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Adrien Arnault

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

Description




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|Name|

Adrien Bernard Arnault

|Age|

16

|Date of Birth|

August 11th

|Astrological Sign|

Leo

|Nationality|

French & American

|Ethnicity|

French

|Sexual Orientation|

Pansexual, though only openly heterosexual

|Sexual History|

He's had sex a fair number of times, but they were all meaningless one-night-stand kind of nights.

|Relationship History|

Adrien has never been in a real relationship.

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Hometown|

New York, NY


Personality

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|Good Traits:|
Easy-going, Protective, Adventurous, Hardworking

|Bad Traits:|
Aggressive, Condescending, Opinionated, Arrogant

|Personality:|

Those who are friends with Adrien would describe his personality in the ways that he likes to think best represents him. They would claim that he is adventurous, sometimes to a point of being reckless. They would tell you about how athletic he is, and how he’s motivated and self-disciplined when it comes to training for the soccer seasons. He’s a hard worker who will work relentlessly to achieve his goals, if he values them enough. Adrien has a good sense of humor, and isn’t easily offended by jokes directed towards him, but frequently, his jokes are seen as crass and insensitive, so he gets along best with people who have thick skin and aren’t inherently insecure. His intelligence level is pretty average and always has been, but with studying, he usually gets mostly B+s in his classes.

A noteworthy trait attached to him is that he’s good with words, when it comes to charming girls into bed. He definitely could be described as being a player, though it is worth adding in that he’s not so smooth that after sleeping with a girl once and making it clear that he just wants sex, that they’ll ever usually fall for his spiels again. He’s not that good and he knows it, but he tries not to let it bother him, given that there are lots of pretty girls in LA that aren’t attuned to his immoral ways yet. The fact that many of those pretty girls are usually interested in at least spending one night with him isn’t something that he isn’t aware of. In fact, Adrien is proud and cocky when it comes to things like that. Don’t let his pretty face fool you, though; Adrien has a temper like no other. It’s not the kind of temper where he’s the kind of guy who’s going to end up shooting a girl who rejects him, but more-so, that when he feels threatened or challenged (basically always by other guys), you can tell quite easily. His emotions are very see-through in situations like this, where his usual easy-going mannerisms seem to fade away, and are quickly replaced with an aggressive, competition, and impulsive side of him.

Despite his less-than-humble tendencies, and the way that he can be easily provoked if someone knows the right words to get him going, no one can deny that Adrien is fiercely loyal to those he loves. He’s already thrown more than a few punches under the influence, when he sees or hears guys talking in even a slight derogatory way about either of his sisters, and he would do the same soberly if it was necessary. He stands by his friends and family until the end.




Past & Present


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|Upbringing|

Adrien was born into the Arnault clan, being the youngest child of Bernard Arnault, a French business magnate, investor and art collector, who is the chairman and Chief Executive Officer of LVMH since 1989, and Jacqueline McEnroe, an artist who has illustrated various children's books and does other freelance art work. From 1973 to 1990, Bernard was in a marriage that produced four children, and once he married Jacqueline in the late 90's, they produced three children. Adrien was born around a year after hsi twin sisters, Charlotte and Juliette, came into the world. Adrien's relationship with his parents has always been predominantly good. Like Juliette, Adrien benefited from Charlotte being the one to get into trouble the most often, especially when the big blowout occurred when she was kicked out of their private school in New York. From that point on, it seemed like he and Juliette who were angels who could do no wrong. He has definitely always held a big chunk of his mother's heart, so his relationship with her is definitely quite good. He's not someone who can complain about the dynamics with his father, either though, because he and Bernard get along well enough. The only time that they ever really clash is when one of his older half-siblings tries to tell their father that they've seen too much of Adrien screwing around on social media, when he should be getting internships and focusing on school work, but his father honestly is busy enough where it doesn't cause much conflict. Plus, though Adrien likes a little bit of luxury here and there, his spending will never compare to how much money Juliette likes to burn straight out of their father's wallet, and Adrien is pretty sure that that's another reason for why his father tends to let a lot slide with him. He is a businessman, after all.

His family life was normal, and socially, Adrien fared well too. He had a lot of friends growing up in New York, and at Buckley, he worked his way into the jocks after a stellar performance on the soccer team in middle school. He isn't a Lifer at Buckley, but coming in at the end of middle school has definitely given him time to assimilate into the culture. Having an older sister who's an A-lister helps, and it's definitely clear that Adrien and Juliette have more in common in regards to social preferences than Adrian has with Charlotte.

|Current Residence|
Home

|Transportation|
Porsche 911

|Pets|

None

|Future Goals|

Though part of Adrien is convinced that he'll become a self made man somehow, the more realistic outlook on his life is that he'll end up taking over a C-something-O role at LMVH, under his father. It's nothing to complain about, even if it is the easy way to success. He knows that he wants kids, and a few summer houses scattered across the globe, so having success handed to him is probably the most realistic way for him to obtain that.


School Life



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|Grade|

11

|Lifer? Newcomer?|

Adrien became a Buckley student in the 5th grade

|Scholarship or No?|

No

|Clique|

Jocks

|Are you happy here? Why or why not?|

For the most part, yes, Adrien is happy being a jock. A lot of the guys (and some girls) in his clique are assholes, but Adrien can definitely play that part too. As much as he wants to say, behind closed doors, that it's not authentic, at some point you have to accept responsibility for being a bad person, so he can't completely exonerate himself from the stereotype of the jocks. However, he knows that his clique doesn't stand for any sort of "kindness counts" motto, so if he was a better person, which some days he wishes he was, he would prefer to be in a lower social group that had more morals. Most days, he's content though.

|If you could change your clique, would you? To What?|

A part of Adrien wishes that he could be a drifter. He knows that he's safe as a jock. He has friends who will back him up and stand by his side if he's ever in a problem, but at the same time, he's quite aware of how a lot of the guys around him aren't guys that he should really want to be friends with. He's comfortable as a jock, and isn't looking to change that, but being a drifter sounds appealing some days.

|Clubs or Teams?|

Soccer team, varsity club

|What are you looking forward to the most?|

Not gonna lie, there's definitely a part of Adrien that's hoping that he can find some senior girl who's desperate enough to take a junior to prom. Preferably an A-lister, but he'd take a B-lister if that's all that he's got a chance with.



Appearance


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|Height|
6'3 - The Arnault children definitely get their height from their mother's genes, and not their father's.

|Build|
Adrien is definitely built athletically, and it's something that he takes pride in, since it takes constant work at the gym and on the field to maintain his body.

|Eye Color|
Blue

|Hair Color|
Brown, usually styled a lot messier than his mother would like.

|Attractive Level|
Adrien is cocky, so it goes without saying that he would award himself a perfect score of a 10 out of 10 on his level of attractiveness. There are lots of girls who would probably agree with him, so he'd call it more of a fact than an opinion.



|OOC|

FC: ZandrΓ© Du Plessis
Dialogue Color: #842C88
Time Zone: East Coast of the USA
Posting Frequency: Just getting back into RP'ing, but I'll probably be online every day during the summer

So begins...

Adrien Arnault's Story

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Ace Bronson
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↳ ACE . BRONSON ↲

Hex Code: #DF1616
Location: Ace Bronson's Home
Outfit: Here
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: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron
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F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c

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A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #842C88


"I always forget how sick your house is, man," was Finn's reaction today, as it was quite frequently, when he first arrived at Adrien's house. He came from a middle class family, and while their home was nice by average American standards, it was nothing like many of his wealthier peers' homes. Homes like Adrien's always seemed really gorgeous to Finn, but they always felt more like museums than homes. Maybe it was just his own mind, but he felt like he had to be careful with everything, and that even the furniture was meant to be looked at more than it was to be touched.

"This place?" Adrien asked, huffing in a dismissively arrogant manner. "This place is nothing, man. My parents specifically picked it out because they wanted some down-to-earth type o' vibe in California. This is like the little shack they sneak away to when they either get tired of New York, or remember that they have three kids living here that they need to parent," he said, a bit of a cold edge to his words, though a light smirk was present on his face. Adrien could act as nonchalantly dismissive as he wanted to, but there was no denying that it felt nice to receive compliments on something that technically wasn't even his to be taking compliments on. It wasn't like he paid the mortgage on this house, and though he wasn't lying when he insisted that this house really was small and underdone compared to what the Arnaults were used to, he was well aware that he probably sounded like a cocky little rich boy as he spoke. And he didn't mind that one bit. People could judge Adrien based on his start, call him a trust fund baby and all of that. It wasn't his fault that he happened to get lucky by being born into this life, and he knew that one day, he would prove to everyone that he could do more than just use his parents as a stepping stool to success. He would do something on his own, to get success his own way one day, but for now, he was sixteen-years-old, and he wasn't complaining about handouts from mom and dad.

Adrien's father Bernard was currently in France, which was something that felt more common than uncommon nowadays, and though he wasn't positive on his mother's whereabouts, he was almost positive that she had mentioned something about leaving for a weekend getaway to Hawaii with some of her girlfriends. Either way, what he was positive about was that neither of his parents were home, which was why he had no reservations with helping himself to their liquor. His mother, especially, was very relaxed about her kids drinking, but even with her demeanor, Adrien never would have been so bold as to take from her stash and share with friends right in the kitchen of their own home. That was a move that only Juliette could get away with, as he and Charlotte so frequently teased that she was their mother's favorite.

"All I know is that I'd take this place over mine in a heartbeat," Finn answered, barely bothered by Adrien's display of arrogance at his wealth. "My brother comes back from school in a couple weeks then it's back to sharing a room with him, and not only having to listen to my two younger sisters fight and talk about Justin Bieber, but my older sister will be back to do the same, too," he said, with an annoyed shake of his head. He was pretty close with his siblings by normal standards, but still, when the five of them were crammed into their house, it usually took no longer than five minutes for a fight to break out among some portion of them.

"I was gonna tell you that nothing's worse than sharing a house with twin sisters, but you're in the same boat as me there, so I'll let you take the cake on the craziest family life for now. I'm sure one of my sisters are home and'll come down and prove me wrong momentarily, but I can drink to the thought of your family being more unstable than mine," Adrien joked, as cracked open a bottle of beer, sliding it to Finn before opening up one for himself too. "I didn't invite everyone," he admitted after a swig of beer. "Not interested in all of the bitches running around my house,"[/color] he continued, referring to their fellow jocks, "But I hit up a few of them to see if they wanted to come. I think I texted Mark, Tim, Jasper, Nick, Tony... the ones that I actually felt like dealing with tonight," he added with a shrug.

Finn took a chug from the cold bottle of beer that Adrien slid to him. Last year was when he had first started drinking, and it was save to say that all of his parties as a newly-initiated jock had taught him that he wasn't the kind of person who could drink liquor. From getting sick all over the upstairs hallway of the Arnault house, to passing out more than once on strangers' couches and having to deal with his mother lecturing him for hours about not letting her know he was "sleeping over a friend's house"... he just didn't have a great alcohol tolerance yet, so he knew that it was always safer to stick to beer for the most part. "I don't blame you," he answered a beat later, knowing that having the entire jock clique in one place was basically a recipe for disaster with how hard they all pregamed. "I'll see where those guys are at," he said, sending out a group text to Jasper and Nick, plus the other guys that Adrien mentioned.

To: Jasper, Nick
I'm at Arnault's place. Who else is coming before we go to Bronson's?

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Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault
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CHARLOTTE β–Ώ ARNAULT

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

Charlotte liked partying, but she didn't necessarily like parties. Not all of them, at least. She enjoyed intimate parties the most; ones where it was just her and her closest friends, hanging out, drinking and smoking. Those nights usually ended in too many bowls of weed being smoked, and a hefty bill from the closest place that would deliver pizza at three in the morning, but she loved it. It was relaxed and fun and worry-free. On the other end of the spectrum, she also enjoyed bigger parties, but she preferred them in settings where she really didn't know or care about who was hosting the party. Sometimes Rhia and Casper would bring her along to some college party they heard about, and Charlotte found it far easier to be carefree there and wreck havoc on the place and the night as a whole, because she didn't have to care about whose expense it was being done at. Her personality was conflicting at times, because it possessed two different sets of traits depending on where she was and who she was with. In certain settings, it was very easy for her to let loose and give no fucks about who she hurt in the process, but at other times, her mind was nearly obsessive with being critical of every move she made, to a point where she preferred to curl up in bed with a book or a new show to binge-watch on Netflix, over anything else. Tonight was going to be a weird mix of the two, she could already tell. She wanted to get to that reckless state, but she knew that being at a party with both of her siblings meant that it would take a lot of alcohol to get her to that point of not giving a shit. She wasn't opposed to indulging tonight. It wasn't like she really had any ties to Ace Bronson to feel bad about taking advantage of his free alcohol and parent-free home in the process.

Since her parents weren't home and Juliette wasn't either, Charlotte had little reason to be discrete about smoking in the house. She made sure that her bedroom window was open, and that she was blowing the smoke out the window, but other than that, she had a very relaxing afternoon with her glass bowl, her bed, and Freaks and Geeks, before growing hungry, and deciding to order delivery from Conchitas, a Salvadorean restaurant in the area. She was stoned enough that she was surprised when Danielle texted her saying that she was there, having entirely forgotten that she had invited some of the Rebels over to pregame before Ace's party. It was a pleasant surprise though, so she made her way downstairs, barely noticing the sound of Adrien and another guy's voice in the kitchen as she reached the foyer and then the front door.

"Damn, Dani," she greeted her with a smirk. "Someone's looking all nice and pretty in that dress and heels. Are you betraying us, and trying to cross over to the dark side by trying to impress pretty boy Bronson, or are you just trying to look good for me?" she teased, her eyes purposely, obnoxiously and playfully roving over the girl in front of her. She was forced to avert her gaze when the delivery driver pulled up, and signaling to Danielle that she would be right back, she opted to leave the entryway of the house, disregarding that she was only wearing socks, in order to meet him halfway and take the food that she had already paid for and tipped him for online. "Sooooooo, I might have been a bad hostess by smoking all of my weed before you got here, but I have alcohol and food," she said, raising the bag at the last part, as she led Dani into the kitchen. "So hopefully that makes up for it."

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xxx"you can't wake up.
xxxthis is not a dream.
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Danielle grinned as Charlotte opened the door, closing the distance between her and the entrance to the house. Charlotte's comment made her laugh, shrugging a little. But, before she could reply, Charlotte turned to retrieve food from a delivery driver. It gave Danielle time to form a witty retort that wasn't going to give herself away. She wanted to be able to tell her friends, but she wasn't taking any chances. She didn't want her father and Rachel hearing from anyone else, and she didn't want her mother hearing at all. She doubted it would get back to her mother, but she wasn't taking any chances when it came to that woman.

"I'll forgive you this time," she teased in response to Charlotte's comment about her smoking all of her weed. The alcohol was all she really cared about; even though she knew it was probably bull, the whole "killing brain cells" thing had turned her off of weed. She cared about her brain cells too much to risk it.

"And no, I'm not trying to impress Bronson. I honestly couldn't give two shits what he thinks of me," Danielle said, shrugging a little. Her mouth quirked up in a grin. "And besides, why would I be dressing up just for you? You're already giving me food and alcohol, I clearly don't need to impress you any more," she added.

She sometimes wondered if her friends knew, or even just had a suspicion. She never made passes or never consciously stared at other girls. She'd never be the first to comment on how pretty a girl was, and she artfully avoided most discussions that could possible relate to sexuality in any way. If only avoidance counted as an art for her academic requirements.

As they reached the kitchen, she noticed Adrien and Finn already in the kitchen. "Oh, hey guys. I'm guessing you guys are heading out tonight, right?" She asked. She wasn't particularly close to either of them, but she wasn't going to be a total bitch either. They were civil to her, so she was going to be civil to them. She didn't know Finn at all, but she did know Adrien through Charlotte, and he wasn't that bad. Not as bad as his reputation said, anyway.

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CHARLOTTE β–Ώ ARNAULT

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

"I guess that's true," Charlotte leveled with a small smile as Danielle reasoned that she had no reason to dress up for her. She was only teasing with the inquiry about the motivation behind it, but all jokes aside, Danielle did look nice tonight. Then again, everyone and everything looked a bit nicer when Charlotte was high. It was easier to be less scrutinizing of the little details, and just feel relaxed and content with everything. That was probably why she didn't groan when she and Danielle entered the kitchen, and her suspicion from earlier was confirmed; that her brother was in the kitchen with a friend. There were lots of other places in the house to eat, especially since even in the evening in December, they were in California, so it wasn't too brisk outside to not be able to spend a little while eating by the pool, but Charlotte was too lazy for that. She set her bags of food down in front of one of the empty seats at the island and signaled for Danielle to sit beside her.

"Of course they're going to Ace's. They're two of his little bitches," Charlotte chimed in, a devious smirk creeping onto her face as she began to pull out smaller, individual containers from the large plastic bag the delivery food came in. She looked towards the boys then, knowing that if she was making eye contact with Danielle while speaking, she would probably actually laugh. "My girl dressed to impress specifically for your boy Ace. Think you can get her some one-on-one time with him?" she pressed, doing her best to sound serious despite the smirk. She knew Dani would probably want to roll her eyes or hit her for it, but that was the fun in it all. She might have tried teasing harder, had she not first been distracted by how good her food smelled, and then secondly, by the texts from Charlie that she was just seeing. It looked like the most recent one had only been sent a minute ago, so she was glad that she hadn't kept her outside waiting too long, especially if what she said was true, and one of Adrien's friends was out there too. "Charlie's here. Let me go get her. There should be beer in the fridge, and probably some of those sugary-as-fuck Mike's Hards that Juliette drinks, and all of the liquor is in the cabinet. Help yourself," she said to Dani, though she hoped her friend knew to help herself regardless.

With that said, she headed back to the door, and opened it to find Charlotte #2, Jasper, and in the distance, a blonde guy that Charlotte recognized as another one of Adrien's friends, Nick. "Adrien is in the kitchen," she said to the guys, not feeling inclined to say much more, since they were Adrien's friends and not hers, after all. Charlie, however, received a bit of a warmer response, as her presence elicited a smile out of Charlotte. "Glad you made it," she said, as she decided to continue her teasing of Dani, even if the girl wasn't present to hear it. "Robo-girl is in the kitchen already. Apparently she wants to fuck pretty boy Bronson, and I think you're the only one who'll be able to talk her out of it."

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F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c

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A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #842C88

"Really, Char? I'm kind of having a bro sorta pregame in here," Adrien complained, though it was done only half-heartedly as Charlotte came in with her friend Danielle. Adrien knew her on a surface level, mostly through her relationship with his sister, and she was a nice enough girl that he made sure that it was clear in his smirk that he wasn't truly being unwelcoming. Bickering was just the typical sibling thing to do. Adrien wasn't going to waste a chance at complaining about something his sister did. It only took being in the same room as Charlotte for a minute to notice (if not smell) that she was high, but he didn't comment on it. Even their parents knew that Charlotte smoked, though Adrien knew that that didn't mean that they were comfortable or approving of it. Sometimes he wondered if Charlotte actually enjoyed smoking, or if she purposely did it to piss their parents off, because something like that wasn't above the rebellious Arnault. "Not gonna act like I know you or anything, but Bronson doesn't seem like your type, so I'm gonna assume she was lying about that?" Adrien asked, amid opening up one of Charlotte's food containers labeled "pupusas" and pulling one out. His sister had clearly ordered more than she needed, so he didn't feel bad about helping himself.

He looked to Finn then, smirking as he admitted, "I don't know how either of my sisters have friends." At the same time, the friends that both Juliette and Charlotte had separately made sense. Juliette's friends were very into their social image, and living in luxury, and just being popular and cool and living that lifestyle in general. Charlotte's, on the other hand, didn't really value any of those things. They had quirks of their own, which was why Adrien didn't know someone like Danielle outside of his sister, and which was also probably why they could put up with Charlotte's sarcastically witty and sometimes coldly blunt personality. He liked to think that his sisters' friends groups fell on separate ends of the social spectrum behavior wise, and though it probably wasn't true, that his fell right in the middle, in the "perfectly balanced" territory. He slid a container of food towards Finn, but the blonde slid it back, saying, "No thanks, man. My mom made spaghetti and forced it down my throat before I could get out the door. Besides, doesn't Ace usually order a ton of food anyway?" He felt compelled to say more to Danielle, who now sat with them alone since Charlotte had left to answer the door, but he didn't know her well enough to know what to say. Adrien didn't seem bothered by it, though, nodding in response to Finn as he said, "Yeah, he does. You can never have too much food though. Then again, as the dude who always drinks himself into getting sick, maybe not having a stomach full of shit to throw up will be good for you. Pretty sure that's a turn off, am I right?" he said, glancing over at Danielle as he was sure Finn's face turned a bright shade of red. He managed to toss back a "Fuck you, dude," but yeah, he was definitely embarrassed.

Soon enough, the sound of people entering the house redirected Adrien's attention from the duo sitting beside him. "Cameron, Van Veenan: get your bitch asses in here!" he called out at the sound of their voices.

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location: en route || Arnault Residence.
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Nick started jogging once his text to Finn was sent. A lot of his jock friends with juniors or sophomores - younger than him - but he didn't mind. Although Nick would admit that gradually, during his time at Buckley, the cliques have started to influence his decisions (just slightly though), Nick rarely let cliques or age gaps prevent him from making friends. It was something someone either loved or hated about him. But even though Nick thought the high school cliques were childish, he could feel them slowly growing on him, despite his ideals.

Despite all his good friendships, Nick had always felt like they weren't...deep enough for a true best friend. Sure, he wasn't going to lie, he would have any of his friends' backs and vice versa, but Nick never had a friend he trusted enough to tell about his entire past. And Nick's past was as dramatic as hell. Well, his dad was, at the least.

Finally, the sight of the Arnault residence pulled Nick out of his thoughts. Despite being quite wealthy now, the homes of rich people - including himself - never failed to amaze Nick. He was never going to get used to them.

Nick rang the doorbell, and before he knew it, a certain Arnault answered the door. "'Sup, Charlotte," he greeted, flashing her a smile before heading towards the kitchen.

Adrien had apparently heard him come in - after all, you didn't need superhuman hearing to notice - and yelled out, "Cameron, Van Veenen: get your bitch asses in here!"

Nick never really liked his surname. Out of all things, Van Veenen? There were many similar, yet much better options. For instance, how about Von Brandt? Van Buren? The sound of his surname was far from Nick's biggest problem with it, though. It was his father's surname. Nick had no idea why his mother kept it after Matthew Van Veenen was sent to prison. Nick's mother never informed him of her maiden name, but he was sure it was better than Van Veenen.

Nick walked into the room where Finn and Adrien were and clapped them on the backs. "Hey hey, guys," he greeted. "Don't know if you noticed, but Cameron's not here yet." Nick noticed Danielle, and nodded towards her in acknowledgement. "Hey." Nick wasn't going to lie, he wasn't best friends with the robotics girl. But he tried to be nice.

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xxxyou're part of a machine.
xxxyou are not a human being."

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As Charlotte started pulling food out of the bag, Danielle stared curiously into the boxes. She didn't immediately recognise the food, but it smelled fantastic, and she soon claimed one of them as her own, poking a fork cautiously into it. She just rolled her eyes at the comment about getting some one-on-one time with Ace, not even dignifying it with more of a reaction than that. When Charlotte informed her where the alcohol was, she nodded and stood up immediately to grab herself a beer.

She raised an eyebrow as Adrien asked if Charlotte was being serious. "What gave it away?" She asked lightly, taking a sip out of her beer, before smirking at Adrien's comment about his sisters having friends. Honestly, she was sure that people wondered the exact same thing about her. And actually, about most of the rebels. But that was why they were all friends.

She looked up as Adrien glanced over at her. "No, throwing up all over somebody else's house really is the sexiest thing a guy can do," she replied, letting her voice drip with sarcasm. "Or, at least, that's what some guys genuinely seem to think. I don't want anyone within a six foot radius of me if they've thrown up in the past hour. I like these shoes too much to risk ruining them," she added, grinning.

Somebody else came in, and Danielle looked up, nodding to Nick. She didn't exactly know him, but she was at least going to be civil to him. She shoved another forkful of food into her mouth, then grabbed her beer and stood up. "I better go out and make sure your sister isn't spreading too many lies," she remarked, heading out towards the two Charlottes.

In reality, Danielle just wanted to face the inevitable. Charlie was a source of conflict for Danielle, and just sitting in the kitchen, trying not to think about her, wasn't helping. She wasn't coming up with any ways to avoid it, so it was better to just face it. It was hard enough crushing on one of your best friends, but when Danielle was still in the closet, it just made it harder. She brushed herself down, tugged on the end of her skirt, and headed out to the front door.

"Hey, Charlie," she called.

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine
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Location: The Bronson Family Home
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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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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

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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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"Hey, baby," a sophomore said, eyeing her up. Danielle didn't even lift her eyes from her phone as she responded. "Fuck off." Frankly, she was proud of herself for not having punched anyone yet. She'd been hit on more times than she could count. A handful of guys had tried feeling her up, and one guy had even tried grinding on her. And she was freaking tired of it. She'd lost her friends and wasn't able to find any of them, and she just wanted to go home. The only reason she hadn't left was the free alcohol, which she was taking full advantage of. She took a sip from her drink as the sophomore's friends jeered him on. "Aw, come on, sweetheart, it's just a dance," he said. She sighed, straightened up, and turned to face him. She folded her arms as she looked him up and down. His smug smile faltered a little beneath her glare.

"I wouldn't dance with you unless somebody had a gun to my head," she replied. "And even then, I'd have to have a good, long think about it." She downed the rest of her drink, and decided that leaving the drinks table was probably her best choice right now. She really didn't feel like ending up with blood on her dress after she broke somebody's nose.

Retrieving a bottle of beer before she left, she went in search of somebody, anybody she liked before she lost it altogether. She eventually found a game of beer pong which caught her attention. She then realised who was playing, and grinned. Turns out it was Ari and Adrien against Charlotte and Cyndee. Charlotte and Cyndee were losing pretty badly, which of course meant Danielle had to chime in.

"Would a third member of the team help you guys at all?" She asked. "Because, I mean, you can't be doing much worse," she added, smirking.

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Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
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While many of the other Jocks had paired up in an attempt at becoming the ultimate beer pong champions of the night, Adrien had quickly rejected inquiries from his friends to be partners in the game. It was his sport, as Adrien liked to claim (not like nearly every other drunk and athletic guy in the yard didn't say the same thing), but he didn't need to be with some kid from the baseball or football team to prove that he was good. Nah, he could still be competitive and win games, while also spending some time with the girl that he wanted to take home for the night. That girl was Ari Rollings. He doubted that he would ever end up actually taking her home, because no matter how close they seemed to get to sleeping together, they were always too good of friends at the root of it to ever dare moving past making out. While to an extent, it seemed frustrating, it wasn't really. Not at least in the way that people would expect, with Adrien being frustrated for being friend zoned or something. He was more-so frustrated that he didn't know if he truly wanted to move past just being friends with Ari. He didn't know if he only wanted to move past in the form of sex, which he knew could be dangerous to their friendship, or something more. Until he knew that, he knew that it would be stupid to do anything impulsive. It didn't mean that it didn't feel impossible to resist when he was sin the moment, though.

Luckily, Adrien had a high alcohol tolerance, and the night was really just getting started for him. He and Ari had played a few games of beer pong already, and though she had expressed interest in abandoning the tables after this round, he still wanted to go out with a bang. This game in particular was one that he wasn't going to just not care about and lose. "No subbing this late in the game!" Adrien said, calling foul on the move that he was sure Charlotte would try to take Danielle up on. Even if Danielle was decent at the game, he was convinced that there was no saving Charlotte's shipwreck of a team. He would have to remember to thank Cydnee for being bad later in the night, since on her own, Charlotte was usually pretty decent competition. Getting his ass handed to him by his sister and her friend would've been embarrassing just in a sibling standpoint, but even more-so, given that he was a jock. "Besides, Ari and I are about to let these two meet their maker. Show 'em a little mercy, kill 'em off once and for all," he said, smirking as he motioned for Ari to take her shot first. If they both got them in, the game would be over.

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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS

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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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Location: The Bronson Residence
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Hex Color: #842C88

Adrien wanted to protest Ari leaving, be he figured that doing so might make it seem like he wanted her there for the wrong reasons. Obviously they were friends; more than friends, actually, but not to an extent where it wouldn't be weird for him to beg to retain her company. He did want her to stay for the company aspect, but he also would have been lying if his manhood ego didn't play a role in it. He was convinced that his winning shot deserved an audience, and that somehow, it would be as much as a turnon to her, as it was to his ego, for him to crush Charlotte and Cydnee in defeat. Without her there, his ping pong ball sailing into the last red cup left on the table didn't come with as much pride and joy as it would have, but it was still enough to have him sporting a tauntingly boastful smile as he buffed out his chest in success. "Hope you took notes during that game, Charlie," he teased his sister. "Can't have you making a mockery out of the Arnault name next time you play." He looked to Cydnee then, barely diminishing the cockiness in his attitude as he addressed someone outside of the family. "And Cydnee, thanks for being you. Couldn't have kicked her ass so easily if it wasn't for your solid shots." He left them with that, as the sounds of people shouting about the food having arrived allowed him to feel more at ease with leaving his reputation in that final game for now. However, he had to add, "And you might wanna find better partners if you wanna play without wasting your time," to Danielle as he passed her and headed towards the patio, where the food appeared to be being set up outside.

On his way over, he passed by Bea, who he couldn't tell just by looking at her had just been involved in a minor altercation with another girl. Hey Bea." He had grown up with Bea and the Prinsloo clan back in New York, which was probably the only reason behind the two every interacting, even to this day. Despite their different cliques and personalities, he always liked Bea. She had always seemed like the more down-to-earth Prinsloo, not like Rhia wasn't cool in her own right. "Heard they brought the food out here?" he said curiously, nodding towards the part of the yard closest to the house. "You hungry?"

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Adrien was lucky that he took his shot quickly enough, because by the time that Ari had shot hers and it went in, Charlotte was already feeling impatient, stressed out, and honestly ready to slap her brother across the face for being so obnoxious and cocky. Between the way that he had immediately shot down her only chance at making a comeback by being technical about the rules, and then the way that he and Ari had finished the game in such an effortless manner... it was safe to say that Charlotte was done with beer pong for the night. In fact, Cydnee was probably lucky that her brother had managed to get under her skin enough, because she wasn't even thinking about Cydnee letting her down during the game after that. She knew that it was nearly immature to get so worked up over a game, but Charlotte was competitive and she wouldn't deny that. She liked winning and being the best at things, and having her younger brother beat her when she knew she was more skilled than him felt insulting.

"Hey Dani," Charlotte said, finally addressing the girl after taking the liberty of downing the two cups of beer that Ari and Adrien had finished the game with. She was actually entirely sick of the taste of beer at that point, but then again, she felt like she had nothing to lose. She took a deep breath then, genuinely trying to calm her nerves as she knew that it was going to bother her all night if she didn't actually chill out. That thought alone had her thinking about one thing. Weed. That thought, then, had her pulling out her phone and texting the two people she knew would have the easy hookup to the best weed, since she doubted her dealer was here, and hadn't brought any herself.

To: Casper, Rhia
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"Sorry about him," she said, somewhat distractedly as she put her phone away. "I'll kick his ass later to make up for him being such a jerk." She meant that, even if it wasn't until tomorrow that she could get in a good unexpected punch in the stomach to remind Adrien not to fuck with her and her friends in the future. "What have you been doing while Cydnee's been stressing me the fuck out?" she said, unsure if Dani was drunk or not, though she offered Cydnee a playful smile afterwards, partly in an attempt to force herself to feel like she was kidding, even if she somewhat wasn't.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault
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A A L I Y A HXS H A N K S
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Ace Bronson Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color ✧ #22570B



Leah snorted wryly, finishing off her drink and shoving the thoughts back to whoever the hell they had come from. Leah wouldn't be anything if she wasn't stubborn, especially about this. And especially in the face of Camila's own discontent and puzzlement over the topic. At the end of the day, there was nothing to sit here and scrutinize. She and Malcolm were having sex. That was it. They were friends who hung out with his baby brother and her niece because the two were close to the same age, and they couldn't exactly bring the kids with them with the others. Their relationship wasn't a relationship-relationship and that was that. Even if some other part of her wanted to believe otherwise. The memory of earlier - of how much more honest intimate things had become, not on a physical level but an emotional one that she had had no intention of allowing - gave her pause in her denial, hand raising to graze what she was pretty sure was going to be one mean hickey on her neck. It's just sex," she told herself mentally, even as she wondered idly why there wasn't more alcohol in her cup to wash away the doubt. That's all it is.

"Well, you're definitely not gonna find them hiding out here," Leah finally declared, hopping from the counter and placing her cup in the sink. It didn't make any sense for the bartenders to be using the glass cups from the family's bar, especially considering the fact that it would have been more probable to use plastic or paper cups. The thought made her shrug, but Aaliyah only tossed a parting grin Camila's way while stating, "Just don't wind up doing anything that I wouldn't do before the night is out." Soon enough, Leah was out of the kitchen and on her way out to the lit up backyard. She could have stopped to find Cydnee, keep company with her for a bit even if it meant possibly dealing with the Arnault that shall not be named. But Leah figured that she had been cooped up inside for long enough and some fresh air - especially when there was nothing but sweat, weed, and the mingling scents of various foods suffocating the already hot air inside - would do her some good. She belatedly noted that she hadn't seen Derek yet and resolved to text him, the smallest hint of a smile reaching her eyes before it did her mouth as she walked past Adrien Arnault, greeting him, "Hey, Adrien.", but refused to stop. Leah didn't stop until she saw a small seating area that was already occupied, not even hesitating to take a seat once she noted one of her favorite Preps, Faith. Grinning, Leah couldn't help but ask about the earlier issue Ace had alluded to, "So, please tell me you know the deal from earlier. What happened?" Faith only smacked her lips, turning in her seat to fully face Aaliyah. "Giiiiirrrrrlllll...let me tell you..."

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Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Ari Rollings 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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Downstairs, Ari didn't immediately find the Prep that she was looking for, but she did find Camila not far from where she had left her and Aaliyah a few minutes prior. The Queen Bee herself wasn't around, but that wasn't too concerning. Though the Royals were a tight-knit bunch, and were pretty selective in who they associated with, it was only intelligent to network with other cliques, and Ari knew that Aaliyah had a variety of friends on the social ladder. Some probably didn't deserve the girl's time, but Ari wasn't the type to really comment on things she thought negatively of, unless asked for her opinion. Aaliyah was clearly beyond intelligent anyway, so Ari trusted her judgement on most things.

Though Camila appeared to be in the middle of conversation with someone, Ari didn't hesitate to slide into the circle next to her friend, giving her side a gentle squeeze from behind as she did so. "I'm back, but this time, without our little fibbing friend," she said playfully with a smile. "I'm looking for Riley and I could have sworn that I saw her down here a minute ago. Any idea on where she went?" she said, relaxing against the counter behind her. She still had her drink in her hand, which she had barely realized in all of the movement. Unlike Juliette who had downed hers before leaving the kitchen the first time, Ari still had about half of hers left. She tended to drink sugary cocktails slowly. It was easier to get drunk taking shots, when you had to down it because the taste was so bitter, but she also wasn't necessarily in a rush to get drunk, so she didn't mind going slowly tonight. As she waited for Camila to answer her, she pulled out her phone to quickly text Adrien.

To: Adrien
I hope you won for us ;). I pulled my weight!

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault
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CHARLOTTE β–Ώ ARNAULT

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

Charlotte hadn't even heard Danielle explain that she was going to wait a little bit away from all of the chaos surrounding the food, but at the same time, she wasn't shocked or worried when she finally turned away with her plate of food and didn't see the girl there. She wasn't the type of person who kept tabs on her friends too much. Charlotte was too comfortable with doing her own thing to ever feel insecure hanging out by herself at a party, and it was easy for her to believe that Dani must have seen another friend and drifted away with them. She would definitely call her out on ditching when she found her again, if only to be playful, but there wouldn't be any real hurt behind it.

She was curious as to where Cydnee went, though, but that was only because she was supposed to be bringing drinks to them. Charlotte's eyes searched for an empty seating area, only to have them first land upon Cat, who seemed unoccupied. The cup in her hand didn't worry Charlotte, only because she was certain that it was filled with soda or juice and not alcohol. Even if she knew that Cydnee had given her alcohol, Charlotte wouldn't have been destroyed by it. She probably would have even found it to be a bit humorous, though it secretly would have made her feel the need to watch over the redhead just a tad bit more throughout the night. As she weighed whether she wanted to approach Cat and wish a headache upon herself this early or not, she got a text from Cydnee. She opened it, assuming that it was the girl telling her to meet her somewhere because she had found a spot to sit for them, but instead read a text about Juliette apparently being passed out. It probably spoke to Charlotte and Juliette's sisterly relationship, in that Charlotte wasn't worried, but actually felt inconvenienced by this text. Juliette had a tendency to over drink, and though admittedly, her friends were good at taking care of her, Charlotte often had to take over by the end of the night. The night was still young now, though, so she was more angry than anything at her sister for what she assumed to be her drinking too much this early on.

She obliged Cydnee's request, though, if only because she felt like it was weird enough in itself that Cydnee felt compelled to text her when Juliette normally had friends of her own by her side. Charlotte didn't put her plate down; she definitely wasn't that concerned, and in the back of her mind, she hoped that Cydnee had gotten the drinks and had them with her before somehow ending up in the second level of Ace's home, but either way, she made her way inside and upstairs. It took a few knocks on the door of the bathroom that Cydnee had specified for it to be opened, but once it was, she found exactly what Cydnee had described. Juliette was on the floor, halfway clothed with Cydnee's cardigan keeping her modest on the upper-half of her body. Though she was smirking at first, the smile faded substantially when she gently kicked Juliette's arm, expecting some sort of drunken, dramatic rebuttal in return, but instead, she received nothing. Her arm fell limply beside her, and though her sister's head moved a little bit and there was a quiet groan, it wasn't the response that she was expecting. This was not Juliette after one too many cocktails. Still, Charlotte was not the type of sister, or even person, really, to become very expressive in her worry or concern. "Don't tell me she tried coke or something, because I'll murder her right here," Charlotte said. Charlotte had some experience in drugs on her own, but even she wasn't big enough in that scene to say that she did anything regularly (or even more than once) aside from marijuana. She expected and knew that her sister had even less involvement in it, but she knew from just looking at Juliette that this was related to some sort of drug. "I don't have to take her to the hospital or anything, right? She's obviously not dead," she said, only then kneeling down to confirm that her sister actually did have a pulse, even though her slight movements earlier basically confirmed that. "I'll call an Uber and text Adrien to come get her. Are her friends around? How did you find her out of all people?" she questioned as she texted Adrien, saying, "Get upstairs now. Juliette's passed out. Definitely from drugs. We're going home and I can't carry her."