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Michaela Vaughn

"The best way to live life is with one blunt and no fucks."

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a character in “Another Year at Fulton University!”, as played by chanelindistress

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F U L LXN A M E

Michaela Arielle Vaughn

N I C K N A M E S

Mickey, Kayla, or Layla {Common; the first is the main one that most people refer to her as} || Siren {Common; picked up by college friends she made last year when they realized how many fell for her after hearing her sing} || Lux or Lux Lyfe {Stage and radio personality name}

G E N D E R

Female

A G EX:XD A T EXO FXB I R T H

19 : January 22

A S T R O L O G I C A LXS I G N

Aquarius

S E X U A L I T Y

"I'm pan, simple as that. Of all the things I'm gonna worry about in my life, who I take in my bed really isn't that big of a deal. Girls, guys, girls who transition into a guy - I'm kinda down for it all. And if I happen to get more than one in my bed, well, shit, I'm hella down."

Pansexual

E T H N I C I T Y

50% Creole {Father} || 25% French {Mother} || 25% Polish {Mother}

M A J O RX:XM I N O R

"I mean, I'm in college now. I know most people who knew me before are a bit surprised, but I had to get serious about my future at some point. Plus, I took one class in poli-sci and I knew I needed that somewhere on my resume, so here we are."

Broadcast Communications w/ Minor in Political Science

O C C U P A T I O N

"I auditioned for the station freshman year and they made sure to make me apply for this year, so I'm doing something right. I still DJ here and I've got a new fanbase in Miami, but I did take up doing other people's braids and sew-ins."

Radio Personality at Fulton University's radio station, Fulton U Hot 103.4 || Freelance DJ || Part-time Hair Stylist



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H E I G H TX:XW E I G H T

5'6 : 135 lbs

B O D YXB U I L D

Spoon Shape: Pear

E Y EXC O L O R

Hazel

S K I NXC O L O R

Peanut butter brown

H A I RXC O L O R

While Michaela's naturally curly and perpetually medium length hair is naturally a cocoa brown shade, during senior year of high school, Michaela dyed it black and hasn't looked back since. Which means that her typically hairstyle, braids, have a base color of black as well. Michaela's been seen in a plethora of braided hairstyles: Marley twists, individual braids, micro-mini braids, etc. And she's even styled her hair while having the braids installed with her typical white-blonde, red or even brown colors interspersed. However, when she feels like giving her roots a rest from being tugged or that her hair just needs to breathe, it's not uncommon for her to wear her hair out, either in its naturally loosely curly state or straightened.

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

Michaela may not be considered a conventional or standard beauty in comparison to other young women her age, but there's denying that she's a beauty nonetheless. She might be considered of average height and stature with her five feet six inch frame, but that's perfectly fine with her. She wouldn't exactly favor being any taller than she already is. Michaela has what is considered to be a spoon body shape or, most commonly known, a pear shape, in that her hips are wider than her bust and her waist can seem smaller than both. It just so happens that there's a notable and smooth slope from her waist to her hips, resulting in the formation of a rather rounded, toned and plump derriere for her frame. Mickey isn't what you would consider a health nut or a gym enthusiast; she'll run go on a light run, maybe, twice per week, but even she would tell you that that's if she decides to get up. Yet and still, there is some definition in her arms and legs, and her butt, as she has had to move sound equipment to and from various venues when she's DJing or when the school's radio station is supposed to be at an event representing. Majorly though, much like with her abdominal area, there is only a slight imprint of abs forming as you can simply call it a soft expanse of skin, nothing quite special but definitely still slim. The beauty then, not just in the appreciation of her curves that others have been wont to show, comes in her face where she holds almond-shaped hazel eyes that appear a deep olive shade on most days, but lighter and with a ring of brown when catching a wayward beam from the sun. It's in what her mother has called peanut-butter brown skin that's smooth and blemish-free, baby soft from the way she cares for it, in those thick but delicately arched eyebrows, or even in that heart-shaped mouth with kissably-plump pouty lips. It could be in her aesthetic: the braids complimented by a nose piercing, pierced earlobes, a double helix piercing in her left ear, and a graduate lobe piercing in her right ear. Either way, there's no denying there's something...pretty about her. Exotic, if you ask the right people.

F A S H I O NXS E N S E

As a few uppity African-American students at Fulton have admitted to her once or twice before in the last year, they don't want to look "too black" in a predominantly white institution. And well, to put it bluntly, Mickey doesn't care for all of that. She has a rather urban style, that much she can admit. It has been influenced by her California living and there's no denying the indie imprint on her wardrobe as seen in the multi-colored long skirts or shorts she has worn, but she's not ashamed of her look nor does she choose to hide it. And it helps that it makes her stand out, even amongst the Zetas, and that it's garnered her a band of secret admirers. Which, of course, strokes the ego she likes to claim doesn't exist. There are days when she's girlier than the day before and since attending college, she has been more prone to wearing dresses than she ever had before, but Mickey doesn't really see herself changing for anyone. And since she's not even truly going into the professional world as in with Fortune 500 companies or even law, she doesn't see the need to do so.



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Q U I R K SX:XO D D I T I E SX:XH A B I T S

Eats foods like pizza, strawberries, ect. backwards ✦ Is a very tactile person and has a habit of touching people rather casually, though it's more intimate if she knows them personally. (ie. for someone she has feelings for, she'll put a hand at the small of their back or she'll have a hand rested on someone's shoulder if they're just friends.) ✧ Blurts out a lot of sexual innuendos or everything she seems to say has some kind of sexual connotation. ✦ Has at least five cups of tea per day. It's for her vocal chords, but also because Mickey really likes tea. ✧ Flirts like it's her religion. Unless her attention is expressly unwanted, nobody's safe. The more she feels for you or the more a person reacts results in stronger flirtations.

G R E A T E S TXJ O Y S

Music: Before there was anything else, there was music for Mickey and she doesn't see her life without her career being musical. If she's not singing, then she's playing for other people. ✦ Food: She grew up with a part-time chef of a mother and being forced to help, specifically with baking as that is her specialty. ✧ Genuine Friendships: For Mickey, no matter how social and energetic she seems, she knows who her real and close friends are, and they're like family to her at this point. They're the ones most privy to her loyalty. ✦ Parties: You would think getting high would beat a party, but Mickey can get high off of the energy of a really good dance party. It probably helps that she can get a quick contact high, but she loves the vibration of the music that touches her toes and then spreads upwards.

G R E A T E S TXF E A R S

Losing her voice: Everything rides on her voice; her ability to communicate, sing, dazzle - without her voice, Mickey really would have no purpose. ✦ Disappointing her parents: She acts like she doesn't care, but Mickey wants to prove that she's being productive with her music and her major, especially to doctors as parents. ✧ Catching an STD or, worse yet, HIV: Mickey might be a touch promiscuous, but she's in no way not careful. Unless she trusts you, a condom is always at play and when she has been in a relationship, tests were taken. ✦ Zombie Apocalypse: She likes adventures, but this isn't one she wants to be a part of.

G O O DXP E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S

Witty ✦ Carefree ✧ Vivacious ✦ Perceptive ✧ Loyal ✦ Engaging ✧ Open-Minded ✦ Intelligent ✧ Daring ✦ Sensual

B A DXP E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S

Tactless ✦ Blunt ✧ Sarcastic ✦ Intolerable ✧ Flirtatious ✦ Rebellious ✧ Enigmatic ✦ Stubborn ✧ Impulsive ✦ Shameless

L I F EXP H I L O S O P H Y

β€œIf you were a bird, and lived on high, you'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, you'd say to the wind when it took you away: "That's where I wanted to go today!” - A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young



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P E R S O N A L I T Y

The one thing that needs to be acknowledged and accepted first, above all things, is that Michaela isn't everybody's favorite cup of tea once off of a stage or away from a turn table. While some might find that others find them intolerable and want to change some aspect of themselves in order to please those other individuals, Michaela has discovered this fact, laughs very boisterously in your face about it, and then revels in it. She warns in advance and makes no excuses about it - she can be a lot to handle. While she is not one of those people who believes that life is a complete joke, she also isn't one to find every little thing as serious. She's carefree in that sense. Her life is her life and while she won't say that she's grown up with the most golden of spoons in her mouth, she has acknowledged that she grew up with the privilege to not actually give a flying fuck about other people and their expectations. People are going to spend your entire life nitpicking the different parts of you that they either like or don't like, she has already surmised. And the one thing she is not going to do is waste her time trying to conform, fix herself or even try to please anyone. So, if it happens that her rapid-fire, quick-witted and sarcastic self has rubbed you the wrong way, unless Michaela genuinely feels as though she might have insulted you or truly hurt your feelings, expect not a single fuck to be given. She's shameless, after all.

While being such a free-thinking and vivacious individual is always a good thing, the reason that not many can truly say they completely hate her but also that they completely love her is that Michaela never knows when to stop. Or, it would appear that way. Another thing that needs to be taken into account is that while she does have a tendency to lean towards being reckless and daring in that every day is an adventure she should not hesitate to take, Michaela has a devil-may-care attitude combined with the fact that she is far more calculated than people give her credit for. Classmates and certain staff members tend to forget that this is the intelligent girl - both book-wise and street-wise - who could have been classified as a nerd, and cursed any forced classifications to hell if she didn't get to pick for herself. She's not stupid. While Michaela likes to say that she just does shit on the drop of a dime and doesn't give a care in the world, what it is is that she doesn't always act without thinking. She just likes seeming that way and she's human; of course she has her impulsive moments. They just don't dominate her every-day. Again, she knows people are going to always have something to say, so why not be the one who controls whatever the say? So, if she happens to get detention today because her perceptive self read the living daylights out of her professor and in her typically blunt manner called him or her out on it in the middle of class, at least she can say that people saying whatever they plan to say about her is of her own volition, and not their own. In a twisted way, she controls people's perceptions of her and she likes that kind of power. It's fun, heady and she's always looking to push the realms of what is acceptable. Like going to class high and seeing what's going to happen.

Others might speculate that Michaela has had a bad home life or blame her tendency to stay away from commitment due to a previous heartbreak. The truth of the matter is that she has always been detached and just a touch enigmatic. Teenagers go through a phase where their parents and the adults around them find them hard to read for awhile, partly due to their emotions just being haywire as they try to discover themselves. This is not a phase - this is a way of life for Michaela. She loves her parents deeply, even if it seems that she is accepting their affection without being as open in her emotions as they are. It's just how she is, simple as that. She knows how to be in relationships and to love without fear; she lives the majority of her life fearlessly, why would she approach something as pure as love with fear? She's just not one of those freely emotion-giving people. She's not afraid or anything of that nature of relationships. She just hasn't found a person she's willing to settle for completely, or people considering the fact that she has the capacity to love more than one person without fear of people judging her for not conforming to society's love of monogamy. At the end of the day, despite her seeming abhorrence towards commitment and depending on everyone else due to her independent streak, Michaela knows a thing or two about loyalty and no one would ever have to worry about her being theirs - whether as a friend or lover. They just need to accept that she likes her freedom as well, and her occasional signs of being flirtatious. After all, she's a complete package. You just can't accept one part of her and not like the other.



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L I K E S

Icy cold bottle of beer ✦ Most drinks with rum inside them ✧ Producing her own music ✦ Horror, Paranormal, & Sci-Fi films ✧ Motorcycles ✦ Cooking her own food ✧ New Orleans ✦ Marijuana ✧ Parties ✦ Mozzarella Sticks ✧ Brownies ✦ Sex, especially really good sex ✧ Afro-Punk ✦ Deadpool ✧ Criminal Minds, Supernatural, AHS, HTGAWM, & Teen Wolf ✦ Singing ✧ Partying ✦ Getting high ✧ Feeling the thrum of the music through her veins ✦ Her braids ✧ Intense Makeout Sessions ✦ Finding new, exciting places ✧ Getting into a little trouble ✦ When people are easy to rile up ✧ Having friends older than herself ✦ Threesomes ✧ The Beach ✦ Sleeping while naked ✧ Honeydew Melon ✦ Video Games ✧ Flirting ✦ Mac n cheese ✧ DJing ✦ Playing the guitar ✧ Fireball Whiskey ✦ Cocoa Butter ✧ Chai tea ✦ Sexual explorations and discoveries

D I S L I K E S

Super girly drinks ✦ Clowns ✧ Being told what to do ✦ People Who Try Too Hard ✧ Hot Beer ✦ Having to deal with hangovers ✧ Sheet music ✦ Mandatory school subjects ✧ Cigarettes ✦ When people tell themselves they can make Cajun cooking ✧ When adults break up other people's fights ✦ Misogynoir ✧ Coffee ✦ When people are too sensitive ✧ Beyonce {And her ridiculous Beyhive} ✦ The invasive-ness of social media ✧ Conformity ✦ When people thinks she cares about their opinions ✧ The Kardashians ✦ Guilt Trips ✧ Boring people ✦ Clingy lovers ✧ STDs ✦ White chocolate ✧ Chick Flicks



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T H O U G H T SXO NXG R E E KXL I F E ?

"True story - I never gave a flying fuck about Greek life, I'm being real. My Dad pledged Alpha Phi Alpha, so if anything, I should've found a black one to join if I were going to join in the first place. But in all honesty, it just so happened that I vibed with people who happened to be Sigmas and Zetas. One of the people who oversaw my audition for the radio was a Sigma and he's been a bit of a mentor, I guess. Whatever. The point is that I just really hung out with the few that I originally met, vibed with them and Jaz at the tent during the organization fair, and then Jaz and I were doing Rush Week together. Haven't regretted it since. The Zetas and Sigmas are some of the dopest people you'll ever meet, so talented and amazing and chill. I don't really have a problem with any of the other houses cuz they do them and we do us, but then again, that's how I feel about everyone...so it is what it is."

Mickey never really cared about other people's perceptions of her since she's the type to just not care or even remember your existence unless it benefits or entertains her. What she will say about Greek life at Fulton is that a member's house does not dictate who she's going to be friends or cool with. It might be because she's a part of a generation who's slowly starting to not give any fucks, but she's also not here for the legacy of pussyfooting around an Alpha or Beta. She'll flirt with whomever she wants, sleep with whomever she wants, and sit anywhere on campus with anyone she wants. It makes her no difference. You'll just have to learn to deal with that blue and gold she's repping.

P L A N SXA F T E RXC O L L E G E ?

"Ummm...nothing's particularly secure, but I have been thinking that this radio thing might actually be...well, a finite thing. I was always good, even back at high school, with getting connections. Keeping in touch with people. Just vibing. So, it wasn't always just me DJing back then, but also networking. Which is how I landed working with Fulton U's radio. But then, I had an internship back home with 107.9 and it wasn't really much, but one of my bosses thought I'd be good with actually being on the radio, playing music and making announcements and really selling myself as a radio personality. I kinda wanna infuse that with a bit of my political science background, so there's that. I like the vibe of Emelie Sande, Janelle Monae, and Solange, where some of their music have been politically charged. But I do want to start with the radio first and really breaking into that, and making connections with the music biz from that standpoint."

The number one assumption is that Mickey wants to be the next big singer. It's a good dream and yeah, she has the capacity for it. She dances, sings, writes her own songs, and even is good with mixing beats. Why do you think that she's the number one DJ at a Zeta party? However, she is interested in intertwining the political education she has acquired with the media and her music, so she wants to start with being on the radio just as a personality.



P E O P L EXO FXI M P O R T A N C E
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✦ Diamond Vaughn ✦ ↣ Biological Mother ↣ Living

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✧ Henry Vaughn ✧ ↣ Biological Father ↣ Living
P L A C EXO FXO R I G I N

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA {Newborn-12} || Manhattan Beach, California, USA {12-17} || Miami Beach, Florida, USA {17-Current}

H I S T O R Y
Considering the fact that Michaela was born in the Deep South, it should come to no surprise that within the Baptist community her white mother Diamond was raised in, that there was some deep-seated racism rankling just below the Southern hospitality they like to be known for. No matter how carefree she seemed and still does seem, Michaela was never unaware of that little fact. When Diamond admitted to becoming interested in an African-American man completing his residency while she was attending a nearby university, her parents were in absolute abhorrence in the face of the developing relationship. It was a stressful time for both of her parents, though Mickey would never be a witness to this hostility. In fact, other than a few occasions where her grandmother proved to be less hostile in her racism than her grandfather, Mickey hasn't exactly been able to officially meet either of them, let alone develop a relationship of any kind. Her father wouldn't even let Henry into their home to meet them, let alone actually attend her wedding. They even threatened total exclusion from the family, which meant loss of any financial support, if she further continued to strengthen their relationship. Needless to say, Michaela was born to parents - one without emotional or financial support from her family, and the other who had always been the caretaker of his own - but who were determined not to allow bigotry to keep them from being together. For all her flippant mannerisms, Michaela would tell you to this day that her parents were her original OTP and she would die shipping them. Luckily, though, while Henry was working and doing his residency and studying, Diamond had already had a small catering company as a side hustle since she was fifteen. Diamond Delicacies, then, would be a shared venture for both mother and daughter once Michaela turned twelve. Not that Mickey really had a choice since it was either that or a perpetual state of grounding. And she's bold and she actually has even tried being flippant towards her mother, but there's no way in hell she could deal with having to sneak out when she can do something that would get her mother off of her back. Besides, it wasn't like she disliked helping with the catering company, especially the baking part. Diamond had a gift, sure, and a knack for being a business woman when it came to being a part of the food industry (particularly with the clientele who wanted to have the luxury of gluten-free or even lactose-free desserts without the loss of that home-baked flare, but it was Mickey who really put it down with the baked goods. Of course, her involvement didn't exactly keep her out of trouble like her mother would have preferred.


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By the time Michaela had turned twelve, in fact, her rebellion towards society had already been slowly developing. It had started really young. Because Michaela had shown such a love for singing and music in general at a young age, Diamond had started allowing little Michaela to compete in beauty pageants. It was her first foray into understanding how other opinions, particularly those of a society whose main hobby is being judgmental and bigoted, have to be ignored for the sake of self-preservation. She was always picked on by the other girls because her nose was a bit bigger, her lips were fuller and larger than theirs, and because little Michaela had developed early. Her butt had filled out first and since her height hadn't come in yet, she looked rather chubby. It took her years, after the baby fat had begun to melt off and her features really grew on her, to just not care. And when Michaela honestly stopped caring, that was when Siren came into existence. Or, since Siren didn't become her next nickname until she had arrived at Fulton and interacted with the Zetas, Lux Lyfe.

While people presumed that she would be interested in medical school considered her father became an orthopedic surgeon with a sub-specialty in spinal surgeries and her mother eventually became a radiologist, Michaela's biggest and most-turned to outlet was music. She was known for being a DJ at different parties for friends and occasionally for friends of friends depending on the venue in California, though it's a very low-key thing for her as she participated in a lot of Underground scenes, much to her father's chagrin. He had liked the idea of her making her own money and being independent, but it's hard to be extremely proud when your only baby girl comes home on the weekend at four o'clock in the morning. However, he wasn't the parent to judge as he had done a lot in his younger years and was never the one to really scold her; that was all Diamond. Once she became a student at Crossroads Academy upon her family's move to California, it was apparent that Michaela was never going to be one of those popular Crossroads girls and she damn sure didn't want to be. She just wanted to live her life and do whatever the hell she wanted to, even at the chagrin of both professors and classmates who wished they could do what she does. It is her soft sweet vocals with an underlying and powerful register and range, combined with the fact that Mickey is a shameless flirt, that has earned her the name Siren. It is her ability to mix darker, heavier music with dance tracks and the like that makes Lux Lyfe successful. She approaches her artistry with raw instinct, sensually dulcet tones, and a technologically savvy mind that can keep the party going, even for the A-Listers if they decided to get their heads out of their asses and stop sneering down their noses at people as unattractively as they do. It's just that, when Lux and Michaela both get a little excited and she spends a bit too much time in detention for making a professor sweat under the collar or lose their patience that Diamond politely needs to bring her back to some semblance of control with forcing her to make their famous bread pudding or banana pudding. One thing to be noted, though, is that despite how much Michaela likes to roll her eyes at the uppity bitches she shares dorms and classes with - no matter how much she snuck off of campus for parties and the like with the older crowd partly to have fun and partly because it's entertaining to see staff members' reactions, at the end of the day, she did like Crossroads. She loved the friends she made. She just likes a little havoc as well.

Which is why it surprised her that some part of her had wanted to join a sorority, though the one she joined really isn't a shock at all. Mickey had honestly come to Fulton University because she knew she would at least have her two best friends with her. She could have stayed in California, if she waned to. It also helped that she had never been to Florida before last year, and so the idea of a new location excited her. Also, there was no denying that she could go nowhere without getting a good scholarship or five, and so Fulton was a good choice. Mickey discovered some things about herself, specifically about what she wants to possibly do with her life that doesn't necessarily have to do with solely performing. Which had been a thing of contention between herself and her mother, who really wanted her to take taking over Diamond Delicacies seriously and getting a bachelor's in business. Fulton educated her and fulfilled her thus far in a way that high school had not, so she considers it one of her better choices in life. And Zetas? Well, they were the best choice.



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F A C EXC L A I M

Kiana Lede

R O L E P L A Y E DXB Y

Girl2Fine2

M I S C .

Bedroom

Her Voice


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Michaela Vaughn's Story

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G U Y SXNXT I E SX&XG I R L SXW /XP E A R L SX

Location: Miami, Florida, USA
Time: 8:15 PM
Most people spend Sunday trying to prepare themselves for the droll and unwanted responsibilities that come about come the dreaded Monday morning. They sip their tea, drink that last bit of wine, and lay in bed trying to decide if they're really going to be petty enough to pretend like they're sick in this call to their office, scrounging up every excuse in the book as to why they can't go to work, school, or wherever the daylight happens to take them. However, for the students at Fulton University, instead of the lackadaisical doings of their typical Sunday evenings, the air around campus (and throughout the city) is alive with anticipation as people pre-game and prepare for a night of carefree drinking, dancing, and even drama...

...especially drama, particularly when the Greek life students are involved.

Some students are still in dorms, apartments and houses getting ready for the Guys in Ties & Girls in Pearls event hosted by Fulton's own Greek Life Alumna Association. Girls are just finishing the finishing touches to their hair or just sliding into velvet dresses, lacing up and slipping into heels of various styles. Sipping on glasses of wine or champagne, giggling over their shared excitement over how the night could unfold and the plans they've already made. Maybe even the tipsiness they already have. And guys are fastening on cuff links, straightening up the suits some just got from dry-cleaning or delivered by their favorite tailoring services. Quaffing glasses of scotch or taking shots to the head in preparation for how absolutely trashed they're bound to be by night's end.

Regardless of where everyone is - even those who are known for being rather prompt as opposed to fashionably late - it's bound to be a night of sensuous, luxurious, riveting and possibly even scandalous fun...so just like the Alumna Association asked on twitter, where can we find you?

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"You're sure I should wear this dress, right? It really doesn't make me look... wide?" Juliette questioned, her face contorted with self-doubt as she peered at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. Turning sideways, she craned her neck to the side to glance at the back of her reflection, only to feel just as restless and disappointed with what she saw. Nothing ever looked good enough on her, in her opinion, and it was a miracle that she had actually settled on something tonight, even considering the way she was still doubting it.

Ironically, Charlotte was feeling just as insecure tonight, even though that wasn't a typical emotion for her. She wasn't the kind of girl who liked getting all dressed up, and while she would wear a sundress or romper from time to time, gowns and cocktail dresses were things she only sported on very rare occasions. Those occasions were usually just family events that she was dragged to, back at home, but ever since she pledged Alpha, she had been forced to black tie events that demanded the attire, as well. Tonight was a perfect example of that, and considering that she had very little in her closet that fit the dress code well enough, she had to borrow an ensemble from her sister's wardrobe. Even if Charlotte felt out of place in this sort of attire, though, she was never very vocal about it. She didn't like complaining about things that she couldn't change, and even if she didn't feel completely herself in her outfit, she wasn't dreading tonight's party. It wasn't an Alpha/Beta-only event, and that meant that there was a good chance that she could have fun. "You look better than fine, Jules. Stop asking that," Charlotte insisted sternly, though her voice hinted at the kindness she intended to say it with. "Everything about your outfit is perfect, now would you please finish painting my other hand?" she continued, waving the one hand that had no nail polish on it, while the other rested on the bathroom counter top drying.

"Yes, yes, I'm getting to it!" Juliette nearly groaned, her eyes remaining on her reflection for a moment longer, before she stepped back towards Charlotte. She carefully took a seat on the stool by the counter, making sure not to wrinkle her dress too much, as she picked up the brush from the bottle of the nude polish. "You need to be more patient. It's not my fault that you literally decided to wait until the last minute to paint your nails. I specifically asked you to come get a manicure with me yesterday, and what did you say? That you were too--" Juliette was cut off of her mini-rant by Charlotte, who was already rolling her eyes as she finished the sentence with, "Too busy, right, right." She looked pointedly at Juliette as she continued, her voice laced with annoyance. "Well, I also didn't know that Audrey was going to act like my nails being painted black was equivalent to committing a war crime."

"She just wanted you to look nice, and not goth," Juliette objected, her voice softer now, as if Charlotte had personally criticized her by referencing Audrey's reaction like that. Nonetheless, she turned her attention to finishing painting the last five nails that she had neglected minutes before, when she took a break to start worrying about her own outfit. A couple of minutes passed before Juliette's precision paid off, and the nails were finished. "I am literally beyond talented and amazing for doing that for you while wearing a white dress," she praised herself, looking over the nails once more to make sure that they really were perfect, before standing up and returning to her spot by the mirror as Charlotte blew on the tips of her fingers in an attempt to get them to dry faster. "My body looks disgusting in this, but it's too late to change now," she reiterated, talking to herself more than to her sister. Again, she stepped back towards Charlotte, but only to grab the champagne glass that she had emptied minutes before. One more glance in the mirror, and she would be ready to down an entire bottle of champagne in one gulp.

"Don't get too carried away tonight, Jules," Charlotte said, a knowing smile on her face once her sister had taken the empty glass and started to leave the bathroom. "And don't you get too carried away with doing heroin or whatever it is you do with Michaela and Jazmyn and the rest of your weird friends," Juliette called out back to her, not even bothering to glance back in Charlotte's direction. The interaction was typical of the sisters, who could go from helping each other to bickering in the blink of an eye, and just as much as Charlotte didn't want Juliette to drink too much tonight, Juliette also genuinely didn't want Charlotte to spend too much time socializing with those girls. It would only reflect poorly on her, she believed, and more than anything, Juliette know that Audrey wouldn't be happy about it.

While Juliette hurried downstairs in search of more champagne, knowing that she didn't have much time to get buzzed before she had to leave, Charlotte lingered in the bathroom to give her nails an extra minute to dry. With the hand that was already dry, she texted her two best friends, who unfortunately, happened to live in the Zeta house. The text in her group chat to Michaela and Jazmyn read, "You two bitches better not clique up tonight like usual! Not here for that tn!"

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The silver iPhone, clutched in the hand of one slumbering Cyrus James, buzzes with the alert of a new text and jolt the Sigma boy from his unplanned napping. Cyrus cracks one of his eyes open, and turns the phone in his hand to check the message. His corneas are blasted with bright light and his one eye rapidly shuts, a groan escaping through his hoarse voice. The head on his chest is jostled, but simply rolls off Cyrus and he feels a naked back press up against him, long hair tickling the soft skin of his back. Brittany? Brianna? He couldn't remember, though this is the second time she's made her place in his bed.

The text message is from Ya Ya, his unlikely Alpha friend, asking him when he would be there. He didn't plan on arriving anytime soon, he would wait as long as socially acceptable, and then make his appearance to appease the Sigma alumni; he wasn't going to be president anytime soon if he didn't show up to things. Still, knowing that Ya Ya was one the current students helping, he didn't want her to be all alone at the set-up. Sure, there would be other students there to keep her company, but he assumed if she was making a point to text him, she wanted him there soon. He slowly rises into a sitting position and runs a hand through his messy hair, starting a reply to the Alpha.

[To: Ya. wasn't planning on arriving any time soon. want me there?]

"You leavin'?" A muffled voice comes from the other side of the bed, the girl whose name he wants to remember. She turns around for an answer, and he silently nods at her. She gets up from the bed, her naked body glossed in the low lights currently glowing in his bedroom, and shimmies into her underwear, taking Cyrus' dress shirt from the night before and pulling it on. She stuffs her other clothes into her large designer bag and turns to say goodbye. "I'll see you tonight, then." Cyrus quips, and the Zeta alum makes her exit, but only after leaving a long kiss on Cyrus' mouth. He smirks until she leaves, then settling his face on a neutral expression. His outfit for tonight is hanging outside his closet, but he wants to eat before he gets all gussied up. He most likely wouldn't be eating tonight, too busy schmoozing with the alum. Before he makes his way downstairs to the kitchen, he texts Maddox.

[To: Maddy. bet you're looking sexy tonight. my bed's been pretty cold at the Sigma house, wanna help me out?]

If that even happened, Maddox would probably insist on having their fun at Cyrus' penthouse, instead of the risk of sneaking into the Sigma house; but the risk was what made it so exciting. Cyrus admits he probably should be giving the boy some space, considering his feelings for the Beta only multiply when they're near each other, but they haven't done anything in a week or so and Cyrus is getting antsy. He's only hooked up with the Zeta alum in that week, but thinks about hitting up Charlotte if Maddox denies his offer. Oh man, what that Alpha could do to him...

Cyrus fills himself up with leftover Chinese takeout and enough whiskey to get him feeling loose. If he was going to be stuck in a room with a bunch of Betas, especially an alum party where his father might show up, he needed to be drunk. No, not buzzed, not "feeling good", drunk. Maybe he would even bring some weed or something. He suspected Andre would make a point to personally invite Reid James, just because Cyrus was required to attend. So, no matter what Ya Ya wanted, he would have to decline, because the more time spent with his father, the earlier he would leave, and that's not an option.

After his dinner, he slid into his clothes without a hint of hurry, considering he didn't want to be there on time; he might even stop by the Sigma house and ride with some of those guys to the event. Showing up in a flurry of loud Sigmas would just be wonderful for his father, surrounded by Beta alum. The thought alone puts a wicked smile on his face. Cyrus sends out one more text before delicately slicking his hair back for the night. Eventually, it would be ruined by something, or someone, but it never hurt to do it anyway.

[To: Mick, Jazz. Might need you two tonight. Daddy's coming.]

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"I’ve been tripping, had a blue dream
Breathe into me, you know
Inhale, exhale, I'm so dizzy
They can't save me, I'm gone
Woah, oh, they don't go as hard as I do, oh
I brought some to the party for you, oh
I'll mix it up and serve it for you
Party favors for you
Party favors for you."


Michaela harmonized along with Tinashe's sultry dulcet tones using her lower register, head bobbing slightly as she fixed up her pearl jewelry for her ears, idly pushing the sharper tips into the holes of her ears. The second floor bathroom was slightly hazy; partly from the showers that had just taken place, but mostly at the moment due to the fact that the girls had been particularly rolling up and passing a few blunts. Much like the one laying beside both her Samsung and the Sephora eyeshadow kit Mickey had "borrowed" from her mother during her last week in California. While their complexions were definitely different in that Diamond's pale skin tone was offset by a nearly perpetual tan, the brown palette had made Mickey fall in love and it wasn't like Diamond was particularly in love with makeup. The most she did, in the first place, was wear concealer and maybe a little foundation. She wouldn't miss it too much. At least, that was what Mickey had surmised.

"You better bring yo ass, Jazzy, if don't want me to finish this blunt without you," Mickey forewarned the girl from the bathroom, knowing that their bedroom door was still open and that the music wasn't loud enough to overpower the sound of her yell to her roommate. A few of the other Zetas were either still downstairs sipping on the drinks they had been fooling around with in the kitchen trying to make or already on their way to cars so that they could get to the venue. For sophomore year, Mickey had gotten to bring the Camry to Florida, which had meant driving with her Dad all the way from California to Florida. A long trip, sure, but it was worth it when he left the car with her and boarded a flight back home. It meant that she really couldn't order out as much as she had during freshman year as her money honestly had to go to groceries for cooking and then for gas, and the little bit of money she was required to put down for the car note. Again, all of it was worth it. Mickey had hated the Miami public transportation system, much more than she had ever hated Los Angeles'. And while she didn't take too many things as seriously, this was one she was going to take seriously - if only for the sake of not having to give the transit system another dime of her money.

Besides, she didn't want to have to worry about rushing herself to get ready for events like these because someone else was giving her a ride or Uber driver was impatiently waiting. While Mickey had never claimed being a complete and utter girly girl before, since coming to college, she actually...well, cared. Before, she had been the queen of surprising people every few weeks by wearing a maxi skirt. It hadn't been much and there was usually some kind of indie or even African print, and it was never like Mickey had shied away from lace material and halter tops. However, much like now, her style had become even more feminized to the point that there were far more dresses and rompers in her closet. Diamond had bought her the orange jumpsuit over the summer and since Mickey wasn't in the mood to deal with bitching over dresses, it worked. Right along with the Nasty Gal heels that had been in her closet for almost a year with only one wear on its resume. She had even installed the two-strands twists that almost resembled her brown hair as its base color with red, dark brown and white peeking through. Once Mickey felt a bit readier than she had when she first came into the bathroom, she blew a kiss at the mirror, grinning at the dark reddish color that coated her pouty lips. Just as she started to gather her stuff, her phone vibrated and she peered at it to see a text from Charlotte. Grinning, she gathered the rest of her stuff and responded to her friend, and also decided to text her favorite Fulton supplier.

To: Lottie Baby <3
U know i'd never 4get u baby. U coming over or should we swing by? Got another joint somewhere.

To: Cassie
Got anything special tonite?

Her heels clicked along the linoleum as Mickey headed out of the bathroom and towards her bedroom, not even looking up at Jaz as she checked her twitter timeline to see if anyone was texting about the party. "Ready, chocolate drop? My baby sounds lonely," she remarked, putting away most of her makeup in favor of grabbing a clutch so that she could put the stuff she would need for the night. "Can't keep her waiting too long."

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Jazmyn had smoked before she started getting ready, about an hour ago, so she wasn't too worried about finishing off the blunt that Michaela was talking about. Considering that she was already working on her second glass of vodka lemonade, she didn't think that she needed much else in her system right now. However, there was no denying that part of the reason for why she wasn't running over to take the last drag of Mickey's blunt was that she was focused on applying eyeliner. It was the third attempt on this eye, and she was getting frustrated at how each and every time she tried, it always either ended up being darker than the other side, or lighter, or winged longer, or just messed up in some other way. She didn't answer Michaela right away, instead, investing all of her attention into the final steps of her makeup, and it was only when she was done and Mickey was back in their room, that she acknowledged her. She had read Charlotte's text too, but before she could respond to it through text or aloud to Mickey, Mickey beat her to it, only causing Jazmyn to roll her eyes twice as hard as she would have to just Charlotte's text. After years of knowing Michaela and Charlotte, Jazmyn was still incredibly puzzled on how the two had managed to keep their relationship platonic. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see how much sexual tension existed there, and considering that Michaela was involved, it was all the more shocking that sex hadn't already been a thing of the past for those two.

"Girl, your 'baby' is going to do what she always does at parties like these - complain about how we're ditching her, while she lets those Alpha bitches keep her on a leash all night," Jazmyn said, as she picked up her bag from her bed and put her phone, credit card, ID, and ticket inside. "I thought by now you would have taught Princess that you're the only one who's allowed to keep her tied up," she added in teasingly, as she smirked in Michaela's direction. While Jazmyn thought that Mickey's crush on Charlotte was cute, yet long overdue and obvious, she and Charlotte had more of a tendency to clash. They were still very good friends, and had always existed as a trio, with Mickey included, but Jazmyn was always the one to call Charlotte out on how she wasn't quite as humble and simple as she liked to claim, hence the "Princess" moniker. Sometimes, Jazz insisted that she was no better than the sister that Charlotte loved to complain about."But speaking of that, then, I guess in your case, the Alphas aren't lying when they say that their reality is something that us Zetas can only dream about, because you've been dreaming about that for how long, and still haven't been able to work that magic of yours on your baby?" Jazmyn was ready to leave by then, and she grabbed her now-empty glass with the intent of leaving it in the kitchen on their way out.

Mickey good-naturedly rolled her eyes at Jaz's reminder of Charlotte's current affiliations, partly out of playfulness but equally out of mild annoyance. Michaela wasn't the one who typically allowed much to bother her. Most things didn't even phase her, not unless it was the juiciest gossip or some hot action. She just wasn't programmed to care that much. And yet, the Alphas - or better yet, the Alpha president - rubbed her the wrong way. In fact, Mickey could actually say for once in her life that she had someone she genuinely did not like. A part of it was her own jealousy that she really hated acknowledging. The side of her that had been so adamant about denying her probably obvious feelings for Charlotte, the side of her that demanded the Arnault's attention - in any way that she could have it - and absolutely hated the fact that Charlotte was being requested more and more to stay away from them. The other part of it was simply not liking being told what to do, particularly by an authority she didn't have to listen to. Like, whoever died and told Audrey she ran everyone, but particularly Michaela, obviously lied on their death bed because the bitch could try all she wanted to. But Mickey rarely listened to anyone. And she damn sure wasn't going to start for some random chick who was only two years older than herself.

"Don't be crass, buttercup," she exclaimed, grinning salaciously at Jazmyn joking about her tying Charlotte up. Which really was a nice thought - nope. Mickey wasn't even going to think about it, even if - NOPE. See, for all of her impulsiveness, Michaela had some semblance of self-control. Wavering, sure, but it was there. She scooped her keys up as she continued. "Gotta work her up to the harder kinks. Don't wanna put too much pressure on her too soon." It was a running joke among them; Mickey's...foray into the, for lack of better words, kinkier side of sex. It wasn't a dramatization; Mickey had done some things. It probably wasn't as in depth as her suggestive phrasing and audacious personality alluded to, but there was some experience. She chose, though, to ignore Jaz's comment about the length of time it had taken for her to get anywhere with Charlotte. And by anywhere, even Mickey could acknowledge, they both knew it meant nowhere. And the only response to that for Michaela was that Charlotte wasn't like any of the other people she had ever wanted.

If Mickey wanted a person or a thing, she went for it. It was one of the positive things professors and really any authority figure could all agree upon. She aspired to be something or do something, it was done. And particularly with her conquests, there had rarely been one she had not bagged. Michaela didn't see herself as some exotic beauty, but she knew she had a pretty cute face and a very nice ass to hold on to. She knew she was a looker in that light, despite her display of arrogance offsetting the actual humility she possessed in terms of her physical appearance. If she really wanted just sex with a person, she could go for it. That was never the issue. For one, she and Charlotte were best friends. There were a lot of things Mickey fucked around with or acted flippant about, including her former relationship with Yuda, but her friendships - particularly with her two main ones - were off-limits to her reckless behavior. She had her principles and considering it's been practically seven years, almost a decade, she wasn't trying to have sex and ruin things. Particularly because she didn't want that responsibility on her shoulders. It probably said something that she could make out with Jaz - albeit drunkenly - and they still be cool, but that was where the other problem lay. It wasn't just sex with Charlotte.

As much as Mickey reveled in being a sensual person who sought out her own gratification, as much as people had to say something about her promiscuity, Mickey didn't want just sex with Charlotte. And she may be in denial about it to everyone else, but there was one person she knew for a fact she couldn't lie to: herself. And possibly Jaz, but that was besides the point. One night wasn't going to be enough; she was selfish like that. She always touched Charlotte, but she wanted to really touch Charlotte. Hold her in hand in public (and to think, the might Mickey Vaughn being an actual sap, can you believe it!), pull her into her lap, and kiss her (because um, hello, how are you just gonna have gorgeous ass lips but no one can touch? That's entirely unfair) whenever she wanted - needless to say, she would want to ask for more than she was allowed as a best friend and that's what they needed to be. Best friends - only best friends. Besides, Charlotte was great and humored her from time to time, but everyone knew that she didn't feel even remotely the same. Mickey made everyone uncomfortable at some point, of course Charlotte reacted to her. Luckily, instead of having to deal with actually confronting Jazmyn's point, Mickey saw a response from Charlotte that made her frown slightly and take a long pull of the joint. "Welp, apparently, princess Ariel's turned into Ursula for the night cuz now Char's just gonna have to meet us there," Mickey declared before meeting Jaz's eyes. "Let's go. I need an actual drink - have I told you how much I hate that bitch? Cuz I do, hate her, I mean. Like, I'm pretty sure she's hiding some latent gay feels for her Alphas, which is why she's so possessive, but geesh."

Jazmyn and Michaela's senses of humor were very similar, with both having a tendency to be daring, or even crass, as Michaela put it. Even though Jaz liked to play unbothered most of the time, like nothing had enough shock factor to really take her by surprise, it would be a lie to say that sometimes, her conversations with Mickey even had her laughing at how out there they could be. That was the case now, as the smirk on her face was impossible to wipe off, and she could only shake her head. "All I can say is that I got more than I bargained for when I became friends with you, Mickey," she laughed, a reaction that was in response to nearly everything that had just come out of the girl's mouth. She was ready to leave too, but took Michaela's perfume off of the girl's dresser and sprayed them both with it before heading out of the bedroom. "This doesn't seem like the kind of party where weed should be our signature scent," she teased.

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Eliana was already at the Guys in Ties & Girls in Pearls event, having left early enough to arrive right on time with two other senior members of the Zeta Nu Delta sorority. The Zetas had been pregaming for most of the afternoon. Since tonight's party was on a Sunday, it seemed only fitting that they start the party early, to allow for the night to be worthwhile, since they couldn't keep it going until four or five in the morning, like the Zetas were known to do. Eliana and some of the girls had started off the day by spending a few hours at the beach, getting some color and relaxing, before heading to a local favorite casual spot for lunch and some drinks. They kept their buzz alive once they got home and started showering and preparing for the night's festivities, and after the pregame, which entailed copious amounts of pizza, alcohol and other "harmless" drugs, most of the girls were ready for the black tie event they would be attending. People could say what they wanted about the Zetas, but there was no denying that they cleaned up nicely, and as the leader of the pack, Eliana put in special effort to make sure that she proved that the Zetas could look formal and classy, if they felt like it. Unlike the Alphas, and even some of the girls in the other houses, Eliana didn't have parents who handed her a credit card with an unlimited spending limit attached to it. Her mother and grandmother sent her as much money as they could to help her get by, and she worked babysitting jobs a couple of times a week to rake in what she considered to be easy money. Most of that went to food, alcohol, and gas for her car, though, so spending a little bit over two hundred dollars total on her outfit did put a dent in her savings. It was worth it, especially given that she had scored amazing deals at the department store she had purchased her attire at, but still, knowing that she had actually invested in this night meant that Eli was set on having fun.

Once she and a couple of the Zetas got to the party, they found themselves hitting up the bar before anything else. Events like these weren't necessarily out of their league, but having to deal with the Alphas and Betas, who would surely act like this was their turf more than anyone else's, just because it was more their scene and tastes, meant that the Zetas needed to keep their buzz in tact. It was never a struggle for the girls to have a good time when they were together, but still, who could turn down a glass of liquid mood enhancer... just in case? With her back resting against an empty area of the bar, Eliana sent out a mass text message to all of the Zeta members who lived in the house, reading, "If I catch any of you with car keys in your hand if you've even had a sip of alcohol tonight, we're going to have problems! None of my babies are going to land themselves in the hospital or jail on my watch." She put her phone into her clutch just in time to laugh about a comment that Yovanna had made, about how it was easy to pick out which Greek houses the older alumni who were here belonged to, just judging by their mannerisms. Her smile only widened when she saw texts from Archie and Amaris on her phone. Archie deserved a slap to the back of the head for his text, Eliana thought light-heartedly, as she responded to say, "Somehow I think I'll manage ;) Forgot my kiddie gloves at home, so you don't have to worry about any advances from me interfering with the ones from all of your little girlfriends". Her smile towards Amaris' text was more genuine, as she responded playfully to say, "Tell him he looks HANDSOME <3! Shocked that he can clean up so nicely, though, and I guess that means I'm gonna have to keep an eye on all of these players who're going to go after him tonight. And btw... the two of you need to get off of social media and get your asses down here! I don't want to see Instagram versions of this beauty... I want the real thing!"

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Cas' hazel eyes watched as smoke tendrils slowly made their way up to his ceiling, fading out before they ever reached the top. He had his evening sorted already, dressed in joggers and a baggy top, he had decided to try out some of this new strain of weed Cas had been sold. With Elliott Smith playing softly and melodically in the background, Cas' only sounds were to occasionally interject a harmony with the artists soft voice.

Cas had forgotten all about what tonight was, which wasn't like him, and so when Cyrus walked in, wondering what he was still doing there, Cas looked up at the fellow Sigma with a dazed expression before he glances at his watch and his eyes widen. "Ah, fuck." He exhales, jumping up off of his comfy spot on his bed. Quickly, and with little consideration to the fact that Cyrus was still stood in his doorway, Cas threw on the clothes he had planned for tonight without a second thought.

Plucking his phone up off of the side, Cas notices a few texts, so before he heads toward the door and Cyrus, he quickly sends a few responses back.

To: Mickey
How does some Hay-Z sound? Just got it today.

To: Ayala
Want the usual? I can get it to you tonight.


Then turning his attention back to Cyrus, Cas sends him a small smile, "I completely spaced dude," His smile is intended to show Cas' gratitude for Cyrus reminding him - he had some rather important business tonight. "You got a ride ready or do you want me to get an uber?" However as Cas said that, a gaggle of Sigma brothers waltzed into his room, clearly having hit the pre drinks a little too hard.

With a roll of his eyes, Cas picks up his phone again, realising no one else was fit to order an uber for the group, and quickly sets up a ride for them. One Sigma brother - a new pledge, Cas realises - looks ready to pass out and with a panicked look on his face, Cas runs to the bin by his desk, grabs it and hands it to the guy, just in time for him to throw up what looked like most of breakfast, lunch and dinner, into it.

"I know we're the party house and all but," Cas pauses to look at the guy who was almost white from vomiting so much, "slow the fuck down next time, yeah?" Sure Sigma's liked to party, but they weren't complete morons. Besides, if you wipe out at pre drinks, you'll miss the fun of the actual party.

Before long, a notification pops up on Cas' phone to signify the uber is outside, and he glances at the pledge, still cradling the bucket, "As a penalty, you're staying here tonight mate." The small freshman groans, but Cas is unsure whether that's because he's upset he can't come, or because he thinks he's going to throw up again. Looking around the group of guys, Cas points to another freshman, "You," Pausing, he gives the guy a more sympathetic look, "Stay here and make sure he doesn't die - I don't wanna have to deal with that."

With his attention directed back at the brothers that were going to the party, a mischievous grin slowly crawls onto Cas' face, "Lets go guys." And with that, the large group is walking out of the house, finishing the last of their pre drinks. Cas pats down his pockets to make sure he has the supplies he needs with him (and by 'supplies' he means less than legal items) before they all bundle into the uber.

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Eliza squeezed into the back of the car with Yuda and Daisy while Amaris took the shotgun seat. Eliza hadn't intended to match her sister's colour scheme, but the coincidence was a happy one if Amaris's reaction was anything to go by

"Hello, my darlings, I'm glad we're establishing the goddess titles that we all have. It's nice to be on the same wavelength and all that," she turned back to Nick. Alright, babe. Let's get this show on the road. Ms. Ndoye is already there and there's a cosmopolitan calling my name."

Looking around the car, Eliza could quite easily say that there wasn't a single one of her sisters that wasn't gorgeous in her own way. It was a boost to her confidence to have them around her. She'd seen how the Alphas worked, and Eliza wasn't sure she could keep up with that level of cattiness and expectation, but they always looked impossibly perfect. Eliza didn't want to be impossible perfect. She liked being her, flaws and all. And according to Amaris, that made her a goddess.

Eliza felt her phone buzz in her lap and fished her phone out of her bag. She switched the screen on and saw a notification from Danny.

From:Danny
I'll see when you get here then!

To:Danny
We're on our way. ETA ten minutes or so. Don't hold me to that.


When they arrived, Daisy took off, heading straight to the bar. Eliza watched her friend go, smiling as she did. That was so Daisy. In Eliza's mind, besides Amaris, Daisy was the most extroverted one of the group. She was the life and soul of the party. And also the one most likely to get drunk. Each to their own though, Eliza figured. She wasn't one for getting drunk. She'd tried it a few times and didn't really like it. Buzzed, sure, buzzed was good, but she would never be able to keep up with Daisy at the bar.

Eliza's smile dropped when she noticed Danny at the bar, right where Daisy had made a beeline to. She looked away for a moment, her confidence faltering for a moment. She was probably reading way too much into it. Daisy had a lot of friends, Danny was probably just another one. They were just getting a shot together, it's not like they were making out. It's not like Danny and Eliza were even together, so it didn't even matter if they were making out. It would be kind of crappy, but Eliza didn't have any claim to Danny beyond a few dates towards the end of last semester. Eliza rubbed the bridge of her nose. Her life was so much easier when boys hadn't been involved in it. Maybe her dad had been onto something with his no dating policy. It was a headache she could do without.

Yeah, but it's Danny. We like Danny

Eliza smoothed her hair down. Right now, Danny, and where she stood with him, were an issue for another time. Still, at least she wouldn't have to text him to let him know they were there. He could probably figure that out by Daisy being at the bar. She reached for her phone, deciding to check in on Michaela.

To: Mickey
Heey, are you at the party yet? Or do I need to wait a few?







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Blake parked his car as his phone buzzed twice. He reached for it and checked the messages, Amaris's first. He smiled to himself at the nickname as he typed his reply.

To:Amaris
Cute. Very cute. I'll make sure there's a drink waiting for you because I'm nice like that.


Blake opened Cyrus's response and his face dropped as he slid down in his seat. Well, that explained why Alexander Sr hadn't been at home. Who in the hell had invited his fa-- Andre. Son of a bitch. Blake climbed out of his car and slammed the door shut. He pocketed his phone and car keys as he headed to the venue and headed straight for the bar, where the blissful sight of Cyrus and a shot awaited him.

"Alexander!"

Blake's foot stopped mid-stride as the familiar and unwelcome sound of his father's voice met his ears. Blake smiled thinly and turned to face his father. For a man approaching his mid-fifties, Alexander Sr didn't look so bad. For an absolute bastard of a father, Alexander Sr had the most punchable face Blake had ever set eyes on. "I go by Blake," he answered, shaking his father's hand in a vice like grip. "I assume Andre invited you? Since he's actually a Beta man."

"Yes, yes he did. You know I was al--"

"Always surprised that I wasn't a third generation legacy. That's wonderful," Blake interrupted, already knowing his father's spiel. "I have friends to meet, networking and what have you. I'm sure you busy being wooed by better people than I." Blake dropped his father's hand and disappeared into the crowd before Alexander Sr could protest. Blake weaved through the crowd to Cyrus.

"You, my friend, are a sight for sore eyes," he said as he picked up the shot glass. He signaled to the bartender. "A Manhattan and a Cosmopolitan, and whatever my friend here wants," he said, tipping his head towards Cyrus. The bartender hesitated a moment. Blake shook his head and pulled his ID out. One of the advantages of having a birthday early in the semester was that by the time these things rolled around, he had already turned twenty one. He knocked the tequila shot back. "I'm blaming Andre for this. Just so you know."

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Character Portrait: Amaris Hamilton Character Portrait: Michaela Vaughn Character Portrait: Jazmyn Clarke Character Portrait: Eliana Bain Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Cyrus James Character Portrait: Eliza Li Character Portrait: Blake Tyler Character Portrait: Cas Bajwa
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To: Blake
Such a gentleman. How ever am I going to repay you?

Amaris was just a bit slower than Eliza and Daisy in getting to the bar inside the venue, but it was definitely her destination once she finished schmoozing, as they all joked that the Alphas and Betas were wont to do at any chance that they got. Just the thought made her smirk, but there was no denying that that was exactly what Amaris was doing. The second they had all exited her Bentley and Nick had gone to park elsewhere (he had decided to drop them all at the entrance so that the girls didn't have to do too much walking in their heels) since the place was packed, Amaris had been swept away by a couple of alumni, the majority of whom were alum Thetas and Kappas, and two who were Alphas. As much as the cosmopolitan she knew Blake had gotten her was calling her name, there was no way in hell she wasn't about to charm her way into more money for the Thetas and at least several internship possibilities for her Theta and Kappa babies. Particularly since Ms. Ndoye, a former Theta Chi president, was living in Atlanta and had a host of charitable events that the girls could collaborate in.

"House of Ruth was such a...humbling and inspiring environment when I visited," she remarked upon their entrance into the rather spacious and luxurious modern home turned venue for the evening. "I am more than certain our girls would feel honored to come and volunteer, at least with providing an Easter meal for them in the spring semester. While it might be a bit last minute now for them to have to change plans for the upcoming Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, particularly with the resurgence of mid-term and final cram sessions, I'm pretty sure if we sit them down before at least Christmas and incite a conversation on how they want to go about things during the spring, we will more than likely be able to participate." During a visit to Atlanta for a talk with Ntozake Shange and a host of other black feminists who sat on a panel at one of the schools in Atlanta, Amaris had happened upon a representative for House of Ruth who was incredibly close with one of the professors. After a conversation or two, and discovering their shared Fulton University affiliation, she had kept contact with the woman since last semester and they had promised to have more conversation on the Thetas participating.

"I look forward to the collaboration, my dear," Ms. Ndoye stated warmly and Amaris smiled at the hum of agreement in the air. "And might I just say, if I hadn't before, that this is a new look for you, Miss Hamilton. You look really nice." Amaris could feel the telltale flush alight her cheeks and her smile grew as she ducked her head shyly before swiping back a stray curl. "Thank you, ma'am." She glanced about them to see that they were only a room away from where she knew the bar was going to be and when she turned back to the group, a few more had been added. And Amaris knew then that that was when she needed to leave. Not because she couldn't handle anymore people, but their conversation wouldn't steer back into the direction that it had been in and it would take her the rest of the night to do so. "With all due respect, ma'am, I think you all did a wonderful job on the venue and you should enjoy your evening accordingly. I'll try to find you before the night is out or give you a call first thing tomorrow?" A response of affirmation was given and Amaris smiled cordially, shaking a few newer hands, and then parting ways with the crowd.

It didn't take long for Amaris to find the bar, especially considering the people lined up alongside it. Running a hand through her soft, dense curls, Amaris ran her eyes over the room, not particularly looking for anyone, just scoping out the room. It seemed that the louder and slightly more rambunctious music was being played outside as the atmosphere seemed jovial yet calmer inside. It made sense; considering how many people could be found inside closer to this bar and the various seating areas, this atmosphere required the networking and conversing crowds as opposed to outside where current students would probably benefit more from letting loose in lieu of upcoming exams, both for Fulton and for the various graduate studies institutions they would more than likely have to prepare themselves for. It was a bit of a reach as far as reaches went, but the thought of examinations and graduate school brought Eliana to Amaris' mind and she took the time out to text her girl before walking in the direction of the bar, smiling at a few familiar faces as she went.

To: Eli
I'm here. Nick's parking, but I'm getting a drink with Blake.

It didn't take Amaris long to find the aforementioned Sigma and while she wasn't necessarily close with the Sigma he was currently with, it wouldn't be Amaris if she couldn't identify one of the few Sigmas with stark white hair. Painted lips curving into a smirk, she approached from behind Blake, wrapping her arms around his waist and (with the assistance of her heels) resting her chin on his shoulder. "Good evening, gentleman," she greeted, eyes initially on Cyrus out of respect before said eyes lit up as she turned them to meet Blake's gaze on a grin. "Hello, handsome. I do believe I was promised a drink earlier."

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It wouldn't be Mickey if she didn't immediately find where the livest music was at any place a party was hosted at and considering she wasn't in the mood for rich snobs and networking on a Sunday night (that honestly could have been spent with the homemade cheesecake she was letting firm up in the fridge and the rest of her marijuana), she had immediately found herself dragging Jazmyn to the pool area. Not only was she more entranced by the outside air and general easy-going atmosphere, the music was a touch better, there was still a bar outside and there was a pool. Being near a pool where there were lounges and such meant fun. Being inside with a bunch of old wealthy people trying to both relive their glory days and act all high-and-mighty now that they were gray (which totally had her thinking that some of these guys were sipping from the fountain of youth because there was no way in hell you could convince Mickey that these men had been in the class of 1975) just wasn't the business and once she and Jaz had gotten at least two shots of tequila in, it was lit. At least, for Mickey, once she had wandered off and found herself talking (yelling) with the DJ over the music. Come to find out, they had even DJed for the same place once or twice before, and that he had been to one of the parties she had DJed at back in Los Angeles. She also made sure to text Eliana.

To: Mama Li
Good news, I'm here. By the pool. W/ the DJ. Bad news, tequila is bomb and my car keys are kinda in my wallet in my pocket. Don't worry, honeybear. You know I don't drink much.

It probably wasn't going to convince her Big to just let her drive home after the night was over, though it was debatable whether or not Mickey was going to feel like listening once the time came. This wasn't one of the times where Mickey just didn't bother with listening or adhering to authority. Unlike a few people in this world, Michaela actually respected Eliana more than most. It probably helped that this was her Big and so their connection had to be something for the two of them to work as well as they did, but still. Eli earned Mickey's respect and for that, Michaela listened from time to time. The music changed to a dubstep R&B mix and Mickey nodded in enjoyment, giving a thumbs up to the DJ. "Dude, that's sick," she commented loudly and he grinned, earning one in response from her. Michaela looked over the crowd outside before turning back to the guy, moving one of his headphones out of the way so that he could definitely hear her. "Headed to the bar. You want anything?" Once she got his order and gave a confirmation of its reception with two thumbs up, Mickey was sidling by the group of dancers and headed to the outside bar when it occured to her that she hadn't heard much from Charlotte yet, which just didn't do. There was rarely a party she had attended since meeting the Arnault that she didn't get to have the brunette by her side, so while one of the bartenders was focused on another guest, Mickey whipped her phone back out to text Charlotte and respond to Eliza, belated realizing that Cyrus and Cas had text her.

To: Lottie
I'm hurt babe. No response, no nothing. Starting to feel unloved.

To: Lizzie
hey babe!! I'm poolside

To: Cas
U already kno I'm down. Lemme know when u get here

To: Cyrus
Aint nothin but a word babe. Where u at?

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Cyrus' attention is momentarily taken off his Asian casanova when Blake finally makes his appearance, obviously fresh from an encounter with his father. "You, my friend, are a sight for sore eyes," Blake calls to Cyrus, grabbing the shot glass and ordering two drinks for himself, and whatever Cyrus wants. He signals to the bartender for Long Island ice tea, something he can sip on without increasing his drunkenness too quickly. Maddox, ever so charming, tells the bartender that their drinks are on him, sending a smile toward the two Sigmas, the smile that made Cyrus want more than just sex. Cyrus takes the tequila shot, tipping it towards Maddox in thanks for free drinks, and knocks it back with his big. Blake immediately blames Andre for the current situation, and Cyrus shakes his head.

"I refuse to let my night be influenced by a fuckin' Beta," Cyrus growls, thankfully out of earshot of Maddox as he walks off with some girl, flashing a look at Cyrus that says he'll see him later. Cyrus does need some time away from Maddox, just until they have their own fun for the night.

Just as he takes another sip from his drink, one of the Thetas walks up to Blake and hugs him from behind. They momentarily catch eyes, and Cyrus realizes it's Amaris Hamilton. They're not exactly friends, but her relationship with Blake is so strong that Cyrus can't help but at least be civil with her. The two chat on and Cyrus is left to the company of his drink.

[To: Mickey. Did I ever tell you you're my favorite Zeta? Don't tell Jazz. About to go smoke, want to join?]

[To: Cas. I need my favorite smoking partner.]

Cyrus looks over at Blake, a mischievous grin forming on his face. "I've got some green, join me later." Cyrus whispers in the older Sigma's ear, taking his leave from the bar and making sure to bring his expensive- and half finished -drink. He makes sure to order something Cas would like as well, seeing as the other Sigma is his usual smoking partner. He weaves through the crowd with ease, knowing where the most prominent areas of Beta and Beta alumni would be, and even skirting around anyone who knows he's underage and would get him in trouble for it. Unfortunately, Reid James always has tabs on his son, and grabs Cyrus by the arm to get his attention. Cyrus places the drinks on the table beside him, folding his arms across his chest. "You're playing a dangerous game here, son. Do you know how many cops are in here?" His father growls. It's not the fact that he's drinking, it's the fact that he could be arrested, and that just wouldn't do for their reputation. Cyrus rolls his eyes, flipping out his fake I.D. from his suit pocket. "I'm 21. Now fuck. Off."

His father is shocked by his foul mouth, giving Cyrus enough time to scamper off to a lesser populated area of the venue. Outside doesn't seem too crowded, especially in one of the deserted lounges. He makes sure to keep the door open, at least for now when he was still missing Mickey and Cas.

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A few minutes passed, and maybe it was because Charlotte had emptied her glass by that point, but she was finding to Weston to be more enjoyable than she expected from him. She had not been envisioning him as someone who would be bland to begin with, but he was a Beta, and Charlotte did all that she could to keep her relationships with the Betas on a surface level. It wasn't fair to judge them as a whole, since she herself would never want to be judged for simply being an Alpha, but it was what it was, and in this case, getting to know Wes was proving to be a pleasant surprise. Interestingly, Wes was feeling the same way about Charlotte, though his glass was still only a few sips in, so he couldn't blame him feeling more relaxed on the alcohol. While he had gotten to know Juliette pretty well over the past year, he hadn't had the pleasure of doing the same with Charlotte. He had heard briefly, and mostly through Juliette, that she wasn't as enthused with being an Alpha as most of the girls, but he barely thought anything of it. Speaking to her now, though, he could tell that she certainly was different than her sister and most of the other Alpha girls. It wasn't a bad different, but it was noticeable. If anything, though, he preferred discovering this about her, than if he had been forced into a situation with a girl who was high strung and demanding. Charlotte seemed like she had a sense of humor in her, and a real personality that she didn't use as a facade just to fit in, like he himself had been guilty of doing over the past year.

With his mind on that, and how uncertain he felt about his current predicament, he couldn't help but to also think about Nick. Though he and Charlotte were in a fairly secluded area, his eyes had drifted away from the girl on more than one occasion when someone passed by, with his hopes jumping at the thought that maybe it was Nick. It never was, but it was that bout of hope burning in his chest that was part of the reason for why he stood up after talking with Charlotte for a few minutes. He knew that while she seemed to be genuinely entertained by their conversation that had unfolded, she probably wasn't dying to continue to socialize with him, after all that had just been thrown on them, anyway. "I'm going to go grab something else at the bar. Whatever this is sucks," he said, lifting the glass that was supposed to contain some whiskey concoction in it, but tasted far too bitter for Wes to enjoy, before continuing with, "And I'll get a refill for you too. Daiquiri, yeah?"

"Yeah, thanks," Charlotte nodded, standing up herself, though. "I'm actually going to go find a few friends outside. If you stumble across Hudson or Audrey, the alibi is that you were stopping to get us drinks before meeting me outside, but you got caught up talking to some Beta legacy, or something," she winked, then giving a wave of her hand to signal her departure. Wes nodded, and as the two moved out of the lounge, they both immediately turned to their phones. Weston couldn't even remember what Nick had said, in addition to the photo, since he had immediately deleted the texts when Hudson knocked on his door, but he sent Nick a text regardless, saying, "I won't deny that you Kappas can clean up nicely. Wya?" Given that Hudson was here, Wes was unsure if he actually intended on meeting up or even socializing with Nick here, but he was curious as to the Kappa's whereabouts regardless. Charlotte, on the other hand, was feeling less nervous when she read her texts, and more relieved, though she opted on letting Michaela play the waiting game a little bit longer, by not responding. No one had told her that Jazz and Mickey were outside, but she just had a feeling that that was where the two of them would end up, so that was where she headed. Luckily, her intuition was correct, and she found Michaela standing at the outdoor bar. Walking up behind, Charlotte gave a playful squeeze to the girl's side to signal her presence. "Let me just start off by saying that I am oh so flattered by how obsessed you are with me, Miss Vaughn," she said teasingly. "I don't blame you for needing better company than Jazzy, but gosh, I didn't know I had neglected you this badly." When the bartender came over to them, Charlotte set her credit card and fake ID down on the counter. "You can open up a tab for us," she said to the man, before turning back to Michaela with a devilish grin. "Pick out something good for me to start my night off with. I'm only one Daiquiri in and I'm going to need a lot more than that once I share some wonderful news with you."

Weston did want a drink that he would actually consume, and he figured that it would look good if he at least ordered a drink for Charlotte too, in case he stumbled upon Hudson and Audrey and had to activate their story, so he headed away from the lounge and towards the bar. He didn't get too far though, before someone turned a corner and ended up banging right into him. The contents of Weston's drink went flying, but luckily only on to the floor, and not onto either of them, and Weston was relieved when he saw that it was Hayden who was scrambling up from the floor and not some sorority girl ready to stab him with her heel. "Shit, man. My fault, my fault," he said, shaking off Hayden's apology as he offered him a hand to help him get up. "I'm a little bit out of it tonight, as you can tell," he laughed, though he nodded to the puddle of alcohol on the floor and added, "But in my defense, that was supposed to be my first drink, so I'm not even wasted. How's your night going, though? All your boys here?" He and Hayden were friendly, so he would have engaged in small talk with him at some point during the night anyway, but there was no denying that Wes was eager to talk to him now, to hear if anything exciting was going on with the Kappas... particularly Nick.

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As much as he understood how important it was for her specifically to network, epecially with her being a president of a Greek organization and all, Nick honestly felt like he should have met Amaris wait for him. At least, made her enter the place with him. That way, she could take up all the attention - she was radiant tonight, more-so than she normally was - and Nick could slither away to get them drinks while she worked crowds and various one-on-one conversations. Because right about now? He was convinced that he either looked a mess and Amaris had just been trying to be nice earlier, or someone else important had walked in beside him. Not that everyone got stares of some kind when they walked in and either ignored it or reveled in it. Because that didn't exist to him, which was why he ended up having a conversation with Amaris. It didn't exactly end on a note that he would have liked, sure, but it did prompt him to text a few of his Kappa brothers to see if everyone had made it and if they were about. After all, some people didn't feel like fulfilling her best friend responsibilities.

To: Hayden, Danny, Ben
Where is everyone? I'm headed out to the pool.

Nick followed one of the side doors he remembered from originally visiting the venue some time in the event's earlier conception days and was surprised immediately by the sight of an old friend, Jessie. Jessie had graduated last year and had gone off to do Teach For America for a year since participation could help offset the financial strain of graduate school. The two had grown comfortable with one another in the time they had both been Kappas. It probably helped that it was Jessie who had even introduced Nick to the rest of the Kappas and the idea of Greek life. The fact that they had slept together prior to that discussion was a topic Nick didn't like dwelling on too much. He had just been thankful that they had kept it between the two of them. And especially that Jessie hadn't become his Big. Nick wasn't sure how he would have handled that situation. "Jess! I didn't even know you were coming back," he exclaimed once they both pulled away from their hug. The older man grinned widely, chuckling to himself. "Figured I'd surprise you guys and all. Chicago's kinda cold this time of year and I missed my Florida people. How've you been?" Nick couldn't help but grin in response. "Good, great even. I was just about to go look for Ben or one of the sophomores." It seemed possible that Jessie's grin widened even further. "Let me go get us drinks and we can look for them together. We can catch up in the meantime." Nick nodded only too quickly, reaching into his pocket once more to pull out his phone once he heard the ringtone for another text message. "I'll wait here." Once he saw the other man off, Nick glanced down at his phone, not even able to stop himself from practically beaming upon seeing a response from Weston. He couldn't even tell if it was relief that things weren't...awkward or elation that he was being acknowledged that had him smiling so hard, but either way he couldn't help but feel some inkling of satisfaction that Wes even text him. The fact that there was a compliment and a seeming desire to see him was just a completely different story and a host of butterflies in his stomach. It was only a second later that the smile dropped and Nick searched around himself, for Hudson in particular or just a Beta who had known the situation, he couldn't say, before going back to the message to type out a response.

To: Wes
Pretty sure you're looking dashing somewhere. I'm outside, near the pool. Ran into a Kappa alum. Where are you?


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Was it common knowledge that Mickey was the queen of denial? Because she was - even if she didn't want to admit it. After all, who else could deny so adamantly the fluttering in their belly the second a familiar voice and hands reached them? Only Michaela and she would deny the feeling to the ends of the earth if she had enough weed in her. No alcohol, alcohol made her say stupid and honest things. It wouldn't, however, bereave her of the elation that bubbled forth and formed a grin on her face at the sight of Charlotte Arnault coming up behind her. After all, they were friends - this was her best friend. And after basically being told that they couldn't hang out (even though Mickey made a point of continuing to do so just because what the fuck is authority?), she missed the brunette. Fiercely. A lot more than she wanted to admit. Then again, she could admit that before she would ever admit the way it felt like Charlotte's touch lingered on her side even when the girl had pulled away and was focused on both getting a drink and teasing Mickey.

"Ooooohhh, holding back spicy deets now, baby girl? Should've told me sooner, I would've packed some jammies, made it a sleepover," Michaela replied offhandedly and rolling her eyes in jest with the bartender upon Charlotte slapping down an ID and what looked to be her platinum credit card, but Mickey wasn't really focusing on the smaller details. Not when Charlotte was literally right there and so close. Her hands, as always, itched to touch, but Mickey's first instinct, even when she told herself that she should stop doing that because real friends did not flirt with their close friends, was to flirt. And so she turned to Charlotte a second later with a more salacious smirk and responded indifferently, casually, "I mean, we could still do that, if you want. I sleep better naked, anyway. Might even be a little more fun that way, don't you think?." She couldn't even stop herself from winking at the brunette before returning her attention to the bartender. "You guys do Zombies right? Well, I want two for me and my girl here. And send a rum and coke to the DJ."

In all honesty, Michaela knew that she should text Jazmyn, tell the girl to come find them so that Mickey could find some semblance of control and reign herself in. Because she was capable of it, contrary to popular belief. Except...she didn't do that. Didn't move to do that nor move to see why her phone vibrated - it was probably a response from Cyrus, all things considered - at all, not when Charlotte Arnault had the puzzling capability of widening Mickey's entire scope just so that she could encompass it all on her own. It was honestly selfish, really, especially when she looked this good. All dolled up and untouchable, at least for Michaela. Mickey bit her lip on a hum, forcing herself to keep her eyes trained solely on Charlotte's (and nope, they didn't dip down to the girl's lips at all, thank you very much). Which meant she had to keep talking, if only to get a response out of Charlotte, since the other girl could get a response out of Mickey with little to no words (so unfair, by the way). "But, since we're being all honest and sharing news, Miss Arnault, I must admit that you were correct about one thing," Mickey stated and ignored the voice in her head that said her voice should not be that low or silky. She wasn't trying to take Charlotte to bed, right? Of its own volition, her left hand switched her phone to her right so that it could reach Charlotte, thumb grazing where the girl's pearl earring was connected to her earlobe, reveling in the feel of the encrusted diamonds against the pad of her thumb along with the soft skin she shouldn't be touching pressed against it, while continuing, "I was feeling quite neglected. Horrifyingly, so. Lonely, even. In fact, the only way I can think of you possibly making it up to me is not leaving my side for the rest of the night. You know, just in case I get a little too needy and need my fix. Addiction is a hard thing to crack, after all."

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"Lonely? How could I be so cruel?" Charlotte responded, at first, feigning some sort of shock and sadness at the accusation towards herself as she place do a hand over her heart. Most of the time, this side of Michaela had her rolling her eyes and cracking up, but sometimes, Charlotte liked to play along. Admittedly, sometimes it was hard not to play along, and the way that Michaela looked tonight, coupled with how Charlotte felt a desperate need to break the rules and be rebellious just because Audrey's proposition left her feeling chained up, put Charlotte in a dangerous mood. Dangerous, only in the sense that it wasn't like her to get flirty with friends. She wasn't as boldly sexual as Mickey was, that was for sure, but Charlotte wasn't a prude either. She was already considering texting Cyrus after a few more drinks, to see if he was up for a little "stress relief" later on, but Michaela had chosen the perfect time to come on to Charlotte, because right now, she needed to do something that she normally would have thought to be wrong. She always laughed off Mickey's salaciousness as her friend just trying to push her buttons and get a response out of her, but tonight, she was going to push back a little. See where it took them, without considering the consequences. Or, at least not considering those consequences in any true form of seriousness.

Feeling so weighed down by the absurdity of what had happened in the past half hour or so, she had to at least shed light on the news she had referenced. She added humor to it, by incorporating a smile into her words, but at the same time, she wasn't dumb enough to tell Michaela the entire story. If she really wanted to say "fuck it" to Audrey's demands, she would have done so in the limo, but it was too soon to be going against her word. She would adhere to the story she was supposed to stick to, all while incorporating a playful tone and smirk that she knew would have her friends second guessing just how legit she was being. "I think staying by your side is the least that I could tonight, given just how inattentive I've been, but don't you think our significant others will get jealous? We both know that Jazz is already threatened by how intoxicated you get by 'Princess'' mere presence," she reminded her, speaking in third person as she used the nickname that Jazmyn had given her (much to her dismay). She stepped just a little bit closer to Michaela as she continued, with her voice softer now, though her eyes were glimmering with thrill. "And my new boyfriend might not be happy if he catches me having naked sleepovers with a Zeta. I would say he could join us, but Weston is definitely too vanilla for a threesome."

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"Mmmmm...shame," Michaela lamented lowly without real feeling, a bit distracted by the proximity Charlotte placed between them, which really wasn't much in comparison to what they had before. Which, again, was unfair of her, a recurring theme, if anyone asked Mickey. "More for me, I guess. I tend to get a touch selfish anyway, from time to time. Come to think about it, this works out for everyone, as far as I'm concerned." Besides, it wasn't like Michaela was particularly keen on sharing Charlotte with someone else at the moment, let alone some boyfriend she had never heard of. In fact, as much as she liked to spice things up every now and then, she really wasn't of the mind to share Charlotte with anyone, if she had it her way. But her way wasn't the norm and while she liked the idea of Charlotte being reckless - and definitely being reckless with her - the occasional foray into possessive thinking wasn't one Mickey wanted to delve too deeply into. She was really good at being unaffected, preferred it that way. And while that flare of jealousy made something tighten in her chest, there was also no denying the frisson of heat that crawled down her spine the second Charlotte stepped closer to her, causing Mickey's eyes to flicker to the other girl's full lower lip before meeting her gaze again, a small smirk forming - bravado, even if she would never admit that she, for once, felt just a touch flustered, at work - on her face. Besides, it also wouldn't be her to just back down either.

While it was a running joke between the two of them (and those who had known them since their high school days) that Jaz had a tendency to become quite jealous upon Mickey and Charlotte hanging out together or playfully flirting (though the darker-skinned girl had a habit of dramatizing her "frustrations"), the one thing Mickey could say was that she knew for a fact that she was single. And last she had checked, so was Charlotte...at least, Mickey had thought she was. It was hard to continuing having the same thought process once someone, particularly someone she trusted, told her something they wouldn't normally lie about. Mickey's smooth brow furrowed just slightly in curiosity before smoothing out as she smiled easily to mask what she wanted to call overprotectiveness, not the jealousy or possessiveness. Because you can't be possessive of someone who isn't yours and you definitely can't be jealous over something you don't really want. Even though she filed the name away as one she was at least slightly familiar with.

"But please tell me more about this gentleman who's going to be taking even more of your attention away from me," Mickey pressed, still with that flirtatious glimmer in her eyes and biting her lower lip thoughtfully, releasing it only a second later to continue speaking, "Gotta to know who my competition is, after all." Not that she really wanted to hear or know about Charlotte dating anyone; never had. Which was why Michaela pulled her closer under the guise of having Charlotte closer to the bar and allowing more room for others who were coming to place orders, hand sliding up the other girl's wrist to the crook of her elbow. All the while maintaining eye contact. "Unless, of course, you have...some other way in mind for me to monopolize your time. Sure he won't be missing you too much, babe?"

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Cyrus sits out by the pool bar, attracted by a recently-graduated Sigma alum, Kirk Richmond. The grad had taken a liking to Cyrus, mainly because he always had low prices on Adderall, but also because their general personalities clashed well. Kirk landed a clerk position for one of the Florida state judges, a prestigious position that would probably land him a judge position later on in life. Cyrus walks up to him, setting both the drinks down on a nearby table and greeting the alum with great happiness. "Man, first Guys in Ties as a Sigma Chi Delta alumni. How's it feel, old man?" Kirk turns, and with a big smile, embraces Cyrus. Kirk orders a drink for the two of them, and considering the state that Cyrus is already in, he sips his with little intention on finishing it.

"Man, Cy, I missed ya' buddy! That real world out there is cruel. Missin' Sigma parties everyday. How was your summer?" His words filter through Cyrus' ears, and he swears he's listening, but he catches a glance at a certain Kappa walking out onto the pool area and he's stuck for a moment. Hayden looks good tonight, fuckable tonight, but they haven't hooked up in a long time and bring that up now, with the whole Maddox situation, seems like unnecessary drama. Still, he can help but look at the boy and bite his lip, keeping eye contact for longer than needed. "Yo Cyrus, are you paying attention?" Kirk groans, snapping his fingers in Cyrus' face. Cyrus indignantly replies that yes, he was listening, and repeated Kirk's recent blurb of conversation. Now who said Cyrus couldn't multitask? When it comes to cute boys- and girls -Cyrus can be a master of anything. Cyrus returns to Kirk's original question, pondering it slightly. Summer was spent hooking up with plenty of people- including a couple visits from a certain Beta, but those usually happened down in Florida; Cyrus spent most of the summer holiday in New York. "Summer was summer. Missed the Miami heat- God, nothing beats Florida. I've come to tolerate New York, but I just feel better in Florida, you know?"

A small group of Sigma alum starts forming when Kirk notices some guys that graduated before Cyrus; some only a few years, but some long before Cyrus even thought about college. There is a commotion inside as more active Sigma brothers enter, including Jack Decker, Sigma Chi Delta president. Cyrus excuses himself from the group of alumni and heads back inside, making sure to purposefully brush by Hayden on his way inside. It must be the liquor because Cyrus usually doesn't bother with more than a hello towards the Kappa brother. He even casts a smirk towards Weston Cullen, who has made company with Hayden.

"Sorry to interrupt, I thought Miss Hamilton could use a pretty face around her." Cyrus teases his fellow brothers, unaware of whatever they had just been talking about.

Across the room, Andre finally makes his break from the James Sr when Hudson finally makes his entrance. Once Hudson is surrounded by Beta alum, after just breaking from a group of Alpha and Beta alum, Andre seamless joins the group beside Hudson. The Beta alumni are conversing lightly, and Andre starts a side conversation with Hudson. "Talking to my president was the only excuse Reid James would accept to let me leave the conversation. I swear that whole family is fucked up, but at least he had some sense to go Beta. The brother are behaving themselves, as apposed to other fraternities. So, the real question is, which Alpha alumni is going home with you tonight?"

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The way that Michaela's touch against her skin grew, still gentle, yet more noticeable now, made Charlotte's pulse intensify. It didn't send shivers down her spine, but it made something inside of her feel alive, almost like there was some sort of electricity pulsing through her body. It made her want to laugh, and ask herself, 'Am I really doing this?'. She was quite aware of what she was doing, that this was playing right into the flirting that she had watched Mickey engage in with so many other people. Charlotte liked to play along when Mickey turned it on her sometimes, but never to this extent. That was only really because Charlotte was normally in a better state of mind than she was tonight. Even when she was feeling impulsive and rebellious, she still had a brain in her head and some self-control. Tonight, after it felt like Audrey had seized every bit of power and dignity from her hands, she was tossing any bit of self-control that she had left, out the window. If finally seeing if her best friend was all that she was talked up to be sexually ruined their friendship in the end, then fuck it. At this point, Charlotte felt like she had nothing left to lose.

With the arm that Michaela wasn't touching, she reached out and allowed her fingers to trace an area of the girl's bare skin made accessible by the cut-outs in her jumpsuit. "I've been putting up with you for years now, and we both know that's not because of your lackluster personality," she teased, unable to hold Michaela's gaze as well as the girl did to her, and instead, allowing her eyes to look over Michaela's hand that was on her arm, and then back to the girl's eyes. "So boyfriend or not, you don't have to worry about any competition," she said, trying her best to sound serious, even lustful, but not being able to resist the smile that made its way to her face. "The real question is, is a self-proclaimed party animal like you willing to leave such a glamorous party so early in the night for little old me?" she asked, pulling her hand off of Michaela's side as she tilted her head in curiosity. She would have been lying if she claimed that her eyes didn't shift from the girl for a mere second, just to make sure that Audrey and Hudson still were not in the vicinity, but in her defense, the bartender placing two drinks didn't even distract her from the girl in front of her.

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Abigail stayed by the bar to see who was going to be the first person to come over towards her. Her eyes trailed over a few people as she waved and most of them stopped and talked to her before they proceeded on to do whatever it was they had their mind set on. Her phone buzzed in her purse as she took it out and saw a text from Maddox then another one from Yuda. She immediately started to type messages back towards both of them.

To: Maddy
Stop it. You're making me blush. Where are you?


As she was about to type a message towards Yuda, she was right before her eyes, screaming her name. Abigail gasped at Yuda then calmed down a little and listened to Yuda talk. "Girl, any guy would be lucky to hit on you." She said with a slight wink then went back to her previous state of mind, which was shock. Yuda's snap brought her back to reality as Abigail turned her gaze to look at her. " Yeah, yeah. I am fine." She stated as her phone buzzed again and it was Ya Ya. She didn't even bother to respond as she linked her arm with Yuda. "Come on."

Abigail basically dragged Yuda along as she was close to the door and saw Ya Ya and Naomi but then seen Ben as she stopped in her tracks. "Sorry, Yuda." This was kind of a danger zone for her as she hesitantly walked over there. A gulp came over her as her and Yuda inched closer and closer. Her eyes then trailed over the spectacle before her but the appearance of Archie made it much easier for her to move over towards the group by the door. She said as she removed her arm that was tightly gripped with hers. She mustered up the courage and waltzed over there anyway and smiled towards everyone present. "Hello, hello. So, how is everyone enjoying the event?" She asked with a soft smile to follow then waved her arms towards Yuda in a presenting manner. "Not sure if you guys met Yuda yet or not but here she is."

She then placed her hands in front of her, her gaze went from each person that was in there little group. As she waited for someone to respond, she pulled out her phone and shot more texts to people that she has bumped into quite yet.

To: Michaela :)
I promise that I am not ignoring you. But I know you are at this event somewhere, right?


To: Danny Boy :P
No text all night? Is this what we have come to, Danny? LOL.


To: Nick β™₯
Buzz around the party is that you're by the pool. I'll be over there in sec to see you.


Abigail placed her phone back inside of her purse, not expecting immediate texts back as they were probably busy with other people by now. She continued to stand there as her eyes fluttered over the scene.

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Amaris practically snorted in derision at Jack saying that she had "mediocre sex" with Blake. It wasn't that she felt particularly defensive or insulted, but a show of continued amusement. Which was a state that wasn't hard to reach once in Jack's presence. Amaris took in his face for a half a second, noting his eyes before having to chuckle. Jack was drunk. Maybe not too drunk considering Amaris had seen him actually drunk once or twice before, but he had definitely had more than just the standard and safe pre-gaming that people liked to do before events like these. So, she fixed him with an unimpressed stare while sneering playfully, "Sugar, the only sad thing is the fact that some poor soul is gonna be wasting all of their greatness on a night with a guy who had to get halfway drunk just to charm and disappoint them into entertaining an hour with that half chub and nonexistent talent you like to brag about." She said it quietly enough so that only the three of them could hear, but the bite was present even if someone were to just glance in their direction. She rolled her eyes the second Jack started to get dramatic and tossed a somewhat apologetic glance Blake's way at having to deal with his ridiculous president before turning back to her drink to take a few more sips of it.

A few more of Jack's digs passed, resulting in another eye roll from Amaris and her pretending to check the time on her nonexistent watch on her wrist, before the idiot wrangled Juliette Arnault in their direction. Amaris had half the mind to feel sorry for the girl. Though she came willingly, from what Amaris could tell, the poor thing probably wasn't exactly prepared to deal with Jack when he was like this. It puzzled her only slightly to see that they were close enough for Juliette to not particularly look like she was displeased with practically being manhandled over to their little group, but it wasn't something Amaris had to really concern herself with. Especially once she saw the disapproval shining in the brunette's eyes. "Juliette," she acknowledged once the girl briefly smiled her way, giving one of her own and biting back the inquiry of whether or not Juliette's homework was done. Tonight wasn't a night Amaris felt like being the mother hen her Theta girls swore she was and she had to take a sip of her Cosmopolitan to remind herself of that fact. "You probably shouldn't waste your time, honey. I don't think loverboy here is going to be much use to you or really anyone tonight." And because Amaris was Amaris and she could never letting sleeping dogs lie, she added in a mock-quiet tone, "Not even his hand since that's probably the only action he'll be sober enough to get."

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Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't that warning bells did not exist in Michaela's head. Oh, they were there. She had a semi-strict mother and a father who at least taught her a thing or two about street smarts. She learned the rest on her own when she started hanging out at night and getting in with crowds to this day her mother wasn't particularly fond of. The point was that warning bells and self-preservation existed. It was why Mickey spent an entire lifetime (or at least half of one considering she was only nineteen) worrying about and acting for her own pleasure. The issue was that despite the self-preservation she did have, despite the fact that she could practically hear her own voice telling her that this was a horrible idea and that she needed to back the fuck down and fuck her frustrations out with anyone else - despite the fact that she was very much aware that this was stupid and selfish and Charlotte would never do this, not unless she was hurting or upset, and this could ruin everything - Michaela really couldn't find it in her to give a single fuck.

It just so happened that she wasn't that big on self-preservation. It was a sport for losers, anyway.

It didn't help that Charlotte - rudely, might she just add because how the hell was Mickey supposed to be the mature one right now? - reached out and her fingertips grazed Mickey's bare side, heat suffusing beneath her skin followed by a strong pull of want shooting straight to her groin. Her lips parted, only barely, so that she could lick her bottom lip, but Mickey saved herself from whimpering - because really, she was the Siren here and the Siren never made pitiful noises for people, ever - by choking out a small laugh, eyes twinkling. She also didn't feel things like relief at Charlotte's smile; hope was too fragile of a thing beating against her rib cage at this point and Mickey didn't want to bother herself with mulling over what she had to be relieved for. Not having to deal with a new boy toy? Her attraction - at least that, since the other thing just could not be allowed to be called anything of importance, like at all - being returned? Michaela didn't even try to not follow the movement of Charlotte's lips as she continued speaking, posing her question and tilting her head just-so when she was done. She did, however, frown just slightly when Charlotte's hand left her skin.

There was a moment of reprieve in Charlotte glancing away for a moment and it was enough for Mickey to smirk lazily, an almost devastating mix of flirty and seductive that she remembered being told, when done during a performance, made a few choice girls on campus question what they believed to be their heterosexuality. "Hmmm...glamorous party or not," she purred, deciding to rephrase Charlotte's own statement, while letting the hand that was already touching the brunette glide down the girl's arm until Mickey was touching the bare skin of her hand. She paused for just a moment, eyeing the connection between their two hands, flicked her gaze up to Charlotte's mouth for just half a second, and then met her gaze once more on a smirk while finishing, "you don't have to worry about any competition." And then cursed whatever part of her brain that recognized how utterly honest that statement was and how much she was in over her head. Besides, if this was all she could get from Charlotte - if this happened to ruin them - then Mickey was all in and proceeded to text Jazmyn before making any further moves.

She wasn't impulsive for nothing.

To: Jaz
U might need to find another ride home. And a couch to crash. Luv u

Mickey tugged lightly at Charlotte's hand until they were practically pressed against one another and she purposefully let her lips brush against the other girl's, definitely not a kiss - not by a long shot - but just enough to feel how soft Charlotte's lips were. Just to tease. "Though, I do now have to question, Miss Arnault," she pressed, a playful glint in her eyes as she flashed a toothy grin the brunette's way, "You sure you can really handle a night with little ol' me? I don't bite...much, not unless you ask, of course."

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This was Florida, so it wasn't like Jazmyn could say that she preferred to be outside tonight because it was cool or anything, but the ambiance outside made dealing with the warm weather worth it. She was used to the heat, having spent most of her teenage years in California, but at the same time, she had spent the entirety of her childhood in Maine, so she was justified in laughing when the weather in Florida hit the fifties or sixties, and people were bundling up. At this point, she wasn't extremely partial to cold or hot weather, and liked to believe that she was capable of adjusting to most weather conditions. Setting the temperature element aside, then, she preferred the outdoor area of this venue because its vibe was just more relaxed. A lot more of the alumni seemed to be congregating together inside, which automatically made the atmosphere outside feel less stuffy to her. Parties like this really weren't Jazmyn's speed, and being present now only reminded her of that. She loved her Zeta sisters, and she loved the Sigma boys, but beyond that, there weren't many people that she was interested in socializing with. It wasn't that Jazmyn was ultra-selective or snobby, but it was just hard for her to want to pretend to like people who she had nothing in common with. She was too straight forward to want to waste her time, or anyone else's, in such a manner. Given that, it made sense that she was perfectly content finding an empty high top table to sit at once she had a drink.

Michaela had dragged her out here, only to disappear a moment later. Jazmyn had been able to follow her friend with her eyes at first, when she gravitated towards the DJ booth, but lost her soon after. It took a little bit of time, and a group of people shifting out of her way, but eventually she relocated Michaela at the bar... and oh how unsurprising it was, for her to see Charlotte standing with the Zeta. The sight brought an instant smirk to Jazmyn's head, and she couldn't help but to shake her head and roll her eyes at Michaela, even if the girl was too far to even see her. While Charlotte and Michaela liked to act like Jazmyn was jealous when the two of them hung out, it wasn't like that. Not in her eyes, at least. She was used to being a trio with the two of them, given that they had went to high school together, but she also found it necessary to remind Mickey that Charlotte was not like them. In some ways, she was, sure, and Jazmyn genuinely did love Charlotte and consider her to be a friend, but to put it simply, Jazmyn was less surprised than anyone else when Charlotte pledged Alpha. In fact, to this day she claims that she still hates herself for not betting one of them on it, since she was so certain of where Charlotte truly belonged, that she would have bet thousands on it.

A group of people stepped into Jazmyn's line of vision, blocking her from being able to watch Mickey and Charlotte close the tiny gap that existed between their bodies, but she didn't need to see that, really. She already knew what Michaela's intentions were, and God, was she going to have a field day asking her best friend about it once she did decide to catch up with her. Mickey's text made it seem like Charlotte was going to spend the night, but still, Jazmyn doubted it would happen. Mickey had had a crush on their best friend for years, and Jazmyn doubted that anything new would transpire tonight. One of them would realize how stupid they were being, and back out of it at the last minute, she surmised, allowing her attention to drift away from her Mai Tai for a minute as she sent Michaela a response.

To: Mickey
"Might" as in there's a 1% chance of that happening? Or you're telling me you're planning on taking someone other than Charlotte home, in which case fine, but you owe me

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Charlotte should have backed out of it right then, when Michaela's lips just barely grazed against her own, and suddenly her heart felt like it was beating ten times faster than it already was. She should have laughed aloud, pretended that she was only engaging in this to humor Michaela's typical sensual behavior, and acted like it was all one big joke that she assumed Michaela was in on too. She would have been lying in a response like that, sure, but she felt like it would have looked better than the way that she couldn't stop her eyes from widening slightly at the touch against her lips, a reaction stemming from surprise, intrigue, and lust. It took a second or two for her to grab a hold of herself again, and regain that control that she wanted to have in this banter, before she was able to say, "I've handled you for six years, haven't I? What harm could one night do?" Charlotte knew good and well what harm it could do, but she didn't want to back down either. With all that had already gone on tonight, she didn't think that tomorrow morning, once she was feeling sober and sane, that she could feel anymore mentally displaced than she would already, even if things turned out badly and she and Michaela were no longer friends. She already had to deal with this pretend relationship with Weston, Audrey being on her back ten times harder than usual, and the possibility of destroying her sister's social life (and in turn, academic life, because Charlotte knew for a fact that Juliette would simply drop out of Fulton as a whole if she was kicked out of this sorority), if she messed up, so adding being friendless into that mix wasn't going to make her any more stressed, simply because at this point, Charlotte thought that she was already at her limit.

She wasn't really thinking clear enough to care that by doing this with Michaela, she was potentially risking ruining all of the above mentioned things, because with as crazy as Audrey was, for all Charlotte knew, finding out that she had left this party with Michaela could end up being the straw that broke her. Maybe she would say something like Charlotte clearly still took her warnings as a joke, and she was done with her now, and therefore, would expel Juliette from the sorority as well. If she was thinking, she would have known that doing this was a bad idea, but she wasn't thinking. Not with her brain, at least. There were definitely other parts of her that were thinking, and those weren't involved in any logical processes, but they had taken over her mind for tonight and continued to tell her that she had nothing to lose. She needed some sort of release, and Michaela was going to be it. She told herself that Audrey would never find out, even while knowing that that was greatly underestimating the Alpha President's abilities, but as a "just to be safe" measure, she did text Weston.

To: Weston
Not trying to make myself seem demanding on the first impression... but I'm going to need you to disappear from this party. Going to chill with one of my girl friends, and my alibi is going to be that I'm back with you at the Beta house when Audrey asks. Fuck it up and I'm going to play the "he told me to meet him there, but I guess he decided to fuck with some other girl first, while his girlfriend was sitting around waiting for him :(" card. sorry, not sorry ;)

She put her phone back into her purse and then confirmed that her fake ID and credit card had been returned by the bartender, before finally taking her drink from the counter beside them. Her eyes remained on Mickey then, as she took a larger sip of the rum-infused drink than she should have because, god, was that strong. "Unless you don't think that you can handle a night with me," Charlotte proposed, "I guess all that's left for me to ask is whether you're driving, or I should call an Uber. Better figure it out fast though, because if you let me get more than a few sips into this drink, I think I might start undressing you right here in more ways than with just my eyes, Miss Vaughn," she challenged, her eyebrows raising slightly as she took another sip.

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Once she saw a reaction from Charlotte, Michaela knew she still had a firm foot in this situation, and that she wasn't exactly as in over her head as she thought. There was a telltale flush on Charlotte's cheek that appeared as the girl's eyes widened and Michaela didn't even pretend to hide the self-satisfied grin that crossed her features. The lust that danced in the other girl's eyes was enough to placate the part of her that typically felt like Mickey was taking things too far. It absolved her of any guilt; Charlotte had started this, if they were being honest. For once, it wasn't just on Michaela to have been the one to push limits, act on her own dramatics. It had been equal parts on both of them and she felt more smug than she probably should as the girl who was pretty sure she was about to be hooking up with one of her best friends. She noted when Charlotte made somewhat of a face before trying to make a retort, but it only served to make Michaela chuckled as she replied, "Harm? Well, babe, maybe you should ask your wrists that in the morning once I'm done with you."

Michaela had no shame in admitting that she had gotten herself involved in some...less than vanilla sexual escapades. In fact, she bragged about them and had no issues with some of the things she did. Granted, as she had been pretty open about before, she hadn't truly delved as deep as she could have - not out of fear, but simply because it hadn't truly interested her as much. But she had always flirted with the idea of something more, and sue her - she had thought of it more than once or twice occurring with Charlotte. And right about now? Being questioned? Almost...doubted? Yeah, that did something to the ego she liked to dramatize having, not to mention offering a spike to her libido at being challenged. So, she waited until Charlotte had taken that last sip, having been smirking the entire time to herself and ignoring the vibration of her phone that alerted her to another text, waited until Charlotte's attention was fully back on her before speaking. Since, as far as everyone was concerned, if there was one person who could do a lot of talking, it was Mickey. And as she had been told more than twice, she could say some absolutely devastating things. Things she was pretty sure both her Big and her mom would be trying to rinse out of her mouth using holy water. "See the thing is, baby girl, you ask what harm handling me can do..." Michaela slowly let her gaze wander to Charlotte's lips once more, voice dropping an octave, "when I'm the one already aware of all the ways I can have your pretty little ass writhing on my bed. And see, the thing of it is that the only one doing any type of handling tonight is me to you. You just need to decide how much harm you're willing to take cuz trust me," her eyes, the black of her pupils practically swallowing the hazel color with barely restrained want now that she didn't really have to hold back, "you won't have anything to complain about once I really get my hands on you."

Giggling coquettishly and backing off only slightly, Mickey eased the drink from Charlotte's fingers, not even bothering to waste her time in reaching back for the other one since neither of them were staying long enough to finish them, Mickey took the same straw Charlotte was using into her mouth, all the while maintaing eye contact. She wasted no time in sucking up a strong pull of the cold alcoholic beverage, moaning lowly first at the subtle taste of Charlotte's mouth having been there but also at the slight burn of the alcohol. She didn't order Zombies often simply because of how strong the drink really was and how much she wasn't trying to get smashed on the first cup since only two of these were rumored to have knocked people flat on their asses. After two strong drinks, she set the glass back on the bar and grinned. "And come on, ma chΓ©rie," she teased lightly, one of the few times Mickey reminded people of her French-Creole background and her minor grasp of the French language, "you and I both now that if you really wanted me to, I'd rip all of this off right now to have my way with you." Feeling a bit like she had made her point, Mickey grasped Charlotte's hand again, making sure her phone was out in her other hand as she tugged on the other girl, "Think we're ready to blow this popsicle stand, don't ya think?" Already turning to leave, Mickey rolled her eyes at Jazmyn's immediate response, and decided to text her and a few others of her departure.

To: Mama Li
Actually heading home & i'm still sober. C u in da morning

To: Jaz
Haters gonna hate

To: Lizzie
Raincheck. Headed home. Video games tmrrw?

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Charlotte didn't think that, even if she wanted to, she could have come up with words to string together to form any sort of response to what Michaela had just said to her. Tonight was going to be trouble - she could sense it, but she had basically just been told it, too, and yet, there was a smile on her face that was something of a mix between an actual smile, conveying the side of Charlotte that wanted this, and had wanted this for years, and something that was more of a smirk, which indicated that she was almost... wary of what she was getting herself into. She wasn't going to say no to it, that she was absolutely sure of, but Michaela's words had her considering if she was getting herself in over her head. It was a good kind of nervousness that she felt when her friend clasped her hand and led her out, nonetheless, but it said something that the normally competitive and sharp-tongued Charlotte's anxiousness had silenced her for the moment. Granted, it was highly likely that a part of the butterflies she was feeling in her stomach came from the actual anxiety she felt (and this anxiety wasn't the good, nervously excited kind) as they made their escape from the venue, came from the fear of Audrey catching her on the way out. She could already hear the girl's shrill voice, British accent and all, demanding to know where she thought she was going, what she was doing with a Zeta, of all people, after their discussion, and where Weston was. Charlotte had gotten a mere "ok" in response to her text from Weston, which she really hoped meant that he was already on his way out as well, because once she and Michaela reached the parking lot without being interrupted by any demanding redheads, Charlotte decided that Weston failing her was the only thing that could ruin her night.

Her night was bound to be reckless, and maybe she would regret it in the morning, but even with the anxiousness she felt, there was no denying that Charlotte was excited for whatever was about to play out between her and Mickey. Beyond excited, really. It was this kind of rebellion and recklessness that gave the girl life. She never felt more alive than she did when she was blatantly breaking rules or expectations or societal standards, and being able to ditch a formal Greek party to do more than hang out with her best friend, who she had just been banned from interacting with, definitely improved her mood for the night. Sure, she was dressed like an Alpha, and leaving an event that she was only invited to because she was an Alpha, but for the first time in a while, she was finally starting to feel like herself. If that feeling faded in the morning, then so be it. Charlotte was going to make the most of tonight, while this feeling of life still existed. Maybe the way that she was already massaging her wrists mindlessly, a reference to Mickey's earlier statement, proved that she wasn't as confident in knowing what she was really supposed to expect tonight, but she knew for sure that she was more than ready to leave this party, and jump into a night of unknowns.

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Although Charlotte's heart had not stopped beating at a rate that she thought was destined to leave her with a heart attack, the excitement that she felt pulsing through her body had not subsided, even once they pulled up to the Zeta house. The house was empty and quiet in a way that felt eerie to Charlotte, who was used to coming over after classes when there was music playing, and people hanging out, and a vibrant energy filling the house. With her hand clasping Mickey's, though, it was hard to pay attention to anything more than how soft the girl's skin was, and how... how ready she was for tonight. Or how excited she was for tonight, even if she probably wasn't as prepared as she originally thought she was. Once the girls reached Michaela's bedroom, things seemed to move in a blurred manner. One minute, she was making a snarky comment about how Mickey better have ensured that Jazmyn found herself alternative living arraignments for the night, and the next, she was shedding the dress that she had borrowed from Juliette for the night, in favor of sporting the lingerie that felt surprisingly comfortable compared to the dress. Her lips were pressed against Michaela's, her fingers gliding across the girl's skin, before abruptly, she felt the need to pull her head away.

She looked at Michaela almost apologetically, brushing a strand of her own hair out of her face now that she had a moment to collect herself. "You don't think this is... you don't think this is stupid, do you?" she asked quietly, maybe even nervously. Charlotte was planning on letting Michaela answer after that, she really was, but she found herself continuing to speak. "I don't want to stop, but..." She didn't know how to word the confusion that she was feeling, and the pause that followed that, along with her pulling away from Mickey slightly more, represented that. She sighed, taking on a bit more life now. "Okay, you know what I was talking about earlier? About Weston Cullen, that Beta? Audrey is blackmailing me into dating him. She doesn't like how much time I spend with you and Jazmyn, which I guess you guys have always known, but if I don't play by her rules from now on, she's going to kick me out of the sorority. And I wouldn't even care about that, you know that I don't give a fuck about that kind of shit, but she's going to kick Juliette out too. Obviously Juliette is beyond annoying, but if she gets kicked out, I guarantee that she'll just drop out of college and my entire family will blame me for the rest of eternity." She allowed herself a break then, as she placed her hands behind herself to prop herself up on the bed. Again, though, the pause wasn't long enough to allow Mickey much time to speak before she continued. "So, it's like, I feel like I need to do this," she moved back towards Michaela and gently kissed the girl, before pulling back again, "But there's a lot on the line. More than I know how to deal with."

In all honesty, Mickey deserved an award. For all her flirtatiousness and the charged air between herself and Charlotte, she didn't push any further than get the other girl in her car - not that she hadn't thought about it. Michaela definitely thought about it; it wouldn't be her if she didn't. She was always the tactile one; she always wanted to touch. It was written in her genetics, after all. Even her mother was a touchy-feely, overly affectionate person that drove Mickey off the wall, but she had always guessed that it was her own fault for having a habit of pushing boundary levels - and see...she was nervous. She only babbled in her head when she was nervous. Which was probably better than babbling in person. Knowing her dumb self and her dumb ass mouth, she'd say some shit like, "I've always wanted you" or "Never thought that this could happen." Dumb shit. So, it was probably better that she was babbling in her head. Case and point - she was being really, really fucking good right now and deserved some kind of brownie points. Or cheesecake points. Maybe they could have cheesecake after this?

Mickey didn't continue her slow burn teasing that she had had in her head, like when they were back at the bar, on the way to the Zeta house. Even though her fingers itched to ease over the smooth skin of Charlotte's thigh, trail slowly with her fingertips until she met the hem of the practically skintight dress. She didn't even talk much, which was a rarity. A talking Mickey was the everyday Mickey; not one person could say that they had truly encountered a Mickey that didn't speak. She didn't pride herself on talking too much and talking a hole into the side of your head, but she could definitely take up a silence. And yet, because she knew how precarious the line they were about to cross was, she didn't say a word. Seriously, brownie points in the one thousandths were necessary, damn it.

However, at some point, they were just holding hands and making their way through the Zeta house. They had even reached her room without touching. However, once the door was closed and locked, Mickey honestly wouldn't have been able to tell you how they got from point A to point B, B being the two of them on her bed, lips pressed together and the both of them clad only in their underwear. Which for Mickey literally meant only wearing the black lacy panties she had thrown on earlier while deciding to lazily skip out on a bra. But she did pause when Charlotte started speaking, having been slightly looming over the brunette but pulling back once the other girl really started going for it. Mickey sat back on her haunches, eyes narrowed slightly as she took in what Charlotte had to say, what she needed to say. And when the girl stopped, Mickey blew out a gut load of air, feeling the pressure herself and it wasn't even really her situation. Not exactly, anyway. Though, if you asked her heart due to the funny little way it went off when Charlotte kissed her when she was done, the pressure wasn't that big of a deal. "So, for your question...I've been wanting to kiss you since the ninth grade when you developed this stupid fucking habit of picking at your bottom lip like like you don't know what the fuck you're doing to my nonexistent impulse control and dangerously developing libido. Okay, that was stupid." A giggle burst forth from the playful grin her face had worn, despite the tight nervousness in her chest at having admit wanting Charlotte for so long. "Stupid is trying to manipulate a person into dating someone you know for a fact they never even considered an option, simply because you inducted them into your society knowing damn well they had shown you signs of not really upholding your standards the way you want them to, and then having to threaten the position of your own Little simply because you know that other person wouldn't care otherwise." Mickey reached over and placed a hand over one of Charlotte's, squeezing lightly.

As much as people who didn't know her liked to believe otherwise, Mickey prided herself on actually being a good friend. Of actually caring about these people, particularly her best friends. Which was why she had to tease laughingly, just to dispel a bit of the tension still wracking the other girl's form, "We're also not gonna discuss how you're using me right now. Like, by all means, use me, boo. I'm here for it, always have been. But also, I see you...I'm kidding." She added that last part on a wider grin, her thumb stroking over Charlotte's knuckle gently. She didn't always just dish out affection during moments like these, moments when she felt like she couldn't just bravado away own her feelings and all the things she herself had left unsaid. "I meant what I said about...wanting - I never even thought you'd - " Mickey shook her head lightly, not wanting to go there. This was about Charlotte and what Charlotte wanted - needed, even. Decidedly, she met the brunette's gaze again with a slow smile, grasping the hand she was already holding only a fraction tighter and pulling the girl close again. "Here's how this gonna play out," she stated and this time, their lips brushed only for a moment. "Right now, I'm gonna kiss you again. I already told you that I wanted this, for a pathetically long period of time, if I do say so myself." And Mickey tried not to give herself too much time to dwell on the self-deprecating tone she had taken on unwittingly. "But I have every intention of letting you control this, whatever you want. You control the pace and tell me what's okay. Okay?"

Mickey probably could have waited for that verbal answer, but the anticipation was killing her and she was never a patient person. Besides, if Charlotte wanted her to stop, Mickey would because the girl knew that Mickey would. The instant Michaela's mouth met Charlotte's again was ridiculously chaste, sure, but Mickey wasn't always so forceful. She needed to leave room for Charlotte to pull away if she wanted to. It was nothing more than a solid, dry press of practically equally soft lips - the only point of contact, due to Mickey's shifting of her legs so that she was the one going backwards on the bed and Charlotte could get on top of her, other than where Mickey's hand was wrapped around Charlotte's wrist. Mickey's eyes flutter shut for that second and the tightness in her chest expands to something more free and warm, a delicate flush that blooms from the perpetual tan of her skin. The first kiss doesn't last for more than a second or two, but she lingers just to leave an imprint. And then, releasing Charlotte's wrist so that she could cradle the back of the brunette's skull, Mickey dives in for the second and devours the other girl's mouth, licking lazily past Charlotte's lips and teeth with barely an inquiry for her permission and stroking the other girl's tongue with her own. It's definitely not desperate, but intense and Mickey retracts somewhat to bite at Charlotte's lower lip (okay, but finally though because she had been dreaming about doing this, damn it) and suck it into her mouth.

Charlotte did want control of something right now, but it wasn't this. She didn't need to control this, because she trusted Michaela. Maybe, she also didn't want control of this because if things went south, she didn't want to go down as the ringleader of the cause of the demise of their friendship, but more than anything, it was because she trusted Michaela. What she wanted control of, instead, was her life because clearly, she had reason for why she couldn't trust that in Audrey's hands. If her life came crashing down upon her in the morning, Charlotte decided that there was nothing she could do now to stop that, and just in case that was to happen, she had all the more reason to see things through with what was inevitably going to happen tonight. Settling on that decision, she settled on top of Michaela's body, and just relaxed. After a couple of minutes had passed, Charlotte repeated her first action of pulling away. This time, however, it was only so that she could turn her mouth away from Michaela's. She shifted so that her lips were almost touching the other girl's ear, as she whispered, "I'm still trying to figure out if you wanted to let me control this because you want to seem like a good friend, or if it's really because you got scared and knew that you talked up your handling skills for more than they're really worth." As she spoke, a mischievous grin on her face, she allowed one hand to trail down the girl's side until it was toying with the waistband of the black underwear the Zeta was sporting.

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Character Portrait: Amaris Hamilton Character Portrait: Nicholas Reyes Character Portrait: Michaela Vaughn Character Portrait: Jazmyn Clarke Character Portrait: Hudson Allen Character Portrait: Ya Ya Silva Character Portrait: Eliana Bain Character Portrait: Hayden Burr Character Portrait: Abigail Chu Character Portrait: Audrey Green Character Portrait: Yuda Lee Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Naomi Sato Character Portrait: Archie Hervieux Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Cyrus James Character Portrait: Maddox Rei Izumi Character Portrait: Eliza Li Character Portrait: Blake Tyler Character Portrait: Daisy Hamilton Character Portrait: Benjamin Cardoso Character Portrait: Cas Bajwa Character Portrait: Andre Rocha Character Portrait: Daniel Alexander Character Portrait: Jack Decker
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"Why do you look like a supermodel?"

"Why do you look like shit?" Amaris shot back, unrepentant, as she approached the haggard-looking Kappa. Nick shot her an unimpressed glare, but Amaris only raised a delicate eyebrow, stopping directly in front of where he sat. It was only 11:25 and very much still morning, but Nick had been up and about at eight in the morning for a three hour lab he honestly should have scheduled for the afternoon. However, like the dumb ass Amaris had called him when they were planning out their schedules just before the summer, Nick had insisted on doing a few classes in the morning. He was up anyway; he had mused. Except, he obviously hadn't factored in nights like last night, where he had chugged more rum and cokes he probably should have. Luckily, he hadn't thrown his entire existence up in the toilet - a win, if you asked him - but he damn sure didn't leave unscathed. Amaris had made sure to give him enough water to counteract the worst part of the hangover, but there was no denying by the tired look on his features. Amaris held two travel mugs in her hands and after a shake of her head, which was accompanied by a light chuckle, she handed one of them to him.

"Such a good friend. Provides for me while insulting me, I'm so grateful," he replied sarcastically. He did, in the next breath, gratefully take two large swallows of the caffeinated beverage, delighting in the hot sweetness that flowed on his tongue. While Amaris acted like she had hated her job at Starbucks during freshman year, she hadn't walked away from it without skills and the truth was that Nick preferred going to the Theta house for his coffee fixes as opposed to Starbucks. They had a lot of the same syrups and even fixings, and Amaris made a mean caramel snickerdoodle frappucino, a treat from Starbucks' secret menu that still tasted great with her Lavazza espresso. He practically moaned on another drink and Amaris rolled her eyes as he declared, This is everything."

"I bet." Sipping at her own, Amaris waited for him to rise for them to continue, heading towards towards the gated entrance so that they could leave to get to the food trucks that lined the sidewalk during this time. Most days, Fulton Students finessed their way through the lunch rush at the Student Center's main cafeteria, hoping to get that quick bite in between classes or at the various small delis, bakeries, sushi spots, grille, and coffee shops on campus. They had pretty decent chefs on campus, that much Amaris had realized during freshman year, but the real treat was at the food trucks of Miami that came to take up college kid dollars that honestly should be kept in their wallets. However, the food was always good, no one ever walked away unsatisfied, and she herself had partaken in the food truck frenzy a few times. Today wasn't that day as, since she hadn't had to go to work first thing in the morning because she had been helping with a project that had taken up some late nights, which resulted in her having Monday off, she had cooked for herself to save a bit of money. Her spaghetti squash mixed with kale, apples, and chicken sat, warm, in a container, inside of her purse beside a Vitamin water, just waiting for them to sit and eat. "Unlike some people, I had to meet with the board this morning since certain people's brothers decided they were street fighters at an alumni event."

"Hey, you said that you saw what happened - "

"Yes, and regardless of what might have incited the first blow, one of your boys was the one who delivered it," Amaris interrupted, giving Nick a rather pointed look. While she had definitely stressed the fact that obviously the boys had responded in lieu of a verbal assault from the Betas, and also making sure the board remembered that there was a lengthy history of assaults from the Betas that hadn't resulted in last night's actions and that such a display was bound to happen at their behest due to their own negligence (yes, Amaris took that risk), the Kappas boys involved weren't exactly going to walk away without reprimanding and a small punishment. Neither were the two Beta boys, regardless of their acting in self-defense. "Ben and Danny have to do seventy-two hours of community service and help clean up after the Beta and Alpha event on Wednesday." Nick's mouth opened, but he closed it a moment later.

"And the other guys?"

"Community service," she replied, nodding at the truck Nick was bound to pick. He had a deep love for anything Asian and Amaris liked Dim Ssam a Go-Go just as much as he did. Nick shot her a small smile before heading over to look at the menu he was already familiar with. "Might as well text them, though. We need to have a meeting to make that announcement." Nick frowned, but he didn't refuse, pulling out his own phone just as Amaris pulled out her own from her Saint Laurent purse.

To: Hudson
Your boys need to fulfill 72 hrs of community service. Monetary contributions to foundations do not count, I checked.

To: Hayden, Danny, Ben
Meeting in an hour. Getting lunch now, but Mare has the verdict from the board.

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Eliza tapped her pen on the desk, staring at the clock. The professor knew that no one was really up for a serious class this morning, especially when most of the greeks were heavily hungover. No one ever was the first week back, and after last night, no one's focus was on class. No, everyone was talking about the fight that went down at the Alumni event. Safe to say that everyone had their own version of events. She'd heard at least ten different versions just walking to class. Everyone agreed that the Kappa's had thrown the first hit, but what happened in the build up was a topic of wild debate. She'd seen it with her own eyes and she still wasn't sure what happened.

She hadn't text Danny back yet, she didn't want to. Not yet. She wanted to let him stew for a bit, especially since he went home with Daisy. She scribbled down a reminder in her notebook to text Danny, half listening to the recap Abbot was giving about last semester, all those weeks ago. She hadn't taken Games Design to learn the history of the board game, but it had been interesting enough, all things considered.

"You know what, you guys can go. I've taken up enough of your time this morning. I'll see you on Wednesday."

Eliza shoved her pens and notebook in her bag and headed out into the courtyard. She had toyed with the idea of heading to the health centre to give blood, but the memory of the last time she had given blood was enough to give her away. She perched on a wall in the courtyard and opened her messages.

[To:Mickey]
Hey, if I'm interrupting something, I'm not even sorry. Gimme a shout when you're free.


Eliza looked around the campus as she took a sip of her water. It wasn't that she hadn't enjoyed last night, she had. After the fight, she had managed to talk to a few people in the gaming industry. It wasn't much, but Eliza felt like she had managed to get her foot through a very heavy door.

[To:Amaris]
Hey mama bear, are you out of class yet?


Her thumb hovered over Danny's message. She felt that knotting feeling in her stomach again. Her hand quivered. This was ridiculous.

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I guess I'll seen you around then. If Daisy's still with you, tell her I say Hi







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Blake's day had started well. He rolled out of an older alumni's bed. A married couple of alumni as well. Papa Tyler was going to be so proud if that one ever got out, especially since the wife worked for his father. Blake had left while his one-night lovers were still asleep.

He drove back to the Sigma house, careful to open the door quietly in case he disturbed anyone who had only made it to the couch. He silently padded up to his room and pressed the door closed behind him. He pulled his suit off, leaving the clothes across his floor as he made his way to the shower. As he stood under the spray of the shower, washing away the smell of alcohol and last night's sex, he thought back to the previous night. The fight had been an interesting high point in an otherwise uneventful night, other than him charming his way into the bed of one of the Beta alumni and his wife. God he hated those events. So much schmoozing and 'Oh that is fascinating Mr Fitcher, please tell me more' when really all you wanted to do was rip Mr Fitcher's suit off while his wife watched and learned how to really please a man.

Blake pulled on his clothes and headed onto campus. He didn't have class until the afternoon, but staying inside had never been his thing when he had been drinking the night before. He sat at a table in the cafe and sent a text to Cyrus.

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Are you still alive? I'd hate to be lonely later on, and it would look terrible on my record if you were dead


Blake knew there had been nothing serious in Cyrus's parting words last night, but if he couldn't tease his best friend, who could he tease.

To:Amaris
If you want me to kill Hudson, I can make it look like an accident. I know people.