The journey to the bar honestly should not have been as long as it had been, especially considering the fact that at some point, the cheery smile on Sienna's face had dimmed by the time they had actually arrived. Girls kept coming up, one after the other, first telling Charlotte how great she looked. How ethereal and all that nice stuff. And they complimented Rose too since...well, come on, Rose Buchanan in red is utterly to die for. But then they got to Sienna and started gushing and Sienna...Sienna was vain. She could admit it. You wanted to compliment her? Oh, ravish her with compliments, she could never get enough. But Vincent had put her in a mood and every step inside reminded her that this was Piper's party and Piper probably couldn't be trusted.
Thankfully, Jane had arrived and was pulling on her, and a happy Jane was better than an in-denial and totally-about-to-get-slapped-some-common-fucking-sense Jane, and Sienna liked her more than the other girls. She kept her arm looped with Charlotte's, however. So, when the brunette pulled Sienna, she was also pulling the class president to the bar right along with them. And Jane was the best, she had decided. Jane knew what Sienna needed and that was fine and great, and she was down for the cause. So, she glanced between the bartender and Jane, trying to decide. "Two shots of vodka each." A beat later. "Wait, no, tequila." A ping from her phone and Sienna saw Vincent's text. Gritting her teeth, she painted on her most sure, almost salacious smirk to the bartender. "You know what? Fuck it, both. Two shots of vodka and tequila, each. And a strawberry daiquiri for Madam President. Anything you want Rose?" Sienna ignored the part of her brain that argued against shots of two different clear alcohols, but she reason that there was going to be food. So, this was fine.
Yep, totally fine.
A few seconds later, the shots were lined up and Sienna grinned at Jane. "Bottom's up, babe." Without preamble and definitely without waiting for her brunette counterpart (and ignoring whatever look Charlotte was bound to give her), Sienna knocked one shot of tequila back before hurrying up to chase it with the other. The burn was only slight and she welcomed its sting, not really even tasting the alcohol. She didn't know what that said about her. "Damn," she muttered at the warmth that settled in her belly and luckily (and maybe not too luckily, if Sienna could find it in her to be actually happy about being disturbed), her phone made another noise. A text, this time from Carrie. She hurried to text the girl back before giggling at Jane. "You gotta keep up, J." She told her friend before setting her attention back to her two shots of vodka before surreptiously glancing at the twins. "You two better to. The night is too young."
To: Carrie
At the bar. Find u in 1 min. U want anything?
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R I C A R D O ~ S L I M
"Don't tell me I hurt your feelings?"
Outfit|| DSquared2 Beverly Hills Tuxedo w/ mask
Location || The Ballroom
IPod || Turn Down (For What?) by DJ Snake ft. Lil Jon
Mood || Apathetic
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R I C A R D O ~ S L I M
"Don't tell me I hurt your feelings?"
Outfit|| DSquared2 Beverly Hills Tuxedo w/ mask
Location || The Ballroom
IPod || Turn Down (For What?) by DJ Snake ft. Lil Jon
Mood || Apathetic
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Unlike most other guys, Ricardo did not flinch at Vincent's display of hostility, not even at the very much obvious anger blaring in his eyes or the fact that his friend's emotions were hardly contained. It was interesting that Vincent managed to restrain himself, and even more-so, that Rick's smirk did not stay in place. Despite the mask, the most that he was able to show was that by the time Vincent turned away, Rick's smirk had dropped and an eyebrow had raised in silent question. In challenge. He couldn't tell anyone why he liked antagonizing his friends - hell, why he liked antagonizing people in general. He just did.
And, instead of following Vincent like a good friend and trying to console him - reassure him that absolutely nothing had and probably won't happen between himself and his friend's girl - Rick allowed his smirk to fall right back into place. He waved leisurely at a few paparazzi, winked at a few girls waiting on the outside, and practically swaggered his way on inside the ballroom. He was the last of his group to enter, not that it mattered since...well, look at him. Rick knew he looked good for the night, and it wasn't like the first few debutantes that flocked to him practically immediately didn't spell that out for him, and he was Ricardo Torrez Slim-Helú. When did he ever not draw attention to himself?
It didn't take him long to spot his people. Vincent was on one side of the bar alone, probably pouting like the little bitch he was going to act like until either the alcohol was cleared out of his system or someone knocked his ass out because he wanted to start something. Sienna, surprisingly, was on the other side, absolutely oblivious and with the Buchanan twins and Jane. He watched as his favorite singer knocked back two shots relatively easier than she normally would have, tilting his head only slightly which made one of the girls on his arm continue idly chatting about the evening thus far. Not like he was honestly paying attention. His eyes flitted over to where he had last seen Sydney disappear to, only to gaze upon her and Connor speaking alone. A lazy smirk morphed on his face and after debonairly excusing himself, Rick headed over to the pair.
"And what do we have here, you two? Love confessions under the glittery light of the chandeliers?" He teased, glancing first at Sydney with a rather unreadable expression now that he was closer to her and then teasingly at Connor. "Nice way to set the mood, Harkins. Real smooth."