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Caraline Forrester

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a character in “City Living”, as played by LaurenAFI

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Full Name:
Caraline Lauren Forrester

Preferred Name
Caraline, Cara

Age:
23

Birthday:
May 1st

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hometown:
Upper East Side of Manhattan

Occupation:
Unemployed, part-time student at New York University

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Personality:
In a lot of ways, Cara is your stereotypical rich girl. She has always been ignorant to a lot of the problems that "normal" people face, and a lot of the time, comes across as being arrogant, ignorant, dismissive and entitled without even meaning it. She has a tendency to think that her normal is the same normal as everyone else, so complaining about how unworthy this building is of having her as a resident, when her co-residents can barely afford rent doesn't always make her look great. She's definitely materialistic, and loves having the newest and nicest of everything, but while she doesn't realize it sometimes, she is changing for the better, as of lately. For most of her life, she was only friends with people who were exactly like her in appearance, financial status, and background. Being tossed into a building with more diversity in those aspects has done good for her outlook on the world and her knowledge of how the real world works. While her disposition certainly reflects her background, it is important to note that Cara is open to change. She wants to grow, but as everyone can guess, something as significant as changing the way you've acted for over two decades, isn't something that will happen overnight.

She wants to be compassionate and down-to-earth, and genuinely tries to relate to people's problems and offer advice, but she takes a little longer getting there because a lot of the problems that she has are so different than those of the people she lives with. It's hard for her to shake herself free from the mindset that she is better than these people. What might come off as her being arrogant or out of touch with reality is simply her not living in the same reality as the others. She really tries to understand where they're coming from and does have a lot of sympathy for them, but just as much as she wants to offer that support, she doesn't. It wouldn't mean anything for her to give her input when she doesn't fully understand their situation and her opinions don't hold any weight. Because of this, Cara tries to keep to herself. She definitely doesn't isolate herself and enjoys conversing with the others, but she doesn't throw herself onto people and wouldn't be described as an open book. By the others, she would probably be described as being positive and easy to talk to, but not overbearing or extremely friendly, because she doesn't consider anyone else in the building to be a real friend. On the surface level, this may seem innocent, and reflect what she thinks it is - her knowing her place, and assuming that since she's the odd one out in this building, that no one really wants to be friends with her. However, it would be a lie to say that part of it doesn't reflect her thinking that she's a bit above most of the other residents here. She has friends, sure, but it's taken some time to make them.

Those who do know what Cara is truly like, usually have to accept, or at least put up with, her negative character traits, in order to enjoy the good ones. She's generous, enthusiastic, energetic, and sociable with people she trusts. She's very much a girly girl, and adores pampering herself and taking "me" time. Something that she definitely struggles with is accepting adulthood, and the responsibilities that come with it. It might tie into her upbringing, but in more ways than just that, Cara is still in an irresponsible and reckless teenager state of mind. She rarely takes account for her actions, struggles with accepting that she's wrong or having to apologize for anything, or thinking about her future in the way that a twenty three year old should be.

Likes:
Parties, vanilla scented things, the gym, iced coffee, babies, alcohol, fruity drinks, dancing, shopping, spas, warmth

Dislikes:
Cold weather, being out at night (if she's sober), beef jerky, her father, her stepmother, terrorism, beer, rodents, insects

Fears:
Terrorism, being cut off from her father's money (the only link she has to her "real world"), being infertile, STDs

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Background:
Caraline was born into a life of wealth and privilege led by her parents, Lauren and William Forrester. She grew up with a younger brother, Ryan, in the Upper East Side of New York, essentially taking on an embodiment of a silver spoon life. The preschool she attended cost more than some colleges do, and she went to the same private K-12 school as the children of billionaires, politicians and actors and musicians.

Her mother was one of the 2,606 victims of the World Trade Center attack in 2001. Cara was only a child at the time, and while not old enough to fully grasp the idea that her mother had perished in an unthinkable way, she knew that her mother was dead. She had been close with her mother, who had opted to raise her rather than follow the Upper East side norm of hiring a live-in nanny to deal with the 3 AM feedings and crying fests. It was only when Cara was old enough to start school that her mother resumed her top position at the law firm her father (Cara's grandfather) owned, and even then, for the short amount of time that she was working, she still made time for her daughter and son. The same couldn't be said for William, who, when he wasn't spending time at the investment firm he was the CEO of, or cashing in on the mass amount of shares from the technology company that his late father had passed down to him, was having affairs. He was doing so before his wife passed away, so needless to say, once she was gone, he moved on fairly quickly. Cara moved on from her mother's death as well. It was a tragic event, but she never felt responsible for it, it didn't cause her lifelong depression or ruin her chance at a normal life. It sucked, and no amount of nannies could ever replace her mother's devotion, but Cara was young enough where it became normal to live without her mother.

She doesn't realize it, but it did have a bit of an effect on her as she grew up. Not only did she lack her real mother, but when she turned seventeen, her father started dating their au pair, Alice. At this time, she had been living nanny-free for nearly three years, so her father suddenly hiring a twenty-one-year-old Swedish woman to care for her and her brother was absolutely strange and illogical. Sure, Cara had become a tad bit rebellious. She was out nearly every night partying underage with her friends, but her father wasn't around to parent her ever before, and she was used to disregarding his authority. Regardless, she didn't need someone only four years her senior babysitting her, and soon it became apparent that Alice wasn't there for Cara or her brother. Six months after moving in, William proposed to her. To say that Cara was caught off guard is an understatement. She had seen her father go through pretty, young girls on a monthly basis, but none of them, especially not one who came from nothing, ever lasted. And yet, suddenly, he was marrying this one. Maybe it was because she was so young, or maybe it was because Cara really wasn't okay with the idea of her mother being replaced, but either way, she had it out for this woman, and in an attempt to run her out, made the possibility of the four of them living peacefully together impossible.

Cara was spoiled and used to getting her way, and as a last ditch effort, refused to apply to any colleges unless her father kicked Alice out. It was the seventeen-year-old version of holding her breath until her face turned blue if her parents refused to buy her the doll she wanted. Unlike that, though, this didn't work. Her father told her to go to school or get a job, because he wasn't going to let her rack up thousands of dollars on his credit cards, party all night, be disrespectful, and not try to advance her life. Although she was an average student in high school, she hated the idea of spending another four years in school, so after graduating, she agreed to get a job. The job, however, was just being a promoter at a nightclub, which meant that all she had to do was bring pretty girls to party with her, to make the club attract more men, and in turn, make money. She got away with doing this for two years, while telling her father that she was working as a "salesperson" for some made up entertainment company, before he realized that she was lying. She had been living in her own nice apartment in Tribeca at the time, and once the lease on that was up, her father refused to pay for it again. Finally, she agreed to start college, but after being overwhelmed during her first semester at NYU, she insisted that she only go part time. Her father obliged with the request, and paid for a lease on a three bedroom apartment in the area, under the condition that she share it with her younger brother, who happened to also start NYU around that time.

ImageHeight/Weight or build:
5'11, 125 lbs

Eye color:
Blue

Hair color:
Blonde

Face claim:
Romee Strijd


So begins...

Caraline Forrester's Story

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"Yum, that does sound good," Makayla responded, nodding thoughtfully at the description of the food that Collin was listing. She had no idea what the food was that Chanel claimed her mom made fantastically, but she didn't doubt that it was good. Makayla wasn't a picky eater, and given that she had eaten from sketchy food carts more times than she would admit when she didn't even have the excuse of being high, she was really willing to try anything. Trying new foods this trip sounded even more fun, because it would add to it being a trip of growth and newness, but of course, the idea of bringing Holly to a restaurant like that was laughable. Makayla didn't consider that they might have a children's menu with food that could appease Holly's taste buds because even if they did, she figured that that might bring down the vibe of the others who would be excited to immerse themselves in the themed food of the restaurant. Besides, with Holly's mouth, Makayla already could imagine the comments she would come up with about people eating lamb, or food having names that sounded odd to her. "I'll be eating macaroni and cheese and chicken fingers all trip with this one, so you can count me out, unfortunately," she said. "I'm somewhat offended that you've never introduced me to this food when we have our little late night hangouts though, Chanel," she added with a small smirk, at the vague (or maybe not so much) reference to how the girls would ocassionally end up smoking together at night in their apartment. "Leaving me binging on junk when you've got these secret food recommendations," she said, shaking her head in playful dismay.

The waitress came over then, and after Collin ordered for himself, Makayla figured that it was her turn. "Can I get the chicken pasta, and a Habanero Lime Martian Margarita, please?" she requested, already handing the woman her ID since she knew that that was coming, if Collin had made a point of asking Chanel to order his drink for him. Even if she was trying to not let it bother her, she couldn't help but note that she had just ordered a meal that cost thirty-six dollars total, not even counting tax or tip, Makayla had to imagine that the bill would come close to three hundred dollars after everything was paid. It was a staggering amount, a budget that was more than what she would spent on food in a month. Leaning forward, she decided to take some control over Holly's order too, before her sister had time to say something obnoxious. "So you're gonna eat the doughnut if you order that?" she said, gently squeezing Holly's shoulder to make her turn around. "Get that or the macaroni and cheese, but I know you're not gonna eat both, so you don't need to waste anything by ordering both," she advised. "And she'll just have a water," she said, speaking to the waitress then.

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H O L L Y . M A D D O N
Location: Hollywood Studios
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #db0083
Collin was luckily that Holly had been distracted by the new movie clip that had just started on the film, or else she would have objected to him getting an Oreo drink with alcohol in it. It was lucky for her too, because she definitely would have heard from Makayla about any comments, for not minding her own business, but either way, the screen in front of the room was the only reason why she didn't have something to say about that, or the current conversation involving Moroccan food. The black and white film that was just starting was called "Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman", and just reading those words on the screen had Holly's expression changing to one of distaste and confusion. It quickly turned into a more amused one though, as she tapped Cara on the arm frantically. "They could make a sequel to this movie, if you and Chanel ever get into a fight, and it would be called 'Attack of the Fifty Foot Wo-men'!" she said with a laugh.

She only really tuned back in to what Chanel and the two behind them were talking about when she heard Collin offer to make a reservation for something tonight. Makayla declined, with Holly barely realizing that the reason behind it was related to her, since despite listening to what they were saying, her eyes were still focused on the screen. She was just able to pick up on how for those few seconds, it just seemed like Chanel and Collin were going somewhere together, and that made her smile. "I think Chanel has a crush on Collin," she whispered to Cara, her eyes wide with excitement. Even if it was something that was construed in her own head, it was still the juciest gossip that Holly would be exposed to today, and that in itself made her giggle. "And Collin has a crush on her," she added, even more excitedly, whispering still, but possibly at a volume that wasn't actually quiet. "And they'll get married and Collin will move into our apartment!" She was just about to turn to Chanel to ask her if that sounded like a good plan, when the waitress came over. Holly managed to remain quiet, waiting patiently as Collin and Makayla spoke to the girl, but when Makayla told her that she could only have a doughnut or macaroni and cheese, on top of ordering water for her, she had to frown. Makayla was right in that she wasn't going to finish a dessert and meal entirely, but that didn't mean that she didn't want a few bites from each to satisfy different cravings. "I would like the macaroni and cheese, and a Sprite in the Ariel cup, please!" she piped up, disregarding what Makayla said as she added, "And me and my new sister Chanel... because she's sharing a room with me this week... are going to get the doughnut please! She's healthy so you can leave the apples on it!" she insisted, before turning back to Makayla. "I'm not going to waste anything, I promise!" she reassured her. Already facing the back side of the car, she remembered that Brooklyn and Roman were with them. They had been quiet enough that coupled with everything going on in her booth and the one behind her, she had momentarily forgotten about them. An excited wave in their direction, despite not being that far away, was followed up with Holly turning to the waitress again to say, "That's Brooklyn and Roman back there! They're best friends but they're not dating because Brooklyn is really pretty."

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Location: Hollywood Studios
Outfit: This (Minus the sweater)
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
There was no denying that Cara was a person who had the capability of being very petty when she felt like it. She could be sensitive, emotional, and dramatic, and sometimes all of that led to more petulant behavior that she wasn't proud of, but also found impossible to grow out of. She was just so used to getting her way that when she didn't feel like she was being completely supported, she somehow turned that into feeling like people were actually turning against her. She knew that in order for this vacation to be a success, she couldn't be a drama queen and she had to have patience, but she couldn't resist feeling annoyed when Chanel started so freely and kindly talking to her brother. Did she forget that he was a part of the problem? That he was actually the cause of the problem being here? Granted, they did seem to be behaving themselves, and as she had decided earlier, them sitting in the way back was the best possible scenario, but still. She wasn't going to let Collin's role in all of this go, and she didn't think Chanel needed to be acting this friendly to him either. If it had been Chanel who had suggested that they eat at the Moroccan restaurant in Epcot for dinner, then Cara would have enthusiastically been all for it. Simply because it was Collin, Cara pretended like she couldn't hear the conversation occurring right next to her, and focused on her menu. She wasn't going to chime in and offer her opinion on the restaurant when it was Collin who was somewhat leading the conversation. Absolutely not. Especially not when she knew that he knew that she wouldn't appreciate him trying to influence the plans of this trip that she organized.

She didn't have to respond to Holly's whispers about a mutual crush between Chanel and Collin (though it definitely didn't improve her mood), because the waitress had come over by that point, and everyone's attention was directed towards her. "I'm going to have a the Caprese sandwich, and the Magical Star Cocktail," she told the woman, handing her her menu. She had considered going with something lighter, maybe a glass of wine or a beer, but with how unnecessarily dramatic she could feel herself getting, rum seemed like a necessity. She wished that she wasn't like this. She wished that she could be as carefree and easy going as Chanel was, where things just seemed to roll off of her back. She wished that she didn't have an internal need for control, at least over this trip, because she didn't think of herself as being a controlling person in general. She just felt pressured, like if this trip failed, it would be her fault. Somehow, she couldn't see that maybe relinquishing control and forcing some of the responsibility onto Collin (or more accurately, letting him take the control that he was taking), could actually ease her from some of that pressure. She was too anti-him at the moment to think logically about it, and so the easiest reaction in her mind was to shut down to an extent, and not engage in anything that involved him, or anyone who was treating him decently. It was a childish case of "but you're supposed to be my friend, not his", but Cara didn't really care.

"And if you guys would excuse me," she said, setting her menu down as she looked to Holly and Chanel who were blocking her way out of the booth, "I'm going to go use the bathroom."

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Chanel had fortunately missed Holly's gossiping, as she quickly looked through the menu again as everyone delivered their orders to the waitress. In the back of her mind, she thought she might have heard her name, but not so surely that she lifted her face from the menu. She did, however, hear Holly's declaration for donuts, despite Makayla telling her otherwise. "Could you come back to me, please?" she said through a light chuckle at Holly's slight towards Roman. She wanted to glance to the back booth, but knew it would be too obvious. Since she didn't hear what Cara had ordered, she leaned over to ask the girl, but she was already trying to exit the booth. When Chanel had finally settled again, this time where Cara had been sitting, and it was her time to order, she'd thankfully settled on her food, but had to take another second to look at the drinks. "Could I do the onion rings for an appetizer...The, uh...falafel burger, as well as the Orbiting Oreos, and uh," she trailed off, chewing on the side of her nail, slightly embarrassed before she glanced back at the waitress. "Long Island Lunar Tea?" Her tone suggested that she thought the woman might tell her no, but she only cared about seeing Chanel's ID, and not the amount of food she'd ordered.

"Ooh. Look at you." She grinned mischievously at Makayla for ordering a drink, her suggestive eyebrows wiggling. Chanel didn't consider that with the restaurant being fashioned like a 1950's outdoor movie, she probably wasn't supposed to be talking so much, but the movie itself didn't look that interesting, and it wasn't dead silent to where she felt like she would be disturbing anybody. She folded her arms along the back of the booth, resting her chin atop. "I want to get you drunk tonight." Mainly she just needed an excuse to get tipsy during the trip, because she really was trying to unwind, but it would be fun to see Makayla completely wild. She'd missed the Thanksgiving fiasco, and while Cara had given her the Sparksnotes version, since she hadn't personally seen it first hand, it easily slipped her mind. "We all should go. It'd be fun. Like one of those group bonding things they make you do in school, except instead of learning about leadership and communication skills, we learn how to take shots straight and about the importance of not breaking the seal." To someone more logical, it was a disaster plan. Bad things happened when you got terribly drunk. You ended up kissing someone you weren't supposed to, or doing and/or saying something you'll later regret, and what was worse, you wouldn't remember it. Getting along for a night wouldn't seem worth it if by morning time it was unbearably awkward should anything go too far left. Chanel didn't consider the possible consequences. It was already easy for her to bond with people, and while she could fathom people not being identical to her in that aspect, she couldn't fathom anyone not being at least a little more social and fun when they'd had enough drinks in them, coupled with the right energy, and some good music. Even if you told her it was a bad idea, she'd still say that they all probably deserved to get drunk. She didn't know all of their history or baggage, nor did she care enough, but she knew everyone had something about them, and what better way to let loose than to embrace your sins and vices? She knew she sounded like an alcoholic, but she chalked that up to her personality and how she could talk about anything and sound like a fanatic.

The mere suggestion was a clear indicator that she hadn't picked up on Cara's dislike of her conversing with Collin so coloquially,
especially since she'd just agreed with Cara earlier that Brooklyn and Roman were his to watch out for. But, to be fair, she'd also told the girl to play nice. Even still, she clearly didn't think that being friendly would rub Cara the wrong way, and she didn't notice the girl's annoyance since she'd made it pretty discreet. Had she known, she probably wouldn't have suggested everyone go out tonight, but if her mind was already set on it at the time, she would have gone ahead, but just said that it was part of the fun of the vacation. They couldn't ignore everyone the entire trip. "Aww, but you'll have to stay home and watch Disney Channel with Holly," she said teasingly, pouting her lips at Collin. She didn't think that Collin had a fake with him, because if he did, then she wouldn't have to order a drink for him. She knew that a place like Disney would be hellbent on ID checking with so many young kids roaming about. She also correlated having a fake with something she'd do--which she did--because it was rebellious and against the rules, something that, in her mind, directly conflicted with Collin. It wasn't that Collin was a saint by any means, nor was he so innocent and un-blameable, like Holly was, but since she had younger brothers herself, and always liked to feel more above them than she was by viewing them as more baby-like, she did the same with Collin. His personality assisted perception, as he seemed quite chill and docile, though next to Cara, anyone who didn't argue with her constantly probably seemed that way as well. Her next comment furthered her view of him, and his sister, who she knew was into partying and going out like she was. Because her own brother was quiet and pretty friendless, she subconsciously correlated that to Collin as well. "I wonder if your sister knows any good places to go. You think they'd be down?" She lowered her voice, motioning her head to the two in the back. The anticipation of her food and drink, along with the charge she got whenever she was having a nice chat with good people, kept her from having any limitations. Roman and Brooklyn had been behaving for the past few minutes, so she didn't feel the immediate need to cast them out either. Coupled with the mere prospect of having a night out, and on the very first day, she was reaching in the truest sense of the word. Finally, she did take a step back though, as her face shifted from excitement to that of a light bulb moment, concerned mixed in. "Wait," she said, looking towards Makayla. "You'd be down, right?"

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Even if no one else noticed it, Collin knew his sister too well than to believe that she was simply being quiet because she was looking that intently at the menu, or at the movie playing. Cara always had something to say, and she had been to the Moroccan restaurant just as many times as he had, so she had just as much to contribute to the conversation as she did. He knew that she was pissed off about something, and he knew that there was a good possibility that it had to do with him (since when did it not?). He wouldn't have been shocked if before she returned from the bathroom, his phone went off with some message from her about how he was ruining the trip for a new reason, even though he felt like he was only being positive and friendly. Like he had told Cara with Brooklyn, he also felt like the best thing for himself to do was to ignore Cara. She could act like the child she truly was, but he wasn't going to feed into it any more than necessary.

"Hey, hey, hey," Collin said with caution, as if Chanel was unfairly jumping to conclusions when she teased that he would have to stay back at the room with Holly due to being underage. "I forgot my ID in the room, but I'll be fine tonight once I'm prepared. Just didn't think that I needed to be ready this early in the day, since I figured my sister was the only alcoholic of the group, but clearly I was wrong," he responded, just as playfully, even though it wasn't a fair accusation since he had been the first one to talk about ordering an alcoholic drink. "But... I think they'd be down. I guess I could be the one to ask them, since Cara's already going to disown me after this vacation, so taking the blame for this won't make things much worse for me," he added. He knew that including Brooklyn and Roman in a night of drinking was asking for Cara to kill him, and it was possible that including them would even stress him out to a point of wanting to kill himself, but if he had alcohol in him, he figured that it wouldn't be that bad. It couldn't be. Or so he hoped. "You know what, though," he continued with a smirk, "I feel like you should be the one who ends up watching Disney Channel with Holly. Like she said, you're her new sister, and I'm sure Makayla needs to cool down. Makayla and I can get our Moroccan food and get drunk with the rest of them while you enjoy some good old 'Jessie'," he challenged playfully.

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Because of the size of their party, Collin was only able to place a reservation for the restaurant that he and Chanel had spoke about at lunch at seven o'clock, no earlier. It wasn't too big of a deal, as they had eaten lunch at nearly two o'clock, and some had picked up snacks at the shops by the hotel, or poolside, once they were back on the boardwalk. Collin had helped himself to some mozzarella sticks at one of the food stands on the boardwalk, and enjoyed them while lounging poolside for a little while once they got back from Hollywood Studios. It was nice to be able to truly relax for a few hours, and he had even snuck in a short nap in the sun before going back to the room to get ready for their evening in Epcot. Even after eating some post-lunch food, once they had went on a few rides at Epcot, Collin was definitely ready for dinner. He had cleaned off the plate of chicken kebabs that he had ordered at Restaurant Marrakesh, even after having his fair share of appetizers before. He was surprised that things had worked out, with everyone coming to eat dinner too. He figured that by now, Roman and Brooklyn would want to do stuff on their own, or that Makayla and Holly would have eaten in the "America" section of the park. Despite this one being in Morocco, they still served chicken fingers, hamburgers and Moroccan styled pasta on the kid's menu, so then again, their presence wasn't all that shocking, since it was only Holly who would have kept Makayla from coming.

Though he had had beer with most of his dinner, Collin was now sipping down the last of the Marrakesh Express cocktail he had ordered a few minutes ago. Their waiter came over soon after he had finished it, placing a few dessert menus on the table and asking if anyone wanted refills while they finished their meals. Since Collin had finished his meal quickly, and as always, had room for more, he picked up a dessert menu. He didn't want to rush anyone, since it seemed like the others weren't finished yet, but he couldn't help himself. "Are bastillas good?" he asked Chanel, picking up his empty glass and contemplating calling the waiter over for a refill, even though he had initially declined. Since he had mostly been drinking beer, he was barely feeling tipsy, but he was sure that mixed cocktails like these would make him drunk much quicker. Still, he wasn't sure if he wanted to get drunk, so he decided against it. The night was still young, especially if Chanel really did want to party tonight. "And if you're not gonna finish that, I'll take it," he said, looking to his sister and her plate. If he was closer to any of the others, he would have insisted that they slide their plates his way too, at least to try a bite, but he was too polite and also too uncomfortable to do that with people he didn't know that well.[/font]

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Location: Epcot
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The day had been an excited and busy one for Holly. She went on a few rides after lunch, and saw a show or two, and they were all tame and easy ones that revived the excitement she had for the amusement parks. They managed to catch a few characters during their time at Hollywood Studios, so the entire walk home involved her talking about how lucky they were to meet the real Goofy and Buzz Lightyear. After that, she had insisted that Makayla come down to the pool with her, where she tried out the water slide that looked like you were coming out of the mouth of a clown literally close to twenty times. She was having a lot of fun, and in a fashion that was true to Holly, she wasn't taking a minute of it for granted. She was happy and easily excitable, which was nothing new for her, but was still sincere here. Between trying to catch every lizard that crossed her path, to talking to strangers whose clothes appealed to her, Holly was enjoying herself. And also tiring herself out, but that was something that she wouldn't notice until dinner was nearly over and the thought of staying awake for another hour to see the fireworks seemed impossible. She wasn't going to say that outright, because like a child, no matter how tired she was, she wasn't going to actually express that she wanted to go to bed and miss out on any fun, though.

The belly dancer performance in the restaurant had kept Holly captivated for a few minutes, but by the time it was over and dessert menus were being handed out, she was back to feeling antsy. There was still one chicken finger and a handful of french fries left on her plate, and she wasn't particularly hungry, but it also would have felt wrong to turn down ice cream once she read that it was listed as an option on the kid's menu desserts. "Can I get this?" she said, pointing it out to Makayla on the menu before looking across the table to Brooklyn with a more excited expression. "Brooklyn, do you wanna come back to the hotel with me soon? We can watch a movie and I'll pretend I'm Roman and sleep in your bed!" The idea of having to go back to the hotel with her sister seemed boring compared to getting to go back with Brooklyn. Holly's obsession with the girl was hard to explain, aside from simply saying that she thought the blonde was cool. She thought the same about Cara and Chanel, and that was why she hadn't been able to bombard Brooklyn too much yet this trip, but even compared to those girls, she had a special sort of desire to be around Brooklyn. "Ro! I'll let you have my last chicken finger if you let me switch beds with you! Do you like sleeping with girls, because Makayla's really good to sleep with!" she suggested, before adding, "Or you can sleep with Chanel! She loves company!"

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This was Brooklyn’s first experience with Moroccan food, and though it probably wasn’t the most authentic way to try it, it seemed good enough. The food was definitely tasty, and what was even better were the drinks. By the time that dessert menus were being handed out, she had consumed two Sahara Splash drinks, and was just finishing up a Tangier’s Breeze cocktail. While three vodka drinks were probably enough to leave some people drunk, especially when consumed fairly quickly, Brooklyn only felt a comfortable buzz. It was no secret that she drank pretty often, and with hard liquor being her preference, her tolerance was pretty high. It took a lot for her to actually get wasted, so these drinks with dinner weren’t as dangerous for her as they could have been for some of the others. Even if they didn’t leave her slurring and stumbling, the buzz they gave her made it a little bit easier to continue the “nice streak” she had been trying to maintain for the day. For most people, it was just called being civil, but since being bitter and sarcastic came as more of a first nature to her, it took more effort to actually being kind and considerate. Then again, even for someone like Brooklyn, it was hard to be completely miserable when you had managed to escape the cold of New York for a free vacation to Disney.

It took a lot for Brooklyn to not chime into the conversation to inform Holly that as she had said earlier, Roman definitely preferred boys in bed than girls, and that was why Collin and Roman would probably end up in bed together tonight. She was behaving herself, and she knew that a comment like that could probably ruin the mood that had been surprisingly decent tonight. What was probably even more shocking than her holding her tongue on that one, was the way that she nodded then, though. “I can walk you back to the hotel if you’re going to bed soon. I’m not tired enough to go to bed yet, but if you want to give your sister a little while to relax with Ro before they end up in bed together tonight, then I’ll walk you back.” So, she wasn’t completely not-Brooklyn, but playing along with Holly’s comment about the possibility of Roman and Makayla sharing a bed felt harmless in the grand scheme of things. “Are we going to have dessert first, though, or should we just make Chanel bring us anything on this menu back to New York, after she visits her mom for Christmas?” Brooklyn questioned, with a small but genuine smile tugging at her lips. She wasn’t particularly hungry for dessert after such a filling meal (plus the filling, sugary drinks). Plus, the idea of getting Holly off to bed to allow Makayla and everyone else to enjoy a less G-rated night seemed appealing, even if Holly held an energy and presence that admittedly was probably the only thing that would keep anyone from killing each other before the week was over. She didn't know if Makayla would even be interested in letting anyone but herself put Holly to bed, especially in a new place, but she figured she would get credit for asking.

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He wasn't sure how the other had done it. By the time they returned to the hotel later in the afternoon, he was ready to forfeit and retire for the rest of the day. Without mentioning other underlying factors like waiting until the last minute to pack, the traveling combined with the heat and the walking wore him out fast. The cool AC of the hotel with the invitation of a well needed rest was far more enticing than time at the pool. Even in December, he knew he'd find away to come out looking like a lobster. But that wasn't the only reason he stayed behind. What really sealed the deal was the prospect of finally being alone. Sure, the heat was physically draining, especially for someone like him who grew up in such a dreary country, but being around people all day, for hours straight? That was it's own kind of exhausting. He didn't have his usual commodities to subdue to him, so sleeping was hard. Despite his body demanding sleep, his mind was ever present, and it was something he wasn't entirely comfortable with. The only times he ever fell asleep sober was when he was on the brink of passing out. He had a tendency to stay up for days at a time, with little sleep between. And then there were times beside that, but he was so used to being on something, that he convinced himself he needed it to sleep. It wasn't that it made sleep any easier, but it silenced him enough to prevent him from keeping himself awake with worry. His composition said otherwise, but even as a young child, he was always quite a worrier. Some of it was just from being a scary little kid, but it went without saying that his youth was unique and that entailed a lot of undue stress for his age.

Some of that still carried into his adulthood. Not in the form of useless, childlike phobias that you simply outgrow. He'd never been much of a social person, but he couldn't recall being so...the way he was now...as a kid. He knew he came across as aloof and disinterested. He was very well aware of the way his words and demeanor translated, and there was a time when he had tried to change that because he didn't like being this way. It wasn't a good feeling, not really. Even if he did feel a great bit of relief once everyone had left and he finally had space to himself to just sit and breathe and recalibrate, he couldn't push the feeling of frustration with himself. Part of the reason why Chanel annoyed him so much was because she was always on. She was easily draining, and even if she wasn't talking to him, just her mere presence seemed to overextend into his personal space and overcrowd him. But there also was a deeper issue, and he didn't know her well enough for it to manifest into something truly serious, but there was a bitter curiosity he had for her. He didn't understand how she was always smiling and communicating. It looked effortless coming from her. He knew it wasn't fair to compare himself to her since they were on totally different extremes,
but even with more average persons, he couldn't help but grow aggravated with himself from time to time. People got tired of him easily because he was so stoney and uninviting, and he didn't really care one way or another, but there were times when even he would take a step back and wonder why he wouldn't just say a little more. Why he couldn't, even when he wanted to. Roman held himself back at those times, because he felt it would be too weird and out of character for him to suddenly be personable. It was embarrassing because it was something he wasn't good at, and if there was one thing he hated, it was being vulnerable, especially with skills, let alone something so fundamentally human and necessary. But at the same time, he would also want to interact and communicate. Like now. He wasn't so much concerned with looking out of place by being friendly, but as he watched everyone interact, it felt like he was in a box, just watching through little peepholes.

What made it worse was that he wasn't be secluded, not really. Roman knew his and Brooklyn's presence were among the least wanted, but that bothered him less than the current situation. It felt like he was fighting against himself, and he was already feeling himself begin to grow tense. He was too calculating to be natural, although he'd met plenty of intelligent people of their own right who were just as smart as they were charismatic. So he didn't understand, but it never failed to bring itself back up, the internal fight with himself. He didn't like being uncomfortable, no one did. But for someone who's frame of reference was naturally highly rational and logical, he couldn't rationalize something so small as opening his mouth and saying a few words, why that was so damn difficult. He was more frustrated with the little sense it made than anything else. If it made the least bit of sense, then it wouldn't bother him half as much it did. He saw this as he one obstacle. Everything else he'd achieved. He was used to being ahead and above of everyone else. Even with all the qualms he had with his life back home, one thing he did enjoy was how he was marveled at. Even if his parents treated him more like a trophy than anything else, he took the attention for all it was worth, perhaps to make up for what his parents weren't providing. So there was this secret need to be the best at everything, and not just the best, but effortlessly so. He didn't know why his brain was like a calculator, he didn't know why he knew things or how. It just made sense. There was a sense of power, a sort of elevation, strange as it might seem, that followed. His parents facilitated that inflated ego without question, which was why simple things like this bothered him so much now. Because he wasn't used to not being good at something, and he wasn't used to not knowing. He didn't know why his mind worked as it did, but he still knew things. Complicated, fascinating things that only seemed as such because that's what others told him. If as a toddler, he could solve advanced calculus problem, then why the hell couldn't he hold a simple conversation? There was an objectivity he he held, where he understood why something he knew didn't make sense. Even if he was arrogant, he wasn't to the point where he couldn't fathom people just not understanding. Even if it just came to him, he knew it wasn't as simple as saying red and blue make purple. So it was more than just him being unable to get over the fact that he wasn't good at something. It was the fact that it was something simple. Something so basic and fundamental. It was undermining, at best. The complicated is nothing without simplicity to act as its foundation. If he knew other things that were so complex, why couldn't he get something so basic as talking?

He told himself it was just a matter of moving his mouth and blowing hot air. Nothing but blowing gas at each other. But still,
it seemed foreign. And he was taught to never look weak or vulnerable. He was taught to not be in the now because that's where everyone else was, and he was not like everyone else. This wasn't a competition. It was just supper. But he couldn't change himself. He knew it for a fact, and once he knew something, you'd expend your last breath before you convinced him otherwise. Especially when it was something he wanted to believe was true, and it was much easier for him to believe that he was unchangeable. It wasn't a matter of admitting defeat. In his eyes, for whatever reason, to admit the opposite would mean that he was on the losing end. And he didn't lose. He'd lost enough confidence in his abilities as of recently, though, realizing that he wasn't so invincible, and it's made him just decide to not try at all. Which was why instead of trying to try at something he was horrible at, that he'd certainly fail at, he'd just write it off as a waste of time. He'd submit short answers, as though few people weren't even deserving of that. When he glanced at Brooklyn, it wasn't in response to being the butt of yet another one of her jokes. Instead, he was thinking that perhaps that why they got along so well. They both needed to be in control, in some aspect. Hers was clearly more visible and tangible--more outward. He was more inward. Roman just needed to feel like he wasn't being challenged. That was his control. And he clearly didn't have that now, which was why he was quiet, the same reason why he was always quiet, apart from him not having much to say as a trait. As he came to end of his second drink, still not feeling anything, he considered getting another one. He wasn't used to being so alert for so long, with the future promising just as much, if not more alertness, but he also wanted to loosen up. "What the hell makes you think her mom would want to make desserts for you?" Roman said to Brooklyn, half-joking, although he couldn't help but chuckle. "She ought to bring you back some coal."

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The dinner wasn't bad, and given that it was Moroccan themed, which was a fairly uncommon cuisine, it was better than expected. But still, she'd managed to get her hopes unreasonably high. The food wasn't bad. In fact, her lamb was quite delicious, but she forgot that this wasn't going to be like home. It was purely costume. To her it was more than just having the right spices and the right kind of dishes. There was a vibe and a vibrancy that was also required, but it was not something that could be mimicked. The meal didn't disappoint her, not taste wise, but it did leave a short spot. There was definitely something missing, and that vacancy made her crave her family. The holidays away from family was always hard, even if she had just seen them, but while eating, it suddenly hit her. If she didn't want this meal to be perfect before, now she needed it to be. Just to feel a little bit closer. It was shocking just how much her stomach ached. She'd come close three times throughout the dinner with stepping outside and calling her mom, but she knew that wouldn't help anything and would only make her miss them more. She knew it was just having a small taste of home so close to actually seeing them that was making her feel this way, and so she tried to embrace it and think about how close she was to actually being with them again instead of being sad over it.

"Oh no, she'd love to!" Chanel laughed a little harder than what was necessary at Roman's quip. She was four drinks in and feeling right, but she was containing herself since she wanted to last throughout the night. The dessert didn't look that appetizing--there weren't enough choices. It was incomplete, like a word on the tip of your tongue, but you have to settle for a lesser synonym--but she did want to have more food on her stomach to absorb the alcohol. "My mom would seriously gush if you guys did that. She loves cooking for people. She gets so arrogant about it too. So if I told her my friends had some requests, literally go to her heart. She's a sweetheart though. I mean it," She sucked on her straw, speaking slower than usual just because she knew if she started slowing, then she might be the next one Brooklyn offers to walk home. "You guys have to come over. Anything you want, my mom will make for you." She was looking at the table as she spoke, more so talking out loud, than to just anyone, as she busy being somewhere else. Chanel pressed her back into her seat, her smile goofy and crooked and light. "I can't promise that I won't sneak a few bites though," she said, giggling through her words. "You're not there already, are you?"

As if to solidify his inquiry, she laughed some more and chased her straw with her tongue as it danced away from her mouth. She was definitely tipsy, but even by her standards, she wasn't as tipsy as she could be. She considered herself more sober than she actually was, not because she was at that stage of drunkenness where you think everyone but you is intoxicated. Chanel knew herself, and on her own scale, where she was now was nothing. In fact, it was growing quite boring. When she got enough alcohol in her to finally feel something, and it usually didn't take long for her to feel a little something, she got angsty. She needed to move around and communicate. Sitting in a seat just mingling was nice five hours and a few drinks ago, but this was like chewing on an appetizer for too long, waiting for the ever late entree to arrive. The dessert menu wasn't that interesting, but she did want to go ahead and get the night started, even if it was early. If they were gonna drink all night and go to a bar later, then that would work out perfectly. They could keep going to the bathroom, as they most certainly would have to, which means they'd need to keep drinking. Sure, it was early, but there was a way of going about it. And even if dinner wasn't as homestyled as she'd wanted it to be, she was still lusting over the prospect of the night. "Trust me." She grinned devilishly. "When I'm drunk, you won't have to ask."

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Holly tuned out the part of Brooklyn’s response that involved her saying that she wasn’t going to sleep too, because that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. All that she cared about hearing was that Brooklyn was going to come back to the hotel with her. She was sure that she could convince her to stay once they got there, so she was going to take what she could get for the moment. Brooklyn’s response in itself excited her enough that she didn’t protest Makayla’s dismissal of her ice cream request, but it allowed her to feel more offended when Roman said that Chanel’s mom was going to give Brooklyn coal. “Chanel’s mom would never do that! She knows Brooklyn is nice!” she insisted, turning to look at Chanel then. “Can you ask your mom to make us cupcakes?” she questioned, missing how Brooklyn had been talking about desserts related to this specific cuisine. She was already moving on then, jumping to her feet and walking over to where Brooklyn sat as a signal that she was ready to go at that very moment. Catching the tail end of Chanel talking about being drunk made her frown, though she didn’t say anything. She somehow managed to hold her tongue on protesting the idea of Chanel, or anyone, for that matter, getting drunk. Holly understood that alcohol was more acceptable and safe than she deemed drugs to be, but she still didn’t think it was good for people. Just like she wasn’t aware of Makayla being a very regular smoker, she also didn’t know that her sister drank fairly regularly too. Makayla rarely ever got wasted, and Holly wasn’t perceptive enough to pick up on more subtle levels of tipsiness. She knew that people drank alcohol with meals sometimes, which was why she wasn’t bothered by people doing it here, or other times like when she and Cara would go out to dinner in New York, but she didn’t like the concept of being drunk. It was something that reminded her too much of her upbringing where being drunk corresponded with being violent and abusive. It reminded her of threats, and beatings, and the way that the saltiness of her tears made her cheeks sting even more after she had been slapped for doing something or saying something wrong. She would be far more bothered by anyone talking about getting high or using drugs, but she still didn’t want anyone getting drunk either.

"You guys have to take care of Roman while Brooklyn's gone!" Holly insisted, since even she realized that Brooklyn and Roman mostly only socialized with each other. She was tugging Brooklyn out of her seat by then, too excited and ready to go to consider being polite and waiting until she was ready. "In case you forget to come into my room tonight to say it, I'll tell say it now! Goodnight Cara! Goodnight Chanel, even though you'll definitely remember to say it tonight since I'll wake up when you come home! Goodnight Collin! And good--" she paused then, correcting herself, "I'm not gonna say goodnight to you, Roman, since you're a boy," she explained, as if that made any sense, especially since she had just said it to Collin. "Oh! And make sure you guys take care of Makayla too, because if something happened to her I would have to kill all of you," she said, with a bout of amused laughter that probably made the comment all the more strange. "But not you, Collin! You're pretty so I would let you live!"

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Getting drunk felt like a necessity tonight. After her drink at Hollywood Studios, Cara had actually kept going. She did so slowly, with a drink every couple of hours, down at the pool and then once they got to Epcot earlier, but she was definitely keeping her buzz alive all night. She knew that she needed to remain just buzzed, and not wasted, because had she drank too excessively earlier, she either would have been in bed with a headache by now, or simply passed out in bed. She had paced herself, and luckily by now, that was something she was good at doing. In high school, Cara went through her most rebellious phase where she went out at least three nights a week and got completely obliterated. It was the kind of drinking that always led to her spending the next morning kneeling over her toilet, feeling like she was on the verge of death. And yet it took years for her to stop. In fact, it only actually stopped when her father threatened to cut her off and told her that she had to get a job or go to college. That was really when she started to get her act together, and since then, blacking out was something she rarely did. It was a good thing that her father had forced her to grow out of it for more reasons than one, but mostly because she never enjoyed being that level of drunk. It wasn't fun, even during it. Getting drunk gradually was different, and that was why right now Cara felt giggly and happy, even when nothing was happening that was particularly funny. The food tasted a lot better drunk, the drinks tasted a lot better drunk, and sitting at this table with a few people she normally didn't want to even look at felt all the more bearable.

"Chanel, you're literally like the only person here who has a normal family to go home to for Christmas. That's just assuming you don't," she said, looking over to Roman, her voice casual and not as sharp or attacking as it normally would be when addressing him. The realization was a sudden one and a random one, as it had only come to her mind after Chanel gushed about her mother's cooking. She didn't know Brooklyn's situation particularly well, though Nick had once told her that Brooklyn's dad was dead. The mere fact that she never went home for any holidays suggested that she wasn't close with her mother, though Cara never asked about it. "Collin, don't you wish we had a normal family? Now that I know you're not gay I guess it makes us a little bit more normal, but we're still not normal-normal. Not 'til we get rid of that--" she stopped herself from referencing her stepmother in an unflattering manner when the waiter passed by them. With little regard to whether anyone actually wanted dessert, Cara waved him over. "We'll take the check," she said, even though a second later she frowned at her empty glass and considered asking for another drink. "Unless you lightweights need more food in your stomach before we keep going," she challenged, giggling as she thoughtlessly held a finger up to the waiter as he began to leave to get the check. Although Cara often liked to act like she recognized how entitled, condescending, and rude some of the behaviors that her father and others of their world held, she wasn't as distanced from it as she liked to think. In fact, she probably couldn't be distinguished from any other privileged person, who thought the world revolved around them. She had come along way since moving out of her father's house, but it was progress that was made only in ways that she would notice. It wasn't big enough progress for anyone else to tell that she was trying to change, and maybe that was because she wasn't trying hard enough. It wasn't something that she could necessarily be blamed for, as her old ways were comfortable ways, but it was something that she was very slowly coming to terms with how they needed to change.

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Collin had to laugh out loud at Holly's odd comment about killing them if they didn't take care of Makayla, and explicitly mentioning that he would be spared because he was "pretty". He didn't necessarily appreciate how she indirectly made it seem like he wasn't a guy through how she spoke about Roman versus him, but he would take what he could get out of the compliment, especially when it was coming out of Holly's mouth. "Thanks, Holly," he chuckled. "Us pretty people gotta stick together, I guess. We're a rarity among this bunch." It wasn't true, of course, as Collin was sure that he would have to deal with listening to a lot of people hit on every girl at the table wherever they went tonight, but he was feeling playful too. It struck him as strange that Brooklyn was willing to leave the park to walk Holly back to the hotel, but he decided not to think too deeply into it. Even though she seemed to be behaving herself well enough this evening, with her gone at least he could be positive that nothing would go down between her and his sister. It was tiring to have to constantly be worrying about one of them saying something to cause a fight, but he knew that he should have known to expect that when he invited Brooklyn and allowed her to bring Roman. It was his own fault, but he hoped that maybe she could keep up this nice-act for long enough that he could tell Cara at the end of the trip that she owed him an apology for overreacting about the level of burden regarding their presence.

He watched as Brooklyn led Holly away, just before the waiter came by. "I guess since someone seems to be in a rush," he said, referring to his sister, who had stopped the man dead in his track at the second thought on the topic of dessert, "That the check would be a good idea," he said, trying to offer the waiter an apologetic smile. "But that means that I will be putting in a request with your mom. Without a doubt," he said, looking back at Chanel with a more authentic smile. "Even if you're not there yet, something tells me you might just be the lightest lightweight of the bunch tonight," he added, once he registered how he was surprised that Roman had chimed into their conversation. He guessed it was the alcohol, or maybe he had just always been unfair for considering him to be close to mute. "Cara spent a good five years doing the whole 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor' routine five nights a week, Makayla looks like she could down a bottle of vodka without even thinking about it, and you must be able to drink all right if you hang out with Brooklyn so much," he said, glancing at Roman with a smirk. "So that just leaves you," he said, looking back at Chanel. [color=#7d9959]"The girl who looks like she'll end up falling down a flight of stairs after a few wine coolers."

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"Yeah, Roman, just like everyone else, Chanel's mom knows that I'm nice," Brooklyn responded, purposely sounding petty and childish as she stuck her tongue out in his direction. She was tempted to tell Holly that he had only said that because he used to get coal every year from Santa when he was a child, but when Holly started talking about killing people, Brooklyn realized that she was already wired enough, and she didn't need to say anything that would feed into that. She was also tempted to agree with Holly once more, and specifically tell Cara to take care of Roman in the same way that she had taken care of Nick, but again, she bit her tongue. She was trying to be civil, and she didn't need to ruin it over a comment like that, even though Cara's expression following it surely would have made her laugh out loud later. As Cara started talking about families, in a way that made Brooklyn assume she was drunk, she got up partly to appease Holly, who was already pulling her out of her seat, but also because she didn't want to listen to that conversation. Brooklyn was good at suppressing her emotions and thoughts about her family, but being at Disney, a place she had last been with her entire, complete family, made it a little bit harder. She wasn't about to get emotional, but she also just didn't need a reason to think about them either, so it seemed like a good time to leave.

"She won't be trouble," she reassured Makayla, though she wasn't entirely convinced of it herself. "She's never trouble," she had to add, slightly sarcastically, with a smirk. You just never knew with Holly. Everything she did came with good and pure intentions, but she didn't think about things in the same way that most people did, so it was just hard to expect anything specific out of her. Once they were outside, she had to jump onto the comment that Holly had made about Collin, and she nudged her playfully as she did so. "So, Missy, what was that comment about Collin being pretty? Do I sense a crush coming out of my baby Holly?!" she questioned, with a surprised yet amused, expression on her face. The concept of Holly having a crush on someone wasn't really surprising, since it went along fine with the notion of Holly still being younger than she truly was, but Brooklyn wondered if someone like Holly could ever actually date. It was probably extreme to say no, because it wasn't like she was incredibly disabled or that noticeably slow. She could pass as being quirky to some extent, and nothing more if you didn't talk to her for too long, but could she ever actually date someone? Get married? Brooklyn genuinely didn't know. She still didn't know what diagnosis Holly truly had, if any, or if this was truly just a weird and extreme personality. Holly was cute and likeable enough that Brooklyn was sure she could find boys to date her, but the concept of anyone actually dating her made her automatically think that those people would be sick and twisted, and just trying to take advantage of her innocence, even if they were the same age as her.

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As Chanel chewed on her straw, the only remaining liquid in the glass that of the slowly melting ice, she noticed Roman's silent response to Cara's comment. Had she not been looking at him at that exact second, she would have missed the way his eyes widened and danced away knowingly, as if to say 'Don't be so sure.' Even under normal--that was, sober--circumstances, she wouldn't have pressed him on it, but now that she was a few drinks in, and wanting another one, she wanted to press him on it. It was such a subtle gesture, even she brought it up there was a chance he wouldn't even know what she was talking about. Glancing around the table, apart from Cara, it was just her and the quietest ones of the bunch. She was an overcompensator and didn't do well with quieter characters in exciting, very social situations like this one. Something in her mind told her that there was something wrong with the quiet one, and so she needed to be louder in an effort to pull them out of their shell. Although the effect tended to be the exact opposite. That never stopped her, though, and she didn't plan on being too considerate of boundaries tonight in that regard with the other three, but it seemed like Collin was slowly but surely removing himself from the quiet bunch since this was the second meal today that he playfully challenged Chanel.

Just hours ago, Chanel was acting as mediator for the sake of the trip's, and her sanity's, survival. While she tried being unbiased, even telling Cara that feuding with her brother the whole time, she had been more of her friend's side. It wasn't that Chanel wasn't good for holding grudges, because she was, but it spoke to how little she actually thought of the situation to begin. She understood where Cara was coming from, but perhaps she didn't empathize with her as much as she thought she did, because if so, she wouldn't have been so openly friendly and forgetful of her earlier stance. But it was also just in Chanel's personality to be social, and given that Collin was typically quiet that she was more intrigued. It seemed like an opportunity of sorts. While she could be mean when she wanted to, you couldn't force it out of her. "Um, excuse you." She pulled the cup from her mouth, eyebrows curled as she pointed an accusing finger towards him. She turned to Cara first. "Is he always so mean?" She gaped towards the girl before turning back to Collin. "I am so not a lightweight. We'll see how much shit you're talking when--" She hiccuped before she could finish defending herself, but her face promptly turned to one of internal annoyance. "That was bad timing."

By the time the check was finished and she'd gone to the bathroom after squeezing in yet another cocktail, she was ready for what the night entailed. She looked around the park, the lights slightly mobile against the night. It was still early, and while she did want to get straight to it, she knew she would need to pace herself more. So while it might have seem like a better idea to just head down to the boardwalk, staying in Epcot seemed like the better choice, especially since it was still earlier enough to get on a few rides, and the thought of getting on rides drunk made the idea all the more enticing. She recalled as a child Epcot being her least favorite park, but now that she was a legal adult, she was seeing new possibilities for the place. Chanel had envisioned a night of traversing through the different countries, drunkenly riding the rides and watching the firework show to cap off the beginning of the night within a matter of seconds. It was finalized in her head, and since she was past the point of being totally logical, it didn't even cross her mind to catch the others up, or even ask if it was okay with them.

"Let's start at Mexico! Tequila!" She pumped her hand into the cool air three times, shrilling her tongue. Chanel took Cara's arm in hers, leaning into the girl. "Collin, I'm going to make sure you black out tonight!" She called from beside her friend before she lowered her voice and grinned. "You're going to have fun tonight, right? Right?" Chanel looked around the small group until her eyes landed on Makayla. She extended her hand out to the girl, and if she was in close enough reach, pulled her to her. "Makayla!" She called, no matter her close the girl was. "We're going to get you fucked up, okay? I promise you. And Roman, you too. Cara's gonna have fun. Makayla's gonna get shitfaced. And Roman's going to talk," she declared the self-made bucket list proudly. Chanel tossed her head back and shrilled towards the sky once more. She was suddenly behaving much more loosely now that they were out of the restaurant, not because that last cocktail just did her end, but because she had been consciously containing herself. Part of drunkenness was mental, so when she needed to, even if her body was feeling differently, up to a certain point, she could control herself. When the reigns were loose, though, and there were no foreseeable constraints, she let herself go. She wasn't drunk yet, just tipsy, and her self-enabling behavior was what suggested she was further along than she actually was. And that could easily be either a good thing or a bad thing.

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Hex Code: #FF8400
Makayla allowed Chanel to pull her towards her, and laughed at the enthusiastic words that came from her mouth, but she wasn't planning on getting shitfaced tonight. It was sad, she realized, as she thought about it, that that was something that just seemed out of the question for her. For a twenty-four year old, being able to go out with friends and get drunk should have been a normal thing. Most people her age would have no guilt about it. They had no one depending on them, and usually, if things went south, they still had their parents to bail them out of whatever trouble they got into, if it came to that point. Makayla never had that. She never got to go through that phase in her life where she was carefree and just experiencing that young adult life where she was old enough to do things, like rent an apartment, and drink alcohol, and make her own "curfew" times, but young enough where she didn't have kids to depend on her, or a body that got tired after two drinks, or a serious job where going in hungover was unacceptable. She never got to experience being young and careless, and it was something that she was reminded of in situations like this, where she was around people who could act like that.

Technically, on a night like tonight with Holly away in bed for the night (hopefully), Makayla could let loose, but honestly, she didn't know how to. She knew how to get wasted alone on the couch in their apartment after a particularly hard day, once Holly was asleep. She could drink straight vodka on those days without even grimacing at the taste. She just didn't really know how to let loose around other people. She had made friends with a few girls she worked with at the night club, and she was friendly with her fellow employees at the retail store she worked at, but beyond that, Makayla didn't really have friends, and even those were just co-workers and not outside friends. Aside from occasionally smoking with Chanel, the only person that she hung out with was Holly. She hadn't had friends since her father's arrest, she hadn't seen her cousins since then, and she hadn't dated since then. She didn't have anyone who would call her on a Friday night asking to go out, and even if she did, she couldn't. She had to take care of Holly, she didn't have the money for a babysitter, and she wasn't going to take advantage of Cara for anything other than work-related babysitting. Even when she was living with her father, she had been forced to grow up fairly quickly, and though it had made her strong and resilient, it also left her feeling out of touch with who she wanted to be, because she definitely wanted to be able to drink tonight and have fun. She just knew that she wasn't going to let herself get as wasted and irresponsible as she wished she could.

"I'll drink but I'm not getting wasted!" she laughed, shaking her head at the thought of it. "I don't think I've ever seen you drunk, Cara. Maybe this one here can teach you how to get white girl wasted," she teased, nudging Chanel playfully. Even if she had never seen Cara wasted, she imagined that she probably drank pretty frequently. Aside from the comment that Collin had made earlier about her drinking habits, she could easily picture Cara as being that girl who went out every single weekend, at least when she was younger, to buy overpriced drinks with other pretty people, and come stumbling home at four in the morning. She was only joking about her reference to Chanel, though, since while she had happened to be in the apartment sometimes at the same time as Chanel after the girl would come home from a night of partying with friends, she had never happened to see Chanel at a point where she was really gone, to a point where it could warrant any worry.

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Location: Epcot
Outfit: This (Minus the sweater)
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
"Really?" Cara asked, somewhat surprised at the idea of never being around Makayla after one too many drinks, but also not being that surprised. She sometimes had a glass of wine or a cocktail when she was out to eat with Holly, but for obvious reasons, she never got drunk. She didn't socialize with Makayla on a friend level to ever get drunk like that around her either, and when she saw Makayla on the occasions that she and Chanel had wine nights in Makayla's apartment, she must have either crossed paths with the girl too early in the night, or not at all, for her to see just what a bottle or two of rosé could do for her. She preferred the idea of her drunken self being a mystery though, because when wasted, no one was ever as flattering as they thought they were while in the moment. Cara was happy to know that there was one less person on the planet who had seen her slurring the words to some pop song or sobbing about an ex-boyfriend. "I guess that's a good thing then," she laughed, before nudging Chanel. "Your alcoholic ways better not rub off on my pure, angelic self tonight," she teased, speaking in a holier-than-thou tone, before laughing. "But I guess one shot of tequila won't kill me."

Epcot was basically on the opposite side of the circle of countries, but with the air cooling off, it was a nice walk, and still wasn't too long. They passed France, the park entrance, The UK and Canada on the way, before the big Mayan pyramid was in view. "Are you guys all going to judge me if I take a Boomerang of us once we get the shots?" she asked, though the answer wasn't going to deter her from doing it, as they stepped towards the short line by one of the drink kiosks. A glance at the menu signaled that they didn't serve shots there, though there were a few margaritas and Mexican beers to choose from. It reminded her that the tequila bar was inside of the pyramid, where the Mexican restaurant, a shop and the boat ride were housed. "Let's go inside!" she insisted, stepping off the line. "They have the tequila bar in there and I feel like we need to do shots!" she explained, grabbing Chanel's wrist to tug her towards it excitedly, and assuming the others would follow as well. "They have like... a million different types of tequila in here, and tequila is usually the death of me, but I'm going hard tonight," she said. "I've never seen you wasted either, Makayla, and even though I heard about the fun you had on Thanksgiving after you bailed on me, I want to see it for myself," she teased. "See, I'll be your designated babysitter for Holly when you're not getting drunk, but like Thanksgiving, maybe it'll be our new trend that Brooklyn can take over on the nights that you want to get crazy, so that the rest of us can have fun with you," she grinned playfully, recalling how Brooklyn had taken Holly from her apartment that night, and how the next day Holly had recalled the tale of Brooklyn waiting with her in Tony's apartment until she fell asleep. It was just as surprising as the fact that Brooklyn had volunteered to walk Holly back to the hotel tonight, but then again, despite how much tension existed there, Cara knew that Brooklyn had some redeeming traits deep, deep within her.

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Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
Disney was such a strange place, Collin realized as he trailed behind the girls, taking in the night. The weather was perfect, especially compared to December in New York. The drinks and food at dinner had been good. There was no recent conflict or drama. Things had mellowed out, and though he suspected that they would pick up in a more exciting way once everyone got more drinks in them, he was content with how things were right now. As he looked around, he felt like he wasn't alone in that, and not just within their group. Everyone else seemed happy. Was it real? Was it fake? Collin wasn't sure. He was sure that they were feeling happy in the moment, and that those feelings had genuine reasons behind them, but were they just happy in a more general sense because they felt like they were supposed to be happy? Were they exaggerating their pleasure just to fit the mold of how you were supposed to feel here? Many of them were spending hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars per day for their family to be there, so did they feel more inclined to appreciate the moment because of the investment? In the back of their mind were they wondering if all of those extra overnight shifts, or the future late car payments, were worth this? People often said that it was spending time with family that really made trips like this worth it, but Collin knew that wasn't true. People could do that for free in their own homes if it was that simple. What people were paying for was the experience of Disney. The rides and shows and all of that were obvious, but Collin supposed that they were also paying for the experience of being forced to enjoy time with their families. That was what vacations were, at least for families like his where the corporate world could envelope a person's entire life. They were set periods of time where you weren't allowed to focus on work. You were paying to listen to your child laugh uncontrollably on spinning teacups, or watch their eyes grow in awe at the sight of their favorite princess, or to share in the mutual rush of adrenaline that everyone felt on a roller coaster.

He knew that he was overthinking things, but even that made him wonder to a greater extent if he was alone in his thoughts. He became consumed for the moment in pondering whether his family was so superficial that all of the good times that he could recall with them, were really just superficial and forced too. It had him looking at Cara intently, though he could really only stare at the back of her head with her being in front of him. Was she happy right now? She seemed to be having a good time, talking about tequila and leading everyone into the tequila bar that was inside the Mexico themed attraction, but he wondered what it was that she was enjoying. Did she really like Chanel and Makayla that much? Was she just happy to be out of New York? Or was she more happy about being on vacation and being able to look like she was happy for her social media followers, than she actually was? He didn't know why he cared, but for some reason, he was suddenly feeling more conscious and thoughtful. Thinking about things in that perspective made him question his own actions too, and even more than the others. He wanted to be truly happy, and happy for himself, not for any other reason. He wanted to feel less confined by social standards, worry, and doubt. Alcohol would help him with that, and it was the only thing that would help him with that tonight, but he wondered if one day he could break out of the more reserved persona that he currently possessed to become something more spontaneous, and pure, and happy.

"Seventy different types of tequila," Collin read aloud in an impressed tone, as they found their way to the bar inside. A big group was just leaving, which was perfect timing, allowing them seats at the bar. He wasn't sure how long they were going to stay, but sitting for a shot couldn't hurt. "Any of you actually know anything about tequila? Makayla? Roman?" he asked, since he had absolutely no knowledge on what the difference was between the many tequilas listed on the menu. He doubted his sister knew anything substantial, and the same went for Chanel. "Or are we just gonna let Chanel get us all blackout with her pretend knowledge of alcohol?" he said, not letting the playful jab go without a smirk sent in her direction.

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Chanel grinned like a child as her eyes raked over the expansive menu. Understandably so, it was quite overwhelming. She could have been served anything and not cared either way, but there was a fun in the list of options they had. At the sound of the word seventy, Chanel already knew that she was just going to pick whatever her eyes landed on, but she didn't let that keep her from 'browsing' the array of drinks offered. While she wasn't too particular on what she actually ordered, so long as it was tequila, she was having a hard time deciding whether or not she should good one or two shots. It was still early, and whether she wanted to deny it or not, she was feeling a nice buzz, something that could easily rocket into extreme drunkenness out of nowhere. Her night of recklessness, coupled with her on-the-edge personality, made her want to take two, but she forced a mental cost-benefit analysis and reasoned that she did want to last the rest of the night. She wouldn't get too fucked up until they actually got to a club or somewhere to settle for the night and just enjoy themselves. She lightly scoffed in Collin's direction, rolling her eyes deprecatingly. "The only thing you need to know about alcohol is how to drink it." She didn't further her answer into a retort along the lines of Collin needing to take the backseat while the adults took the lead because her mind was too jumbled to really articulate what she really wanted to say, and she knew it'd come out a mess. Plus, in perfect timing, a bartender was passing by, clearly distracted by something else since it was evident the group was still looking. Chanel disregarded this as she leaned over to get his attention. "Can I have the...Patrón Platinum Blanco, please?"

She leaned back onto her seat, pivoting to face the rest of the group as she was at the very end, oddly enough since she was undoubtedly the largest personality and in a prime scene of hers. Even if she had only ordered seconds ago, Chanel was nevertheless impatient and excited."Can you bitches hurry up and stop acting like your life depends on this?" Just seconds after, she saw Roman lean in to put in his drink. And as if it was a spectacular act, Chanel cheered and clapped once encouragingly. "Yes, Roman! That's the spirit! Roman's my new best friend. Up top," she said, reaching her hand behind the others to high five him. "Either more drinks then a ride, or a ride and then more drinks after this." After everyone had their shots in, Chanel pulled hers up, ready to down it before she remembered Cara's boomerang. "Oh, the boomerang! Here, I don't want to be on the end." She got up and squeezed between Makayla and Cara, giving the former a wide, encouraging grin. "Ready?" she said. "Cara's so good at these." She pivoted to her friend, briefly fixing the girl's hair by swiping through some flyaways. "Do I even have to tell you to send this to me?"

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Location: Epcot
Outfit: This (Minus the sweater)
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
Cara giggled at Chanel's claim that the only thing anyone needed to know about alcohol was how to drink it, as her eyes scanned the menu. "I'll have the same," she told the bartender, after Chanel had placed her order. She recognized a few names on the list, but not enough to know anything about what was good or not. Like Chanel said, the only thing that really mattered was knowing how to drink it, and Cara knew that as long as what she was getting wasn't bottom-shelf liquor, any of the tequilas on the list would go down the same for her. She didn't have enough knowledge or taste with tequila to know or care about the differences, and like Chanel, she was anxious for everyone to order theirs so they could down them and start to feel the effects. Thankfully, the bartender was quick to bring them the shots once everyone had ordered, and Cara was already ready with her phone to get the perfect angle for the Boomerang for her Instagram. "Of course not," she followed up, appreciating Chanel's compliment and eagerness to engage in something that some people would probably roll their eyes at. Things as simple and somewhat superficial as being able to take pictures of each other, or with each other, that would be perfect for social media were things that they could bond over. It was actually probably one of the reasons why they first started getting along.

"Okay! Three... two... one!" Cara said aloud, counting it down until she started recording. Once it started, she tilted her head back and downed the shot, following it by sucking on the lime that the shot came with. It came with sangrita as a chaser as well, but it was something that Cara was only vaguely familiar with. She was pretty sure that you only used that if you liked to sip your tequila, and even though this tequila was smooth, she couldn't abandon the lime after downing the liquor. She was pretty experienced with liquor in general, but not to a point where she didn't need something to kill the burn after a shot, especially when she wasn't already wasted. She was buzzed, and this shot would probably push her into drunk territory because straight liquor tended to due that to her, but she knew it wouldn't leave her unable to last the rest of the night. "Let's do another! Come onnnnnnn! Don't make me do another one alone. Chanel and Makayla, I know you're lightweights, so don't even try to keep up with me," she teased, purposely ignoring her brother as she looked towards Roman with a playfully challenging expression. "Do one with me. Don't be a baby."