never have to hear ole Billy talk about the gold ole days while drunk on his ass and holding me up when I'm tryin' to close, I will die happy." Miguel grunted in agreement. Billy was one of their oldest patrons at the bar, which was why Tony hadn't exactly cursed his name to the lowest pits of hell or told him off for passing out in one of the old booths. When she was younger, Billy gave wartime stories from his past and talked about some of the earlier days of the bar that he remembered. Tony had sat, back then, transfixed by the tales, even when her abuela had told her that he might have told a few fibs here and there. That didn't mean that he was exempt from getting some kind of tongue lashing when he was holding Tony up after a busy night like the pre-Thanksgiving drunk fest. Granted, he had been a bit more solemn than normal; Billy didn't have anymore living family in New York and he was adamant about not leaving, despite his eldest daughter's family asking him every year just to move to Virginia. He was a sweet man, though. Tony had walked him home, despite being bone-tired. "But dude, it was baaaaad. Especially the college kids cuz half of them couldn't afford to fly back home and were gonna have to deal with the higher Megabus tickets if they tried leaving this late. If I hadn't needed to cook this morning, I could've slept til' at least four." Not to mention that the holidays usually had Tony feeling a bit more invigorated than any of the other days of the year; she wouldn't have really been able to sleep comfortably, even if she really wanted to.

Just as Tony was finishing up with her plate and getting another beer, Wes walked through the door, blinking once when he saw the newest guest and then smiling. "Oh wow, Dane, hey man. Didn't know you'd be sliding through. Happy Thanksgiving," he greeted, closing the front door and walking further into the apartment. Wes liked Dane; he was one of the few guy friends Tony had that Wes genuinely felt comfortable with. Grinning wickedly, Tony skipped over to him with her plate and beer, exclaiming, "There's my Westy baby!" Wes stopped her with a hand before she could throw her arms around him as dramatically as she had planned. "Can you not? For like, one day?" Tony rolled her eyes, feigning displeasure and hurt as she slid over to the couch to perch herself on one of the arms. "You're no fun. Sam doesn't reject my affection. She even volunteered to sit in my lap." Wes smirked. "That's only because Sam doesn't have memories of you being part-Octopus at night whenever I had a nightmare." Wes shot her a long-suffering glance as Tony pouted, but she was smirking while Ricky was chuckling, so Wes was pretty sure he hadn't really hurt her feelings. Plus, she'd been sipping on alcohol all day. He doubted she was as sober as she wanted to believe that she was, even though it would take a lot more than just a few beers during the day to get Tony tipsy enough where one could genuinely see it. He had no doubt, though, that she'd be at least stumbling at some point. "Oh snap now, guys. Wes finally found his balls hiding from behind mama bear right here,"Ricky declared, changing seats so that he could sit on the couch and be next to Tony. She shoved at him with the hand holding her beer, and then set the bottle down on the floor near his feet. Wes rolled his eyes, but shot back, "Real funny, Ricky. We're all still waiting for yours to drop." Wes dodged at the pillow that was thrown at him, grinning at the laughter that followed his rebuttal as he went into the kitchen to make himself a plate.

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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
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Sam didn't add anything to Tony's account of the previous night, just nodded as she continued to eat. Honestly, Tony said it best to start with. It had been hectic to say the least. Sam hadn't even stuck around to help Tony try and get Billy out of the bar. Keeping her polite, customer service face on as she served drunk frat boys had really taken it out of her. As harmless as Billy was, she hadn't had the energy to deal with old men. She'd been that tired she hadn't even felt bad for bailing on Tony.

She waved at Weston as he came in, before putting her fork down on her empty plate and sighing contentedly. She'd eaten plenty of fancy dinners in her time, but it was hard to beat good home-cooked food. And Tony's cooking was always good. She was only partially joking about moving in. She laughed at Wes' comment about Tony, before shrugging.

"Someone clearly doesn't appreciate their sister's wonderful hugs," she remarked lightly as she got to her feet to make herself another cocktail, before laughing at Ricky and Wes. At home, comments about balls dropping would have never been made around the parents, but this seemed to be a different kind of dynamic. One she liked.

"I feel like my grandma is turning her grave at the thought of this conversation at Thanksgiving dinner," she remarked lightly, before laughing. "Then again, she also was the type of person who would refuse to serve dinner unless she thought we were all dressed appropriately, so that doesn't say much."

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Deja was a bit baffled by the way that Thomas was so forward with her. Usually her flirting was fairly one sided with him. Clearly, there was chemistry between them, but this was really the first time that Thomas was taking it upon himself to poke fun at her. Honestly, Deja liked this new courageous Thomas, but his behavior was also bothersome to her. Did this mean that he actual feelings for her? If so, Deja honestly wasn't ready to deal with that. She just wanted to have a little innocent fun with the hot guy down the hall. Leading him on... Well, it was her intention, but not that she was here she wasn't sure how to proceed.

When Thomas smoothly brushed her a common stray hair, Deja's stomach twirled. Unsure if this reaction was from the crush that she had developed or from the impending doom type feelings she was having about him wanting more, Deja gave out a low chuckle. She was desperately trying not to blush or do anything that might give Thomas reason to continue their teasing flirtation. It was strange for Deja to feel so two sided about a man, normally she would sleep with someone and get it over with... But now she wasn't sure she wanted to ruin her friendship with Thomas that way.

Deja would have put up a fight about being the drinker to her own question, but she was honestly more interested in being intoxicated than being a pest. Quickly she flopped back the shot of vodka then grinned at her cohorts. Olivielle's question was next. Deja laughed for a moment as she poured another round of vodka. She actually had no idea that vodka was Thomas' favorite, but now that she knew she figured they could switch to tequila later.

The tall blonde took a moment to think about this. Their odd were pretty equal, but she ended up pointing at the dear Olivielle. There's just something about you tonight," she said playfully before looking over to Thomas. Remembering that Dane was supposed to join them she sent him a little text while eating another bite of food.

To: Dane
Hey babe! Just want to make sure you aren't dead. We just started eating and playing a drinking game, but take all the time you need. :]

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Brooklyn didn't rush when putting together Collin's plate. Putting food onto a plate wasn't an art, but she put particular care into making sure that a decent helping of everything was represented on the dish by the time that she was done with it. In addition to making him a plate, she took the liberty of making him a drink too. She knew that he was underage, but only barely so, and given that she had started drinking in her mid-teens, she doubted this was going to be his first drink anyway. By the way that she poured the rum into the glass of Coke, it might have ended up being the strongest drink he had, but that wasn't her problem. If anything, if he wasn't "man enough" to choke it down, it would be a clear sign to her that he definitely wasn't man enough to sleep with her, she thought. Even if she told herself that, though, she knew that sleeping with Collin had nothing to do with Collin personally, anyway. She didn't care about him so much as she cared about his sister and seeking revenge, so she knew that if she could really convince herself to go through with this tonight, whether he could drink the strong concoction she mixed up or not, wasn't going to matter.

She hovered by the counter for a minute longer than necessary, to answer a text she received from Dane. He was one of her few friends in the building, and even if she wasn't as close with him she was with other guys, like Jude, she still liked Dane. He was cute, and a good guy, and he had a vibe that she was attracted to. She liked how he was hands on, the kind of guy who seemed like he could chop down a tree and use the wood to build you a new table, or something, all while maintaining a bit of old-fashioned manners and appeal, in how polite and thoughtful he could be. As she would tell Tony, she was certain that Dane had to be hiding some wild side that he only brought out in bed (and if that was true, she would be even more attracted to him), but for now, Brooklyn was content with Dane's character and their friendship. That was the only reason for why he got a response, because for the most part, Brooklyn tended to be a bad texter, in the sense that she ghosted people quite often, sometimes purposely, but more times only because she genuinely forgot to answer.

To: Dane
My place. Cara pretended to cook dinner. Free booze and food though, so I can't complain that much.

She returned to the table after sending the text, sporting a wide smile that probably seemed too wide to be innocent, but was mostly genuine, especially when she saw that Cara was gone from the table. "I put a lot on, so I hope you're hungry," she said, sliding the plate in front of Collin as she placed his glass down, too. "And I've never met a guy who doesn't like rum and Coke, so that's what that is," she added, ensuring that her tone suggested that it would be odd, maybe even embarrassing, for Collin, if he didn't like and consume the drink. "So, now that we're all settled, what are we talking about, boys?" She took a sip of her own drink now, but didn't take a bite of food before saying, "I hope neither of you plan on running off tonight. I need at least one of you to keep me company." Though normally, her obvious choice of company would be Jude, right now, her eyes remained focused, lashes fluttering, in Collin's direction, as if Jude didn't even exist.

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"Demarco, Forrester, get over here. I wanna kick your asses in beer pong. It'll be a 'winner takes all' kind of game," he said, and in terms of "all", he definitely meant Brooklyn, whether that was clear or not. He knew that it was inappropriate and disrespectful to act like a girl was an object, a trophy that could be won by flexing your skills in a drinking game, but at this point, he needed some sort of wager to get a minute of Brooklyn's time. It was as if all night, those two clowns didn't give her an inch of breathing room. Of course, Jesse would not acknowledge that Brooklyn actually wanted it that way, and had been encouraging (at least Collin) to remain as close to her as possible throughout the course of dinner. Now that dessert was out, and Jesse had finished stuffing his face with an assortment of slices of pies, cookies, and other treats, he had nothing else to distract himself with. Especially given that he had maintained a steady pattern of drinking over the night, he was feeling even more bold than he normally was, and though he definitely was not drunk, he had enough alcohol in him to be a bit cockier and offensive than usual.

With all of the desserts lined up on the island, and the table cleared of dinner food (and he would pat himself on the back for being a good guest and helping Cara with that, as well as loading the dishwasher), the kitchen table was going to be the perfect spot for his game, and the location of an ego-boost for him once he demolished Jude and Collin in the game. Which he was sure he would do. Knowing that Cara probably would be on his side with wanting her brother to stay away from Brooklyn, Jesse called out to her as well. "Pretty Forrester: come play too. I need you on my team."

It was only once he had set up the plastic cups on each end of the table, that he realized he needed ping pong balls. As he reached for his phone to text his roommate to see if he had any, he realized he had left his phone on silent for the majority of the night, and had a few texts to answer. In the mix of them, he sent one back to Dane, reading: "I'm staying here for as long as it takes me to get Brooklyn to leave with me, man. Wya? Cara's flying solo, glass of wine in hand. Perfect time for you to come by." After sending, he returned his attention to the others in the room. "Any of you who live here have ping pong balls? I'm too lazy to go across the hall to get some from my place."

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When it seemed like things were coming to a close at Antonia's, Dane put more thought into what he was planning on doing afterwards. A text from Jesse signaled that he was welcome at Cara's, but then again, it really only meant that he was welcome on Jesse's end. He and Cara were friendly... enough, but that didn't mean that she wanted him showing up at her Thanksgiving dinner. He tried to reason with himself, that maybe he was just overthinking it, though. Showing up for half an hour wasn't really intruding, especially when he was friends with Brooklyn, who also happened to live there, and had just confirmed that she was physically present then, too. If he felt unwanted on Cara's end, he could always just claim that he was popping in to wish Jesse and Brooklyn a happy Thanksgiving, and leave it at that. And the wine! He remembered then, that he still had a bottle of wine in his apartment that he was planning on giving to Deja. As he weighed his options, he reasoned that out of the two of them, Deja was the least likely to care about him coming over with any sort of hostess gift. He and Deja were good friends, maybe to a degree that would surprise some, so it wasn't like he needed to impress her. Still, even just to begin with, Dane wasn't going to bring the wine to Deja's to impress her, but simply to be polite. It was that politeness, and that sense of moral obligation that led to him deciding that it would be lame of him to bail on Deja's to go to Cara's. He planned on going to Deja's first, as planned, and if he had the time after, or somewhere throughout his time at Deja's, he would stop by Cara's. If he was going to do that at all, though, he felt like he needed more than Jesse's word that he was welcome there, so he sent a text back to Brooklyn, as he placed his empty dishes into Tony's dishwasher.

To: Brooklyn
Free booze and food? And you didn't even invite me? Thought we were closer than that, Brooke!

"I'm going to grab something from my apartment, so I'll meet you guys at Deja's?" Dane said to Sam and Tony, once it was evident that things were definitely wrapping up here. There was no doubt in his mind that he had made a good choice by coming here for dinner. Not only did he end up finding the Garcias to be extremely amusing, once he got used to them and their back and forth banter, but Tony and Sam never failed to make him laugh either, and on top of that, his taste buds and appetite were more than satisfied with the meal he had just consumed. So far, the night was turning out to be a good one, and as he headed to his own apartment to pick up the bottle of wine he had left there, he was sure that the rest of the night would be as well.

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As the night moved on, Brooklyn slowly came to the conclusion that she needed to go through with this tonight. She would sleep with Collin, not only to hurt Cara, but to determine whether hurting Cara was what she needed to heal. If not, she would have to cope with her feelings in a different manner, but she would never know if healthier alternatives were necessary if she didn't go through with the more immature and cattier one first. Those thoughts were what initially had her leading Collin to her bedroom when Jude had conveniently left the main area of the apartment to use the bathroom, but once they were in her bedroom, she knew that here and now wasn't the time. She didn't need Cara barging in or banging on the door, and as much as she didn't want to admit it or face it herself, she couldn't imagine sleeping with any guy other than Nick in her bed. There were still too many emotions there, and having sex with someone new in a place that was sacred to her and Nick for so long just felt too raw and emotional. It was something that Brooklyn wasn't ready to deal with, so she rationed that for more reasons than one, she would have to force Tony or Dane to let her use one of their apartments later on in the night. Of course, it wasn't like sleeping with Collin was actually a plan set in stone.

Though Brooklyn had been flirting with him throughout the night, it seemed like it was only within the last fifteen or twenty minutes that he had become receptive to it. It was probably the alcohol in his drink finally kicking in, and she was well aware of that, but she didn't care. All that she cared about was that things were slowly falling into place, and she wasn't going to rush it by getting into bed with him right then and there. So, she continued with the original story about why she wanted him to come to her room with her - so that he could show her some stupid little trailer for a Broadway show that he was raving about, on her computer. She had no interest in the show, because to put it simply, Brooklyn could think of a million and one better things to spend one hundred dollars on, than a ticket to see a play, but she did a good job at pretending to think it was cool as Collin showed her. Luckily, once the clip ended, Jesse called out from the main area of the apartment, as if on cue, and though she rolled her eyes, she headed towards the door and nodded for Collin to follow.

Brooklyn's thoughts were right, and it probably was only the alcohol in his body that was allowing him to be courageous enough to even humor this attention that Brooklyn was giving him. The words that Jude had said still rung true in his mind, but now, they were ringing true in the back of his mind. Where he was happy to silence them for a little while, if it meant having a pretty girl fawn over him. "Cara sucks at beer pong. You should fill in for her, if you wanna play," he found himself blurting out immediately, as they headed down the short hallway towards the kitchen and living room. He could have told Jesse that he didn't want to play, if he really wanted to spend more time hanging out solely with Brooklyn, but he knew that Jesse had a big mouth, and if he said no to him, the guy would make a big scene out of it... or at least a bigger scene than he had already been making, about Collin being by Brooklyn's side. Then, he would not only have to hear it from Jesse, but his sister too, and that just seemed like too much of a headache to deal with. So, he knew that he had to suck it up and play a round or two of the game, but his alcohol-impaired mind felt that it was imperative to try and include Brooklyn somehow.

"And have to kick your ass?" Brooklyn responded smoothly, a small smirk forming on her face as she allowed her hand to fall to her side, before sliding it just close enough to Collin's that her fingertips danced across his skin momentarily. "Come on, Collin; I'm trying to butter you up. Crushing your manhood right now won't be good for what I plan on doing to it later tonight," she said, sporting a coquettish smile as she offered him a wink, before pulling her hand away from his as they reached the more public area. Though Brooklyn was well aware that she had not been secretive in her flirtatious behavior with Collin throughout the night, this was the first time that she was outright admitting that there actually was some sort of real intention all of that behavior. "You go play your silly game and find me when you're done. I have someone to chat with until then," she said, nodding her head then, towards the couch that was now only occupied by Holly.

Collin simply nodded, but mostly because he didn't have much time to get a response in before Brooklyn was already heading towards Holly. At the mention of ping pong balls, Collin headed into his bedroom, only to reappear a few seconds later with two white balls in his hand. In the kitchen, he rolled them across the table to the other side, where Jesse stood. "Let's hope you're better at beer pong than you are at 'winning it all' in real life," Collin said, half-playfully, though the mere fact that he was even challenging Jesse in partial seriousness signified that he was definitely under at least a little bit of influence of the alcohol, now.

The television was a magic cure to Holly's ADHD, it seemed, and though Brooklyn would normally savor every bit of silence that was offered when Holly was around, now she was bored, so surprisingly, she found herself wanting to interrupt this. "We're not watching this boring animal shit, Holly. Let's put on something good," she said, situating herself next to Holly on the couch, and helping herself to one of the cookies on the plate of dessert that Cara must have brought over for Holly a little while earlier. She grabbed the remote from the table and began to skim the channels, until she found the movie Elf on one of them. It seemed like overkill to not even wait until the day after Thanksgiving to start playing Christmas movies, but in this case, Brooklyn wasn't complaining. Elf was a pretty good movie, and she could deal with it for now. Once she was seated and comfortable (only growing slightly uncomfortable at the realization that her glass was nearly empty now, and she was too lazy to get up to refill it), she texted Dane back, and texted Tony as well.

To: Dane
If I invited you, there would be less free stuff for me

To: Tony
Are you going to be a good friend and leave your door unlocked, or do I have to sucker Dane into letting me use his place?

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Tony was full-out laughing at this point and Wes really would like to know what was so fucking funny, but it was actually a bit hard to really question anything at the moment when all of his joints felt like jelly and his head was notably clear...of well, anything. He was sprawled out on the couch with Emmanuel and Ricardo snapping last minute pictures of his somewhat dazed expression and lazily watching Tony laugh up a lung. "S'not f-funny..." Tony giggled in response, leaning over to run a hand through his soft hair soothingly. When Dane announced his departure and that he would see them later, she looked up and nodded, still smiling, "Alright, babe. See ya in a bit." Back to her brother, Tony chuckled again before asking, incredulous, "But seriously - are you actually sloshed right now? I thought we had a rule about you and drinking."

Wes honest-to-God pouted while Ricardo snickered before answering. "Two shots and one beer," he recalled aloud. He tried holding up two fingers, but the fact that he was holding up three was indicative of the fact that Tony's baby brother was very much already drunk. To be fair, despite growing up in a family that ran a bar and drank like crazy, Tony had made sure to keep Wes as un-involved with alcohol as she could. It was hard, considering their background, and it probably was unfair that he was afforded such a sheltered life and she wasn't. But Tony had been smart enough when she was younger to recognize that, despite how adjusted she was to a reckless lifestyle, it wasn't a good thing to become addicted to and Wes was precious to her. Her stone number one mission in life was 'take care of Wes' and despite how much she teased that he was boring, if he didn't want to drink too much or at all, then that was how it was going to be. So, it was probably her own fault that he was a lightweight in a family of borderline alcoholics. At the same time, he had been sober at some point. Wes knew his limit. "S'not m...my fault. Ri-Rick snuck one in." At some point in the dinner, as a bit of a pre-game to hitting Deja's place and her family leaving for theirs, actual alcohol became a thing. Not just beer, which Wes could drink two of and be at a somewhat tipsy point. Tony had walked to the bathroom by his third shot of fireball whisky, so she wasn't surprised that after another two and the beer she allowed him to have with dinner, Wes was out.

"Yeah, but you know better," she chided, tone a bit softer than normal. If anyone made a comment about it, and she could always bet on Ricardo being the main one to have shit to say, she would deny it like that was her one person in life. Wes mumbled something indiscernible, looking very put-out. "Yeah, you're done for the night, buddy. Either help yourself to a glass of water and the couch, or march your ass to your room cuz you damn sure are done." As she stood, her afterthought was spoken aloud, "And the water was not a suggestion. Lo digo en serio, nena. Encaja a la misma." {I mean it, baby boy. Snap to it.} With Wes heading into the kitchen, Tony turned to Sam and said, "Give me one minute to see them off and then we can head down, okay? Can you get the jug in the fridge? It's jungle juice." On her way to the door behind her uncle and cousins, Tony took the time to check her phone to see if there were anymore holiday text messages and had to roll her eyes at Brooklyn's.

To: Brooke
Bitch, u crzy. I'll leave it unlocked cuz I wanna see shit hit the fan. Wes might still be on da couch cuz he's smashed, but if not, it's up 2 u 2 hear his mouth in da morn bout fuckin up his bed. My room is locked.

While Tony could still hear her own voice in her head telling her that it was not a good idea for Brooklyn to fuck with Collin, she was slightly buzzed. Not anywhere near Wes' level; it took more for that to happen to her and she was pretty sure that that was how she was going to be come time to leave her friend's place. At the same time, she couldn't ignore that there was a good amount of alcohol in her system combated only by the presence of an adequate amount of food. But it was enough to make her feel messy and messy Tony meant a Tony who liked to see shit go down. It probably wasn't going to be great in the end, especially when she sobered up and had to deal with the fallout if Cara just so happened to be pissed enough to blame her, but she couldn't care too much at the moment. Bidding her family farewell, with the promise of calling her uncle first thing in the morning, Tony was closing her apartment door and heading back into the kitchen to grab the apple Dutch pie she had allowed to sit out, wrapped in aluminum foil. The top was still warm, which was great for everyone. Grabbing it, she turned to Sam. "You ready, pumpkin?"

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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After Collin dismissed her in favor of disappearing down the hallway of their apartment, it took Cara a good few minutes to collect herself and actually calm down, and the glass of wine that she might have guzzled down in those few minutes might have helped a bit, too. When she finally felt like she wasn’t on the verge of throwing every glass dish she saw, she began to tidy up the rest of the place. The dirty dishes were in the dishwasher and the trash was full by the time she had finished on that level, and simply for a change of scenery, she decided to bring the trash down to the garbage chute at the end of the hallway. Normally, she would have had Collin do it, because touching and carrying bags of trash wasn’t a chore that she ever wanted to do, understandably, but she had been in her apartment for too long today. Even the minimal change of scenery in the switch between the apartment and the hallway would be enough for her right now.

As she attempted to drag the two trash bags through her doorway, she spotted Dane approaching. "Hey Dane," she smiled. She and Dane were not friends, but she would consider him to be one of the neighbors that she was friendly with. In Cara's mind, Dane was a perfect example of how she was not the problem. She could make friends with people, see? It was these other people... Roman and the likes, who were the problem. If she really did have some superiority complex like they acted like she did, then she wouldn't associate with any of them. Not Makayla, not Holly, not Sam, not Dane, not Jesse... not any of them. Dane probably wasn't the best example of the bunch, given that he was similar to Cara. Not in backgrounds (or at least not as far as Cara knew, given that she truly didn't know him well), but in appearances. Cara did not think of herself as being prejudiced towards any type of people (though there were some who would debate that), but there was no denying that she was like the majority of people, in that she automatically felt more comfortable around people who were similar looking to her. Dane looked like the kids she grew up with, and with mannerisms that were refined and mature, it allowed Cara to believe that he was a good person, even without knowing him.

After much deliberation, Dane finally knew that he was going to go to Deja’s, and forget his ridiculous consideration of stopping by Cara’s. If she wanted him there, she would have invited him, or at least had Jesse offer him a legitimate invitation. Dane was not the type of person to show up unannounced and uninvited and be confident enough to think that he was actually welcome there. He was too much of a creature of habit, too set on things he knew and was used to, and stepping out of his comfort zone always left him feeling too vulnerable, rarely ever with a payoff that made the risk worth it. It could only have been his luck, though, that right after he decided he would forget about his crush for the night, that she just so happened to be outside of her apartment as he passed by. …And then, cue the nerves! Dane smiled back at her, inwardly repeating again and again that he needed to relax and play it cool. All she said was hi! Just say hello, wish her a happy Thanksgiving, and keep it moving. There’s no way you can fuck this up. It should have been that easy, but Dane didn’t listen to his inner-self and instead, decided to keep talking. "They've got you hosting, cooking, and doing the dirty work?” he commented with a chuckle, as it was odd seeing Cara lugging garbage through the halls. β€œI promise I won't let Jesse off the hook for that, don't worry."

Somehow, one of the bags of trash had gotten stuck on something in the doorway, and Cara was lucky that the way she yanked it free didn’t tear a hole in the bag and ruin her night even further. She smiled at Dane, though, considering telling him that Jesse would have been good in her book if not offering to take out the trash was the worst of what he did tonight. She decided against it, though, because she wasn’t that angry at Jesse. He was obnoxious and needed to learn how to filter his speech, but she would be over it by tomorrow, and she didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it, and somehow manage to give herself more of a drama queen reputation than people apparently already gave her. "Everyone's actually already gone. We kind of... decided it would be best to make it an early night," she admitted simply, as she walked with him.

"Early nights are the best sometimes," he nodded. Early nights are the best sometimes? What the fuck does that even mean?! Say something smart or start walking, man! "Here, let me take that for you," he said, taking one of the garbage bags from her hand. You should have offered to take that when you first saw her, but okay. "Was it a good time, at least? Who came over?"

"It was just my brother and I, and then Jude and Brooklyn, and Makayla, Holly and Jesse. I really only did it for Holly, if I'm being honest with you. Apparently, she had never really done anything for Thanksgiving before, so it was nice to get to do some of the traditional stuff with her,” Cara said, and it was then that she felt a tinge of guilt for allowing Brooklyn to take Holly so swiftly. Cara didn’t trust Brooklyn in general, that much was known, but she specifically didn’t trust her with Holly. Cara knew that on a night like tonight, especially, Holly wasn’t really her responsibility. Makayla was around, and she had not been asked to watch Holly, but still, Cara had a bit of a maternal instinct in her when it came to that girl. Unlike a lot of people, she possessed a genuine level of patience with her, but she also saw Holly as a friend, even if it wasn’t a typical sort of friendship for Cara. Holly was someone who allowed Cara to feel like she was being charitable with, but she was also someone who Cara could shop with, or go to the movies or a Broadway show with, or out to dinner with. She was a companion, and though Cara would never blatantly admit it, she needed a friend sometimes. With the majority of her childhood friends still scattered across the country at various colleges, and others involved in real careers, it was nice to have someone who was literally always willing and excited to do whatever Cara was in the mood to do that day. β€œI actually have a ton of food left, if you want any leftovers, but I can always set them aside for you for tomorrow, since it looks like you're on your way out." Thinking of Holly reminded Cara that she needed to not only text Makayla to see what had happened, but also, to set aside some food to drop off to them tomorrow, and that led her to feeling inclined to offer some to Dane as well. She really did have way too much food leftover, which was why it was all the more petty of her to deny any to Roman, especially when Cara was not the kind of person who ate leftovers.

"Eh, not really out. Just to Deja's,” Dane answered, dismissing the plans slightly, even though he was actually excited for the party. β€œDo you want to come? I'm sure it'll be a nice way to end your 'early night'." He was never the type to show up uninvited to a party, but suddenly, his brain convinced him that it was okay to invite someone else to a party, without permission from the host. He told himself that every invitation to a party came with an unspoken plus one, and that Deja would be the last person to care about something like that… even if he didn’t think that she and Cara were that great of friends. Now at the garbage chute, he was glad that he had a distraction to busy himself with, so he didn’t have to look Cara in the eye as she rejected him, as he expected her to do, and instead, he took both bags of trash and pushed them through the slot in the wall.

"I appreciate the invitation, but that's not really my crowd, Dane," she said, smiling as if he should know that, and as if that was the nicest way that she could say that she thought that the majority of people who would be at Deja’s were classless. "If Chanel wasn’t away, and Holly didn’t seem like she was on the verge of falling asleep when Brooklyn just left to bring her over there, maybe I would come by for a little while, but I have a lot of cleaning do to back at my place anyway. I hope you have fun, though, and thanks for the help.” Her smile then was genuine, but besides all of what she had listed, she knew that she wanted to get back to her apartment as soon as possible now, since merely touching the bagged trash left her hands feeling like they were covered in germs. It was then that she decided that she would go home, put on some good music, deep clean the apartment, and finish off that open bottle of wine, before taking a nice, hot shower.

"You're letting me down, Cara, but all right, I'll let you enjoy your early night. Just know that I will be stopping by tomorrow to take you up on that leftovers offer," he grinned. In reality, there was no way that he was going to show up without forcing Jesse to come with him, but hey, having some sort of plans to hang out with Cara seemed like an accomplishment for him for the night.

"I'll be waiting,” she responded playfully, already turning back to head towards her own apartment. She turned her head back, though, halfway down the hall to say, "oh, and just do me a favor and make sure that Holly got back there, safe and sound?" She sent a text to Makayla then too, saying, β€œHey Makayla! I hope everything is okay with you. Brooklyn left with Holly, so I just want to make sure she got back to you safely.”

"Will do,” Dane nodded in confirmation. God only knew that Dane would have agreed to do just about anything that Cara asked, in this accomplished and more confident mood that he was in now, as he headed towards Deja’s. When he got to her door, he carefully opened it, feeling like it was more acceptable to walk in here, to the afterparty, than it would have been to let himself in to Tony’s family dinner, or something like that, earlier. Inside, he found Olivielle, Jude, Thomas, Sam, Tony, Deja and Jesse. Music was playing, and it seemed like almost everyone had a glass of something in their hand. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Dane to guess that the majority of them were intoxicated, though he hoped that Sam and Tony hadn’t gotten too trashed since he last saw them. β€œSorry I’m a little late,” he announced over the music with a smile, as he entered the kitchen and placed the bottle of wine on the counter. β€œWhat did I miss?”

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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Tony grinned at Deja's insistence that she needed to drink and would've gone to do so when Brooklyn acknowledged her, eyes first falling on Jesse before meeting Tony's. Before she could even respond, however, or even question what that was supposed to mean, the blonde was gone. She offered a wry grin at Jesse's comment, but it was in an absent fashion as her mind still pondered over what Brooklyn meant. What the hell really happened in that apartment? It was one thing for Jesse to tell her that Cara had went off out of left field; even if Tony felt like he wasn't telling her something, at the end of the day, she didn't like the blonde so she didn't doubt that the other woman would do too much, even on what was supposed to be a pretty much lazy holiday for drinking, eating, and fun. However, for Brooklyn's eyes to narrow the way that they did at him, combined with how put out he was earlier, it was obvious that there was more to the story. Brooklyn normally didn't give a damn if Cara was mad, even if it was at her. Which meant that Jesse had to have done something to incite even a touch of her wrath. Nevertheless, she had gotten a bit lost for a moment, only registering that Brooklyn and Holly had left.

She was back when she heard Deja ask if they all knew how to play nice, blinking at Jesse's stance before rolling her eyes and nudging him with her hip. "Chill, mi amor," she insisted, casting him a pointed look from beneath her lashes before lowering her voice so only he could hear. "'Sides, ain't like he's all that good enough for me when you're here, babe." She winked afterwards, walking to the kitchen to set her pie down and grab herself a cup of her jungle juice. She needed it, especially since her Deja was a lot more gone than Tony was and that just couldn't - wouldn't - do. Upon drinking half of the cup, covering her mouth for only a second to internally numb herself to the burn of mixed liquors, Tony was back in the living room with everyone else, stating very proudly after Sam said that she had a killer poker face and Olivielle declared that she wanted to play strip poker, "I have a nice ass. And I even put on my cutie undies, so I'm totally down for some strip poker." Unlike Jesse, Tony hadn't really taken any offense to what Thomas had said. It hadn't even really crossed her mind and now that she had a drink in her hand, she wasn't even thinking about the beef between himself and Jesse. She chuckled at Olivielle's dancing, but moved her hips regardless, gliding over to Sam to grind against her laughingly, even if she herself wasn't exactly the biggest fan of the music playing. Luckily, Dane had come in as well as a distraction, so Tony moved from one friend to the other, eyeing his glass of wine considering before looking up at his face. "Well, hot stuff, strip poker is on the table. And if we get more drinks in me, including this here wine you done brought in here, I might be on the table too." After a wink, she added, jokingly, "Maybe we'll have better music by then. Or, at least be too drunk to care."

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Jesse was tempted to respond to Sam, Thomas, Deja and Tony's next set of responses by saying that he wouldn't want to play strip poker against himself either in front of all of these girls, if he was as poorly endowed as Thomas likely was, but he bit his tongue. Tony sent him a look, and the good mood that she seemed to be in, coupled with how he truly was a good friend at heart and didn't want to ruin this night for Deja, led him to decide to drop it for now. He wanted to roll his eyes at Tony though, as if to tell her that her sweet-talking alone wouldn't be enough to get him to chill, but it was too hard to resist smiling at her... especially once she reminded them all that she had a nice ass. That was something that Jesse could attest to, and luckily, he was still sober enough that he knew better than to reach out and grab it as she headed into the living room area where most of the others stood. Dane had arrived then too, and that helped Jesse relax quite a bit as well. Dane was one of his closer friends, and he was glad that the blonde was finally showing his face. It seemed like the two of them had been working so much lately, that it had been a while since they had last caught up with each other. "Anything for you, Deja," he eventually responded, though right now, he was more willing to play nice because the idea of playing strip poker with a bunch of gorgeous girls seemed worth staying for.

"Before we play, though, I vote that Liv loses her control over the music in here. No offense," he said, looking at Olivielle with a smile. She was one of the newer people on the floor, so Jesse didn't know her all that well, but she sure as hell was cute, and that meant that he was willing to be friendly. Plus, even if her playlist didn't fit with his tastes, he could admire how free-spirited she seemed... even if it was quite possible that that was only alcohol-induced tonight. "Deja, I know you've got better taste in music than you have in men," he continued, offering a not-so-subtle dig towards Thomas, though he did tell himself that after that, he would let up. "Put on something good for us," he said, as he headed out of the living room and towards the bedroom hallway. He didn't feel the need to officially excuse himself, because for all they knew, he was simply going to use the bathroom. He didn't stop at the bathroom door, though, and instead, headed to Makayla's bedroom door. Offering no time for a response after his quiet knock, he turned the doorknob and was met with a potent smell of marijuana, a cold breeze, and the sight of Makayla bundled up in bed. A smile found its way to his face, though he was confused at what he was walking in on. "Party for one?" he questioned, as he stepped inside. "Any way we can change that and make it a party for two?"

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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
xxxno one here is bulletproof.
xxxso what are you to do?
xxxbattle. battle on through."


Sam laughed at Liv's comment about strip poker as she poured some tequila into a shot glass. She knocked it back and grinned at the burn. She didn't remark on it, but she was in agreement with everyone else when it came to the music. Liv's taste wasn't exactly what she was feeling for tonight, especially not if strip poker was on the agenda.

She grinned as Tony moved to grind against her. It was brief, as Dane came in and Tony moved away. "Ooh, wine. We're getting real sophisticated here, aren't we?" She remarked. "I like wine, it makes me feel like an actual adult." In contrast, champagne reminded her of a shitty apartment and old men and dresses bought on discount racks because they had an easily repaired tear in them. She'd drink it, but she needed to be surrounded by the right people.

She laughed again as Tony made the comment about being on the table. "Speaking of which, anyone for tequila? No lemon and salt, just learn to deal with it," she called, going back and filling herself another shot glass. She knocked back the shot, already starting to feel the effect of the first.

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"You know me," he grinned, somewhat sheepishly at Sam's remark about him bringing wine. "Always gotta keep things at least a little bit classy." Now that he saw just how intoxicated everyone else here really was, he realized that it probably would have been a better move to bring the wine to Tony's, and use his last-minute offering of beer as his contribution to this party. He was well aware of the fact that Tony's family were really cool and chill now, after the fact, but if he was trying to be proper with his offering for either party, he knew that he would have felt better showing up with the more thought out gift to the party where things were more formal... even if Tony's dinner wasn't formal formal. It was in the past now, and luckily, his interaction with Cara left him upbeat enough to not even put in the effort of overthinking it all now, as he left the wine on the counter in favor of following in Sam's footsteps and helping himself to a tequila shot. "If all it's going to take is a little bit of alcohol to get you on the table too, then here, let me do the honor of pouring you a shot," he remarked playfully, as he waited for Sam to be done pouring her second shot before pouring one for himself and then one for Tony.

He kicked his back, grimacing only slightly at the burn of the tequila. He had spent enough time in college with his friends, drinking bottom shelf liquor from the only seedy liquor store in the city that would sell to them underage, to not be too turned off by the burn of liquor now, but tequila was strong, even to people who were used to it. That was why he flashed Sam an impressed, albeit somewhat wary look, once she had knocked back two shots. "You better take it slow over there, Harris. I've already got Tony talking about being naked on a table, and you probably know better than I do that Deja's not going to remember a thing that happens tonight by morning. I don't need you passing out in an hour too," he teased. He was ready to finally greet Jesse, who he hadn't had a moment to say hello to when he first walked in, but in the midst of everything, Jesse had disappeared out of the living room after attesting to his interest in strip poker, but only if someone put on some good music. "Liv, don't listen to them," he said, sporting a grin as he watched the girl, who now, too, seemed to be pretty intoxicated. "Your Cascada throwback takes me back to my awkward high school days when I used to stand alone by the snack table at my school dances. If anything makes me want to throw back shots, it's those memories, so your playlist is doing it's job for me," he joked, and at that, deciding to pour himself one more shot. He would switch to beer after that, if they had any. Before he was able to toss back the second shot, he remembered what Cara had asked him to do. He was supposed to make sure that Holly was okay, and then text Cara to let her know. Having an excuse to text the blonde was all that Dane really cared about, even if that didn't mean that he purposely didn't care about Holly's well being. "Oh, and Cara wanted me to just confirm with her that Holly passed through here a minute ago?" he said, looking between Sam and Tony as he already had his phone out, ready to text the girl.