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Ari Rollings

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

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β€’ Full Name
Arizona Elin Rollings

β€’ Nickname(s)
Ari

β€’ Date of Birth
June 3rd

β€’ Age
17

β€’ Zodiac Sign
Gemini

β€’ Nationality
American

β€’ Ethnicity
Her parents both come from a mix of European ethnicities, including English, German, Irish, French and Swedish blood.

β€’ Sexual Orientation
Bisexual

β€’ Sexual History
She has never gotten farther then "second base". She definitely is nervous to go all the way, but also has never been in a situation where anyone was pushing her towards that, so until she's put into an experience like that, it's hard to say whether she would absolutely say no to sex or not at this point. One thing she is sure of, though, is that she's definitely more comfortable, sexually, with other females.

β€’ Relationship History
She was in a short relationship as a sophomore, and is currently single. She isn't desperate for a relationship, and doesn't want one just for superficial reasons, but she also wouldn't be against being in a serious relationship with someone.

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Appearance

β€’Height
5'8

β€’Weight
125 lbs

β€’ Eyes
Brown, she does not need or wear glasses or contacts

β€’Hair
It's a golden brown color, that grows lighter, with a strawberry tint to it, when it gets a lot of sun.

β€’ Fashion Sense
Her fashion choices generally include designer labels, and clothes that are acceptable and typical of the upperclass. She doesn't like anything too flashy or showy, but she's certainly not against wearing tight dresses or crop tops when she's at an event where those outfits are appropriate. If there's anything noteworthy about her fashion choices, it's that she still has retained a little bit of her roots, in not being very "preppy", but preferring either preferring more casual or edgy clothes.

β€’ Overall Attractiveness
Ari is often told that she looks like a mixture of Emma Watson and Holland Roden, and given that she finds both of those girls to be very pretty, she definitely takes that comparison as a compliment. She has a bit of a girl next door look to her, where she doesn't have a huge chest, or a tiny waist, or some special feature that really makes her stand out, but she definitely isn't ugly.

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Personality

β€’ Good Traits
-She's artistic and creative.
-She's a good listener, a mediator and peacemaker among her friends. She thinks of herself as being fair and someone who always tries to figure out the easiest and best possible solution.
-She's organized, clean and neat.

β€’ Bad Traits
-She wouldn't call herself boring, and she's not, but she's not spontaneous either. She likes for things to be scheduled, where she has time to plan for things, and doesn't like jumping out of bed at two in the morning to go on an adventure.
-She is not academically intelligent. She was diagnosed with dyslexia as a child and struggles tremendously with most core subjects in school. Outside of the classroom, she's perfectly competent and she's not lacking in common or social smarts, but in the classroom, she definitely has a more difficult time.
-She can be a bit anal about things being neat and just how she likes it.

β€’ Written Personality
A lot of Ari's appeal comes from how effortless everything about her seems to be. She has that cool girl vibe, that shows that she's comfortable with herself and isn't very insecure, and she possesses that in a very natural way. It doesn't seem like she's trying to hard to fit in or be someone that she's not, and she's not someone who will say or do something just to be a part of the in crowd. That doesn't necessarily mean that she's someone who's actively trying to break the mold or the social order of things, because she's not, but she's not some follower who's on the brink of being downgraded to a wannabe, and tries oh so hard to retain relevancy. That's not her, and while she finds that she fits in best with her Royal companions, she confidently believes that she would be just as content in any other group on the social ladder if that was where her interests fell. She exudes confidence and self-esteem, and often comes off as unbothered by other people's opinions of her.

Ari doesn't think of herself as someone who is very judgmental, and she wouldn't refuse a friendship with anyone simply based on their clique. At the same time, she believes that as a human being, it's instinctual, unpreventable, and actually smart to judge people. There's a difference, though, in judging someone in your head, and trying to figure out who they are internally, compared to doing that and then acting on that in extreme way. If someone fits the mold of someone who looks and acts like they probably have a bunch of used heroine needles in their pocket, you can bet that she's not going to actively seek out conversation with them. If someone looks and acts like they won't be able to contribute any intelligent conversation or meaningful interaction with her, or that they have nothing in common, she will avoid them as well, and she finds nothing wrong with being judgmental in that sense. It doesn't lead to her being a bully, criticizing people for no reason just to establish her dominance, or to make herself seem cooler. It's just simply a way to figure out who's worth spending her time with. Of course, it comes with the cons of her potentially sorting out people who could be compatible friends with her, but it's not something that she's overly concerned with.

Although she isn't unsocial or awkward, Ari tends to be someone who's more comfortable in small groups or with a select group of close friends. She's not someone who's a crazy social butterfly, or someone who's actively trying to make friends with strangers. Calling her cold might be a stretch, but she definitely has more of that selective-friendliness thing going for her, where she only really welcomes and embraces her friends, over strangers. It's not an attempt at making anyone feel left out or anything, and is more-so a personal thing, where she just doesn't feel comfortable opening up to strangers. With her friends, though, she only has that short and colder side to her when she's angry or bothered about something. Other than that, she's energetic, easy going, and has a tendency to act as the mediator or peacemaker of the group, the one who doesn't want any tension and drama, or unnecessary fighting. To an extent, she's that way for the obvious reason of not wanting her friends to have issues with one another, but additionally, she's also very sensitive and hates being involved in conflict herself. She finds there to be a difference in being sensitive and insecure, with the latter not being a trait that she would use against herself. She isn't someone who's always worrying about what people are thinking of her, but at the same time, if someone calls her out on a flaw, she doesn't take it lightly and tends to be more emotional than one would expect from her.

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Past
β€’ Hometown
She was born in a small town of Arizona, called Cottonwood. She lived there for a year, before her family moved on. They traveled throughout most of the mid-west and south-west parts of the country, never staying in one area for more than a couple of months, until she was twelve, when she moved to Los Angeles, to live with her mother's sister and her husband. She has called Los Angeles home ever since.

β€’ Upbringing
Ari's upbringing is not one that would be labeled as traditional, and yet, when she looks back on it, she doesn't think of it as being a bad time. It was just... different. Both of her parents were artists. Her mother, Stacy, came from an upper class family in Los Angeles, and moved to New York when she was in college, to study art at New York University. Her parents were very insistent that she go to school for law or medicine, or something more profitable, but she was their black sheep of the family, and eventually they gave in to her dreams of becoming an artist, if only because at first, she promised that she would double major in education and become an art teacher. Things didn't go that way though, and her parents blame the boy that she fell in love with during that first year of college. He wasn't a student at NYU, but at a local community college. He was majoring in art too, but came from a drastically different background from Stacy, and they actually met while he was homeless and sneaking into the NYU dorms to shower. Ari has heard the story so many times, that she could tell you their love story from cover to cover, but long story short, they fell in love, and Stacy's parents were barely able to convince her to graduate from NYU before she and her boyfriend, Max, eloped, bought an RV, and went on a cross country expedition. They worked as freelance artists, taking on jobs and selling their paintings wherever they ended up. Stacy and her family were constantly at odds for her life choices after this, and that only became all the more true when she became pregnant with Ari. Her parents didn't think that she and her raggedy husband could not only afford, but emotionally too, provide a good life for a child, when they were living like dirty hippies in some old RV. Of course, her parents painted the picture as being much more destitute than it really was, but it just clashed so strongly with their lifestyle. Ari's childhood wasn't bad though. She wasn't neglected or living in poverty, just much more simply than most kids were. She was a happy child who loved exploring, travelling and seeing what the world had to offer. Six years after she was born, her parents had another child, Flynn, and like her, her parents loved and wanted the best for Flynn. He became Ari's best (and really, only) friend, and even today, she feels incredibly close and connected with her brother.

It's shocking, really, that her mother actually encouraged her to leave their close knit family when she was twelve. A year before, Stacy's sister, Julie, found out that she was barren, and would not be able to have children of her own. Julie and her husband, Marc, decided against surrogacy and were looking into adoption, when Julie and Stacy's mother made one final plea for Stacy to leave Max, and move back to California with the children to raise them "normally". After discussing things with Max, and knowing that Ari was struggling far more with the little academic work that she gave her kids, than even the younger Flynn was, Stacy asked Ari if she wanted to spend a year with her aunt and uncle, attending a normal school, and experiencing their lifestyle. Ari said yes, because it sounded like an adventure, and just a few weeks before, she had watched an episode of Degrassi on a television in a diner that her mother was having a consultation with a client in, and it made "real" school seem cool and interesting. Then again, her mother encouraging her leaving only signified how much Stacy truly loved her daughter and wanted the best for her.

β€’ Pets
As a kid, she had three dogs: two mutts, Rover and Sammy, and a Golden Retriever, Daisy. Daisy and Sammy are still alive, and living with her parents and brother, and Rover died a year before she moved in with her aunt and uncle.

β€’ Education
Ari was homeschooled for the first twelve years of her life. A lot of people who homeschool do it in a very legitimate manner, but that wasn't the case with Ari's parents. They forged the documents required by the state, and taught their kids in a very relaxed manner, claiming that the kids would learn more from travelling and exploring than they would on their own. This wasn't a great approach for a kid like Ari, who already struggled with dyslexia and could have benefited from some real help from people trained in education. Her parents did teach her most of the basics, so it wasn't like when she was twelve and moved in with her aunt and uncle, that she couldn't read or count to ten, but the first few years of traditional schooling were definitely very stressful for her. It took a lot of tutors and extra help to catch her up to a normal level, and even now, starting her sixth year at Buckley, as a junior, she still struggles academically with nearly all of her core subject courses.

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Present
β€’ Household
Her household consists of herself, her aunt and her uncle. They do not have any children of their own, and Ari's own brother lives with their parents still.

β€’ Pets
None, her Aunt is allergic to pet hair.

β€’ Secrets
It's not necessarily a secret, but Ari has always been lowkey about her upbringing, and she definitely does leave out detail here and there. For the most part, her friends are aware that she traveled a lot as a child, and that her parents are artists. They know that she was homeschooled and that she has a brother, but that's about it. They don't know about the very simple and nontraditional lifestyle, about how she spent twelve years living in an RV with no television or internet, and how her parents were very into everything being natural and off the grid. Ari likes to think that she's not embarrassed by it, and in her head, she isn't, but she has become a lot more accustomed to "the real world" since moving in with her aunt and uncle, and because of that, she's becoming more and more distant with her roots. As that happens, she has become more aware of how her roots are abnormal and how people would probably think of her differently if they knew what her real family was like, so it's just not something that she would ever go out of her way to talk about.

β€’ Summer Spent
She had to retake her math class in summer school, after failing it as a sophomore. She volunteered at the Children's Hospital of Los Angeles four days a week, alternating between working in the gift shop and entertaining children waiting in the waiting rooms. She spent a lot of the rest of her summer at the country club her family belongs to and the beach, as well as spending a few long weekends in New York and London. What she enjoyed the most though, was spending three days with her parents and brother when they came to visit.

β€’ Socioeconomic Status
Upper Class

β€’ Residence
10325 Greendale Drive, Los Angeles CA, 90077

β€’ Transportation
Range Rover

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Family
β€’ Aunt β€’ Julie Edwards β€’ Luxury Real Estate Agent β€’ Age 42
β€’ Uncle β€’ Bradley Edwards β€’ Plastic Surgeon β€’ Age 43
β€’ Mother β€’ Stacy Rollings β€’ Freelance Artist β€’ Age 44
β€’ Father β€’ Max Rollings β€’ Freelance Artist β€’ Age 43
β€’ Brother β€’ Flynn Rollings β€’ Age 12


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Future
β€’ Short Term Goals
She really wants to improve her PSAT scores, so that when she takes the SAT this year, she does remotely well on it. Right now her scores are... well, they're not something that any reputable college would be impressed by. She also knows that she needs to start taking college more seriously, and figuring out what she's going to do in terms of that. Is she going to do what her aunt and uncle are pushing for, and go into a field that she knows she won't enjoy (or do well in), or will she follow her passion of art, and disappoint that family?

β€’ Long Term Goals
She's still stuck on those short term goals, so until she can figure that out, her long term goals won't really be one of her priorities. She knows that she wants to study abroad for a semester in college, but that's as far as she's thinking.

β€’ Aspirations
She doesn't have any specific career aspirations, though she knows that she would love to end up doing something art related. In a more personal aspect, she is someone who wants to have a family one day, but she doesn't want some uppity lifestyle like the one she's living in now. At the same time, she doesn't think she wants something as nontraditional as what her own parents have.

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Buckley School

β€’ Grade
11th Grade

β€’ Lifer?
She started at Buckley when she was twelve years old. She should have been starting seventh grade, but because of her homeschooling background and how her dyslexia prevented her from reaching "normal" standards, she was placed in the sixth grade class.

β€’ Scholarship or Not?
No

β€’ Group/Clique
Royals

β€’ Are You Happy?
Yes, she is content with her clique and would not change it.

β€’ Clubs?

β€’ Sports?
She plays on the girl's volleyball team.

β€’ What Are You Looking Forward To?

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Out of Character

β€’ Plotline Ideas for your Character?
At this point, I don't have anything major planned for her. If anything, I have a few ideas for more personal conflicts, such as her parents divorcing and leading her to rethink what "true love" is, and the internal conflicts that will come with that. The stress of college applications, and dealing with what her aunt and uncle expect of her compared to what her parents expect of her will present some challenges too. Nothing at this point, though, that would affect the other characters.

β€’ Timezone
I'm on EST

β€’ How Often Do you Post?
I'm a student and have a job, but I should be able to post within 48 hours of it being "my turn" to post. I don't like making people wait (because I don't like people doing that to me), so I can guarantee that unless something random and very extreme happens, you'll always get a heads up if I'm going to be gone for a substantial period of time.

So begins...

Ari Rollings's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault

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C Y D N E E . B L A C K

Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cydnee's Outfit
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C A T . V A L E N T I N E

Dialogue Color: #a84468
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cat's Outfit
"Dammit, Cat, would you stop moving?" Cydnee growled, reaching to grab a Q-tip to erase the skewed eyeliner line that the sharp move of Cat's head had caused. After doing the girl's makeup so many times, Cydnee was pretty accustomed to literally having to hold her head in place with more physical force than she would ever use on any other client, but somehow, Cat always still managed to move around enough to mess things up. That was why it usually took Cydnee forty-five minutes to an hour to finish the look that was natural enough that only, ideally, should have taken twenty minutes, tops. Cat had a face and style that was cute more than it was sexy, which wasn't a bad thing, as it definitely worked for her, especially given her personality, but it also meant that Cydnee couldn't go all out and paint her face into something mature. There were times when she did like to experiment on Cat, but only when she knew that Cat wasn't actually going anywhere afterwards. Tonight, she left the girl with a clean and simple look, though she did plan on obliging in her request for sparkles, by covering her nude shaded eyes with some glitter... if she could ever get up to that point.

"I'm not moving," Cat objected, even though she definitely had been. She was growing reckless from having to sit still for so long, especially as Gigi's text arrived in her inbox, and she was reminded of how much fun she could be having right now. Not that the mention of Aaliyah alluded to fun, but just the reminder of Gigi did. "Remember to do sparkles! I love sparkles!" she added in though, as she did her best to keep her head still all while typing out a response to Gigi.

To: Gigi
What does your hair look like! Is it pretty!

"Really? You're not moving?" Cydnee questioned sarcastically with a roll of her eyes, as Cat opened her eyes mid eye liner application to answer her phone. Luckily, Cydnee had just about finished them up by then, and paused to read her own text from Gigi too. She had her own response for the girl, one that was meant half-playfully, but only because as much as she was joking, it wasn't uncommon for she and Aaliyah to settle their silly little squabbles with a sometimes less-than-playful hit or two.

To: Gigi
Pop that bitch right in the jaw. From my experience that's the only way she seems to learn who she is not gonna be messing with

"Just sit still so I can finish your eyes, and then I just need to use some setting spray on you and you'll be good," she insisted once her phone was resting on her vanity once again. She turned Cat's swivel chair slightly, so she was facing her better, and snatched the girl's phone from her hands before tossing it across the room where it landed on her bed with a gentle thud. "That's so you'll keep your eyes shut," she reasoned, pushing Cat's head back only slightly so the lighting hit her better.

Cat was going to do her best to remain still, especially now that her phone was nowhere within reach, but she didn't think it was necessary to stop moving her mouth when all Cydnee was working on was her eyes. "Me and you should totally skip Ace's party and go to Glowzone with Gigi instead! They have laser tag and mini golf there!"

"And Ace's house has vodka and tequila. Pretty sure one easily beats the other on the fun meter, Cat."

"That's what I'm saying! Laser tag is more fun than that!" Cat agreed enthusiastically, as if Cydnee had used her line as a reinforcement that Gigi's party sounded more fun too. "Alcohol doesn't even taste good."

"You don't drink it because it tastes good. I'll make you something tonight that tastes good enough and show you it's better than laser tag. Have you ever even tried it before?"

"One time when I was in second grade, I was at my communion at church and I drank wine," she offered, as if that really counted. "It tasted gross and a bunch of people drank out of the same cup right before me which is probably why I got strep throat the next day."

"That doesn't count," Cydnee said, too occupied with stepping back to examine Cat's face from afar to focus on giving her a deadpan expression at the girl for really thinking that that example counted. Her face looked good, even if the looks she gave Cat were never extremely memorable. Again, they couldn't be. It just wouldn't fit with who Cat was. Sometimes for that reason, combined with the fact that Cat was her friend (whether she wanted to admit that or not), Cydnee felt bad about still charging the girl. It was clear that Cat liked getting her makeup done at least in part out of having a desire to socialize, and it was sad that she had to pay for that, but Cydnee always had to remind herself that it was Cat who drove an Audi, not her. Cydnee had never been to Cat's house, and she honestly knew very little about the girl's upbringing, but she was pretty sure that she came from money. If not, there was no way that she would be so willing to spend $50 once a week or so, for Cydnee to do her makeup. "You look good," she said, after the final touches were done and she had sprayed the girl with a setting spray to keep everything in place.

With the final blessing that she could finally open her eyes and move, Cat spun around to face herself in Cydnee's mirror. "I do look good," she instantly beamed, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She had come to Cydnee's house completely ready for the party, and she didn't even consider that Cydnee would want time to herself now to get ready before going to the party. In her mind, they were going to the party together because... well, why not?! She did, however, know that she needed to reach out to some friends since Cydnee's dictator-styled makeover session had forced her to relinquish her phone for a bit, so the first thing that she did once she retrieved it was make a Snapchat video. Finding the cat filter, her favorite one, she began filming herself, saying, "Hey guys! Look how pretty Cydnee made me! I love her! Haha!", before flipping the camera to face the girl as Cat continued to laugh happily. She made sure to personally send it to Jasmine, Gigi, Ari, Juliette, Sabina, and Cydnee herself, before also posting it to her Story.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks 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: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #7957C2

"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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Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault

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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS

Clique: Royals
Grade: 11
Dialogue Color: #C74600
Outfit: This ➜ This
Location: Arizona Rolling's House
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While all of her friends were able to finally breathe a sigh of relief now that finals were over, and focus on the fun that tonight was supposed to entail, Ari struggled with that concept. It wasn't like school was completely over with. They still had time before Christmas break, and even if the most stressful aspect of the semester was over, Ari wasn't going to be able to relax until she had no assignments left to be finished. Actually, she wasn't going to be able to relax until she saw all of the grades from those assignments and the finals they had just finished taking. Unlike many of her friends, Ari struggled tremendously with school. It wasn't because she didn't try, because she definitely did that. In fact, compared to all of her friends, it was arguable that Ari spent the most time out of them all focused on her school work. She could spend hours studying a single course throughout the week, and then come the exam date, still manage to fail it or just barely pass. She had come to terms with the fact that her brain wasn't meant for learning this type of stuff, and she didn't think that was a pessimistic claim as much as it was a realistic one. Maintaining a 2.0 GPA in itself was a struggle, and something that she stressed about quite frequently because her involvement in volleyball depended on that.

Earlier this week, she had gotten back an exam grade in her history class that had nearly pushed her to tears. It was a twenty question exam, and she had only managed to get eight of them correct, which meant she ended up with a 40% on the test. It wasn't the first time she had scored so poorly in the class either, and she knew she was very lucky that because of her dyslexia and difficulties with learning, her guidance counselor had worked with many of her teachers to allow her to regain some points on her exams by doing test corrections after she saw her initial grade. If some of the other students in the class knew about it, they would probably find it to be unfair that she had an opportunity to do better when they didn't, but it was worth noting that it wasn't like she would suddenly go from a grade of 40% to a 100%. The goal was usually just to get her at a passing level, so for a lot of students anyway, doing three hours worth of test corrections just to have your grade bumped up to a 65% probably normally wouldn't be worth it anyway. For Ari, though, they were usually the difference between passing or failing a class, and so she took them very seriously, and was always very grateful for the opportunity to do them.

That was why while all of her friends were preparing for Ace's party, with some of them at Aaliyah's, where she was probably expected to be right now too, Ari was sitting at the desk in her bedroom, frantically typing the last few sentences of corrections on her computer, before sending the document to her teacher's email. She had to send them in by midnight tonight to get credit, and given that she would be at Ace's soon, Ari was pressed to finish them as quickly as possible. She hadn't even started getting ready for the party, so seeing Juliette's text asking where she was only stressed her out more. There was no way that she was going to make it to pregame with them, she knew, as she glanced down at her pajama-clad body. Even though getting dressed didn't take too long, given that the outfit she was wearing to the party was pretty simple, she knew that doing her makeup would take at least another twenty. Plus, she did want to get some food in her stomach now, even if Ace probably was going to be serving food at the party. Ari was all for drinking and getting drunk, but she definitely was the kind of person who preferred being tipsy and still in control of herself, over sloppy and wasted.

To: Juliette
I'm running behind schedule :( I'm sry! I'll meet you guys there!

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault

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JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT

Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #7957C2

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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Characters Present

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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L U C A SXE S C U Y O S
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Outfit: Link Here
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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_____ T H EXP E R F O R M E R _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: Glowzone LA
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5



"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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Characters Present

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
Cydnee's Outfit
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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: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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xxlocation: bronson residence xxxoutfit: here

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xxx"you can't wake up.
xxxthis is not a dream.
xxxyou're part of a machine.
xxxyou are not a human being."

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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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Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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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

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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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.

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Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Bronson Residence
Outfit: This
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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Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Rhiannon Prinsloo. Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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CHARLOTTE β–Ώ ARNAULT

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

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: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Roman Eliades

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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Ace Bronson Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



In Luke's defense, if he was considered to be drunk - he was not drunk, fuck you thought! - it wasn't technically his fault. No really, listen. After a few more minutes of dancing. he had exclaimed very brazenly that he had wanted a blow job and yes, he definitely meant it in the most lewd way possible. Alcohol makes you lose a bit of your inhibitions and since Luke barely had any in the first place, not being drunk did not mean that he wasn't going to tipsily say some things that even in sobriety he would say, but with a bit more tact. And the guy - okay, that wind up being a crew he was dancing with, but there was a specific person, so keep up - he was with grinned and said okay. How was Luke supposed to know that he was being led to the bar inside the house and given a blow job drink? To say the least, he wasn't exactly the happiest camper, but the alcohol already in his system combined with the three shots of blow job - and come the fuck on! If you're gonna make a drink called a 'blow job,' the least you could do was make it a little more than a shot, make it something satisfactory - honestly got him a little drunk. But he was used to this and he had control, damn it.

Again, fuck what you thought!

Giggling to himself back on the dance floor, Luke was happily going about his business, using this one girl he fuzzily recalled to be in his science class that neither of them really ever paid attention in for balance as he ground back against his dance partner, hips swirling sensually, lowering and then rising again in time with the music. If anything, even when drunk, Luke could probably spend an entire party on the dance floor and not get too tired until late in the evening. But his brain was definitely not as into it and before long, he was straightening - still dancing, really - and pulling out his phone. Another giggle, shameless, dribbled past his lips as he barely even considered what and to whom he was texting. All that he knew was that he was pressing send without much thought.

To: Roman
I spy wit mi lil eye...not mi fave eye candy

To: Roman
Ur fired btw. How u gonn b tall, hot & mysterious n not show up 2 tempt a bitch?? So rude

Luke got jerked from his sneaky grinning by his dance partner abruptly, almost dropping his phone as the guy snatched him up so that his chest was tightly pressed against Luke's back. Which did not make for a happy Lucas because, well -
"Um, 'scuse you. I know this booty fat and everything, but you ain't gotta snatch it from me like a flat ass, wanna-be-black Kardashian," he snapped, trying to turn around, but the grip on his hips tightened. "And you don't gotta disrespect me by texting another guy when you're with me," was the retort and Luke held up a finger that he couldn't see too clearly, not having the attitude. He obviously didn't see that the object of his previous thoughts was already present. And now you done killed the vibe cuz bitch, who da fuuuuuck you talkin' to?" At this point, his voice had risen, not too much over the music that everyone in the house would hear, but those standing close to them did and somewhat paused. Luke managed to squirm out of the hold on his thin hips, which had felt squished in the guy's hands, but soon enough his wrist was being squeezed like the guy was trying to break it. "Pretty sure you're the bottom bitch here," nameless fuck said icily and Luke tried pushing the guy away and snatching his wrist out of the hold, but the guy's grip tightened painfully and Luke was a lot of things, but physically strong was not one of them. And that realization - drunk as he was - was enough to make his heart race exponentially.


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Location: Ace Bronson Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color ✧ #22570B



Aaliyah was not glowing. She refused to even acknowledge that statement from Juliette, promptly taking another bite of her pizza, unbothered by the questioning gazes and the arrival of her Royals. After she chewed for a minute or two and swallowed, Aaliyah finally graced Juliette with an emotionless look and replied, "If that is your way of asking if I fucked anyone, then the answer is no," Grabbing another napkin, she dabbed at her lips, grateful that her lipstick was stain-proof and even though the grease was unflattering, there would be no smearing. "I'm not ashamed to get mine, as you all well know, but I'd much better prefer my own bedroom. Especially not the home of someone who remembers me from way back when." It was true. She wouldn't have said anything to Malcolm if they had gone through with anything, but after the fact, Aaliyah would have felt a touch guilty for sleeping in one of the spare rooms of the Bronson's. Ace was one of her oldest and closest friends and while she was pretty sure that he wouldn't hesitate to hook up with someone at her place, she could not say that the feeling was mutual. His parents felt like an almost extended family and just like you would feel weird if you were to do something like make out with someone in your parents' bedroom, it always felt odd to do anything with anyone at the Bronson's place. She didn't know why; it just did.

Smiling sweetly at Juliette, Aaliyah remarked, "I'll text her, but if whatever you were doing earlier didn't ruin your lipstick, then I'm pretty sure a simple slice of pizza isn't going to do you any harm." Taking another bite, Aaliyah walked to the counter space by the sink and hoisted herself upwards so that she comfortably sit on it, crossing her legs idly. "And don't even try to pretend like you haven't been up to something, Miss Arnault. Because we both know it had to be you disappearing from them before they ditched you. Isn't that right, Mila?"

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Roman Eliades

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Roman Eliades
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000

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Just when she thinks all of her words were flying over Roman's head, his subtle quirk of the lips and a simple "You're right" is all the nameless girl needs for her night to be made. Of course the blonde had been listening to every word, whether he cares or not is a whole other ballgame, but he listened. He can't quite tell how long it's been since he's lost track of Rhia and Casper, both of which are off somewhere stirring up more trouble than they're worth, but the redhead beauty in front of him is but a fraction of a second away from ending up in his bed at the closing of the night and his two only-came-for-the-cake friends are the last thing he's trying to concern himself with.

The bass thumping against his ears and skin makes him feel almost numb. Or maybe it's the lack of sleep coupled with the numerous shots of Hennessy. He can't tell, nor does he care, all he knows is that he shouldn't have been able to sense his cell phone vibrating in his back pocket, but he does. It could be just about anyone. Most likely Casper looking to get him into another mess he doesn't want to be a part of, but that's not the first thing that comes to Roman's mind. Everything around him is paralyzed as his head races off to Hannah, immediately assuming the worst like he has made a habit of doing for the past month, and feeling the mildest sense of annoyance when he reads the name. Luke fucking Escuyos would. Rolling his eyes in distaste, the phone is slipped back into his pocket as he struggles to focus his attention back where it should be. i.e. not on the small boy that's constantly demanding his attention, sometimes even without trying.

But grandfather universe is against him tonight and is doing everything possible to keep him from turning the dial back to the girl who's name he hasn't even asked for yet. Roman's annoyance quickly turns to curiosity directed at the scene happening just a few feet away. It's dark, loud, and crowded, but it's obvious to him that someone is getting a little out of hand. Countless men and women may pass through his bed on an almost daily basis, but always with their consent. Forcing yourself on someone who clearly isn't interested is just pathetic, and had Roman not known either of the two involved in the drama he would have intervened anyway seeing as nobody else has the balls to, but as he walks closer and recognizes both faces there's really no doubt over whether he'll put in his two cents or not. The million dollar question is, which one of the slimey bastard's hands should be break first.

"Getting a little handsy there, aren't we Mike?" Roman's voice comes from behind the senior, his eyes meeting Luke's long enough to catch the look on terror, before they switch back on his target. Michael Collins, Roman knows him well, and often finds himself wishing he didn't. One of the few people that seems to live with the sole purpose of getting under the Roman's skin. Because he knows the sad excuse for a man, Roman decides to use a pint of generosity, allowing him three seconds to respond before his elbow promptly connects with the aggressor's collarbone and sends him onto his knees in a serious of curses. "You just love to piss me off, don't you." the question, or rather statement, is directed at the man on the floor before his attention is back on Luke. "And so do you.".





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Camila Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #722f37

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Camila can't deny the mild relief she feels when Ari joins the small group. Maybe then Juliette might actually listen to what she and Aaliyah have to say. "What's mine is yours, buttercup." she states confidently, rounding up the last drops of her drink. There's not a vast amount of time left of the party, but even still, Cami knows she's going to need a least a couple more drinks before the night is over. Especially with all the implications of having fucked being thrown around. In all honesty, out of the four Royals, Cami would probably be the most adamant in denying having slept with someone because that's not what she goes to school for. But also because any hookups are purely accidental.

Aaliyah swears up and down the room that she and Malcolm did nothing of the sort, because regardless of whether she mentions his name or not Camila knows damn well he's the only one at this party with the possibility of getting any from miss Queen B, and Cami believes her. One look at her face is more than enough.

The brunette leans lazily against the counter top, tainted lips quirked into a smirk as she listens to Aaliyah's calling out Juliette. It's an entertaining scene to say the least. "Isn't that right, Mila?" Setting her cup aside, Cami's browns dash across the counter to a flustered brunette. Anyone that knows Camila well, as Juliette does, knows that there's no point in even attempting to lie to her. The girl said it herself and she should know, Cami will call anyone out on their bullshit. "No use denying what we all know is true, Jules." she responds, one eyebrow lifting in question. "Unless you have an alibi thick enough to convince me."

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Ace Bronson Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Roman Eliades

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Hex Code: #DF1616
Location: Ace Bronson's Home | Bedroom
Outfit: Here
To: Juliette
Ofc :) give me a minute

The text from Juliette requesting drinks for her and her friends came just as the last box of pizza was brought outside. Even though Ace didn't paint himself as being some crazy host, he had to make sure that there were plates and napkins, and still enough cups and alcohol to go around outside before he started to put together a plate of food for himself. He had a decent amount of alcohol in him, but he was also good at holding his liquor, so he probably barely even seemed buzz to people who he talked with. It was definitely something that he preferred, though. He thought that it was embarrassing at the least, when guys got wasted and sloppy, cursing and talking trash to anyone who looked in their direction. Ace could get to that point, as anyone probably could, but he had to be blackout drunk to get there, and normally, getting to that place required a hefty amount of tequila. Tonight he was still sticking mostly to beer, though after he had a plate full of wings and a slice of pepperoni pizza ready to eat, he made his way over to the bar. He had every intention of making a rum and coke for himself, and either a few Madras or Cosmo concoctions for the girls, per Juliette's request, when one of his fellow Royals came up to him in a bit of a panic, talking about a fight. "Fuck this," Ace groaned. He was already being a good person by throwing a party that they all knew was illegal. Why did people think it was appropriate to take his kindness for granted even more? Risking people drinking underage on your parents' property was one thing, but having to possibly deal with some lawsuit due to an assault, especially one involving underage drinking, crossed the line for him. "Make sure every single fucking one of them is kicked out. I'll be over there in a minute," he told the guy, who seemed positive in his affirmation in ensuring that it happened. Ace just hoped that it wasn't an A-lister who was involved. That would piss him off even more than it being some random stranger who probably didn't have a reason to truly respect his kindness anyway.

Because his crush on Juliette was still that strong, he really considered making the drinks himself, delivering them to her, and then going to sort out this fight situation. However, one of his good friends, Alan Tristan seemed to be enjoying acting as the bartender, and it seemed quicker to get him to do it. "Dude, make me four Madras, and a rum and coke. Juliette and her friends need them, but I'll be back in a minute to grab them. Some fucking assholes are fighting out there apparently," he said, before departing. Seconds after Ace was gone, Alan turned to another Jock, Max, who was standing behind the bar with him and said, "Well, looks like we've got a perfect use for these babies," he said, discretely pulling a small bag out of his pocket, containing two Roofies, and waving it lowly so that only the other guy could see. "Dude, you're not really gonna do that, are you? I mean, as long as I can claim one of the lucky recipients of one of those as mine for the night, my lips are sealed, but you know you're fucked if he catches you trying to fuck around with his girl, or even Aaliyah. No, actually she'll probably try to kill you if she ends up drinking that." Alan seemed aware of that, though, saying, "Trust me, I'm not looking to fuck the Queen Bee. Juliette doesn't even fucking like Bronson, we all know that. She won't give anyone else a chance to prove that to her, so this little friend of mine's gonna help me ease her into the idea of another guy being able to give her dick and more. I'm gonna stick a lime in one of the drinks, and tell Ace that one's for Aaliyah, and then either Camilla or Ari will end up with the other. You'd be lucky getting to fuck either of them, let's be real." Max seemed satisfied with that, and the two prepared the five drinks that Ace requested, not knowing that Catarina Valentine was the only person who saw them very discretely drop the pills into two of the glasses. Alan secured a lime on the rim of one of the ones that didn't contain the drug, and stuck a blue straw in one of the two that he knew had the drug in it, leaving two others unidentified, with one having a drug and the other without, since they didn't care whether Ari or Camilla got that.

Ace had barely gotten halfway towards the fight when a few of his friends met him. "Don't even worry about it, man. Just a bunch of little fags fighting Collins. It's not a big deal, we've got people tossing 'em out," the reassured him, clearly knowing that Ace wasn't enjoying his party as much as he deserved to be. The logical side of his brain didn't want to just take their word for it, but by now, he was ready to just not give a fuck and enjoy himself, so he turned back around. Though he had just had sex with Juliette, he was stressed enough now where he was ready for round two, and he hoped that bringing her drinks would make a round two possible once the party ended. "Thanks a million," he said, giving a mock salute to Alan as he returned to the bar to see the five drinks he had requested ready and waiting for him.

"The one with the straw's for Juliette, since Max heard her freaking out about her lipstick or some shit earlier, and I don't know if that's how makeup works, but I feel like straws help, and the one with the lime is for Aaliyah. She asked for one in the drink I made her earlier, so I figured it's probably her 'thing'," Alan explained, though he was completely making up that interaction with Aaliyah for the purpose of his plan. Ace didn't noticed, too wrapped up in actually wanting to enjoy himself, so he only thanked Alan once more as he placed the drinks onto a serving tray that his parents had beneath the bar counter and carried them into the kitchen. His smile grew into a natural one, no longer forced, once he spotted Juliette and the girls, especially since they all looked relaxed and happy, eating and talking. "Sorry that took a little bit longer than a minute," he said, grinning as he rounded the counter that the girls were sitting on, to kiss Juliette on the cheek and set the drinks down beside where Aaliyah was sitting. He didn't notice that at some point during the walk in, the lime had fallen from the glass that had specifically been marked to not have a roofie in it, so all he knew to do was to give Juliette the one with the straw, before handing another drugged drink to Aaliyah, and the two normal ones to Camilla and Arizona. "Apparently someone was fighting outside. The guys took care of it, but I've been all over the place," he said, exhaling. He leaned back against the counter in an attempt to relax, before realizing that his plate of food was still outside. "...And of course I forgot my food outside," he said in mild annoyance. "I'm gonna grab that, and then I better get a few minutes to hang out with my girl before she's completely wasted and incoherent," he teased as he headed back towards the door, only referencing Juliette's tendency to get very drunk, and being completely unaware of the fact of how true his reference would be, given that her drink was drugged.

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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS

Clique: Royals
Grade: 11
Dialogue Color: #C74600
Outfit: This
Location: Ace Bronson's House
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Ari believed Aaliyah when she claimed that she hadn't slept with anyone tonight. She had been too distracted with Adrien and the beer pong game to be keeping tabs on anyone once the night really set in, so she had no reason to think otherwise. Beyond that, as Aaliyah said, she was pretty confident in her sensuality, so she wasn't the type who seemed like they would ever deny their sexual affairs, at least without a good reason. It was something that she appreciated about Aaliyah; the girl had a very strong sense of self. People could call her whatever they wished (though very few were bold enough to do it to her face), but it wouldn't shake her confidence. She knew who she was, and she was comfortable with it, so other people's opinions didn't seem to bother her. It always reminded Ari of the saying about how "the lion doesn't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep". Juliette being dishonest about he sexual encounters wasn't something that would surprise any of them though, probably. Aaliyah and Camila liked teasing her about it, and admittedly, Ari was usually amused watching Juliette squirm and try to defend herself, but she rarely ever partook in grilling the girl about sex. Did it have to do with the fact that Ari had a crush on her friend, that she hated, hated, and hated some more? Yeah, but like that crush, she wasn't willing to admit that. Besides, as they all seemed to know, Ari was probably the most gentle out of the group when it came to Juliette. She had a more comforting side to her, so it was usually Ari who Juliette turned to when she wanted to claim that everyone was being mean to her. Engaging in the teasing would only eliminate Ari's purpose, so, while a tight-lipped smile crept onto her face as the attention was turned to Juliette, Ari remained quiet and ate her pizza.

Ace appeared then, though, bringing drinks for all of the girls before making a quick exit once he realized that he had left food outside. Ari didn't have a drink in hand, so his arrival and departure had, at least, brought her something that she needed. She couldn't tell what the drink was just by looking at it, but a sip later, she knew that it had vodka in it, and guessed that it had cranberry and orange juice in it, or some other sort of citrus-y juice. It didn't taste bad, that was for sure, though she guessed that that was only because the vodka in it was a top-shelf brand, since it seemed to contain quite a bit of it, and had it been of any lesser quality, it probably would have been undrinkable. "I don't know any girl who wouldn't want to date a guy who kisses her on the cheek and refers to her as 'my girl', Jules," Ari said with a knowing smile, as she engaged as much as she could in that teasing without crossing into the "mean" category. Of course, she didn't want Juliette to date Ace. She was more than happy that she seemed to have no interest in him in that manner. However, she had to play along if everyone else seemed surprised by Juliette's lack of interest. Her next inquiry was definitely on the bolder side for Ari, though, as she turned to Camila after taking a large sip of her drink and said, "You're the one who's good at reading everyone. Can a girl even be considered straight after icing Ace Bronson so many times?"

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JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT

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

Juliette's mouth definitely fell agape when Aaliyah mentioned how whatever she was doing earlier would have messed up her lips more than eating pizza would. Admittedly, she was on the verge of laughing as she began to tell both Aaliyah and Camila that they were dead to her for putting her on the spot and accusing her of something so blasphemous, when Ace came over. She had to drop the conversation for the moment, especially as he kissed her on the cheek. She didn't need him to be involved in this, since she knew that he would not only confirm that something did happen, but try to act all offended that she was denying it. She wasn't denying it because it was Ace who it happened with, because as Ari would go on to hint at, almost every girl at this party was probably attracted to Ace, or at least capable of admitting that he was nice to look at. It was just how Juliette was; she liked to paint herself as some innocent angel who could do no wrong, and nothing scandalous, even when that definitely was not the truth.

After distributing the drinks to the girls, Ace was barely there for more than thirty seconds, and his departure wasn't necessarily something that Juliette minded. She liked hanging out with Ace, but she also liked girl time, especially since she was in the mindset of wanting to believe that her girls had been neglecting her for the beginning of the night. "For the record, I'm not getting wasted tonight!" she called out after him. She didn't intend on getting wasted tonight, but then again, she never really did. The fact that she had consumed one bite of pizza before nonchalantly placing it on the counter was justification, in her mind, that she could have at least two more drinks without getting drunk, since that had to count as having food in her stomach. Then again, she didn't intend on drinking a drink with a date rape drug in it, and she definitely didn't notice or taste it as she sucked up some of the alcoholic drink once Ace was gone. The cold drink felt refreshing, actually. So much so that she actually allowed herself to smile, even as Ari joined in on "bullying" her. "I may have thanked him for having all of us over, because that's what good people do, but thanking him was all that I did," she defended herself, even if "thanked" definitely was the equivalent to sex. "And don't answer that, Cami!" she said quickly, in response to Ari's "playful" question. "We all know that Aaliyah is part lesbian and if you say anything about lesbians, she'll get offended and run off to be comforted by he who shall not be named, and I am not losing my baby again!" she said, dramatically moving from her position in the circle to wrap her arms Aaliyah who was seated on the counter top. What Juliette had said probably wouldn't make much sense to anyone who didn't know that Aaliyah frequently had to correct Juliette on her tendency to be politically incorrect, or in Juliette's version of the stories, correct her on Aaliyah's tendency to be ultra-sensitive and dramatic.

With another sip of her drink, she looked back towards Camila and Ari. "You two must be the guilty ones, accusing me and my beautiful angel, Leah, of things we haven't done," she said, though it was definitely her involved in talking about Aaliyah just a minute or two before. "If I look at your phones right now, who are you texting and when are you meeting up with him?" She looked to Aaliyah then to say, "Camila told me she wants to sleep with Nick Van Veenan. Just throwing that out there if you want to play Cupid and set that up."

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"I keep telling you babe," Aaliyah stated drolly, eyeing the drink she had been given for a moment before raising an eyebrow at Juliette, a smirk curving at the corner of her mouth. "If I were actually a lesbian, you'd already be mine." Grinning, Aaliyah sucked the straw of her own drink into her mouth, drinking some of the contents of the cool drink. Considering the barely discernible, but definitely present sticky hot atmosphere of the crowded home, the drink was a relief that Aaliyah hadn't even realized that she needed until the liquid was sliding down her throat. Immediately, in satisfaction, she expelled a puff of air, relaxing back until her head was pressed back, comfortably, against one of the overhead counters. Leah didn't necessarily mean it when she teased Juliette about wanting her, but them ever hooking up - if she actually decided to make a move on her friend wouldn't necessarily surprise her once the deed was done. As it stood, Juliette was considered one of her best friends and so currently, her platonic feelings outweighed any possibility of there being more than that. Not to mention the fact that Juliette had a rather traditional outtake on sexuality, identities, and so forth. Aaliyah tossed in the occasional educational commentary, even though Juliette would be the first to say that the way Leah said it was mean, but she was pretty sure she couldn't allow the actual bulk of their relationship to be her educating her friend on what was politically correct. Aaliyah would have gray hairs and while she did have proof that black did not crack in her family, she didn't necessarily feel like testing out that hypothesis with the stress that Juliette could be. Lovable stress, perhaps, but stress nonetheless.

Going back to munching on her slice of pizza, while shooting Arizona a rather knowing glance when the girl tried to make Camila question Juliette's sexuality, Leah took a moment to ponder over the fight that had broken out. She had half the mind to go demand what had happened as she doubted that anyone had actually tweeted about it yet. With the drinks and mischief in the air, as they always were during a party that anyone threw, a lot of her classmates would declare themselves too traumatized by whatever proceedings that had taken place, but would be the first person to try to tweet about it or have a video uploaded the second the hangover seemed like it was dissipating. The thought made her roll her eyes, even as she got to the crust of her pizza. Besides, she didn't have to rush to know what had occurred. It would all appear in due time and besides, the real fun was seeing how long it took for Ari to start staring at Juliette longingly and wondering if the latter was ever going to take the time to just notice. Things would be far more interesting if Juliette just opened her eyes sometimes. She wouldn't because it was Juliette, of all people for Arizona to have some kind of interest in, but at the same time, Aaliyah wouldn't call herself cruel all of the time. Plus, she was interested in what that could become, even though the back of her mind was aware that it would come at Ace's expense, whatever the thing would be. But then Juliette was drudging up some of Camila's own secrets and Aaliyah turned to the girl a teasingly inquisitive gaze. "Oh, really now, Miss Santos?" Considering the crust of Papa Johns' pizzas were her favorite part, despite many complaints about it being too chewy or what-have-you, Leah tore at the bread with her teeth until a piece was in her mouth, chasing it down with more of her drink - unknowing of the dissolved contents - before becoming a bit more interested in this...interest of Camila's. Nicholas was definitely not anywhere near Aaliyah's type, but he was a nice guy, if what Juliette said was actually a thing. The girl was loose with her tongue when she felt cornered and even more-so when tipsy. "And why am I just hearing about this, hmm? Or is this just another one of Jules' I-feel-attacked-so-I'm-gonna-drag-everyone-down-with-me schnick?"

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Camila Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #722f37

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Though she may try, Camila can’t contain the eyeroll that takes over her face. Juliette may be many things, but a good liar is not one of them. The brunettes wine tainted lips curl around the rim of the glass, savoring every ounce of the drink as if it were her first one of the night. Her subtle snort is in response to Aaliyah’s question, one who knows Juliette as well as Cami does. She who knows Juliette will say just about anything to save her own skin. ”The latter” she states confidently before fixing Juliette with an amused smirk. ”Come one Jules, if you’re going to throw someone under the bus at least do it right.” she teases, throwing in a cheeky wink.

Camila has nothing against Nick, aside from the mild annoyance for his reckless nature, but the tought of sleeping with the guy is honestly something that has never crossed her mind. Those that have had the privilege of provoking such thoughts from her are few and far in between. ”I love Nick, but he’s not worth throwing away my future for.” she adds matter-of-factly. Pretentious as it may sound, there’s nothing more important to Camila than the future he knows she deserves. ”Besides he’s not my type.” she adds with another sip of the drink, head leaning against Aaliyah’s arm. Because by type she really only means he’s not the type to cohorts her into bed only to discard her afterwards, such as was the case with one Roman Eliades who’s hook up with Camila is only known to Aaliyah (after practically being forced to spill) and her guilty conscious.

”if I’d slept with or even have any kind of plans of sleeping with anyone tonight, you’d be the first to know” Cami says, gesturing a half empty drink in Juliette’s direction. It’s a big, fat lie of course. If anyone in this room where to know of her plans and intentions it would be Aaliyah, and only because the girl is equipped with as much β€œpeople-reading” skills as she. Her eyes glaze over Arizona then, tossing an alcohol induced smile her way. ”In fact I do have my eye on someone tonight and she’s looking as beautiful as ever.”

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JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT

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

"Don't believe her," Juliette insisted to Aaliyah, frowning ever so slightly as Camila leaned her head against Aaliyah's arm, and then a few seconds later, playfully insinuated that the only person that she was interested in tonight was Ari. Juliette was not necessarily obsessed with attention. That wasn't really her problem. A lot of the time, in fact, she preferred to not have the attention focused on her. She would much prefer talking about Camila, or Ari, or Aaliyah's love interests than her own. She always preferred hearing stories about their vacations, or problems, or future plans, rather than talking about her own. A lot of it had to do with being insecure, and often feeling like what she had to offer didn't really compare to what they did. That wasn't to say that Juliette didn't like talking, because she definitely did, but preferably, the topic of those conversations wasn't herself. At the same time, there was no denying that she liked affection. She had some sort of inherent need to be comforted and coddled, reassured that she was everyone's favorite and that no matter what she did or said, she was still safe.

It probably had something to do with how she was raised. Charlotte was always the "bad" twin, and Adrien was the only boy, meaning that he always had to man up and be strong, which left an opening for her to be the baby of the family, in a way, even if she wasn't the youngest. Even when she was the one to start a fight with one of her siblings, she always ended up being the one who cried at the end of it and somehow escaped punishment. She was the one who could use the puppy eyes to get her way when her father insisted that she was spending too much money on unnecessary things, and she had a way of ensuring that her mother took care of her every need and worry even now, at seventeen. She was used to being doted on at home, that need for reassurance and protection was something that had followed her into her other relationships. It played into the more lovable parts of her personality, in being sweet and affectionate towards other people, but also in how she had a tendency to be irresponsible and reckless, knowing that someone would be there to pick up the pieces for her.

Feeling tipsy already only meant that Juliette was more emotional, which was why she felt like Camila's words and actions represented her somehow liking Aaliyah and Ari ten times more than she liked her. And to think that I let her do my makeup!, was the first thought that crossed her mind after she came to that conclusion. Luckily, Juliette wasn't actually drunk enough to be wildly vocal and dramatic and emotional about it, and her frown faded away after a second, but it didn't stop her from using her arm that wasn't holding her drink to loop with Ari's arm. "If Nick isn't your type, then Ari is so not your type," Juliette insisted, seriously, as if she had missed the playfulness in Camila's comment. "I'll find someone who's your type, though. Leah's too busy thinking about someone she shouldn't be thinking about to play Cupid, so Ari and I will do it for you, mon amor!" she insisted, more energetic at the end, as the thought of finding someone to set Camila up with sounded fun, even if she knew Camila well enough to know that she would not be interested. She didn't want to hear that though, so she took a deep breath before wrapping her lips around the straw in her drink and nearly inhaling the entire think. She scrunched her nose up afterwards, the taste of the sugary juices and the vodka being a bit much for even her, but she would manage. She was too used to mixed drinks to truly complain in any way other than saying, "That probably just gave me diabetes, but I'll get over it since me and Ari have important matters to take care of!" she said, placing the empty glass on the counter as she gave a slight pull to Ari. "And Aaliyah is not your type either, so don't go doing anything stupid until I get back with your Prince Charming, Cami! I will kill you!"

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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS

Clique: Royals
Grade: 11
Dialogue Color: #C74600
Outfit: This
Location: Ace Bronson's House
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Her friends had a reputation for being cold, snobby, and in some cases, intimidating, but this conversation was a perfect example of why Ari loved them. They probably were all of those things, especially to people of lower statuses who "deserved" it, but to each other, they were fun, loyal, and definitely amusing. It was something that couldn't even be blamed only on the alcohol. Everyone knew that Juliette could be just as crazy sober as she was now, and Aaliyah and Camila always had the wittiest comebacks no matter where they were, or who they were with.

Juliette accusing Camila of being interested in Nick seemed a bit random. As Cami claimed, Nick didn't seem like the kind of guy who would be her type. He was cute and all, but not someone she could envision Cami being with. She was too... fierce for him. She supposed he could fall into the one-night-stand category, if Camila had enough alcohol in her, but even that seemed like a stretch. The way that Cami denied it seemed even more authentic, and given that Juliette definitely was prone to having a tendency of pulling things out of thin air to try to distract everyone from whatever they were grilling her on, Ari didn't linger on the thought of Camila and him for long, because she quickly concluded it wasn't true.

"It isn't nice to give a girl false hope, you know," Ari responded teasingly amid a smile, to Camila's welcomed gaze in her direction. In a just as welcomed (but more expected) move, Juliette seemed to grow typically territorial at Camila's comment, and Ari was soon bracing herself for Juliette's arm-link, so that she didn't spill her drink in the process. Luckily, she had finished her slice of pizza a few seconds before, because Juliette showed no sign of letting go, even after she quickly consumed her entire drink in a matter of seconds. That had Ari cringing inwardly, because while she knew that this was a party and the point was to get drunk, she always worried more about Juliette and her intake. Herself and the other two girls could hold their liquor, or at least control their intake to a point where they didn't pass out every time they drank. Juliette was an irresponsible drinker; definitely a whole different story compared to them. The fact that in the midst of the conversation, and after only a baby-sized bite at that, she had stopped eating her pizza made Ari feel even more uneasy. She contemplated saying something; grabbing the slice of pizza to take with them on this little adventure to find Camila's perfect suitor, or demanding that Juliette eat it before they even leave the kitchen. She was tempted to even put her on the spot and inquire about when the last time she had eaten something was, but she didn't. Juliette seemed insistent on leaving in that moment, and she also felt like Camila and Aaliyah probably needed a break from Jules more than she did, so she allowed her to lead her out of the kitchen, even if it wasn't before flashing the two girls left behind an SOS sort of look. "Don't think I didn't notice you leaving that entire slice of pizza in the untouched," she did say, as Juliette led her through the house. "You know you worry me with that, Jules. Between barely eating and then drinking this much..."

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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



"Bye bye now," Aaliyah exclaimed, an obvious sign of her now jovial mood for she had a bright smile on her face and wiggled her fingers at the disappearing duo. Before long, she was giggling and popping the last piece of pizza in her mouth, chewing in pleasure as she went back to resting her head against the upper cabinets. In typical Juliette fashion, when Camila and Aaliyah were too "mean," there was a signal in her brain that declared that she had met her "mean" limit for the hour. And so, it meant that she had to grab Arizona, who was always more than willing to appease her brunette, and run off only to return at some point within the next few hours as if nothing had occurred earlier. There were about three instances in particular where Juliette actually surprised Aaliyah by not speaking to her for the rest of the day, but was the first to send a thousand emojis as a form of apology and a declaration of love, and demands for affection. It always made her chuckle and the thought, at the moment, made her laugh to herself even as she took another big intake of her drink.

"Mmmmm...you shouldn't have done that," Leah declared to Camila now that they were alone. People were coming in and out of the kitchen, and a few had waved even when the foursome had been together, but in essence, the two were alone. She gave her friend a pointed yet playful look. "Now that you've told her that, she'll be convinced that I've somehow clued you into my nefarious, lesbian plans to corrupt her and Ari." A beat later and Aaliyah's frown dropped, and she allowed herself to lean against Camila a bit. Her higher vantage point enabled her to rest her head atop the Latina's. There was no denying that Aaliyah loved all of her Royals. They all had their moments and in public, she may forever have a resting bitch face or look like everyone displeases her, but they're her girls. They didn't just stay Royals because whomever else elevated them. These were girls who stayed with her. Poppy was her little fashionista, Juliette was her greatest source of entertainment but also her most loyal and loving, Arizona her breath of fresh air, and Camila...her solace. They all were loved quite equally, but it was with Camila Aaliyah could usually be a bit more honest with. Perhaps it had more to do with the fact that they were the most similar of the girls, Leah wouldn't really be able to say. What she did know was that there was a rather open honesty policy between them that there wasn't always when it came to the others, which was why she wound up inquiring, voice softer, more intimate now: "Do you really think that? That getting involved...that that would result in you throwing your future away?" The "that you can't have both" remained stuck on the tip of her tongue.

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Camila ✧ Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #722f37
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Cami allows a rather amused yet quiet giggle escape her lips as Juliette escorts Ari out of the room, followed by an even louder giggle after hearing Aaliyah's comment followed by a hum as the last few drops of her cold drink slide down her throat. "You never know, Liah..." she says before tilting her head in the girl's direction with a subtle smirk. "Anything could happen~". And Camila truly believed that, which is why she always found herself to carefully calculate every move she made. One false move or bad decision could change everything for the better, or for the worst.

"Do you really think that? That getting involved...that that would result in you throwing your future away?" At that, Cami's lips formed a subtle pout. It's not the first time she'd been asked this, but it was the first time she was asked by Aaliyah, and really that made all the difference. There was always an unspoken truth between Cami and Liah. No sugar coating, no lies. They both prefer honesty over merciful lies, which is why Cami was being one hundred percent honest when she answered "I don't know..." her voice trails off towards the last word, realizing she has no more drink to busy her lips with. It was certainly something she thought she believed for a while now, because she had things to accomplish and worlds to conquer. What good would a relationship do her?

Never mind that annoying feeling deep in her gut that tells her she really does want someone to be involved with. "Maybe..." she sighs, dramatically turning around to face Liah, one hand on her hip while the other clutches onto the empty glass. "...maybe I'm just waiting for Mr. Right." she says matter-of-factly before her eyebrows furrow together in pandering thought. "Or misses right." she adds, alluding to her comment from earlier about anything being possible.

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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

"You worry too much, Ari," Juliette insisted, turning her head back to give her a knowing look, as she pulled her hand from a few steps ahead to insure that Ari was still following her. "And that's not just me talking. I think everyone who knows who knows that you worry too much," she added, as if there had some been some town meeting on the subject, when in truth, that was only Juliette lying to make her point sound more valid. The fact of the matter was that Ari wasn't an excessive worrier. She did seem to be frequently anxious over school, but for good reason because it was something she struggled with. If Juliette took a page from her book on that, it would be likely that she wouldn't be struggling half as badly as she was, since her reasons for doing poorly more-so stemmed form a lack of care and interest, over actual disabilities. Other than that, Ari was more of a concerned friend than someone who worried too much. Juliette just didn't want to admit that she did have a tendency to drink too much and eat too little, so insisting that Ari was overreacting was always the easier route to take until those drinks on an empty stomach came back to bite her, which was when she would drunkenly sob about how none of her friends had given her even a minute's worth of time to eat before forcing her to drink excessively. That was Juliette for you.

Although most of the party was going on outside, Juliette needed the comfort of the air conditioned house for a few minutes. "If you're going to worry about anything, worry about finding Camila the man of her dreams." She knew Ace's house well enough to not feel weird about wandering around without him, which was why she led Ari upstairs without a second thought. Though she knew that no one had criticized her specifically, Juliette was dramatic enough to believe that Aaliyah was insisting that she didn't look good because of what she had done with Ace, and now she needed to double check that. "Did you bring makeup? I didn't bring any because Camila did mine for me but now I feel like I look disgusting and I need you to fix my face," she said, making a sharp turn into one of the bathrooms attached to an upstairs hallway and hoisting herself up onto the counter next to the sink. She pulled out her phone for a moment to text Camila.

To: Camila
Do you want me to find you a blonde, brunette, tall, dark and handsome??? You have to help me help you or this is not going to work. Once you decide you're done cliquing up with Leah you can come find me and Ari and meet your future husbands

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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS

Clique: Royals
Grade: 11
Dialogue Color: #C74600
Outfit: This
Location: Ace Bronson's House
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A lot of people found Juliette to be draining after a while. They needed her in small doses, if they didn't know her well enough to know that being with her wasn't entirely listening to her complain or victimize herself. Ari was too close with Juliette to think of her as being just the drama queen that a lot of people chalked her up to be. She was the friend who would dance with you all night, attempt to out drink you (and always fail - but still deserved credit for always being willing to try taking another shot), take a million pictures of you until you found the one with the perfect lighting. She had nothing against you raiding her closet if you could manage to find something that wasn't meant for her twig of a body, she loved talking and telling stories, but also listening to them. Ari could go on for hours about how fun of a friend Juliette was, and she meant it. Everyone had their own quirks, and Jules was no exception, but at the same time, Ari knew that she was going to be absolutely heartbroken next year if Juliette chose to go away for college. She would be upset about all of the senior Royals leaving. It wasn't like she was necessarily loved Juliette more than the others, like Camila or Aaliyah, per se, but she and Juliette just clicked. Juliette needed her, and Ari liked the feeling of being needed and having a purpose, and the idea of Juliette moving on to bigger and better things (and people) made her sad and anxious as much as it made her happy. Because as selfish as Ari could be in wanting things to stay the same, and for herself to always be the person that Juliette turned to whenever she needed an "escape", she also knew that going out into the real world was probably the best thing for this Arnault. She needed to get out of this sheltered little bubble of hers, and the realization of that made Ari more appreciative of the last few months that they would have together before the school year ended, and things would change.

"I didn't bring any," Ari said, shaking her head slightly. She hadn't even brought a bag with her tonight. She had her phone, a twenty dollar bill in her bra, and that was it. She had Uber and Apple pay on her phone if anything went wrong, but given that this was a local party and an informal one, she didn't have any need to bring much more. Now, of course, she was regretful of that, because she liked being the person who had everything on hand to take care of everyone's needs. "I'll get some from Riley if you really need it, which I seriously don't think you do," she offered, referencing a junior Prep that had waved to them when they were back in the kitchen. Ari hadn't spoken to the girl tonight, but she knew that she was the one girl who you could always count on to have as much makeup as an entire Sephora store on her at any given time. Juliette looked fine. Maybe slightly disheveled, but if she had had sex with Ace like she had apparently had (because a two year old could see straight through Juliette's denial), then Camila had definitely done a good job on her makeup because it had all stayed on nearly perfectly. Nevertheless, when Juliette insisted that she needed it, Ari found herself venturing back downstairs and into the kitchen to find Riley.

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