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Jesse Hall

"Life is good, man. Can't complain."

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

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Full Name:
Jesse Theodore Hall

Nickname:
JT

Age:
25

DOB:
December 18th

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hometown:
Jesse was born in an area of the Bronx, in New York City. His mother struggled with substance abuse issues throughout his childhood, and he was removed from her care for fives yeas, between the ages of five and ten, all of which he spent with his grandmother in Florida. His mother regained custody of him when he was ten, and he moved back to the Bronx at that time. When he was twenty, he moved into the borough of Manhattan and has been living there since.

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Positive Traits:
Humorous, Sociable, Perceptive, Thick-Skinned, Independent

Negative Traits:
Short-tempered, Provocative, Unfiltered, Deceiving, Immoral

Personality:
Jesse is the kind of guy who will ride or die for his friends and family. Even though his mother and father weren't picture perfect parents to him, he still regularly gives them money when he can, if they need it, and he keeps in contact with both of them. He believes that family is the most important thing in the world, and even though he's not looking to start a family of his own any time soon, he knows that when he does, that he's going to be the best damn father in the world, just because he values family that highly. His friends feel that loyalty too, though it is important to distinguish that while Jesse is a strong ally to his friends, he does have a mind of his own. He doesn't rely on his friends' approval or opinions in order for him to shape his own decisions and opinions, and likewise, he doesn't feel like he always needs to agree with his friends just to be a good friend. He speaks his mind, and always stays true to himself, but always looks out for his friends while doing so, and yeah, if a fight were to break out between a stranger and a friend and Jesse knew that his friend was in the wrong, he would still physically defend his friend in that moment, even if he expressed his distaste later on. He's not high maintenance, and because of his roots, is a pretty simple guys. He would be just as happy sitting in a sports bar, or a friend's living room, watching a football game and eating takeout, as he would be in some overly-hyped up and expensive club. That's not to say that he's not into partying or down for a good time like that, but he doesn't need that to have fun. In most situations, it's easy for Jesse to take things as they come, and go with the flow of things.

One of the flaws that he's well aware that he possesses, is his lack of motivation or drive in his life. He's not sure about what he wants to do with his future, career wise, romance wise... or anything-wise, really. He's been at a standstill for a while now, where he's kind of just gliding through life without any set goals or aspirations, and it bothers him. He feels lazy, and wishes that he had more drive to go back to school, or to pursue a more specific career goal, but he's gotten so comfortable with where he is, that he just doesn't care anymore. His short temper is another flaw of his, and can often result in him becoming abrasive, and sometimes even aggressive when he's pushed far enough. Though for the most part, Jesse is as friendly as they come, he can get into moods where he comes across as nothing short of a condescending, smart-mouthed asshole. He possesses a dark sense of humor, and coupled with his need for control, he definitely possesses the ability to rub people the wrong way. Additionally, he has a very selfish side to him, that can allow him to act immorally, and downright horribly, without feeling guilty at all, if he thinks that it will benefit him in any way. He's witty and possesses a lot of character traits that make him easy to like, but that darker side of him is certainly present, even if not everyone sees it.

Likes:
Power, sex, tattoos, hard liquor, money, his grandmother, NY Giants, NY Yankees, desserts and sweets (especially chocolate), video games or any sort of leisurely competition, working out

Dislikes:
Coffee, pork, Valentine's Day, mushrooms, harsh jail sentences for non-violent drug offenders (even though that doesn't apply to his father's case, he just dislikes the general idea of it), hard drugs and watching his mother struggle with them, flavored vodka, golf, meaningless chatter

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Background:
Although Jesse's father was present in his life at times, he considers himself to have been raised in a single parent household. He was born to Lisa Ivanov, and Donovan Hall, when Lisa was only nineteen, and Don was twenty-five. They weren't in love, and honestly, had only known each other for a few months before Jesse's conception, as Don had become Lisa's new dealer after her first one was arrested for sales charges. Neither of his parents came from money, but unlike Lisa's, Donovan's parents were willing to accept the idea of their child having a baby. They were the ones who provided Lisa with much of what she needed to prepare for having a baby, once her mother kicked her out of their apartment in Brooklyn, and she was forced to move in with friends in the Bronx. The idea of being a father scared Don, though, and he wasn't around as often as Lisa wished he was, during her pregnancy, and in the three years following Jesse's birth. His parents were the ones who gave her money when he retail and bartending jobs weren't bringing in enough money. However, when they found out that much of that money they were giving her was going to her growing crack cocaine addiction, they refused to help further with money either. They still did everything they could to help their grandson in the form of babysitting, and sending food and diapers back to Lisa, but they couldn't do much more than that. When Jesse was three years old, his father was arrested for an array of charges related to a drug deal gone back, and was sentenced to thirty years in prison. Two years after that, his mother was arrested for a minor drug charge, which ended up forcing her into rehab. Jesse moved in with his paternal grandparents then, and then relocated with them to Florida when his grandfather had a stroke which required care that would be provided better in Florida. He spent the years between five and ten in Florida, and actually was a flourishing and happy child here. He started playing football, and did well in the sport, and did decently well in school. His grandfather passed away when he was eight, though, and when he was ten, his grandmother suffered from a stroke of her own, which landed her in a nursing home. At that point, his mother claimed that she was committed to being a better mother, and was able to regain custody of him. Moving back to New York wasn't something that he detested, but it definitely allowed him to fall into bad habits as he grew older.

He was into drugs and alcohol throughout high school, but managed to stay out of any major trouble. He graduated from high school when he was eighteen, and soon after graduation, passed the exam to become a New York City Sanitation Worker. Becoming a "garbageman" was never his dream as a child, that was for sure, and even when he applied, he saw it as a temporary job, something that he would do for a year or two before figuring out what he really wanted to do for a living. However, he became comfortable with the job, and to many people's surprise, the pay wasn't horrible either. It's been seven years since he started with the department, he's now considered a supervisor in his zone, and adding in the typical amount of overtime he'll get each year, it's safe to say that he's bringing in only a little bit less than ninety grand per year. In Manhattan, that kind of money isn't anything too special, but for a kid who grew up below the poverty line, he couldn't ask for much more. He moved out of his mother's apartment when he was twenty, and moved through apartment buildings until finding the one on West 14th Street seven months ago.

Occupation:
Supervisor in the NYC Sanitation Department

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Jesse stands at 6'1, and has a toned, athletic build. He works out regularly, and his job is a physical one, so it's no wonder that he isn't overweight and out of shape. He takes a lot of pride in his body and his appearance, and though he's not a "pretty boy", he likes to make sure that he looks sharp all of the time. He normally rocks scruff on his face, and he's never ashamed to show off the array of tattoos that he has on his body. One of his more striking features are his light green eyes.

Face Claim:
Don Benjamin

Hex Code:
#a63335

So begins...

Jesse Hall'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

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 3 PM


Thanksgiving Day is a holiday typically spent between families, in homes filled with the delicious aromas of various dishes cooking in the kitchen. A game of football will go down in the backyard while dinner is prepared, or some will get an early start on watching Christmas movies that will begin to pop up on certain television channels. People will travel from all across the country to be with their families, because after all, Thanksgiving is the day to give thanks, and for a lot of people, the thing to be most grateful for is their families. However, not everyone is able to spend Thanksgiving with their families. For some, flights or transportation costs are unbearably high. Others may not have been able to get off from work for the holiday weekend, and others don't have family, or don't get along with them, at least, to go and visit. Whatever the circumstances may be, there are some people who find themselves in situations that differ from the traditional ones on the holiday, and coincidentally, that's the case for many of the residents of the fifth floor of the apartment building at 314 W 14th Street, in Manhattan, this year.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Weston Garcia

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Outfit: Here
Location: Apartment 5D
Dialogue Color ✦ #FF5100
Thought Color ✧ #AF0100



Tony could still remember walking downstairs on Thanksgiving morning because she had heard her mom move at 5am and even though the hardwood floors felt somewhat cold beneath her tiny feet, she padded into the kitchen in time to see her mom pull out the Pavochon she had been letting marinate since Tuesday. She remembered learning how to cut up the platanos (Wes insisted on calling them plantains, but that was because he first learned English unlike Tony) to be fried, and how to stir the arroz con gandules so that her mom could focus on the mofongo stuffing. While she had definitely always found a way to escape later to tackle Ricky like she claimed her team was going do to his, or adamantly sat on her father's lap so they could sneak what were supposed to be appetizers but were really just bits of dessert they had stolen, Tony had never strayed far from the kitchen. Which was why she couldn't not cook up the traditional food her mother had - not just to give Wes that sense of normalcy as she would tell him when asked why she was so excited, but for herself. Thanksgiving while Weston had been growing up had been great, sure, but Nora's presence was notably gone. And during their first Thanksgiving away from the majority of their family, Tony wanted the presence of her mother. She just didn't know how to word that without Wes giving her that patented sympathetic look followed by the annoying insistence that she needed a hug.

So, the second Tony had woken up, she had showered and thrown on a gray sports bra with black shorts under a gray hoodie she had stolen from Jesse about three week she ago. Since Tony hadn't planned on putting the bird in first, she started the desserts in the morning over a bowl of cereal. No amount of love for either Collin or Brooklyn were going to be enough to make Tony want to sit through a dinner with Cara, but she was at least going to send Weston (he had more of an incentive to go anyway; he and Collin were really good friends) over with a chocolate pie topped with a homemade meringue and encased with her mother's recipe for a graham cookie pie crust. Said pie was cooling on one of the counters beside the apple Dutch pie she was taking to Deja's dinner, while the turkey sat in the oven, only having been in there for an hour. Luckily for Tony's Betty Crocker holiday spirits, Tony had made sure to start saving up for the Thanksgiving splurge back in May, having budgeted ahead of time. She had did similar before joining the Reserves and dealing with her Dad getting behind on his bills, so it hadn't been a noticeable loss or anything. Before Tony's had realized it, they were out of milk, needed oil if she was going to be frying anything, and needed a few choice spices. Which meant Wes needing to go on the store run. It wasn't like he was doing much anyway.

Tony had honestly, though, been in the middle of deciding whether or not she was going going to steal an early slice of the peanut butter silk pie when she heard a familiar voice over the music that's had eclipsed the silence. Peeking over her shoulder from the open fridge door, Tony grinned, her lips still wrapped around the mouth of the second beer she had consumed thus far. Grinning around the bottle, Tony took it out of her mouth to retort, "Bitch, bye! You knew you were invited a week ago." Smirking, Tony nodded to the collection of bottled alcoholic beverages that took up about half of the counter space beside the sink. "I'm cutting myself a slice of the peanut butter silk pie. If you want a piece, let me know, but I'm making the jungle juice for Deja in a minute if you want a cup."

Tony then turned back to the fridge and pulled the dessert out, setting it on the empty space on the counter she could find. Just as Tony reached for a knife, she felt her phone vibrate in her hoodie pocket and pulled it out to see messages from Sam and Wes. Rolling her eyes about the latter, she replied but not without sending a text to one of her best guys.

To: Sam
Just triple sec if you can. Gonna make 2 pitchers of jungle juice and I can't send Wes to the store for it.

To: Jesse
Should I be jealous? You planning on showing love to another woman's food and not mind? I thought I was your girl babe

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson

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J E S S E || H A L L

Location: Apartment 5c
Hex Code: #a63335
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Two-thirty rolled around, and Jesse was just getting off from work. There were no residential trash collections on certain holidays, including Thanksgiving, but New York was too busy of a city, filled with too many people, producing too much waste, for the sanitation department to officially take a day off. Since Jesse didn't have any major holiday plans, he had volunteered early on to work the holiday, given that the overtime pay would do some major good to his wallet. He spent most of the day helping clear out a city-owned industrial building that was filled with waste, and loading it on to trucks that would drive it out of the city, and likely, out of the state. Ever since starting his job in the sanitation department years ago, Jesse had found it more and more strange how the city worked. There were so many New Yorkers who wasted so much, and yet, it was so easy for them to just turn a blind eye to the consequences of their wastefulness the moment that their trash bags slid down the garbage chutes in their buildings. Their city produced more garbage than any other city in the world! Jesse couldn't complain about that, given that his job was based on it, but still, he found that to be astounding, and not in a good way. He wasn't Mr. Green, out to save the environment, but given what he witnessed first hand every day, he did try to live as simple of a lifestyle as possible. He bought himself what he needed, and splurged on some wants every now and then, but he always put his things to good use. He wasn't the kind of person who threw out clothes that had only been worn two or three times.

Standing on the subway was a habit he had taken to, even during rides like this, where there were seats open. For one, he disliked it when he did sit down, and someone at the next stop would then sit down and squish right into him. He didn't think of himself as being picky or having high standards, but he had lived in New York long enough to see some... not so pretty sights. He didn't need someone smelling like they didn't know what a shower was, and looking like they were covered in fleas, resting their head against his shoulder. Secondly, he was enough of a "good guy" to think that the seats should be available to older people, disabled people, mothers with young kids, or little kids whose legs would probably tire out before the next stop. Besides, he rarely minded standing, and today, he only had to for twenty minutes before he was downtown, getting off at his stop. Once he was above ground and had phone service again, he sent out a text to his roommates, one to Cara, and responded to one that Tony had sent him while he was underground.

To: Rowan, Theo
Am I really flying solo to the Forrester's tonight? Not complaining bc all the more blondes for me.... but still lame on your part.

To: Cara
What can I bring tonight? It might be Thanksgiving, but it's still Thirsty Thursday too. Rum? Vodka? Tequila? A nice bottle of Chardonnay? I've never done your fancy type of Thanksgiving stuff, so you tell me

To: Tony
Don't worry, I'll save room for dessert as long as you're on the menu

It was around three o'clock by the time that he got back to his apartment building, and after tossing his things into his bedroom, he headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Given his job, a shower after a day at work seemed necessary, but he had more reason than just that to shower right now. He was actually heading uptown to Harlem, to spend a little bit of time with his mother and her boyfriend, who were spending the evening at the boyfriend's family's apartment in Harlem. Jesse didn't know the man well, and he preferred to keep it that way. His mother lived with him in the Bronx, and though they weren't too far, Jesse liked to blame the forty-five minute subway ride on why he didn't visit her as often as she wanted him to. She couldn't call him a bad son though, because whenever she needed it, he was there sending her money, or talking to her on the phone, or begging her to come out to Manhattan to see him. Just because he wasn't comfortable with always being back in that lifestyle didn't mean that he didn't love her, and she knew that.

The ride to the apartment in Harlem would take around thirty minutes via the subway, and though that wasn't exceedingly quick, Jesse wasn't worried about time constraints. He didn't plan on spending more than an hour with them anyway, so he was sure that he would be back home by five o'clock, or five-thirty at the latest.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Brooklyn West

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Outfit: Here
Location: Apartment 5D
Dialogue Color ✦ #FF5100
Thought Color ✧ #AF0100



"Unless you tell me the food was made by Maneet, I could care less if all the Chopped Champions plus Bobby Flay made it or even if Guy Fieri approved it," Tony declared over another bite of pie followed by a swig of beer. During the slower nights at the bar, and when the customers present didn't seem to care too much, Tony would turn on the Food Network channel on the flat-screen TV her Dad had gotten installed just before her high school graduation. She didn't watch the channel much when she was young, nor had she known it existed until she reached her twenties, but it had definitely become her mindless television channel to watch. Even during her down time in her apartment, she would grab the crochet blanket her aunt Marisol made for her, sit on the couch in the living room with a blanket around her and a bottle of beer, and fall asleep to one of the chefs swearing vehemently because they belatedly remembered that they forgot to include a basket ingredient.

Nevertheless, Tony wasn't impressed that Cara couldn't have been bothered to make a simple Thanksgiving meal, but had the audacity to have her nose up all of the time. Granted, it wasn't like Tony was around the other woman all the time to confirm that sense of superiority she herself felt emanatating from the blonde, but that didn't stop her from making the judgement. Nor did it stop her from rolling her eyes as Brooklyn told her about the delivery. After all, even if you purchased a pre-made or pre-stuffed turkey, there's nothing stopping you from doing boxed, canned, or frozen sides. Then again, Tony didn't pretend to empathize with Cara's loss of her formerly privileged lifestyle. "Crazy bitch or not, at least you can't say she was trying to poison you. Wouldn't even get to it without poisoning her damn self," she pointed out, sticking her fork in her pie so that she could concentrate on getting her phone out and reading the text she had gotten from Jesse. It made her snort, though the sound got cut off when what Brooklyn said finally registered in her head. "Wait, what? Why?" Tony hurried up and sent the quick response to Jesse, and then set the phone on the table in case anyone else messaged her.

To: Jesse
Sap :p I'll bring the whipped cream

By that point, Brooklyn had moved onto telling herself (because she definitely didn't have Tony's consent to a damn thing) that she could bring Collin to her apartment to do the deed. "And who the hell told you, you could screw anyone in here? Not I!" Tony narrowed her eyes at Brooklyn, shaking her head as she picked up her beer bottle and drank a bit more. Not only could Tony just not fathom anyone using a nice guy like Collin for pettiness (she hadto remind herself that this was her friend she was talking about though) and so a part of her felt protective, she also couldn't fathom the benefit of this plan other than a quick round of fun. And Brooklyn could find that anywhere. "And also, what good is screwing that boy gonna do for you with that girl? She'll be mad cuz you fucked him for like, two seconds and then what? You still gonna be living with the bitch that fucked your man and got away with it without a scratch. Do you know how many bitches have lived with the hoes their brothers have smashed?"

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Characters Present

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: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson

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Theodore Henderson
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Location: Apartment 5B
Hex Code: #9E6D2B

As Theodore watched Deja walk away to go get ready, his phone chimed inside of his pants pocket and he took it out to see Jesse's name scroll across the screen. He had opened up the message and couldn't hold back his chuckle once he read the message. Theo couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for Jesse now as she started to type a reply towards his roommate.

To: Jesse
Sorry. Thought Rowan would've rolled with you. I can stop by, if you wish.


Theodore sent the message and bit his bottom lip, hoping that Jesse wouldn't really want him to stop by. Not that he didn't want to but it'd just bring up a bad memory between himself and Cara. His ears twitched whenever he heard approaching footsteps, wondering to himself how did Deja get ready so fast. He turned around briefly then heard the chipper voice of Holly. His gaze turned towards her and Makayla now as his eyes widened. "Ahh! Am I really?!" Theodore jokingly said towards Holly as she mentioned something about the oven. "Oh, uhm..." Was all he could get out as Holly rambled on and on about Thanksgiving, the Pilgrims and the Indians. He would've stopped her but that seemed like a bad idea, especially with Makayla standing right there beside her.

Not really knowing what to say once Holly was done, his eyes went towards Makayla who addressed him now and he nodded his head but that was it. His eyes went over towards Sam as she entered the kitchen now and a breath of relief came from Theo, himself. He shot Sam a wave of his hand then heard her ask Holly about the parade. He screamed a little then went over towards Holly and towered over her a little bit. "Oh, my gosh! You saw the parade live?! I am so envious of you two right now." Theodore wanted to go and see the parade live, too but couldn't really find someone to go with him, not that he really asked anyone to go either. But he sure would've went with Holly if he had known that she was going.

Soon, Deja entered back into the area where everyone else was situated now and then she handed him a beer before going over towards the couch. Theodore took a sip from the beverage and walked right behind Deja then sat down beside her. "So, what are we going to do for an hour?" Theodore muttered towards Deja as he pulled out his cell phone, just to wish a few people a happy Thanksgiving in case he wasn't going to see them for the day.

To: Jude :)
Happy Thanksgiving, dude!


To: Rowan :D
Dude, where are you? Deja is still wanting to know if you're coming over or not.


To: The Garcia Siblings
Happy Thanksgiving, you two!


Theodore sat his phone down on the couch beside him then took another sip from his beer, waiting for people to respond to his texts as he let out a sigh. "We could plan our next prank." Theodore mentioned towards Deja in a whisper, smiling a little bit.

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Characters Present

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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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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Being positive required some effort, but for the most part, Cara wasn't the Thanksgiving version of a Bridezilla. The food smelled good, and though she had only reheated them after being delivered from a couple of different upscale restaurants in the city, she decided that she had a right to take pride in the traditional holiday smell that filled the apartment. If the place had happened to smell like smoke and burned food, she would have easily blamed her brother, but since things were going well, she decided to hold onto the credit. Collin had pulled the turkey out of the oven about forty-five minutes ago, and Cara stood beside him at the counter as he carved into it. Surprisingly, she kept her mouth shut too. As each sliver fell off of the cooked bird, the voice inside her head was running rampant about how he was either cutting it unevenly thin or thick, and how he was completely incompetent, but the more rational side of Cara knew that in reality, he was doing just fine. There was no way that she would be able to do any better, at least. With Brooklyn, Jesse, Jude, herself, Collin, Makayla and Holly present, there would be just enough room at the table for the seven of them, if they pulled over one extra chair to add to the original six. It would be tight, yet doable. However, given that she wasn't particularly close with Jude, did not want to have to sit across from Brooklyn, and understood that the entire table would probably have a headache if they were forced to sit with Holly all night, Cara decided that sitting at the table would be optional. There were two extra seats at the kitchen island, plus the couch and chair in the living room that people could sit at. Casual wasn't usually Cara's idea of a good party, but she didn't think she had anyone to impress here. No, she knew that she had no one to impress here. The only reason why she was having Thanksgiving was to prove a point to her father. If it had only been her and Collin here, she would have been just as content as having the other four included too.

Halfway through Collin's carving, Cara realized that the turkey she ordered was probably over sized given the amount of people here. She stopped Collin then, and took the plate containing the pieces he had already cut and set it down on the table, where the numerous other side dishes were laid out. Though she was hungry now, especially with the smell of so many foods flooding her senses for the past hour, she wasn't going to make a plate immediately. That wouldn't have been the proper thing to do as a hostess, she decided. Besides, refilling her glass of wine was more important than food, so as she made her way over to the counter where she had laid out various alcoholic and non-alcoholic drink choices, she called out, "The food is ready. You guys can make a plate and eat wherever, if you're hungry," as nonchalantly as possible. She liked playing hostess, and preparing a party was enjoyable to her, but again, the crowd that she was serving didn't make her feel like she had to bring her A-game. Their opinion of her Thanksgiving wouldn't matter that much to her, partially because she didn't care, but also because there was still that part of her that knew that they were below her. No Thanksgiving that they had ever experienced could compare to the ones that she had, back at home, she thought. Their rinky-dink get togethers with their tacky aunts and uncles were laughable in comparison to the posh celebrations her family hosted. In Cara's world, it was the image that mattered, and that's why hers were superior. She had never really experienced a family party or family bond in itself, where the emotions and memories were more important than how expensive the wine was, or how A-list the guests were, so she didn't understand that there were some people who only cared about having a good time at parties, no matter what else happened.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
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Collin had a lot of patience in him, and that was the only reason for why he made it through the afternoon, dealing with Cara's constant over-his-shoulder presence. On good days, she was simply annoying, but on days like today, she was closer to being unbearable. Did she not realize that he was only here to do her a favor? He easily could have been sitting in the dining room of their father's home right now, as the house staff literally carried their food to them on silver platters. Yet, here he was, slaving away over a Thanksgiving meal that she was going to take credit for (and criticize him for, in the process). He didn't even want credit, because it wasn't like either of them had actually done anything with these dishes other than cook or reheat them. All of the hard work had been done at the restaurants that had sent them here, so it wasn't even that Collin wanted to be praised for work he didn't do. All he wanted, was for his sister to get off his back and start thanking him instead. This was Cara though, and Collin was the smart one in the family, so yeah, he was well aware that that was never going to happen. If he had nothing else to be happy about tonight, at least right now, Collin was just happy that all of the food was on the table, and he could finally try to relax. Makayla and Holly were always pleasant, and Jude was always good company too, so he figured that the night didn't have to be a complete train wreck. Worst case scenario, he decided, he could sneak back to his room after dinner and just finish the art history paper he had been trying to complete all morning.

He had forgotten entirely of Weston's promise to stop over, until there was a knock at the door. Collin already had a plate in his hand at that point, but hadn't put anything on it, and given that he was the closest person to the door as he rounded the corner of the island, he figured he should open it. He was glad he did too, given that he hadn't seen the text Wes sent him. "Hey, Holly! Look who finally showed up!" was the first thing that came out of Collin's mouth after opening the door. He turned back to Weston with a smirk, though it was a good-natured one. He was sure that Wes was going to give him some bullshit excuse for why he couldn't stay, and though Collin doubted that he would be able to talk him out of abandoning him so quickly, Holly might be able to. Even if she couldn't change his mind, the way that she could run her mouth could leave Wes stranded here for twenty extra minutes, depending on how many times Collin suggested she tell Wes more about the dog she had mentioned seeing at the parade, or about what she was thankful for today. Exploiting the girl's good nature was probably mean, but Collin couldn't help himself from getting a laugh out of it at Weston's expense. In his defense, it was usually him who had to listen to all of Holly's stories when Cara brought her over here, so allowing Wes to feel some of his pain (in terms of this Thanksgiving gathering and that) seemed only fair. "Sorry man, but not even one of Tony's pies is enough to get you out off your friendship obligation with me to at least see what I've got to put up with for the night, so step on in," he said, stepping aside to welcome Wes into the apartment.

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The game that was currently on was the Redskins vs. the Cowboys, and to put it lightly, Jesse was getting into it. He wasn't a fan of either team, with the NY Giants holding a special place in his heart, but the dedication to his team led him to dislike the Cowboys, who had become a rival team in recent years, and because of that, he wanted the Redskins to win. The Cowboys were 9-1 up until now, though, so Jesse wasn't betting on a loss on their part, even if he was hoping for one. By the time that Cara called out that the food was ready, the Redskins already appeared to be on their way to getting their asses handed to them, so Jesse was ready to flip the television off. He was surprised, however, to hear Makayla call out towards him, and yet not to him. As he cocked his head to the side, he noticed that Holly was still sitting on the couch with him, with only a cushion separating them. Could it be though, that she had been there since she sat down about twenty minutes ago... and he didn't hear a word come out of her mouth since then? The confusion was evident on his face as he looked at the younger girl, who's zombie like stare only faltered when the screen went black. "Didn't know football was your thing, Little Red," he commented, raising his eyebrows in genuine surprise as he got to his feet.

"It's not. Cara said that they're doing a rerun of the dog show that I missed watching earlier because I was out at the parade and stuff, but Makayla said I wasn't allowed to tell you to turn your football game off, so I was waiting for you to finish. Why are they called Redskins?"

He guessed he had something to thank Makayla for after that, because he was sure that if Holly had made a big deal about watching the program she wanted, Cara would've come over and made him change it, even if Makayla insisted he didn't have to. Maybe I'll toss her an extra twenty the next time she wants some of this dick, he thought, readjusting his decision to thank her in a more appropriate manner. Holly wouldn't be Holly if the things she said and questions she asked were normal ones. She was like a child in a lot of regards, but especially in how innocently blunt she was with the things she said. She called things as she saw them. "That's a good question. You should ask Brooklyn if you can use her laptop so you can look it up, and then tell me why they're called that after you figure it out," he suggested. It was the easiest response for him because for one, he knew he would get a laugh out of seeing Holly pester Brooklyn, and two, he didn't feel like trying to explain that the term "Redskin" was actually seen as an offensive and derogatory word for Native Americans. He left it at that with the girl for now, though, in favor of following his nose to where all of the food was lined up in the kitchen. Tossing the two empty bottles of beer that he had downed in the last few minutes into the waste bin first, he then grabbed a plate, just as Collin went to answer the door. "Since I'm sure Demarco is about to friend zone it up wherever Brooklyn's sitting," Jesse said, purposely speaking loudly enough for them all to hear, "I think I'll sit next to our beautiful hostess tonight." He announced it as if it were legendary news, but surprisingly, his attention was all on the food in front of him. By the time he had passed by every dish, his plate felt like it weighed twenty pounds and there wasn't room for anything else, even if he wanted more.

Although Holly had heard Makayla and Cara both say that it was time to eat, she remained seated on the couch, even after Jesse left. Now that the remote was in her hands, she was able to navigate through the channels until she found the National Dog Show rerun, from when it had originally aired earlier this afternoon. Food was important, and Holly was excited to have a real Thanksgiving turkey for the first time ever, but dogs came before everything. It was a random obsession for Holly to have, and when exactly it developed, she would never be able to pinpoint. When she had first moved in with Makayla's family, one of Makayla's father's friends always had a Pitbull that he would bring over. It wasn't a nice dog at all, and Holly knew after receiving a few growls or snaps at that it wasn't a dog to be played with, so it wasn't like she loved the animals forever. In fact, she was probably actually scared of them at that point. Somehow, though, the fear eventually disappeared and dogs became her "thing". She loved seeing them while she was walking on the streets, and maybe it was because she wasn't allowed to have one that she wanted one even more, but whatever it was, they were her current fixation. An entire program dedicated to finding the best dog in the world was something that seemed like it was made just for her, and she barely even stirred, initially, when Collin called out to her. It was only simple luck that allowed a commercial break to come right after his words, and that allowed Holly enough of a distraction to stand up to see who the blonde was talking about. Her face lit up at the sight of Weston, and she hurried towards the door. "Happy Thanksgiving, Westy boy!" she said energetically. "You made it just in time for dinner and the dog show. We've been waiting for you!" she said, grasping his forearm in excitement, before noticing what was in his hands. "Cara! Wes brought us a pie and he said that Tony's on her way over with macaroni and cheese and gummy bears!" she exclaimed, though she laughed aloud following this, as if it were her own little joke.

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As much as she told herself she was fine, Brooklyn definitely felt out of place spending a holiday this way. She hadn't spent a holiday with her family in so long, that she no longer really felt like that was how holidays were for her. It had been far too long since she and her parents and Kate had traveled to Connecticut to their grandparents house for Thanksgiving, where all of their cousins would gather. She remembered how much she enjoyed playing games with her cousins, who were all close in age with her, and how Kate loved to tag along and act like one of the "big kids". She could remember how nice their grandparents house would smell once the food started coming out of the oven, and how many times the adults chided them for being too loud at the kids table, and yeah, she missed it a bit, but it felt too foreign for her to get sentimental over, if she didn't think about it for too long. What had become her way of celebrating Thanksgiving for the past few years, was celebrating it with Nick. Jude would be included sometimes, too, but for the most part, for her, Thanksgiving meant sleeping all day, usually a fair amount of sex, and then going to get pizza or ordering in take out, and finally, seeing a movie in the theaters. Nick always told Brooklyn that she was demanding and materialistic, but her idea of a perfect holiday was that, and overall, it was pretty simple. Simple, and yet all she needed, and now that she was experiencing her first year without that, she was beginning to realize more and more that that was all she needed and wanted. She just didn't want that with someone who would cheat on her, even if he claimed that it wasn't technically cheating, since they had been broken up at the time. Technicalities didn't count in her mind though, because with their tumultuous relationship, they were breaking up almost once a week, and then getting back together the next day after some makeup sex. She knew that their separations weren't real, and so did he, so it was just as much cheating as it would have been on any other day, in her mind.

After leaving Tony's, Brooklyn had still been in the mindset that she could keep her spirits up, simply out of the desire to be vengeful. She didn't have to have energy to be positive and happy, but she could use it to look forward to getting back at Cara. As the hours passed, though, the realization that she wasn't going to be happy even if Cara was unhappy too, began to set in. Her relationship with Nick wouldn't suddenly be mended if she wronged "the other woman". That didn't mean that she wasn't still set on getting back at Cara, because even upset, Brooklyn still was Brooklyn. She just felt a lot more uneasy as the day began to remind her of what she had lost, that was all.

She had been in and out of her room over the past thirty minutes, but upon hearing Cara say that the food was ready, she figured it was time to go out. She didn't want to leave Jude stranded with the rest of these people, if nothing else. Though she could already tell that the food was going to be amazing, simply from the smell, she initially passed by it and headed towards the drinks. Cara and Makayla stood there, but that didn't deter her. When Brooklyn wanted liquor, nothing could stand in her way. While the other two girls seemed to be sticking to wine, Brooklyn opted to pour herself a Jack and Coke. With the way she was feeling, she was surprised at herself for not already being ten glasses in.

She would have started off the evening with some underhanded comment directed towards Cara, but the knock on the door caught her attention, and she watched Collin answer it. He's not ugly, she told herself, as she tried to imagine him with his clothes off. He truthfully wasn't ugly, either. If anything, he was actually quite attractive, but Brooklyn doubted she could shake that "younger brother" vibe he gave off, for long enough to actually see him as an equal. She watched as he pulled a move that she found to be very respectable, by essentially forcing Weston to stay longer than he likely intended, by goading Holly over. "Westy boy," Brooklyn repeated, approaching the trio and seemingly mulling over the nickname for a moment, before nudging Holly lightly as she passed by. "I like it," she decided, in approval of the moniker. Brooklyn and Weston weren't even really that close, where she could tease him that naturally, like she could his sister, but to Brooklyn, the depth of a relationship didn't really matter. She just liked to fuck with everyone, when she saw an opportunity. "It's funny you mention mac and cheese and gummy bears, Holl. Tony told me the same thing, that she was planning on bringing those over, when I spoke to her earlier. Someone needs to remind that girl that it isn't polite to be this late to a party." She had caught Jesse's obnoxious comment about how he would have sat next to her, if he didn't expect Jude to "friendzone" and take that seat, and though it had elicited an eye roll from her, she hadn't responded to it directly yet. Jesse was attractive, yes, but he was incredibly obnoxious, and persistent to the point of being pesky. "Yes, Jude, my love, please come friendzone it up. I need some intelligent conversation with my turkey, tonight," she said, placing her drink down for a moment, so she had two free hands to make a plate of food. Before she started browsing the food selection, however, she had to text Tony back.

To: Tony
Uneventful so far. And yours? Big sister let little brother abandon ship this early? I'm shocked! Also, Wes said you're dropping off macaroni and cheese and candy in a few minutes? Look at you with all these surprises up your sleeve, wifey!

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Jude had been avoided direct contact with everyone. He wasn't particularly pleased the majority of his company. Namely Jesse, who was honestly just the worst in Jude's opinion. Then there was Holly, who could be funny at times but she was too excited to even say something remotely interesting. And of course, the queen of it all, Cara. She had managed to remain calm through the rest of the "cooking" process, which Jude marked as an achievement, but now he was dreading the rest of the evening sitting at the same table as her.

He mostly spent the awkward time before everyone was silently stuffing their faces with very slowly and intentionally serving himself a drink. Weston came to door but Jude ignored it, he stood by the drinks and slowly sipped his bourbon. His green eyes scanned over the room, catching some with distain and others with appreciation. As he was actively ignoring the commotion around him, Jude drifted off into his own thoughts. He thought about later tonight with Olivelle and began to daydream of all the scenes that could play out. Jude wasn't stupid by any means, but he wasn't exactly the smooth talking guy that got all the girls. Honestly, he was just glad that she had agreed to come with him.

When Jude heard Brooklyn speak he snapped out of it. That was his cue. "Gladly," he said as he made his way to the chair next to her. "Anything for you, darling." Jude cooed while he put his arm around the back of Brooklyn's chair. Jude smirked at Jesse as he took another swig of his bourbon. Finding no interest in verbally communicating with Jesse, Jude looked at the vast array of food. At least Cara hadn't taken it upon herself to cook because the only redeeming qualities about this dinner was going to be the food and the booze.

The brunette settled into his chair and watched his peers gather their food first. He often liked wait to serve himself last. There was always plenty to go around and he absolutely wanted to avoid any awkward arm bumps, snatching a serving right before someone else, or the dreadful grabbing of the same spoon. So there he sat, feeling a slight victory over his jab at Jesse, and waited.

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"You really don't have to thank me!" Cara insisted, waving her hand, that wasn't holding her glass, nonchalantly. "I'd rather you and Holly be here, over Collin and I just eating alone," she then continued with a smile. She refrained from bringing up how Holly and Makayla would also be a good distraction for her, considering that Brooklyn and Jude's company was unwanted. She had extended the dinner invitation to the two of them simply out of politeness. They paid rent to live in the apartment, and so, if she was holding a get together, albeit a small one, sending an invitation their way seemed obligatory. She honestly had imagined that Brooklyn, at least, would have turned down the invitation, for obvious reasons related to their falling out. It didn't make sense that the girl that hated her so much would want to break bread with her at the same table, but then again, Cara supposed that this could be something like Jesus' last supper. Maybe Brooklyn was plotting to betray and kill her tomorrow, or something, she envisioned, as if she could somehow be compared to Jesus. She and Jude weren't immeasurably close either, but Cara minded his presence less than she did Brooklyn. He remained quiet, for the most part, and when they did talk, like earlier this afternoon, he was friendly enough. She understood that it was probably simply out of feeling forced to be kind or polite, but the motives behind it didn't matter, because she could be fake too. Jesse was here too, and his comment that alluded to how badly he wanted to get into Brooklyn's pants made Cara crack a smile, if only because it was a nice signal that there was someone here who was on her side. Jesse wasn't on her side in terms of being anti-Brooklyn, per se, but he was a real friend of hers. Cara trusted Jesse and she knew that he was here because their friendship was real. He, along with Makayla and Holly, and herself and Collin, would have made a fine Thanksgiving dinner, she decided. She didn't need or want Brooklyn or Jude here, but it was what it was, and as long as Cara had her wine, she decided that she could get through anything that this night threw her way.

As she took a step away from Makayla and towards the food, her gaze was averted towards the door, where Collin stood now with Weston Garcia and Holly. Holly called out to her about how Wes had come over to deliver a pie, and how his sister was planning on stopping by with macaroni and cheese and candy, and that comment seemed to elicit Brooklyn's presence, because the blonde chimed in that she heard that Antonia was planning on coming over as well. Initially, it took a lot of self-restraint for Cara to not shoot a glare in her brother's direction. She hadn't invited Tony over, but she wouldn't have doubted that Collin did. Weston was one thing - Cara actually thought he was a nice kid, from the little that she knew of him. His sister though... she just seemed like a bitch. No, Cara didn't know her personally, but she didn't have to. The girl just gave off unwelcoming vibes, she reasoned, and that was enough for her to decide that she didn't want to be friends with her. It wasn't like she cared enough to hate Tony, and it didn't even bother her that Collin seemed to enjoy hanging out at her bar from time to time, but she felt like it was a different story to welcome her into their home, unexpectedly, on Thanksgiving of all days. Though Holly's laugh might have been a signal that she didn't need to take the comment very seriously, Cara had no reason to believe that the younger girl was lying. It wasn't like she wasn't smiling or laughing 99% of the time that she was awake. "You don't want to eat mac and cheese on Thanksgiving, Holl!" Cara opted to respond with, as she placed a hand on the girl's back to usher her away from the door. "Remember how you told me you were so excited to try real Thanksgiving food? Today's the day you get to try it and see for yourself if you like it."

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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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"That's so nice of her," Cara smiled, when Weston explained why he was here. She looked towards her brother, who now had a pie in his hands, before looking back towards the Garcia boy. "Tell her she didn't have to do that, but we appreciate it." Did she like Weston's sister? No. However, that didn't mean that she was going to reject a gift from her. She wasn't going to eat it, because she didn't trust the food that came out of that girl's kitchen, but she was still going to be polite, because that was what hostesses did. It wasn't even being fake, in Cara's mind. It was just fulfilling the role of what she was tonight, and after offering Weston a grateful smile, she turned away, to find Makayla by her side and apologizing for something. She didn't have time to respond and brush it off, before Brooklyn opened her big mouth, though. This was the only reason why Brooklyn intimidated Cara, sometimes. This - this tendency she had to go from acting completely normal and civil, which in their books, basically meant just not speaking for a few days straight, to being catty, in the blink of an eye and for no good reason. It was alarming, because it showed how unpredictable the other blonde was, and understandably, Cara didn't like not knowing what to expect from someone that she knew she had wronged. She attributed it to Brooklyn being mentally unstable, crazy, even, and though that was a dramatic stretch, the way that Brooklyn acted still was unusual and very unique to her, because it seemed like she acted this way, even towards her friends. Some days she was nice and normal, and other days, she was rash and insensitive towards their feelings. Even though Cara knew that Brooklyn was trying to actually antagonize her and not Holly, the fact that she would use Holly as a tool for that only aided in Cara's ability to think lowly of the other girl. She was glad that Makayla stepped in to kindly correct Brooklyn's claim that the gravy on the turkey that Brooklyn had was blood, and with a curt, and very clearly fake, smile, Cara said, "No one's forcing you to eat it. I'm sure the McDonald's down the block is open if real food isn't really your style." Brooklyn would be doing the both of them a favor if she left, and so not to allow herself to get even more worked up, she turned away from the instigator and neared where the food was lined up. She paused, however, to text Sam back.

To: Sam
I'm not sure if you're talking about Brooklyn or Collin, but the answer is yes to whichever

Cara knew that Sam was referring to her, but she wouldn't even acknowledged that. It didn't bother her coming from Sam, because Cara was capable of accepting some forms of criticism from her friends, but in general, she disliked the idea that people had of her, being a diva and a drama queen. She didn't like that people assumed that she was a bitch, or condescending, or uppity, just because she had more money than them. A lot of people thought these things of her after having conversations and interactions with her, and that was one thing, but there were others who didn't know her and still thought it of her. She was okay with accepting the image from people who she had interacted with, but she didn't like the idea of having a reputation with people she didn't even know. It was hypocritical, probably, because it wasn't like Cara didn't judge those people herself, too, but it was always easier to see one side of the story when it benefited her.

She decided that now that at least Makayla and Holly, and Brooklyn and Jesse were getting food, that it was appropriate for her to do so as well. Her brother was still lingering by the door with Weston, and Jude was sitting next to Brooklyn without a plate, but she wasn't worried about the two of them helping themselves. Although there was a lot to choose from, Cara opted for a small plate of salad, and a helping of turkey as her meal. It was possible that she would go back for seconds later on, but she was never the type to overeat. It wasn't because she was really obsessed with dieting or anything - she just was never a big eater, even on days like today, that revolved around food. Once she was satisfied with what was on her plate, she sat down at the table, ensuring that there was a seat across from her open for Jesse.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Jude had been actively avoiding this entire debacle. Noticing a lull in the business of the food table, he made his move. Jude worked quickly and sat back down before anyone could really really notice he had left the table. Jude liked almost all food anyway, so filling his plate up wasn't a hard task.

The poor brunette was unsure where to go from here. Knowing how Brooklyn worked, it suddenly clicked for him. Jude knew exactly what Brooklyn was doing. She was trying to get back at Cara by sleeping with her little brother. Jude loved Brooklyn dearly, he really did, and he was fiercely loyal to his closest friends... But he wasn't sure if he could let Brooklyn get away with this. Let us not forget that Collin was also Jude's friend and roommate. Also, this whole casual revenge sex was just kind of crazy to Jude.

So there he sat, stuffing his face and watching in (subtle) disgusted amazement. If he had a choice he wouldn't say anything at all and he would somehow get the message across to Collin in some magical nonverbal way. Actually, if he had a choice he would be at Deja's doing whatever the hell Deja deemed necessary for a Thanksgiving dinner. That way he wouldn't even have to think about this whole scheme. But instead Jude laughed and smiled at his cues, like the good little boy he was while his head spun around ideas of friendship and what was right and wrong.

He could not, and probably would not say anything to Collin. Brooklyn would surely find some way to make Jude's life miserable he messed this up for her. It was also his best friendly duty to support her in all endeavors, right? Jude was having a really hard time with this one.

With the social stress mounting Jude just stared at Collin as he sat down and Brooklyn got up to make him a plate. "Dude..." was all that Jude could stupidly muster up.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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J E S S E || H A L L
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C A R A || F O R R E S T E R
Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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Jesse eventually sat down across from Cara at the table, and wasted no time in digging into his food. To no surprise, it was all very good, and he had no regrets about leaving his mother's celebration to come here instead. An authentic friendship between him and Cara might have seemed odd to some people, but it worked for them. Jesse already had Brooklyn, a blonde to lust over, and Tony, a hot chick with a little bit of an attitude to have fun with in bed. He didn't need Cara for either of those positions, so a platonic relationship worked best for them. Besides, despite what many people liked to think, Jesse wasn't only focused on sex. He liked people for their personalities too, and even if Cara's wasn't well-known for being likable, he found it to be. If she was such a bad person, there was no way that she would host a meal like this for people who she wasn't family with. Or, who he was now watching call over Collin, who she didn't even like. Why Brooklyn was here was still confusing to Jesse, but hey, he wasn't complaining. His taste and smell senses were satisfied from this meal, and now his vision sense would be satisfied too, by having some nice eye candy to look at while he ate. "Your brother better not be trying to move in on my woman," Jesse warned half-heartedly in a hushed tone. There was an empty chair separating him and Jude, but the distance definitely wasn't so great that the other boy wouldn't be able to overhear their conversation.

Cara didn't answer Jesse, though she, too, was not a fan of what was playing out. She set her fork down on her plate, unable to even multitask something as simple as eating with her focus on watching Brooklyn. Her eyes followed Collin as he came over to the table, and then, they followed Brooklyn as she made a very weird offer to make him a plate. "She's up to something, and I don't like it," Cara eventually replied with, though her eyes remained on Brooklyn, and only diverted away from her when she was caught off guard by Makayla's voice. "Okay, no problem," she said, somewhat distractedly as Makayla said something about running across the hall. Her eyes glanced towards the television that Holly was sitting in front of, and then back to Brooklyn. She felt the need to watch Brooklyn more closely, because she was certain that the girl was up to something that Cara wasn't going to like, but she also had a need that was nearly innate, to look after Holly. Even though the teenager appeared to be content and taken care of with her plate in front of the television, Cara felt like she needed to make sure. She picked up her own plate and glass of wine, and stood up, looking down at Jesse to say, "Make sure your woman behaves herself," in a voice that was quiet, though probably loud enough for the other two boys at the table to hear. She felt like glaring in Collin's direction, to prove some point that even she couldn't put a name to, but didn't even want to go there right now, and instead, left in a more subtle manner and headed towards the couch.

"Hey Holly," she said, her voice hosting a cheeriness that was a stark difference than how she had been speaking a moment before. She sat down next to the girl and pulled the coffee table closer to them so that she could set her plate and glass down there. "Do you like the food? And we wanted to watch the dog show, right?" Cara remembered that she had mentioned to Holly that she would try to DVR the animal show, because Holly wasn't going to be home to watch it, but she had forgotten to do so this morning. She grabbed the remote and skimmed through the channels, only to see that the re-run of it wouldn't start for another hour. "It looks like we're a little early. It won't come on again for another hour, but I recorded all of the episodes of that other dog show you like. 'Too Cute', is what it's called, right? Wanna watch that for now?" she said, already turning one of the episodes on. When it came to the television, Cara knew that it wasn't too hard to appease Holly, especially if you could find something dog or cartoon related.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West

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Dane's chuckle in response to Tony's recollection of the night before was only somewhat muffled by the mouth full of food he had. It was funny because Dane knew exactly who Tony was referring to, and he could picture exactly what she was talking about, clear as day. He wasn't around her bar that often to know every usual customer, especially by name, but he was there enough to know who a few of them were, even if he didn't interact with them. For some reason, he had always appreciated how her family's place did a good job at maintaining a balance between old customers and new ones. There were enough familiar faces around the bar to give it a homey feel sometimes, or at least a feel that signified that enough people kept coming back, to an extent where the place was trustworthy. Yet, at the same time, there were enough people his age there, especially on the weekends, where his didn't feel like he was sitting in some rundown dive bar if he stopped by to grab a few drinks after work. It was just an easy and fun spot to hang out at, and for maintaining an atmosphere like that alone, he had to give Tony credit for. Though, having girls like Sam and Deja employed there probably made it easy for a younger crowd, especially of guys his age, to be attracted to it. If you want to be served drinks all night, why not be served by a girl who you're already imagining underneath your bed sheets with you?

"Sounds like I missed out on a good time," he joked, though he was sure that there was at least some truth to that. The following interaction between Tony and Weston made him laugh, though luckily now, he had washed down his food with the rest of his beer. "Hey, man," he greeted Wes as he stood up to retrieve a new beer. He watched the siblings go back and forth, with added comments from their extended family, and it reminded him of home. Even though he wasn't dreadfully missing his own siblings, it was nice, and somehow comforting, to see something that felt familiar to him. "I wouldn't pin you as the type to come from a strict family," Dane admitted to Sam, when he sat down and began to feast on the food that was still left on his plate. "But then again, I guess all grandmas are like that. Mine was pretty by the books, too."

He knew that the plan for after Tony's was Deja's, and he was happy with that, because he hadn't seen Deja in a few days and loved her and all, but... something had him reaching for his phone to text Jesse again, and also send one to Brooklyn. Why he wanted to go to Cara's, he didn't know. Or he did know, but he didn't want to admit that it was because of that stupid crush he had on the blonde. Instead, he wanted to think that he was just curious about how his friends were doing. Yeah... that was all.

To: Jesse
You eating at Cara's or coming to Deja's? I'm at Tony's. Trying to figure out what's next.

To: Brooklyn
Hey Brooke, happy thanksgiving. You're still in the city today, right? At your place, or somewhere else?

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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: 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: Dane Elkner

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 7:00 PM



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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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Hex Code: #a63335
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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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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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C A R A || F O R R E S T E R
Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
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As seven o'clock rolled around, Cara was relieved that dinner was over, and a success in itself, and that now, all that was left was dessert. Like with dinner, she laid the options out on the island counter and allowed people to pick from them as they pleased. Unlike what she was used to back at home, today's meal wasn't a fancy multi-course meal where you were served certain dishes at certain times. It was more casual and easy, and though she wasn't quite sure if she liked that better or not, overall, she was content with how the night was going. Nothing bad had happened, and she could only say that so far, since the way that Brooklyn and Collin were socializing was still getting on her nerves. She knew that Brooklyn was up to something. She just didn't know what. Maybe the way that she had to divide some of her attention to keep an eye on her and her brother played a role in how eventually, Cara forgot that Makayla had left her apartment and never returned. Maybe part of it was the wine. Likely, though, a major part of it came from the fact that Cara was so used to Holly being over on her own. Whenever Makayla had to work at night, Cara would keep an eye on Holly over here, and though she was never hosting a group of people like she was tonight, the rest of what she did with Holly was pretty similar. They would eat dinner, be it at the apartment, or at a restaurant, and then they would watch television or a movie, or Cara would help Holly with school work, or they would run some errands. It was something that she was used to by now, so in her tipsy state of mind, where she wasn't paying complete attention to Holly, it felt normal to have the girl sitting beside her on the couch with Makayla no where in sight.

When Jesse called out to her, she only then realized that Makayla was actually supposed to be there with them. She tried to recall what Makayla had said on her way out, but even then, Cara had only been half listening as she glared across the kitchen table at her brother. Did she say that she was going out to do something specific, in which case maybe it was understandable that she was still gone? Or did she say she was just running across the hall, in which case she definitely should have been back by now? Cara couldn't remember, and she wasn't exactly worried, but just confused, so before answering Jesse, she sent a quick text message to the missing girl, blaming her curiosity on Holly, even if it wasn't true.

To: Makayla
Hey! I completely forgot where you said you were going, but Holly was just asking for you, so I told her I would ask you when you would be back

Thinking of Holly, she turned to the girl, who still seemed to be mesmerized by the next episode of Too Cute that was playing on the screen. "I'll be back in a second. Want me to get you any more desserts while I'm up?" she inquired. After she received a distracted shake of the head as a 'no', Cara approached the kitchen table where Jesse was, only now, processing what he had actually said. "I don't have ping pong balls, beer pong isn't really my thing," she explained. "...Which is why, you're probably better off being your own teammate. I'll only weigh you down, and I'm keeping an eye on Holly right now anyway, since Makayla disappeared."

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Dane Elkner

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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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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Jude had spent the remainder of the evening grinning through his teeth and sweating cartoon beads down his forehead. Despite his efforts to derail Brooklyn, or even prevent them from having moment alone, Jude's bladder could wait no longer. It was also clear that there was nothing more he could do. Brooklyn's knowing smile and the alcohol that Collin had consumed were not a good combination, and Jude knew that he needed to give up his cause.

While in the bathroom Jude took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. He was still the lanky, dark lad he remembered himself being. He pushed his hair back and gave himself a wide grin, looking for any forgotten food. Nothing out of the ordinary. Jude left the bathroom as he heard Jesse holler his name. Jude heaved a great sigh, taking his moment alone in the hallway to dramatically roll his eyes. Of course Jesse needed to some stupid moment to prove his masculinity. Luckily for Jude, he had an out.

"Look, man," Jude said after gathering his jacket and photography gear from the other room. "I'd love to kick your ass at beer pong, but I told Deja I'd help her set up the party." Everything that had come out of Jude's mouth was a lie. Jude would only like to kick Jesse's ass in a fist fight. Jude also didn't have the beer pong skills to win against anyone, let alone the frat boy of the apartment building. He also hadn't promised Deja anything, nor did she need help. Yet, he figured it was a decent excuse. He figured that he would see Jesse later that night at Deja's anyway. Getting away from this odd crew of people was suddenly becoming especial to Jude.

"Brook," he called before approaching her and placing a brotherly kiss on the forehead. "Be good." He gently untangled his fingers from her blonde mop of hair and made his way to the door. "Cara, it was a lovely dinner. Thank you for the food and the booze." And with that he escaped before anyone else could stop him.

Jude awkwardly hauled his things down the way and entered Deja's apartment after giving the door three soft knocks. Normally he would avoid bringing his expensive gear to a party, but he had no intention of returning to his own apartment until everyone else inside was sleeping. "Hey, everyone!" Jude said. Without even asking he placed his things in Deja's room, knowing that they wouldn't get destroyed if they were put aside. Jude quickly rendered the living space and clapped his hands together.

"Now, where's the weed?"

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Initially, Jesse was ready to protest when Cara claimed that she wasn't interested in playing, but then Jude bailed, and it was only him and Collin left. Jesse was completely content; happy, even, with Jude leaving, because it meant that he had one less person to compete with. While he was always interested in pursuing Brooklyn, it definitely was worth noting that his thirstiness was dramatized tonight because of the competition. If he had Brooklyn alone, he would have felt a lot less of a need to crush any other guy in the area, but his competitive nature was taking a hold of him, and was telling him that Jude and Collin were making a mockery out of his name by trying to run him out of the "game" like this. Jesse was normally pretty relaxed, but he didn't take well to being challenged, especially in a manner that he didn't find to be playful, and especially when he had alcohol in his body. That was why, it took a bit of restraint for him to not come for Collin after his smart remark, and he opted instead to say, with a deadpan glare, as if it were nothing short of a promise, "Forrester, I'll kick your ass in beer pong, in 'winning it all' and right here and now in 'real life', if that's what you want. I'll destroy you on any one of those courts. Just say the fucking word, my man."

He was irritable now, and he found himself kicking back a rum and coke faster in just a few seconds worth of time, as Holly came bounding into the kitchen with a complaint about Brooklyn. "Would you get her out of here now, Cara? Shit, I thought this was going to be a party, not a daycare center." Why he had become irritated to this degree so quickly, was hard to really say. Collin and Jude definitely had something to do with it, especially now that he felt like Jude had disrespected and dismissed him by leaving, and his sexual frustration probably had something to do with it to an even greater extent. "Send her home. Makayla plays you like a fucking fiddle to get you to deal with her 'special' sister for free. You've gotta know your worth better than that, Cara. You're not her little bitch. Prove it. Get rid of her so we can actually have fun tonight." Even though now he was sure that no one would want to play with him, he busied himself while talking with filling each of the cups on the table with beer. If Collin wanted to back out because he was offended, Jesse would certainly use it as a reason for why Collin was an even bigger bitch than he thought him to be at that moment.

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C A R A || F O R R E S T E R
Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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Hex Code: #a63335
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Cara and Jesse's friendship wasn't one that many people would assume right away. She had a reputation for only associating with people of a higher class, and at least in her mind, all that she needed to know about him was that he was a garbageman, to decide that he certainly wasn't at that level. They were different, and because she adhered to social standards so strictly, their friendship was unlikely, but it was real. Ninety-nine percent of the time, Jesse was very pleasant to be around. He always kept it real with her, but he was funny, and a good listener, and always able to make conversation about just about anything. Though she saw him in a strictly platonic light, he had a personality that often had her thinking that even her dad would like him, because he even had that much charm in him. In fact, Cara had only seen Jesse in one of his more hostile moods on one other occasion besides this one, and it had barely even counted, because it only involved her passing him in the hallway as he drunkenly yelled obscenities at whoever was on the other side of the phone call he was making. It had alarmed her, yeah, but it was easy to laugh about the next day, because it didn't really affect her. To be standing here now, dealing with him threatening her brother, and more importantly, absolutely tearing into Holly for no reason whatsoever, was completely inappropriate and it disgusted her. "Get out," she stated immediately, walking over to where he stood by the kitchen table. For now, she had to ignore Holly, because dealing with Jesse seemed like a more urgent matter over reassuring Holly that there was no monster-turkey, or that what Jesse said wasn't true. When Jesse wasn't moving fast enough for her, she placed a hand on his chest and gave him a light push towards the door. "Get out, get out, get out. You just crossed a line, so now you can leave," she demanded, pushing harder until he was walking backwards towards the door.

In the back of his mind, Jesse knew that Cara was right, and he had crossed a line in being so abrasive and verbally aggressive (at least with Holly standing right there), but right now, he didn't want to consider that. He wanted to be angry and outraged, as if he was being wronged for no good reason at all. Even though he was clearly pissed off, he could still think clearly enough to remind himself that one: Cara was a girl, and two: Cara was his friend. Those were the only reasons that had him allowing her to literally push him out the door. He didn't walk without trying to vouch for himself further, all while probably digging his grave even deeper, though. "Are you fucking kidding me, Cara? You're really gonna play me like that, for speaking the truth? Woooooow, okay. Whatever. Just make sure your bro knows I'll kick his ass tomorrow, if he still wants to talk big." He was overreacting, because nothing that Collin said was even comparable to the things that came out of his own mouth, but again, that wasn't something that his brain was considering right now.

Cara was tempted to not say another word to him at all, because there were no words for how he was acting. It was like something snapped in his head, or maybe one too many drinks hit his system, and suddenly he went from being fun to being some aggressive macho-man who wanted to rip everyone to shreds. When they reached the door, and she gave him one final push into the hallway, she said, "You're really disgusting when you get like this. I hope you can realize that after you sober up or calm down or whatever is wrong with you."

"I'm not even drunk," he said, shaking his head and looking at her like she was brain-dead. "You need to learn how to take a fucking joke, but whatever. Don't say I never tried to help you avoid your bro fucking the girl who wants you dead." His quest to sleep with Brooklyn wasn't necessarily being done to save Cara from the aftermath of Collin sleeping with her, but he could add the noble spin on to it for now, since it fit his narrative.

"Goodnight, Jesse," she said, unimpressed and un-bothered, though once she slammed the door shut, her tone began to show that she clearly was bothered. "And on that note, everyone else is free to leave as well. The party is over, so other than Holly, unless the two of you plan on cleaning this apartment, you can see yourselves out or into your rooms until I'm done cleaning." She didn't know who deserved to hold her gaze more at her next remark, so she looked from Brooklyn to Collin as she added, "And I hope you're glad that you ruined the entire night. I'm sure that was your plan all along, so just know that you accomplished it. All I wanted to do was put together a nice dinner and just have a relaxing night, and you two had to destroy it in every possible way."