When Sydney stepped back out of the closet, Sienna was nodding her head in agreement to the text the blonde had sent and scooped her black embroidered clutch. She had set it down when Jane first entered the bedroom and honestly would have forgotten it had she not turned back around to make sure she had everything she needed.
Sienna giggled good-naturedly at Jane's exclamation and linked arms with her favorite brunette when Sydney stepped in front of them and was the first to leave the room. Some things never change, Sienna found herself thinking with a wry smirk. It was surprisingly easy for them to fall back into this pattern - natural, comfortable. Sienna didn't know what she had been looking for when being alone with Jane and Sydney, since she wouldn't have been surprised if that had ever been a part of Jane's plans to get her friends back together, but if she expected the worst case scenario, this definitely wasn't it. And maybe it was because she and Sydney were thinking about someone other than themselves and their problems. She couldn't even tell, the point was that as they exited her bedroom and she quickly shut off the lights before shutting the door behind them, she had to admit...she liked this.
She damn sure didn't like Jane's lies, but that was another story.
Which was why, for once, she didn't flinch when Sydney brought up Vincent. In fact, as the girls walked in the hallway, Sienna had allowed herself a chance to glance back at her phone and almost laughed aloud. She had to cloud that look over with a smirk, but her mirth might have been obvious when she met both Jane and Sydney's expectant stares. Especially after Jane practically demanded that she be over him already. The questioning forced her to sober up and Sienna hummed thoughtfully before replying, "Definitely think he's not sober, if that means anything." And it did mean a lot, especially for Sienna. Not just because he might say the wrong (or right, depending on who's involved) thing, but because...Vincent was two different ways when he was drunk. Sometimes one after the other, but always two different ways.
Rowdy and crass Vincent who was basically the regular Vincent that everyone else knew but with barely any filters. Again, he was almost himself but if he didn't have any filters not being drunk, his filters were definitely out the window at this point. Which meant trouble for Sienna if he didn't know how to keep his words (or hands) to himself in a crowded space. The other side was one that (as far as she was aware) only Sienna knew about, the one who would pitifully text her random phrases of i miss u and i still love you and plz don't hate me 4ever. The one who was super affectionate and practically needy and tore down at whatever invincible walls Sienna swore she had set up for the night when trying to take him home. Either way she put it, she was kinda screwed. Both literally since she was sure that was on Vincent's mind, and figuratively...considering what was on Vincent's mind.
Which was why a little bit of vague honesty seemed like the right move. "Ummm...it's a bit more...complicated than that," she answered, choosing at that moment to play with the ends of her hair. No matter what she did, that was always going to be Sienna's tell. "It's honestly a long pillow talk with lots and lots of wine, and me not in Giuseppe Zanotti." That explanation felt better and though she was feeling a bit uncomfortable, she made sure to address one small thing. Her words were originally directed towards Jane, but she firmly glanced at Sydney when stating resolutely, "But...if it does come down to it, you'll be the first to know." And Sydney would be. That had been her plan. Sienna couldn't have controlled Kelley even if she wanted to and she still had a bone to pick with Vincent for telling all of his family, but she was going to play her part. And tell Sydney when it came down to it. For now, she had guests.
When the trio descended the stairs (and when was the last time anyone had seen them do this?), Sienna noted that the girls gone were the same ones who text her. Girls from the dance studio Constance had a partnership with, her sister and friends (which sucked cuz Sienna hadn't gotten the chance to take pics) a few she had dinner with once before, Piper...Carolina. That caused a frown to form...but Sienna noted the remaining, including Rose, Charlotte...Tori. Sienna only glanced for a moment at Sydney before smiling at the group, particularly Charlotte.
"Look at my flawless Madam President slaying the Cinderella game," she exclaimed excitedly, taking in Charlotte's white gown and what she had done to her hair. She stepped closer to the blonde at that moment, murmuring low and teasingly, "Tryna' make Harkins eat his heart out?" She winked at the blonde playfully before being snatched up by a classmate. In particular, one of her back-up dancers, Katie. Who was always a fashion buff. "So, first of all, you abandon us only to come out as squad goals," Katie started with a playfully accusatory tone, but then eyes Sienna hungrily. Or, more her dress hungrily. "And then you come out with a dress that hasn't even hit the runway yet!? Matthew Williamson?" Sienna only grinned, pulling herself from the brunette's grip and heading over to the bar set up in the room to grab the champagne from the fridge. "The one and only," she replied with a grin and started getting glasses out. "So, obvi it's almost about that time, but one last toast to one of the best nights ever is the last thing on my agenda. Ladies, grab a glass. Not one person in this room better have a glass of water."
Rick only smirked at the expression on Connor's face as he set to attempting to clean up and decidedly stared at Vincent when the guy took another swig of alcohol. Ric and Vincent had a pecular relationship at times, particularly when Vincent was drunk. On one hand, Ric might choose to join the other athlete in his i-don't-give-a-fuck attitude and just go all out. Other times...Vincent was simply entertainment. Maybe it said something about Ricardo for having everyone who surrounded him be of some entertainment value, he didn't know, but his friend was...amusing during these times. Connor might have thought Ric's control was easy when it came to their friend and in a sense, it was...but there were other moments. Ones he wasn't even sure Connor knew about...like when Vincent would be real honest of all a sudden about how he really felt about Sienna. Those were his most entertaining.
"I don't know, man," he said, chuckling at the face his friend made from reading some text on his phone. "I don't know who should get an award...you for managing to be drunk before we even get to the party, or Connor for having the patience of a saint. How many Jack and cokes did you have?" It left him laughing again.
As Connor explained his situation, Ric narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not say anything. And almost didn't when Vincent decided to chime in. And maybe that had to do with Sydney texting him in the middle of Connor speaking, resulting in Ricardo splitting his attention between his friend and his phone. He smirked at her response, at how quick she was to the draw.
To: Sydney
Evry man's a dreamer at his core. Takes only the beautiful 2 bring it out
To: Sydney
Leaving now
"Yeah, let's. The girls are ready anyway." Ricardo replied distractedly. Just as he slid his phone back into his pocket, Rick caught wind of...what did Vincent just say? Yeah, his friend had said it was time to go and Rick would have done the same if he had been quicker, but...what? Did he say...girlfriend? Rick glanced at Connor only momentarily before a slow smirk slid across his face, eyes twinkling with mischief. And this was why he loved a drunk Vincent. Instead of attacking his friend head-on for his admittance, Ricardo turned to Connor purposefully as the trio headed out, clapping a hand on the nice guy's shoulder. "Not gonna tell you what to do, but I'll tell you like I told the drunk asshat over there. Your girl's not gonna wait forever." He hummed thoughtfully for a moment before continuing, "Dude, I won't even lie to you and tell you that you had a chance with Sydney. Because you didn't, let's just be honest. But Buchanan...? Let's just say that you can follow Sydney's orders all you want, but someone else will be all over Buchanan at some point tonight when we both know you wanna be. So, you decide. Let someone else come after your girl or go get her yourself. Your choice." Rick left it at that. He didn't know Victoria Walsh that much nor cared about her at all, but he did like Charlotte. And if she was still nursing that crush on Connor, it was only a matter of time before his inaction caused her to lose it. Which prompted him to shoot her a text too. And Sienna too.
To: Sia
Ur boy toy's drunk
To: Madam President
U already kno who I'm talking about, but know that he doesn't want her. He's stupid
As soon as they got into the very spacious, twenty-seat limousine, Rick turned his full attention on Vincent. He relaxed in the back seat of the limousine, arms splayed out behind him on the seat rather comfortably. Hell, he probably looked harmless in this pose, legs crossed and a light smirk on his face. Except his eyes glinted in the dim lights of the limousine and when he felt the vehicle move, that was when he attacked. "But the real question of the night goes over to my man Vince over here," he stated, eyeing the athlete with a growing smirk. He glanced at Connor for a moment, regaling him with, "See, I asked him a while ago to go talk to Sia. You know, man up and square things away. But some people like dodging my questions and now..." Rick turned his full attention back to Vincent with an arched eyebrow. "And now, you've got a girl, Vince? Since when?"