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Isaac Rankin

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a character in “A New York Life”, originally authored by CharlotteV, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Isaac Rankin's Story

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Thursday, November 26th, 2015 | 11:00 AM

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“Here, put this on,” a shirt was tossed back and with a quick, swift motion of his arm, Oliver caught the shirt that Collin had tossed him. “Is this really necessary?” Oliver whined behind him. Collin turned his attention away from his closet and towards Oliver, who was sitting on the edge of his own bed. “Yes Oli, my parents will be here any minute and the last thing I need is for you to be looking like you just came in off the streets.” Collin turned back into his closet, his voice mildly muffled by being turned away from Oliver. He continued to talk to Oliver while rummaging through hangers of clothes. “Believe me, my parents will be happy to see you trying. Besides, you rarely ever get dressed up. It’s time you look like a man.” Oliver groaned and swung his head back, landing just under his pillow.

Collin turned to see his friend and roommate laid across his bed, rubbing his hands over his face while muttering something just under his breath. Collin walked over to him, holding another button up shirt, and sat down beside him. He looked down at the shirt in his hands and played with a loose thread while talking. “Listen, if you don’t want to see my family that’s fine bro. I just figured with your parents not coming to visit, the least I could do was make sure you weren’t stuck here along on Thanksgiving day, you know?” Collin turned his head to look over his shoulder at his friend who had been quiet. “Come on, Oli. You don’t have to dress super nice, man. Just wear something that you’ll be comfortable in that looks nice. Join me today, would ya? I’d hate to see your day go to waste.” Oliver sat up, leaning himself against his elbows and forearms. He looked at Collin and with a shy smile, he nodded. “Fine, I’ll join your family. But listen, I’m not wearing any of your weird silk shirts.” The two laughed together. Collin playfully pushed Oliver over and went back to rummage into his closet. “Fine, but you’re wearing something nice.” Oliver sat up, then pulled himself off the bed. “Alright, alright. Lay something out, I’m going to jump in the shower before Isaac gets in there.” Oliver walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom as Collin continued to look for clothing for himself and for Oliver. Once Collin had picked out an outfit for himself to wear, he looked for one for Oliver. Collin had picked himself a simple gray suit to wear with a black tie over a white dress shirt. For Oliver, he kept it just as simple, with a black blazer and pant combo with a simple white dress shirt.


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The shower was Oliver’s favorite place in the apartment. He had a few favorite places to go and hide away from the real world but he truly loved the shower because to him, it was the most productive hiding spot. No one bothered him in the shower, and in the meantime, he’d get clean and create lists in his head for every aspect of his life. The shower was his thinking space as well as a hiding space. As the hot water beat down on his back, he couldn’t help but think about his family and the fact that they weren’t coming to visit. He knew his parents were separated but to not be able to spend one day together so that you can spend time with your son, he just didn’t understand. It was enough to bring an empty feeling to his gut. He was appreciative of Collin and the fact that he offered up his family for him to spend time with, which he was planning on doing, but it still made him upset that he wasn’t going to see his family on Thanksgiving. At this point, however, there was nothing that Oliver could do anymore. He tried to convince his parents to come for just a few hours, but neither of the two would budge. The issue was either money or the other parents. Regardless, Oliver was enraged at both of his parents. Midway through his shower, Collin banged on the door, “Ollie, let’s go! Get moving!” Oliver rolled his eyes, rinsed his body one last time, and turned the water off. He wrapped himself in a towel, and opened the door to see Collin smiling. “Let’s go princess, they’re on their way here from the airport now.”


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While Collin waited for his family to arrive and for Oliver to get dressed, he got together all the final details of what his day would consist of. He walked over to Isaac’s bedroom door, which was shut, and knocked on it. He spoke through the door before awaiting a response. “Isaac, you better be getting ready in there. My family is almost here, and I know you’re not skipping out on us. Get your ass up.” He banged on the door a few times, loudly, to make sure that Isaac was awake. He walked away while removing his phone from his pocket. He sent out a text to Isaac, in case he hadn’t heard what Collin yelled through the door; to Marie, to ask if she was still coming over; and finally, he texted his mom to catch a status of their location and arrival time.


To: Isaac
bro, you better be up. Momma King will not be happy to hear you’re not joining.


To: Marie
hey you, you comin over??? Rents will be here soon


To: Momma King
Ma, where are you? What time will you get here? You know where you’re going right??


To which his mother replied:

From: Momma King
Yes, Collin. We know where we’re going. We’ll be there shortly. Just leaving JFK now.

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Isaac's room was always dark, it was kind of a thing. He only had a singular bulb in the fixture, and a blackout curtain over the one window in the room. It was perfect for the kind of person who liked to sleep until two in the afternoon, or woke up hungover more often than not. Like he was now. He felt like straight up death. Death that had been run over by a truck. Twice.

He sighed as he finally pried his eyes open, the small sliver of light shining across the floor where the drapes couldn't cover it assaulting his eyes like it had something against him personally. He ought to thumbtack it shut...later, when he had more energy. As for now, his arm just fell loosely off the edge of his bed, his fingers colliding into the bottles littering his floor, the clinging of glass making him wince and bury his face into the soft cotton of his pillow. He could still hear the damn noise bounding around in his head, causing it to throb.

He really fucking hated being sober. There were only a few times a year he did it on purpose, and lately such occasions had started to count as 'Family Time'. Not his family, of course, because there was no fucking way that bridge was ever being crossed, but Collin's. It still felt a little weird, sometimes, to know there were people out there who actually wanted him around. Who cared if he ate a decent meal on Thanksgiving, cared how he was doing. It still made his head spin.

Granted, his head was spinning for a lot of reasons currently. He could hear the others moving, hear the hot water heater as it started up, and he muttered a curse as he tried to burrow even farther under his pillow. Which was completely in vain, because in the next ten minutes Collin was pounding his fucking fists against Isaac's fucking door.

Isaac groaned and sat up, his hand grabbing one of the bottles off the floor as he pouted while he listened to Collin yell at him. He wasn't getting ready. He really needed to. He needed a shower too, because he smelt like sweat, and his sweat always smelt like alcohol. Probably because the only liquid in his body was alcohol. He shrugged a little, lifted the bottle to his mouth, and swallowed what little was left. Straight Vodka. He made a face, shuddered, and dropped it before climbing out of bed. He was a little shaky, but who knew when the last time he ate was...he'd fallen asleep sometime around four am the morning before last...slept all day yesterday...trying to be sober for today. It'd worked, unfortunately.

He found his phone in the pocket of some jeans laying on his floor, and dug it out only to frown at it. From: Hey Jude. Message: bro, you better be up. Momma King will not be happy to hear you’re not joining. He didn't bother replying. Instead he dropped the phone and finally left his room.

It was worse out there. Light everywhere, window blinds open, he hated it with a passion. Collin wasn't far, typing away on his phone. "Hey Jude!" he called, and when his roommate glanced up Isaac shot him a grin and the finger. He was grumpy when he was sober - and up before the clock changed to PM times - but they both knew it was all in good fun. Even an irritated Isaac wasn't a cruel Isaac.

The shower helped. The hot water soothed his sore muscles, the scented soaps helped clear his head a little, and he actually liked being clean. He washed off twice, just because they were having company, and he was a little nervous. He also brushed his teeth twice, once he got out, aiming to get rid of any lingering alcohol, shoving the bristles so far down his tongue most people would gag. Once satisfied he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed back to his room.

He took longer than Collin would probably like to find an outfit, well aware they were on a time crunch, but eventually he pulled out a pair of black trousers and his one button down shirt. He found a blazer somewhere, and had no fucking clue where it came from. After he pulled everything on though, he had a feeling he'd stolen it from Collin's closet, because it was a little long...and didn't quite match his pants. He pushed his sleeves up to his elbows so they wouldn't fall over his hands, and rolled his eyes at his reflection in the mirror. Isaac liked nice clothes (it was the gay in him), he just didn't know how to wear nice clothes (which was the 'raised hella poor' in him).

He spent the next thirty minutes trying to do something with his hair, which just ended up being as messy as it always was, and then pulled open the top drawer of his dresser. Pill bottles got knocked off balance when he did, falling all over each other, and he rolled his eyes as he stuck his hands in and shifted through the mess before finally finding his Adderall. It wasn't his favorite high - he didn't like the focused clarity. But the energy, the confidence, the general happiness...he needed that. Good mood, plus a functioning person? Perfect for family time.

He considered railing them for a moment, but in the end just tossed back the handful his tolerance demanded and swallowed them dry. The high would set in about half an hour, and surely he had that much time to scrape his mood up off the floor and be a person again.

He threw on some cologne before leaving the room, and then went to lean in the doorway of his roommates room, nodding appreciatively at Oliver, who rarely ever looked his age or so well put together, then glanced at Collin. "When are the rents getting in?"

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Oliver walked, towel around waist, from the bathroom to his bedroom while Collin worked on getting everyone who needed to be present….well, present. He closed and locked the door behind him, tossed his clothes in a hamper in the corner of the room, and worked his way over his bed where the clothes that Collin had laid out for him were spread out. He looked at the clothes and couldn’t decide whether or not he would look good in them. He was partially sure he would because Collin had picked them out from his own closet but the other half of him was skeptical because Oliver and Collin were very different people with different styles and body shapes. Perhaps, however, it wasn’t the clothes that made him uncomfortable but the fact that he’d had to put on a happy face for everyone when in reality he felt like just crawling into bed and laying there until earth stopped rotating. He felt miserable. To Oliver, he was the reason was his parents split and now that all these family oriented holidays are approaching and the last people he’s spending time with is his family, it made him feel as though his family was permanently torn apart – and it was all his fault. Oliver shook the idea out of his head and sighed, telling himself that he was going to pretend to be happy until he was. “Fake it ‘til you make it, right?” He mumbled to himself. Oliver dressed and took a peek in the mirror Collin had hung on the back of the door. And much to Oliver’s dismay, he looked well put together.

Once Oliver had finished dressing himself, he started his way towards the kitchen. Opening the door to the hallway, he could see and hear Collin banging on the door to Isaac’s room. Oliver chuckled quietly to himself and continued to the kitchen to pour himself some juice and eat a snack. Collin followed to the same path, stopping just short of the kitchen. Collin frantically texted everyone while Oliver calmly sat himself on the couch with a cup of orange juice and a box of Frosted Flakes. “You’re gonna get carpel tunnel texting like that dude,” Oliver joked while inserting a handful of cereal into his mouth. Without taking his eyes off his phone Collin extended his arm towards Oliver, flipping him the bird. Oliver could only smile in amusement. Without so much as a second passing Isaac was out of his room and messing with Collin as well. ”Hey Jude” was all that was needed from Isaac to send Collin’s eyes darting from his phone down the other side of the hall. Isaac meant it all in good fun, especially when he shot Collin a grin and the finger. “So we’re all gonna be fucks today?” Collin said jokingly, but loud enough for Isaac to hear as he moved into the bathroom. “We just want to be more like you,” Oliver joked, which Collin glanced towards Oliver mockingly for.

“Dude, relax. You’re really uptight right now. You’re acting like me.” It was interesting for Oliver to see Collin this way. Collin was usually the type of guy to be very relaxed about everything, he didn’t let most things bother him the same Oliver did. So to see Collin running around the apartment as though the world just caught on fire was strange for Oliver. “Yeah…” Collin sighed and sat beside Oliver on the couch, throwing his feet onto the coffee table. “It’s just that my dad is coming and he can sometimes be a dick about things so I always have to just stay on my toes with him. He doesn’t like that I moved out here and thinks that my life is going to shit pretty much so I need to be able to impress him so that he doesn’t try to, like, kidnap me back home or whatever. I need him to see that my life is put together, you know?” Collin turned his attention to Oliver from where it was fixated on the wall. Oliver nodded, he knew exactly what it was like to feel as though you were a huge disappointment. “Don’t worry though. You’ll be fine. You are the King after all.” Oliver smiled warmly at Collin. “Yeah… Thanks man.” Collin smiled back.


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Collin and Oliver sat on the couch together, waiting for the Kings, Marie, and for Isaac to finish getting dressed. While on the couch, Oliver received a text. He pulled his phone from his pocket to see that the text was from a friend of his, Ryan, who lived in 5C just across the hall. He typed back:

To: Ryan
Collin’s parents are comin’ over. We’re probably going to lunch with them then coming back here and chillin for dinner. What’re you up to today?



He slipped his phone back into his pocket. Collin questioned him on what was up while he read his own text coming from Marie. “Oh, it was just Ryan from 5C. Wanted to know what our plans were for Turkey Day.” Collin nodded, only half listening to what Oliver said. Collin’s phone buzzed again, while in his hand, this time with a text from his mother.

From: Momma King
Two blocks away, Collie xoxo


“Ah, fucking hell. They’re nearly here.” Collin sprang up from his seat, just as Isaac walked into the room asking where his parents were. “Two blocks away. If you’re not ready, get ready.” Collin rushed from the room to find his shoes and his coat. “Someone call Marie and ask her where the hell she is!” Collin yelled from the inside of the closet in his room, barely audible. Just then, Marie came bursting through the door like the personality she was and sat herself onto the couch where Oliver and Collin had just been sitting while shouting her presence known. Oliver, who was following Collin into the room, replied back to Collin. “She just walked through the door.”


* * *


Collin and Oliver joined the rest of the group out in the living room as Collin’s parents approached. Everyone stood around making small talk while Collin went downstairs to greet his parents and his brother.

“Hey mom. Dad. Seth,” Collin smiled as the three got out of the taxi.

“Hi honey,” Collin’s mother walked to him with arms spread to greet him with a hug. He returned the favor and pulled away to say hi to his brother and father, who he too hugged.

“You guys ready to come upstairs?” His parents exchanged looks, which Collin noticed. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Did I not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Honey, we’re not staying. We told Uncle Paul that we’d be there to help early so we have to drive out there. We’re going there now.”

“Wait, what? What the hell? I thought we were doing lunch?”

“We want to but we just don’t have time. We have to go help set up for dinner. You know that Uncle Pat is having a rough time with Aunt Lucy passing. We need to be there for him today.”

Collin sighed, sticking his hands into his pants pockets. He wasn’t sure if he had the right to be upset with his parents right now or not. He thought they had plans but he wasn’t going to deny his Uncle Pat the help he needed right now, especially after his wife passed away from cancer that she had been battling for nearly two decades now. Reluctantly, Collin nodded. “Yeah…” He was upset but tried his best not to show it. “I should let you get going then. I just wanted you guys to meet everyone but I guess we’ll just have to do it another time.”

“Sorry honey. We’ll plan.” Collin’s mother smiled warmly and forgivingly. Collin nodded and hugged his family as they readied to leave. “Give Uncle Pat my condolences.” His mother smiled at him as she got into the taxi. “I will honey. Take care of yourself okay? Tell the gang we’re sorry and hello.” He smiled warmly at her, nodded, and shut the door of the taxi cab as she got into it. The cab drove away slowly. Collin stood there, watching it leave wondering just what he was going to say to everyone so his head didn’t get chopped off. He sighed, kicked his feet against the ground, and turned to go back upstairs.

Collin took the elevator up, the entire time thinking of just what to say to everyone who had been pressured into this exact moment. When he opened the door, alone, he could see waiting and questioning eyes land on him. “So…” He started nervously. “They’re not coming. My aunt passed away and this is my uncle’s first holiday without her so they went over there. They told me to say hi to everyone and apologize. Soooo….” Collin paused. He rubbed the back of his neck while staring at the ground and then back up at everyone. “So if you guys want; you can go do whatever now. Sorry.” Collin, upset, walked into his room, gently shutting the door, and sat on his bed.

Unsure of what to do, Oliver looked up at Isaac and Marie. “Should I talk to him? Maybe we could plan something else to do. To cheer him up. And us.”

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Isaac always somehow managed to feel awkward in situations concerning anyone's family. He'd never been like Collin, rushing around to make sure everything was perfect, dressing nice, putting on a good performance. It wouldn't have done him any good, even if he had. The few times he'd tried to do something nice for his mother...it'd just ended in disaster. His best bet had been to pretend he didn't exist, not pretend he was doing well. Which they were - doing well. As well as one could expect a group of twenty year olds with shaky careers in New York to be doing.

So he arched an eyebrow as he watched the man run around, then flopped down into one of their recliners just as Marie appeared in all her glory. She looked good, she always did, but somehow Isaac had a feeling she'd pulled herself together off someone's floor. He smirked good naturally at her and nodded his hello, mildly regretting not railing his Adderall after all. He had a feeling she could probably use a pick-me-up too, but it was too late for him to mix them up something. Then again, he doubted the drink in her hand was just coffee.

Collin went down to get the family and the other three stayed, making general small talk, nothing important. Isaac teased Marie a little, wondering if he had the right idea about where she was all night, but he didn't pry or anything. Never did. It wasn't long after that when Collin returned. Surprisingly alone. Isaac arched an eyebrow, even leaned halfway out of his seat to see around his friend, but no...he was closing the door.

Explanations came and Isaac sighed. He'd lived with Collin long enough to know his friend was probably a little crestfallen. All that energy gone to waste over a misunderstanding. On Thanksgiving. Any other day, it would have sucked, but been manageable. Not today.

"I got him," he answered Ollie with a sigh as he pushed himself up. "If I fail, we'll jut throw Marie in there for a little while. I'm sure she can put a smile back on his face." He shot her a wink, his mood already improving, before he knocked once on Collin's door and let himself in.

The guy was obviously upset, sitting on his bed, but Isaac didn't let it stop him, just flopped down next to him and nudged his shoulder with his own. "Hey man, I know it sucks, but it's not the end of the world. We can make some last minute plans. You've still got us. And that smokin' hot blonde out there." Isaac winced a little, he had never been very good at sounding convincing when he talked about girls that way, even if he did think Marie was attractive he just...couldn't. What the hell was he thinking? Coming in here to talk about family problems. He was so far out of his comfort zone it wasn't even funny.

He sighed a little at the awkwardness, then wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "We could always drop acid and go watch the parade." It'd actually been his plan before Collin had roped him into spending Thanksgiving in a more traditional manner, but he was mostly joking at this point. Not that he'd say no if Collin said he was game, but still. "Hallucinogens and big blown up animals, am I right? Just what the Indians and Pilgrims would have wanted."

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Marie had got to the apartment and sat down, but Collin still seemed to be frantic. She didn't know a lot about him and his past, so she wasn't entirely sure what his parents were like to begin with. They could be neat freaks or simply prim and proper jack asses, Marie didn't know, but she still had said she'd meet them regardless. Studying what Oliver and Isaac were wearing she knew she was incredibly under dressed, but she didn't have time to run across the hall and change now, besides almost anything she owned was too revealing, she saw no shame in showing off what you had.

Seeing the smirk that Isaac gave her she sent one back his way. He likely knew where she had just came from. Well, not exact location or whom she was with, but what kind of night she had. Eventually Collin had gone downstairs to retrieve his parents. Marie had conversed with his two roommates, which she had been used to by now. They just had small talk and Isaac had teased her a little, but Marie had given it right back, hinting here and there at her night.

When Collin came upstairs, he didn't have company with him. For some reason Marie wasn't surprised. Parents were probably the worst, only good they ever did was giving you the crap life you had to live. Marie didn't ask to be born and have to pay bills or anything. Either way, she knew what kind of scum parents were. Her own mother had verbally abused her and told her a bunch of shit that Marie didn't need in her life. Even the proper parents couldn't be bothered to be there for their own child. Nothing was surprising about it.

Collin however, seemed upset about it. He went to his room and that left the three sitting there. Marie wasn't that awkward about it, but she didn't know what to do. Oliver had suggested someone going to go in and check on him, but Isaac had offered. That gave her a bit of a sigh of relief. Marie may have been sleeping with the guy, but they weren't what you would call an actual couple. She didn't know everything he disliked and liked outside of sex, she didn't know his past.

That left Marie and Oliver alone, which wasn't that bad, the two were friends. Marie actually knew more about Oliver than she did Collin. Taking another sip of her coffee she was silent for a few minutes before she spoke.

"We could always go out and do something together that he would like. Do you know of an activity he enjoys doing with friends?" Marie asked curiously. She could indeed do what Isaac was likely suggesting at, but Isaac still had some attempts to be made.

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"Oh, okay, cool," Nick responded, nodding as Ryan explained where his sister and Roman were. Again, he figured he was probably just overthinking things again, but he felt weird storming into Ryan's room to see Roman, even though it was Roman's room too. It wasn't his room, so he felt like he would be breaking some sort of privacy rule by not asking if it was okay to go in, with Ryan sitting right there. He didn't feel comfortable with asking that either, since it seemed so unnecessary, so he just headed to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "Want anything to drink, Brooke? We still have a few beers or I can make you a drink if you want. I think we still have some of that cotton candy vodka left..." he said, his voice trailing off as he started to rummage through the cabinets. He read Makayla's text and planned on going over, but he wanted to make sure that Brooklyn was set first, and possibly see if Roman was there too. He didn't respond to Makayla but managed to send Isaac a quick text.

To: Isaac
probably smoking in 5B in a few. buds on the house today since i'm in the holiday spirit lol. come thru if ur craving

Brooklyn didn't rush when they got into the apartment. She took off her jacket and shoes, something that she had decided was a ritual at the apartment. For years, she had desperately wanted a place to call home, and now that they had a somewhat stable living situation, she was going to take advantage of it and make it feel as homey as she could. When she thought back to rituals in her house growing up, taking her shoes off at the door was always one of them. Her mother was meticulous with things like that, and though she wasn't a clean freak like the woman, she had taken up the habit again as a way to remind herself that this could be a home for her. She listened to Nick speak to Ryan for a few seconds before following her boyfriend towards the couch. She smiled at Ryan, but didn't say anything, and turned to watch Nick as he headed into the kitchen area. "Yeah, make me whatever you made me last night. The one with that vodka and the cranberry juice, and Sprite, I think it was," she responded. It was a little early for vodka, but oh well. It was a holiday. That would be her excuse today.

"I'll be right back," she chirped a moment later as she left her place by the counter and headed down the hall and into her bedroom. She hung her coat up, placed her shoes in the corner, and then headed back out, but not into the kitchen. Instead, she slipped in Roman and Ryan's room. "Rise and shine, Ro Ro," she said in an obnoxiously cheerful, sing song voice as she gave a sharp nudge to Roman's side. She didn't care that she was basically pulling a Holly by waking him up, and doing the one thing that she would spend hours ranting about if it happened to her. She was waking Roman up for his own good. There was no use in sleeping all day when he could be hanging out with Nick, and potentially getting good life advice. Brooklyn wanted to laugh at that thought. Who was she kidding, acting like her drug dealer of a boyfriend who cheated on her had any life advice? Holly could probably offer Roman better guidance than Nick at this point. At the very least, Brooklyn could say that she was certain that Nick had just as good of intentions with Roman as she did, so she was confident that the two socializing would only be good for both of them. Nick wouldn't think it would be okay to fuck anymore hoes with Roman around, and Roman wouldn't be getting concussions in Nick's presence. She gave him one more nudge before flipping the light switch on and opening up the blinds that covered the bedroom's window. It was definitely obnoxious and if he was suffering from a hangover, it might have been a death wish, but she didn't care. "Nick wants to hang out with his favorite loser, so get dressed and go hang out with him. Unless you want to stay and hang out with Cara and Chanel and I," she said, making her way to the doorway. She knew he wouldn't want to take the latter offer, but she knew that waking him up in the manner that she did might just as easily result in him rejecting both offers and being annoyed all day.

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Collin looked up when the door of his bedroom opened. He had expected his friends to leave and to their own thing. He didn’t think anyone would stop in to check on him and if anyone had, he had expected it to be Oliver, not Isaac. But nonetheless, there was Isaac, tossing himself onto Collin’s bed. He nudged Collin’s shoulder and Collin turned his attention to Isaac. He smiled to Isaac’s attempt to cheer him up and thought it was funny that Isaac of all people would be the person trying to attempt to crack a joke about Marie’s level of attraction or Collin dropping acid with Isaac and watching the parade. It brought a smile to Collin’s face. He appreciated the level of friendship that he and Isaac had because it was something he had been missing for quite a while. He didn’t have these friendships back at home. Then again, he never really tried. “Yeah man, exactly what the Pilgrims would have wanted for future generations.” He laughed hard, gently and jokingly shoving Isaac. He laughed until he couldn’t breathe, the thought of him tripping on acid with Isaac wasn’t a plan Collin would have normally gone along with but right now it was the laugh he needed. His laugh came down into him searching for breath. “Thanks for that, man. Come on though, let’s get out there and make plans. I’m not gonna stay in here all night.” Collin stood up and straightened out his pants and shirt. “That’s not what Collin King is about.” Collin winked at Isaac and walked towards the door, swinging it open and heading down the short hall to the living room.

“Alright bitches! Let’s get this party fuckin’ started!” Collin shouted as he made his way past his friends in the living room to the kitchen. He opened a cupboard and pulled out several handles of alcohol, slamming each bottle on the counter. He searched for shot glasses and solo cups next. He looked up at his friends with a grin on his face. “Let’s fucking make memories to be thankful for, huh?” Collin popped open a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. He poured four shots and looked up at his friends. “So? Anyone joining me?


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Oliver stood out in the living room with Marie while Isaac went into Collin’s room to talk him out of the weird mood he was in. He sat down on the couch next to Marie. She spoke and he nodded his head in agreement to her idea. “I think he’ll be alright. It’s probably just the shock of being without his family. He’s a big family man believe it or not.” He responded to her while answering a text from Ryan.

To: Ryan
We’ll probs head ovr. Our plans got cancelled

Oliver didn’t really know how to talk to Marie. They were friends, probably more so than anyone else but he also had a sliver of a crush on her and the fact that Collin and Marie had a causal relationship drew Oliver away from the idea of Marie ever wanting to be with a guy like Oliver. He felt as though he wasn’t the type of guy Marie would ever go for. While he sat there quietly, he looked at her. He watched her as she brought her cup to her mouth, he watched her lips when she spoke, he watched her eyes when she smiled, he watched the way he did things. He was intrigued by her. He thought her to be magnificent in the way she lived her life but to be completely honest, he was intimidated by her. Intimidated by the way she lived her life – freely. He didn’t know how anyone could be so bold as to not care about anything – or at least to give the impression they did not care about anything.

“How ‘bout you? No family plans?” He wanted to engage her. He hated sitting out there awkwardly. Oliver was sweet but he wasn’t exactly the most social person. At times he wished he could be the type of guy that Collin was, but he cared too much. Cared when people got hurt, cared when people felt uncomfortable or used. Only sometimes did he want to not care – but he wasn’t that guy. Oli watched her as she spoke, smiled when she looked at him, nodded as he listened to her speak. It was barely a conversation starting when Collin broke out from his room and started shouting excited profanity into the air. Oliver shot up from the couch, as if he had been doing something wrong and was being confronted for it, and watch Collin excitedly run past him into the kitchen where he started to pour shots for everyone. Oliver met the gaze Collin gave the room, then the gaze of Isaac and Marie. He shrugged his shoulder and started making his way to the kitchen to take hold of a shot glass. His thanksgiving was going pretty shitty too. He might as well join in drinking away his sorrows.

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One of Isaac's favorite things about Collin was that it never seemed to really take much to cheer him up. He was generally a happy person, so this shit with his family was only a bump in the road, the rest of the day could easily be saved. He snorted at his friend's response to his joke, and then quickly dissolved into laughter. The Adderall was kicking in, and he felt great suddenly, and everything was funny. They laughed for probably a minute too long, shoved each other playfully, and then Collin was standing and Isaac grinned as he hopped up as well. "There's the Collin King we all know and love," he muttered with another playful shove towards the door.

The moment the two of them rejoined their friends, Collin was on full blast and Oliver was out of his seat in a second - like the yelling was meant to chastise him instead of excite him. Isaac arched a slightly amused eyebrow, because he couldn't imagine how difficult the last couple of minutes had been for the pair he'd left - Oliver was just a little socially awkward and Marie always seemed a bit lost on how people worked if she wasn't climbing into a bed with them. It was kind of funny, really.

"You two survive in here?" he asked as he jerked his stupid jacket off. It really was too big, and he no longer had a reason to be so dressed up. He also didn't care enough to go change, though, so the offended clothing just ended up on the couch. He rolled his sleeves back up, to look some what decent, and pulled his shirt out of his pants because really tucked-in clothing was only for when mother's visited.

Before he could make much more of a decision about his wardrobe choices, Collin was pouring shots, and Isaac found himself grinning again as he shoved passed Oliver to make it to the kitchen first, swiping a shot glass off the counter. "Hey, isn't that mine?" he asked, nodding towards the bottle of Grey Goose. He doubted it, actually, since most of his alcohol was on the floor in his room somewhere; and even if it was he would share, he was just in a playful mood.

Once the others were there with a glass in their hands, Isaac raised his high. "To making memories worth being thankful for," he toasted with a wink towards Collin, and then threw back his shot. He was already pouring another even as he dug his phone out of his pocket. It'd gone off when he'd been talking to Collin, though he couldn't imagine who was texting him. Surprisingly, it was from Nick: probably smoking in 5B in a few. buds on the house today since i'm in the holiday spirit lol. come thru if ur craving. Isaac grinned and threw back his second drink before he texted back:

To: Moreno
Fuckin awesome man


Isaac wasn't actually sure who lived in 5B, except he had gathered from his mornings with Marie that it was probably all girls. She lived there, and he figured Chanel did too because sometimes they chatted up until they parted for their respective doors. But other than that, he didn't really know. He did know, however, that he was not turning down free weed. Isaac had money, sure, but only an idiot would pass that up.

"Hey, I may have just found us something to do," Isaac mentioned, shoving his phone back in his pocket and pouring another shot. He swallowed it down before he started walking backwards out of the apartment, lifting two fingers towards his mouth in the universal 'smoking' sign. "If you're feelin' it. I'm gunna go check things out." With that he twisted around, and let himself out.

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Nick left the apartment with a kiss from Brooklyn, but no Roman in tow. He guessed that Roman was going to shower or at least put on a new pair of clothes since he had literally just rolled out of bed, and he didn't feel like waiting. He was sure that Makayla was waiting on him, and more than that, waiting for Roman wasn't worth dealing with the awkwardness that he would feel if within those few minutes, Cara returned. It just wasn't worth it, and with the cold beers in his hand, he had one more reason to get across the hall quickly. The fact that he didn't even have to knock on Makayla's door, and that she was actually waiting for him in her doorway quickly brought a smirk to his face. He and Makayla were unlikely friends, but she was someone that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with. "Spending time" for them almost always meant smoking, but that was besides the point. She was a good customer when she had the money, and when she didn't, Nick was a good friend. Like today. She had offered him five dollars, but he wasn't going to take what he was sure was some of her last money. "Sorry, I didn't know there was a rush," he commented as she playfully squeezed his arm.

In one of Makayla's texts, she had mentioned her roommates being out, and for a slight moment, he forgot about Holly living there too. Makayla brought her up before Nick even noticed her sitting by the television. "Oh, hey Holly," Nick commented, waving at the redhead, despite seeing that she seemed pretty engulfed in whatever show she was watching. "Uh, yeah, that math stuff sounded pretty tricky when you were telling me about it. It may take a while to get it done," he said loudly, awkwardly following Makayla's lead in misleading Holly about what they were doing. Honestly, sometimes he forgot that she was sixteen. She looked that age, maybe a year or two younger, but emotionally and mentally she didn't seem like any of the teenagers he knew. He sold weed to kids a year or two younger than her, and Nick doubted that she would even know what the drug looked like. It wasn't like it was a bad thing, though. Holly wasn't stupid and she wasn't hard to be around, she could just be a lot to take in sometimes. Nick mostly knew her through when she would stay with Cara while Makayla was working, and since Holly seemed to be fascinated with Brooklyn, he ended up spending more time than he would have intended to hanging out with her. In times like this, he couldn't blame Makayla for wanting to shield Holly from knowing she used drugs and from being around them in general. She seemed too sweet and innocent to really understand why Makayla would want to use something that she had probably grown up being told was horrible.

"Smells good in here," he added in a hushed tone now as they left the room that Holly was in and headed into Makayla's bedroom. "You put together some snacks for when we've got the munchies? I never would have pinned you as being the baking sort." He sat down on the edge of one of the beds, not paying much attention to whether it was Holly's or Makayla's, as he opened up the bag of weed and focused on breaking a handful of it up slightly, to fit it into the bowl of his pipe. He tossed the bag to Makayla when he finished. "You've got your bowl, yeah? Just save some for Roman." There was a good amount of marijuana in there, so he wasn't actually concerned with her using it all, but Makayla could smoke a fair amount, so it was worth mentioning. He glanced at his phone upon receiving Isaac's text and added, "I think Isaac might come by too. That cool with you?" He had already invited him and assumed that Isaac was on his way already, so he hoped the answer was a yes.

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When the two were left alone, only little conversation had started between them. To be fair Marie would probably be more talkative if she were more awake. She still needed that good smack in the face to wake up, or just some time and to finish the coffee. Taking another sip she could feel it seep into her body and run in her veins. It gave her a bit of a jolt and slowly helped her wake up. She was almost lost in her train of thought and didn't hear what Oliver had said.

"I have never really done the whole holiday thing, to be frank." Marie said shrugging her shoulders. She wasn't going to get very into it with him at this moment, but her family wasn't something that gave you the warm feelings inside. She didn't have the excitement and joy about Christmas. Every birthday she would be greeted by a tipsy crack whore mother that would do nothing but shout profanities at her or tell her what a shit daughter she was and how much of a mistake she was. Of course Marie knew she was adopted, because as you could imagine that came up once she got older in their arguments.

Although Marie knew she had a whole other family out there, she also knew if they wanted to connect with her they would come hunt her down. She wasn't going to go tracking down people who didn't even want her. Either way she held no resentment towards it all. She came to terms with her well being awhile ago, so now she just had herself a future to build up.

What seemed like awhile, was only a minute at most. Soon Collin came out in his usual moods all fine. Not long before followed Isaac. She watched Collin as he pulled out the vodka, it'd be a dumb move on her to turn it down. Free liquor wasn't something anyone should turn down, especially when you were at the wealth status that Marie was at. Despite working two jobs, it was barely enough to pay bills and buy food. If only she had an actual acting career. Perhaps she could work her way up in the pornography industry, some of them got paid some actual good cash, something Marie only wished she could have.

Getting up she met the boys where the shots were. Grabbing one she lifted her shot up to toast with them to making memories to be thankful for. A smirk placed on her lips as the situation unfolded. She took the shot glass and put it to her lips where she tilted her head back and drank the shot. It had a bite to it, but she was used to most liquor at this point.

It wasn't long before Isaac had mentioned they found something for them to do. He took another shot and began backing up to the door and he gave the signal. If it was younger Marie she wouldn't have passed up the chance, but by this point, she had her fair share of drugs in the past. They weren't something that she had really got super hooked on. Marie herself just preferred the contents in a bottle and the intoxication from it was enough for her. Walking to the door, she watched Isaac head to her apartment of 5B. Figures that was where they were headed.

"I'm not going to light it up with them, but I would prefer to get some better clothes that were preferably my own." She said with a slight chuckle remembering her morning prior to this. "Feel free to follow at your own will, but Holly is probably home. She's harmless though, sweet kid." Marie said with a smile and with that she also left the apartment of 5A.

Walking into her apartment she took her shoes off and walked in going through the kitchen with the smell of cupcakes wafting up into her nostrils. They smelled delicious. "Good morning Holly." Marie said smiling at the girl before entering her room to get her clothes for the day and have a shower.

After doing what she wanted to do, she got dressed in the outfit she picked out. A pair of burgundy leggings and a nice white blouse. She figured she'd dress with more class today, seemed to be the theme of everyone else. She threw on a black beanie however and walked out to sit on the couch next to Holly.

"So what are we watching Holls?" She asked the girl grinning at her.

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Holly didn't watch television alone frequently enough to know which television station coincided with each channel number, so she spent a good ten minutes scrolling up and down through the program choices before landing on a Phineas and Ferb episode and staying there. She was easily entertained, so the cartoon had her laughing within a few minutes. She had barely noticed Makayla bringing Nick in, and surprisingly, the same went for Marie when she had come in and said good morning. Normally, she definitely would have been one of the people who Holly would have leaped off of the couch to greet. Marie and Chanel were both very nice to Holly, but Marie's kindness was always very genuine seeming. However, Holly had seen Marie yesterday, and Makayla hadn't allowed her to watch television in over a week, so the latter was winning her attention today.

When fifteen minutes passed and Marie reemerged from the bedroom hallway, now in new clothes, and came to sit with her, Holly was still emerged in the show, but definitely glad that Marie was there. She pulled her legs onto the couch and crossed them as she turned to Marie with an energetic smile. "Phineas and Ferb," she answered quickly. "It's so funny," she giggled, clutching Marie's hand with enthusiasm. "And do you see the boy with the green hair?" she continued, before pointing to the screen when Ferb appeared. "That one! He talks like Roman does. Do you know him? He lives at Cara's house, and he has the same voice as Ferb," she said, referring to the English accent. "Do you think that means Ferb was adopted, because he's supposed to be Phineas' brother I think, but no one else in their family has green hair and no one else talks like that." She had released Marie's hand and had slowly begun to turn her attention back to the show midway through her commentary, but then a commercial came on and Collin walked in, and she lost her focus once again.

Holly didn't know Collin or any of the boys from that apartment very well. Because they lived across the hall, she did see them from time to time when they happened to pass in the halls. Sometimes Holly would make a comment about a bag one of them was carrying, if she recognized a store logo, or about Collin's tattoos if he was wearing clothes that revealed them, but she didn't know him to the extent that she knew the boys in 5C. "Don't let him eat them! They're for Cara's!" she whispered frantically, smacking Marie's arm softly. Normally, she would have just said so herself even despite not knowing Collin well, but the commercial that was currently playing caught her eye, and she didn't want to speak so loudly where she couldn't hear the advertisement. When it was over, she turned back to look towards the kitchen area and was relieved to find Collin heading back towards them without a cupcake in hand.

Despite it not being a new thing, Holly was unaware of the hookup relationship that Collin and Marie had. She was always asleep when Collin was in their apartment at night to be with her. If it had ever happened where he was coming out of her bedroom in the morning and Holly was awake, Makayla would give some lame excuse about how he was there to fix a light bulb or something, that Holly would believe without a second thought. When he sat down next to Marie and rested his legs on hers playfully, Holly narrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She wanted to ask Marie why he was doing that to her, or tell Collin that Makayla probably needed his help with her math work too, since she and Nick had been in there for what seemed like a while, but her show was back on, so Holly's attention switched back to that. "Did you tell Cara to invite you to her house, Marie? We're going to have turkey," she exclaimed, though still clearly distracted by the television show.

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"Yeah, yeah, Isaac's always chill," Nick reassured Makayla when she gave the approval for him to come. It wasn't always true, but that was usually when he was taking uppers. He didn't know if Isaac would want to mix something like that with the weed, but then again, when free weed was on the table, most people would feel compelled to take him up on the offer no matter what else was in their system. He took a hit before answering her question, about what they were doing for Thanksgiving. He thought that Makayla, out of everyone, had no way of knowing about what he had done with Cara, so he felt stupid for being paranoid and thinking that she somehow knew. If he wasn't sure of the quality of his weed, he would try to tell himself that maybe it was the weed that was making him paranoid, but this was something he had been feeling consistently for the past three weeks. "Brooke wants to eat with you guys, yeah," he began, taking one more hit, letting the smoke remain in his lungs for a good few seconds before finally exhaling. "So we'll probably stick around for a little, eat, and then head out. We always do the movies on Thanksgiving, so we're going to go see the James Bond movie that's out." A lot of the time when he was high, Nick felt more inclined to talk. Even though he was comfortable around Makayla sober, he was pretty quiet in general, and small talk wasn't his forte. Smoking opened him up to a degree, though, so just talking casually about nothing didn't feel strained. "Those cupcakes smell good, so I'll try to get her to stick around for dessert too. It's not even one and she's already drinking, so for all I know, she'll be passed out before we can even get to the theater. We're just gonna play it by ear, I guess."

Unlike Nick, Makayla tended to zone out more while high. It was what she did to relax, so that was really the only thing she wanted to do while smoking. Nick's conversation never bothered her, and didn't bother her now, but she mostly just nodded along. She wasn't going to push the topic of it being Cara's dinner, and how that would be with Brooke there because it wasn't her job to police Nick's behavior or tell him that she knew. They weren't that close, and as long as he hooked her up with free weed occasionally, Makayla would turn a blind eye to him being a murderer if it came to that, so being a cheater wasn't a huge deal. Her main goal at the moment was to get high enough where she could survive, and possibly even enjoy the rest of the day, but she knew that she needed to do it quickly. She didn't want to be doing this if her roommates came back, especially since she had left Holly to watch their television. No matter how many times they said they didn't mind Holly using it, Makayla did feel guilty when she wasn't helping to pay for it. It would only make her feel worse if she was letting Holly use it while she got high. Makayla was used to smoking quickly, and she usually took toke after toke until her bowl was empty. Sometimes it took three minutes, sometimes ten, depending on just how fast she was going. Her first bowl took five minutes, and just as Isaac came in, she reloaded it. One more couldn't hurt.

She tossed him the bag when she was finished, and spent the next fifteen minutes on the second bowl. She wanted this high to last, and she knew that once she finished this bowl, she was going to have to go check on Holly. If everything was still okay, she figured that she could get away with coming back to smoke one more. It would seem like a lot of weed for such a petite girl, in such a small amount of time, but Makayla had been smoking since she was fifteen or sixteen, and she was used to smoking a lot. She hadn't engaged much in the small talk that Nick and Isaac were in, so when there was a pause, she set her pipe down and got up from the bed. "I'm going to go check on my sister. Isaac, you should treat us to pizza since Nick covered the weed," she said teasingly. She definitely wasn't close with Isaac and had only remembered his name when Nick said in during the conversation, but when you smoked with people, it was a bit of a bonding experience. It was one that likely wouldn't extend past the duration of being high, but she didn't feel weird pushing the offer playfully. That toast from earlier wasn't going to keep her munchies at bay. Before leaving the room, she doused herself and the room in general with Febreeze, knowing that it still wasn't likely to cover the smell considering the amount they were smoking. She considered trying out some eye drops on her eyes, but thought that it was just Holly in the apartment, and Holly wasn't going to be observant enough to notice them being bloodshot.

"Dude, that girl can smoke," Nick laughed when Makayla left the room. His bag of weed was basically depleted at that point. Roman wasn't even on his mind anymore, since Nick figured he was no longer coming, but if he did, he was going to be disappointed. Nick tended to be generous when he was high, but even he knew that he couldn't get away with giving out anymore free weed at the moment. Brooklyn would kill him, and it would hurt his own wallet. "You going to Cara's too later? Pizza sounds good right about now, but I'm stoked for that turkey."

A few steps out of the room and Makayla realized that it wasn't just Holly in there. She heard voices and as she turned the corner, found Marie and Collin sitting on the couch with Holly. Fuck! She had no idea how long they had been out there or if they knew what was going on in their room. It probably wasn't a huge deal. Marijuana was much more accepted than other drugs, but it just went back to the point of Makayla not wanting her roommates to think of her that way. At the same time, in her state, she couldn't find it in her to be too bothered by it. A natural smile appeared on her face as she waved to them and then looked over at Holly who seemed consumed by the TV. "Hey Marie," she said. She knew Collin mostly just from seeing him in the apartment sometimes with Marie, but she didn't think it was necessary to specifically greet him. "Holly, let them watch the TV now. They don't want to watch this," she said as she rounded the corner and saw that a cartoon was playing on the screen. By the way that Collin was sitting with Marie, she assumed that they were trying to get cozy and she didn't need Holly getting in the way with that. "Come and ice your cupcakes, leave them be for now. Nick and Isaac and I are almost finished with our work, so I'll come help you in a few minutes," she continued, walking into the kitchen to check on the cupcakes. They really did smell good and she was so tempted to just eat one, but she knew Holly would make a big deal out of it. Isaac was going to need to order that pizza, and soon. She grabbed the icing and a knife and left them on the counter for Holly, who she turned to tell once more to get off of the couch when she heard a knocking at the door. It was only a few feet away, so she opened it without waiting for Marie to. The boy on the other side was familiar to her too as a neighbor, but she didn't know her name off of the top of her head. "Oh, uh, Marie, he must be here for you," she said, looking at the boy for another moment before somewhat awkwardly turning away and leaving him in the doorway.

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Normally, when Isaac smoked, he got kind of sleepy and started questioning the meaning of the universe (or coming up with his own meaning of the universe). One of his friends actually had him on tape, talking about Scooby Doo and really asking the deep philosophical questions of: But, like, are the endings to Scooby Doo episodes not actually scary, because it's always people that are the bad guys? Or, like, does that make it extra terrifying because that means monsters actually do exist, but they look like you and me? Not, like, dog-people...dog...werewolves! He kind of regretted that one. A lot.

But Adderall picked his mood up, and was actually pretty safe to mix with weed, so the only side effects he ended up with was that his heart-rate slowed down a little and he was much, much more talkative. Which put him on about Nick's level. For fifteen minutes they had an easy going, quick passed conversation and Isaac choked on an inhale more than once. He was in a damn good mood - a little fuzzy around the edges, thanks to the alcohol - but much better than when he'd woken up that morning feeling like death. Still, he didn't smoke much. Mostly because Makayla (he learned her name somewhere in their chatter, but couldn't place where exactly) went through a lot of it, and he actually didn't need the high - just liked it.

When she called it quits, and mentioned pizza, Isaac's eyes went wide because that was a fantastic idea. He usually forgot to eat when he was on stimulants (especially Adderall) so he was actually glad for the munchies. Especially because he'd slept through breakfast, lunch had been canceled, and he was vaguely sure the last time he'd actually eaten was the day before yesterday. He was already digging his phone out when Makayla started spraying smell-good shit everywhere, and Isaac tried - with all the uncoordinated of being high - to doge out of the way of any of that crap. He was wearing cologne, for fucks sake, that didn't happen often and he didn't want it covered up. Even if he didn't actually have a reason to still be wearing it, at this point.

He snorted a little at Nick's comment once she left the room. "Fuck yeah she can. I'm kind of regretting the fact that I've never chilled with her before. Seems like my kinda person." He knew he had the pizza place saved somewhere in his phone...the one just around the block that usually delivered pretty quickly. He just couldn't find it. Downside of substance abusive...eventually, he got the right one, lifted the phone to his ear and gave Nick a disbelieving look. "Yeah. Right. Like Cara Forrester is inviting me anywhere. I'm ordering pizza man, you can eat or not."

Honestly, Isaac didn't interact enough with Cara to warrant having a negative-relationship with her. It wasn't like she hung out with anyone he did and purposely cut him out of things or anything like that. He just...didn't like her much. He knew where she came from, it was obvious she was of higher class than all of them, Isaac felt like the white trash he was raised in when they even shared the hallway at the same time with her, and in addition to all that - Roman talked about her, complained really, that she was a pain in his ass. The last thing that girl needed was another druggie in her face, and he last thing Isaac needed was another person telling him to get his shit together. Or that he wasn't worth her time. Which he wasn't, but still, he didn't need to be told that. So instead, he just avoided her. The only people he even knew in her apartment were Roman and Nick...both of whom he hung out with only with the addition of illegal substances. So no, not exactly 'getting invited for thanksgiving dinner' friends.

The pizza place picked up then, and Isaac rattled off everything he wanted: a large bbq lovers, a large meat lovers, a medium cheese, two breadstick orders, and four large orders of potato wedges. Enough to feed everyone (including the kid, and possibly Collin and Marie, he thought he heard Ollie's voice earlier) because that was only polite. Besides, if they didn't finish it, the three boys in 5A eventually would.

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After a few hours of hanging out in 5B, Isaac, Collin, and Oliver had headed back to their own place, making plans for the rest of the afternoon. Isaac wanted it to include alcohol and possibly some games, but before he got too far into his planning Oliver excitedly announced that Ryan had invited them all to Thanksgiving Dinner. Which was ironic, really, given Isaac's words about the situation not even an hour earlier.

Isaac did not want to go to Cara Forrester's (Probably Disastrous) Thanksgiving Dinner. He'd actually laughed when it was brought up, but the other two were heavily considering, probably craving some feeling of tradition that Isaac didn't have any memories of. He'd scoffed at them both, and then Collin had turned towards him with a grin and said, "But you could make your brownies!"

And, well, Isaac made fucking amazing brownies. And he was high on Adderall, with the pot wearing off he was suddenly itching to do something, and cooking would keep him interested. So he'd grudgingly agreed and spent until five o'clock slaving away in the kitchen. Isaac didn't play when he came to cooking. It was a passion and an art form. Everything was made from scratch, from the brownie mix to the cookie dough to the drizzle on top. He'd make chocolate from scratch if he knew how.

True to the schedual of the day, however, thirty minutes before they were supposed to leave, Collin's parents called. Apparently his uncle was requesting some family time - the more the merrier - and so Collin was welcome to bring his friends as long as they could get in a cab right then.

Honestly, Isaac would be much happier spending his night with the King's than with Cara Forrester (and Brooklyn West, who he was admittedly terrified of). But by that point he had a copious amount of brownies on his hands, and it kind of only felt right to take some over to 5C, because Oliver had promised they wouldn't show up empty handed. So Isaac packed up a batch to send down with Collin and Oliver, and then grabbed a plate himself to take across the hall.

The door to 5C was still open, and while normally Isaac would probably feel nervous approaching it, the pills he was on didn't really let him care so he just leaned over and knocked on the still open door, feeling too weird just walking in. It wasn't his place, anyway. There was a good amount of people already inside, and Isaac wasn't really sure if he should seek out Cara or Ryan...in the end, it didn't matter, because Nick saw him first and made a general motion that meant it was alright for Isaac to cross the threshold. "Hey man," he greeted.

Holly and Makayla were just passed the doorway themselves, which was probably why it had still been open. Brooklyn was talking to the redhead, so Isaac pointedly avoided her gaze and shot Makayla a peace sign. Regardless of having never talked to her before earlier that day, they'd smoked together, she was deserving of the Peace Sign Category of Friendship.

"Just gunna take this plate of pure diabetes to the kitchen," Isaac explained as he held up the brownies, talking to Nick more than anything because he defaulted to the one person in the room he kind of knew.

All the apartments were laid out kind of the same way, so Isaac knew exactly where the kitchen was, and when he made his way through there he finally found the Forresters and Chanel, and was just about to open his mouth and explain he wasn't staying when he caught sight of one more person.

Roman Killens.

Isaac's heart skipped a beat - a feeling which he aggressively shut down as quickly as he could, because he did not have time for that shit. It was just the Adderall anyway, always made his heart go a little funny, skipping a few beats wasn't anything to worry about. Was probably even completely normal, in his state.

It definitely, most certainly, had absolutely nothing to do with a tall, blue-eyed, brown-haired, twenty-one year old wrapped up in a fucking fantastic tattooed package. Nope. No way. Totally did not.

Isaac hated himself sometimes. He really did.

The thing was, normally he could deal with his stupid crush. It wasn't even so much as...an addiction he'd developed, to Roman's presence. As long as he got a fix every so often (which was as simple as seeing the guy in the hallway), Isaac could actually forget how pathetic he was. How fucking bad he had it. And then Killens would peace out for awhile - like, oh say, four days or so - and Isaac could easily convince himself he was fine. Roman who? Killens what? He didn't miss him, of course not. Couldn't even remember what his face looked like, much less care he was gone.

And then the fucker would show back up and it was like the first time Isaac had laid eyes on him all over again. A rush of feelings he really shouldn't be having passed the age of seventeen...or at all, really. He was a mess, and it was ridiculous, and he was actually pretty sure his hands were shaking and he wasn't fucking breathing.

He sighed out a breath and thankfully it came out with a chuckle on the end as he shook his head and focused on putting his plate of brownies down next to the salad...which was, coincidentally, next to Roman. He bumped shoulders the same way he always did with his guy friends and grinned. "Nice seeing you around. Thought you might have died."

His phone vibrated then, and with his now free hands Isaac went ahead and pulled his phone from his pocket. It was a text from Collin, telling him to hurry his ass up. Isaac told himself not to do it, he really did, but then he was already texting back and he couldn't stop himself even though he knew it was a really horrible idea. And honestly, he blamed Roman for it a little.

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actually im suddenly not feeling well. nausea. might puke if i ride in a taxi that long. have fun tho!


Oh he was a terrible person. And completely pathetic, but really, neither of those things were new.

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Ever since they had left the building manager's apartment, Makayla had been in a bad mood. It was bad enough for Holly to notice and frown when Makayla rejected her request to carry the cupcakes in. She didn't know what was the matter. Makayla had to help the man with something and Holly got to sit on his couch and watch part of the Good Luck Charlie Thanksgiving episode. The man had seemed happy when he came out of his bedroom with his arm wrapped around Makayla like they were good friends, so it didn't make sense for her sister to be angry or bothered. As they walked across the hall, Holly momentarily sulking over not being able to carry the cupcakes, she decided that Makayla was probably just tired and cranky because of that. She was the one who always told Holly that sleeping would make her feel better, so it probably worked the other way around too.

Unlike Makayla's bad mood, Holly's literally only spanned from the walk from their door to Cara's, because as soon as Brooklyn opened it up, Holly was grinning again. She had gotten used to the smell of all of the food in their apartment, but it smelled even stronger and better in Cara's, and then there was the people. Lots of them, or so it seemed that way in the small apartment. Though the apartment was the same size as her own, Cara's apartment was decorated and designed nicer than any other unit in the building, which always interested Holly. Cara mirrored her apartment in that manner tonight, looking like she was ready to walk down the runway in a little black dress. Before she could address her though, she had Brooklyn to talk to, and Brooklyn actually starting a conversation with her was a big deal, especially when that conversation was founded on a compliment. "Happy Thanksgiving!" she responded first, feeling like it had to be said before she could get into the good stuff. "Thanks! Cara bought it for me when we were shopping. And this scarf is hers, but it's actually mine now because she gave it to me because our necks are the same size." She noticed Brooklyn's cup then and decided that she was thirsty too. Since they had run out of lemonade during breakfast, Holly had to downgrade to water for the rest of the day. Cara always had good drinks, though. Cara always had everything. "What are you drinking?" she asked Brooklyn.

Holly really wasn't that bad, especially when Brooklyn was making an effort to be more relaxed and tolerant of the energy. "Soda, she responded, swishing the drink around in the cup momentarily before she took a sip of it. It was just as much rum as it was soda, but there was no need to tell Holly that. "Do you want to get something to drink? Cara has a lot of choices today," she continued, pointing towards the drink area. She knew she could have ended it at that, both it looked like there was more alcoholic drinks than non-alcoholic ones over there, and she didn't need Holly accidentally pouring vodka into a cup somehow thinking it was Sprite, and her getting blamed for it, so she walked over there with her. "What do you want? I'll pour it," she offered as she set her own cup down.

"Lemonade," was Holly's immediate reaction. It was her go-to drink. She liked Sprite as well, but the carbonation bothered her sometimes. Although Brooklyn had offered to pour for her, Holly was in front of the table looking for herself, only to find that there was no lemonade on the table. "Why doesn't she have lemonade?" she asked with concern. Cara knew that she liked lemonade. What was going to be next? Was she going to say that there wasn't going to be mac & cheese with the turkey too?

"She has Sprite. It's basically the same thing as lemonade. Just have that," Brooklyn suggested, already pouring some of the clear soda into a cup in an attempt to not allow Holly to refuse it.

Holly accepted the cup that Brooklyn handed her but she was still concerned over this. It seemed like a big deal to her, and with a weak objection of, "But I wanted lemonade...", she turned away from Brooklyn to take her problem to the girl who was responsible for it. "Cara!" she exclaimed with urgency as she hurried towards the blonde sitting at the island. "Cara, you forgot to put the lemonade out. Is it in your fridge?"

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Roman typically disliked when people brought up his drug use. Usually it was meant as an intervention of sorts, and he immediately shut down. Cara was different though, and that was one of the few and only things she could constantly bring up, and so it didn't really bother him. Sometimes it did, especially if he was high, but to him it just proved she had no reason for being such a bitch. He was certain she thought he was smoking crack and doing meth as religiously as people go to church on Sunday, but that wasn't the case. He'd never done, and didn't plan, on doing any of what he considered the hard core stuff. No heroin or meth--just the party drugs and a few prescription drugs to help with his muscles. Until he started doing the other stuff, he didn't really see himself as having a problem. Still, Cara was right to a point. Not just about him not needing to be there, but hell, it was free food and it was interesting to see what Thanksgiving really was. But she was right about not wanting the night to go to shit the way that it likely would. He didn't want to argue with her all night, but he also didn't really want to hear her mouth. He'd just have to pick and choose his battles as best as he could, and for now, he was done. So he kept quiet once Chanel left, just after Holly and Makayla, and Nick and Brooke had arrived. The group exchanged some words, but he didn't say anything because he didn't really feel the need to. Not only that, but he wasn't entirely sure what to do.

Around people he didn't know, he was actually quite shy and quiet. He went to parties quite a bit, but he was never sober long enough to actually have to worry about the pressure he felt under socializing. His discomfort came in disinterest which fostered itself in silence as he dabbled on his phone. Plus there was the fact that he just didn't know how to act. It was his first Thanksgiving and for some reason, at least in his mind, he was making it out to more important than it probably was to most Americans. He figured it safer to just sit back and follow the crowd, if so not much to make a mistake than to hear it from Cara as soon as he did something unorthodox. Currently, the crowd was in the kitchen just talking, so he'd stay where he was until he started feeling too suffocated. As he stood, part of him wished Ryan didn't invite him, although he did appreciate it. He didn't want to admit it, but it probably would have been far more awkward to have no where to go and have to sit in the apartment while everyone feasted in front of him.

Roman had hardly noticed the person standing beside him until he was nudged. When he looked over, he saw it was Isaac. He wasn't sure why he was surprised, since he knew Isaac was invited as well. Perhaps it was just the strangeness of seeing actually in Cara's apartment. Seemed like a sort of fusion of alternate universes. It was usually Roman going to Isaac's apartment to get out of his own. Roman smirked in response, glad to see him since Isaac was a pretty chill dude. Killens doubted he was taking the dinner too seriously. "Yeah," he said with an amused exhale. "But don't hold your breath. Still have to make it through this thing." Killens glanced down at what Isaac had just sat down in front of the salad bowl Chanel had brought. The place already smelled quite amazing, but Roman had quite the sweet tooth, so seeing the delicious looking brownies in front of him only made his mouth water, and it even brought a small smile to his face. "Shit. Did you make those?" It was a stupid question. Roman knew that Isaac could cook, which was admirable considering Roman himself only put in enough effort when it came to his feed to keep him from starving. There was no way in hell he could make something like what was before him. "Hell yeah," Isaac said with a grin. "Fuckin' A, right?" Roman nodded, glancing at him before looking back at the brownies. "Yeah. They look great," he said. For some reason, and almost as if out of no where, he was very nervous. A wave of jitters hit him. Roman opened his mouth to make some dry joke about how awkward this all was, but he'd only got a breath out before Chanel appeared, her hands on Isaac's shoulder and eyes wide in amazement at the brownies. She wore a large smile, clearly twice as impressed with the brownies as Roman. He didn't have much opinion on the girl. She seemed nice enough, but he did have to question some things about her, considering the company she kept--namely Cara. If he knew one thing, he knew that the girl could talk. With an amused and borderline apologetic glance at Isaac, he slid away from the two, avoiding the vacuum or conversation best he could and retreating to the living room where there was much more space, and much less people.





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Chanel made sure to hurry as she went out to get the banana pudding, if not by Cara's request at her quickness, than because she really wasn't sure if Roman and the girl could survive on their own without going at each other. She didn't really have a reason to dislike Roman per say. It was just one of those things where someone rubs you the wrong way. She had a tendency to validate her injustifications through Cara's dislike for the guy, but that still didn't change the fact that he'd never really done anything to her. It might have been his aesthetic, the way he carried him, the stuffy London accent and how he pronounced 'th-' as an F sound. Surely, none of these were the reasons why, and even if they were, it wouldn't have helped her case any. Of course, since she was working towards being a better person, she felt kind of bad for automatically feeling this way towards him, and so was typically a bit more friendly around him than she normally would try to be with others, as if to over-compensate. It was just a lot harder with him since he seemed to shut down immediately once she started talking to him. That'd have to change tonight, though, she reasoned. After everyone got some alcohol in them, it'd be a lot much easier to socialize. Normally she wouldn't care so much, but it was off-putting for someone not to receive her as openly as she was used to. For now, though, she needed to focus on the banana pudding. So as she left, she quickly greeted Holly and Makayla coming in and hurried back. She'd just set that pudding and her sauce on the counter when Ryan came over with the tray of cupcakes that Holly and Makayla had brought. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "Happy Thanksgiving. Yeah, here, give those to me and I'll just put them on a plate or something. Thanks, Ryan. Let me know if you need help with anything else."

After taking the cupcakes and placing them in front of the pudding, she went through the cabinets, looking for a plate that was large enough to fit all the cupcakes on them. When she found what she needed, she carefully placed the cupcakes around the rim of the plate until they were fit on the dish. She looked at it for a minute, shrugging internally. She was now wishing her and Cara had gotten some kind of cupcake display where they were at, but it was whatever now. She turned around to observe the scene. Everyone was chatting and everything seemed to be going okay. She'd have to check in on Cara in a second, but first she needed to figure out how exactly they were doing this. Perhaps the main dishes on the island counter and the deserts on the other side? Was this buffer style or were they putting everything on the table? Just as she was about to go ask Ryan, she noticed Isaac talking to Roman. She wasn't sure why, but she really did like Isaac. Him hanging with Roman wasn't that great, but it was no matter. She went over excitedly and greeted him with a large smile. "Isaac, hey! I'm so glad you made it. Oh, my god," she said upon seeing the brownies. "Did you make these? Holy shit. They look amazing! How long did this take you?"

Just after asking him, she realized that she'd gotten distracted and would need to find Ryan asap, and then give Cara a quick pep talk, just in case. Once they finished talking, she gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. "That's seriously the best thing I've seen. Do you mind if I put these over with the other desserts?" she said, already reaching for them. "We'll talk later, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she put the dessert with the pudding and the cupcakes. Upon finding Ryan, she touched his shoulder. She had a tendency to be very touch-y. It probably made some people uncomfortable, but she did it before realizing that she shouldn't, and sometimes she didn't even recognize it, like now. "Hey," she said, giving him a slight squeeze. "You okay? So, how did you want to do this? Do you want to put everything on the counters for people to put on their plates and then just take to the table, or should we try squishing things all on the kitchen table?"

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Cara was definitely less demanding to her friends than she was her family, but Ryan still wasn't sure how Chanel handled being friends with her. Her nature seemed too good to be mixed with Cara's so easily, but then again, compared to Cara, anyone could seem like Mother Teresa. Regardless, her friendly and welcoming ways put Ryan at ease a little bit. His sister could be as negative as she wanted to be, throwing a pity party for herself over nothing, but at least everyone wasn't in a horrible moo. It made him feel guilty for allowing his own mood to be soured and he tried to perk up as he thanked her for the help. Until the turkey was ready, there wasn't much to do. He considered sneaking back off to his room and actually staying there this time when he got a text from Oliver. Apparently, he and Collin were on their way to Collin's family's house. Something had come up last minute where their plans changed and he had forgotten to text Ryan to tell him. He apologized and said that he thought Marie and Isaac were still going to come, and just as Ryan finished responding with a "no problem. Have fun" text, Isaac appeared carrying a tray of brownies.

"You can stop sulking now," Ryan said as he neared Cara. "It's only going to be him as your unwanted guest. Collin, Marie and Oliver have other plans." He doubted it would do much good. Collin and Oliver were the two that Cara probably approved of most. At least compared to Isaac. Still, he felt like it was worth mentioning. "And it looks like Holly's excited about that scarf dad gave you last Christmas," he added, trying to lift the mood further as he watched Holly talk to Brooklyn. "Plus, the turkey should be good to cut any minute now, so there's that too." he didn't know why he cared enough to try to lift her mood when she had been selfish all day, but it was just a part of his character at this point. Overly considerate, with no way to keep himself from being that way. Without another word, he headed back towards the stove and a minute later Chanel caught him off guard with a squeeze to the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, everything looks and smells really good," he nodded. "Uh, it's your call on that. Leaving everything up here will probably be easier, but it's whatever you think will work best. The table only seats six, so you and Cara and maybe Holly and Makayla and two other people should sit there, and the rest of us can just sit at the island or on the couch or something," he offered I surely. Cara had tried to make it seem like this was his party once she didn't get her way with the guest list, but he wanted as little responsibility as possible with it.

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When Ryan told her that Isaac was the only person who hadn't originally been invited who was coming, Cara knew that she needed to stop complaining, but part of her had wanted the other three to show up, just so she had something to complain about. So that when something went wrong, she could turn to Ryan with rage in her eyes and blame the whole failure on him. She could still do that since Roman definitely counted as an additional unwanted being on top of Isaac, but three less people took the emphasis out of it, really. Now, all she had to hold onto was that it was even ruder for them to not show up last minute because for all they knew, they had spent tons of extra money planning on those three extra bodies being there. Cara wanted to say that to Ryan and really considered doing it when Chanel was out of the apartment, but she held her tongue, or more accurately, kept her wine glass pressed to her lips so she couldn't open them to speak.

If for no other reason, she knew that she had to cheer up because Holly was there now and she really did want to make this fun for the girl. She had seemed excited about it ever since Cara had mentioned it to Makayla, and the idea of being the host of someone's very first real Thanksgiving made her feel like the job of hostess was more important than it seemed. Holly was usually easy to please and with the assortment of baked goods she had delivered, on top of the cupcakes that Cara saw Makayla give to Ryan, she was sure Holly would have a good night too. Cara would have considered the brownies that she saw Chanel take from Isaac to count as a possible treat to delight Holly too, but there was no way that Cara was going to let anyone she cared about consume those. It didn't matter how good they looked. The last thing that she needed on top of everything that had went wrong today was for Holly to die of a drug overdose because that creep had thought it would be funny to put pot and other drugs into the desserts. Roman could definitely finish those off on his own with Isaac without Cara trying to stop him.

For a few minutes, she did sulk like Ryan had made fun of her for doing. This wasn't how she wanted to be spending her holiday. It was a holiday that emphasized feeling grateful, and she had a lot to be grateful for. She had an apartment that was nice enough and definitely more than most people had, that was filled with nice people (and Roman and Isaac) and tons of food. She had her health, she had great friends outside of this apartment, a father who was healthy and supported her beyond normal means, and a life where she would absolutely never be subjected to destitution or even the stress of having to work to pay bills. Cara was immensely lucky and privileged and she had a ton to be thankful for, but all she could think about was the things she didn't have. Watching Holly interact with Brooklyn, and the huge smile on Chanel's face as she talked to everyone, reminded her of what the holiday was about but it was still hard for her to change her persona suddenly like that. When Holly approached her, Cara smiled, not even noticing the despaired look on the girl's face until she was right in front of her. "Lemonade?" she repeated, setting her empty wine glass down on the island as she stood from her chair. "I don't know if we have any lemonade," she responded, lacking certainty. With everything they had purchased today, it was just her luck that she would forget something that was a staple for Holly. For someone who spent a lot of time with the girl, Cara wanted to slap herself in the face for forgetting. She led Holly over to the refrigerator to check it out herself, and found that her fears were right, and they hadn't gotten the beverage. "Ryan must have forgotten to get it when I told him to," Cara said, inaccurately blaming her brother for the mistake, but doing so loudly enough where she was aware he could hear from where he stood a foot or two away with Chanel. She was throwing him under the bus, but in her defense, her voice was lighter and more playful now. If Ryan was bothered by it, she would just tell him that she was obviously joking. "Do you want me to ask one of the boys to go get you some from the little convenience store around the block?" she continued. Maybe it was because she was standing by the oven that had only been turned off a few minutes ago, but the apartment was starting to feel hot and stuffy, and she wouldn't mind losing a body and quelling Holly's whining in one move.

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After Brooklyn let them in, Ryan took the plate of cupcakes from her. He was a nice kid, someone who acted like he had been raised by a different set of parents than Cara sometimes, and his help was appreciated, but she was glad that he just took the plate and didn't try to stay and chat. He didn't know him like that and her general state of being right now wasn't one that was going to humor small talk with anyone, nonetheless someone who she was sure she had virtually nothing in common with. She was in such a bad mood that she couldn't even bring herself to be polite and exchange pleasantries with the hostess before she went straight for the liquor that was sitting in the kitchen. She filled a glass with Jack Daniels and a splash of Coke, and found herself chatting with Nick for a couple of minutes as everyone got settled in. Isaac came in during that time, and Holly was still talking with Brooklyn, but Makayla wasn't paying anyone much mind. Even her conversation Nick, who she was friends with, consisted with little more than her nodding and adding a "yeah" or "wow" here and there as he thanked her for letting them use their apartment later, she thanked him for the free weed, and he explained what he and Brooklyn had planned for the night. She was present in the conversation physically, but mentally, not so much. She didn't know if he caught onto that or if his interests just switched, but a few minutes into their conversation, he excused himself to go talk to Roman who had passed them to go to the living room, and she readily allowed the conversation to die.

Oh, how she wanted to slip away into the bathroom or one of the back bedrooms and just shut her eyes and relax for a few minutes. Or head back to her own apartment and actually go to sleep for the night. Or week. She was drained physically, mentally and emotionally, and when a night of free food and alcohol wasn't able to lift her mood, she knew she was in trouble. She couldn't escape the party tonight. Not with Holly so excited to be there, and so... Hollyish. It wasn't like she was a normal sixteen year old girl who could spend the night alone in this apartment and come back to theirs in a few hours with no problem. Makayla had to be here to make sure that she wasn't bothering everyone else and being intrusive... like she was being right now. Makayla caught the tail end of Holly asking Cara where her lemonade was, and once the duo reached the fridge, Makayla walked over. She caught Cara telling Holly that she didn't have any and that she could send one of the boys out to get some for her, and Makayla wasn't going to have that. Not only would she feel compelled to give Cara money she didn't have to cover the cost of the lemonade that only Holly would drink, but Holly would survive on the million other beverage choices that Cara had. Holly and her had come from very little, and although spoiled wasn't a word she felt right using with Holly, she did feel like Holly had a good life at this point. As good as she was going to get, at least. Makayla did her best to get Holly everything she needed, and as many things as she wanted too, and additionally, Holly honestly was blessed to have Cara in her life because the blonde never thought twice about indulging in Holly's petty little wants. Like the sweater she was wearing, that Makayla was sure would end up stained or tossed aside for feeling too itchy after tonight, or even the lemonade. It wasn't a huge deal, but Makayla knew that Holly was a reflection of her, and she wasn't going to sit here letting it look like she was raising a child that would throw a fit over not having a fucking glass of lemonade. Not at sixteen years old, and especially not when at her age, Makayla was taking care of Holly and other kids she had no relation to, working a job, and worrying about a lot more important shit than lemonade. And on top of all of that... she was in a bad mood. Her patience was nonexistent at this point and she had warned Holly that she wasn't going to deal with any brattiness tonight.

"Nah, absolutely not," Makayla cut in. She looked at Cara and forced her best appreciative smile onto her face. "I appreciate it, Cara, but she's gonna survive on the many other options you have here. No one's going out in the cold for anything for you, Holly. Not when you're already lucky that Cara invited us here in the first place. Bring that lemonade up one more time, and so help me, God, you will spend the rest of this night in your room not saying a word." She wasn't being loud, mostly because she didn't have the energy to raise her voice, but she was being serious. She didn't have it in her to be consistently trying to keep Holly on a leash tonight. They were already here, so Makayla knew it was worth it to stay and eat, but if this child kept pushing, Makayla was at a point where she wouldn't have any shame in taking a cup and a plate to go and eating it in their own empty apartment.

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It wasn't just simply seeing Roman again that did Isaac in, it was everything about him. It was the Goddamned Smirk that had Ruined His Life and the motherfucking accent that would get stuck in his head like his favorite song that he never could get quite right on his own. Everything hit him square in the chest and his stomach flipped in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant, but just to himself he was going to pretend it was. It was the drugs, surely, making him feel weird. Nausea was even a common side effect of Adderall...not one he'd ever had, but still. Just to himself, it was plausible.

His heart was still beating too fast and all Isaac really wanted to do was just close his eyes and listen to Roman talk forever. Not like that would ever happen, though. Even when they hung out one-on-one, Isaac was the talker. Often too high and too giggly to really worry about being nervous or anything. Which was quite nice. Better than this shit.

Thankfully, Killens' response was funny enough that Isaac's snort over the subject matter wasn't forced at all. His gaze lifted around the room for a minute and he kind of had to agree. Surviving the night might be a little difficult, which made Isaac regret his decision to stay behind suddenly. He remembered his last Thanksgiving vividly, and like most holidays...Isaac wasn't particularly fond on participating in celebrating. But here he was.

Then Roman noticed his brownies, and a new wave of confidence hit him as he grinned happily. Killens liked sweets, that was nothing new, but Isaac always loved doing anything that put a smile on the guys face. Those were pretty rare, and just as addicting as his fucking smirks; and Isaac was so eagerly hanging onto every word that he very nearly almost jumped out of his skin when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

His eyes narrowed slightly at the interruption, more than a little annoyed, as he finally tore his gaze from Roman and looked up to see Chanel. Her grin broke any shred of resentment in him in two seconds flat. He glanced quickly back at Roman out of habit more than anything, who gave him that look torn between apologetic and amused which Isaac had long ago coined the "I'm tripping you if there's zombies, bro" look. Isaac stuck his tongue out in response, watching his friend go with a sinking heart he refused to acknowledge.

Thankfully, Chanel provided a decent distraction from that feeling. Isaac lit up at her excitement over his brownies, and before he could even think to stop himself he was gushing like a schoolgirl talking about her favorite boyband. Isaac loved to cook, and he rarely actually got a chance to ramble on about whatever he'd made. He did his best to keep it short, so he didn't annoy the fuck out of her, but he was just excited. She always seemed pretty genuine, and Isaac liked that about her.

He backed off and let her move his brownies when she asked, because honestly he didn't care where they went, and then the mild awkwardness set in. Not knowing quite what to do with himself, he shoved his hands in his pockets and idly leaned back against the nearest wall he could find. Trying to stay out of the way seemed like a good idea. Especially when he recognized Makayla's "I'm annoyed with you Holly" voice. He winced slightly and tugged his phone out of his pocket, trying to look busy. Even though Isaac literally had nothing but Texting on there...and a demo version of Tetris. He chose that over having to stand there without anything else to do.

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Before Holly had a moment to feel relieved that while Cara didn't have lemonade, someone would go get it, Makayla jumped into the conversation and shut the idea down. Makayla had a saint's level of patience when it came to taking care of Holly most days, but that only meant that when she did snap on her like this, it made Holly more upset because she wasn't used to it. Plus, Holly was sensitive to begin with. She wanted to start crying and tell Makayla that she was being mean but just meeting her sister's gaze for a moment reminded her that Makayla would probably act on shutting this night down if she were to be dramatic and cause a scene. Still... she wanted her lemonade. Holly had a tendency to obsess over somethings. It wasn't like lemonade was the only thing she ever drank, and the Sprite in her hand would definitely suffice, but it made it harder to just let the subject go since Cara had said, without a second thought, that it could be gotten for her. She wasn't trying to be petulant or unruly, she just didn't understand why Makayla was in such a bad mood. Being tired never made her this angry for no reason. "But Cara said the boys will get it..." Holly tried to reason, using her free hand to latch onto Makayla's, partially because it was just in her nature to want to touch people she was talking to, but also to make sure that her sister couldn't use the hand to smack her with in case that counted as bringing it up again.

Makayla was putting in more effort than she thought she had to not just grab Holly right there and drag her back to their apartment. Her reactions were already probably sounding dramatic for her, since she was usually good at tolerating Holly's behavior, but she didn't have it in her. It would have been easy to just let it all go, tell Cara that she appreciated it and let Ryan or whoever run to the store to shut Holly up for the night. She still felt like she should have done that, but when she felt like she was losing control of every other aspect in her life, including control over her own body, she needed to at least reassure herself that all of that had been worth it, because Holly would act right. When it came down to it, Makayla was convinced that she would never have needed to turn to prostitution if she hadn't accepted guardianship of Holly. She would have graduated college, had a real, decent job, and would have been living a normal person's life. But no, she sacrificed for the greater good, and for once, she would demand that be appreciated and respected by the girl she was giving her life up for. "I said no. Now move," she said, shaking her hand free of Holly and nudging the girl away from the fridge. "Leave Cara alone, okay? You need to calm down and stop complaining about things before you get yourself into trouble, 'cause I told you already, I'm not playing tonight, Holly."

With a hand pressed to Holly's back, she led her into the living room where Roman and Nick sat. Aside from the couch, there was a chair that offered a few to the television, and Makayla guided Holly into it. "You sit here, you keep your mouth shut, and you wait until I get back. You bother them, you bring that lemonade up one more time, or you get up, and we're going home, you hear me? I'm going to be right back." She made an attempt to speak softly, not wanting to make a scene, yet made sure that her finger was wagging like a mother scolding a child just an inch from the redhead's face to get her point across. She thought she was going to be able to handle the night on just alcohol, but it wasn't going to happen. Across the hall, tucked into the bottom of one of her dresser drawers were a couple of pills that she kept as "just in case" drugs, for when she really, really needed them, and tonight had earned her one of them. She felt like she should have said something to Cara about running out, or even Chanel, but she didn't. She didn't even glance over at Nick and Roman before leaving the apartment.

Now, even more than before, Holly felt like crying because Makayla was definitely being mean to her for no reason. The way that Makayla had demanded that she not get up made her struggle more than she normally would have, as she turned her head back to look towards Cara, and then turned it back. She wouldn't get up, but it would have been impossible for her to sit there silently like Makayla had also demanded she do. "Why are you watching football?" she asked, her voice only a little less enthusiastic than usual as she slid forward so that she was just barely sitting on the edge of the chair.

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Character Portrait: Makayla Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Owens Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin
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When Holly decided that she couldn't settle for Sprite instead of lemonade, Brooklyn let her run over to Cara with the problem but didn't follow. Makayla was around, and even if she hadn't been, Brooklyn didn't feel like she had to persuade Holly into drinking what was there. Especially not when Cara was the girl who took Cara of Holly regularly. She could handle it, and Brooklyn could still say that she had been a good person by reaching out to Holly in the first place. If anything, she was lucky that Holly was suddenly obsessed with lemonade because her running off meant that Brooklyn was able to get out of that conversation earlier than she would have been, had Holly immediately accepted the Sprite as an alternative.

She remained by the drink area for a minute more, making the excuse in her mind, that while she was standing right there, she might as well finish the first drink and refill it, just for convenience purposes, of course. She watched as Makayla and Nick's conversation ended across the room, as Makayla headed towards Holly and Nick towards the living room area, and then Chanel and Ryan's conversation ended too, with Chanel passing by her to leave the apartment a moment later. Isaac stood on the opposite side of the island that Cara sat at, with him seeming focused on his phone, and her seeming focused on her glass of while. When Brooklyn had first met Cara, she had actually liked her. She was a pretty girl, and Brooke was shallow enough to take those things into account when deciding whether or not someone was worthy of her time. She had money too, which was a good thing. Sometimes, she felt reasonably intimidated by people like that, with money. At first, she had not felt that way with Cara because she seemed too dumb to really be a threat. Too caught up in her own world, too self-absorbed to really be taken seriously. Within the weeks following her receiving knowledge of the hookup between her and Nick, Brooklyn realized that she had underestimated Cara, and maybe her money was something she underestimated too. Maybe that was one more thing that attracted Nick to her. Brooklyn made good money as a stripper, but the term good money only worked when comparing it to other jobs she was qualified, like retail or food service ones. What she made didn't compare to the money that Cara's father poured into his daughter's bank account, and since money was something that she and Nick always fought about, maybe he saw Cara as a girl who had everything Brooklyn had physically plus the reassurance that he would never have to worry or be responsible for money. A part of her couldn't blame him for that, but she wanted to blame Cara for that and everything else.

With everyone doing their own things for the moment, Brooklyn was able to slip back to her bedroom without attracting too much notice. She still couldn't say she was tired after that mid-day nap, but she was feeling unenthusiastic and just uninterested. Earlier, there was a possibility that she could use this dinner to gauge whatever it was that was present between Nick and Cara, but now she wondered whether she really wanted to know or not. If she sat down at that dinner table and caught the two exchanging glances or playing with each other's legs under the table, what was she going to do? She had to do something. Brooklyn couldn't sit there like that, and claim to be a prideful person without doing anything, but what would she do? What could she do? Break up with him and tell him to leave the apartment? The only reason why they lived there was because Nick had known Cara, so if anything, she would be the one to leave. And that would mean that Roman would likely be kicked out too, because every person in this apartment had to know that Cara would take any opportunity she could find to get rid of him. Brooklyn would tell you that she didn't feel responsible for Roman and his whereabouts, and she really didn't in a motherly way, but just as a friend, she didn't want to be responsible for him losing shelter. Not when he had actually done a good job at having his share of the rent ready every month. The two of them could probably afford a one bedroom or studio apartment in the city, but being approved for an apartment in Manhattan wasn't as easy as it seemed. With no references, poor credit, and the need for an apartment right away, their options would be very limited.

She felt like she had been staring into her mirror for a good hour, despite it only being a minute or two, before she looked away and left the room. She returned to the kitchen just in time to hear Chanel announcing that it was time to eat, and although she hadn't eaten since her pizza with Nick, she suddenly wasn't very hungry. It was free food, so she knew that she wouldn't forgive herself for not making a plate and made her way to the counters lined with food. Taking a plate, she added some turkey, salad and a roll to it as Nick caught up to her and asked about their seating arrangements. "Mhmm, that works," she answered minimally and quietly as she took a seat on one of the end chairs of the island.

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Character Portrait: Chanel Owens Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Colton King
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Cara did not say a word when Makayla came over and reprimanded Holly for asking for lemonade. She didn't think it was a big deal, and had actually wanted one of the boys to go out and get it to make the apartment seem a little less crowded, but she knew her opinion wasn't wanted. Makayla was the one who was in charge of Holly, and even if Cara thought that she was overreacting or that they could solve the problem easily, she let Makayla do her thing. She had learned over not to get in the way with things like that because even though she would think she was helping, Makayla would feel like she was stepping on her toes, and it wasn't worth it. She frowned just a little as Makayla led Holly away, closed the fridge, and returned to the island where she filled up her wine glass a little bit more. Part of her wanted to tell Ryan to hurry up with the food, but he looked like he was working quickly with the turkey, so she held her tongue... and sipped her wine. Despite it being her apartment, she felt uncomfortable and unwanted. She didn't know Isaac, the boy who stood a few feet away, and she didn't want to know him. Roman and Nick were watching television with Holly. Brooklyn, Chanel and Makayla had moved out of eyesight. This Thanksgiving sucked. She just hoped that the food that they (because shopping for the food definitely meant that she had done as much work as Chanel and Ryan) cooked would make up for it. If only Ryan would stop acting like they had three years to get the damn turkey ready.

She spaced out for the next few minutes. Looking at everyone's Instagram posts of them with their families, in their beautiful homes with catered or chef-prepared foods made her want to lock herself in her bedroom and spend the rest of the night crying, as if she didn't still have the opportunity to have that within a drive uptown's time. That was how Cara was, though. She wanted to be stubborn and get her way, and when that didn't happen, she wanted to throw herself a pity party and act like her life was tragic and sad. Snapchat and Facebook only made her mood worse, and by the time she decided that looking through all of this was basically a form of self-harm at that point, Chanel had returned to the apartment, Ryan finished cutting the turkey, and dinner had been served. She was glad that Chanel took the initiative and announced it, because Cara was feeling petty enough to just go around and tell the few people she liked that they could eat, and leave the others out. If Isaac and Roman went hungry, oh well. As she had told Ryan, she'd sleep fine either way. Plus, the good mood that Chanel always seemed to be in made Cara want to lighten up a little bit too. Too consumed in her own self-pity, and not the most perceptive person to begin with, she didn't notice the way that Chanel's eyes looked a little pink or that maybe her smile was just a tad less authentic looking than usual when she approached her.

"It's the designer lift Armani one!" she answered, beaming at the compliment. Chanel was definitely more than a good friend tonight for just helping with the cooking. Aside from taking her wine away earlier, she had done everything in her power to perk Cara's mood up, and the compliment was one more thing to add to that list. "But your makeup looks flawless too. Whatever you use really stays on perfectly," she noted, and she meant that genuinely, but only because she didn't know that Chanel had reapplied some of it minutes before. "And yeah, everything is good I think. Thanks for all of your help today, by the way," she continued, reaching out to give Chanel's hand a squeeze as she thanked her. She stood up and turned the corner of the kitchen to where the plates were, and picked one up for herself and handed one to Chanel. "Obviously it's not the best Thanksgiving in the world, but I think we're making it work. I will say that after this, I'm definitely pushing spa day up to tomorrow. Tell me you're not working or can call out."

Chanel answered her comment about Thanksgiving, putting an optimistic spin on it like she always seemed capable of doing. "Don't even think of it as a Thanksgiving. Think of it as more like a Friendsgiving. Or a half-Friendsgiving since you aren't really friends with everyone here, but whatever." Cara nodded in agreement, adding some food to her plate as Chanel sipped her own drink, which Cara hoped was alcoholic, before responding to the spa comment. "Girl, you know damn well I can barely keep a job for more than two minutes. I was going to get a waiting job, but they wanted me to work late nights, and I was like skerr. Bitch you can keep that. But yeah, I'm free. These pores need some TLC."

Cara wanted to respond with excitement, since she was sure her friends would like Chanel (and it would prove to them that her building wasn't just filled with meth users). However, she was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I swear, if this is another one of Ryan's junkie friends, I'm kicking him and the rest of the crack heads out of here." She set her glass of wine and plate down on an empty space on the counter and headed to the door with her bitch face already in place. "Can I help you?" she snapped, before she had even completely swung the door open to reveal the man on the other side. He was someone who she had never seen before, and at least compared to Isaac, was nicer looking. But he was definitely still a drug addict. He had that whole tough guy, tatted, "I ride a motorcycle and beat my girlfriends" looks to him, and Cara wasn't into that kind of guy unless she was heavily intoxicated.

"Uh, yeah," Colton said when the door swung open and a blonde addressed him in a manner that spoke to how badly she didn't want to be dealing with him. He would say the same, but only because being locked out of your apartment with boxes on Thanksgiving, after working an eight hour shift and moving boxes and furniture for another few hours wasn't an ideal day. Not because the girl he was looking at wasn't some pretty nice eye candy. If Kacey had been bringing girls home that looked like this, he wouldn't have been complaining. Hell, Colton was pretty sure that if she had brought home this girl, he would have tried to join in on that one. The fact that the little black dress she was wearing was short and tight didn't make it easier for him to keep his eyes on her face and not on her body as he explained himself. "I'm moving in across the hall to 5A and the key Larry gave me doesn't work. I wanted to see if you knew the dude who lives there, Isaiah is his name, I think, and if you had his cell number by any chance." Hearing more people than just her in the apartment, he added, "I'm assuming you live here," in case she was actually just a guest of the apartment owner.

An opportunity to get rid of Isaac for at least a few minutes? Perfect. Isaac hadn't done anything wrong, and had actually been more cordial than Cara would have imagined was possible by someone like him, by bringing over a dessert. Still, Cara refused to shake the idea that he was a bad seed from her mind, and that getting rid of him and Roman would somehow make this dinner ten times more enjoyable and classy. As if, like Roman hadn't pointed out, her bad attitude was probably the only thing keeping it from its potential high. "He'll be right over," she said, in a tone that was too sweet to be genuine, but only because her motives of sending Isaac over were more for her benefit than to help this man with his key issue. She closed the door in his face (gently, in her defense), rolled her eyes when she caught Chanel's attention passing by, and found Isaac. "There's a guy at the door looking for you," she stated plainly, not giving him much of a chance to answer because she didn't want to engage in conversation, before heading back to Chanel. "Ugh, just another one of Ryan's creepy friends, I bet. He was looking for Isaac and said something about his key not working, but I bet it's just code for 'I want to buy drugs'," she scoffed as she picked up her plate and continued to add some food to it.

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Busy scooping a mountain of mashed potatoes on her plate, she wiggled her brows at Cara suggestively before glancing at the door and then back at her. From Chanel's expression, Cara could probably already tell what the girl was thinking. When there was a knock at the door, she wondered who it could have been too, and while she wasn't sure what to expecting, she definitely wasn't expecting the guy that conversed with Cara for all of a few seconds before she closed the door. Chanel was always a bit melodramatic, to put it lightly, and she liked surprises, so when Cara told Chanel what was up, she gasped theatrically, placing her hand to her hurt as if Cara had actually hurt her. She gave her a knowing look. "Shit. His fine ass can buy me for all I care. Did you see that sexy piece of white meat?" She placed a slice of turkey on her plate, deciding against getting a second slice due to the large amount of potatoes she'd just shoveled onto her plate. "Cara, do guys just deliver themselves to you or something? What fucking perfume are you wearing?"As she moved, Cara scoffed next to her. "Um, were we looking at the same guy?" When Chanel turned to give her an unenthused expression, Cara was giving her a grossed out look. On the verge of sticking her tongue out at her, Chanel stopped and clasped the edge of the counter, her eyes wide with excitement, her childish grin even wider. "Oh my god, let's make him a plate. Just get him some turkey, mashed potatoes, my number, perhaps. It's the spirit of giving after all. Totally not weird at all. Matter-of-fact, let's just invite him inside for a few seconds. The more the merrier, right?" Cara pulled Chanel closer to her, looking into the cup Chanel had. "Am I already drunk enough where I'm missing something, or are you drunk enough where you're that crazy?" Chanel threw her head back and laughed and nudged her away playfully. "Shut up," she said. "I'm gonna do it!"

Without pausing for any protest, she swooped her hair to one side of her shoulder and opened the door. There were many people she knew who were pretty, but only from far away. This one was a looker, and although she tried being polite by not raking her eyes over him, she did cock her head slightly, pleased by the view. She could definitely see why Cara didn't like him, and he wasn't really her type either, but hell, that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the aesthetic. It was less likely that there was just something so special about him that made her go over to open the door, and it was more so because it was just in Chanel's very nature to be overly excitable. It wasn't just handsome boys that did this, but beautiful girls as well. She was constantly pointing out someone of interest to Cara, whether it be awing over a girl's lashes or a guy's hair. Little things excited her, especially when such things were as unexpected as this. Because she got bored so easily and hated routine, she made the most out of it by making it a bigger deal than it actually was. Still, though, she tried to tone it down so as not to seem desperate, but there was still no hiding the smile that she at first had to force on. This proved to be a good distraction, and giggling over cute boys was always something Chanel liked doing. "Hey," she said. As she continued, she gestured behind her, inside the apartment. "Do you want to come inside for a second? Get some food? There's plenty to share."

"I would, but all of my shit is out here," the boy said as he took a step back and nodded at the boxed that were placed outside of Isaac's door. That makes sense, Chanel thought. As to why she'd never seen him before. When she looked back at him, he continued, this time with a smirk. "And I'm only used to the first floor crowd, so I don't know how many thieves you've got up here yet." At this, Chanel laughed some. She would make sure to recount every detail of this to Cara later, even though the girl probably wouldn't be very intrigued. Half the time, Chanel just talked to hear her own self speak. This time, though, she was surprisingly quiet as she listened to him. "But thanks," he said. "It does smell good, so I don't want to keep you from it. I'll just wait out here until Isaiah's got a minute to lend me his key." Chanel blinked, thinking, who the hell is Isaiah? before she remembered what Cara had said. "Oh, oh, oh. You mean Isaac. Yeah, he's in here. He should be able to let you in. I had no idea he was getting a new roommate, that's literally so exciting. And Isaac is honestly so sweet, so you don't have anything to worry about." Chanel hardly knew Isaac enough to call him an acquaintance, but she definitely didn't the guy well enough to where it would validate or even warrant her speaking so highly of him. With her, if people entertained her talking, even if it was just for short little hallway conversations, they were some form of friend. There was that, and she also wanted to keep the conversation going just a little while longer. Luckily, the guy didn't seem taken aback any as he continued speaking.

"Yeah, yeah. It was a last minute thing. I was down on the first floor with my roommate, Kacey, and we'd been dealing with a hell of a leak for like, two months. It sucked, and we told Larry on a daily basis that he needed to get that shit fixed or we were leaving, but you know how that lease life works where we'd be screwed if we tried to leave before the lease was over, so we were stuck down there. Then, I guess some people moved out up here, so he told us we could switch. I guess this place is just a two bedroom, since Kacey got an apartment down the hall that's a studio, but yeah, it's been an eventful Thanksgiving." He shrugged and laughed, making Chanel smile in response. It wasn't really that he'd said anything funny, but she could be rather empathetic and expressive while conversing with overs. It was one of the few timea she didn't have a hard time doing this and didn't have to force it. In just about in other situation, she could be much more shallow and disinterested. Perhaps the alcohol was already taking effect, because it wasn't like this was the most enticing conversation she'd ever had, but she was feeling giddy. "Come to think of it though, with all of these neighbors moving out on your floor, should I be worried? You guys are warding people off like you've got the plague or some shit up here, apparently." Even from inside the apartment where there was more chatter, it was likely that her loud laugh could be heard. It wasn't so voluminous that it was startling, but it was definitely memorable. "I couldn't tell you," she said. "That's just going to be something you have to find out on your own." And then in an unusual turn of events, she decided to close the conversation. While she couldn't always take a hint, and she didn't really think this guy was giving her one, sometimes she was cognizant enough to know when to stop talking. Not only that, but her hunger hit her suddenly. "You shouldn't have to worry though. You seem like a keeper," she said. ""If you finish unpacking, you can still come by for a plate or whatever. Have a good Thanksgiving. Maybe I'll see you around."

After she left him, she went over to Cara, picking up the slice of her turkey with her hands and biting into it triumphantly. "Nailed it," she said. "I was like 'Oh, my god. Hey, you're super hot. Let's make babies.' And he was like," as she narrated everything that Colton didn't say, she purposely added more bass to her voice. "'Oh, hey. You're hot too. We should totally make babies.' And then I was like 'Yeah, that sounds cool. We might as well get hitched while we're at it', and he was all for it. And so basically, I might not be able to go to the spa tomorrow because I'm getting married, and also, you have to be my maid of honor." She shrugged nonchalantly as she finished off her drink, wrinkling her nose some at the sting. She could tell that she was already feeling looser, and far sooner than she had planned to be. She didn't necessarily consider herself a lightweight, although with the hard liquors she kind of was since her alcohol of choice was typically wine. Plus when you add in the fact that she hadn't eaten all day and was already pretty skinny, it didn't seem as surprising. Still, though, she couldn't seem to fathom why she was feeling the buzz prematurely, and then she questioned if she was just imagining things. Sometimes it was hard to tell since it could seem like there was a thin line between her being intoxicated and her being just Chanel. This didn't concern her for long enough to keep her from pouring herself some wine as she did a little dance in place, swaying side to side. She finished her slice of turkey and grabbed another one, looking surprised as she took another bite. "Oh, my god. This turkey is so good."