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Aaliyah Shanks

"The thing women have yet to learn is that nobody gives you power. You take it."

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by chanelindistress

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Full Name
Aaliyah Destiny Shanks

Nicknames
Leah ~ Ya Ya
Allie ~ Queenie
BWB ~ Heiress

Date of Birth
January 1, 1999

Age
Seventeen

Star Sign
Capricorn

Religion
Atheist
Nationality
African-American

Ethnicity
25% Ethiopian {Paternal}
50% Haitian {Maternal}
25% Konkani Indian {Paternal}

Sexual Orientation
Sexually Fluid

Relationship History
2 Boyfriends

Sexual Activity History?
Has Been Mingling

Relationship Status
Single
"In a way, I'd like to think that my mom was a prophet of some sorts when she named me. Exalted. Sublime. Those are what Aaliyah means and, well, considering the fact that there is only one Aaliyah running the halls of Buckley, the shoe obviously fits. The majority of my friends and those who I have given express permission to address me as such call me Allie and Leah, most commonly, with the exception of a host of other little pet names. What can I say? They're cute and they make me smile and I'm not a bitch one-hundred percent of the time. I'd like to say it's fifty-fifty, but I'm pretty sure there's some irrelevant who would say it's more in the eighties. Nevertheless, the one nickname that is exclusive to my best of besties and my baby sister is Ya Ya. They are the only two people in this world allowed to call me that. All others, well...there's no need to issue threats. All others know better. There is one little name that only a handful call me. It's a play on calling me a BBW because they switch it around, which means Black Widow Baby. Everyone knows my favorite Marvel character is Black Widow and both the assassin and the female spider are dangerous to humans. Which means I apparently am too and I'm not even gonna deny it. Cross me and I'll fuck you up six ways from Sunday.

I'm a Capricorn and my birthday is the first of January, so you already know that New Year's Eve and New Year's is lit as fuck. I don't normally get black out drunk, not that this minor partakes in alcoholic beverages if a cop is asking, but that's the one time that I don't have a problem with going all out. A question most people ask because they've heard me speak French outside of school and I've had my mom's mom on snap before, is what am I mixed with. I'll start by saying that my family calls ourselves black. We don't really get specific. However, I do know that my mom is Haitian-American with both of her parents having moved from Haiti together, which is why you hear Haitian-Creole in our house. My dad's family is half Ethiopian and half Indian. All of that simply means that the holidays at our houses are lit. As I am with friends, I'm very selective on who I decide to try this crazy thing called love with. Sex, however, well, the line I walk is definitely not as stereo-typically straight as you might believe. The only ones who know that, however, are again my two faves and those who've been in my bed. Again, like everyone else who doesn't want to go hurdling down the eternal abyss of shunning and shame for talking too much, they know better tan to do so."

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|| Height | Weight | Build | Shape ||
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|| 5'5 || 136 lbs. || Mesomorph || Curvaceous ||
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"What these slim thick witcho cute ass Insta hoes won't tell you is that being curvy is only sexy when you're still semi skinny. And they won't tell you that what's not sexy is being nine years old with a developing body and Uncle Ruckus lookin' dudes who've known you your whole life leer. It's traumatizing, which was why I put on weight when I was being home-schooled, among other reasons. It wasn't until the year before I came to Buckley that I decided to get into my grown and sexy, and now, you can't tell a bitch nothing."

|| Skin Tone | Face Shape | Eyes | Hair | Distinguishing Marks ||
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|| Deep Brown || Diamond || Forest Green || Varies; Current || Beauty Marks & Piercings ||
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Even without makeup, Leah could always say that her deep brown complexion, much like chocolate, has always been rather even and clear, with almond-shaped brown flecked, soft green eyes and naturally jet-black hair to complement it. Her hair is curly and thick, and was actually pretty long once upon a time, but she cut it over the summer to shoulder length and has lavender and silver gray streaks. She also has a beauty mark under her right eye and at the top left corner of her mouth, along with both of her earlobes being pierced twice and a belly button piercing.

|| Whole Body Maintenance ||
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|| Kim Kimble's Brazilian Nut & Acai Berry Hair Products || LALICIOUS Body Care Products || Personal Stylist ||Artifact Skin Care Products || Private Chef || Exercise 6+ a Week ||
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"Above anything, everyone can attribute my weight loss to a healthier lifestyle. I stopped snacking on the wrong things and stress eating, and became a lot more active. Going to an actual school helped. Lauren Kyles, our chef, is phenomenal at getting me the food I want, but making it healthy. I'm not saying I don't mess up because that's unrealistic and I have too many cultures swirling in my blood not to crush some grub, sorry not sorry. But I'm trying, while also accepting that curves run in the family. I'm gonna have more of a pudge this week than next week and I'm not afraid of a little cellulite on my thighs. I didn't lose weight to be more attractive. I'm thick, bad and boujee. I do it for my health and because I didn't wanna be afraid of my curves just because the wrong people were looking. And black don't crack, but I'll be damned if I don't attempt to thwart aging anyway.

Which means that I do a lot of spa days and put in work for my skin, like applying a masque bi-weekly and using Tammy Fender's cleansing milk on my face every single day to make sure my skin is clean, soft, and blemish free. Sheanut Oil is a must in our household for hair and skin. I have a host of products that keep me looking, feeling, and smelling phenomenal and I always call on Philip to keep my nails and cuticles on point and healthy. Kim Kimble styles my hair most of the time in protective styles and I have no shame in saying that I wear extensions. I can't exactly put all of those colors in my hair. The difference is that I also take care of my hair on my own. Since I added this color to my actual hair and cut it, I've been making sure it doesn't get dry at all, as I always have and taking the time to wrap it at night, and all that good stuff. I put in actual work for my body and I don't need to make any unnecessary nip and tucks, or even surgeries to get these results."


|| Most Prominent Brands in Her Closet | Fashion Sense ||
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||Pretty Little Thing || Michael Kors || Baddieville || Forever 21 || Alexander Wang || Adidas
ASOS || Balmain || Nasty Gal || Saint Laurent || Giuseppe Zanotti || H&M

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Urban Streetwear Chic & Cool Girl Glam W/ A Dash of Sexy

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|| Without Makeup: 9/10 || With Makeup: 10/10 ||
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One of the things that makes Aaliyah so attractive to people, aside from the fact that she has curves for days, is the fact that Aaliyah knows that she's attractive without anyone having to tell her. Even without makeup, she's always aware that she's one of the prettiest faces in the room and she doesn't need anyone's validation for that, even if people chalk that up to vanity. At the end of the day, confidence is key - both in believing that you're bad as fuck and in everyone else believing so too.

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Strength(s)
Exceptionally observant herself, even though she plays nonchalant or as if she's not paying attention, Aaliyah is. Not much gets by her; she just doesn't spend a lifetime calling everyone out on every shady or secret thing that they do. She also has a way of not telling anyone what she thinks. Keeping a blank expression helps, but Leah words around what she wants to get from others, eventually asking questions in an assuming way that people don't always get that she's either reading them or manipulating them. She's definitely verbally tactile and considering she's in the top percentile of her class, she's definitely a very smart young woman. Also, Leah isn't one to show when she's stressed or taken aback, oftentimes seeming rather unbothered by most reveals unless she genuinely feels like she needs to pretend. It works in her favor that she possesses a natural charm and cunning mind that never allows her act impulsively.

Weakness(es)
One of Leah's weaknesses is her willingness to play dirty. It isn't that she has an extremely low conscientious. She has some honor. But she also has an easily repressed moral compass when it comes to those she sees as enemies or even worthy of being cast aside if it benefited herself or those she loves. Meaning, if the relationship isn't one Leah has rationalized as a long-standing one, then she's not afraid to exploit weaknesses she has learned or betray if it serves her purpose, especially in cases of revenge. With that in mind, she can be quite vindictive and a part of it is that she feels she has to be. She's considered a queen and queens don't just let slights against their person slide. Another issue is that Leah isn't good with her emotions and expressing her feelings. She feels as though they are a weakness, a trait and lesson from her mother. Oh, she recognizes and revels in the negative emotions such as anger, but when it comes to the good feelings like love - especially love - Leah's unable to fully accept them or feel comfortable with them. So, she pushes those connections away as far as she can. In a way, she tells herself it's not selfish since she's protecting them from being disappointed or hurt. Which means she's also protecting herself. But of course, she wouldn't see this naturally reserved part of herself as a trait.

Mental, Behavioral or Physical Disabilities?
None, as far as she is concerned. Though her last therapist visit and an online survey indicated that Leah is secretly suffering from clinical depression.

Greatest Joys
β€’ Being a Royal β€’ Her Baby Sister, Aisha β€’ Being a Aaliyah Shank β€’ Feeling Accomplished and Proud of Her Accomplishments

Greatest Fears
β€’ Disappointing Her Mother β€’ Not Getting Into MIT and Having to Attend Her Mother's Choice β€’ Anything Happening to Aisha β€’ Being Vulnerable to A Special Someone

Priorities
β€’ Maintain her Reputation and Social Status β€’ Graduate At Top of Her Class β€’ Get into Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT)

Life Philosophy
β€œThe conundrum of sanity and insanity, is that it serves us to be some of each. It's really only a question of degrees. You cannot possibly be 100% adjusted and live in this INSANE world. A little bit of crazy is a coping skill.”
― Kelli Jae Baeli, Too Much World

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Good Personality Traits
βœ” Highly Intelligent

βœ” Ambitious

βœ” Tactical

βœ” Strong-Willed

βœ” Seductive

βœ” Self-Assured

βœ” Charismatic

βœ” Self-Contained

βœ” Analytical

βœ” Resourceful

βœ” Tactful

βœ” Easy-Going

Bad Personality Traits
βœ– Enigmatic

βœ– Remorseless

βœ– Unpredictable

βœ– Callous

βœ– Secretive

βœ– Proud

βœ– Vindictive

βœ– Manipulative

βœ– Evasive

βœ– Sarcastic

βœ– Deceitful

βœ– Domineering
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There is no denying the sheer raw intensity that lay dormant in Aaliyah Shank's deceptively unassuming frame. In all things, she is barely restrained energy, moderating her rather impressive mental and emotional strength as she sees fit. There is no controlling nor tempering her unless she gives you that power, which is a rarity in and of itself unless you are someone of importance to her. Such an internal cacophonous dissonance of the soul can only be tempered by the reigning queen of the Buckley School halls herself and she damn sure revels in it. It should come to no surprise, then, that peers and adults alike can find Aaliyah intimidating. Though packed in a curvaceous package, her very pores leak out a dangerous mix of alluring and frightening spikes of energy. On one hand, with the very fact that Nat walks with a naturally sensual yet at-ease switch to her hips and her head stagnant in its imposingly upright position, there's no denying the magnetism of this beauty. She knows that she doesn't fit the mold of Standardized Western beauty; has known it since she was five years old. And yet, her confidence remains impenetrable and rock-solid. It's enough to have one so caught on her orbit that you hardly notice how fully ensnared you are until she flashes a brilliant smile your way or has you pinned to her California king bed. That's how easily Leah captures people's attention and maintains their devotion. She has so much charisma, even without having to say much, but a pleasant smile on her lips is enough to beckon others to her. So sure of herself, Leah's confidence can easily be interpreted as a vanity that she won't give you the satisfaction of denying. Why should she? She knows that she is gorgeous, sexy. Absolutely worthy of lust, love and admiration. Why deny the validity of her own existence for the sake of another person's delicate sensibilities? On the other hand, such carefully orchestrated control is undoubtedly frightening. Leah is one of the few people you don't want to get into a staring contest with because she will surely win - and it won't be just because she has stared at you unflinchingly as she is wont to do in the face of opposition or anyone who dares presume to have any sort of power over her, especially if they presume to have more than she does. It is because of her uncanny ability to read a situation and a person down to their very seams, penetrating and so damn intent on finding out your truths that you almost want to hide. There is no secret that Aaliyah can't discover for she has the uncanny resourcefulness to find out whatever it is that she wants. She has ears and hands at her beck and call, after all. Trusted minions, to be clear. It might not occur as quickly as the small quirk of her lips - a smug smile - would have you to believe, but trust that she is reading you and know that you have every right to be afraid. This heady mix of fearing whether or not she'll punch you, tear you a part in the bedroom, or even both is possibly one of the many actual reasons why she could never be anything less than queen bee. It also is one of the many reasons that, despite not being a Lifer student at Buckley, Leah has done nothing but earned both respect and fear from her classmates - enough so that not many (or any) doubt that she would end them if anyone came at her incorrectly for that little tidbit.

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What further exacerbates the intriguing mystery that is Aaliyah Shank is the seeming lack of facial expressions she possesses and the fact that she has remained a bit of an enigma, even to those closest to her. Her Royals might be considered the closest to her at school, but even some of them realize how fragile their bonds genuinely are when compared to her even tighter and smaller inner circle. While there is no denying when there's a glimmer of amusement shining in Leah's eyes or when she's point blankly judging you, there also needs to be an understanding that this sparsely satisfactory insight into her emotions is allowed, not because of your own keen observation skills, but due to Leah's own allowance of it. Leah learned at a young age how to veil her emotions and it is usually of her own volition that anyone sees the full depth of her emotions. Intelligent, typically rational, and quick on her feet at every turn, Leah retains a propensity for keeping different parts of herself hidden until she wants them to be discovered, until she deems herself comfortable enough to allow you to see all the different sides of her. There's always one more thing you're discovering, like the fact that for a girl whose wealth and overall debonair disposition would have you believing otherwise, she indulges in far more television than her bookshelf would have you to believe and that she could possibly fan-girl with the best of them if given the right topic. To this day, classmates can only presume that everything is as perfect as it looks in Leah's life for she is just that good at keeping what she wants private, private. Of course, it can be frustrating, having a person who is consistently deadpanning or who continuously maintains an innocuously blank expression on most days, but Leah's evasiveness is for her self-preservation, an insight to be discussed at a later date. It is why she is probably one of the best (or worst) people to keep your secrets hidden with; so good is she at keeping her own secrets safe from prying minds, she holds a tight leash onto your own, enabling most people - particularly, those who are able to see past their initial intimidation - to trust her. Leah doesn't betray a confidence unless she herself has been betrayed and that is something that should not be done. Or, worse, unless the betrayal benefits her machinations in some way. If you aren't as important to her, Leah's not afraid to remind you and anyone else who needed the reminder why she's so heavily feared.

Despite her rather harsher traits, Leah is still a very likable young woman who knows how to turn the charm on. She doesn't do it all of the time simply because she does not believe in pandering or kissing anyone's ass, but her magnetism would simply cease to exist if she was just plain intimidating and mean-looking. She has a way with words and she rarely takes an action or says anything without prior thought and tact, gracefulness. For those who are friends or know a friendly side to her, Aaliyah is usually the one who is down for just about anything. Regardless of her family's wealth, Leah is actually quite simple in terms of likes and dislikes. She's not the type to need to flaunt her wealth on a regular basis nor expect the most grandiose of accommodations in their adventures. Even on dates, she doesn't need much to be impressed. Unless, of course, one is trying to impress her, which is always of entertainment value for her. She is loyalty personified and a friend you can, no doubt, trust to have your back, though she's not afraid to let a friend fall to teach them a lesson. She believes whole-heartedly in being faithful - whether that means to those she cares about or her own beliefs. After all, it is what she expects from others and Leah knows how to be fair. There is no expectation for others that she wouldn't bring to the table herself other than being completely open with her emotions. Blame it on the fact that she has a natural distrustful cynic inside from dealing with a parent who barely put in the effort to show that she cared and has more expectations for her than is healthy for a young woman. Just as she makes no idle threats, the same goes for promises.

Nevertheless, Leah is still a queen bee and that comes with traits that aren't as favorable. For all her cool, calm and collected disposition, Aaliyah is still one of the few girls you don't want to mess with nor cross. She has no problems with socially maiming a person. In fact, she rationalizes it by stating that as her position in the social hierarchy stands, once wronged or disrespected, it is her duty and her right to exact punishments the way she sees fit. She's conniving, vicious, and has no problem with whispers in the hallways of her being a bitch. At the end of the day, Leah is a bitch - she is that bitch and people recognize it. That doesn't mean, however, that she goes around making an enemy out of everyone and just casually stepping on all of her classmates. Aaliyah has a tactical mind and chooses her battles wisely. Most of the people who dislike her don't even know if she actually acknowledges them, let alone if the feelings are mutual, because Leah's aforementioned poker face is always up. She can be downright ruthless, manipulative, and completely dominating, and she doesn't apologize for that. She scarcely feels bad for her actions, especially since she mostly uses the negative attributes in cases of protection or vengeance for those she cares for and her own pride. And yes, her seeming inability to face the magnitude of the feelings she sees as weaknesses definitely leave one a bit wanting, but Aaliyah doesn't just rule with an iron fist of fear. She does have respect for her classmates and doesn't sneer down her nose at them like some of her Royal counterparts. Her magnetism enables various peoples to feel comfortable at waving at her in the halls from time to time and whether you know it or not, she knows every name of every student in the school. Made herself do so to be nice. She shows her affection in subtle ways - a quick squeeze of your shoulder in solidarity, making sure those around her have someone to lean on in times of stress without actually saying such, referring to loved ones with terms of quiet endearments, etc. She can be humorous and entertaining at times, especially when she's being a trolling little shit with her dry, occasionally dark humor and deadpanning, or is simply comfortable with you, and there's always so much more about her to discover. She's sexy and perhaps a tad bit vain, but there is no friend or lover quite like the one Aaliyah can be. Or enemy, if you really wanted to go there. She typically does not want to as that is more energy than she would like to exert on trivial matters, but she won't hesitate if it comes down to it. Whichever side of that scale you fall on revolves around you and the choices you make. She's just living her life, trying to be the best supporter for her sister that her mother could never be, and maybe one day, not feel as if every step she takes isn't a disappointment to the one person in her life she genuinely wants to impress.

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Short Term Goals
"My short term goals are in line with both my priorities and what my long term goals will be. I obviously want to graduate and do so at the top of my class. I've done pretty well thus far, though I'm sure there are those who whisper that I'm just as nerdy as the brains of the school. To that, I only respond with a clear picture of myself ruling Wall Street while the rest of the haters either live in the basement of their ailing mother's home or are nothing more than lazy brats still mooching off of their parents' wealth. I'm not concerned with whether or not I get into a school. It's which schools, that make a difference to me. Which is why I spent part of my summer and all of this semester perfecting my personal statement letters and getting all of my application process requirements done as swiftly as I could."
β€’ Graduate β€’ Get Accepted into MIT β€’ Finish At the Top of Her Class


Long Term Goals
"I know there are many who would say that I'm too young to have it all planned out, but it wouldn't be me if I did not. In five years, I see myself graduating from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology undergraduate program with a major in Accounting & Finance. I would like to think that I have been in a long term relationship of some sorts by then, but that's not as important to be as what I've already envisioned. In ten years, I will be working as a financial analyst for Siebert Cisneros Shank & Co. while also having obtained a graduate degree. That would be the start of me truly working my way up the ladder or at least gaining the experience needed for my mother to elevate me to whatever position she needs me on. In twenty years, I see myself as president and possibly married. I'd definitely like a child or two of my own by then."
Aaliyah has always fantasized about working with and for her mother. She always wanted to be a part of her mother's world. And so, that has always been what she wanted: to work in finance and one, day take over Siebert Cisneros Shank & Co.

Aspiration(s)
"I guess you can say that the most important aspiration I have is to be successful. I've pretty much known that this is what I wanted to do since I was young. I always wanted to work with my mother and to do what she does, learn what she learned, and become what she has become. Which is successful. More importantly, she's successful and black, and that is not as common as people would like to believe. I just want to be a woman that my children too can one day be proud of and aspire to be like, even if they decide not to be involved with the company."
β€’ To Eventually Become As Successful As Her Mother β€’ To Make Her Mother Proud β€’ To Be A Great and Loving Example for Her Own Future Children

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Hometown
Detroit, MI, USA

Upbringing
Privileged
Luxurious
Semi-Structured

Idol or Hero
Her Mother

Pets
Lyric || Female || Lavender Albino Python
Tobias or Toby || Male || Blue Eyed Leucistic Ball Python
Chase || Male || Yorkshire Terrier

Dreams
Make Her Mother Proud
Marry Vin Diesel
To Become Sailor Moon

Education
Home-schooled {0 - 6}
The Buckley School {7 - Current}

Socioeconomic Status
Upper Class

Childhood Residence(s)
[590 Dubuar, Northville, MI, USA, 48167]
[60 Sherington Place Ne, Atlanta, Georgia, 30350]

Gulfstream G650 Jet
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Lady Luck
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Current Household
3 Adults
3 Minors
4 Pets
7 Live-In Staff

Pets
Lyric || Female || Lavender Albino Python || 15 yrs. old
Tobias or Toby || Male || Blue Eyed Leucistic Ball Python || 10 yrs. old
Chase || Male || Dogo Argentine || 7 yrs. old
Jinx || Female || Bichon Frise || 3 yrs. old

Secrets
One of her Former Female Lovers Was A Professor at Buckley
Gotten Someone Badly Beaten Up and Ended Their Time at Buckley
A Part of Her Initial Weight Loss Was Unintentionally Starving Herself

Summer Spent
3 Weeks in Atlanta Visiting Her Grandparents
2 Weeks in Detroit, MI
1 Week Yatching
Spinning Classes at the Cycle House in West Hollywood
2 Weeks in Croatia
Fashion Shows

Main Residence
594 S Mapleton Drive, Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, California

Aaliyah's Bedroom
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Modes of Transportation
2017 Mercedes Benz Maybach S 650 Cabriolet
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2016 Porsche Panamera
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|| The Parents ||
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|| Kenneth Bishaw ~ Father ~ Deceased Captain in the United States Army || Suzanne Shank-Ray ~ Mother ~ President and CEO of Siebert Cisneros Shank & Co., LLC & Acting Chief Executive Officer of Muriel Siebert & Co. ||
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"As anyone who is close to me knows, my Dad died in Afghanistan. His unit was attacked during a routine search of the area back in 2005. I was seven. It definitely hit hard because I was young and my Daddy was my world. I remember him calling or video chatting was one of the highlights of my day because Damien was sent off to a private school and I had some of the best tutors in the world all around me, and he was always so refreshing. I can definitely say, without a doubt, that I was closer to my Dad than my mom. Which is why I'm always happy to see meree daadee, his mom, after school since she lives with us now. We visit their home in New York, but it's not enough to say that he's missed. I don't cry about it now, but I definitely bawled like a baby back in the day.

My mother knew from day one that I was to be her heir. Sure, she expected Damien as the oldest to help out as much as he could once he was done with his own military career, which is a long ass story I don't wanna delve in to, but she had high expectations for me. I was reading really early for my age, which was why she had me home-schooled in an environment I was comfortable in. One of the biggest arguments she and her mom have faithfully is the fact that everyone thinks she's put too much on me. I don't disagree. I was speaking three languages by the time I was six and I currently have the highest, if not the second highest, GPA in the school. I kinda have everything planned out and she's always reminded me how much I had to be better than all of these rich white kids who can live off of their mediocrity while I always had to be extraordinary. I know some think that Scandal was being dramatic about that, but I can definitely tell you that they weren't. That's a reality. I'm only seventeen. And yes, I do resent her. She made me tough, and maybe sometimes too cold, and I both hate and adore when people say I remind them of her because my mother is honestly my fucking hero. But there's no mistaking that I feel things for her that I shouldn't and I've never been able to truly say that I was as comfortable as a child should be with their mother when it came to her. I love her and I like to think that she pushes me so hard because the feeling is mutual, but there's no mistaking how much I genuinely do hate when she's home. It's always like everything that I do is not good enough and I'm literally doing the best that I can."


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|| Genneya Walton ~ Younger Sister ~ Dance & Actress || Damien Bishaw-Shanks ~ Older Brother ~ Second Lieutenant in the United States Army ||
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"My nana, my mother's mother, once said that my mom had no right to bitch and moan about some argument she and I had over Gigi because she felt as though I had been the one to raise Gigi. In a way, I can see that. Damien and I were both taken care of by nannies, especially after Dad was killed. My mom would go a full month before returning home and she avoided Damien a lot because he looks so much like Dad. The most involved she was was with me and making sure that I assimilated right, and that I was learning what she thought was necessary for me. I didn't want that for Gigi. She deserved affection from blood and I couldn't make mom come back from Detroit, but I could at least make sure that her life wasn't decided. She already had two kids lined up to take over her financial empire. One child doing what she wanted was not going to kill her. So, it was me who watched Yo Gabba Gabba with Gigi back in the day and it's still me who does her hair most of the time. I literally sat my mother down and had a long argument about how Genneya's grades not being what mine were isn't that big of a deal when she's got back to back acting gigs and is dancing her butt off in competitions. She hasn't failed, so I didn't see the problem. All of that said, I know that there a handful of people who will say that I am heartless and that I am an ice queen, but if there's anyone in my life who's seen some of my warmth, it's this one.

Damien and I are the oldest, and in a way, the closest. Gigi comes to talk to me about everything, but there's obviously things that he and I discuss that I can't say to a pre-teen. He's the kid my mom had when she was still in school with Dad and they weren't trying to be married yet, and he never lets me forget that he's the oldest. He's actually a little shit and if we didn't live in a massive home, I swear to whatever deity you choose to believe in, I would kill him. Luckily, I can say that when Obama called for all of the soldiers to come home, he was one of them. At the moment, he's living with us only because it seems ridiculous for him to buy a house for himself and his daughter when we have rooms to spare and he can at least be assured that someone's cooking for them. Because he can't cook for shit and I'll be damned if he starves my baby."


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"The best thing that came out of my brother's annulled marriage with the thirst trap that shall remain unnamed is my baby Sophie. I had told Damien from day one that Ashley was just another money-hungry, basic looking white girl looking to score big from a family she knew had military money, not to mention a trillionaire. He didn't want to believe me, so I let him learn that lesson. It didn't take long for them to get their five second marriage annulled, but we still had to put up with her ass when we found out she was pregnant. He was deployed at the time, but I swear that if Sophie hadn't been pushed out looking like the spitting image of me as a baby, that bitch and I were going to have to square the fuck up. I know that I can be pretty damn classy at school, but I am very well acquainted with reminding people that I am a Detroit broad first with a dash of Atlantian. Nevertheless, Sophie is the love of my life. I think she's one of the few people I say that I love without hesitation or awkwardness. It probably helps that she demands my love and attention. She demands me, to be quite honest, and I can't wait to unleash her onto those Buckley bitches. If there's one child that I know will pick up my crown one of these days, it's her."

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Senior

Lifer? Newcomer?
"I transferred in the middle of my sixth grade year, so I'm obviously no longer a newcomer. In observance of the unofficial Buckley rules, I'm not a Lifer neither. Nevertheless, that obviously meant nothing when I came here because there was not a person that was going to stop me from ruling these halls as I have."
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Clique
Royals

Are You Happy?
"Here's my thing...different people will tell you that if they really wanted to be a Royal or even a Lister, that they could be. Especially the rich kids who happen to either be B Listers or just...not a Lister at all. The truth of the matter is that your wealth does not matter nor does your sense of entitlement. Being pretty and rich is nothing new. It's mediocre. There are a bunch of rich kids at this school. It wouldn't be so difficult to get in if it weren't. It's a matter of where you fit in the best and where you can thrive the most. Some will say that they are where they are simply because of strategics. They want to be inconspicuous. And it's smart...definitely. Insert yourself wherever you decide to and you have ears in the tightest and darkest of corners within that clique. I definitely don't shame anyone for it. I just knew that when I came here that I would be damned if anyone else exerted any dominance over me. I'm quiet, as everyone is aware, so I was able to listen, be patient, and then make my move. I didn't suck up. I was simply useful until I was trusted and then...well, the rest is history. I didn't need to do a hostile takeover because there was no need for it. I wanted the crown to show some of these skinny rich white bitches that their demographic can be infiltrated and that I'm no one's side bitch. I am the bitch. Call it me needing to be seen all you want or that I need a spotlight, but you saying that is you not knowing me at all. I just knew where I belonged and it was definitely not at the bottom of the barrel nor in the middle where some people have made themselves comfortable."

Would you change? To What?
Absolutely Not

Clubs? Sports Teams?
The National Honor Society and Executive Treasurer for Student Council

What are you looking forward to the most?
"Prom night and graduation, of course. Honestly, I'm more interested in someone else winning prom queen, believe it or not. I won last year when I went because one of my exes, Nate, had said that he always had envisioned me being his prom date senior year and so I'm not interested in the same crown all over again. We were friends and I thought it wasn't a bad idea. My dress was bomb ass fuck. To be honest, I just want the excuse to get a custom made gown for one night, stunt on these heuxes, and then to walk across the stage. It'll be bittersweet to end my reign since I've been the top dog since my freshman year of high school, but there's no denying that it is time for me to leave. I've been over high school for quite some time now."

So begins...

Aaliyah Shanks's Story

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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 4:45 PM


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"What's the point of even having a phone if you ain't even gonna answer it?" Luke demanded the second Derek jogged through the front door, accepting the towel he had purposefully left on the coffee table from his brother. Wiping it over his sweaty chest, Derek took in his brother's attire for the evening. Luke must, as always, be already ready for tonight's impromptu party. It was impromptu in the sense that this hadn't been planned for days to come like most parties the A-Listers threw and it didn't include some random ass theme that forced people to either spend the money they didn't have, or scrounge up stuff together from what they did. It was a regular high school party for high school kids that didn't require too much on anyone's part, a welcoming surprise considering the last two weeks of getting together last-minute projects and cramming for finals. And of course, no matter if it was the usual kind of party they dealt with or not, Luke just had to show off.

"Sorry, didn't realize I was inconveniencing anyone since my girlfriend, you know, the one I actually need to answer to knows that I was going for a run before picking her up," was Derek's response as he removed his hat. It had been his defense against having the sun's ways in his eyes and his hair - despite still being shorter than what he was used to - was wet with sweat underneath. In the process of running the towel over his damp hair, Derek missed the exaggerated eye roll of annoyance from the Wannabe. "Well, you did inconvenience me and I feel as though the best way you can make it up to me is by getting me an Uber in the next two point five seconds or you're cancelled." Derek chuckled, throwing his towel in Lucas' face just to hear the sound of disgust. "Last I checked, you had your own money," Derek reminded him and began to walk away. The party wasn't happening for the next hour and some change, so he figured that he could hop in to take a quick shower and then drive over to Rhapsody to get her to come out. "Yeah, but Gramps wanted to bitch and moan about mom saying something about my web data use and how it made the bill go up, so I had to give her some money or whatever, so are you gonna give it to me or what?" Derek had to pause at his bedroom door then, shooting both an impressed and surprised look his brother's way. "Oh shit, you adulting? Never thought I'd see the day." Derek's explanation probably didn't give Lucas enough credit considering the fact that his brother had two jobs to his own one, but Luke was stingy with his money and that was a fact. Even if it was his part of the phone bill that had possibly stressed their mother out, Luke normally would have bitched right back at their grandfather before storming out and complaining that everyone was against him when he hadn't even done anything, and a host of other things he would have still had lingering under his breath for the next few days. "I'm so used to you being ready to start World War III in here that I wouldn't have even thought you would - "

"Ok, but is you finished or is you done cuz I got places to be, people to see, and bitches to slay?" Luke interrupted with a neck roll of attitude, his annoyance amplified by how lax Derek was being for a guy who had yet to say that he was going to be a good brother for once. Not that Derek wasn't typically a good brother, but Luke honestly didn't have time and his impatience was showing. Derek laughed then and placed a hand in his left sweatpants pocket where his phone was. "And where do you think you're going?" Luke huffed. "I ain't gotta tell you. Who do you think you are? My father?" Derek raised an eyebrow and pulled his phone out. "Nah, just the guy who needs to know the location so that the driver knows where they're taking you." Luke didn't even bother to grant the "oh" his lips had formed for a second an audible sound; he just rolled his eyes, pulled his own phone out, and leaned against the door frame while he explained, "Well, if you must know, Leah invited me to come pre-game with her and let her and whomever else is coming get ready for the party, and then she was gonna be my ride there." And Derek didn't miss the pride in Luke's voice when he spoke. To this day, he wasn't exactly sure why becoming an A-Lister was going to be so great for Lucas in any way. Sure, being friends with Aaliyah could be fun; Derek had proof of that. But still, the fact that his brother was so pressed about it made him wary, but he typed in the essentials before giving Luke a look. "Alright, driver will be here in three minutes. Can you try not to go all out tonight? I do not need to bring you home wasted again.." Luke beamed in triumph. [color=#DEB887]"Mmmm...no promises. Love you!" He sing-songed and skipped away, typing out a text to Rhapsody while Derek text Aaliyah.

To: Leah
Don't let him go overboard like last time.

To: Derek
No promises ;D

To: Rhaps
Ur boyfriend's a party pooper

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Ace's parents always went out of town this week, which made throwing the end of the semester party so easy. This week tended to coincide with his sister's last week of the semester at Columbia, so his parents enjoyed taking a week long trip to New York to coincide with that. His father always had some end-of-the-year meetings to take care of for his company that was based in Manhattan, and his mother loved catching up with old friends and doing some Christmas shopping, before they all flew back to California next Saturday. Sometimes Ace wished that he could join them, because he loved New York, but having a week home alone was definitely worth postponing his New York trip for a few weeks, until he could fit it into his schedule. His post-finals party was always easy, and a lot of fun, so it was something that he was excited for regardless.

While Ace was never the type to be meticulous about his party details, everything usually turned out to be big and fun. He had already had a bunch of his older friends buy a ton of kegs, cases of beer, and bottles of liquor for him, and they were all already set up; mostly in the yard, since his family's house had its own bar set up in its open layout outside area, but with one drink station in the kitchen as well, for those who preferred to be indoors. While he was already expecting a crazy party, in his defense, he always did his best to make sure that there was minimal damage done to the inside of his house, since waking up the next morning with a crazy hangover did not mesh well with having to freak out about how he was going to get a huge vomit stain out of his mother's insanely expensive new couch. He had went out yesterday and bought tons of mixers, cups, ping pong balls and snacks, and he had a few tables set up in the yard for beer pong and other drinking games, and he was paying a junior Animal to DJ the party. Additionally, he had already placed various orders on Grubhub from different restaurants in the area, ensuring that around eight o'clock, they would be getting deliveries of pizzas, burgers, tacos, sushi, and whatever else he had impulsively added to the orders. It all went on to his father's credit card, but Ace had already told his parents that he was hosting a "small gathering" with some of his "closest friends" to celebrate being done with finals, and that they were mostly going to pig out on food and watch movies. That would justify the thousand plus dollars worth of the Grubhub bill, and though he wasn't being entirely honest, Ace knew that his parents knew what he was really up to anyway. He was lying mostly out of respect, he justified to himself, because at least now they could act like they truly had no knowledge that their son was hosting an underage party in their home.

While this party wasn't going to be fancy or super official, Ace had invited over some of the Royals to help him get ready. Some of the girls were hanging string lights in the yard on the tree, to make the ambiance a bit prettier, and the guys were ensuring that the kegs were properly placed, while the DJ was setting up his gear. Ace, meanwhile, sat on one of the stools in his kitchen, and he watched intently as Alyssa, a prep, poured chips into a bowl on the other side of the island. He wasn't truly interested in her, but that didn't mean that he couldn't admire the view whenever it presented itself to him. Besides, she was one of the more down-to-earth A-listers that he knew, so she was always a go-to choice for helping him get ready. Until everyone else got here, Ace was opting to drink beer from the bottle. He would probably move on to drinking from the keg once people started showing up, and there was no doubt in his mind that he would end up turning to liquor before the night was over, but for now, he would be as classy as a seventeen-year-old drinking beer could be. "I love Jules, don't get me wrong," Alyssa said, as she tossed the empty bag into the trash, before returning to face Ace. "But I feel like she's not that into you. I mean, you've been trying to get her to date you for how long? Trust me, Ace-y, if a girl was into you, she would date you the second you offered. Actually, let's be real. She would be the one pushing to date you. If I had one wish for tonight, it would be that you would try to broaden your horizons. Hook up with someone else, for a change." Ace knew that Alyssa was probably right. He and Juliette hooked up pretty regularly at parties, but it was always him who was pushing for more, even if that just meant seeing her soberly and grabbing dinner or watching a movie. She seemed to have little interest in any of that, and in all honesty, that was something that was new for Ace, since he was used to being drooled over. Clearly, the chase was part of the reason that he was so insistent on winning Juliette over, but he considered now that maybe it wouldn't hurt to branch out tonight. The last time he had done so, with Camila, he definitely had nothing to complain about when it was all over, even if she swore him to secrecy over it. Still, though, it didn't keep him from sending a text to Juliette, along with some other people, after he posted a picture of him and Alyssa to Snapchat.

To: Juliette
I'm hurt that you didn't come through to help me set up.

To: Leah
Holding my wife hostage I'm guessing? When are you gonna learn to be a good wingman?

To: Adrien
Bro you better be coming through tonight

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault
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Aaliyah sighed softly, pausing in her fingerwork to stare at the thick mass of dark curls that sat before her. Tiny hunched shoulders remained steadfast in their defensive posture, as if by some miracle the stance would protect them from the vicious enemy. The vicious enemy being her fingers, which honestly weren't even as offensive as Genneya was making them out to be. "Genneya," she began quite calmly, which only served to make said pre-teen wince because despite the tranquil note to her sister's voice, Genneya knew for a fact that underlying it was an annoyance that Aaliyah hadn't allowed to reach her eyes yet. Aaliyah didn't speak for a moment, just reached over to her nightstand - over the sleeping toddler who had made herself quite comfortable tucked into Aaliyah's side after indulging in a few bites of Aaliyah's dessert - to pick up the bottle of The Dudes’ Grandma’s Pecan English Style Brown Ale. Aaliyah wasn't exactly a beer person per say, but their chef Lauren had always said that it paired excellently with her Salted Pretzel Toffee Bread Pudding with Stout Anglaise, whipped cream and candied pecans. And since it was rare for Aaliyah to turn down a dessert and she was supposed to be pre-gaming with her girls, she hadn't hesitated to snack on it (with her niece, Sophia's, help, of course) while sipping beer. While drinking, Aaliyah text Ace back, smirking to herself as she did so. Once she had two strong swallows, Aaliyah set the bottle back down and turned back to the task at hand, finishing her statement, "you have far too much hair to act like you're tender-headed. I'm literally just finishing the big cornrow on the left side and then I have to do the one on the right. I warned you that it was going to feel a little tight when I combined all of the cornrows."

"Yeah, but you didn't say that you were going to make it tight," Genneya whined, shooting a small glare Camila's way just for being in Aaliyah's room and not saving her. It definitely wasn't the senior's fault, but someone had to pay for her misgivings. Aaliyah raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, as if praying for a silent miracle, and then cut her eyes at the drawn curtains that led to her sitting area. She had let Juliette go in there and change and even had Genneya move the floor length mirror in there so that the brunette could see what she was trying on. "But you knew I was going to have to. Your hair doesn't stay in braids for too long unless I make them tight and I refuse to redo them simply because they're making you uncomfortable right now," Aaliyah explained, putting a bit of Kim Kimble's Bounce Back Curl Cream into the palm of her hands, rubbing them together, and then applying it to the braid she was working on. It wasn't going to take long to finish Genneya's hair, especially if Aaliyah managed to ignore her sister's pouting and flinching. Besides, she really did need to hurry if Gigi and Damien were going to sneak out of the house with Sophia sleep. The toddler would have demanded that she go to Glowzone with them and then that Genneya entertain her for the night as if the rest of her classmates weren't who Genneya were there for. "Fiiiiiinnne. But I'm telling Cyd that you're abusing me." That was enough to make Aaliyah roll her eyes. "Have at it then." And once Genneya pulled her phone out of her pocket, she very much did.

To: Cyd
Ur cuzzin is abusin me.

To: Cat
Ur lucky Leah doesn't do ur hair like she does mine. She's abusive D:

To: Ace
Cry me a river ;D

Soon enough, though, and much quicker than Genneya had expected, Aaliyah had finished her hair. It had never taken Aaliyah long to do her hair, anyway. "Alright, you better leave while this one," Leah nodded towards a sleeping Sophia who cuddled further into her side, small head creeping onto Aaliyah's lap, "is down for the count. Have fun. And don't let your brother get on any rides. Tonight is for all of you." If Genneya had truly heard any of what Aaliyah had said, the older Shanks girl wouldn't have known because the child rushed the slide back into her shoes and scoop of her phone and bag before dashing out of the room while exclaiming really fast, "Ok. Thank you. Love you. Bye!" With another sigh, Aaliyah relaxed back against her pillows, fixing Camila with a look. "One down, another one to go." The other one being Juliette. It wouldn't take Aaliyah too long to get ready, especially since her hair and makeup were already done. She had figured out her look for the night already and was quite comfortable with the idea of it. Juliette was always a completely different story. The girl was never really the first one prepared for a really casual party and she was always freaked out when she needed to prepare for one. And freaking out always entailed a shopping excursion Juliette's already stuffed closet didn't need. Speaking of, while Aaliyah reached for her beer again, she called over to the sitting area, "Jules, we're still waiting."

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"Okay, so what do you guys think of this? It's like... edgy chic, right? I bought the body suit forever ago at Armani when I was in New York, and I just totally forgot to wear it. The fishnet look isn't too much, right? I wish Ace could be a little more specific with his dress code! Then it wouldn't have taken me this long to figure out what to wear!" she exclaimed, as she entered the bedroom, even though that assertion was far from true. Juliette could have had two years to figure out what to wear for tonight's party, and as always, she would have waited until the day before, or the day of, to start freaking out about how she had absolutely nothing to wear. It related to how dramatic Juliette was, because these kinds of things almost always resulted in her having at least one mental breakdown where she would send out some emotional group text to her friends about how they were just going to have to leave without her, because her life was horrible and she was in no way, shape or form, leaving her house. Luckily, Juliette had gotten that done and over with yesterday, and then went shopping with her mother that night, making it mentally easier to come over to Aaliyah's this afternoon, since she had shopping bags and shopping bags full of potential outfits. Right now, the majority of them were scattered all over the floor of the attached room that Juliette had been changing in, and as improper as it was, it wouldn't even register to Juliette that it was incredibly impolite not to clean up after herself. She didn't have to clean up after herself at home, she would ration, and besides, having to touch all of those atrocious clothes, that had all looked despicable when she tried them on again today, would only ruin her mood.

Juliette was pretty big on fashion, so it was probably surprising that she struggled so often to find clothes that she liked. Her father was one of the biggest behind-the-scenes names in the fashion industry, so it would have been almost impossible for her to not have such a strong fashion sense in her life, and the struggle really came from her own body image issues. She could recognize that all of the clothes she owned were nice and fashionable, but it was just that she didn't like the way that she looked in them. It was ridiculous, as she had the kind of model-like body where she could pull of almost any look, but that wasn't something that she could register. Nonetheless, after all of the freaking out, she was somewhat satisfied with her current appearance, and if her friends did decide to tell her that she didn't like the outfit, there was a 100% chance that she was going to go home, and they probably knew that too. Juliette was nothing if she wasn't dramatic.

Speaking of Ace, Juliette noticed that he had texted her when she returned to the end table that she had left her phone on. In that moment too, she noticed that Aaliyah's niece was asleep, and made a mental note to be a bit quieter than she normally was. Ace's text made her roll her eyes, and she left it without answering. Juliette did like Ace... just not in a relationship way. She wasn't the kind of the girl who liked addressing her feelings for anyone, so she refused to allow herself to even consider romance as being something that she would possibly engage in. The physical aspect of her relationship with the blonde was enough for her, and she kind of wished that he would leave it there too.

She proceeded to help herself to a sip of the open beer on Aaliyah's night stand, but she grimaced at the taste of even that small sip. It tasted good for beer, but Juliette didn't like beer to begin with (which was why her even attempting it made no sense). "Can I be the bartender and make us drinks? Pretty puh-leaseeeeeeee?" she inquired, remembering the sleeping toddler halfway through her request and quieting her voice noticably at the end of it. She looked to Camila, a mischievous look on her face, as if she had already decided that she was going to go make them drinks regardless of what Aaliyah had to say about it. "I feel like you need something with tequila in it."

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Camila watches through mirror as the last strand of hair slips off of the thin wand with ease, settling with the rest of the loose curls that drape over her shoulders. Now that her hair and make-up are finished, she's ready for battle. Battle being the operative word, meaning her unspoken responsibility to help Aaliyah in making sure the rest of the girls look just as fabulous as the two of them do. Today's subject is Juliette who, for reasons Camila has never been able to fathom, always has the hardest time deciding what to look like for any kind of event. She can only imagine the inner turmoil the royal must have gone through after finding out about this impromptu get-together, the aftermath being a massive group text during which Julliete declared she was by no means going to this party because her closet was unfit for the occasion. Having been to her house many times and even borrowed a couple of her outfits, Camila knows for a fact that is far from the truth. Still, it wouldn't be a real party if Juliette didn't have her official breakdown the day before.

"One down, another one to go." Cami stifles a smile, knowing full well that the one left will be much harder to settle than Aaliyah's younger sister was. The brunette's eyes landed on the next victim as she entered the room, eyebrows raising in a stressful fashion as she explained the events that led her to choosing her outfit. While listening, Camila has half a mind to tell the girl the bodysuit doesn't really suit her, if only to mess with her head because of course it looks perfect on her figure just like anything else would. But Miss Santos is smarter than that and knows that if she indulges her urge to have a little fun with her favorite drama queen it will only result in her ad Aaliyah having to hold her back while she attempts to make a run for the door to go back home and sulk about how mean Camila is to her. Which would then result in them being late.

"Jules, please. You could wear a trash bag and crocks and you'd probably start a new fashion trend." she finally says, deciding to borrow some of Juliette's overdramatic vocabulary. "You look perfect" a dark pink fingernail meets her chin for one tap before adding "Well, almost." before tapping the empty chair in front of her. The wand is still plugged into the outlet and the Too Faced, Urbon Decay and Cat Von D. palettes are spread out and ready for use, along with a few other make-up essentials. Since the only thing left to finalize Camila's outfit is her shoes, she takes the task of doing Juliette's make up to give Aaliyah the time she needs to finish getting ready.

"You're welcome to bring me that tequila after you're completely dolled up" she states, not denying that the thought of a heavy drink sounds like pure bliss right now. But there's no telling how long finishing the girl's hair and make-up will take or how many times she will demand for it to be done again. So far, in the years Camila has known her, she's managed to get perfect the first time around. Still, there's not enough time to take chances. They've got about an hour until the party and Camila hopes to get her fix of liquor before getting to the get-together's location. That's the only way she can guarantee herself a stress-free night.

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Aaliyah had a mouthful of beer and was setting the bottle back down for just a moment when Juliette emerged from her sitting room. The only initial indication of her pleasure at the brunette's choice in party attire was the raise of her eyebrows and a subtle upward lift of the corners of her mouth as she swallowed the full-bodied, malty liquid. The toffee notes lingered on her tongue, but she ignored them in favor of speaking. Much like Camila, because Aaliyah could very much be a little shit, she had half the mind to also make what Juliette would consider to be a scathing remark, just to playfully nitpick at the girl because there really should have been no reason for Juliette to believe that she didn't look good. Nevertheless, the person she would have picking on was Juliette Arnault and the last thing Aaliyah wanted to deal with was the girl trying to lock herself in one of the many rooms of her home or worse, driving all the way back to her own home and insisting that she was not going to go to the party. So, Leah had to go with the best approach, even though she didn't hesitate to roll her eyes before she opened her mouth again. "She's right, Jules. Your life is a fashion statement. If something didn't look good on you, it would more or less be on the designer who obviously would need to pack their shit and never come back." Sighing, Leah ran a hand through her hair, eyeing the toddler beside her for a moment before acknowledging the brunette again. She smirked at Juliette taking a sip of her drink, chuckling even when the girl made a face and set the bottle back down. She took another minute, while Camila prepared their friend for make up and hair, to glance at her niece and consideration, and then pushed herself off of her bed.

"While you two do that, I'm gonna go put this one," she scooped Sophia into her arms, letting the child fuss a little until she settled her head on Aaliyah's ample bosom, "in her room for the night and then I'll come back and get ready." At the last minute, Leah grabbed her phone, rearranged Sophia so that she was holding her more comfortably, and then headed towards the door. Just as she crossed the threshold, Aaliyah tossed a small smirk over her shoulder at her girls and added, "And my drink better have tequila in it too or else." She didn't bother to include that it better taste like something good as opposed to the last time Juliette made her a drink because that one really shouldn't have counted. As well attuned to alcohol as the brunette was, she had made one drink for Aaliyah that Leah had forcibly made her drain after one sip. It probably wasn't as much Juliette's fault as it was Aaliyah's since she had known that her friend was a bit too wasted at the time to be doing anything other than finding a nice quiet place to lay her drunk self down without passing out unattractively, but still the experience lingered. It made her want to laugh, even now, but Leah only allowed her smirk to grow a bit more as she walked down the hall to Sophia's room, unlocking her cell phone once more before pulling up her chat history with Malcolm. Aaliyah didn't really want to know what it said about her, continuing this thing that was not at all a relationship with Malcolm when he obviously wanted a bit more. Then again, she couldn't even fathom why it was so easy for her to immediately think of him when she had a plan for something. Specifically when they could be just away from everyone else.

To: Malcolm
Im thinkin of a kiddie day 2morrow w/ babies. Descanso Gardens or the Long Beach aquarium? Dat one has a live show w/ talking animals

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Malcolm was messing with his watch, tightening so it wouldn't slide off his wrist during the night but was also looking at his reflection in the mirror hanging from the door in his room. "Rhaps. Rhaps." When he wasn't able to hear his little sister respond he rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before trying again. "Rhapsody Iman!" Finally he heard the artist groan. "I said 'what'?!" Their youngest sister could be chuckling as the interaction between the two older siblings. "C'mere, I got something for you to give to Derek." Rhaps rolled her eyes. "I am in the middle of something! You will have to come here." You can clearly see the differences between the jock and the artist as soon as you meet them with just hearing the conversation you can hear the difference in accents while Rhapsody's was a lot thicker and more of what people believed those with French accent spoke with while Malcolm took speech classes just to get rid of his for the most part.

"Stop talking to her and just come over here, for God's sakes. I'm doin' something and she'll end up bald if she moves--... Stop moving!" Rhapsody groaned as her sister tilted her head forward. The oldest rolled his eyes before looking at himself on last time before walking towards the bathroom but stopped the second he saw Angela standing above Rhapsody with his good pair of razors on the back of her neck getting the last small unruly kinks in Rhapsody's hair. "You're seriously getting rid of her kitchen now? That couldn't wait til tomorrow or somethin'?" Angela finished the last small chuck before turning off the razors, setting them down, and turning to her big brother with an eyebrow raised. "No, it could not. What I'm doing with her hair tonight it wouldn't look right." Finally Rhapsody rolled her neck to fix the kink in her neck from keeping her head down for so long. She looked at herself in the mirror, taken back at how she looked for two reasons: one, she wasn't used to having her hair up in space buns seeing that she mostly just let her hair down and let it do whatever it wanted and two, she definitely wasn't used to doing her makeup just because she was going out but her baby sister insisted seeing that Rhapsody wasn't big on partying in the first place. She knew there was a big probability that Luke would be bitter about someone else doing her makeup but, he probably would just like the fact that she was actually using her makeup. She grabbed her phone assuming it was the oldest Escuyos sibling but it was Luke. Speak of the devil. She laughed at the message before texting both of them.

To: Luke
I know. That is what I love most about him. lol

To: Luke
What did he do to you now baby?

To: Mon homme (My man//Derek)
Stop being a party pooper and come get me. You're in for a surpise. ;)


She turned towards the door to see her brother with his arms crossed. "What do you need me to give to your boyfriend?" He lost the smirk on his face. "Nevermind I'll just leave it on the counter," She nodded as he walked out of view and to his room to grab his little surprise for his close friend. "La jalousie n'est pas mignonne pour vous. Vous voudrez peut-Γͺtre regarder cela." (Jealous is not cute on you. You might want to watch that.)

"Oh whatever!" Angela's phone went off on the counter as she handed Rhaps a maroon lip stain that she didn't even know she owned. The younger girl text whoever was on the other side back before looking up at her sister. "I picked like four outfits out from Assata's clothes for you to pick from. I gotta go, my ride's here. Also, put this on right before you get there. " Rhapsody stood up from the chair with a confused look on her face as she grabbed chair she had been sitting it to put it back in their dining area. "Should I not just put it on now?" She set the chair back at their small table. Angela turned around and shook her head. "No, because Derek's picking you up and I doubt it's going stay." Malcolm made a groan of disgust. He knew that Rhapsody and Derek had been together for about a year but that didn't mean he wanted to think about his best friend and his little sister like that. "Well, I'm sorry but it's true. I'll see you guys tomorrow. I'm spending the night at Bethany's. And Rhaps, if you go into that garage of yours and mess up your hair or makeup. I swear to God." Rhapsody just rolled her eyes. "I will not go into my garage." Angela pointed at her with her eyebrows raised before grabbing her overnight bag with her name sewed on the side before walking out the front door. Meanwhile, Malcolm was looking at his phone through the text messages he had with the only one he bothered answering was Leah's for numerous reasons mostly because the other were his teammate already getting drunk for Ace's party. He didn't even notice Rhapsody walking in.

To: Leah
Aquarium for sure. That damn garden just a zoo for plants.

To: Leah
I'll be there soon.


Rhapsody smirked at the appearance of an actual grin on her brother's face as she looked at the bottle of wine on the wooden counter next to him. "Who are you texting?" She tried to lean over to see a name on the phone but seeing that her brother was over a foot taller than her it was close to impossible before he moved away from her with his grin turning into a smirk. "Mind your own but nice try, munchkin." Rhapsody rolled her eyes before grabbing the bottle in front of her. "One of these days I'm gonna get it out of you or D who you're dating."

"Go ahead and try, he doesn't know either." Which wasn't a lie. Sure his friend knew he was... talking to someone or whatever you could call it but he never told him who it was. Seeing that he knew sooner or later Rhapsody's nosey ass would get him to say who it was and he knew what she thought of Aaliyah. She didn't hate the queen bee but she did have her hesitations about her especially with how close she was to Derek and with how she was her primary competition for valedictorian. He didn't need her opinion on it especially because she did take his opinion a year ago even if it did turn out for the best."And we're not dating." Rhapsody turned her smirk into a smile. "So there is a girl." He lifted his eyes up from his phone before sliding it in his back pocket. "I'm not talking about this," He reached in the fridge for a bottle of Grey Goose and put it on the marble counter top next to him."But, here." The look on Rhapsody's face said it all. Her mouth was open with her brows furrowed."What's with the look?" Rhapsody scoffed. "Who the hell is that for?"

"That wine is for you and this is for Derek," Rhapsody grabbed the bottle in shock at how heavy it was. "Why?" Was the only question she could ask while holding the bottle. Tell him it's an early anniversary present for spending one excruciating year with you." She tilted her head to the side as she placed her hands on her hips. "Funny. What is he going to do with it?" Malcolm gestured with his hands. "Drink it. You're uptight and it's rubbing off on him. I wanna have fun with my friend tonight." The artist just smacked her lips before rolling her eyes and putting her hands up in defense as she grabbed the bottle setting both of them behind her. Before she could turn Malcolm was back on his phone probably text some of her teammates about how he was running late but would be there soon. Which exactly what he was doing. He locked his phone and grabbed another bottle of Grey Goose out of the fridge for himself. "I gotta get goin'. I'll see you later."

"Oh, the great listers are calling." Malcolm rolled his eyes before kissing his sister's head. He knew she was kidding even though she didn't have a great taste in her mouth about some of the jocks after what happened between them and Derek but that was between them. The guys had always been cool with him and as long as he didn't need to break up any fights tonight it would be a good time. Before he walked out the door, he turned to Rhapsody just remembering something."Mom and dad will be back at noon tomorrow and I'm probably not going to be here tonight. So in other words, don't be stupid tonight."

"I promise and don't be stupid with your secret little friend either." They both just chuckled before he walked out and Rhapsody made her way to her room to see what outfits she was going to have to choose from. She was pray they weren't all skirts meant to show off that 'cute little butt' as Angela called it seeing that everything Rhapsody was used to wear was loose and flowy not showing off the shape her sisters envied and shirts with slits to show off the little amount of cleavage she had with high ass boots that pretty much went to her thighs since she was so much shorter than everyone else in her family. She knew she meant well but Anglea and her mama always chose outfits out that seemed like she was trying to get a guy, not impress the one she had or make those girls around her jealous. Which was the goal for tonight.

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"This is why I love you guys," Juliette beamed, and with the added reassurance from her friends, she decided to try and be as positive and confident as possible with herself tonight. Outside of her inner circle, Juliette was probably perceived as being fairly confident and comfortable with herself, but that was really only because she refused to leave her house and associate with anyone outside of that inner circle if she wasn't feeling that happy with herself, so it made sense that few people thought of her as being as insecure as she truly was.

Although Juliette's smile faltered a bit at Camila's insistence that they do her hair and makeup before she get them drinks, she knew that it was the best course of action. Juliette could do her makeup well enough, and it was easier to be "good" at makeup when you owned top-brand makeup that had little troubleshooting involved with it, but she knew that Camila was even better. Plus, she trusted her friend more than she did herself, and she knew that while she would find something to complain about on her own face if she did her own makeup, she would feel much more comfortable with whatever Camila did to her, even if it was of the same quality. She sat down beside the girl, waving Aaliyah off as she commented on how her drink better have tequila in it too. That was a given. Juliette was intending on putting double the amount in Aaliyah's compared to Camila's, just for the fun of it. She rarely, if ever, got to see Aaliyah truly wasted to a point where she was a mess, and since Juliette hit that stage quite frequently, she always made it her mission to get her friends there too, even if they rarely did. In her mind, everything was more fun when the alcohol was making the decisions instead of your rational mind. It wasn't so great the next morning, but usually it was worth the deathly-feeling hangover.

"Okay, make me pretty!" she said, ready to relinquish control of her appearance to Camila, before jumping to a different conversation as a new thought crossed her mind. "Wait, okay, so... question: do you think I should go to prom with Ace if he asks me?" she inquired, smiling some, though she was serious. She had no idea that Camila had hooked up with Ace recently, and even if she did, it was questionable whether it would bother her or not anyway. She was only asking because Camila was her friend, and she was sure that in the weeks after Christmas, people would already start asking other people to prom. She assumed Ace was going to ask her... only because as of right now, he seemed like her only option, but her conflict was with whether she morally should go with him or not. Was accepting a prom invitation with someone who you already knew wanted more out of a relationship than you did, bad? Was it a form of leading him on, and mean to do? She didn't know, but like all important questions in life, she was sure Camila would have an answer. Before the girl could respond, she was typing out a text to Aaliyah, as this conversation in itself signaled to her that she couldn't wait until after hair and makeup for a drink.

To: Aaliyah
Bring us tequila sunrises while you're up. ty ily!!!

And put a double shot in hers. Let's get her drunk tn!

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To: Jules
Im comin 2 get changed. Luke's bringin em up

"Hellooooooo, doll." was the greeting Lucas just had to deliver the second he realized that Aaliyah was calling him. He was in her neighborhood and only about five minutes from her house, so he was taken aback by the call. He had already text her to let her know his location. "My love," Leah replied, distracted, as she turned on the television in Sophia's bedroom and turned the sound down low enough that it wouldn't disturb the sleeping child, but also be audible if she decided to wake up before Aaliyah left. She figured that by the time Sophia awoke, which would only be a brief affair since her father said that they had had a long day, the back-to-back episodes of Paw Patrol would lull her into an appeased state. One that would entail her not wandering into Aaliyah's room if she wasn't back yet. Shimmer and Shine always inspired the most captivated of dispositions from the toddler, but Paw Patrol came as a good second and Aaliyah could always appreciate the reprieve that gave her. "I'm about to change. Pick up the tequila sunrises from the bar. You know where it is in my house right?" A reminder that the girl had service staff for that was at the tip of Lucas' tongue and under most circumstances, he probably would have just went and said it. But - and perhaps it was the best thing about their relationship - any interaction with Aaliyah forced Luke to think more. It was frustrating and he knew she knew he was rolling his eyes over the phone, but the only verbalization he gave was an enthusiastic "Sure thing, queenie." On the other end, Aaliyah only smirked. "We're in my room." She didn't bother with anything more for parting words. The click in Luke's ear was the most obvious signal of the conversation being over. He didn't even bother feeling upset about the dismisal. He had a text from Rhapsody to answer.

To: Rhaps
Ur both sickening :p

Once Aaliyah had set out a pack of fruit snacks along with the extra sippy cup of water that they kept in the miniature fridge in Sophia's room, she was planting a gentle kiss on the child's head and her phone vibrated to inform her of another text. The random fluttering in her stomach could've been accounted for anything, she surmised. Even if a part of her knew instinctively - just because of the physical reaction - that it was Malcolm. Ok, bitch, you need to calm the fuck down, she wound up having to tell that ridiculously excited voice in her head, shaking her head as she typed out a quick response. The voice in her head promptly served her a nice middle finger and Leah was almost tempted to drown it in my alcohol than she normally partook in.

To: Malcolm
Just sayin. Babies can appreciate nature

To: Malcolm
Im surprised. Figured u'd b pressed for guy time?

"I forgot to mention," Aaliyah began to announce as she arrived back in her bedroom. At the same time, Luke saw his Uber driver off, and text Derek to let him know that he was at Aaliyah's in case the overprotective dumbass decided to try and call. It had been an Uberpool situation, but since the driver didn't pick anyone else up on the ride, his brother could walk away happily knowing that he spent less than ten dollars. Derek was always the cheaper brother, after all. Luke didn't even need to ring the doorbell when he arrived. Just as he was about to approach the front door, the butler was already opening it, and informed him that the bartender was almost done with the drinks. Back in her room, Aaliyah, unrepentant, peeled off the black camisole she was wearing and threw it on her bed. Even on her pudgier days when she had probably eaten more than she should have, she never really felt the shame that accompanied most teenage girls. Granted, her stomach was rather flat at the moment, but she just didn't have any shame in her or discomfort in showing a bit of her body to her friends. They had seen her in bikinis anyway and at the end of the day, she didn't have to impress them. Or anyone, really. A person either liked what they saw or didn't, as far as she was concerned. "Malcolm's coming over and knowing him, he's bringing a drink. If you want, you guys might be able to convince him to drive tonight or we'll just all share an Uber together. Luke's bringing the drinks up in a few." She toed off her footwear at the end of the bed, not bothering to feel bad about not cleaning up. Leah wouldn't say that she was a neat freak, but she definitely did try to keep her room neat most of the time. Especially with Sophia stomping around, laying claim to both people and objects.

Aaliyah paused in thought at the door to her closet, hand on the doorframe as she glanced over her shoulder at the girls. Her eyes eventually fell solely on Juliette. "I didn't get whether or not Ari was just going to meet us there or come here. You should probably text your other half and see what she's doing." She remarked flippantly, pulling out her phone as another thought struck her. Closing the door to her walk-in-closet behind her, Leah sent a text that had her smirking to her cousin, unaware if she was still entertaining or not.

To: Nee Nee
Look at wat a gr8 cuzzin I am. U might get 2 ride in an Uber witcho boo. Gotta deal w/ Mila too but she can b distracted if u play ur cards right ;D

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The flat blending brush makes a quick swirl in between Camila's fingers before meeting Juliette's skin. The brunette asked Cami to make her pretty, as if she wasn't already. But the statement made Camila feel a small sense of power now that she had full control over Juliette's face. She thought over the sudden question with careful consideration, deep browns focused on highlighting the girl's prominent bone structure. "If you have to ask me whether or not you should, maybe it's a sign that you shouldn't" She pauses for a moment, tapping the excess shadow from the brush on the back of her hand. Part of Camila feels guilty because, as much as Juliette clearly doesn't want to be with Ace, it probably wasn't the best move on Camila's part to hook-up with the guy. But what's done is done and as far as Cami is concerned, there won't be a repeat.

"Ace is great, don't get me wrong. But I'm pretty sure there are plenty of guys out there waiting to ask you, Jules. You have options." Maybe it's her standards that are too high, but Cami has always been a firm believer in never settling. She has made that mistake before and will regret it many times over.

Aaliyah announces her return with a statement about how Malcolm will be attending the party and Camila serves her a quick look. No words are needed really, Leah has become exceptionally skilled at reading Camila's many looks without needing a verbal explanation and given the fact Cami has had a thing or two to say about her...complicated... relationship with Malcolm, for lack of a better word, there's really nothing else she could say. Somehow she has always found herself in these situations, acting as a mediator for the girls and their boy troubles but never having any of her own. Not that she necessarily craves to have any, but the whole thing is just painfully ironic. "All done!" the brunette announces with a satisfied smirk, taking a step back to examine her creation and making sure every line, shadow and highlight is impossibly even,

She gives Juliette a moment to examine the results, praying to the heavens and anyone else that may be listening that she doesn't find anything to knit-pick at. She can hear movement going on outside the bedroom and assumes (and really hopes) it's Luke with a much needed energy boost.

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"True," Juliette replied to Camila, after a thoughtful pause. She wasn't necessarily saying true in regards to Camila's insistence that she probably had other guys lined up willing to take her to prom, but rather at the suggestion that her own doubt on the matter probably spoke to what the right choice was. Camila was good for a lot of reasons, but her insightful words on things like this was majorly helpful for Juliette, who tended to feed off of other people's energy. If Camila had insisted that she definitely should go with Ace, it was likely that Juliette would spend the next few months trying to force herself to like him more than she did, and if her friend claimed that she was horrible for continuing to hook up with him when she was doubting herself like this, then she would end up avoiding him all night tonight, and for as long as she possibly could in the future. Camila had responded perfectly; offering her advice, but allowing Juliette to feel like she was the one who was making the actual choice at the end of the day.

Camila finished her makeup just a moment after Aaliyah returned to her bedroom, and Juliette opted to address the more important of the two first, as she spun towards the mirror to examine herself. As expected, Camila had worked her magic, and as she posed her face at all of her best angles, as if she were trying to take a selfie, she was now convinced that tonight would be a good night. "You're a saint and a miracle worker occupying the body of a goddess, and I love you for it," she gushed, still half-consumed with looking at her own reflection as she thanked her friend sitting beside her. It was only really when Aaliyah was in the doorway to her closet, and turning back to specifically address Juliette that she returned to reality. "You're lucky Cami and I aren't as flaky as Ari," she responded with. "Then you would have to take an Uber alone with Malcolm tonight, and you know we can't have that. Call an Escalade or one of the big Ubers when we're ready, and Malcolm and I will sit in the front row and you two can sit in the back," she suggested, knowing that it would probably elicit some sort of eye roll-type reaction out of Aaliyah, even if she wouldn't get the joy out of seeing it now that the closet door had been closed behind her.

In reality, Juliette had nothing against Malcolm. Nothing against him aside from the fact that she was the kind of friend who loved her friends so much that she could find a reason to get jealous at them for spending more time with their grandmother over her. Given that, whenever she needed someone to go shopping with, or to help her study for exam, and Aaliyah's excuse was that she was out and about with Malcolm, Juliette could momentarily convince herself that that boy was not worth a millisecond of her friend's time. In actuality, though, Juliette thought that Aaliyah had good taste in people. She was smart, not just academically, but socially too, and she wasn't the type of person who wore her heart on her sleeve with her emotions exposed. Juliette didn't necessarily know that something was going on between Aaliyah and Malcolm, but at the same time, she just had a tendency to assume that the only reason why anyone would choose a guy over her was because they were getting something physical out of it that a friend couldn't give to them. "So now that we know that Ari's MIA, and she's going to ditch us for Malcolm point two seconds into the night, who should I expect you to abandon me for? That guy, Nick?" she inquired, turning her attention to her phone for a second to text Ari.

To: Ari
What could possibly be more important than pregaming with your best friends right now?!

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"Thanks for the ride, Riv. You're the best." Poppy smiled towards the jock, River she had gotten to give her a ride home from her cheerleading team's practice since her driver's kid got really sick or something and she did have a heart when it came to the Rothschild's staff especially seeing that the man, Benny had been with the family before Poppy was even born. What was she going to do? Fire him? Of course not just as long as he could drive her around tonight. "No problem, darlin'. So, you goin' to Ace's?" She felt his hand creep onto her leg, but she loved to mess with people so she acted as if she didn't even notice. "Of course. Where else would I be going?" The Southern man chuckled and shook his head. "Fair enough and what are you doin' after?" She shrugged. "Depends on how the night goes and you?" She could feel his hand tighten on her bare thigh right above her leather black shorts with a smirk creeping on her face. "I was thinkin' what about you and me," Before he finished he was leaning into Poppy trying to get a kiss but Poppy did have some standards, she wasn't about to start something in a car right outside her house where the cameras could easily see the pair. She pulled her face away as she reached for her bag from the back seat of the 2018 Range Rover. "Nice try, Riv and I'll let you know. But, I really do need to start getting ready. See you there." She winked towards him while opening the door not even paying any mind to jock chuckling as he looked up at his sunroof.

He was a sweet guy, really he was. But that was the problem, he was too sweet for Poppy's liking. On top of that, he didn't check any of the boxes she had for her criteria. He was a sophomore, kind of, but not really upper middle class (she only took upper class, thank you very much), he was too sweet, and the biggest problem, he was a jock. They just weren't her type, she liked them... bad. A challenge. An animal, which was a type she'd take to her grave. The last two guys she had been with were animals, including 'the King' himself, Caspian Siyansky. A conquest she isn't proud to say was still going on but, hey what are you gonna do? He was the complete opposite of her and it was sexy as hell to her. The gates opened for the girl no doubt meaning their security saw the scene that had just unraveled. Not that she really cared. Nothing happened. She smiled towards the camera before walking in with her silver booties clacking against the cobblestone leading to her front doors. She pushed the doors open putting her cheerleading bag and backpack on the wooden table set right by the door just so Poppy would stop throwing it on the floor because she was too lazy to put it in her room with her. She didn't see her parents' cars out front so she could assume that they were still on the week long date 'night' trip to somewhere in Europe. Poppy didn't really listen when they said where they were going.

She made her way from the foyer, up the stairs, and to her room which was the second largest since she kicked a screamed to make her parents let her have the eldest Rothschild's girl room seeing that she moved out and had a family of her own. She had no need to have a huge room in their house if anything she deserved the maid's quarters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hand through her wet, ruby locks after she had taken a shower right after practice so she could save time. She didn't even waste any time, she tossed off her clothes and changed into her outfit for the night to see how great she looked it. She looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors in her walk-in closet with a smirk as she turned to the side to see how her pants hugged her waist. "Perfect." She grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. "As always." She grabbed her robe to put on over her outfit so when she did her hair and makeup it wouldn't get dirty or wet because this outfit was perfection and she was not taking it off until later this night if it went as planned.

She sat at her vanity in her room and sent a text to one of her 'in case of emergency' numbers which was a maid, Yvonne that worked for the family for around a year but pretty much worked as Poppy's stylist since that what she wanted to do in her career anyway. Within minutes, the young Russian girl who was only twenty-two was in her room looking at her outfit to get an idea of what to do with her hair and makeup. Poppy could do it herself, she was good at it but if you have someone to do. Let them do their job. As the blonde got started on her hair Poppy was on her phone, looking at the messages she missed with at practice and taking several photos of herself. The pair were in silence other than the pop music playing through her speakers throughout her room to fill the awkwardness. It wasn't until she was done with her hair which was completely straight with a middle part and almost done with her makeup, only needing to put on her lipstick and fake lashes. Yvonne cleared her throat. "Where are you going tonight?" Yvonne always seemed afraid of Poppy and with reason, sure but she liked Yvonne. She wasn't going to bite her. "A party all my friends are going to since grades were turned in today or something, I don't know. I'm just always looking for an excuse to look cute."

"You always look cute though." Ah ha. There it was. Poppy shrugged before chuckling."Okay as much as I love you for saying that. I can tell when someone's looking for a favor. So, what do you want?" Yvonne chuckled in embarrassment and tried to ask like Poppy was wrong. "I do it to my mom. Just say it. What is it you want?" She whipped her head up towards the blonde with a raised eyebrow when she was reaching for the lash glue. "A night off for a date." She scoffed. "Someone got a match on Tinder but fine, whatever. I don't care. Now was that so hard?" She laughed a bit before opening her messages to send one to the king, himself. Mostly to tell him her intentions but also hoping he was with that friend of his so, she could hopefully piss Rhiannon off from afar. And another to Leah.

To: Casper
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night

To: Leah
hey love! I should be otw in like 15-20 :)

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo
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Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
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Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
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Cydnee considered trying to get ready while Cat was still in her bedroom, but she knew that was going to be more trouble than it was worth. The energetic redhead would either insist on trying to do Cydnee's makeup for her, or if Cydnee left her vanity unattended for even a minute, she was sure that Cat would find her way into her expensive stuff and somehow find a way to ruin it. Instead, Cydnee opted to walk her downstairs. She didn't specifically tell Cat to get out, because she wasn't that stressed out where she needed to be rude, but also because she knew Jasmine would get there eventually to pick her up, but forcing her into the foyer of the Shanks home was the closest she could get to doing just that. "Don't be touching your face like that. You know that's bad for your skin, don't you?" she said, doing her best not to sound snappy as she watched the girl glide her fingers over the highlighter on her cheekbones. Not only was people touching their faces a pet peeve of Cydnee's (because she was one of those people who hated the idea of people letting their dirty hands cause breakouts on their skin), but she didn't want the girl to somehow mess up the makeup. Even if Cat didn't ask her to redo it, Cydnee would feel compelled to do so, because anyone who walked out of her door with a face of makeup was a reflection of her. Doing a bad job (even if it wasn't her fault), would only make her bad, and in turn, possibly deter future clients from inquiring.

"My hands are clean!" Cat insisted, though she did drop her hand back to her side. "I just wanted to make sure you made my face shimmery too!" she insisted, though with the setting spray that Cydnee had sprayed on her, little of the makeup even came off when she touched her face, so she still felt half-convinced of it, even as she peered into one of the mirrors on the wall to confirm that the highlighter was there. "Are you sure that you don't want to just come with me and Jasmine and everyone else now? You can sit on Sam's lap if there's no room in the car. He won't mind! You don't wanna be late!" she chirped, though she was barely even listening to herself speak as she opened up videos on Snapchat of people she followed. As she was watching a Snap, she got a text from Jasmine, saying that the girl was already waiting outside. "She's here! You're really, really, really sure that you don't want to come?"

Cydnee was glad that Jasmine had arrived, and was also glad that she had informed a staff member to be expecting the girl's car shortly, so that the gates to the residence were already open for her to drive through, shortening the amount of time she had to wait even more. "I don't have an ounce of makeup on," she said, as if Cat were stupid to even think she would possibly say yes to leaving now given that. "Just go, I'll see you when I get there, okay?" she said, holding the front door open for the girl. She liked Cat, but she liked her in small doses. Too much, and she was a headache waiting to happen. "And keep those damn hands away from your face!" she chastised once more, as the girl was heading out.

"Okay, okay!" Cat called out to Cydnee, as she did her best to run carefully in her heels out to Jasmine's car. She assumed that she was going to have to sit in the back seat, but her face lit up when she spotted the passenger's seat empty, and she quickly took the opportunity to round the car and claim the seat as her own. She didn't even question why it was empty when Sam and Bea were in the car too, instead basking in the happiness of getting to sit next to Jasmine, but with all of them in the same car, overall. "Hi people!" she gleamed when she slid in, shutting the door behind her. "Tonight's going to be so fun! You all look so pretty! Even you, Sam!" she said, and it wasn't because she meant that Sam naturally looked unattractive, but more-so because she considered "pretty" to be a feminine adjective, and felt the need to clarify.

When Cat was outside, Cydnee quickly shut the door behind her and returned to her bedroom. She read Aaliyah's text along the way, and smirked at it, though she was sure her cheeks grew hotter at the sight of it, too. Aaliyah was the only person who knew that she had a very unexpected thing for Juliette Arnault. It was a crush that Cydnee wasn't necessarily proud of. Juliette was a spoiled brat, who wasn't smart or kind or anything else that would be somewhat admirable in Cydnee's book. It was the way that she was so easy to bother, and get a reaction out of, that probably enhanced the fun that she hand bothering Juliette, but she always felt more than just amusement when she provoked and teased the Royal. She didn't want to have a crush on her, but it was one of those crushes that she couldn't shake, no matter how hard she tried. While she had come to terms with the unwanted feelings by now, what made the matter all the more difficult was that she couldn't stop being mean to Juliette. Even if the snarkiness was only meant playfully (or at least some times it was only meant playfully), Juliette was so sensitive that Cydnee knew that the girl disliked her, and Cydnee had too much pride to stop antagonizing her and try to approach the crush aspect of their relationship in a way that had any possibility of actually panning out in her favor. It was... complicated to say the least, and she knew that Aaliyah knew that too, which was why she had to respond back in the way that she did.

To: Leah
You don't get cousin of the year award til she's sitting on my lap... or... elsewhere... and definitely not in the seat next to me. Sorry boo, if you're good enough you'll keep trying for your favorite cousin tho <3

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It never took long for Malcolm to get to the Shanks' house seeing that the manor was less twenty minutes or so away from the Vincent household but what he always seemed to forget was that if you needed to be anywhere in LA, you needed to add ten minutes to that time with how much traffic that would be at 5. He was honking his horn and groaning when he saw his phone light up. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down from, reaching for the phone to see Leah's name. He chuckled before swiping it open. While he was answering to her, he didn't notice the light turning green and the cars ahead of him moving forward making the car behind him honk. "Alright, I'm movin'. Damn.". Driving his car, he grabbed his phone and pressed sent before putting it back down so he wouldn't get into an accident or something.


To: Leah
animals are nature. and there'll be time for guy time after I get some time with my girl



He knew Leah wasn't exactly 'his girl' but, he certainly knew that he was more than just some guy she liked to hang around with, even if she didn't want to admit it to him or even to herself. She didn't have to with how the two interacted it was clear there was holding her back. It was infuriating, sure. Annoying, absolutely but it wasn't enough to make him just throw his hands up and walk away from whatever it was Leah and him had going on. Before he knew it he was in front of Leah's house fixing himself up before getting out of the car with his phone in his back pocket and bottle in hand. The butler who answered the door just smiled towards him knowing who Malcolm was. He spent too many days and nights here not to have the staff know who he was or at least know his face. He set the bottle down and decided it was probably best for him to text her instead of just barging upstairs.

To: Leah
come be a good host and come say hi. ;)


While waiting for a response or hearing her come down the stairs Malcolm decided to send a text to Derek to make sure he or Rhapsody didn't do anything too stupid before getting to the party.

To: Derek
make sure Rhaps doesn't do anything stupid. and dont do anything stupid urself.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault
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Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
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The corners of Camila's mouth twist up in amusement at Juliette's question. Not because of Nick particularly, though she never has thought of him in that way before, but more because Juliette should knew her better. "Really Jules? I'm offended" she jokes, taking a minute to make sure the brunette's hair is perfect and up to par with her make up, which she thankfully approves of. Not that Cami would have particularly minded doing it over, but this way she can take a second to breathe and Juliette can leave the Shanks residence content with how she looks. "I don't do the boy drama thing, I'm merely here to advise. Besides, you'll probably be the one ditching me." she adds with a soft smile as she makes herself comfortable on Aaliyah's spacious bed, because regardless of Juliette's lack of feelings towards Ace, there are still appearances to be kept.

The moment the bedroom door opens and Luke announces his presence, Camila feels a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She likes Luke, don't get her wrong. He's great to have around, but in small amounts. Granted, on a day like today when she doesn't particularly feel like she's in the right mood to party on, a little bit of Luke's enthusiasm with a side of alcohol could do her some good. "Thank you" she sing-songs as she takes two of the drinks, handing one to Juliette. "Queenie isn't prepared to see her subjects just yet." the brunette mutters, absentmindedly taking a long sip of the drink. She really appreciates how heavily it's been prepared, just the right amount of morale boost. The Shanks estate bar always has the best drinks. "But look at you" she adds, eyebrows lifting slightly to graze over the boy's attire. He may be a little much at times, but Cami especially can't deny he's got good taste. "Who's the lucky target tonight? And don't tell me there isn't one because that's the kind of outfit to wear when you're either trying to make someone jealous or hoping to end up in someone's bed"

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To: Nee Nee
Lmao guess yo ass betta get 2 werk

By the time Aaliyah received the text notification that she was assuming was from Malcolm, she was fishing for specific rings to wear for the evening. One look into the full length mirror of the walk-in-closet and Aaliyah was reminded of how...different her style was in comparison to most who had been in both her clique and position. She wouldn't be the first to point it out and it had been a long time since Aaliyah had felt even the slightest twinge of shame in her person for not being able to conform completely, though she was sure none of her friends truly knew that she had even wanted to conform. She was aware, especially when she first appeared at Buckley, of how urban her style was. Despite her familial wealth, she couldn't exactly get Detroit out of her. There were not enough fancy dinners nor tea parties to rid her of the style she emulated from the girls in Detroit and the cousins she visited. The varying styles of herself and her Royals weren't enough, now that she was older, to make Aaliyah feel self-conscious and she was still loathe to consider ever admitting that it ever was, but she also could not ignore it. There was a complete difference, after all, between wearing the most expensive items money can buy and wearing clothing - albeit, fashionably - you know that others like you would not be caught dead purchasing. Aaliyah just knew that her outfit deserved an ootn post before the sun really started to set for the evening.

Fixing her personality glasses on her face, Aaliyah picked up her phone once more to read the text she received. It made her bite her lip, thumb hesitating in sending an emoji or even a message in response to Malcolm. Just reading him - hearing was so much worse - refer to her as 'his girl' created a warring influx of feeling that made Aaliyah pause, even though she heard Luke make a loud enough entrance to incite her own presence. On the one hand, much like Juliette with her Ace situation, Aaliyah didn't want a relationship with Malcolm. That wasn't fair - she didn't want to want a relationship with Malcolm. Wanting was hoping and hope was too brittle of a thing beating in time with her heart against her rib-cage. Left her too on edge, too breathless and not herself and who was she if she was not always in control? And there was hardly a piece of her that liked the idea of not being in control of any and everything that she could be in control of in her life.

Yet and still - on the flip side - her pathetic little heart beat too wildly for her to ignore when he did something as simple as wrapping an around her shoulders when they were watching a Fast and Furious marathon despite both having seen the films once or twice before. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt him come up behind her, lips pressing a way too tender to be...appropriate for what they had kiss to the back of her head as he unnecessarily reached out around her person to refill her mug of coffee. Something absolutely clenched at just the memory of his scent against her pillows - that him calling her his, even when she was adamant (and right about it) that she was not - just flat out did it for her and made her want to smile so hard that biting her lower lip was the only way to stop the apparently instinctual muscle reaction on her face. Not bothering to respond to him, Aaliyah pocketed her device and walked back to the door of her walk-in-closet, emerging from the spacious room just in time to hear Luke begin to respond to whatever Camila had asked of him.

Luke could not help but do a small twirl the second Camila acknowledged his attire, absolutely preening because it was one thing for him to know that he had walked out looking fabulous and that no one could actually tell him a damn thing. But it was a completely different thing when a Royal complimented you, especially to Camila. Second only to Camila, and secretly Camila scared him just a bit more because at least Aaliyah humored his antics; sometimes, Luke could tell that the other senior Royal only tolerated him. So, his ego couldn't help but get fed by her attention, though he couldn't do anything too dramatic with his hands since he still had his and Aaliyah's drinks in them. However, her mentioning a certain anyone being on his agenda for the evening gave him pause. A feat that not many could say that they could do or at least, be responsible for even when they weren't there because it really shouldn't have been so easy for his face to pop into Lucas' mind. Luke could honestly say that he hadn't gotten dressed with Roman in mind. The two were only sleeping together occasionally, after all. Nothing special about that. But the second Camila alluded to there being a person and the guy was the first face to pop up, and the only one that remained, which made Luke's cheeks grow hot. He was inexplicably drawn to the Animal, caught up so irrevocably that his typical loudness was not enough to to drown out the deafening validity of his crush. But, even though Luke wanted nothing more to truly feel like he belonged with this group and therefore should want to trust them with explaining that, he couldn't verbalize it. So, he smiled coquettishly and replied, "What can I say? Bad boys just do it for me." Which wasn't technically a lie.

"And here I was thinking that boys in general did it for you," Aaliyah interjected, half distractedly as she was going to go downstairs to see Malcolm but also in such a joking manner that it was hard to notice that she wasn't fully there in the room with them. Luke whirled around quickly, twisting himself almost off balance. It made her smirk. "Always gotta be the high maintenance one, huh?" Luke grinned, handing her the alcoholic beverage as he replied, "Never anything less, darling." The Wannabe took a moment to take in her attire, whistling. "And y'all talking about me but look at her! Looking like a right snack." Leah grinned,
pleased. "Someone had to show you up, ya big diva." Luke only mocked an insulted expression, hand on his chest and all. Chuckling, Aaliyah took a sip of her tequila sunrise, sighing in appreciation at the way the cold sweetness gave only the slightest hint of burn to her throat before sliding down into her core. It at least allowed her to believe that the prickling sensation on the surface of her skin was in response to the icy beverage, and not the proximity she was about to deal with to Malcolm. "I'm gonna be back and then we can order an Uber, but you," she gestured to Juliette with her eyes, "should probably decide how many more of these drinks you're gonna need to deal with Cyd riding with all of us because family or not, I'm not letting that bitch drive any of my cars and I apparently can't not leave without her unless I wanna hear meree daadee before the driver can even pull away. And I love you, but I don't love you enough to deal with that at three in the morning because she will actually wait up just to cuss me out." Aaliyah more than likely could get away with leaving Cydnee to fetch her own Uber, but using the girl she knew Juliette wasn't exactly enemies with but definitely wasn't friends with to her advantage wasn't beneath her. It was distracting enough for the girl not to wonder what she was doing, even though they were both aware that Malcolm had been on his way. Camila noticed and they could always (grudgingly) have that conversation later and Luke just knew better. Briskly, Aaliyah was taking another, much longer drink of her alcohol and walking out of her room, each step to the foyer - even as her mouth eased into the a grin while still being occupied with her straw - in contrast to her quickening pulse. She wasn't by any means an alcoholic, but there was no denying how much she genuinely felt like she needed the alcohol in her hands as she approached Malcolm. Especially since he looked far too delicious. It was already distracting and she hadn't even heard him say a damn word.

"Yours huh?" Leah inquired, releasing the straw from her painted lips to speak.


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Generally, Juliette liked Luke's presence. He definitely made a statement with nearly everything he did, and sometimes the attention he liked to draw to himself was a bit off putting for her, but overall, he was a lot of fun. He liked to enjoy himself, he was humorous, and he was the kind of person that you could never have a bad time with - or at least, a boring time with. There were times when his straight-forward, diva-ish blunt personality upset her, because she was sensitive and anyone telling her that something didn't look good on her hurt her feelings no matter how it was phrased, but as much as he was to blame for whatever he said, she was also to blame for being dramatic. Luke was a nice kid, and if nothing else, he was someone that Juliette could count on to have fun with even when she was wasted. However, seeing him enter Aaliyah's room in an outfit that was definitely well put together, cute and edgy, and yet in her mind, was far too similar to hers simply because of the all black plus fishnet look, immediately had her internally questioning why Aaliyah dared to invite him over. She liked Luke, sure, but she didn't want to show up to a party looking like she had purposely tried to match outfits with him. Even if no one assumed that or even noticed the similarities in their outfits, especially since the fishnet look in hers was fairly more subtle than in his, it was going to bother her. After a few drinks, she would get over it, but she didn't want to show up with him, and enter the party at the same time. In her mind, somehow that would make it more noticeable to people.

Why she even cared about this was up for debate to begin with. It wasn't like matching outfits with someone was necessarily embarrassing. She and Camila were both wearing black. Juliette had no problem with that. Maybe it had to do with Luke and his status as a B-lister, or how despite Aaliyah included him, how other people sometimes found him to be too much of a weirdo to do more than laugh about... or maybe it just had to do with how much of a drama queen Juliette could be. Even she wouldn't have been able to give you the answer to that. All she knew was that seeing him dampened her mood, and she found herself sipping on the drink that Camila handed her faster than she normally would have. It had her remaining silent, lips puckered tightly around her straw, especially after Aaliyah came out and informed her that Cydnee would be travelling to the party with them. Now, instead of the car seating arrangements involving her and Malcolm in one row and Aaliyah and Camila in the other, she was going to ensure that no matter what, she was going to be sitting in a different row than both Luke and Cydnee. If Aaliyah wanted to tell her otherwise, Juliette definitely was not above being immature and calling her own Uber instead.

Her sudden silence probably made it obvious that she was bothered by something, but surprisingly, she wasn't going to make a scene about it. She was smart enough to realize that she didn't have enough pull in this situation. Aaliyah hadn't even given her a chance to object before leaving the room, which meant that Juliette had no chance at talking her out of including Cydnee in their transportation plans. She also was still struggling with engaging with Luke now that he had found his way to her shit list, to no fault of his own, so she couldn't even partake in gushing with Camila about what guy he was going to go for tonight. Instead, she opted to suck her drink down at the speed of lightning, while texting Ari back, and messaging Cat back through Snapchat, after watching the video she had sent her a few minutes prior.

To: Ari
Are you kidding Ari? Now I have to deal with Luke, Malcolm AND Cydnee all by myself. You should know by now that I'm the only one who's allowed to run behind schedule!!! When you do clearly catastrophic things happen and now I'm going to have to get wasted if I want even a chance at having a semi decent night

To: Ari
And Leah and Cami both look perfect so don't go all out. I don't wanna be the ugliest :) <3!

To: Cat Valentine
Love it!!!

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Jeanette R. Abategiovanni Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Ace Bronson Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Malcolm R. Vincent Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault
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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 8:30 PM


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Location: The Bronson Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault
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C Y D N E E . B L A C K

Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Bronson Residence | Backyard
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CHARLOTTE β–Ώ ARNAULT

Outfit: Outfit
Location: The Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45

How Cydnee had allowed Charlotte to convince her into playing beer pong was beyond her. She didn't think of herself as being particularly bad at the drinking game, and maybe at the casual hangouts among her Artist friends, she wasn't. However, having Charlotte as a partner, despite Cydnee being convinced that the girl was high enough where she should have been chill and relaxed, automatically meant that she was playing on some ultra-competitive level that she wanted no part in. The fact that they had managed to beat a pair of Wannabe girls and moved on to verse Charlotte's brother and his partner, who happened to be Ari Rollings, a Royal, only made Charlotte's desire to win amplify by one hundred and still, Cydnee wanted no part of it. She just wanted to be sitting down on one of those nice soft couches on Ace's patio, with a glass of something in her hand that wasn't the beer she was currently holding. One game of beer pong would have been fine, but now that they were on game three and finally severely losing, she was definitely over it. Out of the ten cups that had initially been present on each side of the table, only two cups remained in front of her and Charlotte, and seven were still left in front of Adrien and Ari. The three that were gone had all been of Charlotte's doing, and over the past five minutes, the Rebel wouldn't let her forget that. "Can we just forfeit so I can go on with my life?" Cydnee said to Charlotte, her voice displaying how over this game she was, as she barely put any effort into tossing the ball towards the other end of the table. It missed; no surprise.

"Cydddddddd," Charlotte groaned, tossing her head backwards as she watched the girl's shot miss the many cups that were left on the opposing side of the table. "Why didn't you tell me that you sucked this badly before I put my reputation on the line by making you my partner?" she continued, only somewhat playfully. She tossed back the last bit of beer that was in the cup that the opposing team had knocked out during their last shot, before carefully throwing her ball across the table. Thankfully, it went in, but when they still had to knock out six cups, as opposed to the two that Adrien and Ari had left, it wasn't much to celebrate. "I'm not forfeiting against my brother. He usually sucks more than you do. Forfeiting when it's only him we're up against would be beyond embarrassing," she added. In reality, she knew her brother was good at the game (being good at beer pong was one of the few redeeming qualities on any jock's resume, in her opinion), and Arizona was surprisingly decent herself, but Charlotte was competitive, and she wasn't going to admit that. "Besides, we still have a chance at winning." The likelihood of that was low, and Charlotte was smart enough to know that, but she wasn't one to admit defeat.

"Baby girl, you're lucky I like you, that's all I'm gonna say 'til this game is done with," Cydnee responded with amid an eye roll, at Charlotte's refusal to end the game now. It didn't keep her from continuing to look around the backyard for some means of escape, though, even if she didn't know what that could be yet. While she was at it, she managed to send out a few texts too.

To: Rhaps
Haven't seen your pretty face around yet. Don't tell me I'm gonna end up as one of the few Artists representing at this party tonight. Don't do it, Rhaps! Don't make me come for you

To: Leah
Child you better come get your billionaire bby. Get your tongue out of Malcolm's mouth for a min bc I can tell she's feeling neglected w this attitude she's showing me and you know I'm not here for that!! Not when I'm getting no love and you're getting him!!

To: Cat
I didn't forget my promise. I'm gonna make you a drink in a min unless you messed up your face then you're dead to me

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Malcolm R. Vincent Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault
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Location: Ace Bronson Home
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"Will you stop?" Aaliyah hissed, though it felt like her current company was definitely ignoring her at this point with his lips attached to her skin. And considering the frustration in her voice was bordering on breathless, it would be safe to assume that she wasn't exactly as against their current occupation of one of Ace's guest bedrooms as she was trying to be. They had already indulged in a rendezvous before the party even began. After making her excuses about Sophia and how she couldn't just leave with them at the time that the group had planned - to be fair, though, Sophia had woken up from her nap and sought her out before she left due to a minor nightmare - the others had been gone and well, come on! Malcolm looked like a righteous meal any other day of the week. Even if she were to deny the validity of there being something far more serious between them, she could never deny that. They hadn't even made it then to her bedroom; she'd politely grabbed him by the wrist, closed the door to the family room - and thank whatever deities her grandparents wished she at least believed in that her daadee had not been making her rounds around the place before bed because the elderly woman would have seen some things - and then proceeded to press kisses to whatever skin she could get her hands on while attempting to press him against said door.

Considering their difference in strength, her position of power didn't exactly last long, but neither of them really had anything to complain about at the end of the day.

The two had been about fifteen minutes late to the party, but once a few cheerleaders pressed a shot glass of vodka in both of their hands, the night had been set. Malcolm had been whisked away by his boys and Aaliyah's attention was dragged to a few other Listers, a few of whom she had happened to have been on the dance floor outside with when the urge to use the restroom emerged. She had genuinely had to use the bathroom, did the do, and washed her hands, closing the door behind her when large hands grasped at her hips and pulled her to a nearby bedroom. If it hadn't been for the fact that Malcolm had let her know it was him, she would have followed through with her intention to elbow whomever had the audacity to grab her like that. Also, if it hadn't been for the fact that she had just enough alcohol in her system to feel daring, Leah probably wouldn't be in her current position: Malcolm's mouth is hot, open, and slick against the knobby vertebra at the bottom of Leah's neck; the planes of his teeth are hard and blunt against her skin; and his heavy, exerted breathing rattles out of his ribcage at the slow grind they've somehow taken up in time with the music they can feel pulsing from beneath their feet. Malcolm's fingers have found holds in the divots of Leah's hipbonesβ€”where she can feel the bruises extravasating beneath her skin β€” and no, she does not fucking whine, but she does somehow moan, gasp, and giggle all at the same damn time because somehow she's ticklish where his hands are, even while her body revels in the intimacy of the hold. And even though she had more than one shot, it wasn't enough for her to pretend as though alcohol was the sole reason behind what she would usually call reckless. "We're missing the party."

Malcolm chuckled as he pulled away from her for a second and smacked his lips. "I have all of this in front of me. Do you really think I care about missing that party right now?" He pressed their bodies closer together after starting to kiss the crook of her neck with one of his hands moving to the wall behind to keep the pair steady while the hand remained firmly on her hip. The giggle burst forth from her lips before Aaliyah could control it and she sighed, leaning back against him for a moment and lulling her head back momentarily to give him more access to her neck. "Greedy ass," she murmured, teasingly. A second later, and she was turning around to face him, her back against the wall as she leans up to kiss him. Usually, her heels add some sort of height, but considering the fact that she was currently wearing sneakers, Aaliyah had no such luck on her side. It didn't mean she wasn't going to make it work, though. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, not really certain what part of him she wanted to touch but damn certain that she was going to lay hands on skin somewhere. She ends up with her hands cupping Malcolm's hard jaw, skin roughened by the slightest hint of stubble, the tips of her middle fingers pressed into the hollows beneath Malcolm’s ears. It's quite easy, for just a moment longer, to pretend as if she isn't at a party where she usually is with her friends and currently is not. But the thought still bugs her and although his lips are a welcome distraction, Aaliyah pulls her face from his soon. "You do know that we're going to be together all day tomorrow, right? Someone might start looking for us."

When Leah moved away from him for the second time, he sighed. He looked at her full lips before looking into her eyes with a smirk on his face. "Oh, I didn't plan on spending all day with you, Leah." He tried to seem serious for a minute before moving with a smile. "Just kidding. If someone asks then we'll come up with something. A little lie never hurt nobody." The jock raised his eyebrows. "Or is this your way of saying you don't want me around because I will gladly spend my time with one of my other favorite girls. Hell, maybe I could spend the day with Rhaps thinking of ways to make her GPA better than yours." He was completely kidding, there wasn't anyone else who he could call his 'favorite girl', who was outside the group of his mother and sisters but that didn't he could tease her about it, make her a little jealous. "That sounds a lot better than some botanical garden anyway." Aaliyah's eyebrows rose, not in surprise, but simply as an indication of her absorbing what he had just said. In truth, Aaliyah wasn't a jealous person. She didn't care if someone else was considered prettier than her or even smarter; she just liked entertaining the notion of there being a competition between herself and Rhapsody because it influenced her desire to do better. Made her genuinely want to put actual work and passion in her assignments to get the best scores. And she didn't bother being upset with the idea of someone she wanted wanting to be with someone else...at least, usually. If you were hers, then there was no need to question it because it was what it was. Except...even though Malcolm mentioned his sister, there was a tightening in her stomach that made her inwardly frown even as a smirk formed on her face, even as the still forming marks he left on her neck throbbed with the reminder of what they had been doing. "Really now? If that's what you want, then go for it," she replied, folding her arms over her chest and shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "I'll be sure to find engaging company elsewhere. Siyansky...he's such a flirt whenever I come around, but he's not a bad guy. Pretty sure I can...persuade him to entertain me and my baby tomorrow." Aaliyah said the last part as of pondering the scenario and even began to move away from him as if she was heading towards the door.

Malcolm scoffed at the idea of Leah and Casper. He knew that was a joke because overall, Malc was confident in himself and he knows if it came down to it. Her having to choose one of them to go along with her and her niece, it would be him. There wasn't a doubt in his mind. "Fine, have fun with that. Your niece will like me better than him anyway." He licked his bottom lip as he saw the queen bee making her way to the door. "Nice try." He used one of his hands to hold her by the waist to pull her back towards his body. He looked down at her for a moment, looking her up and down while softly biting his lip. He set both of his hands on her base of her back right before grabbing something else. Not that he didn't want to, but he has patience and self-control besides he'd be back to grabbing it and holding it in a minute. He kept a little space between the two of them so he could look her in the eyes. "You're annoying, you know that right? Acting as if there was someone else you'd let be around your baby niece. Which we both know not true because ya'll are picky as hell," He smirked. "And you and Sophia like having me around." Aaliyah bit back the grin that begged to be fully realized when she felt Malcolm pulling her back, but did not at all attempt to hide her chuckle upon getting to gaze up at his face, triumphant. "Well," she drawled, wrapping her arms around his neck and lacing her fingers at the back of his head. "You do have your..." Aaliyah made a point of eyeing Malcolm as well, an appreciative appraisal before locking eyes with him once more. "uses. Very mutually pleasurable uses, I might add." She laughed lightly to herself before speaking once more, "And besides, I have to keep you on your toes in some way, don't I? Keep things interesting?"

Malcolm tightened his hold on the gorgeous girl in front of him while making small circles with his fingers. He raised his eyebrows, shaking his head sarcastically as she stating that he had his 'uses'. "You have your 'uses' too, maybe even more than me." He lightly chuckled for a moment before picking her up, having her legs wrap around him. The jock pressed Aaliyah against the door, locking it with his free hand before acknowledging what she said. "How's this for keepin' things interesting?" He returned his lips to her neck and behind her ear with a smile on his face the whole time. Aaliyah could honestly punch the jock for starting that rubbing circles shit because the continuous pressure against her skin was far more soothing than she wanted to acknowledge, causing her to melt just a little in his hold. It was a frustrating action, really. Going against everything she wanted to believe she stood for - against that hardened disposition her classmates feared - here she was, pliant and relaxed with this one individual when there was a party just below their feet. She giggled at his retort and followed suit, locking her ankles behind his back when he maneuvered them so that she felt the hard door against her back. The click that followed made her laugh, throatily, before it turned into a sigh. A delicious frisson of want sparked down her spine as he mouthed at the skin and Aaliyah muttered an playfully accusatory, "Insatiable," under her breath. She didn't exactly move to stop him, though.

He pulled away from Leah with a smirk. "I'm always satisfied around you, baby girl. I just always want to be like this." He couldn't help himself. Malcolm leaned into her, moving one of his hands to the side of her neck, kissing her and biting her bottom lip. It made her moan and arch into him a bit. He leaned his forehead on hers, stopping for a second even though he didn't want to with a smile. "But, if you want me to stop, let a brother because I can if that's what the Princess wants." He loved calling her princess, not as a pet name at least; that was the disgusting kind of pet names Derek would probably use towards his sister. He called her that for the sheer fact that she was known as the 'Queen' to everyone else at Buckley. A confusing mix of swirling anxiety and want pulled at her core, and Aaliyah had to fight back the annoying urge to whine when Malcolm stopped kissing her. Her lower lip throbbed just-so from when his teeth had been there. Foreheads pressed together, she rasped, pecking his lips gently just once, "I don't - " His eyebrows shot up as he smirked. "You don't... what?" He looked her up and down, waiting for her to answer.
Shut the entire fuck up, that voice in her head demanded, loud and unforgiving. But the space was too charged with an intimacy she couldn't find the strength to ignore for some reason, even with the knowledge of so much going on just outside the room. She continued, voice smaller in light of the internal cacophonous dissonance inside of her, a war between allowing herself feel what she normally doesn't even like acknowledging and putting distance between herself and anything that throws off her equilibrium. "I don't want you to stop," she admitted and kissed him again, hoping to end the conversation right there with a teasing swipe of her tongue. However, before either could really get into it, Leah felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket; she had turned the sound off because she knew she couldn't hear it over the music. Breaking away from the kiss, Aaliyah reached behind her with one hand while saying, apologetic, "I should probably answer that." Before he could make another smartass comment to piss her off their lips were back together. When he felt her phone go off in his back pocket he was going to ignore it but when Leah pulled away. He sighed. She said how she should answer it. "Yea." He set her down on her feet and stole another kiss before she turned to her phone.

Groaning, Aaliyah settled on the bed, the taste of Malcolm lingering on her lips as she pulled her phone out to see a text from Juliette. She could tell just from the texting that the girl was already tipsy and she was demanding Aaliyah's attention since she had abandoned her earlier. Rolling her eyes, though smiling in affection, Aaliyah sent out a response and then sighed, raising her gaze to Malcolm's face. "Best friend duties call," she proclaimed, gesturing to the phone. Squashing down the disappointment she did not at all want to verbalize, Aaliyah grabbed a gentle hold of his jaw and brought him in for a kiss that shouldn't have been as lingering, then pulled away and headed for the door - this time, heading out without any interruption. When it closed behind her, she paused, leaning back against it for a moment, to calm her racing heart; she fixed her hair, checked her lipstick on her mirror app on her phone, and then text two of her other girls as she headed out to find Juliette.

To: Jules
Im comin babe. Where r u?

To: Nee Nee
I give u ample amount of time 2 put on moves n u still couldnt stop her from cockblocking. Ur game is whack

To: Mila
Where r u? Omw 2 find Juliette

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Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Ace Bronson's Home
Dialogue Color: #7957C2

Juliette was on her way towards the back of the house, nearing the kitchen, when she got Aaliyah's text and soon after, found the girl a few steps away from the kitchen. "My, my, my," she sang, shaking her head, "Look who finally decides to show her face. Where have you been all this time, Leah? Because you know me and a hundred other people have spent the last hour looking for you. I've been worried sick and I don't know if I'll ever forgive you for it," she said, though she couldn't resist smiling in a way that probably admitted that she was lying straight through her teeth. If she was being honest, Ace had done well enough that he was the only thing that had been on her mind for the past half hour or so, but she also wasn't going to admit that to Aaliyah. Not when her best friend had abandoned her during the car ride. Juliette wasn't someone who would ever be the first of a group to be labeled as bright, but she also wasn't stupid. Even if Aaliyah's excuse about Sophia was true, which it very well might have been, Juliette felt like she would have been a better person to stick around the Shanks mansion with Aaliyah to help, over Malcolm. Aaliyah was more transparent than it seemed, but Juliette was too much in her happy/drunk place to really call her out on it now.

"It doesn't help that Ari and Camila are literal flight risks. They both just disappeared too. If I didn't know that I was everyone's favorite, I would be tempted to think that you guys were all ditching me," she continued, looping her arm in Aaliyah's. Again, it wasn't like Juliette had spent even a minute looking for either of the other Royal girls, who were probably right outside or somewhere inside, in plain access to the party. She wasn't going to admit to being just as "bad" as Aaliyah and leaving the party scene this early in the night for less innocent things, though. She had already said a lot; enough to a point where she probably should have let Aaliyah get a word in, but she added one more thing as they entered the kitchen, which definitely wasn't as crowded as it was outside, but had a few bodies floating around in it. "And you're also lucky that Cydnee was somewhat nice in the car. I might have taken some of your Grey Goose from the bar in water bottle to sip on in the car, and somehow it messed up my lip gloss and she fixed it, so whatever. You got lucky and I don't hate you, and as long as you don't leave me again tonight, I'll forgive you for letting Luke show up to the party in an exact replica of my outfit."

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The second the words left Juliette's mouth, Aaliyah fixed her with a doubting look that consisted of her lips pressed into a thin line and one eyebrow raised. Considering the fact that eighty percent of the things that Juliette said were dramatized, Aaliyah didn't even bother responding to her claim of that many people looking for her or Juliette worrying sick about her. In truth, Aaliyah could have ignored the text she received from the brunette. It wasn't exactly the first time that Juliette text her complaining about being mistreated, unloved, abandoned and a host of other accusations. Hell, there was a hardly a week they had went, since the formation of their friendship, that Aaliyah wasn't accused of being a bad friend. She had simply used Juliette's request for attention as an excuse to distance herself from Malcolm and the intimacy from earlier. It was stifling and the alcohol she had already ingested had had her feeling far too willing to let loose. Which was not a descriptor for her.

So, all Aaliyah did when accused of worrying Juliette and ghosting everyone was hum quietly, allowing the Royal to link their arms and lead the way to the kitchen, putting behind her the thought of going back to the room she left Malcolm in. It was easy to mentally do so when Juliette chattered away so easily, so obviously already tipsy to Aaliyah even though to someone inexperienced in Juliette speak, she was not. Juliette was an exuberant girl; it was the main reason why it had been so easy for Leah to form a friendship with the girl. Juliette never actually meant any harm and although she could get political about a lot of things, the girl was endearing enough for Leah to let bygones be bygones. She couldn't say that she let Juliette get away with absolutely every little thing as she had the text messages and memories of the silent treatment to contrast with that. But Aaliyah had a patience for the girl that not many apart from her sister could say that they had. And teasing - Aaliyah always liked teasing her, especially when she knew that she could catch Juliette off guard. When they reached the kitchen, pizza smells wafted to her nose over the smell of marijuana, sweat, and the cleaning supplies obviously used before everyone else got there. And it inspired a bit of a hunger from Aaliyah since all she had really eaten was the bread pudding that she shared with a very greedy toddler. However, before she acknowledged the boxes on the kitchen island, Aaliyah decided to mess with her friend. Since she was still slightly behind Juliette, she wrapped her arms around the Royal from behind, resting her chin on the taller girl's shoulder and peeked at her fair face over Juliette's face. Grinning, Leah purred, "Awww, babe, if you wanted me to yourself so bad, all you had to do was ask."

Aaliyah definitely could say that she was inquisitive when it came to Juliette's sexuality. Obviously, the girl hooked up with people, but Leah wasn't an observant individual for nothing and Juliette made her question things. And as one of her closest friends, Juliette wasn't exactly someone - well, no one was, but Aaliyah didn't go boasting about her not heterosexuality - Leah was keeping her predilections from. And considering they all knew Leah could be a little shit when she wanted, the act wasn't too out of character. Giggling, she pecked the girl's cheek and released her, waltzing over to one of the pizza boxes, grabbing a few nearby napkins, and stealing a slice of the cheese pizza in the box. Taking a bite, Leah turned back to the girl, inquiring, "Speaking of, where are our little flight risks? And how was I honestly supposed to know that he was wearing fishnets? I don't exactly read minds, Jules."

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault
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Camila Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #722f37

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Ten minutes into the party and Camila had already been flirted with and groped at more times than she would have liked to count. She’d never been a fan of these kinds of parties precisely because of things like this. Some may call it being stuck up, but Camila prefers to think of it as her having a higher level of decency and class than ninety percent of the students at Buckley. For a conservative school, it’s students certainly are not.

And as expected, the brunette had lost track of Juliette, Aaliyah and even Ari just a few minutes later. Being a perfectionist means you are very detail oriented, which is why Cami knows exactly why both Juliette and Aaliyah suddenly went MIA. But she’s not calling them out for it. And regardless of how many times you ask her, Camila will swear on her own grave that she does not feel lonely. Not even the ti iest amount. She will avidly deny that, even though she goes out of her way to avoid any possible relationship, there’s a very small and unwanted part of her that wants to have a special someone. But those thoughts are not befitting of someone like her that’s meant to conquer the world in a pair of pumps, regardless of how much her subconscious disagrees. So she does what any other girl in her situation would do. Swallow down those thoughts with a formidable amount of Tequila.

Thankfully, like most in her family, she has been blessed with a very high alcohol tolerance. She could be considered to be tipsy, but nowhere near a drunken state. Which is why she doesn’t miss the two familiar looking faces in the Bronson kitchen as she passes by. She watches attentively with a subtle smirk on her face as Aaliyah teases the tall brunette, something Camila rather enjoys doing as well, before deciding to interject. ”I would ask why you both ditched me…” she states as an entrance, taking a long sip of her colorful drink. ”But I already know.” she concludes, giving each of them a look that dares them to try and deny it. Camila isn’t Camila unless she’s being dangerously perceptive.

"I hope you know I'm going to need details from both of you sooner or later" she adds, following the smell of pizza, dulled by an array of many other scents and odors. She leans against the counter, one hand on a hip as her eyes fix on the two girls across from her.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Ace Bronson Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault
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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS

Clique: Royals
Grade: 11
Dialogue Color: #C74600
Outfit: This
Location: Ace Bronson's House
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Beer pong wasn't the most pristine of activities to be partaking in, but it was also a reflection of how even kids who were raised in Beverly Hills and the surrounding areas, known for wealth, had to do more than play tennis and golf and polo, or play the harp and violin. There was a crossover between them and "normal" kids, considering that they all were just teenagers. Especially when the jocks were involved, even parties thrown by Royals like Ace could take a more frat-house spin, and though this one was fairly tame compared to parties thrown by Animals or Jocks themselves, it still wasn't something filled with activities that anyone's parents would be bragging about over dinner parties or charity events. Ari didn't think of herself as being obsessed with her reputation or her standing on the social ladder, so even if partaking in some of the more rowdy games of the party weren't considered Royal-ish (at least for a girl), it wasn't something that would ever cross her mind. She was having fun with Adrien, she was drinking, and that was all that mattered for the moment.

With the game finally coming to a close, Ari couldn't help but to hope that she got her last throw in more than before. It wasn't because she cared about winning, especially not to an extent that the two opposing Arnault siblings did, but she shared an opinion with Cydnee, that she just wanted the game to be over. She was sure that Juliette had texted her a few minutes back asking where she was, and if she hadn't, then Ari had to wonder if the girl was behaving herself or passed out drunk somewhere, since Juliette had a tendency to want all of her girl friends together when she was in her drunk and giddy mood. Either way, it was the driving force behind Ari putting a little bit of extra concentration behind her last shot, once Adrien signaled for her to go, and thankfully... it went in. She smiled proudly, and though she was sure Adrien would get the last shot in anyway, she decided that she didn't need to stick around and see the grand show he put on once he did. "I'm sorry to do this to you, babe," she said, smirking and using the moniker only playfully, "But I'm bailing, and I guess if your subbing rule really stands, then if you don't get this shot in and will it for us, then we forfeit and the girls win," she explained, as that seemed like the most logical answer. Leaving the game, now that her role had been completed, was an action that she was taking mostly for her own benefit, but she figured that it would give Juliette's twin one less reason to dislike her over, too. If anything, she was giving her and Cydnee a last shot at winning, even if it was only because of a forfeit if Adrien missed the shot, and was down a teammate.

As she made her way back towards the house, she heard a group of Animals announce that the food had arrived, and she passed by several classmates carrying boxes of pizzas and bags of other delivery food out from the kitchen, and onto the patio, apparently per Ace's direction. She passed by the blonde too, though he seemed too distracted with trying to make sure the majority of the people stayed outside of his house, rather than inside. Ari's situation was different than most, considering that she didn't live with her parents, but with her Aunt and Uncle instead, but even if they were her parents, she didn't know if she would feel comfortable having tons of wild teenagers in their house, especially when they weren't home. It seemed risky, and disrespectful almost, but then again, for all she knew, Ace's parents were well aware of what his son was doing. If nothing else, she had to at least hold a bit of gratefulness for the people like Ace who were willing to go out on a limb and throw these parties, merely for the social benefit of others.

"My three favorite girls," she said as a greeting as she spotted a trio of Royals, consisting of Aaliyah, Camila and Juliette, and approached them. There was still one pizza box left on the counter, so Ari helped herself to a slice while it was still there, stepping away from the girls abruptly for just a second to locate a paper plate. The last thing she needed was grease stains on her clothes. At a last second thought, she plated a second slice and held it out in a "no buts" manner towards Juliette. Camila didn't have a slice in her hand either, but Camila wasn't like Juliette, who, to start, had a very scary tendency of not eating when she needed to, but who also liked to drink and drink and drink, with nothing in her stomach. It never ended well, as every other one of the girls had witnessed first hand, and yet Juliette still loved doing it, and then sobbing to them the next morning about how evil every deity above was for cursing her with a wretched hangover. "What have I missed?" she asked, before her eyes roved over Camila for a second time, this time more intently, as she said, "Wait, I love that top. The fringe is such a good look. I might have to steal that from you after tonight."

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Ace Bronson Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault
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JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT

Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Ace Bronson's Home
Dialogue Color: #7957C2

As if on cue, Camila and Arizona found Juliette and Aaliyah in the kitchen only a couple of minutes after the initial two found each other. Their presence was welcomed firstly because Juliette was simply glad to have her friends all in one place, but also because her cheeks had grown red and hot from Aaliyah's teasing - something that was a pretty typical reaction to it, since Juliette was transparent in her emotions and reactions, but still something that bothered her, simply because she didn't know why she still felt embarrassed by Aaliyah, or any other girl, for that manner, playfully and jokingly flirting with her. Juliette herself was a pretty touchy-feely person. Especially when she was drinking, it wasn't uncommon for her to hug her friends and kiss them on the cheek, or insist on sitting on their laps or laying on top of them. She would verbally tell them how much she loved them too, but when she was drunk, verbal compliments were never enough, and she had to be extra with displaying her affection. When it was done in reverse, though, even to a much less dramatic extent, she didn't really know how to react to it. Maybe it represented feelings that she didn't want to confront, maybe not. She refused to think into it any deeper.

"You missed me heroically finding Aaliyah, that's what," Juliette answered Ari in a matter-of-factly manner. By now, it was clear that her initial story wasn't true, since both Ari and Camila had made it pretty obvious that neither of them had been frantically looking for Aaliyah like Juliette had claimed, but that didn't mean that she was going to abandon her typical victim role quite yet. "Shockingly alive and in one piece," she continued, before reaching out and pinching one of Aaliyah's cheeks, before letting go once she decided that she would probably get smacked for touching any longer. "But with a little bit too much of a glow in her skin for me to think that she wasn't doing something she shouldn't have been doing, instead of hanging out with me. Or us. But you guys basically abandoned me too, so mostly me. So what, or who, were you doing all this time, Queenie?" she asked, giggling to herself in a childish manner at the insinuation of Aaliyah having been off messing around with someone, which was probably ironic given that Juliette had just come from doing the same. "And don't you lie to us!" she said a beat later. "I may not notice, but Camila definitely will and she'll call you out on it!" She opted against returning to what she and Leah had been talking about a minute before, and insisting that she should have somehow known what Luke was wearing, because this conversation seemed more interesting. It seemed interesting, but it would have been even more interesting if she had a drink in her hand, and though there was some liquor in the kitchen, it wasn't the good stuff, that Juliette knew was outside. That prompted a quick text to Ace, saying: "Hiiiiiiiii. Can you bring me, Leah, Cami and Ari drinks in the kitchen? Something good, surprise me <3"

Juliette wished that she could have pretended to not see Ari holding a pizza slice towards her, but it was kind of too obvious to ignore, and trying to ignore it would have made it clear that she was purposely trying to ignore it, and make it a bigger deal than it was, so she took the slice from the girl without saying a word. Admittedly, had it been Camila or even Aaliyah offering it to her, Juliette probably would have rejected it and insisted that she would have a bite out of theirs, but that she wasn't hungry enough for her own slice. Give some excuse about how she had eaten a feast-worthy amount of food before getting to Aaliyah's house, or how coincidentally, all of the food that Ace had (which seemed to be quite a lot), were foods that absolutely made her sick to her stomach when she was drinking. Drunk Juliette was definitely inclined to eat more, and specifically, more junk food, than a sober Juliette, but the sight of a big, greasy slice of pizza still didn't make her feel entirely comfortable. "Make Cydnee fix my lips if this messes it up?" she said to Aaliyah, coincidentally more softer and less dramatic now, a typical change of tone for Juliette when she wanted something and needed to sound more sweet and innocent, as she paused with the slice an inch away from her mouth, wanting confirmation before risking ruining her makeup for the second time.